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Trouble Next Door Part 15 part 2: Porch Convo
Find Part 15: Here
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TW: Cursing, Steve is drunk, mentions of cheating and divorce and a tiny small bit of violence
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A/N: I didn’t wanna have to make y’all wait too long for this so I hope you enjoy and that it’s everything you wanted it to be😂✨
“Yo Steve you’ve gotta go man….you don’t live here anymore.” “Where did…did you come from?” “Uh…my house?” “Oh…figured you’d be moved in here by now…why aren’t you?” “What? Why would…you know what it’s pointless…you gotta go okay? She doesn’t want you here.” “I miss her.” “Cool…but miss her from somewhere else before I call Hopper.” “She loves you.” “No shit we are bestfriends…we love each other…” “no she’s in love with you…it’s fucking obvious…so so obvious and I…I married her anyway and now…now everyone hates me and Dustin won’t even talk to me…” “you have to lay off the whiskey dude…it’s not your friend…clearly makes you delusional.” “I’m not fucking delusional you asshole! My wife is in love with you and the only way I could…test if she cared about me was to…do this.” “What…did you just say? You cheated on her to see if she actually cares about you?” “She doesn’t…she just kicked me out…Chrissy kissed me you know? During game night…she kissed me because she knew you wouldn’t care.” “Stop talking Steve.” “Said that you only care about one person and we both know who that is….so Chrissy just kissed me.” “Steve…for the love of god shut the fuck up and get off her porch.” “I don’t want a divorce…I don’t want Chrissy…I don’t love her…I love my wife.” “You don’t get to cheat on your wife just to see if she loves you or not then say you don’t want a divorce….you fucking sleaze-ball…now get up.” “Maybe I can make her love me the way she loves you…maybe she’ll come around.” “Not gonna happen…do you not see where you’re at? You’re outside her house begging for her to love you…but why would she ever let you into her house or her heart again…when she was actually madly in love with you what did you do? You fucked my wife…just to see if your actual wife would care? You’re a sick motherfucker Steve and you need to leave.” “Madly in love with me? Are you fucking joking?” “Does it look like I’m joking?” “She’s never been madly in love with me Eddie…she’s just been too stupid-” “don’t you ever call her stupid you fucking asshole.” “Jesus Christ…I think….I think you broke my nose.” “I didn’t…we’d both know if I did….now fucking leave before I do actually decide to break something of yours…” “I just want her to love me…like she loves you.” “Well…can’t say she’s gonna love me when I go in there and tell her I punched you in the face…I just need you to know something Harrington.” “What?” “She doesn’t love me the way she loved you…she didn’t marry me…she married you…she didn’t pick me…she picked you…not because she needed a place holder but because she fucking loved you.” “What?…what? No…no that’s not-” “it is true…she loved you man…but you fucked it all up…” “I…I gotta…I gotta go.” “Bout fucking time…oh and tell Chrissy all this shit about not loving her will ya? She is convinced you’re in love with her and want your happily ever after with her…but do it..gently please…” “Uh yeah…okay…yeah I’ll…do it gently…tell her I love her?….please?” “No…now goodnight Steve…go take a cold shower and have a cup of black coffee and you’ll be fine…send me the bill for the dry cleaning to get the blood out of your shirt…”
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I’ll Be Home For Christmas…
Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader
… If Only in my Dreams… (Part 2)
Warnings: Meanish/Distrusting Yelena, Violence, Blood, Pushy Men, Angsty/Open Ending.
Smut: Fingering(R), Oral (R), Mommy (N), Detka (R), Praising!!, Teasing, Marking, and Nipple Stimulation.
18+ | Minors DNI
"My love, it's okay, I can assure you that Eliana and Jackson will be perfectly fine at Clint's for the week.," you smiled softly at your wife, doing your best to convince her that leaving your six month old daughter, and two year old son behind is a forgivable offense., "It's not worth it.," she huffs, and you shake your head., "Anything to get Yelena to stop staring daggers into me whenever she visits is worth it.," you muse lightheartedly, but the redhead sees straight through the facade and to your hurt.
Of course she wants Yelena to trust you, but it doesn't feel like enough of a reason to head off into the snowy tundra's of Russia; to the same motherland that only ever brought them pain. Still, in a weird way it also offered them a bit of comfort, and that happens to be exactly why you chose this destination. You'd wanted to meet Yelena on a turf that was familiar to her, where she knew the lay of the land and you didn't—offering her that extra bit of security, and hoping that if by just knowing more than you she would feel a smidgen safer.
Natasha threw the luggage into the trunk, and watched as you rocked your daughter to calm her knowing cries. Eli had always been so perceptive, anytime Nat had to leave for a mission before her recent retirement the infant would wail. You could calm her fine, but Nat had always had the special touch to soothe her. She swiftly made her way back to you, scooping up your son so he'd not feel left out, she then pulled you and Eli in for a group hug., "Moya milaya malen'kaya sem'ya, kak zhe ya tebya lyublyu.," and at the sound of her mama's voice Eli's cries faded into sniffles, and as her face was no longer blanketed by the shade of the hug you could see she'd regained her peace.
(My sweet little family, oh how I love you.)
"That's so unfair.," you whined while settling into the passenger side of the car, shifting in your seat you pulled your knees to your chest, and looked over to pout up at your wife. She looked to you with stern eyes, but the slight amusement was readable in her soft smirk., "Detka, sit properly—that's really dangerous.," you groaned, putting your feet back down, then she rewarded you with a peck to your lips, "You're such a mom...," she simply shook her head at your childish behaviors, then she started the car and began the hour long journey into the city to meet Yelena at the compound where a quinjet was waiting for all.
As soon as she parked the car in Tony's garage she tapped your shoulder to wake you up, she watched you in pure adoration as you stretched out your limbs, much like your cats Liho and Bonnie usually do every morning beside you., "Good morning sleeping beauty.," she teased, and you smiled widely at her, meeting her halfway when you saw her leaning in for a kiss. She hummed against you, more than satisfied with the cherry chapstick that adorned your pillow soft lips. Had it not been for the loud knock on your window that startled you away from your wife she'd likely have stayed here lazily making out with you for at least an hour.
Yelena stood off to the side, her arms were folded over her chest, and she wore the signature scowl you'd grown accustomed to. It was designed with you in mind—the American woman that was allowed to love her sister, but had apparently waited years to make a move. To her it makes no sense, why did it take you three years to make it official? Not only that, but she’s yet to see what possibly could’ve drawn Natasha to you—you were her opposite.
Yelena had no faith in you, she trusted you just as much as she did Dreykov, and even then she at least knew what to expect with the sleaze ball. With you it was all sunshine's, and rainbows, but she was truly convinced it was all a ploy; no one is that happy. It felt to her as if you were only here to give Natasha a false sense of security, and in the end it would be revealed that you were just another person sent to ruin the redheads life and to break her heart. She was here to see to it that you didn’t have that chance, she just needed to find proof.
It was irrational, especially when Natasha had repeatedly told her herself that you were true, but until Yelena could truly understand you she would never be able to believe it. Because even when she sees you with your shared kids, everything in her says you're only just playing the part of a doting wife, and adoring mother. Yelena found this trip, that was your idea, to be the perfect opportunity to seek out her truth. Because if her deep suspicions reign true then she would have no problem killing you in her home country for her sister's sake.
Natasha got out of the car first, hugging her sister tightly while you collected the luggage., "Vesti sebya.," You then greeted Yelena with a friendly smile and wave, but all you got in return was a curt nod before the blonde was making her way to the quinjet., "This is going to be harder than I thought.," you quietly muttered to yourself, but of course your wife heard it, and in turn she brought you in for a tight hug, and a reassuring kiss., "This will either work or it won't moya lyubov', and if it doesn't then it's her loss, because I mean it that this is her final chance to come around."
(Behave)
Disagreeing with your wife would've been of no use, you knew that when she said something so profound that she meant it. Yelena's on her last leg with her sister, so you were going to do all you could this week to convince the blonde you were of no threat to your wife, kids, nor her.
The flight to Russia was long, even with the jet cutting it in half, so most of the time you spent sleeping in your wife's lap while the jet flew itself. Natasha ran a hand up and down your side while reading a book she'd been waiting for all year, all the while ignoring her sister's harsh glares until she was annoyed enough.
"Ona ne vrag.," Natasha suddenly spoke, causing Yelena to move her glare up from you., "My uvidim ob etom.," Natasha groaned at her sister's continual resistance to your existence., "Perestan' byt' takim nedoverchivym. Ona moya zhena, a ne KGB.," Yelena shrugged at her sister's pleas for blind trust, and opted instead for planning to do her own research.
(She's not the enemy.) (We'll see about that.) (Stop being so distrusting. She is my wife, not the KGB.)
When the jet landed outside of the secluded cabin you rented Natasha gently woke you up., "Moya lyubov', we're here.," she smiled down at you, her heart melting at the dopey smile you gave her, and at the tiny squeaks you had produced while stretching., "It's kinda cold.," you observed, causing the redhead to chuckle before pulling you up and into her embrace., "Welcome to Russia detka.," she mused, the both of you shared a sweet kiss, then Natasha was quick to wrap her jacket around you to shield you from the frigid Russia air.
Yelena quietly observed the two of you in your intimate bubble, part of her found Natasha's carefree side to be a good sign, but she still held deep reservations that kept her guard up. Once the both of you got off the jet she was soon to follow, entering to find you were set up in the kitchen making dinner, and Natasha was in the room she picked out for the both of you. Yelena said nothing as she passed you by, and headed straight to her room to freshen up.
You sighed at the continued cold shoulder, but it wasn't anything less than expected on your end. Yelena was stubborn, seemingly more so than Natasha had been all those years ago, so you knew earning her trust would take time. For dinner you decided to try to start bridging the divide by making borscht, then for dessert you made a delicious honey cake, and it was all finished just in time as the sisters entered the room in the midst of a conversation in Russian while you were applying the finishing touches.
"Hey, perfect timing! Dinner is ready.," you announced, a friendly smile on your face in the hopes that Yelena would see you were trying., "I'm not hungry.," the blonde deadpans, but in a contradictory manner she snatches a granola bar off the counter and heads back to her room, leaving you looking more than defeated. That simply broke your wife's heart, and if not for your hand tugging her towards the table she'd have given Yelena a piece of her mind., "It's okay Natty, this will take time, she doesn't trust me, of course she won't trust my food."
Natasha did her best to cheer you up, telling you stupid stories about Clint while eating far more than she should have, but the way you lit up at the sight of her enjoying your attempt at a traditional Russian meal made the incoming stomachache more than worth it. After eating she urged you into the shower, telling you to relax and that she'd do all the cleaning.
Yelena took this brief moment to do some snooping around, she quietly rummaged through your belongings, looking for any clue that you weren't who you said you were, but then she heard your playlist shuffle to her favorite song, and she nearly blew her cover., "So bye-bye, Miss American Pie, drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry.," she approached the bathroom door with intrigue., "Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye; singing, 'This'll be the day that I die.,' "she smiled, a genuine one when she heard you singing the song, and reflexively she whispered along too., "This will be the day that I die."
Then she heard the sound of running water coming to an end, the thought of either of you finding her in here a frightening one, so she made quick work to return your items to your bag before slipping out just in the nick of time before Natasha was making her way back to your room. As you exited the shower though you were hit with a whiff of pine, and vodka; Yelena had been in here, and you were not even the slightest bit mad as you hadn't nary a thing to hide, and hoped she discovered that.
Natasha entered the room a few minutes later, a wide smirk on her face as the space now smelled distinctly of your lavender products, and you were stood there in a pair of panties with your back to her while sorting through your bag for weather appropriate pajama's. Quietly she tiptoed over to you, her arms snaking around the soft skin of your waist, and her chin resting on your shoulder., "You smell so good lyubov'.," she softly whispered, her lips brushing against the skin of your ear causing a shiver to run down your spine., "You cold?"
With all the strength you could muster you hummed a soft yes, but the shake you tried to hide was prominent to the spies ears., "I've got a surefire way to warm you up moya lyubov'," she rasped into your ear, her lips quick to press against the bare skin of your shoulders, and a moan left your lips against your will when she began to suck the skin between her teeth., "Just say the word baby, and I'll have your body warmed up in no time.," her hands were softly cupping your breasts when you gave her the go ahead she needed., "Please, I need you so bad Natty...," your wife's callous thumbs trailed over your hardened nipples in a silent confirmation, she was internally beaming over how easy it was to be getting her way.
In quick succession her hands fell to your hips to spin you around, and just as she expected you were wearing that soft smile of yours, with eyes that swam with immense waves of love. This sight of you so willing to be at her mercy always excited her., "You are so beautiful, my perfect angel, always so ready to please.," and before you could mumble your agreements her lips were swallowing your heartfelt words.
Natasha seamlessly guided your body back to the mattress while her tongue explored the familiar territory that was your mouth. Gentle was the name of the game tonight, so she took extra special care to cradle your head, and lower back as she laid you down beneath her., "Moya lyubov', you gotta be quiet for me.," she mumbles against your jawline as she's begun trailing soft kisses along your skin en route to your nipples., "Can you do that for me detka?"
Feverishly you'd nodded, but as she pinched your nipple, pulling a muffled whimper from you, it was clear she was expecting words., "Yes, mommy, I promise to be quiet.," her lips wrapped around your nipples, the widow sucked upon the nub harshly in an attempt to tease your limits, while nimble fingers slowly trailed down your body, procuring a line of goosebumps from the side of your breast, down your stomach, and stopping at your thigh.
Her fingers remained on your thigh, tapping every once in awhile just to taunt you while Natasha paid such close attention to your breasts, leaving her deep marks behind. She was expertly working you up until your entire body was burning with a desperate need for so much more. It was just as she promised, that familiar warmth quickly spread throughout your body when those fingers you craved so desperately finally pushed your panties to the side, and slid right on into your wet heat.
Natasha had released your nipple with a pop, wanting to see the strain in your face as you did so well with restraining your reactive sounds., "Good fucking girl.," she praised, plump lips leaving a wet kiss in between the valley of your breasts, a raspy chuckle soon following as your body shivered over the simplest of praises. You'd always been such a good girl for her, it was something she truly appreciated, but she'd also be lying to say she didn't have a wonderful time punishing you when you're being a brat.
While her fingers were thrusting deeply into your squelching cunt, her lips were traveling down your body to join their effort, and upon facing your arousal smeared folds she let out a small groan of her own., "Such a generous pussy you have moya lyubov'," she smirked when a tiny whimper managed to breech your lips, her fingers instantly stilled inside you, the way you looked down at her was truly pitiful., "Keep it quiet detka, or I'll have to stop.," she warned right before sucking your clit into her mouth, her free arm flying up to still your hips.
Natasha loved how needy you always were for her, to be needed by you was her greatest joy, and to bring you to the brink of pleasure was something she would never willingly give up. Her fingers had met quite the resistance due to the way her tongue was swirling around your sensitive nub, and with how her teeth were occasionally grazing over it, it had all left you teetering deliciously over the edge, and your lover who knew you like the back of her hand, knew that it was likely going to be impossible for you to contain your pleasurable screams.
So her free hand that had been previously holding your hips still made its way up your body, giving a slight squeeze to your throat, that was met with your walls mirroring her actions as they harshly clenched around her. Natasha continued to move her hand up, she tapped three fingers over your lips, you were grateful for the offer, releasing your lower lip that had been painfully being held prisoner you allowed her digits to slip right in—just in time.
Natasha's fingers muffled your intense screams, the orgasm she'd built you up to so slowly came rushing right out of you after she curled her fingers one final time, pressing into that deeply rooted pleasure point within you, all while her tongue lashed over your clit. Slowly she brought her fingers to a stop, she could feel you whining around her fingers as she removed them, but her replacing them with her tongue seemed to settle you instantly.
She dove her tongue into you as far as she could to garner as much of your arousal as she possibly could, Natasha was never the type to waste, she cleaned you up happily, getting lost in the moment even. Moans of all sorts left her, and to no one's shock you came again. It was a true delight to the redhead, she could never get enough of you, and she only ever removed her face from between your thighs when she heard a sniffle, and felt you suckling on her fingers in an obvious attempt to self soothe.
Natasha kissed all the way back up your body until her face was hovering above yours, her eyes were staring into yours adoringly, the sight of faint tear tracks softened her, and her lips quirked up affectionately before they were pressing to yours in the most caring manner., "YA tebya lyublyu.," she sighed against your kiss swollen lips, "Moy prekrasnyy rebenok.," her forehead was pressed to yours, your shaky breaths fanning across her face, warming her slick covered cheeks, and her heart was soon to follow when your brain cleared up just enough for you to croak out an., "I love you too."
(I love you) (My beautiful baby)
"There she is.," she cooed just before smirking., "Tell me now detka, are you all warmed up?," you softly glared up at your wife, earning you a playful warning glance., "Yes mommy.," she hummed in approval., "Thank you.," and at the show of manners she couldn't contain herself, she laid kisses all over your face, the giggling you were emitting only further spurring her on until your face turned to catch her lips.
Natasha briefly reciprocated the sweet kiss, but much to your dismay she removed her body from atop of yours, and the cold left in her wake caused you to squeal in distress. In that moment your wife wondered why she agreed to this trip, you've never been good with the cold., "Shh, moya lyubov', it's gonna be okay.," she cooed, her movements were swift when moving to clean you up, whispered apologies all she had to offer as the warm rag still came with a chill., "There we go angel, all nice and toasty."
You reached up for your wife instantly, because even with the thick sweatpants and t-shirt combo you wanted to create an inferno under the blankets with your collective body heats., "Just a moment detka, gotta change into my pajamas, then I'm all yours.," and within a minutes time Natasha was slipping beneath the many blankets you'd collected, and pulling you into her warm embrace., "Sweet dreams."
—
When morning arrived it was accompanied by a groan of displeasure, the clock flashing 5:00AM, you cursed the chill in the air that had managed to seep through the thick comforters, and inevitably caused your eyes to flutter open. Natasha instinctively awoke at the sound of your grievance, her eyes quick to observe your pouting face, the sight had her instantly pulling you even closer, and she was quick to kiss you., "What's the matter moya lyubov'?," you sighed, shifting to your side to face your wife, and for a moment all your problems seemed far away.
Then another wafting of cold air across your exposed arm left you to shiver, and the redhead knowingly smirked., "Need some warming up? Is that it my sweetest girl?," her teasing was followed by hearty laughter when you tried to shove her away., "You're far too insatiable.," she only laughed harder., "Well, when you have a wife like mine, and no kids around for miles, what else am I meant to do with this time?," you deadpanned., "Make your sister like me.," and with your pained words she was frowning., "It'll happen detka, it's hard not to love you, and Lena will see that soon enough.," the redhead settled a loving kiss to your forehead., "I'll make breakfast today lyubov', you rest."
Natasha left the room shortly after making the offer, she'd wanted to hold you in silence for a moment, and you held no protests, her arms were one of the very few places you felt safe. Once she left you pondered what to do with this day, then you decided it best to be a lazy day, one where Yelena would be able to get to observe you and Natasha in your element. Nothing extravagant was necessary, and so you threw on a pair of sweats, Nat's Shield hoodie, and a pair of fuzzy socks before making your way to the living space. Yelena had been sat on the couch while talking excitedly with Natasha about her dog—Fanny, and you truly felt guilty when the conversation died as you entered.
Seeing the sisters so close left your heart aching, it'd been months since either had the time for one another, and you think that's in part to the arrival of Eliana. Natasha saw how her constant absence affected her bond with Jackson, and whenever Eliana wailed for her she hardly had it in her to leave anymore. Those tidbits, accompanied with the night she came home to find you passed out in the tub, exhaustion written all over your features were enough to push her towards her retirement.
It left you to wonder if most of Yelena's reservations stemmed from the "suspicious" hold you had on your wife. Natasha was reluctant to leave the house without you nowadays, she was once a free agent who found familiarity to be boring. Never one to stay in one place for long, then you showed up, popped out a couple of kids for her, and suddenly her preferred Saturday is a night in with her family. There's nothing wrong with such things, but to Yelena it almost seems like you weakened her sister, and she wonders why else would you have sought to do that if you weren't an enemy of some kind.
A part of you worries that the poor girl is still entrapped in the "Love is for Children.," mindset you once found Natasha living in. You're also starting to fear that the blonde is failing to realize that you and Natasha had actually bonded over being free agents, that you didn’t change her, the both of you just simply evolved.
The two of you met when Tony recruited you to join the Avengers team of misfits, the powers you held a clear benefit to them. Natasha was wary around you for the better part of the first year, but after an undercover mission that lasted three months she warmed up to you. Even still, she was guarded, and it took you two years of being a member to convince her to even consider you as a close friend. On off days you began to take her to your favorite places, odd spots off the radar of most civilians; you would tell her stories of your times at Hydra where your powers were forced upon you. Eventually this led to her sharing her story, the twisted tales of the Red room, and the ones about the lost sister she always wished to find.
After three years of knowing one another, the obvious sexual tension had grown rather thick between the two of you. Neither of you were willing to ruin the fostered friendship, until that drunken love confession at a Stark party, spurred on by your jealous rage at seeing Bruce so close to the redhead. Natasha smirked upon hearing you admit your feelings, rather happily she welcomed your advances, she was only ever flirting with Bruce as a means to pass time until she would have the courage to go after you, and luckily for her it worked in her favor, because once she had you it was game over.
The marriage, and the family came after a close call with your health a year later. Cho grimly informed you that your powers were actually killing you. The powers to manipulate poisons, and fire to the worlds benefit were having a reverse personal effect, and the only way to fix anything was to render you powerless. To undo all that Hydra did, and to return your physiology to a base level. Natasha had been terrified, especially when you considered not going through with it. Having these powers was all you'd known since your teens, and to part ways felt a bit too wrong; forbidden really.
But having Natasha screaming at you before sobbing uncontrollably, sharing all her dreams for an eventual life with you solidified your decisions, and now here you both are—reformed adrenaline junkies, consumed by an unwavering love for one another, with two blessings created from that aforementioned love, and a stubborn in law trying to ruin all the good in which she doesn't understand.
Natasha hadn't been looking in your direction when the tense silence fell, too focused on not burning the pancakes and bacon to even spare a glance back. She knew without a shadow of a doubt that you must've gotten up for Yelena to have suddenly stopped gleefully shouting. A heavy sigh fell from her lips at her sister's unending animosity towards you, and she herself was wondering if this was even worth it anymore. It'd been a year since she found Yelena, and what was once a happy discovery has been tainted by this perplexing divide the younger widow has created.
Nevertheless, she is going to give this one last chance for your sake, so as to not leave you feeling guilty about the downfall. Ever the mediator she enters the dining area with plates of food, instructions given to the both of you to join the table, and for a few moments you all eat in tense silence until she finally breaks it., "So ladies, what's the plan for today, hm?"
Yelena's cutlery clattered against the table, but she said nothing, leaving you to look to your wife with eyes full of obvious discouragement., "I thought today could just be a lazy day.," your wife hummed in contemplation, sending you over a comforting smile after a moments time., "That sounds wonderful moya lyubov', we can each pick out a movie to watch.," she offers, and without giving it away she kicks her sister in the leg, a silent message to cooperate or else.
Natasha saw you visibly relax when Yelena mumbled out a disgruntled "Yes.," her heart even swelled when you went from pushing the food around your plate to scarfing it all down.
—
"Pochemu ona tak mnogo spit?," Yelena asked her sister who'd been admiring your sleeping face for the last few minutes. Natasha didn't appreciate the judgement in her tone, but she answered her anyways., "Ona dolgoye vremya bolela, poetomu teper' spit naugad, chtoby prisposobit'sya k izmeneniyam v svoyem tele."
(Why does she sleep so much?) (She was sick for a long time, so now she naps at random to accommodate the changes to her body.)
Yelena's frown she'd been wearing deepened, she knew the bulk of your story, but this is the first she's hearing of you ever being sick., "Chem bolen? Pochemu ty mne ne skazal?," Natasha scoffed at her sister's truly offensive question., "Eto bylo do togo, kak ty vernulas', i ty yasno vyrazila svoyu nenavist', tak chto bylo bespolezno govorit' tebe, Yelena.," the bite in her tone made Yelena recoil, she'd yet to hear it even with how she'd treated you thus far, but it was clear to the blonde her sister was fed up.
(Sick with what? Why didn't you tell me?) (It was before you were back, and you made your hatred clear so it bared no use telling you Yelena.)
The sisters both turned back to the TV, the movie you chose one that Yelena actually liked herself, and for the first time since meeting you she thought that maybe you weren't that bad.
—
Come lunch time the sisters had both moved onto doing their own thing, and you found yourself back in the kitchen cooking, but this time the meal was for your wife, and you. No sense in making food for the blonde again, so you left a box of Kraft on the corner of the counter, with a bottle of hot sauce before slipping out of the communal space to return to your wife. Yelena hurriedly made her way into the kitchen once she heard your door shut, the smell of whatever you had made wafted to her room, causing her stomach to grumble.
After seeing Natasha so upset earlier, and definitely not because everything you made had her salivating, she decided she'd at least try your meal, but she found herself to be pretty disappointed when finding the used pots empty and in the sink. The resentment that never truly left was back to the forefront of her mind, and just as she prepared to huff like a petulant child she found that you had extended her an olive branch of sorts by leaving factory sealed favorites of hers on the counter.
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The following few days went much the same, Natasha did most of the cooking, with you there to guide her since this wasn't her strong suit. Then you'd plan out some activity for the day that Yelena reluctantly agreed to on account of her sister's ever present scowling from beyond your shoulder. It felt like you were making headway too, the blonde was greeting you without prompting, or at least you thought she was, but now that you're sat here watching her fight with her sister in Russian you understand the previous peace was a ruse.
Today was the fifth day of the week long trip, and it seemed to be off to a very rocky start, with Nat having received a call from Steve pleading for help. Retired as you both may be, you were reluctant to cut your found family off completely. Since you were in Russia he asked your wife to do some simple intel collection, a job that required hardly anything of her, and she finally accepted with your given blessing.
Yelena was not as gracious., "Ne ostavlyay menya s ney nayedine.," she seethed in her mother tongue right before your very eyes., "Prekrati, tebe pora zadumat'sya o vzroslenii Yelena.," Natasha growled back, her body half way out the door already, and with a harsh glare the blonde let her go, and stomped back to her room like a tantrum throwing toddler.
(Don't leave me alone with her.) (Stop it, it's time for you to consider growing up Yelena.)
"Wow, no wonder her and Jackson are best friends.," you teased your wife, successfully lightening her mood as she chuckled, and she was even more grateful that you had made your way over to send her off with a tender kiss., "I'll be back shortly detka, I promise.," her eyes were apologetic, and yours were forgiving, silently telling her that all was going to be fine.
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Yelena had been held up in her room for hours, and after another laugh came from you she had had about enough. Entering the living room in a rush she made her way in front of the TV to block you from watching., "Do you have to hog the only form of entertainment in this cabin?," you found her childlike manners amusing to say the least, but the disdain was growing tired., "Yelena, there's multiple seats here, feel free to take one, but if that doesn't work for you on account of you pointlessly hating me, then maybe go build a snowman or something."
The blonde was taken aback by your words, because though the proposed hatred was real, it had been an unspoken truth up until now. Mostly because she hadn't decided if the hatred she felt was deeply seeded, or just a cover up for something else, but either way she found your confidence in verbalizing it admirable. Silently, she sat herself down, choosing to watch whatever you selected, and you fought to hold back a smile at your subtle win.
"Natasha said you were sick.," Yelena states matter of factly after many beats of silence., "Yeah, I was.," you curtly replied, unsure if you were willing to let this be the first, and potentially only conversation the two of you will have engaged in., "What kind of sick?," you sigh, using the remote you turn off the TV, and turned to face her rather unamused., "Not that it's really any of your business Yelena, but to make a long story short my powers had been slowly killing me, and had it not been for your sister's persistence I was going to let them."
Yelena looked at you mildly shocked that you'd confess something so vulnerable when all she's been to you so far is cold., "Why would you let Natasha fall in love with you, then selfishly choose death over loving my sister back?," you chuckled humorlessly at her preposterous question., "That wasn't what was happening in that moment Yelena. Those powers I'd had to lose were all I knew for a very long time, and letting go was scary.," a tear fell as you recalled that day, but you did your best to continue as you ignored the salty droplet on your cheek.
"Death never scared me all that much, it was as natural an occurrence as breathing, truly merciful in nature really. If I'm being honest it was the living that left me terrified, every step I took carried this massive responsibility, and to finally have a say in matters that concerned me left me leaning towards letting nature win out. My pragmatic mind reasoned that Nat would be fine, but when I finally looked to her I was never more sure in my decision to stay."
"What did she do?," you felt uneasy answering, this was all so vulnerable, and it didn't feel like you were sharing with family here, it felt more like an interview with one of the nosy tabloids. Still, you were willing to share if it earned you some of her trust, or at least less of her hatred., "Well, besides all the screaming she did, it was actually the initial look in her eyes. They held this concoction of emotions, but beneath it all was this childlike fear that broke my heart. After all those stories of her loss, and grief I couldn't believe I'd considered leaving her, and so I simply went back to having no powers."
Yelena hummed, leaning back into the couch she turned back to watch the TV, leaving you feeling a bit used, and very heavily vulnerable. Fortunately for you, it was now 4PM, so it didn't surprise you when your phone rang, you stood up to excuse yourself, wiping away the tears before you answered on the last ring., "Mommy! Loot! I go potty on da big potty.," you smiled warmly at your son, failing to see the brief concern flashing over Clint's face., "I'm so proud of you mommy's big boy!"
You watched him dancing around the bathroom, his chubby cheeks jiggling, and bringing a genuine smile to your face. While Jackson was washing his hands based on your instructions, your eyes drifted towards Clint., "Where's Nat?," you heard the concern in his voice, and internally you slapped yourself for letting him even see you like this., "Mission.," Clint nodded, though he was a bit confused, you knew he'd be sure to call her right after.
"Mommy, Mama come home soon?," your sons voice was full of a sadness that cracked your heart right open., "Mhm baby, just be a good boy for a couple more days and we'll come to get you.," your son blew you a kiss before he ran off to watch cartoons, and Clint gave you a few minutes to stare at your little girl who'd yet to wake up., "We'll call back at bedtime, bye for now Y/N.," you smiled at the man, then you allowed your face to fall as the phone clicked.
Upon entering the kitchen to make dinner you found the blonde already working on it., "Hm, what poison shall I expect to be dying from tonight?," you asked., "I'm an expert in all things poison you know.," your anxious heart settled some when Yelena genuinely snorted., "Fortunately for you, I left all of my arson back in the states."
"Good, arson is such a boring poison anyways, you'd have been better off using cantharadin.," you observed the way her shoulders became a smidgen less tense, and you chocked it up to a win while reaching for the last bottle of rose, and allowing a bit of silence to fall while the blonde fixed what looked to be meatloaf.
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Natasha's mission was truly effortless, she actually enjoyed the familiar field work, but the high faded fast; she entered the cabin scowling after a phone call with her best friend., "Yelena, what the fuck did you do?!," she shouted, but when she saw the two of you sat at the table giggling she was taken all the way aback., "Natty, you're home! We made dinner!"
"Actually, I made dinner while Y/N polished off our last bottle of wine by herself.," Yelena mused, and you giggled whilst haphazardly throwing yourself into Nat's tense body. The way she instantly softened at your touch wasn't lost on Yelena, she was starting to see that you were truly no threat after an hour spent asking your drunk brain for answers, and listening in partial disgust at the way you practically swooned over Natasha, and told her stories of your life together she'd never needed to hear.
Nevertheless, she was starting to come around to you, being forced to share a space alone with you clearly worked in everyone's favor today. Natasha was still confused, but to see Yelena was talking to and laughing with you, and not staring daggers into your soul like normal was an obvious improvement, and she wasn't about to question it. She sat down, pulling you into her lap with ease as she did, feeding you and eating the delicious mystery meat all while having a calm conversation with the both of you that veered so far off track that you're all now getting ready to head to a Moscow bar.
"Natty! Did you see? She's warming up to me.," you squealed, and your wife smiled fondly, she'd always found your excitable nature rather adorable., "Yes lyubov', I saw that, but I also heard you were crying. Care to explain?," her hands were cupping your cheeks so that you'd be forced to face her in case you tried to lie for her sisters benefit., "Yelena asked me all about when I was sick, and it felt kinda icky telling her, but it's okay now, I promise!"
Natasha's face remained unreadable for a few seconds, then you melted into her touch when she smiled at you, her lips tenderly pressed to yours and for a moment you lost yourselves in the kiss., "Hello! I am ready, so you should be too.," Natasha groaned., "Blya petukh blok.," then she gently pecked your lips a few times, a bit reluctant to stop honestly, but she knows that the more the two of you bond, the easier her life will surely become., "We're coming!"
(Fucking cock block)
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Natasha nursed her beer at the bar while you and Yelena danced around the joint like madwoman after your vodka shot competition left the both of you absolutely hammered., "Privet, krasavitsa.," the redheads smile fell into an immediate grimace at the gruff voice., "Ne interesno.," she coldly remarked, her eyes never even sparing the man a glance., "Davay detka.," the moment his hand settled over her arm it was being spun behind his back.
Natasha's eyes widened when she saw you'd shoved the man into the counter, "No means no bucko!," you slurred, Yelena snorted at your words, but her amusement died when her sister glared at her., "Y/N, let him go, let's not make a scene.," she tried to pull you off the man who was currently yelping but it was to no avail., "Skazhi, chto ty sozhaleyesh'.," and after the man's arm was twisted until a crack was heard he sincerely apologized to your wife.
(Hello beautiful) (Not interested) (Come on baby) (Say you're sorry)
"Detka, when did you learn Russian?," your shocked lover asks you as you fall into her., "I'm doing Duolingo, want our babies to be able to speak both languages, it's only fair I learned too.," you mumbled over a long yawn, Natasha's hand scratching at your scalp not helping to combat your exhaustion., "Cute.," Natasha was too enamored by you to notice the man rearing back to sock you, but Yelena saw it as the golden opportunity to be violent, and in turn finally give you her stamp of approval after seeing you drunkenly defend her sister.
"That is how it is done.," Yelena beams at you, Natasha's mouth is at a loss for words as she observes the broken glass, and the unconscious man who's body crumpled to the floor., "Etogo ne mozhet byt'.," Natasha groaned just as her hand gripped Yelena by the nape of her neck, then she threw your giggling form over her shoulder, and beat feet before the Russian law enforcement got involved—seeing as how her and Yelena are wanted fugitives around here.
(This can't be happening)
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"What?," Natasha grumbled while staring at her sister through the crack in the door. Yelena smiled anyway, lifting up a green smoothie of sorts., "For the sick one.," Natasha hesitated to take the glass, but she is an expert at reading her sister, so she sees no hidden agendas are at play here., "She is a lightweight by the way.," the blonde teased, the door was then slammed in her face the next second., "Hey! That's not very nice, I wanted to join the party."
Natasha returned to your side in the bathroom, her hand gently ran over your arm, causing you to lift your head out of the toilet. The pout on your face was cute enough to kiss away, but the reality that you just vomited wasn't forgotten., "Here moya lyubov', drink this smoothie, then we'll take a shower and get right into bed.," you grimaced at the sight of the green slop, but the green eyes staring you down held no room for your rebuts, so you pinched your nose, and miraculously gagged the whole thing down.
"Good girl.," Natasha praised, enjoying the tired smile you rewarded her with., "Come now my fiercest protector.," she lovingly teased, you accepted her extended hand, and Natasha pulled you up, and into the warmed shower., "Rest now honey, you know I got you."
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The loud ringing of a phone woke you up rather suddenly that your body jolted up, the pounding in your head was not exactly a fan., "Sorry moya lyubov', but also come here and talk to the babies.," you scooted into your wife's side, the blanket pulled up high, and as your eyes adjusted you noticed it was only 4:30AM so that meant is was 8:30PM back home in New York., "Goodnight Mama, Goodnight Mommy, I lub you!!!," Jackson shouted, the both of you chuckled when Clint's hand raised to turn his hearing aids off., "Goodnight baby, we love and miss you so very much."
You held tightly to your wife's hand, the shake in her voice enough to tell you just how much she missed your little ones, and you were at the same point, but due to a forecasted blizzard you couldn't leave a day early like you wanted. Laura now had the phone as she was rocking Eli, who's soft whimpers died down as soon as her mommies voices surrounded her. Then Natasha began humming a familiar Russian lullaby, and both kids were out like a light., "Looks like you took another one down.," Laura teased, your soft snores causing the women to share a laugh before ending the call.
Natasha lowered your bodies back down, an uneasiness weighing heavily on her chest, she couldn't exactly place the cause, but she pulled you closer in the hopes of quelling the feeling., "YA tak lyublyu tebya, dorogoy. Moye serdtse b'yetsya tol'ko dlya tebya i nashikh malyshey.," and as if you had this sixth sense you turned in her hold, pulling her even closer to you, and nuzzling your face into her neck. Your actions caused a soft sigh to leave her lips, and brought a relieved smile to her face.
(I love you so much honey. My heart only beats for you, and our littles.)
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At a much more appropriate time, 10AM, the both of you exited your room, hand in hand en route to fix a pot of coffee for your hangover. Natasha kissed your cheek before offering to make the life saving beverage so you could relax on the couch. Yelena had already been in the living room watching a Russian show., "Good morning to you, the coffee is all gone, and I do not apologize.," she laughed manically when you fell into the couch with a huff., "Maybe wake up earlier next time."
The blonde gulped when you glared at her, Natasha chuckled at the sight, because she knows what it's like to be on the receiving end. With one kiss to your lips you lost all the fight, and Yelena was a bit shocked to feel grateful., "We're going to also need more firewood.," your wife mentioned while you continued to sulk on the couch., "If this one expects to survive tonights blizzard that is; I'm fine."
"Ha! So funny, how about along with your blizzard I add onto it a cold shoulder free of charge.," you grumbled, lifting your arm from over your eyes to glare at the smirking redhead, you stuck your tongue out at her for emphasis before rolling over to hide from the offensive light., "Natasha, be nice to my new sister over there, captain lightweight was your superhero name right? This was to be expected really."
"I take it back, you can return to hating me, I will only tolerate the teasing if it is towards Nat or Clint.," you groaned into the couch, the response was muffled, but the blonde heard you perfectly., "Barton? Oh, I am so in!"
Natasha smiled fondly at the sight of you two finally getting along, even if it was at her best friend's expense; the old man could handle it.
"Tasha, are you going to get my firewood?," the redhead snorted when she saw you shivering., "I'll head out in a few minutes.," she began to agree to it, but then her brows furrowed at the text on her phone., "Actually, could you two manage? Steve's having difficulty decoding the files, and the blizzard is already underway."
Natasha threw your whining form over her shoulder., "We'll be right back.," she spoke to the amused blonde, then she took you to your shared space to change you into warmer clothes for your trek through the frigid tundra., "Detka, three jackets seems a bit like overkill.," she laughed, but the sight of you all bundled up and pouting made her heart fill with warmth.
She secretly snapped a photo of you, then she placed a kiss to your nose while pulling a furry beanie over your head before guiding you back to the living space., "You two be safe now, don't let the big bad snow take you guys out.," she was quick to grab you before you could angrily waddle away., "I love you detka, hurry back.," you never could stay mad at her, so you leaned forward to plant a sloppy kiss to her cheek in subtle retaliation to the taunts, but then you kissed her deeply, leaving her near breathless., "I love you too Natty, I expect cuddles when I return.," she nodded then pushed you on out.
Yelena had went to follow, but a hand on her bicep stopped her., "Zabotit'sya o ney.," the fear of losing you was evident to the blonde., "Eto prosto sneg.," the quip was playful, but Natasha saw in her eyes that she'd take your safety seriously now that she'd let her initial reservations go; you're her family now. The knowledge settled the redhead's nervous heart, but as you two walked away she felt that uneasiness from this morning seeping back into her chest, and if not for her phone ringing she was about to follow the both of you.
(Take care of her) (It's just snow.)
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Yelena found your complaining amusing for all of like ten seconds., "Here—it'll take the edge off, and warm you up since you're shivering.," the flask got a genuine smile out of you, of course she has a flask full of vodka in her vests pockets. After a long sip, and the consequent shiver you handed it back to her., "Seriously though, three jackets—what's the point?"
"It's freezing Lena.," you groaned, speeding up in your state of annoyance you missed the way her lips quirked at the nickname you gave her., "Cold is simply a state of mind Y/N Y/L/N.," you turned to her with a scowl., "Romanoff."
Three loud thuds sounded off behind you, and in real time you watched Yelena's face fall, and her wrists raise., “Yelena, what the hell?,” but before you could get your answers you were harshly thrown into a tree., "Y/N, stay down.," the blonde grunted, you were a bit disoriented but you soon noticed the three burly men all surrounding the widow., "Like hell I will.," you replied, jumping to your feet you entered the fight, successful in impairing one of the men, but now as you dangled over a cliff you were thinking you should’ve listened to Yelena.
Tears clouded your vision every time your body lowered, the grappling hook Yelena managed to attach you to at the last second while being thrown about wasn’t having much luck with the inclement weather you were facing. It was funny really, you meant it when you said death had never scared you, but now, after seeing all this life had to offer you you’re truly terrified. Natasha wasn’t exactly equipped to raise the kids on her own, and more importantly you weren’t ready to cause a heartbreak like this.
For some reason after you were thrown off the side of the cliff the men had retreated, as if the odds weren’t in the favor being three to one over two, which wasn’t logical with Yelena’s shoulder being dislocated, and her focus being split to you. Nothing here made any sense to you, but facing imminent death you hadn’t really had much time to ponder their motives.
“Y/N, hold on okay, Natasha will be here soon, hold my hand…,” you looked up, wincing at the way even the slightest of movements loosened the hooks grip., “Yelena, listen to me—we don’t have long before this hook gives way, and if I were to grab your hand we’d both go down.,” the blonde knew you spoke the truth, but in the moment all rationality went out the window., “Grab my hand damnit, you can’t die!,” she shrieked., “We just became sisters, and you have a family to get home to!”
“Tell Natasha that Jackson only likes ketchup with his fries, try it with anything else and it’s automatically the ‘icky’ sauce.,” you softly said while tears continued to fall down your cheek., “Eli’s favorite stuffy—Mr. Frog, she can’t sleep without him, let her know that I have a box full of replacements for that damn thing in the hallway closet for emergencies.”
The hook shifted again, and you screeched as your body shifted down further at a rapid pace., “Tell her I wasn’t scared; that I was brave.,” you breathed heavily in anticipation., “Even if I wasn’t, she doesn’t need to think I died scared, and remind her I wasn’t alone.”
“No! You’ll tell her, I know she’s coming!,” you smiled up at the blonde one last time, she had the hook under her hand in a vice grip, and if you were to shift again she’d be thrown down with you, and that was the last thing you want., “It’ll be okay Lena, you will all be alright.”
“Please, don’t go Y/N… I-I’m sorry, oh God, this is all my fucking fault.,” her guilty sobs caused your heart to ache, and so you spent your final moments trying to offer her support., “You tried to save me Lena, at one point you wanted me gone, but now look at you. Thanks for becoming my sister, it was truly an honor that I didn’t take lightly. Tell Natasha that I love her please, and take your hand off the hook—there’s no need for both of us to die…”
Yelena violently shook her head, but when she finally looked into your eyes she saw the pure desperation they held. No matter how much she willed it to not be the case, you were right. So the blonde let go, she began to hum the tune of American Pie, you chuckled sadly as you recognized it from the other night, and the irony of the unspoken lyrics weren’t lost on you as you free fell down the mountain side, the image of your happy family in your mind, and the sound of your wife’s voice the last thing you heard before you were met with silence.
Natasha stood there in a state of shock, had the snowmobile been able to surpass the speed of 40mph she would’ve been here in time… When she finally peered over the mountain side it was nothing but a thick mist, there was no proof you’d even fallen besides Yelena’s sobs, so the redhead refused to believe it. There’s no way you’re dead, you were just in her arms like an hour ago; this had to be a joke. Your wife picked her sister’s beaten down body up off the snow, ignoring her incessant sobbing as she placed her on the snowmobile, there was no need to engage her, you were perfectly fine.
When they reached the bottom of the mountain Natasha was flying off the dreadful machinery., “Y/N! This isn’t funny! Show yourself now, and I promise I won’t be mad! Christmas is right around the corner—I swear I’ll return all of your gifts!,” Yelena whimpered at the sounds of her sisters reckless optimism. The fresh trail of blood was clear as day, but she knew Natasha was willfully ignoring it, and that it was up to her to make her face the debilitating truth.
Limping off the bike, with her injured arm pulled tightly against her chest she approached her sister, using her good arm she grabbed her., “Don’t fucking touch me! Where is she?”
“Ona ushla.”
(She’s gone)
“No…,” Natasha shrugged her sister off, then frantically began to search for you, eyes of green forever avoiding the ground, because if the red in her peripheral meant anything, she didn’t want to know., “Ona ne mozhet uyti..”
(She can’t be gone)
Yelena couldn’t watch her sister meltdown any longer, so even in her state she wrestled with the redhead until she was able to force her head to look down., “No…,” her denial was but a whisper, but once her mind caught up to the truth she fell to her knees, a blood curdling scream leaving her throat, only to be followed by heart wrenching sobs that made Yelena’s heart shatter further along with her sisters.
Yelena followed the splattering of your blood, expecting to find you, and not wanting your wife to be the first to, but the splattering was never ending, and the further she limped, the more her heart skipped within her chest, and her speed picked up until everything stopped. She felt like she couldn’t breathe, a piece of your jacket sat atop a branch, your bracelet you used to alert Natasha lay broken in the snow, and a few paces ahead of her lay a stain of oil, and corresponding wheel imprints., “Oh God.”
“Natasha! My dolzhny idti! Ona u nikh!.,” she shook her shoulder, but it was of no use, the redhead wasn’t in much of a responsive state. So just like she’d done for her minutes prior she got her onto the snowmobile and drove as fast as she could while unfairly cursing you., “This wasn't cool Y/N... So not cool at all.”
(We have to go! They have her!)
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but now i am curious after that anons ask.. would lucie ever call auntie em rather than her parents in a situation during her rebel phase? we know she told T when she was getting teased for being american
Lucie confides in Emma about Nico not liking her boyfriend, Marco, who is a total sleaze ball.
"Dad is so unfair to him." Lucie kicks at the foot bar on the high top chair she sits in. Emma is pouring a lemonade for Lucie and herself. Lucie came over with Livy and Mack after school, not wanting to go home and face the wrath of her father for missing curfew again last night.
"Lulu, I don't know about this guy either." Emma says honestly.
"He is a good guy. I promise." Timo, who is pretending not to listen from the couch, shakes his head. He turns to his wife, rolling his eyes. Emma sighs, scratching her head then moving to put the pitcher back in the fridge.
"Well, I think your dad has concerns that he isn't bringing out the best in you." Emma says.
"I missed curfew once."
"This week? Cause I heard it's been pretty consistent since school started."
"Well, we fall asleep..." Lucie trails off. "I don't mean to."
"Mhm." Emma takes a sip of her lemonade. "When I was your age, I had a boyfriend kinda like Marco. I would sneaking out, miss curfew, get grounded, and do plenty of things I shouldn't be doing." Emma pauses. "My grades suffered, my friendships crumbles, and my relationship with my parents was extremely compromised because of my behaviors and compulsive lying. He isolated me from everyone who loved and cared about me because it benefitted him. By the time he cheated on me, and I ended things, I didn't have many friends left. It took many months before my parents trusted me again. All because of a boy."
"That won't happen with Marco and I. He loves me. I know it."
"I hope not, Luc. I'd hate to see you get hurt because someone else doesn't have your best interest at heart."
"Marco gets me."
"Does he? Because I'm not sure many of us have seen the real you since you two started dating."
"You're wrong." Lucie says, looking incredible naive and young to her auntie. She pushed back from the counter, then stalks downstairs to join Mack and Livy.
"You think that got through to her?" Timo asks, standing up and walking over to his wife.
"I don't know." Emma answers honestly.
Only time will tell with this version of Lucie.
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Hi!! Hope you're having a great day Cici!💕
I just saw your latest reblog and I couldn't help but want to know more on what's going on in these two scenes🙈😩💕
Ch 10 was one of my absolute favourites and genuinely had me grinning the whole way through!💓
Ok ok, so! We obviously Know what cielitos thinking here, and ig I can more or less guess what starks thinking but what about Miguel!?! To his knowledge he totaaaally had her fooled, so imagine his surprise when he sees her at stark tower !!!with the man stark himself!! And acting all buddy buddy too!!😳
Yeah this scene had me h o w l i n g👹🙈🥰🤡it was SOOOOO GOOD! And yes once again, I ask for Miguel's thought process here and a little bit of starks too if it's not much🙈 cause to stark I can't help but think all this must be awfully hilarious😂I just know he was having so much fun pushing Miguel's buttons 😂😂 man was low-key third wheeling with all the tension between cielito and Miguel😂
And yeah that's it!! I hope you're doing well and remember to take care of yourself!, especially now that EYEM's over, please get some rest and treat yourself to lots of nice food!💕you deserve it!!💓
DVD COMMENTARY ASK GAME
Boy oh boy am I happy that you picked this paragraph out of everything.
The thing with that scene is that because it's from the limited POV of cielito we didn't at all get to see what was going on with Miguel there and it's always been my biggest regret! Cause in the actual scene as I imagined it and told both TWP and my husband as I was writing it is that from Miguel's perspective. He had smoothly broken into the penthouse, undetected by Stark's sophisticated surveillance system, dismantling each boobytrap and foreseeing each detection device and rendering them harmless. Remember that he's also (when he wants to be) graceful and can move silently and quickly despite his large size. So imagine that this man has gone through ALL OF THAT! undetected by Jarvis, and he's just about to enter the room where the arc reactor is when he picks up Cielito's familiar voice with his spideyhearing and just FREEZES!!!
All of a sudden he's crawling all the way back into the main foyer, not giving a fuck about being detected because: WHY IS SHE HERE!!!
and the scratching noises that Cielito hears on the ceiling? Yeah that Miguel, claws coming out to angrily scratch at the ceiling (not because he needs those to crawl up there) but because they come out when he's emotionally excited and this man is SEETHING! when he sees Stark flirt with her and her NOT REJECTING HIM WTF?!?!?!
It kills me that I wasn't able to show that scene from miguel's pov cause this whole sequence had me howling when I was imagining it.
As for the second scene and Stark's "Are you single" comment.
Our spideyman's immediate thought is: DOES SHE LOOK SINGLE TO YOU ASSHOLE!!??!??!!
Because here's the thing. Cielito is not nena, she's not his wife. He knows that on a logical level. But emotionally? He can't help but treat and see her as his. his to protect, at least. And it's hard to see another man flirt with the woman you love and were married to for years, a sleaze nontheless (which in Miguel's eyes, Stark is sleazy) waltzing in there with those lame lines and his wife is INTERESTED?! are you fucking kidding me!?
The thing with jealousy is that I think it comes from a place of insecurity. And I think Miguel himself finds it a shock at how jealous he is. I don't think Miguel was very jealous with nena, why would he be? He was very secure in that relationship. He knew that his wife didn't really have eyes for anyone but him (in the same way that he wasn't interested in other women besides her), they were very devoted to each other, so there was no point in him being jealous. But with cielito? He can't help but love her, and for him, in this moment of time, when he sees this stark guy flirt with her and HER CONSIDERING IT, he realizes that oh... Miguel's devotion and love for her might not be reciprocated-- and the green jealous monster in him is out in full force.
As for Stark? Stark's just having the time of his fucking life! this is hilarious to him. His inner thoughts is basically: "Man this guy is making it easy, this is so fucking funny!"
Especially because he's figured out that Miguel is obviously smart and capable, smart and capable enough to breach his entire security system and to bring a guy down so easily just by making him jealousy that's a payback too sweet and funny not to do.
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your art is so good but every post you make is a literal mindfuck what is even happening here
i wrote fanfiction about us
it was a dark and stormy night
being a criminal justice mastermind i dont often bring my skillset into the real world
and yet sitting here, in my private investigators office, 73rd floor atop the highest skyscraper in new york city, i can appreciate the intellectual high ground it takes to make it this far, in a world gone mad. its 1972, and yet my minds still stuck in the past, in the could haves and the what once was
a drag on my marlboro brings me back into the present. a knock on the door. another knock. i exhale a foul smelling line of smoke out my mouth and flick the butt of my dart outta the window. let some other poor schmuck deal with it. ive got enough on my plate
adjusting my melancholic overcoat, and sleazing my way over to the door, i can see the silhouette of a greasy, stout man infront of it. a piercing voice carries through my office and out into the streets of the city. his speech wrests its way through my ears in an attempt to make them bleed, surely, even the street dogs would be whining at the shrill pitch of it. and yet… i know who this is. anonymous.
a scowl makes its way to my face, from my 5 foot 11 stature. distaste registers in my mind. i knew this guy as kids, when he used to bathe in grease and shit every day and then roll around in the streets, looking desperately for a thing he called, "asks". accompanied often with a flattened stone, or a piece of paper, with buttons drawn crudely onto it. we all assumed he was an escapee of the nearby mental institution as children, and i was the only one patient enough to be kind to him, enduring his insane prattling about something or other, or his blatant disregard for the female sex, and juvenile objectification of women
"my MINECRAFT mods wont LOAD CORRECTLY! i sense that SOMEONE HAS MEDDLED WITH my STATE OF THE ART gaming PC and LARD SOAKED CHAIR!"
he seems to be writhing on the floor of my waiting office, and throwing a tantrum similar to that of my 3 year old daughter
"anon, anon, my friend, what could be the issue?" i attempt to quell the insane beast to no avail. often he would lull into some breakdown or another, freakouts that wouldnt pertain to our world
"oh mister investigator sir! you gotta help me!" i can hardly understand him through his blubbering tears. "you gotta help me i saw a very scary monster in my room, and he went under my bed! you gotta help me kill him mister investigator sir! he meddled with my future device! i need my fix of asks!"
what a world we live in. do i help a childhood acquaintance, and attempt to quiet his babyish outburst? my illustrious supermodel big breasted booty cheeked up rich successful atheist businesswoman wife and supergenius 3 year old daughter would surely miss me on my adventure, and yet i find myself hungering for the hunt of the game yet again, even as the hunt is little more than a search for a round object in a ball pit, with the mental limitations of my good friend anonymous. i decide to help him with his journey free of charge. i know hes rather broke after spending all his time at the local casino. i told him he didnt know how blackjack worked after he tried to bluff a win, and got beaten senseless by the guards. tsk. whats a man of my caliber to do?
"ill help you anon, if its the last thing i do."
grabbing my '66 colt diamondback, and my silky fedora, i stride over to the door with purpose. my bumbling sidekick tottering his way over to the exit and falling over immediately upon walking through the doorway. i always did forget he had the object permanence of a toddler. we make our way downstairs
the rain pours out upon that damned, dirt filled city. taxis and cars blazing by my office in hurried races
stepping onto the pavement, anon rushes forwards, step after shortened step. in horror, i watch as he trips on one of his homemade "mobile devices" and falls into the street. a taxicar's yellowed paint feels like a slap in the face as the dark street fills with the blood of my childhood friend. heroically flagging down traffic in the tense night of the city, i race to his side. the man who was like a distant cousin to me. an eccentric nephew, or odd sort of relative, gone in the blink of an eye.
but yet! hope! as anons labored breathing grew more stagnant by the second, i knew i only had moments to spare. jumping 15 feet into a nearby vehicle, i hotwire the wheel in mere seconds, racing my way to the hospital. i knew i could save him… if only… if only i had more time…
a race against the clock, i could feel the ticks of milliseconds pound against my skin like the judgemental gavel of a courts closing. like a stampede of hooves amid a horserace. like a thrumming engine, ready to blow at any given moment. i needed to get to that hospital
minutes later, there i am, pulling into the crowded parking lot. carrying his frail and short four foot two body into the intensive care, i knew there would be lasting damage. a man doesnt play modded minecraft all day and be left with the highest condition of physical ability, after all.
"nurse! ready a room for my friend! immediately!" i shout, as i shed my private investigators coat and reveal a second doctors coat underneath. i also pull out a surgical liscence from my back pocket, where it had been digging into my ass all night which hurt really bad. it also explained why i looked so bulky and puffy under 2 coats. from anonymous comes faint mumbling.
"need more… need more fried mushrooms… radishes…. the jade door… collapsing… oh… the sand… help…" it seems he had been having some kind of nightmarish hallucination, spurred on by him getting run over by a fucking car. i rush to the operating room. the rest of it is but a blur, as i endlessly repair damage thought to be deadly, and attempt to restore function to his marred body.
its 7 hours later, when he is finally placed in a visitation recovery room. maybe his 4 moms could come and visit him, it might help with this apparently insane state he had been put in. mutterings about, squids, of all things. squids? who likes squids? those damned creatures from the sea?
anons odd ramblings only seemed to continue from there, to my eternal dismay. "the truth… im unclear of the truth… 2003… cleopatra.. wife boobs…" i was deeply unsettled by this, and forever in grievance of the loss of one of my friends. as a strong male figure, i emotionally was unsure of what to do from here… a loss… devastating to this world.. one soul less among the masses of our earth… lifes but a walking shadow, a power player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more
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Polar Opposites • B.R.B • Sneak Peek
Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x OC
Synopsis: Coming up on his mid-thirties, Rooster feels like he should be married by now. But with every woman he dates, the simplest thing can turn him away. So when Phoenix’s picture-perfect cousin comes crashing back into her life as a runaway bride, he thinks it must be fate.
Warnings: lowkey sleazy behavior
a/n: new series? idk i may or may not make this a series or just do a couple of parts but Phoenix is my fave character so i had to make something with her involved :) also, yes, this first scene is almost identical to the first scene of Friends haha (also before anyone asks, this will not be a love triangle between Phoenix, Rooster, and the OC)
It’d been a long day at the beach with multiple games of dogfight football and Penny had been gracious enough to open the doors to The Hard Deck a couple of hours early for Maverick and his squadron to wind down.
Coyote and Fritz were aimlessly throwing darts at the dartboard while Payback and Hangman played against Bob and Fanboy in a casual game of pool. Rooster sat on top of the bar, locked in a conversation with Halo and Phoenix with Penny occasionally adding her two cents in. Yale, Harvard and Omaha were long gone, opting to head back to the their places to shower and take a well-deserved nap on their day off.
Rooster’s beginning to envy them the further he gets into his conversation with Phoenix and Halo.
“That is the stupidest reason to ghost someone,” Phoenix scoffs, rolling her eyes when Rooster looks at her incredulously.
Phoenix had asked him about the woman he’d been seeing the past couple of weeks, forcing him to begrudgingly admit that he’d ghosted her just a few of days prior. He wasn’t proud of it, but in his defense, he had a good reason.
Or so he thought.
“I think it’s perfectly reasonable, thank you very much,” Rooster defends.
“Ghosting a girl just because she thought Air Force pilots and Navy pilots were the same thing is not reasonable,” Halo chides.
“Yes, it is,” the rest of the guys chorus from their respective spots.
Rooster tips his bottle to all of them in thanks.
“Bradshaw, this is, like, the third girl in the past two months,” she says and Rooster can tell she’s trying her hardest to hold back a judgy tone. “For a man who wants to get married so badly, you sure are picky.”
“Nothin’ wrong with bein’ a little picky, Phoenix,” he says, coming up from behind Phoenix and tossing his arm around her shoulder. He points his beer bottle at Rooster. “‘Specially when you got options like ol’ Rooster here.”
Rooster has to resist the urge to cringe at Hangman’s choice of words. Sure, he was trying to defend him in his own slightly twisted way, but it still didn’t make him feel any less…sleazy.
“You’re a sleaze,” Phoenix responds, nudging his arm off her shoulder.
“Need me to ring it?” Penny asks, gesturing to the bell while eying Hangman threateningly.
Phoenix smiles gratefully but shakes her head, turning back to Rooster. “All I’m trying to say is you’re never gonna find ‘the one’ if you keep dropping girls the second they do or say something weird,” she says. “What about Kristen? She’s cute and you even said you could see it going somewhere.”
He had said that. In retrospect, Kristen was a good choice for him. She was a nurse on a base, so she was incredibly understanding of his demanding and somewhat unpredictable job. She never pressed him when he would shut down at the mention of his parents and as douchebag-y as it sounded, it didn’t hurt that she was good in bed.
They had been on a handful of dates a few months prior and things were going well. He didn’t exactly have a good reason why he never asked her out again after that
Rooster just shrugs. “I don’t know, Nat,” he says truthfully.
“Y’know, Phoenix, if you’re such an expert on relationships maybe you should find Rooster a wife,” Hangman teases.
Before Rooster or Phoenix is able to come up with a retort, Maverick’s voice cuts them off.
“Uh, Phoenix? There’s a woman here looking for you.”
The confusion in Maverick’s tone has Rooster and everyone else’s interest peaked as they all turn to the entrance of The Hard Deck. Maverick beckons the stranger further into the bar and into everyone’s line of sight. Rooster can practically hear everyone’s jaw drop, his included.
This was probably the most stunning woman Rooster’s ever laid his eyes on and based off the expressions of everyone behind him, the sentiment was shared. Her hair was done up in a complicated looking updo, the stray pieces coming free that would’ve looked messy on anyone else only helped frame her sharp features. Rooster could only assume she had makeup on from the way the color on her eyelids made her eyes pop, though he’d never be able to tell without it due to how flawless her skin looked. The only flaws Rooster could make out were the slight mascara tracks beneath her waterline and the small pout that adorned her perfectly glossed lips.
The real kicker was her attire. She would’ve already stood out with her hair and makeup, but the wedding dress sealed the deal for sure. The silky white dress fit her like a dream and looked way outside of any of their price ranges, which made the dirt that laced the bottom of the gown seem infinitely more comical. The white heels she held in her left hand looked equally as expensive as the dress, but not nearly as expensive as the diamond that adorned her ring finger.
Everyone turned to look at Phoenix in shock, like she’s magically poofed this woman out of thin air at Hangman’s request.
“Damn, you work fast,” Halo mumbles.
#bradley bradshaw#rooster bradshaw#natasha phoenix trace#rooster#top gun maverick#rooster x oc#rooster fanfiction#bradley rooster bradshaw
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Yoongi’s Girl
Part 1
Warning: Crime, swearing, drugs, guns, smut mention (more smut in part 2 !), mafia
Your sitting at your dressing table in a world of your own carrying out you night time skin routine, girl gotta always look good. Your wedding ring catches you eyes as the light catches it, you smile to yourself remember just who put that ring on you finger, your knight in shining armour, the man of your dreams, your lover, your husband. Your sharp pulled out of your day dream when you hear shots fired. “ For fucks sake what now”, you give your self the once over whilst applying a tinted balm to your lips, and head out your room to were the gun shots were fired. You look over the staircase on the landing which looks over the main hall. You see 6 of your husbands men with their guns withdrawn all targeting the sleaze bag Mr Verrill. Jungkook clocks you giving you the side eye, you scoff to yourself, nothing can get passed that man. Your husband stands in front of his 6 men without a gun. “Damn Min why do you have to be so cocky in situations like this”. Your hear Verrill pleading for more cash, this is the man who has sold his wife to cover his debt previously. He is in his mid 50s with a growing gambling addiction, he's owes money to most lenders which we are using to our advantage. You see Verrill works in shipping firearms which he has some very loyal customers which we want, this is the only thing this man has along with his new taste is younger women which he obviously needs the cash to pay for, no women would that for free. You need to intervein before Yoongi sees red and blows his brains out, he hates people that beg, well that's lying as he makes me beg most nights but that's a different situation all together. You waltz down the stair case earning a smirk for Jimin, he knows what's coming. “Verrill how lovely to see you, you must be here to settle your debts” as you reach the bottom you weave through guys and stand in front of Yoongi with you back towards Verrill. “Evening Miss Min” you whip you head round to glare at him “Its Mrs!” you turn back round to Yoongi fixing his tie. “Apologies Mrs Min, I'm hear to ask for an extension and also to extra cash, you see iv been giving a tip on a horse race tomorrow that will pay all my debts” i look up at yoongi and roll you eyes as i reach for his gun in his inside his suit jacket. “You see Verrill that's asking for two things, there will be no more lending until you pay up, i will give you another 24 hours to gather our funds. If you don't meet our agreement we will take goods to the value you owe like your firearms customers” you smirk up at Yoongi. “NO FUCKING WAY, they are my customers, do you know how long it has taking to get my customer base. Please I need another $20,000 and I will pay you back tomorrow”. You sharply turn pointing the gun in Verrils direction “ I don't think you heard what i said, there will be no more lending until you pay up do you understand.”, “Please I need to the cash, Yoongi please understand”. You point the gun and one of Verrills men and pull the trigger. “Fuck what did you do that for”. “Well that got your attention! There will be no more lending and if our money isn't not here tomorrow you will be lying there staining my marble floor like your friend and believe you me Mr Verrill I hate stains but not as much a lying basterd like you, Goodnight Mr Verrill. Namjoon can you see that Mr Verrill sees himself off the property”. Namjoon gives you the nod and you hear Jin say he will clean up the mess and dispose. You turn to Yoongi who has that devilish smirk plastered on his face, “ That was hot, I love when you take control like that, you make me so proud”, you scoff at him comment “ No you don't! I want to go bed and you would of had him pleading all night just to say no to him and shoot him dead if i hadn't stepped in”. He reaches out and pulls you in by your waist and whispers in you ear “Not true, i would of shot him with minutes as i have plans so get up the fucking stairs and wait for me like a good slut”. his voice sends shivers down your spine and the heat that has been pooling between you legs since you saw him this evening is starting to leak, you look at him “ Yes daddy” “Good girl we will carry on you performance upstairs”, you roll you eyes, i didn't do all this to create a scene or a “performance” as he called it, i did this for us i want to show him that I'm capable of handing things. I want to live up to my new name Min. “ if you want this to be such a performance I'm going to need an audience” you know you've touched a nerve when you hear a low growl “ Why don't you asks the guys to come up too, you know to watch the performance” he grabs your neck and pushes you against the wall, you love how his hand feels round your neck an he knows it. “ don't you dare say shit like that you know i hate thought of them hearing you scream, things like should just be for me but your so fucking loud”. Yoongi is the jealous type, iv lost count the number of people he has shot for just looking at you. You made the mistake one year for his birthday by hiring a female escort, he shot her for making you cum, such a shame she seemed like a really nice girl. But this why you love him, for once in you life you feel safe, wanted, loved. He saved you and provided you life and home you used to dream about. You didn't have the best start in life, you never met your dad and you honestly don't believe you mother knew who he was. She was drugged addict with many boyfriends, possibly even pimps. You were sold to yoongi to cover her debt, this situation should be the lowest point of anyone's life but I already rock bottom so the day i was handed over to yoongi that's when my life had finally become. You look up through you lashes, his eye piecing yours. You hold his hand that's wrapped round your neck to help you to pull up a kiss his soft lips, before he could swipe his tongue in to meet yours you pull away with his bottom lip between your teeth.
“ I'll be upstairs waiting daddy”
If you have got this for thank you so much for reading, this is my first piece of writing and already have part 2 in the works (which is very much for a smutty reader). Please forgive my spelling and grammer as i know its not the best, i kind of just doing this as a hobby rather than professional. I kind of have plan for this being a 2 part story, however i cant leave any of the members out so i may add extra parts so i give them all a bit of attention. XDX
#min yoongi#bts#bts yoongi#mafia#mafiagirl#fanfic#smut#yoongi smut#jungkook#namjoon#jimin#jin#jhope#taehyun#fluff#romance
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Leverage Mark Showdown -- First Heat Contestants
Where the nominator left comments (or fun extra descriptors), I’m including their comments, cause those are way better than what I’d come up with. Where they didn’t leave comments, you’ll have to settle for mine :P
Mark Doyle
The Bottle Job
I genuinely liked him as a character, he was sleazy but so fun. The accent was fun, he was an easy mark, and he screamed like a girl. One of my fave episodes cause of him.
David Lampard aka “Truffle Jackass”
The French Connection Job
who the hell meets “gnar slabdash the n is mostly silent” and just TAKES THAT at face value
“His Honor Mayor Brad Culpepper III”
The Three Strikes Job and to a lesser extent The Maltese Falcon Job
TONAAAAAAAAAAAAAY
Ian Blackpoole
The First and Second David Jobs
The man has balls, okay? I’ve said it before -- a disgruntled, disheveled ex-employee pulls a gun on him, and his response is to calmly ask if he’s going to kill him, then invite him to his party, offer him shrimp, and call his ex wife over to see him. Ice cold.
Mark Vector
The Morning After Job
he's a bitch and a sleaze and it was so satisfying seeing him go down
Greg Sherman aka “The Blowfish”
The Boiler Room Job
my ultimate love-to-hate. I always spend the episode going WHY DO I HATE THIS GUY SO MUCH before remembering oh yeah it’s cause he’s the bad guy, I’m supposed to hate him. BUT I HATE HIM SO MUCH!
Victor Dubenich
The Nigerian Job, The Radio Job, The Last Dam Job
man you guys had a lot to say about this one! here goes:
- he's awful but he's also how they came together
- i like the actor that plays him
- THE OG. mr inciting incident. my most underrated man saul rubinek. the absolute balls on this guy. might even still be out there you never know
- Not only the first and the one who accidentally helped bind together a world-class team and eventually sent them after himself - twice; but also the first echo/cast-caĺlback to the Nero Wolfe series.
- He consistently thinks he's better than the crew, but Nate keeps outsmarting him anyway. Plus, the fact that he and Latimer forced Nate into calling back some old favorites, there's a number of reasons to love The Last Dam Job. I will never get over the hacking with a clam thing
- Because he came back with a revenge plan and because he started this whole thing when he screwed the team over
- this guy kinda kickstarted the whole thing by being greedy and selfish enough to try and double-cross not just a group of thieves, but a man who was ROYALLY screwed by the system literal months prior by using his dead kid against him. He's arrogant, but just smart enough to be a threat as of The Last Dam Job, and even then his insistence that he "knows" the team better than Nate after all these years is one of the things that leads to his downfall. Seriously, fuck that guy.
Judge Roy
The Bank Shot Job
He commits to the bit, okay? I WILL turn this entire episode into a western and I WILL be the black-had domineering bad guy and I WILL refuse to have any semblence of self-awareness about it at any time!
Gabe Erickson
The Real Fake Car Job
Matthew Lillard is great, and I absolutely loved "Nobody's plotting to kill you, you idiot!"
Starke’s Crew ( Marcus Starke, Chaos, Mikel Dayan, Apollo)
The Two Live Crew Job
They were so fun and I absolutely adored their interactions with our leverage crew.
Scott Roemer
The (Very) Big Bird Job
The Carey Elwes? The Howard Hughes cosplay? The fact that he thinks he stole and destroyed the entire Spruce Goose?
Jack Hurley
The 12-Step Job
- It was nice to see a mark that’s not a POS and have the team ‘help’ once they realised that
- He was a genuinely great guy who's just a fuck up. I get it.
- He is just too excitable and honest and keeps getting into shit way over his head but is too sweet to really hate
- I really enjoyed having a Mark who "redeemed" themselves to. Plus, hes a goofy character, and seeing him a second time when I didn't expect it made me double take and laugh on my first watch.
Monica Hunter
The Three Days of the Hunter Job
- she's horrible and interesting and you get the most satisfaction from seeing her go down. also the bit where she's being interrogated by the army and she's like "it's okay I know that there *totally aren't* any secret bases ;-)" and the guy is so tired and like "yes that's bc there aren't any secret bases" and she's like "I know you have to say that ;-)" and he's right
- rip girl you would have loved qanon
- I love conspiracy theorists who don't even really believe in the awful stuff they make up (+ it's a terrible human being with the face of aunt zelda)
William Quinn & Tobey Earnshaw
The Juror #6 Job
He was a fakeass hippie played by Brent Spiner. She was trying so damn hard to be a chessmaster it was embrrasing. Can I make it any more obvious?
Eddie Maranjian
The Order 23 Job
Man there’s a few marks I can’t help but feel viscerally bad for cause of how the crew preys on their fears and neuroses that they can’t help. So a little sympathy, and also like, affinity crimes are nasty fucking things but in terms of story it’s a nice change of pace from the usual white guys playing chess from their lofty towers
Caroline Cowan
The Low Low Price Job
Oh another one that I kinda almost feel bad for for how much they freaked her out. This is a good matchup!
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TWO THINGS … cant stop thinking about ur tags on a lewis post being “evil ex wife isms” like thats literally it . also do you think you’ll explore the lando/zak dynamic more in fic 🙇 i’m obsessed with “doggy?” “woof” THEY R SO GROSS !!! 😍😍
hello anon this ask finds me so well on this pleasant thursday night.......
as far as lewis goes like. god. this whole era hes in currently. truly the like. post nico era. post divorce era. you cant TELL ME he ISNT serving hot ex wife every goddamn race weekend. like with the sunglasses.....the big shoes......girl hes on his way to take all my money in the divorce and ill still be asking him to take me back like. ok.
ON THE SECOND POINT god god i hate that i do genuinely yearn to make more lando/zak content im so sorry to the class 🚶♂️🚶♂️🚶♂️🚶♂️ i want to write a sequel chapter or orange sherbet really bad so we will see if the next few races offer any inspiration in that regard....and yeah those two one their own. i do wanna write or draw them specifically at some point. i love the sleaze of them. like both with this cockiness and sarcasm and childish humor and shiteating grins thats like (to some) charming on lando and skeezy on zak. to me they are so the same in a lot of ways......aside from having a type i also think zak sees lando as what he thinks he was when he was younger....and also does care about lando thinking he is Cool For An Old Guy. Lando sure does let him think that....what he doesnt know wont hurt him! im just such a sucker for a slimy boss/employee relationship especially when theyre both so. ugh. i just know they gossip together. i know theyre whispering about each other behind backs. i know theyre [redacted redacted redacted] like are you kidding me. anyways. i'll see myself out.
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Does a Haircut Maketh a Man?
Spoilers for Episode 5 of The Time Traveler’s Wife. Read at your own discretion.
Clare suddenly falling all over 28-year-old Henry because he looks more like 40-year-old Henry bothers me.
For episodes now, 40-year-old Henry has been begging asking Clare and others to just be kind; to have mercy on younger him -- and I get it, younger Henry is prick with a raging case of foot-in-mouth-syndrome -- but Clare isn’t particularly kind or merciful. I don’t blame her. She’s right. She fell in love with older Henry and young Henry seems so immature by comparison. But my goodness, it seems like she’s not even trying.
That is until The Haircut™.
Okay. I’d be lying if the haircut didn’t take 28-year-old Henry from sleaze-ball to stud. The wig was horrible (we know it, the stylist knows it, hell the wig probably knows it) and may it disappear into the ether never to return. Still, there’s something intrinsically wrong (to me, at least) about Henry changing himself to fit her ideal because the changing seems so one sided. People change in relationships; we grow into each other and for each other. But it seems like all of the demands for growth are coming from Clare for Henry.
I know Clare “apologized” to Henry for wanting him to be someone he’s not yet, but the apology feels perfunctory because Henry immediately follows it up with a declaration that he can be somebody else (presumably future him). I so badly wanted her to tell him, “No, just be you. I love you.”
#the time traveler's wife#hbo the time traveler's wife#clare abshire#henry detamble#theo james#the haircut#bad wigs#american TV#time travel#love
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Star trek captains ranked by hotness
(disco not included because itd get complicated and full of spoilers but know i am thinking wistfully of michelle yeoh and jason isaacs)
Sisko: deeply conflicted dilf, possible messiah, healthy friendships with women, resonant voice. In moody 90s series that breaks w tradition by introducing a inter-crew conflict and a stable location that forces everyone to deal with Problems long-term. No notes
Janeway: fiery determined mid aged woman in STEM?? Lost in space? In an unfairly maligned series (needs me to save her)??? Also the line delivery on "delete the wife" has an effect on me that i cant fully understand
Freeman: difficult milf wrestling w her own ego and a complex relationship w her daughter? Prone 2 creating problems for herself and others? God. God. Points docked because animated
Kirk (pine edition): points docked for being in movies i dont like that much. Otherwise? Impulsive in a kind of fun way, more rascally than sleazy (shatner's kirk has a sleaze problem), played by chris pine (best chris) so theres something going on behind the eyes.
Picard: shakespeare professor with a lot of bizarre stories abt his past. More ripped than you expect him to be. Emotionally distant.
Pike: handsome! Cooks! Communicates! But somewhat indecisive and wet noodleish. Conflict avoidance is unattractive 2 me. Not a bad guy but not difficult enough to be truly hot
Kirk (shatner): impossible to take seriously. Would have a drink with him, would not give him my number. Gets a point for spirk reasons (ask me how destiel could not have existed without spirk) (maybe dont i hate that i typed that sentence)
Archer: ive seen like 3 episodes of enterprise i dont have an opinion also t'pol's distracting me (i am no better than a man)
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Put On Your Raincoats | Wild Things (De Renzy, 1985)
Like I did with my review of Ball Busters, I present to you some stray observations in scattershot form, not unlike the vignette structure of the film being commented on:
I didn't watch this to make a "We have Wild Things at home!" joke, because I haven't seen Wild Things (1998) and this was released first. I'm innocent of all charges, your honor.
This is bookended by a pair of roughie-style scenes. I think the first one is better, in that the female aggressors make it stand out against the usual genre dynamics and the latter has John Leslie doing some weird bear growl noises I found a bit distracting. Both also have neat twists at the end that go a long way in alleviating the sleaze factor that normally comes with these things.
Between the organ music on the soundtrack, the pointed shot of the cross dangling Kimberly Carson's breasts, her desire to make love as a means of procreation and her devout nature ("I'm talking to God here"), the segment where Herschel Savage tries to impregnate Carson plays like a middle finger to the moral majority types, although one could argue it's a bit more subtle than the usual evangelical characters in more overt porno satires (Spitfire, Friday the 13th: A Nude Beginning). This is also the only time I can recall off the top of my head seeing Savage with a beard, and combined with the leather jacket he's introduced in, it's a pretty good look. (Much better than the Gene Shalit 'stache he had in Skin Flicks.)
As someone who's made that same awful sitcom double date joke in too many reviews, I have a tremendous amount of respect for Elle Rio for following through on it. You see, the problem is that "there is so many men and how you say, so little time", and maybe she "should get a little book or something", so she "accidentally date two guys at the same time!" (For the record, I love her accent and her mellifluous voice. I'm not making fun, I promise.) And rather than suffer any embarrassment, she takes charge and resolves things in the most elegant manner possible given the circumstances. (Hint: it rhymes with "free gum.") Apparently this was added after the fact (the breaking of the fourth wall feels more in line with Ball Busters) but is arguably a highlight, making this not unlike a Heaven's Gate situation where a later release is supposed to be the superior version. Or maybe like the Snyder Cut. Definitely not like Apocalypse Now: Redux, where the additional footage kills the pacing. Bonus points for Tom Byron's terrible mustache and his insistence on kicking rocks at Jon Martin's car. "A lot of men, they don't have the kind of sense of humour like we girls do."
Maybe I'm still high off a rewatch of Body Double, but there's one shot where the husband is masturbating in the foreground and the wife is masturbating in the background that looks a little bit like a composition from Mr. BDP himself. Now if you just switched out the rack focus for a split diopter, we'd be in business. (This scene also starts with the wife looking at magazine layout with *shudders* Ron Jeremy, and thankfully that's where he stays.) And before you think I'm giving the movie too much credit visually, there's some pretty nice use of lens flare and shadows throughout. This is not without a decent amount of style.
Lots of great music throughout, probably a little heavier on the rock side of things (psych rock jams, garage rock, funk rock, maybe a little doo wop), but my favourite bit of scoring has to be the fluttering synths in the first scene.
While I missed the knockoff Troy McClure shtick John Leslie was doing while hosting Ball Busters, Jill Ferrar is not without her charms and has some fun interplay with the crew. Also, unlike Leslie she doesn't try to push a heretofore unheard of definition of the title, so definitely wins some points there.
Now, as for whether this is any good: if you like the performers, I can report they are in fine form, and if you are not yet sold on any of them, a strong case is made for all. (MVP: Elle Rio, for the record.) There's enough variation in the premises of each segment, the energy level is consistently high, and the film is not without a good amount of humour (and doesn't feel mean spirited the way I've found De Renzy sometimes can be). I'm assuming Howard Hawks never saw this (because it was released after his passing, unless he came back a decade later like Bruce Lee was prophesied to in Ng See-Yuen's Bruce Lee: The Man, The Myth), but it meets his criteria for a good movie and then some.
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Hey I’d love to have a shipping with one of the lost boys if you don’t mind? <33
Any of the lost boys pretty please <33
My favorite animal is between a horse and a bat. Always have been since childhood ironically.
My music taste is glam metal/sleaze metal. Love hardcore music but I do love anything “spunky” and unique. Something that vibes with the soul.
I am a she/her and identify as female.
Appearance—I am short. Blonde. Big hair and green eyed. I have a midish size body. More smaller tbh. I usually have red painted nails. I am shaped like the letter P ngl—
What I wear— Always in something leather or rocker. I go between groupie x 80s church mom x trophy wife
Personality— I am very stern in my ways yet I like to baby whomever I care about. I can be a little out there but well rounded I assume. I do have a temper but I keep it on the down low. I care A LOT about my appearance and always need to be ready to go before I leave.
I desire a likeminded partner who’ll take me for me and someone whom I can trust whole heartedly and will always be there for me good or bad as I will be there for them :). Someone who won’t lie as well and can tell me the truth straight forward.
Hobbies— I like to draw and listen to music. I love driving my car— fast and blast music with the windows down at night. I love to play guitar but also love to lay in bed when I get the chance.
Thank you so so sooo very much and much love from auntvamp <333 🥹❤️
Omg ly too auntvamp! Of course I can give you a ship
THE LOST BOYS:
You and Paul will run Santa Carla! Paul loves Glam Rock and is always ready to listen/dance to spunky songs. Paul loves having someone who puts in just as much effort in her appearance as he does and will show you off to everyone. He is a ride or die so as soon as someone or something hurts you he does everything possible to fix the situation.
Paul absolutely loves being babied and even if he rolls his eyes sometimes, he knows ur being stern bc u want him to be safe. This man is a cuddle bug so expect him to cling to ur side the second ur in bed. Or he lays directly on top of you and tries to subtly watch ur face it’s so fucking obvious
I hc he has a guitar but gave up trying to learn how to play bc it was to much work, but if you’re teaching him then he does his absolute best to focus. He’s always been a motorcycle kinda guy but now loves riding in the car with you. His favorite music playing, his favorite girl driving, and both ur guys hair blowing all over the place.
He likes that he’s taller than you bc he can rest his head on yours in public
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Naughty in the water
Naughty in the water
Fandom: Ikemen Prince
Pairing: Luke Randolph x OC (Julie)
Prompt: July 27th Sneaking out of a pool party | Conjoined under the water & July 20th Nighttime skinny dipping | Forgetting a bathing suit
Part of Summer of Smut hosted by @voltage-vixen and @kissmetwicekissmedeadly
Tag: Body Worship Insecurity Reassurance Fluff Smut Minors DNI!!
Word Count: 2.181
Author’s Note: Thank you so much for the kawaii divider to my dear friend @atelieredux I love it so much 😍😍
Summer scorching heat drain energy of everyone in the palace, favouring the ever indolent youngest prince and his gracious wife, lucky for them he has a trick up his sleeve in the form of a secret place known only to him where a much needed bath indeed can refresh them from the insufferable heat, insecurities arises threatening to cast a shadow on their funny break only for him to brush it away with the sun of his love, that will make them enjoy their date showing off their love to one another in their special way. 😉
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It was a sunny day, summer shined on the Kingdom raising its usually mild temperatures, only shadows offered an ephemeral source of protection from the smoldering sun to every humans bold enough to squeeze under them along nosy people bickering and banting to not be left out from the the too little extension of the tree's foliage.
The palace was not immune to heat as servants and maids alike wandered near every window trying to catch on the feeble breeze coming from the garden, whereas the princes were trying with no much success to work through the massive pile of documents on their desks, jackets and cape forgotten in their bedroom for more simple and casual clothes such as shirts that by no way helped them cope with the heat any better than the palace staff.
Everyone was busy occupying their time doing something productive, well almost everyone if the youngest prince and his gracious bride did not flow into this scheme, the two lovebirds were actually sleazing around the palace library a book opened on the desk they would have faked to study wherever Sariel would have entered, luckily for them he was too busy to chase after their laziness and the few servants who sneaked in preferred not to disturb them any further seeing how engrossed in reading they were while he snoozed behind a book waking up from his nap only from the fit of giggle coming from her lips.
Slumped on the table she brushed absently her fingers over his hand
"If only we could be able to take a bath this heat will be a little less insufferable." she sighed softly with a light frown on her lips
a playful smile appeared on his lips as he looked at her
“Julie.”
“Yes ?”
“I might know the right place for that.” a mischievous glimpse in his eyes he smirked seductively at her making her blush as her heart beat loudly reminding her he was no more the boy she grew up with but a stunning sturdy man capable to seduce and charm everyone he wanted with little effort
“Please show me, hotness is unbearable today.”
“Your wishes are orders my princess.” he declared his voice husky as he murmured “Follow me.” a promise of a deliciously forbidden temptation, sneaking away from duty and off to more pleasant activity he took her hand as they slide out from the palace and into the forest, walking hand in hand giggling like children doing a naughty deed, until they reached an huge lake embedded in its core soft waves crashed on its borders provoked by the light wind rippling the plain surface of the clear water shining brightly in the morning sun.
The place was astounding as the atmosphere seemed to invite him to take a bath to shelter and refresh them from the summer heat, yet caught in haste they forgot something pretty important.
“Do you like it ?” he asked softly hugging her from behind nuzzling his face into her neck making her giggle
“I adore it.” she confessed smiling, tenderness curling his lips as he left a soft kiss on her neck she laughed
“I love you so much my little, I want to spoil you rotten only to see you smile.”
she leaned her head on his back looking up at him
“I love you too my bear.”
his arms tighten around her as he planted a soft kiss on her hair conveying all the love and devotion rooted in his heart only for her.
“This is such a nice place for a fresh break. Is it not ?”
she could not help but sigh dreamily
“I could not agree more.” she was blissfully foretelling all the fun they would have had away from the heat when suddenly a thought crossed her mind as she exclaimed
“Wait, we do not have swimming suits.”
“I know but we can still take a bath.”
“With which clothes.” she trailed off blushing madly at his implication
He smirked maliciously at her
“We do not need them.” his voice sultry he caressed her lips with his thumb seeing her cheeks so deliciously flushed as her luscious red lips were begging him to kiss them over and over again until becoming swollen, shyly she went to cover her body with her arms looking shyly up at him
“For as much as I love swimming I doubt my body is such a nice view for you.” she sighed softly
“I am no such beauty,” a forlorn smile on her lips she let her misty eyes wander on the grass, he felt his heart clench painfully at the idea she thought so low of herself for him she was nothing but a goddess on earth the only one who captured his heart with her kindness, that he loved since childhood and to whom he sweared unbending loyalty and devotion for eternity, the only one who makes him feel appreciated and seen like he has never been before.
He cradled her face into his rough palms raising her face looking straight into her eyes with so much tenderness she could not help but smile feeling the warmth of his love filled words sweep away her anxiety
“You are so beautiful my little princess.” his finger brushed on her cheek, his voice low and sultry fan on her lips as he gazed at her “You may not gonna believe me but you are such a sight to look at.” he growled lightly before pulling away slowly “You are a blessing for sore eyes. Trust me you really are. You are so wonderful and sexy.” he sighed “Your body is so…” he let his hand softly brush over her breast hearing her gasp
“Beautiful, I do not wanna anyone else to see you like that.” he growled lightly a glimpse of emerald flickered in his eyes a peek of the beast his love filled lust awoke in him, sending a pang of need straight to her core, his tone husky and low as he continued praising her
“So voluptuous I can not help but ... desire to show you my love with my entire body anytime I look at you.” he bite his bottom lip “I wanna spoil you in every way possible I wanna see you smile for you are the Queen of my heart, the one and only I have and always will love.”
softly he melted his lips on her before slowly pulling away she whispered few inches from his lips, her smile so bright to put the sun itself to shame as she spoke
“Do you really think that ?”
“Doubt of everything but believe me when I said that I am ready to abandon everything to be with you, you are my little princess and I will always adore you with all my being.”
seeing her smile sighing in relief her cheeks reddened softly as he leaned closer whispering sultry in her ear
“Care to join me for a bath ?”
she nodded lightly, he wasted no time undressing her between fervent kisses, her fingers fumbled with his buttons taking his shirt off before sliding to tug at his pants, reluctantly he pulled away unbuckling his belt and throwing his pants along her clothes near a bush, once they were both naked he took her in his arms slowly sinking in the warm water of the lake.
Once they were fully immersed in the freshwater of the lake he leaned over caging her with his arms against the border of the lake
“It seem we could continue where we left off.” he looked at her smirking seductively sliding unperceivably closer to her
“W-we can not.” she stammered blushing madly covering her breast with her arms
“Why not ?” he whispered suggestively brushing his finger on her lips
“They will discover us.” shyly she looked at him
“Who ?” slowly he hugged her murmuring softly in her ear
“We are far away from the castle. No one knows this place but me.”
She nuzzled into his chest hiding her blush feeling his hard manhood brush against her tummy as he spoke
“But if you want me to stop please tell me.” gently he cradled her face into his hands smiling gently
“Please continue.” she bit her lip feeling heat rise on her cheeks now red like a fully mature strawberry, his voice husky and sultry stirred something in her as a pang of needs went straight to her throbbing core while he leaned over murmuring few inches from her lips
“As my princess wishes.” sensually he caressed her lips before pulling her into a passionate kiss, twisting his tongue with hers he raised her above the water enough to slide into her swallowing her whimper, breathlessly they pulled away smirking playfully as she gripped his shoulder moaning softly with every thrust of his hips feeling his strong hands move her at his own pace.
The lewd sound of the splashing water covered their needy moans of pleasure resonating in the still air of the forest, a passionate melody of love they sang only for one another in that naughty spectacle only for the animals to witness.
He groaned softly as her fingers dived into his hair while his lips nibbled hungrily on her neck enough to leave little love bites on her pale complexion but not enough to hurt her, merely showing off who she belonged to, underlining better to everyone the consequence they would have met along the cutting edge of his sword if they dared to lay a finger on her or made her feel even an inch lower of what she was for him, his Queen Goddess of his heart no one should have ever felt bold enough to disrespect.
Her nails clawed his back desperately trying to steady herself with him using his body as she pleased like an anchor amidst the storm as waves of pleasure washed over her body, while his fingers slide between their bodies to massage her clit making her mewl softly as his finger skillfully worked their magic on her, enveloping her in so much pleasure she could not help but moan his name at the top of her lungs for every aster in the sky to hear as she threw her head back arching her hips against his, feeling his strong hand keeping her close to him as she hooked them behind his muscular torso, his hips pushing feverishly into her, he gritted his teeth focusing on her pleasure desiring nothing more than to feel her walls clamping down on him covering his member in her sweet juice claiming him as hers, amidst bliss her lips brushed over his in a soft tender kiss to convey all the love harbored in her heart only for him before slowly pulling away letting her voice professing her affection in sweet whimpers of his name felling out from her rosy lips while her finger tugged into his hair keeping him close as she came undone for him moaning softly at the sensation of his warm seed pouring generously into her, flooding her walls with his essence claiming her as his undeniable proof of the love filled lust he felt for her, bathing in the afterglow of the blazing fire of passion enveloping them together in their own little world.
She nuzzled into his brawny chest smiling contently feeling safe and protected with him her ever loyal personal knight, a strong and sweet bear always ready to bare his fangs at everyone shielding her with his sturdy body any time she came to him, she could only hope for him to feel loved and cherished as much as he make her feel all her affection poured into a tender kiss she placed on his heart making him melt he tighten his arms around her kissing reverently her forehead murmuring softly
“I love you so much my little.”
“I love you too, my soft big bear.” gently he cradled her face on his hand brushing his lips softly over hers seeing her smile brightly as the warm sun shining on the lake.
She shuddered lightly as a frizzy breeze swept over them, seeing her adorably cocooned in his arm he smiled affectionately after seeing her cling to him like she always did making him feel needed and loved as never before, wasting no time he took off his coat from the grass circling her back with it, a dreamy sigh escaped her lips as he adjusted his grip on her waist while she curled herself on his chest smiling blissfully at him while he kissed softly her hair making her giggle.
They stayed there all afternoon swimming and laughing until sun set when they could admire all the stars in the sky, coming back to the castle only after all lights were already off not wanting anyone to spoil the day they continued to enjoy in their shared bedroom with so much passion to make everyone aware of how much they loved each other until morning.
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