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lesbian-deadpool · 3 years ago

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At Worlds End

Iron Man

Part One: The Jericho

Words: 1,011

Warnings: Missiles, talks of abduction, military situations.

Summary: Your first instance being around well renown billionaire Tony Stark, could only end in a form of disaster.

A/N: So, here it is, the beginning. Hope you guys enjoy the start of this long ass ride!

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The sun was blazing, absolutely scorching as it shone down upon the dunes of sandy Afghanistan. War-torn Kunar, to be more specific. The light breeze was still warm against the bare faces of the soldiers. Most, if not all, wishing that they could, at least, roll up their sleeves in hopes to cool themselves down somewhat.

You were amongst many of them.

But still in a worse position than your superiors.

Helmet strapped upon your head. Bulletproof vest tight against your torso, all the while holding a rifle.

You were sweating buckets.

But you were used to it now.

Soldiers from all different ranks and departments of the United States Air Force stood around, waiting for one man alone.

Antony Howard Stark.

The CEO of Stark Industries.

The foremost contraction company that the United States Military bought their weapons from.

The man was a hero to the cause, for some.

A warmonger to others.

A man who profited from death and destruction.

'The Merchant Of Death'.

You were one of the latter.

One of the few in the military who believed so.

But a man who profited off the people you saw die and tried to save -innocent lives. Me, women, children. Your fellow soldiers- was not a man you were jumping to like.

"Okay, come on, let's get this show on the road!"

He was also the man who had just arrived after being awarded the Apogee Award, not two days prior. Strutting in front of the small gathered crowd, to be stood before the scenic mountainscape, using it as his backdrop.

"Is it better to be feared or respected?" Tony started his sales speech, "I say, is it too much to ask for both? With that in mind, I humbly present the crown jewel of Stark Industries' 'Freedom Line'."

You ticked your brow momentarily at that, thankful that your superiors didn't notice.

"It's the first missile system to incorporate our proprietary repulsor technology. They say the best weapon is the one you never have to fire. I respectfully disagree. I prefer the weapon you only have to fire once. That's how dad did it. That's how America does it. And it's worked out pretty well so far. Find an excuse to let one of these off the chain, and I personally guarantee you the bad guys won't even want to come out of their caves."

And that is all the reasoning you needed to dislike the billionaire.

Tony then waved over to the loaded missiles, causing the gathered officers to turn their heads, following the show.

A single matt sand coloured projectile fires up before blasting its way through the sky.

It reminded you of a spaceship with the way it purposefully broke apart. The metal, falling from the sky, descending to land into the ground below. Small firework-like rocket's ejecting from within their end's lighting up with high-pitched whistles. The core part of the missile drops to join the rest of the case upon the ground. As the smaller ones head in the direction of the mountains.

"For your consideration, the Jericho," he finished, perfectly time with the same moment that the missiles hit their destination.

A whorping sound filled the air, a clear line moving directly towards the group as the man slowly raised his arms out by his sides. Explosions lit up the mountains, tremendous eruptions of dirt, stone, and sand flying before your vision was overtaken by the sound blast. Blowing hats from your superiors heads and making Tony stumble forward a few steps.

You, however, didn't budge in the slightest, from where you stood alone on the large stone area not too far from the arrogant man.

Well...

That was a lie.

The explosion ruffled your uniform like crazy, even around the bulletproof vest you wore. It had enough power for you to have to reposition your footing.

It was a few minutes later after you had escorted the man back to the area surrounded by weapons cases, watching him strut to a bar masquerading as one. Were you approached by Colonel Rhodes.

"What do you think about the missile, Sergeant?"

"I think it was outstanding, Colonel. It would be a great asset for us," you told him honestly. Because, even if you weren't the biggest fan of Tony Stark, you could still admit when his creations would come in useful.

"And Tony?" he asked, smiling knowingly.

"I'll be throwing one of these in. With every purchase of five-hundred million or more."

"He's a born salesman, sir." You pulled a fake smile onto your face after overhearing the billionaire's words.

The Colonel hummed.

"Was it really that obvious?" you asked the man. Referencing your disdain for his best friend and hoping none of your other superiors managed to spot it, too.

"No." He shook his head. "I just know how you feel about him."

You bowed your head to the man as he walked away and towards his friend.

James Rhodes was not only Tony Stark's friend. He was yours, too.

You remembered how drunk you were when you admitted your feelings about the man to him on a night out. Rhodey only laughed and clapped you on the back in return.

He may not have liked you practically hating his best friend, but he could still understand your reasoning's behind it, after all, he didn't agree with Tony one-hundred per cent of the time, either. And he also knew that you would not let your feelings get in the way of your duties, nor would you repeat your words if you weren't intoxicated beyond belief and were on the subject.

You went back to base camp right after watching three Humvees drive away, kicking up sand and dust behind them, as they escorted Tony Stark back to his plane.

It was at the base where you were notified of the ambush and subsequent kidnapping of the man.

Everything was hectic, people running to where they were ordered, following protocol on situations like this.

You, only managing to say one thing, "Jesus fucking Christ."

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dontmeantobepoliticalbut · 2 years ago

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Rep. Ruben Gallego hurled profanity at Sen. Ted Cruz after the Texas Republican worried that Democrats and the media would use the massacre of elementary students Tuesday to curb gun rights.

In a series of coarse tweets reflecting the raw outrage at the slaying of at least 18 children and a teacher in Uvalde, Texas, Gallego, D-Ariz., also alluded to an infamous 2021 trip to Cancun, Mexico, Cruz took as his state grappled with massive blackouts following a winter storm.

"Fuck you @tedcruz you care about a fetus but you will let our children get slaughtered. Just get your ass to Cancun. You are useless," Gallego wrote on his personal Twitter account.

Twenty-one minutes later, Gallego doubled down on the message:

"Just to be clear fuck you @tedcruz you fucking baby killer."

Gallego did so in response to remarks by Cruz reported by CNN.

“Inevitably when there's a murderer of this kind, you see politicians try to politicize it, you see Democrats and a lot of folks in the media whose immediate solution is to try to restrict the constitutional rights of law abiding citizens,” Cruz said.

Gallego later turned his anger at Rep. Darrell Issa, R-Calif., who had tweeted, "Our thoughts and prayers are with these families."

"Fuck your prayers. They haven’t worked for the last 20 mass shootings how about passing laws that will stop these killings," Gallego said.

Gallego also ripped Sen. Kyrsten Sinema, D-Ariz., after she condemned the shooting.

“We are horrified and heartbroken by the senseless tragedy unfolding at Robb Elementary School in Texas and grateful to the first responders for acting swiftly,” Sinema said in a statement. “No families should ever have to fear violence in their children's schools.”

“Please just stop.. unless you are willing to break the filibuster to actually pass sensible gun control measures you might as well just say ‘thoughts and prayers,’” Gallego responded.

Gallego is viewed as a potential 2024 primary challenger to Sinema, who has angered many Democrats with her support of the legislative filibuster. That issue is often cast as the principal roadblock to a more aggressive agenda passing in Washington, though there other hurdles, such as Sen. Joe Manchin, D-W.Va., who has previously balked at various measures, including gun controls.

Last year, House Democrats passed a bill that would effectively require background checks on private gun sales by involving gunmakers or gun dealers as third parties. That measure passed 227-203 with support from all but one Democrat and with eight Republicans.

It has stalled in the Senate, where it's unclear whether it could gain a simple majority because of Manchin's prior resistance on gun measures.

Texas state Sen. Roland Gutierrez said 18 children and three adults were dead based on a briefing by state police, he told the Associated Press. Three people wounded in the attack are hospitalized in serious condition, he said.

Gallego's anger, which included a similarly profane tweet at the National Rifle Association, overshadowed a more measured comment from his official account in which he said, "We have surrendered our communities and our children to an endless parade of tragedy. Enough with the thoughts and prayers: we must take action and confront gun violence."

For his part, Cruz issued a less politically charged statement shortly after news of the nation's latest mass shooting first broke. In it, Cruz said he and his wife "are fervently lifting up in prayer the children and families in the horrific shooting in Uvalde." He also thanked the "heroic" police and first responders for their efforts at the scene.

The remarks by both Gallego and Cruz reflect the clear dividing lines on addressing America's mass shootings and the contempt each side seems to hold for the other, especially after flashpoint moments such as the Uvalde massacre or the apparently race-fueled rampage at a Buffalo grocery that left 10 people dead less than two weeks earlier.

Others in Arizona's congressional delegation retreated to less-insulting and more familiar rhetoric after the latest slayings.

Rep. Debbie Lesko, R-Ariz., said she was "heartbroken to hear of the events in Uvalde, Texas today. My thoughts and prayers are with the victims, the injured, and their families."

Rep. Greg Stanton, D-Ariz., said, "We can't go on like this, waiting for tragedy to strike. It will, again and again, if we don't act. Words alone won’t stop these tragedies. Congress must have the courage to protect our children and pass common sense gun safety laws. And we must do it right now."

Sen. Mark Kelly, D-Ariz., whose wife, former Rep. Gabrielle Giffords, D-Ariz., survived a 2011 mass shooting that killed six, committed again to looking for legislation that can pass in an environment where little does.

"It infuriates me that Americans have come to expect that their federal government will once again react to the murder of schoolchildren by doing nothing," he said in a statement.

Arizona Attorney General Mark Brnovich, who is running for the Republican nomination to challenge Kelly for the Senate, said, "Our prayers are with the victims and their families of the despicable act of violence in Texas this afternoon. We must all stand together against evil and those who target our most vulnerable."

Other Republican Senate hopefuls, such as Blake Masters and Jim Lamon, didn't immediately post statements about the Texas shooting.

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joaquinwhorres · 4 years ago

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Give Thanks (Bucky Barnes x OC)

SUMMARY ››››› Bucky Barnes has a list of names--amends he needs to make. When he gets to M. & L. Kaminski, he finds the amends process a bit more...difficult than it should be.

WORD COUNT ››››› 1,700-ish

WARNINGS ››››› language

A/N ››››› Oh hey, look at me jumping on that Falcon and the Winter Soldier trend.

Bucky stood outside of the door, staring at the wreath of brightly colored fabric leaves, a small wooden sign hanging in the center with the words Give Thanks looping across it.

He doubted there was going to be much thankfulness for him on the other side of the door.

He shifted his weight from one foot to the other.

This was supposed to be getting easier. Dr. Raynor told him it would get easier.

But for someone who hated bullshit so much, she really spent far too much time talking out of her ass. Because this wasn't easy.

Easy would be surreptitiously wiring a million dollars into each of their bank accounts from the HYDRA accounts he still had access to.

Easy would be taking out anyone who had been involved in the decision to give him the order.

Easy would be breaking the damn rules.

The rules aren't meant to make your life easy, James. They're meant to disconnect you from the Winter Soldier. That's the whole point of making amends, isn't it?

He'd give anything to get her damn voice out of his head.

Bucky propelled himself up the front porch steps before he could change his mind. Like he had last yesterday.

He rapped on the front door, accidentally knocking the wreath sideways as he went to pull his hand away. Instinctively, he reached out to right it, centering the sign and taking his hands away slowly to avoid a repeat of the situation. Bucky checked over his shoulder, half expecting Sam's stupid little robot to Zoom into view with Sam cackling and making some dumb quip about metal butterfingers. But Redwing wasn't there. The only other person outside was an old man mowing his lawn in a dingy white undershirt and grey sweatshorts. Bucky's lip curled in disgust before turning back to the door--the sound of locks clicking out of place putting him on alert.

"Hello?"

Bucky blinked, his eyes meeting those of the woman before him. Her eyes were striking, pinning him to the spot and pushing all semblance of thought out of his head. They were a light brown--taupe almost, standing out brightly in contrast to her long, full eyelashes.

"Can I help you?"

Bucky blinked, nodding at her. Right. He was here for a reason. Not to stand like some teenage boy who'd just seen the girl next door for the first time.

"I'm looking for Mina Kaminski."

"You found her."

He blanched. "You're Mina Kaminski?"

The look of vague curiosity that had been gracing features markedly shifted into a look of annoyance. "Believe it or not, people who look like me aren't all named Singh or Patel"

Fuck this. He needed to get out of here. There was no way he could have this conversation now.

"Still want to talk to me?" She asked, eyebrows arched and arms folded across her chest.

No.

Sam's laughter echoed in his head, as if he'd been here to witness the exchange. And that's why he stayed. Out of spite.

He nodded. "My name is James "Bucky" Barnes and--"

"Wait a second," she held out a hand and raised an eyebrow on him. He did as she asked, stopping mid-sentence with a sinking feeling in his gut. "Bucky Barnes as in Captain America and Bucky Barnes?"

He nodded, resigned to the fact that this was going to be his worst attempt at amends yet. "Yeah."

"Well," she breathed, dropping her arms. "If I'd known I was meeting an Avenger at my door, I might have put on some pants."

His eyes ran down from her face, noticing for the first time that she wore a dressing robe that barely swept the tops of her knees. Her bare knees.

His mouth opened as if he had even the faintest clue how to respond to this and then his jaw moved up and down for a new second as if the motion of talking would bring words. While it didn't muster an apology or some other decent thing to say, he did manage to utter a single word: "Shit."

She snorted at the reaction before smiling for the first time and shaking out her long dark hair, waves tousled together from having probably just woken up. "If you want to come in and wait, I'll go get changed."

He shook his head. "I can wait out here."

She was still smiling. Probably because she realized he was far more pathetic up close. "Suit yourself, but there's eggs inside."

"I'm good," he said, forcing himself to give a tight smile that didn't reach his eyes. She nodded, leaving the door open behind her as she disappeared inside the house--as if he'd change his mind.

He should leave right now. Turn around and come back a different day when he could at least function like a mostly human being. Bucky ran a hand through his hair, scratching the back of his head.

The quick, sharp sound of pattering bare feet broke his stream of thought, as another girl came to the door, standing before him with her hands on her hips. "We were having breakfast, you know," the girl announced, her voice dripping with sass. "Now we have to wait until she's done talking to you. And I'm starving."

Bucky raised an eyebrow. "Shouldn't you be….not talking to strangers?"

"Shouldn't you be eating breakfast?" she countered.

"It's ten in the morning; I ate already."

"We were supposed to have breakfast an hour ago. But Ravi--"

"Rocio, leave Bucky Barnes alone," Mina's voice called from elsewhere.

Before he could fully process how odd it was for him to use his name, the little girl's hands dropped from her hips and she stared up at him, mouth agape and eyes comically wide.

"You're Bucky Barnes?" she asked, her small voice awed.

He nodded with a deep sigh and another forced smile.

"What happened to your hair?"

"Got a haircut," he shrugged.

She furrowed her brow at him, her little eyes peering intently at his face. He wasn't sure the last time someone had looked him in the eyes this long. Nobody except Steve had looked him in the eyes since he made it out. The corner of his mouth twitched up. She nodded at him, having composed herself so her little face was serious once more. "I like this better."

"Thanks." He couldn't keep the amusement from his voice. He didn't even really try.

A thought seemed to hit her, lighting up her whole face with excitement. "Wait right here. Don't move. Promise." He nodded again and she raised her eyebrows at him, giving him a stern look.

"I promise," he said, clearly stating each word.

She nodded at him. "Ok. Good." And then she turned and ran into the house, her feet making far more sound than they should for someone of her size.

Mina reappeared shortly thereafter with a faint smile on her lips, dressed in a copper colored sweater and jeans. "Sorry. You're her favorite."

"She's cute."

What an idiotic thing to say.

"Wish I could take credit," Mina said, shaking her head. "She's my sister's. I'm just the babysitter on duty."

There were some more sounds of scampering and Rocio was back at the door wearing a long black satin glove, reaching about halfway up her bicep. There were lines streaked across it in gold marker to make it look like it was made of metal plates.

"I made an arm like yours!" she announced, almost whacking Mina in the stomach as she extended her arm out for him to see.

He couldn't believe what he was seeing. He'd seen Halloween costumes for sale and shirts with one of the sleeves modeled after his arm, and pictures of guys with an arm wrapped in tinfoil. All of them had been with his old arm--his silver one with the red star. The arm that belonged to Him. An arm made to invoke fear.

This was the arm of a protector.

She deserved more of a reaction than a small, breathy, "Wow."

"Will you sign it?" Her eyes got even bigger if possible, and Mina started to shake her head, bending over to talk to the little girl, but Bucky stopped her.

"You got a marker?"

"I'll go find one!" Rocio disappeared again, leaving him and Mina alone on the doorstep. She was closer this time, and he could hear her talking to herself and rustling through different drawers.

Mina turned her attention from her niece back onto Bucky. "So, why is Bucky Barnes on my doorstep?"

"I uh--when does your sister get home?" he asked, eyes focused in the direction of Rocio's sounds. He swallowed, tearing his eyes away and back up to hers. "I should probably tell both of you...together."

The playful amusement that had been on her face disappeared as she stared at him, as if trying to see inside his head. Like she would want to see what was inside of his head.

"She'll be here around three."

He nodded, saved from a response by Rocio's re-appearance, waving a silver sharpie in the air. She offered it to him, and he plucked it out of her hand, taking hold of her toothpick of an arm in one hand and signing his name on the inside of her bicep. Where she could hide the signature if she wanted to.

Bucky handed the marker back to her as Rocio held her arm out, trying to catch sight of his name.

"Rocio," Mina prodded, gently.

"Thank you!" she chirped, before turning and literally skipping back inside. "Ravi--look!"

He liked her.

"That was really kind of you," Mina said, warmly. "I think you just made her year."

He shrugged.

"Although, I have a feeling that this is all she's going to talk about for the next week," Mina sighed, shaking her head. "Anyway, Leela will be back around three if you want to come back then and share whatever secret serious news is it that you need to tell us together." Her voice was teasing, and Bucky's mouth lifted into a smirk.

"I'll be back then."

"Great," she smiled politely. "See you then."

He nodded, wishing her goodbye before turning down the stairs.

So much for getting easier.

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peachpeachplumb · 3 years ago

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Fat Parade Chapter 4

So.

It’d come to this.

6 years since the band broke up and America had gone Floridada. The suburbs may have stopped their sprawl but the septicity had continued to spread. Now they were going to build a wall to keep it all in, trap it in one space and let it fester. They’d lock up all who opposed and blame Benghazi. The White House was down but Olympus had risen; hysteria was everywhere, and Ebony had seen it coming.

Hadn't it been obvious to anyone else? Had nobody but her noticed the corporate creature creeping forth, slowly swallowing up riot grrls and digesting them into girlbosses? The Rainbow had been ingested too, now a brand before a label, a sales tactic plastered on soft drinks and sandwiches for a single month of the year. All had been absorbed, aside from race theory: that was merely sat on, shat on and hidden beneath big business’ monstrous backside. It didn’t suit their narrative, after all.

And so, having folded all opposition into their assets, the suits could now frame themselves as the victims. They were the oppressed ones, they said, mutilated by the wave of wokeness they’d bought upon themselves. It was the immigrants who were stealing your wages, or Obamacare, or the activists: the details didn’t really matter. All that mattered was themselves and the lie that they were all that mattered, and those with the power to spread the truth had already sold out.

Rap was a shell of its former self. Party rock may have left the house but it’d taken rebellion with it. Nobody said “fuck the police” anymore, only “fuck my ex”, and racism didn’t matter to the 20 million other white rappers who’d emerged a decade after Eminem’s prophecy. People didn’t want politics, they wanted Gucci or Versace and, if there was any room left for sticking it to the man, all anyone had to do was seem shocking next to the six or so sanitised celebrities who otherwise dominated the genre. Overextended dicks? Despite the misogyny, they’d do the trick. And pop was no different, literally no different any more, except when it was pasty pre-pubescent acoustic guitarists offending everyone from Galway to Guadalajara, or narcissists refining the emo Ebony knew into fuel for their own egos. The alternative, if there truly was any left, consisted almost entirely of indie landfill from the 2000s getting a second wind out of Spotify payola and teens too starved of genuine counterculture to know better. Or else, it was a paean to unremembered Reaganomics, neon nightmares framing rebellion as bloodless flesh and new-old-wave cock rock incel anthems urging supermen to say their stupid lines.

But then again, she realised grimly, her generation hadn’t been much different. If she’d been Brendon’s bride she'd probably have been a whore too, slamming the goddamn door behind her as she left his misogynistic ass at the altar. Perhaps a decade defined by Funeral, flat whites and Jack White had made everyone stop caring. The world might have been collapsing but people had taken for granted that it had already happened. They’d embraced the Internet aristocrats and worried themselves instead with whether they were losing their edge. They’d made love and listened to Death From Above and sang along with their preppie oppressors as they cried Kwassa Kwassa.

So she couldn’t have stopped it, Ebony knew that now. She’d never been authentic enough to begin with, and now? Now she was a mess. The clock had well and truly ticked out for her voluptuous hourglass figure. In its place was an unrecognisable blob, with a belly like the molten middle of a chocolate pudding. And Ebony would know: she’d eaten enough lately. Her breasts too repulsed her; her breasts were always enormous, sure, but not like this, they never sagged: was it with age, obesity or both? Most horrible of all, however, was her lower half; though it paled in size compared to her stomach, the way it felt was far worse. The way her flabby thighs rubbed themselves sore, the way her massive ass wobbled up and down as if trying to tear itself free from her flesh, the pressure on her pudgy feet: it was enough to make Ebony dread the mere act of walking. So she stayed sedentary, consoling herself with calorie bombs, moving only between the bed, the bathroom and the fridge as she watched the world outside her window burn down through her TV. She was no rebel anymore: merely an overinflated sex doll, blown up to the point of busting, numbing herself with food. A pig, in a cage, on antibiotics.

If this bulky body really was software version 7.0, it was an unwelcome upgrade. Like that time Ebony had been stuck with Bono’s boastful dirges on her iPhone for weeks. That same iPhone had now burrowed into her flesh, into everyone’s, fenced souls to socials that had always looked lame next to MySpace, and she’d just ignored it, as she had everything. All she ever cared about was fame and food.

Maybe things could have gone differently. Maybe the band could’ve singlehandedly saved emo somehow, managed what Nirvana and NWA never could, actually won. Maybe they could’ve been more political back in the day, joined in on Rock Against Bush, screwed the cash and branded themselves buzzkill like Dixie Chicks. Maybe they could’ve reached more people, toured more often, done that dumb Bionicle commercial after all instead of AAR. But that was all egotism, Ebony knew. The truth was her voice had always been noiseless, and whilst that was exceptional she couldn’t help hating herself for this. And for that, she wanted to believe all of this was her fault, and hers alone.

Ebony needed help.

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“Oh, my…”

“I know.”

Willow had been expected Ebony to have changed a lot in the years since she’d last seen her former bandmate and best friend, but the transformation really was remarkable. Her face was still recognisable, if anything the extra softness served to counteract the ravages of ages on her cheeks, but the rest of Ebony’s body was completely unfamiliar. In place of its old supermodel-skinny waist was a truly titanic tummy, bulging over the hem of her sweats and covering her crotch completely. Even from a distance Willow could tell just how supple it was, as it jiggled with every minor motion; a doughy orb of pure fat. Ebony’s ass had ballooned too: once so pert, it was now so plump as to be visible even from the front. Most shocking of all however, was the chance in her chest: those famously huge tits were bigger than ever before, expanded to truly mammoth sizes, not by silicone, but by soft, squishy adipose. She was massive. She was a mess.

She was even more gorgeous than before.

“Ebony, you look…”

“Disgusting.”

“I was going to say,” Willow smiled, “different.” Her lips trembled.

“Spare me the cliches,” Ebony sighed, “I haven’t the energy.”

“Then why invite me?” It’d been six years after all, and without a word from her bandmate Willow had assumed Ebony simply wasn’t interested in hanging out with the short, mousy drummer anymore. Looking at the state Ebony was in now, Willow was deeply regretting that assumption. Typical Willow, letting egotistical anxiety ruin her life until the chaos became contagious. How had she ever played Wembley?

“I don’t know,” Ebony spluttered, “I don’t know, because… because I was selfish, I guess? Because I wanted a friend.”

“Ebony, when did you last go out?”

“I can’t go out anymore. The Enquirer would have a field day, they could set up tent on my ass it’s so big—”

“Ebony,” Willow repeated sternly, “when did you last leave the house?”

“Fine!” Ebony cried, petulantly. “Lemme see, there was Greece, then Rome which looked basically the same as Greece from where I was sat—”

“Sat?”

“It’s been a while, okay? I…” Willow slumped unto her bed with a plop, her blubbery shoulders bouncing with the motion. “I don’t remember how long.”

“Oh, Ebony…” Willow sat down beside her friend, and clasped her hand.

“I thought it was over, Willow. I told them all that I’d beaten it, that they could beat it too. All fairytales. This isn’t Enchanted, it’s Orwell, and now I’m rambling again like the narcissist I am—”

“Ebony—”

“You know Arcade Fire are doing Disney tracks now? For those shitty live-action remakes…”

“We were never Arcade Fire.”

“No, we were worse, at least they tried to be authentic for a while, we were sell-outs from the start. Monetising mental illness—”

“It was never about that Ebony. Not for any of this.”

“But we still did it, didn’t we? We stood by and let the businessmen suck out our blood, and I’m talking like a Coupland character because beneath it all I’ve never had substantial to say, except that I was sad, not even angry, just sad, and now I’m old and bitter and I’m everything today’s kids should be hating except they aren’t because they take for granted the corporations have already won just like we did and I hate them for that even know I know its hypocrisy and I can’t stop it, I can’t stop anything, I just swell and swell and swell with second-hand self-importance—”

“Ebony, you’re hyperventilating. Please try to relax.”

“That’s what got us into this mess!” The shrillness of the scream surprised Ebony more than Willow. Upon noticing it, Ebony realised too how short of breath she really was, how much she was sweating… She began to cry. “We can’t relax,” she whimpered, quietly. “We shouldn’t have that luxury, and yet we do… I do. I indulge. All the time.”

“But that’s okay,” Willow assured her.

“No it isn’t. I’m an asshole, Willow. I left you for so long.”

“Nah. You wanna see an asshole,” Willow smirked, “check out Raven. Real big with Pitchfork these days, hipster poptimist bitch.”

“Don’t hate her. Sure, she’s part of the problem, but at least she’s oblivious. Us, we know what we did, what we said, we know what… what we have to do….”

Willow didn’t need to hear the rest.

“I don’t think it’s that drastic Ebony. I really don’t.”

“You don’t know jack shit,” spat Ebony, “you don’t know the lies I spewed, and I’m being arrogant again and I’m ignoring you and I need to…”

“No.” Grabbing Ebony’s chubby cheeks, Willow forced her friend to stare into her sunny eyes. “I can’t leave you like this. I’m sorry, I know that’s patronising I really do but I just can’t. I… I care about you too much.”

“I’m only going to make you feel you shit.”

“You can try. And I can try to cheer myself up.” Suddenly, she started giggling slyly. “Remember that time you thought you’d bought coke from Fiddy at the MTV awards?”

“Oh god,” Ebony chuckled through the tears, “why’d you have bring that up?”

“I mean you and Raven looked like you were having fun…”

“I just wanted to try it, okay? We were kids, it’s not like it ever became a habit or anything…”

“I mean it wouldn’t, it was only flour after all, but you two were convinced you were high—”

“We were pretty drunk.”

“Drunk enough to sleep with him—”

“He looked like Fiddy!”

“Well, it was his cousin…”

“25 Cent!”

In the joyous of laughter and tears, it felt as if the last decade had rolled back, and the pair were on top of the world again: not this world, but a world they recognised, a world they could both, for all their angst, find joy in. Eating real ramen street-shop in Tokyo and spilling it over their tops fleeing the paparazzi; crashing a tour bus after whacking a roadie in the head with a Wiimote; pillow fighting with Paramore so hard the cops got called: all those perfect moments seemed to be happening again all once. Not merely feeling happiness, but sharing it… neither of them had known that pleasure for quite some time.

“Come here, Ebony.”

Sighing softly, Ebony shuffled her bulky body along the bed and let Willow envelope her in her arms. Her hands felt so warm and tender as they rubbed Ebony’s chubby back up and down. As their bodies pressed together, Ebony noticed the way the subtle softness of Willow’s stomach yielded so gently to her own pillowy tummy, the way Willow’s breasts nestled so snugly in the crease between her boobs and belly. It wasn’t sexual, merely intimate, intimate yet exhilarating, like they were each other’s most treasured teddy bears.

Maybe, Ebony thought, being big wasn’t so bad after all.

#justanotherworthlesswierdo #chubby girl #wg kink #female feedee #weight gain #weight gain fat #gaining weight #plumb draws #wg story

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itstheimpossibledream · 4 years ago

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Only A Play -Part 1

Word count:1297

Pairing:AU Henry & FemBlack! Reader

Warning: Angsty Drabble.smut to come (series ?)

Summary: AU Henry is rehearsing for a Broadway show but, but isn’t living up to expectations. It will be a smut series so just hold on. Request and advice always accepted. I literally haven’t thought of a name for the series yet so any suggestions are appreciated !😊

" I've never wanted anything this much before." you said looking down at your hand, feeling the pads of his fingers lightly draw your chin up until your eyes met his gaze.

" Then come with me." he bellows, blue eyes forcing their way into your memory forever.

"HOLD!" you hear from the back of the room as the lights draw up. Henry takes a step back from you,dropping his acting face and allowing a shy smile to seep across his features.The director made his way to the front of the rehearsal room, sighed to himself and dismissed everyone. " Great work today guys, thank you for your patience. Really need you to nail those beats down Henry. Important stuff.... Important stuff." You could tell he was not pleased with this particular piece, having worked with him before you noticed a stark contrast from the man who was the life of the party when you had been an assisting lead in his breakthrough play just a year prior. It would be too much to say you had started a friendship but, a work-related understanding was absolutely within reason.Steve was a solid director, who tried to be as fun as he was professional. You quickly gathered your things, and headed to the door of the studio, to find some solace in the nasty habit of smoking, you knew you should quit. But it was just one of those things that you had started in college and the stress relief of anything else legal had never been quite the same. You exhaled in annoyance, annoyance with your performance, your day, the fact that it could be so blisteringly cold in New York on a February morning. But, enjoying the feeling of laying your head against the brick wall, it was sunday morning that was the quietest it got in manhattan. You find a twinge inside yourself finally able to muster up the courage to walk home but you turn your head when you hear your name.

"Yeah- Hi, look I'm sorry for all of this my agent thought I would be a good fit for the play and I fell in love with the piece but, I really just can't seem to get anything right for him huh?" Henry awkwardly half smiled at you shifting his weight from one foot to another, digging a hole with the toe of his shoe into the snow. He had an effortless way of looking like he just left the gym.He must go regularly, you couldn’t put a finger on why that annoyed you but it did, it made you even more frustrated that this nervous,quirky hot guy routine was working.

"Well-" you began quickly inhaling a breath of cold air "you could start by being off-book. And not movie off book, like actually off book. He knows you don't know the show." you say moving your eyes up from his shoes to read his expression. You took a long drag of your cigarette,he didn't move. He seemed somehow stuck by your words.It seemed,moving the snow with his foot was becoming more of a tick.Maybe the insecurity was more genuine than you were giving it credit for.

"You know, it must be so comfy knowing you can always secure a job because of your face." You said almost laughing and tilting your head in his direction.

"What's that supposed to mean?" he snorted, he was really working on that snow cavern now.

"That means we all know you booked this job, because for some reason horny housewives can't seem to stay away from you. You have to admit your name on a marquee is guaranteed ticket sales and the producers value that over actual art anyday." you say smugly.

"Is that what you really think of me?" he asked.

"That's what I know. " you responded not missing a beat or avoiding his eye contact for a second. " Do you know the actor you beat out for this role? He's a Tony award winner, a purely brilliant performer and on top of that he's gorgeous but you beat him out. Because he's black and in America a mediocre white guy wins everytime." you stepped closer into him and continued , wondering if you were digging into him too hard.But, finally being able to say the truth you had been feeling for so long was too cathartic. "See, what I think of you doesn't matter, because I'm going to be professional, and I'm going to do my job. And I'm going to fuck you onstage infront of thousands of people everynight and none will be the wiser but, I want you to know. I want you to know that your position has not been earned and everyone knows it." you say really laying into him " So, the least you could do is act as though you cared about the project and learn your lines. Some people don't have their own homes and multi-million dollar bank accounts to go home to, for some of us this is our lives." You finish stomping out your cigarette and turn on your heels to walk away.

"I'm not as bad as you think" he says, you spin back on your heels to face him.

" You are though.” you shrug “ See I do my research, I know about your weird,sordid history with the me too movement, with having to apologize to co-stars during a sex scene. Dude-you dated a college student and then broke up with her in front of the whole world! And if you really cared about this project you would have more of an understanding of the societial implications of being in an interracial relationship to begin with. The fact the the dramaturg sent us endless links and information and you obviously had the time to read none of it doesn't bode well for you as far as not being an ass hole."

"So you think I'm an ass hole?" he whispers, raising his eyebrows.

"I don't know what to think of you. I don't know what I should think of a man who admits in interviews that the best part of being an actor is the money. I mean god- do you even like it?" you scoff, knowing your face must be burning with rage at this point.

"Truthfully, no." he shrugs, the city falls exceedingly quiet as you meet his eyes and realize it must be the most honest thing he has said in a long while. Your eyes trailed back down to the hole at his feet, you chuckled to yourself. Of Course he didn't care about acting.

" I used to though-" he says,his deep baritone breaking the silence "Before I got the big jobs,that's when it was real for me. I think - I don't know the - the money and the fame, and the parties" he laughed to himself " It started becoming about more than just the art. Started becoming about being popular, being liked, gaining fans all the shit that makes you an ass hole I guess. " a smirk begins to play at the corner of his lips.

You pull your jacket sleeves further down over your hands,and see him adjust his hat to protect from the breeze. It was raw, it was honest, it was exactly what Stephen had been trying to pull out of him the entire time.

"Bring Kal." you said switching your weight to your back foot "Steve likes dogs." you shrug, stepping on your cigarette butt again before turning on your heels to leave.

You see him break into a large smile. It hadn't exactly been an ideal first two months, but with a dog in the mix at least rehearsals may be more fun.

#smut #henry cavill reader #henrycavill rp #henry cavill au #henry cavill fic #henry cavill imagine #henry cavill smut #henry cavill fanfic #henry cavill one shot #henry cavill superman #geralt of rivia imagine #daddy cavill #the cavillry #geralt smut #henry cavill fandom #Henry cavill black!reader #black reader #onlyaplay

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lovelyirony · 4 years ago

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Through flames and oceans (for the fic title)

u know. this was supposed to not go the direction it did. but it did.

People say they will do a lot for love. They will walk through flames, cross an entire ocean for love.

Bruce tells himself that that’s the stupidest fucking thing people say. He, for one, will not do that. There is also the unspoken reason of that love really isn’t in the cards for him.

Currently, he’s running away from his ex-girlfriend’s dad, General Ross, because he may or may not have done some experimentation and turned into a rage monster, but also revealed some state secrets.

Come on, can you blame him? Cosmo said twenty-year-olds need to accomplish something before they hit thirty. And he’s quite sure he just made the list.

But as for love, he is thinking about it right now because his ex-girlfriend found a very nice girl named Valkyrie, and they’re kind of set to have an engagement party, and “would you please come to the United States to help us celebrate?”

Betty is a wonderful woman, really and truly. And Bruce is okay with how their relationship ended, because it’s not like Bruce could come to family dinner and expect anything besides murder or maybe cold potatoes. And Betty deserved someone far better than him, and from the picture that was sent, it looks like Valkyrie is an amazing catch.

But there is the small matter of making it to the States without getting caught. He is on quite a lot of “no-fly” and “travel restrictive” protocols. This sucks, by the way. He had frequent flier miles saved up and everything.

It sucks, at least, until he remembers Tony’s number and calls it.

(Tony had given him his number, but sometimes he forgets that four and nine are two distinctly different numbers.)

“Brucie, baby! What can I get for you? Don’t worry, the government hasn’t been able to tap my phone calls since I was seventeen and mostly joking about finding out where their secret weapons storage is.”

“Betty’s having her engagement party, and I’m invited. I kind of need a ride home.”

“Where are you located at, right now?”

“Buenos Aires.”

“You lucky son of a bitch, god I miss it there. You having a good time?”

“When I’m avoiding government agents, yes.”

“Hm, well i’m sending a new employee of mine to go and get you. Big guy, probably Swedish.”

“You don’t know?”

“I don’t presume if someone’s Swedish or not, Bruce. I’m a terrible person, but not that terrible.”

“I...I don’t follow your sense of humor.”

“No one does, that’s why celebrities call me avant garde and ahead of my time.”

“Good to know. What’s your new guy’s name?”

“Thor.”

“Are you...are you fucking with me?”

"Darling, you’d be having a much better time if I was.”

“I don’t like the energy we’re manifesting here,” Bruce deadpans.

Tony snorts. “Okay, hippie. He’ll be there by tomorrow morning. Just stay tight where you are, sugar.”

Thor is a gigantic man. He parts crowds like it’s what he was meant to do, and maybe it is. Bruce stares up at him.

“Hello Dr. Banner,” Thor says, smiling gently. “You are Dr. Ross’s friend, right?”

“Um...yeah. I am.”

“Excellent. I’m a friend of Valkyrie’s, is it okay if I go ahead and fly out to the airport nearest their house?”

“Uh, is Tony okay with that?”

“Of course. And we can stop at your house if you need anything.”

“Oh, I don’t have a house. Or an apartment. You would not believe how much the US government hates my credit score.”

Thor chuckles a little bit, leading him back to a nondescript car.

“Right this way.”

Thor is cool as a cucumber on the outside, as they’re driving. He’s mindlessly tapping on his phone as Bruce stares out the window.

Inside? Oh, Thor hates Val for this. So much.

so, you didn’t think to send me a picture of dr. banner? just the address?

lmaooooo called it. betty owes me something now. fuckin nerd. just ask him out.

no. we still have to bypass american security

which you are “old hat” at. or did i forget that you nearly almost charmed the pants off of one of the airline people?

we don’t speak of that.

relax. stark’s taking care of it anyway.

The airplane ride home is uneventful, thank god. One of Tony’s jets awaits, and the pilot is very surprised to see a man who ranks number four on America’s Most Wanted List to be there.

“You...you know Tony?”

“And you know what an NDA is,” Tony announces over the intercom. “Bruce, welcome. Mimosas are premade, in stock. Sit back and enjoy the ride! Thor, you do what you gotta do to make sure Bruce stays safe. Enjoy the bridal shower!”

The pilot is a bit apprehensive. But mostly okay. Bruce promises nothing’s going to happen, he’s just going to drink tea and catch up on news about the current state of things.

Bruce gets bored with finding out that things are still terrible, so he talks to Thor.

“So...are your parents just really into Norse mythology, or did they know you’d come out a huge guy who has the potential to probably stop Ragnarok?”

Thor chuckles, the laugh rumbling and deep.

(Okay, that’s hot.)

"My parents’ names were Odin and Frigga. You could say they were traditionalists when it came to my brother and I.”

“You mean...?”

“He embodies the name a bit too well for my taste, but yes.”

“Oh. Wow.”

“Yeah. Let me tell you about the time we accidentally crashed a fashion week thing...”

Bruce laughs a lot about that story. Thor’s laugh is majestic, and they sit a little bit closer.

By the time the plane lands, they’re great friends and Thor reaches over Bruce in the baggage area and wow that man has very defined muscles.

Not that that’s important. No, that’s like. Not important at all. So what if Thor is very well-muscled and maybe this will play into Bruce’s intrusive thoughts/daydream thoughts at later intervals? Does not matter. At all.

(Oh god the man smells like salty ocean air Bruce has got it so so bad. So Bad.)

Tony greets them at the landing pad with a wide grin, eyes lighting up.

“Well, don’t you two make the happy couple,” he teases. Bruce turns red. This does not go unnoticed.

“Bruce, honestly, you run away from government and my friendship, and this is what gets you--”

“A bridal shower? To get me home? Yes,” Bruce says, cutting in not-at-all smoothly. “Now, where are Betty and her bride staying at?”

“Oh, they’re staying at the cutest little bed and breakfast for their bridal shower. Rented out the whole thing--well Pepper did, it was our wedding gift to them, and of course I mean Pep’s wedding gift, because I have something else planned-”

“Please tell me that you do not have a house bought for them,” Thor says.

“Complete with a laboratory and gymnasium,” Tony says with a wink. “I’m kidding, they already have a house. I just kind of kicked them out for a week while I remodel their entire kitchen. Val gave me the colors, I was surprised that she has taste.”

“If she hears you say that, she’ll kick your ass.”

“Which is why she won’t,” Tony reminds Thor. “Now, let’s get to unpacking. Bruce, I’m getting you some good shampoo, holy shit your hair sucks.”

“Thank you Tony, I love and value our friendship and our kindness towards each other as well,” Bruce deadpans.

“Oh come on, you have to look good. It’s your ex’s wedding party!”

“You make us sound so dramatic,” Bruce says with a snort. “We broke up. Big deal.”

“You and Betty...?” Thor asks.

“Yeah, but it’s fine. We were dating, and then I pissed off her dad, who happens to be a general. I mean, also the government. But mostly her dad.”

“Wow.”

Thor’s type shouldn’t be feral scientist. But it is.

They’re led inside, and Tony bids them goodbye.

“Duty calls,” Tony says airily, waving. “Make yourself at home, don’t put coffee grounds down the disposal or I will kick you out. Rogers is still nursing his wounds.”

“Noted,” Bruce says.

“I drink tea,” Thor answers.

Bruce shares a look.

“You too?”

“Yeah, I prefer it over coffee most of the time.”

Bruce smiles.

“I think we’re going to get along.”

They have a couple of days until the wedding party, and Thor has never seen New York. Bruce is fairly sure that no one will even see him on the CCTV footage as long as he’s walking next to Thor, so he deems it good enough to go and get a bagel.

Thor is a very gentle man. That’s a good quality.

He smiles at a little girl, who is staring, open-mouthed. Even gives her a little wave. Bruce grins.

“You like kids?”

“I do. They mostly just want to have fun, want to see what the best of the world is. I think we all need that occasionally.”

“I’ve never thought of that,” Bruce confesses. He takes a sip of his coffee.

“I love watching my cousins,” Thor continues. “The way they grow and figure it all out, it’s rewarding. What about your family?”

Bruce freezes.

“Um. I don’t exactly have a family.”

“Then you’ll just have to meet some of my cousins,” Thor amends, smiling as he sips his drink. “You’d like them.”

“I’d like that,” Bruce says, grinning. “What’s next on our New York agenda?”

"I told Loki I’d visit some stores for him and pick up some items he’s been wanting.”

Have you ever seen a sales associate from Chanel be terrified at your presence? No? It’s worth it.

Bruce is kind of concerned.

“I...are you...?”

“My name is Robert, uncanny similarities,” Bruce responds. “We both were born in Ohio.”

“Why is it always Ohio,” Thor mutters. “You reckon my brother would want this shoe or that?”

“Ooh, definitely go with the heel. I think that’s good.”

“Gotcha.”

Next shop is Dior.

This goes a bit out of hand. His whole line about being Robert with Incredible Similarity does not go as planned.

He and Thor are on a subway, currently running away from some authority figures and calling Tony.

“I was in the middle of learning drama about high society that I can use in my next romance novel, are you joking?” Tony hisses.

“You write romance novels?” Thor asks.

“Now is not the time to question that, I’m in the middle of making sure you get a car to your next stop. How well do you both know what a Chrysler is?”

“The building, right?”

“God, I hate you so much,” Tony groans. “No, um...it looks like the wing things that they give army people when they do something that I guess they think is cool.”

“Oh. Okay. Get in that car?”

“Yes. It’s gonna be red with silver detailing.”

“Tony, they’re gonna know it’s us.”

“Believe me, they won’t. Trust me.”

So as it turns out, it’s not the most ostentatious vehicle.

Because Tony pulls up in a lifted pick-up truck, painted a sparkling, neon green with bright orange wheels.

It is the ugliest goddamn thing Bruce has ever seen. Also the most effective.

Thor nearly shoves Bruce into the car, and they’re sitting too close, and Bruce probably shouldn’t be focusing on the fact that Thor’s hair is now artfully messy, but here he is. Doing that.

“So, sorry that before the wedding shower we’re being hunted down by the government.”

“Not the worst thing that I could be doing on a Friday,” Thor says with a shrug. “I think you’re just about the most interesting person I’ve met, Bruce.”

He smiles at him. Bruce’s heart skips a beat. He can’t tell if it’s because of the eye contact or the fact that they’re in close proximity. Maybe both.

“You wanna go on a date after all this?” Bruce blurts out.

He does. And as soon as he says it, he kind of regrets it because they’re in a car with glittery silver interior seats and he’s also in pants that have seen better days, and his hair is a Mess.

(Also self-esteem issues, but Bruce is used to that so he’s not counting it.)

“Like, after we get home or when the government gives up on finding you?”

“I don’t know. Whichever one comes first?”

“Technically, I think I count as army jurisdiction, and military budget is a fountain of money.”

“Ah. Then home it is. How do you feel about ordering in?”

“Mm, sounds good,” Bruce says, grinning. “You’re the best.”

“Well, I certainly try,” Thor says, grinning right back. “You wanna go to Betty and Val’s shower together?”

“Yes. Do we have to amend our ‘how-we-met’ story?”

“Not at all. Valkyrie used to run an underground fight ring. She knows the feeling.”

“How has that not come up in conversation?”

“We were kind of preoccupied trying to figure out what a Chrysler car looked like.”

“Oh, true.”

At the wedding party, Bruce and Thor are very happy. Betty and Val roll their eyes and laugh as they talk.

“Leave it to my dad to ruin everything,” Betty gripes.

“Well he didn’t ruin this party or my meeting Thor,” Bruce defends. “Besides, you know what happens if he steps a foot near you.”

Betty grins.

“You serious?”

“Can’t promise you’ll get your security deposit back, but yes.”

Betty pulls him into a hug.

“You’re too sweet to me.”

“Yeah, tell me that after he steps on the limousine.”

“Eh, I wouldn’t worry,” Thor says, grinning. “I think Tony has some sort of security feature worked in.”

“Oh, he does,” Val says. “He’s threatened to pull some of the contracts for safety gear. Won’t go through with it, but Ross can’t touch the wedding. Best gift ever.”

When the party gets late, Thor and Bruce are sitting out on the porch. Clean-up is happening, and they’re taking a break. Thor thinks that Bruce has never looked more beautiful in a rumpled yellow shirt, soft lights making his face glow.

“I’m glad I met you,” Thor murmurs, moving a stray curl.

“Really?” Bruce asks, smiling softly. “I think I’m glad I met you too.”

Bruce grins behind his door when they make it home. Thor had kissed him on the cheek, and while that wasn’t too big of a deal, it was a big deal to him.

“See you in the morning, dear,” Thor had told him.

He was going to be up half the night with that line running through his head.

A lot of people do a lot of things for love. Bruce still wouldn’t walk through flames, or swim across an entire ocean, but he’s starting to understand.

#lovelyirony writes #GOD. this was supposed to be sad and now it isn't only because i had a funnie thought #thorbruce #bruce banner #thor #tony stark #betty ross #valkyrie #OF COURSE I PUT A RAREPAIR SHIP IN THERE WHAT ELSE WOULD I HAVE DONE?#valbetty #idk what the ship is called but i like #thor is In Love #Bruce is Awkard but u know what. okay #go him #best line is about the chrysler

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gaiapaia · 3 years ago

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Kermit and Friends: God Bless America

Kermit and Friends was all over the news cycle last week.

From Elisa Jordana being interviewed in US Weekly Magazine, to Wendy Williams addressing Elisa and Andy Dick on her show, to even Fox News covering the story.... everyone wanted to discuss the bombshell Elisa dropped last week on Kermit and Friends regarding Andy Dick's most recent arrest.

All of this began on Tuesday evening. Elisa's birthday was on Wednesday and she remained relatively quiet on her social media and in the Kermit and Friends Discord. So what happened at her birthday party?

Andy forgot about Elisa's birthday. No shocker there. Still, Elisa managed to get Andy on the phone and paid to have a car go pick him up. To Andy’s credit, he got in the car. Unfortunately, that’s the only credit he will receive from this point forward.

When Andy arrived, the first thing Elisa did was introduce him to her lovely mother. Instead of small talking and exchanging pleasantries, Andy immediately asked Elisa’s mom if she had any pills she could give him. Yikes!

Andy would only stay at the party for a short while. He showed more attention to Lisa Vanderpump than he did to Elisa, and then he would run off to go hang out with the guy who allegedly broke his ankle, Lucas.

So Andy pretty much ruined Elisa’s birthday. Does he care? Of course not. Andy wouldn’t talk to Elisa again until Saturday night when he called Elisa to ask her to pay for his hotel bill. After Elisa declined, Andy hung up on her and blocked Elisa on Instagram. This is really sad, pathetic behavior.

Elisa is claiming she’s officially done with Andy. The thing is, Elisa has one of the most forgiving souls on the planet. All Andy would have to do is have one nice conversation with Elisa and she’ll most likely then treat him (and his friends) to dinner. Who knows if Andy will even do that though. I personally hope not, and if he does... maybe Elisa will keep her foot down this time and refuse to allow Andy to keep hurting her like this.

I’ve been friends with Elisa since 2015. I could do a run down right now of the guys Elisa has dated since I’ve been blessed to know her, and I wouldn’t have anything good to say about any of them except maybe Gonzo, which honestly was just a fling.

Elisa deserves better than this. I desperately hope throughout our friendship that I set some kind of precedent to show Elisa how she should be treated by anyone who claims to love her. If I can get one thing out of my efforts these last 5 years, it’s that. It’s fine that Elisa doesn’t love me back... but it’s my main wish that she someday understands how I treat her is how the real man in her life should treat her. And hopefully that guy has many other amazing qualities to offer too, because Elisa deserves that as well if she’s going to give her heart to someone.

For all my bickering and griping about the men in Elisa’s life this last decade, we met a lovely young woman yesterday by the name of Mel who’s had it even worse than Elisa!

Mel is Jesse G-Rider’s ex-girlfriend. She was a part of the infamous trap house gang right before Elisa became emerged in it. Mel’s relationship with Jesse was extremely abusive, to say the least. There were cases of petty jealousy, beatings, drugs... you name it, it most likely happened.

Jesse called in highly upset with Elisa for having Mel on the show. Jesse claims he has a restraining order against Mel despite the fact that Mel moved all the way to Detroit, Michigan to escape Jesse.

Jesse then threatened Elisa with legal action, claiming it’s illegal to help a person contact another person who has a restraining order against them. Newsflash to Jesse: first of all, that’s not illegal, dumb dumb. Secondly, YOU called into the show. Elisa didn’t call you with Mel on the line. So even if in some ass backwards World where you could press charges against Elisa, they would be dropped immediately because JESSE initiated the contact by his own free will, and it’s all on recorded video.

Anyway, Mel was fantastic on the show. She had cute little elf ears, top notch internet and audio, a nice gaming chair... Elisa was impressed by all of this, as I was I. Mel looked like a professional streamer and she was a good storyteller that was also very vulnerable and honest. She’s everything Elisa looks for in a Kermit and Friends star. Hopefully Mel will become a regular in our community.

During Mel’s interview, Sharmin Smith went in head first about the horrors of abuse and what America needs to do to help women like Mel out. As a survivor of abuse, Sharmin has some strong feelings on the matter and she was not shy to share them. Even though her Presidential bid for 2020 was unsuccessful, I hear by declare Sharmin Smith President of Kermit and Friends. In my book, that’s why better than being President of the United States of America!

We love America on Kermit and Friends though. Yesterday was July the 4th and Elisa invited Tony Alexander on to discuss his career in the American military and what he’s heroically done to help fellow veterans who have had a rough time adjusting to normal life once they returned home from the war. Tony was a class act through and through, and it was great to see Kermit make a new friend like him on Independence Day.

Another US veteran joined the show, Kermit’s old pal Chris Christine. She said a lovely prayer and then randomly flip opened the Bible so that God could choose a special passage to share with all of Kermit’s beautiful friends. She landed on 1 Kings 6, which is about Solomon building a temple of the Lord, much like Elisa has built the Kermitarian Church!

Claire from New Jersey called at the beginning of the show to ask Elisa her thoughts on Wendy Williams’ segment about Elisa and Andy. Wendy wasn’t very kind - she made light of Andy’s addiction despite being an addict herself, she told a very distasteful joke about Bill Cosby getting hired before Andy ever would, she mispronounced Elisa’s name on purpose, and she claimed that Elisa was trying to use Andy for success. So funny how the ignorant morons who say stuff like that don’t realize it’s been Andy using Elisa this entire time... it’s honestly sexism. Wendy as a woman herself should know better, but I guess her IQ just isn’t at a place where she could ever grasp that.

Sigmond returned to Kermit and Friends this week. Elisa kindly invited Sigmond to her birthday party on Wednesday and by all accounts, he was a superb guest. He even bought Elisa a present! Yep, Sigmond Twayne's Mental Cookbook was his gift and Elisa seemed to love it. This led to Gonzo calling in to ask why the book is so cheap on Amazon. Sigmond, remembering that it was Gonzo who called him a serial killer last week, said Gonzo is a liar and that the book cost $37 on Amazon. Well, Gonzo was actually being truthful because at the time of this blog entry, the book is on sale for just $8.76 from it’s listed price of $37.00. Do NOT miss out on this AMAZING deal and buy your copy today by clicking here!

Of course, Kermit and Friends isn’t Kermit and Friends without some spectacular musical performances. Boy, were we blessed with some good ones for the 4th of July. Elisa’s dad Craig returned to the show to beautifully perform a patriotic song from the 1700′s in which I sadly can’t find the title of. Sigmond’s partner Wappy performed an incredible original song and covered Pool Shark by Sublime. Elisa would also play one of Sugar’s awesome music videos for everyone to enjoy. Good stuff all around from Kermit’s unbelievably talented friends.

All in all, it was a very eventual Kermit and Friends, one absolutely fitting for Independence Day. The future seems more uncertain than ever, but as long as Kermit has all her friends to enjoy, everything will be A-okay. Can’t wait to see what next week’s show will bring :)

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puppetsoftomorrow · 4 years ago

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okay so imagine: the trapped in the tv ep but with only british tv shows - if ur not british i'm sorry!! hopefully this will still be funny for you lol

No one was fazed as the classical music rang out overhead, and Nate and Mick waited patiently for it to finish. The pair were stood next to a low table, set on lush green grass and under a backdrop of a clear blue sky and a large country house, with people milling around and chatting, just quietly enough not to be heard over the music.

The logo flashed faintly in the sky, and Nate coughed, adjusting his glasses slightly.

"Well, here we have a lovely piece - a mantle clock, looks to be 17th Century, possibly Russian," He started, tipping the clock back slightly to get a better look at it. "Can you tell me a little more about how you came to have it?"

"It stole it." Mick shrugged. "It looked expensive."

"And you'd be correct." Nate said, waggling his finger to emphasize his point. "Made by an early pioneer of this type of time-keeping, Rip Hunter, the craftsmanship is just - exquisite, and there's not even - oh, there's a small dent here."

"Probably from when I hit Rasputin over the head with it." Mick said, and Nate nodded sagely.

"Well, even with that, it's extremely valuable - you don't see many of these pieces, I'm very honoured to be evaluating it. What do you think it's worth?"

"From the age and quality, I'd want a couple million." Mick grunted.

"And what would you use the money for?" Nate asked, and Mick shrugged again.

"Put Lita through college. Some for the Legends, buy more condiments."

"That sounds fantastic. Well -" Nate started, then paused for an unnaturally long time. Everyone held their breath. "I think, at auction, it could fetch up to £3 million."

Behind them, the Legends cheered, Ava punching the air. Mick nodded, then picked up the clock in his gloved hand wand walked off, swinging it as he did so.

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The music faded out, and Sara shut the book she was reading, smiling widely. The nursery she was in was quiet, the children having not yet arrived for the day. "I didn't see you there! I'm Sara - what's your name?" She said, voice bright and bubbly.

There was silence for a few seconds, and Sara nodded, despite no one replying.

"Ah, of course. I'm so glad you're here - I need your help." She stood up, eyes wide. "There's a giant octopus named Tagumo terrorizing the village - and we need a special treat for the bake sale! But who should we ask for help?" She scratched her head in an exaggerated thinking motion, then stood up and walked backwards to the large, colourful map that hung on the nursery wall.

"We could ask - Ava the Bureaucrat?" She asked, pointing at a point on the map.

Ava popped up on screen, dressed in her suit and surrounded by stacks and stacks of papers, threatening to topple at any moment. She gave an exaggerated shrug.

"No, she's too busy. Maybe Nate the Historian?" Sara said in a sing-song voice.

At the top of a pink castle, a hand was waving.

"No, he's stuck at the top of his castle. Maybe Zari, the Cat Chat celebrity?"

Zari was on her phone but started to wave as the camera zoomed in on her.

"Yes, that's it! We'll ask Zari, the Cat Chat celebrity!" Sara said, smiling widely. "Come on, let's go to Zari's house!"

Sara walked through the quiet streets of Waverider, avoiding the large chunks of stone that were being thrown her way by an angry octopus. It was a sleepy seaside town, with brightly coloured buildings and extremely predictable weather, and she loved it. She stopped in front of the yellow house and knocked on the door.

"No! It's mine!" "It's mine!" came the muffled voices from inside.

"Oh no! I think Zari's having an argument with her brother Behrad." Sara said, eyes wide. "Let’s see if we can help."

She opened the door, where Zari and Behrad were having a tug of war with a small bracelet. Sara stood, hands on hips, with an exaggerated frown.

"Z! B! What's this?"

"It's my turn with the totem!" Behrad whined, and Zari stomped her foot.

"No, dummy, it's mine! You used it to beat Genghis Khan last week!"

"Did you two forget our last lesson, when we learnt about sharing?" Sara said, and the two broke apart, looking distinctly guilty.

“No, Miss Lance.” They said in unison.

“Good.” Sara said, smiling brightly. “How about – Zari, you use the family heirloom to capture the giant octopus, whilst Behrad and I make a treat for the bake sale!”

The pair brightened up. “Sounds great! We can make a Behrad brownie!” Behrad said brightly, moving towards the kitchen, when Sara put out her arm to stop him.

“Uh oh, did you forget something?”

Behrad struck his palm on his forehead with an exaggerated sigh.

“Whoops! Here you go, sis.” He said, passing the totem over. “I’m sorry I wasn’t sharing nicely.”

Zari shrugged, slipping the bracelet on. “I’m sorry too.” She said, and the pair hugged. When they broke apart, Zari blinked.

“Wait -”

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The tannoy overhead started to play classical music, overlaid with the booming voice of an announcer. "DC's University Challenge! With your host - Raymond Palmer!"

The lights went up on the studio and Ray sat at a desk, smiling widely at the audience, shuffling his cards.

"Good evening and welcome to DC's University Challenge!” He said, barely being heard over the sounds of the audience clapping politely. He waited until they’d started to quiet down before beginning again. “Our first team tonight is the Time Bureau, a secret government organisation that has produced several bureaucrats, a multi-million-dollar magical creature theme park and around a dozen clones. The organisation has just under 1,000 employees and ranks number two in the inter-governmental department softball league. Their team tonight includes -"

"Hey! I'm Mona Wu, and I'm reading creature care and getting in touch with my wild side!" Mona said, waving and smiling brightly.

Gary coughed. "Uh - Hello - I'm Gary Green, and I'm studying as an apprentice of the dark arts under John Constantine."

"I'm Nate Heywood, and I'm doing a second PhD deductive historical reasoning and turning into steel." Nate said, giving the camera a mock salute.

"And finally, their Captain -"

"I'm Ava Sharpe, from 2213, and I'm reading how to move on from clone based psychological trauma." Ava said, nodding with a tight-lipped smile. She looked at her team – they looked good, all dressed in the Bureau suits. She hoped it would be enough to beat their opponents.

After the clapping ended, Ray gestured to the other side of the studio. "Our second team tonight are the Legends, founded in 2016 by Rip Hunter. Although seen as the underdogs, they won a comfortable victory against the Legion of Doom in the first round, answering questions on the French Revolution, punk rock and African oral history. With a combined age that's impossible to calculate, lets meet the team."

"Hey, I'm Behrad Tarazi, and I'm studying the air totem - but if my parents are watching, I'm studying .... business." Behrad said awkwardly, fiddling with the bracelet around his wrist.

"Hi, I'm Charlie, I'm from before the concept of time, and I'm reading loom weaving - and also shape-shifting." Charlie said, waving to the audience and adjusting the Beebo mascot they had placed behind their team name.

"I'm Mick." Mick grunted. There were a few seconds of silence before Ray spoke again.

"And their Captain -"

"Hey, I'm Sara Lance from Star City. I did two tours with the League of Assassins and now I'm reading kicking ass across the time stream." Sara said, pointing her finger guns towards Ava and winking, which caused the opposing captain to blush.

Ray set the cards down. "Right, well, we all know the rules, so I'll just get started. Your starter for 10 is - in the novels of Rebecca Silver, how many breasts does the alien queen Garima have?"

Mick was on the buzzer, but Mona was quicker. "Three!" She answered excitedly.

"I'm sorry, in the most recent novel, Death of a Rogue, she is revealed to have a secret fourth breast. Another starter for ten - the 1995 film Swamp Thaaang, written and directed by Greg Berlanti, was based on the memiors of what creature?"

John slapped the buzzer decisively. “Swamp Thing.”

Ray nodded and the crowd went wild. “Correct. Your questions will be on marine life. How many penis’ does a shark have?”

The team formed a little huddle, and Behrad shrugged.

“Anyone got any -” Sara started, but John cut in.

"Two." John said.

“Are you sure?” Sara asked, and John nodded, wincing slightly.

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“Welcome back to – Top of the Pops!”

The lights came up on the little podium where Astra was standing, holding the slim microphone between her fingers, and she smiled widely.

"So, your top five this week is Doctor Mid-Nite with ‘Year 3000’ at number 5, Ava and the Clones with ‘The One and Only’ at number 4, Rip Hunter and Wally West with ‘Careless Whisper,’ entering the charts at number 3, and that was the JSA, staying strong at number 2 with ‘Kids in America.’ But, coming in hot at number 1, with their new hit ‘American Idiot’, it's the Legends of Tomorrow!"

Astra swept her hand towards the stage, where the lights came up to rapturous cheers from the audience.

"We are the Legends of Tomorrow - and we're here to change your destiny!" Charlie shouted into the mic, just as Mick started up on drums. Nate’s hands hovered over his bass guitar, looking over to Sara, who winked at him as the chords of her electric guitar rang out over the cheering audience.

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(shows featured are - antiques roadshow, balamory, university challenge and top of the pops)

not featured: ava's very short episode of 'who do you think you are', the legends very chaotic stint on strictly come dancing and a master chef ep where the only food they make is mush variants

okay should i keep going!! should i post this on ao3? i wasn’t gonna but if ppl want me to i can :) thanks for reading!!

#phoebe lifeblogs #legends of tomorrow #legends of tomorrow spoilers #my writing #legends of tomorrow fanfiction #i made myself laugh with this lmao

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harrelltut · 5 years ago

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dignityneeded · 4 years ago

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i got a message a couple days ago from an anon about why i write for tom from time to time, even though he’s an stupid, good-for-absolutely-nothing asshole with little chance of redemption who almost got everyone killed and the rest of the writers in the community pretty much ignore him. maybe it started because ben affleck is because one of my favorite actors, but seeing a tom’s death scene during one of my rewatches reminded me of why i write for him. not because of tom, but because of benny.

i see the miller brothers’ dad as one of the soldiers who came home and just was not able to get used to civilian life. he got drunk, violent, and loud, and their mother ended up kicking him out after he refused to get help. they weren’t that old at this time, either. will was eight, and benny was about to turn five when their dad first came home. but because he brought in a good chunk of revenue, their mother ended up working almost every shift at work, causing their relationship with her to deteriorate. from then on, they really only had each other, and will was benny’s primary parent and support system.

that all changed when they enlisted. they weren’t assigned to the same unit until will was transferred into ben’s special forces unit years later, so it was the first time ben was truly alone. it wasn’t for very long, though, because he almost instantly bonded with his captain, tom, when he first got to base. benny had gotten into a dumb fight with one of the guys on his team, and tom had to handle their consequences. after a pretty bad day of conditioning, tom approached benny while he was grabbing a late dinner. they connected pretty quickly after only a few minutes of talking. tom reminded ben of his dad before he came home from the war for good, and tom saw something in him that reminded him of when he himself first enlisted. since that moment, tom found himself subconsciously checking on benny whenever he could, even if they were out in the field.

eventually, when tom left for the special forces, he encouraged ben to come with him. they got assigned to the same unit, and they fought alongside each other for a year or two before either of them met up with will or the others. when ben saw his brother for the first time in person in years, and will was a closed-off ass to him, tom was the one who pulled strings and found out what happened.

ben came to tom with everything, but the first time ben realized that tom cared for him as much as he cared about tom was actually on a mission. sure, ben always had it in the back of his mind that tom cared for him, but he never really sat back and thought about it was when tom took a bullet for him. most of their missions were hazy in ben’s mind, mostly because their superiors never really told them why they were dong what they were doing, but the moment that tom used his body to shield ben is the clearest thing that has ever sat in his head. tom was back in action in less than two months, but ben was there almost every day, even if he had to wake up an extra hour or two early.

this continued even after they both left the forces. will was his trainer, but tom made sure he was at every single one of ben’s fights to cheer him on. ben actually bought his first, and current, apartment from tom. he was tom’s very first sale. when he and molly were starting to have problems, benny got all the guys together at his place for a beer, no questions asked. they weren’t as close or spent anywhere close to the same amount of time as will and ben, but they were in each other’s corners.

when pope pulled the guys together for the mission in south america, ben got excited to get the band back together. which made it all the more painful when he saw the dark, selfish side of tom emerge. it reminded him of the faint memories of his dad exploding before he left.

tom’s death scene in the mountains broke benny’s heart. for him, it was like losing another father figure. all those emotions came bubbling to the surface after spending the first few seconds after his death in shock. ben ended up shoving his brother, but he didn’t blame him. at the time, he wasn’t even sure who it was, he just needed to lash out at someone. when he gripped tom’s body and cried into his shoulder, guilt overcame him. tom had taken a bullet for him all those years ago, benny should’ve done the same.

under normal circumstances, benny would’ve sat in the room of that bank hooting and hollering about getting a ferrari, but all he could do is rip up that contract and give his share to tom’s family.

#ben is tom’s first child and you can’t change my mind #shit this is kinda long and semi-confusing #welcome to my thought process #ben miller #benny miller #triple frontier #tom davis #def did not cry while writing this

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sergeanttucker · 5 years ago

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Get her back

Summary: After (Y/N) left because Steve had not done anything for their relationship, Steve was a wreck. Bucky persuaded him to bring her back.

Warning: angst!, SMUT! probably badly written but still, fluff, Harry Potter Spoiler? :D

Word Count: 4665 (It just happened.)

AN - My submission for @imhereforbvcky and @justsomebucky’s Cap2 Challenge. Thanks to you, I finally wrote cap again and it was a lot of fun! Oh, and thanks for hosting this challenge, we all need a lot more Steve and Sam in our lives. My prompt was “That was very un-Captain-America-like behavior.”

This is also the second part to Someday. I’m the weak bitch, remember? Have fun!!

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A month. A month had passed since (Y/N) left and she hadn’t come back yet. From Natasha, Steve knew that she had rented a small apartment and that she had a new job in a small bookstore not far from the Avengers Tower. It didn’t surprise him; Steve knew how much she liked to read and it didn’t matter what she had in front of her. From comics to history books, horror stories, romance ... She didn’t care. It has letters? Then be sure that (Y/N) read it.

That was one reason Steve had fallen in love with her in the first place. For hours he had listened to her talk about The Lord of the Rings. He listened and comforted her when she read Harry Potter and cried over the deaths of Sirius Black and Dobby. Again.

Steve always admired her enthusiasm. It always made a smile appear on his face when she excitedly told him about the latest book she read. Or the latest movie she had seen. Or when she made him listen to her new favorite song. She had such a passion for all sorts of things, Steve often had problems keeping up with her. But that was just what made him rea(Y/N)e that she was the right one. And what did he do? He put his work over her and thereby lost her.

Now, a month later, Steve was still sulking. He spent more time exercising, hoping it would make him feel better, but it did not help. The thought that she had left and now no longer belonged to him did not let him sleep. And knowing it was his fault that (Y/N) had left him was not helpful either.

How stupid had he been? How could he just let her go? And why the hell did he treat her that way? Questions he asked himself in every free minute. The worst part was that he could not answer these questions. He did not know why he did it. What he did know was that he had to get her back.

Steve walked down the street, which he knew led to the bookstore. This time (Y/N) did not go next to him, but Bucky. He was worried, not only about Steve but also about (Y/N), and he was the one who convinced him to talk to her, otherwise it would not have happened in the near future.

Before Steve could open the door to the store, Bucky stopped him with one hand on his shoulder. “Steve, I’m your best friend but if you say or do anything stupid, I’ll kick your ass. (Y/N) is the best thing that could have happened to you. Do not make it worse than it already is.” He had a serious expression on his face and squeezed his shoulder before pushing him towards the door. “Now get (Y/N) back. I’ll wait here.”

Steve opened the door and entered. A short melody that sounded as the door slammed shut told the bookstore staff that a new customer had entered the store. He stopped near the door and let his eyes wander. It had changed little since he was here the last time.

It was a small shop that barely had enough space to stow all the books. Shelves of dark wood reaching to the ceiling occupied the most space. Two tables, also of dark wood, stood in the middle of the room, providing a place to read and take notes. Books that did not fit on the shelves piled up in different corners, waiting to be used. A sales counter was placed near the door. All in all, the bookstore was quite dark and smelled of old and used books. And that’s exactly what attracted (Y/N).

As Steve looked around the store, he could see (Y/N) talking to an older man. She showed him various leather-bound books and gave him a charming smile. Steve swallowed the lump he had in his throat when (Y/N)’s eyes fell on him and her smile vanished immediately. (Y/N) clenched her teeth and as she regained her composure; she forced herself to smile so as not to alarm her client. She opened the door for him and when he was gone, she could see Bucky waiting outside. She gave him her best bitch face and Bucky just had an apologetic look on his face as he shrugged.

The door closed with a bang; the tune filling the silence in the room. (Y/N) completely ignored Steve and went to one of the shelves and started stacking different books on a table before sitting down and writing some notes. Steve still had said nothing and just watched her, wondering what he should say.

After a while of silence, (Y/N) spoke first. “Can I help you, Captain Rogers?” (Y/N)’s eyes were still fixed on her notes, her voice sharp. The tone of her voice unsettled Steve, he had never seen her so angry. Well, except the day she left. And of course, he knew that she had every right to be angry; after all, it was all his fault.

Steve nervously rubbed his neck and took a few steps toward her. He stopped right in front of the table where she sat and looked at his feet. “I... I wanted ... I’m sorry.” His voice was low, and he did not dare to look at her. (Y/N) flipped through one book and marked some things before she wrote them down. “Is that all then? I have work to do.”

Steve looked up and ran a hand through his hair, a sigh left his lips. He knew it would not be easy. “(Y/N), I ...” (Y/N) slammed her pen onto the table, making him shut up immediately. “You know what Steve? Sometimes a sorry isn’t enough. And this right here? This is a situation where it isn’t.” Her voice was calm, but Steve could see the hurt in her eyes. Shame bubbled up in his stomach. He did this to her.

“I gave you everything, Steve. Everything. And you threw it away, so forgive me but a sorry is not nearly enough.” The words broke at the end. Tears threatening to fall but she wouldn’t let them. Of course, (Y/N) still loved him, but she needed more than what he gave her.

“I’m so sorry, (Y/N), I know I should not have put my job over you, it’s just ... Everyone expects me to save the world, hunt down criminals and fight against Nazis or aliens and I’ve tried to live up to all these expectations and lost sight of what was really important to me.

I know that’s no excuse and I understand if you do not want to have anything to do with me anymore. “He dropped his gaze to his feet again and waited for the rejection he had already prepared himself for on the way there. No way would she forgive him; he would not if he was her.

But to his surprise, he could see out of the corner of his eye that her facial features softened a little, and her voice had lost its sharp tone. “I know it’s not easy to be Captain America and all that and I understand that. But the way you have acted towards me these last months? That was very un-Captain-America-like behavior.”

“I know, I also know that nothing I say could excuse what I did.

But I love you and I miss you. I really do. Please come back home. Let me make it right. I promise I will have more time for you and will not be away all the time. Please come home.” He begged. Steve Rogers, aka Captain America, begged her to come home.

She did not expect that, but she could see in his eyes that he meant every single word he said. His voice broke slightly in the end and he fidgeted nervously with his hands. He looked desperate and (Y/N) could see he had not slept in a while. That she broke up with him hit him harder than she thought.

“Steve, there’s nothing I’d rather do than go home with you and pretend that nothing happened, but the last months have been hell for me. I can not and do not want to do that anymore. “

The last bit of hope that Steve still possessed shattered like glass. He swallowed the lump that formed in his throat and nodded. He felt tears forming in his eyes and cleared his throat before answering. “Yeah, I understand. I just want you to know how sorry I am. I’m sorry I interrupted you...” He turned around, his eyes fixed on the floor and walked to the door, his shoulders hanging.

“Steve, wait.” He stopped with the door handle in his hand and turned to look at (Y/N). She took a few steps toward him and stopped directly in front of him.

“I can not pretend that nothing happened, but because I love you, I’ll give you a second chance. I’ll be home at 9PM.” “Really?” Steve’s voice was at least an octave higher than usual, and there was hope and a little confusion in his voice. His eyebrows were raised and, all in all, he looked very puzzled.

“Really.” A small smile spread across her face as she saw the overjoyed expression on Steve’s face. (Y/N) had not seen him so happy for an eternity.

She turned and went back to work, leaving Steve standing there rooted to the spot. His eyes were fixed on her for a few seconds before he opened the door, but before he could leave, he was stopped again by (Y/N)’s voice. “Oh, and Steve? Do not you dare to shave; I quite like the beard. “Although she could not see it, he nodded before leaving the store. Both of them had a huge smile on their face for the rest of the day, and nothing and nobody could drive it away.

Never had (Y/N) longed for the end of a day’s work like this day. Her mind was on Steve all the time and admittedly she was a little nervous. After she finally closed the shop, she immediately made her way to her apartment. She grabbed a bag and stuffed all sorts of things in without really paying attention to what she took with her. On the way out, she locked the front door and sprinted down the stairs, almost tripping over her own feet on the way down.

A little later, she stood at the door of the apartment she shared with Steve until a few weeks ago. Her heart was racing in her chest; she could hardly wait to be reunited with the love of her life. After a deep breath, she fished the key she still had from her jacket pocket and opened the door. The bag fell with a dull bang on the floor.

(Y/N) leaned her back against the closed door and dropped her head back. The apartment she had rented had never felt like a real home. The silly photos, countless pillows and blankets, books, plants, personal items such as the necklace (Y/N) had gotten from Steve, all the little things that made a house a home were still here. When she entered the living room, she saw Steve’s shield lean against the wall and smiled. It felt good to be back home.

While (Y/N) stood in the living room and enjoyed being back home, Steve came out of the bedroom with wet hair and dressed only in a boxer short. When he rea(Y/N)ed that he was not alone, he stopped confused and ran his hand through his hair. His eyes fell on the clock hanging on the wall behind him, it was just 8:30 pm. “Oh hey (Y/N), I ehh... I thought I still have time to get ready. I’ll be right back.” As soon as he arrived, he disappeared back into the bedroom, leaving (Y/N) standing in the living room with a small grin, she shook her head in amusement and wandered around the room a little before going to the kitchen.

She stopped dead in her tracks as she entered the kitchen. Everywhere were pots, pans, and various ingredients were distributed on the kitchen island. Flour and some kind of sauce were spilled, and in the sink stood a pot of indefinable content. Steve had apparently tried to cook, but he failed. “(Y/N)?” His voice echoed through the living room to the kitchen. “I’m in here!”

Steve entered the room and scratched his neck awkwardly, a slight flush rising on his face as he saw the chaos in front of them. “Well, I ... I tried to cook dinner, but ... well, you see how it ended.” (Y/N) chuckled a little and piled some pots at the sink. When she wanted to turn on the water to wash the dishes, Steve grabbed her hand to stop her. “You’re not here to clean up the mess I made. I ordered pizza, let’s eat something. I’ll take care of the kitchen tomorrow.”

He took her hand and led her back into the living room. On the coffee table were two pizza boxes, a six-pack beer, and the Harry Potter Blu-ray collection. (Y/N) smiled softly when she saw all this. “You really want to volunteer to see Harry Potter with me? Brave of you.” Steve chuckled and sat down next to her on the couch, he had already pushed the philosopher’s stone into the player and took the remote control to start the movie.

“Well, what can I say? I love how you quote everything.” A small grin spread across his face as he saw the light red tone on her face. “Here, I ordered your favorite.” He opened one box and pushed it to her. (Y/N)’s mouth was watering with the sight of the still warm pizza. Just like she always ordered. Extra cheese, mushrooms and a lot of garlic. Perfect. Gratefully she accepted her and thanked him again when Steve handed her a beer. That’s how she always wanted to spend her evenings with him and now, finally, they did.

(AN – Stop here If you don’t want to read the smut-part)

After the first movie ended, they immediately started the second one. The pizza boxes were empty on the table. During the first movie, (Y/N) had moved closer to Steve and snuggled up to his side, his arm around her. A satisfied sigh left her lips as he pressed a kiss to her hair. How she had missed that. How she had missed him.

The movie had been running for about an hour, but (Y/N) had been ignoring the screen for a few minutes and was looking at Steve instead. He was still focused on the screen and absently ran his hand through her hair, but after a while he rea(Y/N)ed she was looking at him and fixed his gaze on hers. A gentle smile graced his lips as he looked questioningly at her. “What?” His voice was soft as he brushed a strand of hair behind her ear.

(Y/N) smiled lovingly at him, her eyes falling to his lips for a moment before fixing his eyes again. “Nothing.” She whispered against his lips before gently kissing him. Steve did not move for a second, but as soon as he regained his composure, he returned the kiss and cupped her cheek, holding her to him. This was the first kiss for weeks, maybe months, and it sent electricity through her body.

(Y/N) was not ready to finish the kiss yet and followed Steve as he pulled his head away. She climbed on top of him and sat on his lap, deepening the kiss. Instinctively, Steve put his hands on her waist and pressed her against his body. It went on like this for a while. Kissing and touching, getting used to each other again after such a long time without physical contact.

But soon, it wasn’t enough and (Y/N) started to rock her hips, grinding down against him. A throaty groan escaped Steve, and he grabbed her hips, stopping her movements. He watched her face; her lips were slightly parted, her breath uneven and eyes dilated. “Doll, I...” (Y/N) stopped whatever he wanted to say with a finger to his lips.

“Steve, please. I need you. Don’t let me wait any longer.” She laid her forehead against his and stroked his cheek with her thumb, looking him deep in the eyes as she whispered. His eyes momentarily dropped to her lips as she spoke. He wanted to tell her so many things, things she needed to hear, but for the moment he just nodded and kissed her again, tracing her lower lip with his tongue before pushing it into her mouth. She started grinding against him again, and as Steve grabbed her hips this time, he guided her movements to make them more fluid.

(Y/N)’s hands went to his hair, tugging on it. The groan that rumbled against her lips made her whimper softly. Steve’s hand wandered up her body and under her shirt, feeling the soft, warm skin underneath. The shirt needed to go, so he tugged it up her body and over her head to discard it somewhere on the floor. His eyes drifted over her bra clad chest, his hands followed their movements and he softly cupped her breast into his big hands, kneading them over the annoying piece of cloth. (Y/N) sighed contently and pressed herself against him.

Soft, slightly chapped lips started to kiss a trail down her jaw to her neck and finally to the top of her breasts. Goosebumps raised on her body when he started to suck a mark there, her hips rocking harder against his at the feeling.

Steve withdrew his lips from her body to shed himself of his shirt, her bra following right after. He took a moment to admire the woman on top of him and let his eyes wander over her. How did he even get so lucky in the first place? (Y/N) was beautiful. Her soft skin slightly flushed, her hair tousled and eyes shining. He really was one lucky bastard.

Without warning, Steve got up and still held (Y/N) in his arms. She squeaked startled and slung her legs and arms around him, making him chuckle as he walked them into the bedroom. He dropped her on the bed, her body bounced on the mattress as he crawled over her and trailed kisses over every inch of skin he could reach. Starting at the waistband of her pants, he nipped at her belly-button and kissed over her ribs to the underside of her breast.

(Y/N) arched her back as his tongue circled her nipple before sucking it into his mouth. One of his hands crept up by her side and gripped the neglected breast, kneading it and squeezing her nipple as he bit the other. The breathless moan that reached his ears encouraged him to move his hand down to her pants. Steve opened the button and zipper and slipped his hand inside, rubbing her through her underwear as he switched sides and sucked the other nipple.

(Y/N) let out a shuddering breath when one of Steve’s fingers circled her clit, her hips bucking up on instinct. “Steve please... Don’t tease me...” He let go of her nipple and looked up at her, nodding as he saw the desperation in her eyes. He leaned back up on his knees, pulled his hand from between her legs and hastily took off her pants and panties before he momentarily got up to get rid of his own clothes.

Crawling back onto the bed, he spread her legs so he could get in between them. Steve took a moment to admire the sight in front of him; hair sprawled unruly across the pillow, skin a slightly red hue and breasts heaving with every uneven breath she took. Again, he was one lucky bastard.

She bit her lip at the sight of his at attention standing cock. She would love to lick of the bit of pre-cum that gathered at his tip, tasting the salty essence but she couldn’t wait any longer. She needed him inside of her. Steve seemed to think the same thing. His hands stroked up and down her thighs before he gripped his cock and rubbed it up and down her slit, coating himself in her juices.

She whimpered softly when his tip bumped against her clit, bucking her hips up to try to get more of the so much needed friction but Steve would have none of that. With his free hand, he easily pinned her hips down and chuckled darkly at her needy whimper. Even if he wanted to be inside of her as soon as possible he just couldn’t resist teasing her at least a little.

He bit his lip and watched how she squirmed when he drew circles on her clit with only the tip of his cock. “Steeeve...” She whined and tried to rock against him but with no use. Of course, Steve was stronger than her.

He continued like this, teasing her clit and slipping just the tip of his cock into her, up to the point (Y/N) could feel an orgasm creep up on her. She repeatedly whispered his name, her head was thrown back against the pillow, her eyes screw shut as she clawed at the sheets.

Steve’s own breath got labored as he watched her fall apart in front of him, her lips were red and swollen from how hard she bit them. “Don’t hold back, darling. I want to hear all the sweet sounds you make.”

Her thighs started to tremble and her toes curled. She was close; he could see it. Doubling his efforts, he slipped the tip of his achingly hard cock into her hole and rubbed her clit with his thumb in fast circles, even faster so as her legs around his middle tightened. He leaned down and pressed his mouth against her ear, never stopping his movements.

“Come on, Doll. I know you’re close, don’t hold back. Show me how beautiful you look when you cum.” The breathy whisper was all she needed to be thrown over the edge. She clawed at Steve, raking her nails down his back when he used the exact moment her orgasm shot through her to bottom out with one stroke. (Y/N)’s mouth opened in a silent scream; the sudden feel of fullness overwhelming her senses.

Steve buried his face in the crook of her neck and groaned loudly. The feel of her contracting velvety-soft walls almost too much to bear for the super soldier. When he was sure he wouldn’t blow his load as soon as he started to move, he started to kiss her neck and jaw until he reached her lips. The kiss was slow and short; (Y/N) was still breathing heavily from her orgasm. “You’re so beautiful.” Steve lay his forehead against hers and pecked her lips one more time. “You ready?” (Y/N) just nodded and grabbed his hair to tug him down into another kiss.

Steve pulled out slowly and pushed back in at the same pace. There was no rush in his thrusts nor in his touch as one of his hands stroked every inch of skin he could reach. His other arm lay beside (Y/N)’s head with his hand buried in her hair. His kisses were just as slow as his thrusts and made (Y/N)’s head spin from how soft and loving they were.

He whispered breathy I love you's and I’m sorry's between kisses and cupped her cheek with his hand to make sure she looked at him. “I love you too, Steve.” (Y/N) pulled him in for another kiss, pushing her tongue into his mouth to tangle with his.

She started to buck her hips up against his, encouraging him to go just a little faster but Steve had other plans and slowed down even more. “Not tonight. Let me make love to you.” He pressed his forehead against hers and locked eyes with her, entwining their hands. Their bodies were pressed together, her nipples dragging against his chest with every thrust.

It was so intense, so intimate, (Y/N) couldn’t handle all the emotions inside of her. Tears bubbled up in her eyes and a sob found its way out of her throat when Steve, once again, declared his love for her. He was worried for a moment and was about to stop and ask her if everything was ok when she pulled him down for another kiss.

After a while, Steve’s hips stuttered and his thrusts lost its rhythm. He had to stop kissing her. He ran short on breath and several breathy groans fell from his lips; he was close but he wouldn’t cum before (Y/N). His thrusts were still slow, but they were slightly harder and every time he bottomed out he grinded against her, adding friction to her clit. “I want you to look at me when you cum. Can you do that for me?” He sounded wrecked, and it made (Y/N) whimper as she nodded.

(Y/N) was a mess of breathless moans; her thighs started to twitch again. Her second orgasm was just around the corner; they both could feel it; she just needed a little push. “Cum for me.” The whispered words against her lips were enough to push her over. She tightly squeezed his hand and tugged his hair with the other. Her back curled up slightly and pressed her breasts tighter against Steve’s muscular chest as her legs tightened around his waist.

The breathless moan of his name against his lips and the clenching of her walls around his cock were enough to send Steve tumbling over the edge with her as he groaned her name. Their foreheads were still pressed together and their eyes were locked on one another, making their orgasms much more intense.

They stayed like this for a minute or two until they calmed down enough to move. Their breaths were mingling together and noses were touching as they watched each other closely. Steve cupped her face and stroked her cheek with his thumb. “I love you you so much, (Y/N).” His voice was barely above a whisper and their lips were touching when he spoke. A soft smile spread on her face and she pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. “I love you too.”

Steve smiled and pecked her lips once more before he got up and disappeared into the bathroom. He came back with a wet cloth and crawled back between her legs to clean her up. She winced at the sting but smiled reassuringly at Steve when she saw the worried look on his face. When he had cleaned up himself too, he threw the cloth to the floor and lay down beside (Y/N), tugging her against him before he covered them both with the blanket.

She cuddled up against his side and laid her head on his chest, drawing invisible patterns on his middle while she listened to the beat of his heart. Steve’s hand stroked up and down her back and he kissed her head before he spoke. “(Y/N), I need to tell you someth...”

Like earlier, (Y/N) didn’t let him finish his sentence and pressed a finger to his lips to make him stop. She leaned up and cupped his jaw in her hand, stroking his beard with her thumb before she kissed him lovingly. “Whatever it is, it can wait. We can talk tomorrow.”

Steve nodded and pressed another kiss to her lips before he tugged her back against him.

Before falling asleep, Steve made a mental note to thank Bucky for persuading him to go to the bookstore. He finally had the love of his life back in his arms and he wouldn’t be this stupid ever again.

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