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Een Nederlandse vertaling van Box Dye | A Dutch translation of Box Dye
Eens in de zoveel tijd voel ik de behoefte om iets naar het Nederlands te vertalen. Vandaag was het Hitman-fandom het gewillige slachtoffer. 😅
Every once in a while I feel the need to translate something to Dutch. Today the Hitman fandom was the (un)willing target.
Ik heb wel een uur nagedacht over of Diana en 47 ("zevenenveertig" klinkt werkelijk verschrikkelijk in het Nederlands) elkaar zouden tutoyeren of vousvoyeren.
I spent at least an hour debating whether 47 and Diana ("forty-seven" sounds absolutely horrendous in Dutch) would use formal or informal 'you' to address one another.
En nu, het saaie gedeelte! | And now, for the boring stuff!
Kijkcijfer 12 | Rated T
Agent 47/Diana Burnwood
Archiefwaarschuwingen zijn niet van toepassing | No archive warnings apply
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REMINDER!
Hi Everyone
Here’s your reminder that chapter 8 is online now! You can read it here
https://www.tumblr.com/mrschandlerbing/717367797638987776/present-of-the-past-readinglist?source=share
Or on the link down below!
Present of the Past || TONY STARK fanfiction - Chapter 8: " This is Everything I never wanted " (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1307835780-present-of-the-past-tony-stark-fanfiction-chapter?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=yasmienkhalfallah&wp_originator=EdSs3j3x59mLclUMGDs5myaWOJ%2FNqnCPXR%2FeVLrXis6utcIazfDVyGtK933AqRmt%2FrlZW2IaPiXKzO8E7x56UMkXtn8PyIjcTkR5JAjYnb4M2VgbGmp0%2BDyGK3yWZ9bj Ransom Evans, a young girl born and raised in 1940s Brooklyn, New York, had the privilege of growing up in the influential circles of her father, who happened to be a prominent figure in those times. As fate would have it, Ransom's father became a business partner in the early days of Stark Industries, forging a strong bond between the Evans and Stark families. The bond between Ransom and Howard Stark, Tony Stark's father, grew stronger with each passing day, becoming an inseparable friendship. However, their lives took an unexpected turn when Howard embarked on an ambitious project to construct a time machine. The intended purpose was to transport Ransom to the future and bring her back safely, but an unforeseen malfunction occurred during the experiment, leaving Ransom stranded in the unfamiliar year of 1999. Amidst the ensuing panic and confusion, Ransom found herself running into Tony Stark, the charismatic and brilliant son of Howard. This unexpected encounter proved to be a turning point in her life, altering its course entirely.
#action#avengers#betrayal#captainamerica#fanfiction#fantasy#fighting#love#romance#superheroes#suspense#thriller#tonystark#fanfictie#books#wattpad#amreading
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I can't . - ~10~ (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1330735230-i-can%27t-%7E10%7E?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=CurvedCrazy&wp_originator=2qTBF4oSTWq3QIx77HlMapOTGPn6tYvE7zInWTMDZKlBuvAvVHskOpSXI5aCvLErn0WdIf8kI6ZD7g9X5r9BujpNkT41t0djO0bHO0KxUz84dC7T8UnvqfKse5pq3vsL When she falls in love with Carlos, a whole lot is at stake, her career, her future and the secrecy about her family status. Her father will certainly not be happy about it.
#binotto#carlossainz#charlesleclerc#english#formula1#imagine#lewis#lewishamilton#romeoandjuliet#fanfictie#books#wattpad#amreading
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Present of the Past || TONY STARK fanfiction - CHAPTER 25: ''Ahmed and Sons'' (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1440301157-present-of-the-past-tony-stark-fanfiction-chapter?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=yasmienkhalfallah
Here’s chapter 25. It’s one of my favourites so far... If you feel like reading on wattpad push the link above. If you want to stay on tumblr and support me and the story from there head over to @starkslove101 where you can also find every chapter of this story.
#action#avengers#betrayal#captainamerica#fanfiction#fantasy#fighting#love#romance#superheroes#suspense#thriller#tonystark#fanfictie#books#wattpad#amreading
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Gunpowder and Satin ; BW - 2.13 (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/869020126-gunpowder-and-satin-bw-2-13?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=benthe2008&wp_originator=V%2BGbHm8m5DNg6I3Q6p3s2XTQ5R6b5PGtRDfU1sTBuLLoz0lfwQKQnwiNBWZr3pW8%2BVAyFOqi0P%2Fn%2BAS3ZH6Hhj4NFuprdb6FO8nJZ%2FxCcLE6hfHiNLsQq1IAfjxe7HvC A normal teenager who just wants to graduate high school and get the hell out of New York, finds herself bitten by a radioactive spider. Powers surface and y/n finds herself stuck in the hustle and bustle of the city, fighting crime and being the masked vigilante. What happens when you put a name to the hero? Trouble always lurks in the shadows and y/n has one hell of a storm coming. Approached by an agent, the possibility of a lifetime arises and y/n has to make a choice: watch the world bathe in the blood of the fallen, or live long enough to see it thrive. [Avengers - Avengers: Endgame] [Black Widow x Reader]
#action#avengers#blackwidow#captainamerica#endgame#gxg#ironman#marvel#mu#natashasharomanoff#phases#spiderman#steverogers#teamcap#tonystark#fanfictie#books#wattpad#amreading
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ROSIE! Our beloved, and Alastors bestie. I love her so much, she's def my second favourite with Alastor and she deserves as much fanart as she gets so these are 2 different lighting artworks of her that I made like 2 months ago, ANYWAYS! Hope you's like it :)) <3
#fiction#fanficti#fandom#rosie#rosie hazbin#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel art#hazbin hotel fanart#rosie fanart#fanart#hell#husk#angeldust#charlie#vaggie#sirpentious#cherri#vox#val#velvette#nifty#alastor#alastorsbestie
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Dark Jon imagining to kill Bran n Arya so that he can keep his Sansa all to himself
Jon initially plotted to take control of Winterfell by scheming to murder Arya and Bran. However, upon his return, he unexpectedly developed strong feelings for his pretty half-sister Sansa. This altered his intentions, leading him to revise his plans to not only claim Winterfell but also to involve Sansa in his aspirations. As events unfold, Jon later decides to punish Sansa hard as a form of revenge for the mistreatment he believes Catelyn, her mother gave him over the years, as Sansa bears a resemblance to her.
( Someone fancasting Harry gilby n Eleanor Tomlinson as Jonsa was so perfect and can you believe jon really f a girl who looked like Sansa😭 )
#game of thrones#game of thrones fanfiction#jonsa#jon snow#sansa stark#jon x sansa#starks#a song of ice and fire#house of dragons#house of the dragon#got imagine#got fanficti
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the fucking fandom additions on my posts are so funny
#I love them I'm like yeah so glad your character relates to that#the best was the Jesus Christ superstar one where it was like Jesus x judas#and I fully thought I was going to be going into a blog full of biblical fanfiction but it was more like fanfiction about biblical fanficti
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Bingo card
Thank you for your bingo card, I've anonymized it. #Jen
KLAINE BINGO: (Sorry for leaving 'til the last day 😅)
Debut fic - Trick or Treat by bitbybit Thank you - already in our debut fic category!
2. Page turner fic - Never Saying Goodbye to You by @lilyvandersteen
Inspired by a beautiful drawing by @thisdoesnotsuck, this is a story where Kurt travels through time to the 1920s and falls in love with his great-grandfather’s secret beau. Featuring a family curse, doppelgängers, angst and confusion. I promise the ending will be happy, though :-)
3. Fic that made you need tissues: Maybe It Should Have Been Different by Verseau_87 (lots of tw)
Kurt and his family and friends deal with the aftermath of a horrific attack. Can someone recover from something this violent and come out unchanged? They don't think so...but is it possible?
Sometimes strength and love can do anything...
4. Fic where one has an unusual reputation: The Ghost Kitchen by @hkvoyage
At the start of the Covid-19 pandemic, Kurt lived in Lima with his father. Two years later, he returned to New York City. As he needed money to pay for rent and food, he got a job in a booming industry: food delivery. His first delivery order was a pick-up from Warbler Food Enterprises. Little did he know he would meet a cute chef there that would turn his world upside down.
5. Wild card, your choice: The Dalton Circle by darcangell23, @grlnxtdr30,
On Halloween night in 1901, two boys mysteriously disappeared from Dalton Academy, and a third boy was murdered. Over a hundred years later, can the witches of The Dalton Circle solve the mystery? An evil being wants Blaine's body, and he will stop at nothing to get it! Kurt won't let that happen.
6. Summer story: New Adventures Summer Camp by izwordsoup
Already chosen in this category!!
7. Fic written for a challenge: My Dream Come True by little_escapist
Kurt Hummel thought that being a famous model was his dream until he met Blaine Anderson and his son.
8. Fic that made you laugh out loud: Witch Wanted by @rockitmans
Witch Wanted
For CURSE BREAKING and REVENGE
Can pay in lasagna or favors (nothing weird)
Blaine is cursed to not touch anyone, Kurt is the grumpy neighborhood witch. They each have something the other other needs (the thing is love)
9. -- (no choice)
Find the full list at A03. Rules at Library
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Samenvatting:
Meta Knight verveelt zich. Niet dat hij niet blij is dat Dream Land veilig is, maar nu alles vredig is bestaat elke dag uit dezelfde zieltergende routine: eten, trainen, patrouilleren, slapen, enzovoort. Hij heeft zelfs niets om in zijn dagboek— pardon, logboek te schrijven. Tenminste, totdat een zeker roze ongeleid projectiel langskomt met een uitnodiging. Zou het genoeg zijn om zijn verlangen naar uitdaging te vervullen?
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Nog een Nederlandse vertaling!
Ik kijk nu al uit naar de volgende. 'Loaded Spring' is de eerste waar Koning Dedede spreekt. Hij is hilarisch, maar MAN is het lastig om uit te vogelen hoe hij zou praten in het Nederlands. Ik zal heel wat nieuwe 'Dededeïsmes' moeten bedenken.
#mijn fanfictie#nee ik ben niet dood#alleen weer mezelf kapot aan het schrijven#omdat ik zo nodig weer iets moet schrijven wat lang genoeg is om een roman te zijn#meta knight#kirby#king dedede#bandana waddle dee#bandee#nederlandse vertaling#my fanfic#ja Dededeïsmes is nu een woord#kirby fanfiction#my writing
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Chapters: 3/?
Fandom: Shall We Date?: Obey Me!
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Mammon (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!)/Reader, Lucifer (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!)/Reader, Leviathan (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!)/Reader, Asmodeus (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!)/Reader, Satan (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!)/Reader, Beelzebub (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!)/Reader, Belphegor (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!)/Reader, Diavolo/Lucifer (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Simeon (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!)/Reader
Additional Tags: Corruption, Angel/Demon Relationship, Slow Burn, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Religious Imagery & Symbolism, Religious Guilt, Polyamory, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Inspired by Hades and Persephone (Ancient Greek Religion & Lore), Persephone Goes Willingly With Hades (Ancient Greek Religion & Lore)
CHAPTER PREVIEW
What you had hoped would happen is that Lord Diavolo or even one of the brothers would volunteer to deliver the message for you. That was sadly not going to happen. No, instead one them was forced to take you to the recipient. But boy how they had argued about who would escort you. It seemed none of them wanted to take part in their so-called student council meeting, yet ironically none of them were eager enough to want to spend another second around you. If that wasn't enough of a dose of irony, it's Mammon that's now walking with you through halls and past groups of gawking 'students.' The destination is newspaper club; another thing that had a number of them protesting going with you.
Geez what a pain in the ass.
At first there's silence between the two of you ---- well except for Mammon's grumbling. Which it suits you just fine.
Ariel and Barachiel had told you stories of the Celestial War. They spoke of the brothers betrayal, how it caused such a rift and how much sorrow it had brought. When asked why such a thing would occur, Ariel had looked you in the eye with such a deadly seriousness that you had never seen before and replied, "Because they were corrupted. They disobeyed our Father, went against all we live for. Anyone that does that will be lucky to only be exiled, never to taste paradise again."
There was also the mention of a sister that fell in love with a human. Some say that was the domino that started it. Others would say that the brothers had been planning treason for centuries, merely waiting for the moment to fall into place; that the transgression against their sister was a mere excuse.
The story was like a fairytale parents tell children as if to make them behave. And in your case it worked. Gruesome details of melting flesh, ripped off wings and blood turned to tar. That's the fate that awaited any angel that fell. Death was a mercy compared to being shunned to the depths of the Hell.
"-ya listenin'?"
#obey me x female reader#obey me fanfic#obey me fanficti#obey me shall we date#obey me shall we date fanfiction#obey me fanfiction#obey me oc
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CHAPTER 8: "This Is everything I never wanted"
Ransom.
"Are you okay?" Tony asked. "Pretty comfortable" I laughed. In 6 hours, they build a room that is supposed to keep me safe. Not to mention the outside world. Tony called Maya. Luckily she got here within the hour. "We need some blood samples from you" I just nodded. Tony typed in the code and walked in.
I rolled up my sleeve as he sat down in front of me. He disinfected my arm and put in the needle. "So tell me are you and Steve dating?" he asked. I smiled sheepishly. "We're not exactly dating, I don't know what we are," I said. "But you slept with him?" he whispered. I swear for a second I could hear the room go silent when he asked that.
I knew he'd ask that question. I sighed. "I don't see why I have to talk to you about my sex life" I laughed, shifting uncomfortably. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to intrude or anything I'm just looking out for you" I broke eye contact with him when he pulled out the needle. "Thanks" I placed my hand covering my arm with a cotton ball to stop the blood. "I'm just seeing where this leads me" Tony gave me a soft smile. "I hope it works out for you, you deserve to be happy" he squeezed my hands. "I'll be happy when I figure out what this all is," I said.
I laid down on the bed. "If you need anything tell JARVIS, and we'll make sure you'll get it" I smiled and nodded. Tony left to do whatever he had to do. "Wow, living like a queen" Maya chimed. "Must be a big change from the 40's" Maya stood there looking down at me. The feeling of impending doom took over me. Make it a trauma response. This sounded all too familiar.
I decided to push it down. I couldn't let this get to me. "I have always lived comfortably ma'am," I said. "It's easy when you go from one Stark to another" she spits. Damn what's her problem, I thought. I raised my eyebrows. "Jealous much?" I started to feel amused. As she heard the doors open, she ran to her desk.
Steve walked in, multiple bags in his hands. "Hey, I went to your apartment and bought back some of your stuff like books and clothes and blankets" My heart was beating so fast when I saw him. His eyes softened and he smiled so brightly. He set down the stuff in front of me. Carrying All of this stuff would've made me wheeze. "I'll ask Stark to open the door" he was soo giddy, almost, jumping up and down.
"I hope they find something soon" Steve stood so close to the glass it fogged. "I want you here with me we have a lot to catch up on" Tears sprung from my eyes. "Yeah, we do" laying my hand on the glass. We just kept looking into each other eyes like a couple of teenagers who were head over heels for each other.
"Oh, God please don't kiss the glass it's a hassle to clean," Tony remarked. We both blushed. "Sorry," I stepped back. I could see Tony grin. Steve turned around. "I brought some stuff for Ransom," he said. "Oh, how romantic" Tony laughed. I just sat down "Maya, how's the search going?" Steve asked. I looked up scared to say anything. Maya looked up with a smile. "You might just be the key to solving the common cold" she sounded like a kid in a candy store.
The one sentence sounded so familiar. "You know decades ago Howard said something like that too '' Steve noted. He turned to me trying to bring back the memory. "Yeah, I know I was there. '' I laughed.
1945.
"I can't believe it worked" Howard walked towards me and hugged me. His words sounded sad. "I'm sorry about Erskine" I caressed his arm. Howard looked away. I was looking to change the conversation. "Did they find Rogers yet?" I just asked. Steve ran off after the person who shot Erskine.
"It's no use to have a super soldier if he doesn't return" Peggy's voice was filled with worry. "He's going to be okay. '' I tried to reassure her. By this point, I was running out of empathy. This whole day was chaotic.
Right then, the door flew open as Steve walked in. A flood of relief went over the entire room. Steve was completely drenched. "Damn, you look like hell," I said. Peggy ran up to him with a blanket. Steve laughed at my remark. "I feel rather relaxed" he sat down with a grunt. I laughed silently. "I like this guy" I whispered to Howard. In turn, he grinned. "Shoot your shot" I shook my head. "I think Peggy will kill me" he laughed. "Oh she's nice" I turned my attention to Steve and Peggy.
He was now sitting on a tank top. A nurse was taking his blood. Someone grabbed Howard and Peggy's attention, so they had to walk out. Howard looked at me so I would distract Steve. I took a high chair and sat next to him. "Hi, I'm Ransom" I stuck out my hand and he shook it. "Steve Rogers" he smiled as he glanced up at me.
"How does it feel?" I asked. The nurse gave him something to clean his blood. She walked off with about 12 vials of blood. "Weird" he shifted uncomfortably. "I'm sorry I don't mean to make you uncomfortable" I apologized. He shook his head as he answered my question. "I just ran through New York barefoot in a shirt without an asthma attack" He chuckled. I gave him an understanding look. "Yeah, I don't run so I can't relate" he laughed.
God, he's gorgeous, I thought to myself. I tried to shake it off by telling myself I had a boyfriend. But it wasn't working. Damn, you're superficial, Ransom. My thoughts were interrupted as Peggy and Howard walked in again. I stood up from my chair quickly. I made my way back next to Howard. The Sargeant walked in.
Steve stood up, his shirt was still soaking wet. The blanket fell off his shoulders. "I'm reporting for duty sir" he straightened his shoulders and saluted. "We can't let you go now that the scientists are dead you're the last chance we got," he said. "Not to mention you cost us a bunch of money" Steve tightened his jaw. "But-" he was interrupted. "That's an order Rogers" With that he left the room.
"I can't just sit here and do nothing," Steve said as he plopped down again. We locked eyes. I could do nothing but just nod understandingly. "I'm sorry pal but he's right", Howard said, adding salt to the wound. "You are the key, your blood might be the cure to the common cold" I looked away.
2011.
Tony was standing behind Maya also looking at the screen. Tony looked amazed. "This is amazing" I looked at Steve but he seemed as clueless as I was. "It's like you have two bodies I can't explain it" She leaned her head on her hand and looked at the screen trying to figure it out.
"Your abilities are similar to those of the Extremis serum Created by AIM, but we've found that they result from a unique genetic mutation."I raised an eyebrow. "A mutation? What kind of mutation?"
Maya pulled up a holographic display of my DNA sequence. "We've identified a specific set of genes in your DNA that are responsible for your enhanced abilities. These genes are unique to you, and we believe they were activated by a rare combination of environmental factors, such as exposure to certain chemicals and radiation." I leaned forward to get a better look at the display. "So, what do these genes do, exactly?"
Maya tapped a few buttons, and the display zoomed in on a specific section of my DNA. "These genes are responsible for producing a nanobot-like structure that we call the 'enhancement matrix.' This matrix is made up of tiny machines that can repair your cells at a rapid rate, enhance your physical abilities, and even connect you to technology." My eyes widened. "That's incredible. So, I'm like a walking machine?" I felt amazed and confused at the same time. How could they have had access to nanotech in the 20th century?
Maya nodded. "In a way, yes. But don't forget that you're still human. Your body can only handle so much before it reaches its limits. You must learn how to control your powers and use them responsibly." She sounded so sweet as opposed to a few hours ago when she sounded so spiteful and jealous. I nodded. "I understand. So, what's next? What do we do with this information?"
Maya smiled. "Well, now that we understand how your genetic code works, we can start developing new treatments and technologies that could help enhance your abilities even further. The possibilities are endless." After that revelation, Maya left. She made sure she left her phone number and told Tony to contact her if they had questions or need needing help.
Tony still kept looking at the screen, still flabbergasted. Steve waved his hand in front of his face. "Earth to Tony" He looked away from the screen to me. "So I can't get rid of it?" I asked disappointed. "I fear not," Tony said with an apologetic look. I fell on the bed again.
Steve was gonna step forward to comfort me. I stopped him. "Can you all just get out" I requested. A bit harshly. Both of them were a bit taken aback. Tony was the first one to recover and lead Steve to the door. "Of course take your time," Tony said. Steve protested at first but Tony wasn't having it. "C'mon Rogers" Hesitantly he followed.
Once they left, I felt tired. It was like I had been away for days at a time. All of this only happened this morning. I had no idea how late it was. How long had I been here? "JARVIS?" It came out as a whisper. "Yes?" he whispered back. "What time is it?" "8:30 PM Ma'am" I laid down. Hours passed when I finally fell asleep. Dreaming.
My heart was beating fast. "Wow, looking good" a voice beamed out of nowhere. I opened my eyes, I immediately closed them with the bright light shining around me. As my eyes finally adjusted I sat up. I could finally place a face to the voice.
"Killian?" I said surprised. "What are you doing here?" I stood up and walked up to the glass. He stood there in his grey suit his hair combed back into a ponytail. It was greasy from all the gell that was in it. "I don't know, it's your conscious" he mocked. I looked away. "It's a shame though" I tilted my head. "What is?" he raised an eyebrow. "So much power locked into a glass box" he hit the glass making me jump back.
"Everyone is telling me how extraordinary these powers are but I don't know what they are" Killian laughed, sending shivers down my spine. "Oh, yes you do" His eyes started glowing. He touched the command panel, frying it. The door opened. "C'mon out" I was hesitant at first but after much insisting I joined him. "What are we doing?" My voice echoed. I know this was a dream but I couldn't wake up. I was stuck. "What do you want from me?" Killian smiled, more like smirked.
This is dangerous, I thought to myself. "Stop panicking" he sighed. I tilted my head to the side as he answered my question I never said out loud. "Again, your subconscious" I rolled my eyes. "I'm not sure you can help me," I said. He laughed again. "Silly you, I'm not here to help you" he placed his hands on my shoulders. "Trust yourself" I took a deep breath.
The room around me changed. As I opened my eyes I was standing in my childhood bedroom. "Oh, how retro" I looked to the side. "Well, it is the 1920's" I walked through the living room. I stopped when I heard crying from my old bedroom.
As I looked to my left and a woman was holding a baby appeared. I recognized her but I couldn't tell her name. "Oh, hush baby mommy's here" a thick Arabic accent came through. She looked so soft and delicate. It finally clicked. "Mama" tears sprung from my eyes. I reached out my hand to touch her but Killian stopped me.
"Don't bother" I let down my arm. "You have to explain to me though, I thought your mother died during childbirth" I wish I could answer that. Killian looked at me and shrugged. The room changed again. This time I was at a cemetery. "Oh there she is" My father and I were standing in front of my mom's grave.
I watched with tears streaming down my face. "I'm sorry" Killian chimed rather amused. "Let me wake up" he shook his head. "No, we're not done yet" he grabbed my shoulder and we arrived in the '30s.
Now I was looking at my younger self. It was the evening I met Howard for the first time. I was trying to find the right dress to wear so I could cover all of my bruises and scars. "Your mother is dead and your father abuses you, what a sad life" Killian was still mocking me. "Mock all you want but it wasn't all that bad" he raised his eyebrows, clearly surprised. "Really?" He chuckled. "It's the great depression and war is on the brink of breaking out you're telling me you're happy?" I looked down with a smile. Happy was a loaded word.
"I wasn't alone" I simply said. The day I met Howard all my problems disappeared. The abuse stopped. I found some stability in my life. And I know Howard Stark and stability weren't necessary words I'd put together but it just happened.
This time it was my turn to move places. We found ourselves in the 1940s. 1947 to be specific. There I was in my wedding dress. In front of the altar with Jack. "Do you take Jack Thompson to be your husband 'till death do you part?" The reverend asked. I smiled a bright smile. "I do" my voice was soft and innocent. "Do you take Ransom Amina Evans to be your wife 'till death do you part" Jack smiled. "I do" his eyes were shining. "You may now kiss the bride" Jack had the most blinding smile. I fell into his grip as he kissed me. People around me stood up clapping and shouting.
As we walked out of the church all of my dearest friends and family were behind me. I walked out with my chest filled with joy. For a moment I forgot all of my pain, but Killian pulled me back. "oh, I thought we were going through your trauma" he quips. I rolled my eyes. "The good usually comes with the bad" Finally we flashed to the day I miscarried.
I was sitting on the hospital bed, crying. "How far along were you?" I locked eyes with Killian. "8 months" My voice was shaking. This time he didn't give me a sly remark. He seemed sad. "Well, I'm sorry" I looked down. "What's her name?" a smile appeared on my face. I pained one. "Alia" her name came with a sigh.
I think I was finally getting to understand why I was making this field trip down memory lane. I was looking for the day my powers woke up. I didn't have to look back very far to remember. I was teleported to that day in Tony's office where I confronted Obediah Stane.
He was beating the hell out of me. I had no strength to defend myself anymore. All I could remember was the stinging pain but at the same time, my face and body were going numb. It turned into a burning sensation. "Alright now we're going somewhere" Killian smiled brightly clapping his hands.
My cheeks and eyes changed color. Panic spread across Obediah's face. I was about to explode and probably hurt a lot of people. I was reaching my limit and as I was about to let go. Lucky for me Tony stepped in and blasted him through the room.
Killian turned to me—a proud look on his face. "Good girl" I looked away. "They're on the surface and it's proof you can control it" he took me by the shoulders again and pushed me. "It's time to wake up"
I opened my eyes and sat up in one smooth movement. "Ransom?" Steve's voice sounded worried. "Open the door," I said sternly. Steve and Tony were frozen in their place. As I started bouncing on the glass, Tony finally moved. He typed in the code and the door opened.
Steve stepped in front of Tony trying to protect him with his shield. I stood in front of them. "Don't worry I'm not gonna hurt you" I moved my neck and my powers disappeared again. They both looked at me hesitantly. "It's okay, I'm not gonna hurt you" I stuck out my hand. Tears were streaming down my face.
This was a moment where I was supposed to feel powerful and happy. But I wasn't. The only thing I could think of was the number of people I could hurt with this much power. Steve's stern gaze softened as he lowered his shield. But Tony was the first one to step from behind him. "We're here to help" Tony reassured me. Steve agreed. He dropped his shield and took a few steps forward, pulling me into his arms.
Tony joined and we stood there in a group hug. "This is everything I never wanted" I cried. "We know, but we care about you, we're here to help," Steve said. "You're gonna be okay." Tony tried reassuring me.
I was hoping that they were telling the truth.
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I can't . - ~26~ (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1370779353-i-can%27t-%7E26%7E?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=CurvedCrazy&wp_originator=0Gok%2BZnN8xjgGNFWFDprcAQcEEL8QNz4464Bz1XbRgAYennnfKeT0Mx9hy%2BLsLAX2Pdd%2FFI813NyjwtuqOILgeVe92O%2FNnTnUPOQqOsCuQ5wzsipTMliVMT1np1q1ukE When she falls in love with Carlos, a whole lot is at stake, her career, her future and the secrecy about her family status. Her father will certainly not be happy about it.
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Present of the Past || TONY STARK fanfiction - CHAPTER 24: CHAPTER 24: ''The one where Tony has a flashback'' (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1438630470-present-of-the-past-tony-stark-fanfiction-chapter?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=yasmienkhalfallah Ransom Evans, a young girl born and raised in 1940s Brooklyn, New York, had the privilege of growing up in the influential circles of her father, who happened to be a prominent figure in those times. As fate would have it, Ransom's father became a business partner in the early days of Stark Industries, forging a strong bond between the Evans and Stark families. The bond between Ransom and Howard Stark, Tony Stark's father, grew stronger with each passing day, becoming an inseparable friendship. However, their lives took an unexpected turn when Howard embarked on an ambitious project to construct a time machine. The intended purpose was to transport Ransom to the future and bring her back safely, but an unforeseen malfunction occurred during the experiment, leaving Ransom stranded in the unfamiliar year of 1999. Amidst the ensuing panic and confusion, Ransom found herself running into Tony Stark, the charismatic and brilliant son of Howard. This unexpected encounter proved to be a turning point in her life, altering its course entirely.
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what is your blog title referring to?
don't worry about it
#liz answers asks#anonymous#ok fine it's ffffrom. it's from the fanfi#from the fanficti#it's from. the fa n f i#FANFICTION.#look were you a marvel fan circa 2014? maybe not#ok so there's this#award winning critically acclaimed BEST fanfiction series#it's about some letters..#ok it's from not easily conquered#am i fan? well. see exhibit a blog title and also i have an officially endorsed coda for it on my ao3. shut up.#literally the longer i have it the harder it becomes to change#so i guess it's gonna stay that way forever#ps to the author of nec if you're reading this don't let it go to your fucking head.
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Comfort Person
I’m starting Charlie Puth Thursdays back up!
TW: mentions of emotion trauma, but no direct information. Panic attacks and crying, things of the sort. Word count: 1.1k+
Charlie’s manager had taken it upon herself to inform Y/N of his grueling upcoming tour schedule and unfortunately she didn’t stomach it well.
Y/N relied on Charlie’s nearly constant presence to get by day by day. Him leaving every day was so painful, but she was getting stronger little by little. But knowing that she would have to go weeks at a time without seeing him scared her.
She always had his shoulder to cry on when she had had a rough day. His soft voice always found its way to her ears to tell her the jokes she needed. His limber piano-playing hands were always ready to wipe tears from her cheeks.
She reminded him of a helpless baby kitten whose mother had abandoned her. She clung to Charlie for dear life, using figurative claws to latch onto his shirt.
He was always ready and willing to listen to her and take care of her when she was horny or sick.
She had come from a damaged past and was ready to jump in a car with any kind-seeming man who wanted her.
Her sweet smile and gentle nature had drawn him to her. The longer he had known her, the more of her they discovered together. He had guided her through the rediscovery of herself, but now he was being pried from her.
Some days he left and she couldn’t get out of bed in fear of being without him. People scared her, but he made it better.
And neither of them would have it any other way.
Sometimes he wished for her anxieties and insecurities to vanish and set her free, but at the end of the day, she was his.
Because of her past, Charlie was extremely overprotective of her, not taking her anywhere she didn’t want to go, and not letting the press into their relationship. He would ward them off like seagulls at a picnic and he loved it.
She had broken down crying the second Nastia had told her the news and she had run out. She knew through Charlie that she would be allowed to fly places and stay with him… sometimes. She would have to be alone for weeks at a time. Completely alone.
He wouldn’t be leaving for eight more weeks, but she would relish every moment spent by his side tenfold.
She had crawled into bed crying after Nastia told her about Charlie. It wasn’t that he was upset or that she wanted to close doors for him, but he was her source of refuge.
She cried for hours until she contained no more tears. She knew she needed to eat and drink something, but she couldn’t. She wanted Charlie.
She curled up in a blanket on Charlie’s side of the bed, pretending it was Charlie’s arms holding her.
He would whisper secrets into her ears, his hot breath filling her until he could hold no more. He would tell her about getting suspended for releasing the whole school early ** and getting his eyebrow bitten by a dog.
He would tell her how pretty and strong she was and how much he loved her.
She would fall asleep with her head resting over his heart as he caressed her cheek softly, brushing stray, tear soaked strands of hair off of her face.
She woke up to hear a key in the lock at the front of the house and two thoughts immediately crossed her mind. Either Charlie had finally returned home to you if something terrible had happened to him. His murderer could have the key to your apartment. His murderer could sneak into the bedroom to find her, scared and vulnerable, in his bed.
A wave of relief washed over her when Charlie’s tall, strong silhouette filled the doorway, sending a fresh wave of hot tears flowing over her face.
“Baby,” he said gently and she whimpered in response. “My baby,” he said, approaching the bed, eyes filled with concern. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”
The moment he sat on the bed, she was on his lap, clinging to him for dear life. She sobbed into the white tank top that he wore while he stroked her hair sweetly. “Nastia told you, huh?”
She said nothing, but the way her chest heaved with each sob said everything he needed to know.
“Well, I’m not leaving yet. I’m here for you now. Just lemme change my pants and I can give you snuggles forever and ever. ‘Kay?”
“No.” The blunt syllable escaped her lips and thudded into the silence.
He got up anyway with careful instructions for her to stay on the bed and just watch him change. But she got up right behind him and followed him to the dresser, clinging to his arm all the way. She held him as he pulled off his jeans and pulled on a pair of sweatpants and he said nothing. He knew he had to pick his battles carefully.
He carried her to the bathroom so she could sit on the counter while he brushed his teeth. He didn’t pull away when she wrapped her arms around him to keep him there.
The fear in her eyes could have broken his heart. She needed him more than anything and here he was leaving her. But at the same time, he needed to leave for her. Time alone would be good for her.
He carried her back to bed and let go of her so she could situate herself. She laid on top of him, head over her heart, legs wrapped around his hips, arms gently around his neck. She wanted to hold him so he couldn’t get up, couldn’t leave her.
He turned on his phone and set it beside him so the blue light washed over her tearstained face. He cooed over it, brushing his thumb over and over it.
She sniffled and cleared her throat as if she was getting ready to speak, but she changed her mind.
“Are you thirsty?” Charlie read her thoughts. After she nodded, he reached down and grabbed his water bottle from beside the bed. He handed it to her, crinkling the plastic so she would know to grab it from him.
She did and she drank it all quickly, enjoying the slight taste of what was inherently Charlie.
She relaxed again and rested on him. Taking a deep breath, his mind raced. He told her all sorts of stories that she usually fell asleep to. He stroked her cheeks and praised her softly. When she fell asleep, he watched her sleep. He took great pride in watching her sleep. All of the angelic beauty that only she possessed lay on his chest. She was all his.
He knew his leaving was stressing her out, and stressing him out in return. But at that moment, he knew she would be okay.
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