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I don’t know if your requests are open, but if they are I was wondering what if hydra tried to take y/n back, and like tried to hurt her again and Wanda being scared and protective? What do you think? And Nat being her rock while they try to get y/n back if hydra takes her away again? Idk anyway I love your writing
Taken
✒ Pairings: Wanda Maximoff, Natasha Romanoff x Child!Reader (platonic)
✒ Summary: Wanda and Nat attempt to get Y/N back after she is Taken back by Hydra.
✒ Tags and Warnings: kidnapping, fighting
✒ Author's Note: This was so much fun to write, hope you enjoy!
✒ Word Count: 3750-ish
✒ Read Time: 18 minutes
Masterlist : The Package AU : Socials
“Y/N, get your stuff together, sweetie.” your teacher instructed once she hung up the phone with the main office. You were over at your desk practicing your vocabulary words with your friend Matthew, “Am I in trouble?” you wondered. Was she kicking you out? Did you do something wrong? You’ve never had to pack your bag in the middle of the day.
“No, no, of course not,” your teacher assured, “Your guardian is here to pick you up early,” she explained
“Early?” you weren’t told anything about this before you were dropped off, “Yes, she’s here now, better not to keep her waiting.” she urged.
After getting your things together you hurried to the main office to meet Wanda, or at least that’s who you were expecting. Your confusion continued when you saw Natasha waiting for you alone, “Natty? Where Mama?”
“Hi, Y/N. Oh, Wanda is just waiting for us at home, no need to worry,” she informed you with an eerily wide smile as she ushered you out of the building. Everything felt off, Nat always picked you up into her arms as soon as she saw you after camp. Maybe she was just in a hurry, so you stopped walking, “Natty, uppie?” you suggested with your arms up.
“Oh, sure come here,” she responded as she took you into her arms. The closer the two of you got to the parking lot, you could feel her rustling around in her pockets for something but you ignored it as you rested your head on her shoulder, “Guess what I learned 'bout today!” you offered, since usually, that was the first thing Nat would ask when she picked you up from camp.
“What?” she responded distractedly, not really interested in what you had to say.
“You s'posed to guess,” you urged.
“Ugh, I don’t know kid, 2+2?” she snapped back. You weren’t expecting such a negative response, usually, Natasha was so happy to see you.
“No, I a'ready know dat. I learned dat water uhm, can go from being water, uhm, den it can go into da air and up into da sky and den it comes back down when it rains from da sky. OH and when it gets cold, like really cold water turns solwid like ice and if it's raining den it’s snowing.” you explained with lots of excitement and exclaimated expressions on your face.
“Cool,” Natasha replied unimpressed. As the two of you got closer to the car and further from the school, the parking lot became more desolate. Once you were in a spot that was tucked away and out of the public eye, you noticed that she finally pulled whatever she was looking for out of her pocket.
“Natty, you ok?” you wondered if something was wrong since she seemed so off and uninterested in you.
“Hm? Oh yea, everything is fine,” she assured as you felt a stabbing pain in your left leg causing you to jolt slightly in shock, “OW! Natty, wha's dat?” almost instantly you felt your muscles relax so much that you no longer had control over them, “Na'y?” you fought out as you slumped over. Trying to focus on anything proved to be a challenge as you struggled to keep your eyes from closing. It didn’t take long before it was too much to fight and you slowly drifted away into unconsciousness in her arms.
When dismissal time rolled around, Wanda and Nat were there 5 minutes early like always. Your teacher was quite concerned to see them there waiting for you when you had already left for the day so she immediately approached the couple with a perplexed expression adorning her features, “What brings you two back here today?”
The two werent expecting to be questioned for something so mundane, “What do you mean? We’re here for Y/N, of course.” Wanda politely chuckled, hoping the teacher was just joking around.
“Y/N already left, you were were here around lunch time to pick her up for early dismissal,” Your teacher informed as she motioned towards Natasha.
Wandas, heartbeat immediately picked up as she began to dial in on her senses, “Early dismissal? This is the first time I’ve been here all day,” Natasha answered and Wanda could see that the teacher wasn’t lying, but neither was Natasha.
You began to stir slowly, thinking you were down for a nap in your bed. It wasn’t until your eyes fluttered open and you began to focus on the details around you that you noticed you were back in a cell. Once you’re fully awake, you stand up to inspect the door holding you captive. In an attempt to break out, you try to concentrate your powers and quake the door open even though didn’t have high hopes as you have never had full control of your powers, but you figured it was worth a shot. Unfortunately, your captors were one step ahead of you. Instantly you fell to the ground with an intense pain emanating from the inhibitor they had placed around your neck.
Memories from earlier quickly flooded back to the front of your mind as you quickly jolted yourself into the corner and curled your body into the fetal position. Tears began threatening to spill from your eyes as you remembered who was responsible for your trip back to the cell. Natasha. How could she do this? One of the people you trusted most just betrayed you so easily. Though, that wasn’t anything new for you, in fact, you think to yourself that you really should’ve seen it coming. It’s what they all do. Seems like no one is ever really on your side.
Your spiraling thoughts are interrupted when the door to your cell swings open and 3 people flood in. You try to fold in on yourself and become as small as you can but you're already tight-knit in the corner.
As if your vivid memories weren’t enough, Natasha Romanoff stands before you, and you see every detail in her face with your judicious eyes, “Oh good, étoile, you’re awake.”
The nickname caught your attention. Étoile? Nat never called you étoile. You haven’t heard that nickname since hydra had taken you away. Still, you stayed silent.
Noticing your silent demeanor, the women in front of you continues, “What’s the matter, y/n? Aren’t you happy to be home?”
“dis not home.” you shakenly spat out, “Where's mama?” you cried out.
Squatting down to your level, she peeled the digital cloaking device from her face and sinisterly said, “Don’t worry sweetie, mama is right here.”
You were nothing short of shocked as you saw the true face of the person that took you. To be truthful, you never expected to see your birth mother again, “Ma?” you mumbled unsure of your own eyes.
“It’s me, Étoile.” she assured, “Now be a good girl and behave while they administer your tests for the day,” she instructed.
“We go home? No Poke, please!” you cried, remembering how tortuous your experience was last time you were in a cell.
“Oh, Étoile. You are home. Don’t you understand? This is what you were made for.” she said with a cheeky grin as she waved over the 2 scientists.
Made for? You didn’t understand, you always thought that Hydra stole you away from your mother. Everything you remembered about her was positive, but you didn’t have much time to reflect before you were being tied to a chair and then poked and prodded with needles. Your mother left the cell swiftly before the process began, not to be bothered by your screams of torture.
Wanda's heart pounded in her chest as she stood in the dimly lit briefing room, empty to everyone but her and the one she called her best friend. Her hands trembled, anger and desperation fueling her determination. You, the child she had accepted wholeheartedly as her own, had been taken by Hydra, and Wanda was consumed by an overwhelming sense of fear, anguish, and guilt. How could she let this happen? She was supposed to be there to protect you.
Tears streamed down her face as she turned to Natasha, her eyes pleading for strength and support. In that moment, Natasha knew that she had to be Wanda's rock, the unwavering presence by her side, offering solace and steadfast determination.
Natasha stepped forward, her voice filled with conviction and a touch of tenderness. "Wanda, we will get Y/N back. We won't rest until she’s safe with us again. I promise you that." she assured as she took Wanda into a sturdy embrace, letting her sob into her shoulder.
Wanda pulled back once the tears began to slow and looked at Natasha, her eyes filled with gratitude and a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness. She clung to Natasha's words, finding comfort in her support. "How?"
Nat thought for a moment, “Tony’s got the team on it, once they have a lead we’ll be the first one’s out of here,” she explained, but that wasn’t good enough for Wanda, “No, I- I can’t just sit around here and do nothing.” she sobbed until it clicked, “Wait- let me try something.” she said as she took a seat and closed her eyes to focus her energy on you. The two of you had never connected from this far before but anything was worth a shot if it meant getting you back safe and sound.
Once the tests were completed, you were left in your cell alone to recover. The dimly lit, virtually windowless chamber located deep within a hidden underground facility was a chilling embodiment of Hydra’s sinister intentions and scientific pursuits. The walls are made of reinforced steel and painted in a lifeless gray color. There are no windows or openings to the outside world, reinforcing the feeling of being trapped and the cell door is heavy and secured by an electronic lock, with no visible handle from the inside. It has a small, reinforced window that allows guards to monitor the occupant. A place where the subject’s powers are studied and manipulated, and the surroundings are deliberately designed to break their spirit and hope.
The only furnishing that adorns the room consists of a worn-out mattress on the floor, a small table with a basic chair, and restraints that are attached to the bed and the chair. The table is usually cluttered with scientific instruments and notebooks. Not to mention, the air in the cell is perpetually cool, contributing to a sense of discomfort and unease.
As you’re laying there drifting in and out of sleep, you hear Wanda’s voice and immediately wonder if you’re dreaming, “Y/N, can you hear me?”
“Mama?” you answer back telepathically, “detka, oh my god, are you ok?” she was so relieved to solidify the connection with you.
“Mama, where are you? Wanna come home” you answered back, wanting nothing more than to be back at the compound with Wanda. Safe with her.
“I know sweetie, we’re going to come and get you, I promise. Are you hurt? Do you know where you are?” she tried to assure you as much as she could, maybe even believing her own words more as she said them.
You explained everything that you had gone through today and tried your hardest to describe where you were being held but you didn’t know exactly where they were holding you. As Wanda's determined thoughts intertwined with yours, she was able to take in all the information you had. In the midst of darkness, your telepathic conversation became a lifeline of hope and reassurance. Wanda's thoughts were a beacon of love, guiding you through the darkness and fear.
“It was her birth mother.” Wanda uttered to Nat in shock once she concluded the conversation with you.
With a better understanding of what they were dealing with, the two of them went to brief the team on their new findings. Everyone in the compound worked on overdrive to try and find a lead as to where you were being held. Days turned into weeks as they chased leads, infiltrated secret hideouts, and fought their way through Hydra's defenses.
Through it all, Wanda would reach out to you every day to check in, update you on their efforts, and try to provide any sense of comfort that she could and Natasha remained Wanda's constant pillar of strength, offering a reassuring presence in the face of adversity. During sleepless nights and moments of doubt, Natasha was there, holding Wanda close, reminding her that they were in this together. "We're going to bring Y/N home, Wanda. She’s our family, and nothing will stop us from finding her."
Their search for the Hydra base was a strenuous journey through a web of secrecy and deception. It began with a series of covert operations, hacking into encrypted files, and gathering intelligence from their extensive network of contacts. The leads were scarce, but their determination was unyielding.
This night, in particular, the weight of the situation finally became too much for Wanda to bear. She had retreated to her room, her heart heavy with a sense of helplessness that she had become far too familiar with from the loss of her parents and her brother, except this time, it felt different. This time, she had the chance to save you, to protect you and she just kept failing. Sitting on the edge of her bed, her hands trembling, she buried her face in her palms and let out a choked sob. The frustration, fear, and guilt that had been building inside her finally erupted in a torrent of tears.
She cried for the innocent child who had been taken, for the suffering you were going through, and for her own inability to bring you back. Her breakdown was a raw and cathartic release of emotions that she had been holding back for far too long, unintentionally expressing her powers in a way that could be felt throughout the whole compound. Instead of trying to calm her, the team thought it best for her to let it out in that moment instead, and if it got to be too much they would intervene. Truthfully, Natasha would've been right by her side in an instant if she didn't feel like she was on the cusp of important intel.
As the tears flowed, Wanda's mind raced, and in her anguish, she began to replay every detail of the situation, every piece of information they had gathered, searching for something, anything that they might have missed.
It was in this vulnerable moment, as she let herself fully feel the depth of her emotions, that a small glimmer of insight emerged. Amidst her tears, Wanda's mind began to connect the dots in a way it hadn't before. She realized that the clues they had gathered pointed to a location they hadn't considered – a place that she had heard whispers about during her time at Hydra but had never been to herself.
Wanda's breathing steadied as she wiped away her tears, her mind now focused and clear. She knew what needed to be done. Without wasting another moment, she rushed downstairs to find Natasha
Meanwhile, Natasha managed to intercept a coded message from an anonymous source containing coordinates and a cryptic message that hinted at Hydra's involvement in a desolate region.
As Wanda rounded the corner to the lab, the two of them locked eyes and from the look on each other's faces, they could both tell that they shared a similar realization, "She's in Norway!" They both shouted in unison, "How do you know?" Wanda questioned, wondering what led Nat to the realization, "Come, look at this," Nat waved her over to show her the intel she had intercepted.
Without hesitation, Wanda and Natasha gathered the team to follow this lead, their hope renewed by the prospect of finally locating the hidden base.
The coordinates led them to a remote forested area far away from populated regions in Norway. As they cautiously ventured deeper into the wilderness, they discovered signs of recent human activity that didn't match the surrounding environment. A faint humming sound filled the air, a sign of advanced technology hidden beneath the surface.
Using their combined skills, Natasha and Tony uncovered a concealed entrance to an underground facility. The entrance was camouflaged to blend seamlessly with the natural landscape, a tactic Hydra often employed to evade detection. The two Avengers shared a knowing glance, their determination solidified as they realized they were closing in on their target.
With stealth and caution, the team navigated through the dimly lit corridors of the underground base. The air was heavy with tension, the walls seemingly holding the secrets of Hydra's sinister operations. As they approached a heavily guarded door, Wanda’s telepathic connection proved invaluable as she sensed the presence of minds within, confirming that they were on the right track.
Tony's hacking skills came into play as he disabled security measures, allowing them to breach the inner chambers of the base. What they discovered left them both horrified and fueled their determination further. Among the confidential documents and experimentation records, they found references to you, confirming some of their worst fears.
“This is it, I know it.” Wanda confirmed, feeling it in her gut that you weren’t far.
Once they breached the main door, there were several hallways that led in different directions, so they set off in smaller groups to cover ground.
In the dimly lit corridors of the Hydra base, Wanda and Natasha's hearts pounded in unison. Their steps were silent, every movement calculated to avoid detection while they closed in on your location. As they turned a corner, they encountered a group of Hydra operatives standing guard outside a reinforced door. Wanda raised her hand slightly, gesturing for Natasha to stand back.
Wanda’s telepathic powers allowed them to communicate silently, sharing a plan without a word spoken. Natasha nodded in agreement, her eyes narrowing with determination. With a focused look, Wanda unleashed her telekinetic powers, sending nearby metal pipes hurtling toward the operatives. The clang of metal striking metal echoed through the corridor as chaos erupted.
Startled by the sudden assault, the operatives scrambled to defend themselves, drawing their weapons in an attempt to fight back. On cue, Natasha emerged from the shadows, her movements a blur of precise strikes and calculated maneuvers. She incapacitated one after another with her lethal grace, using her combat skills to disarm and disable the threat swiftly.
Wanda's crimson energy flared as she repelled bullets and incoming attacks with a deft wave of her hand. The walls themselves seemed to respond to her power, creating barriers and distractions that kept the Hydra agents off balance. As she engaged in the battle, her mind remained focused on the task at hand: reaching you before it was too late.
The sound of a distant alarm reverberated through the corridors, signaling the base's heightened state of alert. Wanda's determination burned brighter, her powers intensifying as she fought to clear a path toward your cell. Natasha's acrobatic maneuvers and sharpshooting skills cleared the way ahead, allowing Wanda to push forward without hesitation.
As they breached the inner chambers of the base, they confronted a larger group of Hydra operatives led by Brock Rumlow. The stakes were higher, but Wanda and Natasha's resolve remained unshaken. Wanda's hands glowed with raw energy, her telekinesis and telepathy intertwining in a symphony of power that left Hydra agents disoriented and vulnerable.
Natasha's movements were a fluid dance of combat expertise, as she used her environment to her advantage. She disarmed opponents with precision, her strikes quick and lethal. With every enemy she incapacitated, her gaze remained locked on Rumlow, their silent exchange a testament to the intensity of the battle.
Amidst the chaos, Rumlow's laughter rang out, confident that his forces would overcome the duo. But he underestimated the strength of their bond and the depth of their love for you. As the battle raged on, Wanda's emotions ignited her powers to unprecedented heights, causing the very walls of the hideout to tremble.
With a fierce cry, Wanda sent a wave of energy surging towards Rumlow, disorienting him long enough for Natasha to close the distance. Their combined assault was relentless, their every move coordinated and precise. In a final, climactic clash, Wanda's telekinetic force collided with Natasha's formidable combat skills, overwhelming Rumlow's defenses.
As the dust settled, the once menacing Hydra operatives lay defeated on the ground, and Rumlow himself was immobilized. Wanda and Natasha shared a moment of exhaustion and triumph, their breaths labored and their bodies battered from the intense battle. But their relief was short-lived, as their focus turned towards the reinforced door that separated them from you.
With a shared nod of persistence, they approached the door, and Wanda shattered the barrier with her powers, revealing your cell. The sight of you, fragile and weak, ignited a plethora of emotions within them.
As they reunited with you, tears of joy streamed down Wanda's face. She quickly scooped you into her arms, holding you tightly, apologizing profusely, and promising to protect you from any harm. You clung to her as tightly as you could, still slightly out of it from all of the physical torment you've been through but her presence was enough to soothe you. Beside her, Natasha's eyes filled with unshed tears, a silent testament to their shared triumph and unyielding love for you. You were so happy to see Wanda, feeling like you could finally relax again in her arms.
In that moment, as they held you close, Wanda knew that she owed a debt of gratitude to Natasha. She had been her guiding light, her unwavering support, throughout the harrowing fight to get you back. They had fought side by side, risking everything for the sake of their family.
Once they were safely out of the base and back onto the jet, Wanda looked at Natasha, her voice filled with love and gratitude. "Nat, you've been my rock through all of this. I-I really couldn't have done it without you.” she said sincerely as you layed asleep in her lap, “Thank you for always being there, for fighting alongside me, and for reminding me of the strength we have together."
Natasha's eyes softened, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she gently puts her arm around Wanda, "Wanda, we're a team. We always have been, and always will be. Y/N is our family, and we'll do whatever it takes to keep her safe."
Natasha's words hung in the air, a powerful reminder of their shared commitment to you and maybe even each other. Wanda met Natasha's gaze, her heart pounding in her chest as the intensity of the moment settled between them. There was a noticeable connection, a current of unspoken emotions that surged between them, binding them even closer together.
In that charged moment, Wanda's hesitation melted away. She leaned in without another thought, her lips finding Natasha's in a gentle and tender kiss. It was a kiss that held years of unspoken feelings, a culmination of shared experiences, and the promise of a future filled with love and support. The world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them in that moment of intimacy and vulnerability.
Once Wanda's inner anxiety caught up to her, she abruptly pulled away, "I-I'm sorry," she blurted out so afraid that she had just ruined one of the best things in her life.
Natasha's fingers brushed against Wanda's cheek, her touch gentle and reassuring, guiding her to meet her gaze "Wanda," she whispered, her voice a soft murmur that sent shivers down Wanda's spine. "I've been waiting for this moment for a long time."
Wanda smiled, a mixture of emotions flooding her senses – happiness, relief, and a deep sense of rightness. "Me too."
Their lips met again, this time with a hunger born of years of suppressed emotions. The kiss was deeper, and more passionate, as if they were pouring all their unspoken words and desires into the connection between them. It was a kiss that spoke of understanding, acceptance, and the promise of a love that had always been there, just waiting to be acknowledged.
As they pulled away, their foreheads still resting against each other, Wanda felt a sense of completeness that she had never experienced before. She had found not only a partner in Natasha but a kindred spirit, someone who understood the complexities of her heart and the depth of her emotions. And in that moment, as they sat in the aftermath of their kiss, Wanda knew that their journey together was just beginning and for the first time in her life, she felt excited to see what her future would hold with her chosen family.
Once you all returned to the safety of the Avengers compound, the atmosphere was a mixture of relief, exhaustion, and an overwhelming sense of triumph. They had faced down Hydra, rescued you, and emerged from the battle victorious. But the emotional toll of the ordeal was palpable, especially for you who had endured the trauma of being captured by the enemy. It took about a week once you arrived home to be discharged from medical.
Wanda and Natasha’s first priority was ensuring your physical and emotional well-being. They took their time comforting you, understanding that the scars of the experience would take time to heal. As much as they wanted to explore this new chapter in their own relationship, they both agreed that you came first. Once things felt normal again, Nat already had a special date planned in her head.
Until then, Wanda used her powers to create a warm and comforting environment, conjuring a soothing atmosphere that helped you feel at ease. You spent hours in the living area, surrounded by blankets and soft lighting, engaging in gentle activities that would help you transition back to a sense of normalcy. You played games, shared stories, and simply enjoyed each other's company.
However, the effects of the traumatizing experience couldn't be ignored. your sleep became troubled by nightmares again, and both Wanda and Natasha tried to take turns staying by your side, offering comfort and security during the dark hours, but you only wanted Wanda. It was hard for you to look at Nat the same after she kidnapped you. Even though you knew it wasn’t actually her, you were still having a hard time feeling comfortable with her.
This gutted Natasha, every time you shied away from her or asked for Wanda instead. She was worried that she had lost you forever and things would never go back to normal, but Wanda was there to assure her that it would just take you some time.
As days turned into weeks, the wounds of the past began to mend. With their loving guidance, your smiles returned, your laughter grew more genuine, and the light in your eyes rekindled. You engaged in activities that brought joy, like exploring the compound's gardens, conducting science experiments with Peter, and even embarking on imaginative adventures that only a child's mind could conceive.
One night after a long day with Wanda, the three of you had decided to watch a movie before bed and instead of sitting on the end next to Wanda, you climbed in the middle of Wanda and Nat, snuggling up to them while the movie played. That small action meant the world to Natasha, as she could finally see things were getting back to normal.
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Hi! Random question. How do you think Max would react to Spencer getting a haircut?
Hello anon!! I love these hypotheticals! So Season 15 Spencer is definitely one of the "out of control fluffy hair" seasons - when you say haircut I'm picturing like a return to something like his boyband era or season 7/9 hair lol, so I think Max would be totally shocked at first; it's simply so like him to not mention anything beforehand then just turn up at her door looking like a whole new man
From the few glimpses we got of Max I also think she'd have some sort of witty remark at first ("Oh, sorry, I was expecting my boyfriend," or "Please tell me you didn't get gum stuck in your hair"), which naturally would send Spencer panicking before she gently reassured him that no, no, she loves it and it looks great, and would he mind terribly bending down so she can run her hands through it? And if that turns into a make-out session on the couch so she can feel the difference when she tries to tug on it, well, neither one of them would be too mad about it.
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might be a bit weird ask. but. fully knowing it’s not my business and respecting these two people. do you know if shields and ellie are dating
Yes, Ellie and Shields are currently dating. I believe they got together during Bank Robbery
#I actually didn't even know they were together until lockdown#bry did an instagram live during the goes wrong along#and shields was her guest and then ellie popped in behind him#and I was like oh they live together??#but other people apparently knew way before me#I just personally don't usually keep track haha#but yes from recent photos it seems like they are still together#ellie morris#henry shields#mischief theatre#mischief comedy#mischief cast#anon ask#answering asks in the palace
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32 33 44 50 FOR the beautiful and glorious Miss Mara 💍
Awww!!! Thank you, Bry!!! :')
32. Is Shepard the type to give speeches?
I don't think she likes to; she's thoughtful and emotional, but for most of her life she's been a solitary and secretive person, so she isn't the best at communicating her thoughts and feelings.
She didn't have a choice but to improve her communication and public speaking skills after becoming captain of the Normandy, but even by the end of Mass Effect 3 it's still not something she's entirely comfortable with.
She feels nervous when she gives speeches, but she's good at hiding it.
33. What does the council think of their first human spectre?
I answered this question in this ask! :)
44. Does collateral damage matter to Shepard?
It does, yes. She tries to avoid collateral damage at all costs. When something goes wrong, and someone gets hurt as a result, it pains her greatly. She'll spend months, sometimes years, after an incident thinking about what she could have done differently to prevent it; even when she's concluded the answer's 'nothing'.
50. What was the last thing (non-email) Shepard read?
I answered this question too, in this ask! :) However, I can expand on it by saying that Mara's also very interested in cultures and religions other than her own, especially those of her teammates; she read a translation of the Justicar Code after recruiting Samara, and translations of drell religious texts after befriending Thane, as examples.
Link to ask meme.
Previous asks: 1, 2, 3.
#thank you again bry!!!#these were tough questions but i enjoyed answering them#i'm sorry it took me until now!!! you know how it is working full time lol#mara#ask meme
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if there will be a makeup segment who do you think he could ask for it?
#i would have said zoe#but she's busy with ottie so who then?#who is or was in london or near by for the last 2-4 month?#i mean they can always have louise#but that's not really special since she and phil collabbed not long ago#i mean Anthony was in london#did mykie come with him??#because if yes then she is the answer#if no then idk#only dnp all by themselves#bry won't do it#sophie and pj have other job with this series#unless they can multitask#i can't think of any other old gang member who could be a special guest for us#anyway. rant over#dd#abigail was brought to my attention
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From a certain one eyed windy boi
@the-grumpy-guard
"Bry dear, how often have I teased you?"
#on target (ic)#asked and answered#she knows Bry's weakness lays with thicc thighs and feet#the grumpy guard
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i am going to destroy bry for the ask they just sent me, SCREAMS
#･ †▐░▒ a meek human with to much power in her hands ╱ ooc ･#does anyone want a twin? you can get a free twin here bry is getting disowned for this#SCREAMS I CAN'T BELIEVE THEM SFJHSFHJFS#AAAAAAAAAA#i cannot wait to answer it but holy C R A P#YELLS AGAIN#i wondered why bry was smiling as i sore them typing something and i'm#this is going to hurt so much this ask when i get to it#i'm so sorry in advance y'all#･ †▐░▒ weakness shall be overthrown ╱ delete ･
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When are we gonna get a new chapter of Don’t Beat the Heat?
When it’s written 😭😭😭
#I’m just kidding#probably this weekend#I started it last night#but if u wanna ask the dudes some questions via fake!bry*nst*rs#message me#lmao#harley answers#can’t beat the heat
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Hi so for the package AU from the prompt list you just reblogged can you write 29 and 8? for wanda and y/N? pleasE? also ily and i hope you have a great day
Invasion
✒ Pairings: WandaNat x child!Reader (platonic)
✒ Summary: What happens the first time Y/N gets hurt in Wanda’s care? - with prompt dialogues
29. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."
8. "Are you hurt?"
✒ Tags and Warnings: gunshot wound, invasion
✒ Author's Note: So sorry for the wait, I basically rewrote the events of this twice.
✒ Word Count: 2483
✒ Read Time: 12 minutes
Masterlist : Socials
The Avengers compound hummed with activity as the team prepared for an important mission. The team was tasked with thwarting an imminent threat from a nefarious group seeking to exploit a powerful artifact. As the team gathered their gear and reviewed their plans, you watched with wide-eyed fascination. You wanted nothing more than to be part of the action, like your superhero guardians.
Wanda crouched down to your eye level. "Remember, sweetie, this mission is too dangerous for you. You'll stay here with Nat," she said, her voice filled with motherly concern as she saw the sparkle in your eye as you fantasized about being with the team.
You pouted but reluctantly nodded. You understood the dangers, but that didn't stop you from feeling left out. "Okay, Mama."
The mission was set to begin at sunset. As the Avengers geared up and made their final preparations, you watched from the sidelines. Wanda and Nat had promised to keep you safe, and they both took that promise seriously.
With a heavy heart, Wanda glanced at you. "I know you're disappointed, love, but I need you to stay here. It's just too risky for you."
Your big, innocent eyes filled with tears. You understood the need for safety, but your heart ached to be with your beloved Mama. "I'm scared, Mama." you mumbled out barely above a whisper.
Wanda's heart clenched at the vulnerability in your voice. She knelt down and hugged you tightly. "I promise Nat will protect you, Y/N. Nothing will happen to you, I swear."
“Not me, you.” You explained. You had no reason to worry about your own safety, but Wanda was going on a grave mission, you couldn’t help but worry that something may happen.
“Me? Detka, I’ll be ok. We all have each other’s back.” Wanda assured you, she hadn’t even thought about her own safety to be frank, too busy worrying about how you would react to being without her. Though, maybe that’s what motherhood is all about, always putting your child first. Their feelings, their happiness, and their safety.
“Pwomise?” you wondered looking up at Wanda with doe wide eyes and pure innocence.
“I promise that I will do everything in my power to come home to you safe and sound.” She clarified. Even though unlikely, Wanda couldn't bring herself to make a promise she didn’t have the full power to keep. There was always a chance something could happen to her in missions like these and you both knew it.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, the Avengers embarked on their mission. You and Nat standing by watching them depart, your small hand tightly gripping Nataha’s. The compound felt empty and eerily quiet without the usual banter and laughter of the team.
Hours passed, and the tension in the compound grew palpable. Nat kept one eye on the security feeds, monitoring the team's progress. Unable to sleep, you pushed any hesitation you still harbored for Nat aside as you clung to her side like a lifeline. The minutes stretched into hours as you tried to find comfort in your stuffed animal and Natasha’s closeness.
Taking Natasha’s attention away from monitoring the team, an emergency alert blared through the compound. Her heart skipped a beat as she read the message: " Multiple intruders detected. High Alert. Seek safety immediately."
Normally this wouldn’t phase Natasha, but with you to protect, fear gripped her nervous system, and she scooped you into her arms. "Stay close, kid. We need to go to the safe room." With you in tow, she rushed through the corridors, heart pounding with dread. Her first priority was getting you to safety, “How many are we looking at FRIDAY?” she said aloud to the Artificial Assistant.
“I count 7 armed soldiers and 2 unarmed, Miss Romanoff. Would you like me to deploy the nano recon drones for more real-time data of the base?” FRIDAY responded with limited emotion in her voice.
“Deploy the recons and the defense droids, and notify Fury!” she demanded as continued to rush you to safety. On the verge of tears, you waverly spoke, “Natty? What noise is dat?”
“We just need to go to the safe room, Y/N. Someone is here,” she explained as she tactically rushed you across the compound.
You wanted to ask who, but soon enough, you couldn't hold back your tears anymore. The loud noise, the frantic state that Nat was in, and the lack of Wanda all came crashing over you. Even when Natasha seemingly kept her cool as she checked corners and cleared hallways before ushering you along, you could tell that something was very wrong.
“Shhh, everything is going to be okay, I’m not going to let anything happen to you, ok?” Nat tried to reassure you but your tears continued to fall.
Once you got to the safe room, Natasha instructed you not to let anyone else in, no matter who they said they were and to be as silent as you could, before rushing back out to take control back of the building.
“Any idea on what their play is here?” she questioned FRIDAY, trying to put the pieces together, as she left you to gather the weapons she needed to take on such a group. There was nothing on the radar that would’ve led the team to foresee this event happening. Especially now, when everyone is away.
“Intent is Unknown,” FRIDAY informed.
Was that it? Everyone is away, in fact, everything they’d been following for the last 2 months pointed toward this weekend in Glasgow. Was it a distraction?
Pulled from her thoughts, Tony’s name came buzzing through her phone. “Romanoff,” Nat greeted like any other phone call as if she wasn’t in the middle of a dire situation.
“Nat, everything ok there? I’m seeing alerts come through.” Tony queried, optimistically hoping something may have unintentionally triggered the alarms, even though he had taken extra precautions to block unintentional triggers.
“Here? Oh yeah, everything is great. You know, except the gang of at least 9 trying to take over the compound. Peachy, really.” Nat sarcastically replied, she wasn’t upset with Tony, but it was one of her coping mechanisms in times like this, “How’s everything in your neck of the woods?” she wondered, trying to see if her theory had any ground.
“Surprisingly quiet. I’m sending you some help,” Tony said as he deployed suits and more equipment to help fight alongside Natasha.
“Thanks, I have a feeling Glasgow was a distraction,” she uttered as she marched toward the invaders.
Amidst the dimly lit corridors of the Avengers' high-tech compound, The Black Widow stood alone. The emergency alarms blared in the background, casting eerie crimson lights that danced across her sleek black suit. The once-peaceful sanctuary had been infiltrated by a group of highly trained armed guards, and Natasha was the last line of defense.
“Hey, Fellas!” Nat cheekily shouted towards them
The guards, clad in tactical gear and armed to the teeth, advanced on Natasha with cold determination. They moved in unison, their footsteps echoing ominously against the cold, metallic floors. Natasha could hear their synchronized breaths, a chilling reminder that she was outnumbered.
With a flick of her wrist, Natasha activated her Widow's Bite, sending electrifying shocks coursing through her fingertips. The room's lights momentarily flickered, casting eerie shadows as her attackers closed in.
The first guard lunged forward, wielding a baton. Natasha sidestepped his attack with grace, her movements fluid as water. She delivered a swift kick to his chest, sending him crashing into his comrades.
A second guard opened fire with an assault rifle, spraying bullets in Natasha's direction. She rolled behind a nearby pillar, bullets whizzing past her. Her keen reflexes and agility kept her one step ahead of the deadly hail of gunfire.
From the shadows, she launched a pair of electrified Widow's Bite disks. They struck two guards, incapacitating them instantly. The room was filled with the acrid smell of burnt fabric as their uniforms smoked.
Amidst the chaos of the compound invasion, as Natasha fought valiantly to protect their home, a sudden surge of determination welled up within you. Being safely tucked away in the secure room, you could hear the sounds of the struggle outside and it gnawed at you, filling your mind with a mixture of fear and courage. What if something happened to Nat? You could prevent it.
With small, trembling hands, you pushed open the heavy door of the safe room. Your heart pounding in your chest as you took hesitant steps toward the fray. You watched Natasha, in her awe-inspiring Black Widow suit, fighting against the row of heavily armed intruders with incredible skill.
Then, You watched her take some punches and you couldn't just stand there. You have powers too, powers you’re still learning to control. With a deep breath, you focused your thoughts, trying to remember what Wanda had taught you about harnessing your abilities.
As the guards closed in on Natasha, your eyes glowed with a faint, cyan hue. Your small hands extended outward, palms out, and concentrated. Vibratory waves emanated from your palm, a powerful force that rippled through the air like invisible shockwaves.
The sudden disturbance caught the invaders off guard. Staggering and stumbling back, their weapons falling from their hands as they tried to maintain their balance. Natasha seized the opportunity, delivering swift and precise blows to disarm them.
But in your determination to help, you had left yourself vulnerable. One of the guards managed to regain his composure and, in a desperate act, fired his weapon in your direction. The shot rang out, and a searing pain lanced through your left shoulder.
Before Natasha could even catch sight of the bullet, you were on the ground crying in pain. Both Tony’s drone and Natasha swiftly subdued the last of the guards and she rushed to your side. Her heart ached with worry as she gently cradled you in her arms.
As soon as the bullet made impact, Wanda could sense that something wasn’t right, even from miles away. It was as though an invisible thread had been pulled taut, stretching across the miles that separated you. Her brow furrowed in concern as she continued to sense that something was terribly wrong back at the compound. She couldn't put her finger on it, but her maternal instincts told her that you were in danger.
Wanda began running through every option she has to get to you. Would using her powers be faster? What if she used her powers on the jet, could she make it go quicker without overloading the engines?
After weighing her options, she went with the latter. The team had already reversed course once they discovered it was a set up, “Hang on tight,” she said before supercharging the engines.
“Wanda, what are you doing?” Clint managed to get out as he was smushed against his seat from the G-Force.
“Y/N is hurt. I can feel it.”
When she finally arrived at the compound, her fears were realized. The sight that greeted her was both heart-wrenching and heartwarming. She found Natasha cradling you in her arms, your face contorted in pain but also displaying a remarkable resilience.
Wanda rushed to your side, her eyes filled with concern. "Y/N! Natasha!" she exclaimed, her voice trembling. She knelt beside you, “Are you hurt?” she frantically asked, her hands glowing with a soft, soothing light as she assessed the extent of your injuries.
Natasha looked up, relief washing over her features as she saw Wanda. "Wanda, i’m sorry, i- i’m so sorry, i put her in the safe room and she tried to help-," Natasha explained, her voice laced with fear of wandas wrath and admiration for your bravery. "She used her powers to protect us, but she got hurt in the process."
“Mama, miss you!” you gasped through clenched teeth.
Wanda's heart swelled with a mixture of pride and concern as she looked down at you. Gently stroking your forehead, she used her powers to ease the pain. "You're so brave, little one," she whispered, her eyes filled with tears. "I'm here now, and I'll make sure you're okay."
Though clearly in pain, you managed a weak but heartfelt smile as you looked up at Wanda.
Even though Wanda was upset that you were caught in the crossfire, she couldn’t blame Natasha. She understood that Natasha, like herself, cares deeply for your well-being and did everything in her power to protect you during the invasion. The priority for both of them was getting you fixed up.
Wanda paced nervously alongside Natasha in the compound's infirmary while you lay on a medical bed, receiving treatment for the gunshot wound.
Natasha reached out to gently place a hand on Wanda's shoulder. "She's going to be okay, Wanda. The doctors are doing everything they can."
Wanda nodded, but her brow was furrowed with concern. "I know, Nat. I just can't believe she came out of that safe room. She's so young, and she shouldn't have been in danger."
Natasha sighed, understanding Wanda's anxiety. "I get it, Wanda. I tried to keep her safe, but she's got that Stark stubbornness, you know? She was determined to help."
Wanda looked at Natasha with a mix of gratitude and worry. "I appreciate that you were here to protect her, I just wish it was different, I wish I had been here, we should have been more careful. She's just a child."
Natasha nodded in agreement. "You're right, Wanda. We should have been more careful about sending everyone on a wild goose chase. But you know how determined she can be. She wanted to help because she’s seen you and me doing what we do."
Wanda sighed, her shoulders slumping with fatigue and relief. "I know, and I'm proud of her courage, but I, I just hate to see her in danger like this. She can’t take after us, I never want her to be in danger again."
Natasha squeezed Wanda's shoulder reassuringly. "We'll keep her safe, Wanda. We're a team, remember? And we'll make sure she knows the importance of staying out of harm's way."
Wanda finally met Natasha's gaze, and there was a softness in her eyes. "Thank you, Nat, for protecting her. I don't know what I would have done if something had happened to her."
Natasha smiled gently. "We're her family, Wanda. We'll always do whatever it takes to keep her safe." she noted as she enveloped Wanda in a comforting embrace. Sinking into the hug, Wanda clung to Nat as she buried her face into her neck and relaxed into the arms of her lover.
As they continued to watch over your recovery, the couple knew that they would need to work together to ensure a balance between protecting the child they loved and nurturing your independence and bravery.
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remote consults behind enemy lines [kinktober 2023: formal wear…and role play(?)]
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Placement: 2020, during the filming of Loki Season 1
Summary: You casually reveal that you consulted on costume design for another supersuit, leading to an unexpected reaction from your boyfriend
Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader
Word Count: 1.9k
Warnings: 18+ | smut (minors & pearl clutchers, don't u dare even try me); kinda public sex; unprotected p in v; role play; clothed sex; language [let me know if i missed anything!]
Things to be aware of: established relationship; Reader's wearing a dress; Tom's wearing Loki's coronation armor; mango namedrop (i couldn't resist 🤣)
This was absolute torture in the most devilishly delicious way. Sitting in front of the monitor and watching your boyfriend acting out a scene wherein Loki was about to step in to the role of Crown Prince of Asgard because Thor had "gone missing" due to one of the god's shenanigans turning his brother into a literal frog, wearing the very costume that had the internet running amok with how it made certain parts of him so prominently shaped that Marvel's considerably lower budget back then had to make room for extra editing to keep the final cut family friendly.
You never thought the day would come that you would see him in that costume just mere feet away from you. And to have him take on that majestic stance with his feet shoulder width apart and arms outstretched as he basked in the applause and praise that the people of Asgard were showering him with?
"Fucking end me," you muttered as soon as Kate yelled for them to cut the cameras.
"Okay now I get why they needed the extra CGI budget for that bulge fucking Christ on a crutch," Bryan commented, lightly nudging at your shoulder to snap you out and stop you from shamelessly staring. "Why madam, should I go get you a paper towel or something for that bit of drool at the corner of your mouth?"
"Better get one for yourself as well, Bry. Now stop ogling my boyfriend before I get tempted to check if those prop daggers have any stab in them."
He gave you a playful scandalized look before walking away, making a big show of wiping his sleeve at the corner of his mouth to get a laugh out of you.
You turned back to face the monitor, only to have your face inches away from the 'fabled mango' that had a rather large corner of the internet in absolute shambles whenever a picture would be released that had it in plain view. Your eyes traveled upwards until they met with Tom's ocean blue ones, your boyfriend greeting you with a wide smile and a wicked gleam in his eyes that he was barely trying to keep contained.
"I suggest you take a step back unless you're fully prepared to give all our colleagues a show," you warned him, starting to mirror the expression on his face.
"But this is such an enticing view, sweetheart, why would I want to give it up?" he shot back, fingertips lightly tracing along your jawline. "And I highly doubt that you're fully prepared to give our colleagues a show."
You only responded to him by slowly running your tongue across the top row of your teeth. "Are you sure about that, sweetie?" That made him take a step back, causing you to break out into a wide grin and scrunching your nose at him. "So how's the costume feel?" you asked him while you two walked toward his trailer.
"Surprised it still fits, if I'm being honest," he answered you with a slight laugh. "Actually it might…fit a little better than it did a decade ago."
"Ooh, good you're still here." You both gave Kate a small wave as she jogged up to you. "I was about to tell you to make your way to Costuming to see if you needed any adjustments. Looks like you read my mind." She gave a quick look at your now joint hands, Tom hooking his finger around one of yours. "Y/N, I'm sure you can handle any adjustments he'll need so you two can go and work on that while we're setting up for the shot with the prop frog. And in case you two wanna say hi, Chris will be here today to record his lines as Frog Thor."
As if on cue, you heard a booming voice from several yards away. "Hi, Brother! Hi, tiny terror! Am I gonna be an uncle yet??"
"Not yet, Chris!" you both hollered back at him, making the Australian wave his hand in a jokingly dismissive manner at you before stepping in to the ADR area.
"There is something new about this costume now that I quite like," Tom spoke up again when you were just outside his trailer. "When I first had it, the inner layer under the metalwork used to be just one piece, like a bodysuit. Made it a whole affair just to go to the bathroom. Now it's a shirt and trousers setup and has a suspender mechanism worked into the metal to secure the bottom half in place. Made my day much easier."
"Well you're very welcome, sweetie," you responded absentmindedly, closing the trailer door.
"This was your work, goddess?"
"Uhm...yeah. I did some remote consultation last year for another superhero costume. The actor's main concern was how he'd pee while wearing the thing, so I drew up some sketches, made his suit a bit modular. But it was gonna be a conflict of interest if they got me for costume design considering my involvement with Marvel, so we minimized my work to justify not including my name in the credits."
You let out a tiny yelp feeling him walk behind you, arms wrapping around your waist as his nose traced a line from your collarbone to your ear. "Hmm…conflict of interest? So DC, then?" he rasped, nipping at your earlobe.
"Uh huh," you answered him breathlessly, leaning in to his embrace. "What I learned making the sketches for the Batsuit, I adapted into the adjustments for your costumes."
Something in the air shifted once the words left your mouth. His hold on you shifted into what almost felt…possessive. "Precious little mortal." The growl in his voice had you growing weaker in his arms. "Consulting behind enemy lines. For the man that I knew for a fact once held your attention so…fervently."
"Why sweetie, are you--Are you jealous? It was a college crush, and a light one at that." You turned in his arms to pull him into a quick kiss that quickly became heated, his hands moving to the backs of your thighs to lift you off your feet and press you against the wall of his trailer's tight entryway.
"It should matter not, so long as you remember that you are mine," he murmured against your lips, securing your body against the wall before moving to undo the suspenders under the metal armor by his hips. "Do you know what I particularly enjoy about your modifications, sweet Y/N?"
You shook your head at him, feeling your arousal pooling between your legs as he smirked at you, hearing the snap of the suspenders from underneath the armor coming off.
"Ease of access," he said simply, shuffling his pants down his thighs and freeing his quickly hardening length. His smirk widened into a devilish grin when he slipped his hand between your legs to find nearly drenched panties. "So gloriously eager…" he teased, moving the fabric to the side.
A high-pitched moan slipped from your lips when he eased his way into you, inch by torturous inch, in shallow thrusts. "Tom, sweetie I--"
"Thomas isn't here right now, pet."
Oh God. Oh fuck. "Loki?!"
"Such a clever little mortal," he grunted, starting to move in shallow thrusts, the tip of his cock easily brushing against a spot deep inside you that had you seeing stars especially from this angle. "Tell me you're mine." He let out a staggered breath, groaning into the crook of your neck as your warmth surrounded him. "T-Tell me who this gloriously tight p-perfect little quim belongs to."
"Y-You--oh f-fuck!" you told him shakily. "I belong to you. I'm yours, I'm all yours."
Obscene moans bounced off the walls of his trailer as he bit and sucked at your neck, working his hand between your bodies to rub tight circles on your clit. "Louder, darling. Say my name. Scream it. Let everyone who dares listen know that only I may claim you like this."
Your body started to shake with how hard your climax hit you, your walls fluttering and clenching around him while you let out a guttural scream of "LOKI!" that might've scratched your throat halfway raw. Before you could say it again, he slanted his mouth over yours, muffling both your screams in a heated kiss that felt rife with desperation as you felt his release starting to fill you, his hips jerking in a staggered rhythm.
It barely crossed your mind that this might get you into a heaping pile of trouble. That you might have just put your job at stake for a quickie with your boyfriend. He broke the kiss with a slight gasp, kissing a path from your cheek down to your neck while you both took deep breaths coming down from your high.
When you heard his breaths grow softer you wrapped your arms around his shoulder and upper back, lightly stroking his hair before you tried to talk, the intensity of the last few minutes still having you struggling to form any coherent words. "Tom?"
You felt a slight wave of relief when he answered you softly. "Yes, goddess?"
"Look at me, sweetie." You pressed a soft kiss to his temple before he pulled away from your neck, nearly blacked out eyes meeting your own. "I love you. Only you." Your hands went to frame his face, thumbs tracing along the lines of his cheekbones. "I don't think I'll ever…No one else could ever--"
Before you could say anything else, he leaned in to cut you off with a kiss, the rest of the words you struggled to say dying off with a whimper at the back of your throat. You still couldn't find it in you to say them anyway. You're it for me. You're the last man I'm gonna love. There won't be an 'after you'.
"You know that, right?" you murmured against his lips, settling for those words instead.
"I do." He quickly stole another kiss from you before continuing, "Some days it just gets to me. The thought that someday someone might--"
"That will never happen." You crossed your hands behind his neck, pulling him close enough that he could rest his forehead on yours. "Sorry to be the bearer of bad news but you're kinda stuck with me, sweetie."
"I may want to get that in writing one of these days," he shot back, his hands lightly grasping your sides before he pressed your bodies even closer together, if such a feat were even possible. "And if anything, you're stuck with me. There's no version of my future that I could ever see that doesn't have you with me."
He started to move inside you again, leaving you no choice but to process his words later, his hips moving in long, slow thrusts that had you feeling every devastating inch of him. "Again?" you whimpered breathlessly.
"You should know me well enough by now, goddess," he whispered, a devilish smile gracing his features and searing an image so erotically charged into your memory. "Once is never enough."
That was the day you agreed that quickies would never be an option again moving forward.
A/N: Another Kinktober 2023 story in the bag! Wait hold on…if I knocked out two prompts in this (kinda sorta), does this mean I only have 2 more to go before I get my initial goal or are y'all gonna absolutely snipe me ded if I pull that technicality? 🤣
I know I said 'bath/shower' with Magnus was next but I parallel-wrote that with this and this one got the banging out first while the other still has me blocked because smut is just…it's not my strong suit okay--it takes me 5-7 business days to get it done 🥴 Currently parallel writing that and the Conrad piece for 'slow & soft' and the President Loki piece for 'fingering' all at the same time so only time will tell which one of them will go up next 🫡
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« INTRO: AWAKEN TO (YOUR)SELF »
A BEGINNERS GUIDE TO ALL THINGS CONSCIOUSNESS
This blog used to be a journal in the process of self realization of it's creator but has yet turned out to be a collection of sources and information guiding you too on your way back to your true Being. It all started with the question: “Who are you really?” and the realization that reality is not what it seems. I'm at a point now where I do not follow any teachings or concepts anymore nor did I consent in strictly deviding law of assumption from non dualism in the past. Nowadays, I see myself as an advocate for Self-realization. That being said, I really want to distance myself from any "new age manifestation/law of assumption" (do this to get xyz) teachings practised on youtube or tiktok.
I did create my own content in the past but stopped because there is nothing new to say and my understanding has deepened. Posts and annotations written by me are easily recognisable by my typical colour code, which is obviously displayed here. I only answer questions for understanding or clarification, guidelines here.
HOW TO START
Advaita Vendata (Non Dualism): an Introduction
Core of non dual understanding
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If everything is consciousness, I am everything and everything is me?
I still feel like "me", I don't feel like god of my reality
How to become aware(ness)
How to control the thoughts
How to be free from emotions and thoughts
Stop concerning yourself with the wants and needs of Ego
How to loose attachment to Ego
What you really are
How to be Consciousness/ Awareness
In the end, the only question remaining should be who you are without all the labels attached to "I am". You will come to discover you do not want freedom from this shape alone, but from all shapes. Be aware of your past being over. "External world shows otherwise? Just be like "for how long do you think it can keep this up when you have nothing to do with it?" @Ada
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MY CONTENT/ EPIPHANIES
You can experience pain in your life but you don’t have to ‘suffer’ the pain.” - Anon I mus
#masterpost, #goddessawakening
» Mosaic » Be yourself first »"Manifesting" » Freedom » Being » Why everbody misinterprets Self concept » Is there a real difference? »Misidentification » Consciousness & Limitation » No others » Question Reality » Missing » Ego & Time
ADDITIONAL MATERIAL
... what to find on my blog through the tags
Advise/FAQs: Koda, Nova, iam-you, Cassie, Bry, Jag, Vesora, Lain, more
What is Ego?
How it feels to be Self / Awareness
All on Self Realization and Detachment
All on LOA trough a non dualistic view
Books
If you still want to focus on "getting your desires" after been through all the info, search Neville Goddard (all his books and lectures). If you have a hard time understanding Neville, I advise some people who break down his teachings in a short and modern way of speaking: Edward Art (Reddit(Series), Audio), embodythestate, niclasupgradetolife, Josiah Brandt on YouTube
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Giant Q&A for questions I get the most ✨
Q: how do I stop identifying with ego when they've got tasks to do throughout the day?
I am: There is no ego and no one to disidentify from. Just watch and observe, allow this seeming character to do whatever it needs without thinking it's you.
Q: It's hard to just watch and observe thoughts without identifying, is there anything else I can do?
I am: You have a few options-
When you catch yourself reacting and identifying, just say "not me, nothing to do with me" and move on.
Do nothing and let them be.
Self Inquiry- this means to question the validity of these thoughts. "Who is this happening to right now?" "If this body wasn't here, what would be left of me?" "To whom do these thoughts come?" "Who am I?" "Where did I come from?" "What makes the physical more real than imagination, and what makes them separate?"
You're not supposed to answer these questions! The goal of Self inquiry is to point the ever-stretching silence that is you.
Meditation- Bry meditated heavily at the beginning of her journey, highly recommended if you have a super active mind, helpful for 'resting' in the silence and just being.
Q: I'm confused on what watching/observing your thoughts means
I am: Just watch thoughts pass without judging or interacting with them
Q: I'm doing all of this but I still feel very attached to circumstances, I'm frustrated.
I am: Are you doing it to make something happen? If so you are probably trying too hard. Understand that there's nothing to detach from. Circumstances are meaningless and they are happening to no one. Be gentle and patient with yourself.
Q: So what do I do then?
I am: Accept the fact that everything is perfect now and that you are already free.
Q: How do I know if I'm identifying with the non-existent Character?
I am: Claiming that you don't have something/ are lacking something. Claiming the character's experiences/circumstances are yours.
Examples: I want my desired appearance but I don't see it. I imagined something but it's not here and I don't see it. My head hurts. I'm working at a job I hate.
Q: So I understand all of this intellectually but I still get the urge to do something or learn more, is this from thinking I am a person who needs to 'manifest' or 'change' something?
I am: Yes.
Q: How do I stop trying to make something happen?
I am: Ask yourself "who's the one trying to make something happen?" "Who's the one that feels something needs to be changed?"
Q: I can't understand this, not even intellectually...
I am: There's nothing to understand, just know yourself to be what you really are, know that everything is perfect now and that you're already free.
Q: If I want to change a situation what do I do? (This applies for everyone dealing with a stressful situation!)
I am: You stop identifying as the one dealing with the situation, and know that everything is as you want it to be. Take your attention completely off the problem.
Q: This character is screaming, crying and throwing up, and I feel like it's hindering my ND progress, what do I do?
I am: Leave it alone, these are just thoughts. There's no one here having a breakdown.
You are Self now and have always been. There's no ND progress, you are already at the finish line.
Q: What if something bad happens?
I am: Nothing is really happening, you are dreaming. Whatever "bad" thing that is seemingly happening has nothing to do with you. You are not a victim to any circumstances because they are not real.
Q: I don't understand how there's no difference between 3D/4D?
I am: You are reality itself. Awareness is the only reality, as contrary to what most people believe - their "physical" being real. Anything you can percieve cannot be real because it's not you. The 5 senses work exactly the same in dreams, the waking state, and in daydreams/visualizations. You take the "physical" to be more real because it's a habit you formed.
There's no objective physical reality, or "real world."
Q- That means nothing is real?
I am: When you become aware of something it appears to exist and when you take your awareness off of it, it ceases to exist.
However, nothing can ever be real, because their existence depends entirely on You, Self, the only thing that is real
Q: what about time? I don't understand how the past isn't real when you have photo proof of things happening in past
I am: the past and future only exist in thoughts. Thoughts are not real, they come up in awareness and then they go. It's your identification with "your" past and memory that keeps the dream going. Only thoughts give you the illusion that pictures were taken some time in the past. You are really just looking at pictures from now, giving yourself the illusion that it was taken "some time before." The future are hypothetical thoughts on what could happen, but the only thing that truly exists is the present moment. Awareness is present now. If you want to use a manifestation example, the reason why you are able to "change the past" or "revise" it is because it never really was to begin with. You becoming conscious of a different outcome NOW is what "changes the events that happened before."
Analogy: An animation flip book where a scene is drawn in progression on each page to give the illusion that something is moving when you flip the pages
Q: I find myself detached and sometimes floaty throughout the day, I don't find myself as involved with daily activities as I was before, is this normal?
I am: don't worry too much about body sensations as they are also part of the illusion. It is normal to feel some form of "detachment"
Q: what's the point of realizing Self if you're not trying to get anything? I thought we were limitless and can do whatever we want?
I am: Realizing Self is realizing you are not separate from anything and therefore cannot lack. You can't get something you already have. You can't get what you already are. If you're doing this to change something in "3D" you are missing the point of Non Dualism. You are free to experience whatever you want as an omnipotent being, but the philosophy itself is pointing you back to your true nature! Its about knowing you are ONE WITH EVERYTHING AND NOT SEPARATE. There's no one imagining or daydreaming, no materializion into a physical world because there is none, only awareness of experience. " " is always experiencing " "
For example: a world where hatred exists and a world that is completely peaceful are both equally illusory, one is not more real than the other. If you are "daydreaming" about world peace, you are actually experiencing world peace.
Q: What happens when we die?
I am: Death of the body is an illusion. Death is just another concept created along with all other concepts of the world and it doesn't exist if you take your awareness off it. so if you like this persona so much that you want to give yourself the illusion of them "living forever" then go for it! That's what I'm doing, keeping this body young!
Q: Non Dualism and Law of Assumption sound like the same thing but in different fonts.
I am: The main differences are- LOA teaches you that you are God, but also still a person seperate from the whole. There is an "inner man" who lives in imagination (4D) and "outer man" in the 3D. You are a person fulfilling yourself in imagination, waiting for something to materialize in the physical.
In ND, there's no 3D/4D, no imagination vs physical. No waiting for materialization because all experiences are the same.
Q: Can I use ND and LOA in conjunction?
I am: ND and LOA are 2 completely different concepts. I don't recommend mixing them together.
Q: I need help transitioning from LOA to ND
I am: You have to understand that there's nothing to get. You must drop your habit of thinking you are this person you were "born" as, this person that has desires and that is lacking something. Drop the idea that you have to work or take action to get anything. Everything is automatically yours.
Yes you are God but God is not the body-mind. You are everything, take this statement literally. You are the seeming person you are currently observing, their parents, friends, celebrities, cars, trees, the ocean, animals, everything. You can't lack anything so to use ND to 'manifest' is backwards.
Self is perfect. There's no fixing your self concept, there's no getting rid of limiting beliefs because they are just baseless thoughts.
Go within and see that all of this is true. Everything, once broken down and devoid of labels, is nothingness, or " ". This is why everything is you.
Q: I'm scared of materializing something out of fear of something going wrong
I am: You forget that you control literally everything and that nothing can happen against your will. Your creations can't act on their own without your consent. All thoughts are meaningless.
Q: so I have desires, can they be fulfilled in Non Dualism?
I am: Self is all, Self is everything. Everything you think you lack, Self already is. You identify with Self and there is no more desire. You are fulfilled, whole and complete in every way possible.
Example: Miranda wishes to be a famous singer. Self is everything, so Self is already that. There's nothing to do, no techniques to do.
Q: I am going through traumatic/stressful situation and I need it gone immediately! (This applies to ALL situations! No situation is a special case!)
I am: This applies to anything, take your attention off the problem and it always goes away. Problems can only exist if you are focused on them.
Q: Other people in my life aren't real? It's just me?
I am: The person you think you are along with the "people in your life" aren't real they are merely forms of Self, or " ". Self is reality and the only thing that truly exists.
Q: The idea that I'm all alone stresses me out.
I am: You are not alone in the sense that you think. You created all these forms and worlds because you wanted to experience yourself in many different ways. All forms are one and united which makes the experience so beautiful. The creation of everything was done out of love.
Q: what about shifting, how does that relate to Non Dualism?
I am: Self is immovable. Since Self is everywhere and everything, you cannot move/shift from place to place, you are only switching what you are aware of in that moment.
Q: How does everything fall into place when you realize Self?
I am: Constantly thinking about problems= Problems exists
Not thinking about problems= problems don't exist
Q: Everything is possible? I created everything so it's possible to change things that were previously in place, for example the laws of physics?
I am: There was never such a thing such as "law of physics". There are no laws. This is why everything is possible, because everything IS.
Q: Do I need to accept what teachers/gurus say as true?
I am: They are meant to guide you in the right direction but you have to investigate see the truth for yourself. (Spoiler alert: the only real truth is that you are " ", the limitless, ever-stretching silence.
Q: If there's no one but me, who are you?
I am: A figment of your imagination.
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~~~~~~~~~~~~ | M Y I M A G I N E S | ~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~~~~~ | M Y L I T T L E S P A R R O W | ~~~~~~
Summary: There is only one thing Christian wants to do when he returns home after the World Cup: meet his daughter for the first time.
Pairing: Christian Pulisic x Fem!Reader
Requested: Yes
Song Inspo: Adventure Time - Bry
Warnings: dad!christian, talks of childbirth, mentions of his injury 👀
Notes: I think we are all broody after that photo. feedback is always appreciated
His thumb lovingly strokes your cheek, smiling uncontrollably as you lean into his touch, holding your own hand against his. "You look so beautiful," he hums, dipping to kiss the tip of your nose. You scrunch up your nose, making him laugh. God, how you had missed hearing him laughing. "And tired too- Ow-"
"Never tell her she looks tired," Kelley, his mum, tells, or rather chastises, him, shaking her head as Christian looks back at her. He frowns, rubbing the spot on the back of his head where she had softly clipped him. "Besides, you should try pushing nearly a nine-pound baby out of your penis," she says, setting hers and Mark's cups down on some coasters. You had offered yourself to make them both a drink, but Kelley was quick to shoot the offer down, insisting that you weren't going to lift a finger unless it was necessary for the next few weeks they were staying with you. "See just how tired you might look after only three days."
Christian grumbles under his breath, leaning against the kitchen counter, his face twisting with discomfort. "Okay, got it," he nods, looking away from his parents to watch you hide your smile with the back of your hand. It was a little tic you did when you wanted to laugh at something but didn't think it was necessary for the situation you were in. "Just never talk about my penis ever again, okay?" He resembled a teenage boy who had just been embarrassed in front of his friends.
"Oh, shush," Kelley tuts, shaking her head, and takes a sip of her coffee.
"Why can't we talk about your penis, babe?" You ask, removing your hand, and letting it drop to your side. "Is it..." You take a deep breath in, trying to calm your face as the joke dances on the tip of your tongue. "Is it a sore subject to talk about?"
Christian sighs, bringing his fingers up to pinch the bridge of his nose. "Oh, don't you start," he mumbles, shaking his head as he watches you and his dad share a quick high-five. He didn't know it, but you and his dad had already got all the jokes planned following the painful incident that had happened during the game against Iran. "I wasn't even hit in the balls," he whispers quietly, a slight pink tinge forming on the tips of his ears as he looks to the ground.
"Of course you weren't," you pretend to believe him. Giving his cheek a soft caress, you lean in to kiss the top of his head. His hair had gotten longer in the three weeks he had been gone, and those dark curls you loved so much were beginning to show again. "It's just a good thing we've already got one child," you land another joke, giggling as hid dad laughs behind you, "just in case, you know-"
"Okay, shush," Christian talks over you, holding his hand over your mouth. He grimaces and retracts it a second later, feeling your tongue licking the palm of his hand. "Speaking of which," he mumbles, changing the subject as he wipes his hand down his thigh, "can I meet her now?" His face grows soft as he asks the question, both the excitement and the nerves fighting for a place in his eyes.
"Christian, she's still asleep-"
"I know, I know," he repeats, sneaking his arm around your waist and gently pulling you against his chest. His bottom lip pouts. "But can't you just wake her up? Just this one time?" He drops his forehead to rest against yours, stroking circles into your hips with his thumbs. "Please?"
You cradle his face and shake your head.
"Why not?"
"Because you're never meant to wake a sleeping baby, son," Mark answers for you, "believe me, I learned it the hard way."
"With all three of you," Kelley adds, the quickness of her innocent teasing makes you giggle.
Christian drops his head onto your shoulder and wraps both arms around you, being careful not to squeeze you too tightly. "Pretty please?" He mumbles, and you didn't have to see his face to know he was still pouting.
You snake your arms loosely around him, understanding his urgency to finally meet your daughter. He had only seen pictures of her and a quick glimpse at her over facetime, shortly after he had been given the news that she had been born. All of them had been an upgrade from the final scan photograph he had been carrying around with him. But now he just wanted to meet her.
The real her.
"Okay-" He lifts his head, the pout quickly disappearing for a smile. "-but if you wake her up-"
"I promise I won't wake her up!"
His parents let you go alone, knowing it was important for you two to have this moment alone, and inside the nursery, Christian and you stood beside the cot, both of your hands resting on the edge. For a second, you take your eyes off your daughter to watch him. You watched him blink once, twice, three times in a row, trying to blink away the tears that had brimmed in his eyes the second he laid his eyes upon her. He had turned into a soft, mushy mess in a matter of seconds. You had predicted this would happen the minute you two had heard that you were having a daughter.
She was going to have him wrapped around her finger and he didn't even know it yet.
Removing your hands from the cot's side, you wrap them both around his arm, laying a kiss against his tattooed bicep. His skin was warm and holding a part of him felt like you were holding your whole world in the palm of your hands. "She has your nose," you whisper against him, "and your eyes too." You stifle a giggle, not wanting to make too much noise. "Come to think of it, she's pretty much all you."
"You think so?" Christian asks, his voice cracking. He couldn't bring himself to look away from her.
"I know so," you whisper, nuzzling your face into his arm.
Despite your warning not to wake her up, Christian still reaches into the cot and carefully picks up her relaxed hand. "She's so tiny," he notes, her whole hand resting against three of his fingers. He runs the pad of his thumb over her fingers, studying their delicateness. "My little sparrow," he whispers, chewing the inside of his cheek to prevent himself from crying. He gasps as she slowly closes her fingers around his, making a tiny, chubby fist. "I wish I had been there," he says, stroking his thumb carefully over the back of her fist.
"You're here now," you mumble, reaching above to wipe a tear away, "that's all that matters."
"What was it like?" He asks, trying to decipher the look on your daughter's face as her eyebrows pinched and squirmed together.
"What was it like giving birth?" You ask, looking for some clarification. He hums, nodding his head. "Eh," you pause, taking a second to find the correct words to say, "it definitely wasn't as easy as they make it out to be in the movies." He chuckles at your answer, mumbling, "duh," under his breath. You give his arm a light pinch, giggling when he retaliates with a pinch of his own. "There was some pain - a lot of pain, actually," you continue, "I couldn't tell you why people go through multiple births if it hurts like that every time."
"But it was worth it?" For the first time since stepping into the nursery, he looks at you. A smile forms on both of your faces as you stare back at each other. "Right? She was worth all that pain?"
Quickly, you nod your head. "One thousand percent worth it."
He leans down and kisses your forehead. "I still wish I had been there," he speaks against you. He slips his arm out of your hold and reaches for the back of your neck. Caressing and stroking you with his thumb, he kisses you again. "Are you sure you can't wake her up?" He asks, keeping his head rested against yours but turning to look back at your daughter.
"No, Chris-" A soft whimper and a cry comes from the cot, her hand releasing Christian's finger as her arm reaches aimlessly in the air. A second cry, louder than the first, falls off her lips as she opens her eyes, both big and honey-coloured like her dad's. "Talk about timing, kid," you giggle, reaching into the cot to touch her cheek. She quietens down as soon as she feels your touch. "Do you want to pick her up?" You look back at Christian.
He shakes his head. "Maybe you should do it; I wouldn't want to hurt her." Biting your bottom lip, you hide your smile and swallow back your giggle. "Don't laugh," he mumbles, panning his eyes down to the floor, hiding his blushing cheeks.
"You know, you're not going to hurt her, right?"
"But she's small and fragile-"
"All babies are small and fragile, Christian," you giggle over him. Lying her carefully in Christian's arms, you fix the position of his hand, keeping it resting over his as you glance up at him. "It's important to keep her head supported," you mumble, but you were sure he already knew that, "I don't know how many times this wicked witch of a midwife had said it to me. She had a voice that sounded like nails being dragged down a chalkboard. You should be glad that you didn't have to endure that."
A soft laugh finds its way past his lips but he falls silent when he hears her stirring. "She's even smaller than I thought," he mumbles, chewing on his bottom lip, but it's no use for his cheeks were already damp with tears. "How is she this small?"
You stroke your thumb affectionately across his cheek, wiping away his tears. "Believe me, she didn't feel so small in the moment."
"Charming," he laughs, shaking his head.
Keeping her cradled in one arm, he brushes his finger softly down the bridge of her nose. His touch is soft and sweet and, for a moment, she closes her eyes, before opening them wide again. She looks up at him puzzled and confused, her eyebrows pinched together. Like everyone else she was about to meet, he was a stranger to her.
"Hi, Birdy," he softens his voice as he speaks to her, a smile tugging on the corners of his lips, "you're probably wondering who on earth this strange man is, but I'm your dad." He had waited so long to finally say those three words to her.
You step to his side, leaning your head against his shoulder, with your hand lingering on the small of his back. "She's all you," you whisper, scared your voice might crack if you spoke any louder.
"But she'll be smart like you," he says, giving the top of your head a quick kiss.
"And stubborn like the both of us," you say together, both of you laughing.
"I'm sorry I wasn't there to meet you straight away," he apologises after the laughter dies down. He cradles his hand back behind her head and bends down to kiss her, smiling as gurgles, "but I'm here now and I'll always be here." His lips linger on the thick wisps of dark hair, whispering, "always," to her.
You bring your hand across to stroke her soft cheek, your eyes pulling away to look up at the nursery door. A quiet giggle slips past your lips when you spot his mum lingering behind the door, quickly running away as you catch her. "I think your mum might burst in here and snatch Birdy if we make her wait any longer," you joke, glancing up at Christian.
"Maybe that'll be a good thing," he whispers back to you, a glint of something playful in his eyes, "I'd finally get you all to myself."
"Ha!" You snort, shaking your head. "Think again, buddy; my vagina is out of business for the foreseeable future."
He watches you walk away from him, Birdy still cradled in his arms, looking up at him with studious eyes. "And how long is that exactly?"
"Depends," you shrug your shoulders, trying to decide if you should pack on another joke, "how long will your penis stay bruised for?" He looks at you with an expression that lacked emotion and you can't help but bring yourself to smile. "I just wouldn't want you to hurt yourself again," you slip your hands into your pockets, swinging back and forth on the balls of your feet, "we both know you develop the hormones of a teenage boy every time you come home."
He shakes his head. "That's not true."
"Baby, lets not lie to yourself."
He rolls his eyes. "This is going to be a long few weeks if you and my dad are going to keep making these jokes," he mumbles, quickly catching up to you.
Again, you snort. "It's going to be so much fun."
~~~~~~~ | F O O T B A L L T A G L I S T | ~~~~~~~
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Man of the Month Outtake: Men Are From Mars...
...Women are from Venus.
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Summary: Bucky lets the rest of the group know how his photoshoot went. The girls take you to a nice dinner out on the town.
Pairing: Loki x Reader (eventually)
Word Count: 716
Warnings: Fluff, slight angst,
A/N: thank you to @athalialaufeyson for helping me out with the translations. Thank you my gem! 💎✨😘
The sound of deep thumps and metal clashing stopped as soon as Bucky approached the gym. Most of the team had been training. Loki in particular threw himself into drill works with his daggers. He stopped momentarily when he saw Barnes walk into the gymnasium. As did all the other men who were there.
Loki noted that only Xu and Lang were the only ones who continued their exercises. As if they didn’t need to know the outcome of Barnes’ photoshoot with you.
“It’s not me guys,” he said with the most forlorn expression. Wilson came up to him and patted him on the shoulder. Rogers just crossed his arms with a trivial look of smugness on his face.
A small bud of hope bloomed inside of Loki as Thor nudged him on the shoulder. “Ikke bry deg om de, bror. Helvete vil ønske deg velkommen raskere med all din bekymring.” (Don’t pay them any attention, brother. Hell would welcome you faster with all your worrying.)
“Det er vanskelig å la være når disse gribbene prøver å vinne kjærligheten til ditt livs kjærlighet.” (It's hard not to when these vultures are trying to win the affection of the love of your life.)
“FAEN! (Fuck!) I KNEW IT! I KNEW IT!” Thor burst into a scream.
“Shh. Shh.” Loki shushed him, pushing him to keep quiet as everyone’s attention turned towards Thor.
“Peace. Peace.” Thor said to everyone else. “As you were.” But inside, Thor felt as giddy as spring maidens frolicking in the newly bloomed fields of Asgard.
Meanwhile, Nat, Wanda, and Pepper had taken you out of the tower completely to have dinner. They saw you break down. You haven’t been yourself in a while and they missed your usual joyful nature.
Pepper took you all to an exclusive restaurant where you had a private booth in the back all to yourselves. The dinner was exquisite and you were all just drinking and relaxing talking about various life pursuits.
“So, how’s the calendar coming along?” Pepper asked. “Tony isn’t overworking you, is he?”
“No. No, he’s not. He’s been very lax about it actually.” You answered.
“So why do you look like you’re so wound up?” Wanda asked sipping her cocktail.
“Well imagine, that every single day of your job, you have to fend off the advances of different men hoping to get your attention. Some of them being your closest friends and others really just breaking your heart.”
Nat snorted and gave you the side-eye. “Ok miss perfect. I get it,” you said to her.
“Why don’t you just tell them it’s Laufeyson and get it over with? You should’ve just done that from the beginning.” Nat said.
“Ok, you knew?!” You exclaimed.
“We all did,” Pepper said.
“Frankly I don’t know why it’s taking the guys so long to figure it out. It’s so freaking obvious.” Wanda chimed in.
“Which brings me back to my question. Why don’t you just say it’s him and get it over with?” Nat asked again.
“Because he doesn’t like me, Nat. He only thinks of me as a friend.” The collective groan from the three women made you cringe. “I’m not ready for that rejection.”
“You’re just as oblivious as the men!” Wanda yelled, signaling the bartender for another cocktail.
“They’re probably all in the gym right now. Working out, thinking that they need that extra muscle to show off.” Pepper giggled. “When in reality it’s the…”
“…the arms,” Nat interjected. “When you can trace that vein up his arms and rolled-up sleeves because he’s straining to keep his unbridled desire for you.”
“Or the stare. When he sees you walk into a room and his eyes darken and his jaw clenches at the sight of you and he loses all train of thought.” Wanda added.
“…the whispers in your ear.” Pepper finally finished, looking out into the restaurant, lost in her train of thought. “The sweet romantic ones of love and support. Then the dirty naughty ones when no one is watching.” All four of you tittered at Pepper’s thoughts.
“No. They’re all at the gym right now working out because they can’t understand the female gaze.”
“To the female gaze.” Nat raised her drink up high.
“To the female gaze,” you all followed.
An alternate calendar for Bucky's October.
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Bearly see any Norm or Max and seeing artists reader got me thinking of this
Unlike Spider in some ways Reader respect the people of the tribe and not try to be liked them but try to understand them ( like Steve Erwin on how he respects the animals and people) and they went to a solo adventure to draw more plants that haven't even documented in her art book and one day she came back kinda late and they holding something and it's few jars of bry dyes, and when asked where they got it she just said " I meet a small group of Na'vi in my adventure and they seem to liked drawing so we trade one of my art book with these "
Turns out they meet different type of Na'vi who wears a type of skull mask due to the high altitude they travel with their large flight companions ( bigger then the banshees ) that been traveling, and they seem to be very friendly as they view reader as a just a child despite being a sky demon, apparently these Na'vis are very allusive and private individuals but willing to learn of things that Pandora have to offer with a open mind
Dora, Dora, Dora, The Explorer
I couldn’t think of better title lol.
“Norm! Where is (y/n)!?” Max yelled. Max and Norm is like your parents, they deeply care for you. Max is mostly the worried one while Norm is more focused f that chill dad. Norm scratched his head responding with ‘I don’t know’ Max just sighed and face palmed himself.
“I’m sure she’s around, you know how she is, always on adventures.” Norm calmed Max, but he wasn’t having it. What if you accidentally went to the enemy’s territory? And got kidnapped by them? What if this time you got lost? These ‘what ifs’ is messing with Max mind and it’s making him crazy.
While you ‘dad’ is having a panic attack, you were walking around the jungle, actually opposite where the enemies territory are, so basically you are safe. While walking you saw through wood some Na’vi, you thought it would be some Omatikaya who is in hunting, but no, they look different. The clothing seems a bit similar, but they were wearing a mask. A mask that looks like a skeleton (luckily not a human skeleton). You walk further to them make a crisp noise from stepping at a dried leaves. They all look at you way, they took their arrow and bow and on their defensive mode. You gasped and put your hands up causing to drop your sketch book and pencil. Your breathing started to go faster. Nervousness is crawling up to you head.
“I…I’m not a threat I swear.” You said in Na’vi. They were shocked that a human knows their language though they didn’t back down yet.
“I’m a friend, not an enemy.” You said slowly. They all look at each other and finally lowered their weapons. You sigh in relief from this, but now feel intimidated, you don’t know what to do after, but you just asked, “are you part of Omatikaya?” They said no and answered with ‘We are not, We are mountain people.’ You nodded. They were about to leave, but you said something along the lines with, “Will you let me follow you? I want to know more about you.”
You are now in the air riding with one of them on a big ikran, well at least like an ikran, it is bigger that an actual ikran. They all landed on the top of a mountain. It is different from the Hellelujah mountain, it has its own type of plants and habitats. You were intrigued by it and starts drawing it. One of them got curious and gets close to know what you are doing. They saw you vastly sketch out a plant, they were impressed. You started asking them about everything you could find and taking notes of it, they happily answered you. Talking to a human who has an interest in their clan and place makes them happy. They told you about their tradition, their food, animals, and their own spirit tree.
Night has come and Max is extra stress. He still couldn’t find you and Norm is now also worried. You usually go back afternoon and now it’s night. You now probably got lost.
“Norm that’s it, I’m going out—“ his arms is grabbed by Norm, again trying to calm Max.
“Hey, hey. It’s already night, why don’t you relax and I’ll find her with my avatar bo—“ his words interrupted by a bang of a door opening. It was you.
“(y/n)! Where were you!?” Max exclaimed. You have a lot of thing to tell him.
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