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turtle--soup · 6 months ago

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Watching TMNT Next Mutation Episode 7 (when I really shouldn't be but... eh.) 😅

Ramblings under the cut.

Sewer rays? OK.

Dude's riding a motorbike through the sewer. Raph just makes it look so cool he stated a trend huh?

"Do I wanna meet the NYPD? Hmm... naaahh, absolutely not!" Same Mikey, same...

Big monkey. Who is his voice actor? He sounds familiar...*

"I can't believe this! I've been dissed by a gangster ape!" Mikey bro this is like a regular Monday for you surely?

"Certified turtlefied!" Adding that to the List of Things I Can't Believe They Say

"Cops in the sewers? They don't sell donuts down here!" Raph providing the obligatory donut jokes 👍

"I dunno what you been eatin'. But I want some." Why don't they believe Mikey about the monkey dude? Like literally they are talking turtles. If anything a talking ape is less weird

These gangsters are all dressed like they're cosplaying alt- design Joker Funko Pops. Or they got lost on the way to audition to be in the 60s Batman TV show.

"We're ninja - not the Power Rangers!" Yesssssss they're crossing the streeeeeaaaamms!

Raph 'n' roll honestlyyyyyyy that's a catchphrase?? Raph buddy...

"That's team leader" 😤 Aw Don Don, you don't deserve this disrespect

"EY BAWS" hoooooo my god

"The schnooks" OK Venus.

"Battlin' crime is FUN! Heh heh I feel like Batman!" Yeah that'll be the knockoff Joker suits.

Also like... the guys are acting like they don't fight crime? But like... they fought the Foot before? And I know that was bc they were an evil ninja clan specifically but you can't tell me they weren't Doing A Crime every now and then? And that was probably why the turtles fight them, at least sometimes??

The TA DAAAAA sound effect again 👌

All the money flying out of the back of the van this is genuinely the cheesiest live action cartoon

God I love how completely done Donnie is today

Mikey that was so fruity (affectionate)

Oh that's convenient. They moved most of the gold in Fort Knox to NYC for a bit. Of course.

The turtles just so happen to be living directly under half the gold in America right now. Of course.

"Translation for the thick of skull" oof Donnie he's your brother! Or not. So you all have a free pass to hit on your sister Venus.

"I suggest big caution" Leo providing much needed representation for people who can't words good (me).

NUCULAR?? DON WTF YOU ARE NOT HOMER SIMPSON

Isn't there a super villain who's a big monkey dude? I can't remember rn and its winding me up**

Honestly these accents... I could've been a VA on this show. I can butcher an East Coast accent with the best of them

Was I supposed to be able to see that wire??

Oh no they've trapped Venus in a classic Thunderbirds episode!

No genuinely though this could be pretty exciting if it wasn't like 3 minutes from the end of the episode...

Raph is very worried. "Whadda we doo just stand around and PANIC??" He's so relatable

Aw Don...

Aw they're crying 😭 bless them

It's a good job Donnie and Venus didn't die, the other three have to share one brain cell and I'm not sure Splinter could handle that alone

The code was Donnie's birthday asdghghfgdgk

"You mess with the monkey and it gets funky" this dude is legit a Power Rangers villain

*IT WAS GARY CHALK! I knew I knew that voice! How's a guy get typecast as a talking gorilla, anyway? I really hope that whoever cast him did that intentionally, and if they did I hope they also know that they're a legend.

**I think I might be thinking of Gorilla Grodd??

#tmnt next mutation #hex.txt #hex talks turtles #i love this show so much it is so dumb #exactly my speed #for the record i am also a power rangers fan and a transformers fan so there was a lot going on in this episode for me #lol #why shouldn't i be watching this you ask?#guess.

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lee-hakhyun · 1 year ago

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me, seeing you say 'welcome to america': oh, that's fun! that's really, REALLY fun! out of the norm and into a completely different area!

me, remembering that america sunk in orv: on god,,,,, lhh and kdj have to face the population of a continent that got dropkicked by the outer gods in orv canon

it's definitely going to be interesting in that it has the potential of following the theme of those who were sidelined by the story, more so because in orv itself the primary points of contact were anna croft and selena kim (one of which was an antagonist, with the other acting as subordinate). with that, america is but a distant land in orv, still, so its fall was horrifying but not in a personal sense. alternatively, given the many readers abroad such as you and i, it's also a possibility that lhh will come across more readers from his world. kdj too, potentially; since that was his story that got told to everyone, and all.

i'm a bit interested in kdj's potential reaction? since it's a chance to see how he feels about the characters that fell to the waylines, albeit not as closely seen as it was before; although given his reaction to the outer gods in orv main, the answer is probably already there.

lhh in america,,,, that's a whole new territory to explore. oh boy

(do you think in one of lhh's drafts he included well-known figures modern mascots such as mickey mouse. do you think in a world where singshong was willing to go that far, lhh would have to reckon with the vision of steamboat willie mickey as a constellation)

thankfully the destruction of the continent is a long time away. hopefully. and again, i'm soo glad we got more zarathustra. going to america was worth it just for them. i always wanted to see how anna's group was doing and even if they're in chaos rn this is more than enough for me. there are foreign readers! though it seems they messed with anna's future... and kdj seems not very impressed. figures. he was only interested in yjh lmao. i do want to see the constellations that decided to watch america. and new faces..! we've already got a magician and hypnotist im sure sns had fun coming up with characters

#ask #orv side story #side story spoilers #orv spoilers

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da-gamingojichan · 10 months ago

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Alfred F Jones is crying himself that you haven’t drawn Italy riding Germany’s face he is sobbing America is crying

bitch im crying too okay AAUGWHSJIEUE WHY HAVENT I DRAWN IT YET. ITS NOT A FUCKING JOKE. IM NGL. IM NOT A SEX GUY OKAY I LIKE KISSING AND HUGGING AND MISSIONARY BUT ONLY IF THEY SAY I LOVE YOU DURING IT. BUT OHHH MY GOD ITALY RIDING GERMANYS FACE IS SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO HAW.... HAWT!!!!!! *SLAPS FACE* GYAHHHH!!!!!! ITS ONE OF THE FEW THINGS IM SO VERY TOTALLY INTO. I WANT ITALY TO FUCKING SUFFOCATE HIM DEATH LIKE KILL THE BITCH FOR REAL THIS TIME. I WANT GERMANY TO STRAIGHT UP ALMOST PASS OUT FROM LACK OF AIR AND TO KEEP TRYING HIS BEST TO USE HIS MOUTH EVEN THO ITALY IS GRINDING DOWN ON HIM AND DOING 90% OF THE WORLD BC GERMANYS TONGUE GAME IS SO BAD. shy** sex. fluids. TO MAKE IT THROUGH THE GODDAMN SAHARA DESERT. ITS SO GOOD BECAUSE I THINK ITALY GRABS GERMANYS HEAD AND USES IT LIKE A STICK SHIFT WHEN HE GIVES HEAD IN THE BLOWJOB POSITION. BUT ITALY RIDING GERMANYS FACE IS EVEN BETTER BECAUSE ITALY HAS WEAK AS FUCK ARMS AND WHEN HE RIDES HIS FACE HE CAN GO FULLY AS HARD AS HE WANTS TO ON HIM AND SUFFOCATE HIM AND GET HIS ENTIRE FACE ALL MESSED UP. it does have cons where he cant pull his hair to admire his own work but yknow he still gets to enjoy the fruit of his labor when he finally gets off him and sees germany withered like a mummy and gasping for dear air. germany is also the type to so very totally cream from giving head oughhggwgs OHHHVMY GODDDD 😍😍😍😍 AUAGuhw IM RUNNING IN CIRCLES N SHIT OHHH MY GOD YES!!!! YES!!!!!!!!!!! ITALY OVERSTIMS HIM FROM RIDING HIS FACE SO HARD AND ITS EVEN BETTER BC EACH TIME GERMANY FINISHES HIS MOUTH SUCKS IN HARDER AAAAUUAAUAUUAAUUAUAUAGAUFWUSAAUAGWUZHS AMEN BROTHER... IM SHEDDING A SINGLE TEAR RN... AMEN!!!!!! ILL DRINK TO THAT!!!!!!!!

sorry i got a little carried away there. I just really. Really. Like italy riding germanys face. i dont even like head that much tbh but itager sex hits different for me u guys kno that

#-ask

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persephonechoseherfate · 4 months ago

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shoutout to mrs ross for making me and my friend with adhd’s lives a living hell <3

(buckle up i feel like yapping rn)

i was undiagnosed + untreated at the time, and one of my biggest symptoms was disorganization and so my desk was a fucking mess all the time, but i couldn’t control that, even though i really tried :( and she wouldn’t let me go to recess until my desk was SPOTLESS, and she held me to a much higher standard than anybody in the class

and then we had these things that were like tickets the teacher would give to students, and they could cash them in for prizes. and she would give them to kids that would answer questions and show kindness, and i was answering questions left and right, being kind to everybody i could, doing whatever it took for her to like me. but noooo we can’t let the messy desk kid win so this other kid who also answered questions and shit ended up with 400 TICKETS at the end of the year, but i only had 20 after saving all year, so she wasn’t even giving me fuckin tickets

and then she would hold me to insane standards because i was “gifted” and it was just a shitshow

but i feel REALLY bad for this other girl because she also had a messy desk, and so she would have to do the same thing i did, and i remember one day during class the teacher was like “and clean out your bag too it’s dirty” and she was (rightfully) like “no” so I SHIT YOU NOT she goes through this poor girls bag, and finds her PERSONAL diary. then she GOES THROUGH that too, and finds a “mean” (it rlly wasn’t) drawing of her, so she got PUNISHED, for something she did PERSONALLY at home!!!

oh yeah this girl was black and got a shit ton of racism and racial slurs thrown at her (in the fourth fuckin grade, welcome to america! <3) and the teacher did jackshit about that too

so yeah rot in hell mrs. ross <3

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fastlanehqs · 6 months ago

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WELCOME TO MIDWAY, DUDE. Take a look our checklist for a few little deets before we get started.

OOC INFO

Alias: Bowie

Age: 25

Pronouns: He/Him

Timezone: Pacific rn.

Triggers: [REDACTED]

What made you want to join? I like to torture myself < 3

If you aren’t chosen for your first skeleton choice, what are your second and third choices? [REDACTED]

Anything else? Era appropriate song: Shirley Bassey, Killing Me Softly With His Song (1973). I realize this rp is set in 1971 so you can shoot me for that (affectionately).

Pinterest: https://pin.it/4uuWe6WAR

IC BLURB

[ASHLEY MOORE, CIS WOMAN, SHE/HER] Well, well, well, [PAULINE “POLLY” JOHNSON], after that stunt you and your friends pulled, half of town didn’t think you’d make it to graduation! Let alone turning [18]. You’re getting a reputation as [MISS AMERICA] you know, it’s all the talk around [MIDWAY AND, MORE NOTABLY, SALLY’S COSMETICS STORE!] Nevertheless, Principal Grauss announced your postgrad plans to [STUDY EDUCATION AT GEORGIA STATE UNIVERSITY OR … DITCH THAT PLAN ALTOGETHER FOR THE OBVIOUS PATH] when you walked across that stage and got that diploma. Folks around Midway will always remember you as [CONFIDENT + AMBITIOUS] and [CONTROLLING + VINDICTIVE].

WRITING SAMPLE PROMPT #2 (The Most Recent Prom)

Note: I inserted other characters just to play around with the world.

Polly descended the makeshift stage carefully, holding the hem of her baby blue dress so as to avoid trampling on it underfoot. The fabric shimmered with every step she took, sequins catching strays of an obnoxiously large disco ball to create a dazzling display of turquoise. Her boyfriend, [Terry Bradshaw], was nowhere near her side in the post-crowning glow. She couldn’t even stand to look back at him, focusing only on the roar of his football buddies somewhere deep in the crowd. Their howling overshadowed gentle clapping and the live band that picked up from where they left off before the announcement. Irritation that had been sitting in her chest since the moment her boyfriend rolled into her cul-de-sac intensified. Polly didn’t even need to glance back to know that Terry was probably taking in the moment on stage. Pumping his fist in the air or showing off the crown in some other obnoxious display of muscles. If it weren’t for the bickering after Terry picked her up with a disgustingly pink corsage, maybe Polly would have dared to share the limelight with him … Give the crowd an encore with a wistful kiss to hum and haw over. Create a great visual of Midway’s most beloved couple to kickstart the summer … but the only thing on Polly’s mind at this moment was Terry’s stupid grin as he showed up to her house 20 minutes early. His clammy hand groping her waist for a picture … The way his choice of a pink corsage clashed against her entire outfit … Normally she could compartmentalize the annoyance and stand by his side but tonight was her night. The night of all nights. She needed air. Pronto.

Polly flounced forward with only one destination in mind. Anywhere but this unrecognizable gymnasium draped in twinkling lights. Streamers hung from the rafters, cascading gentle waterfalls of glitter atop the heads of hair sprayed updos and slicked back mullets. Equally nauseating was the heaviness of B.O. overlaid by layers of cheap cologne. It mingled with freshly cut flowers that adorned every table to create something entirely vile. Polly’s smile grew tighter with every “thank you” muttered in response to congratulations from classmates, desperation at the forefront of her thoughts as she hunted for an exit sign. A second of fresh air to recenter her thoughts and adjust the crown that was definitely messing with her hair. She strutted the perimeter of the gymnasium until her eyes caught a shadowy corner where [The Dirtbag] stood. He was, for a lack of better words, a murky glass of water in a drought. The thought alone was vomit inducing. Polly approached quickly, a vein soon about to pop in her forehead.

“Well, well, well …” [The Dirtbag] drawled, smirk widening as she got closer. “Should I be saying congratulations or are you-”

“Shut up.” Polly snapped. The edge in her voice was real, not half-hearted with amusement as usual. No eye roll, either. She moved closer to where he leaned against the wall, arms now crossed against her chest, inching forward to avoid eavesdroppers. “Is there a cigarette somewhere in that moldy suit?”

The Dirtbag’s smirk faltered. He reached into his suit for his pack of Wintsons, wordlessly offering a stick to her. Polly unfurled an arm to snatch it, throat tightening as she swallowed away a thanks. The best she could muster was a pursed smile, straightening her shoulders to pivot towards an exit sign. The promise of cool concrete ahead. Unbeknownst to Miss America, the entire trajectory of Polly’s night was about to change with the turn of her shoulder. She glanced back at [The Dirtbag], not bothering to meet his gaze in her periphery. Radiating indifference.

“I’ll be needing a lighter too.”

Provided that [The Dirtbag] wasn’t already wasted on shitty punch, he’d understand it was an invitation.

#submission #miss.america #fast:accepted

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i-got-the-power1412 · 1 year ago

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Alright motherfuckers, i have been feeling the urge to rant for quite a few days, so here it is, my weird, fucked up, rant/question ✨shizzazl.✨

Before we begin, I would like to inform ya'll that I'm a teenage (17-19) Indian girl. That is, I'm a brown, POC girl.

(so be ready cause this is gonna have a lot of sensitive, bordering controversial opinions, so DON'T LIKE, DON'T READ PLS)

Now-

First things first, what the fuck is wrong with our planet? Like, I'm not a nihilist or whatever, am I bit pessimistic? Well, yes. But other than that I'm not very dark minded, so like if I'm asking wtf is wrong with our world, you know something is definitely wrong. Like I can list like 10 things wrong in the world rn, off the top of my head.

1. Wars and disaster

2. Corrupt governments

3. Insufficient health care

4. Collapsing economy

5. Fucked up environment

6. Lack of gun control and mass shootings

7. Racism

8. Women's lack of safety/sexism

9. Homophobia and queer community hatred

10. Lack of food and and water.

This is all just off the top of my head. Like where the hell did we go wrong that this is what we have come down to. Let's dive deeper shall we?

We are currently in the middle of World War 3. Now hear me out, you're probably like-"Uh no,cause if we were we would know right?"

WRONG.

We don't know shit cause at the moment we are not directly affected by said war. Think about it like this, in World war 1 aka the first world war we had, there were 2 sides right? The allied powers and the central powers. And same in 2nd world war with allied and axis powers. Guess what? We have them now too. Russia and Ukraine and Israel and Palestine. If we divide it in the good and bad, like we humans have a habit of doing, it is Russia and Israel on one side, and Ukraine and Palestine on the other. All we need is 2 more countries to join one-one side, preferably England, USA, France or Canada, and we're done, we're in World war 3. Like what is up with that.

In my college history textbook, which I was studying recently cause I'm in the middle of my exams, I noticed in the Cold War chapter, that it was written that America became the foremost Superpower in the world, so much so that it had the power to acknowledge China as a State. And it made me wonder why? What the actual fuck is so special about that messed up country?

Ok imma make u question ur whole life now ok? U ready? Here we go.

We all know about USA, aka the LAND OF FREEDOM, right? The whole American Revolution, Fight for Freedom and all that?

What made it like that?

Like, from my perspective, all I see is white people, who went to an untouched, perfectly fine land, conquered it, killed and enslaved the real independent, original populace of that country, destroyed their absolutely beautiful and much advanced culture, declared that land as their own, and then got pissed off at their own king for excessive TAXES, and decided that they want independence?

Let me get this absolutely straight. These already INDEPENDENT, PRIVILEGED people came to another country, took the ACTUAL INDEPENDENCE of the people living there, and then fought a long war against their own king for this so called "Independence" and resulted in creating the World's Greatest Superpower, which honestly is today's one of the most fucked up countries which is honest to god falling apart at the seams?

Honestly, it makes me feel just strange. Like I don't even have words for this.

It's the same with England. These people came, conquered, enslaved, killed, tortured, and robbed, like blind looted, India and multiple other countries, ruled for over 200 years and then left after having squeezed a total of nearly $50 trillion from us? $50 TRILLION. Our country would be living on cloud 9 if we had even half this amount today. But we don't cause it was taken from us.

And sure the actions of our ancestors should not be blamed on the current generation. BUT the current generation is no better. These countries are still not making up for their crimes. America is currently attacking and warring with multiple Asian countries but of course, no one cares.

How bout the Panama Papers ? Such a huge scandal, the amount of money hidden and evaded, but the results? Comparatively, nothing.

The presidents of these countries are, quite frankly, useless.

In today's world, in almost 90 percentage of all countries' councils, governments, and senates, only old men above the age of 60, i.e. the age of senior citizens, work and function. Why is that?

If we all agree that the youngsters are the future, then why is the future in the hands of men who are ten seconds away from their damn graves?

USA- Biden is 81 years old.

Trump is 77 years old.

Britain- King Charles is 75 years old.

India- Narendra Modi is 73 years old.

Canada- Justin Trudeau is 52 years old.

South Korea- Yoon Suk Yeol is 63 years old.

China- Xi Jinping is 70 years old.

I think this is rather concerning.

More in part 2

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transitofmercury · 1 year ago

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I’ve got an essay to write but I’ve got more to say about a Katherine who can’t break the Pulitzer family generational curse:

Katherine who is used to arguments where you can say anything and have it mean nothing, you can be horrible as long as you win. She’s so used to it that’s she can’t understand why other people won’t give her that kind of argument.

Her, Bill and Darcy as a little messed up children-of-newspaper-owners club where they (especially Kath and Bill) get to have this type of argument if they want to, cause they all understand it.

Katherine caught between pitying and envying her brothers forever. All of the siblings living their whole lives in a competition. Considering Pulitzer’s relationship with his own brother, I can’t imagine he’d be discouraging sibling rivalry.

Katherine who occasionally sees glimpses of the little boy her father once was, a poor immigrant 17 year old alone in America, in the newsies.

Katherine who just disappears from her own life for a couple days when her dad dies. Goes home and feels like she has to be the one to deal with everything because ‘she shouldn’t be that affected by him dying because she hadn’t spoken to him for years’ but of course she cares. She comes back to her own life and keeps pretending not to care forever.

When I did English Literature in sixth-form, we did Hamlet and we had to include references to productions/performances in our essays. I remember reading about a version where Ophelia is wearing Polonius’ bloody clothes in Act 4 Scene 5 and I immediately thought that’s so Katherine-coded. The specific description was “Polonius superimposed on her existence by her wearing his clothes, blood-stained shirt and all” like…… girl, your dad is so superimposed on your existence rn….

Katherine who is never able to get rid of that sick sense of pride at knowing she’s the only one of her siblings with her father’s journalistic skills.

I don’t know, just Katherine Pulitzer………… I think sometimes people wanna shy away from Kath being Pulitzer’s daughter and as a massive defender of her, I get that, but there’s so much interesting stuff that comes from it. Even ignoring the weird amounts of Pulitzer family history I’ve acquired, the implications of her in Newsies being a journalist and involved in journalism which is basically the same career as her dad, and then using that to bring him down, are huge (those implications are what originally set me off on nearly three years of rotating her in my microwave brain, she’s so interesting!!!)

doomed tragedy katherine my beloved

#to be honest with you all of a-level literature was me thinking about katherine #brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr (microwave brain)#cut: louis xi and anne of france cause we’re getting too real but……. louis xi and anne of france #three years!!! three years in january since katherine brainrot began i think #katherine plumber pulitzer my beloved #katherine plumber #katherine pulitzer #mercury posting

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rassvetsky · 2 years ago

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heyyy 🤠 ! i saw that ur ask box is open so do you think you could write some fluff with Steve Rogers abt halloween ?? i’m really craving comfort rn 🥹🥹

im drunk therefore i can barely speak my native language let alone english, and this is a complete mess. i still hope you like it tho bby feel free to request something else if this isnt it :( love you so much fr id commit arson for you i think

Star Spangled Singer

part one | part two

steve rogers x reader

"When you're not sure what to wear for Tony's Halloween party, Steve comes up with a solution. Too bad that he earned a rival as a result, but he's always going to be your favorite Captain America, and you'll always be his favorite Star Spangled Singer."

[2k] | fem!reader, nothing worth adding as a warning except for maria hill because she's hot and her & reader would make a killer couple, mentions of the USO tour, alcohol intake, idk what this is tbh

reblog and/or like for a kiss, feedback much appreciated! not proofread.

"Can't I just go dressed up as… Myself?"

"Steve, that's not how Halloween works," you sighed, arms folded on your chest as you sat cross-legged on the bed right by Steve's legs. He was leaning on the bed frame, one hand keeping his book open from the lower end of it, the other swirling the marker around- and he looked so cozy that you felt a bit guilty about keeping him away from the world of his book. Sighing softly, you slowly moved closer to him and got under the covers, his arm immediately finding its way around your shoulders to keep you close to his chest. "Besides, I think Maria is already going as Captain America, so…"

The grimace which took its place on his face pulled a laugh out of you, as you patted his chest reassuringly, watching him as he carefully jammed the bookmark on the page he was left at. Setting the book down on the nightstand by his side, he wrapped both of his arms around you, slightly pulling you on top of him as you braced yourself on his chest, looking down at him with a silly grin. "What are you going as?"

"Dunno," you hummed happily, reaching to press your lips against his chin when you couldn't bear the lovesick expression he kept sending your way anymore. "I'm so hopeless when it comes to actually picking something. Might as well go dressed as your shield or something."

His warm laugh was enough to bring the smile on your lips even wider. "I might actually have an idea."

You don't even know how he found an exact replica, and you're not willing to ask but the next day, a couple of hours before the party, Steve came back to your shared room in the compound with a costume. Specifically, a Star Spangled Singers costume.

"Did the USO tour in the 40's with the group," he chuckled, watching your bewildered eyes as you ran your fingers through the soft fabric of the outfit, laid out across the bed. "What do you think? Too much?"

"I am going to look awesome with Maria, you have no idea."

A playful frown formed between his brows. "Really? While the actual Captain America is-"

"We both know you're gonna go with a shirt, Steve. Let's not try to fool each other." you giggled, slowly approaching his sitting figure to wrap your arms around his neck and let him pull you into his lap. "It's so cool. God, you're so cool- can't believe I'm dating this guy."

His soft laughter was muffled when he reached in to bury his face in your hair, tugging you closer to his chest as he did so. "You're going to look beautiful in it," he hummed. "Gonna give me the best kind of nostalgia."

"I thought you hated the USO tour-"

"Shut it," he whispered, earning a quiet chuckle from you. "Everything is bearable when it's with you."

Quite literally, every single negative thought he had about the tour vanished the second you walked into the room, hand to hand with Maria Hill who was indeed dressed as Captain America, tight star spangled suit actually fitting her so well that you thought maybe, she could pass as him if she wanted to.

But boy, oh boy; Steve couldn't keep his eyes off of you. Blue sleeveless vest with a deep V cut and three pairs of stars on the collar, flowy red and white skirt short enough to show just enough of your legs, adorned with a black pantyhose. You had a blue cap placed carefully on top of your styled hair, and white gloves going up halfway through your biceps; he couldn't help the way his gaze followed you through when you approached Tony and Nick with Maria, completely ignoring the way Sam nudged his side and waved towards your direction to get your attention. "Damn, she left you for another Captain America? That's cold."

You excused yourself, squeezing Maria's hand slightly before letting go, graceful strut clicking against the marble flooring as you made your way over to the duo. "Hey Wilson, who are you supposed to be?"

Sam faked offense, one hand dramatically going up to his chest to clutch it. "Excuse me? Nat King Cole?"

"I'm supposed to guess Nat King Cole just from the.. suit?"

"Why else would I wear a suit- alright, you know what Cover Girl, I'm gonna leave you and your star-struck boyfriend alone and get as drunk as I possibly could," he declared, giving Steve -who was still watching you with a smile on his lips- a pat on the shoulder before offering you a salute and walking away, towards Rhodey.

You finally returned your attention to your boyfriend then, meeting his sparkly gaze with a big smile. "Hey Cap."

"Wow."

"I know." you giggled. "Maria and I make quite the couple." Steve didn't react much to the joke, too busy staring at your maroon lips and the way they curved upwards- feeling red, white, blue fireworks going off in his chest.

Not that he wasn't used to seeing you all dressed- you could pull literally anything off, in his eyes. From tactical outfits to the silliest pajamas known to humankind, you always looked stunning to him, filling his insides with a boyish kind of giddiness, which he hid well through the serious exterior.

You approached him a bit more then, resting a glove-clad hand on his chest before reaching up to press a kiss against his cheek, trying to break him off of the trance he seemed to be under. "Earth to Rogers?"

"You look incredible," he chuckled, mostly to himself, before getting a hold of your hand to twirl you around once. You did so, rather gracefully, the flowy skirt going up and down in the most hypnotizing way possible. "I might have to keep you away from Maria at all costs. She might just forget to remain professional as Captain America."

"She's equally as hot so it kinda goes both ways," you shrugged, earning a playful scoff from him before he held your hand again, this time bringing it up to his lips to place a soft kiss on top. "Ooh, chivalrous."

"Can we- do you want- hold on, let me just," he cleared his throat as you bit down on your lower lip, holding back a laugh. "Can I get this beautiful lady a drink?"

"Did I just get you all flustered, Rogers?" you chuckled, slowly dragging him towards the bar as he laughed along, sheepish. "Good thing you have no idea what's under this outfit."

"What? Wait, what's under the outfit?" he asked, although his hopes of getting an answer died down quickly when the two of you met Natasha, Bruce and Clint by the bar. Clint, by the other side of the bar, immediately went in for a high-five with you before pulling out the bottle of champagne Tony opened earlier on. "Why is Steve incredibly under-dressed next to such lady?"

"Heard he's not the Captain anymore." Natasha chimed in, earning a laugh from the group as you nodded.

"Oh, yeah! Much more fun, working with Captain Hill." you purred, basking in the warmth Steve's hand on your waist provided. "Wonder where she is.."

"She's busy being given a headache by Tony," Natasha replied right after Clint handed the two glasses to Steve and you, earning a timid smile from you before you took a generous sip, letting the liquid burn down all the way through your throat. "The two of you by the door might've made me question my sexuality a little bit."

"Alright, can everyone just stop trying to bed my girlfriend?"

"Bed me? Oh my God, you're actually back in the 40's," you laughed, with Steve playfully rolling his eyes and tugging you closer to his side. "Might as well ask me to dance Waltz with you to Doja Cat."

"I might, actually-" but you cut him off with a quick kiss to his lips, before slowly stepping away from him with a wink, still holding onto your glass.

"That's too bad, a Star Spangled Singer only dances with Captain America herself!"

"I'm starting to get used to this thing," Maria twirled you around again, earning a hearty laugh from you when you nodded and did the same to her.

"You look badass in it. You should take on the name, seriously."

"Only if you agree to be my sidekick. But in that outfit."

"I don't think I could fight in high heels and a skirt-"

"You don't have to," she chuckled, shaking her head. "Just give me a thumbs up when I do good and sit pretty, that'd be good."

You laughed along, pulling her to your side tiredly when the music changed again. "I actually considered coming as Captain America's shield but then Steve pulled this out, so…"

"Steve was the one pulling this out?" she asked, giggling. "He knew what he was getting himself into, then."

"Mhm. Speaking of…" you trailed off, slowly pushing yourself apart from her embrace and reaching to fix her hair before smiling again. "I should find him. I kind of deserted him for you, hotshot."

"Best choice you've ever made." she chuckled and squeezed your hand one last time. "Have fun, m'kay?"

"You too." you hummed before walking away from her happily, eyes scanning through the room as you made your way over to the bar again. A squeak left you when you felt a strong pair of arms wrap around your waist, pulling you close to his chest with a laugh. "Steve! You scared me."

"And you, miss, haven't answered my question." he spoke, right against your ear. You let out a soft chuckle at that. "What's under the outfit?"

"My endless love and adoration for a certain Steve Rogers." you replied seriously, causing him to laugh and hide his face on your neck. "For real. I got a Captain America trading card in my bra and that's like, all."

"I thought you meant something like, I don't know, a very patriotic lingerie set or…"

"Please don't bring politics into our bedroom," you chuckled, slowly turning around in his hold to wrap your arms around his neck and smile up to him. "I was messin' with you. Wanted to rile you up solely for my own amusement."

"Left your manners on the nightstand?"

"Exactly." you hummed, letting him pull you closer just to press his lips against the side of your forehead.

"Well, there's always the fourth of July for that, I hope." he shrugged, and you really wanted to just kiss him until his poor lungs went dry. "Say, what does one do with their girlfriend on a Halloween night?"

"Horror movies are on the table," you mumbled. "We'll steal beer from the kitchen- and of course, the candies Tony insisted on buying to give to trick-or-treaters as if any child ever comes around here."

"Sounds like a deal. But you'll keep the outfit on, right?"

"Only if you're gonna be the one to take it off when I'm too sleepy to do so."

You could still hear the music through the thick walls of the compound, although a lot more muffled. Your chest was against Steve's back as the two of you cuddled up on the bed, a low-budget horror movie from early 2000's on your TV while you absentmindedly played with his fingers, massaging his palm with your thumbs mostly to ignore the logical explanations he came up with for whatever demon was after the characters. "Stevie?" you looked up a bit, earning a hum from him.

"Yeah?"

You let your head fall back on his chest and closed your eyes, a smile forming on your lips. "You're my favorite Captain America, you know that, right? Even though Maria is a close second."

He laughed at that, arms wrapping around you a bit tighter before he left a kiss on your hair. "I know. And you're my favorite Star Spangled Singer."

"You'd lose your virginity to me in the 40's too?"

"Christ- who even told you about that?"

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annoyingnerdsposts · 2 years ago

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Get-up-and-go part 1

Heyyyyy... so i haven't posted much and I’m sorry for that my life has just been really busy rn and I’m getting back into writing.

ANYWHO- here’s a story with frank and his adoptive child being on the run :)

Gender neutral reader

relationship is platonic with a capital P

It was late at night, maybe 11 or 12 o;clock but it was late nonetheless. You had fallen asleep on the couch in front of the tv, your arms stretched around the sofa and a blanket covering you. You were melting in the heat of this September night. You began to peel your body off the couch and make your way to the kitchen to make a tea and maybe grab a snack.

the news was on.

It was a rule in your house to always have the news on. If it wasn't on the TV it, was on the radio. But it was always on in some way shape or form. Frank said it was good to know what is going on in the city at all times.

As the kettle was heating up on the stove you couldn’t help but over hear the story the news anchor was telling.

“An apartment building in Brooklyn was burned to the ground in a booming earlier tonight, the police have no suspects and have made zero arrests as of late, i will keep you updated as the situation unfolds.”

You move closer to the TV and notice the address of the building.

That’s close to where Miles lives

Miles Morales, your best friend. and a part of your iconic trio. Miles, you and America. Miles was one of the first people you meet in New York, and frankly one of your closest friends.

You pulled your phone out in a panic and clicked on the saved number with miles face on it.

“MILES?!” you yell into the phone “MILES?!”

“..Yeah its me wassup” says a tired Miles. He must have been sleeping by the sound of his grubby voice into the phone. A relieved sign escaped your lips. “Are you OK?! A building near you was blown up !” Now miles must have been a little worried because the sleepy Miles that you called earlier was gone.”What where?!” he said, you could hear his bed squeaking so he must now be sitting up. “ Two streets down from you” I said into the phone, “Turn on the news”. You could hear Miles’ dad call Miles. “ I have to go y/n I’ll call you when I can, OK?” “OK” I replied and hung up. Something was different when you looked at the news screen now.

12 dead 19 injured.

Fuck.

Amid all this you don’t know where Frank is. Double Fuck. You called him. No answer. Again. No answer. Again. No answer.

The next 20 minutes consisted of you pacing back and forth in your small apartment trying not to freak the fuck out. Then the door finally opens, Its Frank, and he’s a mess. “Frank” you say staring at him standing in the hall. Hes covered in blood which. to be fair, is normal Frank behaviour. But what threw you off was what his boots and face was covered in.

Ash, building ash.

“Kid..” he grumbled under his breath. “Y-You need to get your bag.” This time he sounded genuinely worried.

The bag he was lovingly referring to was your ‘Get-up-and-go’ bag. You’ve been with frank since you were a little kid, and since then hes made you pack such a bag. A get-up-and-go bag is used when you and frank need to leave the city fast. That bag contains clothes for 5 days, water, snacks, a first aid kit, 150 dollars in cash and a flip phone burner. On said burner had four numbers, Franks, Karen’s, Curtis’, and some random contact labled ‘Micro’ that frank said you should only use as a last resort.

You nodded and grabbed the bag from under your bed and walked to the front door. Frank was cleaning the blood and ash from his face in the bathroom. He finished up and grabbed his bag and with that, You both disappeared.

You got into the van and drove away, your head leaning against the window of the vehicle watching your apartment building fade into a speck. You look over at Frank. “Are you gonna tell me what happened?” you asked calmly, “No”. “When we get somewhere safe we will talk about it, but right now, we need to focus getting out of the city” He states. you wait till you ask the next question. “Dose this have anything to do with what happened in Brooklyn?” You asked. Frank remained silent.

The city look so different at night. A sea of black with specks of light, each light a home with people who are living out there lives. Its a strange feeling, realising how small we are. As you left the city you and Frank stayed silent. You had millions of questions running through your mind at once but didn't know how to ask them. You looked over at Frank, the same fixed expression as before he looked over to you. It must have been around 1 in the morning at this point. “Hey kid, I know your tired and you want answers and you’ll get them but we need to get out of the city first. he placed a hand on your shoulder. you nodded and laid your head on the window of the van and fell asleep.

You woke up at 4:00 because Frank swerved the car and you almost crashed. “Frank, you need sleep” you said. Frank let out a sigh. “The next motel I see, were staying there” you noded and the both of you continued driving.

You pulled into this shady motel of the street and got a two bedroom for a night. You flopped into the bed as did Frank.

“Fuck” Frank said

“What?” You said “What did you do?”

“Y’know that building that blew up in Brooklyn?”

“Yes”

“I blew it up”

Triple Fuck.

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Sooooooooo that was part one, if you want a part two let me know cause i have big plans for this story and yeah thanks for reading i appriciate it :)

heres the link to part 2:

https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/annoyingnerdsposts/694144608735739904?source=share

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custardcrazy · 4 years ago

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Newt x Reader: I’ll Be Seeing You (Part 2)

A/N: HERE IT IS!! PART 2!! i honestly don’t like this one as much as the first one but here you go anyway!!

dunno if i have the motivation rn to make a part 3 but we’ll see

warnings: nothing really, i tried my best to write a reunion

i strongly recommend you read part 1 if you haven’t read it yet!

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Iris

Quite a few years had passed since the day that you had left.

You'd grown up. Finished your (Muggle- or as they called them here, No-Maj) education in America. Opened up a small flower shop in New York City with the funds that you had scraped together after your mother passed away, and with the help of your aunt.

You could say that you were happy. And yeah, you were. You actually had friends now, and you had met some really nice people. But sometimes you wondered if you were really living the life that you wanted to.

There were still people you missed, after all.

It was a dreary spring day, and you were waiting for customers at the counter, checking the clock now and then. You were looking forward to your lunch break.

Suddenly, the door at the front opened, the bell ringing cheerily in greeting to the man who stepped in.

He was attractive, really. Tall and a touch lanky. Messed-up brown hair, with eyes that had a sort of twinkle in them. He was wearing an outfit that suited him well, and was carrying a beat-up leather case.

And- you couldn't quite put your finger on it, but he seemed.. familiar, somehow.

The man approached the counter, giving you a small nod in greeting, and you smiled at him.

"Hello, may I help you?"

"Erm.. ye-yes, can you.. can you tell me what flowers are appropriate to give to a woman?" He seemed to be having a hard time meeting your gaze, and spoke quickly as if he wanted to get this over with.

You recognized an English accent in his voice, and wondered if he was visiting on holiday.

"Oh, of course! Well, you can't go wrong with a nice bunch of roses!" you said, walking out from behind the counter and over to the side of the shop, where bouquets of flowers were displayed on the wall.

You plucked a dozen red roses from where they were sitting in a wooden vase, going to wrap them up in paper and tie it all together with a ribbon.

Moving back to the counter, you put the bouquet down. "Would you like a card to go with these?"

"..Um, alright then."

With a small flourish, you grabbed a thin cardboard square from a pile, and a quill. "To whom shall I address this to?"

"Tina," the man said, then paused. "Pr-pray tell, are you perhaps from Europe? Your accent-"

"I'm surprised that you could recognize it!" You laughed lightly. "I've been in America for so long that it's barely there anymore!"

His mouth twitched slightly, as if he was holding back a smile.

"Oh, and, is that spelled T-I-N-A, or any other way?"

"That's how it's spelled."

You wrote To: Tina down in a swooping cursive font, making sure to keep it neat and tidy. Nobody wants to receive a sloppy note, after all!

"And would you like for me to write down your name as well, or are you remaining a secret admirer?" you asked, not even trying to stop the small note of amusement in your voice.

"M-my name, thanks."

Dipping the quill in the ink pot once more, you looked up at him. "Then your name, please?"

"Newt- N-E-W-T, by the way."

You nearly dropped the card and the quill in your hands, but you quickly recovered.

Dear God.

Sure, the little child in you wanted to wholeheartedly believe that this stranger was the friend you left behind long ago- but the adult in you knew that just sharing a name didn't mean that they were the same person.

(Even if the coincidences seemed a bit too similar to not make this true..)

Though, your heart didn't stop beating a touch faster than usual.

With a small scoff of annoyance, you rolled up your sleeves so as to not get them dirtied in ink.

You quickly wrote down From: Newt, then stuck the card into the bouquet, picking it up and holding it out to him. "That'll be five dollars, please-"

He didn't take it, though, and his eyes widened as he looked down at your now-exposed wrist where the bracelet sat proudly.

"...Y-your bracelet.. how.. how did you get it?" he asked quietly.

You felt your heart skip a beat.

"Well, um, a friend gave it to me, when I was younger," you answered, suddenly finding it difficult to look him straight in the eyes. "I've kept it ever since, as it reminds me of home..,"

"A friend..?"

The air suddenly felt thick, heavy with suspense as you slowly looked over at him, waiting for either him to speak or for you to find the right words to say.

"..(Y/N), it really can't be-" he started to say, but you didn't need to hear anything more.

With a sudden amount of bursting happiness, you put down the bouquet and crossed over the counter, firmly throwing your arms around him.

He felt warm, comforting, and smelled of the earth and a few other things that reminded you of the days spent carefree in the park.

Newt held you close, swaying slightly on the spot.

A minute passed, but neither of you wanted to let go.

This all felt very surreal, actually. Was it a dream? Were you just sick? Hyperventilating? Perhaps you were floating away into the sky, like a kite..

But, the grounding touch of your friend kept you firmly anchored in the present and reminded you that yes, this was really happening.

Before it got too weird, you parted, both smiling as if you had just won the lottery.

"Um.. your bouquet?" you said awkwardly, suppressing the sudden urge to giggle at the giddiness that was running through your body.

"Oh. Yes," he replied, digging into the pockets of his coat. "D-do you take Sickles and such here, or..?"

"No, it's Dragots, but you can take it for free- I still technically owe you for the bracelet, anyway!"

This whole change of events had caused your spirits to rise, and subconsciously, the flowers in the shop had started to brighten up and bloom with your happiness. It seemed that Newt had noticed this, and curiously glanced around before picking up the roses, which were bolder in color than before.

"If you say so..," Newt said carefully.

It looked like he was torn between leaving or staying. And either he didn't know what to say- or was too shy to speak up.

(It was probably the latter.)

"Say, um, would you want to come have lunch or something? My break is just in a few minutes, and I bet I can close up early. My apartment is close by," you piped up, quietly fidgeting with the seam of your rough apron.

Newt seemed a bit taken aback, but still gave you a gentle smile, nodding.

"..I'd like that."

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mewmewkitten101 · 2 years ago

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Never added the arsene drawing so here's what she looks like.

I never really mentioned characters races either! Satan is biracial, part white part some poc, I don't really wanna decide specific races and in canon their DNA tells them nothing about their race and i wanted people to be able to headcanon their race. That being said feel free to give me your headcanons on what Satan + his family's are. Arsene and her sisters were originally meant to be vaguely white but rn I'm considering making them Spanish (Spain Spanish not Latin America Spanish) to fit with the idea that their pantheon has a bunch of races. Nico is tri-racial, he's part black, German and greek. Of course, it's mostly a demon equivalent. He is meant to be very white passing

Next up we're talking about...

Nico!

Nico is part of a group of demons that during the war between hell and heaven had to drop on the planet Ayuzuma and go into hiding in the Ayzumian hell. The groups where the would be Plutonian demons and the would be Solarian demons. These two groups created a unique kind of demon, the Ayuzumian demon, who was known to be grey and possibly have the solarian demon tail but are so varied its hard to know.

Nico was born to a would be Plutonian father and a would be Solarian mother. He adored his parents, his father became ruler of the Ayuzumian hell before it was ever the red kingdom. Most rulers of hell are royalty but Nico's dad was never considered royalty, he functioned of like a government but without terms, though since hell is a whole country president or prime minister is probably better but yeah. Nico grew up working in the government house doing various jobs, he liked being a public servant. I think the last position he held though was probably a senator. He also eventually got a baby sister! Unfortunately though this did not last long as one day he learned from a coworker of his fathers' that someone had assassinated his entire family except him. His fathers' second in command had to take over to give Nico time to mourn and bury his family. There were talks of Nico inheriting but Nico really didn't want to. While the people were okay with what the second in command wanted they would rather have someone else lead. Their home was a mess and nobody could make a decision so Nico headed to Earthinian Hell, where the Satanels lived. Nico told Diablo that his home was chaos due to his fathers' death and they couldn't decide on a new ruler and he wanted Diablo to send someone that could set things right. Diablo felt sympathy and he sent his elder son, Satan, to live out a punishment from the recent disappearances of two of the seven deadly sins. Diablo also offered Nico a new job as bodyguard to Satan so he sticks to ruling Ayuzuma, and Arsene, to make sure nothing happens to her in her line of work. Nico didn't necessarily need one but it would get him into learning about fighting which Nico never really got to do so he took it. He helped Satan, his ex-wife Arsene move to the government house. When they came to Ayuzumian Hell since Nico brought back THE Satan Satanel everyone immediately accepted them, no questions asked. For the time being, while waiting on renovations to make a new part of the palace, they converted some of the old rooms into bedrooms, and Nico started learning blood magic and fighting under Satan. Satan and Arsene could easily have kept a professional relationship only with Nico, but Arsene has always been close to her bodyguards and she befriends them, so that's what they did. Satan and Arsene comforted Nico and let him take off when needed, and Nico was there for them in return. Nico was not just a bodyguard but a good family friend. Nico eventually also found love in Katherina Astraia, Queen of The Fuschia Kingdom and they had a daughter named Bree together. Katherina unfortunately was not a good person and separated. Anyway his backstory is long let's get into his traits.

Nico is a very shy and sweet person, he's very quiet and awkward even occasionally around people he knows. He loves reading. He's protective of others, especially Bree, he's the only family he's got and is afraid of something happening to her. He also visits his deceased family members' murals a lot. While renovations were being made a few old coworkers came together and commissioned paintings of his mom, dad and baby sister, and Nico frequently visits them, talks to them, and I imagine maybe either their graves are embedded in the walls or something too since they spent a lot of time here. Nico lived in his childhood home but eventually he sold it and regretted it and he wants it back but its not happening anytime soon most likely. Also about the hair, the picture is inaccurate and more of his book 2 and 3 appearance, in book 1 he dresses in hoodies and sweatshirts and has short hair. He's a lot like Arsene in a sense that he feels beneath others and has to serve him, while he's more a literal servant. He's also very smart, not only was he a civil servant for a long time but he loves learning and acquiring knowledge.

I think that's everything that's not spoilers for now? If you want clarification just send me an ask!

Morning Writeblr, why don't we start introducing the main cast of kingdoms?

The main protagonist is Satan Satanel, no, not also Lucifer, and no, not the one that fell from Heaven, that's his father. As the name suggests, he is a demon, but he is one with a more human-like appearance. Satan has been living out a punishment on causing the disappearances of two demons for over two thousand years now. In time Ayuzuma has become a beloved home. He rules a kingdom in Ayuzuma called The Hell Sector of The Red Kingdom, as the Red Kingdom consists of both Ayuzuma's heaven and hell.Satan will go to extreme lengths to protect his family, even if it's members he's not close to nor ones he doesn't get along with. He overworks himself a lot. He suppresses his emotions a lot. He also has a temper, but he does his best to keep it controlled in the presence of his kids. Wants to be very independent from his father. Also keeps a diary. (Bio is kinda spoilers ngl but whatever)

(I'll add on to this more after school but here's one dude for now)

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itsmeatballworld · 2 years ago

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this is gonna be my condensed thoughts/feelings as I finally catch up to the most current chapter in bs:a!

@darke15 you’re a genius and I luv youuuu

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I had to make a new ao3 account after my computer denounced the website 😂😂

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Okay so from chpts 65-69 I’m high key sweating every two minutes lol

The lying Ghost had to do was insane!! Girl was doing cartwheels dodging Bucky’s questions to the point I was so stressed! I feel so bad for them—I can’t imagine the pain of wanting to share something but knowing the repercussions and fear of the outcome.

But so much good/yummy fluff and smut was weaved through so I’m happy haha

“Did you fuck Captain America?”

“Did you fuck the Winter Soldier?”

^ honestly has to be one of my favorites 😂 I was squealing lmaoo

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*this next part is dedicated to chpt. 70. And only chpt. 70.*

Exc-UUUSE MEEEE?! Did you wake up and decide on violence, Darke?! I’m IN TEARS. AGONY. DANNY OH MY GOD. I CANT DO THIS. I REFUSE. NO. NOO. NOOOO.

Wow goddamn if that hurt me I can’t imagine how much that hurt you when you wrote this scene. I mean Danny?!? Babes I’m withering in pain, full tears.

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Chpt 71. What in the HELL IS GOING ON. So many people are getting hurt?! Dune, my loves. The whole team. I’m terrified for this chapter.

Oh my god Wraith is throwing Ghost under the bus as a HYDRA sleeper agent 🫣 what is HAPPENING RN

OKAY NOW WAIT HOLD ON WHAT THE FUKKK

DARKE

My GOD. WTFF.

Ollie?!? OLLIEEE

I was trying to be coordinated when doing this reaction post but NO WAY. NO WAYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!

He’s—! And I’m just—!

Oliver why—!

oh for the love of god 💀 I’m not strong enough for this

I have to say that Wraith being Ollie was a twisty twist I did NOT plan for. Now that he’s been revealed oh — I see it. Like I reread a quick scene from the early flashbacks and it does make so much sense. He and Ghost had some turbulence <literally lol> but I still am blown away. He’s got such a wild anger towards Ghost.

But now some serious concerns. What in the hell, Ollie?? Like he’s pretending to act like Danny?! BRO THAT IS MESSED UP.

Kinda glad it wasn’t Danny, tbh?? Maybe I’m crazy but I freaking love that man so much. His character and Ghost have been through so much that I’d hate that for them. Plus I picture Oscar Isaac for godsakes I can’t imagine him as my villain I’m sorry 😭😂

…………………. nOw HoLd Up Is DaNnY aCtUaLly DeAd

OH. OH NO. OH NO. NO NO. NOW THE FLASHBACK IS HURTING ME EVEN MORE.

*I took a week long break from reading after that 😭😭😂*

{but also realizing Origins is going into Danny and Ghost so… compromise? *crying continues*}

So, I’m back. Not refreshed — I’m thoroughly feeling bamboozled and stunned by Oliver. Man, he had me fooled 😔

Chpt. 72-73 wowowowow!!!

Bucky is so heartbroken ugh. Again. The lies and deceit have wounded him so deeply I hope he can recover when the truth comes out about Ghost and her working with Aftermath and Dune/Alpha Two…

These snippets into Oliver’s anger and planning is so terrifying. But that’s also a compliment haha. These scenes are so well done I want to punch him. Like real bad. This was supposed to be their friend and coworker Ollie! Not Ollie the Hydra lover 😭

Murder!Ghost is coming out to play 👀 !!

But on a serious note, Ghostie needs a break or she’s gonna snap. All that trauma and pain, without time to heal and process, would make any person crumble. I really hope not but she needs a break. Pronto!

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Chpt 74, oh how I loved this!! So The Big 🍎 finally knows the truth. And he’s nice and possibly not surprised about Reader being Ghost. Love him. Love him and Boone. God I hope Bucky won’t hate Ghost too much after this!! [also screaming how cute Boone and Steve are *cries in single*].

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Chpt 75: I love how you write these team dynamics. Like they’ve been through the worst things imaginable and they still got each other’s backs. Now that’s my found family!!!

The heartbreaking realization [again] of what damage had been done to Olympus and the surrounding area is wild. Having Ghost describe it through her eyes was agonizing. Everything being rubble and yet the memorial stone is standing tall... oof the image :( but at least Turner and the family are alive!!

“If Ollie wants to play the hero, I’ll give him a villain.”

-- ABSO-FREAKING-LUTELY YESS. This gave me chills ahhhh

[OO and Novak ditching Wraith?! WHAT IS GOING ON]

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Chpt. 76!

I know Bucky is going through it right now, but at least he realized Ghost loves him. And the slight doubt about Ghost being ‘hydra’ is giving me life. Slowly but surely the team is finding this odd, but I’m glad Clint is thinking it through. This web that Ollie created is so insane and I can’t wait for the truth to come out!

Even though the next scene showed a badass machine that Ghost can be (and nearly terrified Bucky again *le sigh*) I have hope this will turn around haha. *sweating intensifies*

Plus, even though the whole Stark Tower/Avengers group was in panic during Ghost’s takedown of Wraith’s base in Kabul, I was thoroughly enjoying that scene <3 Badass Ghostie is fun!

Also Bucky still calls New Eden his ‘home’ so that’s a win, bro!

Ollie calling Ghost an “impulsive psychopath”... boy, please. We need him to look in the mirror hahaha.

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So... um... chpts 77-78:

well holy hot damn. I ALMOST HAD A HEART ATTACK. Ain’t nobody touching Amma. No. I’d throw hands, I’m sorry haha. Girly, you had me going nuts like Ollie hurt Amma oh my goodddddddd! Boone was so sweet to get Amma the hell out of dodge. I love her with my whole heart, ugh! Ghost’s reaction to Amma being missing then reuniting with her had me teary ngl

Ghost’s internal monologue in Medellín about the team and who’s bullet holes did those belong to was so heart wrenching. Her panic attack?! Holy crap, my heart hurts so badly for her. All Ghost’s trauma and pain is really coming to a head with all of this stress and it’s making me so sad to see Ghost hurting like this.

“If she’d fought so hard to get away from them, Bucky could get her back”

—> hell fucking yes!

The chaos! Bucky loves Ghost, wants to find Ghost, but is going to make it worse if he does because of Oliver’s ties to the Avengers….. ugh a month went by and I feel like he’s slowly loosing faith in her *cries*

AND YESSSSS THE WEDDING OF THE CENTURY IS GONNA HAPPEN!!!! Jack and Duke are getting married!!!!!!!!!!!! 🥹😭❤️💕

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Ahhhhaha! Chpt 79:

I am sobbing. This was so perfect and lovely. I needed this. We all needed this. Darke, you needed this. I feel like I fell in love with these characters all over again. What Ghost said during the ceremony had me weeping. And when Danny is brought up, I’m also crying very sad tears lol. 🥹💕

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*side note: the way you write peter and sam are exceptional! I can really hear their voices come alive <3

** side note 2: just a general declaration that Sam Wilson needs a love interest moving forward in the MCU... like they’re missing out on this man and I’ll fight Marvel haha 😂😂

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Yikes! It seems my BA in Communications is not paying off 😂 what a messy reaction post lmao. I cannot communicate to save my lifeeeeee

@darke15, I can’t properly explain how much this whole series has me in a chokehold. You are a phenomenal writer and storyteller!! Seriously I’m always in awe what that brain creates 🖤 thank you for all that you do, lovely!!

~gigi💕

#💀#HOLY GOD I MISSED SO MUCH #MAAM #JAYUWJKMJAHQJJIONHHSHAGAH #sorry having a stroke over here #bs:a #<3 #fic rec

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creatureofmystry · 4 years ago

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MLB x DC Universe Headcannons

I just love the idea of MLB and DC (expecially Batfam cuz Mari is such a Wayne) being in the same universe and crossing over. So one night, I just had an idea overload of different ways the Marinette would know the batfam/be a part of the DC universe. And if any of my shitty ideas somehow inspire or prompt you, then please be my guest. 😊 _

1) “Ladybugs of Past and Present”

Hippolyta, Wonder Woman’s mother, was once a previous holder of the ladybug miraculous. When Fu activated the miraculous and put them in circulation, Hippolyta could feel its magic waking back up. Knowing there must a reason for it to be out, she sent a message to her daughter. Diana searched, finding Marinette and Adrien as the present holders of the ladybug and cat miraculous. She vouched and brought them into the Young Justice program while they also made their own team, Project: Zodiac (or something like that).

[Sometime when Diana takes Marinette to meet Hippolyta]

“Great Hera, Tikki, you have not aged a day” -Hippolyta, cause she does know how to make joke.

“And I would say the same to you” -Tikki

“Mother, you can make a laugh?” -Wonder Woman, honestly a bit confused cause her mom have never not been serious before.

And Marinette is just speechless cause she’s starstruck meeting Wonder Woman’s mom AND a previous Ladybug holder.

2) “Rockstar Niece”

Jagged Stone is Marinette’s Sweet Uncle J. During the summers, Jagged Stone would take Mari with him on tour. HIs summer tours are throughout America, so Mari gets to sightsee the country. Jagged’s first tour that he gets to take Mari on (5-ish), he’s also booked for the annual (for whatever reason) Wayne Summer Gala. When Marinette meets the Waynes, they are so enamoured (Dick and Tim couldn’t help it) that they tell Jagged he’s always invited as a guest, Mari of course being added to the permanent guest list too. About 6 years later, Mari is practically adopted, spending the first half of her summers with Jagged, going to the Wayne Gala, then spending the rest of her summer with the Waynes. Overtime, she figured out the secrets of the family and was there to welcome Jason back from the dead (when that happens). Anyways, now 11(-ish?) Mari meets Damian and the two become good friends… after an… impressionable first meeting.

“Tch, let me guess, you’re another one of father’s adopted strays” -Dami

“YOU MUST BE DAMIAN!!! DICK TOLD ME ABOUT YOU!!” -Marinette, who just ignores what he said for a hug.

“hiiiiiiiiissssssss” -Dami, touchy with touch

“...” sprays water in his face since he decided to act like a cat.

“I say, Master Bruce, the children are getting along quite well” -Alfred

3) “Pen Pals”

Jon Kent and Marinette Dupain-Cheng are part of an international pen-pal program, starting when they were very young (maybe like 4 or 5-ish, super super young) where they told each other everything (Jon can’t just say that his older bro is a clone made from Superman and Lex Luthor’s DNA, or that his dad is Superman, or that his best friend is Robin, but yea. Lois and Clark probably proofread his stuff until he’s like 9) with pictures and everything. When they’re old enough to get phones & stuff, they call, text and vid-chat along with their letters (love without blood). When Mari is maybe 9-11 (somewhere around there) she starts flying over during the summers to hangout with Jon (and his friends and big brother). While there, she meets Kon, Bat fam, and Clark (some who she already knew, some who she didn’t) & lightly hints that she knows who all they are once she figures it out (it didn’t take her long to do so).

Now whenever she visits and is at Wayne Manor (Jon likes to have sleepovers practically every weekend) while they’re on patrol, Mari subtly messes with their minds (super subtle, they’re the world’s best detectives after all) until they finally look through the cams and see Mari giving them one of those smiles (those shit-grinning cause it’s just so hilarious how it’s gone on for so long) & and a playful wink.

[5 seconds later]

“Mari!” “Pixie-pop!” “Angel!” “Teacup!”

“Seriously, am I the only one with a normal nickname for her?” -Tim

“Ms. Marinette would like to inform you that ‘it took you long enough’” -Alfred (who so knows that the girl has been playing them since the third night she stayed at the Wayne’s)

“Where are my adoption papers?” -Bruce (who is seriously adopting any talented black-haired child)

4) “Mari and Mar’i”

When Mar’i is young, Dick and Kori take her with them to see Paris (btw, this would be during the winter). They’re strolling along through a park and lose track of Mar’i who finds Marinette (9-10 ish). Marinette comforts and distracts Mar’i while noticing the young(er) girl is Tameranian (her hair is very warm and she’s wearing significantly less layers than should be worn for a human of that age during the winter, plus that sun-kissed skin tone. She’s seen Kori in her fashion magazines (and, from time to time, on the news as an ambassador) so she easily make the connections). Dick and Kori finally spot Mar’i with Mari who introduces herself to them. Mar’i asks if she can see her “Auntinette” again and Marinette just goes “if your parents are okay with it.” Dick and Kori are totally cool with it (not many are willing to watch her and have the time to do it) so they ask Marinette if she can babysit Mar’i whenever (with good pay of course) if she’s up to it (cause she’s still pretty young). Marinette can’t say no to Mar’i’s babydoll eyes (and she’s so much easier compared to Manon, who’s only 2 rn), so of course, she says yes.

Now Marinette is Mar’is official babysitter and sees Mar’i often whenever her parents drop her off (using zeta tubes to quickly get to Paris and back). Marinette gets treated like an honorary Wayne (cause she’s the most responsible) and gets invited to their family stuff (w/ travel pay taken care of, of course). It doesn’t take her long to realize the fact that she babysits Bruce Wayne’s & BATMAN’S granddaughter, but of course, being the responsible one she is, keeps the secret… while also playing with them via Mar’i.

[One Day]

After Marinette leaves for her plane…

“Uncle Dami!”

“Yes, Spawn?”

“Auntinette said to tell you after she left that Robin’s sut needs a major upgrade & that you look like a traffic light… whatever that’s supposed to mean.”

[Another Day]

“Uncle Jay!”

“What’s up kid?’

“Auntinette said that to let you know that Red Hood doesn’t make any sense ‘cause Red Hood wears a helmet. Not a hood.”

[The next time]

“Uncle Tim!”

Yawn. “yea?”

“Auntie told me to give you this” (pulls out super caffeinated coffee) “and that Red Robin’s cowl is a menace to all things fashion”

[Again…]

“Daddy!”

“Yes, Starshine?”

“Auntienette said she’s proud of Nightwing’s costume ‘cause it’s one of the only in the batfam that isn’t an astro-city to the fashion society.”

5) “Marinette, the one who’s always getting chosen”

Before Mari became (becomes(?)) LB, she comes across a different powerful piece of jewelry, from a different order of guardians where her will of mind is not only her shield from being akumatized, but it is also what drives her powers. That’s right, Mari walks past a flea market and activates a GL ring. The guardians pick up on this activity and send Hal (it is his sector) to check it out. Hal finds the ring with Mari but it still needs the light of a GL to charge and fully work.

[During the explanation]

“Look, kid-”

“Marinette.”

“Look, kid, I just need to know why you have that ring.”

“You think I know? I was just walking through the market and all of a sudden, this possessed ring, if that’s even what this is, started following me, then zipped in front of my face til i held my hand up so it can put itself on my finger.”

“Kid-”

“It’s MARINETTE. Get it wrong one more time and you’ll see why I don’t need a possessed piece of alien jewelry.” -Marinette, making sure you get her name right. “Besides, if I stole it, I would remember. I’m a klepto” -Marinette, probably holding his ring too at this point.

Hal obviously doesn’t want the wrath of the Dupain-Chengs (just the kid Marinette scares him enough), so he tells the guardians that JL will take care of most of Mari’s training (once they get her a lamp for her ring, of course) & has her take part in training at Mt. Justice with the Young Justice team and special training with the Bats. Mari does all this under the guise of an international student exchange program for Mari to stay with the Waynes (not yet knowing that it’s the bat fam) and attends G.A. Mari doesn’t do much, but it takes her 24-36 hours to know who EVERYONE is.

[the next week after settling in]

“Hey, Mars,” -Dick, in his Nightwing gear

“Hey, Di-is the GREATEST SHOW!” -Mari, changing the subject(… not really)

“How long did it take you?”

“Not as long as the Kryptonians…” -Mari, going off into a tangent (still trying to change the subject”

[When Marinette meets Tikki]

Back in Paris:

“Sooo… I’m getting powerful jewelry that gives me powers and a suit, needs to be recharged, and comes from some Order of the Guardians? What’s the difference between you and my ring?” -Marinette, who at this point is very confused as to why she keeps getting picked on for this kind of stuff.

“One’s alien, one’s magic” -Tikki, hoping Mari will end it there & lowkey hates that the GL Corp. got to her first.

“They’re both non-human made energy sources” -Mari, cause once you’ve seen it once, you’ve seen it all before.

“You can’t heal the Akuma without the miraculous, and there are more than just rings. Yours are earrings, there are hair clips, bracelets, necklaces and more” -Tikki, after having a minute to think

“Fine, only because you said they’re the only way to heal the, what was it again, akuma?”

6) “Their Unofficial Official Barista”

Part of Tim’s job as Co-CEO, is to make sure all the branches are running smoothly, sometimes that means he has to fly abroad to manually check in. Tim goes to Paris to check on the W.E. Paris branch. He goes to a nearby Patisserie (Tom and Sabine’s) to see a young Marinette (somewhere from 8-11) drawing in her sketchbook at the counter. She explains that her parents are at a catering event, but she’s there to man the little bakery. Tim asks for a super caffeinated coffee and Marinette makes it with ease, claiming it was on the house with how bad he looks (and how much sleep the man clearly needs). Tim begs for her knowledge and asks if she can teach his butler. Mari’s willing to show him the next time he comes, so he gets the whole fam to go (viz tubes so they don’t waste time) maybe a week later. Everyone gets their own drink (plus a free pastries) and Marinette teaches Alfred her coffee, but it’s just not the same so Tim, using the tubes, goes to get coffee from the girl whenever he can.

Mari is horrible at getting up on time (the life of an insomniac, never getting to sleep even if you want and then barely waking up on time) that she is up super early, makes Tim his coffee (plus a croissant) and tries to go back to sleep (making her inevitably late). Tim would walk up to the pick-up counter where his cup and to-go bag is while Marinette runs out of the house to get to school. Eventually, the rest of the Batfam (as well as the Laegue, TT, and YJ) frequent the place, slowly becoming (Dami too) Mari hides it, but she knew all the batfam the first day they came and she showed Alfred how to make the coffee. When the others start making more regular appearances, she learns the identities of YJ team, WW, GLs, and others. Obviously when LB and CN appear as heroes with HM as their villain, they immediately reach out to help. Because 1. Batfam clearly notices that it’s Mari and they sure as heck won’t let her deal with that by herself, and 2. The JL is worrying too much about their favorite barista (even though she’s not really one), especially with the Gigantitan scare. So, of course LB & CN (can’t make him bad everytime) get inducted into YJ.

[After Ladybug finishes defeating Gigantitan and detransforms]

“Bean! Are you okay? You’re not hurt, are you?” -Tim, being an even more protective older brother than Dick, which shouldn’t be possible

“Yes, I promise. I’m fine” -Marinette, who just accepts the fact that she’s adopted an older brother (and his famliy)

“Tube over, we’ll have Alfred make sure” -Dick, already pulling out the medical supplies for Alfred.

“I-”

“You shouldn’t worry your brothers like that, Marinette. Now come over so Alfred can clear you,” -Bruce, who just happens to overhear the conversation

“I’m sorry, Miss Marinette, they are very adamant that you’re in pitch perfect health before going out again,” -Alfred, who’s not actually sorry

“Fine” -Marinette, accepting her fate of her adopted, protective family.

7) “Thicker Than the Blood We’ve Shed”

Why is Marinette so freakishly strong? Because she was trained to be. Before she could even talk, Mari was taught to be an assassin. She and Damian were frenemies, both competing for top spot as best in the League (of Assassins). They often spared together and became rivals who pushed each other (which sounds great in that context if you forget about the fact that they’re killing people and turning it into a competition). When Damian’s care is turned over to Batsy, Mari also comes along for the ride. She implements herself into Dami’s classes at G.A. & watches him from afar. (Damian, not being an idiot, of course knows all this and knows that it’s probably for Mari to give a report to Talia.) When he becomes Robin, Mari obviously knows, but waits to see if anything drastic would happen (his care was given to the Batfam, they had already expected this to happen.) She then heard word of the bounty Talia put on Damian’s head. Marinette knew there wouldn’t be much she could do to help, but she ave Dami a warning about the upcoming situation before fleeing the country.

From there she got to France, changed her name (it wasn’t originally Marinette, it was Shénqí, chinese for miraculous/magical (or something else if you want)), was adopted by Tom & Sabine, and left her time in the League in the past. When she received Tikki, she didn’t want to be a hero because she didn’t think she deserved it after her up-bringing. Eventually, she did become LB (being a trained assassin does help with lucky charms, considering she was taught how to kill with basically every and anything), and life was good for her. Then Rossi came.

[Gotham field trip]

While at Wayne Tower…

“How idiotic are they?” -Damian, who after reuniting with his long-lost sister-from-a-different-mister (yes, Marinette was able to convince him to say it once), can’t understand the stupidity she has to deal with.

“Are you Robin?” -Mari, who is too tired, so just goes straight into the analogy

“Yes.” -Obvious and simply is.

“Exactly” -Mari, who can’t even put a limit to the amount of thought the one brain cell the class shares doesn’t use. I mean please, the so-called “reporter” believed that the first cosplayer she saw was the actual LB when they don’t even have the same hair! And let’s not forget the origins arc, where LB’s first citizen save was Chloe.

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idkhyuck · 3 years ago

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quick haechan drabble (FROM DRAFTS)

Haechan comes back from tour and spends the weekend at your place. lots of fluff, hinted at angst, vaguely hinted at smut if you close one eye nothing explicit. i was really in my haechan feels at the time and this has been sitting in my drafts for over a year now maybe even two at this point but yeah! enjoy! feed back is appreciated

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I sat on the couch of my living room anticipating Haechan’s arrival. He just got back from America and wanted to spend his first night back with me. I knew he’d be exhausted, so I had the bed made up and was wearing comfy clothes. I had gone to the dorms and picked up some of his things, so he just had to come straight here from the airport. “just landed babe.” Was the text I had gotten about an hour ago, time was moving so slow and it was killing me. After a month and a half of late facetime calls, I’d get to kiss his wonderful face again and I couldn’t wait. I heard a car pull up outside, my heart started sputtering as I got up to look out the window. I saw him getting out of a car with his manager grabbing his bags. I went over to the door and slowly opened it. I saw him slowly look up and his face immediately brightened as he saw me. He waved and went over to grab his bags he said his goodbyes to the staff in his car and came running into my place. I backed up so I he could put his things down. He locked the door behind him and turned with open arms. Instantly I was in his arms, I took a deep breath into his chest, I missed him so much. It was so comforting to be held by him I almost wanted to cry at how much I missed this. “my baby.” He sighed as he kissed the top of my head then yawned “come.” I said not wanting to let go of him at all but opting for his hand to hold so I could lead him to my bed. “sleep or eat first?” I asked “sleep.” He yawned. I led him over to the bag of things I brought for him. “oh thank you.” He said “I’ll wait here for you.” I said sitting on my bed. I watched him sleepily walk into my bathroom. He was so cute my heart couldn’t take it. It wasn’t long before he came out in a pair of shorts and t-shirt with a towel around his neck drying his hair that was a wonderous shaggy mess. He sat on the edge of the bed. I slid over and wrapped myself around him sloth style, but he let out a groan of pain. “What’s wrong?” I asked him “my back.” He said twisting. “stop.” I said holding him still “I’ll fix it.” I said pushing him over, he laid on his stomach and I sat on his thighs and slowly made my way kneading down his back. He works so hard, his back was so tight, I can only imagine how long he’s been like this. He let out muffled sounds of relief as I rubbed out all the knots on his back. When I was certain there were no more, I rolled off and laid beside him. He turned to look at me and wrap himself around me “I love you.” He said while kissing my lips softly “rest now.” I said wrapping my arms around his waist and laying myself in his chest. He was humming softly as we cuddled but ended up slowly falling asleep. I fell asleep not long after. I woke up with my arms wrapped around haechan, him laying on my chest as he clung to my waist. That’s my favourite thing about haechan, He loves to be all big spoon and I love being held by him. But He loves being held too and I’m more than happy to make him feel as safe as he makes me feel. I reached out for my phone. It was around 4am the next day. Wow he got here around 6 yesterday. I wondered if he wanted to get up yet? I was kind of hungry, I didn’t eat dinner. I slowly moved his arms from around me and replaced me with a pillow I got up and slowly made my way down the hall into the kitchen. I decided on eggs and left over rice. I didn’t feel like cooking anything else rn. I was standing at the microwave warming up my rice when I felt arms wrap up behind me “you left me. “he whined from behind me “I’m hungry.” I said matching his tone. “Me too.” He said kissing the side of my head “want to just order something?” I asked turning in his grip “mhmm.” He said laying his head on top of my head. I was so small compared to him but he was so smol I just couldn’t help myself around him. I went to grab the menus I had in my drawers and brought them out. He sat on the counter digging through reading them. We both reached for the same menu at the same time “this is the one.” He said “fate.” He said laughing as he opened it up and started dialing. I was pointing out what I wanted as he ordered the food. Once he was done we went over and sat on the couch, he reached for the remote and started flipping through channels. He held my hand and was fiddling with my fingers as he flipped through my on demand pages. He decided on an action movie we’d seen over 100 times each but it was easy watching and it was four am. He had his arm wrapped around me now, I couldn’t help but smile to myself as he really got into the movie and was quoting lines as it went on. Our food came and he came back with his arms full of bags. We placed it out on the table in front of us and dug in. The movie playing in the background. Every now and then he’d pause and tell me something from tour, he showed me all the pictures he took. It was so amazing to see him so excited. I knew everything that went on that tour. I honestly could listen to him talk for hours. The sun was up by time we finished eating and our movie was over. “and then mark ran all the way down the road because he was certain the bus was on that street. We almost left him.” He said through a fit of giggles. “I can’t wait to go to a show here.” I said “I know, it’s been so long since we’ve done a show here.” He sighed “until then I have these.” I said pulling up a Haechan fancam on the TV. he screamed in protest and buried his face into my arm “My haechannie is so handsome.” I sighed as he groaned while flopping over to the other side of the couch. “look at this smooth move.” I said poking him in the sides he popped up and started singing along, I was mid laugh when my breath hitched causing me to choke on my spit. Now it was his turn to start laughing while patting me on the back “i didn’t know my voice could kill.” He said holding his throat laughing. I shoved him over and took a drink of water. We spent the rest of the morning catching up. I told him all the fun things I was up to over here without him. I went busking a few times and was working on a new song. I’m not an idol or anything near famous but I do like singing and writing songs. Despite Haechan’s constant protests I wasn’t serious about it. I was a few years too old to go through idol training and I liked my Job at the music store. I was able to hear all the new releases first and meet all the fans of different people that come in without them knowing who I was. I loved being Haechan’s secret. I was a little older than him so I can only imagine the headlines when people inevitably find out. “you going to sing me that new song?” he asked sweetly “it’s just in the starting phases.” I sighed getting up “but, I am composing this at the moment.” I said walking over to my piano that I had against the wall. I opened it up and started playing the song I had composed I started it one night while I missed haechan so in my head it is called no sun. I remember sitting here crying as I played it, my heart panged as haechan stood behind him with his hands on his shoulders. I didn’t even realise I was actually crying till his hands wiped my tears. “What’s wrong?” he asked. I turned on my piano bench to face him his arms pulling me into him as he leaned down to hold me “that was beautiful, but sad.” He said rubbing knowing circles on my back “its’ called no sun.” I admitted with a giggle mixed with a sob. “no sun.” he said crouching down in front of me to look me in the eyes smiling at me. “I really missed you.” I said pulling him closer to me. He was on his knees now so I was able to fully lean into his grasp. “I wrote that one night when I couldn’t sleep.” I said “I see.” He said. “I missed you too.” He said scooching me over on the bench and sitting beside me. I turned so we were both facing the keys. “I might have come up with a little something too.” He said running his fingers over the keys before softly playing. “I played this in the hotel lobby in san diego it’s in a vlog and I was going to surprise you with it but I think you need it now.” He said as he softly played a melody that was immediately comforting. “I hadn’t played in a long time but it felt like I needed to play this. I had it in my head for days.” He added as his song progressed. “I thought around how much I missed you and how much I wanted to hold you.” He said “about how I missed this place, and how much I missed your cooking.” He continued “the way it felt to be held by you and to be kissed by you and just to be with you.” He said, “I couldn’t help but think of the day before I left here.” He added. “how it felt.” He said with a small voice crack. I kissed him on the cheek then down his jaw thinking back to that day before I he left. It was a month short of our one year anniversary and I promised him I’d hook up with him on our one year and he was going to miss it. My face flushed as I recalled how he pulled the tiny box out of his pocket as he kissed me against my door. I recalled his flushed face and how breathless he was as I sat on his lap. I can only imagine how I looked to him. It was our first time. He turned to have his lips meet mine. He stood both him and I up not once breaking the kiss. I backed him back against the couch and sat him down. He looked up at me with a flushed face and the most desirable look in his eyes. I looked at the clock it was well into the afternoon, I just came out of the shower and saw haechan sitting on my bed playing a game on his phone. I went over and sat beside him. “that song was beautiful.” I said kissing him on the cheek. The rest of our weekend together was spent cooking and eating and singing and just being with each other. i was so in love with haechan it wasn't even funny and it felt amazing to know he was just as in love with me.

#lee haechan #haechan x reader #haechan fluff #nct dream #nct 127

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