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petersnya · 4 years ago

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SOMETIMES PT.2

---NOT MY PIC--- PETER PARKER X FEM!READER

Warnings: SMUT, Fluff, Angst?? Idk lol

Word count:2145

COMMENT IF YOU LIKE THE STORY AND WANT ME TO CONTINUE! SHOULD I START WRITING FROM PETER OR Y/N’S POV?

[A/N]Heyyy! Soooo this is part of this series (I’ll link part one). Hope you guys enjoy it! PLEASE COMMENT AND TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK AND IF YOU WANT YOU CAN SEND ME MESSAGES AND ASK QUESTIONS I'LL ANSWER LOL. Anyway, I had fun writing this chapter so I hope you like it! -J.T.S xxx

PART ONE

During physics class, Peter was working on an upcoming project with Ned, but he spent most of his time sleeping. He was basically sleep deprived from patrolling the town and stopping crimes.

“Late night huh Pete?” Ned asked, nudging Peter's arm that was supporting his head in the palms of his hands as his eyes got heavy, starting to close.

“Yeah, had to stop some petty theft last night,” he began, a yawn interrupting him, “took longer than I thought.”

The bell rang, dismissing the students to their after-school activities, if you had none you would just go home. Peter and Ned gathered their things and headed to the school’s front doors- MJ catching up with them how she usually did.

“Man, you look terrible,” MJ said with a slight chuckle.

“Wow, thanks. You're such a great friend.” Peter retorted sarcastically. Ned wasn’t riding the bus home today, he had to go with his mom for something he refused to share with anyone but Peter; so Peter just decided to ask MJ to walk home with her.

“Sorry Parker, Y/N is picking me up today. You’re welcome to ride with us if you want though.”

Peter didn’t respond for a while, debating if it was worth the anxiety attack of being around her. Y/N was the only thing that was on his mind now. His attraction grew even more when she wore those glasses. He zoned out for a while till MJ snapped her fingers in front of his face. Blinking rapidly, his vision focused on MJ who was now reaching out to grab the handle of a car door. Y/N’s car. His breath hitched in his throat once he saw Y/N wearing those same glasses from last Friday, her hair in the messiest high-ponytail he had ever seen- but it was cute to him.

“Ya coming lover-boy?” Y/N said, looking Peter right in his wide brown eyes. He blushed at the nickname before answering.

“Yeah… I’m coming.”

The three teens got into the car and started on their way. “Hey losers, wanna go shopping?”

“Y/N you only wanna go to the mall to eat,” MJ said to Y/N who was now laughing loudly, throwing her head back in agreement with her. Suddenly, in the middle of her laugh, she let out a loud snort. The car went silent as Y/N covered her mouth with her hand. MJ and Y/N burst into laughter, Peter soon joining. They all joked and sang to the songs that played on the radio all the way to the mall.

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“Dude!”

“Jeez Y/N, you scared me! What is it?” MJ said to her, clutching her chest from being startled. They all had gone to the food court and were now just walking around the mall and into random stores.

“There's a Build-A-Bear Workshop here!” she exclaimed excitedly, pointing at it like a child. Peter couldn't help but smile at how adorable she looked freaking out over a child’s store.

“Let's go in,” Peter said to the two of them. Y/N looked at him wide-eyed with a goofy smile on her face. Her eyes looked like they twinkled with excitement. She shoved her drink into MJ’s hand, fixed her glasses, then grabbed Peter’s hand while running into the store.

“Oooohh, I should get an H.P-themed bear!” Before Peter could even answer, Y/N dragged him to one of the workers, asking if she could get a custom bear. They went over to the station and started to build.

As Y/N was finishing up the bear, she turned to Peter, “Ok, I have a very serious question. What accessories should I get?” they were standing in the Harry Potter section, looking over all of the things they had to decorate the bear. Peter shrugged, but then, he had a great idea, “I-I think you should get the uh, the glasses. The ones like your dads…” he said in an unsure tone. Y/N looked at him with a soft smile on her face. She couldn’t help herself, she had no idea what came over her as she pulled Peter into a tight embrace. Peter hesitated before putting his arms around her waist- her arms draped over his neck.

At that moment, Y/N inhaled Peters sent heavily. She felt so… safe in his arms. Like nothing bad could touch her. She never wanted to break away- MJ’s voice brought them back to reality.

“You guys done, I need to get new converse,” she said with a smirk plastered across her face. Y/N quickly pulled away from Peter, a million thoughts running through her mind, but only one seemed to overpower the rest.

I would be in his arms forever if I could.

“Ma’am, would you like to add a voice to your bear?” the lady said to Y/N, causing her thoughts to disappear.

“Actually,” Y/N paused looking at Peter and MJ, “yes, I would.” She grabbed the recorder from the worker’s hand and sent her a small smile. She looked at the curly-headed girl and the brown-eyed boy was on either side of her. She explained her plan, “Ok, I want all three of us to say ‘Mischief Managed’, ok?”

“What does that mean?” Peter questioned, looking at the two girls. They both sent him a deadly stare. “Nevermind,” he mumbled.

“Ok, on three, one… two… three…”

“Mischief Managed!” the trio yelled, causing some customers in the store to turn their heads and stare at them. They all mumbled small sorry’s as they laughed.

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“Ok, Peter what's one thing you hate?” MJ asked, turning to face him. They were all sitting in the car at a drive-in movie. Peter was now in the front seat while MJ was in the back. They all decided to just talk because the movie was pretty boring to them.

“Uhh, I can't stand sleeping with socks on.”

“I don't think anyone can Parker,” Y/N said, laughing slightly.

“Well what about you then?” he asked her, turning his full attention as he anticipated her answer.

“Easy, liars. Ugh, I hate liars! What’s the point? It’s not like I’m gonna judge you,” Y/N answered confidently. “See, that’s what I like about you, Parker. You are very honest,” she said with a genuine smile. Peter just loved her smile, the way it lit up her whole face.

“Welp imma go get some pizza from the stand back there,” MJ said as she got out of the car. Y/N and Peter sat there in silence for a moment- comfortable silence.

Y/N was the first to break the silence, as usual, “Hey, Pete. I just wanna thank you for the whole glasses thing last Friday. It really helped me realize that I should’ve worn the glasses the moment he gave them to me. It’s like I have a part of him with me now... And I love Harry Potter, obviously. Ya know, I took a quiz and found out what house I’m in! Can you believe that I’m in-“

“You’re welcome, Y/N” Peter interrupted her rambling, sending her a small smile. They stared into each other's eyes for a while, admiring one another. Peter got this warm feeling inside and had that same surge of energy he had when he first met her. Before even processing what he was about to do, he grabbed her hand without breaking eye contact. He fiddled with the ring she had on her thumb.

Y/N breath became shallow as her heart pounded at her chest.

“I’m in Slytherin,” she said randomly, looking down at how Peter’s hands played with hers. He let out a breathy chuckle. Their eyes met once again.

Y/N gathered all of her courage and quickly reached out her hand to grab Peter’s cheek, pulling him into her. Their lips were centimeters apart. She ran her thumb along Peter’s bottom lip, slightly parting it as she leaned in closer, catching his lips with hers. Their lips interlocked and it felt like heaven to the both of them.

They pulled apart from the soft kiss and slowly opened their eyes, starting again into each other's eyes searching for the words that weren’t said. Peter couldn’t contain himself anymore. His large hand grabbed the back of Y/N’s neck, pushing his lips into hers in a lust-filled kiss. Just like the one he had imagined.

This was the moment he had dreamt of and it was finally happening.

He ran his tongue over her bottom lip, begging for an entrance. She gave it to him without hesitation. His tongue slowly slipped into her mouth while her tongue ran into his.

Peter snaked his hands to her waist, lifting her from her seated position in the driver's seat. She complied and started to adjust to where she was sitting in his lap. His hands ran from her waist to her butt and gave it a tight squeeze.

Y/N let out a soft moan into Peter’s mouth. She slowly started to trail kisses down his neck as he massaged her thighs and ass.

Y/N hands got tangled in Peter’s brown curls. She began to suck on Peter’s neck, wanting to leave a mark. Peter let out a low groan at the sensation of her soft lips and wet tongue on his skin.

He lifted her head and connected their lips together once again. His veiny hand slipped between their body making its way down to her core.

Peter never did stuff like this, and neither did Y/N. all of this was new to them but their connection was so strong that they were willing to push the limits.

As Peter’s hand reached Y/N core, he placed two fingers right on top of where her clothed clit was. He began to draw circles against it. Y/N started to rock her hips over his fingers, yearning for more friction. She started to let out moans uncontrollably, whimpering at the euphoric feeling of his fingers pressed against her dripping core.

“Peter,” Y/N breathed out trying to catch her breath. Peter hummed in response while moving his lips down to kiss her neck.

Suddenly, Peter snapped out of the trance that he seemed to be in. This moment was the best moment of his life, but his damned mind couldn’t help re-play Y/N’s words on a lope: I hate liars. Why? Before they went to the movies and were still at the mall, Y/N had asked Peter about his Stark’s internship. And, of course, he couldn’t tell her the truth. So he just lied. Y/N looked so intrigued in the conversation but Peter couldn’t bear lying to her over and over again. He felt so guilty...

“Y/N,” Peter let out. “Y/N, we can’t do this.”

Y/N head snapped up, her glasses left crooked on her face. She looked stunned by his words. Her shoulders slumped as she started asking questions.

“What? Why? Am I not a good kisser? I’ve only kissed one person before but I don’t even really wanna count that. Does my breath smell bad? Ugh, I knew this was a bad idea- wait no! I didn’t mean it like that, I just knew you didn’t like me how I liked you… I’m so stupid.”

After Y/N was finished rambling, she put her face in her hands, trying to avoid eye contact with the chocolate-eyed boy.

Peter was speechless. He didn’t know what to say, because what he wanted to say was: no Y/N that’s not it at all. You are the most amazing girl I’ve ever met, I- I lied to you…

No. he couldn’t say that it would absolutely crush her and he couldn’t bear to hurt her. Peter put his hands on her waist, making Y/N jerk her body in shock. She let a small smile spread across her face, thinking Peter was going to hug her or make a cute gesture or even continue what they had started. He lifted Y/N and slid her back to the driver’s side.

Her smile dropped from her face and she pushed herself the rest of the way to the driver’s side. Peter sat there awkwardly, praying she wouldn’t say anything. It killed him to see the gloomy look on her face as she fixed her glasses.

“I’m back with pizza!” MJ announced as she made her way into the backseat. “Woah, hey, cuz what’s wrong?”

“We’re going home,” Y/N replied with a cold tone of voice. This shocked Peter and MJ. Y/N was usually so smiley, even after her dad passed. She always tried to find the light in every situation. But something was different with this. One thing Peter knew for sure,

I fucked up…

[A/N] HEY GUYSSSS SO I HOPE YOU LIKED PART TWO. SORRY, IT WAS UP A BIT LATE, IVE BEEN HAVING INTERNET PROBLEMS. ANYWAY, SORRY FOR ANY GRAMMAR MISTAKES (IM GONNA GO BACK AND FIX THOSE)

-J.T.S XXX

@love-granger

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huangbae · 4 years ago

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oo can i please request nct dreams reaction to their s/o denying them cuddles and kisses?

a/n: thank you sm for requesting !! :) hope you enjoy <33 btw i didn’t proofread so if there’s any errors i’m sorry D:

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˗ˏˋNct Dream’s Reactions To... ´ˎ˗

you denying them kisses/cuddles <3

< mark >

you and mark were cooking because your mom was coming to meet him

he was flipping through the recipe book and giving you instructions

he was taking the whole thing very seriously

he was wearing an apron and one of those white chef hats

even though he refused to touch what you were making it because he didn’t wanna mess anything up

you thought his dedication to this whole thing was cute

so after you finished making dinner

and you both got dressed for the occasion

“so, how about a celebratory kiss?”

you laughed at his attempt and told him to wait after your mom left

he was pouting the whole time

even when your mom came by

but you made sure to kiss him after she left so

thumbs up emoji

< renjun >

both of you were attending a party being held by chenle

it was 2 am and you were ready to go home

but renjun was having a good time

so you didn’t wanna ruin his fun so

you tried staying up

a notification from your phone made you jump in your seat a little bit

so you checked it

and it was a text from renjun telling you to meet him in the kitchen

so you got up and walked groggily to the kitchen

the loud music blasting into your ears

which made you kind of annoyed

when you saw renjun he grabbed your hand and asked you for a kiss

you rolled your eyes and started walking back to your seat

but renjun caught up to you and complained to chenle

“my s/o is getting cranky, they don’t even wanna kiss me anymore, i think they’re ready to go”

classic sassy renjun

10/10 would recommend good job y/n

< jeno >

jeno was playing with his cats the whole day

and you were bored

and cuddle-deprived

so you were just a little bit sad

jeno noticed and try to crack some jokes every now and then

to no avail

while you were grabbing a water bottle from the kitchen

he walked up behind you and back hugged you

“stop ignoring me :(“

you rolled your eyes playfully

and told him to get off

he didn’t

so you gave him a quick kiss and ran off into jeno’s room again

he just stood in the kitchen

shocked

for a good 2 minutes

until he ran to his room

and begged you to do it again

< haechan >

after a day of walking through the park with you

his legs were tired

so while you guys were sitting on a bench waiting for the bus to come pick you guys up

he sits on your lap

and grabs your arms and wraps them around his waist himself

he gets mad when you take them off his waist

turns his head around and starts complaining

he took what you did personally

“if you want to break up, just tell me now, y/n D:”

starts fake crying

even though theres other people at the bus stop

and when you get embarrassed he gets even more dramatic

“oh wow. now i’m embarrassing. i can’t believe you’d do this to me, y/n.”

doesn’t speak abt it after you guys get on the bus

lesson learned

don’t mess w haechan

< jaemin >

ever since jaemin got a new job he’s been so preoccupied

you’ve been doing school too so its not like he has nothing to complain about

but still you guys missed each other

you’ve been sitting at your desk the whole day

clicking the keys on your keyboard

but then you heard the door open

and footsteps towards the office you were in

before you could even think about it

jaemin crashed through the door

you don’t know how he has so much energy after working 12 hours at a tiring retail job

but he kneeled down to the chair

hugging your knees and placing his head on your lap

“y/n, i demand attention.”

you declined, saying you needed to finish a paper for your history class

but before you got to finish

he started pulling your swiveling office chair out of the room

and into your shared bedroom

he’s so extra all he wanted was some attention from his favorite person

he’s so pouty though how could you resist

< chenle >

you were scrolling through his instagram

more specifically

the pictures he posted of the both of you

you also looked through the pics he posted of himself

he was already behind you

waiting for the perfect moment to catch you in the act

he put his hands on either of your shoulders

“BOO”

started laughing at how scared you got

you pouted and told him that the pictures were special to you

he looked at you and smiled

“come here, you sentimental idi—”

he comes closer to you with his lips puckered up

you stop him by holding a hand up to his face

and you start running away from him

“this is what you get for making fun of me, zhong chenle.”

chases after you

rolls his eyes

he catches up to you

makes you kiss him

but actually this time

< jisung >

you and jisung were watching a movie on netflix

his head was on your lap

and you were playing with his hair

you could tell he was blushing

a few minutes later

he turned his head and asked if he could kiss you

you decline just because you wanted to pay attention to the movie

you felt bad though bcs jisung looked embarrassed

he even apologized which made you feel even worse

so you tapped his shoulder

and kissed him on the cheek

he covered his face and didn’t talk to you for like a solid 20 minutes

the cheek kiss + the hair play literally rendered him speechless

you called him cute and he literally had to excuse himself

jisung has to be so cute when he’s flustered

man.

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thank you sm for reading !! i hope you enjoyed :D feel free to request something if you’d like :]

~ with love, huangbae :)

#request #nct dream reactions #nct dream #nct dream fluff #nct 2020 #mark lee #renjun #nct jeno #haechan #jaemin #chenle #jisung #nct imagines #kpop imagines #kpop fluff

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moonlit-imagines · 4 years ago

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Headcanons for being Tony Stark’s stepkid

Tony Stark x Potts!child!reader

warnings: alcohol mention

a/n: i rushed these so bad i just wanted to post dhhshsnsna

prompt: y/n is pepper’s kiddo!

it was just you and your mom for a long time

pepper and y/n potts

she couldn’t keep up with you sometimes, too busy dealing with the manchild that was mister anthony edward stark

speaking of—

“uh, who’s this?” -tony, pointing at you

“mr. stark, i am so sorry, the school closed because some kid set fire to the science lab and i didn’t have time to find a sitter—”

“no, it’s fine, no need to apologize. hey, kid, you wanna sit in the boss’s chair? i’ll let you run the company for the day!” *cue you nodding* “sweet, would you mind that, ms. potts?”

“oh? no, not at all” *mouthing* “thank you”

“so, uh, what’s your name? no, don’t tell me: ketchup.”

*giggling* “y/n”

“no way! that was my second guess!”

tony wasn’t used to being around kids

he had no idea that he was actually kind of good around them

despite a few minor hiccups

“you sit in my chair and im gonna spin you around, sound like fun?”

he spun you around WAY too fast and you were diiiiizzy, also you fell off the chair

“don’t tell your mom that we did that. she may be my assistant, but she scares the shit out of me. also, don’t say ‘shit’”

dude he just thought you were a cool kid!!!

“hey, you know, ms. potts, you dont really need to hire a babysitter anymore. y/n’s doing just fine hanging out here”

“how am i not surprised you befriended an actual child?”

she still took him up on his offer, you seemed pretty happy

when your mom worked late, you passed out in tonys office

tony and you had your own little secrets (like falling off the spinning chair), tony showed you around stark tower, and you practically lived there

“i got you a happy meal from mcdonalds!” -tony every day after your school

in all honesty, you weren’t the “popular” kid at school...not even close

but tony made up for it

“y/n! i found this old racecar toy in a box of old stuff, you wanna hold onto it for me?”

you kind of grew up in stark tower tbh? it was pretty cool

and as you grew up, you started to notice more

“mr. tony, do you have a crush on my mom?”

“do i what? no, no, i do—who the hell am i kidding? you caught me”

“called it!”

after that you did everything to try and get them together

when your mom was talking to tony, you would stand behind her and wiggle your eyebrows and just taunt tony endlessly

no! tony cannot remember your mom’s birthday for the life of him! you are his calendar now

“dude, why dont you just ask JARVIS to remind you?”

“i may be a genius, but that doesn’t mean i have common sense”

“wise words, sir” -JARVIS

when tony disappeared for 3 months you were so sad???? like you were not okay at all

and when he came back, he literally exited the plane saying “WHERE’S ‘T-POTT??’”

(your wonderful nickname. ‘t’ for ‘tony jr.’ and ‘pott’ for ‘potts’)

“my mom missed you”

“oh, i bet she did”

“you turned my child into you, tony. i will never forgive you for this”

“well, at least y/n was here to fill in for me, huh?”

tony wanted to show you the arc reactor but he was actually afraid of scarring you lmfaoooo

but he did let you in on the iron man secret (he knew you wouldn’t snitch)

and just to make sure:

“if you dont tell anyone, i’ll buy you a car when you turn 16”

“man, that’s like, forever away”

“good, maybe you’ll forget by then”

ur mom kinda maybe sorta found out abt iron man :/ she told you that tony was a bad influence

“mom! no, tony’s cool! he’s like a superhero”

“no, sweetie, he’s a rich guy with issues. we’re leaving”

that didn’t last long

not long at all

and soon they FINALLY got together

“jeez, i thought you two would never stop pining after each other”

“couldnt have done it without my wingman” -tony *fistbump*

“as thanks can i have my own iron man suit?”

“yes.” *pepper glaring at him* “no.”

sooner or later your mom and you moved into tony’s house and you got a really big room!!!!

it was completely decked out

king sized bed, flatscreen tv, mini-fridge, microwave, computer, your own bathroom with a smaller tv, a poster of tony??? (you vandalized it and put it in his workshop), and more!!!

okay you were spoiled

“do you like it here? are you sure i made the right choice?” -pepper

“are you kidding, mom? this is awesome! plus, you’re happy, i’m happy, tony’s happy, i think JARVIS is even happy!”

“i am, mx. potts. simply ecstatic” -JARVIS

pepper was really happy!! it was a pretty cool family

you started giving your school tony’s number if you ever got in trouble, you knew he’d cover for you

“mr. potts, is it?”

“sure”

“your child, y/n, punched another student in the face today. we’re very disappointed in their behavior”

“why’d they punch the kid?”

“well, the other student punched y/n first”

“HAH! thank you for wasting my time. send y/n back to class and call me back if something important comes up”

he literally gave you a high five when you got home

“i gave him a black eye!”

“i couldn’t be more proud. i mean, i dont condone violence, but self defense is a whole other story”

a little help in the workshop, tony asks you to hold the flashlight

“why don’t you get one of your robots to hold this for you?”

“are you kidding me, you’re complaining? we’re having stepdad/stepkid bonding time! and dum-e can’t do anything right, i dont trust him”

youve had a few theme park trips as a family ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

also tony has 100% told you to wait in the car and then left you alone for 2+ hours

“i’m not like a regular dad, im a step-dad. want some beer? you can have a little sip. i’d rather you do it in the house”

your mother actually does love how he actually cares about you!

“y/n is 12% my responsibility” -tony

“tony, you are impossible” -pepper

no avengering for you! pepper said no!!!!!!

disappointed but not surprised

iron man 3: y/n potts is put through the wringer

Text Message to Mr. Tony: bro you better come get your girl, me and happy are watching this other guy flirting with her. he’s showing her pics of his ‘big brain’

Mr. Tony: HE WHAT

Text Message to Mr. Tony: Tony he looks creepy i don’t want him to be my new stepdad do something!!!

anyways ur house kinda blew up and ur mom and you kinda got kidnapped and u were right abt that guy being creepy and thankfully no experiments were done on you but like your mom kinda almost died and her and tony were fine!!! all good in the end

you met mr. col. james rhodes that day

“aw, you’re the kid ive heard so much about” -rhodey

“you mean the coolest kid in the world?check.”

“you cant tell me you aren’t tony’s biological child, good god”

you got to meet the avengers later on too! (you’d already met natasha tho, only briefly)

“i know it can be a little overwhelming, right? meeting all these heros, legends even—” -rhodey

“oh, my god, is that thor? thor!!” -you, leaving rhodey in the dust

literally why does pepper trust you around tony something always goes wrong there were literally robots attacking, you were only at avengers tower bc your mom was busy with the company and she thought you’d be safe with the avengers. the AVENGERS.

“please dont tell your mom that i created a bad robot that tried to kill us. the robot will be the least of our problems” -tony

he made happy pick you up and you had to miss out on FUN and it sucked a lot

“it’s okay, y/n! i’m fun, too!” -happy

then your mom and tony took a break and your life got mega-boring for a while, but they weren’t separated for that long. you try not to think about it. it was brutal

Mr. Tony: Does she miss me?

New Message to Mr. Tony: I think so. Either that or she’s crying and drinking wine in the dark for no reason.

Mr. Tony: Damn it, now I feel bad. I miss her a lot. Oh, also, the Avengers say ‘hi,’ I’m in Germany with some bad news, I’ll explain later if you don’t see it on TV first, and I found you the perfect friend! His name is Peter and I think you’d like the school he goes to, it’s in Midtown. Smart kid school.

New Message to Mr. Tony: I’ll look into it, thanks. Also, I don’t like how those all connect. Please update me asap

watching the news to see several avengers arrested, cap on the run, and more!

“maybe it was good i didn’t fall in with the avengers”

tony and pepper finally got back together and you actually transferred to midtown high! peter and his friend group accepted you quickly, it was great. you and flash unfortunately had the most in common

you’d literally text happy right next to peter and he’d immediately reply to you. it hurt peter’s feelings

Momma: Sweetie! I’m working in the office late, leftovers are in the fridge, hope you have a wonderful day at school! 💕

👉👈the vulture tried to kill you for being tony’s stepkid, tony made peter promise to protect you

“y/n, you gotta stay out of harm’s way. mr. stark gave me an actual mission and it’s terrifying, i have to make sure you stay safe”

legit why the fuck was this old man tryna kill you bro grow up

anyyyywayssss your mom and tony got engaged!!

“wow, i thought the day would never come!!” -you

ppl told you tony isnt your stepdad bc ur mom and him werent married but who tf asked

why is the earth always in fucking danger

you and peter were just vibing on the field trip bus and all the sudden: space donut

“go! i’ll cover for you...FRIDAY, call tony”

“...hi there, little one”

“what the fuck”

“oh, so you see the aliens, too? well, at least im not crazy”

tony stark has left the atmosphere

you and your mom were kinda......not chillin tho

she and you didn’t sleep for a few nights, then ppl just straight up disappeared

plot twist: you survived the snap and your family was lucky to be alive, you even got a little sister who became a big handful!

only bad thing was all your friends dusted and you were pretty lonely

but watching morgan grow up kept you busy

“ahhh, shes so big!”

happy times in bad times

bad times!!!!! bc after five years thanos came back as thanos from like ten years ago. outdated thanos. obsolete thanos.

but you made your first and only appearance in the suit tony actually designed for you many years ago

you should have just stayed home tho bc that fight didnt pass the vibe check

“please dont tell me he...no, no, no, no, no”

you and your mom latched onto each other in tears, tony was one of the best people in your life, he made you and your mom two of the happiest people on earth

best stepdad a kid could ever ask for

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elsanna-shenanigans · 4 years ago

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August Contest Submission #3: Up To You

Elsa looked up from the brochure to where her sister was sitting on the couch, sipping her frappuccino with a smug face.

“Speed dating?” she asked, making sure to put in all the bewilderment possible in those two words. “Really, Anna? Speed dating?”

Anna slurped loudly before speaking. “Come on, it could be fun!” she exclaimed, rolling her eyes in that same way she always did when she thought Elsa was being ‘boring.’ “Plus, you’ve been alone for so long–”

“I haven’t!”

“–and you’re always ignoring the people I try to set you up with–”

“I don’t ignore them…”

“–and you don’t believe in dating apps–”

“Dick pic apps.”

“–and I care about you and want you to be happy, so you could try this one last thing.” She took another sip of her coffee. “For me.”

Elsa groaned. She hated it when Anna used that argument. “Fine, I’ll do it for you,” she grumbled, sinking deeper into the illegally comfy chair of their usual cafe. “Once, and then you drop the subject.”

Anna finished off her coffee, then put a hand over her chest and raised the other up. “I promise to never bring it up again in my entire life if you give it a try.”

Elsa smirked. “Wrong hands, but A for effort.”

Anna blew her a raspberry.

“When is that thing anyway?”

“You just read the brochure!” Anna huffed. “Wednesday, I think. At eight. And it’s the bar that’s just round the corner from here, before you ask.” She reached across the table to steal a bit of cream from Elsa’s cake with her finger. “Oh, and I’ll go with you, of course.”

And there went Elsa’s grand plan of pretending to have gone there. Anna sucked on her finger innocently, as if she knew precisely what she’d just prevented.

“Cream-stealer,” Elsa muttered under her breath. “Fine, we can meet up on that bus stop on the other side of the street at ten to eight.”

“Nuh-uh, we’ll need to register, let’s do half past seven.”

Elsa took a deep breath to prepare for a groan, but something else caught her attention.

“Wait, what do you mean we?”

“I’m not gonna just watch you, duh,” she said, as if it was the most obvious thing on Earth. “I’m bored, I’m single and ready to mingle.”

“But it’s girls-only.”

“Elsa!” She put her hand back on her chest and blinked in mock-disbelief. “I am bisexual. I can date girls.”

Elsa sighed. “But you broke up with Hans yesterday.”

“And I am ready to mingle.”

+++

Wednesday came way too soon for Elsa’s liking.

“You’re late.”

“Lovely to see you too,” she murmured, waving her hand to invite Anna under her umbrella. “I had to do some overtime, I finished work at seven.”

Anna linked her arm with her. “Crap, so you didn’t have time to change?”

“I wouldn’t have changed anyway,” she scoffed. “It’s not like it’s a fancy date with expensive wine, and my work attire is smart casual anyway.”

She looked down at Anna’s high heels and exposed legs. In mid-October.

“You had time to get dressed though.”

“I got on a shopping spree on Monday,” Anna sighed. “I spent like, legit, four hundred bucks, but at least I spent them on things I wanted and not on overpriced exhibition tickets because Mister Westergaard needs to experience the fine arts and he simply cannot go alone.”

Elsa snickered. Really, she never understood what Anna saw in that douchebag in the first place.

“Besides, I need to look nice now that I’m back on the market.”

“Anna, please, you’re not a banana.”

“I might as well be. ‘A little damaged but still sweet.’”

They arrived outside the bar, and Elsa felt herself go paler at the crowd she could see inside.

“It’s Wednesday…” she moaned. “What the hell are so many people doing here on a Wednesday.”

“Looking for soulmates?” Anna offered. “Chill, I bet not even half of them are here for the speed dating. Nobody does speed dating.”

Elsa squinted at her, but Anna was busy looking inside.

“Aha! See, it’s also the ‘two for one’ shots evening tonight.”

“Great, I might need those to survive.”

+++

They finally finished registering–Anna insisted on going inside one by one, ‘so nobody thinks we’re related, or a couple!’, which slowed things down considerably as Elsa had to stand outside like an idiot for ten minutes ‘for good measure’–at five to eight, just as the organizers called for Blue Nameplate people to take their seats. Elsa looked down at her plate, realized it was, in fact, blue, groaned and quickly finished up ordering her cocktail, then hurried to take her seat at table 4.

The things she did for Anna.

She didn’t even get the chance to take a proper look around before the first bell sounded and the Red Nameplates started taking places at the tables.

A seemingly nice brunette named Maya sat down in front of her.

“Hi! Elsa, what a nice name!”

“I like yours too,” she answered, feeling the insides of her palms get sweaty. God, she knew she’d be nervous, but she didn’t think she’d be getting this nervous. “You uh, you come here often?”

“To the bar or the speed dating?”

“Both?”

“First time here,” the girl laughed and Elsa felt compelled to laugh back. “But I’ve been to some speed dates before, you?”

“Been in the bar once before on a bachelor party, but first time trying the speed dating thing.”

“Oh, what made you wanna try?”

“My sister,” she answered shortly. Maya looked like she was waiting for an explanation. “I mean, she forced me to.”

“Ahh, is she one of those siblings who can’t stand you being alone?”

Elsa furrowed her brows. “I… guess? Actually, she’s–” she bit her tongue before she could blew the disguise Anna had her standing outside in the rain ten minutes for, “–very sweet and caring.”

“Oh damn, that’s so cool! I wish I could have a relationship like that with my sister, but we’ve been at war with each other ever since we were like, this big!”

“What did you fight about then?”

“Toys, mostly.”

There was an awkward pause.

Elsa cleared her throat. “So, um, do you have any hobbies?” And she immediately wanted to slap herself. Of course she has to have some hobbies. What kind of a stupid question was that.

“Yeah, I– so I do this thing with beads, where I put them on this kindova special board in like, various designs and then…”

She kept going on, but honestly, Elsa tuned her out. She looked over her shoulder in a very low-key manner, trying to assess how many people she would have to go through this evening.

She couldn’t spot Anna anywhere, too. If the entire ‘wait ten minutes in the freezing rain’ thing was just some elaborate plan to actually ditch her there, she was going to kick her ass back to their hometown.

“–and that’s how I got my first dog, Benji.”

Elsa blinked rapidly, trying to guess how and why the woman arrived at this ending to the story.

“That’s great. Great name for the dog, too.”

Wow. She was really a bit of an asshole. Guess if she was going to learn a bunch of shit about complete strangers today, she should at least get to learn something about herself, too.

Her five minutes with Maya were mostly spent with Maya talking about herself and Elsa grunting back responses, and when the bell sounded she breathed a quiet and discreet sigh of relief.

The first rotation went by and she was suddenly faced with a gorgeous girl named Elisa.

“Elsa,” she said simply, nodding towards Elsa’s nameplate.

“Elisa?” she returned the favor.

“I’m gonna be straight with you, I’m not gonna date you,” she said so quickly Elsa barely got it. “Our names are too similar for it to make sense and I don’t like blondes.”

“O… kay?”

“But we can still talk about some shit for five minutes.” She let out a deep sigh, like she was doing Elsa some massive favor. “That cocktail you’re drinking any good?”

After five minutes of basically discussing the pros and cons of various cocktails and other alcoholic beverages, the bell rang for another rotation and before Elsa could take a breather, she was faced with Danielle, who’s biggest advantage had to be her red hair–Elsa liked redheads–and biggest disadvantage her huge interest in Elsa’s possible Aryan heritage. Five minutes later and Danielle was replaced by Ada, a sweet, but shy and quiet girl. When added to Elsa’s own natural shyness and quietness, they didn’t talk much for the next five minutes until Ada got up and in came Rebecca, then Heather and another Rebecca.

Elsa was almost done with her drink and about ready to either leave or kill herself when a gorgeous redhead in a dark emerald dress sat down in front of her, spreading about the scent of roses and strawberries.

Anna was a Red Nameplate. They didn’t coordinate that too well.

“Hello,” she said softly, batting her eyelashes. “Pleased to meet you.”

Elsa raised her eyebrows. “The pleasure is mine, Anna.”

Two can play this game.

“Actually, it’s Ah-na. I like Elsa, is it short for Elisabeth?”

“No it’s just– just Elsa.” She ran her finger along the edge of her glass. “So, come here often?”

Anna rested her elbows on the table and her chin on her folded hands. “Are you hitting everyone with that question?”

“Not everyone.” Elsa smirked. “Some girls managed to hit me with it first.”

She smiled, flashing the row of perfectly straight teeth that Elsa knew she had to wear braces for almost six years for. “But to answer, it’s my first time here.”

“Not really big on speed dating?”

“Just starting.” She leaned back in her chair. “And I’m not big on bars, so I haven’t been to many since I came here.”

“Oh? And why did you come here?”

“College.”

“What major?”

“Astrophysics.” Even in a mock-speed date she said it with the same pride she always did whenever asked. “And you? College, or…?”

“I work for an IT and web design company in downtown.”

“Ooh, that sounds lucrative.”

“It is,” she agreed. “I got a spoiled college brat of a sister who gets allowance from our parents and me, so I gotta keep up.”

Anna gasped. “Sounds like a nightmare.”

“On one hand yeah, but on the other she keeps me sane and cares for my relationships more than I do.” Elsa laughed. “She was the one who made me come here.”

“Honestly, it all sounds like she’s a controlling monster.”

Elsa mused. “Hm, maybe you’re right. I should probably cut down on her allowance.” Anna’s smirk told her she knew she was not going to do that. “Man, I came here for a date and it seems I’m getting a free therapy session.”

“Isn’t it what relationships are, at the end of the day? A committed arrangement with a person who has to listen to you and can’t run away?”

Elsa paused with her glass halfway to her lips. “Who hurt you?”

“My ex boyfriend,” Anna sighed. “Massive piece of shit. Only cared about himself.”

“Sounds like my ex girlfriend, too.” They both laughed. They’ve been over all the various faults of their exes time and time again. “Well, I guess we should ask the typical questions, no? Like, what are your hobbies?”

“Horse riding, singing, playing the piano,” she listed the things that Elsa was well aware she was good at. “Recently picked up modern jazz dancing,” she added as an afterthought, something Elsa was vaguely aware she was planning to do. “Oh, and I secretly write lesbian fanfics.”

Oh. That was new.

“What about you?”

Elsa thought for a moment. “I’m into horse riding, too, and I sing in the shower. Web design. Video games,” she started with the obvious, but, just like Anna did, she planned to hit her with something unexpected. “And I crochet. It’s a stress-relief thing, but I’m actually pretty good at it.”

Anna shot her the brightest, goofiest smile in the world.

+++

She was on her way home when Anna called–because, obviously, they had to leave the place ten minutes apart–and couldn’t pick up, so she called her back when she arrived at her apartment.

“Took you long enough.”

“Wouldn’t be a problem if you’d waited for me.”

“Wah-wah. So? How did it go?”

“I didn’t die.”

“But did you leave your contact for anyone?”

“Nope.”

“Elsa! That was the entire point of the evening!”

“But I didn’t like any of those girls,” she sighed. “Honestly, you were the most interesting person I met tonight, and I already knew you.”

“You don’t know everything about me.”

“True. I gotta read some of your fanfics.”

“Never. What’s in my fanfics is between me and god, and the thousands of people in my fandoms.”

“Alright, keep your secrets,” she laughed. “You know I could just get into your email if I really wanted to.”

“But you’re a sane person who values privacy. Anyway, you didn’t even leave a contact for me?”

“Anna, I already have your phone number.”

“But it’s for show! They see that you’re having a great time with me and we’re basically a match made in heaven and you don’t leave me your contact, that just looks shady.”

“Okay, jeez, sorry.”

“It’s alright, we can fix it the next time.”

“Fine– wait, what do you–”

“Love you, byeee!”

Anna hung up.

Elsa looked over at her terrarium, where her pet gecko was currently busy licking his eye.

“I tell you, Bruni, this girl is gonna ruin me one day.”

+++

The next speed dating night Anna dragged her to was in a different bar, a little further away from where she lived and supposedly more ‘high end,’ which also meant Anna gave her a twenty minute talk about appropriate date attire.

She was currently in the bar bathroom fudging with her light purple blouse, trying to smooth out the huge wrinkle that appeared out of nowhere before Anna noticed it and gave her shit for not ironing.

The organizers called for the sitting people–black nameplate this time, because high end–to take their places and, once again, Elsa realized she was one of those who shall not rotate.

She did make a quick detour for the bar.

Her first partner was Sarah, 23, Libra, INFP, Ravenpuff, poly vegan who talked way too much about Harry Potter for Elsa to even ask anything of relevance. After the three minute mark–only three! Thank god–in came Grace, a showline cat breeder with little cat earrings. Next bell introduced Kate, a self-proclaimed computer geek so Elsa was hopeful, but then it turned out she only plays MMORPGs and roleplays on Discord.

And then came Anna, once again on the rotating team, this time in a burgundy lace cocktail dress that made her look absolutely stunning, and for a moment Elsa wished she could actually flirt with this girl.

She shook that thought away.

“We only have 3 minutes,” Anna said as she sat down. “Make it count.”

“Damn, you’re not fucking around,” Elsa snorted, taking a sip of her Old Fashioned. “Okay, who’s your favorite book author and why?”

Anna rolled her eyes. “I don’t like that question, people always ask it when they have no idea what to ask,” she sighed. “But fine, George Orwell, and because he manages to convey very complex ideas and messages in a very simplified form, ensuring a statistical median person is able to properly decode them.”

Elsa was slack jawed. “Jesus, Anna,” she said softly, mixing the cocktail around in her hand. “That was so fucking pretentious I feel like I should get up and order a Bud Light to tone it down.”

“Oh, shut up.” She looked at her sternly. “Tell me something I don’t know.”

“Ask me a question.”

“Okay.” She thought for a moment. “What’s your biggest fear?”

“That you don’t know?” She wondered. Since she was a child she was afraid of spiders, but Anna knew that. She also knew Elsa hated heights and fire. Something she didn’t know about… “I guess… okay, that’s very precise, but biting into something soft only for there to be something super hard inside and cracking my teeth.”

Anna hissed. “Ouch, I felt that.” She shuddered visibly. “For me a similar thing would be biting into food, chewing it and swallowing and then noticing there’s worms in it.”

“Ew, thanks for the image,” Elsa groaned, thinking of the last time she ate something a few hours ago and how it was threatening to make a comeback now. “Okay, let’s change the subject… what is something that you would never expect to find in your food but that you wouldn’t mind to find there?”

Anna brought a finger up to her lips as she pondered the question.

“Hurry up, we have like 40 seconds left.”

“Uh… maybe, if I bit into a raspberry and it was actually a strawberry inside?”

Elsa laughed.

“What?”

“You could have picked a diamond ring in your cheesecake or a bar of gold in your snickers and you chose a strawberry in a raspberry?”

“Hey, I just don’t like raspberries, and people put them everywhere!” She made a grumpy face. “And the question was pretty vague.”

“It was, yeah. Sorry.”

And yet, she learned something new. She had no idea Anna was so opposed to raspberries.

+++

Over time, she realized that even though they were closed now and she thought she knew her well, she didn’t know Anna at all.

“What would you most regret if you dropped dead right now?” she asked on their fourth speed date, looking at Anna over the candle light that reflected as a little dancing flame in Anna’s irises.

“Wearing this dress today,” she answered instantly, pointing to the muddy splash on her cream dress. “But jokes aside, probably… letting you get so distant when we were younger.”

Elsa shook her head. “It was not your fault. There wasn’t anything you could do.”

“I could have learned what your problem was and tried to appease it instead of being an annoying brat. So yeah, I regret that. We could have been in a very different place now.”

She furrowed her brows. “Are we in a bad place?”

Anna played with her glass, a brightly colored cocktail sloshing around. “Can I move in with you?”

Elsa froze.

“That’s what I tho–”

“Yes.”

Anna’s sad smile turned into a shocked expression. “What?”

“Yes, you can,” Elsa let out a soft sigh. It was high time she let someone in her private space, and the more she got to know her, the more she felt Anna was the right person to trust. “After your contract for the room expires.”

That gave her a few months to adapt and prepare a bedroom for Anna.

Anna laughed, and kept laughing for a moment until Elsa joined her and a couple from the table closest to them looked over in confusion.

“We’re not really following the rules of this date, are we?”

+++

After some time, she’d lost count of how many ‘speed dates’ she’d been on with her sister. While Anna still dragged her out in hopes Elsa could find a partner that she could maybe potentially spend the rest of her life with, Elsa was mostly going there just for Anna. An excuse to ask Anna questions on a neutral ground, where she was inclined to answer because of their little ‘game.’ Questions that helped her get to know her sister better than she could ever hope to.

Anna was a romantic soul. She cried when she got emotional, not only when she was sad, when animals died in movies, when a piece of music hit that particular note, and sometimes without reason, especially on Sundays. She loved the scent of tree sap, horses and gasoline, but also of Elsa’s favorite perfumes. She preferred showers over baths, but sometimes she would be so tired she would curl up in the bathtub and cry for a few minutes about how sad it is that she needs to wash and nobody is helping her.

She hated cooking, but she enjoyed it a little more if she was cooking for somebody, particularly Elsa, and she cheered up whenever the food she gave people was complimented, even if it was a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. She generally enjoyed sweet breakfasts, but she would sometimes crave bacon, especially if she woke earlier than usual. She liked waking up early, but had a hard time organizing her day afterwards.

She hated smoking and the taste of cigarettes, but she enjoyed the scent of tobacco smoke. She liked to read books in a very dim light, even though she knew it was bad for her eyes, cause it helped her imagination work. She couldn’t listen to music without visualizing something, and it would be a different thing for different genres, or even different artists. Her least favorite hour of the day was around five in the afternoon. Her favorite month was December, because she loved giving gifts, and that’s when she could give two to Elsa. Her least favorite time of the year was Spring, because she never knew what weather to expect and how to dress.

She liked to sleep under many blankets, but she didn’t like comforters. She needed to wedge her head between two pillows if she slept on her back. She still slept with a plush pony Elsa gave her when she was nine.

That pony was her only connection to Elsa for years and she grew to associate it with her.

She had strong opinions. She had strong preferences. She didn’t like it when her opinions were contested, or her preferences not met.

And though Elsa did not agree with everything–especially Anna’s obsession with medical dramas that spanned a billion seasons–all the little things that made up Anna made her want to only know more.

In time, she found herself sitting through strangers she had absolutely no interest in, just so she could talk to the one person she wanted.

And maybe it was the discovery of ‘wanted to know’ changing to ‘wanted’ then slowly to ‘yearned for’ that made her shut her off again.

“What the hell should I do, Bruni?” she asked the lizard after ignoring another text from Anna. At this point, she was more than painfully aware of what it all meant. She fell in love with her.

She fell in love with her goddamn sister.

The gecko only licked his eye.

“Am I supposed to know what that means?” she asked softly, then scowled when she heard another text message chime.

Grumbling under her nose, she unlocked her phone and read the last notifications.

Going to date at the first bar tonight. Come. Or don’t.

Up to you.

+++

Somehow, she found herself standing in front of the bar in nice clothes, waiting for the registration to open. She took up a blue nameplate and sat down, no alcohol, way before the entire thing started.

She could see her come in, and she knew Anna spotted her as well. But this was a game, and they had to play by the rules.

The first person went by and she didn’t even catch her name. Neither did she the second. The third she remembered only because it was Annabelle. Fourth, fifth and sixth she wasn’t even sure she said anything to.

“Hi.”

“Hey,” she said softly, watching her sit down on the creaky chair.

“I guess that’s how we communicate now?” Anna laughed, but it was painfully empty and fake, and Elsa knew there was not a trace of joke in what she said.

But instead of dwelling on it, Elsa launched into questions. “What is your favorite color? It seems so basic but I never asked, and I’ve been wondering recently.”

Anna actually gave a solid few moments of thought to it. “I don’t think I have one. I like a bunch of darker colors and some pastels, depending on what the color is on. It would be easy to say which I don’t like.”

“And those are?”

“This very bright, canary yellow and pitch black. They just don’t really go well with anything in my opinion.”

“Hm.”

An awkward pause. Something that never happened between them again, not in this setting.

“Elsa?”

“Yeah?”

“Is there–” She bit her lip, visibly trying to come up with the right way to ask what she wanted to. “Is there something you would like me to ask you about?”

As much as Anna bared her soul to Elsa, Elsa did to Anna. And the fact she worded the question like that showed just how much she’d learned and cared.

God, she was perfect.

“Do you know why I’m here?”

Anna clearly didn’t expect that, judging by her baffled expression. “N-no.”

“It started out as a thing I wanted to do just so you would let it go. Then you tricked me into another time, and physically dragged me to another, and I had to find something constant in all of that madness that would keep me sane”

She stopped to gauge her expression, but she didn’t have much time. The clock was ticking.

“And it was you. So after a while I was just going because I wanted to play this silly little game we’re playing.”

Anna smiled and opened her mouth, but Elsa interrupted.

“But we never started the game off properly. We never really introduced ourselves.”

Anna raised her brows, but she didn’t say anything.

Elsa gulped. “So, yeah. Hi, I’m Elsa. I’m 26, and I have a three years younger sister. She’s an absolute angel, and the most amazing and interesting person I know.” She put her shaking hands under the table. “And I am in love with her.”

The bell rang and Anna got up, then promptly walked out of the bar.

+++

Rain was beating down on her slanted windows, drowning all other sounds out.

She was lying on her couch in loose jeans and a simple gray sweatshirt, with only the nearby standing lamp on and Bruni chilling in the nook of her neck.

She did not not deserve nice things. She didn’t deserve her nice clothes or any sort of entertainment. She was a fuck-up who fell in love with her sister. She was a fuck-up who told her sister about it, instead of keeping it in where it could only hurt one person.

She didn’t deserve Bruni, but he deserved to be taken care of, so she fed him as soon as she got back and then let him nestle on her to seep her warmth.

“Fuck,” she whispered, pressing the back of her palm harder into her forehead.

She was a complete, utter fuck-up.

A louder noise cut through the rain, but she discarded it as either the plumbing going crazy or something carried over by the wind hitting the windows.

Until it sounded again, louder, and it clearly was knocking on her door.

She considered not getting up and just letting the person go, but they seemed content on hammering her door until either she opened up or they broke through.

With a deep, tired sigh–she fucked up, she was repenting by isolation, why couldn’t people just leave her alone–she got up, put Bruni back in his terrarium and trudged over to the door.

She swung it open and her heart stopped beating.

Anna was drenched from head to toe. Was she seriously strolling about in this storm? Did she even get back somewhere inside at all since she left that bar?

“An–”

“No, let me speak,” she spoke sharply, her voice echoing down the corridor of the apartment complex. “You… you already said enough for today.”

Elsa gulped. That much was certainly true. She moved out of the doorway to let Anna in, but she was adamant on standing where she was, barefoot with her high heels in her hand.

“How– How dare you,” she started, shivering in the draft. “How dare you say… that to me. This was a game, Elsa, nothing serious, only a silly way to pass the time.”

Elsa nodded, feeling a new wave of guilt wash over her.

“Just a game that we developed by accident, a game that gave me a way to ask for the things I was always too afraid to ask and risk you shutting me out.”

There were tears in her eyes.

“And then you shut me out for weeks and you come back with this?”

The tears were now on her cheeks, mixing with the rainwater from her bangs.

“In the bar?”

She trembled harder and Elsa had to fight back the urge to wrap her arms around her.

“You say you love me in the game?”

She turned her face towards the floor and finally took a step towards her, then another, until her forehead was resting against Elsa’s collarbone.

“At least have the decency to take me out on a real date.”

Elsa was almost sure she misheard that, but when she unfroze to look down, Anna’s lips were on her own and her tongue in her mouth, and she tasted like bubblemint and rain. Her cold hands moved in around Elsa’s neck and on her cheek, and when she stepped down from her toes they slid to rest against her chest.

Something surreal just happened.

“I love you,” Anna said quietly. “I’m in love with you, too. I don’t know how, or why or when it happened but it did.”

Elsa was dumbfounded.

“Please, say something.”

“I love you,” she gasped out, the tension finally leaving as liquid through her eyes. “And I-I will take you. On a date. W-whenever you want.”

Anna looked down at her bare, wet feet.

“Can I stay the night, first?”

#elsanna #submission #august 2020 contest #prompt: discovery

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yugiohcardsdaily · 4 years ago

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In honor of my 25th birthday, here are 25 facts about me and our beloved franchise, Yu-Gi-Oh!

I’ve been collecting the cards since I was 6.

I watched the original anime when it was first coming out in America. Back when it was on KidsWB, I believe.

The dubs are the only way I’ve ever experienced the shows. I can’t bring myself to watch the subs because of it. Also it was a wonderful thing to look forward to every Saturday morning, back when they still had cartoons on at the time.

When I was little, I’d pull cards out of my collection and duel one of my sisters. We didn’t know all the rules, so we’d end up with huge hands and a lot of nonsense turns. So it was almost like Season 1 of the original anime, except in real life.

I learned how to duel properly in high school. For some reason, Yu-Gi-Oh! became really popular to play when I was a junior/in the 11th grade, so I got to enjoy it with other people. Ran an Agents deck, wasn’t very good, but I had fun.

I’ve written Yu-Gi-Oh! fanfiction since I was in the 5th grade, which was roughly about 2006 or 2007. I also started writing Naruto fanfiction at about the same time, but I haven’t written that nearly as much as I’ve written Yu-Gi-Oh! stuff.

My first three Yu-Gi-Oh! OCs are characters I still use to this day. They’ve evolved a lot over the years, kind of growing up with me. In case anyone’s curious, their names are Carrie West, Jessica West, and Mirage. Carrie’s the main one, Jessica’s her sister, and Mirage was originally just supposed to be like a “Yami” for Carrie. She’s much more than that now, but I won’t bore you with the details.

The first time I saw anything 5Ds-related, I thought it was stupid and avoided watching it. Thank the Crimson Dragon I gave it another try.

This isn’t news, but my favorite characters in the franchise are Yugi Muto and Yusei Fudo. Still bitter about how much Yugi is ignored in favor of Yami/Atem, even in official merch. And also bitter that a lot of images of Yusei on official stuff erases his criminal mark, even though he’s had it since like Episode 6 and always had it in the manga, from what little I’ve read of it.

I met my best friend through fanfiction for this franchise. I posted my work on good ol’ Fanfiction.net, she reviewed, and the rest is history.

That friend got to go to Japan and see Darkside of Dimensions there. She also sent me some Yu-Gi-Oh!-related stuff that she bought while in Japan, including a DSoD booklet thing.

Said friend also got a recording of LittleKuriboh using his Yugi voice to say that I’m “super-special-awesome” as well as his signature in a 3-in-1 manga for the original series. It was at AnimeNorth, I believe, a few years ago now.

I was introduced to Yu-Gi-Oh! Abridged in high school by one of the boys I played the game with. The first Abridged thing I experienced was Leather Pants.

I thoroughly enjoyed Marik Plays Vampire: The Masquerade - Bloodlines, which is why I bought and played the game myself. Wish he’d go back to it, but until then I’ll just rewatch the videos every now and then.

Some kid on my school bus stole my Uria, Lord of Searing Flames card (which came from the tin based around it; I mistook it for Slifer at first) and my Black Luster Soldier card (might have been from one of Yugi’s early Starter decks.) I let him look at my card binders and the little shit took them out. >:/

My older sister wrote fanfiction that included a couple of my characters as a big part of the plot. This was because our characters were cousins. Anyway, I looked through it while chatting with my best friend. It. Was. Fucking. Awful. Carrie was completely out of character. Mirage wasn’t being utilized correctly. I anonymously ripped my sis a new one through a review on FF.net, which caused her to take it down and come to me, saying something about how I had great fans who would defend my OCs and she was sorry. She still doesn’t know it was me.

As a result of the above, I stopped including her OC in my writing, and I actually had the character killed off in a OneShot because I didn’t want her lingering in my plots in any way. Said character was also paired with Kaiba in a very out of character fashion, so I set him free from her shackles. Now he’s in a crack ship in my universe with my bestie’s OC, nicknamed KaKa due to their names.

I have a couple of Yu-Gi-Oh! 5Ds OCs. They’re twin sisters who, because of me deciding how much time passes between the original series and this spin-off, are the great-granddaughters of Yugi Muto and one of my OCs.

I tried to play...Duelist of the Rose?? a game for the PS2 while at a friend’s house. Couldn’t get past the first fight which was with...I want to say Rex or Weevil. But the characters were using names from like King Henry and shit. Yugi/Yami said his name was Henry, but to call him Yugi, like what???

My current card collection count (try saying that five times fast) sits at 2813. I have them split among four binders, three of about the same size and one thin. Two of the four are just Monster cards.

I wish they’d stop making new rarities for cards. Toon Chaos was basically scalped because of that, but also it’s just unnecessary. There are lots of rarities available. They just stopped using some of them for whatever reason. Like, gimme more Ghost Rares and less Collector’s Rares, please!

I have ships I ship, which obviously include some OC x Canon ones, but I won’t name them. Shipping wars are dumb.

My favorite female character in the franchise is...a tie between Mai Valentine and Akiza Izinski. Don’t get me wrong. I like most of the lady cast in general. Also, I prefer Mai before her voice changed and Akiza during the Dark Signers stuff over who she becomes later in the series, which is just Yusei’s love interest.

There’s kind of a running gag in my Yu-Gi-Oh! fanfiction between me and my bestie. For the longest time, even if the story didn’t involve him, Kaiba kept appearing. I made a “meme” image to commemorate the reoccurring event, which is simply a pic of him with the words “Kaiba appears nonetheless” in impact font.

I started this blog on a whim. No idea why I did, but I’m glad that I never deleted it like I did so many other sideblogs. It has been an honor to be a part of this community. You guys have been amazing <33

#not duel monsters #delete later #maybe #long post //

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rainey-staerie-daize · 4 years ago

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A multi-day journal entry because it’s been a few: 03.10.21

Went for a nice walk around the neighborhood on Saturday because I felt like being outside and not at home. Found out where exactly Xan’s school is and how to get to it because I may or may not have to drop him off if Mom is scheduled extra days this month. Passed lots of houses and found out how all the nearby streets connect. Would've taken artsy pics except I forgot to take a phone with me. Met two or three tiny dogs and two big dogs at two different houses, and they all barked at me as I said hello. Oh, and one guy in a truck with tons of oranges in the back asked me if I wanted to buy some, but I declined. COVID-19, no money on me, and I don’t really like oranges all that much anyway because of the texture. Also passed by a house that was for sale with a kitchen sink that faces the front yard. There was a faucet zip-tied in its box in one side of it, and it’s the same faucet we have: Glacier Something, that detaches as a sprayer.

Getting to Xan’s school was kinda rocky for me because I was wearing my bad, thin-soled flats and I didn’t realize that there was a paved path on the other side of the wash until I got to the end at the school. Partway, I went to take off the mask because nobody was around and I needed all my depth perception, but one side broke as I did, so I spent a few minutes awkwardly standing at the end of the path as I retied my mask. Also tied my flannel shut because it’s too small to button, and it looked just a little odd with my AMBITION shirt and leggings.

Being at the school was kinda nostalgic, even though I never attended that specific one. Enough things were the same though: sun-faded signs, bike cage, playground equipment, fenced in area for the kindergarteners, portables in the back, a huge yellow field, clinking chains on the tetherball poles, and the silence of nobody else there but me.

Except, I wasn’t waiting for a parent to pick me up for once. I was there on my own free will. Other things that didn’t match my childhood include the entrance to the playground being nicely framed by four or so trees, a nice round gathering area painted like the sun around the flag pole, “welcome back” spelled out in blue Solo cups shoved into the bike cage fence, and one of the “no parking” signs by the drop-off area being scribbled out so it said “park here.” It was nice, and I yearn to be ten or younger again.

Partway through my little campus tour, it got a little windy, and I briefly thought about going home, but I ultimately decided to keep walking the same direction and circle my way back home. There’s a big dirt lot right next to the field fenced off, and then I could see the intersection that I’ve walked to the other way around before, so I headed over that way. Came across a shopping center with a bunch of stores, and looked at each one as I passed them. Was able to see inside of a dry cleaner place and look at the machines inside, but after the guy at the counter acknowledged my presence like I was a potential customer, I told him I had never seen inside one before and was just taking a walk, and kinda just... quickly walked away. The shopping center also had a Walmart Neighborhood Market, and I spotted a wild dark-haired Karen with no mask, that I felt was way to close to me. Probably three or four feet away, I don’t know. My depth perception sucks.

Rounding about the other end of the shopping center after looking at Panda Express, Denny’s, and a pizza place, I heard a familiar couple of notes come from one of the vehicles in the parking lot. The beginning notes of She’s a Beauty by The Tubes, which I almost never hear play on the radio or anything because it’s from the early 80s. Despite not being born until 2000, I know a few of their songs because my uncle is the bass player and I’ve been to a few of their concerts when I was younger.

So I started singing a bit as I was walking, and as it started getting more faint, I stopped walking, turned around, and cupped my right ear with my hand to keep listening. Pretty sure one guy looked at me like I was crazy, but I didn’t care. After it ended, or at least, I think it did, I continued on my way, the same route I use when I’m returning home from that street’s bus stop.

When I got home, Mom was out cold on her bed after the facial she did earlier. Skye later told me she never even noticed I left because she went straight to bed for an afternoon nap when she was done, never leaving her room.

I finally reset my sleep schedule enough to wake up at 4 AM on Sunday, which is good enough for me because I used to wake up then in high school anyway. I spent a while just waking up on the toilet, and then decided to do some light cleaning and picking up around the house to surprise Mom when she woke up. She never notices, but I didn’t care about that then.

After tidying up Kare’s hair accessories on the counter and finding her toothbrush still with toothpaste on it from the night before, I decided to rinse out her unicorn wash cloth sitting on the counter, and maybe clean up the toothpaste on the counter with it, but then Mom woke up from the couch. I got scared that she’d be mad I was doing stuff in her bathroom, so I snuck out to the other one. Was a little bored waiting for her to be busy with something so I could finish her counter, so I wiped down the counter of the bathroom I was in.

She tried to come in to get laundry, which startled me because I was right next to the door, and immediately spotted the unicorn cloth. She went off on me for using “something that she uses on her FACE” on the counters of all things. Briefly mentioned wiping the toilet, as if she thought that’s what I did before I walked in.

I didn’t even try explaining myself. Just stood there and let her yell. I know I got a little carried away with cleaning stuff, but like, it was soapy. It’s like Mom complaining that I used the dish sponge with antibacterial dish detergent on Roxie’s food bowls. It doesn’t make sense, but I was too tired and down on myself to care about her seeing my side.

During the visit, Skye and I stayed home and talked in our room, and I looked up that house I saw for sale. Not that nice, and currently off the market, but I found two others that I absolutely love. Kinda wish I’d had a job this entire time. Then maybe I could have enough money to put down a down payment and get one of them. Oh well.

Mom came home while the littles were still at the visit, and Skye and I both pretended to be asleep so we didn’t have to interact with her. Some of her behavior has seemed kinda... sus. I ended up falling asleep for real though, on the carpet, woke up briefly a few times, and finally got up at 1 AM.

Mom was still up, and told me how one of my old friends was trying to contact me but couldn’t because my phone was off, so I turned it back on and we talked for a while. I gave her my Google number in case my actual phone wasn’t working, and wished her a happy birthday, but she fell asleep before she saw the birthday message. Don’t remember much else of the day, except I turned in a Japanese quiz early and cleaned Roxie and her crate. Like always, cleaning took a while because I am very thorough, and because she pooped in the crate when I was washing her bowls. I had to rewash her and the crate floor, which, after last time, I now know slides TF out.

Ended it all with a hot bath for myself, which I fell asleep in. Woke up cold because half the water drained out through the faulty plug, so I ran it again, and fell asleep again. Woke up cold again, refilled it, and finally washed myself. Got out and was relieved to find Roxie and her “room” still clean, and I finished it off with her blankets and one of her beds from the dryer. I tried a new thing with the blanket where I tie one end (two corners) to the crate ceiling to almost make a tent, and she seems to like it.

Not counting the bath naps, I stayed up for over 24 hours, but didn’t realize why I was so damn tired until late Tuesday morning. Ended up falling asleep for a couple hours that afternoon, woke up for a while, and then went back to sleep at a decent time time at night, but I was woken up around 2:30 AM by Mom looking for her keys. She was panicking because March has blackout days and she’s already near her point limit, so being late could literally get her fired. She kept asking where I put them, since her purse and dealer apron were moved off of the crate by me to clean it, but I told her I hadn’t even seen them. I don’t think she believed me, because she still sounded like she was blaming me for not being able to find them.

Not my fault that you said “stop putting things on the dog crate,” and then you kept putting your own stuff on top of the dog crate, and then wanted me to clean it. Where the Hell was I supposed to put her stuff while I was cleaning it?

Skye eventually found her keys in the unlocked car, and she finally left, but was back by 4 AM because she signed the EO list. She tried to prank us when she came in by telling us she was fired, but I didn’t buy it because she wasn’t crying. Trust me, she’d be bawling her eyes out if that had actually happened.

Bringing us to Wednesday, I was a tired mess who’d done Duolingo all morning when I showed us to my Japanese lecture. I only remembered to do it because I heard Mom doing it. She’s apparently gonna learn Spanish.

I still have a few things to make up for that class, but at least I’ve finally organized my worksheets into homework packets. I’ve gone this long before remembering we own a stapler.

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uncomfortable-writers · 5 years ago

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Sugar and Spice 2 (Tony x Reader)

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Fandom: Marvel

Character: Tony Stark

Persona: Female

Word Count: 3,403

Warnings: Sugar Daddy!Tony, swearing, light smut in public, NSFW

18+ Only!

A/N - Decided to turn it into a little mini series! More plot driven then just straight up smut. Enjoy <3

Read Part One Here!

Tag List: @ofmiceand-batman // @hulksmashin-bannerpackin //

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The sunlight peeked through the slight crack in the curtains, creeping softly over your closed eyelids. You groaned, shifting your head further into the pillow you were cuddling silently refusing to wake up. It was the faint smell of cologne simmering in the air and drifting innocently into your nostrils which reluctantly made your eyes open. Of course he was gone. Tony never stayed the night. He usually left soon after the deed was done, sometimes a few hours later if he craved further affection like cuddles. He must of let himself out after you’d fallen asleep.

Hickies and scratches were the only physical evidence of your late night activities, Tony’s scent a reminder that it wasn’t just a filthy dream. Your once pristine bed now a sinful disarray of tousled sweat-stained sheets, pillows scattered on the floor along with the pink bodysuit you’d worn. You willed your heavy heart to stop dwelling on the nostalgia from last night, sometimes you just wished that when you woke up in the morning, Tony was still there. With a shake of your head you pushed the thoughts away reminding yourself that this was only a business arrangement. Sitting up on your bed you felt like you were hungover; your body ached from the unholy acts Tony inflicted upon you. You wouldn’t have it any other way though.

Reaching out you picked up your phone. Your eyes scanned quickly over the various notifications ignoring the ones from Instagram and Snapchat, you were looking for one in particular. The little bit of naive hope you had left was diminished when you saw only a notification from your bank stating that a recent deposit had been made, “Typical”, you murmured, you didn’t know why you still hoped he’d send a good morning text, afterall when did Tony ever text you just to talk?

“Shit!”, groaning you quickly swung your legs over the side of your bed. You were late for work. Again. There was no way your boss, Pete, would tolerate this. Because of Tony you were late for the third time this week, he always wore you into a sleep coma.

You scowled at the burnt out candles as you grabbed a set of work clothes out of a drawer and dashed into your bathroom. A few hours late was better than not turning up at all right? It took you minutes to get ready, grabbing your already packed bag, you left to catch the bus for work hoping that you could still keep your job.

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The journey was mundane apart from the anxiety seeping in your bones. You almost turned and bolted way from your place of work but you ignored the apprehension. You couldn’t run from all your problems in life.

Your friend Mia was the first to greet you as you entered the bustling workplace, for an office it sure was lively, “Pete’s gonna have a field day with you”, she teased waltzing past you to the break room, “Is that why you were late again?”. Mia tapped the side of her own neck with a smirk and you suddenly realised you hadn’t covered up the hickies. You couldn’t help but to grin back at her, “Mind your own business”. Mia hovered by the break room doorway to dish out one final taunt, “Y’know I don’t even know why you still work here, if I was getting what you earn in one night I’d retire for life”. You rolled your eyes at your friend, she knew about your arrangement just not who it was with although she tried on many occasions to find out. Walking over to the clock-in machine you called back, “Girl needs a hobby Mia”.

Your mood was starting to look up, maybe today wouldn’t be as bad as you first though. Just as you were putting your clock-in sheet back into the slot, Pete popped his head around his office door, “(Y/N)! My office now!”, he did not look happy. Mia tapped your shoulder, “Good luck”, and made her way back to her desk. ‘Spoke too soon’, you thought.

Smiling sheepishly, you leaned through the open door way, “You wanted to see me?”. Your boss nodded his head and motioned for you to come fully into the room. You offered him your sweetest smile, sitting down you clasp your hands in your lap and tried to turn up your charm. He sighed. Rubbing his forehead he finally met your eyes, “I’m gonna keep this to the point (Y/N). I’m making you redundant, you’ve had too many warnings”. You put on your best puppy dog eyes, “Pete please-”, but your boss cut you off, “I told you what would happen a few days ago if you were late again. You’ve had too many chances”. You wanted to protest again. Sure you didn’t need the job but it was something to do on the side to keep a steady income, just in case of emergencies. Ultimately the arrangement you had with Tony wasn’t forever. “No ifs or buts, I want your desk cleared by the end of the day”, Pete said then he wordlessly went back to typing away on his computer signalling the conversation was over. You nodded your head and walked out of his office feeling quite frustrated.

Your mobile vibrated against your hip. You fished it out of your pocket as you dropped onto your office chair:

From: Daddy ♡

Hey princess, daddy wants to play xoxo

Given any other circumstances and you’d be hornier than Loki’s helmet, but right now you were pissed off and defeated.

To: Daddy ♡

Not now i’m busy

His reply didn’t take longer than a second, almost like he was waiting for you which unbeknown to you he was. Sat alone in his huge office, on the highest floor of Stark Tower Tony grew bored of doing paperwork. His eyes lazily read through mission reports, his mind drifting to something more fun than paperwork, that something being you.

From: Daddy ♡

So? go to the bathroom and take some pics for me ;) xo

Your patience was being tested. You scowled at your phone, you were in this mess because of Tony, “Ugh”. Mia popped her head over the cubicle at the sound of your sigh, “Trouble in paradise?”. You didn’t look at her as you typed out a blunt response, “Yeah”.

To: Daddy ♡

I said no

Tony frowned at your text, genuinely stunned by your response. You were usually always up for whatever fun Tony wanted. He slumped back in his luxury leather chair for a few moments trying to formulate a response. When his brain came up short he rested his chin on his hand and typed a reply, confused about what had upset you so much. Tony wasn’t used to rejection, especially from you. After replying he dropped his phone onto the desk pouting, he schemed up a plan to make you happy again. You must be truly down in the dumps if you didn’t want to play with Tony when he asked.

From: Daddy ♡

Okay

You didn’t grace Tony with a response able to tell that he was upset. Mia rested her head on the top of the cubicle, “Take it Pete wasn’t too nice”. You put your phone into your bag, staring at the clutter on the desk you tried to figure out what you wanted to keep and what you could trash. “Got till the end of the day to tidy this shit up and go”, you lazily spoke deciding that your nails were a lot more interesting. Mia made her way around into your cubicle, “Looks like I better help you then”.

It was around 4pm when you finally got home.

Two small cardboard boxes were discarded by your door containing what little desk ordinates you’d deemed worthy of being saved. The rest was trashed, Mia drove you home thankfully so you didn’t have to struggle with the boxes on the bus. Your room was just as messy as you left it this morning only adding to your soured mood. Discarding your work heels you waddled over to your bed and dramatically fell onto it. As much as you wanted to sleep you could feel it evading you, much like you were avoiding checking your constantly buzzing phone. To distract yourself you decided to go job hunting, not the best way to spend a Friday evening but it was better than moping around.

You didn’t even bother to tidy up your bed sheets as you slowly opened your laptop lid and sluggishly began browsing. You phone pinged again and finally you welcomed the distraction.

Grabbing it you began to read through the notifications ignoring most of them until you came to Tony’s messages:

From: Daddy ♡

are you free yet princess??? xoxo ---- work’s boring wanna play?? xo ---- c’mon (Y/N) u know i dont like the silent treatment :( x ---- miss u baby girl ♡

You rolled your eyes, as annoyed at him as you were, you couldn’t resist the charisma he exuded even over text.

To: Daddy ♡

sorry stressful day at work, miss u too x

The local advertisements were boring as ever, nothing was catching your eye. Mia’s words about retiring echoed in your head, maybe it was time to work full time as a sugar baby. You thought about it for a few seconds before you envisioned Tony’s reaction. He could get very jealous when he wanted, maybe you’d bring it up with him if you couldn’t find any suitable job offers.

From: Daddy ♡

it’s okay baby, get dressed im taking u out for dinner. my treat. be there soon xoxo

“Guess I’ll get ready then”, you mumbled tossing your phone onto the bed, like usual you didn’t really have a choice. Gliding over to your wardrobe you pulled the doors open and stared at the contents. Dinner with Tony meant putting on a show and splashing the cash. Plates of expensive food that costed a small fortune for only a minute portion. Wine aged for centuries and dresses fit for models. It was never simple with Tony so there was no way in hell you could get away with putting on a t-shirt and jeans.

Your hands slipped over costly gowns made of the finest silks and other fabrics, the colours wonderfully exuberant in the gentle light. All beautiful gifts from Tony. He loved to spoil you, loved to have you on his arm in some sheer, little black dress that showed your delicate curves and long legs, loved the way people would look longingly at you both, jealous that you were with each other. Time was quickly passing by as you studied each dress, they all fit you perfectly and you adored each one. Usually you would’ve asked Tony what colour his suit would be so you could match but you didn’t have time. Sighing for what felt like the billionth time that day you automatically reached for a short black one but your hand hesitated. Hovering over to a red dress you decided to switch things up. The makeup on your face was simple just like the small, black clutch you paired with your black heels. Your phone whistled and you took that as your signal.

Skipping outside you first saw pricey convertible, you opened the passenger door and ducked in.

“Hey princess, aren’t you just a sight for sore eyes?”, Tony grinned, leaning over he placed a peck on your cheek, “Booked a place at your favourite restaurant, in your favourite booth too”. You barely had time to pull the safety belt around you before Tony pressed his foot to the peddle and jetted off.

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As much as Tony joked, complimented you and even touched you affectionately, the smile on your face didn’t quite meet your eyes and he couldn’t help but to be bothered by it.

“You know if you didn’t want to be here you could’ve just said no”, Tony half-smiled trying to keep the mood jovial although you could hear the underlying sadness in his tone. You tried to remain playful as you dismissed him, “Like you would’ve taken no for an answer”, your eyes then drifted around the restaurant. You were situated in a booth a few metres away from the other customers, almost secluded from everyone else. The booth was next to a massive window which showed the outside world below, it was dark now and the lights from various buildings lit up the night sky like fairy lights on a Christmas tree. Tony moved a little closer, his knee touching your own as he rested one of his large hands on it, “Alright you got me there but there’s something bothering you, so spill the beans (Y/N), I can’t help you otherwise”. This made your attention float back over to him; he was looking at you with such a sincere look in his wide brown eyes, he squeezed your knee encouragingly and you couldn’t help but crack before him. It was one of the reasons why you were still in an arrangement with him, Tony was so caring unlike any other man you’d ever met before.

A pouty look caused your bottom lip to jut out. Tony didn’t even try to hide his eyes glancing to them, dirty thoughts blooming in his mind. You continued to hold the expression secretly basking in knowing how it affected him. “I got fired because of you”. Finally Tony made eye contact with you, his eyebrows rising at the statement, “I got you fired? So that’s why you’ve been so pissy. Was it because of these?”, he rasped as he touched the few hickies visible on your neck and scattered just above the cut of the dress’ cleavage. Memories of last night invaded his mind and he couldn’t help but to smirk. You slapped his hand away, “No. You made me late again because I didn’t wake up in time”. Tony let his hand fall back to your knee, his eyebrows now knitted in confusion, “Sweetheart that sounds like you’re blaming me for a you problem”. You were starting to get irked again. There was truth on Tony’s part, you should’ve set alarms but you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of agreeing with him. “No it is your fault, you came round late and let me fall asleep straight after”, your emotions were obvious on your features. You were about to swat his hand off your knee but Tony tightened his grip, a sacrilegious smile plastered to him.

“My bad princess, you’re right, it’s my fault”, Tony’s calloused fingers ghosted up your exposed thigh, “Let daddy make it up to you”.

Your eyes widened slightly as he started to push your dress up higher, he scooted closer to you in the booth completely intoxicating you with all of his being, “What? Here?”, Tony laughed at your incredulous tone, freezing his actions as you held his wrist in place. He leaned in to kiss your neck, “Let daddy make you happy princess”. You stifled a moan as his teeth grazed across one of your bruises, your grip on his wrist temporarily loosened as the first bouts of pleasure stirred within you. Tony leaned back into the booth, his other hand came to pull you into his side to urge you to relax, your head rested on his shoulder but you weren’t entirely comfortable yet, “What if someone sees?”. Tony placed a gentle kiss to your crown, “Just relax baby, I’ve got you”.

His finger flitted over your clothed pussy, hot to the touch, you whimpered softly involuntarily feeling your legs flinch open to allow him more room. “That’s my good girl”, Tony cooed, you gripped his bicep as you let him please you. To anyone else in the restaurant it would’ve looked like you were cuddling Tony, but little did they know he was about to be knuckle-deep in your cunt.

Tony started to rub with two fingers, ever so slightly bumping against you clit as he stroked up and down. You tried to keep your breathing even, going as far as to bite your lip. “That’s it princess, just let daddy take care of you”, he praised feeling your panties dampen. He took it as cue that you wanted more. The attention stopped ever so suddenly. Tony pulled your underwear to the side, the air was cool against your core which was burning hot. His fingers were poised over your entrance, his voice was a low whisper that commanded your attention, “Tell daddy what you want, beg for it”. Tony had gotten you so worked up from the teasing that you didn’t stop yourself from indulging him. You cheeks were dusted pink as you briefly lifted your head to see his eyes, “Please daddy, I want you to fuck me with your fingers, please”, you mewled looking sultrily at him through your lashes. “God you’re perfect princess”, he replied, leaning into kiss you. His tongue made its way into your mouth and just in time as he finally plunged his fingers into your slit, a groan erupted from you but Tony swallowed it.

Your tongues clashed perfectly in time to the rhythm Tony’s fingers were pounding into you at. Tony was the first to pull away, his lips swollen and hair slightly tousled, “When I first saw you in that dress tonight I knew sooner or later I’d have to touch you”, Tony slowed his fingers to deliver deeper strokes. You tried to resist the urge to buck up to meet his hand by squeezing his bicep, one dodgy move and people would know what you were up to. “I can’t wait till we blow this joint because I’m going to bend you over my car and fuck you silly”. You bit your lip to suppressed a hum, Tony continued, “And that’s a promise baby girl”, his fingers sped up again. Luckily the atmosphere of the restaurant was loud enough to block out the elicit noise of Tony’s fingers squelching in your pussy. Tony added another finger to stretch you deliciously while he used another to rub your clit in tiny circles.

“Oh god daddy”, you purred feeling yourself getting closer to orgasm. Tony started to curl his fingers deliberately to hit spots within you that usual made you scream. You teeth drew blood as you harshly bit down on the inside of your cheek. “Gonna cum for me?”, he murmured into your ear, nuzzling it with his nose. “Yes”, you said breathily. It seemed impossible but Tony went even faster, your hips wiggled ever so slightly, “Then do it”, he instructed. With a few more well placed thrusts from his fingers your pussy clenched, warmth gushed around them. Tony was sure you’d bruised his arm from how hard your fingernails were digging but he didn’t mind. He helped you to ride out your orgasm, eventually stopping his movements altogether when you were done, “Good girl”, Tony commented withdrawing his fingers, he placed your now soaked underwear back in place. A raging blush blossomed on your face as you knew there’d be a wet spot on the chair.

Tony wickedly licked his fingers clean, “You taste sweeter than any dessert, am I forgiven now?”.

Your lungs were still heaving in your chest, “I guess so, thank you daddy”, you pecked his lips and revelled in the fact you could taste yourself on them. Tony smiled at you, “Only guess so? I can get you your old job back if you want it, all you have to do is give me the name of your boss”. You shook your head, you tugged your red dress down until it was covering you correctly, “I’ll find a new one”. The last thing you wanted was for the people at your old workplace to know you were banging the Iron Avenger. Tony still grinned at you, “I can help with that too. Can even up your allowance till we find you a suitable place”, he finished with a wink. As grateful as you were, you didn’t need him to hold your hand everywhere you went, “Thank you but I’m sure I’ll get one just fine”.

“Alright suit yourself”, he chuckled loving how self-assure you were. A waiter approached your table carrying the orders of food, “Perfect timing, we’ve worked up quite an appetite”.

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katieamazeballs · 5 years ago

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DWTS Live Tour Recap 2020

Whew....this day has been a doozy between lack of sleep and a weird ass day at work. This years tour was a vastly different experience than in the past because Mother Nature is a raging beeotch.... but it was still so amazing! Details below the break to save y’alls timelines some grief.

We started off our day at work and school. I had known, and bitched extensively, about the 100% rain outlook but it was pretty sunny all day. I picked Abs up at early release and I swear to you...the second the car door shut, the sprinkles started. Because of course it did. We got ready and went for some lunner only to be caught in INSANE traffic. Fun fact, Floridians can’t drive in the rain and there was a fatal accident on a major bridge that shut it down and made traffic a nightmare. No biggie though, because it was nasty out and we knew they weren’t just going to be wandering downtown so we were in no rush. We got downtown about 4 and we started wandering.

(Gratuitous bus pic)

We stopped and chatted with the nicest security lady who, bless her heart, was sitting there between the buses huddled under a golf umbrella. She said she hadn’t seen anyone in quite a while (probably because they were inside teaching the show to Keo) but that if we had been there at 7am they were all outside chillin and going to work out and such. We did a lap then stood under the awning at the front of the arena for a bit.

(Why is she so weird?)

During our laps we saw Keo (who was limping something fierce...like I wasn’t sure he was going to make it up the steps to the arena limp...looked like he pulled a hammy) but due to the sprinkling and the running buses he either didn’t hear us or pretended to not hear us. We also saw Val, possibly Jenna (hood was pulled over her to her eyes), Daniella, and Wit. Everyone but Wit was doing the mad dash into the arena from the buses. Wit was in full hair and makeup and talked to Abs for a second as she was entering her bus...Abs didn’t ask for a picture because Wit clearly wanted to get into the dry and not mess herself up. We did a couple more laps then standing under the awning loops then met up with @loveisstatic.

(Poor sweetheart bore witness to Savage being savage most of the night.)

We decided to take a lap but didn’t see anything....sigh. After a pretty epic battle over the fact that Haley said she also “liked” Alan....as in, he’s a good dancer, which “someone” took as “Imma steal your man”.

We went in the arena and went to the merch table where Abs refused a tour tshirt because Hannah was on it...lol. I was trying to get a cute pic of Abs and her 10 paddle....but home girl was trying to make sure she wasn’t standing next to Hannah ffs....

Then we went to get drinks (ha for Haley) and were very quickly let in to our seats. Haley was actually only a couple rows in front of us, so we were able to chat before the show and during intermission. The show is, of course, absolutely amazing! It has a cute “theme” of driving the bus on tour and the voice overs were cracking me up. After the Magic Mike number, Jen talks to the lady rubbing up on Val. The poor lady clearly either has zero idea who the two of them are or has lost her senses due to all the testosterone filled sweat on her person. Jen “You know, I recently got married” Lady “Oh, congratulations!!!” Jen “Yeah, that man you were just grinding and rubbing and smacking on....that’s my husband” Lady “OMG!” Jen “Yeah, his name is Val. I’ll let it slide this time (then whatever the script is)”. The lady was so embarrassed. It was funny. There was the absolute cutest little girl in the front row that Val came out and talked to. She’s on the DWTS Tour story. That section of the show was pretty awesome, actually. I loved his speech about breaking the tv barrier and coming to do shows live to all of us who were gracious enough to invite them into our homes every Monday night. Abs fave dance was Daddy Shark (I’ll steal her video and post it later....we can’t have enough reposts of that gem) and anything that had Alan and mine was the entire Hero section at the end where they’re wearing white (for the dancing) and Dream On (for the music). Actually, the dance where they’re passing the key to the tour around was pretty awesome, too. Then, it comes to intermission and Abs starts bitching about being hungry. I told her sorry (she’s not a popcorn or nut fan and that’s all they really had) and she starts made some wildly and embarrassing comments about want candy...Alan’s candy complete with eyebrow waggles and cackling. I think that it was at that point that our new friend decided that kid is a hot damn mess. Jenna’s swan dive is absolutely amazing in person....mostly for the reaction it causes. I, of course, knew it was coming but the lady next to me literally slap/grabbed her husband and whisper yelled “OH SHIT!”. After the show, the adults in the group had to pee. The teenager in the group just bitched that we were going to make her late to the buses. (This is a very important fun fact for later.) They have some weird ass security dude on tour this year who had some rule where the crowd standing (couldn’t have been more than 20 of us) had to scrunch into the space of 2 of those metal fence things as opposed to the other 57000 of them lining the buses. Every 5 min or so, he’d waltz out and yell at us to “get on this side of the line. No one can be between the buses”...except none of us moved after the first few times. He was intense and a good time fun ruiner. Kept trying to tell us that the police were going to see us standing at his one of his non approved fences (the same ones we’ve stood at for 2 other tours) and “shut the whole thing down”. Sure, Stan. Evenutally, he stopped fussing and Kate came out.

She is a gem, honestly. Super sweet and funny as hell. Love me some her. After Kate went in, it was cold and SOMEONE in our group had to pee (remember that fun fact....ha). Val came out and got into the runner van and scooted off to the airport. There was much discussion of how we knew it was him and how we knew where he was going. Sasha came out and we talked to him and got pics.

(Not all his selfies are hysterical gems that will be reused for all of eternity)

I gave him all my notes and Glebs drugs because we thought we were going to have to leave. He said he’d pass them out for me. We were deciding to leave when Emma popped out of the bus all “Which one of you gave the Benadryl to Gleb? That was bloody brilliant!”.

We took pics with her and decided to stick around for a bit more because Abs needed wanted to see Alan. Thankfully, he came out shortly after and turned on the front camera flash I didn’t even know I had.

(He also has very long arms for a good selfie angle)

After Alan came Wit and Daniella and thankfully that was it.

The grumpy security dude told us all to leave and I think everyone was ready. We were stacked like 6 people deep having to shove up to the front for pics as the pros were like “WTF is wrong with these weirdos in Jacksonville and why aren’t they standing over at all these other perfectly decent fences”. Like, they’d move over to the fence to the left to take pics and we’d all be like “NO! We aren’t allowed!”. It was cold and it was a week night and everyone was pretty much over the foolishness at that point. What was cool about the night was I got to not only meet up with a fun tumblr friend, but there were a few of us at the buses that have started recognizing each other from other tours. The girl Brandon pulled on stage recognized Abs and me and then I recognized a dude we’ve seen each year. Funny story, the girl (who is a huge Derek stan) and I were talking about how pretty Gleb is (after the Benadryl thing) and she was talking about Brandon and having to touch his butt on stage. She’s all “I mean, it’s a nice butt, but he’s just too cute to rub up on”. She’s not wrong, he is just the cutest thing in person....just not in a sexy Daddy Shark type way. Anyways, another tour down. Plans to see MVPJ with a new friend and bus stalk at the “next tour” with the other bus stalkers. Can’t wait till next time!

#dwts live tour

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lavcuiga · 8 years ago

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( ew, nasty pic of me, my hair is a mess wtf )

#;outoftalent #;boo speaks #;munday #( nah nah jk jk #I was bored when sitting at a bus stop so I just took a pic .w. )

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jessiewre · 5 years ago

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Day 59

Tues 3rd Mar

🏔Moshi to Arusha 🚍

It was time for us to leave Moshi and move onto Arusha, a city 2 hours away renowned as the starting point for all the big safari parks.

I went up early for brekkie on the rooftop and this time, we had bananas but there appeared to be no coffee. I asked the woman and she confirmed it and was just like ‘Sorry, no coffee’.

As I write this, I have the overwhelming feeling that it definitely feels like the right time to step back from the blog. First, I’m telling you about there being no bananas at breakfast. Jesus. Then the next day there is no coffee. I’m thinking WOW. This is boring isn’t it. But then again, some of you may be so bored reading about Coronaviru that this is a welcome break.

Well, it did jazz up a bit and get exciting, cos I looked up and coffee had appeared. JUST LIKE THAT. Thats right! One minute it was there, then the next, Poof! Like magic! God knows how long it had been there, the woman didn’t feel the need to mention it to me despite knowing I wanted coffee. Absolute JOKE.

We spent the morning packing our bags and debating what our plan should be, while Phil huffed and puffed, flipping between angryman and stresshead. He had definitely got out on the wrong side of the bed, but as the great Irish philosopher Ronan Keating once said, Life is a rollercoaster. Well, Phil was certainly riding that rollercoaster. He was hot and cold like a broken tap I tells ya.

Despite Phil’s multiple attempts to get one, not having a SIM card was irritating him a lot, especially considering we needed to ring various people about hotels and safaris. So after a bit more grumbling, he went off like a true moody hero to try Vodacom again. I ‘minded the bags’ and did some hotel research (ie. I had a nice long chat with Evie and then spoke to Luke & Bex about house viewings).

Despite the 10am check out time (its more a suggestion than a rule right?), I sat in our hotel room with the door open to imply I was leaving ‘any minute’ and positioned a towel hung on the bed pole, perfectly hiding my face from the doorway view to ensure I avoided eye contact with any hotel workers passing by 😏.

I thought about Phil, all alone in that annoying phone shop, and felt a pang of guilty. Or was it hunger? Hard to know. But either way, I sent him some WhatsApp messages to give the impression I was doing lots of excellent research (that should Cheer him up, I thought), and crossed my fingers that the hilarious GIFS I was sending would put him in an AMAZING mood. He loves a GIF does our Phil. After the pain of sim card buying, I knew it could go either way but at least he’d only get the messages once he’d eventually got a working sim so I had a chance...

Well, I soon saw the ticks ☑️ turn that beautiful shade of blue and nervously waited for a response.

THANKFULLY I got two of the best emoji’s I could have hoped for.

🕺🏻 🕺🏻

It was then I knew that Sweetbox were right back in the 90s - Everything’s Gona be Alright.

My overstaying-my-welcome plan worked for 2 whole hours and I made it to midday sat in the hotel room before I got a polite knock on the door to ask me to vacate.

‘Ohh I didn’t realise the time, of course I’ll leave straight away’.

Phil returned and strongly declared we should go to Milan’s Indian for a quick lunch before going to get the bus. Well, the awkward thing was, I didn’t want to eat curry for lunch (not a sentence I say often)...but then again, I also really didn’t want to risk messing with Phil’s mood...

I decided to try the softly, softly approach and lightly suggested we go to the Kilimanjaro coffee lounge.

Phil jerked his face round to me angrily and the atmosphere instantly went ice cold.

‘What is WRONG with Milans?? You loved the food there and its really close by!’.

I quietly explained again that although it was a lovely place, I simply didn’t want curry for lunch, and he obviously couldn’t argue with that. Such is life. But it definitely REALLY annoyed him and he stropped out of the hostel with his bags in search of a tuc tuc.

We both stood on the corner of the street in blasting heat waiting for a tuc tuc to appear and for some reason, there were NONE. Everytime we saw one and waved it down, it would go zooming past and we would see there were already people in the back. Phil was ready to burst with annoyance but as the sun began to nearly melt our heads, I finally waved one down.

We went to put our bags in and then got a shock as we realised there was already a woman in the back!

‘No problem no problem’ declared the driver as he saw the look on our faces, and he ushered at me to put my rucksack into the back. Well, that was harder than it looked.

‘Oh for Gods sake’ Phil said under his breath, but not so much that we all didn’t hear him and I started to attempt getting my bag in.

Phil watched on in disbelief and was like ‘This is ridiculous! Where are we meant to sit??’

Phil then tried to get his bag in while I tried to sit in the front with the driver, but the driver was like ‘Nah you go in back’, then the woman was sort of holding Phil’s massive rucksack and there was not really any room for us and Phil just lost his rag completely 😂

‘Right, forget it! Take the bags out Jess! I AM NOT GETTING THIS TUC TUC!’

I had a point like.

Thankfully, a nearby boda driver had a great loud whistle and managed to hail another tuc tuc down straightaway, just before Phil spontaneously combusted, and we went to Kili coffee lounge where there were too many witnesses for Phil to maintain his grumpy face for too long. PHEW.

I enjoyed a simple cheese tomato toastie with fries (opposite of a curry I’d say) and now that he’d calmed down, Phil told me about his morning visit to the phone shop. While he was stood in the phone shop, stressing out and getting super angry and wound up by the slow process, he went to look at his phone and clicked to unlock it. To his utter shock, on the screen was an image he’d NEVER seen before, and it was one of those ‘Inspirational Quote’ memes.

It said:

If you can’t handle stress

You can’t handle success

He stood in total amazement, starring at the screen, wondering how the powers that be had managed to target him in this way, how google was so onto him. How had they known he was MEGA stressed and how had they got this image onto his phone?!?! Maybe it was a message from GOD?!

WELL after further investigation (the back button), he discovered that it was the profile picture of the phone shop guys. He’d added the guys number as part of the sim registration process, then he’d accidentally clicked on this guys whatsapp profile pic without realising, then locked his phone 😂😂😂😂😂.

Anyway, back to the cafe, it had been 30 minutes of good vibes so naturally Phil started to dip again, this time stressing about getting a bus to Arusha. After all the bus journeys we’ve ever done, I have NO IDEA why this simple 2 hour journey was getting to him so much, but hey ho sometimes these things don’t make sense do they. He’s a complicated and simple fellow in equal measures.

We put on our bags and walked to Tahmeed buses to see if by chance they had one of their nice buses passing through anytime soon, so we could avoid the super basic local buses that stop every 5 minutes. Much to Phil’s joy, they said SURE there’s one departing in about 15 minutes and that was the first time that day that Phil reeally smiled, ya know like with all his teeth and his eyes. It was beautiful.

The bus arrived about 30 minutes later (not too bad by African standards!) and we took a seat, only to realise it was actually some guys seat who had just jumped off the bus for a drink - and he just happened to have a huge machete on his belt! He seemed fine with it though and sat somewhere else! The bus guys weirdly would not allow anyone to have their windows open, instead insisting that we have the AC on. I kept opening my window a bit anyway as the AC above my head was blocked and I needed the fresh air, but the bus man was getting really annoyed. The locals wanted their windows open too but the bus man was stomping round the bus shutting them all and shouting at people, while people shouted back at him. As people coughed and sneezed 🤧 as humans tend to do, I wondered how many germs were getting regurgitated back through the system during this time of hyper virus mania... 🦠

The woman next to me fell asleep on me for most of the journey then we arrived to Arusha town. As we’d read would happen, we were completely HOUNDED on arrival by men trying to sell us safaris. One guy pretended to work for the bus company while getting my bag to hand me, I was like Dude I can get my own bag.

They were all talking at once trying to give us business cards, one guy said another guy was a liar, another accused another of being a thief, and it was just chaos and frankly, harassment - so Phil told them all to Frig the Frig off and we walked the 6 minute walk to our hotel Raha Leo Inn.

We walked through the door feeling immediate relief to be away from the hassling streets, when suddenly the door opened behind us and the guy who’d pretended to be working for the bus company walked in and started to try and sell us a safari!I was like Hey I thought you said you worked for the bus company mate, and he was like ‘Yes yes, they are my friends, but I have safari’. What the hell does that even mean haha. He even pointed to a safari vehicle parked outside and said ‘Uh, this is my vehicle’.

Uh, I don’t think it is mate 😂

But in an attempt to make him go away, I took the card from him and said Thanks, I’ll be in touch if we need to, ba bye now, ba bye.

It was too late though, Phil was FAR too annoyed by it all and he went for it.

‘You have just FOLLOWED US here and now you come INSIDE the hotel to hassle us?? I don’t want your card! I will NOT be doing a safari with you, take you card and please leave’.

Incase the guy wasn’t clear, Phil shoved the card into his hand while he said it.

The guy was rather disgruntled at all this but left the hotel looking defeated. Phil puffed his chest out a bit and gave his chest some big fist blows in a gorilla like fashion.

About 5 minutes later, I watched a completely different man drive off in the safari vehicle the guy had been referring to...

The hotel was clean and pleasant enough, although the lack of a TOILET SEAT was a little strange 😂. Also we noticed a man walk into the hotel and straight up to the social area without being stopped by the staff, and he turned out to be another safari seller. Hmm. We made a mental note to keep an eye on our valuables and not leave them out anywhere...

I was back to normal and ready to eat curry by dinner time so we went to find the the LP recommended Hot Plate restaurant. Directly opposite it was a stall of crazy shirts and we couldn’t resist a quick look before we headed inside, immediately finding a sweet shirt that we had to buy for 20k tsh (about £6.50). The young lads running the stall were buzzing, though why there needed to be 4 of them working I’ll never know. Thats like 1 guy for every 2 shirts available. We did the crazy handshake to celebrate the purchase which they really lolled at.

Obviously then I washed my hands - while singing the chorus of 21 seconds by So Solid Crew.

Our dinner was soooo good - maybe the best masala fries so far, a delicious dosa, and loads of other lovely food - and we went to find a tuc tuc to get back, eventually finding one at the petrol station, and took our huge doggy bag of food with us.

On return, we found out one of the hotel staff had her phone taken that very day! We told them they really needed to invest in a lock on the front door so only staff and guests could enter. They agreed with us and so will probably do absolutely nothing about it.

After spending almost 11 hours of his time searching, Phil FINALLY found the official marathon snaps of himself and was (understandably of course) very excited to see them, so we had a good look through those for about an hour (there were 10 photos after all) before finally getting back to The Crown.

3rd

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garageprojectmotorcycles · 5 years ago

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Royal Enfield Continental GT650 review / ride report.

When was the last time you read a bad bike review in a magazine or online? Was it the debacle that was the Bimota V Due? Even Braap’s are given a positive spin by reviewers even though they had 5 product recalls in less than a year. So many motorcycle reviews these day are either a reworded press release or a well written advertisement. Now I reckon there are two reasons for that; the sceptic in me says if the magazines don’t write a positive review, then the advertising dollars stop flowing. There are plenty of examples of that car companies having a dummy spit when they don’t win car of the year so it no doubt happens in the motorcycle world too. The other reason is that it’s 2019, motorcycles have been manufactured for a long time, manufacturers have got the basics down pat. This is were Royal Enfield excels, the basics.

I wasn’t planning on writing a review but my bike was getting serviced and it wasn’t going to be ready in time for the Perth Café Racer Run to the Hills ride, so I needed a suitable replacement. As my review of the Benelli Leoncino got an amazing 36 likes (amazing because that’s 34 more than I thought it would get once Ric and I liked it) and a couple of sales, I thought Ric might be open to the idea of handing me the keys to something else. Scanning the showroom floor at MotoMax, a Ducati Sport Classic, Triumph Thruxton, Rickman Honda and a cluster of classics caught my eye. Ric handed me the keys to a mildly customised Continental GT650. Ah well, beggars can’t be choosers.

We both had conditions, Ric’s was simple “Bring it back with a full tank you tight arse bastard and if you drop it, you bu….”. I’m not sure what he said as Peter was saying “look, look” while pointing at a lady across the road who was jogging past. It was far more interesting watching the world go up and down. My condition was the same as always, I wasn’t going to write a positive review just because I got a bike for the weekend. If the bike is shit, then I’ll say so but you don’t have to post the review. So here it is….hang on…before we get to the review, lets get some background.

Royal Enfield sold 32,000 motorcycles in 2017 and not many of those were sold outside of India. They now sometimes sell double that in one month with their top selling model the Classic 350 outselling all their other models combined. It sometimes cracks the monthly top 10 list of number of bikes sold in India. Royal Enfield sells more Classic 350’s in one month than all the road bikes sold in Australia from all brands in one year. Unfathomable figures when you consider the company was at the brink of bankruptcy in 1991.

When Sid Lal’s dad bought the company, nothing really changed until 2010 when the Indian Tech economy boomed and hipsters finally had some disposable cash. Sales picked up and then skyrocketed the company to the fastest growing motorcycle manufacturer in the world. The success of the brand in recent times is partly because they upgraded (think EFI, ABS etc) their Bullet/Classic line to make it relevant while keeping the looks of the old motorcycle. Boomers started realising their bucket lists were getting longer and they were running out of time to cross stuff off. Learners around the world are often restricted to motorcycles that take more time to get to 100km/h than it does for a politician to answer question in parliament and Royal Enfields are perfect for that market.

The increase in sales meant Sid (the CEO at the time) had cash burning a hole in his pocket so off he went to the UK and bought Harris Performance which I remember reading about in the UK magazines for making custom frames for GP bikes. They’ve developed the chassis for all the new models including the Continental GT Café Racer, the Himalayan adventure bike and the recent 650 twins. The Café Racer handled as good as it looked but it didn’t get many hearts racing and only sold in low numbers, hence it was discontinued after a couple of years. The Himalayan has been known to get a few hearts racing which has more to do with them being ridden where they are named after. A devoted fan base will see the Himalayan continue to be developed for many years. The real game changer for Royal Enfield though, are the two 650 twins, the Interceptor and the Continental GT 650. Royal Enfield are exporting more than they are selling domestically and dealers in Oz are selling far more twins than they are of the 350cc and 500cc singles.

I’m not a brand snob so will any bike I can get the keys to. My list of motorcycle brands I’d like to put my bum on is topped, like most peoples, by the Italian exotics such as Bimota, MV Agusta etc. For me, Royal Enfield sits a long way down that list; I’m no fan boy who gets excited when a manufacturer changes the colour and releases it as a 2020 model. I lived in the world of sportsbikes and track days so Royal Enfields never registered on my radar; I always felt they were a little weird looking. Sort of like a girlfriend I had in the 90’s that looked like a cockeyed Nicole Kidman without the Botox. Like my girlfriend, if you ride a Royal Enfield a few times you start appreciate the attraction and you end up falling in love. Since my first Himalayan motorcycle adventure in 2013, I have ridden all of the Royal Enfield models in Australia and in the harshest of conditions that the Himalayas can throw at you and while I still wouldn’t consider myself a fan boy, I would say I was an advocaat. Damn, it’s 11pm and I’m out of beer and wishing I had a liqueur cabinet. Is there an Uber drinks?

The Conti I got had a few subtle changes made to it. The tank hand been replaced with the rounder tank from an interceptor, bar end mirrors had been fitted and the bike had been encouraged to find its voice with some aftermarket reverse cones mufflers fitted. The bar end mirrors worked perfectly, completely vibration free all through the rev range however the bike was a little quiet for my liking. You could certainly hear it under throttle and it let out pleasing pops and crackles on a decline but I’d like a deeper, louder sound. More Tom Jones than George Michael. If you’ve got standard pipes on your bike and you’re bored with it and possibly considering a change of bike, put an aftermarket set of pipes on and you’ll fall in love again. The Interceptor tank looked great on the Conti and helped take my eyes off what I consider to be the ugliest seat in the market. For some reason, Royal Enfield in Australia decided that the dual seat would be standard and the solo seat with a cowling that is used for the promo pics, and is standard in most of the 50 other countries that it is sold in would be option for Australia. I know looks are subjective but the transformation that the single seat makes on this bike is amazing and I wonder why more people aren’t swapping them over when it is such a cheap option. Maybe it’s just me.

I am trying to squeeze myself into my daughters Katy Perry T-Shirt when Andy arrives early on his Ducati Sport Classic. With no time for Small Talk, it was time to Roar into Leederville to meet the others. We took the back roads before getting onto the freeway and this is the Conti’s playground. With narrow 100/18’s on the front and 130/18’s on the back, the bike flicks left and right really quickly. On familiar roads, I found myself turning in too quickly and having to readjust my line which the bike did without drama. Later on in the day when the speeds picked up a little and the mercury wanted to blow its load, the front end felt squirmish when going over the bitumen that is poured into the cracks of the road. No one else felt it so again, maybe it was just me.

Our group heading to the start point of the ride consisted of a Sport Classic with Zard pipes, a Thruxton with Staintunes, a V7 Guzzi with Lanfranconis, a Honda CB1100 with an aftermarket 4 into 1 and a W650 with open pipes. It was amazing listening to all the different sounds as we lined up at the Christmas trees, sometimes known as traffic lights by boring people. The Sport Classic consistently got the jump on the rest of at the lights but the rest of us all had a turn at coming second without any clear next fastest. The Conti is styled as a Café Racer of old but it is no race bike with ligths like they were in the old days. Sid Lal himself says “…we (Royal Enfield motorcycles) aren’t going much faster than 100 miles an hour. If someone wants a quicker motorbike, go elsewhere.” During the week, the media reported that a car was hooning through the tunnel at the outrageous speed of 140km/h. The bar had been set low so there was simply no need to crack the ton in the tunnel. Absolutely no need. By my calcs, I reckon 170+ is possible but as I never break the speed limits I’ll never find out.

Riding along the Tonkin, I rolled the throttle on and off, looking for flat spots but couldn’t find any, it just smoothly accelerates all the way to the redline in a very linear fashion. The 5 speed box has perfectly spaced gear ratios and I rarely looked for a 6th like I constantly do on my W650. We joined the rest of the riders and took off along the escarpment as the pace crept up through the hills. The bike was in its element, enjoying being thrown around and asking for more. I worked my way to the front of the pack and when there was a break in the traffic I gave it what it wanted and took off. On these sort of roads, I neither needed or wanted anymore power, I just enjoyed rolling the throttle on and rolling it off coming into a corner, letting the engine compression slow me down with only a slight dab on the rear brake when needed. The Pirelli Phantoms had more than enough grip and never troubled the ABS system. I considered putting the Phantoms on my bike but baulked at the price so Royal Enfield aren’t skimping on quality to ensure they stay at the $9990 price point.

After a cool down and a group photo, we headed to lunch at Parkerville and to pay our respects to Kevin the kookaburra who had his head ripped off recently by a complete and utter wanker. As we hit the road again, I found my right hand feeling a bit tingly which is a little unusual. My bike has thicker grips so maybe the thinner grips on the Conti passed on the vibes or maybe I’m just old and the years of abuse I’ve given my right hand is coming back to bite me. The suspension soaked up the bumpy roads but my bum was starting to feel a bit numb. The seat looks flat but is actually slightly rounded which was giving me numb bum…which would have come in handy when it also got years of abuse in a previous life. These are the only two faults with the Conti GT that I could find, both of which wouldn’t stop me buying one as I’d change the hideous seat and put thicker grips on anyway. Everything else was perfect; the horn is louder than my cars, the clocks are easy to read, clutch and brake lever action is effortless, the gearbox is ridiculously smooth, riding position is spot on.

At under 10k, the only bike that is comparable to the Conti is its stablemate the Interceptor. The visually challenged Harley 750 is being run out a similar price, Suzuki threw a bikini fairing on its SV650 and called it café racer and is watching them gather dust on the showroom. The Benelli Leoncino and the oddly styled Husqvarna Svartpilen are similar prices but I doubt the circles in the Venn diagram of people interested in these three bikes would overlap.

For $13,000, the W800 from Kawasaki is another option but I’d rather have the Conti and spend the difference on customising it. The only other option is to buy a Triumph Street Twin at $16,000 and then throw some money at it to make it a café racer. Buying a bike that 100’s of other people have got and keeping it standard, doesn’t make any sense to me. If I had Triumph money to spend and the option was to have stock a Street Twin or a one of a kind Continental GT with a big bore kit, killer paint job, custom seat and a custom exhaust then it’s a no brainer. I’m in the minority though as most riders are happy with buying a good looking bike and leaving it alone. The Continental GT can be enjoyed as is but also makes a very smart choice as base for a custom motorcycle.

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wexregolden · 6 years ago

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Read it on ao3 here (:

Chapters 1/?

THE BOY WHO LOVED CHAPTER 1

"Gryffindor vs. Ravenclaw Slytherin"

“In conclusion, as y´all may have already guessed, I really don´t get the enormous hype around the book. And I don´t think that I´m going to continue reading the series, even though I normally don´t do that. So from me sadly only 1/5 stars. P. S.: Quidditch? Really?! It´s the most stupid sport I´ve read about. Ever.”

Finished. That´s it. He read through his review again before he uploaded it on his account. Martino was kind of tired after it. Writing reviews on books he read, especially negative ones, always made him feeling kind of exhausted afterwards. So it isn´t any different now. But he still loves it. He loves reading books, escaping into all these different worlds, forgetting reality for a bit, getting to know new characters. And for sure talking about it on his Bookstagram account. Martino is active there since almost three years now, it all started with a boring afternoon, the book next to him on his bedside table, his phone camera and shitty lightning. His first picture resulted, he created his Bookstagram account and well, three years have passed and he´s still there. martislibrary. His account. And even though he got teased for it at first, by his friends, his father, people at school, he loved it.

He looked back at his phone, checking notifications.

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Bookvandeley left a comment: Great review!! Still not sure if I should start the series or not..

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nicoissurroundedbymuggles left a comment: YOU FOR REAL?!

Martino frowned slightly. Huh? Who was that? His curiosity won as he clicked on the profile name.

Nico; 19; Ravenclaw

Well, so he´s a Harry Potter fan, that´s the explanation for the comment under his review. Marti scrolled through his profile looking at his pictures. A few from his bookshelf (Wow!), from single books (Harry Potter! So much Harry Potter!) and a few of himself featuring books. Martino was currently looking at a pic of said Nico who was balancing a few books on his head while he was grinning at the camera. He was cute, Marti thought to himself. Really cute.

Yes, Martino liked boys. It´s nothing new for him, he kind of knows it for a very long time now, since he´s younger. He could never get what his friends found that attractive about girls. Yes, he knew that they were good looking: Objective. But they did nothing to him. To his heart. Whereas he felt all those things his friends were talking about whilst looking at girls when he looked at boys. It´s not that he has ever felt anything big, anything real for anyone before. Just stupid crushes on random, well, not so random once, guys.

And still, now he´s sitting on his bed, looking at the pictures of this boy and can´t stop thinking about how cute he is. How good he looks. His dark curly hair, his eyes, the lips, how good it must feel to...

His thoughts get interrupted by an incoming message on Instagram direct.

Fuck.

It´s from Nico, the boy who´s pictures he´d looked at for the last minutes. It´s not that it hadn´t ever happened to him that he developed a random crush on some guys he doesn´t know, only seeing them once in his life. Some guys at the supermarket, at the gelateria, on the bus. But it had never happened that one of them actually contacted him. Recognised him. The way he did with them. Marti sighted, closed his eyes for a second and opened the message.

nicoissurroundedbymuggles: Hello you. Martino. It´s Martino, isn´t it? At least that´s in your bio. Well, as you´ve probably already read in my comment, I can´t leave your review without giving my opinion to it. Because... REALLY?!!? 1 out of 5 stars? IT`S HARRY POTTER; IT`S A MASTERPIECE!!!!! Which evil person must someone be to dislike this book, pardon, this masterpiece so much? The only possible way is that you´re Voldemo... The one who must not be named himself. Even though I really hope it isn´t like that. I couldn´t cope if this nice, book-loving boy would be the worst evil character that ever existed. So, Martino, I do really hope you have valid reasons to explain this and that one of these isn´t that you´re the one... you know whom I mean.

This nice, book-loving boy. Martino knew that he shouldn´t be interpreting too much into it. He´s just friendly. And he didn´t know him before so...

martislibrary: Well hello... Nico. I´m sorry to disappoint you but not everyone has the same opinion and well, I can´t get the hype about the book at all. Have a nice evening.

nicoissurroundedbymuggles: Have a nice evening?! We´re not finished here!!

martislibrary: Huh?

nicoissurroundedbymuggles: “Huh?” Stop it. I know, everyone has his own opinion and everything, but I have to add something: HOW IS IT POSSIBLE TO NOT LIKE HARRY POTTER?!?!

martislibrary: own opinion! There we go

nicoissurroundedbymuggles: Yeah okay, but we´re TALKING ABOUT HARRY POTTER

martislibrary: And?

nicoissurroundedbymuggles: And?! And?! Harry Potter is iconic, Harry Potter is FANTASTIC. You simply can´t think that you´ll get away with writing a negative review, Martino!

martislibrary: Marti

martislibrary: Kind of only my grandma calls me Martino these days. And I honestly don´t want to think about her now.

His grandma. It´s not that he doesn´t like her. She´s quite a nice woman. But she´s old. And she believes in God. And her faith is really strong and important to her. Not the best combination. Especially if you don´t want to hear her talking about all these sinners out there. People who don´t go to church every Sunday. People who have sex before they´re married. People who love someone who has the same gender as them. He tries. He tries really hard to not have her comments influence him but sometimes it´s not that easy. Sometimes he even thinks that she might be the reason why he never told anyone about the way he feels. His feelings. That he tries to supress his feelings. Not anymore. He doesn´t like girls. Not in the romantical kind of way. He likes boys. He likes their broad shoulders. The way their muscles move. The way their bodies are formed. Not that he has ever had someone. A boyfriend. Yes, he has had crushes on boys before. Silly crushes he knows that they are useless. The good-looking guy at the supermarket. The cute barista at the coffee shop. Gio. Gio, his best friend. But they´ve all went by. He always knew that they were hopeless. So yes, he never had someone who really liked him back. Loved him back. And to be honest, this might be the real reason why he has never told anyone about the way he feels, why he keeps this one thing about himself to himself. Because there has never been anyone, a boy, who made him feel the need to shout it out into the world.

His thoughts got distracted by an incoming message from nicoissurroundedbymuggles. Niccolò. Martino quickly tries to gather himself and his thoughts again, tries to push the ones about his feelings aside again and tries to think about what he wanted to write before he drifted away.

nicoissurroundedbymuggles: What´s it with you and your grandma? Don´t you like her? Is she an evil woman? Did she treat you bad when you were a child like the Dursleys did it with Harry?

martislibrary: Why am I even wondering that you put a Harry Potter reference nearly into any of your messages?

martislibrary: But no, it´s not like that, it´s nothing important

martislibrary: Anyway, back to our, let´s call it discussion: Reading your messages, the protective Harry Potter fanboy sprang out, didn´t he?

nicoissurroundedbymuggles: Hell yeah?! For sure! As if I could just let somebody get away with talking bad about these books, these story and characters? No way!

martislibrary: Well then, I´ll stick with my opinion that I don´t get the hype. If you can´t live with it: Ciao.

martislibrary: *Martino Rametta has left the chat*

nicoissurroundedbymuggles: Martino Rametta? Nice name, Marti.

nicoissurroundedbymuggles: And I think that´s not how insta direct message works

nicoissurroundedbymuggles: Fares, by the way

nicoissurroundedbymuggles: Niccolò Fares

Suddenly his door opened and his mother lurked into his room. “Marti? Do you need something? I´d be going to bed.,” she said while she entered his room and sat down beside her son on the bed. Martino took a look at the time on his phone. Nearly half past 10. Where has the time gone? “No, everything is fine.,” he answered and smiled her. “You´re doing fine?” “Yeah, everything okay. I´m just tired, work was exhausting.” “Well then, good night, Mamma.,” Martino said as she pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Good night, Marti.,” she said before she left his room. It wasn´t always this easy. Their relationship. They´ve had their ups and downs. Martino wasn´t always able to understand why she sometimes felt like she does, to accept her illness. But they´ve come to terms with each other and are a livewire in each other's lifes. One of the most important persons.

Martino smiled to himself and turned back to his phone to type his next reply to Nico.

martislibrary: Fares? Really? That´s kind of a weird name

nicoissurroundedbymuggles: So, you´re mobbing me? My last name actually? That´s not nice, Marti. And I thought you were different.

martislibrary: You thought I was different?

nicoissurroundedbymuggles: Yeah, a true Gryffindor. Loyal. With a big heart. Friendly. Nice. Not some bad guy, a snake, who makes fun of a friend because of his las name

nicoissurroundedbymuggles: And by snake, I mean Slytherin, you should know that by now

martislibrary: Okay stop. First of all, we´re friends by now?

martislibrary: And secondly, why am I even wondering that you sort your friends into Hogwarts Houses?

martislibrary: Well and if you wanna do so: You´re wrong. I´m Slytherin. I´m badass

nicoissurroundedbymuggles: Of course, you´re my friend by now! Haven´t you felt the instant connection between us?

nicoissurroundedbymuggles: And a second of course, sorting friends into Hogwarts houses is a standard

nicoissurroundedbymuggles: And sorry to disappoint you but you could never be a Slytherin, you´re too nice and friendly for it. I´ll forgive you your faux pas with my name, let´s not think about it

nicoissurroundedbymuggles: Marti the Gryffindor

martislibrary: Oh come on, stop it

nicoissurroundedbymuggles: Nope I won´t

nicoissurroundedbymuggles: Not till you accept that you´re a Gryffindor

martislibrary: Never

nicoissurroundedbymuggles: Well then you need to do the Pottermore test for you to be sure and accept that you´re not in Slytherin

martislibrary: Pottermore what?

nicoissurroundedbymuggles: YOU`VE NEVER HEARD OF POTTERMORE?!

nicoissurroundedbymuggles: Okay that´s it

nicoissurroundedbymuggles: bye

nicoissurroundedbymuggles: It was nice being your friend for about an hour, I really liked it

martislibrary: sorry Mr. Harry Potter extremist for not fulfilling your desires

Right after he´s sent the message, he regretted it. “Fulfilling your desires”? Honestly, Marti? You fucked up. Before he was able to curse himself more, he heard the sound of his phone that signalled another incoming message

nicoissurroundedbymuggles: you sure?

nicoissurroundedbymuggles: But well then, Marti, I´m going to bed, it was nice talking to you

nicoissurroundedbymuggles: I´ll hear from you

nicoissurroundedbymuggles: And no, I won´t stop bothering you till you´re a Gryfffindor

martislibrary: Oh vaffanculo

nicoissurroundedbymuggles: 😉

After this message the green dot next to Nico´s Bookstagram name disappeared. He went offline. Marti let himself sink into his bed, pressed his phone to his chest and sighted. He was not sure what to say right now. The only thing he knew for sure is that this was weird. The whole conversation. But the good kind of weird.

Niccolò. He spoke the name out loud one. Twice. Three times. Hearing the sound of it. He probably shouldn´t say that he likes him. He doesn´t really know him, talked to him once and not even in person. And possibly never will as that´s one of the “bad sides” of Bookstagram and social media in general: Getting to know people you like so much but sadly kind of live at the other end of the globe. But still, he has to smile as he thought about Nico and the conversation they held. He took another moment to scroll through Nico´s account and his smile became even wider as he saw pictures of him. Marti, sighted and scrolled back to the top of the page. And he pressed the blue follow-button.

martislibrary started following nicoissurroundedbymuggles

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I don‘t know how I got the idea for this one but it was stuck in my head for quiet a while now so I decided to write it. Let‘s see how this will go on😅 I‘d love to hear what you think of it in the comments or in my asks <3

(And I‘ll see if I‘ll keep posting the following chapters here or only the link to ao3)

#the boy who loved fanfic sharetheskamlove #skam italia #martino rametta #niccolò fares #skam italia fanfic

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