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geeky-politics-46 · 7 months

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Kinktober 2023 - Day 6

Sex Tape with Doctor Stephen Strange

"A Picture Is Worth 1000 Words"

Smut - Explicit content - NSFW - 18+ only!

Summary: You are feeling self-concious & down on your appearance, but Stephen has an unconventional idea of how to make you realize how sexy & beautiful you really are.

Warnings: Smut (NSFW) - 18+ ONLY - body image issues, voyeurism & exhibitionism via photo & video, dirty talk, swearing, pet names, oral sex, creampie, vaginal sex, slight daddy kink, a bit of fluff & a little angst.

You weren't even sure what had triggered your self-image issues at the moment. Honest to God, you were just sitting in bed watching a YouTube video, pursuing the sidebar recommended videos when you started comparing yourself to other people.

It didn't matter if it was just a random ad or a promo for a TV show. You started sizing yourself up to all the actresses, models, and even some normal people. No matter who it was, you felt you couldn't compare.

Your stomach was too big. Your butt was too small. You were too short. Too plain looking. Hell, sometimes you weren't even sure how you compared to average. You didn't think you were hideous, but you forever felt like the ugly duckling. Like the potential to be beautiful was there. It just never blossomed. Or, like you sabotaged being pretty by not having enough restraint to eat better or lose weight.

For once in your life, you wanted to be the bombshell. You were too weird to be the girl next door. You always fell into the quirky/cute and funny category. People fell for you once they got to know your personality, but you knew that never once had you stopped a guy dead in his tracks across the room.

In an effort to make yourself feel smaller, you dug around for your massive old sweatshirt. The one you wore whenever you were feeling sad. The material had piled up in places, and it was starting to get holes in others, but the super stretchy material still felt just as big and cozy as if it was brand new. The dark eggplant purple color was also somehow soothing compared to the mostly blacks and grays of your daily wardrobe.

You had settled back in, deep in your own thoughts, when your partner entered the bedroom. You had been with Doctor Stephen Strange for a while now. Long enough that you had more or less informally moved into the Sanctum. You got to spend more time with Stephen and didn't have to pay rent. It was a win-win. The only downside was that you couldn't hide from him when your inner demons reared up.

You didn't even realize he had been talking to you as he changed out of his sorcerer's robes and into his sweats for bed. It wasn't until he sat down in front of you and lifted your chin up to look directly at him that you realized you weren't paying any attention to a thing he was saying.

"What's wrong, sweetie?"

You hated the genuine concern on his face. He spent his days literally saving the universe, and here you were trapped inside your own spiraling thoughts.

"Nothing is wrong."

You said it while staring down at your hands. You were never good at hiding things from Stephen when you were face to face.

"Even if I wasn't a brilliant doctor, MD, and PhD, I know that's your 'I'm sad' sweatshirt. So something is definitely wrong."

You closed your eyes and shook your head, trying to jiggle loose the thoughts that were waying you down. Not wanting to waste Stephen's time with your shallow worries. Yeah, he was your boyfriend, but he had plenty more vastly important things to do than talk you off a self-image cliff.

"It's stupid, Stephen."

"Don't care. You've listened to me say stupid stuff plenty of times. This just makes us one closer to even."

You rolled your eyes at him, and you knew he wasn't about to give up. Stephen was the most stubborn person you had ever met. In fact, his stubbornness was part of why he pursued you for so long before you finally agreed to go out with him. If he was set on finding out what was bothering you, nothing would stop him until you told him.

So after another moment of trying to get him off the topic, you finally relented and told him what had you feeling down. Shrinking down farther into your sweatshirt as you spoke, fumbling for the right words. Letting the cozy fabric serve as its own kind of armor.

"I don't even know what got me thinking it, but I'm just feeling down on myself. That there just isn't anything about me physically that is special. I don't think I'm ugly, I just don't get why you bothered to even give me a second glance. Let alone what keeps you interested. You are the great Doctor Strange. You are so hot, Stephen, and I'm just me. I'm just plain. I'm chubby with stretch marks. You are gorgeous. You could literally be with the most beautiful women in the world."

You could see him almost flinch when you called yourself plain and that you doubted how enamored he was with you. Even if he knew it was only a passing thought, he never wanted you to question his love for you. Ever.

When it took a few moments for him to say anything in response, you immediately started to take it all back. Not wanting to drag him down into your funk with you.

"See, I shouldn't have said anything, I'm just having a bad night and -"

Stephen cut you off with a passionate kiss. The kind of kiss that could make you forget your own name. Cupping your face in both of his hands before pulling away from your lips to place several more small kisses on your forehead and in your hairline. Gradually adjusting so he could pull you closer and wrap his arms tighter around you.

"First of all, I love you so much you don't even know. So don't think for one second I would rather be with anyone else. Second of all, I know that you don't necessarily see what I see when you look in the mirror, and you don't even have to believe me, but you are gorgeous. Do you not see that half the other guys practically trail you around like puppies? Rogers turns bright red when you smile at him, and it's a wonder Barnes and Wilson haven't followed you home like strays yet."

That made you laugh. You did know Steve had harbored a crush on you before you started dating Stephen. Tony had let that spill one night after a party. Both Sam and Bucky were such flirts all the time with everyone. Of course, they always acted sweet on you. You assumed it was just them or their way of being nice. You would have to pay better attention next time you saw them, though. Just to see.

"If one of them does follow me home, can I keep him?"

You squinted your eyes and pouted your lips at Stephen. You loved giving him a hard time, and he loved giving you one right back.

"Absolutely not. Even if they scratch and howl at the door all night long. I'm the only one who gets to keep strays, and that only applies to America. On a good day, maybe Parker."

You giggled and shook your head in agreement. America was definitely a great addition to your little family. It did lift your spirits a little thinking about all of that, but it still didn't leave you feeling better about yourself.

Stephen could see the way you were picking at the skin on your hands. Like you were trying to pick away the self-consciousness or what you felt were imperfections. It was a habit he noticed you fell into when you were extra hard on yourself. So, in an effort to distract you and stop you from picking at your skin, he took one of your hands in both of his.

"Do you remember the day you held my hand the first time? Do you have any idea how terrified I was? I was terrified that you were suddenly going to realize how broken and ugly my hands are. How damaged I am, and realize just how below your own league you were dating. Still are, by the way, so maybe I shouldn't say anything. You are the sexiest most beautiful woman I have ever met, inside and out. Every inch of you is incredible and perfect to me. I thought that before you even said a word to me, and getting to know you, and falling in love with you has only made me more sure. There is no one in this universe I could ever find sexier or more special."

"Tell you what, I have an idea..."

Stephen stood up from the bed, moving over to shut the bedroom door. Throwing the lock, too. Now that you had a teenager running about the Sanctum, it was better safe than sorry. Then, he pulled his phone from his pocket. Setting it on airplane mode as he walked back over to you.

"How about I show you what I see? Give you some actual physical proof of how beautiful you are? A picture is worth a thousand words. I imagine some more revealing, naughty photos would be worth even more."

You chuffed at him and raised a questioning brow at his suggestion.

"Stephen, are you seriously suggesting that I let you take naked photos of me as a way of making me feel better about myself? Are you sure that isn't just gonna make you feel better?"

His signature cheeky grin was plastered on his face, and his bright blue eyes were twinkling with mischief.

"Can't it do both? Besides, you know I've asked before for something I can enjoy when I can't have you with me, and I think you look perfect right now. Already in our bed. Already cozy and dressed for bed. Few layers to take off. This is the you I want to see when I'm not here with you."

He came over to where you were still sitting on the bed. An extra swagger in his step and a grin because of the blush you were now sporting. He started to pull teasingly at the hem of your sweatshirt with the hand he didn't have his phone in.

"Come on, take this off. I want you to see how sexy you are. I promise I will let you delete them if you want, although I certainly wouldn't mind keeping a couple for myself, but I want you to see how you look when it's just you and me. Right here, in this bed. The version of you that only I get to see, at least I do hope it's only me. A woman who puts all those supermodels and Playmates to shame. Even first thing in the morning. A goddess if one ever existed, even with bedhead and morning breath."

Layer by layer, you let Stephen slowly strip off your clothes and arrange you on the bed. His fingers and lips adoring every new inch of skin that he exposed before proceeding to take picture after picture. Lovingly caressing every spot you deemed less than perfect. Letting him talk you through pose after pose. Some were simple and basic, normal poses. Some a bit more sultry with little left to imagine. The less clothing remained, the more bold he got with your poses.

As your impromptu photoshoot went on, he also tried to distract you from feeling self-conscious about your body coming into view. Sometimes, by making you laugh. Sometimes, by getting a goofy look on his face as he just kind of stared at you. Almost awestruck.

"You really have no idea how much I fantasize about you, do you? How much of my day I spend trying not to think about you? How when we first started dating, I felt like a teenager trying to control his raging hormones because all I could think of was this. What it would be like if I got the privilege to get this beautiful, incredible woman naked in my bed. That I swore if I got you here, I would never let you leave. I hate that someone ever made you feel like you are anything less than gorgeous, whether in your ratty sad sweatshirt or all dressed up. Although, this, no clothes at all, is definitely my personal favorite."

You tried not to tear up at his genuine sweetness. You could feel your cheeks blushing at his statement, too. You buried your face into the pillow you were holding before softly turning and peeking out at him from the side. Only to find him waiting for the moment you locked eyes with him to take a photo.

In a sudden burst of confidence, you bit your bottom lip and rolled onto your back. Letting the entirety of your body be on display. Laying back and resting your head on the pillow and stretching your arms up overhead, your legs spreading on their own. You closed your eyes and arched your back as you inhaled deeply. Like you were a cat basking in the warmth of the sun.

Your mind was completely clear of all thought until you heard a stuttered breath from your lover. It was a sound you had never heard Stephen make before. It sounded like he was looking at a priceless piece of art or one of the seven wonders. He sounded like he was in awe. Like he was in awe at the sight of your body and your beauty.

You were about to dismiss his, what you were sure had to be, over embellished praise, but then you opened your eyes. You were rendered speechless by the look of utter wonder on his face as he let his cerulean blue eyes wash over every inch of you. For possibly the first time, you saw him really seeing you, and it melted any remaining self-doubt you had in that moment.

You immediately reached out to pull Stephen to you. Wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him sweetly. Rubbing your nose against his and whispering loving thanks against his lips.

"Thank you, Stephen. I love you, and even though I don't necessarily see what you see, you always make me feel beautiful. Why don't we take a few pictures together, or maybe a video or two? Maybe I want something for when you aren't here too."

Stephen's eyes darkened at the suggestion. You had your suspicion that Stephen had a bit of an exhibition kink. You had sent each other pics before, a short video clip or two, and sexted all the time. You knew the idea of filming the two of you fucking would intrigue him. A wicked smile found it's way to his face.

"Oh sweetheart, you have no idea how many times I've thought of you asking that or that I've thought of asking. Are you really okay with filming us fucking? Of course it's just for the two of us. Sorcerer's honor. "

Stephen started trying to fiddle with the phone, trying to figure out the best way to set it up to film the two of you. Finding it hard to concentrate after you started leaving kisses on his neck. Stopping to bite and suck at the spot just below his earlobe before continuing to whisper his darkest desires in his ear.

"Well, Stephen, actually the idea does get me a little hot. Maybe if the video turns out really good, a few seconds or minutes can get leaked to a naughty site or two. Anonymously, of course. I don't want to share you with any other woman, but I wouldn't mind showing off all the ways I worship you. Let everyone see how lucky I am. Maybe get some outside opinions of how we look together."

Stephen's eyes practically rolled back in his head at the thought. He never would suggest it himself, but he kind of loved the sound of that. Of the world getting to see how good the two of you looked together. Of seeing how well you both fit together. How your bodies were made for each other.

He scrambled off the bed using the pile of books on the dresser to create a tripod to set up the phone. Hitting record and making sure the bed was centered in the frame before coming back to join you in the sheets again. He used his magic to strip himself of his clothes. If you two were going to make a sex tape, he was gonna put some extra showmanship in it.

You couldn't help but giggle as you reach your arms out towards him. Stepben didn't waste a minute before he started crawling up your body. Teasing and nipping at your bare skin and making sure to snuggle and rub his goatee against you. Your hands immediately grabbed in his dark brown hair, loving how soft and full it felt in your fingers.

As your lips connected, you both groaned in pleasure. Your bodies grinding and rubbing. Letting your hands roam all over Stephen's body now that you had plenty of him to touch. You could feel Stephen's cock already erect between you. Truth be told, taking those photos of you had essentially acted as foreplay for him. He was ready to go by the time he was setting up the camera.

You moaned when you felt his hard shaft slide against the crease of your hip, so close to your sex that was starting to ache for him. Your legs reflexively spread even more on the large bed, and your nails scraped down Stephen's sides.

"Is there something you want, baby? Tell Daddy what you need."

A sly smile on his face as he spoke. Loud enough to make sure the camera heard. Descending back on you and starting to kiss your neck. Sucking a patch or skin into his mouth hard enough to ensure you would bear a mark the next day.

Your brain finally coming back into focus when he playfully bit the same sensitive spot. His bright blue eyes met yours, and he gave you a cheeky wink.

"Come on, pretty baby. Don't get all shy on me now. Not after you let me take all those naughty pictures of you. Plus, this part was your idea, after all. So you better speak up."

A soft groan pulled from your throat as you arched your back and ran your hands up his strong arms. Letting your fingernails scrape along his shoulders. Leaving little red scratches marking him as yours.

"Want you, Stephen. Want you to fuck me. Pretty please, Stephen. Fuck me like only you can, baby."

He rewarded you with a deep kiss, letting his teeth nip at your bottom lip before he started working his way down your neck. Stopping to whisper a "that's my good girl" in your ear before continuing down to your collarbones. Raising his voice once again so it would be audible on the video when he started speaking again.

"You know you are the only one I want to fuck right? This is the only body that gets me this fucking hard. Your's is the only pretty little pussy I dream about filling up every chance I get. Want you full of my cum all the time. Want everyone to know you're mine."

You felt over the moon as Stephen started to kiss his way down your body. Stopping and spending a little bit of extra attention every time he hit a spot that elicited a gasp or moan. Making you arch your back to give him access to every inch of bare skin you could.

He momentarily popped back up to kiss your lips. Suddenly taking your hand in his and lowering it so you were cupping his hard length. Letting his hips rut forward as you started to eagerly massage his hard cock. Already moving to sit up, anticipating taking him in your mouth, only for him to push you back down on the bed.

"Nope, I'm not done with you, baby, lay back. Just wanted you to feel how hard you got me. Feel how much taking those naughty photos of you turned me on? And they are all mine to enjoy, just like my cock is all yours to enjoy."

With that, he promptly began working his way back down your body. Coming to rest between your thighs, pulling your legs up over his shoulders. Leaving small nips on the sensitive flesh of your inner thigh and rubbing his facial hair against your skin to tease you.

A soft "Stephen, please!" escaped from your lips as you impatiently waited for his lips and tongue to work their magic on you. Feeling your hips thrust on their own when you felt him blow against your wet cunt. Making your sex flutter and clench. One of his favorite sights.

"Make sure you don't hold back any of those pretty noises darling, want to make sure everyone can hear. Look at the camera as I eat you out, baby."

You followed his instructions and let your head turn to the side. Keeping your eyes open as you stared into the lens. Trying to fight the inkling of self-consciousness tugging at the back of your mind.

Those thoughts vanished completely the moment you felt Stephen's warm tongue make its first pass through your folds. All you could focus on was the feeling of his mouth on you. The scratch of his goatee against your most sensitive spots. He was taking his time. Lavishing your cunt with long licks and sucking kisses.

Stephen was a perfectionist, and that translated into every aspect of his life. Including sex. His photographic memory helping to make sure he knew exactly what way to lick and suck at your pussy to bring you to climax in record time. Only using his fingers on occasion. He could get you there with his mouth alone. Tonight was clearly going to be one of those nights.

Your back arched as he suckled on your clit. Keeping your gaze locked on the camera lens. Making sure to give Stephen the sights and sounds he wanted for your video. A long moan falling when you felt his tongue thrusting in and out of you. Hitching your legs up higher and farther apart so he could go deeper while letting your hips start to rut against his face.

As soon as he could feel you getting close to orgasm, Stephen pulled away and pounced on you once again. Wasting no time before he started to slowly thrust his hard cock into you. His lips biting at your neck.

He growled when you whimpered at the feeling of his cock bottoming out inside you. Holding perfectly still and letting you start to squirm beneath him. Wanting you to beg him to move.

"Tell me what you want. Want you to say it again. Say it to the camera, sweetheart. Tell them why you're whimpering."

Your face now contorted into a pout as you tried so hard to get any sort of friction. Stephen's hips pushed flush to yours, holding you firmly in place.

"Want you to fuck me, Stephen. Need you to fuck me hard. Make me feel good, daddy. Please make me cum. Please."

He smiled and kissed you deeply. Bringing his hands to cup your face and giving you another moment of sweet intimacy before he gave you what you wanted. Pulling away and pulling your legs up over his shoulders. Scooting you just a little so the camera would be able to see his cock stretching and filling you. Once he had you right where he wanted you he began thrusting.

"You asked for it, sweetheart. You turn me on so fucking much. This is just gonna be the first time I make you cum tonight. I'm not gonna stop until you feel like a goddess. My goddess."

You reached up to intertwine you fingers with his as he started fucking you harder. Leaning forward so your ass was slightly lifted up off of the bed and his tip was pummeling that sweet spongy spot on your front wall. Making you clench around him each time he hit it. Your voice coming out in little squeaks and the sound of skin slapping punctuating Stephen's movements.

You could already feel your orgasm building when Stephen moved to bring one hand down to begin rubbing at your clit. Pulling his cock out long enough to smear some of your wetness on the swollen bundle of nerves. Your cunt immediately clenching around him as he started tracing small circles there with his thumb.

"That's it, my love. Can feel you getting close. You better cum soon because I'm not gonna be able to hold on much longer. Wanna fill you up every day. Mark you as mine. Inside and out. Fuck, baby, I'm gonna cum."

Stephen's own dirty talk getting the best of him. His head dropping down to watch his cock slamming in and out of your drenched cunt. Your pussy gripping tight around him sending him over the edge. His thrusts getting faster and his fingers on your clit mirroring his hips.

He let out a deep groan as he started cumming inside you. The feeling of his warm thick cum filling you triggering your own orgasm. Your cunt drenching his cock and his cum filling you completely. Your moans mingling in harmony with Stephen's. Your hands that were still clasped gripping each other tighter.

Stephen's body falling onto yours and your lips meeting for slow, sweet kisses as your highs continued to ebb and flow. The sensations slowly fading as you came back down together. The feeling of Stephen's weight on top of you lulling you closer to sleep. All worries and neuroses disappearing and receding back into the depths of your mind.

You were with Stephen, and Stephen loved you exactly as you were. He only had eyes for you, and he would love you no matter what. Even on days when you couldn't see your beauty, you knew he would help you to see it. Even when you didn't love yourself, he would give you enough love for both of you.

Eventually, Stephen rolled to the side and pulled you with him. Settling you under the covers and holding you close. Pressing kisses all over your face as you floated in the twilight space between waking and sleep. Not moving or pulling away until your breath settled into a steady rhythm that told him you were close to sleep.

Then Stephen stood up and went over to the phone. Stopping the recording and bringing the phone back over to the bed. Setting it down on his nightstand and purposely not setting his usual morning alarm. He wanted to sleep in with you tomorrow. He would deal with Wong later.

You were too exhausted to review the products of your photoshoot right now, but the next time you were feeling down or self-conscious, Stephen would be ready to show you just how beautiful you really were. If you still didn't believe him, maybe he would bring up the idea of an outside opinion like you suggested. You would have the world drooling over you, and he would get to gloat that you were all his.

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captainofthedauntless · 3 days

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Integration

Bayverse Donatello x Reader imagine

Info + Warnings: Donatello finds himself all over your life. No gendered language, pronouns, or Y.N used for Reader, but they use Spotify. Friends-to-lovers type beat. Set a few years after OOTS.

Commentary: While it's not strictly necessary reading, this is the sequel to Glow in the Dark, and is set to this playlist.

Donatello has always prided himself on his observational skills.

He notices things other people don't. He recognizes patterns, he collects data, he observes.

It's why Leo turns to him first for mission analysis.

It's why April sends him documents to proof-read.

It's how he fixes codes that refuse to work and reverse engineers biological weapons and is able to turn scraps into functioning gear.

He sees.

Especially when he's already interested in what he's looking at.

Which is why, in the middle of the night, he glances at your activity in his Spotify sidebar.

It's just in his nature.

He does it every now and again- well, okay, every time he opens Spotify- and it's become a bit of a game for him, to try and hone in on your music taste and then casually send you very casually considered recommendations.

He's the most casual turtle alive, everyone knows that.

Sometimes, he spots you playing a song he's given you, and he gets a dorky little smile on his face as he alt-tabs his way back to work.

This time, it's a song he'd given you months back- StarWaves, off of the Oblivion soundtrack, by M83- and just as his lips quirk up and his fingers find his keyboard, he notices something else.

Just below the song, he spots the playlist title.

It's a purple heart emoji.

He hesitates, hand over keys, eyes lingering on his screen.

His timing is fantastic, because the song changes. Little Dark Age by MGMT, which he'd sent you when he last updated the surveillance system- still on purple heart emoji.

This is why science is such a comfort to him- it ties all of those constant observations to something concrete, makes them matter. Observation alone means nothing; study gives him structure.

This means nothing.

But further study- tabbing back and forth between his latest project and Spotify every three-or-so minutes, noting song after song that he remembers giving you- suggests that the purple heart emoji means him.

It makes his heart do something dizzy in his chest, to think that you've tucked his suggestions somewhere safe. That you've taken them with open hands and set them in a display case.

That you make use of them.

It's not even a week later when you come into the lair with a smile and your computer bag over your shoulders and bags of take out in your hands. You set your phone and keys on his desk, both tangled in your headphones, and head off to dole out food, and he can hear a Phantogram song heavy in the earbuds.

Another one of his, he notes happily.

You come back a few minutes later, a tired and amused expression on your face as you offer him his food.

"I take it Mikey found you," Donnie says in wry, fond amusement, and he's rewarded by a little snort of laughter.

"He did," You respond, setting your own food on the desk- next to your things- and shimmying your bag off your shoulder. "I swear, it's like you all let that guy starve when I'm not here."

"He does a lot of things when you're not here. Starve is not one of them."

He almost misses your response- "Tell that to him, he nearly tackled me for his lo mein!"- because something green catches the light of his computer and, in turn, catches his eye.

It's a little piece of circuit board.

One you'd helped him pull out of a haul of scrap tech, and once he'd deemed that piece useless you'd made a joke about it making a cute keychain.

He'd taken an old soldering iron and melted a hole in the corner, threading a keyring through it, and passed it to you before you left.

It was mostly a joke. You'd been joking. He'd just tapped in and taken the bit to the next level.

And the joke was somehow still in one piece, hanging off your computer bag.

It makes his heart do something fluttery in his chest, to think that you carried that silly (warm, safe, delightful) memory around with you.

It's nearly two weeks after that when he climbs in your window in the early part of the night, a little earlier than he should probably be out, with a bag of snacks hanging from his elbow.

You're in front of your TV, flicking through movie options, and he intentionally scuffs his shoe in the doorway to make sure you know he's there.

He somehow still isn't prepared for the way you tilt your head back to smile at him in greeting.

"I know it's kinda warm out, but I made hot cocoa," You say sweetly. "I got marshmallows on sale, so..."

"I brought those chips you like," He responds, slipping the bag to his palm and holding it up as though you can see through it.

"You're the best!" You chirp, slipping off the couch and leading him to the kitchen.

You already have two mugs set out, filled to the brim with marshmallows- he assumes there's cocoa beneath them somewhere, but has little proof from just looking at them.

One mug is your favorite, the one you've been using as long as he's known you.

The other is new.

It's dark purple and large, with an oversized handle. About the same size as the one he probably left on his desk when he left the lair. Large enough to comfortably fit his hand, he suspects.

It nearly stops him in his tracks.

"What is it?" You ask.

"Is this new?" He asks in place of an answer, nodding at the drinks.

"The mug?" You're using that carefully nonchalant voice you use whenever you do something nice. The one that usually obscures a lot of time and effort. "Yeah, found it at that antiques place I told you about. The one with the iron giraffe by the door?"

He remembers.

"It's- pretty," He says haltingly, trying to keep himself in a logical, reasonable headspace.

It isn't a big deal. It's a mug.

(It feels big. Feels huge. Feels like he's going to suddenly collapse under his own emotional weight and leave a black hole in your kitchen where he had been.)

(It's you adapting to his- and his brothers', he reminds himself sharply, trying to stay in the realm of reasonable and unimpacted- quirks and needs. It's you accommodating him in your own home. It's his color. He thinks his unwieldy feelings for you grow a size right here, standing in your kitchen.)

"I thought so," You agree lightly, your back to him as you grab bowls. "Thought you might like it. Thought maybe it would be nice to have one here. For you."

Reasonable is rapidly becoming less and less realistic as his heart skips a beat. There's weight in your words, despite your best efforts- he's more sure than ever than you'd set out to find this mug, that this had been a mission for you.

You never act this casually about something you're actually casual about.

"Vank- er, very nice," He stumbles over his words, slowing down to enunciate. "Thank you."

You shrug, turning to him with the bowls, eyes trained on them. "Since I like having you here, might as well, like, make it easier for you, huh?"

He's glad, in a way, that he's green. When he blushes, it's a lot more subtle on him than it is on somebody like Casey.

(He hopes you're not feeling particularly observant.)

"Being here is easy," He says quickly, a confession he hadn't really meant to make.

It's simultaneously huge and just-the-surface.

Being around you is easy.

You look up now, eyes meeting his with a searching look, and you smile. "I'm glad," You say, that weight still in your voice, some extra, unknown thing just beyond his ability to figure out. Then it shifts, and you're more smirking than smiling, and the air shifts from uncertain warmth to a familiar playfulness. "That means you can easily pick a movie. I'm sick of looking."

He stays long after the credits roll, listening as you look up tidbits about the movie and the cast and how the effects were done. He's on your couch, one leg crossed beneath the other as he angles his body to you and rests an arm over the back (staying very carefully on his side, thank you).

He chimes in as you read out trivia ("I'm pretty sure that should be lucis, but my Latin's a little rusty." "You're right, according to this. Wonder if that was an error or a stylistic choice?") and laughs as you stop mid-sentence to re-read twice because something is so littered with typos that you can't immediately tell what it's saying.

Neither of you look at the clock.

You finish the chips he brought, and you make popcorn, and the two of you finish that, too.

The movie trivia gives way to a story about your friend's dog, and the laughter from that flows into him telling a similar story about Mikey as a child- because apparently, chewing on skateboards is a more common behavior than he'd thought- which shifts into you showing him the meme Mikey had sent you earlier in the day.

Mikey'd sent it to him, too, but he didn't mention it. He let himself lean into your bubble to half-look at your phone, just to be near you.

When he finally gets home- late, very late, the sun's already planning its ascent- he's grateful that everyone seems to be asleep.

Until he hears a throat clear behind him and he winces.

"Hi, Donnie," Leo says, knowing and smug and making Donnie stifle a groan.

Leo asks how you are.

"Good," He says simply, turning and holding his oldest brother's gaze. "We had lots to catch up on."

"Clearly," Leo says, a clear undertone of teasing.

Donnie resists the urge to roll his eyes.

"I'm glad you had a good time," Leo says, teasing fading from his voice, leaving an earnest tone in its place as he bumps a fist into Donnie's shoulder. "Just let me know next time movie night turns four movies long, yeah? Keeping your dinner safe from Mikey isn't my idea of a good time."

Don can feel the blood in his cheeks again. He hadn't meant to stay so long- disrupting your sleep schedule isn't his idea of a good time- but it just... was easy. "Yeah. Will do."

Leo nods and smiles and takes his mug- strong green tea, if Don's nose is to be believed- towards his room.

Donatello exhales softly. He'd expected worse-

"Oh, Donnie," Leo calls playfully, "Mike's come up with several new songs including "k-i-s-s-i-n-g", so I'd brace myself for a musical breakfast."

This time, Donnie does groan, not bothering to respond as Leo chuckles and leaves.

He eats the dinner Leo'd kept guarded- pasta with meatballs, cold, because Donnie thinks that if the microwave wakes either of his other brothers and he has to deal with them before he sleeps he's going to ask you if he can just live on your couch- before shuffling into his lab and flopping into the chair at his workbench.

He leans back into the chair, stretching his neck out with a soft groan before his eyes land on the little glass sun hanging above him.

He watches it for a moment, a soft smile creeping onto his face.

Then he stretches out- too lazy, too tired to get up- and flicks the lights off.

The sun glows, and it looks almost as bright as his heart feels, and he feels himself sink fully into the chair and memories of you and the unwieldy, bright feelings you spark in his chest.

After a few minutes in comfortable, sweet silence, he shifts forwards and boots his computer up.

Just for some music.

Work will have to wait until he gets some sleep. You'd be livid if he jumps in now.

He pulls up Spotify and his eyes go to the sidebar out of muscle memory more than conscious effort.

Your username is the first on the list, right above a purple heart.

He lets out a little laugh, a you-shaped feeling turning bubbly and warm behind his ribs.

Deciding you have the right idea, he pulls up Random Access Memories and hits play on his favorite track, letting the bass softly fill the room and enjoying the feeling of it beneath his fingers as he quickly types out the few ideas he'd had while at your place.

He's asleep before the song ends, face buried in his forearms on the desk.

#tmnt x reader #tmnt imagine #donatello #donatello x reader #x reader #tmnt 2014 x reader #2014 #bayverse x reader #*writing

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neverchecking · 10 months

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Hi I am 🪷 Aron from couldninetonine

And I have a request for you if it ok.

Can I request yandere platonic sage , sky, time, warrior, four x child zoni reader.

Like the reader is rauru and queen Soni little baby half breed daughter. Half elf and half zoni. And they found her in her little bubble pod that a flower a lotus. And how they fell for her big doe eyes and big ears. And teaching her the ways and have her call them papa's and how they keep her safe. Please and thank you

omg hi! I love cloudninetonine! It is totally okay to request!

I haven't done a lot of platonic yandere, but this seems fun!

Imagine them calling the boys their papa bc her real dad is dead lmao-

・❥・@lovanmari and @wayfayrr I got some DILF Sage for yall

・❥・Sage as a dad. First off-- who in their right mind is trusting him with a kid?

・❥・Nah, I kid, I kid. When he's given a child, one so small and innocent and one that he connects with? It burns something within him.

・❥・He was a child soldier (I think canonically BOTW Link was in the army by age twelve?), and when he sees this small child who's relying on him? He swears they'd have a better life than he ever had.

・❥・He absolutely refuses to let his child anywhere near anything sharp, too hot, too cold, explosive, etc.. If there's any chance at injury, his flower bud isn't going anywhere near it.

・❥・You know that his kid is eating like royalty. Every single day. Breakfast, lunch and dinner. And dessert. And you know that dessert is the best damned thing in the world.

・❥・Sage as a dad is probably just as unhinged, but in more protective way? Lynel look in their direction? Here kid, look at this butterfly, Papa will be right back- He's back within three minutes tops and look! He's got the fur for a new blanket for you!

・❥・Cece tries pinching your cheeks? He's glaring down at her, daring her to try.

・❥・Someone tries offering you a treat because your just so adorable? He knows his kid is cute, nice try. Nothing is getting past him. He's a bit of a helicopter parent.

・❥・Not a bit. It's a lot.

・❥・He loves playing with your big ears, ones that you'll grow into, flopping them about even as you get red-cheeked and angry at him.

・❥・He'll make it up to you eventually :)

・❥・He also spoils you absolutely rotten. He has his rules, yes, and expects you to follow them, but his rewards are things like trips to the Zora Domain or a sand seal ride in Gerudo. Never Eldin. Are you kidding that's an active volcano site?!?!

・❥・The sages are one-thousand percent your personal body guards. You don't go anywhere without your dad and at least one sage.

・❥・Sky is absolutely smitten from the start.

・❥・You look at this man and tell me he's not dad shaped. You can't.

・❥・He doesn't even care to learn what a Zonai is. All he knows is there are none here and your all alone and your his now. He doesn't make the rules

・❥・He is also another protective dad, but he's a little more willing to let you experience the world around you. You wanna see those flowers over there? He's following! You wanna go for a dip in the river? Great idea, he's helping you! You can go explore, but never alone.

・❥・He absolutely introduces you to Crimson right away. Crimson is the perfect co-parent guardian. Crimson is always pulling you into her side, ruffling her feathers and grooming you.

・❥・Like you become Sky's kid and Crimson's chick. They are two halves of a whole soul so it makes sense.

・❥・HFHFDOFDHN imagine sleeping on Crimson's back while Sky leads the two of you through a forest or sum ;^;

・❥・Or soaring through the sky with you pointing at every cloud you pass and Sky harnessing you to his chest while Crimson flies much slower than normal.

・❥・Sky can cook basic things, but he definitely spends more time with village moms and elders learning more.

・❥・He for sure carves toys for you out of wood. Like trains or maybe a doll of Crimson.

・❥・You get the fluffiest blankets stuffed with Loftwing feathers

・❥・Groose is such a good uncle-sidebar. Even if Sky isn't...jazzed about letting you out of his sight, he will trust Groose. For an hour.

・❥・Which he is within earshot of for fifty seven minutes.

・❥・He's kind of torn between letting you be with Zelda-- who adores you-- and not. she's the reincarnate of Hylia. What if you get dragging into the wretched reincarnation curse as well?

・❥・He wouldn't wish it on his worst enemy let alone his fletchling.

・❥・Fi for sure has a beacon on you at all times.

・❥・He's more...withdrawn when it comes to first meeting you

・❥・Afterall he's in a war.

・❥・but...so are you. And you are so much younger than he is.

・❥・and what self-respecting parent would let their child wander so far? None that deserve their child.

・❥・So you become his. He doesn't do take backsies.

・❥・When you stutter out that your old, irrelevant, unworthy father was a Zonai, he does take that with some caution.

・❥・But no one even knows what a Zonai is. Ravio has a general idea-- a race blessed by the gods-- but thats as far as he gets.

・❥・That's okay. You were his now and he didn't care what you were. You were perfect just the way you are <3

・❥・Wars as a dad is probably pretty strict. But he lets you out of his sight more than the previous two.

・❥・You get schooled and have friends, but are expected home right away.

・❥・He doesn't like your friends. Not a chance. But because he's such a public figure he needs to give you a semi normal life.

・❥・Which means those dumb friends and parent interventions and schooling and hours away when you could be spending time with him!?

・❥・He probably sneaks you out of school often to go for treats at a bakery or a swim in a river. What are they gonna do, tell the Hero no?!

・❥・Artemis loves you. He trusts her with you while he's dragged away for things he cannot control. She has the power of Sheik on her side and proved her worth to him in battle.

・❥・You definitely have a fairy on you at all times which reports back to him.

・❥・Fours is so fun for one reason and one reason alone.

・❥・the minish.

・❥・They probably are the ones to alert him about your presence, giving their small knowledge of the Zonai race.

・❥・They chirp and chitter at him until he brings you back to the home he shares with his grandpa (Uncle? It's one of the two). The older male was out at the moment leaving Four to figure out what he's going to do with you.

・❥・Obviously he keeps you. No one else can handle such a task! You're so delicate and so rare and the minish already love you.

・❥・So your his. no ifs ands or buts.

・❥・The forge? Off Limits.

・❥・It's too hot with too many sharp pointy things and open flames and its dirty.

・❥・Not for his kid.

・❥・When it comes to cooking, he can do it, but like sky, he's not overly good.

・❥・but! You guys can learn together. Under his strict supervision. Where you sit at the counter. Away from the fires and knives. It's a bonding experience.

・❥・Back to the minish, they love you. They love playing with you and calling your attention away while your dad deals with someone whose watching you a little too closely.

・❥・They leave small trinkets for you all the time! Which four keeps in a box. Because you could choke.

・❥・He's also another one to make your toys! Little metal horses and wooden doll houses.

・❥・If he needs to run out for a few errands or something, he's not leaving you with anyone. Oh no not his kid. No, he's splitting. Two stay with you, three depending on the errand, while the other runs out.

・❥・You aren't allowed the Four sword. Ever.

・❥・He would never wish that upon you. Even if you love the colors and it helps you differentiate between green and red and blue and Violet.

・❥・Thats probably how you learn some of your colors in fact.

・❥・Even as you grow up, you cannot get away with anything. The minish are snitches and it would do you good to learn that. And fast.

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teecupangel · 8 months

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Ok so been researching some animals when I came across the Titanoboa and I went "Desmond as this would be very funny hehe" because imagine seeing that! A normal snake is pretty anxiety inducing enough, a giant one is a nightmare come true XD

If you wanna know just how long the titanoboa was supposed to be, here you go:

You know what would be funny?

If Desmond was ‘hibernating’ for so long his white scales actually looked like they were stone or mud thanks to all the dirt around him because he was sleeping in…

A very prominent location.

Altaïr knew that something strange was going on because he swear some parts of this underground ‘building’ were moving.

He wasn’t going to say it to Malik and Kadar though because he knew that they wouldn’t believe him. Well, Malik wouldn’t believe him but Kadar would definitely be more paranoid, fearing that perhaps they were being played with by a djinn or some other rot.

Then they reached the main chamber where Robert de Sablé appeared and Altaïr confronted him.

He was thrown across the room.

And into a wall…

That started to move against his back.

And all he could do was stare at the walls all started to move.

And golden eyes stared at them from where the supposed treasure was meant to be.

Ezio knew something was wrong the moment he stepped into the supposed resting place of God himself.

At least, that was what Rodrigo Borgia believed.

The walls…

They feel like they were moving…

But Ezio couldn’t be entirely sure that it wasn’t just his imaginations getting the best of him. So he continued to walk forward, wary of what lies at the end of this corridor.

Only to freeze when he reached an open room.

Where the head of a giant snake turn to stare at him.

Rodrigo Borgia was wrong.

God did not sleep here.

It was the serpent…

The serpent who had tempted Eve with the forbidden fruit.

…

Okay. So the one for Ratonhnhaké:ton is a problem. If we add Edward here, that would be easy because the Observatory is right there. Hell, he could even be an ‘experiment’ that Aita kept hidden.

Or, if you want to go down the route of Desmond being reborn or having the past life of Aita and Juno’s child, their human experiments were all to find a cure to their son who has been turned into a large snake OR all studies on how to keep their son alive during the Solar Flare.

Unfortunately, Ratonhnhaké:ton would be the odd man out of Desmond’s ancestors as he doesn’t enter any Isu facilities that we know of. Of course, we can just make Desmond sleep in the forest near his village or, more dramatically, inside the Grand Temple that he managed to escape from just in time to save Ratonhnhaké:ton from Charles Lee? Those could work?

(Sidebar: Desmond being a giant snake could also make this a “Desmond is Midgarsormen, one of Loki’s children” idea)

#desmond is turned into an animal subgenre #desmond is turned into a creature subgenre #desmond is a titanoboa #ask and answer #assassin's creed #desmond miles #teecup writes/has a plot #fic idea: assassin's creed

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remindingpersephone · 4 days

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Here we go again

Hi gang. I'm back on my Chris-Get's-Healthy kick, again. I know I've talked about this and asked for your help in the past. I am once again attempting to quit sugar and work out more.

If you have offered me advice in the past and are tired of my requests, yet again, for advice and ideas, I understand. I get it. Believe me, no one is more tired of my bullshit and my inability to stick to a regimen and make the healthy choices than I am.

This last time I was derailed by my mom's illness and death. I just did not have the mental space or physical energy to commit to disciplined nutritional choices and consistent work outs while taking care of her. But the reasons don't really matter because there were excuses before this one, and on and on. I have been starting and giving up on, healthy living routines since I was 18 years old. Let's do the math, that's 30 years!

A little background: I am not a yo-yo dieter. I very slowly put on weight starting with my first desk job at 20 and never dropped it. The weight has never bothered me. I am a confident woman who has never needed to fit into a six 6. I am also single by choice and nothing in the last 30 years has given me a reason to change my mind about this.

This situation now is that I'm looking hard at 50 and the little aches and pains: the trick knee, the occasional sciatica, the feet that get a little too sore too soon, are, I feel, all red flags signaling that hitting snooze on my health is no longer an option.

I truly believe that fitness and nutritional eating are not only the key to staying fit and active, but I think if I just commit and get through those first few tough months, I would actually like it.

Lately I've been drinking my Dr. Pepper and eating my high-calorie cheesy pasta and lots of sourdough bread (all my favorites), but they just haven't been as satisfying as they once were. [Sidebar: I realize some of this could be residual depression and grief making life just not as wonderful as it once was. That will take time.]

Mostly, I'm just tired of giving the "I have got to get my health in order" thoughts the mental real estate in my brain. I need to deal with it so I can move on from it. So it is not such big part of my daily thoughts.

My long-winded and self-indulgent post here is just to ask once again - and I swear for the last time - what do you all find works for you as far as fitness and nutrition goes? My fitness goals are:

to get stronger and improve flexibility and mobility while protecting the joints and ligaments

staving off osteoporosis

alleviating some peri-menopause symptoms

My nutrition goals are:

to kick the sugar addiction once and for all and change my palate so I don't crave sweet things so much

prevent diabetes/heart disease, etc. before they start

improving gut health

I welcome all comments and advice, and that includes the tough-love "girl, you have got to get your shit together!"

#fitness and nutrition #here we fucking go again

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stars1997 · 29 days

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Lover Boy - part 2

Warnings: A little friskiness

Pairing(s): Jeremy Swayman x Fem!Reader

Summary: Y/N Ullmark gets a job with the Bruins as their new photographer. They haven't seen each other in a few years, some things have changed. What happens when her brother's best friend develops a crush on her?

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“I’ll take another drink please!” I slur, unaware of Jer behind me mouthing No more, to the bartender.

“Come on peeps, you have to work tomorrow night,” Jer said, locking hands with me to pull me out of the bar.

I look at him in shock, he just used the nickname he gave to me years ago. That shock was gone as fast as it came when I realized that he was trying to take me back home.

“Are we going back to yours or mine?” I ask with a smirk, drunkenly placing my hand on his chest.

“I’m going to take you home, you’ll thank me for this tomorrow,” Sway said sweetly.

“Or I could thank you now.” A smirk makes its way across my face as my hand starts to slide down his chest. His hand grabbed mine before it could go any lower.

He then turned me around and led me to the passenger side of the truck, unlocking and opening the door for me to get in.

I lean forward over the seat, my hands gripping the center console as I try to pull myself up and into the car. I let out a yelp as my foot slipped off the sidebar. Sway moved a little closer offering his hand to help.

“I got it Jer.” I announced, rolling my eyes slightly. I tried again and slipped once more. This time I lost my grip on the console, not able to catch myself. Sway grabbed me before I could hit the ground.

“Whoa there bud, I thought you had it,” Sway said, laughing at my dismay.

“Shhhhh,” I said, so quietly it was basically to myself. I got into the truck, finally without slipping. Jer shut the door and I could see him laughing from the rearview mirror.

He got into the truck and started to drive me home.

“Hey, you can’t laugh at me. I had to drink for two since someone wasn’t drinking.”

“I had to drive you home Y/n , you want to make it home in one piece, right?” He joked.

“I know I know, you would never drink and drive,” I said, I let a few minutes pass by before asking. “Hey can I see your phone, I just wanna play some music.”

He grabs the phone from the center console and passes it to me.

“Password is 1111.” He says, never taking his eyes off the road.

“How original,” I say as I scroll through his playlists trying to find a song. “Ah, I got one,” I said as I clicked on Baby by Justin Bieber.

His eyes widened. “I only have this song for my niece I swear.”

“I don’t judge Jer,” I said before breaking out in song.

“You got a wonderful voice. I can’t imagine why you didn’t become a singer.” Jer said.

Even while drunk I could sense the sarcasm in his voice, but it didn’t bother me.

Suddenly my phone rang. I looked down to see who it was. Bubba was written across the top of the call.

I tried my best to put on a sober voice (which failed) and picked up the phone.

“Hey, Bubba,” I say.

“Hey Bubs, are you coming home any time soon, it’s late I wanna lock up.”

“Yes, Sway is bringing me home right now!” I slur. “Don’t worry he’s taken very good care of me tonight, he was such a gentleman he even helped me into the truck when I kept falling.”

A couple of seconds of silence.

“How many drinks have you had tonight Bubs.” My big brother asks over the phone, his voice kind of sharp.

“Bubba you know I’m a lightweight, I only had like.. three,” I answered.

“Do me a favor, pass the phone to Sway.” He asks, nicely.

So I do.

“Here he wants to talk to you,” I say putting the phone up to Jer’s ear, he takes it from me and starts talking to my brother.

The last thing I remember is falling asleep in the truck to the softness of Jer’s voice.

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I woke up with a groan, the sunlight far too bright through the sheer white curtains hanging in my room. I slowly climb out of bed and make my way to the kitchen. I check the time on the microwave, 1 pm. Damn, I missed practice. The sound of the front door closing abruptly, makes me jolt.

“Bubs are you up?!” My brother yells from the door, making my head pound.

“Shhh, you’re too loud,” I say in response. I open the cabinet and grab some Advil.

“My apologies queen bee. Hope you don’t mind, your best friend is here.” He says, coming around the corner with sway.

“Hey, brought you this,” Jer said, throwing me a breakfast sandwich from Dunkin. “And this.” He continued, sliding a blue Gatorade down the counter towards me. I send him a smile as a thank you and they head off into the living room.

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The Bruins won the game tonight. The score was 4-0. With Jer able to get a shutout I was able to get some good shots of the boys congratulating him. I was also able to get some good photos of the bear hug. I then spent the rest of the night editing the videos and photos to put on the Bruins’ Instagram.

#jeremy swayman fic #jeremy swayman fluff #jeremy swayman x reader #jeremy swayman imagine #jeremy swayman #nhl bruins #boston bruins #bruins #nhl #nhl hockey #nhl imagine #nhl players #linus ullmark #jeremy swayman smut

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darkwitch1999 · 2 months

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Simpleman AU (But without Simpleman because that villain was CRINGE!!!!!)

What if instead of Marinette dropping the kids off with her grandfather Rolland Dupain, she decided to go to one of her friends for help? More specifically a creative and artistic duo of friends, one of whom has experience with babysitting children. Enter Nathaniel Kurtzberg and Marc Anciel! Knowing that the comic book duo are already hanging out at Marc’s house to work on their comic, ignoring the fact that they are also babysitting Marc’s little brother, Aimé Anciel, and not even bothering to ask them first because she’s so dead set on helping out Adrien, Marinette brings Manon, Ella, Etta, and Chris over to Marc’s house.

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(Marc and Nathaniel stare incredulously at Marinette as she finishes explaining her situation. Meanwhile, are Chris and Manon chasing each other around the living room while Ella and Etta are jumping on the couch. Aimé is drawing a picture with crayons and paper on the coffee table with a Reverser doll sitting next to him, paying no mind to the other four rambunctious children.)

Marinette: (looks at the comic duo with pleading eyes) So it would just be for a little bit and I swear, I’ll hurry back as soon as I can! Please?

Nathaniel: (exchanges a look with Marc) Is she serious? Marinette, you know we’re always willing to help you out, but Marc and I still have pages of our next comic to finish before our next meeting with our editor in a couple of weeks.

Marc: (speaks hesitantly) And besides, we are already looking after Aimé and I don’t think we can look after four more kids…it’s just a lot more than I am used to…

Marinette: I know it’s a lot to ask and I swear I’ll owe you guys big time if you do this favor for me. I should be back within an hour at most to finish the client’s request. Besides, I babysit these four all the time. It’s super easy!

Nathaniel: (raises an eyebrow) Then why can’t you take the kids with you if it’s that easy? Or ask this client to come over to your place to get their costume fixed?

Marc: Nath has a point there, Marinette. Who even is this client, anyway?

Manon: (puts on the brakes and stops running upon hearing Marc’s question) Marinette is going to help her boyfriend! (Manon starts running again before Chris could catch up to her)

(Marinette’s face immediately blushes red and her posture stiffens with embarrassment. Marc and Nathaniel couldn’t suppress the smirks growing on their faces.)

Nathaniel & Marc: (turn to face each other) Called it!

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It took a bit more time for Marinette to plead her case and convince the comic book duo to watch the kids but after a quick sidebar, Marc and Nathaniel decided to babysit Manon, Ella, Etta, and Chris while Marinette was gone to make a fool out of herself again in front of Adrien. But their help doesn't come cheap.....

Marc: (smirks) Alright, Marinette. We'll watch the kids for you.

Marinette: (beaming with gratitude) Oh thank you! Thank you both so much!

Nathaniel: (holds up a hand) However, in return for our services, we expect a payment of half of whatever you earn today from babysitting.

Marinette: WHAT?! That's totally unfair! You're only watching them for an hour!

Nathaniel: Yes, an hour of our time that we could be using to work on our comic which we will be getting paid for once it's published, but instead we will be using that hour to look after five kids.

Marc: I mean sure, we could simply just watch the kids for free out of the goodness of our hearts, but I do believe some compensation for the work that we will be missing is more than fair.

Marinette: You will both get a THIRD and split it between the both of you!

Marc: (shrugs his shoulder) Oh well, if that is the best you can offer us, Marinette, (walks to the front door and proceeds to open it) good luck with the kids.

Nathaniel: (calls out) Hey kids! Grab your backpacks! You're going back to Marinette's house!

Marinette: (panics) WAIT! (sighs in defeat) Okay fine...I'll give you guys half...

Marc: (closes the front door)

Nathaniel: (calls out) Never mind, you're staying here!

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So for a while, things are going well. Marc and Nathaniel keep the kids calm and entertained with drawing activities and playing with the plush dolls of Miraculous superheroes and villains that Marinette brought with her for them to play with...

(Ella and Etta make the Rena Rouge and Carapace dolls kiss each other. Manon makes the Ladybug and Chat Noir dolls kiss each other. Aimé makes his Reverser doll and the Evillustrator doll kiss each other, which causes Marc to blush profusely while Nathaniel is laughing his ass off.)

Chris: (cringes and shields his eyes) EWWWWWWWW!!!!! Stop it! You guys are gross!

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After a while though, Nathaniel suddenly gets a notification on his phone, reminding him that the latest issue of his favorite comic is going to be released today, and the artist who drew the comic book illustrations was going to be hosting a book signing at the book store. While he was initially excited, he then soon realized that he couldn't go and leave Marc alone with the kids. Despite Marc's insistence that he would be just fine being alone with the kids for a little bit and that Marinette is probably on her way back anyway, Nathaniel refuses to leave Marc alone. So like any other healthy couple would do, they came up with a compromise, which involved Marc tricking Nathaniel outside and locking him out of the house until he got his comic signed.

Though things stay calm for a bit, after a while Manon, Ella, Etta, and Chris start getting a bit rambunctious like typical young children. Running around the house, getting into things they are not suppose to (like messing with the pages of Marc and Nathaniel's comic and putting them out of order, reading through Marc's diary, etc.), jumping on the couch, fighting over the dolls, etc. Meanwhile while all this chaos is going on, Marc is desperately trying to call Marinette to see if she was on her way back soon since it has been well over the hour that she promised she would be back by. Unfortunately, Marc keeps getting sent to voice mail over thirty times because Marinette is too busy overcomplicating her plans as usual. Marc then starts to become anxious and panics, which goes unnoticed by every child except for Aimé since he is the only one who isn't running around the house. Being only 6 years old, Aimé doesn't quite understand his brother's anxiety/panic attacks or more specifically how to help but he thinks that Marc is most bothered by the loud noises of the other children running around and then tries to get everyone's attention by turning on the Ladybug and Chat Noir movie. The movie immediately captivates the four children's attention and they all sit quietly in the living room to watch the movie. Unfortunately, Marc is still having a panic attack despite the room having quiet down. Aimé tries talking to Marc to help him, but again, Aimé is only six years old and has no idea how to help calm his brother down. So he then decided to get Marc's phone and call his boyfriend for help.

Nathaniel: (picks up the phone as he leaves the book store) Hey, Marc! I'm heading back right now. How are-...

Aimé: Nath! Something is wrong with my big brother! He's breathing weird!

Nathaniel: (confused and starts to worry) Aimé? What do you-...(realizes what Aimé is talking about) give the phone to Marc, Aimé! Let me talk to him.

(Aimé holds the phone up to Marc and puts the phone on speaker. Nathaniel can hear Marc's shaky, hyperventilating breaths from his end, causing him to become increasingly worried.)

Nathaniel: (sprints as he talks on the phone) Marc...Rainbow? It's Nath! I'm on my way back, you're going to be okay. I'm going to stay on the phone with you. Please, just try to breathe with me. We'll do it toget-...(hears Aimé cry out in alarm) Marc? Aimé, what's going on buddy? Hello?! Can you guys hear me?!

Marc: Yes, Shadowmoth.....

Nathaniel: (his eyes grew wide filled with fear and panic) Oh shit....

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Yes, Marc gets reakumatized in this "What If" scenario. I couldn't think of any new akumatized identities that Marc could be turned into. I was kind of leaning on this being a "Reverser 2" type deal. For instance after Marc is akumatized into Reverser again, he immediately reverses the children (minus Aimé) into becoming well behaved children who sit quietly unless told otherwise. Then he goes on a crusade to hunt down Marinette to reverse her into revealing her true feelings to Adrien since it was because of her obsession with Adrien that got him into this mess in the first place (or at least from his perspective) and much like everyone else, he has grown tired of her overcomplicated plans.

So what do you guys think of this "What If" scenario? I've had this idea in the back of my mind for a while. Please feel free to share your thoughts and opinions on this scenario regardless if you like it or hate it.

@andromeda612 @nerd-chocolate @artzychic27 @msweebyness @imsparky2002 @arny20252 @princessbutterflysposts

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blainesebastian · 2 years

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the benefits of getting stood up

words: 2,329 ship: austin butler x reader summary: (request from @stylesmendeshearted ) set after the Elvis hype settles down, you meet Austin for the first time in a dive bar in Los Angeles notes: this one was fun :) thank you! reminder that my masterlist is linked on my sidebar. warnings: none tag list: @killerqueenfan, @karamelcoveredolicity, @elizabethrosecresswell

Moving through the crowd in a dive bar in downtown Los Angeles, you hike up your black slip-dress just enough so that it doesn’t get caught on the stool you’re attempting to sit down on. You figured it might be busy but this is where your date wanted to meet so…you’re adapting. It’s been a while since you’ve been to a place like this, where the music is just slightly too loud and the people are a little too drunk to be enjoyable. Slipping your leather jacket off, you hang it up under the bar on the little hook and let out a breath, shaking out your shoulders.

Relax, dates are supposed to be fun, remember?

You feel yourself grimace in response but…are trying to remain positive. At least there’s a great selection of drinks and your feet aren’t sticking to the floor anymore because you’ve found an open seat at the bar—small victories.

There’s not enough room for…you glance at your messages, Nick, right, Nick. Because right when you turn to claim the stool next to you, someone else takes the seat. You don’t really look at his face, only the fact that he’s got black jeans on and long legs, which…nice, and you notice a pair of black booties to complete the look because one of them accidently knocks into your seat.

“Sorry,” He apologizes over the music, “Small spaces.”

“I know,” You smile a little, “Swear they design bars like this on purpose—tin can.”

A laugh rumbles in his chest, “I think in L.A. they call that ‘aesthetic’.”

You pillow your chin in the palm of your hand as you watch the bartender make his laps back and forth across the bar, making and taking drink orders, closing tabs. It’s a busy night, so you’re going to stay patient until you can order a beer. Besides, Nick isn’t here yet anyways.

“Oh yeah?” You turn a little bit towards the guy you’re talking to so it’s easier, “What do they call the sticky floors?”

He smiles, “Character.”

Your eyes tumble over his form a moment because…he looks really familiar, but you can’t quite grasp why. It’s like…recognizing a shape on an inkblot test even though you keep second-guessing yourself at what you’re seeing. Your brain tries to run through a bunch of scenarios, dreams, interactions, old friends, lovers, God—past dates but nothing seems to ring a bell. He’s tall, you’ve established that, slender but not in a ‘too skinny’ type of way, his clothes fit him well, hug where they need to.

There’s blonde curls whisped on top of his head like he’s done it on purpose and yet you have a feeling he probably just looks like this because some people are just naturally attractive. He seems like one of those people. Defined jaw, great cheekbones, a depth to his blue eyes, cupid bow lips. And yet you still have no fucking clue why you feel like you’ve…met, spoken or seen him somewhere before.

It's gonna bother you all night.

You’re about to pull the ‘you look familiar’ card when your phone buzzes. Pulling it out of the pocket of your dress, you blink at the message you’ve gotten from Nick but don’t really comprehend it, even after reading it three times.

Is this dude really standing you up?

“For fuck’s sake.” You mumble under your breath, texting back a few different responses before finally deciding not to say anything at all. Whatever, you were so-so on Nick, it doesn’t actually bother you that he’s not going to show up.

But this is like, the third time this is happened since you started trying to put yourself out there. “God, don’t ever sign yourself up for online dating—it’s a trap.”

And you have no fucking clue why you’re opening up to the guy next to you other than the fact that you’ve talked about interior bar designs and that he seems nice—and that he hasn’t randomly gotten up to find a different stool or moved on from the counter.

There’s a laugh there, sudden and sharp, like he…can’t quite believe what you’ve said. But he hides it against a sip of beer and wow, you obviously missed the opportunity to order with the bartender because you never even saw him come by, Jesus this night is shaping up to be terrible. You’re definitely not leaving without a drink.

You reach your arm out and attempt to softly wave at the bartender but he doesn’t see you (or doesn’t want to) and continues filling orders at the other end. You crinkle your nose, the handsome stranger next to you clearing his throat,

“I’ve never done online dating but I don’t think I would.”

You hum, pursing your lips. “Yeah, if I had your face I don’t think I would either.”

And interesting, you don’t expect there to be a blush from that compliment but there is, just lightly, along his cheekbones. He seems like the type to wear compliments well, like an armor, or preening like a sunflower towards the sun. But he doesn’t, there’s this boyish coyness to him even though his eyes tell a different story—like he could flirt with a beer glass and get something out of it.

He watches your pathetic excuse of an attempt to get the bartender’s attention one more time, “Don’t tell me you got stood up.” And then flicks his wrist and somehow grabs the dude’s attention in record time.

“What can I get you?” The bartender asks, super attentive and…yeah, that’s nice.

“She’d like to order a drink,” Handsome stranger says, “It’s on me.”

You raise your eyebrows and sputter for a few moments, not expecting that but then hurry up and give your order because the bartender is waiting and the last thing you want to do is hold him up when he’s got other things to do.

“Uhm—just whatever sour beer you have on tap, please. Anything fruit-wise works.”

He nods and grabs a pint glass and you turn on your stool to better face who you’re sitting next to, “You didn’t need to do that.” You tell him as another 90s pop song begins to play in the background.

“I wanted to—you clearly got stood up.”

Huffing out a bit dramatically and fluttering your hair along the edges of your face, you say, “I don’t need a pity beer.”

He smirks, “It’s empathy beer.”

You roll your eyes but you’re smiling as it’s set down in front of you. Tugging it a bit closer, you take a long sip and…well, free beer is free beer. So you air ‘cheers’ him in thanks and take another sip.

“Should probably know the name of the guy who’s buying my sympathy beers.”

Again, there’s that look on his face, a soft amusement that’s almost gone as soon as it appears. “Austin.”

“Y/N,” You offer a hand to shake and he smiles, your fingers brushing in gentle squeezing and—nice, he wears rings on his slender fingers. That’s attractive.

Then you sort of blink because Austin and it takes about three seconds before the backlog of information that you were searching for before frontloads your brain. That’s why he looks familiar? Because this is who you think it is, right? That guy from the Elvis movie, the one you saw plastered all over billboards and subways and in the banner of your HBO Max profile for, like, two weeks. The name kinda puts everything together, connects the dots, and the longer you look at him the more you’re sure he’s exactly who you think he is.

The universe really said ‘forget about Nick or whatever his name is from finance, here’s Austin Butler at a dive bar in downtown Los Angeles’. No wonder he’s lookin’ at you like you’re not from planet Earth—while the Elvis hype has significantly died down, there’s still some cities that are showing extended runs in theaters and Austin himself has become a particularly public icon.

And yet here he is, talking to you about failed online dates. Maybe you’re being Punk’d.

“Y/N,” You like the sound of that, way too enjoyable hearing him say it, “You been stood up before or?…I just wanna know how many beers you expect to order.”

“Do I have a limit?” You laugh softly, taking another sip of your beer, “You gonna start runnin’ up a tab on me?” He shakes his head, smiling, but before he can say anything you add, “Nah, this was the first time,” And hopefully the last, you’re probably gonna delete the app after this, “Should have known when Nick said he was an ‘entrepreneur’ as his job experience,” You crinkle your nose, “That’s always suspicious.”

“What kind of work do you do, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“I don’t,” You smile a little, “But only if you tell me what you do too.” Even though you know, obviously, but…it’s not necessarily a test of sorts but, you want to see what Austin will say. He has to know that you know at this point, right? Even though nothing’s been said?

He doesn’t say no, however, or shy away from the question.

“So I work in an aquarium,” You smile, straightening your shoulders a little. It’s a bit of preening, you’re very proud of the work you do, and you love it. “I do a lot of the tours, like guide students around or visitors, but I’m also studying to be a marine biologist. So it’s a lot of juggling.”

Austin purses his lips and he seems intrigued? Or maybe impressed, it’s hard to tell. Either way, you can’t stop thinking about what it’d be like if he stopped by your work, the reflective blue water casting pretty shadows on his skin, in his blonde hair, how much deeper his eyes would become. It’s a sight that gets trapped in the front of your mind for a few moments.

“What’s a one-liner from your tours—I know you got one.”

You grin, turning towards him a little until your knees knock together, but neither of you move away. The weight and heat of one another’s skin felt through the fabric of your clothes, “’Octopods have three hearts and the female octopus tends to eat the male after mating.’”

He chokes off a laugh as he sips his beer, “Seriously?”

“Seriously,” You laugh softly, “They just take no shit, definitely don’t let dudes named Nick stand them up at dive bars.”

Austin shakes his head—this man absolutely didn’t think he’d be talking to a stranger at a dive bar about sea creatures. You have to wonder how he’s kinda end up here though, why he’s by himself, why he’s at this bar compared to so many others that most likely don’t have sticky floors and not enough stools for the counter.

You chew on your lower lip, opening and closing your mouth as you process this question before finally just going for it, “What kind of work do you do?”

There’s a playfully dramatic breath out of his lungs as he looks over at you, “It’s not nearly as exciting as spending time with octopods all day.”

You laugh, that’s far too smooth, “Sometimes it’s sharks, you know. Jellyfish,” You crinkle your nose, “Sea urchins.”

Austin smiles and there’s a slight pause there, turning his beer glass in a half circle before finally, “I uh, I’m in film.” And there’s this…air to his voice where he seems to appreciate being able to answer for himself. That regardless that you’re past the shared point of knowing who he is, you’re not jumping down his throat with assumptions and questions.

“Film,” You repeat with a warm hum, “Do you like it?”

“I’m learning to love it.”

And that’s…not a response that you really expected from him if you’re being honest. It’s open, a bit vulnerable and interesting considering how far he’s come with the film’s popularity.

“That’s good, seeing as how you’re pretty great at it.” And you hope that’s not coming on too strong—just feels like he deserves that compliment, because you have seen a handful of his stuff. You still have yet to watch Elvis, despite how much it’s been in theaters and advertised…waiting for one of those weekends where you have time to yourself.

But you’ve seen clips and…from that alone? You know what you’re talking about.

He smiles, dipping his chin a little, “Thank you.”

You’re about to say something else when your phone buzzes and it’s your roommate, chewing on your lower lip as you read over her message. Damn. You look back up at Austin and…you don’t want to leave, but,

“That’s my roommate, she locked herself out of our apartment.” Taking one final sip of your beer, you slide off your stool. You’re about to pull out your card but then remember Austin picked up the tab for this, “Thanks again for the drink.”

You find yourself hesitating as you pull your jacket on and grab your purse…wondering if it’d be totally off the wall to give your phone number out to a celebrity but…wouldn’t be too crazy right? You have been sitting with him for the past hour, drinking and talking. Gathering up the courage, you turn and begin to speak,

“So I was wondering—” at the same time he says, “I think—”

You motion for him to continue and he clears his throat, “I was just sayin’, wouldn’t hate if we did this again, minus the Nick stuff.”

You raise your eyebrows, unable to stop a smile from tugging the corners of your mouth, “Oh you mean like a date? No one standin’ me up?”

“I won’t stand you up,” Austin smiles, “Promise.”

And that’s the thing, you’re gonna have to put yourself out on the line, trust him, see where it goes.

But suddenly? You’re feeling a lot more optimistic about dating.

Thank you for reading, commenting, liking, or reblogging! Appreciate it :)

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sirfrogsworth · 3 months

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Do you have a link where folks can send you money or buy your stuff? I don’t see a site in your bio or anything.

People are going to think I sent this to myself. Especailly since I say "folks" a lot. But I didn't and this is a good idea that I should have thought of earlier.

I set up a donate page that is in the sidebar of my sirfrogsworth.tumblr.com page...

Or you can just go here.

The PayPal link still says, "I made a mess" which was referring to me puking in my car, but I'm going to leave it because it's usually true about something.

Thank you, anonymous stranger (who is not me, folks! I swear!).

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anonymityisfunwriter · 2 years

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Jealousy, Jealousy

Pairing - Grumpy!Bucky Barnes x Sunshine!Reader Summary - Beware the green eyed monster which doth mock the meat it feeds on, or however that saying goes. But Bucky swears it's not jealousy mocking him, it's just John Walker and the fact that he can't take a hint.

"Come on, let me take you out to a nice dinner," he asks, sauntering over to you. You stiffen as he wraps his arm around your shoulder. You gently take the hand that's on your shoulder and peel it away from you, trying to laugh off the uncomfortable moment.

Bucky's getting really tired of this. This is not John's first attempt at flirting with you or even asking you out - the man just couldn't take a hint.

"Does he always stare like that?" John asks.

"Yes," you chirp over your shoulder. You're facing the outside of the car- letting your hand flow in the wind and over the vast fields- leaving trail of wildflowers as you all ride past them.

"You get used to it," Sam replies simultaneously, equally unhappy at being in a car with John. Both he and Bucky don't like the way John's staring at your ass as you're kneeled on the seat watching the scenery.

"So what about you?" John asks. That's when you turn to face him, stopping the trail of flowers.

"What about me?" you smile, sitting down on the seat.

"Got somebody waiting for you at home?" John asks, to which Bucky rolls his eyes. You ignore him, knowing he's in a bad mood.

"I've got all of New York waiting for me," you beamed.

"Well, I'd like to see you- outside of work, I mean."

"Aww.." you coo, placing your hand on John's shoulder. Bucky's almost out of his seat when you touch him, then he hears you reject him. A nice rejection, but still a rejection. "That's very sweet of you, John, and it's very flattering, but I think we should focus on being great coworker and friends. I really do appreciate your offer, so thank you."

Sam's head jolts, looking between you, John, and Bucky. "I think that was the nicest rejection I've ever heard. Can I ask you out next?"

You turn to Sam and laugh. "You're so funny, Sam."

"I didn't even hear a 'no' that time. Barely even stung," Sam tells a completely unamused Bucky.

"You know, I love the enthusiasm and the-the-the... uh..." you trail off, trying to find the right word.

"The tenacity?" Sam offers.

"Yes! Thank you, Sam!" you point at Sam. "The tenacity. I'm truly, really very flattered but I don't think we'd be a good match, John. I'm sorry- I hope we can be friends."

"Seriously I don't know how she does it," Sam mutters.

"How she's nice to him?" Bucky offers. "I don't know either- I want to wring his neck."

"Do you now?" Sam asks wryly.

"I do- she's trying to be nice, but apparently he can't take a hint."

"Interesting," Sam mumbles, slowly nodding his head.

"Nothing interesting about it, Sam," Bucky grumbles, taking another long sip from his beer.

"Oh, I think it's very interesting," Sam snickers. "I wonder what changed your mind."

"Nothing changed my mind, I can just very clearly see he's making her uncomfortable. And if he keeps this up she won't want to help us anymore- it's for the good of the mission."

"The good of the mission?" Sam asks with an eyebrow raised.

"Yes, the good of the mission."

"You're jealous," Sam declares.

"I'm not jealous."

"You're jealous," Sam confirms.

The sidebar is broken by John's next comment. "Come on, I know you and Steve Rogers had a very warm friendship. Why don't you give the new Captain a chance?"

You shake your head, taking another step back. "Steve and I were just friends."

"Well can't we be friendly too?" he asks suggestively, reaching out to grab you again.

"Alright, I've seen enough," Bucky says, standing up to get in between you and John.

"I already told you to leave her alone. Take a hike," Bucky says, pulling you closer to him and away from John.

"Oh, I see... You moved on to the best friend," he says, looking straight at you.

There's a blush on your face that Bucky does not miss, it's interesting that this entire conversation is happening you're completely unaffected except when someone suggests you and Bucky are together. He makes a mental note of that. "It's not like that."

"And if it is?" Bucky asks simultaneously, taking another step towards John. "She's not interested. Any night- in fact, she'll be busy every night."

"Every night?" you mouth, unsure of what to do.

"With who? You?" John laughs in disbelief. "She wouldn't go for a guy like you. She's just playing hard to get."

Bucky turns into you and you don't even have a chance to react before he cups your face and presses his lips to yours. You gasp into his mouth, but he doesn't let you go. Your hands find the nape of his neck and for a moment it all stops. And then he pulls away. "Does that look like someone playing hard to get?"

"I, uh, I should, um..." you stammer, not bothering to finish your excuse before leaving the room.

You're sitting on the edge of your bed, staring at the vacant wall and contemplating life when you hear a faint knock on the door.

"Doll? Can I come in?" Bucky asks. And you try to contain the flutters in your stomach. Bucky calls all women 'doll' there's no reason to think anything more of it. Everything's exactly the same, nothing's changed just because you two kissed. It's all exactly the same, you tell yourself.

"You can come in," you say, your voice still raspy.

He walks into your room and takes a seat on the edge of your bed, right next to you. He's also trying very hard not to think about the fact that he's on your bed. "Hey, look I'm sorry about before, I didn't mean to upset you."

"You didn't," you blurt, then you take a moment to recollect yourself. It's just Bucky, you tell yourself. It's not a big deal, you talk to him all the time. "It's fine, James. I'm not upset. I'm perfectly fine."

"Well typically people don't bolt out of a room when they're perfectly fine."

"I just- I've never done that before," you mumble.

"Done what?"

"That," you emphasize, trying to get your point across.

When he finally understands, it takes everything to tame the smug grin on his face. He was your first kiss. "That was- that was your first kiss? Is that what you're trying to tell me?"

You can't even look at him with the way your face is burning up right now. "Yes?"

"How?" he asks with so much disbelief that it almost sounds like he's demanding an answer. "I just- I mean...I mean look at you! You're so...And you're so- How?"

"How?" you ask, chewing on the inside of your cheek. You shrug, trying to play off the embarrassing admission. "I haven't had the most normal life, James. It just never happened."

"Ever?"

"Go ahead, you can laugh! It sounds ridiculous: a fully grown woman, an Avenger never been kissed. Go ahead, laugh!" you say, standing up from your bed and throwing your hands up in mild exasperation.

He takes your hand pulling you back to your bed. "It's not ridiculous and I promise I won't laugh."

"You won't?" you ask.

"No. Promise."

"Pinky promise?" you ask holding out your pinky. He sighs dramatically, but takes your pinky anyway.

"Maybe I should've said 'yes' to him," you say, mostly thinking out loud.

"Do you want to go out with him?" Bucky asks, trying to hide his jealousy.

"No, John's..."

"He's?" Bucky urges.

"I don't want to be mean," you mumble.

"He's not here and I'm not going to tell him. Please?"

"Only because you asked so nicely," you sigh. "He's- he gives me the ick."

"He gives you the ick or he's icky?"

You scrunch your nose and nod. "He's icky."

"I didn't know you could be so cold-hearted. Icky..." he trails off laughing. "That's not the word I would have used."

"There's a lot of mean and icky in this world already. I don't like adding to it," you admit.

"You're a better person than most. A better person than me at least. That's what I don't get, you're probably the nicest person I know. There's never been anybody?"

"Like I said it's always just been me. I mean I've been on my own since I was a literal infant. I spent a long time in a cell- just locked away for the first 20- something years of my life. And when Nick Fury found me, I jumped into the Avengers. And don't get me wrong, I love the team, it was great. But it's always just been me," you shrug. You ignore the fluttering in your stomach as Bucky intently listens to your every word. "You know sometimes I like to pretend that I do have parents. That the reason that place had me as a baby was that they stole me out of my home or something. And they've been looking for me this whole time, and some morally ambiguous, sarcastic, charming brunette will come and sweep me off my feet. And then we'll go adventures and we'll find my family...I know it's silly and childish, but it's better than the reality of life."

"It's not silly," Bucky offers, silently thinking about your fantasy. "Wait, isn't that the plot to 'Tangled'?"

You laugh and now that you think about it- it sort of is. "I knew there had to be a reason I love that movie so much." He laughs for a moment, then it's quiet. "I want you to know that it's not true. Me and Steve- it wasn't like that."

"That's none of my business," Bucky quickly assures you. He's not all that sure he wants to hear about you and Steve, especially if it's anything like what John suggested.

"I know, but I want you to know anyway," you shrug. "He was my friend. He just...he understood what I was going through."

"Understood how?" Bucky asks, genuinely curious.

"We were both dropped into a world we knew nothing about. There's a lot that we learned together. I just wanted you to know that because..." you stop, feeling the warmth growing on your face.

"Because I stole your first kiss?" Bucky finishes for you.

"No," you immediately shake your head. "Because I've never liked anyone the way I like you," you quietly admit.

"I'm sorry I stole your first kiss," Bucky whispers, leaning in closer to you.

"What if I want you to have the second one too?" you whisper back, slowly moving closer to Bucky.

"No, no, no, no. No!" Sam bursts into the room. "Hell no! I've been trying to get you two together for months- John Walker doesn't not get to take this from me!"

"Were you eavesdropping?" Bucky demands.

"You two don't get to take this from me! This is where I draw the line."

"I'm going to kick your ass if you don't get out!" Bucky shouts, and you settle into your seat with a playful smirk on your face knowing they're going to bickering for quite some time about this.

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theautismgoblin · 4 months

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Okay sooo Welcome Home just got updated.. And I hope y'all have already viewed the website cause I'm hopping straight on..

Okay so first, I think I know what the weird commands showing up after the Halloween update were ("Write Hello" "Write Ok" "Move Barnaby"). I believe it was the website creator trying to communicate with Wally or see what he can do.. Now while most of them are really cute, the backside of Sally, Barnaby's new drawing, and hello being written, also a word being flipped upside down .... There is one, that's a bit different, the Sticker page, Wally decided to essentially decimate the page (I don't think he was doing this to be malicious or anything though) and wrote OK using the stickers with all the banner strewn about.. However, one of the eyes on the sidebar has banners surrounding it in the shape of a house, and if you zoom out on this page you find that same structure of banners with the sticker for home and Wally in it...

Okay so, I think the isolation theory is gaining more evidence (if you don't know the isolation theory is where Wally is trapped in home, and all the other puppets died and usually home is the antagonist).

The fact he said before to be quiet, when trying to talk to us, and now a drawing of a house around an eye, lead me to think that Wally is saying home can see through him. Now whether this is constant, or only sometimes I'm unsure.. The fact he hasn't been calling us but leaving record players (which feels like he's trying to hide that he's speaking to us).

And now a picture of him by himself away from everyone else, with only home...

Not to mention out of all the characters, home is the only one where not a lot was done to make us care about them. Like I like home in show, but I don't know anything about them.. And that's THE KICKER, I realized something in any other media with monsters (as antagonists think Bill Cipher, Pennywise, the FNAF animatronics) they didn't start by trying to make us care at all, in like 2 of these case people cared way later.

When making a horror story unless you have a twist villain, you want your audience to understand why the monster is BAD. Now I can't say anything for sure, but I definitely think home is gonna fill that role.

Not to mention Clown has stated in the past they are autistic.. And uses Wally as a comfort character, which usually doesn't happen with a character you want to be a villain.. Wally is very autistic coded the same way Frank is honestly.. And I swear its how my brain perceived Wally as an autistic character that makes me refuse to believe he's a villain (but it could be possible, I just don't see it, especially with the stuff lining up)

#welcome home #wally darling #welcome home wally #home #welcome home home #theory time #analysis

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gingersnapwolves · 9 months

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Hello,

I used to follow your website at the dawn of the century even you wrote with Karasu. I'm not sure what happened between you two and it's not my intention to bring up any bad business, however I was just wondering if your original works were still floating around somewhere where I could read them again. To be honest as a (at the time) young gay man trying to find a way to come to terms with myself and life, your stories were an honest breath of fresh air. Not many people were doing gay stories let alone inventive and well written ones, so they hold a special place in my heart. I recall you were trying to get Touch the Sky published and I had always tried to keep an eye out for it in book communities and Amazon. Were you successful and I missed it? I would love to read your original works from back then again if possible.

Thank you,

This is such a sweet ask, I really appreciate it! What a long time ago that was. I have some good news and some medium news for you...

Firstly, no worries about bad situations because Karasu and I are actually married now! We'll be celebrating our seventh anniversary later this year. She's not online as much as she used to be because of real life stuff, and we don't write together that much anymore but she still helps me plan all my stories.

The original stuff we wrote back then isn't technically up anymore. Our old livejournal (knkfics.livejournal.com) is still functional but it's friends-locked due to a plagiarism incident and I can't add more friends to it because they limited the number for free accounts. Our own website went down a long time ago. That being said, if you use the Wayback Machine, you can still get to some of it here (https://web.archive.org/web/20050211232749/http://www.fatalistic.net/knkfics/original.html). Just please keep in mind for anyone who clicks that link that this is stuff I wrote almost twenty years ago, mostly when I was in college, and it's not up to the standard of what I post today lol.

As for Touch the Sky, we started rewriting it but never finished. There was a lot going on back then, we wrote a LOT of different things and that one just never found an end we were satisfied by.

That being said, I do have some published novels now, although they are self-published, and they are queer as hell! If you like werewolves, you can find my werewolf series here, and if you're more of a dragon person, you can find the links to those books on my sidebar. Neither seriers is finished yet but I swear they will be someday!

It's so heartwarming to know that my stories were important to you, and I really hope your life is going well! Enjoy reading!

#asks #writing

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leqclerc · 8 months

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I really enjoyed your blog, until I realized that you were trying to force enmity between Charles and Carlos when it's clear that they clearly like and respect each other as teammates. You don't seem to support the team, but rather Charles or Sebastian (who, wow, has had less interaction with Charles than with Carlos, but swears they love each other), which you should make clear when entering your blog that you don't like the team but have a preferential fanaticism for Charles.

Anyway, I respect what you think, but the way you always put Carlos in the wrong and guilty of everything is totally ridiculous.

Byee ✨

It's been a while since I got one of these 🤔

You don't relate to my content and don't agree with my opinions, which is fine, to each their own. However, I have to point out that I never exactly concealed my preferences, and, with all due respect, if the url, icon, header, sidebar gif, sidebar description and pinned post on my blog aren't enough to give me away, then I really don't know how to make the message any clearer. Furthermore, I don't support Carlos and I never have, even long before Ferrari was on his radar. I have never hid that either, and the lack of solo posts about him, lack of fan edits, or other reblogged content from Carlos fans should indicate that.

As for supporting the team and how "valid" your fan experience is based on who you support, because apparently that's been a trending topic for a while now, certainly within the self-declared Tifosi circle... I've followed Ferrari in one way or another for 8 years; I've witnessed three different lineups in that time, and I've formed my opinions based on what I've seen and how I've felt in reaction to that. I am under no obligation—and this applies to everyone—to like or even support a driver just because he signed on to drive for the team for a certain period of time. Obviously the ideal situation is liking both drivers and being equally happy when either of them succeeds, but let's be honest, how often does that happen? And I'm not talking about people who follow a team regardless of the lineup, because that's a slightly different kettle of fish.

F1 as a sport places so much emphasis on the driver as a person—and this notion has only been amplified in recent years. The human aspect of F1 is equally as important and compelling as all the technical elements. Hell, the whole idea behind the Driver's Championship is to crown a champion out of the drivers on the grid. And I think for most people that championship brings more excitement and is more keenly followed than the Constructor's one. Even the whole idea of teammates functions differently here than it does in most team sports, with the inherent rivalry aspect. I'm sure many of Carlos's fans migrated from McLaren to Ferrari when their favourite driver did—if we're painting everyone with the same brush, then where is the scrutiny regarding the other side? I don't believe every Carlos fan is automatically also a devoted Charles fan, because frankly that's statistically impossible. Or is one only a "fake Tifoso/a" if they have a preference for Charles? Is there just one fixed "valid" way of being a fan?

On a lighter note, I'm glad it wasn't all bad all the time and that, at one point, you did find something you enjoyed on my blog. I hope you manage to find like-minded people who run blogs that reflect your opinions 👍🏻

#replies #anonymous #idk if the merc or red bull or [insert team name here] have the same level of drama about the validity of being a fan #or failing in your fan duties if you have a preference for one of the drivers over the other - or *gasp* dislike one of them #but it's sure been a point of contention in the ferrari sphere #other than that i'm not sure what else to say i mean. this is tumblr and a part of how the website functions is venting and shitposting #it's like that warning you get on ao3 about how if you continue it means you're basically agreeing to see such content #we're not entering a binding agreement you can backspace out of here at any time

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I don't remember this at all so I don't even know if its part of The Lotus Tree or not, lmao, sorry Kasumi you are so boring up until, uuuuuuuuuuh about 40 minutes from now actually

So Reverie wakes up, happy new year, time to head downstairs to

no no no no no non on onojnkofidflasjk NO

NOOOOO

no!

NOOOOOOOOOOOO!

inhales

okay.

I, in real life, staring at my Odin, literally out loud said, "Oh fuck ALL the way off."

Anyway, we meet up at the shrine by luck, hahhaaha what a crazy random happenstance.

Also: HARU! MY GOD! WHAT A KNOCKOUT! I feel like her kimono might cost more than my fucking car.

But there is already a very weird tension in the air when the group gets together. They all meet up at a shrine that has no visitors because it seems like no one in the world is wishing for anything because their lives are so perfect, so the crew is like "well! this was nice. uh see ya!" and the vibes are so bad. Immediately everything feels like a world encased in glass, like a pinned insect that just got a shot of euthanasia and is starting to lock into place.

It is fucking EERIE as shit.

oh my god I'm gonna sharpen an axe and cut down your Lotus Tree, Maruki, I swear to god

"Would you join the Phantom Thieves" as an indicator that all is perfect and no one needs to do anything is sure Something.

Somehow, just watch me, I will find a way to blame this all on Mishima again. I'm already trying to calculate the trajectory.

SPITTAKE

I FUCKIGN HOLLARED OH MY GOD

I don't want to sound like the average Atlus developer right now, Morgana, but I think you may have gained some weight.

Also, sidebar: COWARDS for changing Morgana's voice actor for this. COWARDS!!!!! Cassandra Lee Morris has been doing fucking WORK with this character, I literally would rather her continue voicing him with a pitch modulation effect than swapping the VA, /HISSES ANGRILY

Anyway. Reverie and I are both in complete unity at the moment because all of this is Fucked.

Again, me, IRL, shouting "NO" at my Odin.

oh i feel ill from this, this is horrendous. Maruki, you got a fucking storm coming, and i have a fusioned Izanagi-no-Okami with your name on it.

LOOK AT REVERIE HERE. So like I've ranted about how the P4MC was such a non-character while Reverie is so so much more. I can feel how freaked out he is even while he's still a mostly silent protagonist. The fear he feels as he tries to make sense of this situation and starts to wonder how far it spreads is fucking radiating from his posture and how he's watching everyone from over his popped collar and event he way he hasn't turned the chair around to face them, he is cheated away from everyone.

God, it's amazing. I have a lot of issues with P5R but the protagonist is a triumph.

Oh, immediately before he said a single fucking thing. He knows. He knows. He walks in and takes one look around and he knows.

Which in of itself is fascinating and I wanna sink my teeth into what that means.

Everyone in this world is getting their desires. No! No that's incorrect. What they are getting is their pain taken away. I remember Maruki's absolutely batshit closing speech as he left the school in November.

Everyone is getting a life where the biggest traumatic moments did not happen. Futaba never lost her mother and thus Sojiro never lost his best friend. Morgana gets to be human because he admires humans so much. Ryuji was never kicked off the track team. Haru never had the falling out that lead to her father's death.

But Reverie? I don't know what he gets. Before the switch flipped on the Lotus Tree, Sae revealed that the woman who was involved in Reverie's false assault accusation might testify, so his record might even be overturned.

So we have Reverie, and we have Akechi. The two Wild Cards who were puppets of a bored god (who, uh, since Philemon isn't actually involved in this I don't really know anymore what Yaldabaoth's whole deal was but whatever, lean with it rock with it).

I don't know if you can undo the trauma of being Goro Akechi.

... I'm thinking about Reverie, and about the constant drumbeat of his connection to Akechi. Wanting to keep a promise.

I just had a really horrible thought but also it's so gay that I dunno if Atlus would Go There. We'll see.

I know I have never been happier to see you. Been a while, Beige Boy. Love the outfit, actually, you look great in actual colors.

/points directly at this

Did Akechi survive or did Maruki being him back because Reverie had unfinished business with him.

That is my question.

Don't answer it, anyone, but what I am thinking is either Akechi will reveal how he survived the Palace (unlikely) or it turns out he fucking didn't and this was the start of the Lotus Tree.

Anyway, Akechi reveals that he was being questioned for the Shido stuff and then they just.... let him go. No charges. He's free. Which is impossible, obviously. And now Wakaba Isshiki is walking around alive.

that lil pose is so gay. i wonder if Akechi is meant to be Actually Gay. serious question. like, we got Actually Queer characters in P4 so we know the people at Atlus know gay people exist, but this game has been scrubbed clear of any queerness.

except Akechi has such intense gay vibes and, sure I'll say it, mannerisms that I wonder if he is subtextually meant to be gay. especially since to my recollection, every male character in this game has been mentioned to be attracted to women except him. like, I did notice that, thank you.

((ALSO, SIDEBAR: YOU KNOW WHAT I MISS FROM P3 AND P4? THE GIRLS HAVING CRUSHES ON EACH OTHER. I miss the casual flirtation and interest all the girls had together. That's also been stripped out of P5 and it sucks.))

anyway what the fuck was I saying. Akechi gay, he and Reverie need to investigate.

And then Kasumi calls to be like "heeeeeeeeeeey so sorry to bother you buuuuuut that palace we ran into at the stadium is back????? is that okay?"

Okay another thing, sorry that this post is like All About Akechi but

lmao Akechi without his mask is a delight. this man is a bitch and he does not give a fuck and nothing in this world or the next impresses him. it is for real so fun how his cadence and register have subtly changed, he doesn't soften his syllables as much anymore, and he is direct as a gunshot.

Between him and Maruki, this whole segment of the game is like Freaks Only, Normies GTFO and I am thrilled. I am a freak, it's me. This is for me.

#p5 #persona liveblog

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