#phew— this was a LONG time coming jesus
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a mutually assured attachment
pairing: bucky barnes x fem!reader
word count: 3.9k
summary: crossing the thin line between friendship and something more, but not before a few set backs.
warnings: set before tfatws, therapy positive, emotional hurt / comfort, mutual pinning, adult dialogue, use of pet names (sweets, darlin') mentions of food and alcohol consumption, a little bit of jealousy, friends to lovers, a conclusion to a lovely little slow burn
a/n: technically part of a mini-series, but can 100% be read as a standalone. also, unsure if anyone is still following this story, but i wanted to wrap it up ‘cause i really enjoyed starting this series all those months (years eek) ago. plus if anyone stumbles across it in the future, it will be complete! thank you for reading and for your support <3
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Bucky Barnes did not think of himself as the jealous type.
Yes, he envied his fair share of individuals he encountered throughout his long life: the people who made life appear easy, those who seemed to have everything figured out, and everyone who took “mundane” for granted.
The regular Joe’s with their nine-to-five jobs, a random group of friends, and not a care past anything other than their stack of overdue bills or their fantasy football league (whatever the hell that was…). The average Jane’s who often reminded Bucky of his own mother, hoping to grow and nurture happy homes, full of sweetness and a load of laughter, desperately trying to shield everyone around them from pain and misery.
Envy, yes. Bucky was familiar with the feeling. Jealousy however… Well, jealousy was different.
Jealousy was usually a side effect of romance. It called for a connection stronger than Bucky allowed himself to form with the people he met ever since he became himself again. It involved trekking on dangerous territory and putting other people at risk, therefore no, James Buchanan Barnes was not the jealous type.
That is until he met you.
He’s learned to admit that you entered his life at a time he did not even realise he needed you most, turning it completely upside down (for the better) and providing him with a glimmer of hope that there was still good in this post-blip world.
He’s grown attached to you, opening up in more ways than one and sharing thoughts he hasn’t spoken about with anyone since Steve. Over time, you have easily grown to be his favourite person.
And now Bucky was sitting at the bar, picking at the label of the beer bottle in his grip while watching you toss your head back in laughter at something this random suit-wearing jerk was saying.
You disappeared for five minutes to go to the bathroom. Bucky thought nothing of it, even ordered you another drink while you were gone. But when you didn’t come back to your seat, stopping instead for a chat with a stranger, you unknowingly caused an unnerving feeling to rush through the brunette sergeant.
This wasn’t the first time someone tried hitting on you while you were out with Bucky, (and considering how jaw droppingly beautiful you were, he was actually quite surprised it didn’t happen more often). However, this was the first time you engaged back in the flirtatious interaction, which was more than unsettling to your blue-eyed neighbour.
He wanted nothing more than to wipe the smug smirk off of the dude's face. Quite frankly, the only thing stopping him from doing so was the reason he wished to do it in the first place: you.
Fuck, Bucky cursed himself, this was jealousy.
Shifting in his seat so he wouldn’t have to witness you with that dunce, Bucky brought the beer bottle to his lips and, in one sip, finished what was left of his drink. He then paid the tab and was about to stand when a hand gently squeezed his shoulder, grabbing his attention.
“Sorry about that,” you said and he forced a smile.
“No need, darlin’,” Bucky reassured, hoping the tone of his voice didn’t betray him, although, judging by the elated look on your face, he had nothing to worry about. Your thoughts were focused entirely on something… else.
“I was actually just about to leave,” he added and got to his feet. “Didn’t wanna disturb your conversation.”
You furrowed your brows. “What? No, don’t go,” you implored, sliding your hand from his shoulder down his leather covered arm until your fingers reached the hem of his jacket.
Bucky held his breath as you gripped the material, the softness of your skin just barely brushing against him.
“He gave me his number so I’ll call him later if I feel like it.”
“You stay,” he demanded, “I’ll go. There is something I gotta take care of anyway and I don’t wanna ruin your evening.”
Pursing your lips together, you eyed him suspiciously, scanning every inch of his face for any tale of dishonesty. See, during the time the two of you have spent in each other's company, you have gotten quite good at reading your brooding neighbour, despite his closed off demeanour. Which is how you could clearly see there was something bothering him.
However, you have also come to learn when to stop pushing him and give him space.
“Okay.”
“Okay,” Bucky repeated and shooting you one last congenial smile, he walked towards the exit.
You watched him leave, his figure disappearing in the shadows of the rainy New York night. Inhaling a quick breath, you returned to the guy you were chatting with just moments prior, and four drinks later, you stopped thinking about Bucky.
Albeit just for the night.
The next morning you wound up at his door, as usual. When he didn’t immediately answer, you retreated back into your own apartment without giving it a second thought because it was definitely like Bucky to ignore you from time to time.
That afternoon you knocked on his door again, and you repeated the action after returning from work over the next four days — still no Bucky. And because he was also not answering his phone when you called or replied to any of your texts, the worry suddenly spread through your veins making you nauseous.
Feeling conflicted about what to do next (since it wasn’t like you knew anyone else in his life you could reach out to) you decided to distract yourself any way you knew how, hoping one day the grumpy brunette would simply show up at your door as if nothing happened.
Unfortunately for you, keeping your mind from wandering about your blue-eyed neighbour proved harder than you wanted it to be and it wasn’t until a few weeks after you last saw Bucky, the perfect distraction finally made an appearance.
You often debated adopting a pet but your landlord didn’t allow any animals which seemed like reason enough. Now, you were standing face to face with what was perhaps the most beautiful cat you had ever seen, and as you cautiously approached it, the white feline inclined towards you, allowing you to gently run your fingers through its fur and eventually pick it up.
While carrying the cat to your apartment, you researched vet clinics in the area and promptly made an appointment for that same afternoon. Turns out your new furry friend was a she and the epitome of health, making you think there was someone out there missing her immensely.
While at work, you printed out flyers with a picture you took of her and your phone number at the bottom, before dropping them around town during lunch.
For about a week, you waited. Waited for your cell to buzz but no one ever called.
“Alone together, huh…” you murmured, gently running your fingers through her soft fur, “Guess I should give you a name then. Can’t keep calling you cat, you deserve better, don’t you think?”
She purred in response, as if she understood every word you just said, and you couldn’t help but smile.
The next couple of days were spent brainstorming potential names although nothing you came up with seemed to stick because either you didn’t entirely like it or she didn’t respond to it — mostly the latter.
“You’re so stubborn,” you tittered, watching her lick her paw, “I should call you ‘Bucky’.” The name escaped your lips and you immediately froze, your mood dampening.
That night you didn’t sleep. Tossing and turning all night, thinking about the blue-eyed man for the first time since the cat has entered your life.
Stirring sugar into your coffee the following morning, Bucky still occupied your thoughts.
There was something about him you couldn’t quite shake. Despite the majority of the people in your life being there longer than your super soldier neighbour, the connection you two shared, well you couldn’t really explain it. Bucky just made you feel… different.
Frankly, you hated yourself for becoming so codependent on another human. Sure you had a good group of friends and even enjoyed the company of a couple of your colleagues, but no one meant as much to you as James Barnes.
The cat snuggled into your leg, purring softly. You tilted your head down to look at her, her blue eyes reminiscent of Bucky’s, and a defeated sigh escaped your lips.
“Don’t look at me like that,” you whispered and she blinked. For a moment you wondered if she sensed the growing sadness in your heart. You remember reading how pets can detect human emotion, which is why they provide so much comfort, but you had a hard time believing it, until now.
The corner of your mouth twitched upwards, shifting your expression into a half-smile. You were about to say something when a distinct jingle of keys drew your attention.
It couldn’t be, you thought and hastily dropped the teaspoon into the sink before heading for your front door.
At first you were almost certain you were seeing a ghost, pale and dishevelled. Then, for a brief second, you didn’t really know who you were looking at. An intruder or someone new moving in perhaps? (A lot of possibilities although you only wanted one to be true.)
It wasn’t until the person turned around, eyes meeting yours instantly, you realised it really was him.
Bucky was back. Unexpectedly. The exact same way he disappeared.
“Hey,” he greeted sheepishly.
Your first instinct was to get angry, but the longer you stared at him, heart thumping, the more you knew that wasn’t the rational thing to do. Anger wouldn’t solve anything, it wouldn’t answer any questions. And you had a lot of questions.
The next thought that ran through your mind was to throw your arms around his neck and nuzzle yourself into his embrace because you missed him goddamnit.
“I-I…”
While you debated exactly how to react and what to say to him, your furry friend squeezed between your legs. The quiet meows grabbed your attention momentarily along with the attention of the brunette man.
With a shaky hand, you lifted the cat up before meeting Bucky’s gaze once again.
“I-I got a pet,” you blurted out, immediately regretting it because what a lame thing to say to someone you genuinely thought you would never see again.
He cleared his throat and responded, “I can see that.” Pause. “What’s um, what’s his name?”
“Her name,” you corrected, “And to be honest she still doesn’t really have one. I’ve just been calling her random things to see what would suit.”
Biting on the inside of his cheek, Bucky fought back a smirk.
“That’s definitely unique,” he commented.
“Don’t tease me, James.”
Just as the two of you returned to your usual banter, silence surrounded once again when his name escaped your lips. An apologetic look spread across Bucky’s features and he took a step in your direction.
“I’m sorry.”
Bucky decided quite early on into his friendship with you that he would do anything to keep you out of harm's way. When his feelings towards you transformed from general fondness into something much stronger, he decided the best way to keep the promise he made to himself would be to distance himself, (at least until said feelings faded).
He never planned on leaving. He simply wanted to make himself unavailable some evenings or weekends, come up with lame excuses as to why he couldn’t hang out. But the night Bucky left you at the bar, returning to his sad apartment alone, he switched on the TV. Suddenly, he needed to visit Sam. He figured you would understand. He never planned being away for so long. He never planned on leaving you behind without so much as an “I’ll be back”.
Looking at you now however, bottom lip quivering and tears in your eyes, he fucked up. He should have at least answered your calls and texts.
You sniffled. The cat, which was now half-resting on your shoulder, alerted immediately to the gentle sound of your undeniable sadness and rubbed its paw against your face.
“Uhm…” you cleared your throat, “I-I should go feed her.”
Bucky chewed on the inside of his cheek and nodded. He didn’t want you to leave yet, there was so much he had to say, a lot to explain.
“Right, of course,” he uttered almost sheepishly, “Maybe later if you have some time we can—”
“Maybe,” you cut him off and did a u-turn back into your apartment, “Welcome back, James.”
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The next couple of weeks passed uneventfully.
And no, you weren’t avoiding Bucky. Not entirely. It just so happened that every time you had to leave, you did so via the fire escape as opposed to your front door, and every time you heard him out in the hallway, you switched everything off and held your breath, pretending you weren’t home.
You rationalised your behaviour as necessary. It wasn’t avoidance. It was… self preservation. He hurt your feelings when he left. You couldn’t just let him waltz back into your life as if nothing happened, opening yourself up for pain yet again.
Bucky was understanding of your unspoken request to be left the fuck alone. He knew he screwed up but he wasn’t sure how to make things better. All he wanted was to see you smile, and be the reason for it. How could the two of you get to that point when the couple of times you bumped into one another it was awkward?
Was it going to be like this forever?
Luckily, you had your cat to keep you distracted.
Despite not being named yet, she brightened your mornings and had a calming effect in the evenings. She sat at your feet while you were baking and purred into your chest when you were taking a nap. She followed you around the apartment like a trusted companion, even sitting on the bathroom floor while you showered.
So it was strange when one morning she wasn’t in your bed and it was even stranger when you didn’t hear her tapper around the apartment while you were getting ready. A feeling of dread settled in the pit of your stomach when you called her for breakfast by the various names you’ve so far come up with — no response.
By the time you had searched around your whole apartment, you were already late for work. At that point you were thinking you couldn’t go in anyway, your fucking cat was missing. One quick “I think I have food poisoning.” call later, you unlock your laptop in search for the flyers you made when you found her. Tears formed in your eyes while adjusting the title from ‘IS THIS YOUR CAT?’ to ‘HAVE YOU SEEN MY CAT?.
That’s when you knew you couldn’t do this alone.
A short two minutes later, your knuckles are pressed against the wooden door of your neighbours apartment. One, two, three gentle knocks later, and Bucky is standing in front of you.
“I need your help,” is all you managed to blurt out. It’s all you needed to say, really. Bucky doesn’t need any further explanation when it comes to you. He grabbed his jacket and followed you without question.
When you showed him the poster on your laptop screen, he reassured you in a calm tone. One that almost makes you believe him. One that almost makes you forget that he’s left you all alone, without a word. Almost.
“When did you last see her?” Bucky asked.
When you shrugged your shoulders in a defeated manner, he sighed softly and without really thinking about where your friendship currently stood, wrapped his strong arms around you. The second his frame closed around yours, you burst into tears, face pressed against his chest as he held you close, consoling you.
The world seems to come to a stand still at that moment.
You’re not sure how long the two of you stood there. Seconds, minutes. He did, however, manage to calm you down, bringing the waterfall to barely a trickle as you sniffled against his t-shirt.
When Bucky eventually dropped his arms, you avoided his gaze. Scared to admit out loud how good that felt and how glad you were he was here for you, since he’s hurt you once when you became too attached, and you weren’t going to let him do it again.
“How about you stay here, in case she comes back, and I’ll go search for her outside?” Bucky suggested, dipping his head to try and meet your teary eyes. His hand is on your shoulder, barely holding on as if he was afraid you would suddenly flinch and pull away — which he most definitely was.
All you did was nod, and as he headed out the door, a quiet “thank you” escaped your lips.
“Anything for you, darlin’.” Is what you think you heard, but the tone of Bucky’s voice is so quiet, you rationalised that you heard wrong.
The day was spent wandering aimlessly around your apartment, checking your phone every two minutes to see if Bucky had had any updates on the whereabouts of your little pet. He had not.
By the time the sky turned dusky dark, you had lost all hope. She’d never be found. It was as if the universe only meant for you to be together while Bucky was away. You couldn’t have both. That would be too good, too lucky.
But just as you were about to start crying again, a glass of cheap wine in hand, the doorknob rattled and seconds later, in walked Bucky, holding your precious feline friend in his metal arm.
“Oh my god,” you exhaled as relief took over your entire body.
You ambled forward, reaching for the cat in Bucky’s grasp as she meowed uncontrollably, seemingly happy to see you. And Bucky smiled as he watched you snuggle into the white creature, heartbeat growing tenfold with every tick of the clock.
“She uh,” he began as you moved across your apartment, settling down on the couch, “She’s quite the climber, that one. After a day of searching half of Brooklyn, I eventually found her on the rooftop of this very building.”
“Thank you,” you said without averting your gaze from your furry white friend.
What he wanted to say is, “Just glad I could be here for you,” but what he uttered instead was, “Don’t mention it, darlin’.”
For a moment, Bucky hovered in your entryway, unsure whether you wanted him to leave now or if he could stay, just like he did many times before. He decided to not push it. Decided it’s best for the longevity of your friendship to not force anything with you, especially since the strong feelings he had for you before he left have only increased in the time apart — complete opposite of what he wanted to happen.
So he turned on his heel, but just as he was about to say goodnight, you turned your attention to where he stood and waved him over.
“Stay,” you requested, “The least I can do as a thank you is order us some takeout.”
“You don’t have to do that, darlin’.”
“I want to,” you said honestly, hoping he can detect your sincerity, “Stay, please. I-I let you walk away once before and ended up not seeing you for months.”
He swallowed, but didn’t say anything.
“Please stay. I want you to stay, James.”
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The morning light trickled in through your half-opened curtains, causing your eyes to open slightly and take in your usual surroundings. Except these weren’t entirely your usual surroundings. There was one thing different this Saturday morning as compared to others.
Bucky was still asleep, covered loosely by one of your many blankets. His chest heaved softly, quiet breathes escaping through his parted lips. He looked so peaceful sleeping in your bed, sleeping next to you, and you couldn’t help but smile at the sight before you.
You shifted to your side and slowly trailed your gaze along his pretty perfect features, focusing on the details you’ve honestly never noticed before. The scruff perfectly angling his jawline, the little crinkles in the corner of his eyes showcasing how he’s aged over the years, barely noticeable but still present.
Then the cat made an appearance, jumping on the bed, settling between you and the super soldier. Before you got a chance to shush it, not wanting to wake Bucky up, she purred against his shoulder.
A smile crept up on his features at the contact. Seconds later, he opened his eyes before slowly tilting his head to first look at the pet, then at you.
“Good mornin’.”
“Hey.”
There’s a moment of silence during which you two simply stare at one another. Time seemed to have come to a standstill. The blue of his eyes piercing, searching your gaze for what, neither of you were really sure. All you both knew was the longer you remained this way, the more your hearts swelled.
Bucky was suddenly feeling nervous, as were you.
“Thank you for staying,” you eventually whispered.
“Thank you for asking me to stay,” he replied.
Another second of silence.
There was so much Bucky wanted to tell you, but the words were stuck in his throat because how can someone go from avoiding, leaving without a word, to admitting that they cannot live without the other person. And that’s exactly how he was feeling. He’s come to terms with it now. He couldn’t live without you.
Would you even feel the same? He wouldn’t expect you to. In fact, he would think you’d want to remain a little distant given everything that’s happened. But then again, if that’s how you felt, then why would you ask him to stay?
Maybe you just needed the extra push, same as him.
“Think you should name her Alpine,” Bucky suggested, one hand rubbing the cat that was now sitting on his chest, while the other reached for your fingers. Slow, but not hesitant.
“Alpine,” you tested the name on your lips. “I like that.”
You take his hand then, intertwining your fingers together without commenting on the fact. He squeezed gently, testing the waters further, and you squeezed back — again, both of you choosing not to say anything about the physical interaction.
“Did you have any plans for today?” Bucky asked and you shook your head. “So, would you eh, would you wanna go somewhere?”
The smile on your lips widened.
“We do have a lot of catching up to do, neighbour.” A modest tease. One you hope won’t ruin the moment, or the day ahead.
He just chuckled, mimicking your expression and making any worries disappear just as fast as they threatened to break through.
“That we do, darlin’.” Pause. “I’m sorry for messing it all up. I promise to make it up to you, starting today.”
Taking his apology in, you let go of his hand, instantly missing his touch. Bucky was too, but he didn't get to completely register just how much because you shuffled closer to where he lay, closing the gap between you.
One arm extended towards his chest, resting gently as your fingers brushed a now sleeping Alpine, and also grazed against Bucky’s own in the process. The thudding of your heart inside your chest was most likely loud enough for him to hear — it was. He focused on it, the beating, and it calmed him entirely.
Your aura calmed him. It has since day one and he hoped it would until the end of his days on this Earth.
Yes, Bucky was more than attached to you.
Luckily, the feeling was mutual.
Sealed with a soft kiss.
as always, thank you so so much for reading, and please reblog to tell me what you think! <3
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Piccolo x F! Reader
3rd person
Warnings: Smut, lingerie, Piccolo can grow a pp if he wants Imao, Fingering, Roughness, slight Size kink, P in V, cuddles.
(Spoiler: Piccolo could give two shits abt the outfit)
Piccolo is sorta ooc I’m sorry 😭
Not proof read
THIS IS MY FIRST FANFIC BEAR W ME PLS!
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*You wonder into the local mall looking for a new pair of shoes, as you are walking to the exit a certain store catches your eye and you have to take a look*
“A lingerie store?, not everyday you seen one of these anymore” you speak to yourself. you debate about going in but what use do you have going?.
The ring on your finger reminded you why you should go in, “piccolo..Maybe just a small look wouldn’t hurt..plus maybe giving him an early anniversary “gift” wouldn’t hurt.” you smile and continue walking.
As you step into the shop you are surprised by a woman. “Hello ma’am! Would you like to take a look at our newest lingeries?” Your trying to find words “N-no thanks I’m just looking!” You tumble over your words leaving you a bit embarrassed about it. “Oh no worries!! Let me know if you need any help!” The woman walks into another direction to help another costumer.
*phew* you look around at all the mannequins and bins with panties and bras but none seem to your liking.
“Jesus, how do girls find good lingerie now? Or am I just picky?.” You take a couple more steps when a mannequin with the exact thing which you now wanted.
*This is what it was btw*
You knew it was the one that would make your husband would like too..is what you would like to think but knowing Piccolo he would probably think it’s Pjs-. “finally” you find the lingerie in your size, pay, and drive to get roses.
You got three bouquets of flowers, the two full of roses to decorate the room and bed, and one full of red and white roses decorated for your dear husband.
Your planning on giving him the rest of your gift plus the flowers tomorrow on your actual anniversary of 3 years.
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Your finally home and ready to crash but you can’t just yet.
You suck up your tiredness and go up to the master bedroom where you and your husband sleep. You pull apart the rose petals and throw them around the room on the white dresser, on the bed, and on the carpet.
After about 10 minutes you wipe off your sweat and look at your watch, “two more hours” you sigh. Two more hours till Piccolo comes home, you decide to nap to reward yourself….your silent snores fill the room…..Suddenly you are awoken by the shut of a door.
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*gasp* “OH SHIT! WHAT TIME IS IT!?” You look at your watch, 4:00PM you have been asleep for a long time but it felt like a second. Guess you were too exhausted from shopping all day.
You quickly try to lock the door so Piccolo wouldn’t see. But he walks up the stairs as soon as you do (after taking off his head gear and cape and setting it in the in the laundry room.) He tries to open the door but you have a strong grip on it, “y/n? Are you alright” his raspy voice calls out to question you. “Yes I’m fine!..Could ya just wait please? Uhm..Give me five minutes!” He sighs “alright.” without a question he sits at the door leaning against it as he waits. Just the sound of his tired deep voice turned you on. You started to rub your thighs together. You started to get excited just like you were earlier maybe even more.
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*thud* “y/n? Are you okay that was loud.” He sounds concerned “I’m okay hun!” You stand back up after falling trying to pull up your stocking.
You quickly light all the candles, dim the lights, and try to find a sexy pose for when he walks in. You cover your bum with some of the blanket , your head on your left hand, laying on your side.
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Waiting…Waiting..knowing it’s only been about 3 minutes it feels forever.
You wanted him now..
You needed him..
You crave him..
You wanted your husbands touch..
You wanted him to be rough..hard..You wanted to be his cum dump..you wanted to-
Piccolo turns the knob as you daydream your fantasy. “It’s been longer than 5, Now what happened-oh” he’s stunned at the sight of you waiting for him, the petals, the candles, the lights.
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“Y/n? What is all this?” Piccolo questioned the sight before him confused why the room was full of petals and why you were in lace. “Don’t you remember? It’s our anniversary~” you start to crawl to him “That’s not until tomorrow can’t you just wait?.” You stand on your knees to reach his chest and you begin to take off his Gi “Just let me take care of you tonight~ It’s a early gift dear”.
“But y/n” Piccolo stops your hands from going any further “you did all of this for me the least I can do is make you feel better, so don’t push yourself dear.” He takes your hands in his and lays you down gently. “P-Piccolo?!” He observes you and your outfit giving a small smirk “for me?~”.
Piccolo leans to give you a gentle kiss filled with love. He pulls off the lingerie as his lips still attached to yours one hand now on your bare breast the other cupping your face lovingly. You now only in your skirt feeling wetter now. “can you..touch me? please” you say huffing from the passionate kiss. “Of course”.
Piccolo presses you against the head of the bed and rips off your skirt, he moves your panties to side and inserts a single finger. “H-Hah!” You wrap your arms around his neck for support. You play with your clit to get some extra relief but Piccolo smacks your hand away “You stay put I am the who is going to please you, not you got it?” He lifts your chin to look in your eyes. “Ok..sorry” you give him a small peck to apologize.
In return Piccolo inserts another finger “God! piccolo!!”. He finds it amusing that a human smaller than him can still hold herself up after two finger that are longer and thicker than hers.
Piccolo slides his fingers out leaving you upset, you whine at his action. He takes off the top of his Gi. “your very sexy today heh” you still dazed with pleasure “Glad you think so”. Piccolo takes off his pants leaving him fully naked, you feel the urge to pounce on him but stay seated where you are.
Piccolo stretches before he crawls back on the bed. He lifts you up over his crotch and sets you down on what feels like..a..is that his dick!?, you think to yourself. Of course you’ve had sex with Piccolo but you’ve never known he had a cock especially not as big as you thought either. “P-Piccolo is that your!” You are cut off by Piccolo grinding his cock on your black panties which are already soaked with your wetness.
“Correct, I can make items what makes you think I can’t make a human genital?” He had a point and you were definitely not complaining, he was definitely big and a good 9 inches not to mention thick! “You start to grind on his dick causing Piccolo to wince at the feeling. He pushes you on the bed, “I told you to leave this business to me, bad girls like you should be punished~” and that’s exactly what he wanted. He wanted you to disobey.
It’s all going to plan.
Piccolo wasn’t the only one with an early gift either you know.
He rips off your panties the remains in shreds. He grasped your thighs and slammed into you without warning. “H-Hyah!!!~?” You were breathless at the actions of his, Piccolo was sure enjoying himself because he leaned into your neck hiding his flushed purple face whilst trying to hide his small grunts.
“P-Piccolo! I love you so much hmmm!” You clawed at his back sure to leave a mark for a while. He grunts loudly “i love..you too” too drunk with pleasure of your tight walls clamping down so hard on his cock. Piccolo started nibbling on your neck and sneakily bit your neck causing you to cry out in pain and pleasure.
“Hhaan!! Please!” Piccolo picked up his pace and crashed his lips onto yours once more. You moaned into his lips, your walls spasmed letting him know your close to the edge and so was he.
You let go of his lips and rocked your hips with his and releasing your juices all over him unexpectedly without warning. “s-sorry..” he continued to thrust to reach his climax “hhah..” he pulled out of you releasing all over your stomach. Both a panting mess you were first to break the silence, “that was amazing *huff* But I’m a mess and so are you” you chuckled at him.
With one swift move Piccolo picked you up bridal style to the bathtub. He gently set you down giving you a small kiss on the cheek as he started up the water. The bath was full and you relaxed but not as relaxed as you would be without your dear husband. “Honey?” He looked over wiping himself off with a cloth “join me, please?.” He couldn’t resist he couldn’t say no to you plus he definitely needed a bath as well.
He sat down in the tub and you leaned into his chest. “I’m so happy to be with you” you held his hand “I’m so glad I met you Piccolo” you said smiling at him. “No, I’m happy I met you my dear wife”.
You chuckled at his response and slowly fell asleep on him. “Cute.” He laughs pulling you close to him.
End. I love this man you don’t even know.
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went like a not insignificant distance into your blog because I can feel the batfamily consuming me and eating my heart and so on. haven’t ever read or watched or played batman however. as I trust your opinions Where do you suggest I start
omg welcome. i have recently been afflicted with something similar so i do have recs!!
in terms of canon — which i will say i have middling opinions about, and i'll admit that i haven't really read any comics older than the 90s — i'll recommend the comics that really got me In Trouble:
Batman: The Knight (2021). 10 issues by Chip Zdarsky and Carmine Di Giandomenico. this remains my batman holy grail. it's about bruce's journey to becoming batman and focuses on pivotal experiences in his education. it also features my favorite hot sexy murderous ex husband, minhkhoa khan. also, and most importantly, has some of the best written bruce and alfred interactions that i've read.
Nightwing (2016) #78—. by Tom Taylor and Bruno Redondo. idk this was one of the first ones i read and i just really enjoy the punchy art and the action and the dialogue. from my understanding from #78 onward, the issues are trying to maybe breathe more life and color into nightwing's stories, and for me it works. it's just super fun and cute and i love dick grayson.
Dark Knights of Steel (2021). another Tom Taylor, this time with Yasmin Putri. idk if you told me a year ago that i would be into reading a DC fantasy AU where superman is a prince and batman is his loyal guard i would have laughed in your face. but it's really very fun and the art is excellent. i have quibbles about the worldbuilding, but the robins make it worth it. the robins feature and they are delightful. excellent brainworm material overall. it's still ongoing and i'm not sure how many issues are planned.
Batman/Superman: World's Finest (2022). this one's by Mark Waid and !!! Dan Mora (whose art i cannot stress enough makes me cry) and it's set to be 10 issues, there's one more coming in december. it's got great sort of vintagey vibes and is just really really fun, featuring dick grayson robin who i would run into a burning building for.
for batman proper i'll say i've been kind of cherrypicking issues to read, but i read a good long run of Batman (2016) starting with #102 because, you guessed it, it's the introduction of minhkhoa khan, aka the ghost-maker. i also enjoyed the Fear State saga (#112-117), but most recently i've been very into the recent issues by Chip Zdarsky and Jorge Jimenez starting with #125, which sets up a conflict between batman and failsafe—an AI bruce himself created in case he ever needed to be taken down. so far the failsafe saga has given me:
bruce badly beaten and bleeding <3
the whole family banding together to try to stop failsafe
batman zur-en-arrh, which is like, if batman fell into a bucket of colorful paint
so, so many tim drake feelings
just to name a few.
PHEW so for non-comic media, i recommend:
Batman: Wayne Family Adventures. a webcomic from Webtoon by CRC Payne and Starbite. new episodes every week and they're FREE and they focus on slice-of-life family stuff and some character-centric episodes, which is all i've ever wanted really. this was the first batman thing i read, which kicked me off into looking into canon more, resulting in this hilarious set of messages to my friend spanning probably no more than a few hours:
for movies, i don't tend to vibe with the characterization of bruce (and damian. and dick. and talia..) but i enjoyed Batman: Bad Blood (2016) and Batman: Under the Red Hood (2010). also Please Watch The Lego Batman Movie. seriously it's really good and fun
for video games, i've only played Batman: Arkham Knight (2015) out of the legendary series of games by Rocksteady. but man is it A Game (admiring). i also do have a lot of fun playing Gotham Knights (2022) because it's focused on the kids in the batfamily, but i will admit that it sure is A Game (derogatory).
jesus this is getting long. in terms of fic, i would probably have to make a separate post for all of the fic that's lit my brain on fire but you can check out my fic rec tag here on tumbo and my public bookmarks on AO3 for some of my favorites. i also highly endorse all of the fics in @vinelark 's batfam fic rec thread on twitter.
thanks for this opportunity to gush incoherently and i hope this helps <3
#i actually forgot what my ask tag is#asks answered#?#i think that's it#anyway thank you sorry and omg hi!#batman#long post
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The Mimic × The Cursed Robot
It was a normal night,Brittany couldn't sleep,so she decided to sit in the cherry blossom nearby.
-How strange...cherry blossoms are very rare here!
-Yes my dear...
-Who's there?!
Brittany looked back and saw a woman in a black dress,a black hat,black eyes and a lipsticked mouth.
-Don't worry...I just came to talk
-Get away!You don't seem trustworthy!
The woman approached Brittany, who was cornered into a wall by the woman, the woman held out her hand and Brittany began to turn inexplicably pale.
-W-What's happening to me...?!
-Don't worry,you'll join my puppets
-Puppets...?
Brittany fell to the ground lifeless and the woman picked her up and teleported to an unknown place, little did the woman know that one of her puppets was seeing everything.
☁️:
-I need to warn the other people that they must be here!I'm going to hide from Sama in that building
The white woman hid in the building and stayed there the whole night, soon after it finally dawned and Cursed Mega Man woke up from his rest, but he got a big scare when he saw that white woman
-JESUS CHRIST PROTECT ME!WHO ARE YOU?!
-Calm down!I don't want to kill you,I just want to warn you something
-Okay,what's up?
The woman said that she saw her controller, Sama killing one of Cursed Mega Man's possible friends.
-Oh my God...!Brittany! we have to notify the Sergeant!
The woman and Cursed Mega Man ran to Sgt.Night's lab and Sgt.Night also got a big scare, but Cursed Mega Man explained everything.
-No...Brittany...
Sgt.Night started crying with the loss of his ex-wife and Cursed Mega Man hugged him and Sgt.Night asked:
-Miss,where this idiot teleported?
-In the Spider's Cave,Japan,Edo period
-Alright,let's ask to Blacky to take us but,what is your name?
-Hiachi Masashige
Sgt.Night, Hiachi and Cursed Mega Man went to Blacky who was talking to Shadow Wood Man.
-Hello,what happened?
Hitachi explained everything,so Blacky and Shadow Woodman used their powers to create a portal leading to the Edo period.
-Is this place?
-No,this is the village where I lived,go somewhere else
-This one?
-No,this is a beach.
After wandering through several meaningless places,Blacky finally arrived at the right place and everyone got ready,because they didn't know what could happen.
-Be careful,guys!Cursed Mega Man,transform into your Nightmare form.
-Alright,I'll hold your hand all the time
Cursed Mega Man turned into Nightmare Mega Man and everyone moved on to find Sama and save Brittany.
-Girl,you are very beautiful
-Thank you...why are you telling me this?
-It's because I thought you didn't feel good about your appearance
-Ah,okay...thanks!Shadow Wood Man
After walking a long way,everyone found a red door, but looked up and saw several creatures on a string like puppets.
-Mommy...if you and me didn't meet that woman, we'd be home together...
-Wait a minute,Brittany...I will save you,my love
Everyone entered the door and immediately realized that they were in a maze and that Sama in his Saigomo form was there to make everything difficult,but there some lockers along the corridors
-Okay,let's split up!I'm going alone, Nightmare Mega Man and Hiachi go to the right,Sgt.Night and Shadow Wood Man go to the left
Everyone split up and went after Saigomo's eight hearts,to kill her once and for all and bring everyone back to life.
-Phew!another heart destroyed,I can't wait for that woman to turn to ashes
-Hide!she's coming!
Sgt.Night and Shadow Wood Man hid in the closet and noticed that Saigomo seemed more aggressive and faster, after many dark minutes...finally Saigomo was defeated
-Useless...you think you're going to get away with this?!
-Hiachi,go to a safe place!Let's take care of her
-Alright!good luck!
Nightmare Mega Man,Shadow Wood Man,Blacky and Sgt.Night began to fight Saigomo,all not only for the people Sama controlled and the future of Japan.
-DIE,YOU FREAK!
After a big fight,it was all over...Saigomo died and everyone returned to life and normal,like Brittany.
-Thank you so much for saving all these families and me and my daughter!
-You're welcome lady... now we must go,may your future generations be blessed with protection
Everyone left and in the end everything ended well
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Mando S3E5:
- Boy is this recap long. Something's going down this episode.
- "Pirates?" WHY ARE YOU CONFUSED, YOU KNOW THEY HAVE A PROBLEM WITH YOU.
- Gorian Shard still sounds like the guy from Santa Claus Is Coming To Town.
- Oh shit, he's opening fire.
- This planet the New Republic base is on? Looks like Scarif.
- DID I JUST SEE DAVE FILONI
- IS THAT FUCKING ZEB?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
- HOLY SHIT.
- IT SOUNDS LIKE HIM. VOICE AND CHARACTERIZATION.
- WELCOME BACK ZEB!!!!!!!!!!
- REBELS FANS, WE WON!!!
- Oh, Elia Kane's back already. What's she up to now??
- "Sounds like a rather Imperial way of thinking." Oh, you have no idea, Teva. But that would be a great insult to use on literally anyone else.
- Hmm, Karga almost looks like his old self.
- It hurts to see how few survived the pirate bombardment. Oh wait, there's a few still hanging about
- Lmao Teva's going for Din. How does he know where he is anyway? There's like a thousand planets in the GFFA.
- lmfao
- R5.
- And here I got excited he meant Sabine. I still can't believe they gave us Zeb back.
- hello, March of the Resistance
- Dude, you just did them a favor. They need to relocate Lmao. Thanks for forcing them to.
- There's something really funny about Din having to hold the Armorer's hammer to speak before the rest. Paz, too. Reminds me of stuff out of elementary school.
- Ah, that makes sense. Using Karga's offer for the covert. I like it. It's perfect.
- Paz still has a lot of resentment for what happened to the covert. I can't blame him, though. A lot of Mandalorians died.
- Oh shit, he's actually agreeing. Didn't see that coming.
- Paz, I see your chin
- "You lived there once, hiding in the sewers. But now you can be heroes." TMNT VIBES. 😂
- Oh hey, Vane. What makes you think you'll survive a third time?
- "They've got you outnumbered ten to one." / "I like those odds." / "I bet you do." THE NOSTALGIA, MAN. And these two use to be enemies.
- Something about Din distracting the pirate's cruiser reminds me of the whole fight with the krayt dragon in S2E1.
- Also, the Mandalorian's going down through the streets of Nevarro reminds me of the flashbacks of Din getting taken in.
- TOOK YOU LONG ENOUGH, PAZ.
- THE MUSIC.
- THE MUSIC.
- Paz, don't die.
- Jesus, this whole thing went wrong very fast.
- "He's above you!........He's below you!" Vane, this guy's so fast your callouts don't even matter.
- Lmfao that Trandoshan gunner was so oblivious.
- VANE YOU COWARD.
- Ooh, puffer pig reference.
- THE TOWN. NO. Oh, I think it missed. Phew.
- Aww, I love how Karga welcomed the Mandalorians. He's changed so much, I love him.
- Reminiscing, are we?
- "Remove your helmet." What? She can ask them to do that????????
- Wait, are you telling me. Is the covert giving up their helmet rule? The Armorer is slipping from her strict hand.
- Oh, she believed her.
- Damn, so Bo-Katan is to be Manda'lor (or however the hell you spell it)
- "It is time to retake Mandalore." AYYY.
- Teva...?
- WHOA, I DIDN'T KNOW R-SERIES COULD DO THAT.
- Shit, Gideon is free. Great...
- And Mandalorians did it?? Huh..
ALSO, HOLY SHIT THE LASAT WAS ZEB. I AM LOSING MY FUCKING MIND RIGHT NOW, I CAN'T BELIEVE IT.
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re: your ask from greyr4t about win10: as you said in your answer its free, just needs a key for 'activation.' ime activating win10 has been worth it. like you mentioned, it isnt strictly necessary, one can make do fine in a somewhat limited capacity with the watermark in the corner forever (unless your monitor is an OLED then have fun with 100% guaranteed screen burn in lmao. or unless always seeing it enrages you disproportionately. as in my case). but having windows activated is honestly just nice, it makes many things easier and is more sustainable in the long run... worth the extremely minor hassle as like a QoL thing imo. you also brought up that its possible to circumvent microsoft (and its brazenly insane asking prices 🤬) & buy cheap keys online from third parties. i wanted to talk about how i did shit, hopefully it helps the original asker directly or at least comes in handy to know
so i bought my (shady bootleg, yes, but perfectly functional for years now) win10 activation key for even cheaper than what Synthia listed as a price point- iirc, under 5 bucks USD. (might be higher now w inflation, but id be surprised if its much more than around 10.) if things still work how they used to, you can do this on ebay. technically ebays policies dont allow it, so the accounts selling these keys come and go frequently due to getting shut down by ebay after popping up. thus, dont necessarily be put off if the seller hasnt existed for long, as often thats just how it goes (or it did. hopefully this sort of thing is still going strong🤞); do trust happy reviews. now, there are a few TYPES of activation keys– priced slightly different, nothing big– that correspond to different editions of windows 10. so basically its home edition, pro edition, and "pro for workstations". might be worth finding a brief summary of each to determine which edition best meets your needs. (there are more editions beyond the main trio, look into those too if you want, but the tldr on em is theyre for like niche markets w/ highly specific use cases.) fwiw, i got pro & am happy with it. another thing, from personal experience: may or may not be obvious but you're gonna wanna save a screenshot of your key somewhere safe and accessible. additionally though, label the screenshot somehow so you know what it is later, and if youre a disorganized scatterbrain like i am then put that in multiple places you can reliably access so if/when youre having trouble tracking it down you know where else to look; it came in handy for me to have access to it in places both online (cloud storage like google drive or dropbox for example, or even just saving the email copy of the ebay mssg in the designated folder in your email for the ones containing info you wanna save) & off (physical note on paper, stored in the files on one or more personal devices, etc). theres a huge chance youll need it again in the future– like say if you want to upgrade certain hardware– and likely more than once. final advice: highly recommend looking into comprehensive ways of "defanging" and/or "lobotomizing" windows, as they say. i.e., a tip that gets circulated is doing the initial setup for windows w your pc in airplane mode / ethernet unplugged so you dont have to make a microsoft account so they cant create a profile on you to collect your data to sell off & target ads at you (which is obvi totally reversible later if you decide the benefits of having an account outweigh the drawbacks). shit like that, plus the loads of guides out there– many here on tumblr itself– on extensive fucking around in various settings to disable bloatware / preserve privacy / other useful stuff, that can get pretty granular. i think ive even seen Synthia herself reblog posts like that here a couple times, maybe? perhaps try checking relevant-seeming tags from the tagging system in her pinned, or do a blog search for the term 'windows' and see what all there is to find
phew, anyway, jesus christ! sorry this got to be such a long writeup!!! some of this blog's aggregate of resources have been a big help to me, so i wanted to try to pay it forward a little <3 and, Synthia, if you wouldnt mind, tagging the original asker in your response to this anon so that greyr4t is more likely to see all this would be very much appreciated by me!! ty in advance!! thanks also for your careful curation of useful info on this blog, plus the helpful posts and guides youve written here for us yourself 👍🌈
hi anon ! thanks for writing all this up !! lots of great points here - hopefully they help you out @greyr4t ! the airplane mode one is real important too if you care about privacy (and the fact you can't choose to make a local account during installation unless you are disconnected from the internet is awful and yet another dark pattern-type tactic.
i'm glad my blog's been good for you <3 (though i do need to go through and make all the important stuff a bit easier to access at some point)
iirc there's some reblogs on general privacy stuff (probably under one of the REPO tags and like "net privacy" or similar) as well as my own firefox post, and maybe more will happen in the future when i get to them
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Here's how my day has gone so far
Accidentally drink too much caffeine and can't sleep. Gage, who destroyed his dog bed earlier is crying because sleeping on a blanket isn't luxurious enough for him, so I let him sleep on my bed. Except he gets so excited that he's on the bed that he starts trying to play instead of sleeping (he can't jump on the bed by himself so he's not usually up there). So now I really can't sleep.
So I'm tired.
I take Gage for his first walk. He poops in someone's yard and I realize I'm out of poop bags, so we go back home, grab some, and go back the way we came so I can go pick it up, because I'm polite.
Tiny little girl walking a normal sized pitbull with three legs steps out onto the sidewalk from their driveway in front of us.
Pitbull obviously runs towards us and rips the leash out of the little girl's hands.
I mentally prepare for a dog fight because I've never seen this dog in my life and don't know what he's like and I have ✨trauma✨. I have no idea what I'm gonna do if this dog attacks my dog. Am I mentally prepared to kick a dog in front of his 5 year old owner? Probably not. Am I emotionally capable of kicking a dog at all even if it's to protect my puppy? I really don't know. Would it even help? I don't know!There's a decently sized man blowing grass off the sidewalk a few feet behind me so he can help? Maybe?? All this is flashing through my panicked mind in the second it takes this dog to close the distance between us.
Pitbull starts sniffing Gage normally. Okay, phew. Okay. Jesus fucking Christ. This is fine. We're fine. I could cry.
Little girl is yelling "get away from my dog! That's my dog!" As if I'm the one who caused this.
I tell her it's okay because she's 5 and hand the leash back to her as if that's going to help anything. He immediately escapes again, the girl screams in that really high pitched, piercing "ah!" way that little girls do, which makes both dogs more excited excited. So they're both sniffing each other but also doing that thing where they're weaving through each other and I'm getting tangled in Gage's leash.
I'm standing there like, "okay, they're both friendly but what do I do about this." I can't walk away because the girl is not strong enough to hold the leash, so I can't escape him. Leafblower man is just standing there as bewildered as I am. I was expecting a parent to run up and apologize but it's been long enough that now I'm assuming this is just a tiny child and her big dog out in the world by themselves. Do I just stand here on the sidewalk forever? And hope the pitbull gets bored and goes home of his own volition???
Girl's mom finally shows up like a full minute after the initial dog escape and yells "MAJOR" walks up and is like "don't worry he won't do anything to him" yeah that's great. It's a little late for that revelation. Doesn't grab his leash or anything, just stands there and stares at him. Then goes "EW he's licking his peepee!" YOU ARE A GROWN WOMAN.
I'm like "????" The little girl is screaming every time they make a sudden movement. The mom is yelling at Major like he's the one doing anything wrong at this particular moment. I'm terrified Major is going to suddenly decide we wants to kill Gage because Gage isn't neutered yet and sometimes male dogs get weird about that, and again I have ✨trauma✨but even if I didn't that's a totally reasonable thing to be worried about. Why isn't this woman even 1% concerned?
The mom FINALLY picks up the leash, and the girl whines "I WANNA HOLD ITTTTT" Kid. You physically cannot.
The mom SCREAMS at the little girl "I'M HOLDING IT". Okay, bitch. It not her fault she doesn't understand that she's not strong enough to hold it. This whole situation is YOUR fault. Why were you letting your 5 year old walk the dog that much further ahead of you in the first place? You don't have to scream at her.
I LEAVE. Gage, classic fraidy cat when it comes to bigger dogs, surprisingly is acting like nothing happened. I give him a treat.
I turn down the next street and can still hear the kid screaming periodically a block away. This poor dog. I pick up Gage's poop from earlier.
We're so lucky Major was friendly because it's so easy for that situation to go badly. If Gage had been hurt I don't have a car to drive him to the emergency vet.
I'd end this with a "keep your fucking dog on a leash!" But really the moral of this story is "don't attatch that leash to a child with the grip strength of Scotch tape and maybe have a little bit more urgency when your dog is loose next to a busy road even if he's not actively running into traffic" Dog owners, man.
I'm so tired.
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09.10.23
so ive been feeling very mentally challenged today so im gonna complain to you guys about it.
so i have this thing with swimming idk how to explain it but like i find swimming so mentally exhausting. it's kinda like washing my hair. like i need to mentally prep for it and it's absolutely tedious, even though it's not supposed to be. idk if it's a sensory issue around water or wet clothes or idk what. but it's just like exhaaausting. so in the summer whenever my friends invite me to go swimming or rent a pedalo or something like that i always make up a billion excuses.
(last week it was my bestie's birthday and she loves swimming so i was like okay, im gonna go swimming with her, it's not a big deal. and it wasn't a big deal becasue i like mentally prepared for it for over a week.)
so here's the thing. my friend lucien has one of those inflatable motor boats. (but his is a military one obvs, cos he's like obsessed with military things, we love quirky special interests.) and he spends all of his free time on it, like he's obsessed. literally every day he's like chillin on his boat. and he's been asking me and my bestie all summer to come on the boat with him. thankfully, we couldn't coordinate bc one week she was on holiday, another week i had my period, then we were both busy, etc. the boat never worked out. and as summer came to an end i was like phew, no boat for me, thank god. but my bestie was a bit upset cos like she loves swimming and she really wanted to go on the boat. but like whatever, there's always a next time.
and this weekend it was 25+ degrees so lucien got the boat out again. and he messaged me on saturday like "hey, boat tomorrow?". and he's been asking me for so long and plus my bestie really wanted to go so i was like okay sure, let's get the boat over and done with.
and lemme tell you, i was dreading it. the night before i was like ughh i don't want to do this please god make the boat not happen. but the weather was lovely, the lake was calm, the boat was inevitable.
and okay, i feel so spoiled. because there i was, on this super cool boat with my friends at the lake chillin under the sun. and i hated every minute of it 😭😭 like idk what it is with me and water. but like i really hate being wet (in the literal way lol!) and being in/near water is so exhausting for me. and at the end i was soooo tired. i went to bed at 9pm and slept for 12 hours, that's how tired i was. like when i tell you, i find water activities exhausting, this is what i mean!
but that wasn't all!
even after 12 hours of sleep (or maybe because of it), i was still exhausted. i had this insatiable hunger, i wanted to eat allll of the carbs. and i had my skating lesson at half past two today. so i was like jesus how am i gonna skate? like i swear, being on the boat the whole day with no mental prep like destroyed me!!! so on my way to the rink i bought a pain au choc with ovomaltine for energy and it woke me up a little bit but mentally i was still not there.
needless to say, skating wasn't great. i was super stiff and shaky. and it sucked bc i look forward to it the whole week and today i really wasnt able to make the most of it.
then i had to go to the shop cos mum had a meeting. and this man came in and wanted to buy a 30chf shirt with a 200 euro note. so i calculated that it's 190chf, so i need to give him 160chf change. and idk if you guys understand, i cannot do mental maths (dyscalculia?? i can't read numbers either, it's a whole thing). i struggle so much with it. my brain goes into 90s dial up internet mode like "beep beep KHRHSHSHHSHHHHHH". it stresses me out so much. so i did 190-30 on the calculator but as soon as i started to hand out the change, the man told me i was doing it wrong. and, because i suck at mental maths, whenever customers tell me ive given them the wrong change, i tend to trust them. so i got confused. and distracted. and i had tunnel vision bc i was still feeling super exhausted. and fyi i have adhd, so this was hell. and i couldn't figure out how much i owe the man or how much i had already given him. and guess what! he ended up scamming me for 80chf!!!! i feel so stupid and terrible. i really shouldn't have accepted the 200 euro bill in the first place, it's such a basic scam technique. like this is first grade cashier safety, but i was completely zoned out. and we lost 80chf, great 😑
then this woman came in. and here i go back to being a weirdo. because i have a lot of trouble recognising faces. at school when id see my classmates outside of school like even at the bus stop, they'd say hi to me and i wouldn't recognise them, it's that bad. and at the shop we have returning customers ofc. and i always feel bad for not recognising them. what's worse is that we have a lot of russian/ukrainian customers and no offense to them but they all look the same. they're all blond and they're all called something like natalia, svetlana or tatiana. and this lady comes in and i say "bonjour", she says hello in russian and it's already awkward because i was suposed to recognise her. she had a bag of clothes to give to my mum so i was like "sure, i'll tell her when she comes back". and i had to ask for her name (it was natalia ofc) and it was awkward bc im sure we've spoken like 100 times before. but since i was so mentally tired i just like couldnt be normal.
then i went grocery shopping with my primary motivation being that i needed to buy vegetables for dinner. did i get the fucking vegetables? ofc not, i forgot. and had to go back.
like im just so tired of being like this. i wish i could just like go swimming like a normal person and be attentive and not socially weird and not have worse short term memory than my grandma with dementia, you know what i mean?
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merry christmas!
Heyyoo! It’s me! I know i’ve been out of touch lately and there’s a lot that I missed telling. Yep, life goes on and past is past so let me tell you what’s on my mind right now. It’s christmas day and I’m 2 hours away before my shift ends. Phew, 12 hrs is really long. Eto na nga magtagalog na ko para with feelings! Haha! Si Crushie ko kasi sa ER nakakainis crush ko nga sya kasi kinikilig ako hahaha. Confirmed na talaga. Everytime na magkakainteraction kami kunware kebs lang pero after... ahhhhhh :””> Gusto ko talaga maging friends kami huhu. Tas eto na nga nagbumble na naman ako kasi naisip ko nagdl pala ko ulit lol. Grabe wala ako maswipe right! Pag meron minsan napilitan pa. Ahuhu Lord ano na po? :’( Waiting lang ako dito pero sana po wag masyado matagal. Ilan taon na rin po ako naghihintay wahaha please po oh... In Your perfect timing po.
So ayun nga sige recap ng buhay ko HAHAHAHA
First ang saya mag bakasyon talaga too bad gastos ko din haha adulting sucks pag mahirap ka lang talaga. Second, wala naman pinagbago #umay na ko sa work talaga ayokoooo na tas gusto ko na din magtry as VA as in. Kung may ipon lang ako nagawa ko na magresign agad talaga. Then comes the third one, ANG GASTOS KO. Huhu. Don’t know where did i spend all my money but they are gone. :( Tangina talaga hahahaha taas na din ng bilihin ngayon as in grabe. Tas ang luho ko pa. Eto pa isa ang aga ko na nga naghanda for christmas expenses kasi gusto ko makatipid pero bat parang dumoble gastusin ko huhu. Kasalanan talaga to ng credit card eh. Mag gagawa ulit ako New years resolution and goals for 2023. Gonna be more strict to myself this time. Di ko pagbibigyan yung “deserve ko” kasi HINDI KO DESERVE SA TRUE LANG. Okay siguro pag bts exempted wahaha pero as much as possible i’ll try to lessen din sa merch. Meron pa pala isa mayie is urging me to plan/build a business support daw sya pero parang mahirap yung gusto namin as of now lalo na wala talaga ko budget kasi i’m nagiipon for my emergency fund HAHAHA tas parang i realized i’m good at working all by myself. So lets see siguro goal ko magfranchise something? Di ko parin pala natutuloy yung mp2 lol worth it pa ba may ginagawa kasi sila bagong batas kaya hmm not sure na... hoping 2023 would be a prosperous year for me and my family. Blessing on top of blessing Lord pls.
Ayun lang, adulting is so hard. I missed my old self haha sobrang overthinker ko pala talaga din hahahahahahahaha. And people change is the truest! Before parang everyday ako magentry dito and never thought I would be this lazy sharing my thoughts haha. Anyways, I will try to be kinder and have lots of patience. Happy birthday, Jesus. Thank you for everything. I love You! Yung jowa ko na po pls hahaha <3
12/25/2022 4:08 AM
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A Halloween Night
It was Halloween,all the Robot Masters were roaming the streets looking for trick or treat.
-Go on, Chauncy Scissorhands! I want my candy!
-Okay, calm down, Ice vampire!
-Finally, Chauncy Scissorhands
While the Robot Masters were roaming the streets looking for trick or treats, Cursed Mega Mummy, Cursed Hatsune Mini, Blacky Ghost, Colonel Cat and Demon Sergeant were inside an abandoned building. Doing what you definitely wouldn't do on Halloween...
-I heard a myth that says how to summon the spirits of Halloween, we can try?
-Okay, as long as they don't exist
-Haha, don't be silly, Demon Sergeant! Let's go
Everyone prepared the ritual and followed all the steps and...
-Huh?
-How convenient, it seems that Demon Sergeant was right
Everyone left the building, but what everyone didn't know was that the ritual worked... and the spirits were going to the city. Meanwhile with the other Robot Masters:
-Phew, they arrived in time, let's start the festival!
Yes, there was a costume festival on Halloween!
-Hello everyone who is gathering on this bloody night, come on stage and do trios, duos and whatever!
Let the costume festival begin! (while they still have time)
-Here we go: Chauncy Scissorhands, Ice Vampire, Elec Afton and me... Witch Chaoquite!
-Right after this quartet,we have:Proto The Killer, Cursed Mega Mummy,Cursed Hatsune Mini and Wizard Namagem!
-After another quartet we have these lovebirds that are separated: Angel Brittany and Demon Sergeant!
-After the lovebirds,we have two more: Scythe Reaper and Colonel Cat!
-Going to the trios,we have: Wave Bendy, Splash Alice, Fire Boris!
-Going back to duos we have: Hypno Dalhia and Shinji Man!
-And finally: Blacky Ghost and Zombie Wood Man!
After a great festival and a lot of fun,it's time for the result to see who the winner is:
-It's the winner is...
-WHAT THE F*** IS THAT?!
Everyone looked scared and saw an army of Halloween spirits.
-Jesus Christ! I'm hallucinating or is this real?!
-The ritual worked, we're toast!
-YOU DO THAT?!
-Long story! How about the prize goes to whoever kills the most here?
-Good idea!
Everyone fight with the spirits,while Blacky invaded the building to destroy the ritual.
-COME ON, JUST DESTROY THIS!
While the Robot Masters fought, several twists (or not) happened,like that:
-Wow,looks like I found my copy, your time has come...
-That's what we'll see, skull
Scythe Reaper went up to Grim Reaper,where they exchanged scythe blows and incredible as it seems,death came to death
-Your time has come, skull *step on the head*
Meanwhile, Angel Brittany and Demon Sergeant were face to face with zombies
-You may not like this and neither do I, but you will have to accept it.
-What do you mean, Breaker?
-That!
-WOAHHH!
Angel Brittany and Demon Sergeant started to dance, even though it seems confusing to you, Angel Brittany already figured out what had to be done and shot all the zombies
-Well, it seems that dancing isn't even that ridiculous
-Yeah, but what do I get in return?
-A nice shot in your head, want one?
-No, thanks
Meanwhile,the famous Count Dracula was trying to bite Ice Vampire, even though Ice Vampire said he was a robot...
-Be quiet, child... I want to taste your delicious blood
-DUDE, ARE YOU DUMB?! I'M A ROBOT,YOU STUPID!
-Stop freshness, I know you're lying...
-What do you know?! I'm really quiet, you'll see
Count Dracula approached Ice Vampire and bit his neck, instantly breaking his teeth.
-AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!MY PRECIOUS TEETH!
-Well done,idiot *pulls garlic out of pocket*
-AHHHHHHHHHHHH!
With Wave Bendy, Splash Alice and Fire Boris, things were a bit different....
-Honestly! Why do you bring Vapor Man to life now?!
-WE CAN'T DO THIS ALL THE TIME!
-So let's die! *faints*
-I think you better turn into this Vapor Man now, you sure don't want me to rip that lady's face off with my chainsaw
-Okay, weird guy...
Wave Bendy and Fire Boris merged, creating Vapor Ink Demon.
-Oh shit...
-Calm down, you will have a good life in my ink world
With just one hit, the chainsaw freak was gone (looks like it was easier than usual)
-Okay, now I'm going to take this mermaid to an aquarium
Yeah, apparently several Halloween spirits like Chucky, Pennywise, Freddy Krueger, M3GAN, Ghost Face, Frankenstein and Pumpkin Jack they got along very badly! and to make it better, Blacky destroyed the ritual and it was all over
- Phew! What a night...
-I warned you not to do that, but you ignored it
-Yeah... and know that I need a BIG explanation for all of this!
-I'm sorry to inform you, but there are no winners here...
-Ah!I wanted the prize so much!
-It's okay, kid! *carries and hugs* next year you win,at least you have candy!
-Okay... Who wants candy?
-ME!
-NO! GIVE IT TO ME!
-I'M 45, BUT IT DOESN'T MEAN I CAN'T EAT CANDY!
-NOTHING OF THAT! GIVE IT TO ME! I MADE THE BEST COSTUME!
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on the subject of crackships.
in a prue lives, phoebeleo piperkyle pruecole paigeandy au (in which paige meets them in s1) how do u see it playing out and ALSO. do u see them all having kids still. this is so random i am so sorry (also i don't mean they have to be set from the get go and never get w anyone else but these would hypothetically be endgame)
i mean with phoebeleo like hard yes like in s2 when they're watching the baby at the end everyone's like phoebe ik you're gonna be a great mom you're gonna have like a million and one kids like mark my words and phoebe's real smitten about it like wow u really think you : ) i'd like to. guess i should probably find a guy first tho huh. but if that guy's already there bc it's leo and he's been here since season one i think they are easily first to have kids and first to get a full power of three the other three is definitely like another can of worms bc like.
okay so for paigeandy obvi we're starting andy's an old childhood friend of the halliwell's for the sake of cleanliness did not date any of them (if we're going messy tho dated prue hooked up once or twice with phoebe (not while dating prue, but neither of them ever mentioned it around prue bc well. yikes.) And piper had a major crush on andy for like. a decade. from ages 13 to 23) and he's a cop and does. stuff idk helps people and this lands him frequently in bed with social services which is. consistently. a pain in the ass. and he doesn't try to hold it against them bc they're clearly understaffed underpaid there's a lot to do but um jesus. and everyone in the precinct Hates having to go over there to do stuff bc you're just standing in the lobby drinking bad coffee for fifty minutes before you can even get a word in with the work and unlucky andy he drew the short straw ends up at social services and who should he meet there if not this gorgeous but really scatterbrained berkeley grad with a mouth like a sailor and a heart of gold and now um there's no need to draw straws at the station because andy straight up volunteers to go to social services just to see paige which she notices of course because like. were you jinxed or something? cursed? i've never known someone to draw the short straw so many times. and andy's like no i just um. like being hands on with my work i don't like leaving up to some dumb rookie with bad luck and paige is like oh don't worry i promise it is still being left to some dumb rookie with bad luck i mean i am right here blah blah blah banter conversation hint at a tragic backstory give it half a season and then it's official bf/gf shit and as far as charmed goes it's a prophecy about four sisters and the halliwells are like phew. dodged a bullet there lmao. until they do something only charmed ones could do and they're like Wait. Fuck. Is There A Fourth Sister Out There? so they find paige within the first hmm ten episodes or so.
so since we have both s1 phoebeleo and paigeandy i'd say they'd be on the fastest track but i feel like paige does have a lot more issues when it comes to getting married and having kids than phoebe does regardless i think by s4 they're married on track to have kids with pruecole we're doing the s3 introduction and the enemies to lovers arc we seal that with either a wedding at the very end of s4 or at the very beginning of s5 however kids is like. like they both want kids but prue has daddy issues and cole has mommy issues not to mention the charmed one/demon hybrid so they need to do some soul searching on that one. prue's probably pregnant by the end of s5 and has her baby halfway thru s6. paige may or may not have had kids at this point if they did they were kind of a whoopsies baby but she and andy r embracing it with open arms.
piperkyle imo is peak in a divorce/widower era it's been pitched like piperkyle au where he's not fucking insane piperkyle au where she's not brokenhearted piperkyle au where they're both normal happy people who then meet but like. nah. the appeal of them to me really is being the broken fucked up human being and feeling like you're kinda just gonna stay broken and fucked up bc you had your shot and you blew it so now you're here get used to it and then to have someone to meet someone who sees you so genuinely as you are that at first it's disgusting leave me alone i hate you but out of that just honest sight grows familiarity and comfort and before you even realized it happened love and jfc i'm in love with them???? but you realize that you're always happier when they're around you want to stay by their side and you don't even have to wonder if they feel the same because you just know they do because you Know each other and you don't have to wait for them to turn and run once they see who you really are because they know who you are they've known from the start saw the ugly the broken and vile and looked past that and saw the beauty and genuine love underneath like 🗣‼🗣‼🗣‼🗣‼. piperkyle consistently makes me insane. So. in order to hit this. we're bringing in dan. that's right, from season two to six (maybe just five but i'd like to have the pruecole arc wrapped up in a nice bow by the time we open up the next enemies to lovers) piper and dan give a relationship the old college try going from the honeymoon phase to the cringe failmarriage stage until it's eventually just time to call it quits like you literally can't move forward. so because of the delayed start piperkyle would def be the last to have kids but because this is a long slowburn full of character development and just like. vulnerable bonding moments i think that once they go official as a couple wedding and kids are not far off on the horizon i think if we close out a season (a hypothetical 9 or 10) with them getting together for the first time then we gotta burn some miles on the freak out denial stage because i always think that's funny that'll last half a season? maybe a third. and then by the end of the season we're looking at a wedding. by the end of the following season they def have a kid
superlatives!
most fashionable couple: pruecole
most likely to name their kids after dead relatives: piperkyle
most likely to break p tradition: paigeandy
most chill about dating a charmed one: phoebeleo (andy kyle & cole would all be way too willing to throw themselves into danger, leo trusts phoebe's foresight and knows when he needs to sit on the sidelines. it is a lesson all the other men still struggle with)
bonus round!
best bromance: 1st place: leoandy 2nd place: leocole 3rd place: colekyle
#charmed#prue x cole#piper x kyle#phoebe x leo#paige x andy#also never apologize for sending me dumb crackship things i fuckin love them!!#💌
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NICOLAS and PETE the Prequel
Nicolas slammed the door behind him. “Pete! Help me get home." Pete himself came around the corner a few seconds later and was first shaken by a huge belly. "Oh man, you have to explode!“ "Let me kiss you, my boyfriend" The two experience a passionate French kiss. "Please help me to put my clothes off. The best thing you can do is bring my sweatpants. I need space, babe!" Pete immediately goes to the closet and says "Yes, I can well imagine that!" Nicolas let himself be lowered on the couch and spread his legs free. "Oh yes! that feels liberating!" Pete sat down next to Nicolas and rested his head on the free belly and circled the lower stomach area with his left hand. "And? how was work?"
Nicolas lay his head back so that one could see his Adam's apple clearly. "Oh dear! It was really exhausting. After a certain period of time, there should be real vacation during pregnancy. Stupid that only women have a plus point. Men are strong and don't need that! Even after the break, I continued to show signs of the impending birth. Contractions and something like that. But it has settled down so far. I was lucky again." Pete looked him in the eye and was upset. "My poor boyfriend. You work so hard. We have to see whether the contractions come back and whether you will continue to work for the next few days. we're already over the due date. for two days to be exact.“ Nicolas also grabbed his own abdomen. “Gosh yes you are right. Pete, can you rub your heavily pregnant boyfriend's huge BabyBelly? He has severe strains." Pete did this right away and after a few minutes the whole baby bump was shiny. Nicolas was unfortunately still plagued by braxton hicks. “I'm slowly feeling the pressure of the amniotic sac. That's supposed to happen with extreme water brokes. First you should feel a strong pressure and then the Water Broke and explode in contrast to a high Water Broke. So much more amniotic fluid should leak out.“ Petes hand slips worriedly into Nicolas' intime body part. “So everything is still completely dry. But if you can already feel this pressure a little that can be a strong sign of an upcoming birth. So you should decide now whether we are going to the hospital or whether we are planning a home birth. I'll do what you want, babe." Nicolas stretched out his legs “Oh Yes...Ouch. Yes, I want to stay at home. We are all in peace here. I don't feel like the stress on the way to the hospital. Besides, we don't even know if there will be a bir...Ouch! Jesus that one stretched painfully!“
Pete got up and got some towels in case of an emergency. “Pete! Please do your pregnant boyfriend a favor and bring a non-alcoholic beer! I need this now." Pete did him this favor and watched as he emptied the bottle in a few gulps. "Do you want to keep your sweatpants on?" Nicolas looked up carefully and stood up and leaned against Pete for a moment. "I'll keep them on as long as we don't know if it's serious at all" Nicolas straightened up again and let go of Pete. Then he took a few steps to the window front and then pulled back in a little. The pane of glass served as a support. The overzised sweatpants in dark gray fluttered with his movements and Pete stood behind Nicolas. He clutched Nicolas and his bulge and stomach pressed against Nicolas's back body. Pete's hands cupped the lower abdomen. “I'll help you, Nicolas. Tell me how I can help you and I'll do it. You are strong and you can do it all.“ Nicolas contraction came to an end again and he could easily turn around so that the two bodies faced each other. Then the two kissed again and their stomachs pressed together. “The pressure is coming again...ouch! It seems as if my amniotic sac is about to give up.“ Pete crouched down at eye level with Nicolas Huge BabyBelly and started talking to the body. "Hey Belly. The time has come, but you don't have to give up yet. Be a little strong and hold on. If not, that's not bad either." The words calm Nicolas and this made a great way that the stomach and the amniotic sac relaxed. "Yes pete. Well done. The pressure has gone. Maybe we got a little more time after all. ”Nicolas slowly set off again and sank back down on the couch. Pete followed him, too, but took off his clothes down to his underpants. “It's really warm here and I will die otherwise. phew!“ Nicolas calms down and examined Pete as he sat sexy on the couch. "I love your body, pete" slip out of him. "Nicolas, your huge belly ensures that I want to fuck you 24/7!" Nicolas laughed. "Oh man, I feel that! The hormones turn me into a sex bomb!“ They both laughed, but then Nicolas grimaced again and closed his mouth. "Jesus Christ! That pressure! Ouch!!!“ Nicolas breathed a sigh of relief when his pants turned damp and darker. “The Water Broke! The pressure is gone.“ Pete was totally surprised because he hadn't expected it anymore. Then he took off Nicolas's pants and had a clear view of his cervix. "Okey. Your contractions have made you really wide open. So I think you can start pushing now.” Said and done. "Fuck! The baby is sinking! Can you see the head?!!“ Pete kept an eye out and when the time came he actively helped Nicolas with the clenching and the delivery of the child. "It's a boy!" Cried Pete and Nico was nervously overwhelmed and exhausted. They called him Dylan. Nobody could think that Dylan would later have a spectacular pregnancy and a dramatic birth! ———
You can read Dylans story here
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All The Hurt - Chapter 5
Pairing: Peter Parker x fem!reader
Warnings: ANGST, Peter was an ass, reader is a hurt and petty bitch, fluff to make up for the angst, curse words, lots of “coincidences”
Word count: 2.5k
A/N: had to make this one short because the next one is hella long
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“Phew, all right,” you wheezed through fast pants as you finally reached the computer room, hand numb and aching from the dripping ice pack in your palm, “you need to explain to me what’s happening. Because- man, I’m out of shape.” You placed your hands on your hips and bent slightly for a moment, taking a huge gulp of air before marching over to Ned and giving him the pack, “I’m confused as fuck, Ned.”
One of his hands continued its work while the other reached out to grab the pack. His fingers continued to type away with speed you’d never seen before as he spoke, eyes never leaving the screen, "Okay, long story short, the day you were at the bodega-” you flinched, “-was the same day that bank was robbed using high tech weapons. Those weapons were part human and part alien, and were being created by a dude who has wings on his back. Peter found out that that guy is Liz’s dad, and now Peter’s going after him to stop him from selling even more weapons.”
He hissed as he placed the ice on his eye. You blinked, nodding once as you felt entranced by the layered codes on Ned’s screen. It was weird how you understood it and read them like they were normal words and letters. You mentally thanked your summer coding camp for the extra knowledge. "I..feel like there’s a lot more to the story than that but yeah, okay, I got it.”
A buzzing from your purse interrupted your entrancement. You shook your head and opened your purse, pulling out your vibrating phone.
Incoming call from..Flash.
You furrowed your eyebrows and rolled your eyes, taking a seat across from Ned and starting up your own computer, "Now’s really not a good time, E.”
"It’s not Flash, it’s Peter!” Peter practically screamed, making you wince from his panic-stricken voice and loud background noise that was filled with New York’s most obnoxious honks.
"Wha- did you steal Flash’s phone?” You asked incredulously, putting him on speaker while you typed away, hearing the same swift clicking coming from Ned’s side.
“No! I asked him for it!” He paused for a moment, “And his car!”
“What?!”
“You stole Flash’s car?” Ned asked, jaw-dropping and eye-widening in amazement, “Cool!”
“Yeah, it’s awesome, it’s awesome!”
"Peter! You’ve never driven before! How can you be driving?!” You scolded, suddenly feeling a twist in your gut at the thought of an accident due to his lack of experience in driving. Peter was never one to make impulsive decisions as dangerous as this. You guessed he changed over the months that passed.
"I know, this is a really big step for me and- ahhhhh! Get out of the way! Get out of the way!” Your hands froze in their place as you awaited a crash with a thundering heart, but it never came, which made you sigh in relief. The engine’s sound increased in volume as the car accelerated, but Peter’s voice was still louder, "I can’t see anything in this car!"
"Which car did you..borrow?” You asked, fingers returning back to work. You figured if you could help him, he’d get out of the vehicle at a much faster rate, and all you wanted to do was keep him safe and unharmed.
"How many does he own?” Peter asked in awe, honking the horn multiple times and screaming a couple of‘ move’s!
"Not important right now! What’s the logo of the car?"
"The four Olympic circle thingies."
"An Audi.” You said under your breath. Thank God, you thought, a car I'm familiar with, “Do you know how to turn the headlights on?
"No!"
"There’s a knob on the left of the steering wheel. Turn it clockwise.”
Peter repeated your instructions, and released a small laugh of victory, ”How’s Ned doing with Happy?”
“Uh,” You peeked over your screen, noticing beads of sweat form on Ned's forehead, even with the cool ice helping his eye, “Ned?”
"Getting to him..” He said, not paying you any attention.
"Have you found my phone yet?” Peter asked.
"Working on it, sit tight,” you replied, finally seeing a moving blue dot pop up on your screen, "He’s on Jackson Avenue and 48th Street."
“Perfect! And Happy?”
You once again awaited Ned’s answer, and worried when a distressed look flashed upon his face, “He hung up on me.” He frowned, "I’ll try again.”
You looked back down at your screen and realized that the blue dot had suddenly stopped moving. You squinted, “Hey, he stopped at 10th street and 43rd avenue in Brooklyn.”
"What? That makes no sense!"
"Welcome to my world,” you mumbled, hearing a small chuckle come from Ned before he focused on talking to Happy again.
“He said he was going out of town!” Peter explained, obviously having heard you, but it did nothing to diffuse your confusion. Why would Liz’s dad stop in Brooklyn when he said he was leaving?
"Weird..” You commented, rubbing your eyebrow as you started to feel the pressure. Jesus Christ, is this what Peter goes through?
“Dammit,” Ned muttered, catching your attention, "Happy sounded like he was catching a flight,” he said, “he mentioned something about taking off in nine minutes."
"What?” You and Peter simultaneously said, and you fought the butterflies that made their way to your stomach. Now’s not the time.
"He was surrounded by a bunch of boxes,” Ned clarified.
“Boxes?” Peter wondered out loud, and you were sure you could see his face as he put two and two together, "It’s moving day! It’s moving day, it’s moving day, he’s gonna rob that plane, I gotta stop him! Shit, I don’t know how to get the directions on this car.”
You jumped at the chance to help again, pleased that Peter finally had a destination to get to, "I’ve got his location, I’ll lead you.” You pulled up Flash’s location from the Find My Friends app, eyes jumping back and forth between your phone and the computer’s screen as you voiced the directions to Peter.
Peter’s foot pressed harder on the gas pedal, causing too much skidding, and you had to try your best to hold your tongue as to not to be a backseat driver. You wondered if you were in the position to berate Peter for impulsively stealing Flash’s possessions and driving recklessly. You found it amusing that the crime fighting Spider-Man had committed two crimes as of tonight.
"Slow down, there’s a right turn up ahead. You’re gonna take it.” You directed, just as Peter’s dot passed his exit, "Parker! Turn right, turn right!”
Peter screamed as the engine roared and the car skidded so loud you were barely able to hear his web shoot out. Your eyes widened in fear as you heard metal grinding against the concrete before coming to a halt with a harsh thump. Peter’s hasty breathing seemed match yours.
"Are you okay?!” You and Ned asked, your voice cracking and brain melting.
"I’m okay.” He breathed, making you drop your head in relief, shoulders easing up, "Just keep trying to get through to Happy.”
"It’s been an honor, Spider-Man.” Ned saluted, and you gave him a look of disapproval.
But then you both turned your heads at the piercing sound of high heels clicking in the hallways that were getting louder as the person headed in your direction. Ned’s face became as white as a sheet, surely matching yours.
'What do we do?' He mouthed, eyes rapidly bouncing back and forth between the door and you.
You bit your lip and glanced at the door before sighing and getting on your feet, “I’ll distract her,” You whispered, removing all traces from the computer, “keep calling Happy.”
Ned nodded in affirmation as you straightened out your dress and took a deep breath, cautiously opening the computer room’s door and stepping outside. Ms.Warren was peeping into the science lab across the computer room, and you took this as your chance to make it look like you were just making your way in.
She turned around and jumped, “Jesus!” She placed a hand on her chest, “What are you doing-“
She stepped closer and squinted at your figure in the dark, “Y/n,” she seethed.
She said your name with poison dancing on her tongue, causing a deep frown to settle between her eyebrows as she popped her hip and crossed her arms, "What are you doing here? There’s a dance, and you know it’s prohibited to be in this area.”
“I know, Ms.Warren,” you surpassed the urge to literally bite this woman’s head off and pretended to be vulnerable for a moment. You looked down at your feet, trying to conjure up an excuse that was easy to believe - Ms.Warren wasn’t exactly gullible, and wasn’t fond of you, either. Your reputation for causing trouble in her class cost you her trust, but you frankly couldn’t give a fuck. Plus, it was fun to mess around with her, what’s one more time?
“I just..” Your mind went blank as her eyes searched yours, a small glint of mischief shining in them. Oh, you bet she fantasized about the day she’d get you expelled from Midtown, but you weren’t ever going to let her see that day. So, you did what you always did when you got into trouble.
Play the absent parents' card.
“I just..I just w-wanted to call my dad. It’s quiet in here.” You said, faking your wobbly voice. No teacher liked it when they had to deal with crying students, especially those who hid the fact that they had no role models around them, like yourself. A look of confusion flashed in her eyes.
You were getting somewhere.
“It’s just..h-he’s been gone for so long, Ms. Warren, and I never see him. He called me tonight, and he never has before.” You fiddled with the ends of your hair, “What if he tells me he’s here? Here to see me? While I’m partying down t-there?” You sniffed for extra effect, somehow feeling your eyes swell with tears.
Weird.
You took a deep breath and looked at the ceiling to make it look like you were trying to hold yourself from falling apart, “I-I just wanted to call him,” you repeated, thickening your voice even more, “maybe he’ll apologize for never being there for me, especially after m-mom left us when I was ten.” You were almost impressed with yourself as you felt hot tears run down your face, traced with the mascara you applied before coming here.
In Ms.Warren’s shadow, you could tell her eyebrows were furrowed, and she was looking anywhere but you, clearly trying to choose between two options.
“I’ve never had a parent in my life.” You pushed, "No one taught me how to ride a bike, or swim, a-and I feel so left out because all the other kids have parents and I don’t!”
You grabbed onto her arms, looking her dead in the eye, “Please, please, just let me piece my life back together. Let me call him.”
For a moment, you swore you saw her demeanor soften. Just a moment where you felt like she understood you, not pitied you. But, just as quick as it came, it disappeared when she cleared her throat and looked around.
“Okay, okay.” She sighed, "But make it quick,” she stepped back from your grasp, ready to bolt, but you took the chance to make her slightly more uneasy.
What?
This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, of course you were going to take it.
“Oh, thank you, thank you!” You sprung into her, arms folding around her tightly as she stiffened, clearly feeling uncomfortable about the affection you were displaying. You breathed in through your nose, hard, and nearly laughed when you felt her hands on your shoulders, trying to peel you off of her with a face of disgust.
“Don’t mention it, s-sweetie.” She said, discreetly rubbing her hands on her dress, "You better go now before your dad gets busy again.”
“You're right, you’re right."
And for your final act, you pretended to sniff and wipe your nose with your arm, catching Ms. Warrner’s eye twitch. She was known for being a massive germaphobe, which really only came in handy during her class - until now.
She cleared her throat once again, turned around, and marched down the hallway, practically running away from you until she was gone. You placed a hand over your mouth, muffling your giggles as you entered the computer room once again, slowly closing the door behind you.
“She’s gone?” Ned swiveled in his chair to face you, cracking a smile when you happily nodded and wiped at your face.
“How about you? What’d Happy say?” You walked over to him, running your eyes over the lengthy call history, which was mainly filled with declined calls from your side.
“Um,” Ned rubbed his arm in shame, “he cursed. A lot. And he..he blocked me,”
Your face dropped, hearing Ned sigh and imitating him.
“What do we do now?” Ned asked, desperate as ever.
You waited for a moment, feeling a lightbulb go off in your head as you rushed to the other side and opened your phone.
“Give me his number,” You said, dialing the number Ned voiced to you and putting him on speaker. You crossed your fingers and waited for him to pick up, each ring only causing you more anxiety.
“Yeah?” Happy said, sounding quite annoyed.
“Well, damn, you don’t sound like a Happy to me. You sound like a grumpy.” You rolled your eyes, immediately regretting what you said.
“Not this shit again,” He said angrily, and you were pretty sure he was going to hang up, making you panic all over again.
“Someone’s going to steal Mr. Stark’s shit!” You blurted, wincing when you heard nothing from the other line for a moment. You were going to check if he hung up on you when you heard a, “what?”
“T-the plane!” You exclaimed, "The plane with all of Tony’s stuff! There’s a guy who’s going to steal it and Parker’s going to stop him!”
“You know what? How about you tell Parker that he has some delusional, weird fr-“ His voice suddenly faded out, “Holy shit.” He breathed.
“What? What happened?”
"The plane just crashed.”
Your heart dropped to the feet as the color drained from your face, feeling the blood rushing through your ears and fear spiking in your chest. Somehow, somehow, you knew Peter was where the crash was, and you feared the worst possible outcome. You didn’t even hang up as you rounded the table, picked up your keys, and ran out the door.
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can you do a gay two gentlemen of verona?
(aka the post where i try to find some emotional coherence in the worst line in the canon)
well. can you do a gay two gentlemen of verona?
a. yes
b. but should you?
honestly, i'm really not sure. this play is bad. really, really bad. i assume most people reading this post know how it ends, but let's just be crystal clear: (cw rape) proteus, one of our supposed romantic heroes, tries to rape silvia after she rejects his advances. valentine stops him, but after proteus apologizes, valentine, our other hero and silvia's love interest, offers to give silvia to the man who just tried to rape her in an act of friendship.
so no, i don't think this interpretation (or any interpretation) can make that moment okay. even if it somehow could, it's just one moment, and misogyny is baked into almost every part of this play. and no, i absolutely do not mean to suggest that interpreting characters as gay can be used to excuse any of this, or that gayness is somehow an explanation for violent misogyny.
that said, we live in a world where this play exists. people talk about it and write about it and perform it fairly frequently, and since that's not changing any time soon, i do think it can be worthwhile to see what we can do with it. my interest is not in sanitizing anything but in creating some emotional coherence out of something that just feels nonsensical at first glance.
phew. so. can you do a gay two gentlemen of verona? does it actually make the play more compelling? i think it could.
you really don't have to look that far for homoeroticism in this play. i mean jesus, the first line is valentine calling proteus "my loving proteus." we get shit like this, which feels like it's just begging to be played as tender unrequited love:
PRO: [...] If ever danger do environ thee,
Commend thy grievance to my holy prayers,
For I will be thy beadsman, Valentine.
VAL: And on a love-book pray for my success?
PRO: Upon some book I love I'll pray for thee.
individual lines aside, the whole first scene is just...a lot. proteus has clearly been begging valentine not to leave and trying to delay their parting as long as possible. valentine makes it very clear that he wants proteus with him and he wouldn't be leaving without him if it weren't for the fact that proteus is in love. it's all just very...yeah.
so here's the interpretation i think works best: proteus and valentine are in love. they have been for a long time. valentine is aware of it. proteus isn't. he's deep, deep in denial, fixating on julia to avoid the feelings that are harder to acknowledge. and valentine's decided it's finally time to stop waiting around and let go.
so valentine goes to milan. he starts to move on. he finds genuine love with silvia (valentine is definitely bi in this interpretation), and maybe she's not proteus and he's not quite over the situation, but they're good for each other and they're happy. at least, until proteus shows up.
and proteus takes one look at valentine and silvia together and hates it. he's instantly very, very upset by that relationship, even if he can't quite put his finger on why. there's even a line where he wonders if his fixation on silvia is specifically because of the way valentine talks about her:
Is it mine, or Valentine's praise,
Her true perfection, or my false transgression,
That makes me reasonless to reason thus?
but it's because he loves silvia. obviously. that's the source of that jealousy. no need to investigate that any further.
and valentine is too easily falling back into old habits. we get shit like this from him:
Forgive me that I do not dream on thee,
Because thou see'st me dote upon my love.
forgive me that i do not dream on thee? hello?????
meanwhile, proteus is having his own crisis. mostly about how he's betraying both julia and valentine through this, and hm, isn't it weird how those betrayals feel like the exact same thing? i mean
To leave my Julia, shall I be forsworn;
To love fair Silvia, shall I be forsworn;
To wrong my friend, I shall be much forsworn
the exact
Julia I lose and Valentine I lose:
If I keep them, I needs must lose myself;
If I lose them, thus find I by their loss
For Valentine myself, for Julia Silvia.
same
I will forget that Julia is alive,
Remembering that my love to her is dead;
And Valentine I'll hold an enemy,
Aiming at Silvia as a sweeter friend.
THING???
then we get to the part of the play that i think needs the least interpretation, because it's basically just the same. proteus is still proteus and proteus is still awful to everyone around him, just this time with the added context of all those layers of denial. valentine is still devastated to leave silvia, because he does love her, and she's the first positive force in his life in so long, and he was just starting to try to move on.
side note: ymmv with regards to silvia, she doesn't have to be in the know for this interpretation to work, but i think it works better if valentine has confided in her about proteus, at least if we want a chance at an ending that doesn't feel like pure tragedy. she knows what he's going through, knows proteus isn't good for him, and is trying to help him get past that. i think it could make the way she berates proteus for betraying valentine extra compelling, because she knows how desperately valentine cares for this man who didn't think twice before ruining his life.
and then we get to. the scene. proteus, at this point, is desperate and volatile in his obsession with control. he's convinced himself that if he just has silvia, that will be it, and he'll finally be happy. and thank god, thank god valentine is there to stop him. but valentine is also seeing his friend for the first time in a long time, and he still has this weak spot that never fully went away, and even with the absolute horror of the situation, proteus is there and proteus is apologizing and there's still a part of valentine that wants so desperately to forgive him.
Then I am paid;
And once again I do receive thee honest.
Who by repentance is not satisfied
Is nor of heaven nor earth, for these are pleased.
By penitence the Eternal's wrath's appeased:
And, that my love may appear plain and free,
All that was mine in Silvia I give thee.
this line can't not be appalling, but this is the only way i can see it making sense to me. it's not an actual offer, it's more just a recognition of how desperate valentine is in this moment, how much he hates himself for still caring after everything. this line spat out through angry tears, as in "fine, fine, take her if you really want her so badly, if she's really the one you care about, because for me it's always been you, so fine, take her if you really just want to take everything from me."
as for the ending, i really don't know. maybe there's a long moment when valentine and proteus hug, or almost kiss, or even just stare at each other, and maybe it seems like proteus finally gets what he's been denying the entire time.
and then proteus' page faints. the moment is broken. and then it all comes out, and face to face with julia, proteus slides right back into that comfortable denial.
i think you could maybe make the valentine/silvia ending work, if you set it up well enough. if she understands what he's been going through the whole time and is willing to forgive him, to try to move on and heal from this man who's hurt them both so much. it's messy and upsetting but maybe it's enough.
on the other hand, though, i don't know how you could preserve that emotional coherence without cutting at least some of the lines from this mess of an ending. i really don't know how you make proteus and julia getting together again anything other than horrifying. maybe you cut that part. maybe you lean into the horror. maybe- WHAT'S THIS? IT'S CRAB WITH A STEEL CHAIR
all that to say, i don't think this (or anything) can really "fix" two gentlemen of verona. and if i'm conveniently disregarding a lot of lines in favour of finding a story that i hate a bit less, well, here we are. but i do think this version could potentially make something compelling out of shakespeare's greatest trainwreck.
#two gentlemen of verona#shakespeare#it's almost 2am and this post is LONG#i've been threatening to subject the internet to this for over a year but max finally gave me an audience for it#sorry for not posting about good plays#and sorry for a billion disclaimers but i want to make it abundantly clear that i am not excusing or condoning *gestures to everything*#rape //#mine#queue stars keep not their motion in one sphere
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King of my heart
Summary: Poor boy meets rich girl. They fall in love; the rest is a case of hide and seek.
Paring: Young!Dean x Reader, Teen!Dean x Reader, Mechanic!Dean x Reader
Characters: John Winchester, Ofc
Warnings: angst, shitty parents, love-struck Dean, teenage love, mentions of oral sex, fluff, rich/poor trope, secret relationship, making-out, romance, loss of virginity, protected sex, light smut, mentions of sexual harassment/groping (not Dean)
A/N: Inspired by Taylor Swift’s ‘King of my heart’. Lyrics are taken from the song.
Age of 10
The boy looks around the large entrance hall of your home, nosily listening to anything his father discusses with a man wearing a suit costing more than his parents’ house. “The boy can help to water the plants, but he must stay away from my daughter.”
“Yes, Sir,” John grits out, giving your father an obedient nod, hating himself for it. “Dean can help me water the plants and mow the lawn, Sir.”
“Good. I will be out for a meeting until six. I want the garden don till then or you won’t get paid,” turning on his heels, your father sneers at the boy watching him with wide eyes. “Remember, he stays away from my princess.”
“Yes, Sir,” John rolls his eyes, watching your father walk out of the house. “Phew, we better get started, Dean. Do not forget,” John looks down at his son, a serious expression on his face. “No talking to the girl, okay.”
“Why should I talk to her?” Dean mutters, not liking girls at all.
“That is not the answer I want to her, son. STAY AWAY FROM THE GIRL,” John speaks louder, and you sneak out of the kitchen to watch the foreign man scold a boy. Whilst you watch the man walk toward the backyard the boy turns around, grinning at you.
“Hi,” you wave at him, stepping closer as he tries to ignore you. “I am Y/N, what’s your name?” Dean learned it is impolite to not tell someone his name after they introduced themselves, so he steps closer, holding out his hand.
“Dean, I will water your plants.” You fiddle with your dress, looking up at the taller boy with green eyes which seem to sparkle.
“You’re tall and cute,” you giggle, stepping closer to peck his cheek. “I got a cactus in my room, you can water it too and we can play later.”
“Sorry, your dad doesn’t want me to talk to you, sweetheart,” you gasp, liking the nickname he gave you. “I got to help my dad.”
“You know, I can watch. Dad can’t get mad at you if I follow you to the backyard with my cactus.” Dean nods, giving you a soft smile when you peck his cheek again. His cheeks heat up, slowly turning red.
“Dean, what takes you so long?” John barks at his son, making your new friend flinch. “Come on, hurry. We do not get paid if we can’t finish work till six.”
You watch the man mow the lawn, giving orders to Dean now and then. The man didn’t dare to talk to you or order you around as he does with his son, but you could see he didn’t like you followed Dean outside.
“She said I must water her cactus, Sir. What should I do? It’s the boss’s daughter, dad,” John nods, watching you swoon for his son. “I’ll water it and we are done.”
“Son, she’s nice but still the daughter of the most influential man in town. We cannot lose the job, okay. The garage, I just bought it. I need money to buy more tools,” John squeezes his sons’ shoulder, sighing deeply at the looks you give his eldest son. “Do not get yourself into trouble, Dean.”
“Thank you, Dean. My cactus looks so much better now,” you squeal, following John with your eyes when he walks toward the tool shed. “Will you come back soon?”
Dean nods, giving you a smirk as he leans closer to peck your lips. It is the first time a boy did something like this. You giggle before you step closer to press your lips to Deans, catching him by surprise.
“Now you are my prince,” running off, the cactus still in your arms you swoon.
You kissed a boy for the first time, and it felt great.
Age of 14
“Daddy, I hate school. All the other girls are mean,” you whine, watching your father grab his jacket. “Can’t you talk to the teacher? I want to change my classes.”
“Y/N, we don’t always get what we want,” patting your head your father sighs before he barks orders at Dean who wants to take care of the lawn. “You better make your work worth my money, boy. Do not forget the roses and I dare you to even look at my princess.” Your father is gone before you can tell him about the mean things the girls said.
“Yes, Sir,” Dean mutters under his breath when you walk out of the house to watch him fight with the lawnmower. “Your father is an idjit.”
“He’s still my dad, but you are not wrong, Dean,” you watch Dean take his jacket off, biting your lip as he looks at you with those piercing green eyes. “Haven’t seen you for a while. My father sent me to a new school.”
“I’ll work during summer holidays to make some money,” explaining he wants to help his dad Dean smirks when you step closer to look up at him.
“You grew even more,” you sigh, liking you must look up at Dean. “The girls at school, they all have a boyfriend and made fun of me. I don’t have one.”
“No boyfriend…huh?” Dean turns his attention toward you, the lawnmower is long forgotten when he cups your cheek, glancing at your lips. You feel your heart race when he presses his lips to yours, tasting your cherry lipstick. “I can be your secret boyfriend, sweetheart.”
Your heart swells and you whimper, nodding eagerly when Dean kisses you again. “I can help you with your work. How about I water the plants and cut the roses? We can spend more time together before my dad comes home that way.”
“Deal, sweetheart.”
Dean and you spend the afternoon watching movies, eating snacks, and cursing your father for being, as Dean would name him, a ‘son of a bitch with a stick in his ass’.
It was the best day of your life until your father caught you and Dean.
“He will never get close to you again,” dragging Dean out of your room your father glares at the young boy. “I told him to stay away from you.”
“He helped me with my homework, dad. I am bad at mathematics and Dean offered his help. It was my fault, daddy.” You sniffle, giving your father your best puppy dog eyes. “Dean, he refused to go to my room, but it was too hot outside and I felt dizzy. Please, it was not his fault. He needs the job, daddy. Please…”
“Fine. If you say it was not his fault, I believe you, princess,” you nod, hoping your father will not see through your lie. “He’ll never enter your room again or his job is gone.”
Age of 16
Dean watches you walk out of the house, ignoring him completely. Your secret friendship or rather a relationship did not last for long. Sooner or later it was doomed to end as you went to a private school for girls and Dean, well he met a lot of girls at his school.
“You look pretty, sweetheart,” he husks, voice deeper now, manly. You ignore his words, try to concentrate on your homework. “Homework during summer holidays again, Y/N? You should go out and have some fun. You’re sixteen now.”
“Unlike you, I got better things to do than hanging out with girls,” you spat, ignoring he steps closer to look at you. He tries to catch your attention, standing behind you to sniff at your hair. “Apple shampoo, my favorite.”
“What do you want Dean? I think you have enough girls giving you attention, you do not need me,” your voice cracks when you turn to walk back into the house.
“Your father, he threatened John to ruin his business if I ever dare to get close to you again. I think he saw us. Your father saw me kissing you goodbye, Y/N. Don’t ask me what John did after he almost lost his business due to my, as he calls it, hormonal nonsense.” Dean huffs, running his fingers through his hair.
“He threatened your father?” Turning around you meet Dean’s eyes for the first time in over a year. “Is that true, Dean?”
“I swear, cross my heart,” Dean mumbles. “I wanted to call you, but dad wouldn’t let me, sweetheart. I never forgot about you. I don’t know why your father allowed me to work this summer again.”
“Oh, I see,” you look up at Dean, batting your eyelashes. “I’ve missed…” His lips are on yours before you can end your line. “Missed you, Dean.”
“I’ve missed you too, Y/N. You’ve got no clue how hard it was not to kiss your lips,” he’s slipping his tongue inside, moaning when you wrap your arms around his neck. “You taste like cherries, sweetheart.”
Dean grins when you tell him you bought the cherry lipstick only for him…
Age of 18
“Son of a bitch, Y/N,” Dean groans, eagerly licking into your mouth whilst you grind against the growing bulge in his pants. “If you don’t stop, I’ll rip this goody in two shoes girls’ school uniform off your body and mark you.”
“You would do so, wouldn’t you?” You cup the back of his head, pressing his lips to yours. “Daddy is out of town, Dean.”
“You’re such a bad girl,” you whimper feeling Dean’s hand creep toward your panties. “Didn’t you get enough last time? Was my tongue not enough for you, sweetheart?”
“No, I want you, Dean,” his fingers graze your clit, letting another spark feed the fire he lit weeks ago. “I got condoms.”
“Jesus, sweetheart. If you keep on talking like that, I’ll take you right here in the backseat of my car.” You grin, grinding against his fingers in an attempt to urge Dean on. “I want it to be special, Y/N. I will not take your virginity in the backseat of a car.”
“I want you D’, please,” whining you tug at his hair, kissing him fiercely. “I need to feel your cock inside of me, Dean. Make me yours, please.”
“Oh-heaven help me with that girl…”
“Daddy is not around to stop me,” Dean growls, teasingly running the tip up and down your folds. “I bet he would kill me for touching his naughty princess.”
“Dean, please,” you grasp for his shoulders, nails biting into the muscles he grew. “I need you,” his lips press against yours the moment he carefully slips the first inches into you. There is a slight burn, the good kind of burn, when you feel your walls spread out for Dean.
“You’re so tight, sweetheart. God, I can’t believe I am your first,” you peck his lips, watching Dean pant on top of you, a smile on his face. “I love you.”
“I love you too, Dean.”
And all at once, you are the one I have been waiting for
King of my heart, body and soul, ooh whoa
And all at once, you are all I want, I'll never let you go
King of my heart, body and soul, ooh whoa
And all at once, I've been waiting, waiting
Ooh whoa, ooh whoa
And all at once, you are the one, I have been waiting, waiting
Body and soul, ooh whoa
And all at once
Dean slowly rolls his hips, afraid to hurt you he looks worriedly at you before he presses his knees into the mattress and his forearms into the pillow. For a moment he just watches your face, the way your lips part with every gentle thrust, and enjoys the little gasps escaping your throat.
“Love you so much, Y/N,” you cry out, grasping for his biceps when he speeds up. “Never wanted anyone else to be my first.”
“Same, my king,” Dean smiles, pressing his lips to your forehead. “I thought I am your prince.”
“No, you’re my king now…”
Age of 21
“I don’t care what you will do! Keep your money, your house, and expensive clothes,” you cry, holding the necklace Dean bought to your birthday close to your heart. “I love Dean Winchester and you can’t do anything against it! If you threaten his family or him, we are done!”
“Don’t be silly, princess. Dean Winchester is just another heartbreaker who wants to use you and your nativity to make fast money,” your father spats, looking at the, to him, worthless necklace. “Everything he ever said to is a lie, fake, just like the necklace.”
“You don’t know anything about Dean or me. I love him, he loves me and if you can’t accept we are a pair, I’ll move out,” you turn on your heels to storm toward your room, ready to pack your things.
“What about your dreams, your study? Will you give up everything to become the wife of a mechanic? A man who can barely pay his bills,” you nod, ignoring your father’s words. “I will not pay for anything if you leave my house.”
“I don’t care…” You run, not taking anything with you but your jacket and the necklace. “I love him…”
Heartbroken you sit at the bus station, still waiting for Dean to show to run away with you. Hours ago, he told you to not give up your dreams or education for him. While you were ready to give everything up, Dean refused to take away your future from you.
“Princess get into the car. John Winchester called me, told me about the break-up. I am sorry,” your father whispers, seeing the tears run down your face. “It’s better this way.”
“No, it’s not. I hope you and John are happy because you destroyed my love. I hate you, and this will never change. From this day on, you are not my father, just the man I must live with as the man I love gave up on us to not destroy my future…”
Late in the night, the city's asleep
Your love is a secret I'm hoping, dreaming, dying to keep
Change my priorities
The taste of your lips is my idea of luxury
On the way back to your father’s house you can’t stop crying. Dean, he said that you can never see each other again and it feels like your life is over. “Y/N, he’s not worth your tears. You will find a fine young man one day.”
“Shut up, just shut up and shove your words up to your stiff and rich ass. I hate you and I will do so for the rest of my life. You only see your money, nothing else. A man who got no clue about love wants to tell me how to feel after I lost the man I love due to your mistake,” you look out of the window, ignoring your father’s presence. “I hate you.”
“Not for the rest of your life,” your father mumbles but you are too stubborn to not do so. You swore to yourself, today is the day your father died.
“I will, promised…”
Age of 23
'Cause all the boys and their expensive cars
With their Range Rovers and their Jaguars
Never took me quite where you do
The date your father forced you to attend was a disaster. The guy, a spoiled brat, tried to get into your pants right after you entered his Jaguar.
Whilst you gave him a black eye, he called you a stupid bitch and kicked you out of his car. Stubbornly you refused to call your father only to walk along the street, hating your life once again.
There is a low roar followed by someone calling your name, but you decide to ignore his voice and the black muscle car. “Sweetheart, get inside. It’s cold, starts to rain any minute and it’s past midnight.”
“Why do you care? You wanted me to live my life, that is how it looks like. Fending off spoiled guys who believe they can touch me only as they are breathing,” you spat, walking faster to get away from Dean who parks his car to follow you.
“Y/N, I wanted you to have a chance, to have a better life. I never wanted to lose you, but this was the only way,” lost, Dean stands on the street, watching you run away.
“I love you, sweetheart…”
“How was the date?” Your father asks, watching you walk into the house, soaked from head to toe.
“Great. It started with your best friend's son trying to grope my breasts followed by his try to force himself on me. It was a great idea if you wanted me to get raped. But,” you grin now, dipping your head, “at least it would've been a rich guy doing so – right daddy?”
“Y/N, I never thought he would try something like that, I swear.”
“Sure. All you saw is that his father is rich, not a simple mechanic who tries to make enough money to feed his kids. You’re such an ignorant man. That guy didn't treat me with respect, he saw me as an object, a body he can use. When I refused, he called me a bitch and let me walk.” You huff when your father tries to soothe you. “Dean always treated me with respect. He knew how to…doesn’t matter anymore…”
Age of 26
“I don’t give a shit on your opinion, Sir. My father is gone, the garage is mine. I want my girl and I want her now,” Dean grits out, shoving your father aside to run upstairs. “Y/N? Sweetheart?”
“Dean what the…?” Gasping you watch Dean enter your room, slamming the door shut to pounce on you. “What are you doing here?”
“I got enough money, now. I…I can open a new garage and we can buy a house. I spared every buck I ever made for us, look,” he shows you his bank statement, proudly puffing his chest. “I…I never was with someone else. I only want you, Y/N.”
“What about my dad? What if he destroys your business or future,” you sniffle, gently touching Dean’s cheek. “I can’t let him destroy your life for me.”
“I don’t care, Y/N. I wanna be with you, please,” his arms wrap around you to bring you close to his chest. “I dreamed of having you in my arms again for 5 years. I worked day and night, took three jobs but we can be together now.”
“Together,” you choke out, wrapping your arms around his waist. “I never was with anyone else either. Only you, Dean…”
“Only you, sweetheart…”
And all at once, you are the one I have been waiting for
King of my heart, body and soul, ooh whoa
And all at once, you are all I want, I'll never let you go
King of my heart, body and soul, ooh whoa
And all at once, I've been waiting, waiting
Ooh whoa, ooh whoa
And all at once, you are the one, I have been waiting, waiting
Body and soul, ooh whoa
And all at once
Part 2
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I was tagged by @jade-marie and @bourbon-ontherocks to list my top 10 books fics I read in 2020.
and lemme tell you..
i’ve been WAITIN’ for this one!!
This IS a bit tricky because I spent most of 2020 just lurking on AO3, no acccount, no commenting, no kudos. so there are just so so so many fics that I remember pieces of, and have little headcanons that LIVE with me but I have no idea who the author is or what the fic is called.
so.. that being said, the top 10 is ever changing and could never be fully complete. I just love every author and every fic, you are all so wildly talented.
❤ a song inside the halls of the dark - ms_scarlet (@mego42 )
This fic has everything!! a sexy ex-lover rival gang leader, relaxed rio, angry rio, angsty kitchen sex rio. LOFT rio. AND it’s my favourite post-S2 reckoning of all time. There are moments in this fic that I just want to SPAM the gg writing room with. like scrap ur plans. DO. THIS. Overall, this is such a creative and well-written series. The characterization is superb, the smut has.... so many feelings, and the angst is AMAZING. There are a couple chapters (I wont give spoilers) that involves Beth in a hotel in Canada that I legit could not stop reading. it’s just all... so damn GOOD. favourite line: You thought I could be something, right? Well, this is that something. The bitch you trained bit back.
❤ we’re living in a powder keg and giving off sparks - BourbonOnTheRocks (@bourbon-ontherocks)
Whew! this fic has EVERYTHING. safe house brio. KARMA. brio ignoring each other. snippy, cranky brio. baking shows. mick overhearing loud shower sex. zero communication. brio getting high and giggling! all the feelings. I looooove this fic. like I LOVE it. it's so creative and it feels so real!! I can play it like a movie in my head. There is so much fun smutty build up, so much tension, anxiety and a very, very, good Thaw Of Feelings which is my fav. I will forever have a soft spot for safe house fics, but this one hilariously twists the trope by doubling down on their idiot stubbornness. genius. favourite line: He's using her and she's using him. Maybe it's the only thing they're truly equal at.
❤ my girl - elizabethmarks (not on tumblr?)
This fic has everything!!!!!!! (but TW that everything is not for everyone, as the plot primarily revoles around a rape scene.) This fic sets up some of the most soft, emotional, protective brio moments. I also adore how this author handles the delicate subject matter. I work from time to time as a crisis advcate for women and ...... this fic is so accurate and well written. All the emotions beth feels, the way rio reacts to her. everything. I have read this SO many times. It also inludes a Mick POV that will TUG at your HEART. favourite line: *When on route to Rio’s loft* Rio nods, with that gentle look he has. "Alright, mama. Let's get you home." There's a beat, they both catch it, but neither of them make the correction.
❤ working on things - odenkirk (not on tumblr?)
THIS fic, now this fic has everything!!!!!!!!! masturbation! sexting! weed-smokin horny rio! DEAN?!??! in a way that didnt repulse me???? SEX. kinda threesome??? a heck of a lot of things that I didnt think id be into but then read it and was like HUH, guess i AM. and last but not least, deliciously perfect characterization. This is a fic I ask you to take a risk on. It will pay off. Its fun and oooh soooooooo sexy. Yes, dean goes to pound town too, but I promise- odenkirk makes it WORK. Blush meter: off the charts. I had to put my phone down and reckon with Jesus. favourite line: Rio: Don't get precious, sweetheart. It's you cuz it's you. AHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!
❤ miles before you sleep - FakePlastikTrees (@nakedmonkey)
THIS AUTHOR has EVERYTHING! FakePlastikTrees is one of those authors where... I read one fic - then buckled my seatbelt and clicked on her account so I could systematically read through every. single. fic. They are often short scenes that feel so true. Her Rio characterization makes me green with (benevolent) envy. and her smut?? oof. top notch. This fic in particular lives in my heart because it really truly feels like a missing GG scene between Beth and our favourite tattooed babysitter. The atmosphere is tangible and the author slows time down for these two, it stretches out like you are smokin in the suburbs with them. I love a MickFic and this one is top tier.
favourite line: “Oh come on. He’s a little unhinged.” “Takes one to know one.”
❤ people can be so cold - s_t_c_s (@sothischickshe)
ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh this fic has EVERYTHING. scrabble competitiveness! annie speaking truths! christmas beth! christmas rio?!?! delicious bickering! CABIN isolation! gift giving perfection! I could go on and on and on. This fic just pulls you straight in. stcs crafts the timeline so effortlessly, and weaves it with so many endearing and authentic feeling details (beth has her own ‘guys’ now, and we know this bc she gives them sweets and food. OF COURSE) The longing between her and rio is so RICH. if you want your heart to swell a million sizes - this is the fic for you. favourite line: They hadn’t – been intimate yet, back when she got him arrested, or the first few times he’d shoved a gun in her face. And the sexual part had been all done and dusted prior to their, god, kidnapping and shooting fiasco. But that doesn’t mean it wasn’t present throughout – a hovering spectre, forming a treacherous spine through all their endeavours.
❤ listening through the air shaft - ms_scarlet (@mego42)
now this fic. actually for real, has everything. because its every POV you never knew you NEEDED. and mego42 absolutely nails each and every one. especially Dean. Its a complicated look into his blubbering sexist mind, and misguided fixations that is really well-written. The way in which brio has their own arc throughout the chapters, but told through the eyes of those around them - is amazing. this fic just makes you love every character even MORE. favourite line: well.. annie, mick and ruby have a group chat and thats all you need to know. anytime that comes up = favourite line.
❤ instigator - nomind (@inyoursheets)
be still my bisexual heart. this fic has everyONE! Yes, this fic dissolves into perfect threesome smut BUT before you get there, you get this awesome set up of a dangerous-feeling connection between Rhea and Beth. They are honest, open and fully acknowledging the fuckedupness of their desire. For how small a part Rhea has in the show - this author NAILS her voice, it’s uncanny. Both of them talking about rio? sign me up. Rio coming home to it? sign me UP. favourite line: “Jesus,” she hears behind her. “What am I looking at right now?” Rhea smiles down on her, ignoring him, running her fingers through Beth’s hair.
** shout out to another be-still-my-bi-heart fic : @sothischickshe’s “its a dirty, dirty, game”
❤ do not pass go - linzackles @mrslackles
this. fic. has. every. thing. I am currently putting every single important thing in my life on hold to PLOUGH through this series. like full speed ahead. UGH. marcus!!! beth and rio at an event! a fancy one! big bad business dudes! betrayal! beth making bad choices! rio unable to fully communicate the weight of his desire for her! angst! just excellent, excellent, excellent plots. i like everything!!!!! favourite line: truly impossible. they are all art. but this one made me cackle. Shrugging, she responds. In the bathroom, eating nuts.Annie’s reply comes through instantly. Rio’s???????
❤ meet me under the mistletoe - sdktrs12 (@sdktrs12)
this fic.... has.... everything. I want to include this not only because I loooOoOOOved it, but also because this author just has a talent for creating holiday themed brio fics that are not in the slightest cheesy, or forced. which is... hard! to! do! I read her halloween series while in quarantine, and it became apart of my little daily routine. each fic containing at least one moment that made me go AHHH these two!!!!! so in short - thanks for infusing all my holidays with stellar brio. then christmas comes around and she nails it again! beth and rio begrudgingly working late? YES. they migh each have a date but they dont DARE talk abut their jealously? YES. Bourbon as a third character? haha YES! Beth looking smokin hot? YES. favourite line: “Is that your move? Meet me under the mistletoe?” “Oh baby, you know my moves.”
and PHEW. there ya go!
Thank you amazing fanfic authors for making my year 10000000% better.
I TAG @whiskeyjack @purplemagic @sdktrs12 @joeyjoeylee @ama-ssiempre @roxy206
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