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🏍️ everyone's favourite biker couple is out on a nye bike date
💌 biker! oscar piastri x biker! fem! reader (social media au)
💭 author's note : this is very short but i've been having oscar brainrot again (don't i always ?) and idk how but i'm always on the biker side of instagram these days so i just decided to put these two together and feed my own delusions hehe. anyways this is my last smau for this year ! thank you all for making 2023 fun and memorable <3 see you next year ;)
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🎶 slow down : chase atlantic
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yourinstagram i ❤️ bikers (oscar)
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yourinstagram we don't slow down though we like the fast life 😋
-> oscarpiastri we are speed
-> liamlawson30 the lightning mcqueen dialogue summoned me
yourinstagram also LS2 helmets in the last slide for logansargeant 🤭
-> logansargeant glad to know that y'all still remember me 😐
oscarpiastri my pretty girl
oscarpiastri step on me
-> yourinstagram what
-> oscarpiastri what
-> user81 LMAO HE'S WILDINNNN
oscarpiastri mine mine mine
oscarpiastri god you look so fine in that first picture
oscarpiastri did you have to include that picture of me swinging though 😞
-> yourinstagram ofc ! you look so cute 🥹
-> yourinstagram (he fell down right after this picture was taken btw)
-> oscarpiastri hey now you don't have to mention that
-> user44 NOT Y/N SNITCHING ON HIM LMAO
yourbestie GIRL YOU LOOK SO FINEEEE SO SLAYFUL
yourbestie ABSOLUTELY ATE !!!!
-> yourinstagram I LOVE YOUUUUU my hype girl 🫶
yourbestie THAT'S MY GF Y'ALL
-> oscarpiastri that's MY gf 🤨
-> yourinstagram chill guys there's enough y/n for everyone
-> oscarpiastri yeah well i don't share though 💁🏻♂️
-> yourinstagram why did i find that extremely hot
-> oscarpiastri you're extremely hot
-> yourbestie oh no nvm guys please don't start making out in the comments
logansargeant not giving this post a like because i'm a hater !!!!
-> yourinstagram is it bc we didn't invite you
-> logansargeant what else do you think it is 😒
-> yourinstagram logan pookie we're sorry 😭 but it was just meant to be an us thing today
-> yourinstagram we even wore the helmets with your initials man
-> yourinstagram we'll call you on our next ride, aight ?
-> logansargeant fine 😐
user16 ughhh y/n's an absolute goddess
user55 THAT OUTFIT THOUGH ??? SLAY QUEEN
user02 the LS2 helmets are so cute :(
user20 OMG SLOW DOWN AS THE SONG ARGGHHH
user22 YNOSCAR ARE SO CHASE ATLANTIC CODED 😩😩
user23 OSCAR LOOKS SO HOT IN THAT FOURTH SLIDE WHAT
user63 SHE SAID FVCK ME LIKE I'M FAMOUS I SAID OKAY 🗣️🗣️🗣️
user24 Y/N ARE YOU A CHASE ATLANTIC FAN
-> yourinstagram YEAHHHHH OFC BRO CHASE ATLANTIC >>>>>>
-> user27 i think i've fallen in love with y/n all over again
-> oscarpiastri user27 same
user04 why's oscar kinda fine..
-> user01 WDYM KINDA HE'S ALWAYS BEEN FINE
-> yourinstagram facts user01 !!!
user03 GOD WHEN IS MY TURN GOING TO COME
user10 MY FAVOURITE BIKER COUPLE 🫶
user11 icb the two hottest people on the planet are dating it all feels surreal
user14 WHERE'S MY BIKER BF 😭😠
user18 i love you both so much 🥹
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🎶 ohmami : chase atlantic
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oscarpiastri nye with my baby 🖤
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yourinstagram thank you for making my 2023 worthwhile, oz 🫶
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yourinstagram can't wait to spend another whole year with you <3
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yourinstagram i love you, my favourite boy🤍
-> oscarpiastri i love you, my favourite girl 🖤
logansargeant 🤢🤢👎🏻👎🏻
-> yourinstagram this is the reason why you're still single and why you didn't have anyone to kiss you on nye you HATER
-> user77 HELP Y/N THAT'S SO FOUL
-> logansargeant you didn't have to call me out like this 😧
landonorris that guy on the second slide looks kinda cute
-> oscarpiastri he's taken
-> landonorris aww that's too bad 😞 does his girlfriend want to share him with me ?
-> yourinstagram no his gf does not share 🤍
landonorris questionable hand placement on that third slide though 🤨
-> logansargeant no seriously why is she grabbing him like that 😧
-> yourinstagram it's comfortable 🤭
-> oscarpiastri your single arses won't know how it feels like to be touched by a woman
-> landonorris ok foul 💀
-> logansargeant you guys are such haters #ynoscarsinglephobic
-> user30 SINGLEPHOBIC PLEASE IM CRYING
-> user05 nah fr they're giving us singles too much pain it's time to cancel ynoscar
user08 I WANT WHAT THEY HAVEEEE 😭😭
user14 again... WHERE THE FRICK IS MY BIKER BF HUHHH
user06 God i see what you've done for others
user47 THE HAND PLACEMENT ON THE THIRD SLIDE GAWDDAMN
user66 i so badly want to be y/n in the third slide
user58 ynoscar do you want a dog i can bark
user49 i feel faint after seeing these pictures
user07 dayummm oscahhhhh
user56 that fourth picture 😩😩😩😩😩 (aggresive slamming on the desk)
user84 i too want to be carried around by oscar
user34 THE KING AND QUEEN OF BIKERTOK AND BIKESTAGRAM
user09 he's such a cutie patootie look at his bread cheeks in the 2nd slide ☹️
user21 the way they're looking into each other's eyes in the last slide 🥹🥹🥹
user95 ynoscar >>>>>>>> any other couple
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Jikook - what we see is what we get
When we get to see it.
Not seeing it doesn't mean it's not there though.
Was sitting today BTS songs just playing in the background while I'm working on my post. All this shit just happening around us, around JK and JM (yes, JM is part of it, he's also affected by it all), and The truth untold comes up.
This version:
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One of, if not their best performance imo. The emotion just pouring out of them.
This song. It kills me every single time. Brings me to tears every single time. JM turned away from JK singing "and I still want you" in every performance. Well, other than their last 3 in Seoul, changed by them, performed by them, ending facing each other JM singing "but I still want you". Defiant.
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All about the need to wear that mask to hide your true self for fear you might not be loved for who you truly are, that you might be seen as ugly, a monster. And the two of them, changing the staging, turning to each other, looking into each other's eyes, while changing the "and" to "but I still want you"... do people understand this? The enormity of this moment?
And then this song comes up, this performance:
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This was on day 2, while on day 3 we had this:
Omg, my YT logarithm is trying to kill me today.
And got me thinking about this moment we got on day 3 as well.
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This love, people, this chemistry, us not seeing it as often for the lack of BTS ot7 content doesn't mean is gone. It's very much still there. We just aren't as lucky to be able to see them in that one frame as often or even at all. But when we do, there is no denying it. Even if it's for the shortest of moments.
We saw it in 2020 (have people forgot memories 2020 for god sake?)
We saw it in 2021
So much more, so little image allowance... But you can find it all in my masterlist.
We saw it throughout 2022 in their Seoul and LV PTD concerts.
And in JITB even if briefly,
And in Busan and Run BTS episodes.
And we even got a little touch of it in 2023, when there was no way of keeping them out of the frame, like in Jhope's enlistment BTB, D-Day in Seoul and even when not being in one frame, in those lives we got to enjoy when the one joined the other in their comments and even without the other even making that kind of appearance.
Letter, goddamnit.
Oh and then we had JM literally flying across the world to be with JK for his Solo debut (if only GMA concert wasn't cancelled, damn it), and them dipping off for their 4 day private trip in CT.
It's sad how short people's memories are. Really. I am reading all sorts of fanfictions being put forward as "this is what happened with Jikook over the years", stating facts that are not facts, creating non existent drama, because people love the drama.
This is a loving couple in a long term relationship. You know, that boring kind. The stable, loving, filled with respect and no drama. The one where one supports their partner when they are struggling. One where just being with each other is fulfilling (cough JK coming to JM's room in LA just to be with him in the same room for hours cough).
Funny how people are talking about them breaking up 2020-21 during the pandemic when JK literally had a slip of the tongue spilling the beans they live together, they are one household, in Run BTS episode 142 they were each gifted a knife. JK all proud and piping up "we got 2"...
JM just sitting there all quiet, smirk on his face.
Stories about breakups. Stories about sexually experimenting but no actual emotional commitment. All while ignoring the constants. Those things that are just there, all the time, whenever we do get to see them:
That electrical chemistry between those two.
The way they look at each other constant over the years.
The way they talk to each other constant over the years.
The way they touch each other constant over the years.
The way they talk about each other.
The way their interactions are so different from the others or their own with the others.
The way the others are around them, their reaction to Jikook.
All still there!!!
*PS:
I wrote this post yesterday before JK's Radiohead appearance and his TikTok post-delete.
I guess now would be a good time to repeat what the wise @ourwinterspring (yes, I'm mentioning you again, lol) once said (well a couple of days ago, that is):
Rumors are created by haters
accepted by fools
and spread by idiots
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Pit Babe Colors Finale
I'm challenging myself with this show and seeing how good my color skills really are, so I'm doing my normal thing of watching it double-speed on mute, but now, the captions are off also.It's just colors and vibes here. It's been a chaotic journey, but it finally ends today, most likely with a character death, so . . .
Disclaimer: I'm just screaming this entire post.
Surprising absolutely no one, Barbara immediately forgave Charles. Like I wrote last week, I'll hold this grudge for both of us, Babe.
If this bastard is still alive by the end of this, there is no justice in the world.
Did he just give them a key to get out? They could just walk through a door, but . . . I'll take it. Kentana is trying to redeem himself. Now, KILL YOUR SHITTY FATHER, and you will earn the top place in my heart.
Don't do it, Way Way. Don't. I see you eyeing that man, but you will take zero bullets for Pete or Babe. Am I clear?! NONE! I don't care if you are wearing white compared to everyone else's black. You will not die. No.
I'm not even going to say shit about these two's colors because BIG RED JUST KILLED A KID!
OH FUCK! HE IS KILLING EVERYONE!
KIMBERLY! I LOVE YOU!
And this is why you deserve to die. Who does something like this? It's not a porn, sir. This is a murder. You're about to die. Not get laid.
WAYMOND, NO! I TOLD YOU NOT TO FUCKING DO THIS! NOOOOOOOOOO!
I know it's blood, but the 'smoke' being red too is great and I need more of it as BIG RED DIES FOR KILLING WAY WAY!
Y'all are letting Big Red talk too much while Way Way is just bleeding out on the floor, and I just need one of y'all to apply pressure to the wound so Way has a fighting chance. Please for the love of God. PLEASE! LET WAY LIVE!
Oh, shit, this is awful. Do NOT think about any good memories with this man who wore red in the past but no longer does for some wacky reason. Those memories are all tainted. He is awful. KILL HIM ALREADY AND GET WAY WAY TO THE HOSPITAL!
I HATE HIM! Barbara, don't you trade your life for Charles. Don't fucking do it. Charles came back from the dead once. He can do it again. KILL BIG RED ALREADY!
OH MY FUCKING GOD, YES! I LOVE KENTA! KILL HIM!
YOU KILLED YOUR SHITTY FATHER! YOU'VE DONE WHAT NO OTHER BL BOY HAS EVER DONE!
YOU WON MY HEART!
Now, someone go hug him! Pete what the fuck are you doing?! One boyfriend is dying and another is breaking down. DO SOMETHING, PETER!
I knew this was going to happen! I knew Way was gonna die taking a bullet for Babe. I knew it, and I'm still upset! WHY?! Why can't Peter have TWO boyfriends?! Why do we always have to kill someone to redeem them and to cancel them out of the poly plot equation. LET POLY HAPPEN!
Fuck, Alan is crying.
FUCK!
I will not be pacified with Jeffrey finally being consumed by blue. I'm still very upset about Way Way having to die instead of Peter just having two boyfriends.
Vegas' Hedgehog, I'm so over your ass! Red flowers?! At Way's funeral?! That is sooooo rude! What is wrong with you?! Read the room, you pretty bitch! RED IS OUT! Way died for the blue! THE BLUE!
I hate this necklace. I hate that Way is dead instead of being taken care of by his two boyfriends. Where the hell is Ken anyway?! Why is he not holding Peter's hand right now? WHAT IS THIS LIE?!
I trust your dad, Barbie, because he is wearing blue, but you have had to cry a thousand tears this episodes, and I pray like GMMTV's First, you stay hydrated because crying can wreck havoc on a thirsty body.
Y'all cannot fuck the grief away in the blue. You can try, but Waymond is still gonna be dead instead of having two boyfriends. This is a real problem, and I want it addressed. RIGHT NOW!
KIMBERLY! YOU'RE BLUE NOW!
Everyone is in blue, and then we have Vegas' fucking Hedgehog in those damn orange pants, and . . . AHHHHHHH *starts throwing clothes around the room and out the window*
Barbie is lighter. He is still black, but now he has the white mixed with it while he looks longingly into the eyes of his Blue Boy (who lied to him several times including lying about his death, pero I'll carry this grudge for both of us, Barbara)
Now why the fuck are you wearing red, Alan?! Why won't this show just let me have nice things?!
So . . . now that this is all over and I, unsurprisingly, did NOT get poly nor Kenta x Pete, I will be unblocking the tags because seeing black boxes on my dash is driving me crazy, and I need to reblog some GIFs of Kimberly, Alan, and Waymond x Peter x Kentana to fill this huge void in my heart where a poly plot would have perfectly fit.
I will never go back and watch this show with subs. Never. Whatever I got from it was exactly what I needed to get from it, and I need nothing else. Because what I got was a boy FINALLY deciding to
KILL HIS SHITTY FATHER
Kenta, you deserve my respect. You loved Pete. You helped all the guys in your own way. You killed your shitty dad. You committed queer wrongs, and I forgive every single one of them. You deserve a happy life, and I hope you are laying in Pete's bed with his arms around you thinking about what y'all will have for breakfast, so he can read your mind and go make it for you.
I like you.
I respect you.
I love you.
And so does Pete.
GIVE ME POLY, DAMN IT!
#pit babe#pit babe the series#the colors mean things#and they guided me the whole way through#color coded boys in love#episode 13#Give me poly already!#Kenta is my favorite now
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Do I? -W2S
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Warnings: light angst, alcohol consumption.
In which you realise your feelings for your best friend, are much stronger than you thought.
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y/username: my outfit, my girls and bog @faithlouisak @wrotoshaw
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-> y/nfanpage21: @y/username omgg! I ship them
Me and Harry have been best friends since high school. We moved to London together, I helped him through his first break up and we may have made out a few times when we were really drunk but we were drunk... right? Anyway today I'm going to Harry's apartment to help him set up for his birthday party, that he definitely didn't want to have, but I convinced him and plus it's only his closest friends.
"Heyy!" I called out as I walked into the apartment. He popped out from his bedroom and walked towards me. "Do we really have to do all this." he said gesturing to the big box of party decorations in my arms. "It's your birthday bog, you deserve all the bells and whistles." I said placing the box on the kitchen counter. "now, let's get started."
I arrived at his apartment at 2pm and we finished decorating around 4, then I left to go and get ready. When I got back to my apartment I took a quick shower, dried and straightened my hair, put on some makeup and picked out my outfit. By the time I was done it was time to leave since I promised Harry that I'd be there before anyone else.
I opened Harry's apartment door for the 2nd time today and found him sat on the couch. I placed my bag down and he turned around. His eyes widened "you look beautiful." he said slightly breathlessly. I smiled "thank you." I said walking over to the sofa and sitting next him.
With drinks sat on the counter and the music blaring, people started to arrive. Soon everyone was in the apartment and we slowly started acting more and more drunk. I stood with Talia and Faith dancing when I looked over and caught Harry's eyes, a small smile spread across my lips and he returned it. "You too are made for each other." Faith said pulling me out of my trance. "What? Me and Harry." I said over the music. "y/n come on!" Talia said as if it was obvious. I furrowed my brows, confused. Faith scoffed "you're always with each other in your own little conversation and you look at each other like you're in love." I was slightly taken aback "we do?". They both nodded ferociously. "Oh."
After that conversation I was practically rethinking everything, do I like him... no it's bog... but, no y/n shut up. He probably doesn't feel the same way anyway. I was consumed by my thoughts when Harry came over. "Oh hi, having fun?" I said not looking at him properly. "Ye... are you okay?" He asked. "Mhm" I hummed before getting up and speed walking to the bathroom.
I placed my hands on the counter and took a deep breath. "What the fuck is happening? Why do I feel like this about the boy I've been friends with since we were kids, now?" I thought. A knock on the door broke me out of my thoughts. I quickly fixed myself up and opened the door. Harry... "are you sure you're okay?" he asked. I felt awful that he was worrying about me when he's supposed to be having fun. "I told you I'm fine." I said but it came out a little harsh. He seemed a little taken aback but nodded and left me alone.
I drank a lot that night and tried my best to avoid Harry. I woke up in my bed with the worst hangover of my life, I took some paracetamol and opened instagram.
y/username posted a story 11 hours ago!
I don't remember posting that. Today is Harry's actual birthday so I pulled together a nice message for instagram, along with some photos from the party.
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y/username: happy birthday @wrotoshaw thank you for being the best friend ever and for putting up with my shit🫶🖕
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user394752919: this is so cute🥹
wrotoshaw: thank you for everything y/n
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-> user85019234: w2s commenting on insta what😨
I was confused by what Harry wrote under my post. First of all he never comments on instagram, second "thank you for everything" like what? So I decided to text him. "Hey can I come over?" I sent and a few minutes later I got a reply "be here in 10"
I walked into his apartment in some sweatpants and a hoodie just over 10 minutes later. "Bog?" I called out as I slipped my trainers off. "Bedroom!" he shouted. "Hey." I said once I opened the door. He patted on the bed gesturing for me to sit. I plonked myself on the bed and he pulled me towards he and into a strong hug. I was slightly surprised at first but quickly hugged him back. We stayed like that for a good few minutes but eventually pulled away.
"What was that for?" I asked. He looked into my eyes "I love you." he said and my lips parted slightly. I didn't say anything, "it's okay if you don't feel the same but-" I cut him off by pushing myself forward so our lips collided. When we pulled away we kept our foreheads pressed together. "I love you too."
#fanfic#image#oneshot#sidemen#harry lewis#harry w2s#w2s#w2s imagine#w2s x reader#w2s fic#wrotoshaw#instagram#angst
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hi! saw your post about asking for ideas, and what if you did a neteyam x metkayina!reader where they'd be helping teach him how to free dive or learn how to ride an ilu for the first time?
i love this idea so much!
Training
pairings: neteyam x f!metkayina!reader
requested: yes
summary: the sully’s flee their home because of an attack from the sky people. in order to try and fit in the metkayina clan — jake + neytiri train with ronal + tonowari, and the kids train with the metkayina kids. reader teaches neteyam.
type: fluff
warnings: none i dont think? reader and neteyam are the same age, reader is the daughter of ronal and tonowari (cliche, i know I'm sorry), 3rd person pov
a/n: gif is not mine, this is my first writing piece on here!
word count: 580
Y/N and her ilu broke through the water, splashing Tsireya in the face in the process.
"Hey!" Tsireya looked at her sister, feigning an offended look as Y/N laughed at her. "I'm so gonna get you back!"
"Oh, no you're not!" Y/N's ilu got the hint and began to swim off as Tsireya chased them on her own ilu. She frowned as she saw her sister slow down and focus her attention somewhere else. Tsireya quickly realized where she was looking.
There was the famous Toruk Makto and his family in the flesh. Y/N and Tsireya quickly hopped off their ilu's and swam to shore.
Y/N scanned the family as she wrung the water out of her long, curly hair. She looked at the oldest boy only to find him looking right back at her. Y/N quickly flashed him a smile and gave a tiny wave.
Neteyam felt heat rising to his face and ears, each quickly turning a purple color (please someone understand my reasoning behind this). She was the prettiest girl he had ever seen. He couldn't keep his eyes off her. His eyes would constantly wonder back to her no matter how hard he would try to look somewhere else.
He only hoped he would be able to talk to her.
a few days later.
Training with Neteyam was going great. He was quickly picking up the skills Y/N was teaching him. But today was going to be the real test. Today, Neteyam would be learning how to ride an ilu.
Neteyam waited at the agreed meeting spot for Y/N.
"Neteyam!" Y/N jogged over with a smile present on her face and a saddle in her hand as he turned around to look at her. "Ready for today?" If it was even possible at this point, her smile grew wider.
"Ready than ever," Neteyam said with slight nervousness in his voice as he took in her appearance. Her beauty seemed to blow him away every time.
"Good! Let's get started then," She said as she walked about waist-level deep into the water before calling an ilu for Neteyam. He followed her into the water, standing almost directly behind her.
Y/N turned around to speak to Neteyam only to see how close they were to each other. She blushed and took a step back as he cleared his throat and felt the heat on his face.
"Right. First things first — you have to put the saddle onto the ilu like this," she quickly but gently put the saddle onto the ilu. "Then you mount it like I do," Y/N pulled herself up onto the ilu and held onto the antennas. "Got it?"
"Yes," Neteyam nodded.
"Good. Now it's your turn," she smiled and got off the ilu. Neteyam's eyes widened as he pulled himself onto the ilu and incorrectly held onto the ilu.
Y/N furrowed her eyebrows as she placed her hands on top of Neteyam's and moved them to the correct spot. He took a deep breath and tried his best not to freak out.
She looked at him and smiled to herself, "now make the bond and tell the ilu where you want to go."
Neteyam smiled and nodded, "forward." He clearly underestimated the speed of the ilu's. He shot forward, and because he wasn't holding onto its antennas tight enough, he fell off.
Y/N started laughing and shaking her head, "try again."
#neteyam x reader#avatar (2022)#avatar (2009)#tsireya#ao'nung#neteyam#jake sully#neytiri#tuktirey#lo'ak#lo'ak avatar#kiri avatar#neteyam avatar#jake avatar#tonowari#atwow#avatar the way of water
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Big ask collection time
@asion-artista93 I expect to update phantom pain today although I have to speed draw because I slacked off all week.... anyhow I want to update every week on Fridays!
@kiku91 it is definitely aesthetics only and also inspired but his outfit in the series. I just like my Donnie to give into his bad boy persona
@mikey-rottmnt vfty can't tag why uhm anyhow you mean this future Donnie?
Unfortunately the hoodie isn't real...I too suffer knowing I can't buy it :'(
@sk3tch-rottmnt
1. RIP Leo and his mental wall that's about to break
2. Probably not... well, physically he's fine. For now.
@extratmnt hehe Christmas theme. Couldn't resist
@ anonymous uhm well...I might’ve actually closed any other social media I posted my art on...I guess I could show some other stuff in a post, but it's pretty much all now than a year old haha
Can't tag you idk why but yes Mikey floof!!!
@icequeenabby aaah thank you! Hehe I was having fun drawing it especially the Krang Donnie
@ anonymous Oh he was definitely bullied by his brothers
@sloppy-syrup cass and tapa???? I'm honoured sryvjii. Also I don't mind you referencing my art but I don't think it's the best choice haha I'm still learning 🙈
@ anonymous and @lucatea I hope to answer these in phantom pain!
@ anonymous aaah thank you <3
@ anonymous uhm well... she fights in the battle nexus. She upgraded her own weapon with two functions. One she calls solar eclipse that emits a very dark smoke cloud and one that's called moonlight and temporarily blinds her opponents. She's very competitive but doesn't mind losing if her opponent wins because of great skills and quick thinking. (She loaths cheaters and people who 'let' her win). She is actually pretty sweet but enjoys teasing others and doesn't hold back when in a competition (this includes board games and such). She is often straight to the point and honest about what she feels which can come across as rude to some. She doesn't care though.
@ anonymous thank you for taking the time to read it <3
@ anonymous aaah that seems painful! I guess the worst cases were getting my earrings stuck in the others hair, bumping into glasses and my neck getting bent because the one hugging me was too tall
I can definitely imagine them having some hug issues especially with their shells hehe
#ask abbey#I've been procrastinating these for so long#i still have a few to go#also I'm procrastinating something else now by doing this hehe
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what is up froods
lol i keep forgetting to like. actually write updates in my personal journal. i'm using this tumblr too much like a tumblr.
i went down a rabbit hole the other night in that i just opened my own archives and went back to 2013 and then realized i started this in 2011. i didn't say a lot, back then i definitely was still using my LJ for Big Personal Updates and Tumblr was exclusively for snappy shitposts, and then I abandoned the LJ and only blogged in snappy shitposts for a while, and I did some vagueblogging that I genuinely have no idea what it was about, and that's fun.
But there's some. Boy there's some real fossils in there. God everything stays the same but everything happens so much.
I know I've backed up this blog but IDK how much you can make it make sense, offline. Anyway. That's how it goes. I'm not in any kind of existential panic about the site I'm just reacting to the zeigeist here, it made me think of old times.
I go back to the farm in a couple of weeks-- just for a couple of weeks, but the Season is Starting. My physical therapist keeps giving me more exercises. She's right, my core strength is wretched, but when I said I'd tried to do crunches now and then, tried to stay a tiny bit fit but-- she was like omg no you can't do crunches, with that hip cartilage as it is, so I felt a little better. So she's teaching me what I *can* do, and the important thing is that she's like you cannot do this more than every other day or three times a week, you cannot rush this kind of thing, and it's wonderful advice contrary to all the other advice I've ever had in my life which was like every moment you're not doing more work you're being a lazy shit. So, that's nice. I'll cut because nothing else here is going to be interesting.
I'm not the youngest person at physical therapy but there's a lot of old people there. I haven't been masking, I've been being lazy and just using xylitol nose spray before I go, and it's been fine, but I know that's just luck. (I see no one but Dude, who sees almost no one but me, so the consequences of fucking up would be minor.) with a trip to the farm coming up, I'm going to go back to masking, at least in the lead-up to the trip-- because last time I had COVID I had almost no symptoms, and nowadays apparently the rapid tests aren't super useful. The way I'm coping is, I know, a logical fallacy-- since COVID wasn't bad the one time I had it, I'm just telling myself I'm resistant naturally and it won't hurt me, and I know this is not the truth at all but it helps me cope-- but I cannot stand the thought of spreading it to someone who would be more hurt by it, so I have convinced myself not to fear catching it but to fear spreading it. I figure it's effectively the same and lets me not just be fucking terrified all the time.
I also discovered that a former employee of the farm who's out here going to college is interested in carpooling, and we've already got a tentative date for him to ride back with me on my way back from the farm at the end of March, and this has lightened my spirits a great deal. It's such a long drive and it feels like such a waste of gas, and he does have a car but it's not actually that safe to drive on the Thruway. (He swears up and down it's perfectly safe but just not at sustained speeds over 60. I was like omg kid do NOT, I will drive, my car is brand fkn new. He's taking the train home and will ride back with me.)
Let's see. Oh I don't think I've kept up with posting about the kitchen painting. It's down to the last tiny fiddly details, and what I've got to do is do a half-stencil in the corner above the door, and I did one half yesterday and will finish the rest today. I had to custom cut out a copy of part of the stencil to make it work, and it's sort of janky and I am going to have to hand-paint it with a lot of masking tape, but it's such a small area that like, why not, I can be that fussy. It's fine.
Once I finish that, which if I do part in the morning and part in the afternoon I can do today, then I can FINALLY CLEAN UP AND PUT AWAY all the painting detritus. I can't tell you how excited I am to do that.
I've also been doing fabric dyeing, finally. I collected several of the muslin garments I'd finished and meant to do something with, and got out my dyes. I did a batch of ice dye solely because I forgot which ones I'd intended to use for that; now I have a pair of slightly ill-fitting homemade leggings that look like a clown threw up on them, and a cheerful sweatshirt to match. i then used the runoff to dye the cream-colored canvas work smock-- I sort of tie-dyed it because I pasted up a little bit of two of the component colors and poured that on a couple areas that I then rubberbanded, because I wanted tie-dye but did not want any white areas left. So it's a blue/purple/red smock now, and the rainbow stitching I constructed it with was polyester so it's still rainbow, huzzah. Subtle and understated and also I can smear it with filth and maybe it will still look intentional.
[image description: a canvas work smock with big pockets, hanging to dry, mostly a mucky dark purple but with some brighter splotches of red and dark blue, and some bits of paler purple.]
[image description: assorted garments draped over drying racks in a sunporch, in blotchy shades of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, all kind of run together but not murky.]
And then I did another batch of ice dye, this time with the dyes I had bought that are supposed to work well for this because they split. That dress is still in the wash so I don't have pictures of how it turned out, but mostly it just looks splotchy green. LOL oh well. The point was, I made all these test garments in undyed fabric, but I don't have a lifestyle where I can wear a white dress, so now I have some non-white dresses I don't have to be precious about. Some of them I should now probably hem and like actually finish..........
I have one dress and one shirt left, and a pair of light-wash jeans I don't like wearing, and I'm thinking about trying like. Ombre or something. We'll see if I get around to that.
My sewing area is still a fuckin disaster and I don't want to think about it. But I'm cutting out a vest from scrap denim, I want a quilted abrasion-resistant washable work vest for farm work next week and I gotta get a move on. All I need now is to cut out the batting and get to it. So hopefully today.
I took photos, I might try writing up how-tos on the dyeing and on the repurposed denim stuff, but I also might not. If I was doing this again I would probably not bother with the ice, for the rainbow one. We'll see once the properly ice dyed dress comes out of this wash, I can hear the washer spinning but I'm trapped under Chita at the moment.
I missed this week's fic update because I'm progressing so slowly on both current active WIPs. I have a bunch written ahead in both, but each one has the back half of the current chapter just held up waiting for me to write them; I've overcome the structural decisions that delayed me, but I have to just sit and write them. And both of them are complicated scenes I've been waiting to write a long time, so I'm looking forward to writing them, and so like, paradoxically, can't make myself do it. Because once I've done it I'll have done it, see... anyway. Silly but there it is. I'll get through it once I decide I deserve that treat. I know! I know.
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THIS IS LIKE THE THIRD POST I'VE MADE TODAY BUT IT DOESN'T MATTER
I made a little fic for @lehnsherrslover after they posted a list of prompts they wanted to read and I chose Single Dads AU because, who doesn't love a good Single Dads AU? So here's a little gift for you (I LOVE WRITING FIC AND GIVING THEM TO OTHER PEOPLE AAAAA)
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Playmates
Erik was desperate to say the least.
His children, his two little demonic angels had disappeared in the aisles of the supermarket and the man didn't seem to find them anywhere. He searched with his own power for the two steel bracelets that the six-year-old twins were wearing precisely for this situation. Erik was happy to have listened to his mother when she had given the idea a few years earlier.
"Where are you, where are you." He repeated like a mantra in his head as he pushed the cart full of food and a toy that Pietro had taken without his father noticing. The bracelets continually moved from one part of the supermarket to another, most likely due to Pietro running at supersonic speed with his sister on his shoulders.
Suddenly the movement stopped and Erik ran towards the aisle where the bracelets were located, knowing he looked like a madman after abandoning a cart full of products in the middle of the supermarket. He turned the corner and saw them: his two children were standing next to each other: Pietro was rocking back and forth and Wanda was holding the hand of another child to Erik unknown who looked a little younger than them.
"Wanda, Pietro, don't ever run away like that again, please." Erik realized he was out of breath, he reached down and picked up the silver-haired boy, feeling his heart fill at the little boy's laugh.
"Dad! Dad! We made a friend." Wanda said swinging her hand and the baby's.
"Yes, this is David!" Pietro said clutching his father's checked shirt.
"Hi David, where are your parents?" Erik bent down to be face to face with the boy, who moved to stand behind Wanda.
"He's shy." The little girl said playing with one of the many unruly curls on her head. The little boy leaned over and whispered something in his new friend's ear.
"He says hi." Wanda took the boy's hand back into hers.
“Do you guys know where his parents are?” Wanda and Pietro shook their heads. Oh well, his two little angels had probably "kidnapped" another child.
"Alright little one, let's try to find your-"
"David! There you are!" A voice cried out in relief from behind Erik. A weight lifted from his chest, it had ended well. In addition to the voice, however, he sensed a large amount of iron. He turned and felt his head spin at the sight of the other man. The, if he understood correctly, father of the child was breathtaking. Hia brown hair looked so soft, making Erik want to run his hand through it. His lips were red and Erik tried not to stare at them too much and his eyes were just…
"Sir? Are you okay?" Asked the man who now had the baby, David, on his lap.
"Uh, yeah, yeah sure." Erik said with a cough and shook off the feeling he had.
"I'm sorry if David caused you any trouble." The man gave a quick kiss on the little boy's head and stretched out his hand in front of him.
"Charles Xavier, nice to meet you..."
"Erik, Erik Lehnsherr." He shook the man's hand with one hand while holding Pietro with the other.
"Don't worry about David, in fact, I apologize on behalf of my children for holding him back." He bent down a little and also picked up Wanda who hid her face in the crook of her father's neck.
“Did your kids talk to him?” He asked with a stunned look.
"Yeah, I mean, he's shy and talked in Wanda's ear." Erik finished the sentence abruptly, seeing the man's eyes become moist.
“How about we take the kids out for ice cream so we can talk for a bit?” Erik saw how the man tried to remain calm and couldn't help but nod.
They left the supermarket and went to a nearby ice cream shop that had a large outdoor garden with benches and tables where the children could have fun.
"Thank you for agreeing to come." Charles said as he watched the three children laughing and talking at a nearby table.
“No problem but, did you want to talk about something?” Erik asked, mixing the now melted ice cream in the cup.
"David is autistic. He is five years old and from what I know the only person he has ever verbally spoken to is me. He usually uses body language to communicate with others but with me he uses his telepathy."
"Are you a mutant?" Erik asked without warning, biting his tongue and internally slapping himself for asking something so private.
"Yes, any problems?" Charles asked now with a completely serious and no longer grateful look.
"No! No, it's just..." He moved his hand and some coins levitated from his pocket to the table.
"A telekinetic! That's awesome!" Charles' eyes lit up as he looked at the now motionless pennies.
"Only with metal, actually. Pietro is superfast and Wanda can alter reality. What about you?" He asked as an emotion of affection for his two children ran through his body.
"Telepath, just like my David. But, hey, a super fast kid and one who can change things at will. That must be a nightmare for you and your wife." Erik smiled sadly.
"I'm a widower, actually. Magda died when the twins were two, they hadn't developed their mutations yet but I'm sure she would have been very proud."
"Oh, I'm so sorry, my friend, I shouldn't have assumed anything." Charles said regretfully, wringing his fingers.
"Don't worry. I miss her but life goes on. What about you?" He asked watching the man bite his lower lip.
"Oh, divorced. David's mother, Gabrielle, and I wanted different things. You know, it happens but we're on good terms. David usually goes to her place during the summer and to celebrate Hannukah." Erik was elated.
"Are you Jewish? Like, are you both a mutant and Jewish?"
"No, I'm not Jewish but Gabrielle is and we mutually decided that David would follow his mother's religion. Why you ask?"
"Because I'm Jewish too." He said with a smile, taking the coins from the table to his pocket.
“This is amazing! It just feels like we were destined to find each other. However, as I was telling you before: David has never communicated verbally with anyone else and to hear that with your children he has… Erik, please, I know that We've only known each other for a little less than an hour but if you agree, would you let our children play together a few days a week?" He asked, looking at the other man with eyes so blue that there was no way for Erik not to accept.
"Of course I agree Charles. It would also be good for my children to be with David, I think they already care a lot about him." He said with a smile.
"And maybe if you like, sometimes just the two of us could go out." Erik's words made Charles' cheeks blush.
“Or not, I mean, you don't have to, you don't have to feel any pressure just because I agreed to let our kids play together, fuck, I don't even know if you're attracted to men.” He pinched the bridge of his nose with two fingers and thought that if he hadn't been so mortified he would have burst out laughing. Charles took his hand in his.
"Erik, I would like to inform you that yes, I am attracted to men, to you, especially, and that I would be truly honored if we went out together sometime." The man smiled and tucked an out-of-place tuft behind his ear and Erik knew he was too attracted to the man for his own good.
#cherik#erik lehnsherr#charles xavier#x men#ao3 fanfic#fanfic#david haller#quicksilver#wanda maximoff
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Menace
As I said in the AO3 this was a fic that I had drafts for but never got around to completing. Thought it would be a waste not to post it anyway :D Do bear in mind that these were drafts, so the pacing is choppy and can skip over some things.
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I
"Marinette? Can you help me change the curtains?"
"Coming, maman!" The girl zipped down the stairs, only to be greeted with an overfilled table. All sorts of delicacies decorated the top, with an elaborate centerpiece that Sabine only brought out when special guests were over. She chuckled and got the lace curtains from her mother.
"This is too much. You know we can't finish all of this." Marinette climbed on a stool and began putting on the newly washed curtains.
"Oh come on, you haven't seen them for a long time. Let me throw a feast." Sabine patted her back before moving back to the kitchen.
"No, you haven't seen them in a long time and now you have an urge to spoil them," said Marinette.
She hadn't expected that day to come quickly. For a rare time, her childhood friends had the chance to visit Paris, France, courtesy of Bruce Wayne's lavish spending. The boys would be flying over from Metropolis, Gotham, and Fawcett City and were staying over for a few days.
Sabine blew out a breath. "The ice cream shop texted me. Their delivery man isn't available today. I'm sorry dear, but can you go pick it up before the boys arrive?"
"Of course, maman. I'll take my scooter."
Marinette grabbed the money and gave her mother a kiss on the cheek before dashing down the apartment. She was peacefully driving on her scooter when she heard an ominous thump from the side of the ride. Skidding to a halt, she gaped at the mutated dinosaurs trampling over the city, sending Parisians into a panic. On the widescreen attached to a building, Nadja Chamack warned the public about the third akumatization of Dr. Anne-Jeanne.
"Not today!" Marinette groaned under her breath. From her half-open purse, Tikki sent a sympathetic look.
She took the next right to find a spot to transform. But she found herself speeding up, going too fast, only to be hit with a sudden impact on her side as she was knocked over by one of the villain's creatures. Marinette's breath fell short while she laid on the road, clutching her head. A few feet from her, she saw a familiar car pull over.
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She regained her consciousness, but was cursed with a splitting headache. Marinette whimpered and burrowed deeper into the arms of whoever was holding her. When she tried to open her eyes, the light stung her vision, making her shut them tight again. She had no idea where she was or who she was with, but the smell of asphalt and the voices clued her in.
"This is a bad idea, Dames. We can't be seen in Paris—"
"Do you want us to sit back and let that thing wreak havoc in the city while Ladybug's nowhere to be found?"
"But the Justice League promised Ladybug they won't interfere—"
"The League promised. Not us."
"Wait, so technically, Billy's the one breaking the rules here—"
A snort sounded. "Wait a minute, I was the one who saved Marinette."
Marinette felt herself being shifted around. Billy . . . but the one talking didn't sound like Billy. It sounded like—She tentatively opened her eyes a little to see a lightning emblem on a broad chest. Captain Marvel. He was the one carrying her.
Her eyelids closed again. Head hurts. Dami. Jon. Billy. What . . .?
"Oh look, the cat can't even handle the villain himself," Damian (or Robin?) huffed.
"Even if we interfere, we can't purify the akuma without Ladybug," Jon argued.
"We can always stall until she arrives," Captain suggested.
The akuma! Chat! Marinette stirred, pretending to wake up for the first time. She squirmed and groaned, opening her eyes. Captain Marvel placed her on the ground but she swayed as she tried to stand up.
"Ma—!"
Robin sharply nudged Superboy on the side.
Superboy cleared his throat. "I mean, citizen! Are you okay?"
Marinette clutched her head. "Hurts."
Robin's lips thinned to a line. Marinette knew his irises must be blazing behind his mask. "You probably have a concussion. Captain will stay behind with you while we fight the akumatized villain."
Marinette swallowed thickly. No, I have to get away from here. Transform. Get the akuma. Get the ice cream. Get back home.
"Why do I have to stay?" Captain Marvel asked.
"If you're spotted here, how will you explain that to the League?"
"Fine."
Robin rolled his shoulders. "At least our fathers are used to us getting into trouble."
Superboy glanced back at her worriedly as he flew up while Robin grappled away. Captain Marvel led her to a hidden alley for safety. Scratches and aches were scattered around Marinette's body, adding to the throbbing in her head. She braced herself on the wall just as more of the dizziness kicked in. I'm in no state to fight right now. Besides that, she wouldn't be able to concentrate because of that sudden revelation.
"Ladybug's cure will heal you right?" Captain Marvel fidgeted next to her.
"It should," she mumbled.
She waited for a time when the hero wasn't looking and removed her earrings to give to Tikki. The kwami immediately vacated her purse to hand the Miraculous to her partner.
Marinette slid down to a sitting position, holding her head with both hands. My best friends are superheroes.
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She had arrived back home before they did. Marinette sped up the upper floor to drop off the ice cream, meeting Sabine's worried expression.
"Marinette? Are you okay? I saw the akuma attack in the news." Sabine's eyebrows furrowed. "I shouldn't have let you pick up the ice cream."
Marinette forced out a smile of reassurance. "I'm okay, maman. I went to a safe spot as soon as I could and Ladybug—err, the heroes fixed everything."
"Do you think the boys got caught in the attack too?"
"I'm sure they'll be fine." She waved the thought off. "I'll text them to check."
Without giving Sabine a chance to respond, she dashed up to her bedroom, saying that she had to change to a better outfit. Marinette practically threw her purse on the chaise as she steadied her breaths. First, she let her mind run. Damian. Robin. Jon. Superboy. Billy. Captain-freaking-Marvel who hadn't even revealed his identity to the rest of the League. The rest of the puzzle pieces fell into place. The Wayne family. The Kents.
Marinette groaned and held her head again. It had been so obvious. They were right in front of her the entire time! And yet she had never stopped to think that they were like her, living with two identities. She sat upright, stiffening. She would have to control her heartbeat around Jon. No. She'd have to be careful around all three of them. Jon was a walking lie detector. Damian was a detective. And Billy was perceptive and had the Wisdom of Solomon. She shuddered, thinking how many times she could've come close to letting her alter ego slip while not knowing about it.
She jolted when she heard her phone ring. Putting a hand on her chest, she answered the call. The frantic voice of Adrien bombarded her ears. "Mari? Are you okay?"
"I'm fine. I'm okay." She sighed. "The cure fixed everything."
"Are you sure? Tikki said you had a concussion. I have to send the earrings back—"
"No, wait!" The words tumbled out of her lips without much thought. "I think it's better if you keep the earrings and Tikki for a while."
"What? Why? Is it not safe in your house?"
Marinette stood up and opened a mini drawer on her desk to retrieve a pair of extra earrings that looked like her Miraculous. "No, not like that. We're having guests over later. I won't have time to meet up with you and it's too dangerous for you to drop in. I'll get the earrings tomorrow."
"Oh, okay." Adrien muttered a curse. "I have to sneak out for sweets."
"Don't feed her too much." She laughed a little, easing off the tension in her body. "Thanks for covering for me today, kitty. You did so well."
"Yeah, but the other heroes suddenly showed up . . ."
Marinette gnawed on her lip. "I—I saw them too. Did they interfere too much?"
"They helped save some civilians," Adrien grumbled. "But Robin won't stop nagging my ear off."
"Marinette!" Sabine called out from downstairs. "They're here!"
"I'll talk to them next time," she promised. "I have to go. Thanks again, kitty."
She took a few more seconds to fish out the Mouse pendant from the box as temporary protection. Fortunately, the pendant in camouflage matched her outfit perfectly. She bounded down the stairs to see the three boys, not a hair out of place as if they hadn't donned capes not more than an hour ago. Jon wore his usual sunny smile; Damian was his usual broody self, arms crossed and posture rigid; and Billy was tucked in a thick coat and black beanie.
Marinette put on a grin of her own as she hugged them one by one. "Are you guys okay? The akuma attack hit downtown and . . ."
Damian scoffed. "We're not foolish enough to get caught in an akuma attack."
"The dinosaurs looked pretty cool though," said Billy.
"I'm glad." As if nothing happened at all.
"Are you okay? Maman Sabine said you were outside during the attack too." Jon frowned.
Her voice raised an octave as she side-eyed her mother. "Fine! I'm fine. Why don't we eat now? You must be starving."
She gestured towards the living space. The coffee table had been pushed to the side to make room for cushions and pillows. "You guys can put your bags over there."
"It's a good thing you boys weren't harmed," said Sabine, placing the plates neatly on the table. "I heard some . . . foreign heroes were around as well."
Only Jon seemed to have a split-second reaction, Marinette noticed. Damian barely batted an eye when he replied, "It seems that they've been called in since Ladybug was missing in action."
Marinette wrinkled her nose. We didn't 'call them in'. Adrien would've been offended to hear that. "That happens sometimes," she piped up. "But Chat Noir always saves the city whenever Ladybug's out of commission."
"Dunno, he looked like he was being cornered back there," Billy recounted, sharing a look with Jon. "Um, we were watching from the car."
"Chat Noir's capable of handling things by himself." Marinette raised an eyebrow.
Jon poked her side. "I forgot you were such a fangirl."
"I'm not a fan—!" She sputtered out, face heating up. "Okay, I am, but not that kind. I just hate it when people don't appreciate Chat. He and Ladybug are partners. They're equals."
They took their seats around the table. Marinette's thoughts momentarily flew elsewhere. It was strange knowing their identities, and she knew she had to tell them. But the consequences of doing that were unpredictable. They might become overprotective of her, since knowing their secrets would make her vulnerable. Or they might also push her away in fear of exposing her to danger.
She absentmindedly sipped on her drink. It would be fair if I told them about me too but . . .
She watched them carefully. Billy and Jon were both scarfing down their food while Damian was talking with Sabine. They're the same . . . but everything is so different too. She wouldn't fault them for hiding those secrets from her since she carried one of her own. But since she found out about them, another invisible weight added to her growing pile.
She shook herself out of her daze.
"I can finally beat you in UMS properly," Billy grinned with a mouthful.
"Properly?" She pointed her fork at him. "You've never beaten me at all."
"Hey, I've beaten Eugene a few times. I can beat you."
"Please. You're leaving out the real champion here," Jon chimed in. Marinette threw a napkin on his face, telling him to wipe the pasta sauce on his chin.
"If you beat me once, I'll buy you ice cream tomorrow," Marinette wagered. "Damian, you should play too."
"Tt. It's a childish game."
Jon rolled his eyes. "It's a fighting game. You like fighting."
"Not with hunks of steel."
"Mechs," Marinette corrected. "But if you want to sit down and brood for the rest of the night, be my guest then. I'll make you our food errand boy."
"Oh, he's gotta practice his scowl." Billy smirked.
"The threatening aura," Jon added.
"Fine.” Damian crossed his arms. I'll join you for one game."
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All the words she could hear were garbled, echoing in the white wasteland. There were hands choking her as she clawed at anything she could touch.
Icy blue eyes.
Sharp teeth.
A feral grin.
He morphed into an image of Hawkmoth, who sent her flying from the top of the Eiffel right after seizing her Miraculous.
Marinette's breaths grew ragged.
It's not real!
She woke up in a cold sweat, realizing that she'd been holding the sheets tightly. Painfully. She'd fallen asleep nestled between Damian and Billy, and Jon had moved near her, hand positioned by her shoulder.
He must've heard my heartbeat, she guessed.
"Are you okay?" he whispered.
She sat up and nodded numbly. "Nightmare."
"Want to talk about it?"
She shook her head. Not wanting to wake the others, she moved to the kitchen with Jon trailing behind her. "Sometimes I have trouble sleeping," she murmured. "It's nothing too serious. Don't worry."
Jon looked at her sympathetically. To him, she was probably a traumatized innocent, someone who had witnessed too many akuma attacks. But the truth was something deeper, something that she wouldn't be able to tell them.
"Want a cup of . . . tea? Coffee? Hot chocolate?" Marinette offered, filling up the heater with water.
"Whatever you'll have," Jon said. "Does it happen often?"
"Not too often," she responded hesitantly. "I . . . I get used to it?"
He raised an eyebrow. She winced. That doesn't sound any better, does it?
"But I'm okay, really. I just have to wake myself up before an akuma slips in or something." She shrugged. "It's a burden every Parisian has to carry."
"Why can't the heroes deal with Hawkmoth already?" he said bitterly.
Marinette's fingers twitched as she handed him his cup. You don't know anything. "They're trying their best. It's just a matter of time before he breaks."
"But Ladybug and Chat Noir are just kids themselves. Won't it be easier to pass the responsibility to someone else?"
She clenched her jaw. And get amnesia? No thanks.
"Hey, I believe in trusting them both." She half-smiled, taking a sip of her drink. "Don't let other Parisians hear you say that. They're protective of their heroes."
II
“You’ll be joined by Ladybug for this mission,” Batman told him. “And Captain Marvel will accompany the three of you.”
Robin froze in the middle of sheathing his sword, only dwelling on the fact that his father had nearly uttered ‘babysit’ instead of ‘accompany’. His face hardened, eyebrows knitting together and lips pulled into a thin line. “Ladybug? We can do fine without her.”
Though Bruce’s cowl was pulled up, Robin knew he was silently saying ‘ no room for arguments on this one’. Batman turned back to the computer. “Sources say that the location has some strange . . . signature. You need someone with magic expertise.”
“Captain Marvel is magic.”
“You know what I mean, Damian.”
Robin clicked his tongue softly. Ladybug. It wasn’t that he disliked her, it was just that her behavior was too closed off. Always insisting that she’d handle Paris on her own, along with her team. Always saying she’s not a part of the Justice League. Never allowing anyone else to research or even see the other Miraculi.
He supposed that Batman agreed on her terms about Paris being a no-touch zone since the Bat himself understood that a turf was a turf. Like Gotham was his own miserable little city to protect. Damian, on the other hand, didn’t appreciate her lack of openness. Acting like she could handle independence from superiors or mentors when she wasn’t any older than him.
Not to mention she’d been actively avoiding the JL in the past few weeks.
“I’m leading the team,” he said indignantly.
“ All of you will work together,” Batman ordered. “Don’t get ahead of yourself. Ladybug usually doesn’t work closely with the League. We shouldn’t waste the opportunity.”
He scoffed. “So you decided to put her with the other kids, huh.”
“Damian. ”
“I will ‘behave’, Father.” He signed air quotes with his fingers. “But I can’t say that she will too.”
That was what brought Robin, Superboy, Ladybug and Captain Marvel to the borders of Russia to infiltrate a cave which was pinpointed to be a base of a mysterious group. Robin, bundled up in a thicker suit, couldn’t help but side-eye the French heroine. Another thing that irked him was that the three of them would have to hide their identities from her, which meant there would be little casual conversation going around.
He clenched his jaw, putting one hand on the cave’s entrance. She’s the intruder around here.
“Do you think the cult has something to do with the Miraculous?” Superboy hovered nearby, squinting at the darkness to search for potential dangers.
“Won’t be the first time,” Ladybug muttered under her breath.
“What do you mean?” Captain Marvel asked.
“The knowledge about Miraculouses isn’t exactly . . . hidden throughout history,” she explained, opening up her yoyo to use as a light. “When people find out about the power they hold, they tend to go extreme when they try to look for the Miraculouses or their holders.”
“So that’s why you’re keeping the Paris thing under wraps.” Superboy stepped on one of the rocks leading down the cave. “I think it’s safe. I’ll stay at the front so I can keep an eye out.”
“Part of the reason,” Ladybug followed behind Robin as they ventured into the deep hollow. From the corner of his eye, he saw her shiver.
“I thought your suit protected you from the cold,” he said.
She matched his scowl with a deadlier one. “Ladybug instincts. I don’t do well in cold weather.”
“And yet you still accepted this mission.”
“I need to be here in case Miraculouses are involved.” Her voice raised slightly.
“So if it wasn’t, you’re just dead weight?”
“Okay kiddies, break it up,” Captain Marvel butted in behind them. “Forward now, and look where you step.”
Robin withheld a sigh. Ladybug fell quiet behind him.
III
“I’m worried about them,” Jon sighed as he stepped over to another platform. The damp smell of the cave permeated in the air, making him wrinkle his nose every ten minutes or so.
“Of course you are,” Billy said, “It’s Damian we’re talking about here.”
“He’s a bit . . . abrasive towards people he doesn’t trust yet.”
“Abrasive,” Billy repeated, snorting, as he nearly slipped on one of the wet rocks. “The guy punched me when we first met.”
Jon laughed. “You know that was an accident.”
Damian Wayne was obviously a tough nut to crack. He was harsh, blunt, and stubborn through and through, only letting a few people slip past the gaps. But Jon also thought the same of Ladybug. She hid behind her mask, blocking everyone with her walls the second they tried to get close to her. Maybe she was afraid of getting hurt. Maybe she was paranoid.
Consequently, both her and Damian’s spitfire personalities clashed, manifesting as heated arguments and opposition.
Then there was Jon’s other worry. Marinette.
“There’s something I’m thinking about too,” Jon began, “I . . . I think I want to tell her.”
Billy stopped for a minute to catch his breath. “Mari?”
“Yeah.”
“I’ve been thinking too. We . . . we pretty much dealt with our shit separately at first, right? Damian and the League. You and your powers. Me with . . . you know.” Billy pursed his lips. “But then we got to tell each other in the end. Except her.”
“How do you think she’ll react?”
“Mad. Really mad. She probably won’t talk to us for days.” Billy laughed a little.
Jon pictured it in his head: Mari would be devastated. Confused. Angry. Expectedly, there’d be a rush of emotions involved. Knowing her, she would probably accept the truth in the end, but the journey to that point wouldn’t be pretty. But he found comfort in the fact that they could confide in her someday.
“You know how the heroes have civilian aides? Like Dad has Mom and Uncle Bruce has Alfred?” Jon raked his fingers through his hair. “I kind of want Mari to be like that for us. I know we can’t force her but—but—”
“But she’d be qualified to help us. She’s that smart,” Billy continued.
He nodded. “I just thought that maybe if she’s one of us, we won’t need to worry about hiding and keeping secrets.”
“I get that. Do you see us telling her anytime soon though?”
Jon’s shoulders sagged. “No.”
#maribat fanfic#dc x mlb#mlb x dc#maribat#maribat fic#billy batson and marinette#jon kent and marinette dupain cheng#damian wayne and marinette dupain cheng
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Do you have any angst recs? I'm in the mood for a good cry today.
oh ho ho sweet anon, i am always in the mood for a good cry. this turned into a little bit of a gayrickgrimes and iamthecomet appreciation post but their angst is top tier. facts are facts.
please heed the authors' tags before reading ♡
safe in my arms you will lay (‘cause every dog has its day) / gayrickgrimes / dew x everyone
* hurt/comfort
It had probably been half a day since Dewdrop last left his room— door locked, curtains drawn, rotting in his bed. He didn’t know what brought it on, the depressive episode. He never did know. It didn’t matter anyway, what did matter was that he couldn’t even muster the energy to move, not a single muscle. In a body that was so usually buzzing with energy, itching to move, there was nothing. No more spark.
The Coming of My Ruin / iamthecomet / dew x swiss
* hurt/comfort
Dewdrop just wants to go for a nice walk in the woods. The weather has other plans.
He shoves his hand into the snow in an attempt to speed up the process of dying. He brings a handful of it close to his face. He looks at the crystalline structure of each snowflake. It sort of makes sense that something this pretty is going to be the literal death of him. He has only ever wrought destruction to beautiful things—it’s fitting that they would get their payback eventually.
It would tear me apart, it would haunt me forever (so much you'd never get to know) / littlemoon-beam / dew x swiss
* hurt/comfort
Dew has a hard time
i know the end / gayrickgrimes / aether x dew
* hurt NO comfort
“I don’t know. Goodbye, Aether.”
“Bye, Dew.”
you broke your promise / hypnoneghoul / aether x dew
* chapter 1 - major character death
* chapter 2 - regular old hurt/comfort 😅😅
Aether broke his promise. He said he'd never leave.
Or.
Alternate, angsty version (even two) of my work "Don't ever leave me".
First chapter is heavy angst, hurt no comfort, the second includes comfort.
Born Under a Troubled Sign / iamthecomet / aether x dew x mountain
* hurt/comfort, hopeful ending (this one is maybe my favorite angst i've ever read and i have 1500+ bookmarks alone on ao3 so you do the math. it gave me an actual stomach ache but boy oh boy did it hurt so good.)
Dewdrop goes from water to fire.
It goes about as well as can be expected.
#i hope you like them!!#my fic recs#the band ghost fic rec#the band ghost fanfiction#nameless ghouls#papa emeritus iv#aether ghoul#dewdrop ghoul#swiss army ghoul#mountain ghoul#nameless ghouls fanfiction#the band ghost#liss answers
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Comfort in His Arms
Summary - Part 19 in the Comfort series
Pairing - Dean Winchester x Reader, Reader x Sam (platonic), Reader x Bobby (father-figure)
Warnings - none
Series Masterlist | Masterlist
A/N - G’day guys, I just wanna start by thanking you for all the likes, reblogs and follows since my last post, I really appreciate it. I hope you like this one too. And remember my inbox is always open for requests or even if you just wanna chat. Until next week, enjoy!
Back in the apartment, Dean is met with Suzy holding a stack of books on purity and abstinence.
“There you are, I thought I’d scared you off.”
“Never. Just had to take a call.”
“Everything okay?”
“Uh, yeah…” His eyes drift back to the DVDs sitting on the cabinet. “Actually, not really…Carmelita.”
Her gaze follows his and her eyes go wide in shock. “So, you've seen my...work. Listen, I don't blame you if you want to be assigned a new counsellor. I-I get it.”
“No. No, no. Are you- are you kidding me? I mean, you're- you're a freaking legend.”
“No! I-I am -- I'm not that girl anymore. I moved here. I changed my name. That girl was- was horrible.”
“Listen, uh, Suzy, I've seen a lot of awful things, the stuff of nightmares, okay? But you- you're the good dreams. And nobody in Hartford knows?”
“Yeah, what am I supposed to say? Oh, yeah, hey, I used to be a porn star. Let's pray?”
“Well... They do not appreciate you. I mean... the things you can do- the scene with the tacos. My g-let’s just say that was a fun one to reenact…”
“Yeah.”
“Made me want to join a mariachi band just to be near you.”
“Well, you are now.”
“I am, aren't I?”
“You're not like... the other guys in town, are you? You're kind of a... a bad boy.” She moves in close wrapping her arms around his neck.
“I don't know. Why don't you ask me that in Spanish?”
“Eres un Chico malo?”
“Sí.” She closes the gap between their lips, pulling him close.
He pulls her head in and hungrily kisses her back. After a moment he pulls back suddenly, “Shit! Shit! I can’t do this! Shit! I’m sorry.”
“Sorry, you just got reborn today and I’m already ruining you. Look, this was a mistake. You should go.”
“Yeah, yeah. Sorry.” He quickly leaves the apartment and walks down the street as it starts to rain. He pulls out his phone and calls Y/N’s number. It goes straight to voice mail, he tries multiple times and leaves a number of apologetic texts begging her to call him. He walks for a few more minutes before his phone starts to ring. He answers quickly not caring to check the ID.
“Y/N? Baby! I’m so sorry! I-”
“Dean?”
“Sammy! Hey.”
“You gotta come to Peoria.”
“What’s going on? I’m working a case with Bobby. Anyway, what are you doing in Peoria, you’re supposed to be at the Bunker with Y/N.”
“I know. I promise to explain everything. You just gotta get here.”
“Bobby has the car, I’m on my way to the library to meet him. You can explain while I walk.”
“It’s about Y/N, Dean. She’s gone.”
“Gone? What do you mean gone? She went to Peoria? Alone?”
“Not exactly. Listen, Bobby and I had a plan. You work a case with him while I work one with Y/N. So, we came to Peoria. But we had a fight and she left.”
“You had a fight?” Dean arrived at the library and leans against the Impala as he sends a quick text to Bobby to meet him outside ASAP. “Have you tracked her phone? The car?”
“That’s the thing, her phone and the car are still here. I think something took her when she went outside. I was inside and then there was a bright blue flash in the car park and when I got outside she was gone.”
“You let something take my girl?!”
“I didn’t let it, Dean. She’s a hunter too, I thought she’d be okay.”
“A hunter who’s in recovery from surgery and who wasn’t thinking straight. I hope you’re damn proud of yourself.”
“She’s not just yours, Dean. I love her too. Look, I’m not the villain here. Just get here and help me find her.”
Dean hangs up and gets in the car as Bobby hands him the keys. Bobby gets in the passenger seat as Dean speeds off.
“Drop me at the motel. Jody and I got this one. You and Sam get our girl back. Let me know if I can do anything to help.”
“Blue light, Sam said there was a blue light. Same as our survivor here. Could it be the same thing? How can it be in two places at once.”
“Nearest I can tell we’re dealing with Vesta, Roman Goddess of the Hearth. She needs virgin sacrifices. Unless they went and got reborn today, she doesn’t fit the profile.”
Dean pulls into the motel parking lot and pulls out his phone in desperation. He texts Sam asking if they went to church today. “He said they didn’t visit any churches.”
“So, it’s something else. Jody and I’ll gank this God and then meet you boys in Peoria,” Bobby says as he gets out of the car. Before he shuts the door he says, “She’s a fighter, Dean, she’s gonna be alright. She has to be.”
As Bobby steps back, Dean takes off towards the highway at full speed.
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It’s the early hours of the morning when Dean pulls into the motel where Sam’s waiting for him. He jumps out of the car and bangs on the door. “Sammy!”
Sam opens the door quickly and then sits back down at the table in front of his laptop and mess of paperwork.
“We gotta find her, Sam. I swear to you if we don’t-”
“I know. I want to find her just as bad.”
Dean snatches the files and reads over them as he sits at the end of what was Y/N’s bed. That’s when he noticed all her bag sitting beside him untouched. He opens it and rifles through her stuff finding her knife and gun at the bottom. He twirls the knife in his hands admiring the etching of their initials. “She’s out there alone and unarmed, Sam. We gotta find her. I can’t lose her. Not like this. I can’t.”
“I know. We’re gonna find her. Just help me research.”
Dean pulls Y/N’s laptop on top of his lap and starts to research with Sam. When the sun’s starting to rise Sam says, “I'm pretty sure of it now. We're hunting a Djinn.”
“A freaking genie took my girl? You mean she’s in some abandoned warehouse somewhere being drained of her blood.”
“At least we can find her now. There’s an old abandoned factory on the outskirts of town. She’s gotta be there.”
Dean slams the laptop shut and tucks Y/N’s knife and gun into his jacket before standing up and rushing outside and into the car. Sam follows.
As Dean speeds off Sam says, “I wonder what she wished for?”
“Once I would’ve said I knew. But now, I don’t know. And I don’t know if she’ll fight to come back. When I got caught that time I fought hard to come back. I couldn’t blame her if she couldn’t find a reason to fight it. To want to come back to me.”
“She loves you, Dean. Pretty much unconditionally. She’ll fight for you. We’re gonna get her back.”
It’s not long before Dean’s pulling a park in front of an old dilapidated factory. They practically jump out of the car, quickly gathering weapons from the boot before making their way inside cautiously. They split up and search the rooms down the opposite ends of the hall. After searching five rooms and coming up empty, panic starts to settle in. Dean can’t stop his heart from pounding. The thought of losing her drives him to keep going. Searching room after room, tearing them apart. As Dean enters a dirty and crusty store room a bloodcurdling scream echoes through the halls. It’s a sound that breaks his heart and sends him into a fury – he’d know that scream anywhere. He sprints down the hall in the direction of the sound, Sam meeting him at the door. Dean pulls out his gun and takes the safety off as Sam opens the door in front of him.
As soon as they enter, you start to run over to them. But your muscles are weak and you only make it a few steps before you trip. “Dean? Sam?” Dean catches you before you hit the cold cement.
“We’re here, Sweetheart. I’m here. You’re safe.” Dean engulfs you in his arms carefully. He takes in your pale skin and sunken eyes – the telltale signs of blood loss. He picks you up bridal-style and begins to carry you towards the door. As Sam opens the door you’re met with the ugly tattooed face of the man you’d met the night before. You burrow your face into Dean’s shoulder as Sam reaches out and stabs the djinn in the heart. You start to cry and Dean pulls you tighter to his chest.
“It’s over. You’re safe. I got you.” He keeps whispering reassurances to you as he carries you out to the car. He climbs into the backseat with you and continues to hold you close. After a few minutes Sam returns, having searched the room for any of the other victims. He takes the keys and drives back into town to the local hospital. Where the boys would muscle their way through this, Dean insists on getting you checked out, especially after the pregnancy.
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A few hours later you’re sitting in the motel bed in Dean’s arms. You’re feeling much better after getting some blood, fluids and painkillers pumped into your system.
“So what was it like? What’d you wish for?”
“Like you don’t know.”
“After what I said to you last night I really don’t.”
“That hurt, I won’t lie, and we’ve got a lot to talk about but I still love you, Dean. I just hope you didn’t mean what you said.”
“I meant some of it. I meant what I said about you making me feel safe and happy. I meant it when I said I should tell you how much I love you more often. And honestly, I have felt lost since...But the rest…the rest I regret with everything I have.”
“We had a little boy, Sammy Jr., he looked just like a miniature you and he loved Scooby Doo as much as you do. And I was pregnant with a little girl. And we were happy. Married even. The whole nine yards.”
“But?”
“We were too happy. We didn’t fight. And we didn’t hunt…”
“Still not seeing an issue. I thought that was your dream. Get out, start a family-”
“Sam and Bobby died helping us get out of the life. I wanna get out Dean, but not at their expense.”
He nods and hugs you tighter to his chest. “So, how’d you escape?”
“I drowned myself in the lovely bath fake you drew for me.”
“Too bad this divey old place doesn’t have a tub. When we get home, I’ll draw you a bath and we can enjoy it together without drowning. But for now, why don’t you take a nap? I promise I’ll be here when you wake up and we’ll talk more then.”
You nod and snuggle into his embrace as he kisses the top of your head.
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#dean winchester x reader#dean x you#dean winchester#supernatural#spn#dean winchester fanfiction#dean winchester imagine#dean winchester fic#dean winchester fluff
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The Opening Credits Pt.1 Jimbriel
Okay so as I'm sitting down to take a crack at ciphering the angelic language on the show, I've come tot the conclusion that I have so many clues and other things I found, that it's time for me to start slowly dropping these out because boy oh boy have I been collecting clues and theories like a dragon hoards golds. I've also added another member to this blog who will be posting theories and clues as well.
That being said, welcome to the Sequence of Opening Credits Post Part 1, or the I sat down and played the opening credits at .25 speed and took screen grabs of everything weird I found. (Which, brief disclaimer, my eyes are not perfect and I'm bound to miss things, even my glasses don't 100% correct my vision. There's bound to be things I miss and if you happen to find them feel free to add in your finds!)
Today I'm starting off with Jim/Gabriel. Since it was said recently in a panel he's in every scene of the opening, and I knew that cause I've found him...at least I think I found all his appearances... I'm going to start this series of posts off by sharing them with you.
Right off the bat, we have him in the scene directly after Crowley lights a match in a cave.
He's there, nice and clear and noticeable. Keep that in mind because I think that's the most openly we see him in the opening credits.
The next scene after the goats his the graveyard scene. He's already a little trickier to find.
And for those who don't see him in that picture, here's a closer look.
Next seen they enter the mausoleum and you see Gabriel as they decline
(I'm realizing now that if I use too many images there might be a parts 1.1 lol) Any ways after hiding behind that tombstone shaped similarly to (but not quite) the one that says 'Here lies the former shell of Beelzebub) we see him (or at least me, I'll be honest I don't see him when they're walking over the lake of fire) Is in London??? Getting bombed.
Now is you don't see him here that's okay, I told you it gets harder.
He's standing here in this window, even more interesting to me, once the plane drops the bomb that explodes into rabbits...
He's hiding his head in the box lol.
Moving on, I ALMOST didn't see him in the next scene (walking through West End) because I shit you not, he's tucked away in a little nook.)
He is actually hidden (paint me like one of your French girls style) IN THE FRONT of the scene. Makes me wonder if that's where he might be when they cross the lake of fire.
Moving on. Next time we seem him is in space, while Crowley and Aziraphale are doing an interesting little 'swapping sides dance.' Our mans is clinging for dear life lol
In the next scene is where I get confused. Crowley and Aziraphale are sitting on the roof aaaaand...
Jimbriel is standing above 'Give Me Coffee or Give Me Death?' Why not about the bookshop??
In his next appearance....he actually has wings? Which is sus to me again but what isn't sus about this show lol. Jimbriel is in an elevator, riding down as the line of people making their slow death march pass.
Using all my will power to acknowledge the blatantly weird things in this screen grab alone, I move on.
In this one, I will momentarily ignore our boys kissing in the opera box and instead show you, Jimbriel. ALSO in an opera box.
Now I'm not sure Jim is in the direct next scene cause no one is, but there is a falling apart? statue of Gabriel in front of Mount Zion.
Aaaaand finally we have him walking along with everyone else, preparing to seal his fate. I won't do a close up of this one because he's right there.
And that concludes The Opening Credits Pt.1. I would say something more, make a little theory or something, but I don't think there's much to say on Jim giving someone (whose name currently escapes me) said in an interview Jim is in every scene. So anyways. Here's this for you to hold as reference, or just look at, or ignore cause I'm not sure myself how important it is. (Yay me for fitting this all in one post!)
Anyways I'm going to get started on cracking this Angelic language. Stay tuned for more Opening Credits posts because believe me. I have more.
#good omens#good omens 2#ineffable husbands#crowley#aziraphale#good omens season 2#good omens 2 spoilers#neil gaiman#archangel gabriel#good omens jim#good omens meta
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The Reinstatement
Dedicated to @cassowariess and @thesoftboiledegg. Loving you guys muchly for the inspiration <33
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Adult Swim woke up with a start this morning, sweat dripping down its face. Just another nightmare, it told itself, shaking its head as it stood up. Ever since they had cut off Justin Roiland from their work, they had been fearing every waking moment.
But it did not know that today was unlike any other.
The Redditors, ever since they heard the news about Justin, have been in outrage towards Adult Swim. They post and tweet daily in his defence, but their cries go unheard by the company's cruel, cold professionalism. Until now.
Today, a line of Dude-Bro Brothers stood in front of the Adult Swim headquarters. They held up picket signs and chanted together. "We want Justin!" One of the signs read. "Release the Roiland Cut!" They all chanted in a voice-cracking register. But alas, their pleas went unheard. Even as they sobbed to Get Schwifty playing in the background, they were cruelly disregarded at every turn. Even as they performed the Rick Dance from the season 1 finale, they were shunned by the cruel heel of Adult Swim's boots. It looked into the eyes of a child holding up a Solar Opposites sign with "never again" plastered over the face of Korvo, and spat on the ground.
Justin sat across the street, watching the whole thing play out. He was drinking a Bailey's coffee in his oversized sweatshirt. He hated being seen in public like this. Even when he had ordered his usual, the man behind the counter frowned at him.
"It will be okay," he reassured reassuringly. "They have to take you back eventually!"
"I-I don't think th-that I even w-want that," Justin stammered, awkwardly playing with his mug. "Maybe they're better off w-without m-me..." he mumbled, tearing up as he walked to his usual seat at a booth near the window.
When he saw the picket line today, he could scarcely believe his eyes. He wiped away tears, because there was no way, no chance that it would do anything. And these good Redditors people were wasting their time.
It was then when an electronic car came speeding around the corner, pulling into the centre of the picket line and blasting "Rick and Morty" by Soulja Boy on the speakers. The entire crowd cheered. Out of the car stepped out none other than Elon Musk.
He pulled out a bluetooth megaphone and stood on top of his car. "ADULT SWIM!!!!" he yelled. "YOU NEED TO REINSTATE JUSTIN ROILAND IMMEDIATELY! I COMMAND YOU!"
The Redditors all start chanting "Justice for Justin! Justice for Justin!" over and over. Justin can just hear the chanting from the coffee shop he drinks at across the street and he comes running out in a huff. They cheer his arrived, Elon letting him stand on top of the car with him. They hold hands as the chanting continues until finally, out the door walks a figure dressed in black and hunched over.
It's Dan Harmon, with his face covered in tears. He's booed as he steps out onto the street among the picketers and he looks up at Justin and Elon on the car.
Justin jumps off the car, landing in front of dAn Harmon elegantly, facing the man finally.
Suddenly, Dan falls to his knees, broken and sobbing messily.
Justin's heart pangs, but he stares down coldly to hide his feelings.
"PLEASE!" Dan cries out, "Please! Come back! The show has never been the same without you in it!" he lowers his head. "I miss you on set. I'm so sorry for what I did and I need you to stand by me as we fix this - together!"
Justin sighs, kneeling to level with the level that Dan is at. He shakes hius head.
Dan looks at him widely eyed. "W-what do you say? Like old times?"
"Oh, Dan," Justin begins, warmly, "I just wanted to hear you say the word."
His co-creator grins brightly. "S-so you'll come back? And you forgive me?"
"In my heart, I've never left." But then Justin thinks. "But if you're looking for my forgiveness, then I can't. Not ever."
Dan wails, curling up into an inconsolable ball and sobbing into the sidewalk.
Justin stands triumphantly, returning to stand on top of the car with Elon. All the Redditors look at him, awaiting his words and hushing each other.
"I'M BACK BABEYYYYY!" he screams in elation and joy. "REGULAR RICKKK!!!!! WUBBA LUBBA DUB DUB SZECHUAN SAUCEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!"
The crowd erupts in cheer and everyone claps.
Adult Swim's anger causes an earthquake which shakes the entire building, making it collapse and leaving the voice boxes of Ian Cardoni and Harry Belden completely ruined, irreparably. . The Redditors are left unharmed, and they celebrate with tears and mensa tests.
He is back. The king on his throne.
Elon grabs Justin's hand, taking the voice actor by surprise. They look into each other's eyes.
"I knew you could do it," the muskrat whispers, between only the two of them.
Justin released a breath he didn't know he was holding. "I didn't know you knew that," he explained.
"Well, good to know that one of us knows things," Elon quipped.
And the two kiss on top of the tesla in the shadow of the Adult Swim headquarter rubble, their tongues battling for dominance.
#satire#justin roiland anti#justin roiland#dan harmon#adult swim#ian cardoni#harry belden#rick and morty#rick n morty#r&m#rnm#ram#rick sanchez#rick c 137#rick c137#rick#the author has some regrets
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With all these best of 2023 posts, I wanted to ask you what your favourite qls of 2023 that you watched solely on Tumblr were.
@kayatoasted, you're gonna make me share numbers, which I hate doing because . . .
As of today, I watched 107 QLs this year, and that's not counting BL movies, Our Skyy as separate entities, rewatches, the ones I am going to binge before the end of the year, or THE WARP EFFECT, which was perfect! Only 14 of those QLs are not complete and will go into the next year.
I watched everything including Crazy Rich Handsome with its ridiculous dubbing and even more ridiculous plot, and Hit Bite Love, which was one of my favorites this year and has a solid rating of 6 on MDL.
If I didn't watch a show, it was because I knew it was not for me before it even aired:
The Wedding Plan is Mame, so that was a no from me. People hated on one of the leads constantly while it was airing, yet now seem to like him, but it's still a no from me.
Stay With Me is Chinese, so that was also an instant no from me. But I noticed the color coding from my dash, so good for that show.
Absolute Zero looked sad, so that was another instant no from me. It even had the love-of-my-life Sine in it, and it was still a no.
Colorful Melody should have been my thing because color was in the title, but it had a boy with a guitar, and I've had enough singing from these BLs this year, so that canceled out several BLs like Beyond the Star and Boyband. I was trying to not watch Sing My Crush, but I had time to spare.
I had no intentions of watching House of Stars or Pit Babe once I found out their actual plots, but they had color coding, and that's what the mute, speed, and no caption buttons are for. I ended up liking House of Stars very much though for its long con.
And all the others I didn't watch looked very disappointing for even those who watched them. So, yeah, I show up for the girls, the goths, and the gays, and I mean that.
I'm here to support queer rights, and oh-so-many fucking queer wrongs.
And, sometimes, both simultaneously.
#I watch a lot of queer stuff#my number is high#yet I'm still selective#I don't normally watch form my dash#I'm actually quiet about a lot of shows#it's true to me as a person#can't live in hussyville with a high number count and be loud about every single thing#gotta be loud about most stuff#so then people think that's it#then hide the real number#less judgement that way
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Highway
Relationship: Natasha Romanoff x Wanda Maximoff
Warnings: Sex, obscenity, Swearing, vaginal sex, lesbian sex
Rating: +18
Word count: 5.8k
Summary: Natasha has just one goal, to get to the next adventure, but what if along the way she finds something more interesting?
N/A: Fanfic written by me in Portuguese Posted on Wattpad and translated into English.
Pov. Natasha
I consider myself a free woman, without ties, without fear or baggage. Just living in the moment.
I've never been one to anchor myself in one place, throwing myself into adventures, with my faithful companion, a black Harley-Davidson Iron with a lot of personality.
Thinking about it, it is understood that I love the wind hitting my face and ruffling my hair. The sensation of practically flying along the highways.
It was the end of summer and I was on another one of my trips, in the afternoon there was a nice breeze playing with the hair on the back of my neck below the helmet. I took a highway in the northeast of the country. I had already passed through New York and was in New Jersey and intended to arrive in Philadelphia today. I was going to meet some old friends from college.
I had just entered a small town to get gas when I felt the bike lose speed.
�� No, no... please, no! – I murmured as soon as my friend choked until she stopped. - Crap! – I got out of the vehicle huffing loudly.
Why did this have to happen at that end of the world?
I kicked the exhaust in great anger, this had happened a few weeks ago and I was sure the belt had broken again.
I took a deep breath to avoid making a mistake and looked around, it was a normal suburban street – where the shopping was limited to stores on one side and sidewalks on the other –, the kind you saw in old movies.
I took off my helmet, shaking my head so my hair came loose and fell to my waist.
I walked to the sidewalk and entered a store called Stark Tecnologia, which was clearly the place that was most different from the other establishments.
- Good afternoon! – I greeted the man with a clean beard and playboy glasses.
— Oh, hello! – He smiled at me, and I just left my mouth forming a thin line. Men are so predictable!
I had already gotten used to people's longing looks, which weren't always welcome.
- You are not from here! – He continued with a mischievous smile playing on his lips. – By the way, I'm Tony, I'm at your command. – He extended his hand, I took off my glove and took it firmly.
—Natasha! And yes, I'm not from here, my bike broke down, I need to know where I can find somewhere to buy a new belt and continue my journey.
— Ah, you've come to the right place, we have the best workshop on the market. – He explained as he left the store. – You won’t leave a kidney there and they won’t even charge you more because you’re a woman!
When I realized it, I was already following the man to his truck.
— Hey, Rodhes, Banner, let's help this cutie get to the Maximoff brothers. – He called the two boys who were talking outside a snack bar on the other sidewalk.
They immediately stood up smiling.
I was instructed to stay on the street as it was work for “men”, while one of them removed a kind of ramp and put my motorcycle on the back, I rolled my eyes at that bunch of imbecile hillbillies.
The guy Tony closed the back and came around the car opening the door for me. He dreamed that I would go into the cabin with him.
— I'll be fine here. – I replied, jumping close to the motorcycle, the three idiots just laughed.
— I just wanted you to be comfortable, princess. – He laughed, I just gave a strange smile, which could very well be mistaken for a grimace.
Only the owner of the truck left the other two behind, I took out my cell phone to orient myself and discovered that the name of the town was Westview, New Jersey, with just 3,892 inhabitants.
The drive was a bit long and only then did I start to worry about whether it was actually a good idea to get into a stranger's car. Suddenly he left the road and the truck skidded as we crossed the unpaved parking lot, forming a cloud of dust around us. I coughed and ran my hand over my face so I could see.
When we finally stopped and the land began to recede, I felt like I had just entered an abandoned outpost that was used as a captivity or something.
The place didn't look like much... a square building with a small store next door, old rock music playing in the open garage.
Wait, this was the best repair shop around?
Tony started honking his horn over and over, laughing.
— Do you want to sell the horn, Stark? – A young man with platinum hair came out screaming from inside the store, while Tony got out of the car.
Why are the people of this city so lively? I thought to myself, shaking my head and jumping to the ground, the sand and gravel crunching beneath my boots.
— To what do I owe the honor? – The boy asked and finally his eyes landed on me. - Well well! Who is this princess who got lost in the Disney parks? – I rolled my eyes at your cheap line. He approached me, taking my hand and bringing it to his mouth.
— This is Natália, she is having problems with her bike, so she brought it to the best.
—Natasha! – I corrected emphatically. – I just want a belt for a Harley-Davidson Iron 883. I need to get back on the road today. – I explained, while the boys took the motorcycle out of the truck.
- Oh! We have what you need, let's go in and I'll show you the brands. – He indicated the store.
— Well... This is where we say goodbye dear, I need to get back to my business, you're in good hands now. –Tony said goodbye. – Anything you need, come to my store, I’ll be happy to see your pretty face again. – He winked and I smiled without showing my teeth.
— I'll remember that, thank you! – I thanked him by waving and he left.
I entered the store door when a bell rang above my head. And surprising me, the interior of the establishment was quite spacious, organized and clean. I inhaled the smell of leather mixed with car wax.
— Here are the straps. – Pietro spread out some options on the counter. – Are you sure that’s all it is?
I opened my mouth to respond, but the doorbell indicating someone entering, along with a soft, soothing voice, seemed to caress the words.
— Pietro, who left that beauty in our parking lot? – I turned my body and found the woman walking towards us.
Wait, was that Mechanics?
She was nothing like I expected. Her brown hair was tied up in a very messy bun, with several loose strands, her green eyes were alive, and her face was perfect, without marks or blemishes. She was wearing baggy, worn jeans, a white tank top with a few grease stains all over it, and there was a small brooch with the name Wanda on it.
She was a stunning woman.
She approached us, drying her hands on some kind of tow.
— This bike belongs to Miss Natasha, she has problems with her belt, Tony brought it from the city. – She frowned.
— Did you diagnose this yourself? – She asked with surprise in her voice, arching her perfect eyebrow.
— No, I already know what I'm looking for, that happened a few weeks ago. – The speech was directed at the boy, but I intervened.
— I don't think that's the problem with your bike. – She murmured, adjusting the bun on top of her head. – Any mechanic knows this. The straps last a long time!
— I'm not a mechanic, but I know my baby and I know what she needs. – I replied dryly, not liking her tone.
— Ah, I thought it was since you're saying it with such certainty. – What was beautiful about that woman was irritating.
— Look girl, I don't have time for this argument, so give me what I want and I'll leave. – Yes, I was upset.
— Ok... – I didn’t like her cynical smile. – This is the best option, it costs a hundred dollars. – She held out one of the packages.
I looked for my card in one of my jacket pockets and handed it to the man, who looked at our exchange with some amusement.
Wanda leaned against the counter, her back to me. And I couldn't stop my eyes from falling on her.
She must be in her late twenties, around 1m68cm... Slim and slender body, with subtle curves, well-defined waist in the t-shirt. Finally, my eyes rolled to her cloth sticking out of the back pocket of her jeans, covering her...
- Lose? – Pietro's voice took me by surprise and I felt my heart start to pound with embarrassment because he had just caught me admiring the ass of the girl who turned to look at me. What the hell got into me? -His card. Was approved!
He handed me the object.
- Oh, right. Sorry... I mean, thank you! – I fumbled with the words coming out in a rush.
The mechanic from the last service had taught me how to do it, but what was papaya and sugar for him was a confusing puzzle for me.
— Are you sure you don't want help? – I heard and looked back, Wanda was leaning against the wall with her arms crossed and an eyebrow arched.
I wouldn't give her that taste.
- I am fine!
I was almost giving up, when I finally managed to fit the piece into place, the smile I opened was capable of tearing my face apart. I pressed the pedal, turning the key in the ignition, but to my great surprise and disappointment, it wouldn't start.
I kicked that piece of shit's tire many times in anger.
- Hell, hell, hell. – I muttered, still hitting the tire.
I took a deep breath and turned around. I hated having to admit I was wrong, and even more so to an insolent bastard.
— Well, I guess now you'll have to let the professional take a look, right? – Arg! I knew this was coming.
— We're going to have to call Pietro to take her inside, she's heavy! – I grunted. I couldn't believe I was actually doing this.
I opened my trunk, took out my backpack and threw it on my back.
- Allow me. – He offered, passing me and pushing the treacherous vehicle with ease. Arrogant bastard. – She's not taking good care of you, isn't she, friend? – She whispered to my bike as if she were a small child.
If I punched her in the face, would I be prosecuted?
— You can wait with my brother inside, it won't take more than a few minutes. – She gave a small smile indicating with her head.
I dragged my feet back to the establishment. The boy laughed openly, making me huff in anger.
I sat in one of the chairs, looking outside. I stamped my foot impatiently.
— My sister also likes women, you know? – Pietro broke the silence, approaching me.
- What it is? – I practically shouted, still a little disoriented, but I shook my head quickly when he raised his eyebrow. – I don't know what you're talking about. Pfffr... – I made a funny noise.
- Please? – She said ironically, rolling her eyes. – You looked at her as if she were an oasis in the desert.
— I wasn't looking... – I laughed nervously, shaking my head as I ran my fingers through my hair.
— I didn't say looking, I was more familiar with her ass! – He laughed, while I just wanted to find a hole to get in. – I'll save her effort, she's 28 years old, single and a good catch. – I instantly turned purple.
- It is not me...
- Good. — I almost died of fright when Wanda's voice interrupted my sentence mid-sentence. – As I said, the problem was not the belt, obviously, but I think we will have to make some repairs, the spark plug is destroyed, as is the injection pump. I won't be able to deliver until tomorrow afternoon. – I gritted my teeth, closing my fists.
Today was definitely not my lucky day.
OK, it wasn't the end of times, a little stop in my plans wasn't a big deal. But this was simply more damage.
— Approximately how much will all this cost me? – I crossed my arms.
— The candle isn't that much, but the pump is a big deal, and with labor everything will cost about four hundred dollars. – He spoke in a serious tone.
I ran my hands over my face, I certainly had money, it was too much for just one day.
— Can I return the belt? – She raised her eyebrow in disbelief.
- Of course! – hope was the first to die.
— So that's it... Is there somewhere at the end of the world where I can sleep and drink? – The defeat in my voice was evident.
— I'll call an app car for you, in the meantime you can fill out the form with your details. – Pietro handed me a sheet.
— And I'm going back to the workshop, tomorrow we'll call you to pick up your motorcycle. – I looked up in time to see her walking out the door, enjoying the subtle sway of her hips.
— Still not looking? – Pietro brought me back to reality.
— Oh, shut up! – He just laughed.
— Your car will arrive in 5 minutes, it's a Lexus, it will take you to your accommodation, it's a cool place in the center, you can ask Sam the driver about the bars, he knows them all. – I wasn't surprised that he knew the driver from such a small town.
- Thank you very much! – I left the store to wait for the car outside.
I felt a shiver run down my spine suddenly and I looked over my shoulder, finding Wanda standing in the garage door, her eyes fixed on...
Was she looking at my ass?
When her gaze met mine she brought her hand to her head, rubbing it carelessly before returning inside the building, I smiled slightly upon receiving my answer.
She's an arrogant being, Natasha, and you'll be out of town tomorrow afternoon. I remembered a car parked in front of me.
The inn was decent, at least there were no bed bugs or weird old place smells.
I took advantage of the moment to tell my friends that there was no possibility of meeting them today.
— Romanoff, are you sure you don’t want me to pick you up? – Rogers spoke on the other end of the line. – I can arrange a car to pick up your motorcycle, Sharon is looking forward to you arriving. She's already talked about it six hundred times. Daddy, when is Aunt Nat coming? – He imitated the thin, childish voice making me laugh.
— There's no need to worry, I'll be there tomorrow night at the latest, you can tell her, I've already found someone to fix the bike, it wasn't what I wanted at the moment, but it's what we have. – I replied wearing my favorite red jacket over my black clothes. – Now I'm going to hang up, I have a date with tequilas and a pool table.
— Are you going to beat the hillbillies, like in the old Romanoff days? – He accused, laughing.
— I'm just going to combine the useful with the pleasant. - Sum up. – Tell Peggy I want her blackberry pie for dessert tomorrow.
- I will say. – I ended the call by taking my bag, putting money, gum and cell phone outside the room.
The walk wasn't very long, the streets were deserted, even though it was early, Kennedy's Bar was the name of the place. A neon sign indicated the entrance with dark double doors.
The walk wasn't very long, the streets were deserted, even though it was early, Asgard's Bar was the name of the place. A neon sign indicated the entrance with dark double doors.
The parking lot was large and not very crowded, there was a large counter where a small group of people were drinking and laughing. A half wall separated the area where six pool tables were located.
I smiled going to the counter, sitting on one of the high stools.
— See me two buttons – I asked, the bartender nodded, immediately balancing the two in front of me. - Health! – I extended the bottle to him and he smiled.
I always drank my first beer in one gulp, so I always ordered two. I placed the empty bottle in front of me while the waiter stood with his mouth open. I just smiled and continued drinking.
—Well, well, if it isn't Miss. Outsider. – Tony appeared there and sat next to me. I smiled and continued drinking. - Can I buy you a drink?
- Feel free!
— Thor, two more beers! – Our drinks arrived and we talked, he asked a lot of questions, I wondered if he worked in social services or if he was going to sign me up for something.
— Do you like snooker? – He asked when he saw me looking at the men playing. He smiled victoriously.
— Yes, how about a bet? – I gave him the idea and he seemed to like it a lot.
I laughed happily and had already beaten up several people, and gotten enough money to fix my bike and more. After a while Pietro also appeared there and had already lost two hundred dollars to me.
— Come on, none of the rednecks are going to beat me? – I shouted, swinging the bat.
— I'll play with you! – The somewhat husky and sexy voice said behind me, making my stupid heart flutter.
I turned around and found Wanda with her eyes half closed, she was looking at me with a mix of mockery and perhaps anger? Her hair was loose and reached below her waist in a light brown color with some blonde highlights. She wore jeans with rips at the knees, a basic black t-shirt and sneakers. I think she was the only woman in the world who looked good like that, I would probably look like a beggar.
— I don't want to play with you! – I said, leaning the stick against the wall.
- Why? Are you afraid of losing? – She joked with her eyebrow arched and turning her head to the side. I snorted at his annoying manner.
- I'm not afraid of anything! – I scored by taking the bat again. – But I'll warn you, I only gamble, and now that I've beaten all these idiots, the stakes are high.
— Great, my best kind of game! – She continued with her unshakable expression, but now there was a small sadistic smile on her full lips. – If you win, I'll give you double what you won tonight.
— Wanda, are you crazy? – I heard Pietro put his hand on his sister's shoulder.
— Don't get involved Pi, you've already done a lot today! – She asked, freeing herself from his hand.
— If you win what do you want? – She shrugged her shoulders.
— If I win, we'll see!
— My bike is not in the bargain! – I emphasized.
— That didn't even cross my mind! – I smiled enormously when she extended her hand, which I gladly accepted. Her hand was soft and I felt something like a tingling running through the place where our skin touched. - Closed? – She was still holding my hand.
Wanda's eyes were beautiful, there was something in them that mesmerized me and I couldn't look away from her.
— Rum, rum... – Pietro scratched his throat. Breaking hypnosis.
- Closed! – I finally replied.
— Do you plan to play today? – He intruded again. Only then did I realize that our hands were still together. I blushed violently and tried to separate us.
After readjusting the balls on the table, I applied chalk to the tip of the cue, taking two or four deep breaths.
- You can start! – I murmured, Wanda seemed like a well of tranquility while my hands started to sweat.
She leaned over the table taking the first shot, scattering the red balls. However, in the second, she was unable to pocket any. I smiled smugly.
It was my turn, I looked around the green surface and began my movements. When I bottled the first one, I smiled big, feeling my body relax. And getting into the game head on. One after another I fit the balls, with the last shot I weakly hit the ball, which ended up not going in and I didn't reach my goal. but he scored 16 points. I walked away still smiling.
Wanda at that moment walked around the table a few times, analyzing the possibilities.
— Come on, woman, play quickly, I don't have all night. – I grumbled, and she just rolled her eyes and leaned over.
Her pitch was perfect and she managed to pot three balls at once, my jaw dropped as she continued her streak. In the blink of an eye she managed to score 26 points.
For the first time that night my confidence began to waver, we did a few practice rounds without hitting anything, until again my luck seemed to change and I sent a perfect straight, what I didn't count on was that the white ball would fall as a result.
I huffed irritably, taking off my jacket to move better, I hung it on a nearby chair.
The problem is that while I was doing this, Wanda potted Black, gaining seven more points, and hit a few more, finishing with 63 points.
My jaw dropped, I couldn't believe it. Obviously I had already lost in snooker, but not like this and with such a big difference.
The people in the bar were ecstatic, applauding and whistling.
— Girls, this was very wonderful to see, perhaps the sexiest thing. – Tony grabbed Wanda by the shoulders and kissed her hair, which she didn't like at all, as she pushed him away with an angry face.
— Ain Stark, you're disgusting!
—Wan, you were incredible! – Pietro commented, standing between us.
- And congratulations! – I admitted, smiling weakly. - It was a good game!
- Thanks! – For a moment I could have sworn she was uncomfortable with the extra attention. Since she seemed shy.
— Now you choose what you want to win, a deal is a deal! – She nodded.
— I want you to return what you received from my brother.
- Fair! – I put my hand in my pocket, handing the bills to the man.
— As you said, the stakes are high, so I want too... – she rolled her eyes around the room and then gave a kind of crooked smile that left me a little breathless.
Did I mention her smile was beautiful?
- You want...? – I encouraged it.
— I like your jacket! – He said, already taking it and putting it down.
— NOT my jacket! - I screamed. – It has sentimental value. You can have more money if you want, I can even buy you one!
Even if Wanda was great in the play, that was out of the question.
— But that's exactly what I want, and as you said: a deal is a deal.
I don't know if she was just doing it to annoy me or not, but she seemed to enjoy the situation.
She paid no attention to my protests as she walked confidently to the bar.
I sat in one of the chairs in a bad mood, ordered a beer, pouring it angrily, watching her pace back and forth with my jacket.
She laughed and drank with her acquaintances.
Suddenly, as she brought the drink bottle to her mouth, someone said something funny, making her spit out all the liquid on her clothes.
My common sense had already disappeared with God and anger was already bubbling in my blood.
She got up to go to the bathroom and I followed her angrily. She went into one of the cabins and since she couldn't do anything, I waited.
When he left, he went straight to one of the sinks to wash his hands and dry the item with a paper towel.
— You don't know how much I took care of that jacket, my father gave it to me! – I murmured, and she looked at me in the mirror with a cynical smile.
— I don't mind, I liked her, she was very well dressed. – She was already irritating me.
— Dude, what's your problem? You stand there, full of courage, thinking you are the queen of the world. – Her clear eyes narrowed and she turned to me.
— My damn problem? – She approached pointing her finger and then poked my shoulder. I took a step back as it was hurting a lot, and that's when I noticed our small height difference. – My problem now is you , you arrive here in my city, cursing God and the world thinks you are... I only have one thing to tell you, you are not all that! – She was so close and touching me, my heart was already beating uncontrollably, it was almost shameful the way it was beating.
I moistened my lips and finally his attention turned to my mouth, which dried, I tried to swallow compulsively.
My face was so close to hers and I wanted so much to end that small distance.
Her mouth slowly approached mine, my eyes closed and my mouth hung open in anticipation, but to my great surprise, she didn't kiss me.
She brushed my hair away from my neck and slowly placed her lips there. My body shuddered. Her lips moved slowly to my neck. I felt my breath stop, only then did I realize that I had stopped breathing.
Breathe, Natasha, breathe, don't stop breathing. I was trying to order myself.
Her soft lips trailed down my neck, making me gasp, but I remained still, fighting myself not to respond to her. But with that she just walked away from me without saying anything else.
She left me there practically a puddle of goo under my feet. Rapid breathing and racing heart. I heard the door slam and that brought reality home.
What the fuck did she do to me?
I huffed even more irritated, left the bathroom. That night she had already given it to me, so I paid the bill and headed towards the inn. What started very well ended in a way I never imagined.
I lost one of the last gifts my father gave me and I was still seduced by that cunning fox. I was angry with myself and my lack of control.
Arriving at the inn, the guy at reception tried to say something, but I didn't mind listening. I just wanted to sleep and be there tomorrow, so I could escape this end of the world.
I went up the stairs and when I reached the hallway I noticed the figure leaning against my bedroom door. She had her head down and her foot resting on the wall.
- What do you want? – I barked at her.
- You owe me something! – She replied, moving away from the wall.
— Damn, I must... — Before I could say anything else.
She smiled and, to my complete surprise, wrapped her arms around my neck, which sent my heart racing into fourth gear. Not happy about it, she made her mouth reach my ear.
— I need the kiss back... – she whispered hoarsely.
— Er... I... we...
That's right, he stutters like a retard . I took a deep breath, seeking concentration. But she nibbled my earlobe and that was too much for me.
My hands went to her hair and I pulled hard, making her look at me.
— You shouldn't do that Maximoff. – I said in a low and hoarse voice, now it was her turn to get goosebumps.
- No? – She murmured. Her eyes were dark and her breathing was uneven.
— No. – I replied, going towards her mouth, but when I got very close I avoided it, just like she had done to me. I bit her chin.
Making her gasp. I smiled, realizing he could move it too. I went up a little to the corner of her mouth, gave her a few kisses there, she turned her face towards my mouth, but I avoided it, and attacked her neck, the same way she had done to me.
With that she pressed me against the wall, pressing her body against mine, which made me even more excited.
— You're an idiot, Romanoff. – She murmured in a hoarse voice. The swear words along with my last name were interesting and I liked it. It was extremely sexy when she said that. My mouth went up to her ear.
— I told you not to provoke me, Maximoff. – I murmured, nibbling his ear.
She kind of moaned my name, making me very wet.
Heavens! This woman would be my undoing.
She brushed her lips against mine, but this time I couldn't resist. Our mouths kind of collided, our tongues intertwined, the heat became greater and greater, her hands left trails of fire wherever they went. I felt her body tremble again, when my hands went under her t-shirt.
- Would you like to come inside? – I gasped almost out of breath when his mouth went down to my neck again.
— What happened to arrogant Natasha Romanoff who doesn't like hillbillies? – She threw it back, while moving away a little.
— When the country bumpkin in question drives you crazy with just a simple touch or whisper... Nothing fairer than making an exception. Do not you think? – That's what I managed to mutter, before her mouth found mine again.
God, I was lost.
I spent a long time trying to find the key to the door and be able to open it, Wanda didn't let me go for a second, we went in and I knocked on it with my foot.
The kiss became more urgent and she pressed me against the wall near the door making me stick to her even more.
- You are so Beautiful. – She touched my face. – Your eyes are beautiful – and I closed them and she kissed each one of them. – You are completely perfect. – She palmed my face and ran her thumb over my mouth. Making me shiver. I smiled at her. She gave me a peck. – Those lips of yours...
She kissed me again and it was a tender and calm kiss and then it became more urgent, she sucked my lower lip making me moan slightly, she stood up and caught me making me scream, my heart was racing my mind was very aware of the striking presence and sexy of her.
Her kisses were now thirsty, she began to take me to bed.
She pushed me hard, I smiled smugly as she started playing with the sides of my shirt. Between one kiss and another, she took off my blouse and highlighted the front clasp of my bra and leaned closer to my fervent body.
I moaned once more into his mouth, his left hand went to my thigh. While her right hand went to my chest making me gasp.
— Uaaaan... – she caressed my chest with her fingertips while her left hand passed between my thigh and hip.
With the sound of clothes being removed soon after, his hands were on top of me, brushing and knowing every inch of new skin that was revealed to him. My pants slid down to my hips.
– My God, woman, I’m not Jewish! – I said breathlessly, and ended up earning a loud moan from her when I reversed our positions, trapping her beneath me.
I put my hands on the jacket , removing it from her body, immediately placing the blouse over her head, which, to my surprise, was not wearing a bra.
I struggled with my belt and pants zipper, practically growling in frustration. I snorted when the idiot laughed and had to help me with them. It wasn't my fault, I was too horny to deal with this shit.
My fingers gently touched her nipples. I placed my hands on them, their skin was scalding hot. My gaze traveled over her body very slowly, noticing the beauty of every detail, her perfect breasts, her flat belly without being torn, she was wearing extremely sexy black panties.
My hands followed my gaze, caressing every part of her, her skin covered in goosebumps and her low moans showed me how much she was enjoying my touch, completely surrendered.
I lay down on top of her, caressing her face, kissing her chin. A smile of complicity was exchanged and I kissed her, my tongue tasted every bit of her breast, she lost air as my mouth sucked her breasts more intensely, each moan of hers made me more anxious.
My hands reached her panties and she seemed totally surrendered to the moment, our breaths seemed labored because they were so choppy. Very slowly I took off her panties, caressing her legs as she slid the piece over them.
- Beautiful! – She said when she saw her completely naked.
I slowly kissed her again, kissed her neck, bit, sucked and moved down until I reached her breasts, I sucked one of them while caressing the other and she moaned without control.
I went down to her belly and slid until I reached where I wanted most.
— You're going to say-aaaaah – She screamed when my tongue reached her most sensitive spot while my finger slowly played with her entrance.
Her wetness oozed out. I've never felt so anxious about satisfying a woman, but with her I was different, I didn't just want to make her come, I wanted her to feel good, desired, all in a loving way and not just sexual.
I squeezed her ass and pressed her clit against my tongue. Her taste was perfect, indescribable, I think it was the best taste in the world. Something sweet and that made my own pussy throb.
When she let out moans of pleasure, I began licking it, caressing her folds insistently until she writhed and trembled against me.
Wanda pulled my hair, moaning.
— God, this is so good!!!!
My only response was to caress her skin with my fingertips as my tongue continued to work quickly on her sensitive spot.
He knew it wouldn't take long for her to orgasm, judging by the arch of her spine and the heat emanating from her.
— Nat... I'll...
With one last flick of my tongue, Wanda moaned loudly. Her fingers relaxed their grip on my hair, though I wished she had gripped it tighter.
I needed more. I wanted so much more!
— Can I get my jacket back now? – The question was serious, but she laughed as if it were a joke.
— Of course not, I won fair and square! – She replied, closing her eyes as my fingers ran over the bare skin of her back.
We were silent for a while, just enjoying the moment.
God, she was so beautiful!
— I must admit, you don't look so bad when your mouth is busy! – She murmured, and turned to me smiling.
- Hey! – I pushed her shoulder while she laughed. – you are so unpleasant! – I replied, looking into her beautiful eyes. – Okay, I must admit, small towns are not so bad!
Her answering smile was just brilliant, maybe it was time for me to finally anchor myself in one place. Or should I tell someone?
THE END
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EVERMORE THE CROW 1K SPECIAL..... EXPOSING MY PAST.................
ages ago when i was younger i had to write this letter talking about times i got injured for school work and it was so bad i went through it with a friend of mine and because i thought i wouldnt hit 1k before the end of the year saying id post it if i did.
AND NOW IVE DONE IT
so heres my letter :(
Dear sir, I chose to write about a dangerous situation I've been in but I found it so difficult to pinpoint one situation.I am such an impulsive and spontaneous person and I rarely think before I act .Therefore instead of just one dangerous situation I have composed. Before i start i would like to issue a warning under no circumstances should a person attempt to recreate any action in this list for it is ill advised and i don't want to go to court again
Kind regards -------
Okay so let's start out small ,i mean like when i was small really small i couldn't walk, but oh boy i could climb and unfortunately for the better of my own health climb I did,climb out of my cot and i know because gravity people who drop out of things tend to have this annoying habit of hitting the floor.Lets just say my mum put PE mats on my bedroom floor after that.
Next…uhhhhh incident???
Oooh it's another escaping story maan maybe i should change my name to houdini or something,anyway this was a little later like i was able to walk (uh oh) i reckon i was good a walking, a little too good, my mum looked away from my pram for a second a second too long when she looked back i was gone, everyone in the park was looking for me and after 10 minutes of looking my mum saw me walk out the playground, i left and went to the playground.We went home after that.
Time for the third story
I was two years old and was running buckwild in Greenwich Park and having a fun time, in fact I was having such a fun time I didn't hear my mum shout “LOOK OUT”.
I had a comically large bump on my head got concussed and had to go to hospital,
Not for too long though the very next day i got sent home for using a IV as a skateboard
Just a heads up befor the next story alot of these storys will be me being stupid and endeing up in hospital so if you have idiotphopia or are scared it would be advised to leave now or buy todays sponsor raycon earbuds.
Anyway next accident
When i was five I was in bed as a five year old should be when I had a genius revelation
Hmmm i I dont wanna use my legs to get out of bed so why not roll out instead….i did roll out of bed,right onto a plastic dinosaur and cut my eyelid, there was blood all over my face.But hey at least i got to meet an old friend of mine.The hospital waiting room.
So yeah you can probably see how i'm quite an accident prone person but i never really did anything that bad.SO WHO WANTS TO HEAR ABOUT THE TIME I JUMPED OFF MY SCOOTER WHILE GOING SUPER FAST ON IT DOWN A HILL? I was seven and i was at our local park blythe hill and my seven year old brain wanted nothing more than to go down that hill at record speeds on my scooter,and i'm not talking about one of those fancy stunt scooters no i'm talking about a kids micro scooter, you know , the one where you would always put elastic bands on it, any way I was about halfway down the hill when i decided I was going too fast on it and i could get hurt and since id never had an injury before i wanted to prevent that so what did i do?
I jumped of the scooter
I was a smart kid.
I jumped off my scooter and pretty much removed all the skin on that side of my body and too make matters worse it got infected and i had to take antibiotics for 4 weeks. Fun times
As you can probably see i might be a bit reckless and might be a bit bad at planning ahead
Which leads me to our next story, this ones a bit different you see this time
I didn't actually get hurt. I was at a friend's house and that friend's house had a garden with a tree,a tree and a garage which was placed close to the tree, and I, being a master climber since birth, scaled the tree with ease. But that wasn't enough for me no I wanted to climb the garage.So i went across the tree to the branche nearest the garage ,and climbed on top of the garage,the lovely,brick garage.my friends dad came out and saw me on top of the garage simply chilling and as you can probably predict he asked me to get down so instead of doing the rational thing and using the tree to et down.. I jumped of the garage onto the stone floor.I didn't go to their house for a while after that
I have another garage related story,This was in 2017 I was nine surely I was smateer by then and learned my lesson Right……Right?
Me and my siblings were playing marco polo out the front of our house (never a good sign)
And it was my turn to be blindfolded and find my siblings.I decided to run straight forward and hit the brick wall between two garages , I fractured my nose, chipped my front tooth and had to go to hospital.oops.
Now they say save the best for last and boy did i. It was 2020(oh god ) and we were celebrating my mom's birthday and all was going smoothly, well until i decided to leave our living room by jumping out the room from the sofa.it didn't go as planned.yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah i jumped off the sofa hi my head on the top of the door landed on my arm and spent 5 hours in hospital on my mums birthday.
That's all we have time for today However here are some honorable mentions
.The time i used my scooter on a tall thin brick wall (someone really ought to take that thing of me honestly)
.All the times I hit my head on bins
.And that time this year I literally without thinking put the hairdryer on my face after I used It and burnt stripes into my face
Well thats the list of the most dangerous things ive done, of course ive done more dumb things but this paper has gone on long enough and I have school in the morning so bye I guess.
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MY LIFE IS RUINED
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