#wow what a blast from the past what the fuck help?????
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uh. hello???????????? where did that autofull suddenly come from???????? i haven't thought about this series in at least a decade???????? help?????????
#wow what a blast from the past what the fuck help?????#i literally haven't watched that show in like 10 years probably#and i've had this laptop for 6 months maybe soooo#i'm so confused?????#i was trying to go straight to my tumblr drafts but i was distracted and ended up accidentally trying to type ''dashboard''#ONLY TO BE HIT OVER THE HEAD WITH DAS HAUS ANUBIS WHY WHY IS THIS HAPPENING TO ME#like i can't even say if it's a good or a bad thing#i have vivid memories of watching it and going to the website waiting for new eps#i think it wasn't all that great but at the same time it was super captivating too???#help i was not prepared for this what is happening#airenyah plappert#das haus anubis
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Wow...I have been sitting and working on this draft for MONTHS. I'm so fucking excited that now it's yours to have. I had this idea back in January and I truly think it's a work of art. I'm excited to share it with you all and I truly hope you enjoy it and love it! I had a blast with this idea, and if you loved it let me know! I'd love to continue this relationship in other requests and parts. I love this dynamic 🫶🏻
Buckle up! We've got a slow burn, tooth rotting fluff, and steamy smut.
⚠️SMUT ( no protection, oral, fingering, missionary sex, cock bulge in stomach, edging and I think that's it? ) Age gap but reader is in 20s
Happy again because of you
Older rockstar Eddie x nanny female reader
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Eddie has grown used to the rockstar life, the constant shows, the tours, and many sleepless nights. He also grew used to his marriage. The love was gone, filled with hatred and annoyance. He doesn't remember the last time they had a conversation, it was all fights and silence. One thing he would always be happy about and never outgrown was his children. He loved being a dad more than he loved being a rockstar. His two sons and daughter were the light of his life.
Y/N had been the Munson's nanny for two years. She was twenty-one and needed a job, it paid very well. Over the past two years, she grew very close to the kids. Brex and Nate were twin boys, standing tall at the age of ten, they were wild and a lot like Eddie. Paisley was five and glued to Y/N's side.
Over the years, she watched Eddie and his wife, Mandy go at each other's throats. They fought a lot and Y/N tried to keep the kids away from it. She was a full-day nanny, with the kids the second they woke up and until they went to bed. She didn't have a family and wasn't social enough for a social life. So the Munson family became her favorite people to be around.... except Mandy.
Mandy didn't like Y/N around but also didn't want to be a parent to her kids. Mandy hated how Eddie got along with Y/N so well. She didn't like how they looked at each other and how much they talked. She couldn't help but notice the spark between them and how much it grew the more they were together.
Y/N couldn't ignore how attracted she was to Eddie. He gave the older rockstar dad a whole sexy alter ego. She tried to push down her feelings when the kids raced to the front door to see him, or when he thanked her for making dinner with a touch to her hand. She tried to ignore the tightness of her thighs when he'd get so passionate about something and he'd talk with his whole body. She loved listening to his soothing voice.
~~~
It took briefly two more years before the divorce was finalized. Eddie kept the house, as he was in the main income for it. The boys were twelve and Paisley was seven. Brex and Nate grew more independent and spent time in their rooms. Paisley still adored Y/N and followed her everywhere.
Even though Mandy hired Y/N, she didn't want her service after the divorce. Y/N didn't want to lose her job which provided her with great benefits, so she begged Eddie to let her stay. Eddie agreed because he barely knew how to be a parent. He spent so much time on the road that he wasn't sure what to do.
With Mandy gone and Eddie single, Y/N wanted to make her move. She wasn't sure how fast Eddie could or planned to move on, but she'd hate herself if she had to watch him with another woman again. She didn't want to be aggressive with her moves or creep him out. She had to be smart and read his reactions before it cost her the job.
~
Eddie groaned in the mirror as he tried to fix his tie. He stood in a black suit with nice shoes. He had to attend an award ceremony, and he hated them. He didn't like to dress up and he didn't know how.
"Need a hand?" Eddie jumped and turned to see Y/N leaning against the door.
"You'd think after years of award ceremonies, that I would know how to work a tie." Eddie chuckled, Y/N laughed with him and walked up to him.
She fixed his collar and positioned his tie. She had never been this close to his face before, breathing in the air he let out. His breath smelled of beer and gum, and his body smelled of whisky cologne. Black eyeliner along his eyes. She wanted to purr at the sight of him. How Mandy messed up this badly was unknown to her.
"It's crazy that you've done this for years because you still look so young," Y/N said, purposely taking her time with the tie. "If you look this attractive at forty-five, I can't help but imagine you at the start of your career."
Eddie blinked several times. He tried to understand why Y/N's voice was slow and deep. She had never spoken so seductively towards him before. He slightly coughed, he was probably imagining things.
"Um well, same hair, so many crop tops with ripped jeans. The crop tops were not the look for me." Eddie laughed as he thought back to it. Y/N smiled at the sparkle in his eyes as he talked about his life.
"Well, rockstar. You are all set," Y/N said, smoothing his jacket down his chest. "For the record, I'd kill to be a fangirl seeing Eddie Munson in a crop top." Eddie felt like the tie got tighter around his throat as she walked out.
Did she just flirt with him?
~
"How was your day?" Eddie asked, he always made conversation during dinner when it was just the two of them. The boys liked to eat in the living room with the TV, and Paisley wanted to eat with her dolls.
Y/N wasn't mad about the alone time she got, and it gave her the excuse to sit close.
"Good. My friend called and ranted about this older guy she is seeing." Y/N said.
"How old?" Eddie asked as he sipped on his beer.
"I think in his fifties." Y/N shrugged, but Eddie choked on his drink.
"Why the hell would a young girl date someone that much older?" Eddie questioned.
"Sometimes the older ones have this sort of attraction young guys don't," Y/N said, lifting her foot slightly to rub against Eddie's leg. She placed her head on her palm and turned her head as she looked at him.
Eddie stiffened as he felt her foot run up and down his leg. She has to be hitting on him right?
"Do you believe that?" Eddie choked out. Was it inappropriate to ask that? Why did he hope she'd say yes.
"I do, but only with one man in mind." She said, her fingers moved forward to his hand. But then they were interrupted.
"Y/N! I SPILLED ON LUCY."
Eddie jumped back. He could feel his palms sweating and his throat getting dry. But Y/N seemed cool and collected.
"My boss calls," Y/N joked as she stood up and walked out.
Eddie couldn't help but feel like the air got colder as she walked away. He never once thought of Y/N as more than his kid's nanny. But something in the air shifted and he didn't know what it was.
~
Eddie tried not to think too much about the interaction with Y/N. He didn't want to read the situation wrong, but he swore it felt like she was flirting.
"PAISLEY! LET'S GO." Eddie yelled as he pushed Brex and Nate out the front door.
"SHE' S COMING!" Y/N yelled, Paisley smacked her lips to mix her lip gloss.
"You ready to go dance?" Y/N asked as she held the small girl's hand. Together they walked down the stairs. Eddie smiled as his little girl walked down the stairs in her ballerina costume. He also couldn't help but admire how gorgeous Y/N looked in her black dress.
"Wow you look incredible," Eddie said in awe as he shamelessly looked Y/N up and down.
"Thank you, Daddy!" Paisley smiled as she let go of Y/N's hand to run to him.
Eddie blushed as he leaned down to pick her up. "You're welcome, sunshine. Ready to go to your performance?"
"Yes!" she squealed, Eddie set her back on the floor and she raced to the car.
Eddie coughed as he walked outside, he held the door open as Y/N passed through. His back was to her as he locked the door. He felt her hand on his shoulder and he felt his palms sweat. He turned the key as she leaned and whispered in his ear.
"Thank you for the compliment, Daddy,"
Eddie felt himself twitch in his dress pants as he heard her heels walk off.
He shifted himself before he walked to the car.
~~~
The sun was hot and the absence of wind made everyone on edge. The kids spent all morning screaming at each other. Sometimes when Eddie was away, the kids liked to act up more than usual.
Y/N called for a pool day, and the kids raced to change. She grabbed her bag and dug out her swimsuit, full body coverage since she was around children. But it still flattered her body in a way that made the backyard neighbors stare.
~
Eddie groaned as the heat smacked his face as he got out of the car. His suit stuck to him in the worst ways, he hated that he had a meeting on the hottest day of the year.
He walked into an empty house but could hear screams and splashes. He took off his jacket and rolled up his sleeves. His fancy shoes echoed against the marble floors as he walked outside.
"DADDY'S HOME!" Paisley cheered
The boys were tossing a football and lost in their world on the other side of the yard.
Y/N chilled in the deep end and swam over to where Eddie stood. She put her hand over her eyes as she looked up, Eddie blocked most of the sun.
She bit her lip as she looked at him. His rolled-up sleeves and expensive watch, with his dress pants.
"Come swim with us, daddy!" Paisley smiled as she swam along the edge of the pool. She plugged her nose and swam under the water.
Eddie smiled back but didn't say anything.
"Yeah, Daddy," Y/N said, her hand slowly running up his leg, "Come swim with us."
Eddie watched as Y/N smirked, her hand rubbing his leg up and down then she gave a soft tug on his pants.
Eddie knew for sure he had to be hitting on him, then. The smirk, the confidence, and the seductive voice. She was doing it all on purpose. And Eddie found himself loving it.
"I gotta go change." Eddie winked, then shoved his hands in his pockets as he turned to walk back into the house.
Y/N watched him leave with a pleased smile.
~~~
Eddie was in the studio with the band, but his head was thinking about Y/N. Thinking about her at the kitchen table, her wearing that dress and whispering in his ear, and her wet swimsuit that clung to every curve she had.
"Dude! You messed up again. What's going on? Women trouble with Mandy?" Gareth asked, he was slightly joking but he knew Eddie's ex was exhausting.
"Well...not exactly Mandy." Eddie sighed. "I think the nanny is hitting on me." He put down his guitar and sat on the big couch.
His band took a break and sat with him.
"Why would that be a bad thing?" Tommy asked
"Why would it be a good thing?" Eddie deflected
"Because she's smoking hot!" Gareth laughed. "I've had a thing for her since she started bringing you lunch."
Eddie felt his jaw clench as he looked over at Gareth. A feeling of anger rushed over his body.
"Facts. I mean the girl is in her twenties, you know that's a wild night." Keith laughed as he nudged Eddie's arm.
"Can you stop talking about her like she's a piece of meat?" Eddie snapped, standing on his feet.
"Ooo someone's getting jealous." Gareth teased
"I'm not jealous!" Eddie fired back
"Really? So, since she seems to be into older guys, mind passing along her number?" Keith smirked. The whole band knew Eddie was jealous and that Y/N wasn't the only one pining.
"Yes, I will, because I'm not jealous. Nor am I interested." Eddie scoffed.
"Oh come on. You are going to tell us that you don't have a thing for her? She's throwing herself at you and you keep dodging it? Why?" Gareth pushed. As Eddie's best friend he always knew Eddie more than he knew himself.
"She's my employee, it's wrong," Eddie argued
"It's not. You are single, she's single. She's of age and can make her own decisions. If she wants you, go for it. You were stuck in a shitty marriage, allow yourself to feel good and have fun."
"Mandy would be pissed." Eddie groaned.
"Yeah well you ain't married anymore, not your problem how she feels," Gareth said.
"Doesn't matter because you aren't interested, remember?" Keith added in
"Shut up," Eddie said as he smacked Keith's arm.
It seemed Eddie had a lot to think about.
~
Eddie felt his heart race out of his chest as he pulled into the driveway. Was he more interested in Y/N than he thought? Was he jealous? He knew for sure that he'd kill any of his friends if they made a move on her.
Was that jealousy?
He walked into the house and Y/N greeted him from her spot on the couch
"How was the studio?" she asked as she got up. She folded the blanket she used.
"I need to talk to you," Y/N froze and looked at Eddie worried
"Everything alright?" she asked
Eddie nodded and walked towards her. She stayed in place as he stood across from her.
"Have you been hitting on me?" He asked, he pushed his hands into his pockets and turned his head to the side, almost mocking her with the question.
Y/N felt very nervous and felt less happy with her recent comments. "Um...uh." she stuttered, she couldn't look at him.
"Don't be nervous, pretty girl. Just want to see if I read your signals right before I ask something." He said, gently rubbing his finger across her cheek.
"Ask me what?" she asked, moving into his hand on her cheek
"Can I take you out on a date? This weekend while Mandy has the kids. No work or anything. Just us two and a nice dinner."
"I'd like that," she said as she smiled
~~~
Y/N had never felt so nervous to pull up to Eddie's house. She took a deep breath as she drove through the opening gate.
She wasn't sure what to wear to a nice dinner so she grabbed the same dress that made Eddie stare all night during Paisley's recital. She dressed it up with different jewelry and shoes. Hair and makeup are slightly done.
She was so excited but so anxious. What if she totally screwed this up? He's been on thousands of dates. He's a rockstar, not like he had to impress her. She had to leave the lasting impression and she was worried she wouldn't be able to.
Then she couldn't help but think of Mandy. She knew Eddie didn't love any part of her anymore, but Y/N was the girl after the ex-wife. What if that didn't mean anything? What if it was a rebound?
"There she is," Eddie smiled as he opened the door. She didn't even have to knock, almost like he was waiting right at the door.
She immediately blushed as he handed over a bouquet of red roses.
"Didn't mean to keep you waiting," she said nervously, she grabbed the flowers, loving the way he didn't pull his hand away as their fingers touched.
"No worries at all. I was ready an hour early. First date nerves, I think." He chuckled.
"You are nervous? Why? I'm the one going on a date with a rockstar." She laughed. Some of her nerves were already washing away. She guessed she had forgotten how comfortable she always was around him.
"Because I'm going on a date with a beautiful woman and I have to make sure I don't scare her off." Eddie laughed.
The two smiled like idiots as they stared at each other.
Then a long honk jumped them into reality.
"I guess Mr. Rem is ready to leave." Eddie chuckled, and Y/N laughed with him. Eddie grabbed her hand and gently walked her out the door. He locked it behind him, lacing their fingers again as they walked to the big black SUV.
"Oooo a driver. Definitely the most impressive date I've had." She teased, Eddie blushed and held the back door open for her.
"A girl like you deserves to arrive in style."
But Eddie didn't get the car for that reason...he had some different ideas running through his head when he ordered it.
She settled inside and saw that the driver was blocked off. They truly had the backseats all to themselves. The thought caused her thighs to clench.
Eddie slid in next to her, he knocked twice on the window to the driver and the engine roared to life.
~
It didn't take long to arrive at the restaurant. The beautiful patio lights lit up the outside. His hand was in hers as they walked through the huge crowd. Cameras flashed everywhere but she was so focused on Eddie.
She couldn't believe she was here, on a date with her boss crush.
They made it to their table. The inside was just as gorgeous as the outside. A private booth for them in the back.
Champagne on the table on a bucket of ice. He had everything prepared and she truly felt special by it all.
There was no awkwardness. Their conversations flowed perfectly as they finally got to talk about themselves. No talk about the kids or his ex. Just a night focused on them getting to know each other.
A few drinks in and she started to feel herself getting warm the longer she looked at him. He had his dress sleeves rolled up and his arms crossed. His biceps practically beg the shirt to tear in half so the muscle could breathe. His expensive watch shined underneath the dim light.
He was telling a story, she felt guilty for not listening as her leg began to move. Her heels touched his foot as she slowly slid it up his shin.
He made a sound, then played it off as a cough as he continued to tell the story.
But the story got harder to remember the more she slid up his leg. He took a sigh of relief when she removed her leg.
His head was straight again as he went back to the story. His moment of relief ended quickly when this time he felt her bare foot working its way up his thigh.
He coughed harder, needing a sip of water as she watched him amused.
He never had a girl make her moves on him. He loved that she wasn't shy to show how bad she wanted him.
He thanked himself for choosing a dark restaurant and tables that made the couple sit intensely close.
He stuttered over his story as she landed her heel on his covered cock. She smirked as she felt the hardness underneath. She pressed down lightly, adding pressure.
He whimpered behind his glass of champagne. Swallowing the liquid with his remaining moans.
"Anything else for you two tonight?" The waiter asked, before a single second passed, Eddie was already answering.
"CHECK, the check please."
Y/N laughed behind her hand as the waiter walked off.
Eddie smirked and ran his hand underneath the table. His soft hand landed on her foot as he slid his hand up and down her shin.
His touch set electricity through her body.
~
They rushed into the car, the second the door was slammed shut, she was on Eddie's lap.
The two messily made out as the car began to pull off.
They weren't in sync, both hungrily touching each other anywhere. Her hands were all in different directions as their tongues worked together.
His hands slipped under her ass, pushing up her dress. Her underwear-covered cunt was pulsing on top of him. He could feel her heat and wetness against his dark jeans.
She spent months teasing him, and he was ready to get her back.
He softly picked her up, slamming her down on his thigh. She dropped her head back as he used his hands to move her hips. The rough material of his jeans caused her underwear to stick against her cunt. He moved her back and forth, controlling just how much she could move on his thigh.
His lips were on her neck as she yanked on his hair.
She humped his thigh in bliss. The windows steamed as she panted. His teeth and tongue were on her neck, creating a trail of marks down her exposed chest. The dress was high on her hips as she rubbed herself faster against his thigh.
"Feels good, huh? All those little games," he whispered, his hot breath fanning her ear, "just waiting to get in this exact spot. To be rubbing yourself against me, feeling that orgasm building inside that sweet little stomach. I bet I could fuck you so deep we'd see me inside of you."
She melted at his words. Yanking harder at his hair she picked up her pace.
"Now who's in control?" He challenged, his tongue licked the outside of her ear before he moved back down to her lips.
She whimpered as his tongue swallowed her moans. Her hands came down to slam on his chest as she felt herself getting close.
"Gonna," she breathed out, her eyes closed with bliss, pushing and pushing to feel the orgasm hit her like a truck.
But all she heard was a deep chuckle and the feeling of his hands picking her up from his thigh. He grabbed her left leg and positioned her to straddle his lap.
Her cunt pulsed around nothing as her clit burned with no relief.
She looked down at him, disappointment all in her eyes as she pouted at him.
"Oh, I'm sorry, pretty thing. Did you think I was going to let you cum that easy?"
She felt like she could cum from the dark look in his eyes, the glimmer of control shined. His lips turned up into a cocky smirk and she wanted his lips against her cunt more than ever.
"You've got such a long night ahead of you," he said as the car came to a stop.
She fought to catch her breath as he softly pushed her to the seat next to him. She watched as he palmed himself over his jeans before he opened the door. He reached in for her hand, kissing the skin before he helped her out of the car.
She stumbled, the orgasm still on edge between her legs.
Eddie chucked darkly as his hand landed on her ass, walking her to the house.
She wanted to thank the driver but she needed Eddie inside that house.
The second they made it inside, she jumped into his arms. He caught her and slammed her against the closed door. He took a little mercy for himself, allowing himself to rock his hips against hers. The small friction on his cock made him moan, biting her lip.
"Bedroom?" she gasped as she pulled away.
Eddie nodded, out of breath as he softly landed her on her feet. Her knees were weak. "Race you there," Eddie challenged, his laugh in her ear as he took off up the stairs.
She laughed and raced up after him. There was no way she was going to beat him, but instead of admitting defeat, she cheated.
"Ow!" She whimpered, pretending she hurt her ankle as she leaned down to hold it. Eddie froze and turned around. A worried look on his face as he raced back to her. They were at the top of the stairs, his bedroom a straight shot.
"Shit, are you okay? I forgot how much we had to drink." Eddie said, his hand softly rubbing her ankle. He got down on his knees.
"Yes it's just," she trailed off as she pushed her hands against his shoulders, giggling as he landed on his ass. His shocked face as she stood up and raced to the bedroom.
She made it to the bed, Eddie right on her heels. He grabbed her waist and dove them both on his bed. She laughed as he landed on top of her, his arm next to her head as he held his body up.
He laughed with her, he cupped her jaw as he took in the sight of her. Their laughs grew quiet as they stared into each other's eyes.
"What?" she whispered, her eyes dancing between his
"I was always scared I'd never feel happy with someone again. And you are just everything I've always wanted," he whispered. Her heart raced underneath him. She looked up at him with adoration and love.
She didn't have the words to say, so she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down. He smiled as his lips met hers.
They shared a soft kiss, passionate and sweet. Eddie pulled away and softly kissed down her neck. She hummed in delight as he kissed down her chest, his mature hands pushed up her dress, her stomach bare.
She moaned as he sucked marks on her stomach, he kissed her everywhere. She wiggled in anticipation as his mouth moved near her cunt. He softly kissed her clit over her underwear, loving the way her thighs clamped around his head.
"Patience, darling," he whispered, he reached his left hand up her stomach. He made his way to her chest, easily exposing her breasts from the dress as his mouth continued to kiss her cunt.
She nodded and bit her lip. His left hand played with her chest and nipples as his tongue moved to the inside of her thighs. Her breathing picked up and he could feel the heavy breaths from her stomach against his arm.
"Please, off," she whined, she pushed up her hips. Eddie got the hint and was happy to obey. He kept his left hand busy with her chest, using his right hand and teeth to pull the underwear off her body.
She wished her eyes didn't close with pleasure, she wanted to watch his every move. The sight of his head between her legs was a dream she had way too many times.
"Fuck you look so pretty down there," she praised, a smile on her face as she saw a red blush cover Eddie's cheeks. She wasn't sure why she had such an effect on him, but she loved having him wrapped around her finger.
He was too shy to answer. Busying his lips with something else than talking. His tongue licked up between her folds, he did it over and over. Her hands dove into his hair, she wasn't sure how close he could be but she kept shoving and shoving.
He didn't mind. He loved how badly she wanted this. She locked her ankles behind his head, crying out as his mouth latched on her clit. He softly sucked her clit, humming at the sweet taste of her. He imagined being between these legs so many times, and he wanted to savor every second.
She gasped and moaned, his tongue pushed inside of her, he flicked his tongue up and down, his nose rubbing against her clit. She arched her back, her hips pushed against his face as she began to ride his tongue. He took his left hand and shoved her down. His arm was on her stomach as he pushed her body down. She loved that with one arm, he could snap her hips against the matress.
She tried to listen, she tried to keep her hips down as he ate her out. He removed his tongue, replacing it with his fingers. She whimpered as she finally clenched around something. She was so tight he struggled to slip in and out of her, but he made it work. He forced her cunt to take his three fingers as his tongue worked on her clit.
That same feeling was bubbling in her stomach.
"Please, Eddie, please," she begged
"Dammit," she whined as he pulled back, he slowed down his fingers. Slowly slipping out of her as he pecked her clit one last time. She never had someone eat her out the way he did, or touch her. She couldn't help but not understand how Mandy let him go, but she was glad she did. Because that's what led Eddie to be in between her legs.
"Oh so close, huh?" Eddie mocked, he looked down at her as he stepped off the bed.
"Yes," she whimpered. She watched with hunger as he unbuttoned his shirt. He was teasing her and she could see how much he loved it. His fingers slowly worked through the buttons. His hairy chest and tatted torso came into view. She leaned on her elbows as the shirt fell to the floor. She took in his naked chest, loving the paste of his skin.
She settled on her knees and slowly moved to the edge of the bed. He stood watching as she crawled towards him. Her eyes begged as her hands scraped down his chest and landed on the top of his jeans. His boxers strap poking out, her fingers slid underneath it.
Eddie looked down at her, he traced her cheekbones as he smiled. She took it as a yes, her hands quickly unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. He helped her, stepping out of the jeans. He leaned down and pecked her lips. He smiled as her eager hands palmed him over his boxers.
It was clear what she wanted.
He stepped back, taking off his boxers, shoes, and socks. He was bare, and she sat in heels and a pushed-up dress. He didn't like that.
He easily tore off the dress, the seems ripping as the material shredded underneath his hands. She moaned at the sound, loving the way he tossed the dress to the side.
"Leave the heels on," he said, she nodded. She felt shy as he took in her naked body, ranking his eyes up and down. She could see his cock twitch and it made her crave him even more.
She was done waiting. She waited years to have him this way. She spread open her legs, she sucked on her fingers then trailed them down her body. She spread open her folds, inviting him.
He crawled back on the bed, using his hands to push her legs even further apart. He held his cock, teasing her clit as he rubbed his tip up and down against her cunt.
He slowly pushed his tip inside of her, and both moaned in bliss. They finally felt what they had been working for. Eddie rested his body on top of her, using his right hand to hold her hip as he pushed himself further inside of her.
"Fuck you're so big," she whimpered, she never felt herself get so stretched open.
"You can take it," he said softly, his soft lips kissing all over her face. He kept pushing himself, her cunt kept pushing him out but he kept pushing in.
"Y/N" he moaned, loudly. She loved hearing the sound of her name slipping from his lips. He sat fully inside of her, waiting to move as she adjusted.
She had tears in her eyes as it burned.
"Shh, I know, I know. But you are doing so well." he praised, his lips softly pressed against hers. She took a few deep breaths and calmed herself down.
She nodded, telling him to move.
He watched her closely as he pulled himself almost completely out of her, then pushed right back in. She moaned as he did it a few times, keeping a slow pace.
She clawed down his back, her nails breaking the skin. He arched his back as he felt the sting, causing his cock to fully push inside of her. Just like he said, he could see a bump in her stomach.
He softly grabbed her hand from his back, placed it on her stomach, and pulled out.
"Keep your hand right there," he said
She nodded, her left hand on her stomach and her right held on to his neck, her nails digging into the skin.
All of a sudden, he snapped his hips forward, his cock instantly filling her whole. She felt something hit her hand, she looked down as Eddie began to thrust. She could see a bump forming then leaving, then coming back. It matched the rhythm of his hips.
She moaned when she realized it was his cock. She could actually see it inside of her.
He picked up his pace as he felt a burn in his stomach. He edged her, but he had been doing it to himself. He needed that release. He fucked inside of her, fast. She felt like she needed to hold on to his shoulders by how fast he fucked her.
She clenched the sheets beneath her as her cunt took it all. She knew she'd be bruised tomorrow and it was so worth it.
His left hand found hers on the sheets, and he laced his hand with hers. She squeezed his hand and he squeezed it twice back.
His right hand went between their bodies and found her clit. And just like the two times before, that feeling settled in her stomach.
She sobbed as she begged. Tears flying down her cheeks as she clenched around his hand and cock.
"I got you," he cooed, he leaned down and placed his lips on hers. He moaned as he tasted her salty tears as they dripped down into the kiss.
Her mouth went slack against his mouth, and with no warning, she came all over his cock. His fingers messily rubbed her clit, and a rush of excitement filled him as her cunt squirted all over his body.
She cried, shook, and screamed as he fucked himself inside of her. She tried to smack his hand away from her clit, but he wanted to get every last drop of that squirt. She was sensitive but obedient to his touch.
The sight of her tears, bruised lips, and his dark pubs covered in her squirt pushed him over the edge.
"Fuck that's it, that's my good girl," he praised, his hands now on her hips, and fucked her as hard as he could. He moaned as he emptied himself inside her.
Her body went limp as he slid out of her. She collapsed into the matress. Her eyes were too heavy to stay open.
Eddie watched as his cum dripped out of her and onto the sheets.
"Looks like I'm gonna need new sheets," Eddie thought out loud. Y/N smiled with her eyes closed.
Eddie slipped away from her, walked to the connected bathroom, and got a warm rag.
He walked back to her, her tired eyes watching him as he cleaned her up. She flinched as the warm rag touched her cunt. Eddie softly cleaned her up and tossed the rag with the mess on the floor. He slipped off her heels and kicked up her legs.
He rested next to her and pulled up the blanket at the end of the bed. He wrapped his arms around her, her head tucked into his neck. Her naked body pressed against his. He kissed her forehead and ran his fingers through her hair.
"That was incredible," she said. her fingers traced shapes on his chest.
"I've never felt that amazing in my life," Eddie admitted.
After a few moments of silence, sleep took over as they tangled their bodies together.
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Eddie woke up to pounding at the front door. He squinted as his eyes adjusted to the morning sun. Y/N slept peacefully next to him. He crawled out of bed, careful to not wake her up.
He grabbed one of the free sheets and wrapped it around his naked waist. The pounded continued as Eddie made it downstairs.
He ripped open the door and was shocked to see Mandy standing there.
"Finally! I've been pounding for five minutes," Mandy scoffed. She took in Eddie's state. The post-sex hair, the scratches on his chest, and the look in his eyes.
"Who do you have in there?" Mandy asked, she tried to look into the house but Eddie blocked the door.
"None of your business. Why are you here?" He asked.
"Paisley forgot her stuffed animal and last night was hell. I want to sleep tonight so I'm here to pick it up." Mandy said.
"I'll grab it, stay here," Eddie said, he turned around and Mandy couldn't help but feel a burn of jealousy in her stomach. Even more nail marks were down his back.
"Who was she?"
"Who?" Eddie asked, looking around the living room.
Mandy let herself in, and Eddie rolled his eyes.
"The slut who painted your back and chest with her sleezy and cheap nails." Mandy scoffed
Eddie turned around with a glare, "First, I already said it was not your business. And second, she's not a slut."
"Oh, little girlfriend? Gotta stand up and be her little knight and shining armor?"
"Look, we are divorced. My love life has nothing to do with you. Send Paisley in, I don't know where she left it." Eddie sighed
Mandy went out and got Paisley, she excitedly ran to her dad with a smile.
Paisley went up into her room, grabbing Lucy from the corner. As she walked out of her room, she saw Y/N sleeping.
"DADDY, WHY IS Y/N SLEEPING IN YOUR BED?"
Her screams jolted Y/N awake, a panicked look on her face.
Eddie froze as the words hit the bottom floor.
"YOU'VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!" Mandy screamed
Y/N flew out of bed, holding the blanket around her naked body. But she wasn't fast enough.
Mandy was racing up the stairs and Eddie was hot on her heels.
"MANDY DON'T," he screamed
Mandy walked right past Paisley and landed her eyes on Y/N. Her body was covered in Eddie's bed sheets. The dark marks on her neck made Mandy's blood boil.
Eddie sent Pailsey downstairs as he walked in behind Mandy
"YOU'RE FUCKING THE NANNY!" Mandy screamed, "HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN FUCKING HER?"
"Keep your goddman voice down. The children don't need to hear anything. This was the first night we spent together. We haven't been sneaking around or anything. We went on a date and we had sex. We are grown-ups. She wasn't working, she was my date." Eddie explained
"I would never be with Eddie like that with the children around," Y/N said
"You shut your whore mouth." Mandy snapped
"HEY!," Eddie yelled, "You will not speak to her that way. The kids had no idea about us, until now."
"What you think he actually likes you?" Mandy scoffed. Her eyes locked in on Y/N.
Y/N nervously looked at Eddie but his eyes reassured her.
"I do, and I really like him." Y/N stood up for herself.
"You cannot be Eddie's girlfriend and nannying my kids at the same time. I forbid it. I hired you and I can damn well fire you." Mandy snarled
"No! I love this job and I love these kids." Y/N pleaded
"Should have thought of that before you opened your legs."
Y/N looked at Eddie and hated how silent he suddenly became.
"I'm sorry, Y/N, but she's right."
Both women looked at Eddie shocked. Mandy couldn't hide her smile as Eddie walked closer to them.
"What?" Y/N whispered, tears filling her eyes.
"I didn't want to have this conversation in front of Mandy, nor us being naked but, I have to fire you," Eddie said as she stood in front of her.
Y/N felt tears fall as she looked at Eddie.
Eddie reached forward and wiped her tears. Eddie placed his thumb on her trembling bottom lip. His other hand cupped her jaw and he softly rubbed her skin.
"Why?" she whispered
"Because I can't pay my girlfriend to hang out with my kids." Eddie smiled.
Y/N felt the relief fill her bones as she smacked Eddie's chest.
"You dick!" She laughed, "You scared the hell out of me."
"What do you say? Quit this job and be my girlfriend. The kids already love you. You can continue to stay here, just in my bed this time. Not the spare room."
"Sounds perfect,"
Eddie beamed down at her and captured her lips in a kiss. It was gentle, short, and sweet.
"I'm still here!" Mandy stomped.
"Why? Paisley got her stuffed animal. You are welcome to leave," Eddie said, letting go of Y/N as he walked over to Mandy.
"Because I still have a day before the kids come home, and I want to spend it fucking my girlfriend," Eddie smirked.
Mandy stomped her way out the door.
"Sounds like we have a busy day," Y/N winked as she tugged the sheet out of Eddie's hands. She bit her lip as she took in the sight of his naked and used body.
"Indeed we do," Eddie said, throwing her back on the bed. She landed with a laugh as he crawled up her body and pushed his lips on hers.
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What about older mechanic eddie being invited over for dinner as a Thank you for helping your dad fix his car. The whole time he's eye fucking you and making little innuendos about you. You hope they are about you but you don't wanna get your hopes up since he's older and has barely spoken to you. This is obviously before they hook up. But like thought of reader pinning for him and thinking it's one sided. Her never ever telling him bc even though she likes him he kinda intimates her too.
older! mechanic! eddie x fem! reader
you have blessed me with dirty thoughts anon, and i love you for it. 😫 also, sorry for the wait !! had a conflict the past few days with my schedules.
here’s pt. 1 that’s connected to this imagine!!
suggestive themes under the cut
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“the car’s been fixed, honey?” you heard your mom from the kitchen ask your dad who’s just arrived from the mechanic shop along with the following of other footsteps by the front door. you guessed it was a problem with the engine or something, you didn’t really care. absently watching the tv as your ears picked up your dad’s reply.
“yeah. munson did a great job on this one. and he charged cheaper than that one shop up downtown.” your dad’s cheery voice caught your attention with the familiar name. you tried not to think of him as you continued your attention to the shit being blasted in the tv.
“that’s great, honey! he’s such a sweet man.”
“he is. i’ve invited him for dinner, darling. as a thank you.” your dad smiled as your eagerness turned to the max.
“oh, he’s here?” your eyes widened as the footsteps from the front door came in. you could distinctly smell of his cigarettes as your cheeks turned warm.
“munson! you can come in now, don’t be shy. my wife’s smitten with ‘ya.” your dad laughed as your mother chuckled, you remained silent seeing as mr. munson came in with a huge smile on his face. greeting your mother with a kiss on her cheek, your father patting his back. god, did he look good. in a leather jacket with jeans on, a tight shirt underneath it and his familiar stubbed jaw in view. as much as he looked intimidating, you knew your mother was hesitant about your next door neighbor, he looked very— metal, as what you can describe. your dad, however, didn’t care, he was open to him the moment he knew mr. munson owned a mechanic shop. let’s just say that they got along talking about cars. typical.
you’ve seen mr. munson from time to time. well—usually, you knew him from the moment he had just sat on his porch. you could remember that day very clearly. he had move in his trailer five months ago, you were a curious gal, you had heard from your dad that there’s a new neighbor that just moved next in. you would usually dismiss that, not wanting to be inclined with anyone, let alone another old grumpy neighbor you’ve reckoned from the start.
well, no.
he sat there, smoking, a cigarette on his pink lips. beard freshly shaved, still a stubble but so very hot. almost like that movie moment wherein this slowmo scene starts, the main character’s eyes would widen and slowly utter the word ‘wow’ in slow motion. you were almost like that except that was in your stupid mind. he looked good, so good with his knees spread apart while he sat on the chair in his porch. looking serious and calm. puffing away with his tank top on and work overalls tied to his waist. sweat glistens on his biceps, and god those tattoos. finger-cladded rings held the tiny cigar as he blew a smoke out, gulping afterwards as his adam’s apple bobbed deliciously.
and you wondered what he’d be like when fucking. is he rough? demanding? gentle? experienced in tongue and fingers due to his matureness and probably his previous relationships? it’s shameful to presume he’s a sex god, and you did wondered what size of his cock was underneath those dirty and grease stained overalls. you didn’t know but he looked like a guy who would capture anyone’s gaze. certainly he had catch your innocent ones. would he corrupt you perhaps? call you his girl? make you his?
you would’ve bended your knees for him right now if he wasn’t a stranger. well, that didn’t matter anyway you’d still suck him off. slut yourself out for a man you barely knew. a man who probably doesn’t go for girls like you. he certainly looked like he was a rocker, metal kind of guy. he’d go for women like pamela anderson or michelle fucking pfeiffer. bombshell girls! you were none of that. you’re just his neighbor. and as intimidating as he is to talk to— which you never did, you’ve never denied you have a massive crush on him, you thought it would go away after a month. but no, surprisingly. he just has that charm. and you couldn’t understand why. you’d just wallow this stupid feelings up knowing the thoughts in your mind will never happen.
“it’s nice to meet you, mrs. y/l/n.” mr. munson smiled as your mother let out a giggle. his voice was 100% better hearing in person. you could dream about this later.
“gods, if i knew my husband would be bringing you here for dinner. i would’ve cooked something more for the occasion!”
“there’s no need for that! i’m flattered, mrs. y/l/n. i already heard from your husband you’re a great cook. been dying to taste your dishes.”
“you’ll love it, munson!” your dad roared, kissing your mom’s cheek as she chuckled.
“you’re very charming, mr. munson.” your mother blushed as you rolled your eyes. even though he looked intimidating, at least he was very attractive. the conversation lasted as you didn’t want to pry at them. only it to be broken once your name was called. fuck.
“oh, and my daughter, y/n. i’m sure you’ve seen her.” your dad added as he immediately eyed you from the couch to greet the guest. you stood up, a little nervous as you shyly walked over to them, mustering out a small hello to the man. he seemed to find you cute as his grin widened.
“yes. i’ve seen her. pretty girl.” his voice lowered, as you met his eyes for a moment. pretty!? your cheeks went warm seeing his gaze stay on you as your dad roared out stories of you to him. he absently licked his lips, you swore you could’ve died right there and now. he just looks so hot. you averted his gaze, shameful already thinking about a man who’s a decade older than you. very shameful indeed.
and he called you pretty. you’d hope it was just not for kindness but to be true. you didn’t want to be that desperate knowing if it was true.
“y/n, honey, why don’t you set the table? and get a beer for your dad and mr. munson.” your mother requested as you obediently nodded. the evening transpired as the dinner table was loud as ever, your dad roaring fatherly laugh joining in as mr. munson seemed to charm him of his stories and jokes. you quietly ate your food, glancing at him from time to time to admire him. get a nice closer look at your girly crush.
he was seated next to your mom, your dad was seated always on the end of the table. you were seated in front of mr. munson, next to your dad, getting a nice view of him. he seemed nice, complimenting your mother’s cooking now. and he hasn’t talked to you which was no surprise. the older adults were talking and you’d guessed that he’d be focused on your parents.
“and i tell you this, munson—“ your dad roared as you munched on the peas and meatloaf. kinda boring you couldn’t do anything. the peas were a little sweet to your liking, probably your mother added a little too much sugar when she cooked it in salted butter to balance it out. you let out a quiet sigh, seeing the salt and pepper shaker in the far middle, you were about to move and grab it, yet a large hand came to view and handed it to you with ease. oh god, you’d have to thank him now! he grinned as you accepted it from his hand, blushing a bit seeing him eye you.
your gaze lifted up to meet the man’s eyes as you quietly thanked him in a shy tone. he still looked a bit intimidating to hold eye contact. “t-thank you, mr. munson.”
“no problem, sweets.” he says, winking. you weren’t sure if you felt your lungs being grip out but your heart was surely beating too fast. and under your shorts, you felt damp as ever. god, this man!
throughout the whole dinner, you’d be talking a bit as your dad would tell your childhood stories to his neighbor, who’d look at you from moment wherein you’d be glancing at him. it was embarrassing to think how many times you’ve met his eyes, chocolate brown orbs that would have a glint once you’d notice him staring back at you. your panties felt wetter, the shorts you were wearing were feeling tight. the whole room felt warm and you were slowly breaking in the inside.
“sweetie, grab a cold beer for mr. munson, will ‘ya?” your dad smiled as you nodded. standing up, a little aware of your shorts sticking to your ass. you should’ve changed earlier but that didn’t matter as you rounded to fridge just right behind you.
“you’re not married, munson?” your dad asked.
“no. still single. unfortunately.” he chuckled.
“oh, heaven’s why? you’re too handsome to be without someone, isn’t that right, honey?” your mom quipped as you opened the refrigerator, sighing at the gust of cool air brushing against your skin as you bended down to grab the beer in the far corner.
“well, i haven’t really settled in with someone yet. nothing really clicked back then.” his eyes stared at your ass, you grabbed the beer with a snicker seeing it in the far corner. unaware of the set of dangerous pairs of eyes staring at you with heat. your parents asked why as he replied, feeling his jeans tighten underneath the table,
his voice lowered as he gripped his fork tighter. “just waiting for the right one, i guess.” he replied, gulping seeing you stand up now. your ass still deliciously being hugged by those goddamn shorts. your parents unaware of their own neighbor eyefucking their daughter’s ass. you sat back down, giving him the beer as he gratefully grasped it, fingers brushing against yours. you looked at him seeing his gaze become somewhat hungry as you shied away. his touch sparking something inside your belly.
“thank you, sweetheart.” he grinned, you nodded, averting his stare, feeling a little naked in his gaze. that hungry aura to it, you didn’t know if you were overthinking or not but it must be all in your head that he’s being overly flirty without actually flirting.
“obedient is she?” your dad laughed as he patted your back as you smiled awkwardly. “she’s always been a good girl to us. helping us out even if she’s busy in college right now.”
“really? a good girl? haven’t broke rules yet, sweets?” he joked as your parents chuckled. you shook your head embarrassed as mr. munson licked his lips.
“nope. n-not yet.” you replied, still a little shy. even though it was a partial lie. you’ve rebelled only once and that was with a boy back in prom. usual teenage horniness. your parents didn’t know shit about that.
“keep it that away, sweetheart. you never know when you’ll be tempted to break some.” he added, smirking seeing you blush furiously knowing the meaning. your parents agreed to it as he never tore his gaze from you. intent to make you feel hot in your spot. it was so cute to see you squirm in his eyes, now he’s wondering if you’ll squirm and wriggle the same once your under him for real next time. your sly glances and stares were not so sly now seeing as he confirmed his suspicions the past weeks. he’s got you in his trap. but for now,
he’ll hold on to your obvious crush on him ‘til you get the courage to ask him for a good fuck that he’ll gladly agree.
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key to the storage unit/ oh but I gotta know? thank you!!!
object + emotion prompt list here! still accepting!!
19. Key to a storage unit.
20. OH BUT I GOTTA KNOW??? I GOTTA
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Kravitz could have sworn that being sneaky used to be a lot easier. Maybe people— necromancers, in particular, because that's those are the only people Kravitz had been around for a good while— had just been stupider in the past? It was possible, considering the amount of necromantic knowledge that just got fuckin' blasted into everyone's heads thanks to Story and Song. People had definitely been more dumb when he was alive at least.
But maybe he was coming at this from a weird point of view, considering that he was still getting adjusted to having two people with him on every single mission. The two people who, in particular, had done most of the necromantic research that got blasted out to everyone. And the two people who had multi-classed in so much shit that Kravitz wasn't even sure what their main class was.
Kravitz missed when he only had to worry about Lup and Barry in abstract. Like, "wow, these folks have died way too many times, that's fucked up!" and not "if I say one wrong thing, they will immediately swarm me like over-eager dogs and demand to know where I'm going and if they can go with me".
Unfortunately, Kravitz was bad at saying the right things. So here he was, swarmed, just trying to get his work done.
"We have a storage unit???" Lup said, stepping out of the portal behind him. He heard Barry trip, but he didn't turn to help, because one: Barry should know better by now, and two: Kravitz had to mentally prepare for what was coming next.
"Yep," Kravitz said, walking up to the building. "Well, it's more of a warehouse, if we're being honest, but same difference." It was bleak and cold outside, but it always was in the astral plane. He'd given up asking for a heater long, long ago. Lup and Barry followed behind me.
"And you never told us because…??"
Kravitz stopped at the door, sighing. He turned to face them. Barry's glasses had begun to fog up due to the temperature.
"I need you to promise," Kravitz said, very seriously, very professionally, "that you will not take anything that is in there back with you. Okay? Just like, a little promise—"
"A prommy," Barry said. Lup nodded in agreement.
"A prommy, sure," Kravitz said. "You gotta prommy you won't take any of this shit home, okay?"
"What happens if we do, though," Lup said. She paused. "By accident."
"The Raven Queen will be very, very mad at you," Kravitz said. "Also, depending on what you take, it could fracture the connections between planes, or like, your mind, or your body, or someone else's mind or body, or— a lot of bad shit, is what I'm trying to say. Do you promise?"
Lup and Barry shared a look. That was never a good thing.
"Cross my heart," Barry said, drawing an X across his chest and holding his hand up, like a boy scout.
"Hope to die," Lup said sweetly.
That's… as good as he's going to get, probably. Kravitz turned back to the door, using his pinky to slice another portal through realities and reach his hand into it. He really needed to clean out this pocket dimension, because the minute and a half he spent rooting around in it did not help his cool factor, even like a little bit. He found like, fourteen pens before he found the key.
"What's even in there?" Lup asked as he dug around the pocket dimension. "I gotta know. For science reasons."
"Mostly pens," Kravitz said, embarrassed.
"No, the storage unit, babe," Lup said. "I couldn't care less about your fucked up pocket dimension. Taako's got a whole ass spa in his pocket, it can get worse than that."
It can, but Kravitz wasn't going to say that.
"Oh," Kravitz said. "I knew that."
"Sure you did, bud," Barry said.
"Well, uhm, it's a lot of different stuff?" Was that the key? Aw, fuck, nope, that's a fifteenth pen. "Mostly confiscated necromantic stuff— which you promised not to take!" He could practically hear their disappointment. "Mostly books, but there's some huge ass bones and a few like, cursed objects? It's hard to— You'll— you'll see what I mean."
At long last, he pulled the key out. The key itself was black and sapphire blue, with a raven skull as the bow. Behind him, Barry snapped in appreciation. He slid the key into the door, unlocking it, and then placed the key back in the pocket dimension, so future Kravitz could deal with it. (Future Kravitz would not.)
The room was large and, much like he said, mostly filled with books. There was a loft up near the rafters and rickety stairs that led up to it. Most of what was in here was dust, if he was being honest. Dust and spooky, illegal stuff.
"Alright," Kravitz said. "Much like the Eternal Stockade, this room is mainly a waiting chamber. We're trying to outlast the magical energy these objects have, basically. You should just be able to like, feel if the curses or enchantments have worn off already. If they have, we can start a pile right ov— and you're not listening anymore. Great. Stellar."
Barry and Lup had immediately split off behind him. Lup was headed towards the big bones, Barry was poking around at some of the books already.
Kravitz sighed again. It was going to be a very long day.
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In The Heights
Sam Wilson x Reader
A/N: The end is so cheesy and I love it 🤭
Summary: You don't like heights. You don't even like going up the elevator in Stark Towers. So your hero friends with the ability of flight, Tony, Falcon, Rhodey, and mayhe even Steve since he's always jumping out of planes, they find this the most amusing. Bruce understands, he doesn't like heights either. Good old Bruce.
Sam, and Steve are taking Bucky to Coney Island, and want you to come along. You have a blast with the games and such, but when Sam convinces you to go up the Ferris Wheel...
Warnings: Cursing, fear of heights? Is that a warning, maybe a few sexual implications if you squint real hard
Sam Wilson x Reader, Avengers x Platonic! Reader, Steve Rogers x Platonic! Reader, Bucky Barnes x Platonic! Reader. Tony Stark x Reader Platonic! Bruce Banner x Reader Platonic!

"I'm not making fun of you," Tony laughs, Bruce shaking his head.
"Yes, but you are," Bruce defends you. Tony laughs again, squeezing your shoulders. "No hard feelings?"
No, there weren't and he knew as such. Your fear of being up high came up at Tony's offer to let you take the suit for a test run. The joking in the hallway was what followed.
The three of you were in Tony's kitchen, late at night, past 3.
"Bagel?" You hear Tony ask, and you go to decline, but you are stopped when it smacks you in the face.
"Wow, okay," Bruce laughs, taking a bite of an uncooked pop tart. You had all been working in the lab all day, and as you normally did, you were unwinding in the kitchen. It was around 2 am, but you weren't exactly being quiet.
"Okay, nobody cry, but I have to bail tomorrow," Tony says, and you set up the bagel you didn't want before, but actually kinda wanted now. "Morgan has her first ballet recital. Promised I would make it."
You and Bruce aww, and you pop your bagel into the microwave.
"Well, I have a dinner tomorrow," Bruce admits bashfully.
"Oh, ho, ho," Tony laughs, you adding, "Good luck on getting laid."
Bruce nearly chokes on his poptart, and you pat his back in reassurance. "Use protection buddy."
"What about yo- Are you microwaving a bagel?" You look at Tony confused, before realizing you were indeed cooking your bagel in the microwave. No plate either, just straight on the microwave plate inside it.
"Oh my god," you shake your head, taking it out, and then dropping it on the floor. It was hot.
"Maybe you should get some rest," Bruce laughs as he helps you discard of your ruined treat.
"Yeah, probably," you shake your head at yourself. "You guys go to bed too. I do not want 72 hour Tony to make a comeback."
"Yes dear, of course," Tony nods solemnly as you walk out of the kitchen to your own bedroom in the compound.
You woke up the next morning, rolling over in your bed to che k the time on your phone.
11:47 [am]
"Early," you muttered to yourself.
You tried to cover your face with the pillow, blocking out the sunlight streaming through your blinds.
"Miss L/n?" A female A.I voice comes out through your ceiling. "You have a message."
Your eyes squint up at the ceiling, in confused thought.
"Would you like to hear it?" FRIDAY asked.
"Who's it from."
"From Mr. Wilson recorded on the 90th floor kitchen area 11 minutes ago."
"...okay, what's the message Fri?"
"He would like you to meet him, Mr. Barnes, and Mr. Rogers downstairs in an hour. On the 90th floor," She clarifies the last part.
"Why?"
"It was not said in the message."
"Yeah, but you listen to us 24/7, what are they doing?"
"I believe they've spoken of going to Deno's Wonder Wheel Amusement Park this afternoon."
Oh great, you think, pulling yourself out of bed. To be fair, you had absolutely nothing better to do with your day.
Might as well have a little fun.

"Your Captain America! Just do it!" You insist.
"It's not fair," Steve says. God damn him, and god damn his morals. You wanted that fucking turtle.
Bucky came back from the snack stand with Sam, handing you a thing of fries.
"Oh, good, Bucky, you don't have morals," his brow furrows at your words, opening his mouth to say something, when you start speaking again. "That. You throw the balls at the jars, knock them all down, you wij the big turtle."
"I could do that no problem," Bucky shrugs.
"Good heres five dollars," you hand it to him, and take his slushie. Steve looks annoyed, but follows Bucky to the tent. Probably to keep guard, or maybe just stare at him. Steve was weird like that.
You take a sip of Bucky's slushie when your sure he's not looking, turning to Sam.
"I feel like we're third wheeling on their date," Sam groans, motioning towards the two by the tent. You giggle at the thought.
"Probably are," you take another sip of the blue sludge. "Must've invited me so you didn't feel too lonely."
"I wanted to invite you," Sam says off-handley. "Good thing I did."
The sun was setting and the ride and games were glowing in bright colors all around you.
The four of you walked, ride to ride, you clutching your giant turtle plush, and much smaller stuffed seagull as you walked.
"That! We're doing the Ferris Wheel," Sam takes your prizes from your hand, giving them to Bucky. "You two can sit on a bench and stare into each other's eyes or whatever."
Before you can protest, and you seemed to be the only one who was going to, Sam had dragged you up to the line.
"Are you sure? It's high?"
"Huh? Yeah, no, it's such a great view."
You could feel your stomach turning cartwheels, and your breathing was shaky. You put on a smile, saying, "Oh, I bet."
Maybe I should say something, You thought as you nervously waited in line.
Maybe I should say something, You thought, now at the very front of the line.
Maybe I should say something, You thought, now in the seat, moving upwards.
Up.
"Look how beautiful," Sam marveled. You tried to grip the bar in front of you, to hold steady, but you rocked the cart a little, causing your heart to stop beating.
"Car- Hey, are you good," Sam looked at you, puzzled. You looked about ready to have a panic attack as you now clutched the side of the cart.
"Maybe I should've said something," you start, trying to look away before realizing that was a shit idea. Sam looked into your eyes waiting for an answer. "I don't really...do heights."
Sam looked at you for a minute, and you were worried. Worried he would think you were babyish, and stupid. He laughed, and you feared the worst. "You should've said that before we got up here."
You were over halfway up. You breaths were short and heavy, but as you released one tight grip, from your left hand, you felt Sam clutch it tightly.
"You gonna be fine?" You nodded at his words. You didn't look at the sights around you, as it made you queasy. Instead, you looked at Sam.
You took in his sweet face, and his chocolate brown eyes. His hand was soft and warm wrapped around yours.
As if feeling your stare, he turned back to you with a crooked grin.
"Preparing for the worst?" You were confused for a second, before realizing.
You stopped, and it scared you more than it should've. Here you were, at the top, higher than ever.
You took a hesitant look at the sights around you. It could be beautiful. The lights, the structures, the bustling nature. All you could think about was falling to your immediate death.
"You scared?" Sam asked.
"Yeah," You admit. It always felt good to say it.
"I have an idea to keep your mind off it," you turn away from the sights, and face him to further inquire.
You feel his lips warm and gentle against yours as his hands hold your face gently. You melt into his kiss.
Suddenly, the heights weren't so bad.
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hi! i love your writing, and wanted to ask if you'd like to write some wolfstar with fem/genderfluid sirius? have a nice day/night!
So not only did this request come in but today I followed a car blasting the Killers "somebody told me" and because I am in so deep in this fandom all I good think was wow this is incredibly wolfstar coded. Anyway, this is what the combination inspired - enjoy! with love
The Bit (1/1) (wolfstar)
It didn't really matter where they went, they were often the best dressed couple. Remus looked sleek in formal wear, a shiny black suit with velvet lapels. His soft curls in a mop on his head, and a confidence now that drew much more attention than any of his scars.
Remus was a perfect contrast to Sirius, whose shoulder length black hair was flowing, effortlessly smooth and wavy at the same time. Sirius had a sheer black top that hung just off the edge of their shoulders, and matching not-so-see-through pants that waved with every one of her steps.
All eyes were on them as they walked into the restaurant.
"Hello, Reservation for Lupin please," Remus said. His tone sauve, but husky and low, a sound that generally made Sirius go mad. Remus knew it was working, as Sirius gripped his arm tighter.
The host nodded, ran his finger down list, and then turned to grab two menus. "Please follow me," they said.
They were led to a small candlelit table, one Remus had asked for specially, as it was the table where they had their first real date. Sirius noticed immediately, and reached their hand across to intertwine her fingers with Remus'.
The waiter came shortly after, reading them off the specials. Then the waiter turned to Sirius then Remus and back, "anything to drink for the lad... lady?"
Sirius eyes brightened, and a matching smirk appeared on Remus' face. He squeezed Remus hand before pulling away and addressing the waiter, "I'll have a cosmopolitan," they said, voice deep but sickeningly sweet.
It was Remus and Sirius' favourite joke to watch others try to figure out Sirius. Mostly because it took so long for Sirius to figure themselves out, and for her to be okay with who he was. And partly because everyone was still so daft that Sirius never got gendered the same twice.
Remus' chuckle brought the waiter back to reality, who turned away from Sirius quickly to ask, with a very politically-correct pursed lip, "and a drink for you?"
"The house red will do, thank you," Remus said and nodded, dismissing the waiter who was struggling to keep a blank expression.
Sirius used to get upset about it, and she still will when it's people who they care about or who should know better by now. But Sirius is long past worrying about what strangers think about them, and he loves how much joy Remus gets when Sirius fucks with the ignorant.
Remus took Sirius' hand back, turning it over to splay their fingers open and kiss her palm. Sirius swooned.
"Moony," Sirius whined, shamelessly.
Remus looked up and caught his gaze, "my lovely lovely boyfriend, you look absolutely beautiful princess, and I am endlessly thankful that you let me in your life."
And as Remus spoke, the pair fell more and more in love. But Sirius couldn't help but burst out laughing as the waiter shakily placed the drinks on the table after hearing the whole encounter, and then rushing away. Remus joined in the laughter as they watched their favourite waiter, a trans man, smack the current waiter with his order pad.
#I am in no way condoning ignorance#but this may or may not be based off a real life experience#sometimes you just have to laugh#also hopefully this is much nicer after yesterdays turmoil#sorry about that#marauders#wolfstar#remus lupin#fanfic#lgbtq+#marauders era#sirius black#remus x sirius#sirius orion black#remus john lupin#genderfluid sirius black#all pronouns#marauders fandom#just fluff
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"He's gonna sell it all 'cause he's Danny Phantom"
that's so fucking funny, i hate how much i love this!! i have made it way too long, rip to my five sentence rule - there's such a goldmine of content here lmao
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"I'd say it's been going on for... about a month now?"
"Two months," Sam interrupts. "It started just after your parents came in, remember?"
"Oh, Ancients, yeah, them. I can't believe I forgot that."
"Yeah, dude, it's thanks to them that this all started!" Tucker's practically vibrating in his chair, far too cheerful about the whole thing.
"Yeah," Danny sighs, looking directly into the camera. "Thank you, Mom and Dad. Thank you very much."
"Danny's parents are ghost hunters, which, as you can imagine, got Michael very excited. And very into ghosts. He accused Meredith of haunting him the other day, now he keeps spraying her with holy water and yelling 'Begone, foul spectre!' He's really taken a liking to Danny's parents."
"Can't imagine why."
"Yeah, and then—then—" Tucker dissolves into laughter, wheezing as he tries to catch his breath. "Then he brings in that personal trainer! In her yoga pants and crop top, with a pilates ball and everything! Sends her over to—to see Meredith, and then—oh Ancients—then when the woman leaves and Meredith is still there, he locks himself in his office and blasts the Lord's Prayer!"
"We think he mispelt exorcist. Hired someone in exercise instead."
"Exorcists are all phoney, anyway! And PTs are only slightly less phoney, so make sure you do your research and get someone that actually knows what they're doing before you commit, kids." Danny says, pointing down the camera. "That's how I got so jacked."
Both Sam and Tucker share a look before bursting into even more laughter. With a soft smack on his arm, Sam can't help but tease, "Please, you're 5'4" and look like you'd break your arm if you ever picked up a ream of paper. No wonder your sales are so low."
"Wow, that's so rude. I can't believe you'd do me like that. I'm 5'4 and a half, thank you."
"That's right, babe, and we love you for it."
Their laughter peters out and the trio slowly pull themselves upright in their chairs, remembering the cameras and the story they're meant to be telling.
"Honestly, thanks to these guys, the past few weeks have been a nightmare."
"Now who's being rude? At least this is one of those fun nightmares that you can laugh about later."
"Nope, this is a normal nightmare that everytime you think you've woken up from, you get back to work and see your boss dressed up in a hazmat suit that your parents sent him and realise that actually, maybe the real nightmare was the work colleagues you made along the way."
"Oh. Yeah, that sounds about right, sorry, Danny."
Tucker puts him on the shoulder and stays silent for a grand total of five seconds before turning back to the camera with an ecstatic grin on his face and a deep breath.
"Anyway, everytime one of us goes into Michael's office, we sneak something off his desk and blame ghosts. Sam's hidden some speakers in the ceiling that play recordings of her crying on a timer."
"I should have been an actor. I also got some of the warehouse guys in on it, so everytime Michael goes down there they'll throw a box or two around and make some ghostly moans. Didn't even ask why, they just agreed."
Sam's back to looking very proud of herself. Danny's back to cradling his head in his hands.
"Is that why Boxy's been about lately? Guys, seriously? I need to sleep!"
The only answer he gets is a shrug as Tucker turns back to the camera.
"Oh, and I've also installed a script on his computer so that whenever he types the word 'ghosts'—or 'goats', again, he's not really great at typing—his screen starts getting all staticky and closes down. He shrieks everytime, it's so funny!"
"I wonder if he'll go with a different PT to exercise his office next?"
"We should suggest P90X—your office ghost free in three months or your money back!"
Sam and Tucker are both burst into laughter, sinking deeper into their chairs as Danny just shakes his head. It takes a solid minute for the two to calm down, and more than one pointed question from the producer to get them back on track.
"Where's it going? Does it really have to go anywhere? Can't the joy of the bit be destination enough?"
"I wish it would go away," Danny groans, still not lifting his head. "I get enough of ghost hunting in my free time, I don't need it here, too."
"I've changed Danny's employee file to list him as deceased just to see how long it takes Michael to notice."
"Seriously? Tucker, really? That's—"
"Genius, Tuck. And then we can be all: 'Michael, what are you on about? Danny's been dead for three years!' I can't wait to see his face!"
"You guys know that Dwight's going to actually try to end me if he finds out, right? Pretty sure Dad slipped him a Fenton blaster before he left."
"You know what they say," Tucker says, grinning directly down the camera, "'Gaslight, Ghost them, Get pranked, boss!'"
#danny phantom#danny phantom crossover#dpxthe office#fuck you andy#this was so funny#was going to go with the classic stapler in the jello prank#and just keep it small#but what can i say the spirit of pranking just overtook me and i became a vessel in this dumb little ficlet#thank you for the suggestion!! it was very fun ^^#i knew i wouldn't be sticking to five sentences but like damn. i didn't even try#didn't even get close with this one smh#this is mainly just dialogue and i don't apologise for that. love dialogue
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illicit affairs | eleven
*Ellie's POV*
When I woke up, Matt's side of the bed felt cold and empty. Maybe he was already awake, but it was so quiet you could've heard a pin drop. I shot out of bed and looked around my apartment but he was actually gone. He didn’t leave a single trace of himself here. My body fell onto my couch as the silence drowned me, this hurt more than I expected. I fought tears as I went back into my room to grab my phone and saw I had a text from him.
I’m sorry I left this morning and didn’t wake you. I don’t think I could handle saying goodbye to you again. I still want to be your friend, but I need some time. Take care of yourself, Matthews.
I sadly smiled as I re-read his text. He probably wanted to be left alone so I deleted the paragraph I wrote. I checked my other texts and saw I had one from Noah. Seeing his name on my phone again was giving me some serious deja vu.
I’ll be landing around 6 tonight if that’s okay?
Of course…do you want me to pick you up?
No I’ll get an Uber… I saw the 1975 are in town tonight so I got us tickets. Show starts at 8 so be ready when I get there :)
Trying to schmooze me already?
… is it working?
I’m not admitting anything, Sebastian.
I’ll take that as a yes ;)
I rolled my eyes, he hasn’t changed a bit when it came to pursing me. I looked at the clock and it was 10:30…did I really sleep in that late? While I waited for Noah to get here I decided to deep clean my house and change my bedding since it hadn’t been done in a couple weeks. I threw my headphones on and put Bad Omens entire discography on shuffle while I cleaned. The entire time I hummed along to the lyrics…I had to smile, I missed their music so much. Depriving myself of their music was torture.
The clock read 3:30 by the time I was done so I headed into my bathroom to shower and get ready. My head still couldn’t wrap around the idea of Noah being here in a matter of hours, it felt surreal. I was worried it would be awkward since we haven’t spent more than five minutes alone together in a year. At least we were doing something tonight that would take the tension off of us for a while.
I got out of the shower and did my usual going out make up: a classic black wing and red lipstick. After I blow dried my hair I threw it into some rollers to give it volume. The carpet in my closet almost had a hole in it as I paced around deciding what to wear. The 1975 always reminded me of my early twenties where tumblr was all the rage so I grabbed a simple little black dress and paired it with an oversized denim jacket and black high top converse.
How as it only 5:30? Shit this was dragging. I poured myself a glass of wine while I waited for Noah to get here to help ease my nerves. I blasted The 1975 to pump myself up, getting me really excited for the concert. I had been so wrapped up in work and my life that I forgot they were coming to town.
Just getting out of the Uber, how do I get up?
Buzz 1634, it’s also my apartment number :)
My heart started to thunder in my chest as I waited for him to get here. My hands were also shaking and becoming clammy as I polished off my glass of wine. I ran to my deck and opened the door to get some fresh air, taking deep breaths until I heard a knock on the door.
He’s here.
My footsteps felt heavy and slow as I walked to the door. Fallingforyou started to play in the background, how fitting. My breath hitched as I unlocked the door and was met with Noah’s beautiful face. Fuck I missed this and him.
“Wow...” he stopped and looked me up and down. I watched his every move until our eyes met, causing a pulse between my hips.
“Thanks for the compliment.” I joked to lighten the tension. I moved out of the way and he walked past me with his luggage. “How was your flight?”
“Quick.” He replied, his eyes scanning my apartment this time. I guess this was his first time here. “Folio was right, your apartment is fucking sick.”
“Thank you.” I swallowed. “Make yourself at home.”
“Do you mind if I shower and get ready?”
“Not at all. You can use the bathroom in my room or if you’re okay with bath toys you can use the guest bathroom.” I suggested as I pointed down the hall. I wasn’t sure if it was appropriate for me to suggest mine but he was so tall I thought it would be a better option.
“I’ll use yours.” He says, licking his lips. I shifted my weight to my other foot as I watched him walk towards my bedroom. Fuck he was making me so nervous. He turned around and gave me a final look before closing the door.
Tonight was gonna be interesting.
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Gale Reviews: ML Season 5 episode 18 Emotion
(So this is completely far ahead in the order and I will likely revisit this when I am able to see it in order. But if this doesnt deter you from reading this review. Spoilers below)
-Andre is here. And is like "Wait, no drama this time?" Then is happy. I am still mad at you andre, but you are a mood
-I really hoped he was planning on leaving
-Wait a minute, they going right into it? Like no drama? Marinette and adrien about to kiss? NO WEIRDNESS? What is this?
-AND RIGHT ON CUE, interuption
-"Was that weird that he left tikki." "Bitch you both weird af"
-WAIT! THEY CONFESSED ALREADY! FUCKING FUCK GLOOB! I WHY WOULD YOU... I... SHIT BALLS DICK HOLE. FUCKING FUCK
-Okay, I am calm. But apparently they havent kissed officially yet
-So Marinette decided to back off on the scheduling thing which is why she doesnt know. Good for her
-Kagami fighting with her mom with kendo swords and then lila shows up...
-Lila... what are you up too. Also Kagami and Adrien are getting introduced as king and queen at this ball which is awkward af because they arent together
-Still has feelings... Oh.... oh no.
-"You arent a precious stone, you're just a stone!' ROASTED. Kagami roasting bitches by the open fire
-No kagami, you SHOULD mean to hurt her
-What the heck, Zoe out here blasting these parties. Good on her.
-Zoe being a good friend here and helping Marinette work stuff out and then giving her a means of getting into the ball.
-So the masks are the way to get in. Also Ali is there. Neat
-Nathalie being passive aggressive is fun
-Lila got denied!
-Kagami laughing over Marinette and adrien being together and having fun. She gets some joy out of that.
-Tikki growing so tired of Marinette's Bulls***
-Good thing those Mask dont have pictures of the person they actually look like.
-Why was adrien stunned at Kagami's ring... Unless... THATS NOT ADRIEN
-Amelie is here and Felix is missing?! Well that confirms my theory
-GET HIS ASS AMELIE
-He didnt invite her to the ball, what the f*** gabe
-"There is always a choice." damn Amelie. Putting Nathalie on blast
-How did she get that dress on so fast. Also Marinette is slaying it.
-They really just copy and pasted that one girl in the background like 5 times
-Chloé just took Marinette because she thinks she's a rich girl. Oh no
-Marinette saying her underling's name was Chloé which is funny to me. Girl shot her insult
-Kagami saying adrien is being the brave assertive guy she always wanted him to be, but Adrien (who I know isnt adrien) is being flirty af. That is Felix, 100%.
-I am like 99% sure Kagami is a sentimonster now
-Adrien/Felix really out here slinging massive dick energy. Like kagami is smitten but cant help but feel its off
-Marinette... thats not Adrien! OH NO
-Gabriel heard the name Marinette and IMMEDIATELY knew s*** was going wrong
-Marinette was precious and I cant help but think, Aww she doesnt
-Wait... IS it adrien? No it cant be something is off. He isnt adrien
-Wow these are lame rich kids
-THERE IT IS! I KNEW IT WAS FELIX
-Where is Adrien?! Also did Chloe just JUMP HER! OMG
-OH SHIT HE JUST TRANSFORMED. Also its dope af
-Wait did he just summon a moon? DID HE JUST GIVE HIMSELF THE POWER OF THANOS!?
-And Chloé is gone. Felix is MVP
-Argos, thats such a cool name
-Gabriel is gone! Felix you lovable little bastard. You are great. Keep it up
-Kagami looks so devastated. BABY GIRL
-Felix cares about his cousin, thats cute
-HE JUST DROPPED MARINETTE IN THE TRASH!
-Marinette wants payback! FOR STRIKEBACK
-OMG! HE GOT A MUSICAL NUMBER! FELIX GOING FULL DISNEY VILLAIN
-OMG I LOVE THIS SO MUCH UNIRONICALLY
-Felix just embracing it. I feel so much joy (10/10)
-Felix also says NO COPS
-Ladybug really letting Felix have it. Go girl!
-Felix just kicked her into a building.
-Wow... so the Peacock miraculous makes him super strong too? wtf
-Felix trying to make a better world with no masters or slaves.
-Tell me youre a sentimonster, without saying you are a sentimonster
-Felix really thought this out. So bascially saying he will thanos the world.
-Ladybug looking for a solution with... NOTHING?!
-Omg there is no solution. OMG THERE IS NO LUCKY CHARM
-Oh.... I get it hehehe
-Ladybug called his bluff.
-Yo... empty paris. Dark
-KAGAMI!
-Wait... Adrien? Did he ... oh he made the sentimonster earlier and snapped adrien first! thats how... OMG
-So he made the moon earlier in a ring. And they did all this to save adrien
-He planned this for weeks. DAMN so he hid it in the fake ring. Smart
-Its kind of funny that Kagami is just swinging at him like crazy, and Felix has been acting like a little kid thinking he did good. I feel kind of sad man
-You can be happy without your father adrien. But everything else you said is true
-Felix realizes he done goofed. Its sad he went from evil to adorable. Baby boy.
-Marinette's plan worked. Because Felix wasnt a true villain. Nice
-So Polygami coming back anyone? BRING ON THE THRUPPLE!
-"My friend... My sister." Yea Felix is 100% a sentimonster
-Yo... can i give Felix a hug. He needs a hug
-Oh so now you can make ice cream for the 3 of them. Sure Andre. You bastard
-The ring... Gabriel... you son of a ....
-And apparently Lila knows he's monarch apparently?!
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So I am missing a LOT of what happened. Thankfully it seems like i can piece together a few things.
Adrien, Kagami and Felix are like 99% likely to be Sentimonsters.
Yep... so thats a thing
I think I will rate this a 8/10.
I may not like all the revelations that happened. But Felix stole the show and I loved every scene he was in.
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wip wednesday! the bitch who said they would be finished with this (zolu) thing by next week (today) was a liar. but! good news, it’s gonna be two or three chapters long because it’s getting that out of hand. i probably won’t post this until the whole thing is finished, then i’ll schedule the chapters out a week at a time. i’m still only at ~15k because i trashed the original 7k and restarted about a week+ ago, but it’s definitely much better than it was.
text under the cut! this is still a draft, so apologies if it’s rough--but it keeps making me laugh every time i edit it, so i thought it might be fun to post.
Nami waves the parchment through the air, and Zoro can see that it’s a stack of drawings—map drafts, probably. “Don't ask me! It's just faster this way,” she says, frustrated. “You're the only one who ever knows exactly where he is.”
Zoro rolls his eye. “Well, I haven't seen him yet, so—oh, no, wait,” he says, pausing just for a moment, and Enma almost bites him. Zoro adjusts his grip, frowning because that's not how this works, and changes to a closing stance. Discipline. If Enma will not cooperate, Zoro will not give it what it wants. As he moves, he tilts his head to the side a little and grunts, “Here he comes,” to Nami, who blinks at him.
“See?” She replies, exasperated, “It's ridiculous.”
Zoro almost shrugs. “It's just observation haki,” he says, and Nami just gives him a look he can't even begin to interpret.
She huffs, “It's really not,” and just sort of stares at him for a second before whipping her head to the side as the frantic slap! slap! slap! of familiar sandals comes within hearing range down the hall. “Wow, that was—”
“Straw Hat!” Law’s voice erupts from out of sight, followed by a manic shishishi!
Nami turns her gaze to the ceiling, and Zoro can’t help the snicker that escapes his own mouth as a second enraged yell echoes after them both—Kid, screaming, “Get back here! I’m going to fucking kill you!”
Nami rolls her eyes, and then turns to where Luffy has presumably turned the corner (still out of Zoro’s line of sight), and Zoro sees her eyes bulge. “Luffy, what are you—” As Luffy’s laughter gets louder and louder, more hysterical, and the screams behind him change in pitch from livid to unhinged.
Seconds later, a pale (and yellow? blue?) blur blasts past the doorway, narrowly missing Nami and moving so fast that her hair physically whips with the force, and Zoro hears his Captain shout, “Sorry, Nami!” between giggles.
Nami opens her mouth to say something, but he’s already gone—and then Kid and Law both appear, shoving each other out of the way, red-faced, wheezing, furious—and without pants. Kid has his devil fruit engaged and Law is yelling, Grab him, what are you even good for? At the same time Kid shouts, “Aren’t your powers fucking teleportation?” and then they’re off again, screaming at each other (“He’s fucking rubber, magnets don’t work!” He’s moving too fast to stay in my range!) and screaming at Luffy, whose howling laughter is already starting to fade in the distance.
Nami blinks at Zoro, expression completely bewildered, and Zoro blinks back—and almost doubles over with his own guffaws because only Luffy could steal clothes from two pirates powerful enough to take down an Emperor and then streak half-naked across a fucking castle, flapping their pants in the wind behind him like bait. Nami recovers as Zoro dissolves and she throws her hands in the air with a kind of incoherent noise of frustration, but Zoro can see that she is trying desperately not to burst out laughing herself.
He grins at her and exhales, “We’ll figure it out on the ship,” and she snorts, rolling her eyes a little.
“Yeah,” she replies, smiling fondly. “We’ll have to.” Then she waves a little and turns to go. “Don’t be late.”
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NOT THE BEST ROOMIE! 🥀 BLADE
synopsis: sharing an apartment with blade isn’t the best option. there’s many reasons why but your number one reason is that he’s secretly crazy. he might be. well, he is crazy. and he’s also the killer going around xianzhou. double whammy.
cw’s: cursing, mentions of murder, violence, reader stays strapped
notes: another idea i had in mind. but he’s js so…. fine. written with a modern au in mind, mild hsr spoilers???? (i can’t play anymore so….. idek if it would count as spoilers. 🤷🏾♀️)
genre: action
songs recommended: frankenstein by rina sawayama, drama and trick or trick by aespa, crazy girls by toopoor, proud mary by tina turner, outside by big boss vette, mascara by deftones
having a roommate isn’t bad, but if it’s with a guy who’s cold, somewhat unapproachable, and his room’s decorated all black with led’s as the only light source? in your eyes, that’s a red flag. unlike your room, covered in cute band posters, sanrio figurines, a makeup cart in the corner, natural light filtering in from the pastel yellow curtains, and a speaker blasting twice and other artists that you like, as well as fashion magazines being plastered on your desk and your computer.
but how did you become roommates with blade? well, that’s what he likes to call himself. in his words: it disgusts him when someone uses his real name. which is understandable. the day he moved in with you, your life changed for the worse. well, he was kicked out of his last apartment due to some discourse and he couldn’t find a place to stay. well, he did stay with silver wolf and kafka but decided to move out after ‘the incident’.
“so, you’re the quiet guy everyone on the block is talking about! i’m your roommate felicity, it’s soooo good to meet you-!”
you’re ignored by him because he’s carrying his stuff in. all he says is: “i have no time for introductions. thank you for letting me stay.” it hurts your feelings a little bit because of how dismissive he is. but you don’t mind it, he’s still warming up to you.
after a few minutes, you knock on the door to his room. no answer so you just *creeeeaaaak* open it a small bit. “i was wondering if you needed any help- AEONS!” what awaits you is a sight. he’s the complete opposite of you! everything’s all black, including his curtains. “ummm…. wow. that’s something..” you mumble. he seems to have a lot of stuff from different countries. keeping note of that.
“do you need help? those are a lot of boxes.” you ask him politely. he just seems to ignore you, why? but a few seconds later he responds with just a flat “no thank you. i do not prefer help.”
the night came to xianzhou faster than lightning, and you ordered and got something delivered for dinner, you were eating and binge watching the newest drama that came out on netflix recently; when you realized that the other container in the bag was untouched.
blade said he would be ‘headed out for an evening walk’ which was quite odd because there was a serial killer going around xianzhou, the media said that whenever he finished his “job” he would leave a red spider lily. which symbolizes death in a sense. the focus around you shifting to the paper bag on the counter and the ambience of the tv became muffled. you have a very bad feeling in your gut, you feel as if you might regurgitate everything you’ve eaten these past ten minutes, your head spins, you feel weak. but after that sensation goes away, a news report flashes on your tv screen. it was of a new killing. just in the newsroom.
you recognize the person who was killed… it was your colleague tingyun, who was very much possessed but didn’t realize it until jing yuan did an exorcism in front of everyone that same day the realization hit him. “…nah. that’s fucked up. all the way fucked up.” you mumble. you hurriedly get up from the couch and throw your trash away. before unplugging your phone and smart watch. you fiddle your thumbs and put in the passcode, unlocking it. you text your other colleagues and family. to make sure they’re safe. they all said yes, except for a band of people you were close friends with. march 7th, caelus, stelle, welt, dan heng, and himeko. a few minutes later, yukong reaches out and asks if you’re safe. same with jing yuan.
you reply with a no due to the fact your now not-so-roommate was the serial killer going around xianzhou. you had to deal with him before his next victim.
“that’s it. that draws the goddamn line.”
you say with a straight face; at this point it’s on sight. you bust the door down to your room and go into your closet and rummage through your closet to find a lockbox. a lockbox containing one thing you use in emergency situations. a gun. you place it on your desk as carefully as possible. from your dresser drawer you grab a fresh change of clothes in order to be comfortable for the night ahead. you’re hunting him down. you grab a small black purse that’s also mildly spacious. you place your gun, your phone, pepper spray and a few other things in there. including your keys to get back inside.
you then change from your usual clothes into a black crop top, a black and hot pink jacket and wide-leg pants that are also black. you were really ready to hunt down and beat blade’s ass. you swiftly run to the door of apartment to unlock it. after doing so you fiddle with your bag and finally get ahold of your keys in order to lock back the door.
after exiting the apartment building your anger is through the roof, tears of rage pricking the insides of your eyes, every sense of calm and peace is out the window. what’s on your mind is vengeance, answers and his motive. well you bet that jing yuan and them are hot on his trail. they may be. but they can’t really catch him. after a few hours, maybe six-seven hours later you catch him in the rain. soaked in blood, sweat and rain water.
“BLADE, YOU’RE FUCKING SICK!” you scream at the top of your lungs over the rain battering down, pouring down buckets. as if the souls in heaven above were sobbing about this encounter they were witnessing. “I WOULDN’T HEAR THE GODDAMN END OF IT! MY ROOMMATE BEING A SICK ASS KILLER?! YOU’VE LOST ALL MY RESPECT!”
“i am sick? me?! hahaha! you must have the wrong impression.” he charges at you with a knife his eyes wild and his hands and clothes are covered with blood. but he runs to gracefully. but with full force he charges at you until… you pulled it out. your gun. that stopped him in his tracks.
“you ain’t realized i stay strapped did you? you really thought i was defenseless?! surprise surprise… YOU MANIAC!” you spin kick him in the face, the whiplash of the kick mixed with your power and strength had him seeing stars for a few moments. after a few minutes of hand to hand combat, a handsome figure with long black and turquoise hair, his aura being serene and calm. it was dan heng. your best friend. “felicity, enough.” is all he says. his deep turquoise eyes staring down the killer known as blade.
you still breathe heavily all while you’re upset, angry, confused, and genuinely filled with such rage. “dan heng i really recommend that you let me go so i can beat his ass to a pulp-“ he shushes you with just a glare. “enough, my dear.” is all he says in order to have you centered and refocused. but blade on the other hand still has that crazed look in his eyes. “dan heng… old friend, i should have killed you when you betrayed them.” he smiles with a mad look in his eyes. but you were waiting… for a signal. and it happened.
in the nick of time… authorities came and took matters into their hands. taking blade back to the shackling prison where he belonged for him to rot for months to come. after that whole incident your friends decided to help you pack up his stuff. over the next few weeks, you yourself were recovering from such an awful situation. with a smile on your face just like the old times.
…or would he come back? like he allegedly promised when you visited him. you don’t know, you just had to be careful. even in such good times such as this.
#vayne’s book pile 📚#hsr x black reader#writing blade is so fun idk why wtf#i had this idea for a good while#and im so glad it came out well projected
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Loki S2E4:
Oooh, maybe Victor Timely is the guy who pruned Loki in episode one. Or, maybe it was his episode four self. Either way, something tells me we're about to find out.
Whoa, Miss Minutes keeps surprising me.
Also. More of Hunter Renslayer, ooh.
"See you soon" is literally this man's catchphrase.
WHOA, THAT'S A BETRAYAL. Not that I didn't expect it, but wow. Gotta say, Miss Minutes is right, though. Clearly, he didn't really do much.
Alright, let's see what Victor's gonna fuck up.
Who left this man alone after he went through the TimeDoor??
Okay, can't blame him for the crisis though. Not after last episode.
"Your words changed me" is the single most powerful phrase ever. I don't even remember this lady's name, but I like her.
O.B. and Victor complimenting each other and O.B. slowly realizing who he's talking to is the funniest thing ever. He's fanboying over him the way Casey was fanboying over him.
Also, the fact that Sylvie stuck around is pretty neat.
MOBIUS 😂
My man really does not want to go out in the suit again, and Loki's his scapegoat. They are such a married couple.
SYLVIE, STOP ADDING FUEL TO HIS REPRESSED EMOTIONS. LEAVE HIM ALONE.
Brad, what the fuck.
Hah, get called out. You're out of friends.
D-90 and B-15 just stepped into the wolves' den 👀
Not Brad grabbing his collar the same way he grabbed the straps of his uniform in episode one.
Lmao, D-90 getting told to go help Mobius- and just Mobius- watch Victor. Alone time with him oughta be awkward.
Loki defending Mobius 😭❤
"What if you are wrong to believe that this place can be any better? What if I was wrong to spare him? It would be easier to burn this place down and start from scratch." Yes, but as Loki tried to tell you, it's harder to take the difficult path- and, oftentimes, the difficult path is the right one. Nothing that's right is ever easy.
^^^^ "Trying to fix what's broken is hard."
Ahhh, I see you coming around.
Sylvie does have a point, though- it'll be dangerous letting Timely go after this.
"We are gods." drops mic
Wait, you guys didn't try the pie.
Dammit, Renslayer.
OH NO. SHE'S GOING TO KILL THEM ALL.
HOLY SHIT.
That was so horrifying wtf.
At least Brad seems to be having regrets already.
Whatever you do, DON'T LOSE HIM, D-90.
Just. This scene with D-90 and Victor. It's funny and sweet, and I love it-
WAIT, NO. BRAD, WHY.
COME BACK, D.
There's something very significant about D-90 getting pruned exactly one season after pruning Mobius, and I don't know how I feel about it.
Everything is going wrong.
And now they're gonna think Timely kill D-90. Nice.
Well, at least B-15's smart enough to know it was Renslayer.
I can't decide if Victor's a great actor or a terrible one. 😂
"There's still time." Hello, past Loki, you have no idea what our poor present folks are going through right now.
I still want to know why that phone's ringing.
Ah, so Loki literally did prune himself. This moment is like watching Harry save himself in Prisoner of Azkaban.
The look on Sylvie's face Lmao 🤣
ANSWER THE PHONE.
Bet it's Renslayer. Oh. Nvm.
CASEY, WHAT ARE YOU DOING.
Miss Minutes glitching into oblivion is the most satisfying thing ever.
Okay, now that Brad's exposed, someone please prune him. He's expendable.
Oooh, the systems being offline means that magic works in the TVA. 👀
THEY ENCHANTED HIM. 😂
RAVONNA'S BEEN PRUNED.
IT ACTUALLY WORKED, AYYYY.
Okay, is Victor doing this out of the goodness of his heart or does he actually have some sinister plot? Is he about to die?
THIS IS THE SAME MUSIC THAT PLAYED BEFORE THEY FOUGHT ALIOTH LAST SEASON.
I am having a fucking blast with this.
WHOA.
FUCKING RIP.
THAT IS NOT WHAT I WAS EXPECTING.
Thank god it wasn't Mobius or Loki.
SHIT, IT EXPODED.
AND THERE'S THE MUSIC THAT PLAYED AFTER MOBIUS GOT PRUNED.
I HATE CLIFFHANGERS. 😭
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A prompts for you: Telethon, telephone gag…what be happen if Lenny call when Midge is on phone, and he tell something like “I love you” or “marry me”?
Pairing: Lenny Bruce & Midge Maisel
Rated T
She’s been working on Gordon Ford, and after being such a hit with the telethon a few years ago that they’ve asked her to come back as co-host, and she’s killing.
Lenny had wanted to go support her tonight, but they’ve got three kids to look after, and making her parents stay until after one in the morning seemed uncalled for.
So instead he has to settle for watching her be very, very funny from their living room couch.
The kids are up, too, eyes glued to the screen as Midge keeps making everyone laugh.
And Lenny gets an idea.
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Midge is having the best time. Co-hosting, getting to tell jokes for most of the night (and not having to contest with Sophie fucking Lennon) is a blast. Her telephone bit had been so successful that they’ve set aside a portion of the show for her to do it again. As good as she is off the cuff, it’s settling to know that she’s got a few jokes planned this time around.
“Hello, and welcome to the telethon,” she chirps into the phone.
“Mama!”
Midge jumps in surprise and then laughs. “Esther, sweet daughter of mine, isn’t it past your bedtime?”
“Can I donate my piggy bank?”
Midge laughs. “Oh, sweetie, all the pennies in your piggy bank would be very helpful, thank you.”
She laughs to herself, handing off the phone and moving to the next phone, using one of her rehearsed lines this time for a donor.
“Hello, and welcome to the telethon!”
“Hi Midge!”
She laughs again. “Kitty Bruce, your father is a terrible influence,” she teases.
“He knows.” Kitty bats back, and Midge hears her boyfriend bark a laugh on the other end. “Gramma gave me ten dollars for my birthday. Can I donate that?”
Midge giggles. “I’m sure the recipients would be very grateful for your birthday money.”
The next call is a donor, followed by, “Ma! I took five dollars out of your purse yesterday. Can I donate it?”
Midge lets out a slightly undignified laugh. “You want to donate the money you took out of my purse? If I’d known, I would have encouraged stealing from a much younger age,” she jokes before handing off the phone yet again.
She answers two more calls, making the audience laugh with her prepared jokes, and then, “Hello, and welcome to the telethon!”
“I will donate a hundred bucks if you agree to marry me.”
Midge’s jaw drops, her eyes widening for a brief moment before she composes herself. “See, I would gladly accept that donation, but I don’t think my boyfriend would be very happy if I agreed to marry you, sir,” she quips.
“Two hundred, then,” he replies, and she can almost hear him smirking.
“Sir, I promise, I look much better on television than I do first thing in the morning.”
“We both know that’s a lie.”
“You’re right, it is a lie. Birds dress me and mice do my hair before the sun even rises.”
“Two-fifty is as high as I can go. The ring I got for you wasn’t cheap.”
Her heart stops, and she nearly forgets where she is. “You...bought a ring?”
The audience gasps, and if all eyes weren’t on her already, they certainly are now. “Yeah, I bought a ring,” he replies softly.
“Wow, three hundred dollars for arthritis and an engagement ring for me. How can I say no to that?”
“I said two-fifty,” he reminds her, and she smirks.
“Hey, I’m the only one who can hear you, remember? And I heard you say three hundred.”
His laugh rumbles over the line. “Is that a yes?” He asks.
She takes a deep breath and looks directly into the camera. “Yes, Mr. Bruce, I will marry you.”
The audience at the telethon claps uproariously, and she beams, handing off the telephone before heading back to the stage.
#midgelenny#midge x lenny#midgexlenny#tmmm fanfic#marvelous mrs. maisel fanfic#writing prompt#otp: more important than god#jackal fics#answers
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1, 5, 23!
1. What is the best compliment you've gotten on any of your works?
in terms of single comments, i had this one work in my non-tennis ao3 where someone wrote paragraphs about how i captured the essence of the og work and that my fic reminded them of everything they loved abt it in the first place. and like god that floored me. the comment itself was so poetic too and had come almost two years after i’d posted the fic. so just yeah. wow.
but in general, any time anyone says they reread my fic? that hits me sooooo hard every time. like the idea that someone resonated with my work enough to go back to it and then tell me that. it’s amazing yknow
5. What is your go-to way to deal with writers block?
literally just fucking avoid my own docs im so serious. i mean this is horrible and has, on one memorable occasion, led to me shelving a work for two and a half years before finishing it. idk i am very bad at pushing myself to work through writers block unless i have a big goal. like yall heard me bitching and moaning abt finishing my latest fic but i was only able to do that because i really reallyyyyy wanted to get it out before rg lmao
but! whenever i do push myself to get past writers block i usually do two things. 1.) put my phone away or on the forest app that penalizes you for opening apps lmao. and 2.) blast background noise on my headphones, usually from the mynoise website which has a lot of natural/unnatural sounds to use! it helps me concentrate cause otherwise i get too distracted by my phone or my surroundings
23. Is there a project you want to talk about?
well im working on something that will probably be posted within the next 1-2 weeks! it is, as ive mentioned a few times in random posts, not my usual thing tho. by which i mean: this is just angst. like oh my god. the emotional whiplash of having posted my crack fic and now writing this sad shit is wild
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2nd random roommate experience this year: i rate it a -5892352952/10.
ok so story time of what just happened in the past like 30 mins xx. i communicated with this cunt to not come in for at least 3 hrs bc i want privacy while packing bc i have a bunch of shit to pack and its gonna be noisy, its considerate of me to even let her know of this lmfao cuz i know she wouldnt do the same (she hasnt before so<3). so guess what happens. obviously she comes in the room not even after 1 entire hour<3 and sits down and does stuff on her laptop <3. while im frantically trying to pack and get all my shit sorted while trying to make time to study for my final tomorrow. like how much of a cunt move is that to barge in the room and act like im not doing anything and completely disregard what i told you yesterday? its a small ass room to and im going to take up the space obviously.
also she came in with such a weird passive aggressive attitude and it ticked me off. she straight up said "so are you leaving today" lmfaooo help. i had to pause for a few seconds and say oh um im gonna leave my luggages here and leave tomorrow. and she said "well in case you never see me again just know i hope you the best and have fun in [country i will be studying abroad in] in the most disinterested cunt tone like wtf lmfao kill yourself on god. Just kill yourself at this point.
so meanwhile this bitch is sitting down trying to act studious im packing and im making loud noises and atp i started doing it on purpose bc fuck you. like literally leave the room just for a few hours omfg ? and as i was unpacking my luggage the bitch has the nerve to stand right in front of my luggage and just look down on me. naur cuz at that point i had to stand up and give her such a devious fake smiile that my lips started to shake help. like i was so pissed off omfg sorry im just emotional like that. but also truly fuck you and i hope nothing but the worst on you like wow lmfao. im so happy im going to be leaving this shithole tomorrow bc wtf was this entire year.
they always randomly assign me to live with the weirdest cunts that roam the streets of this planet like. truly what was this entire experience? it was pure human torture for me to withstand her insanely annoying routines, her stinky salads, her daily 7AM alarms, her loud ass coffee machine blasting at 7AM, her banging the door shut while im sleeping at 7AM. like shes just a pure, inconsiderate human fucking waste, piece of shit. like ive never had sucha bad roommate experience like this before. guess she wins in that regard! she makes my roommate from last year look like a saint. really.
it just boggles my mind how much of a fucking asshole you have to be to do all this shit to another human being and not think anything of it. at this point it just feels like a personal attack. shes racist for sure lmfao like the bitch is GERMAN.
what a waste of human existence. i know her next roommate will be the unluckiest person alive. lord knows ill be spitting at the door once i finally leave this hell hole tmrw.
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More Than Meets the Eye #42 — The Return of Cybertron’s Waifu
Gee, Swerve, you sure are chatty today. Logorrhea acting up, bud? I’m sure it’s fine, though, nothing to worry about. Certainly not a desperate cry for attention since you’ve been demoted to tertiary cast to make room for newer characters. I’m sure you’ll be perfectly healthy and happy the next time we see you! Okay, we’ve got to go check in on the weird dance-party zombies now. See you later, Swerve!
Nautica and Skids are still on the Vis Vitalis, and boy howdy are they having a time. Not a “barnacle zombie” sort of time, a “private dance party” time. Skids dips Nautica (I think. All the friggin’ kibble is getting in the way of seeing any hand that might be on her back) as he comments on how good of a dancer she is. Nautica deflects, saying that she’s been too shy to really do much dancing prior to this, and it’s not like the Lost Light has many opportunities to break the boogie out between universe-ending crises.
Skids really just went in and flirted with someone without knowing their gender. What a Bicon.
It turns out that Nautica’s home planet of Caminus has a major focus and prioritization of the arts. Firestar flourished in that environment, seeing as she’s an acrobat, actor, and dancer, while Nautica was more of an outcast, what with her being a quantum mechanic. Needless to say, she was pretty eager to go when Windblade called on her to help with the Metroplex thing.
Nautica then reveals that the only reason she’s besties with Firestar is because over on Caminus, if you’re a loner past a certain age, you’re labeled as a social outcast. The actual term used is “persona non grata” but I’m assuming it’s not being used in the legal sense. At least, I fucking hope not. Firestar didn’t have a bestie at the time either, so, perhaps as an act of desperation, she nabbed Nautica, the biggest nerd on the planet who also didn’t have friends. Nautica, not wanting to commit social suicide, rolled with it, despite not totally loving Firestar’s personality.
Wow, Skids is divorced? Never would’ve pegged him as the sort to tie himself down in the first place, but damn.
On Caminus, platonic divorce is seen as the worst thing you can do to a person, and it’s highly encouraged that you work it out instead. Considering that it’s socially unacceptable to be single beyond 10 mega-cycles after your creation, there must be a swarm of folks in loveless friendships over there.
Actually, let me look up how long a mega-cycle is in IDW2005—
Oh, you can’t be serious. No wonder Nautica is miserable in her queerplatonic relationship.
While Nautica’s been explaining the shitshow that is Caminus, Skids has had himself a little sit, and seems to be slowly losing consciousness. Nautica notices this, and straddles the man before she notices the barnacle zombies surrounding them.
Because Skids is very weak right now, it’s up to Nautica to save the day. She readies for fisticuffs, getting promptly clocked in the face for her troubles. The sight of a woman being harmed causes Skids to pass out, and the two are quickly swarmed.
Over in the morgue, Nightbeat and Getaway are still dealing with their own collection of barnacle zombies. Nightbeat’s trying to work through what the fuck is going on, and Getaway gets snippy with him while avoiding getting smooched by a zombie. Nightbeat tries to return the snark, but gets his tit slashed while he’s distracted.
While he’s knocked on his ass, Nightbeat works out that the barnacle zombies were using Countdown as an incubator, and took just a little too much from the guy, thus killing him. This is also the fate that awaits anyone infested with these nasty little things. Better watch out, Getaway.
A rocket blast gets one of the zombies behind Nightbeat, and we finally see where Ravage got to. Ravage had torn into the morgue to try to get away from whatever was setting off his attention deflectors, but they had stopped pinging once the barnacle zombies had been revealed through the power of Nautica’s magic wrench. Here’s a quick rundown of how this works, pulled from last issue.
So whatever’s going on with these barnacle zombies works on the same principle as Ravage’s cloaking.
Getaway would very much like to get away from all the zombies, but Nightbeat needs to look at that famous corpse again, this time with the wrench light properly on it. As expected, it’s covered in barnacles.
Over in the Medibay, Minimus, First Aid, and Velocity are being assailed by the zombies as well, though Velocity seems perfectly capable of putting up a fight, as she fastball-specials a chunk of medical equipment that’s half her size into the throng of creatures. Firestar and Skystriker walk in to see what all the hubbub is about, only for Skystriker to immediately be torn to two. Also, everyone keeps calling him Skystalker, who is a completely different guy with the same color scheme. Looks like someone pulled an oopsie during the editing process.
They have First Aid check the vitals on Skystriker’s lengthways-ed body, as if he doesn’t have enough bullshit going on with Ratchet having run off to go get plowed by a 30-foot tall weeaboo. Luckily for First Aid, and everyone else, the hero of all hours has finally gathered the strength to do what must be done.
Ladies and gentlemen, please give a round of applause to… him.
Nobody does it like you, babe.
As they’re escaping, Velocity notices that the barnacle zombies are having some sort of reaction to Thunderclash. A manifestation of lust, perhaps, for the most beautiful Cybertronian? No time for theorizing, we must flee.
Back on the dance floor, Nautica’s crawled out from under the pile of zombies to stick her fingers into an electrical socket, electrocuting them all and allowing her and Skids to escape. The Vis Vitalis might need a visit from an electrician to make sure all the wiring’s up to date, that seems like quite the surge.
Firestar and Velocity run in at this point, while the fellas seem to have opted to drive. Nautica and Velocity catch up real quick, while Minimus tries to shut the door manually, seeing as Nautica’s power outlet trick likely blew the power. First Aid tries to rouse Skids to help, but honestly, considering how fucking strong Minimus is, I think we could probably let Skids take his nap.
Nightbeat and Getaway speed through the gap, Ravage riding on Nightbeat’s back. Between this and Cyclonus tucking Tailgate into his pilot’s seat, I’m beginning to think that letting someone sit in your driver’s seat is a lot more intimate than one might think at first blush. Earth must have taken some getting used to.
Or maybe a lot of getting used to.
Nightbeat waves the wrench around to check folks for barnacles, while giving everyone an earful on his working theory on what the hell is going on. He thinks that the barnacle zombies are a sort of super-chameleon species, that can become completely undetectable for the purposes of feeding on their hosts.
Then Velocity remembers a sentence structure issue so slight that I’m sure Minimus briefly considered marrying her on the spot for it, and we find out that Firestar is a fucking liar. She’s not the first officer of the Vis Vitalis at all, and she certainly didn’t save this ship from certain doom— in fact, it was the opposite that happened! After Nautica, Chromia, and Windblade fucked off into space for Metroplex reasons, Firestar, Velocity and the rest went to go look for them. They crashed into an asteroid and their pilot died on impact, necessitating Thunderclash come save the day.
Skids wakes up briefly for this news, and also probably because Nightbeat just shone a bright-ass light in his face looking for barnacles. Needless to say, Skids has them in spades. Now we just need to find out why exactly only certain folks are getting infested with parasites.
Now, what do Getaway, Skids, Thunderclash, a star athlete, a military general, and the star actor pilot from Firestar’s crew have in common? If you said “being hot”, that’s… actually not that far off.
Personality ticks are native to the planet of Marasma, which is where Firestar got her hair dye from. They snuck onto the ship and latched onto the pilot, who was one of the greatest actors of her time, which is why she immediately expired when the crash happened. Then they got ahold of Thunderclash when he came to the rescue, because he is the most beautiful, wonderful, charismatic, giving, kind, stunning, generous and understanding creature to ever grace the galaxy with his presence. This is why he had such a slow decline into near-death, despite his spark injury being fixed. His spark injury that was fixed by one of the personality ticks themselves!
I don’t think that tick was licensed, but let’s roll with it for the sake of getting to keep Thunderclash around.
Still, knowing how all this happened doesn’t automatically fix the issue, as Getaway and Skids are still dying, and god knows how Thunderclash is faring, considering that his paint job was already pretty sepia-toned at the start of this arc. Minimus tells everyone to shut up, his mustache turning into an arrow briefly, before he gets pummeled by the door exploding open. The personality ticks are here for blood.
Velocity goes into attack mode while Firestar cowers in the corner. Nightbeat gets his tits slashed again. Nautica makes a bomb out of innermost energon and Firestar’s hair. All this, and the ticks are still coming. Then the bad bitch that Firestar wishes she was walks in and all is well.
Later on, we’re over on the Lost Light giving blood donations to all the guys who had ticks. Magnus, now back in his armor, because I guess the ticks would’ve gone for it if he’d worn it over to the pre-wake, is discussing just what the hell happened with Nightbeat. Nightbeat, ever a lover of the reveal, explains his thought process for what could stop the personality ticks. However, it turns out that Nightbeat isn’t the only man with a brain on this ship, as Rodimus and Megatron were called by none other than Skater. You might remember Skater as the guy who got his tit honked in the previous issue. He, along with fellow faceless friends Flex and Borer, figured everything out and got a solution rolling.
Now that the ticks aren’t chewing on his spark anymore, Thunderclash is set to make a full recovery, and could actually join the Lost Light, now that he no longer needs the Vis Vitalis to live. Ultra Magnus is excited by this prospect, but who wouldn’t be? It’s fucking Thunderclash. Damn shame about the map he made being destroyed by all the post-party ruckus, though.
Over in the shuttle bay, Firestar and Nautica are saying their goodbyes. Firestar is ready to get the hell out of dodge, considering she saw a man get torn in half and had to retire her pride in the same day. Firestar then says that they should consider seeing other people, because she realized how backwards she had everything this whole time; the one who’s got catching up to do is her, not Nautica.
Nautica, knowing how this will go, considering Firestar is the only one headed back to Caminus, refuses, saying that their relationship is just fine, and there’s no reason to destroy Firestar’s social standing over being completely different people. They hug, and the Vis Vitalis shoots off for home.
… I sure hope they discussed that with Thunderclash before just running off, he looked pretty unconscious in that last scene.
That night, at Swerve’s, it’s time for EarthDance, featuring a playlist that I refuse to believe Blaster of all people would approve.
Tailgate makes a request for a secret song. Bluestreak is serving out of a bottle with what might be a Decepticon insignia on it, which has some strange connotations. Everyone is dancing like a fucking lunatic, and I don’t mean that in a good way. Riptide might be playing “Fuck, Marry, Kill” with Ravage, not realizing that one of the options he’s provided him with is his own son.
Tailgate walks up to Cyclonus and asks him to dance. Cyclonus, once again, refuses, stating that it would be embarrassing. Tailgate, pulling from the shit Getaway said earlier, mutters about always being embarrassing to Cyclonus. Cyclonus catches at least some of this, but Tailgate refuses to elaborate, and you know damn well by this point that Cyclonus ain’t gonna clear the air because talking about feelings is for pussies, or something.
It’s at this point that the song Tailgate requested comes on; it’s Cyclonus’s favorite Earth song, “The Power of Love” by Huey Lewis and the News.
Here’s a fun thing to do: in a separate tab, pull up “Power of Love” by Huey Lewis and the News, and stare at this specific image of Cyclonus:
Ridiculous.
Cyclonus, my dude, what the fuck is your arc even doing? You’re a rich old man with a massive sword and a love for a single 80’s power ballad, but you won’t dance and if anyone were to point out how down bad you are for your roommate you’d probably stab them. You are a fucking mess, and I love you for that.
Cyclonus, having realized that he might have fucked up, looks for Tailgate, but alas, too little too late. Getaway has claimed the marshmallow’s dance, swinging him like he’s about to slam the little guy into a wall.
Velocity reveals herself to have stayed with the Lost Light, entering to her own theme music, and Firestar is revealed to have gotten one last jab in at Nautica.
At the bar, Skids congratulates Swerve on an awesome party, and Swerve has a little smile to himself at a job well done. What a great ending to this rollercoaster of an arc! Cheers all around!
…God fucking dammit, Swerve, you’re not slick. I saw the music lineup, you did this on purpose.
#transformers#MTMTE#issue 42#Hannzreads#text post#long post#overthinking about robots#comic script writing
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