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Why dont we all look at Andy
#look anika's talking!#it gets rough out here#(not any specific fandom. this is a general statement)#anika famous moment#greatest hits
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The Pretty Firefighter | Tara Carpenter
Part one | The Pretty firefighter
Part two | Looking for the pretty firefighter
Warnings: Hot Sam, Tara being a little Teddy bear, kissing, suggesting scenes, slight smut
Tara (5:47pm): My dearest Y/N, will you do me the greatest honour of attending a date with mowh?
You (6:23pm): mowh?
Tara (6:24pm): That date is no longer feasible for you, not after leaving me on delivered for 40 minutes.
You (6:26pm): awwh, please? Who'll invite me on a date excessively all throughout the week, Or! Who would interpret my English lit mock exam to ask me if I was free this Friday?
Tara (6:27pm) are you though?
You smiled down at your screen, your body squished in-between Travis- your friend- and Anika. The two side eyed you, giggling at how your face lit up each time your phone would ding.
Within moments of you sending your last text, expressing and reminding the brunette girl- Tara Carpenter- of how she 'accidentally' on purpose distracted your week with her persisting request. It was cute, endearing even. She wanted something so desperately, she wanted you so desperately.
The second Tara read your message her caller ID flashed on your screen, alerting the group near you. Your fingers acted swiftly, pressing -Accept- before pushing off the couch, whispering to your friends you'd be back.
"I told you that was an accident. I'm so sorry, Y/N. If I knew you was in a mock exam I wouldn't have rang you." Tara breathed heavy through the phone, a slightly ruffling sound in the background. You rolled your eyes, smiling into the open air, walking around the greenery of your schools grounds.
"Its fine, Tara." You was yet to accept her invitation of a date, something she blamed on herself. In all honesly, you was just so swamped with school, and you didn't want her to give up so easily. She was so cute when she whined, all grumpy throughout the day because she wasn't allowed something.
"So...that date?" Of course, the famous date was always on Tara's mind, that was the simple reason why she wasn't revising even though she had a media's test coming up.
You laughed softly, something Tara found herself revelling in. She smiled happily, muttering fake distressed excuse me's as she paced down the halls.
"Tara-" you was cut off within seconds of expressing your sorrow; yet again you was stuck in boring revision lessons, wanting nothing more than to skip to spend time with your knight in...pirate clothing.
"Y/N, my dear.-" Tara had a habit of using mocking pet-names; if only you didnt tell her you wanted a hopless romantic partner.
"20 minutes, just 1200 seconds of your precious time. You and me, my apartment makes three?" She compromised, teasing you with her smile. You bit your lip, nibbling the flesh into your mouth in thought; Tara Carpenter? Or knowing you'd pass your exam?
"No funny business?" You asked, smiling deeper when she stuttered with her speech.
"If we just so happen to kiss, then that's just a win." Tara shouted down the speaker, hanging up before you'd saying something witty in return.
You groaned at her statement, returning back to your friends; who teased you ferociously within moments of your return.
In Tara's words she sent an adequate amount of messages, reminding you that you was expected at her hours at 7pm. In your eyes, she spammed you religiously all throughout six o'clock, and only stopped the moment your fist collided into her wooden front door.
The second the door was pulled open, standing taller than you; almost stalking over your frame was Samantha Carpenter, the mother gothel to Tara's Repunzel. She glared uncomfortably at you, her arms crossed over her chest.
"Can I help you?" She all but snarled, huffing out her chest, to state dominance? You smiled sweet at her, not letting her scary stature alter your mood.
You held out your hand, shuffling forward so she would take it. Her eyes scrunched, knitting into a confused face. She cupped your hand, shaking it solemnly.
"Good Evening, Ms Carpenter. Tara invited me over, did she tell you?" Her face drained, her shoulders releasing the tight knot she forced apon them. Her face released of stress, pulling into a smile.
"Your Y/N?-" when she was met with a nod, a little chuckle leaving your lip, smiling like a child, the older girl sighed heavily
"Oh, I'm so sorry. Tara's going to rip my head off, please come in" she opened her door even further, letting you into her home. Sam was notoriously known around the campus as Tara's scary older sister, so when you had to face the monster yourself you was shocked; she was just some protective sister who doesn't trust easy.
You passed her in the hall, stopping in your track when you noticed the living room was drawn into a quite the romantic setting: flowers bunched on the table, Dehlias. A few packets of different brands of candy, no chocolate in sight. A film the both of you shared an interest in paused on the screen, blankets and pillows laid sprawl on the floor. Everything was perfect, but Tara was no where to be found.
Sam slid beside you, her smile stiff. "She likes you. Please don't break her heart, or you know, ill have to break your nose and spine." She muttered, smiling when you stared at her with a less than impressed expression.
"What if I'd like that?" Tara rushed into the room, slamming down her backpack, breathing heavy.
"Are you flirting with my sister?" Tara breathed out, pulling out a dozen of roses. Your heart fluttered, face turning into a pink frenzy when she offered you the the bunch.
"I had them on order." She shrugged, trying her best to avoid the blush that was plaguing her cheeks. She ducked into her shoulder, brushing past you and walking into the open kitchen.
"She wasn't." Sam stated, sliding into her coat, zipping it before picking up her keys.
"I'm trusting you, Tara. I'll be going." Sam left with a small smile, letting the door lock behind her.
"Finally." Tara sighed out, plopping herself onto the floor, the mass amount of blankets suffercating her. She smiled up at you, offering her hand.
You blushed for the millionth time this night, landing down beside her. She flushed immediately, shuffling even further into your person space; something you'd grant, but only for her.
"Do you wanna watch this film?" She asked, clicking onto the movie she already had displayed on the screen. The name of the movie splashed on the screen, making you chuckle at the meaningful choice.
"Moana?"
She laughed, howling into her open palm with laughter. She rocked back and forth, snorting when she covered her face with her hand. You looked at her in absolute enchant, you was captivated by her in every way.
She was flawless beautiful, her nose painted in freckles her cheeks hollow with dimples, her big baby brown eyes purring into yours. She was charming, charismatic, she always had something witty to say which only added to her alluring self. You wanted her in every way possible, it was puzzling to think that all of this started because of your drunk friends hornyness, but you wouldn't change anything about your situation with Tara.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" She questioned, her face still pink with blush; flushed at the way you called out her sentimental self.
"Your beautiful." She stopped, her face scrunching into a massive smile, almost taking up all her face. You told yourself, time and time again; don't fall for someone, especially so fast. But she was so undeniably perfect, so herself that nothing would have stopped you from leaning forward.
Your lips grazed hers at first, teasing the waters with a simple peck. Her perfume engulfed your scenes, the vanilla moisturiser trapping you. Your hand lifted to her cheek, cupping it softly before pulling the girl further into you; your lips acting like a wildfire, itching ever desire the brunette rawred out of you.
She acted quicker, pushing you down more than happy to indulge in whatever you was offering. Her lips planted on yours, hands tugging at your shirt.
Her lips were feverish, tongue grazing your bottom lip. You groaned, pulling away, to her great dismay.
"Slow down there, pirate." She whined at your request, bruising your neck with her needy lips. You giggled at the feeling of her lips all over you: your neck, your cheek, the tip of your nose, and forehead.
"I remember you told me you'd make me scream louder than a siren." She husked into your ear, breathing lightly into your neck; teeth grazing your ear, kissing it with a satisfied hum.
You groaned in return, back arching before your hands tugged her down; making sure her body colliding with the floor with a a loud thud.
"I told myself I wouldn't be this easy. But since your being such a gentleman, and that I have something to prove...we can watch the movie later." You promised, placing a small kiss on her lips before you sank down her body further, taking the reminding of her clothes with you.
#jenna ortega#lgbt#tara carpenter#jennaortega#wlw#scream#vada cavell#lorraine day#Wednesday addams#tara carpenter x fem!reader#tara carpenter x reader#tara carpenter x fem#jenna ortega x reader#jenna ortega x you#jenna ortega x fem#jenna ortega x fem!reader
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the watcher
description: the halloween party could have turned out way worse for tara if it wasn't for you and chad
warnings: alcohol, angst idk to write but good ending tho
words: +1.4k
requested: no i was bored
The alcohol that was running low even on reserves was not doing it anymore for you. Given how many people are at this party, it's not a surprise it went missing so fast.
You sank further into the couch shared with a famous pair, talk of the night. Mindy and Anika who were currently, if you caught it right, talking about already moving out together. They were half drunk so it didn't count but still, drunk words sober thoughts.
You are in no place to judge nor put stereotypes on considering you and Tara are not any different. Both drunk and sober and together. The only contrast was Tara hanging somewhere other than next to you ever since her friend pulled her away.
But that was not the main thing playing in your mind. Not at all really. You have been observing this guy who looked particularly out of place at this party, in this crowd he didn't fit so well like the rest.
Could care less if it wasn't for him desperately trying to achieve something by dancing with every girl there to the point it became scary to watch.
By the looks on the girls' faces, he wasn't that much of a womanizer and prince charmer either. Or just a piece of bad luck on this day for him.
Maybe you're the one looking at it wrong. So riveted with Tara as your ride or die, although you held back from saying it because of the killer-roaming-around situation. Also from Mindy putting you on the suspect list on her weekly "guess the killer" game every time you hang out as a group.
No matter how hard you tried to stray away from judging him by looks you could not help it. He did appear like a piece of work for sure.
A piece of work that was raiding the table covered with empty bottles, knocking some of them in the process. He wasn't anchored on his feet any better either. Just like those bottles.
As he ran his hand through his hair in annoyance, both of your attention was swept away by this certain pirate costume you were assured was half homemade by you and Tara. Your attention was more of a true and fond one than his was.
She seemed to have the same thing in mind which was to grab more drinks but with failure. Her choppy and uncoordinated moves gave it away, she was drunk which made you wary of him.
Mindy's voice half yelling incredibly close to your ear finally tore your eyes off of them.
"You're looking at that guy right?" she randomly said while pointing out. Not hearing what it clearly you leaned in closer signaling her to repeat.
Mindy pointed once again in the same direction that's been a thorn in your side more and more. "Yeah, i heard he's like pretty shitty. Keep an eye out for your girl."
"Wait, you really telling me-" you didn't want it to fly by but Mindy was not listening. Being pulled away by Anika meant there was no room to chase after it.
The fear that kicked in the moment Tara didn't land on your retreating gaze was enough for you to leave the couch and rely on your surprisingly soberish state that probably wore off because of it.
It was no point in searching for Tara as nearly everyone towered over her. While you drove through the sweaty crowd that was all upon eachother, he was the one you were looking for.
To your fault, you did spill a few precious drinks that are currently out of stock in a rush of it all. It earned you a few foes that will forget about it the next hangover day. Hopefully.
Like it was ordered beforehand, the crowd somehow did not seal off the way upstairs where you caught Tara hand in hand with him. The hold itself was more one-sided meanwhile she was being hesitant.
"Tara, we're leaving," you stated loud enough for him to hear. She turned around and looked over the moon to see you. Slipping her hand out of his only to wrap it around you, she mumbled, "Where were youuu?" Dragging the liquored words for too long.
"I don't know what you're on about but come on Tara, let's go." He was making his way down but you stopped him in his place. His obscene gaze lowered to the hand of yours on his chest.
"Yeah, we're going home man. Good luck with that," you laughed foully and fakely while leading Tara away under your hold. Leaving him and his obvious anger issues to fix on their own.
"Hey, come back here you fuc-" and he was silenced all of the sudden.
As you turned the corner, you briskly glanced one last time to witness Chad doing what he knows best before the view was obscured with people again. Besides from him trying and never ending up with Tara in the end, being a bodyguard and lifesaver at the parties was one of them.
Chad was finally useful or something other than wooing Tara. If not her, then someone right now at the party surely will fall for it sooner or later.
The atypical silence New Yorks streets presented this night compared to the party should be heavenly but it's not in none of your minds.
"Are you fucking kidding me Tara?" and if it wasn't for your voice fed with anger, it was your hand ripping out of hers that almost sobered her up in an instant.
Partially aware of what you're so upset about, Tara still pushed it while following behind, "What? What did i do?"
Everything so far seemed innocent in nature from her perspective.
"What did you do? Tara he- do you know how bad this could turn out if i didn't see you two? The things he had on his mind? And with Ghostface around? Tara..."
You finally looked her in the eyes. Tara felt as if the entirety of the drinks she consumed were burning off. She was so used to Sam's overprotectiveness and mistrust that grew higher over the years but you? That keeps her harbored ever since the killings? There's a reason why she turns a deaf ear everytime Sam mentions how therapist would do justice in her life because you do more than enough. The reality you picked, knowing you'll be associated with someone whose entire family is haunted by blood but still love her no less was telling Tara plenty.
She tried to get close if only you didn't flinch back, "What did he even want?"
"He said he got drinks upstairs so i followed him." No reaction coming from you, she knew what you were thinking, "That's all of it, i swear."
"Is it?"
"Yes, i was drunk and i maybe-"
"You weren't that drunk Tara. We were both normal before you left my side for fifteen minutes when everything went down. You knew it."
None of you moved. She could sense how disappointed were you and before allowing you to go anything beyond that emotion, she ran to you. So fast, cutting all chances of your figure stepping back away.
But you caught her. Made her feel safe like you usually do while she can't say the same for herself.
"I'm so sorry," the quivering hands cupped your terrified face, "i promise." She wanted to say more but it dissolved quickly. Putting aside the dark valley of the building your back was suddenly facing, Tara kissed you roughly, desperately. Both due to height difference and the realization of how dangerous things could have turned out.
"Don't do any promises Carpenter," drawing her in once again, "i'm just glad you're safe and Sam is not around to give me a lesson."
The taxi passing behind stirred a thought, "Yeah? Well, she's not back home either until morning. I say we call a cab-"
"Okay, i was about to ask if Tara's good but i see you're both doing great." The voice itself made you look away in a hassle and Tara could read it so well.
"Yeah Chad, we were about to call cab for a ride home but you got keys on yourself?" which made you grin in not the most righteous manner.
"I do actually," as he fiddled with his pocket he continued, "need me to ride?"
"No, we can manage, thanks."
As Tara caught the thrown keys and already turning to leave, you wrapped her arms around and whispered, "We're not really gonna drive all the way?"
"Of course not. Who do you take me as?"
There was sort of pity felt for Chad, left out in the cold like a stray cat but she will remind herself to thank him the next day.
notes: it was a scene with me and tara but they decided to delete it for some reason idk why, apparently chad seemed better option than me
#tara carpenter x reader#tara x reader#tara carpenter imagine#i dont hate chad but really what is that ship about#me x completely random 2nd photo in each fic
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Gundam: The Witch From Mercury Episode 7 Review
- Miorine stole the fucking show this episode. Her loud declaration of support for Suletta and her willingness to toss aside her pride just for her is momentous. Especially since earlier in the episode she said she’d do no such thing. Suletta is Miorine’s first and most treasured friend and by god will she be protecting her. The absolute balls she had to start up a Kickstarter right there was amazing. She also once again proves just how great she is at management strategy. Anyone who was scared of Mio just be a damsel should sit their ass down now. This girl’s taking her future into her own hands.
- This episode did a fun thing where Prospera turned out to be a big stinky bitch while Delling actually had a character outside of being an asshole. Prospera harasses Mio in a bid for something, while Delling gives Mio a chance to succeed and to face the horrors of Gundam with her own two eyes. I’m confident in my theory now that Delling won’t be the big bad, instead it’ll be Prospera and perhaps a coalition of the three main groups.
- Prospera finally confirms that the Vanadis Incident happened 21 years ago, so the famous Aerial = Eri theory is gaining some traction now.
- To talk about Suletta herself, we truly see just how naive she is in this episode and how much she’s been coat riding on the good fortune of others. She doesn’t figure out the Elan business, she willingly goes up on stage, and has can do nothing but make desperate pleas for her mother when confronted. Poor girl has grown up without malice in her life and now she has to fully confront it. Miorine can’t handle it all on her own. Suletta will need to stand up and make her own decisions. Also the reveal that her mother had been lying to her will definitely cause some friction. Prospera might be able to smooth it over, but eventually someone will point out to Suletta that her mom’s been making her ride a deathbot for years without telling her. Maybe we’ll finally see some cracks in Suletta’s lovely family facade that Prospera puts up
- Real Elan is a real big asshole. He has no care for Suletta at all and tricks her by taking her up on the stage to get harassed, and the whole time he’s playing a role that makes him look good. I hope Miorine or Guel punch him in the future
- Claude Shaddiq is out here watching the entire business world degrade around him and he’s just vibing. His relationship with Miorine is pretty cute. It seems like he had a crush on her for her practical, self-serving attitude, but now that she’s changing and leaning towards Suletta, he’s giving up the torch. I don’t know whether or not he was part of his dad’s plan, but it doesn’t seem like he cares either way. He’s definitely the Touga of the series and he’s the one I’m most scared of
- As for Nika, seems like she sold out some info (either on Aerial or Suletta) to Shaddiq for the thruster pack she put on Aerial. If you go back to Episode 6, you can see that she was taking the compliments badly and looked put off. The color of the thruster pack is also purple, one of Grassley’s signature colors. Whether or not Shaddiq and Anika’s relationship will continue on is something we’ll see, but I expect the truth to come out and Chuchu to be very sad
- My boy Lauda is fully conforming to his father’s puppet and has a hate boner for Suletta. I expect him to be one of Suletta’s most persistent enemies in a bid to get his brother back. But I’m sorry Lauda, once you fall for the tanuki, you can’t go back
- Now for the discussion about our gays new company, GUND-ARM. With the merging of Peil and Shin Sei, this now means we’ll be getting a lot more of real Elan. We also now have Pharact in our camp so woohoo, another deathbot. Now we just need some pilots and workers. Obviously, I think Earth House will join, with Chuchu as one of the pilots, but we still need another one. And that’s where my best boy Guel comes in. He’s living in the woods, he’s touching grass, and now he’ll be part of the lesbian robot corp. Maybe we’ll even get a fight between him and his brother if all goes well (bad?). As for the development of GUND technology, this is gonna be the real issue. Peil had to make engineered humans to pilot their machine and we don’t know what fucked up thing Prospera did to Aerial, but I’m expecting this to be the groups hardest mission.
- Overall, amazing episode with great development into Miorine and Suletta’s relationship as well as building a clear path forward. I hope everything goes well, but we know it won’t. Fuck Prospera, fuck Peil, fuck Real Elan, and Guel is still best boy despite no appearing in the episode
#seriously Guel trended on Twitter even though we didn’t see him#he’s truly perfect#and sumio shipping is taking off full force all aboard#gundam#gundam witch from mercury#g witch
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“Can I play with your hair?” for harper from anika bc i think they're fun personally
navigating murky waters. accepting !!
tonight, to put it as lightly as humanly possible, has been nothing like what harper would normally consider in his comfort zone. putting on a tux more expensive than what he spends on food in three months, getting dragged to some sort of benefit with genesis filled with photographers and journalists that want to talk to him, the choreographer who doesn't even post his face online — and then there's the whole, you know, bumping into an extremely famous actress thing. which, if that's not enough, he went home with her and now he's in her bed like some kind of crazy person.
and now here he is, staring at her ceiling feeling like he's been put through a blender in the best way possible, pleasantly sore in all the right places, but still trying to process everything. it's not bad, he doesn't regret it, but it's either how out of character this is for him or the mess they just made of the sheets that have his brain on another planet. it takes him a moment to realize she's said something to him. he blinks a few times, looking at her blankly before it registers, and then he's a bit embarrassed he's so clearly gone.
"y-yeah, that'd be okay. . ." normally he's more collected after this kind of thing, but . . . things are different this time !! leave him alone. they're close enough that they're already touching, and harper shifts a bit to be easier to reach. "um . . . thanks."
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GlitchVerse - SuperHero OC Masterlist
Note! Please be advised that this masterlist has a lot of flashing gifs in it.
The Glitch is a stranger phenomenon throughout the multiverse where seemingly random individuals develop teleporting powers during a moment of stress or panic.
At first, it was believed to be random, but later discoveries made it clear it always happened to four certain people in each universe.
Andrea Benito (Known as The Spectacular Glitch)
Origin: Earth-93
Occupation: English major later Article Editor
Powers / Skills: Teleportation, Energy Bursts, Multiverse Hopping
Friends / Allies: Mishap Squad (93), Amazing Spiderman, Venom, Birds of Prey
Enemies: Scream, Miguel O'Hara, Green Goblin
Face Claim: Alycia Pascual-Pena
Andrea Benito was born in the late 90s. She grew up in the Bronx and attended Midtown High School where she became friends with Casey Tshui.
Andrea developed her Glitch powers while The Lizard was terrorizing New York. She kept developing her powers well into adulthood, and it's possible she became powerful enough to travel through the multiverse at will.
Casey Tshui (Known as The Spider Glitch)
Origin: Earth-712
Occupation: Student later Game Developer
Powers / Skills: Teleportation, Spider-Sense
Friends / Allies: Mishap Squad (712), Peter Park (712), Spiderman, SpiderGwen, Spider Society (formerly)
Enemies: Doc Ock (formerly), KingPin, Chameleon
Face Claim: Jessie Mei Li
Casey was born in Brooklyn and spent the first years of her life in the foster system. She was eventually taken in by Ben and May Parker and raised alongside their nephew Peter.
While supervising a field trip for Peter's grade, Casey was bitten by a radioactive spider and gained spider-like powers. She didn't end up developing her Glitch powers until after an adventure with other Spiderpeople from different universes.
Anika Sinha (Known as The Marvelous Glitch)
Origin: Earth-1610
Occupation: Art Student / Babysitter later Art Teacher
Powers / Skills: Teleportation, Stalling
Friends / Allies: Mishap Squad (1610), Spiderman, The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles // Mad Dogz, April O'Neil, Cassandra Jones
Enemies: Baron Draxum, Big Mama, Baxter Stockman
Face Claim: Megan Suri
Anika is a Brooklyn-born artist who attended Visions Academy during the mid-2010s. When she was younger she would babysit various kids in her apartment building, including a young April O'Neil.
She developed her powers while trying to escape a crumbling building and, in the process, discovered a secret city under New York inhabited by mutants.
Keena Noble (Known as Titan Glitch)
Origin: Earth-138
Occupation: Cashier, Sound Tech, Bass Player / Singer
Powers / Skills: Teleportation, Illusions
Friends / Allies: Mishap Squad (138) SpiderPunk, Teen Titans
Enemies: Her Father
Face Claim: Ruth Negga
Keena grew up in Western Ireland but later ran away from home and start travelling around the world for different types of work (mainly to England and later America for schooling).
She developed her Glitch powers when trying to save someone from a collapsing sound stage in New York. She eventually made this a part of her on-stage character and became relatively famous for her solo bass performances.
CG-99 (Known as The Cyber Glitch)
Origin: Earth-928B
Occupation: Unknown
Powers / Skills: Teleportation
Friends / Allies: New Mishap Squad, Scream 99
Enemies: Miguel O'Hara
Face Claim: N/A
CG was an experiment where the goal was to recreate the Glitch Powers. Soon after their creation, they were discovered by some descendants of the original Glitch and Mishap Squad. The group decided to recuse the cyborg from the labs.
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Bro yknow how sometimes tumblr recommends rbs of posts and not just the posts themselves? Well I think that's happened to me bc I have not stopped getting notifs on the live action dsmp post you made 😭 like I have had DOZENS of ppl like/rb the version of the post that I reblogged from you
Tumblr mandated Anika famous moment
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Save me Ray Toro
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Anna's April Fic Recs ✨
Hello everyone, wellcome to my April fic recommendations (part 1) masterpost! This is a new thing I want to try to do and create a list like that twice a month. It really pains me that the amazing authors out there don't get the recognition they dereserve so I'm gonna do what I can to spread my love for them. I also hope more people will get to experience the joy of reading all these wonderful works!
To all the writers - I love you and I appreciate you so much!
To all the readers - please, share the fics you read and love. The reblog really makes the change! It's the least we could do to show our gratitude.
Without further ado, here are the fic I read this month and adored
MARVEL
Bucky Barnes
Take a chance on me by @jurassicbarnes
one-shot, single mum!au, fwb to lovers
Bucky's game nights by @eurynome827
series, slow burn, they're playing games with their hearts
Baby fever by @youlightmeupfinn
one-shot, who wouldn't want that man as their baby daddy?
All yours by @babyboibucky
one-shot, 18+, tfatws!Bucky
A single thread by @jobean12-blog
one-shot, coffeeshop with Buck
New adventures by @celestialbarnes
one-shot, best friends to lovers
Beautiful girl by @borkingbarnes
one-shot, a morning with Buck
Erase every trace by @angrythingstarlight
one-shot, 18+, tfatws!Bucky
What you need by @buckycuddlebuddy
one-shot, 18+, best friend and roommate!Bucky, a cam is involved 👀
Cookies, kisses and such by @sweetbucky
one-shot, friends to lovers
The Match by @/babyboibucky
series, ceo!bucky
Policework by @jurassicbarnes
one-shot, police detectives!au
Eyes on you by @kleohoneyao3
one-shot, 18+
Take me as I am, whoever I am by @/jurassicbarnes
one-shot, 18+
Greedy by @/babyboibucky
one-shot, 18+, hot hot hot!
Destructive by @buckybarnesdiaries
one-shot, Bucky's scared of his feelings
Sunday kinda' love by @msmarvelwrites
one-shot, 18+, some things are more important than breakfast
Separation, connection (part 2) by @firefly-in-darkness
two-shot, 18+, the angst is strong in this one
Angel on her knees by @/babyboibucky
one-shot, 18+, Bucky gets some love hehe
Feelings are fatal by @sunmoonandbucky
series, steve leaves to be with Peggy, reader deals with the loss
It's messy inside, let me take your coat by @/divine-mistake
one-shot, 18+, plus size!reader
Beautiful people by @nacho-bucky
series, plus size!reader, the most real, beautiful, human story
Sam Wilson
Dancing with Sam Wilson would include... by @certifiedskywalker
head cannon, the title says it all
Positions by @luciilferss
one-shot, 18+, Sam's a gem Monday through Sunday
Identity by @samwilsons-pillowpecs
series, Sam loses memory and they say he wanted to kill Bucky
Amartment 3C by @/bohemianpages
series, Sam comes back from the snap to find his flat occupied
Honest by @xbuchananbarnes
one-shot, tfatws!sam
The first time you realise you are in love by @barnesnroses
part of a mini series, the fluff 😫
Walk me home by @whisperlullaby
one-shot, Sam comes to the rescue
Memory loss by @/captain-kelli
series, Sam and reader are on a hunt for winter solider
SamBucky
Cratures of habit by @callitdreamland
miniseries, sambucky x reader
How sweet it is by @indyluckycharlie
series, sambucky modern!au
The therapist by @holylulusworld
mini series, y/n helps them with their problems
Steve Rogers
Glitter by @sarahwroteathing
one-shot, elementary teacher!Steve x single mom!reader
Error by @buckysknifecollection
one-shot, de-serumed!steve
Words whispered in the dark by @anika-ann
part of the Attached series or stand alone, modern-college-professor AU, 18+
Corrupting a good boy by @donutloverxo
series, ceo!steve x desi!reader
Cash rules everything around me by @/slyyywriting
series, stripper!steve
Where the love light gleams by @/sunmoonandbucky
series, social media!au
Sharon Carter
Permanent by @/samwilsons-pillowpecs
one-shot, tattoo artist!sharon
Loki Laufeyson
Steam by @the--sad--hatter
series, slowburn, enemies to frenemies to idiots in love
Peter Parker
Love sick and a little bit drunk by @spideyspeaches
one-shot, collage!peter
Invisible string by @peterbenjiparker
series, soulmate!au
Don't hold back by @hollandcrush
one-shot, 18+, college!peter
Dancing with our hand tied by @/justeclipseblogs
series, stark!reader, enemies to lovers
My medication by @/kelieah
one-shot, broken teens in love
HOLLAND & CO.
Tom Holland
Lockscreen by @cherrycheridarling
one-shot, famous!reader
Monday mornings by @blissfulparker
one-shot, professor!tom x professor!reader
Written in the stars by @ptersmj
one-shot, fuff!!!
Hooked on your feelings by @heyhihellowhatsup0
series, fwb!tom
Ski date by @tetralea
one-shot, 18+, idiots in love, friends to lovers
Take sugar? by @/hollandcrush
one-shot, carpenter!tom x ex-best friend!reader, 18+
I swear to God I never fall in love by @hazofmyheart
one-shot, fratboy!tom, 18+, spoiler alert: he does
Break up with your girlfriend by @rosyparkers
one-shot, 18+, frat football player!tom, cheerleader!y/n, fwb au
Perennial by @peeterparkr
series, sequel to Perdify, the biggest oof moment yet
All for her by @screamholland
series, single dad!tom
Royal convinience by @/poetrcy
series, royal!au
Kiss me slowly by @/storybookholland
one-shot, soft frat!tom
Harry Holland
Always by @/multiholland
series, best freind!harry
Sam Holland
'tis the damn season by @/unsaidholland
one-shot, ex boyfriend!sam
Our night by @/storybookholland
one-shot, jealous!sam
Harrison Osterfield
No way by @soft-haz
one-shot, friends to lovers
Second self by @/soft-haz
one-shot, 18+, reader gives Haz a hand wink wink
Harrison mastelist by @allegra-writes
lots of great Haz things!
Bet on it by @storybookholland
series, fwb
THE IRREGULARS
Whole masterlist by @uglypastels
these all wonderful!! you should also check out the amazing art works at the bottom of this masterlist
LEO
The Fountain of Ichor by @thegirlintheswivelchair
series, leo x lady-in-waiting!reader
OTHERS
Anthony Bridgerton
Sham, pride and illicit affairs by @/peeterparkr
series, quite possibly the most poetic fic ever written
Coming home again by @/misstonybridgerton
series, old friends reunite
Spencer Reid
An Interesting Electronic by @/homoose
one-shot, 18+
Frank Adler
I ruined our sweet tune by @/rodrikstark
one-shot, kinda professor!frank
Ransom Drysdale
The Five Times You Told Ransom Drysdale You Loved Him (And The One Time He Said It Back) by @just-one-ordinary-fangirl
one-shot, childhood friends to life gets in the way to lovers
Sacrilage by @the-iceni-bitch
one-shot, 18+, you'll have to shower in holy water after this
Okay, I might have gone a little overboard but hey, there's no such thing as too much good fanfiction!
Enjoy! 🥰
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Soft summer ideas
3. Sitting on the porch at night
I absolutely love stargazing! Please do a Natasha x R 💖 Happy writing
A/N: I made this a part of the 'your family' series I hope that's okay! It just fit with the porch!
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When that last week of summer vacation came, it was a bittersweet ending. Your family of five had traveled to your home outside of the Avengers compound for a last week of paradise.
On your final night, you finished putting the older kids to bed and then focused on your baby, who was nearing eight months of age and refusing to sleep. Rocking Anika softly and letting her feed, you prayed that this would be the last time you'd say 'goodnight' tonight.
After thirty minutes, she'd fallen fast asleep, allowing you to search for your wife who'd mysteriously disappeared. After searching the house, backyard, and lake, you were about to call her. A sound from the front of the house had you looking in the last place you thought you'd find her- the front yard.
You found Natasha on the porch, sipping a drink and seemingly staring out at nothing.
"You never sit out here."
"I wanted to see the stars."
“And what do you think of them?” you asked as you took a seat next to her.
“They’re beautiful. Like you.”
“You’re a romantic, Natasha Romanoff.”
“This coming from you, Y/N Romanoff?”
You laughed, leaning your head on her shoulder and taking her hand. “Why are you really out here, Natasha?”
“I don’t want to leave.”
“Me either,” you agreed with a sigh. “It’s always hard the last time.”
“We never stargaze here. How haven’t we over the years?”
“I suppose by the time we put the kids to bed we’re either exhausted or having fun.”
Nat shoved you lightly, both of you chuckling as you recalled some of those fun moments.
“We will stargaze all of the time next year. And we have tonight,” you murmured, nuzzling your nose against your wife’s shoulder. Over the next few minutes, your head became heavier and your breathing slowed.
“We do not have tonight, you’re exhausted,” Nat murmured, laughing before pressing a kiss to your head.
“I’m not tired.”
“Famous last words,” she teased, already standing and pulling you up with her. “We have years to stargaze.”
The comment brought a smile to both of your lips as you thought about the memories you had yet to make.
“Years,” you repeated happily, before leaning in for a sweet kiss.
#Natasha Romanoff x reader#Natasha romanov x reader#black widow x reader#mine#avengers x reader#avengers#mcu#marvel#natasha romanoff
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My first Sims 4 screenshots folder is finished. I have many more pictures in a second folder, because, surprisingly, I have continued to play The Sims 4. I have been playing for three months now, it's amazing that I haven't gotten bored yet. This is probably due to the numerous fun mods by the amazing creators of The Sims 4 (my eternal thanks to them), and to a couple of EPs that are truly fun for me, namely Get Famous and Snowy Scape.
Okay so, here's a little summary about Allan and his family, the Wilsons, to close this 'season' of gameplay:
Fame has brought Allan a comfortable life full of success, but also filled with excesses that have endangered his physical and mental health.
Several times he has ended up in the hospital, where the doctor has issued a warning: Allan has to slow down or he will end up having a heart attack, or worse.
Allan listened to the doctor and tried to stop some of his celebrity madness. For starters, he ended his affair with Supriya, which didn't sit well with her, but was great news for Justin and Zoe. (Sadly, Supriya is not the only romantic affair he is having).
Anyway, Allan's family, especially Anika and Kennedy, are very concerned about Allan's smoking and drinking.
They're still very young, but they are too smart not to see the harm Allan is doing to himself.
Hopefully he will soon give up the drinks and those horrible cigars that fill the whole house with smoke.
To his luck, Allan has Zoe to take care of him and to support him in his difficult moments, so maybe soon Allan will get out of this hole he has fallen into.
Another reason Allan took a break was the birth of his youngest son, Zeke, the result of his reconciliation with Zoe. Zeke is the Wilson's third biological child, in addition to Kennedy, their adopted daughter. Of course they both want to enlarge the family much more, but for now they have stopped here. Zeke has arrived in a very difficult time for the Wilsons, so Allan, and especially Zoe, want to take it easy from here on...
And that's all for now.
Allan Wilson and his beloved family will return soon. 😉💕
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This drabble comes to you courtesy of an anon request on @the-iceni-bitch ‘s blog. As she doesn’t write RPF, I volunteered my services.
Hope you guys enjoy! x
(Chris Evans x reader, implied smut)
Working from home was both a blessing and a curse. A blessing because you didn’t have to wake up at the ass-crack of dawn, chugging coffee in a bid to wake up before you rushed out the door. You could stay in bed, watching Chris sleep for just a little longer. And that’s exactly what you did on this grey Monday morning. Legs entwined, breathing in rhythm, basking in every last bit of each other’s warmth.
“Good morning,” you sigh “I’m gonna go make breakfast.”
Chris protests. “No, I’m gonna do it. I’ll make my famous pesto eggs.”
“You always make your famous pesto eggs. They’re starting to lose their star power.” You tap his nose and plant a kiss on his lips.
He smiles against your mouth. “Fine, you win.”
“Thank you.” You sit up on your haunches, adjusting the comforter. “What time is your Zoom call today?”
Chris groans and rubs his face. “Ah, fuck. I almost forgot. Thanks for the reminder, babe.”
That means soon, then. You roll your eyes and swing your legs off the bed. He’s always like this. You stifle a laugh as you watch him scramble into his boxers and t-shirt, cursing himself under his breath.
As you cook, Dodger barks and jumps up at the counter expectantly. You ruffle the thick patch of fur between his ears and signal for him to get down. He does. Chris pads over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder.
“Smells good, honey.” He kisses your cheek. He slips a piece of bacon to Dodger and you slap his hand, playfully chiding him.
Within moments of you sliding food onto your two plates, Chris has his hands on your hips, finds his way down the front of your pajama bottoms, pulling at the ties to loosen them. Your head rolls back as he presses into you. When the toast pops up, so does something else…
Then, you fall victim to the curse.
The damn Zoom call. Of course it would be now.
Chris claps and whistles, shooing Dodger out of the room.
You point to the doorway, cocking your head in a ‘should I go?’ motion. Chris shakes his head and mouths ‘no’. He clicks into the call and you’re thankful for your bare feet against the tiles – you’re unseen, unheard, unknown. Until Chris’s eyes are on you, roaming across your body, fixed on your ass….you shoo him back into concentration. It’s amazing how quickly he can disguise his lust on camera.
When the call is over, he pushes back from the desk, slams his laptop shut and reaches over to grab your arm, pulling you to his side.
“Now, where were we?”
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#Chris Evans x reader#drabble#Chris Evans fanfiction#Chris Evans fluff#Chris Evans smut#request#Chris Evans#Lauren Writes#laurenwritesfics
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Slow Dancing
A/N: This is my entry for the 2021 @grishaversebigbang event. This event was honestly so much fun, and I loved working with all these talented people.
Corporalki: @franklevesque
Materialki: @worteltje7 @kerosene-art @corvidinacape @amethystmoonart
Summary: After learning of a valuable item kept in the possession of a wealthy mercher, the mercher’s upcoming party seems like the perfect opportunity to sneak in. There’s only one problem - the party is a couples only event.
ALSO AVAILABLE ON AO3.
Chapter 1
Anika shifted from where she was standing on the rug in front of his desk. Kaz had thrown out or sold most of Per Haskell’s old decorations when he had moved into the room, but he had kept the oriental rug. It was a very nice rug, after all.
“And…” Anika trailed off, her eyes darting to the painting hanging above Kaz’s head. “The Wraith’s ship docked at berth twenty-two two hours ago. A runner brought this.” She offered out a small, rolled up piece of parchment. Kaz took it steadily, fighting to keep the emotion from showing on his face. He unrolled the scroll, his eyes darting over the familiar handwriting. A quirk of a smile met his lips.
“Is the messenger still here?” he asked Anika.
“Yes, boss,” she confirmed. “He was getting some water, last I checked.”
Kaz grabbed a piece of paper with the logo of the Crow Club embossed on the front. He scribbled down a quick message and folded the paper into a triangle. He handed it to Anika. “Tell him to deliver this to the Wraith.”
Anika raised an eyebrow, but didn’t comment further. Kaz knew she would never spread rumors about his relationship with Inej. “Will that be all?” Anika queried.
Kaz gestured to the door. “You’re dismissed, Anika.”
As Anika turned to leave the room, a small girl brushed past her, still dressed in the liveries of a mercher’s servant. Anika shot the girl an unreadable look before leaving the room, and Kaz pulled out Rotty’s report on the Crow Club’s earnings. Whatever the girl had to say, it was likely to be a waste of his time.
“Boss,” the girl started. Trudie, that was her name.
Kaz shot her a single glance. “Yes?” Trudie was, to put it plainly, a terrible spy. But she looked like the kind of girls Kasper Brouwer, a wealthy merch, liked to employ, with her small size and her soft features. Replacing her would be more of an inconvenience than keeping her around.
Trudie shifted uncomfortably. “I - I got some information I think you might want to hear.”
Kaz crossed out one of Rotty’s markings on the ledger. Some days, it felt like this entire gang was composed of idiots. “What kind of information?”
Trudie was silent for a moment. “A heist,” she said, so quietly Kaz almost didn’t hear her. Almost. He gave her another cold look.
“Close the door,” he ordered. Trudie obeyed, and the door to the office clicked shut. She turned back to him, slowly stepping closer to him, as if she was afraid he might bite her. Well, if this information turned out to be useless, all bets were off. “What kind of heist would this be?” Kaz questioned.
Trudie glanced down at her feet. “Master Brouwer - Kasper Brouwer,” she corrected, “recently came into possession of a rare and precious artifact. A ruby ring, from the Wandering Isle.”
Well. That was interesting.
“You’re certain it’s legit.” He didn’t phrase it like a question. The Wandering Isle had had many rulers, many monarchies, enough royal bloodlines to provide enough blood to paint the entirety of Ketterdam a shocking red. He had no doubt that, if this prize was real, it would be worth a pretty penny.
Trudie was nodding, so quickly that her messy bun was wobbling with her movement. “Yes, boss. I overheard…” She paused. “Brouwer bragging about it. He’s had it installed in his showrooms.”
In his showrooms. This wouldn’t just be a little monetary gain, another droplet in the Dregs’ coffers. This would be stealing a priceless ruby ring directly from a mercher’s showrooms. Kaz’s reputation certainly didn’t need the boost - he was already king of the Barrel, his gang the most feared in Kerch. But he did love keeping the more uptight parts of Ketterdam on their toes.
“What kind of security is it under?”
“I -” Trudie bit her lip. “I’m not entirely sure. I know that… Kasper Brouwer has a rotation of guards in his showroom. And - he got a special case for it. A fancy lock.”
Kaz almost laughed at this.There was no lock fancy enough to keep him out, save for a rare few, and locks weren’t the only way into something. Instead, he kept his features, pulling out an unused roll of parchment and holding it out to Trudie. “I want you drawing out everything you know about Kasper Brouwer’s mansion. Every speck of dust in a dark corner, every cobweb on the ceiling. Understood?”
Trudie took the parchment gingerly, like it might shatter into a billion pieces if she so much as held it wrong. “Yes, boss.” She was relieved, Kaz realized. That the conversation was over, or that he had found her information good enough to plan a heist off of?
“You’re dismissed, Trudie,” Kaz told her. “I expect those plans on my desk by tomorrow morning.” His eyes darted over the pile of papers on his desk. “And send Roeder in.”
“Yes, boss,” Trudie said again. She left the room, leaving the door wide open. Kaz glanced back down at the ledger he had been correcting only moments earlier, but now it seemed dull in comparison to the plans he was formulating. Everything seemed dull when his brain had a puzzle to figure out.
And Inej was in Ketterdam. It had been so long since she was last here, for Jesper and Wylan’s wedding, nearly six months. They had been sending letters, of course, but it wasn’t the same. She was as famous as he was these days, if not more so, and while the merchers whispered about her in fear of their own organizations being exposed, their indentures believed in her, more surely than they would in any saint.
Kaz was startled from his thoughts by someone entering the room. Roeder was there, and he was smart enough to shut the door behind him. “You wanted to see me, boss?”
Kaz set down the ledger. He would deal with Rotty’s math skills later. “Yes. What do you know about Kasper Brouwer? Would he happen to be taking a vacation to Ravka any time soon?”
Roeder’s brow furrowed. “Why would anyone go on vacation to Ravka?”
Kaz rolled his eyes. “Maybe he wants to see the huge swath of darkness that’s now turned into just a normal place? It’s becoming quite popular for pilgrimages, I’ve heard.”
“None of the merchers believe in the Saints,” Roeder responded.
Kaz shot Roeder a glare. “Then where does Brouwer vacation to? Ahmrat Jen? Djerholm? Belendt?”
Roeder shook his head. “Brouwer isn’t vacationing anywhere, boss. His family hasn’t even left Ketterdam in generations.
Kaz sighed. “Well, what does Kasper Brouwer have on his schedule?” he asked. “A weekend at the gambling dens? A dinner party with all the other merchers?”
Roeder seemed to think for a moment. “He is throwing a party for his anniversary,” he said finally. “He’s been married to his wife, Hilde, for something like thirty years. I think.”
Finally. “Excellent. What do you know about this party?”
“Hilde planned it,” Roeder replied. “She wanted a masquerade ball. Couples only. You could send me in with that pretty new bartender at the Crow Club?”
“I don’t play matchmaker for just anyone, Roeder,” Kaz responded easily.
This was going to be much more complicated than Kaz had anticipated. The party was the perfect opportunity to sneak into Brouwer’s mansion and steal the artifact - Trudie may have brought some useful information in today, but she didn’t have enough experience for him to trust her enough to nab the ring on her own.
He would have to send two members of his gang in, preferably ones that were either really good actors, or were already involved in a relationship. He didn’t like it, but he didn’t like the idea of putting himself in that kind of scenario with one of his lieutenants even more. He wasn’t immune to the way some people looked at him. The only person he could ever trust in that sort of position was Inej, and he would never ask her to do that.
Just my luck.
Kaz pulled out yet another sheet of parchment, making a mental note to get one of the lower-ranking Dregs to buy him some more. He folded up the letter and this time placed it in an envelope, sealing it with the Dregs’ stamp of the crow and cup. He handed the letter to Roeder. “Take this to the Van Eck household.”
“I’m not your messenger,” Roeder protested.
“And I’m not required to pay you,” Kaz fired back, “but I still do.”
Roeder gulped. “Yes, boss.” He left quickly before Kaz could dismiss him. Kaz glared down at his stack of papers. Slowly, he gathered them up, holding them against his chest with one arm while grabbing his cane with the other hand. It was a nice day, and he hadn’t exerted himself much physically today, so at least his leg didn’t hurt as badly as it did on some days. Most days.
The ground floor of the Slat was busy, as it always was in evenings when there wasn’t a heist going down. There was a rowdy card game going on in one corner, with little pastries being used in place of chips, and some of the newer recruits were singing a rowdy drinking song. At another table, some of the older members were having a passionate argument about something. Kaz ignored all of them, heading towards the staircase in the back of the room. He had moved his office downstairs, but he still spent most of his nights in his old rooms on the fourth floor.
He paused when he got to the door to his old rooms. It was open, and a light breeze from the window brought in the scent of smog and something coppery. But his focus wasn’t on the window, but on the person sitting on the sill.
“Inej.”
Inej slid down from where was sitting, shooting him a small smile. “That note you sent was certainly something.”
“Which note?” Kaz teased, returning the smile. “I seem to recall I’ve sent you quite a few.”
Inej laughed, the sound just as precious as the first time he had heard it. She sat down on Kaz’s bed. The attic room was small enough that Kaz could have reached out and touched her from where he had sat down at his desk, setting down his pile of papers and leaning his cane against a set of drawers. Slowly, he worked off one of his gloves.
“What trouble have you gotten into?” Inej asked.
“I think the Slat needs a makeover.”
“Oh really?”
“It’s not nearly intimidating enough.”
Kaz gently placed his discarded glove at the corner of his desk. It was almost funny, seeing his bare hand held up against the other one, still in a glove. Kaz held out his hand to Inej, and she immediately grabbed it. Immediately, the waters rose, but they had done this enough that Kaz wasn’t drowning in them anymore. Her hand was warm and familiar. Slowly, he rubbed his thumb over her skin.
“Is this okay?” he asked.
“It’s nice.” Inej sounded relaxed. At peace.
Kaz sighed. In the dim evening light, she looked beautiful. She was still wearing her sailing clothes, a loose shirt and light pants, and her hair was pulled back in a braid, though a few stray strands of hair had escaped. She had gotten taller in the two years she had been hunting slavers, and she smelled of sea air. Kaz knew they both had changed over time, hopefully for the better.
“Someone brought a heist to me,” he told her as he looked over his papers. “Apparently Brouwer has some valuable ring begging to be stolen.” Kaz noticed Inej’s concerned look. “You don’t have to worry,” he assured her. “I have spies in the Brouwer house and the heist itself isn’t nearly as complicated as stealing that DeKappel was.”
Inej squeezed his hand. He could feel her steady pulse under his fingertips. “Are you…?”
“No,” he answered. “Not at first. Jesper and Wylan will attend as guests to Brouwer’s anniversary dance. Couples only. One of them will let me in, and I’ll get to Brouwer’s fancy show room and figure out whatever lock he has on that case.”
Inej was silent for a moment. Kaz let her think, dropping a correspondence from the Harley’s Pointers from his desk to the large wastepaper basket beside it. The other gang kept trying to insist they were entitled to the Dregs’ new property where the Emerald Palace had once been, since apparently Pekka Rollins had conned them to get the money for the original building. Well, their empty coffers were their problem to solve, as far as Kaz was concerned.
“I can scout the area around Brouwer’s mansion for you,” Inej offered, “if you like. When is the party?”
“This Friday.”
Inej raised an eyebrow. “You’re going to plan a jewel heist in two days?”
Kaz gave her hand a nonchalant squeeze. “How are the seas?”
Inej hmphed. “Why do you always change the subject?”
“I spent a lot of money on that boat. I do hope you haven’t scratched it up.”
Inej laughed, and Kaz couldn’t help but smile as he glanced at her. “There it is,” he muttered.
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