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kenyummy · 3 months ago

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✰ 04. the ballad of a bygone blight.

✰ ꒰ ⍣'ˎ˗ platonic yandere batfam / spider! reader ꒱

✰ 04. fantastic four.

SYNOPSIS : being spidey isn't easy. being transported into an alternate universe where you're nothing but a shadow in your house, makes sneaking around a little easier... until you find yourself the apple of their eye... kind of.

note: had to wrack my brain to remember what math i was learning in seventh grade LMAO . sometimes i forget damian is just a little guy in like seventh to eighth grade. crazy. and please let me know if there's any mistakes with pronouns/gender!!! i want to keep this open to everybody so im always trying my best ❤️

also ive realised how chopped harry is in the comics after taking my rose coloured lenses off. basically he and mj have their look in the ultimate spiderman TV show (in my eyes anyway, i kind of just described their appearance based off tgat lmaooo)

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School has never felt so bland for you. Sure, it was never your favourite thing in the world—except for maybe biology—but you'd think that discovering a whole new world in your last year would make it a little more interesting.

It didn't.

It's been three weeks since you crash landed here in Gotham. The most you'd gotten from your family was an awkward "how are you" occasionally, and a lot of staring.

You'd only shown yourself as Spidey a few times to the public, but never stayed for those pesky news reporters shoving their microphones into your face. You'd never liked interviews, anyway.

The only highlight of your long days were MJ and Harry. You'd gotten over the initial shock of Harry being in love with you—convincing yourself that it really wasn't you he liked; it was this world's original you. (Though—that fact still lingers in the back of your mind whenever you talk).

Apart from that, school truly was uneventful. Your kooky art teacher was the only one of whom you actually liked, and it seemed the education here was rather lax. Uncaring. Not good for your future, surely—but you wouldn't have a future here, and you're sure this [name] Wayne will be just fine.

Speaking of schooling—the people here really seemed to hate the Gotham Prep kids. More than what a petty rivalry should be—it was pure malice.

Harry was especially adamant about this.

"They're all dumb, entitled rich kids who use daddy's money to get whatever they want, you know." He stabs his fork into a dry cut of chicken violently. Then points, accusatory, at MJ—who already presents a sneer to him. "And don't you start lumping me in with them—you know I'm not like that."

Her face twists, but soon she grins cheekily. "Okay, fine. Yeah, you're totally not, otherwise nobody here would like you one bit. And who doesn't love Harry, huh?"

"Oh, be quiet," But still, he smiles—damn his head is big. He glances over at you. You're picking around at your soggy broccoli with a frown. "Hey, [name]. Don't two of your brothers go to Gotham Prep?"

You look up at your ginger friend, head tilted to the side before it clicked. Oh, right. Tim and that young boy—Damian, if you remember correctly. Tim barely ever went to school if your diary was still accurate, and Damian had little choice but to.

(Doesn't seem like he'd be the social butterfly type, though.)

"Yeah, they do." You nod, still fiddling around with that vegetable.

"Not that I'm not glad that you're here—but why don't you go to school with them?" MJ leans forward in her seat. "I mean, isn't it easier for siblings to go to the same school?"

Your eyes widen for a second.

There's a few ways you can go about this.

One—you tell them everything you know about your other self. About how you never felt included enough to ask. How you never spent time with them. How it always felt like everything and everyone else was more important than you. How you suffered silently—begging for their attention for years like a house pet becoming a stray.

Two—you could tell them you have absolutely no idea because you have none of your memories of anything from the past years of this life—how you don't even remember all your siblings names half the time.

Or three, and your personal favourite—you can just lie.

It doesn't take a serial genius to figure out which one you chose.

"I guess I just didn't like the rich private school vibe they had going on." A smile falls over your lips. "Plus—you guys were coming here, so it gave me even more of a reason to attend, you know?"

You're not entirely sure that's true. But—if these two were anything like the Harry and MJ you know—then this would probably be right.

Judging from their smiles, your detective skills haven't failed you yet.

"Man!" MJ lolls her head back, groaning. "Can't believe I'm friends with two rich kids who get to choose which school they want—the beat down public or sleek rich private."

"Don't go dissing this school just because you're jealous of their uniforms," Harry snickers, pressing his index finger into MJ's cheek. She huffs and slaps him away.

"Silence, nepo baby. Your dad is basically Lex Luthor if he wasn't bald."

Harry looks more confused than offended at her comment, "Okay, but my dad isn't an evil mastermind plotting against a red and blue suited superhero."

You press your lips together thinly and look to the side, eyes focused on anything but him. Oh, Harry—if only you knew.

Damian Wayne had never truly seen the point of highschool.

Raised by assassains all his life—he had little room, time, and desire to learn about all this nonsense. While he enjoyed arts and fine literature—he couldn't find it within himself to care about the American Revolution, or whatever other ridiculous thing happened in history.

His maths teacher was absolutely, indubitably pathetic. Always on his phone as he assigns mountains of homework (because he never bothers to explain the complex materials they're given) on the latest subject—whether it be those blasted simultaneous equations, or to factorise useless monic trinomials. Even calculating tax and interest on the stupidest of cases.

Damian found himself sitting in the corner of his class in silence, staring down, bored, at the book in front of him. He truly hated math. There's so much real work to be done—crime to fight, plotting organisations to take down.

But his father, as always, is unmoving in his conviction that school is important. For Damian especially, anyway; Drake can skip as often as he likes because he's a senior already. Truly, ridiculous.

For Damian, and—oh.

You.

Bruce always seemed especially insistent on you two going to school. Even when everyone but him knew you skipped every few days and simply come home to wait.

Wait for what? For them?

His brows furrow. Suddenly, the black and white equations on the sheet blur and he zones out. Thinking.

You always did. From the day he'd walked into the manor, you were always there. Unconsciously, he'd notice it. A trait of a good assassin is that they can spot everyone in the room.

A trait of a great assassin is that they can spot everyone inside and watching.

Always, you were watching. Those pitiful stares. Desperate like a unloved pet. If he cared a little more (if any at all), he would've felt sorrow for your state.

Always wanting, but never asking. Never taking. Simply waiting for it all to come to you. He would never understand it. He would never understand you.

He would never understand how somebody could allow themselves to be so weak.

Like everybody else—when he first entered the manor, he proposed to fight you. Assuming—being the child of his father, like he was—you were worthy. That you were strong.

He doesn't know how he could've been so wrong. You immediantly reacted, gasping and clutching your face. He'd nicked it with the edge of his blade after he unsheathed it. You looked at the blood dotting your fingertips, then back at him, eyes wide.

Immediantly, Bruce rushed to his side and pushed him behind his larger, imposing figure—telling you to not interact with him because he's different to regular people. Different to you.

He watched you storm off from behind his father's legs; anger practically blaring off your figure.

Later—he happened to overhear you and Grayson talking quietly. Telling you to not be too hard on Damian, because he's troubled. That he's had a difficult life. At first—he was a tad offended—but that offence could not compare to the absolute fury burning in your eyes.

Though, it all melted away when Grayson's hand ruffled your hair. Like a little kid, you stared up at him, soft and starry-eyed as you unconsciously murmured you'd forgive your new little brother.

Damian dry-heaved. You were so goddamn weak.

So weak, and so normal. Everything you did was completely regular. You were on the same wavelength as the civilians he saved from burning rubble. The same as people who walked down the street, talking about their favourite Justice League member. Who cowered in fear in front of villains—to be saved by those heroes. By him.

You were nothing, and yet everything he could never have been.

(What child does not long for normalcy?)

Damian always thought you were rather helpless, regardless of how regular you were—and seeing you with that bullet lodged in your shoulder—he was right. Not being able to dodge something like a bullet—there was no wonder you never become a vigilante. There was no wonder you needed to be protected.

... Though—he began to think back.

Who did? Protect you; that is.

Whoever it was, they did a pretty awful job at it.

Damian strums his fingers against the hardwood table rhythmically. Face blank but mind running rapidly.

It couldn't have been Todd. No—he seemed to be in a frazzled state of mania when carrying your bleeding body in your arms. Perhaps he too, believed you were safe with the rest of his family.

(Oh how wrong Todd was—he looked livid.)

... Grayson?

No. When he's not in Blüdhaven, he is almost always with the other vigilantes within the family. Not here nor there, and certainly not close enough to protect you.

Not Drake. He never cared enough, despite everything. Not Cain, either. Though the silent protector type—she had too much on her plate to worry about you as well.

Gordon and Brown had their own families to worry about.

And his—your father? The Batman? There was no time for a regular child like you in the Batman's life of vigilantism. Whom he sworn to protect in his crusade now lay bleeding out in his great failure's arms.

...

Did you truly have nobody?

...

Damian couldn't really imagine it. He'd always assumed you had many friends to fill the void that yoir family left with their civilian clothes. ... Perhaps you did. He wouldn't know.

You are his only half sibling. In this world, only he is truly your brother, and you are his only older sibling. Does that not give him the slightest of responsibility?

He'd always been taught to keep everybody at arms length—even his own family. The whole world is out to get the Demon's grandson, then he must fight it. But his father taught him differently.

To protect those who cannot protect themselves—to keep those he cares about safe at any cost.

What of you? He does not care for you in the way an ordinary sibling should. Seeing you so weak, defenceless against him—must mean you trust him in some way.

(It's hard for him to fathom being able to feel so unprotected in a world he was taught was trying to extinguish him at every turn).

Regardless of how you don't belong—or how frosty you act toward your youngest brother—he has a duty.

No matter how hard you try—you can never sever the blood you two share. The others do not have this duty—but he does, because in the end, you are his. None of the others bothered, so Damian must.

You are everything he could never be, he has realised. But in the end, you are blood. It runs thicker in the veins than any water, and that is one of the most important things to Damian.

Seeing that same blood—his blood—spill out of you carelessly—that is a sight he will never bear witness to again.

Damian was the first one out the door as soon as the bell chimed in his ear. His bag slung tightly around his shoulders and textbook under his arm; he rushed into the familiar sight of a sleek, large car.

He shuts the door as he climbs into the backseat (Bruce said he was still too short to sit in the front, much to his son's displeasure). "Hello, Pennyworth."

Alfred glances back at him through the rear view mirror. "Good afternoon, Master Damian. How was school?"

"Same as usual. A waste of time." He clicks his seatbelt shut as the car begins to move. Alfred only hums, keeping his eyes trained on the road.

"I'm unsurprised to hear you say so. I do hope you understand why exactly, you are enrolled in school, however. And why Master Bruce is so adamant about your attendance."

Damian knows. He's always known, because it has been drilled into his head like a mantra. Talia and Ra's Al Ghul weren't math teachers—and most of his time really was spent training and sparring to be the best he could be.

He was not illiterate, nor stupid. Rather smart, actually. However, he didn't exactly learn algebra and chemistry with the League of Assassins.

He grumbles. "I know, Pennyworth. Father cannot seem to stop reminding me that all these things are far more important than stopping the endless wave of crime in Gotham."

If he weren't on the road—Alfred surely would've given him a nasty look. "Master Damian, please—your sincerity is positively slaughtering me."

Damian rolls his eyes, opting to stop this fruitless conversation and look outside the windows instead. At the outside world—the sky already paling to deep auburn shades as they drive through the endless roads.

He watched all the cars moving past; hurrying to get to their destination. Each with their own story and reason for being there. Every single one with their own thoughts and worries. Some with children, others with pets, and some with piles of groceries.

All with their own, individual lives. Including him.

A bus, too. It stops for a moment at a sheltered space, then drives away, leaving a few people standing under the shade.

An elderly lady with a man, presumably her son, walking away with her. A woman with frizzy red hair and freckles dotted over her nose. A few schoolkids—some his age, some older. Clearly from the public school on the other side of Gotham, if only to judge from the scantily clad clothes some of the older students wore—

Wait, is that you?

He sits up—the car slowly coming to a stop at a red light. His eyes don't leave your figure as he presses his nose against the window; observing.

You look around at the people that pass by you—gripping your bag close to your side and rushing into the nearest alleyway.

He waits for a few moments. This red light feels rather long—but what feels longer is watching and waiting for you to come out of that alleyway.

You never do.

Even as the car begins to move once more, driving past the intersection, he crawls as far back as possible to even get a glimpse—but you never show.

Just today, he had decided to be the one to take up the mantle and protect you. Just today, during a boring math class, he has decided that since you are his blood, he must keep a helpless civilian like you safe.

And now you're gone. Are you dead, or something?

(Deep down, his stomach twists at the thought.)

"Pennyworth, pull over." Hid voice is more taut than he had imagined. "Now."

Alfred looks back, glancing at the streets around. He doesn't question the young boy, simply doing as he is asked and pulling over to a deserted parking area.

When he has parked the car, he turns around and sees Damian slipping his Robin mask on—somehow already fully suited up.

His eyes widen, "Master Damian, what—"

"I have something to do. Let Father know I will be back home late."

Opening the door, Damian rushes out and pulls out his grappling hook, swinging onto the nearest building's roof and looking around.

He spots the alleyway you'd run into. It is still. Absolutely no movement nor any looks from passer-bys. He rushes across the roves towards where the dark side seeped into the crack of the buildings.

Maybe you'd taken another way out?

But looking at the alleyway now, it's more like a dip between the buildings to stand in more than anything. It was blocked off on the other side.

So where...???

He drops down, landing on his soles and squinting as he stares around into the dark. There's nothing.

No people, nor bodies, and certainly not anything to indicate anybody was ever here.

Except...

He glances at the wall. Theres a white cocoon-esque oval webbed to the wall. Those same webs he'd seen all that time ago—from that spider. That would show up then leave immediantly. Never staying for longer than they had to.

Dodging all of his and Batman's attempts at asking who you were, and what you were doing in Gotham. Always swinging away into the distance before they could be subdued.

Now, he stares at their ball of webbing and wonders if it truly is an arachnid he's dealing with.

He pokes it, looking it up and down. Then, he sees it. Through the small holes in the webs and the translucent, silk-like material—he finally sees it.

Your bag.

He tears off the webbing faster than he can think, getting the sticky substance stuck to his gloves and clothes; he barely even notices it. He grabs your bag and stares it, swallowing hard.

His mind buzzes with an unfamiliar staticky feeling and he suddenly feels sick to his stomach. Despite all the noise in his ear—his brain is able to comprehend one singular question.

... What did that arachnid do to you?

Clothed fingers digging deep into the leather fabric of the bag—clearly worn down and fading. Old. He would get Father to purchase you another. ... When he sees you next. Because he will.

His jaw clenches hard.

Damian throws the bag over his shoulder and grapples up—swinging onto a building roof and running across.

Running for what, he isn't sure. But what he is sure of, is that once he gets his hands on that arachnid, it will not be kind.

To find out what happened to you—that is his duty as your blood sibling.

He decides that in this life, he will be your protector. In the next, if he is ever given a chance to be normal like you—he will become a doctor. Or perhaps a painter. Or a poet. Maybe he will ask you to help him decide when he finds you and that arachnid.

... Yes, that sounds good.

You cut through the cool wind as you swing through the city. Grinning widely underneath your mask—you don't think you've ever been so happy since you landed here.

You're sure nobody will take your stuff. Even if they do, you could always just get whatever else you needed again. You were far too excited to dwell on the small stuff right about now.

Landing on a rooftop, crouched—you walk down the wall of the apartment complex, and look around for civilians. As he told you—the streets around the back of the building were practically deserted.

You count the amount of rooms from the side, up and down.

"Row 5, Apartment block... 2..." You hum, and nod to yourself.

You tap your necklace and the nanobots all crawl off your body, leaving you in your regular clothes. You land safely on the balcony of the room you were given.

You smooth out your flared jeans and take in a deep breath. Then, you bring up your knuckles, and knock.

The glass screen door opens before you can say fantastic.

A small pair of arms wrap around your torso and knock you backwards—you fall on your ass and let out a loud laugh.

"Spidey!!! [name]!!!"

"Is that who I think it is?!" You tease, eyes squinted upwards and the young kid buries into your stomach. His giggles are muffled by the fabric and he squeezes you so tight you'd be inclined to choke—if it wasn't you. "Frankie!! How's my favourite Richard?"

"I can't believe you'd say that, [name]. That hurts." A familiarly sweet voice speaks.

"Sue!" You grin, taking in the sight of the blonde and her husband by her side. You get up—Franklin stumbles behind you—and crash into her arms.

She chuckles, patting your back and smiling down at you, "I missed you too, [name]. You always manage to find yourself in the strangest situations, don't you?"

Reed cradles his chin, "Well, we were technically the cause of this distortion in reality, Susan—"

But seeing the expression on both your and his wife's face; he stops himself. Only smiling sheepishly. "My apologies. It's great to see you again, [name]. I didn't think we'd find another familiar face in a different universe."

"You're getting better at this, Reed." You lift yourself from Sue's comforting cradle and grin brightly up at him. "I didn't think I'd see all of you guys again, either. When you all disappeared for so long—I was wondering if something bad happened."

"Hah! Ta us? You kiddin'? Ya more bug-brained 'den that spider that bit ya!"

"Ben!!!" You go flying toward the rock-encased man and wrap your arms around his comfortingly tough neck. He spins you around and lets you down with a loud laugh.

"'Ey kid, how're ya? Heard ya tackled ol' matchstick 'ere outta the sky!" He slaps his rocky chest laughing—in the corner of your eye, Johnny stands behind him, unimpressed.

He walks up beside you, swinging an arm around your neck and snarks, "Yeah—well, Spidey's always been known for catching people off guard, huh? Creepin' up when you least expect it."

"You're making [name] sound like a villain, Unc!" Frankin, who had found himself attached to the side of your shirt, sticks out his tongue.

Johnny recoils, face falling in pure horror as he dramatically points at the young boy, "UNC??!! I... I'm an Unc now...??? I'm not even 19! I can't be an Unc!!!"

You burst out into laughter at the genuineness of Johnny's expression, watching as he freaks out about being "old". Sue and Reed roll their eyes—while Ben is there with you, laughing his ass off like he'd just gotten a home run on Yancy Street.

Franklin looks at your laughing expression and starts giggling along—jumping up and down beside you with sparkling eyes.

"Stop laughing, [name]! We're the same age!" Johnny points, accusatory. "If I'm an Unc, you're a...!"

"Doesn't matter. I'm cooler than Uncle Johnny anyways, right Frankie?" You grin, picking up Franklin as he cuddles into your neck.

"Mhm!" He nods eagerly.

Johnny sends you a blazing glare, lips pouted out. "You and me. We're—" He gestures to the two of you. "—gonna have some issues, here. Okay. Everyone knows I'm the cool Uncle."

"No, that's Benny!" Franklin points to Ben.

The look on Johnny's face shifts into utter disbelief—Ben falls out of his chair laughing wildly.

"Gosh, I missed you so much, kid." You pull at one of Franklin's cheeks and chuckle. He stares at you in awe for a few seconds, before hugging the side of your head and giggling.

"I missed you too!"

That same warmth fills each crevice and pore of your body, as you huddle close to your dear friends and let yourself feel at home for this small moment.

Meanwhile, in the dark of night, a pair of azure eyes watches, sharp and unnerving in the back of your skull.

You notice it. Of course you do. Your mind is tingling with that buzz—but you want to enjoy this night of nothing but home, even if only once.

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weirdmarioenemies · 3 months ago

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This post is about mealworms! Everyone loves mealworms. That's not true. But mealworms ARE an insect that many people have close experience with, as they are very easy to take care of, and this makes them a popular choice of food for pets like chickens or lizards!

This also means that poor little mealworm has become a victim of consumerism, and certain companies are intent on marketing the little larva to as many people as possible. And to do so, they may try to make mascots! Insect character designs, designed to have broad appeal by people who want to make money... are they any good? No, not usually. Let's look at them!

We start with Chubby Mealworms, the mascot design I've seen the most often, and the one that has merchandise. I often lament that the only mealworm plushes in the world look like this thing! This certainly does communicate "worm", but the wrong kind of worm! This is 100% natural, and 100% EARTHworm-shaped. And then it has a face on its side, and big ol' human hands sticking out. Like, a fifth of this entire character design is human hands!

It does look kind of appetizing, I suppose? Kind of like a dollop of something squeezed out of a tube, like melted cheese. I think I'd rather eat this worm than look at it.

Next is the mascot of Rainbow Mealworms. And jeepers! I sure dislike this! I very much disagree with its thumbs-up. The body is certainly wormy, and the color spot-on! But then we get to the arms... the once again very human arms! There certainly seem to be bones in those. They could even be YOUR bones! One segment up, we get a... neck, supporting the main event: the head. A head that would looks like it belongs on a cartoon turtle. And I wouldn't even like that cartoon turtle! I would not even feed this to a chicken, out of respect to the chicken. This is a mealworm that Moorhuhn would enjoy.

But speaking of chickens, let's finally get to a good mealworm! Sweet Pea's Mealworms knows that less is more sometimes. A worm with big ol' eyes is just cute! That's all there is to it! I especially like that this mealworm has a worried look. It's realistic! This isn't one of those traitorous mascots that sells its own kind as food. Instead, the chicken is the main mascot, and I think she is quite enjoying the role. Until she gets tired of mealworms and starts craving soldier fly larvae instead...?

Next we have West Georgia Mealworms! And... I kind of like them? They have cartoon frog faces, I suppose, but unlike the Rainbow Mealworm situation, I would actually like a cartoon frog with this face. These look more like maggots than mealworms, but overall, they express a sort of joy and innocence. I don't want to feed these to anything, I would rather nurture them! They have no idea of the fate that awaits them... poor things! The first mascots on this list which I pity.

Mein gott! Einen Homer Larva! The floating timeline of The Simpsons means that Homer will one day look like this in a flashback episode. Look forward to it!

AAAAAAAAAH! This is the scariest one yet! Cheeky in a bad way, and that expression is just sinister. This worm has indeed consumed many of its own kind, using the utensils it holds in its floaty hands. It is aware of what it has done, and hopes to do so more in the future. The more it cannibalizes, the more its smile grows. There's no way around it. This mealworm must be killed.

But THIS one, by Party Bugs, is COOL! Simplified and stylized, in a pleasing way! Sometimes less is more. But maybe we should convince mealworm mascot designers in particular that less is ALWAYS more. I think we would be safer that way. This is also the only one on this list to be a mascot for mealworms as a human snack! That probably has a lot to do with the stylization, but I appreciate that it keeps the core design traits of a mealworm anyway.

We end with my favorite! Of course it's my favorite. The most realistic one of all, with funny cartoon eyes. Good job, Magic Mealworms! They realize that magic does exist in the world, in the form of creatures! But of course, my favorite mealworm is the realworm! Give a mealworm a kiss and be careful not to eat it! Unless you want to!

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kia8088 · 1 month ago

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Sasuke works at a fast food joint to get closer to Hinata, he hates it there

“Um…I know you’re busy—“

He shuffled the 42 chicken tenders in the deep fryer before turning to the woman of his literal dreams. Her eyebrows were knotted in frustration, lips pressed tightly and fingers gripping the Expo Window.

“Yes,” he loosened and lifted his own stressed brows.

She leaned forward, “She decided she wanted two of those orders grilled instead of fried,” her eyes shifted to the perfectly golden chicken tenders in the grease.

“Are you serious?” He began pulling off a set of gloves.

She nodded. “She literally just told me. She said her kids don’t liked fried tenders… she forgot to tell me.”

He glared down the kitchen line and barked the orders at his crew members. He watched her face lift into a smile and personally that was all the payment he needed from this place, not to be dramatic or anything.

Wasn’t like she was one of the three forces for his will to live. Nothing crazy like that. He wasn’t crazy. He wasn’t stupidly in love with this girl since middle school or whatever. Wasn’t like she moved back home after college graduation, same time as him, decided she needed a little extra cash and came back to her old job…and he decided this would be the summer they fell in love.

Nothing dramatic like that.

He didn’t need the extra money, his family’s life insurance policy would ensure him an easy one. His school was paid for. His car was paid off. No rent, no kids, no pets.

He definitely didn’t need an awful minimum wage job like this. He would take over his parent’s business and continue to be an Uchiha.

So why was he here?

“Sasuke, we need more lettuce!”

He stepped off the line to travel to the back cooler, and there she was—the apple of his eyes devouring some lukewarm fries with her coworkers. She smiled at him.

“He’s only nice to you, Hinata!”

She laughed, as Sakura grabbed her shoulder. Her beautiful opal eyes took him in. “He’s always been a nice guy,” she said, a light blush dusting her cheeks.

“Thanks,” he replied, passing. His main goal of this job was to see more of his future wife, but he was also a hard working man and he needed that lettuce.

As he came out the Walk-In, she was still there. They were still giggling and smiling like servers seem to only have time for. She reached out to grab his arm.

His voice hitched inside his own throat, as her fingertips touched him. “Sasuke, we’re going for drinks after work,” she said. “You’ll join us, right?”

Sasuke wanted to tell her that he wouldn’t miss an opportunity to hang out with her for literally anything in this world. Literally. He couldn’t think of a single thing, and it wasn’t him being dramatic.

Life was real.

He didn’t say anything of that. He adjusted the bag of lettuce and replied, “Yea.”

She released his arm and he felt his soul shatter. Or no… that was the real sound of someone breaking a plate. He shook off his thoughts and headed back to the line. He would soak a million chicken tenders into buttermilk, then flour, then grease—just to hang out with her.

But seriously, he just wasn’t a dramatic guy.

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differentdragonpeanutknight · 2 months ago

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What are the Ninja favorites animal ?

We'll be having a special one this time around!

Nya: Cats. She likes their independent nature.

Kai: Dogs. He likes their sense of loyalty.

Jay: Hamsters. Also a specific chicken in the future.

Zane: Falcons and birds in general.

Cole: Any animal docile enough for him to pet, but mostly cats and dogs.

Lloyd: Cats as well. He always wanted to have one.

Tory: Wolves. He vibes with them.

#ninjago #alternate universe #lego ninjago #ninjago jay #ninjago nya #ninjago cole #kai ninjago #ninjago lloyd #ninjago zane #tory #original character #au #ninjago rambles #rambles

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rrezshifts · 3 months ago

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🍎, 👠, & 🏹 for my ask game!!

𝓪𝙣𝔰𝙬e𝙧𝙞n𝙜 𝙩h𝙞𝙨 a𝙨𝙠 𝙛o𝙧 𝙢y

ᴘᴏʟʏ!ᴍᴀʀᴀᴜᴅᴇʀꜱ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴛʏ

🍎 ⊹ ࣪ ˖ SNOW WHITE’s AUSPICIOUS APPLE : what would you or others consider your best trait to be? something that gets you far in life? something that makes you attractive to those around you? . . . VARIOUS TRAITS. All within a similar vibe of being a good person to lean on and rely on when things are tough, for example, I’m an understanding person, when others come to me with anything I’m able to understand their point of view. I’m a thoughtful person, I think of others even when they’re not around. I’m empathetic, I’m able to understand how someone might feel the way they do. I’m patient, if someone needs time to do anything I’m very good at waiting until they’re ready. And I’m trustworthy, I’m not the type of person to share secrets, and I’m also not the type of person to do something someone wouldn’t want behind their back. I think it gets me far in life but also is something that people can take advantage of, and have. But I do inherently think it is something that makes me a desirable friend and even partner. But also should be the bare minimum in certain relationships.

👠 ⊹ ࣪ ˖ CINDERELLA’s GIFTED GLASS SLIPPER : what's something that you are skilled in? is it a useful skill, or just a random one? when has it ever come in handy? . . . DIVINATION. Tarot and oracle decks mainly, though I do sometimes reach out to deities sometimes with a pendulum. I have the ability to interpret cards using my intuition as a helpful guide. I’ve been pulling cards for so long that I no longer need a book or to look up the meaning of cards. I usually use this skill to help in my own life. Understanding my past, present and future. Sometimes I’ll use it to help me understand how other people feel about me. Only sometimes because I tend to stay away from it, it feels a bit like I’m peaking where I shouldn’t. Which is why I went so long without figuring out if any of the boys liked me. One, because I didn’t think it was enough of a possibility to ask. But also because, everytime I wondered if I should I chickened out, feeling weird about it . . . until I grew obsessive over the thought. One of my best friends, Sybil Trelawny, would always tell me I should, threatening that she would do it herself if I didn’t. Whether or not she did, she never told me. But I’d also ask the cards for advice, daily and nightly, what to look out for each day and be mindful of. It’s very helpful and a great skill to have, intuition and mindfulness included.

🏹 ⊹ ࣪ ˖ MERIDA’s BASHFUL BOW : what makes you flush with embarrassment? is it a habit that you have? something you've done? perhaps a special compliment? . . . JAMES. Although I try to play it cool and confident. Or even that I don’t care or am unbothered by James’ flirting and romance when the two of us are around others and have to play couple. It gets to a point that James goes above and beyond in a way that makes me so flustered. Like when he kissed me in public for the first time after our relationship started. It was soft, slow and romantic. And I was caught off guard and my cheeks heated up as I covered my face and looked away. Our fake relationship wasn’t like To All The Boys I Loved Before where we came up with rules like no kissing, so everything was on the table if James could convince me, which he often could. And he would use this to his advantage as he started to grow genuine feelings for me. Holding hands even if the only people around us didn’t know who we were, and he’d also place my arm around himself and my hand on his waist. James would find me at a party and hide his face in my neck when his head would hurt, he was too drunk, or if he was tired. The first time he did it was unexpected and I was unprepared on how to act. When I realized a boyfriend wouldn’t be as stiff as I was, I wrapped an arm around him and pet his hair with my other hand. I’m often embarrassed by my own reactions to how James treats me in our fake relationship. Because I worry the way I react may give away the whole thing. Luckily for me, James is so obviously in love it distracts others from my awkwardness.

#rrez’s asks #rrez’s poly!marauders reality #marauders dr #hogwarts dr #shiftblr #reality shifting #desired reality #shifting antis dni #shifting blog #shiftblr community #reality shifter #shifting awareness #shifting realities #shifting community #shifting motivation #shifting diary #rrezshifts

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dentiststoothfairy · 1 year ago

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hello there!💗

can i request a Norton and eli with an s/o that has a pet dove and Crow that are like guardians for there s/o

so like the Birds would always follows there s/o in the manor and in match's and would not leave there s/o side, at first they thought it was a normal dove and crow but that quickly changed after a match,so like there s/o was running from the hunter but accidentally trip, making there

s/o hurt there leg , they saw this but they couldn't do anything as the hunter was close so they just had to watch, suddenly there s/o command there Crow and dove to teleport them away and so the dove and crow transformed like this:

[both are about 7'1ft tall in this form]

and so the Bird's teleported far away from the hunter with there s/o and the Birds may or may not gave there s/o magical healing abilities and gave there s/o the ability to see the future…whenever they wanted soo yeah]

[i hope this isn't too much for you😅]

🎀🦷 𝙷𝚊𝚑𝚊, 𝚒�� 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚗𝚢 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝙽𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙴𝚕𝚒 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚕 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚂/𝙾𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐.. 𝙸'𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚎𝚜!

🍩 Norton Campbell 🍩

And

🦉 Eli Clark 🦉

with bird lover S/O!

• Norton's grown a distaste for birds during the games, not gonna lie to you. We can thank Nightmare for that one, chief.

• Besides, it's a little awkward when you're trying to do something sweet for your beloved and their fucking birds decide to watch you.

• He's definitely attempted to seperate you from your birds to see how far they'd go.

• On an unrelated note. Thank god he has a hat covering his head. 🐦

• They have probably shit on his shoulder when flying away from him too. I just imagine him and your two birds just can't get along 😭

• Then there was.. THAT match.

• He had assisted you as much as he could, but he knew he couldn't help you forever.

• especially when you rolled your ankle. First? Ouch. Secondly? Fantastic....

• Norton knew he'd be going for a rescue so he quickly runs off, and hiding himself so he could. But when he proceeds watch your animals grow incredibly in size and take you away?

• His jaw?? To his TOES.

• He barely had time to register the hunter changing target he just. Was in shock.

• Yeah he gives them the crumbs off his donuts now...

• Eli is a natural with animals of all kinds. Especially with birds.

• Brookerose and your two darling feathered friends got a long well so it was only natural that you two did too.

• Brookerose seemed to know there was more than meets the eye that came with your companions and Eli got that sense too but he mainly kept it to himself.

• However, you two are REALLY cute together. Little cute bird couple and their nests of flight chickens <333

• When the Hunter began to lock onto you, he already had his beloved owl ready to aid you. But for some reason, Brooke wouldn't leave his side.

• This was the first time she had ever disobeyed him. Truly. He was more nervous than upset. Until he saw the sight.

• Two massive birds.

• Wow.

• Least to say he was AMAZED.

• He healed you, your birds were smart enough to bring you to him. But he couldn't stop blubbering.

• he was just gushing over you, over your pets.

• You two are cute together.

#anon #anon ask #x reader #x y/n #identity v #idv #norton campbell #idv norton #norton campbell x reader #norton x reader #eli clark x reader #eli clark idv #eli x reader

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darklcy · 1 year ago

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☆ 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧! 𝐀𝐎𝐓 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ☆

this has been in the drafts for a long, long time and i haven’t posted aot in a while, so enjoy :) | also i feel like some of these may be ooc but this was fun to write! just keep in mind this is how i think they’d act in a modern setting, ofc minus the war & trauma

attack on titan masterlist

𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍

skips class to vape

smokes to thundercat & nirvana

flannels flannels flannels

naturally you steal them. acts coy when you do.

“you didn’t steal it, i just let you wear it and didn’t say anything when you went home with it.”

i feel like he’d be into meditating. idk why. like someone said he should do it so now he does a quick 5-min guided meditation every morning

showers with his chain on and gets green neck

doodles on his converse and yours

writes “hi :)” on your homework, journals, notes, etc during class

has a minecraft server w jean, connie and armin

claims he’s not scared of games like outlast or silent hill but everyone knows he’s lying

ends up hiding behind you in haunted houses

LOVES DRIVE THRUS/FAST FOOD. sonic & in n out specifically

toddler sense of humor, like finds things falling over funny (y’all remember the video of the piece of bread falling over-)

doesn’t know how to work pinterest

leans over people’s shoulders to look at their phones

tried getting his cartilage pierced but it got infected

has a few tattoos on his wrists and bicep

will bite you impulsively

𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍

you mean my bf

so this boy DOES know how to work pinterest, and has so many boards

one of them is filled w future pets he wants & another one includes house ideas with you :3

is the best language learner and knows french, spanish, and german

can’t watch gory shows like squid game or the walking dead, but enjoys psychological horrors like black swan

has a billion playlists with like 6 songs each

your playlist is titled “lovey” bc i said so

has maybe one lobe piercing. but only one

he goes so hard to TV girl and mac demarco, but also loves singers like sza & jack stauber

LUVS SMOOTHIES

downloaded bumble only for the fun of it once but immediately deleted it when someone liked him

bounces his leg and picks his nails

best. skin. ever. has a good skin care regime

drives a silver toyota prius

super into journaling & drawing :>

such a gentle bf, but lives for gossip

you text him, “you will NOT believe what i just heard.” and he drops everything he’s doing to respond

coffee dates!!!

you two have a stardew farm together with a dog and a bunch of chickens and cows

his favorite character is crobus

i love him very much

𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐒𝐀

hardcore alison from breakfast club vibes

secretly into girl kpop groups

but loves hardcore women, like björk & poppy

definitely owns a lot of platform shoes: has like three pairs of demonias

shaves her brows to draw them on

loves online shopping from aliexpress & etsy

into weird chunky jewelry!! has a necklace with a heavy cat pendant & a pair of eyeball earrings

loves to do your makeup! if you don’t wear a lot daily, she’ll do something for special outings like concerts or even for fun she’ll ask you to let her do it :3

has a tiktok specifically for ootds

favorite foods include spicy ramen, mediterranean meals & ice cream

i feel like she’d be in art class! she’d draw you random portraits or cute versions of you two to put in her scrapbook

oh yeah i also feel like she’d have a scrapbook!!! and keeps a lot of mementos from your dates/hangouts

when you come over, you, her and eren play mario kart

no doubt a spiritual girly: maybe not super into spells but has a tarot deck and a few oracle decks as well as a beautiful incense burner

you two go to goth clubs cuz yeah

her lipstick gets on you all the time

dressed up as lydia deetz one year for halloween

makes rings and necklaces and gives them to you, and she debates on opening an etsy shop

— hope you enjoyed!

#attack on titan #aot #snk #shingeki no kyojin #shingeki no kyojin x reader #x reader #aot x reader #attack on titan x reader #eren jaeger #eren jeager x reader #mikasa ackerman x reader #mikasa ackerman #aot armin arlert #armin arlert x reader #armin arlert

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darkspellmaster · 1 year ago

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Wish is just a normal Disney film just like all the rest.

Wish is actually a damn good movie, there I said it!

I'm going to start by saying this much, it's very odd to me that so many people are now screaming for a love story from Disney, when not even five or ten years ago there was shouting from the roof tops about Disney doing TOO MUCH romance. For the longest time it was "I wish Disney wouldn't do pairings" "Ugh another romance, can't the princess not." Etc. Now everyone wants one, even though Romance isn't really as big a Disney trope as people think.

Actually let's go through the animated catalogue and see how frequently the love story is centered as the main conflict and asperation to the character. In this case it's the key thing, not a 'Oh they happen to like each other in the end' situation, it's THE thing, the point of the movie is their romance. Then let's see how many have it as the secondary aspect, and let's see how many have it as not important at all. (And we're talking romantic love, not family love)

Romance (Total number: 15)

Snow White, Lady and the Tramp, The Aristocats, The Little Mermaid, Beauty and the Beast, Aladdin, Pocahontas, The Hunchback of Notre Dame (Secondary Characters hook up so this is a weird one), Doug's First Movie, Tarzan, Lizzie McGuire the Movie, Enchanted, The Princess and the Frog (Only from Naveen's POV), Tangled (could be seen as secondary too)

Secondary (Total Number: 25)

Fantasia, Bambi, Make Mine Music, Fun and Fancy Free , Melody Time, The Adventures of Ichabod and Mr. Toad, Cinderella Sleeping Beauty

One Hundred and One Dalmatians , Robin Hood, The Rescuers , The Fox and the Hound , Who Framed Roger Rabbit, The Rescuers Down under

The Nightmare before Christmas, The Lion King ,Hercules ,Mulan ,Fantasia 2000 , Dinosaur, Atlantis the Lost Empire , Meet the Robinsons , Frankenweenie ,Frozen, , Strange World

Not in it at all (Total Number: 42 -including Wish)

Pinocchio, The Reluctant Dragon, Dumbo, Saludos Amigos, Victory through Air power, Three Caballeros, Alice in Wonderland, Peter Pan

Sword in the Stone, The Jungle Book, The Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh, The Black Cauldron, The Great Mouse Detective

Oliver and Company, Ducktales the Treasure of the lost lamp, A Goofy Movie, James and the Giant Peach, The Tigger Movie

The Emperor's new Groove, Recess School's out, Return to Neverland, Lilo and Stich, Treasure Planet, The Jungle Book 2

Piglet's big Movie, Brother Bear, Teacher's Pet, Home on the Range, Pooh's Heffalump Movie, Chicken Little, The Wild

Bolt, Winnie the Pooh, Wreck it Ralph, Big Hero 6, Zootopia, Moana, Wreck it Ralph 2, Frozen 2, Raya and the Last Dragon, Encanto, Wish

These are just the animated not live action, and not live action with animation movies. All in all it's more common to see a Disney film with NO romance in it at all then a romantic one.

So why is it that people keep saying, but we're missing the romance, it's because of the fact that most of the time the Parks and other media pair the characters together. Take Peter pan, in the movie, the boy is utterly oblivious to Wendy's affections, to the point of pissing her off enough that she leaves the party that the tribe is hosting. In the parks, and other media (the plays, other movies) the romance is in your face, because people want them to be a couple, but in the movie itself you never see it.

Star, based on the making of book, was supposed to be a younger version of Asha's grandfather, which fits the theming of the movie. However, from what I understand, one of the reasons why they went against is was because it was hitting to close to Genie in the shape shifting. On top of that, the character of Star, seems heavily inspired by the art work of William Joyce, who created Night Light.

This is him and Katherine (Future Mother Goose) who is basically Star in a lot of ways. He lights the night to keep the nightmares away. These two eventually grow up (He remembers He's jack frost) and they end up as a couple.

It would be apping off of that story, and sadly people didn't give the William Joyce movie Meet the Robinsons a chance (don't sleep on that folks please! It is a good story.)

Also straight up give more love to the Guardian's of Childhood, you'll be happy while you read it.

I'm not saying don't ship it, what I am saying is that please don't go saying this was planned when it really wasn't. That was supposed to be her grandfather there.

And I'm not against the art work, I find it very cute and sweet and lover the designs. But I do think that the whole, "WE WERE ROBBED!" thing isn't being at all fair to the creative team behind this story, as again, *points up* they were following the tradition of a story that doesn't have a love interest, which is the vast majority of the stories that they tell.

Wish perfectly falls in line also with Disney's normal length of animated movies.

Wish was 1 hours and 35 minutes

The movie that came out before it clocked in at

Strange World = 1 hours and 42 minutes

Moana = 1 hours and 47 minutes

Frozen = 1 hours and 42 minutes

This Hour long movie thing started really with Atlantis the Lost Empire = 1 hours and 36 minutes

While Little Mermaid, Beauty and the Beast, Aladdin, Mulan, Lilo and Stitch all clock in around =1 hour and 30 at most, some are even less than that. Wish's run time is equal to that of Atlantis, or Aladdin, or Treasure planet. So I'm a bit perplexed on the "It's too short" thing. Maybe growing up just before and during the days of Little Mermaid and Aladdin made me like the shorter tales.

Which is another point. With a shorter movie, you never get complete backstory. It's a fairy tale! I mean, look at Little Mermaid. Seriously can you Name any of her sisters from the opening song.

Like seriously, I don't really know a lot of people who can tell me anything about Aquatica, for example. Unless you actually read the books or watched the TV show. And before then we had nothing. Nothing on her mom, nothing on her sisters.

Then there's the town Belle comes from, what do we know about it? Not much, not even who governs the damn thing. Howe about Aladdin before the TV series and King of thieves cleared up everything. We didn't know who his parents were, nor Jasmine's mom. Hell we still don't know anything about Cinderella's father from the animated movie.

Point being, a lot of information, much like Wish, got cut for time. In Snow white we were supposed to be given a longer back story for her father and mother, that was cut due to it being to long, it's in the golden book though. Prince Florian (Yes that is his name) was supposed to have Prince Phillips escape, but it was deemed to hard to animate at the time.

Also there was one that was dancing on the clouds, with STARS, around them that looks very much like you know, our Star.

So basically, he's a nod to what could have been for Snow White all those years ago. Cut for time.

Aladdin had a whole cut song because they chopped his mother out as she was supposed to play a part in the movie and help her son with the Genie.

Zena is her name and she was cut to streamline the film.

Maid Marian in the original Robin Hood was supposed to protect him after his plunge into the water, and protect him from King John while he's threatening her. King Richard appears in the end and scares him into stopping but she's willing to take a dagger to the chest to protect Robin.

This is when Richard meets Robin with Marian telling him all about what happened.

All Disney movies change. Isabel in Encanto was supposed to have a nerdy boyfriend that the family disapproved of.

Hell, Frozen was at one point going to be the Bad guy wins the guy, the hero (Gerta) that we followed all the way to the end rooting for her, was supposed to be a gold digger, and Kai was supposed to say "Nah, I'm gonna stick with the Snow Queen" because she's sad and your a bitch. (Thanks Eisner, I hate it!)

So yeah, there's probably A whole lot of cut content that was supposed to go in, but to streamline it to 95 minutes, you have to cut! At least it's not what happened to the Black Cauldron. No I will never forgive Katzenburg for that travesty!

Disney always used Popular Music over Broadway

Honestly this is the one complaint that I hear that kills me the most about this movie, that the studio went with a pop music team. As if this is not a common thing for Disney movies!

Fun fact, the team behind most of the musical scores up until the 1960s were all composers and musicians that wrote songs for the radio. Or song writers that did radio music. If I listed every single one we'd be here for ages.

The Sherman brothers actually wrote pop tunes for the Teen sweetheart Annette Funicello and several other well known singers and actors of movies.

The first major Broadway group was Ashman and Menken, Followed by Miranda, and the Lopez's. Most, if not all of the biggest Disney songs were written by pop songwriters, whos goal it was to get that song played on the radio.

Hell The Lion King, Tarzan, The Emperors New Groove, and Treasure planet to name a few were all done by Pop musicians. I didn't hear complaining about it back then! What's the difference now? Because the team is not Elton freaking John, or Sting?

All of Oliver and Company was pop songs. Several movies didn't have songs, or only had one.

If we're going to celebrate a studio that helped bring an artform out of it's infancy and show that you could do a full movie of animated pictures where you get emotions out of it, we need to celebrate all aspects, and that includes things we may not realize are kind of unique.

When Hercules and Hunchback came out, people complained about them not being "Traditional" Disney. It was Gospel, it was too dark, or in the case of Tarzan, why are we following a boy, or Treasure planet, "Yuck a space story". Now people adore these movies. People who grew up with them want to celebrate them, and sometimes they don't realize that they were once derided as hard or harder than Wish is being right now.

I just wish that people would give these movies a chance rather than not let the creatives tell their story. We had a whole damn section of 2D animation in Strange World! No one talked about it! No one went "More of this please". Give me these stories, let me enjoy a original fairy tale, because if we keep rehashing things, there's going to be little to celebrate when the next 10 or 20 years rolls around.

Sorry for the kinda rant. This has just been on my nerves for a while.

#disney #wish disney #wish 2023 #animated films

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sapphicromanoffxo · 1 year ago

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Lucky Ones au - headcanons for Natasha

I randomly whipped this while I was at work to help me kickstart my motivation in continuing the series. 🫣

Nothing but fluff here so happy reading! 🫶

»»-----------► Series Masterlist

Natasha absolutely loves breakfast meals, and it is her comfort food. She can eat them anytime, no matter what part of the day it is.

Natasha secretly wants to adopt a cat but doubts if she can take care of one. After a hard week at work, she would often visit animal shelters to check on some kittens and spend at least an hour petting them. She also makes donations to these shelters and wants to make sure that the animals are being taken care of.

Natasha would often watch Wanda sleep, especially at nights where sleep is not in store for her. She would daydream of the future with her girlfriend and think about the places they could go to.

Thanks to Wanda, Natasha has developed an appreciation for flowers. Passing a flower shop always reminds her of Wanda, prompting her to buy a rose or two, plucking the petals and pressing them into Wanda's book with a love note.

While Wanda doesn't vocalize it, Natasha is a soft-hearted person. She pampers Wanda with a hot bath after a hard day at the university and lights scented candles for added relaxation.

Natasha's massages leave Wanda feeling incredibly relaxed, eliciting moans of pleasure before drifting off to sleep

Natasha used to favor dark, bold-colored clothing. Since Wanda entered her life, she's embraced lighter shades, as Wanda encourages coordinating outfits. However, a light pink color theme is Natasha's limit.

Natasha enjoys watching car race competitions in her free time, so it wasn't much of a shock to Wanda when she discovered Natasha's passion for participating in local car races. Natasha revealed that she once entered a drag race using the car she received as a gift on her 19th birthday. However, this led to her dad discovering it, resulting in weeks of being grounded and having her credit cards frozen.

Natasha's motorcycle collection spans classic vintage types to sports bikes. When Wanda suggested matching helmets with cat ears for their rides, Natasha initially didn't find it amusing but eventually gave in to Wanda's playful idea.

Granting Wanda creative control over their apartment's decor, Natasha witnessed the transformation of her grey bedroom walls into a soothing light green. Wanda explained that the choice reflected their eye colors and added a personal touch to the space where they slept.

During a joint jewelry shopping expedition, Natasha bought two silver bracelets with purple stone pendants. Forgetting to remove them, her sudden change in accessories, usually gold, black, or grey, became a topic of company gossip. Another incident involved Natasha wearing a sun and moon necklace, further fueling the office rumours whether their boss is dating someone

One day, Wanda stumbled upon Natasha's hidden talent for singing while Natasha took charge of cooking. Out of the blue, Natasha began singing "Dreams" by Fleetwood Mac, leaving Wanda pleasantly surprised by the unexpected discovery.

In addition to her singing prowess, Natasha possesses a collection of vinyl records. Occasionally, Wanda sifts through them and selects "Unchained Melody," creating a perfect mood for a slow dance in their living room, wrapped in each other's arms.

Their shared love for music extends beyond their home. Natasha often takes Wanda to concerts, where they both revel in the electrifying experience of witnessing bands and singers perform live. Laufey has become their favorite artist, and they make it a tradition to sing along to Laufey's songs in the car.

Wanda also discovered Natasha's love for fast food. Natasha's ultimate favorite is Jollibee's spaghetti and fried chicken. On days that both of them are too lazy to prepare lunch or dinner, Natasha would just order online and have Jollibee.

For some reason, Natasha's comfort movie is Frozen. Wanda also fell in love with the movie, most especially to Olaf and would playfully mimic his famous line "Hi, I'm Wanda and I like warm hugs!" which amuses Natasha to no end. Natasha likes to think that she's Elsa.

Whenever Wanda is having a hard time understanding her lectures (i.e certain problems that she cannot solve), she would run to Natasha. Just give her pen and paper, she will write down the solutions for Wanda and the woman would explain the solutions with no difficulty.

Natasha easily gets jealous, there was a time a random guy tried to flirt with Wanda and Nat immediately snatched the other girl's waist and glared at the poor boy. She then whispered a warning to Wanda "Just stay close to me or else I will leave you here."

Natasha has a strict routine that includes working out 3 - 4 times a week for 2 hours to maintain her physique. On weekends, she would run for a couple of miles before Wanda wakes up.

Natasha is serious about her skin care routine. No matter how tired she is from work, she will make time in completing her nightly routine, applying serums and moisturizers meticulously with no fail. Her commitment extends to reminding Wanda to always wear sunscreen.

#wandanat #natasha romanoff #wanda maximoff #marvel #natasha x wanda #wlw #wandanat fanfiction #black widow #scarlet witch

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