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#one piece#usopp#op usopp#god usopp#sanji#op sanji#black leg sanji#sanuso#usosan#cwispihae#water 7#I swear I set out to make something cute and fluffy I just EMOTION#There's so many good feels with these two TAT <3
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Inked Desires - Part 2
Read Part 1 right here
Summary: After your one night stand with a stranger turns into a regular hookup, feelings begin to develop between you and Natasha. A night out at the bar with your friends has her begging wanting more with you.
Pairing: gp!Natasha x fem!Reader
Tags MINORS DNI: natasha has a dick, buff out this world & covered with tats and piercings, little bit of yearning and pining, mentions of alcohol, smut, blowjob, unprotected sex, breeding, begging, miscommunication
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A/N: Part 1 blew up like crazy! I never ever thought I would EVER get that many notes. Especially for, essentially, a smut piece I wasn't used to writing. After being asked a few times, I agreed to make a part 2, buuut I've been in a (bad) writing rut lately. So I wanna shout out the person who gave me so many good ideas and an actual plot to work with. Y'all can thank just her for there actually being a part 2 cause there almost wasn't one 🙏 Thanks for helping, kisses for your big brilliant brain.
Hopefully, she and y'all like it? It's a bit longer. Let me know what you think, please, and thank you thank you so much for reading 💞
That being said, there will be a part 3 😄
"Split? Like down the middle?" Kate asks with a look of shock on her face. You walk in step beside her along the concrete path on campus.
"Right down the middle," you laugh and adjust the bag on your shoulder, thinking back to just a few days ago when Natashas skillful tongue worked its magic on your body. Your cheeks heat up at the memory.
That first night you met, Natasha had given you a kiss goodbye and gave you her number before you took a very drunk Kate Bishop home. Since then you had seen the redhead multiple times over the course of the last few weeks. Neither of you seemed to be able to keep your hands off of each other. Each time you met it was for sex, and even the time she had taken you to dinner it ended with you getting fucked into her mattress again.
You knew the basics about each other, where you lived, eachothers jobs... the more you thought about it the more it upset you. The physical level the two of you were on was heavenly, but really, well, you barely knew her.
Kates voice interrupts your thoughts as you enter the English building, and you stop walking as she does.
"What was that?" You ask, looking to the smirk plastered on her face with curiosity.
"I said, speak of the devil," she chuckles and nods her head in the direction of a very tall Natasha striding your way. "See you in there," Kate says and walks into the classroom, leaving you in the hallway.
You want to drown in the sight of her, wearing dark jeans and a white t-shirt with old, dirty vans on her feet. You smile, trying not to drool at the way you can see the pops of color show from underneath her shirt or the way the sleeves seem too tight against her biceps as she grips the strap of her backpack.
"Hey there..." Natasha greets you with a smile, head pointing down as she stills before you. "Been a few days, haven't heard from you," she adds, her eyes baring into yours. You want to slap yourself for not replying to her text by the almost hurt look in her eyes.
"Well it hasn't even been a week, you miss me already?" You ask her with a little tilt of your head up at her, biting your lip as you see a blush spread across her cheeks. Her hand moves to the side of her neck, scratching at the ink awkwardly.
"No, no. Wait, I mean -" She lets out a sigh and shakes her head as you giggle at her. It was interesting, the difference in her appearance verses this nervous demeanor. "Maybe I did?" Natasha raises an eyebrow, the silver ring lifting higher.
"I might have missed you too," you shrug casually and watch as her face eases back into a smile. "I'm sorry I haven't texted, I've just been so busy with school and work." You point to the classroom next to you that Kate had entered. She follows the direction and nods.
"No worries, you're a busy lady. I actually took Mr. Furys class last year. Maybe I could take you for a coffee and give you some tips? Or maybe just um, talk?" Natasha asks, her tone quiet as she looks down to you.
You smile at the sincerity in her eyes. "I'm free after this class?" You take a step back, towards the room and match the wide smile on her lips.
"Sounds perfect," Natasha nods, and you can't ignore the way your heart speeds up in your chest. Instead of taking another step away you walk forward, leaning up on your tip toes to press a soft kiss to her cheek.
Natasha can feel the burn on her cheeks, the affect you had on her drove her wild. You lean back and smile at her flustered state, leaving her alone in the now empty hallway.
An hour and a half later, you emerge from the classroom, the butterflies in your stomach fluttering around at the sight of Natasha sitting on the floor. She had a book in her hand, closing it the moment she saw you and Kate walking towards her.
"Have you been sitting there this whole time?" You ask and tilt your head, watching the way her muscles flex as she runs a hand through her auburn hair.
"Uh, maybe?" A small blush hints on her cheeks, and she smiles at you and your friend. "I'm Natasha, by the way," she says and holds out her hand in front of Kate.
Kate chuckles at the formality, and you hit her arm, giving her a look. She shakes Natashas hand, "Kate... nice to finally meet you," She smiles back and looks next to her at you. "I'll see you tomorrow night, you should invite your friend."
You roll your eyes at Kates tease but nod and tell her you'll see her later.
"Coffee?" Natasha asks, and the ridiculous grin on her face is enough for you to agree to just about anything.
As you walk side by side, you can't help but admire her gentle personality. This woman, covered in tattoos and piercings with an intimidating gaze, was the complete opposite. She spoke to you about her schedule and that she was in school for sports medicine with a glint in her eyes.
"Like physical therapy?" You ask her curiously. You watched the way her face lit up at your interest, and she beamed down to you.
"Yeah, exactly that. If all else fails, I'll just be a personal trainer," she lets out a small chuckle, and you take the second she holds the door open for you to admire her toned body.
"How do I sign up? I need a good workout partner," you say with a flirtatious tone, brushing against her as you walk inside. You relish the blush on her cheeks and the small smirk on her lips as the smell of fresh coffee hits you.
"Didn't get a good enough workout last week?" Natasha replies.
"Oh, I had a great workout... but if I had a personal trainer, I'm sure I could get a good workout in at least a few times a week. Isn't that recommended?" You look up to her, seeing her neck redden and her eyes darken.
"I would definitely recommend that," Natasha mumbles as the two of you walk up to the counter.
As Natasha orders, you can't help but notice the change in her posture and attitude. Suddenly, she was standing straight, an impassive and series look on her face. Her tone was low as she talked to the woman at the counter. Natasha turns to you and nods for you to order. You do, and as she hands the woman her card, you smile up at her.
"Thank you for getting this for me," you say gratefully, watching her melt under your gaze. The smile was back, and her eyes came to life again. It seemed she had a soft spot for you.
"Of course, it's my treat," she says and walks you to a small table in the corner.
From there, you spend the entire rest of the evening actually talking and getting to know Natasha. As you already knew, she works out religiously, and you told her how lucky you felt that she had skipped her workout today just to sit down with you. She got her first tattoo at 18 and loved it, so she just never stopped getting them. The first piercing she got was on her eyebrow, and the same there, she just kept going.
It felt as if you were sitting in front of a whole new person than the one you met just weeks ago. The one who pile drived you into the mattress at a party and left you weak in the legs and sore the next day. Natasha was kind and sweet, funny, and surprisingly shy. Any time you made an attempt to flirt or give an innuendo, she would chuckle shyly and blush the slightest.
There were a few times you even had to squeeze your thighs as you thought back to that night. Any time her tongue would wet her lower lip or her eyes would travel to your neck. She loved your neck, you noticed. Every time you had hooked up her lips would go straight for the skin there, nipping at the few small freckles that adorned the area.
"That's a long time to be friends with someone," Natasha states as you finish telling her about yours and Kates relationship. Best friends since the fourth grade, completely inseparable.
"It's nice to have someone so close, who knows me so well. Especially since I'm an only child," you reply and watch her brow lift.
"Oh really? I have a sister, Yelena. She bugs the hell out of me, but I love her to death. She goes to the college just a couple of hours from here. Actually," Natasha looks at her phone, checking the time. "I'm supposed to meet her soon... she came home for the weekend."
You nod slowly and look around, realizing everyone had left and the two baristas were cleaning up. As the two of you stand, Natasha suddenly towering over at you, you feel a little disappointment in your chest. You were having more fun with her than you thought, and you found yourself not wanting to part.
"Hey, Kate and I are going to this bar tomorrow night. A few of our friends are getting together. Joes?" You say to her, smiling to yourself as she once again holds the door open for you.
"Yeah, I've been there a few times before," Natasha says with a grin, standing outside the coffee shop with you.
"If you want, maybe you and Yelena can meet us? You don't have to, of course, but..." You trail off.
"I will definitely be there. Text me a time?" She asks, and you nod happily. Natasha leans down, and you think for a second she's going to kiss you, but her lips land on the soft skin of your cheek. You put your hand on her arm as she does, feeling the tattooed skin burn underneath your touch.
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Joes Bar is crowded, but that's to be expected on a Saturday night near a college campus. A local alternative band plays loudly on the small stage on one side of the room, and you find yourself on the opposite side sitting at the bar. Kate is nearby talking to friends and a few strangers, but you only had one person in mind.
You glance at your phone again, seeing no notifications. With a sigh, you finish your second drink, ordering a third as you contemplated the possibility she wasn't going to show up. This is why you didn't do this type of thing. You don't hook up with hot strangers. You don't get coffee with gorgeous, sweet women. You stayed to yourself, guarded your heart, and let yourself be safe from any type of rejection or heartbreak.
But God Natasha was worth breaking your rules.
You found your way back to reality as the bartender handed you a drink and said thank you before grabbing it and removing yourself from the bar stool. As you turn, you bump into someone, almost spilling your drink on them.
"Oh shit I'm so sorry!" You apologize, shaking the liquor off your hand as you had spilled a little on yourself.
"It's okay, I was just trying to squeeze in next to you," the woman says, and in your tipsy state, you raise an eyebrow. She seemed about your age, dirty blonde hair, and a familiar grin on her lips. You definitely hadn't seen her in here before.
"I was just getting up, actually. You can have my seat. Is that an accent I hear?" You ask curiously, moving out of the way so she could take your place.
"Yeah, I still have a bit of an accent, I was born in Russia. Lived there for a while," she says and nods. She then orders two drinks before turning back to you.
"Wow, you're a long way from there. You go to school here?" You ask her and sip your drink, feeling Kate stand behind you.
"No, but my sister does, though," the blonde smiles and grabs the two bottles of beer from the bartender. She looks at you and extends her arm towards Kate to hand her a bottle. You give her a confused look.
It's only then you realize, as an inked hand reaches over you to take the beer, that it's not Kate standing there, but Natasha. You turn instantly and look up, a habit your neck was quickly getting used to doing.
"Well, well, look who showed up," you say and take your bottom lip between your teeth. Natasha smiles at your words, noticing the way you take in her appearance.
If it was possible, Natasha looked hotter than ever. She wore a black t shirt underneath a leather jacket. Her flaming hair was behind her in a braid with a few loose strands framing her face.
"I see you've met my sister, Yelena," Natasha chuckles and nods in the direction of the blonde woman.
"Nice to meet you, Y/N. Natty here hasn't been able to shut up abou-" Yelena is cut off by Natasha flicking the bottle cap at her face, a stern expression on the older woman's face.
You smile at the siblings' banter, watching Yelena laugh and shrug innocently. Whether it be the alcohol flowing in your bloodstream or the way Natasha looked at you, you slide your hand into hers. She tenses at first, not used to the public display of affection from you, but quickly relaxes as you intertwine your fingers with hers.
"Come on, come meet everyone," you say and tug on her hand in the direction of Kate.
You find them huddled around a pool table, watching as Kate lines up the pool tip to the cue ball with one eye closed. Carol stands leaning against her own stick, shaking her head and putting out the cigarette she smokes into the ashtray on the edge of the table.
"Anyday, Bishop..." Carol groans, earning a laugh from the group.
"Seriously, how long are you going to take?" Peter chimes in.
Kate ignores them and continues to stare intensely at the 8 ball. Her arm begins to pull back to take the shot, but as Yelena comes into focus on the opposite side of the table, Kate is finally distracted by the beautiful blonde. The cue ball misses her target completely, rolling across the table and sinking into the pocket.
"Scratch!" Carol cheers and high fives Monica. Kate looked up at Yelena, her lips parted as if she was going to speak, but no words came out. Carol then steps up to the table and sinks the 8 ball, ending the game with a dramatic bow.
You smile at the group, raising an eyebrow at the silent state of your best friend. "Guys, this is Natasha and her sister Yelena," you say, receiving waves and friendly greetings from everyone. You introduce them to the Romanoffs a little more before they rack up for another game.
"You any good?" Carol nods to Natasha, who gives a humble shrug.
"I'm decent," she replies with a smirk on her face as she brings the bottle to her lips. Carol hands the pool stick over before going to get drinks for the group.
"Hope you're good, Romanoff. We still haven't beat Y/N," Peter says begrudgingly. You only hum in response as Kate hands you her stick, positioning yourself across the table.
"Is that so?" Natasha watches with playful eyes as you skillfully break, the balls rolling in different directions along the table and a few of them sinking into the pockets.
When you lean up, you smile and reach your hand up to pat her cheek. "Good thing you didn't bet anything," you chuckle.
After a few back and forth turns, Carol returns with shots, to which you all cheer and take at the same time. The alcohol was definitely settling its way into your system now, and you were hot to the touch each time Natasha had to lean down to take her shot. Between the focused look on her face and the way the pool stick slid between her fingers, it was enough for you to want her right there.
You step forward next to her, looking at the direction of the shot she was trying to take. "That's a tough one, baby," you say to her, the term of endearment catching Natasha off guard.
Her body visibly tenses as she looks to you with a visceral reaction and swallows hard. You feign an innocent smile, taking a mental note to call her that again just to see her reaction. Natasha misses the shot and curses under her breath.
"That's not fair," she says and shakes her head as she stands tall. The red head removes her jacket, finding that the room was getting hotter.
You shrug and easily pocket two more balls on your turn. When you look to Kate to make a comment about the shot, you realize she's strayed from the group, chatting up Yelena. With your friends being in their own worlds at the moment, you decide to have a little fun with Natasha.
"You're not so bad, you know. The others have a hard time keeping up with me," you smile as she leans down, and your hand rests on her back, rubbing over her shirt.
"Y/n," Natasha mumbles, the blush on her cheeks evident she enjoyed your touch.
"Yes, Nat?" You pur, watching the muscles flex understand the fabric. Knowing you had this type of effect on her gave you a sense of power that only made you hungry for more. Your hand slithers underneath the bottom of her shirt, nails scratching at her back. She misses. You smile.
"You're a cheater, you know that?" Natasha says in a playful tone, her body naturally leaning towards you.
Your hands rest on her stomach, "I don't know what you're talking about." You lean up and plant a soft kiss on her lips, smirking as she leans down and melts against your mouth. "I'm just having fun," you whisper.
At that, you step away from her, crossing over to the opposite side of the table. You lean down more than you need to, and you don't miss the way Natashas eyes dart back and forth from your breasts to your neck. She finishes another bottle, and you can tell you've stressed her out by the way her hand grips the glass.
You continue to do the same thing for the remainder of the game, teasing her with every shot she took and making sure to bend in front of her any chance you could. It came down to the 8 ball, and you had to admit, you were dragging the game on longer than you needed to.
"Last one," you sigh and put your hand on the back of her neck as she leans down. Your fingers squeeze gently as she clears her throat, trying to ignore the shivers that run down her spine every time you touch her. You lean down with her, your lips brushing against her ear. "Good luck, baby," you whisper and kiss her cheek.
Her neck gets red at your words, and her grip on the stick only tightens. You think it'll snap in half with how hard she holds it. Natasha quickly shoots and misses, causing you to raise an eyebrow with just how quick she took the shot. Instead of stepping back, she continues to stand pressed against the table. "All yours," she mumbles and holds her hand out to the table, shifting uncomfortably as she stands.
You line up the shot and sink the black ball easily, looking up at her with a wide smile. She only gives you a small smile back with a nod. "Aren't you going to give me a victory kiss?" You ask as you step back to her.
Natasha hesitates for a moment but finally turns to face you. Your hands move up to wrap around her neck, your body pressing against her front as she leans in. Before your lips can touch your eyes, widen the slightest. You now realize the reason for the sudden uncomfortable physical shift she had taken when you felt her bulge pressing hard against you.
"Oh... was I teasing you too much?" You ask with a smirk on your lips. She rolls her eyes and moves to pull away, but you don't let her. "What was it?" You ask her.
"What was what?" She replies, her hands moving to your waist. You press your body further into her and relish the hiss that leaves her mouth.
You search her eyes, thinking to the moment her demeanor had changed. Suddenly, there was that power-hungry feeling again when you realized the reasoning. The fact that you could get her hot and bothered by a simple word leaving your lips, by your voice alone, and the thought of you driving someone like her mad. Natasha was weak in the knees for you, and she struggled internally with the way you made her feel. She wasn't used to it.
"Why don't you let me help you take care of your little problem... baby, " you whisper to her, feeling her shoulders tense above you. "Come on." You slide back and take her hand in yours, leading her away from the pool table and towards the bathroom.
As soon as both of you are inside and you lock the door, the two of you are on top of each other just like the first night you met her. Natasha kisses you feverishly, like she'd never been kissed before, with your back hard against the door. You welcomed her tongue into your mouth, moaning as the two halves wrap around your own.
With one hand, you hold onto the front of her shirt, gripping tightly, with the other you slide it in between your bodies, letting yourself grope the hard bulge in her jeans. Natasha lets a hint of a whimper leave her lips, one you hadn't heard since the first time with her, and you smirk into the kiss.
"What's the matter, baby? Do you need some help?" You ask innocently, lips ghosting hers. She breathes heavily and nods as your hands move to undo her belt.
"Sweetheart... please," she says, and you decide in that moment that you need her to say that again. Just the idea that this strong, formidable woman could so easily melt in your presence made you thrilled.
Her hands rest on either side above your head, pressed flat against the door as you slide her pants down. You can see the precum dampening a spot on her underwear, and you feel yourself get wet at the sight of it. She needed you, bad.
"Please, what?" You ask, your hand moves to grab her through her boxers, and you stroke her length through the thin fabric.
"Fu-fuck," she barely breathes out, eyes searching yours. Natasha hadn't begged a day in her life, but she would happily beg for you. She was at the point right now that she was willing to get down on her knees and beg for you. You made her desperate.
"Please touch me, please. You feel how hard I am for you? Just -" You squeezing a little harder makes her gasp before continuing. "I need you to touch me. Please, sweetheart... please, " she begs. You smile at her words, enjoying the way her body melts at your touch and the way she begs for you.
At her words you slide down her boxers, and her cock twitches at the feeling of finally being released. She lets out a sigh of relief as your delicate fingers wrap around her. "Is this what you wanted?" You hum, beginning to move your hand up and down. Natasha nods, chest beginning to rise and fall rapidly at your movements.
When you stop, she looks at you with a disoriented look, eyebrows lifting as she watches you drop to your knees. You take her cock in your hand, letting your other rest on her thick, toned thigh. From here you can see her happy trail peaking from underneath her shirt, making your panties wetter. The way she looks down at you with a breathless expression and parted lips makes you want to live your life on your knees for her. Your lips kiss along the side of her length, teasing slowly with your tongue licking up it. Natasha groans with pleasure at the feeling and her hips instinctively buck towards you.
You give in, not wanting to tease her anymore tonight, and take her cock into your mouth. The moan that leaves her mouth is outright sinful, and her fist hits the door with a thud as you begin to bob your head. Your cheeks hollow out when you begin moving faster, taking as much of her as you could. When the tip hits the back of your throat your eyes sting, tears threatening to leave your ducts. Natasha pants heavily above you, savoring the moment of you on your knees for her, sucking her off.
"Look at you, such a pretty girl with my cock in your mouth- fuck," Natasha speaks low to you, her eyes dark as she watches her cock disappear against your lips. Your fingers on her thigh dig in, your nails digging into her skin to leave crescent shaped marks, at her words. "All night you've been teasing me... this is the only way to shut you up, isn't it?" She says and you moan against her, the vibrations sending her close to the edge.
Her breathing gets heavier and you can tell she's about to cum, but before she can you quickly remove your mouth, your saliva coating her as you release with a pop. You stand, not ignoring the frustrated look on her face.
"Baby, I think you're confused," you say, your hands moving to the top of your dress. "You're not in charge right now," You let out a small laugh and pull down on the fabric, letting your breasts spill out. Natashas face reddens in response, and she immediately moves to kiss your chest. You can feel the marks she leaves as her lips trail across your breasts, her skillful tongue pleasuring your sensitive nipples.
Natashas' large hands move to the bottom of your dress as her kisses begin to litter up your neck. You let her move the material above and over your hips, but stop her as she reaches your panties. "I wanna hear you," you mumble out. She lets out a huff and pulls away from your neck.
"Y/n... please." Natasha says. You only continue to look at her with innocent eyes. The fact that she would beg for you - is begging for you, made you feel instant gratification.
"Please, pretty girl? Please let me make you feel good. I want to fuck you, want to make you feel good so bad..." She begs, and you let her slide your panties down your legs. Natasha slides her tip between your closed thighs, her cock now being coated from the wetness that spread between your legs.
She slips in between your folds, waiting for your words. Her fingers dig into your hips. "You drive me so fucking insane," Natasha whispers as her head ducks to your neck again. "I could cum from just looking at you. Just hearing you say my name. You know how much control you have over me?" Her hips continue rocking against you, your thighs squeezing her hard cock. She begins to pant again, her neck red and hot to the touch as you wrap your arms around it, interlocking your fingers behind her head.
"Please," Natasha whimpers, and the sound is enough to make you moan. You needed to feel her inside you immediately, hear more of those moans leave her lips.
"Show me how bad you want me, how insane I make you feel," you finally say and lean forward to bite her lower lip. She wastes no time lifting you up, helping you wrap your legs around her hips. Your back presses against the door again and with one hand she guides her cock inside of your warm velvet walls, easily ,with how wet you were for her.
Natasha begins to thrust up into you, a feeling you had become accustomed to these past few weeks, although you weren't sure you'd ever get used to her size. She groans against your chest, nipping at the skin. The small bathroom fills with the sounds of her pounding into you, both of you moaning practically in sync with every thrust.
"So good, pretty girl, feel so good wrapped around my cock. I love fucking this pretty pussy," she breathes heavy against your skin as she speaks. You hold on tightly to her, only breathless moans escape your lips in response.
Suddenly, from the outside, someone bangs on the door, Natasha doesn't halt her descent on you. "Can you hurry the fuck up in there?" A stranger yells from the other side. Your eyes widen, a little bit of adrenaline rushing into your chest as she continues fucking into you.
Natasha smiles, now at your flustered state. "Occupied," is all she replies before her thrust picks up the pace. "You better keep quiet, sweetheart. You don't want everyone to know how much of a slut you are for me, letting me fuck you in the bathroom."
You squeeze your eyes closed as she fucks herself into you, trying your best to keep quiet. Each thrust was now hitting that special spot inside of you and drawing you closer to an orgasm. The feeling of her muscles flexing around you only intensified that feeling.
"Fuck I-I can't I'm-" Natasha stutters out as she groans into your neck, feeling your hot cunt tighten around her cock.
"Me too, Nat," you moan along with her, and your legs squeeze around her waist. "Let go, baby... wanna feel you fill me up." You watch her face twist in pleasure at your words, and the fact that it was enough to make her cum only added to your ego in the moment. Natasha grunts against your skin as she does just what you say, filling you up completely.
The sensation alone is enough to make you follow right behind her, the burn in your lower stomach blazing as you scream out her name.
"That's it, sweetheart, that's it... such a good girl for me," she coos as you fall apart in her arms, kissing your face as you breathe heavily. Your head falls against her shoulder, face panting in the crook of her neck as she holds you tightly, letting you come down off your high.
After a few moments she pulls out slowly, and you can feel the mixture of both your arousal dripping down your thighs. Natasha carries you to the sink, letting you rest on the hard surface while she pulls her pants back up and you fix the top of your dress.
"Hi," she says with a smile. You giggle, remembering she said the same thing afterward on the first night at her party.
"Hi," is all you reply, grabbing her shirt in your hand and pulling her closer to kiss you again.
****
"They have eight legs and eight eyes. How are they not scary?" Peter drunkenly speaks to Monica, who sits next to him with an amused look.
After your time in the bathroom with Natasha, the two of you had rejoined the group, and over the course of two hours, you had become increasingly wasted with the rest of your friends. As Yelena joined in on the topic of spiders, you feel Natasha rest her head back against your front.
She sat slouched back in one of the chairs that scattered near the table while you stood behind her, hands stroking her neck and massaging her shoulders. You can't help but smile down at her.
"You're so cute," you giggle and watch her brow raise. Your finger traces the dark lines on her neck.
"Anything but cute," Natasha groans, with a playful smirk on her face. "Why do you say that?"
"You're different than you look, you know? Why are you so nervous around me?" Your words slur, and she chuckles at your drunken state with a shrug, looking at the beer bottle she held in her hand.
"Must be the alcohol?" She says. You shake your head and poke her nose.
"You were drinking when I first met you, and you weren't like this," you point out and watch her swallow. You decide to move in front of her, settling yourself between her muscled thighs. As you stand in front of her, she sits up straighter, the two of you now practically the same height.
You take her hand in yours, playing with her fingers. She smiles a little as she looks at your intertwined hands.
"Maybe I was drinking that night to get enough courage to talk to you... and maybe I- maybe I'm drinking tonight to get enough courage to say I want more with you. More than... the hookups," she says and finally looks back up at you. Your heart races in your chest at her words, panic written on your face as you freeze in front of her.
That was exactly what you wanted. More of her, more of this beautiful person who was even more beautiful inside. To get to know what makes her really tick, what makes her happy, how her day was, how she likes her coffee. She wanted more, too, so why were you not speaking out loud?
"What?" Is all that comes out of your mouth.
Natashas face falls completely, misinterpreting your flustered state for a sign of rejection. She had hoped this wouldn't happen. Part of her wondered if this had just been a hook up, but the other part of her desperately hoped it wasn't.
Before the words could leave your parted lips, Kate calls over to you, taking the attention of both you and Natasha.
"Y/N, you ready to go? You can stay if you want, I'm gonna take Pete home, though," she nods to the direction of where he sat drunk rambling to Yelena.
"No, not -"
"Actually, Yelena and I have a lot to do tomorrow. We should head out too," Natasha interrupts you and stands, her hand moving to your lower back as you stare up at her with a pout.
"Are you sure?" You ask her, your hand reaching out to her side. She tenses under your grasp.
"Yeah, I'll text you later," She smiles at you, but it doesn't quite reach her eyes this time.
You nod anyways and smile back, leaning up to kiss her lips softly. "Thank you for tonight.. Hopefully, we can do it again soon?"
And while you were talking about hanging out with her, Natasha assumes you were talking about her fucking you.
"Yeah, soon," she lets out a breath and grabs her jacket, not taking a second look back at you as her and Yelena exit the bar.
***
A smile fills your face as your head hits the pillow, the soft comforter pulled over you as you lie on your warm bed and mull over tonights events. You wondered why Natasha had left in such a hurry before you could say anything, but you decided not to think too hard on it. She probably did have to go. It was early in the morning by the time you left, and besides, you would hear from her later.
Every morning, she texted you a quick and sweet text, telling you to have a good day.
Your chest swelled at the thought of it, how sweet it was that such a small, simple thing could brighten your entire day. What you assumed would happen tomorrow is that the two of you would talk about wanting more and how desperately you agreed with her about it.
But when the late morning came and the sunshine streamed through the windows, no text came with it.
#natasha romanoff#natasha x fem!reader#natasha x reader#natasha x you#natasha romanoff x reader#gp!Natasha x reader#marvel#marvel one shot#part 2
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more ken hcs, some sfw & some nsfw. (most for female bodied readers)
sfw -
• ken loves listening to you speak. especially after a long day? he just wants you to calm him down by telling him how your day has been & what you did.
• acts of service bf all the way.
• he’ll see you struggling to open something & politely remove it from your hands just to hand it back opened with a light grin on his face.. he loves being helpful to you sm.
• even when you’re with family, he never stops to ask if anyone needs help. he’s gonna occupy himself with work one way or another.
• he loves brushing your hair after showers, before you go out, or even before you style it. he thinks it’s so cute :(
• always has an arm around you or on your thigh, no matter what.
• learns how to remove makeup bc you fall asleep with yours on sometimes..
• def the type of bf to stand in front of you if you’re arguing with someone. like he’ll let you talk as much shit as you want.. from BEHIND him. whole time he’s staring down whoever you’re arguing with.
• takes so many pictures of you. he doesn’t care what you’re doing at all, anything & everything you do is picture-worthy in his eyes. his whole camera roll is made up of you, random pictures of nature he takes, & more you..
• he once told you that you look like a cigarettes after sex song & you bawled your eyes out.
• constantly cancels plans with others to make time for you.. his friends hate him for it but, who cares?!
• quiet in public, chaotic behind closed doors..
• you tell him you like a certain snack or drink once & the next day the fridge/pantry is stocked with it, no doubt.
• gets a kitten because he gets lonely when you’re away he thought it’d make you happy..
• keeps plenty of polaroids of you in his wallet, car, phone case.
• buys anything that reminds himself of you when he’s out running errands & such.
• has abt 3 or more tats of your name idc.
• stops mid video game to text you back.
• puts his hand in your back pocket.
• let’s you do his makeup when you’re bored.
• genuinely asks you to paint his nails, even offers to pay for yours so you can match.
nsfw -
• he’s sosososo gentle with you.
• fav position is missionary bc he adores your pretty face sm.
• ken is AMAZING with his hands..
• you can’t count on two hands how many times he’s made you cum with just his fingers. he knows exactly how to make you feel good.
• i personally think ken sits at a nice 7 inches. like on the dot. not huge or anything. perfectly thick nd everything. he knows how to fucken USE IT. he’s constantly asking how much more you can take..
• bruises your hips & thighs..
• leaves handprints all over you.
• loves loves loves to cum on your belly or your tiddies. he can’t count how many pics he has of you completely fucked out with a load on either body part. he uses them frequently.
• he makes noise, but not too much. most of the time he’s just trying to talk you through your orgasms.
• “i know angel, i know..”
• “doing so good baby, you look so fucken beautiful like this”
• “so deep inside you, i don’t even wanna pull out..”
• chokes you when he feels really really good & forgets his morals just a little bit :3
• bites your neck nd lets blood spill from the wound bc he thinks the shade is beautiful on you.. eventually he’ll lick it up.
• watches it go in n out.. loves to feel the bulge in your tummy.
• when you give him head, he’s always moving your hair out of your face so he can look into your eyes, just for him to push your head down & watch them roll back when you choke.
• when he’s had a long bad day, he gets mean sometimes & makes you beg him to make you feel good.. nd if he doesn’t think you did good enough, he’ll make you watch him jerk off :((((
• won’t even let you get near him either, bc you “don’t deserve to touch him”
• loves to quiet your moans with sloppy wet kisses.
• let’s you sit on his dick & fall asleep while he’s gaming :3
• TIDDIE SUCKERRR LOL.
• sends you nut vids whenever tfk you ask with no hesitation.
the end!
#anime#manga#fanfic#fluff#headcannons#kaneki ken#kaneki x reader#tokyo ghoul#tokyo ghoul re#kaneki#x reader#kaneki smut
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The Worst is Yet to Come
I already posted about the note saying Ziggy, but tldr is that a series of misfortunes are still to come. I think Season 3 will begin jumping straight into the chaos that the end of Season 2 set up.
This whole past season was a build up to tension, a ticking time bomb as all those clocks reminded us. And in the end, yes, Carmy exploded, but everyone around him is also facing their own problems that keep getting pushed aside in order to pay attention to his. I think Season 3 will start right off with the fall out of it all.
We already know Marcus is going to have to deal with his mothers situation. Whether she's dead or is very ill, he is going to have to focus on that, and they only have 4 days until the official opening. Marcus plays a major role in so many dishes like the focaccia, cannoli, sundae, donut, and honey buns. Without him like half the menu is gone. Which might open up a window of opportunity to bring back our second favorite tatted up Chef from Copenhagen.
Unfortunately, I do think Natalie's shoulder pain is more than a passing comment. It can be sign of serious conditions such as preeclampsia, specifically HELLP Syndrome. Which is ironic, because she is always the one trying to help others, but the roles would finally be reversed and she'll be the one having to accept other people's help. HELLP is usually only treated at that point by giving birth or by going on bed rest and taking medications until it's ready to be induced, which she probably wasn't planning on doing for at least another month or two given that she's likely around 7ish months at the moment.
The Carmy and Donna reunion is not a matter of if but when. I think Natalie getting sick will be the catalyst for them coming together again. We know Carmy avoided his family after Mikey died and he still carries some guilt over that, and at this point Natalie is his only closest family member and he would not abandon her. We know Natalie still wants her mother in her life, and even though she still hasn't told her about the baby, she was planning to at Friends & Family. If she felt like there was something seriously going on, she or Pete would call her.
Richie. We saw him at his best but that doesn't mean he's fully changed overnight. After what Carmy said to him I could see him not returning for a while just to prove a point that he can be good on his own and he doesn't need Carmy's handouts. Which would put them in a tense spot at the restaurant.
Sydney, as much as she tries to communicate with Carmy, still keeps her actual feelings and frustrations with him bottled up. She jumps around hoops, just like him, to avoid saying directly what is bothering her. They still haven't discussed the mess at the end of Season 1 that was seemingly brushed under the rug when they decided to jump into the new build. I think she will find out either directly or indirectly that she is essential for Carmy keeping his cool, and that will put a lot of pressure on her. They spend so much time apologizing rather than actually trying to change things and all that has to burst out eventually.
With the chaos around him, the only thing Carmy knows how to control is the kitchen. I think we are going to see him go fully stone cold Michelin Chef because if Marcus, Richie, and Natalie are out, they're fucked.
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bts fic recommendations | 03.14.23
→ hi friends! this is a little segment i do every tuesday (reviewsday get it, aren’t i funny, pls tell me how funny i am) where i read and review two-three fics. as a content creator, i know how big of a role other creators play in your growth, therefore, i want to do my part in making sure everyone gets the recognition they deserve! so with that being said, please check out the amazing fics listed below. make sure to like, reblog, and leave feedback! ♡ #reviewsday #kikirecs
banana clip - @vvh0adie (jhs x jjk x reader | angst, fluff, smut)
summary: nature is great at putting you to sleep. but man-made objects are just as good at waking you up with annoyance. and they’re even better at messing with your senses overall. but nature also made the two most wonderful men who you get to call your boyfriends, and they know just how to comfort you.
for one, let me just say this graphic goes crazy eep!!!
also let me just say, you would write a mean fantasy fic bc the scene setting in the first segment is so good. YOU WANNA TALK ABOUT WORLD BUILDING?? YOU WANNA TALK ABOUT WORLD BUILDING???? YOU WANNA TALK ABOUT MAKING THE SETTING REFLECT THE CHARACTER??? THIS IS IT!!
also i think the representation in the fic is so fucking important like- to have the reader be queer, chubby, and neurodivergent and then depicting in detail the things that come along with it is really great!! especially bc so many young adults read fanfic and thats such a complex time where you're juggling different parts of your identity and how they coexist!! just seriously thank you for writing this!!
"His large hands make haste of grabbing as much of your ass as he possibly can and giving it a good squeeze, oil slick painted nails leaving crescent indentation on your melanated skin. The succulent pain causes a moan to escape your lips. You always knew how to break them down, but he could play too."
oof when i tell u i read this paragraph multiple fucking times bc YOU PICKED OIL SLICK NAIL HOBI I COULD DESTROY MY FUCKING ROOM RN LMAO
“Ah, fuck, it’s times like these when I remember how much of a slut you are.”
dom hobi rattles the fucking peanut in my skull bc i know for a fact that man is the kinkest dom sex freak out here PLS!!! and the mentions of kook throughout made everything incredibly hotter like uGh!! and then i really love when sweet aftercare n cleaning up is added into fanfic after a dommy moment :') <3 overall, this was the hottest shit ever pls fucking read this yall NOW I SAY NOW LMAO!!
paired & pierced - @yoon-kooks (jjk x reader | college au, smut, fluff)
summary: when your professor assigns a collaborative midterm project, you’re paired up with jeon jungkook, the quiet grumpy smartass who keeps to himself and doesn’t fuck with popular kids like you. if you can win him over, he might give you a taste of the tatted and pierced body he’s carefully tucked away beneath those oversized hoodies.
so as soon as i saw that pairing i knew i was a goner!! but babe, this fic made me discover kinks i didn't even know i had like erm?? CAWK TATTOO??? OF A SNAKE???
I HAVE A NEW FETISH LMAO!!! thats like one of the hottest visuals i've ever read in fanfic and it will plague my daydreams from here on out!
where does one find a friend like oc who hooks you up with men like JUNG HOSEOK ?? she is so real for that (one is incredibly lonely despite having friends and never gets checked on by those around her unless they need something which i feel like is so relatable to so many people like i can totally tell why so many readers were drawn to this fic)!! and tim can catch this knuckle sandwich bc FUCK HIM >:(
also the newborn joke made me audibly crack up like the bleak dry humor is fucking hilarious to me-
and i just love their dynamic? like the way you wrote their dialogue is just so natural, which seems simple on the outside but as fic writer i understand that writing believable dialogue is so INSANELY difficult like you literally have to be an a1 writer to nail it as good as you did in this fic!! the talent is screaming!! same goes for the smut!! it was so fucking hot and everything kook said had my coochie wet pls!! i just love the switch for apathetic to complete sex god uGh! i love u n this saur fucking much!!
nature cafe - @virgodolls (jjk x reader | s2l)
oh my goodness i love this so much! like when you told me you were a new writer on here i was already extremely excited, but after reading this, my excitement for your future works has doubled, TRIPLED! you are bringing something new and refreshing to the table! like don't get me wrong i looooveee smut (legit all i write is smut-) but slice of life content is kind of hard to find on this platform! so reading this was such a welcomed change and i loved it wholeheartedly!
you really have a knack for writing in the perspective of the character, which is not an easy thing to do AT ALL! ITS SO DIFFICULT! AND YOU EXECUTED IT SO FLAWLESSY HERE AND ITS ONLY YOUR FIRST FIC? PLS THE TALENT IS UNREAL!!
i also really loved this oc! as someone who is also v sensitive and easily overwhelmed, i didn't find her annoying at all, just incredibly endearing and relatable! THIS JUNGKOOK IS ALSO SUCH BOYFRIEND MATERIAL AND SO SWEET LIKE IM TRYING TO PICK HIM UP TOO UM??? anyways, thank you for sharing your writing! its definitely so scary at first but you did it and you should be v proud of yourself!! i am proud of you!!
#reviewsday#kikirecs#bts jungkook#bts hoseok#jeon jungkook#jung hoseok#bts hobi#jungkook smut#j hope#j hope x reader#jungkook x reader#hoseok smut#hoseok x reader#jungkook fanfic#hoseok fanfic#bts#bts smut#bts fanfic
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EAC 3 - November 3 - 5
What a weekend y'all....
What a travel, firstly.
I took the eurostar from Schiphol or Charles de Gaule. I had orginially planned to meet up with @sihtricfedaraaahvicius, but it was soo busy we could not move from our assigned seats.
We met once we left the train and crossed the airport in search of a bus that would bring us to the hotel, which we did not find. So instead she ordered us an uber-ish ride, which also was half an adventure.
But we got to the hotel in the end and we had a full welcome commity waiting for us.
It was so good reuniting with all the people I met in the Nowalls discord and grew close with after Dortmund. It was like coming home to so many loved ones. I also met a great many new friends and took many of them into my heart.
I received a few wonderful gifts from my friends.
After settling into the hotel, we went to the mall with a group, which was rather chaotic.
We had lunch there and I found a Thestral figurine.
Once back from the mall we hung out at the hotel for a while and I changed into my 'party' clothes; white jeans, white tank, hard rock london shirt and black thin cardigan.
I looked good, NGL.
While waiting in line for the cocktail party, I met Lucile, who is now my bestie.
We supported each other through our nerves and when I felt a litlte faint. This was mostly because I hadn't eaten or drank enough. After two glasses of cola, I was most certainly feeling more perky.
[Photo credit by Lucile]
First at our table [us being Rike, Gemma, Lucile and I and later Carlotta also] was Jacob.
Young man was carrying a cup of tea, going 'how British am I, I brought tea to a champain party.' which was too cute. I tried to guess it was fennel tea, to which he said he wished it was fennel, but it was mint.
I told him my late granddad was also named Jacob and showed off my newest tattoo. Jacob liked the tat a lot.
Second was Tim and I am still not used to that thin ear ring. It suits him, but somehow still surprises me when I see it, every time.
He asked us about halloween and I want to ask him about Fallen, but the convo did not go that way.
I am not sure of the order after this, so bear with me as I sort of wing it.
Stefanie was 'omg you have Eadith hair' right away and I was very awkward about taking the compliment on my hair, even though I am quite confident about my hair.
Eliza started about halloween, but it meandered and she ended up spotting my tattoos. My hands were admired and she was like 'Arnas is gona scream the moment he sees these' and she was not wrong...
James decided he wanted to ask us a question and he asked us what film had most influence on our lives.
I of course said Harry Potter. The Wizarding world has absolutely been formative for my passion for stories in all forms. James defo loved that answer.
Christian talked mainly with my friends, demonstrating his talent for languages. I couldn't help getting lost in those beautiful blue eyes, though.
I don't remember what Ossian talked about, I just remember that he came in for a hug right away.
Harry talked about his appearance on Nowalls' first live show, which was a good little laugh. He also remarked on how the cocktail party felt much more posh than it actually was.
Mark greeted me with 'your hair has grown' which made me feel some type of way. I mean, this man remembers enough of me to recall an approximation of my hair length.
We then talked about his moustache and how most of us really disliked it.
Last to our table was Arnas and he came in loud. I scolded him for it and he went on a whole spiel about how he still had all the gifts I had given him and how he kept it all on his nighstand and that I was too hard on him.
He took a good look at my tats and said mine looked so much better than his on the show, which is of course absolute nonsense, but I appreciate the effort.
He comlained about missing the eurostar, because he missed the boarding time. I asked himif he had checked his ticked for the boarding time, which of course he said he hadn't, like a true ADHD man.
When he made to leave, I pulled out my rings to put them back on and this absolute man holds out his hands (only later I realised the missed opportunity for me to put a ring on this guy and forever joke about him being my fiance). I go 'Excuse!?!' and he sasses me back with 'wat wil je?'
There was a group photo after that and we were ushered out to await the werewolf games.
Werewolves was an invaritable mess.
I was in a village with Mark, James, Jacob and a reasonable measure of my friends. Barely anyone had ever played the game and the GM was very basic in the story telling.
I had quite a good back and forth with James before the game got started and he was pretty down for having me GM, but I knew that would not be in the cards.
No, in the cards for me was the Witch.
We first got a round of introducing our 'characters' and then it was right off to the first night. Cupid matched my friend Angela with Mark, completely at random, but Angela suspected it was me.
The werewolves were allowed a victim right after, which happened to be me.
I resurrected myself with my potion and the day started. Mark had the bright idea of all putting their hand down and raise your hand if you are a villager. My autism needs computing time, so I was of course the last to raise my hand and I was once more set to die.
I got to spectate the rest of the game. It was quite a mess and Mark ended up either fogetting he was matched with Angela, or going into his role too deep, because he decided to off her and then he had to go too, because the lovers cannot continue the game if one of them dies.
Mark and James were the werewolves and James ended up surviving the whole game on his own and thus winning.
We had some time after that and ended up playing word chain for a good while, until we took another group photo and I rough housed with Angela and Jacob a little bit.
After the games there was a viewing of SKMD, but I was very tired, so Mary and I headed to her friend's flat.
The friend was not home that night, so we could get some fangirling in before sleep.
We got up early in the morning, because I had to be in time for the selfie lounge.
I had the selfie lounge with everyone's favourite Sihtric-fic writer. So we waited together and once admitted sat on the last chairs of the first line of chairs.
It looked like an AA meeting at first, but once the guests came in, it was more like a fashion runway. Especially Arnas enjoyed showing off.
@sihtricfedaraaahvicius and I stuck together and we even got a selfie with the both of us and Eliza and with James, which was very sweet.
I noticed that most of the guests had to be sort of directed towards us, because we sort of stayed on one side of the room. I am not the person to just accost the guests for a picture.
We got pics with all the guests, but I did not get to the plans I had. No due selfie with Arnas and no Sihtric + Sigtryggr for my friend. I'm sorry bestie.
We also both got an Eys hug, which was adorable.
Arnas was the before last to come to us. He had a good back and forth with my friend, but to me he said 'our lives are so intertwined now' and that is genuinly all I recall he said to be in the Selfie Lounge. The sentence most certainly had a running up, but I can't recall it.
My friend said, once we left the Lounge that Arnas enjoys getting a rise out of me.
Gee thanks, Guy...
After the opening ceremony, I lined up for the photo op with James.
I left it up to James to make up a pose and he decided he wanted to pretend to take a pic of me, which turned out cute as much as imaginative.
Another friend says it looks like he is using the force on me instead, which is also a fun interperation.
I felt very at ease around James, not at all nervous. He is so sweet and kind.
Secondly I had the photo op with Stefanie. We did s simple, sweet hug and I quite like the pic. Stefanie is so wonderful and sweet and I can't wait to see her again.
Hopefully next year!
And then I had Arnas' Photo OP...
I still had some nerves about him, so I came up to him a bit tense. 'Oh we're going for nervous, are we' he told me and I just could not let him tease me, so I tried to pull him over.
And he went with it, giving me some pressure in return even.
And then came my moment, the individual meeting with Arnas.
Good gods, this man.
He asked about my daughter and what her thing was now. We had a small confusion about miffy/nijntje until I indicated the bracelet I had given him in Dortmund, that is when the dime dropped.
It really warmed my heart when he asked about her.
I gave him his giftbag and we just spent the five minutes calmly going through it, along with some small talk.
He loved the Jellycat plush, proclaiming he'd take it everywhere and wanted some weed to go with the donuts I brought him. So next year we are bring him edibles.
He was also ravingly enthusiastic about the scribble-drawing Fayen made him and even took a selfie with it. I have yet to recieve it though, hoping he did not forget, Don Chaot!
Then it was time for me to get some autographs and first was Stefanie. She is just such a lovely person to talk to. She gave me a sweet hug and even asked me to sign the rose photo and Nowallsona pics I brought her.
I hope she'll return next year because I soooo wana talk to her and hug her again.
(Woman Crush Wednesday fo sho!)
I went to Eliza next and that woman is an absolute queen. She said that I attract people to me with my sweet and warm personality and that meant so much to me.
She also gave me the sweetest hug and I swear I fell in love a teensy tiny bit with the woman, because Gods she is just everyone's hype woman and I feel that on a spiritual level!
Then I went to James and he sort of got me stumped, and I don't know how, guess I was hit with his awesomeness all of a sudden.
I got a big hug and he wanted me to sign my rose photo for him and he was just so sweet and there were too many things I had wanted to ask him, but I forgot all of them, because he is just too sweet and kind.
Next I went to Timothy, who looked like he was about done with his day. I asked him if he was okay and he admitted to having had a coughing fit a few minutes before.
We talked a tiny bit and he gave me a sweet hug.
I saved Arnas for last that day and my Gods was I not disappointed by what he gave me.
I told him he would hate me for what I was going to ask of him, but he was such a good sport about it, telling me knew what this is for. He did his very best and I am actually so enamoured with his handwriting. I adore it.
He gave me a big hug as well and that was a good end of the day.
The next day I had the Marnas shoot I had purchased the day before, first.
I told Mark they had artisic liberty/liscene and they set to work right away. Mark grabbed my pendant, yelling that I was not a real Dane and Arnas jumped right in, knowing that I am indeed a mostly Norse leaning Pagan.
That was a lovely little nod to what I had told him in Dortmund, which warmed my heart as well.
Swiftly afterwards I had my OP with Mark and I asked him for a big squeeze.
And let me tell you, this man has made up for his loosey goosey hug from Dortmund ten times over. What a squeeze, I adored it!
The photographer had to tell me to lower my shoulder for some reason, but hey, the photo is defo one of my best so far. I am not at all nervous around Mark anymore, after having scolded him, haha.
I had myself a double with Arnas, because I could not choose if I wanted something sweet or something bookspo, so I got myself an extra OP.
First was the sweet one and Arnas offered me his arm and I swear I did not mean to look like I was ready to take my mans home, but here we are.
The bookspo one is the one that really got to me, though.
I asked Arnas to pretend to be angry with me, explaining it was for the book I was writing. And by the Gods did he deliver, shouting 'not this again Tessa, I told you not to do this' or something much like it, grabbing my hand firmly and making an angy Sihtric face.
In the moment it was exactly what I needed from him.
Once the photo was shot, he petered off to the side and I was so in my feels that I backhugged him, which made him chuckle and nudge me to go in a gentle way.
After lunch it was time for my Marnas polaroid, my favourite moment of the entire weekend.
I was the first to show up, so I got to be the first in line, before anyone with prio. Sometimes it pays off to be anxious early.
I got to see James get his stuff ready and watch Mark and Arnas get themselves amped up. I think they spotted me, because they started to overshout each other.
Mark won.
I sat down between them and Mark asked if I had something in mind, which I obvi did not.
So Mark goes 'I am going to look at you very affectionately.' He's set the edge. And Arnas walses his arse right over it with 'I just realised I am madly in love with you.'.
HAHAHAHAHAHIMNOTOKAY.
James had left the safety on his camera and it took him like four tries to realise this, but I was happy enough to sit between these two warm men, looking at me like I was the best thing since sliced bread.
Afterwards I got sent two pictures by about all my friends on several insta pages with two different angles from my polaroid. My favourite is on top of the post and the second one is below.
There after I went to Jacob for a signature and got a sweet hug from him as well.
I told him I'd whisk him away and adopt him. He said he would not be able to breathe in my luggage though. We had a little laugh together and he was very happy with his gifts.
Ossian was next. Got my hug in, told him I wanted to adopt him and he wrote a very sweet message in my booklet.
He is so adorable.
Later when I was in line for Harry, he came over to Nat for a goodbye hug, which warmed my heart so so so much!
Then I went to Eysteinn, telling his I smelled something about free hugs.
Eysteinn was very gentle and kind and gave me another loosey goosey hug. But I also got the feeling he wasn't fully at ease. I am not sure if that was me or the entire situation.
Next up I went to Christian.
He is such a darling. He loved his afirmation card and we had a lil back and forth about creating your own joy and that he doesn't really agree with carpe diem and is more a crea diem kind of guy.
He gave me a sweet hug and wasn't really good at me telling him he has stunning blue eyes, he made a joke about blaming his parents for it.
Thereafter I lined for up Harry.
I was a few paces behind @charming-merlin who made Harry's fanbook. It was such a well made all round piece of art and I adored Harry's reaction to it, he was so so so happy and so impressed and I have hardly ever seen a man filled with so much awe and delight. All kudo's to her.
Harry tore into my bag of gifts right away, too and I got a big hug as well.
He is such a joy to talk to and his hug was real tight.
And off I rushed to Mark.
Mark was already standing on 'my side' of the table, which was great for handing him his gift bag. He loved the Nowalls shirt and the pepernoten.
I got two hugs from Mark. One was for practise and one was for real. He was such a good sport about it and we had a brief little chat. He is genuinly a delight to be around and I just want this man to be my friend!
And last, but not least, of course I had to go to Arnas one more time.
Or ... two times, because I forgot my selfie so I had to line up again like a dumbass, but Arnas was very sweet about it.
I told him a little bit about the inspiration for my book and asked him to write something motivational for when I have writers block. He listened closely, which sort of messed up his writing, but I love it all the more because of that.
I got in a few more hugs and the selfie turned great!
I had an amazing weekend, making new friends and meeting so many lovely people. I laughed and loved so much and I fell in love a little deeper.
Thank you, friends and fabulous people for Paris!
#eac3#the last kingdom#everlasting adventure 3#nevastalgia#arnas fedaravicius#mark rowley#james northcote#stefanie martini#eliza butterworth#jacob dudman#Ossian Perret#timothy innes#christian hillborg#harry mcentire#eysteinn sigurðarson
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Hi!!! If you're still writing about Eddie Munson. Could you PRETTY PLEASE write one in which the reader is a badass and can actually fight and somehow protects Eddie? Pleeeease make it fluffy :3. ALSO I LOVE YOUR WORK! AND I'VE BEEN REREADING YOUR FANFICTIONS ABOUT EDDIE SOOOO MANY TIMES ❤️❤️
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and that means the world 🥹 do you have a favorite so far?
I hope you love this! She's a real badass for her man. I'd protect this baby so fast
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Everyone knew her name. Everyone even feared it. She was known for never backing down from a fight. always quick to strike first, always letting her anger get the best of her. But she loved deeply and hard. If she loved you, you'd get a bodyguard. You've got a guardian; she won't let anyone hurt you.
So when a bitch on the cheer squad said shit to Chrissy, the cheerleader left practice with a black eye. Chrissy had to physically yank Y/N off the poor girl before she sent her to get plastic surgery.
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Eddie was waiting outside of hellfire for his girlfriend and Chrissy. They always go out to dinner on the weekends.
"Come on, Chrissy; the bitch deserved it. She can't say shit to you and not expect me to do something." He heard his girlfriend's voice echoing down the hall.
She appeared behind him, with her leather-covered arms wrapping around him. He sighed into her warmth.
"Eddie, your girlfriend came very close to getting suspended again." Chrissy lectured as she crossed her arms. Eddie laughed.
Y/N was so close she could feel his back shake with his laugh. She kissed his back and wrapped around to his front to kiss his lips.
"She was being mean Eddie." She pouted out her lip. Chrissy rolled her eyes with a small smile. She couldn't deny she felt loved that Y/N was quick to jump to her defense so fast.
"Oh Chrissy, if my girl said she deserved it, then she did." Eddie smiled as he wrapped his arm around his girlfriend's shoulder. a proud smirk on his face.
"I wish I saw it though. I bet you looked so hot." He moaned in her ear. Chrissy fake-gagged and rolled her eyes.
"Let's go eat real food and love birds, not each other's faces." The couple laughed and followed her out.
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It was two days later when Y/N found herself in another fight. She was at the hideout, drooling over her incredibly sexy boyfriend, when a guy had the nerve to hit on her.
"I'm not interested. Fuck off." She spat as she walked away from the bar. She headed toward the curtain, waiting with a kiss on her lips for her boyfriend. Apparently the guy did not want to fuck off because he followed her over.
"Look, I have a boyfriend; he's the singer of the band that just played. I am not interested." She said it with as much venom as she could.
He backed off as Eddie walked out of the curtain. Her tiny dress went up as she wrapped her arms around him.
"Baby! You did so fucking good!" She kissed him hard. He groaned and wrapped his tatted arm around her, yanking her closer. When Eddie pulled away, he could see a guy staring at her over her shoulder. well, staring at her ass.
Eddie smirked as he trailed his hand down to grip her ass. The guy looked up, and once he saw Eddie, he backed down.
It's been a few hours of them at the bar; Eddie left to use the bathroom when the sleezy guy came back.
"He's gone now; do you want to meet in the back?" She rolled her eyes.
"Seriously dude. No is no!"
She was losing her temper but snapped the moment his hand grabbed her arm.
She turned to him fast; her first hand collided with the side of his face. He dropped her arm quickly.
"YOU BITCH!" He screamed in her face, Eddie appearing fast and standing in front of her.
"Protecting your little slut man?" He asked as he rubbed his cheek.
Eddie laughed as he grabbed his girlfriend's hand and said, "No, I'm protecting you."
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Even though she has been in many fights and arguments, she has never felt this much anger in her body.
Her eyes were burning as she watched this girl at Steve's party flirting with her boyfriend. She can see he is clearly uncomfortable looking around for her helpful eyes. Once she caught sight of his puppy eyes, she marched over. A smile filled his face, and her heart warmed.
But at the sight of the bitch touching his chest, her heart went cold.
"Back the fuck up." She sneered as she yanked the girl's hand off of him, standing directly in front of him. She could feel his breathing against her back. A small smirk reached her face at the small poke in her ass.
The girl rolled her eyes and walked off. She turned around with a peck for Eddie and headed off to the bathroom.
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When she came back, there was a circle, and "Fight! Fight!" was being changed.
She rolled her eyes and tried to search for Eddie. She was heading to the backyard when Steve grabbed her arm and said, "Come now, Eddie's hurt."
She went into autopilot, following Steve. Worry was clear on her face. "What happened?" she screamed over the music frantically.
Eddie was a soft boy; he didn't like conflict. He suffered from bullying but never fought back. He hated parties, and she feels bad that she brought him here. Steve led her to the circle, and as she pushed her way to the front, she saw Jason sitting over Eddie's body, his fist raised in the air. She ran to stop it but was too late; it collided hard with Eddie's left eye.
She screamed as loud as she could, her heart breaking at Eddie's bloodied nose, red cheek, and his left eye now puffing.
"GET OFF OF HIM!" She tackled Jason to the floor; he was caught off guard by her strength. even more caught off guard when she landed deadly punches to his face, one after another.
Eddie was still out of it. His head was pounding, his nose felt like it was smashed into pieces, and his eye was pounding. Steve was next to his head, trying to help him sit up.
"Come on, man, you got this." Eddie groaned as Steve sat him up. His eyes were blurry as he tried to take in the scene.
He could hear his girlfriend screaming at the top of her lungs. He looked over to see her on top of Jason, pounding away.
"Steve, you've got to stop her!" He pleaded. He knew his girl—she wouldn't stop until she was forced to.
Luckily, Chrissy came out of nowhere and said, "Baby, you need to let him go." She was as nice as she could be. But Y/N zoned out the world around her. focused on anger.
"ENOUGH. Y/N." She screamed this time, but Y/N didn't even flinch.
Chrissy knew if she spoke one word of Eddie's name, she'd snap out of it.
"Y/N, Eddie Needs Your Help,"
Her theory was right; her eyes snapped up to Chrissy's glossy eyes staring at her. She turned around to see Eddie was gone.
She got off Jason quickly with a kick to his ribs and said, "Leave him the fuck alone, you hear me?Don't you ever look at him or lay a finger on him."
She turned back to Chrissy, worry returning to her eyes. "Where is he?"
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She barged into Steve's bathroom. Eddie was sitting on the counter as Steve wiped his nose.
"Baby," she gasped softly. His hair was everywhere; his nose was cleaned up, but she could tell it would be bruising. His eye was shut, and his cheek had a small cut.
"I'll leave you to it." Steve said as he walked out the door, closing it behind him.
"I'm fine." Eddie chuckled. She looked like she was going to cry. Eddie sighed and opened his arms.
She dove into them, crying softly into his shoulder. She was fine with fighting, but she never liked to see Eddie hurt. Ever since she fell in love with him, she wanted to protect him more than anything.
"I'm so sorry I wasn't there to protect you." She sobbed.
Eddie felt like his heart was being tugged over and over.
"Baby, it's okay. You are always there to help me. You totally kicked his ass, from what I heard." He pulled away and kissed her head. Grabbing her bruised and bloodied knuckles.
"See." He laughed as he kissed her knuckles. Grabbing a wet towel and dabbing off the blood
"No, I wasn't there, and you got hurt." She felt like she had failed. If she just stayed there, he wouldn't be hurt.
"What happened?" she asked.
Eddie felt stupid; he doesn't know why he thought he could take Jason in a fight, but after seeing his girlfriend protect him so many times, he wanted to do the same.
"Apparently the girl that was flirting with me was Jason's date. Jason accused me of trying to steal her. I said that was stupid because, hello, my girlfriend is a total babe. Then he decided to say, "Bro, why don't we switch for the night? I hear your girl has a good mouth on her." And I lost it. You protect me all the time. You stand up for me. and I wanted to do that once for you. Apparently, I'm not as good at fighting as you are." He laughed sadly as he finished cleaning her knuckles.
She smiled at his words. She kissed his bruising cheek softly, "my own little protector. I saw he was already busted open by the time I finished him; you definitely did some damage, my pretty boy; thank you so much. I'm so proud of you." He smiled big at her words. His heart warmed at the thought of her being proud of him.
"Yeah, I kicked some ass before he got me to the floor." She laughed with him.
"Let's get you home. You deserve an award." He jumped off the counter as fast as he could. Yeah, his eye may not be able to fully open, his nose hurts like a bitch, and his cheek is bruised, but he made her proud, so it was all worth it.
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I'm embarrassingly late, but if you're still having fun with the mistletoe prompts, I'd like to request Quiet with Fives/Tup <3
Mistletoe prompts
9. Quiet
Merry Christmas my friend!!
Coruscant never sleeps, but in this moment Fives feels like it might be holding one collective breath.
The view from their window isn’t much: the blocks of flats opposite, much the same as their own, and at night the reflections of some xenon lights off the bars below and holoboards lining the adjacent throughway. Tonight, though, the foot traffic is slowing, so the ambient chatter and bubble of the city has ebbed to a murmur.
There’s a widely-celebrated natborn holiday tomorrow and many of the flats and shops and establishments have festooned themselves with appropriate decoration. Fives had sourced some colourful lights for their own place, delighted by the cheerful look of them, and Tup had insisted on having some of the glittery tat to hang about the place, too.
They don’t know much of what it’s about, but the decorations look nice, and the younglings in the opposite unit like to peer out behind their curtains to watch the lights before their bedtimes. If nothing else, it’s good for morale
Tup had assured him some time ago that he was on his way home and most definitely hadn’t gotten lost. Fives may not be totally convinced, because Coruscant is a maze of a warren and the only place he will go without a navi to hand is the local corner shop, but he trusts Tup. So, he has a timer counting down to an hour before he’ll send out a search party.
The timer only reaches twenty-nine minutes elapsed by the time Tup activates the door lock and lets himself in.
“Hey,” he calls. “I’m back.”
“In one piece,” Fives replies, already in the entrance to greet him. “I’ll admit, for a moment you had me worried—”
Tup snaps out a fist to punch him in the shoulder. “It was one time,” he bemoans. “One time!”
“The greatest indicator of a repeat offense is a first incident.”
“Those jokes weren’t funny when Echo first came up with them.”
“Ah,” Fives says, grinning as he watches Tup roll his eyes and hang up his coat, “but they aren’t wrong.”
“Of course not,” Tup agrees. He reaches into one of the many bags he’s dumped in the hall and comes up with a fist full of plant and a roll of tape. “Here, I think you’ll find this more interesting. Help me stick it to the door frame.”
“That better not take the paint off,” Fives grumbles, but he does as he’s told. (It’s almost thrilling to think about how millions of credits’ worth of kaminoan engineering is currently being used as a glorified tape dispenser. Even if it hadn’t been Tup asking, doing so would be worth it just for that.)
“Perfect,” Tup declares. He steps back and surveys his work with a satisfied smile. “Don’t you think?”
“Lovely,” Fives agrees. “What is it?”
“The seller told me it’s a Mid-Rim tradition. Two people standing under this plant have to kiss, otherwise it’s bad luck.”
Fives frowns. “And is it good luck if they do?”
Tup smiles more and steps under it, turning around and pulling Fives with him. “I don’t know, but you have to kiss me now. Who knows what’ll happen?”
Smiling with him, Fives makes a show of consideration between Tup and the plant. “I don’t know… Maybe I’m willing to make the sacrifice…”
Tup’s jaw drops in mock outrage. “Hey!”
“For science, you know? Gotta test the theory, see if it has any credibility to it.”
“Or you could just kiss me.”
Tup doesn’t usually pull it out, but he is very, oddly good at using the power of his pout to get his way. Notably, this doesn’t work on anyone except Fives and Dogma and occasionally Rex; this has yet to be pointed out to any of them, and likely never will.
Fives snorts and leans in to bump their foreheads together amiably. “Of course,” he capitulates. “We’re always better off safe than sorry.”
“Not because I’m your wonderful partner, or anything.”
“Or anything.”
Kissing Tup is and has always been the only feeling Fives could possibly call home. Not their flat, though cozy and rightfully theirs. Not Coruscant. Certainly not Kamino. Tup, and everything that he is, and the way he chooses to share every part of himself with Fives: that is home.
His lips are soft and familiar and delightful against Fives’ own. He kisses like he means to stay here forever, and Fives is willing to let him, kissing back with full intentions to keep doing this until the day he dies.
The warmth of holding Tup close, strange decorations and holidays and Mid-Rim plants aside, is the only thing Fives never ever wants to see change.
“Hm,” Tup murmurs, pulling back and murmuring against Fives’ mouth. “Here’s hoping for some good luck coming our way.”
“I think I can see some coming very soon indeed,” Fives says. He begins to walk Tup backwards, away from the door and the outside world and towards their bedroom. “Very, very soon.”
Tup cackles and forces Fives to drag him the whole way there. He yells when Fives tries to shoulder lift him and tackles him to the floor instead, thoroughly derailing Fives’ well-planned operation. But get there they do, eventually, and Tup is still laughing, so Fives knows all must be good in their tiny, quiet corner of the galaxy.
#love these darlings <3#midnight on the dot of the 25th. hoping you have a good day!#fives/tup#cloneshipping#writing tag#mistletoe prompts#and with that my inbox is empty!
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L: Me (June 16, 23) - - R: Sahar Kazes, IFBB.
Since I was a teenager, I've had 3 or 4 goals that haven't changed with the years ... One of those goals, is to ... Yep, to become a musclebro. Or a gymbro. Or whatever people call them now - - I mean, my brother used to be a personal trainer back then, and I loved seeing him getting massive, and all the good vibes and positivity he used to exude. Then, he left the fitness world because of, well... Things unrelated to what I wanna say. I tried the musclebro thing back then, but my brother never understood I was just a newbie with a lot of stuff and problems on his mind... So, everytime I went to his gym, I ended up sore for two weeks!. So, long story short... I avoided training with him like if my life depended on it! ... and ironically, didn't have a lot of motivation or self esteem to go anywhere else to workout. My cousin followed my brother steps though, and he is right now what I still want to be. A biker musclebro. We don't talk a lot, but I feel happy for him. Genuinely happy.
But, anyway... The thing is, I've kinda hated when people have told me silly things (and this is an understatement!) for talking about this goal. Not a surprise that many people assume that: Bodybuilding/Going to a gym/Getting muscled = Becoming arrogant, dumb, or an obnoxious man... Sure, some dudes who go to the gym are that way, and some like to be that way but because (according to my own theory) they already were that way! Besides, there's always SOMETHING to learn about this world: Either a new routine, or a diet, or how your muscles work, or which workout will help you with which muscle, or the chemical components of what you eat daily, how to do a correct meal prep, supplements... Even those who use roids have to learn A MASSIVE TON of stuff. I remember my brother used to train a couple dudes when they were getting ready for a competition, and, maaaaan... Tons and tons of information.
Started going approximately a year ago, and, well... My diet is not the best one... Yet. But I like the testosterone rush I feel everyday after a good workout... And I don't consider myself a brainless, dumb dude... Nor planning/thinking about going that way.
...Honestly, F those who disencourage YOU from doing what you'd love. Get your gymspiration (or whatever inspiration you need to do good things) anywhere you need it!
And, yes. Getting big, hairy (test, minox... you name it), a couple tats, a sweet bike when cash allows it... BEING HAPPY WITH THE WAY I LOOK... I mean... Why not? I love that idea. Maybe I fell in love with the action stereotype from the 80s (yep, 80s/90s kid… Former trust fund kid anyway but that's a VERY different story mwhahahahaha), and, seeing that, and my brother, made me love it until today. I still want that!. The roid thing... I'm not exactly partial to it for myself. If it makes your boat float, go for it dude! In my case... Well, MAAAAAAAAAAYBE if I were a pro bodybuilder, an IFBB one, maybe/whoknows/i'dtryit/whatever... I'm not condoning its use, though! But, my motto is never say never!
For me, well, right now, seeing those giants at my current gym is a MAJOR inspiration. Can't talk to them or befriend them because, well... Issues to make friends, can't/don't know how to... (Thanks high school, you damaged me so much my ability to make friends got ruined forever).
Anyway... Just wanted to talk a bit about it.
So, yep. Still wanna be a musclebro, bro.
PS: If anyone reads this, I'd love to read your comments! Thanks for making it this far!.
#from me#personal thoughts#men#personal things#things i think about#muscle#musclebro#flexing#bodybuilder#huge biceps#muscle bro#musclejock#Sahar Kazes#Bodybuilding
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Happy Nine Years to Critical Role!
I unfortunately didn’t start then. I have only been here for two years. I did watch Bells Hells first episode when it aired but I struggled on watching it on my small laptop. I was given the go ahead a week before their 7th anniversary that I could have the tv weekly.
I had watched Vox Machina season 1 by then and was hooked. By March 2022 I was writing fic. It brought me joy to write Vax and Gilmote fics (yes I know what happens) i spoiled myself so I could prepare myself emotionally.
Because I fell in love with these characters, the players, and Matt. Most of them are voices of my childhood. Who remembers staying up late in 2002 to watch Naruto on Toonami or 2004 to watch Full Metal Alchemist? Remember watching Yu-Gi-Oh! Saturday mornings? Watching Recess?
Not only that but characters I loved. Gaara, Roy Mustang, Lust, Tristan (first 20 episodes), and Gretchen. Matt has been practically so much I have watched or played. So yes, I loved Nerdy Voice Actors.
I’m currently watching campaign 1 slowly. Knowing my heart is going to be ripped out in the end. Yes, Vax is my fav. This past February I got a D20 tat with two small feathers, one black outline (Vax) and the other black outline filled in with blue (Vex). I am a dice goblin even before this but seeing Laura with her dice hoard. She is the dice queen.
I was lucky last September to meet some of them at RCCC. It was such a stressful day. It was my second con ever. I have adhd and anxiety. Crowds is a big problem for me and I can’t go alone. My mom was nice enough to go with me but it only afforded me one day. She was kind enough to take a day off work.
I was stressed, nervous, and scared Because 3 out of 4 were on my dream list to meet since childhood. I was able to meet Taliesin, Liam, Laura, and Travis. My four favs!!!
Taliesin was first and he was so kind. I gave him some of the d20 stickers I designed. I don’t know if he used them but it was nice of him to tell me he just got a new bottle and had to decorate it. It made me feel good even with how scared/nervous I was to talk.
Liam I was tongue tied. I was only able to say Vax is my favorite and gave him the stickers. He thanked me but he was kind.
Laura was a sweetheart l. I was also getting a signature for my friend. He paid for it and I got it while there. She was so kind. She talked to me even though I didn’t say much. The thanked me for my stickers.
Finally I got to my final autograph, Travis. I did end up getting a selfie and I regret not doing the others because that day seems like a blur because of my stress. But travis was so kind. I told him I had been a fan since FMA 2003. He told me I was an OG fan and shook my hand in thanks. I gave him my sticker pack for him.
They all were smiles and they made my stress worth it. Because when I’m having bad days I think of CR, read fic, go look at fan art or watch episodes. Because they have created these stories and characters that inspire many of is. They give us an escape in this crazy, difficult world.
So thank you to Critical Role. You have done so much for my mental health. I hope to meet all of you again! I know there is not enough words to fully say to say how thankful I am. I just wish i got into it since the beginning.
Thank you!!!!
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what do you consider to be the best metal albums of all time? or your favs!
this ask has terrorized me all morning. thank you, and i mean this from the bottom of my heart, for sending it to me so i can talk about metal.
I am going to separate this into best, as in the classics i think hold up the best/are the most complete, and then my favorites (obv there is overlap but i'll ignore it).
Top 5 "Best" Metal Albums- the records you find on retrospectives and blog lists:
Black Sabbath- Black Sabbath. Not only a historic achievement of an album (the definitive point in which metal, for sure, existed) but also, i truly belive the best Sabbath record. The opening track itself is good enough everything else could be joke covers of the beach boys and I'd still put it here (they're also very good though. GOD. the wizard slaps)
Master of Puppets- Metallica. I know. I know. It's just solid all the way through, not a bad track, incredible opener and fantastic instrumental, everyone's said it all.
South of Heaven- Slayer. Again, undeniable. The Slayer record with the most literal heft and, well the closest thing to maturity the asshats of Slayer can achieve. The speed and ferocity of Reigh In Blood is still very good but over in a blink of an eye, while Heaven gives you more to be pummeled by. different kinds of anger.
Don't Break the Oath- Mercyful Fate. One of those true, blue perfect records, while also being beautifully cheesy. Like if a campy 80s movie about naked sacrifices to Satan was... really good with gorgeous cinematography. edges out Melissa by the narrowest margins (production is more suited for their style, giving the guitars an edge and putting the vocals front and center)
Live After Death- Iron Maiden. I love Maiden so much but their albums always have one or two duds. even if they didn't, though, live after death would probably smoke them anyway- it's that good. getting to hear phantom of the opera in dickenson's voice... i like di'anno but that song deserved Theatre
I love all of these records, many of them are what got me into metal so if you are looking for a high-qualiy place to start...
But I'll put my favorites under a read more lmao
These I would consider my top ten favorite albums at this given moment:
Stained Class- Judas Priest (the best priest. to me. i got my pentagram stomach tat on her 45th anniversary <3)
Thundersteel- Riot (rock city might edge this one out but that records barely metal at all. THIS is the pinnacle if power metal- in the old school uspm speedy way. incredible vocals, ripping speed, and its good from start to end)
Rock Goddess- Rock Goddess (something about this record....standard nwobhm fair but there's a surprising variety in the songs emotional center- it's all love and sex but it encapsulates a lot more humanity than most- different kinds of passion, heartbreak, desperation. and it ROCKS)
Operation: Mindcrime- Queensryche (greatest of all time. thee concept album. nothing else to say)
Black Metal- Venom (venom, if you catch me on the right day, is probably my favorite band. i love first wave black metal- it sounds like shit, it's lost all the edge in the intervening years, and yet. and fucking yet. they threw together something special.)
Behind the Realms of Madness- Sacrilege (crusty thrashy goodness. i love everything sacrilege has done, including their doomier late career, but the energy on this is wild. beat out detente on this list so if you like them, youll like sacrilege)
Feel the Fire- Overkill (overkill, by the band overkill, is the best thrash song of all time. well. maybe not but it's fucking undeniable. this overkill has the best energy of any of their albums, even if the others are more well-known)
Darkness Decends- Dark Angel (metal that sounds like shit eats punk that sounds like shit for breakfast)
The Blueprints for Madness- Deceased... (one of my favorite old school death metal records, mostly for the strange grind touches. it could be shorter but damn.)
All Creatures Great and Eaten- Nuclear Death (stands toe-to-toe with mindcrime at the top of my list. strange and depraved in the best possible way. lori bravo is the best to ever do it)
Dommedagsnatt- Thorr's Hammer (im just so enamored with this one- def the record here I've spent the most time on. death/doom done so right)
Sagrada Tierra Del Jaguar- Yaotl Mictlan (the black metal/folk thing usually sucks bc the people making it are white pagan nazis and shit. but, globally, there's been some very cool indigenous bands who have incorporated precolonial music traditions in their black metal as a result. yaotl mictlan, a band with prehispanic themes and instrumentation, is prob my favorite of these bands, easily.)
Glory, Glory! Apathy Took Helm!- Vile Creature (idk why this made me cry but any doom/sludge capable of that deserves a spot on my favorites)
Some new bands that could grow onto this list: Smoulder, Messa, Blood Star, SONJA, Negative Plane, Dilly Dally (rip to the queens), and Melissa!
Anyway! Hopefully this ask gives you, anon, (or anyone for that matter) something new to enjoy :))
#thank you again sorry this is so much 😔#i got excited!!#you can and should listen to any of the albums btw#igottheanswer#anon#music recs
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MM Anon again ^.^
Yes, first time watching through! Though I have been seeing the gifs and pair on my dash for years now...sort of bummed I am so late to the party because this ship is everything, I can see why it is the One-Who-Started-Fandom-Shipping😆
I also just watched Never Again and am loving the back-and-forth dialoging on your dash today on it! Three things that stood out to me from the posts:
1) I really wanted her to keep the tat!
2) Did she actually sleep with Ed? Because he was on the couch in the morning so that confused me (also my romantic brain plays into the idea that they are just so married™ but my brain is weird).
3) And they had so much gold they could have continued to mine which I hope they do in the next few seasons! Get.Her.A.Desk. Or, alternative headcanon, she comes in the next day to his pathetic attempt to make amends by putting a piece of masking tape under the name on his office door and writing "Special Agent Dana Scully" on it xD
Sorry, I just have to gush to anyone who will put up with it!
AHH i'm so excited for you!! i love never again, it's such an insightful exploration of scully's character and so many deeper issues that the show rarely goes into. i know it's off of me to say that an episode written by two men feels very indicative of women's struggles but it's glenmorganjameswong so i'm allowed. they just get these characters, and they get scully, even the parts you only see when no one is around. gillian too, who had asked for a darker scully-centric.
it's like my favorite post on it says, it's about failed liberation, about the failure of feminism in a man's world; whether they intended it that way or not, it's intensely resonant to me.
1/ in my mind she still has the tattoo, there was no reason to have it removed since the traces of ergot weren't high enough to be damaging. i know we don't see it again but continuity on this show is fluid, we can think whatever we want lol.
2/ she did sleep with ed, chris carter removed the scene. some believe this was for the best, some believe it's dismissive and harmful to erase her choices and autonomy. i'm of the latter opinion, i think it's important that there was something physical and bodily and sexual about her "liberation," and the ways in which she was punished for it.
3/ GET HER A DESK! i love your headcanon, anon. there is so much underlying and bubbling up and present in never again. personally, that's what makes the ending hit so hard. that it ends in silence, a trailed off half-sentence, sitting in between the light and the dark. they're both being confronted with so much, and they are about to be confronted with more, and they can't betray how they feel out loud.
gush to me anytime, you gotta keep me updated on your journey!! always good to hear from you.
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Big Three Reading Anon
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Gemini Sun (Air): As a Gemini Sun, one could say that you’re the kind of person who can be up for a good game! The people that you surround yourself with will enjoy the playful spirit you inhabit, although, your bantering personality may need to be watched under periods of duress, as your joking may turn to more tit for tat, which may no longer be a mutual fun game between two. Your house sign may give an idea of how you initially come off to people, for example, a sun in the 8H personality may appear more hidden, and cause folks to inquire more about you, but knowing you further would be an act of intimacy. Nevertheless, there is definitely a wondrous nature about you, full of jubilance, that will follow you into your old age.
Leo Moon (Fire): As a Leo Moon, your emotions may come at you hard and fast, and it could be tempting to allow them to overwhelm you. Depending on what house your moon is situated in, it will point to the topics that are the central of your emotional being, and can have a large impact on you, positive or negative. For example, having a moon in the 8H, one may find that they may struggle (or have ease with, depending on aspects to other planets) with breaking down and understanding and processing intimacy, and intimate situations. As a Leo moon, maintaining your dignity and composure plays a strong role in what feelings you choose to act on and express, although it may be hard to completely let strong feelings settle down and be forgotten. It is important for your health to be able to understand what you are feeling and why, before you act them out, but keep in mind, it is part of your nature to express your deeper sentiments, so a healthy outlet is recommended. Your emotions/ethos are one of your defining factors that are most admirable, and many can appreciate your emotional transparency.
Sagittarius Rising (Fire): As a Sagittarius rising, you may have a chill and cool demeanor, leading many people to think of you as almost inaccessible, but a desire to be your friend or be considered cool by you. Sagittarius risings have the wonderful ability to create connections (short and long term) with many, yet you have morals and values that allow you to be goal oriented and grounded. Nevertheless, this placement allows for a person who is usually up for a distinctive experience.
These 3 placements allow for an emotionally powered, exciting, and mutable personality.
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KOOKIE I HAD THE BEST DAY TODSY WTF?!
OK FIRST I HAD MY FIRST FULL PERIOD WITH MY SOCIAL STUDIES TEACHER
OMG HE’S SO GIRLBOSS 😤😤😤😤😤 HES A FEMINIST, ANTI RACIST, ANTI SEXIST, ANTI HOMOHOBIC, ANTI MISOGYNY 🤧🤧🤧🤧 NOT TO MENTION HE HAS A PRIDE FLAG WITH ALL THE COLORS AND A BADASS SNAKE TAT 🤭🤭 🫶🏽
He’s Asian American, or half Filipino and half American. AND HE DOESNT SUGARCOAT HOW BAD AMERICA IS LIKE TWO MINUTES AFTER WE WALKED IN HE STRAIGJT UP SAID “WE STOLE THIS LAND FROM NATIVE AMERICANS AND I WILL NEVER FORGIVE AMERICA FOR THAT.” LIKE HELLO?! YES STAN!!!
He’s so SOCIALLY AWARE about cultural incompetence and appropriation!!! He appreciates black brown and Asian communities so fucking much and it’s like, yes!! FINALLY!! He also has so many Roe v Wade posters BECAUSE HE BELIEVES ABORTION IS A HUMAN FUCKING RIGHT‼️‼️‼️‼️ he talked about how rock and roll is literally from Black women, a church sister moved really fast on her guitar and BAM ROCK AND ROLL and he outright admitted that white people appropriated the heck out of it and made it a “white thing” 😨
Since he’s half Filipino, he has this fish hook (?) necklace and tattoo because it honors his leadership. And he said when people ask him “omg u have a Maui necklace” he feels bad because his culture is reduced to a cartoon character!!! And I made so many connections with him in terms of cultural disrespect. I said that it’s sort of like jasmine bc I said “when I complain that there’s no south Asian representation in media someone and their mother has to tell me ‘what about jasmine/Aladdin’ these media are never culturally accurate. Bc aladddin is literally made of Turk, Desi, and Arabic culture mixed in to one to give white people “ a taste of south Asians 😜😍” and I said that and he was like “RIGHT, ITS SO FRUSTRATING BEING REDUCED TO SOMETHING THATS NOT CULTURALLY ACCURATE.” AND I WAS LIKE?! HELLO HE’S SO AWARE ABOUT CURRENT MEDIA LIKE MY OLD HISTORY TEACHER COULD NEVER 😩
NEXT WE WERE READING THESE POEMS AND THE TOPIC KF MISOGNy and you wanna know what he told the boys?!
“All you little boys here, if you wanna be a REAL man in the future then being a REAL man is not putting down women. Women have to right to speak up and put you in your place if you’re being rude, which men have a long history of doing. If you ever disrespect a woman gouge your eyes out and be ashamed. I don’t wanna see that Andrew Tate behavior in my classroom. I also don’t thing your mothers will be happy you spend your life on sexism and misogyny, so If you don’t wanna explain your actions to your own mother, i demand you change your mentality if you haven’t already.”
LIKE HELLO?! HE KNOWS ABOUT ANDREW TATE?! I JUST KNOW HE WOULD EAT UP THAT H0E IN SECONDS
He’s my new fav teacher no questions asked.
Also my playlist KEPT PLAYING MY FAVORITE SONGS?! Like it must be that I followed you and realized that your so amazing that I got all this good karma 🥵🥵🥵
ANYWAYS ILYSM KOOTI FRUITY 😍😍😍😍🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽 HOW WAS UR DAY?!
KUMA. IM GOING TO SNEAK INTO YOUR FUCKING SOCIALS CLASS. IM ON THE WAY RN BROOO UR TEACHER SOUNDS AMAZING AGHHHH HE SOUNDS SO COOL ???? LIKE ITS SO RARE TO MEET AN ADULT LIKE THAT IN GENERAL AGH IM SO HAPPY FOR YOU IM JEALOUSSSSS 😭😭
bro just the name andrew tate makes me furious i’ve only seen a few clips of him because i genuinely cannot listen to the shit rhat comes out of his mouth 💀 so happy he got his platform taken away BUT AGHH UR TEACHER SAID NOTHING BUT FACTS. SO TRUE BRO ESPECIALLY ABORTION. ANYONE WHO THINKS ABORTION SHOULD BE ILLEGAL NEEDS TO GET TF AWAY FROM ME LIKE ABSOLUTELY NOT 🥰🥰 as he should he would be my favorite too ☝️💯
OMG YES WHATRE SOME OF UR FAVORITE SONGS I’D LOVE TO LISTEN TO THEM 🫶🫶 and yeah that was actually me i personally told ur playlist to play the bops!! 💯🥰 ur welcome!!
ILYT KUMIE WUMIE 💖💯🫶 MY DAY WAS GREAT IT WAS SI NICE AND SUNNY AND AND IM SO EXCITED CUZ SPLATOON 3 CAME OUT WHICH IVE BEEN WAITING FOR FOR OVER A YEAR. IM GONNA PLAY IT ALL DAY MWAHHAHA
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ari. i just read “a glimpse of us” and— ari.
HOW DO YOU DO IT SO EFFORTLESSLY? SO FLAWLESSLY? HOWWWWW THE EMOTIONS I FEEL AFTER READING THIS. I CANT. YOURE—you’re so good 😫 toooooo good.
your readers are always so relatable, esp to me and i love that 🥹 the way you write emotion is so raw and so achingly beautiful. i swear i’ve said this before, but i would greedily inhale anything and everything you make just because it’s you. like the way you write is pure magic to me, truly and wholly. it speaks to me. your words are so captivating and i simply love the pure thought of you. <3 thanks for all that you do, thanks for pouring your love into everything. i feel it 🤍 and it’s returned!!!! i see u. n i love u! so much!!!
OKAY. THE PART W IZUKU AND READER??? IT WAS SO SAD OMGGGG IZUKU IS SO DEVASTATING AT TIMES 😭 like he says he always sees kachan in u…. 💔💔 WHY DID HE SHATTER OUR HEART. LIKE THAT. and that’s so izuku— like he says things that hurt but he doesn’t do it on purpose, he’s an honest being to his core he can’t help it!!! and like you capture that so well!!!! AND HE CRIED AS SOON AS HE SAW READER. he cried from being called midoriya instead. i—he’s so cute i love heem. he is dangerous yes yes. ur so so right 😵💫😵💫😵💫 u write him so GOOD i’m side eyeing 👀 horikoshi RN
AND ARI???? THE WAY YOU MADE ME A FULL ON KATSUKI LOVER??? I ALR LIKE HIM BUT THIS FIC MADE ME LOVE HIM SO MUCH MORE LIKE???? IM AN IZU GIRL BUT NOW IM A KATSUKI GIRL TOO. the constant “sweetheart” oh. OH. and the teasing and just him as a whole in this story😍 hi katsukiiii *twirls hair* LOL he would be so annoyed. i wanna ruffle his feathers i wanna bite his cheeks with affection i wanna kiss all over his face i wanna bother him so much i shall never leave him alone NEVER. he will never know of peace again. when he was sucking izu off but making out w reader at the same time… i kid you not… i almost blacked out from the image i conjured in my head. i almost ascended. vecna almost got to me dawg 😭😭😭
OMG thank u for writing a poly relationship where the two male characters actually KISS AND SHOW AFFECTION to each other, not just the reader 🥹 there’s literally not. enough. of. that. thank u ari i’m giving u a big smooch!!!! im so sorry for screeching in your inbox like this, but i had to tell you. I HAD TOO 😭😫 U ARE MY FAVORITE. one thing abt me? i’m gonna tell ari every time their shit SLAPS . ARI ATE DOWNNNNNNNN. if you ever published a book one day, it’d probably be the most beautiful book i’d ever read. and i’d probably get so many quotes from it tatted on me. i would buy three thousand copies!!! have a good day beloved <3
anon........
anon im kissing your ring like the godfather. i am kneeling at your feet in gratitude. this was such a NICE and unexpected ask i will actualy pass away and DIE i don't even know what to say. getting these like... full page reviews of my fics. i dont even know what to say sometimes HEJHDKKJS IT'S SO OVERWHELMING IN THE BEST WAY!!!!!! THIS MADE MY ENTIRE AFTERNOON I AM GOING TO THINK ABOUT IT ALL FREAKING DAY!!!! I DO NOT DESERVE U AT ALL!!!!!!! i love you so dearly i genuinely could not express myself to u more rn
IM REALLY GLAD MY READERS ARE RELATABLE. i think in a way we are all very similar so i try to write characters in long fics that have relatable motivations and drives even if they;re not personally u know. and i try to give the flaws and stuff too and grievances. THE PART W IZUKU AND WRITING IT WAS ALSO VERY SAD FOR ME.... IDK SOMETHING ABOUT HIM IS JUST VERY SOPPING WET AND SOB WORTHY.
ALSOOOOOO. welcome to team katsuki hello wtf!!!!! that's HUGE news baby. HUGE. SWEETHEART IS THE MOST BKG NICKNAME EVER. and trust me when i say writing the scene where reader and bkg made out over dekus dick also killed me dead i had to take breakes. the image was overwhelming.
AND IM GLAD!! i dont really like. like poly fics where they all arent super in love with each other and i am such a bkdk fan it was impossible to write any other way.
PLEASE NEVER BE SORRY FOR YOUR THOUGHTFULNESS . I AM SO ETERNALLY GRATEFUL I COULD EAT U UP. I LOVE U!!!!!!!
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OMG that idea you mentioned about Omi giving Chase a hug to help after Chase is retraumatized about his memories with Hannibal Bean is so 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺
Thank you! Only this way it makes sense!
Besides, I would not be surprised if it turned out Chase had PTSD. After all, he was involved in the war with Wuya (if the show wasn't for kids there would be more death mentions resulting from wildfires caused by Heylin magic and fights with golems in which both warriors and noncombatants would lose their lives). Apart from that, the transformation into a beast would be traumatic for anyone, but Chase is past that - he enjoys his new form now because it gives him power. What hurt him, however, is all the dehumanization Bean enforced on him. Did HB torture Chase? Kept him prisoner, stranded with chains? Most likely.
Chase would never admit even to himself he experiences fear while recalling these memories. After all, he re-invented his sense of self once he was free from Bean's influence. He grew mentally and become more powerful. However, 1500 years is a long period of time and I do believe that there were situations in Chase's life when he struggled either with his past or current dangers that awaited him. He's earned the title of the Prince of Darkness, but as we know such honoraries are granted once you tear up (usually a bloody) path to the throne. Hannibal maybe was the first but not the last big bad Chase had a chance to defeat. What if there were more people like Wuya, that is - other Heylins ready to eliminate him? What I'm trying to say, is no matter how much pride Chase had, he was in constant danger (with idk 100 years break) and people get more alert for survival reasons. It doesn't exclude Chase. he can think he's not human, that he is an ultimate immortal being but we all know, especially from the show's interactions with Omi, he can experience a vast range of emotions. And these, on the other hand, make us human.
And with such a long life, many bad things could've piled up, and even when repressed, they would return to Chase in a most unexpected moment. (that's why it is important to supply yourself with your favorite emotional support cheeseball!)
I would be more than glad if someone wrote fanfiction about it. For one, I'm digging the hurt/comfort trope. And two, it would be interesting to see a slight role reversal in the Omi-Chase relationship. Usually, Chase holds the role of Omi's guardian and tries to resolve little one's turmoils with his own reasoning. So, in order to strengthen their bond Omi has to know him better, and knowing Omi's helping nature, he would do anything in his power to make Chase feel better. After all, Chase would do the same for Omi.
Go for it Omi. Go and hug your scared dad evil mentor dude. He went through a lot and gave up on the love of his brothers long ago. Chase only has you now!!
yes, omi and chase hugging each other give me serotonin. <3
+ points if Omi reached chase's face to dry out his tears. (because damn I am 150% sure in TaT timeline good!chase did the same to little!omi and I love different-timelines parallels so here I am coming up with angst in order to apply some wholesome comfort fic ideas)
#ask#omi and chase#hannibal roy bean#omi#chase young#yup i hc chase as in denial sometimes#someone hug this lizardman. omi where are you
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