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boolger · 26 days ago

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I’m SO late to the barracks bunny fic but drop a Bunny x Laswell oneshot and my life is yours (pretty please, I love your fics <3)

Asdfgh okay okay i will, but keep your life, my sinner<333 i hope you like this, i wasn’t sure of what exactly to write about. (I suppose this could be considered a part of my lesbian cod agenda lmao)

Okay, SO, it’s been a while since i wrote Bunny, from my adventures of 141’s Bunny fic, so she might differ s lil. I also, cannot for the life of me, remember if i gave Laswell a wife in the fic and while i finished the og fic in January, i honestly dont have the energy to look through it - esp bc my google doc app crashes whenever i try to search in it bc its too big lmao. So, I’ve decided to give Laswell a wife. Surprise, Kate’s wife is named Olivia now. (I chose a random name, sue me… even tho i wanted to just use my own name, but ill behave)

MDNI Tags: lesbian sex bby, consensual rough sex, overstimulation, filming sexual act (also consensual), fucking, kissing, mention of daddy and mommy but the kinks aren’t in focus, Bunny is still horny even after a 70k fic.

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Laswell was beautiful; it wasn’t really a new revelation to you, she had been beautiful ever since you saw her for the first time. Kind but firm, gentle in her touch, the few times she did touch you.

Yet, in the well fitted and sharp suit, with the galla lights gracefully illuminating her, she looked even more attractive than ever. Elegant. Powerful. You wanted to drop to your knees, beg her to pet you; to kiss and lick her shoes, beg her to let you do the honor of eating her out.

“Really, Bunny?”

You weren’t sure whether you should feel ashamed for even having thought that Laswell would be interested, or embarrassed from the immediate rejection. Nonetheless you wanted to dig a deep hole and crawl down into it to hide. Preferably be covered with dirt so nobody would have to look at you again. The room, though empty, felt overwhelming and gave you nowhere to hide.

“I’m sorry, ma’a—“

“Get on your knees.”

The command almost made you jump; it was smooth, yet left no option for discussion. You felt your body react on instinct, smoothly sliding to your knees in front of her - carefully looking up at the woman, who tipped her head to the side, while watching you.

“Is this something you were told to do?” Her voice was neutral and so was her face, though there seemed to be a bit of scepticism in them.

“I - No ma’am,” you replied genuinely, brows furrowing for a moment over the fact that she would be believe so.

“Why then?”

You bit your lip for a second.

“You’re hot,” wow, such a way with words, you almost wanted to crawl away, “I’ve always found you attractive but I thought…”

“Thought what?”

You hesitated for a moment.

“Th-that you were off limits.”

“What makes you think I’m not?”

You swallowed slowly, but were unable to keep a little, smug smile from your face.

“Well, you haven’t told me to fuck off yet, ma’am.”

Laswell let out an agreeable hum.

“I have a wife.”

“Shit,” it slipped from your mouth as you instantly moved to get up, “I’m so, so—“

A hand pressed down on your shoulder, forcing you down again, a small whimper leaving you as you met Laswell’s eyes again; they were darker now, her face harder than before.

“Did I tell you to get up?”

“I - uhm..” —she raised a brow at you and you shook your head— “no, ma’am. You didn’t.”

Her fingers slid beneath the collar of her dress shirt and a moment later she pulled a thin silver chain from beneath it; a ring, simple yet beautiful with a couple of small stones on it. You winced at it, however - proof that she was indeed married. Kate played with the ring for a second, never taking her eyes off you, before tugging it back, hidden from the world again.

”Do you know who was the most enthusiastic about this whole barracks bunny project?” Kate asked, her smile turning amused as she leant over you a little, “constantly asking about all of you Bunnies - in particular you?”

With the way she asked, you figured that it probably wasn’t any of your boys, but somebody else. Then Kate took a step forward, leaning over you a little more, one of her hands moving; she pressed her thumb against your bottom lip and you felt so entranced that you didn’t even think about answering.

”Olivia,” as she told you, you had no idea who the hell Olivia was, until she added, almost casually, “my wife. Quite enamoured with you.”

The sound that left you were both surprised but pleased and Kate’s thumb forced its way in between your lips. You didn’t even hesitate to open your mouth more, so that she could press it against your tongue. Her fingers tasted of salt, but also of champagne. As she pressed down a bit harder, you felt saliva collecting around the thumb.

”Always asking what you’re up to,” she continued casually, as if she was telling you about the weather and not how her wife was apparently thinking about you, “how you’re doing - who you have been doing.”

The sound that left you should have been embarrassed, yet you found yourself letting out an almost needy whine.

”constantly begging for me to ask the boys for pictures or videos,” if you had been wet before, you felt absolutely dripping now, the thong Soap had made you wear to the gala probably fully drenched, “greedy lil’ thing - just like you, yeah?”

A small moan left you as you nodded, spit dripping from your tongue but you didn’t care about it. Kate just let out a pleased hum. Then she pulled out her thumb, nonchalantly licking your spit off.

”You know - we have a deal, Olivia and I,” she slid both her hands into her pockets and you immediately mourned her touch, letting out a small whine, leaning forward a little to lean against her leg, “- if you ever wanted to have sex with me—“

You felt on fire, so on edge from her words that you wanted to moan out loud, uncaring that the gala was going on outside the room you were hiding in.

”- then I would have to film it. Send it to her, so she could enjoy it until I got back again. Fuck her the same way I would fuck you.”

”fuck - fuck, Kate, please, please -“ you began but Kate just casually shushed you and oh, you wanted to cry.

”Do you want that, Bunny? Want me to film it when I fuck your greedy, little pussy?”

“Yes,” you barely let her take another breath, “Please - please, I want it, want Olivia to see it. Anything, Kate, please ma’am.”

One of her hands reached out to pet your head.

”Good,” she replied all coolly, “Now you have a team to be eye candy for.”

Your breathing stopped and you almost wanted to cry, upset at how she could simply turn you away like this.

”Bu-but—“

”Shush. Don’t be so dramatic, Bunny. Get up. Tell your men that you will be sleeping in my hotel room tonight.”

The way she could push your emotions back and forth almost made you feel upset - but you could do nothing but nod happily, getting up from the floor, brushing off any dust from your dress.

”Good girl. See you later.”

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“What do ye mean that I cannae watch?” Soap sounded like a child having been told he couldn’t join a summer vacation, “Ye’re really gonna be so mean tae me, Laswell?”

Kate just shrugged and your toes curled in the high heels you wore.

“You have her all the time, I’m sure you can learn to share,” she mused, “Now you’ll excuse me - I have to socialise.”

You watched her walk away, feeling all flustered - it certainly didn’t help when Price stepped up close behind you, leaning forward to whisper in your ear.

”Dirty girl,” he crooned, his low voice rough “Gonna let her fuck you, eh? Cry all pretty for her and her wife?”

”uh-huh,” you managed, barely nodding, trying to ignore the heat from his body behind you, as you kept your voice low so only he could hear you, “Ye-yeah, daddy.”

”mmhm,” his voice sent shivers along your spine and for a moment you almost wanted to beg to bend you over nearest surface and fuck you silly, even with the entire gala watching.

“Good,” he gave your ass a discreet pat, “maybe we can watch the video too.”

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You weren’t sure why you had ever believed that Kate Laswell would be a vanilla leaning woman. She was one of the people who had helped created the “bunny initiative” after all, but for some reason, you still believed that the older woman would fuck you all nice and sweetly.

”Look at the camera,” she told you, voice leaving no place for arguments, “Look at the camera, Bunny.”

You felt like you were drenched in sweat, almost unable to do as you were told. Yet you managed to, blinking for a moment before focusing on the telephone that was nicely propped up on a tripod; Kate sure didn’t do things halfway. You looked at the camera, knowing that Olivia would see this, that the team even might.

Kate had already made you cum several times. Right now your hands were cuffed behind your back, your face pushed into the bed as you were on your knees, lower body raised for her. Ass and pussy on display.

The first time she made you cum, she casually held the phone in her hand, camera pointed towards you as she forced you to lick her pretty shoes and grind against it afterwards. Cooing about how your underwear would be all wet, laughing when you had told her that it already was. Then the phone had been put on the tripod and she had let you eat her out, which had felt like an honor; she had almost just used you, growling out your name, hissing about how she should take you from your team. How she should keep you at home, so that she and Olivia could have you like a little pet.

When she had come, you had greedily lapped up everything, barely willing to pull your head away afterwards, earning you a slap. It had only made you moan even more, happy with bliss.

You had sat in her lap then, dutifully pulled off your dress when she told you to. She had casually just pulled up her dress pants up again, fully dressed while you sat in your flimsy thong and the lace bra.

She had tutted at you, calling you a little whore, easily pulling the thong to the side, running her fingers over your wet cunt. How your pubic hair almost glinted with how wet you were, how your pussy lips were all puffy. Two of her fingers had easily slid into your hole, Kate humming with pleasure, then talking to the camera, as if you weren’t even there - slapping your thigh with her free hand when you wiggled too much. Muttering about how loudly you moaned, how you were such a good barracks bunny for her men, how you were perfect. You had come again then, a scream almost escaping you, hadn’t it been for her other hand slapping over your mouth.

Now, with your upper body pressed down into the bed, looking into the camera lense, you were sure you were in some sort of private heaven - different from when you were with Price, Simon, Gaz or Soap, sure, but a blissful experience nonetheless.

“Say ‘thank you, Olivia’ because she lets me use you,” Kate urged, down to her underwear herself now, while she had stripped you completely of your own - not that it had hidden much, “C’mon, Bunny, thank my wife.”

Though she was also wearing a strap on that made your brain explode for a moment; you were sure it was as big as Simon’s, it was bright purple and with glitter in it. Apparently Olivia’s favourite, she had told you beforehand, when the two of you had discussed limits.

”Thank you, Olivia,” you managed, earning you another finger, Kate easily forcing into your cunt, a wanton moan leaving you, as the wet sounds sped up “fuck - hah, thank you Olivia. Thank you, Mrs. Laswell!”

It made Kate laugh, but it was a pleased laughter, you could hear that - feel it, as she continued to fuck you with three fingers, the other casually caressing your back. As you felt the dildo graze your thigh, you let out a pitiful whine, wagging your ass a little.

”Please - Please, Kate, I can’t take it, please —“

“Mmhm, not Kate, sweetheart.”

You blinked slowly, embarrassment making your toes curl for a second, cunt tightening around her fingers, as she reminded you of the title.

”Ple-please, Mistress,” you were confident that your pussy was dripping around her fingers, even as they were slowing down, sure that it could be seen on the phonescreen, “Please, mistress, I’ll behave, I’ll be good.”

Kate cooed at you, free fingers running down along your spine, “already so good for me, sweet Bunny,” she reminded you, her fingers beginning to thrust into you again, “does it feel good, princess?”

”ye-yeah, fuck - ah - feels so good, mistress,” you mewled, looking directly into the camera as if it was an actual person, “feels so good, Mrs. Laswell.”

Kate let out another amused him at the fact you were talking to Olivia, as if she was actually here, leaning down to plant a kiss on your lower back.

”Why don’t you also tell your daddy, hm?” She was taunting you, her fingers spreading a little and you moaned at the stretch, unable to tighten as you thought about your boys watching this, eyes flickering close for a moment, unable to speak. Then, a second later, her teeth sank into your skin, a pathetic whimper leaving you.

”I’m - it feels so good, Daddy,” you said, almost feeling high, “mistress is makin’ me feel so good.”

Kate let out a pleased sound, pressing a kiss to where she had just bit you. Her fingers squelching as she fucked you a little faster.

”yeah?” She was being so mean, not giving you her strap, but forcing you to continue to talk even though you were losing your mind, “does mommy feel good?”

You almost cried, sniffling as you nodded, voice raw as you said, “Mommy is feeling very - ah - very good.”

”Good girl,” she praised and finally, finally, Kate pulled her fingers out of your cunt. Even though you almost wanted to cry from the lack of pleasure, a small mewl leaving you, Kate didn’t let you wait for long. Just a short moment later the tip of the dildo pressed into you, a shameless, loud moan leaving you.

No, there was nothing vanilla about Kate. She proved that by fucking you hard and mercilessly, making you scream with pleasure only a few moments in; her hands grabbing onto your sides, nails sinking into your fat, grunting with a pleased tone, as she forced the cock deep into you and out again. It was everything you had wanted from her, perhaps even better - and knowing that her wife would watch this? That Olivia Laswell would touch herself as she watched her wife fuck you dumb? It only added onto it.

You came embarrassingly quickly - twitching and crying through the orgasm, begging Kate to stop, to keep on going, to do something even though you weren’t sure what. But Kate made the decision for you, cruelly telling you to just take it, that you had begged for this, that you were made for this.

She gave you no pause, the cock fucking you without stop, forcing you through the overestimulation, into pain and back into pleasure, without you being able to do anything about it.

You were a mess, crying out “mistress”, “please”, “yes - no”, “Kate”, “Olivia”, “daddy” - you were blabbering about everything and nothing, drooling into the pillow, random noises and words escaping you, even if it made no sense. You were high, you were in heaven, you felt nothing but euphoria.

That was until Kate made you cum again - you squirted. The moans that left you were perhaps closer to a raw scream and you didn’t even want to think about the poor guests in the rooms around you. Kate’s fingers on you, slapping your clit, continuing to fuck you as she forced the feeling to continue, soaking the sheets beneath you.

The former orgasm had nothing compared to this and you felt divine, in undescribable bliss, moaning and whining without being aware about it. Finally it became too much and you whimpered out for Kate a couple of times, who finally, slowly pulled out; praises dripping so plentiful from her lips, that it added to your feeling. You felt underwater, but not in a bad way. In a safe way.

As the cuffs were unlocked and Kate helped you turn around on your back, asking how you were, you merely raised your arms towards her, making grabbing motions at her. She chuckled but leant down and eagerly kissed you, caressing every inch of your body that she could reach.

You all but begged her to ride your face - she was hesitant, unsure if you were too tired, but when you threatened to call Olivia or Price, she laughed and agreed.

Your fingers were grabbing onto her thighs as she rode your face, your tongue fucking her cunt as good as you could, nosing and sucking on her clit, enjoying the moans that escaped her. The rougher she got, using your face to grind on, the better you felt. You eagerly drank any kind of pleasure her cunt would give you, almost unwilling to let her go.

The two of you caught your breath for a moment, the woman that had just absolutely used you in the most wonderful way, sitting next to you for a moment. She got up, making you whine and making her shush you. In a few steps she was at the phone, turning it off and removing it from the tripod.

Then she was back, kissing you again, moaning as she tasted herself on your lips. You still felt perfect, in a state you sometimes reached together with the men. Somewhere really good where things felt a bit fuzzy, yet wonderful and clear at the same time. Kate cleaned you up with a couple of wet wipes, giggling as you continued to kiss her whenever you could reach - a whine leaving you as she kissed your inner thighs, before returning to her mission of cleaning you, then herself.

You fell asleep against her chest, fucked out and cuddled close, forgetting the world around you.

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Hope you liked it, my anonymous sinner🥰

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bitchesuntitled · 7 months ago

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Broken Hearts Mended

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x F!Reader, Joel Miller x F!Reader

Warnings/Tags: 18+ Minors, get out! Language(at this rate, just expect it. That's just me), Pregnancy, Dieter trying to fix his past, sad!Dieter, dad!Dieter, smut, pinv, oral(m!recieving), wedding crasher!Dieter, TIME TRAVEL, OFC

a/n: This is for the Roll-A-Trope Challenge by @burntheedges I got Time Travel! Never dabbled with that before but it was fun and sheesh, Kate- this is the longest story I've ever written! This could be considered a part two of Some Broken Hearts Never Mend but can be read as a standalone! The OFC is based off my bestie IRL @hessofather - thank you for being you, for helping me with the witchy stuff, and love ya bitch! Thank you @beefrobeefcal and @jay-zzle(for the moodboard &) for your eyes on this one! Love you both!

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dividers by @saradika-graphics

He’d been staring at the clock for an eternity or what felt like an eternity. Today was the day, the day Dieter’s been dreading since he found out.

Today is your wedding day.

In typical Hollywood fashion, a friend of a friend let it slip when the wedding was. Saturday afternoon, 3 pm to be exact. Mark was supposed to be on standby to ensure Dieter stayed at home today and didn’t do something stupid, but what Mark didn’t expect was to be locked in the pantry with Dieter sitting outside.

“Dieter, come on man,” Mark pleaded, “Think about this before you do something dumb.”

“Would it really be that bad if I went?!”

“Yes,” Mark sighed, “Dieter, you need to let her go. If you go to that hotel all that will happen is you make a fool of yourself and embarrass her!”

“Embarrass her?!” Dieter scoffs, looking at the closed door with offense. “I got sober for fucks sake! For her and she didn’t even let me see my kid! Instead that bastard is playing daddy to my Lexi! My peanut!”

“Dieter!” Mark shouts, slamming his fists against the door, “Let me out and let’s talk face-to-face about this.”

“Sheesh Mark, calm down,” Dieter says, glancing at the clock, “If I go, maybe she’ll see me and remember how much she loved me. I gotta try right?”

“Dieter, please,” Mark sighs, “Don’t do this. It’s not a good idea.”

“I have to try, Mark.”

“Damn it, Dieter!”

More punches are being thrown at the pantry door as Dieter slowly backs away from it.

“If I don’t try now, I’m just going to spend the rest of my life wondering what if!” Dieter shouts, “Mark, you gotta understand that man.”

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Dieter was able to bribe a waiter into letting him in through the kitchen, he had tried the front but the hotel staff quickly guided him right back through the front door. The place was gorgeous, decked in all navy blue, gold, and white, and the flower petals spread down the aisle he stood in front of. Joel is standing next to the officiant, fiddling with the gold cufflinks on his wrists. The bridal song began and everyone looked back at Dieter.

He stood there frozen, unsure of what to do until he heard the door behind him open, he turned slowly. There you were, standing before him in a gorgeous flowy white gown.

“Dieter?” You asked, confusion painted across your face before it turned into a silent rage.

“I- I need-“ he began, trying to think of what to say.

“Jesus Christ,” your father muttered under his breath before shouting for security.

“Wait-“ Dieter gasped, as two men in suits grabbed his arms pulling him towards the hall, “Please! Let me just ha-“

“Wait!,” you shout panicked, before clearing your throat, “Sorry everyone,” you announce, “Let me just take care of this real quick then we’ll be ready to get this wedding started.”

Dieter was dumbfounded. You were actually going to listen to him. You wanted to hear what he had to say. He knew it! He still had a chance. You let go of your dad’s arm and looped it around Dieter’s, leading him out into the hallway with a polite reassuring smile to your guests.

In another life, this would be the way it went. You in your gorgeous wedding dress, walking down an aisle on his arm, smiling politely to your guests before he whisked you away to ravish you the entire night. Once the doors closed, you stepped away from him clearing your throat.

“The fuck do you think you’re doing here?” You hiss, the rage in you tipping over its boiling point.

“I wanted to-“ he starts softly before you interrupt him again.

“Wanted what Dieter?!” You seethe, “Did you not feel it was enough when you showed up at my home? My work? Lexi’s fucking school?”

“I didn’t think-“ he winces, knowing immediately those are the wrong words with the laugh you let out.

“No Dieter, you didn’t fucking think,” you scoff, “You’ve spent the past six years not fucking thinking and it’s shown plenty!”

“Baby-“ Dieter tries again.

“Don’t you dare call me that!” You stop him, “Dieter, you need to leave. I’m marrying Joel and Lexi finally has a dad who wants her and loves her.”

“But I do love her,” Dieter says, tears blurring his vision, “That’s why I stayed away from you both. I love you both so much, I didn’t want you wrapped up in my shit and I’m trying to change!”

You shake your head with a sigh.

“You just have to give me another chance,” he whimpers, the tears steadily falling down his face.

“No,” you say quietly, “You’ve had enough chances.”

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You were officially done with his shit and let him know he’d be hearing from your lawyers on Monday. His heart broken, his mind felt numb, and Dieter’s legs began to move. He felt like pins and needles were pricking all over his skin, trying to ignore the feeling, he began to speed up. He’d be fine as long as he kept moving. His chest felt like there was a weight on it, trying to catch his breath.

He needed to find somewhere with air conditioning, maybe it’s the heat finally getting to him. Standing outside a store called Vixen’s. Huh, he thought, a sex shop would be the perfect way to distract his mind. A dinging sound chimes as he enters the store.

“Good afternoon!” A cheery feminine voice calls out from the back, “I’ll be right with you.”

Dieter stood next to a counter, focusing on his breathing. The place smelled like sage, rose, and lavender. This was definitely not a sex shop. His hands held onto the counter in front of him as he closed his eyes and took in the sweet aroma of the shop. Whatever it was, it was working to help calm him down.

“Sir?” A feminine voice called out to him, “Ya alright?”

Dieter looked towards the voice to see a short woman with auburn hair standing next to a door that stated Employees Only. He gave a short nod, signaling he was okay. He just had to focus on his breathing.

“Fuck!” She gasped, flailing her hands in the air, “It’s you! C’mere!”

“Huh?” Dieter asked in confusion, trying to catch his breath.

“C’mere!” She said more sternly, motioning for him to follow her, “Been expectin’ you to show up any day now and you’re finally here!”

Dieter began to follow the stranger apprehensively down a hall, passing multiple doors, as she began to talk more.

“The names’ Willow Vixen. Now that you’re here, maybe I can finally stop using the rose.” She states, wrinkling her nose, “Not my favorite but that’s what the ball suggested for your arrival. Considering it doesn’t give me much of a time frame I figured fuck it and just started making sure it was around at all times.”

“Ball?” Dieter asks, his legs taking over, continuing to follow Willow until they meet a door that has her name on it, “I’m sorry but do I know you?”

“Not yet, Dieter,” Willow hums, grabbing a key ring from her belt loops, and unlocking the door, “When we get inside I’ll explain.”

Once she opened the door, he was hit with a powerful smell of sage and rosemary. She ushered him in, closing the door behind her.

“Sit,” she commanded, pointing to a table in the middle of the room.

He wasn’t sure what he was even doing here. Following a stranger into some back room of a store sounded like the beginnings of some ritual sacrifice and by the way her office was set up, it looked like it, too.

The room was dim before Willow fluttered about lighting candles while humming, beginning to shed more light on her space. He could see a table covered in an emerald green cloth with four chairs surrounding it, and a crystal ball sat upon a perch in the middle of it with dozens of candles surrounding it.

“So… uh,” Dieter hesitates, hands scrubbing through his hair. The fuck is he doing here? He should leave. Willow continues to hum while she lights more candles by a thick open book sitting on a desk, flipping through the pages before she stops.

“Ah-ha!” She announces with a joyous clap, “Would ya look at that! Found it on the first try.”

She looks up to see Dieter still standing by the door with a nervous energy about him.

“Gah damn it, Dieter,” she grumbles, approaching him, “Ain’t gonna hurt ya. I’m here to help ya. Now go on, sit,” Ushering him to the table, lightly patting him on the shoulders, “Let me just get a few more things ready before I truly start this process, alright?”

“Help me?” He asks, watching Willow move in the space around them. She grabbed a bottle and began spritzing it around the chair he sat in.

“Duh, I told ya,” Willow said with a raised eyebrow smirking, “Oh wait, maybe I didn’t? Did I?”

Dieter looked at her in bewilderment, continuing to watch as she placed the spray bottle of liquid beside him and grabbed incense instead, placing them in their holders and lit them.

“T- tell me what?” He asked nervously, placing his hands in his lap and beginning to fidget with his fingers.

“My apologies, sir.” Willow bows, “I am a witch! Well, kind of a-a witch. I’m a witch practicin’. My great great great great grandma was one and it kinda skipped a generation or two cause my folks decided we should follow Jesus instead. Ya in any sort of religion? I’ve been involved with… too many.”

Dieter shakes his head. Fuck, this is how it ends, he was right. She’s gonna sacrifice him.

“I’m spraying lavender right now to try and get your ass to calm down,” she states matter of factly picking the bottle up again, Dieter flinches when she sprays some directly onto his hair, “Your energy is thick with nerves. Now what was I sayin’?” She asked, stopping in place and staring at the table cloth.

“Oh yeah! Sorry, I have a disorder where my memory ain’t the best. Think Dory from Findin’ Nemo,” Willow smiles brightly, “I’m a witch and this here crystal ball-” she taps a finger against the clear ball in the middle of the table, “-showed me to be expectin’ ya.”

“Sh-showed you?” Dieter asks, cocking his head to the side with wide eyes.

“Yeah!” Willow exclaims, “Showed me you comin’ here, us doing some magic and then you fuckin’ off to whatever it is you’re tryin’ to change!”

“Wait,” Dieter stops, eyes widening, “What am I changing?”

“Beats me,” Willow shrugs, fanning the incense around before plopping down in the chair across from him, “Alls I know is I’m supposed to help ya get there.”

Dieter looks at her and then the ball in between them. It starts sparkling inside as the clear crystal becomes dense with a weird purple fog, swirling around the inside of the crystal.

“Oh shit! It’s doin’ the thing again!” Willow shrieks in excitement, bouncing in her chair, “I told ya the thing showed me what I needed to do! Maybe it’s trying to show you what you need to do.”

Dieter stares at the ball before the swirling fog reveals you lying in your shared bed years ago. He remembers this morning clear as day, it’s the morning before he went to that stupid party and relapsed.

“It’s her,” he chokes back a sob, “What kind of sick fucking trick is this?!”

“It’s not a trick!” Willow protests, “I’m tellin’ the truth! Just watch the damn thing!”

Dieter continues watching the fog swirl within the ball, seeing himself join you in bed. Dieter perks up as he watches himself undress you and begin worshiping you like the goddess you are. Willow clears her throat turning her head.

“Ope,” she murmurs, cheeks becoming flaming red, peering at the ceiling out of privacy, “Don’t think I’m supposed to watch this bit.”

Dieter is entranced, watching the two of you, reliving that entire day. Except in this version he never leaves the house, he stays home with you instead. That’s what he should have done, stay home and hang out with you instead of go to that stupid fucking party.

The purple fog disappears and the crystal becomes clear again, leaving Dieter even more confused.

“Wait!” He shouts, gripping the ball with both hands, “Come back! Show me more!”

“Now hold on just a damn minute,” Willow scolds, pushing his hands off the ball, “Don’t break my damn ball. It’s the only one I got.”

“But I want to see more,” Dieter lets out a pathetic whine, “How can I see more. Make it show me!” He demands.

“Not how it works, bub,” Willow huffs, “But, from the looks of it that’s where the ball wants me to send you.”

“S-s-send me?” Dieter stutters out with a scoff, “How are you gonna send me back to the happiest time of my life?”

“Time travel, duh,” Willow snorts, “The hell do you think you showed up here for?”

He looks at her with bewilderment. How the fuck is this girl supposed to help him go backwards in time?

“Now, now,” Willow says, clicking her tongue in annoyance, “I recognize that look. Ya don’t believe me,” she adds with a roll of her eyes, “I’ve got everything ready.”

She stands making her way to a small tea kettle, filling it with water from a jug before placing it on her desk beside the book. Willow moves through her office with a practiced ease, opening and closing cabinets, grabbing the things she’ll need for this ritual. Taking one last glance at the book on her desk before clearing her throat.

“Now, I’m gonna brew this tea for you to drink. It’s got some cloves, rosemary, garlic and cinnamon in it,” she explains, plunking and sprinkling the herbs in the kettle, “Oh shit!” She laughs, opening a desk drawer to pull out a small hot plate, “Ain’t gonna get very far without boilin’ it.”

Dieter watches as she softly hums, flitting about the room as the tea gets ready.

“Now, I got white sage and mullein burning already,” Willow explains pointing at each, “Helps with clarity.”

He nods, still confused and a little scared. He has no clue how this is supposed to actually work. Time travel isn’t real, this isn’t some movie like Back to the Future. Although, he thinks tilting his head, would be pretty cool to drive the DeLorean. His thoughts are interrupted by Willow chanting something over the tea right as the kettle lets out a shrill whistle. Willow pours the tea into a little cup bringing it over to the table, placing it in front of Dieter.

“Ain’t gonna lie to ya,” Willow grimaces, “Probably gonna be nasty as fuck with the herbs I had to use but it’s what the book said to use.”

“Probably not the worst thing I’ve ever ingested,” Dieter shrugs, “So how’s this work? Do I just drink it?”

Willow nods, “I said the spell, I have the scents going, all you have to do is keep an open mind,” she continues with a smile.

Dieter nods, staring at the cup. What’s the worst that could happen? His life is already fucked. At least he can say he tried if it doesn’t work, grabbing the cup and downing the drink. Willow was right- it’s rancid, he begins to cough placing the cup back on the table.

“Now what?” Dieter asks with a grimace, glancing at Willow.

“Now,” a grin spreads across her face, “We wait.”

- - -

The sun’s rays shone through the curtains causing Dieter to wince as he woke the next morning. How was he supposed to know if the ritual worked? Willow said they just had to wait. Wait for what though? Hearing a soft groan next to him he peeked one eye open at the sound, looking around he noticed this wasn’t his room. Well, more so not his room anymore. The soft yellow walls and white curtains had all been replaced after you left with dark grays.

Glancing next to him, he felt like his heart stopped. There you were, snoring softly next to him. Maybe he was dreaming and his mind decided to torture him, it wouldn’t be the first time it had happened but then you reached for him. Your hand laying on his chest above his heart. Dieter didn’t know whether to laugh, cry, shout with joy or all three at the same time. His palm reaches out, gently touching your face.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers to your sleeping form as he rubs the apple of your cheek with his thumb, “I was such a fucking idiot.”

You crinkle your nose and let out a huff as you sleep. A grin plastered across his face, he can’t believe it actually worked. If he ever sees Willow again he’s going to have to thank her. She may not know what for, with traveling back in time, but he’ll thank her anyway.

“You’re staring,” you let out a sleepy grumble.

“Can’t help it,” Dieter whispers, grinning like an idiot. You open an eye to look at him, raising your brows.

“Why are we whispering?” You giggle, scooting closer to lay your head on his chest, listening to the thump of his heartbeat.

Dieter takes a deep breath into your hair, shrugging his shoulders, wrapping his arms around you and holding you tight. Afraid if he loosens his grip you’ll be gone again. His hands begin to roam under your shirt, feeling the softness of your skin, the roundness of your belly. You’re still pregnant, grinning to himself as he sits up and moves you to lay on your back, rubbing his hands down to your hips. You’d always complained of them hurting with the added weight of Peanut, their little Lexi who would be coming into this world.

“Mmm,” you let out a soft moan, as his hands gingerly massage your hips, your fingers digging into his thigh, “Dieter.”

He couldn’t stop smiling, unable to believe this is actually happening again. Being with you, being back in your shared home, being here during the happiest time of his life. Dieter leans over your belly, pulling up your shirt to expose your bump, placing a soft kiss there.

“I love you,” he breathes out, his voice cracking before trying to get a grip on his emotions.

“Babe?” You ask, concern lacing your voice as you reach for him, “What’s wrong?”

“Missed you,” he says, kissing your bump again, “Both of you.”

“Babe,” you laugh, “All we did was go to sleep.”

“Yeah,” Dieter huffs, rolling his eyes, “Just went to sleep,” he hums, lifting your shirt more to uncover your breasts, his lips placing a trail of open mouthed kisses until he meets one of your nipples, sucking it into his mouth. You let out a soft hiss as your fingers tangle in the soft waves of his hair. There’s one thing Dieter knows he can’t fuck up, sex. He’ll figure the rest out later.

You moan as he spends equal time on each of your breasts, sliding a hand down your front into your underwear. Dieter lets out a groan when he feels the wetness already collected there. He needs this, to you it was yesterday, to him it’s been six years since he’s felt you around his cock.

“I need you,” Dieter grunts, pushing you on your side, flopping down behind you and pushing his boxers down. His stiff member pushing into your ass.

“Jesus, Dee,” you giggle as he quickly pushes your underwear down enough to get to your core, “I’m not going anywhere.”

“Please don’t,” he whispers into your neck, slipping his length between your folds, coating himself in your arousal. Dieter grips his dick, slowly pushing into you, simultaneous moans spilling from both of you.

“Fuck, baby,” you moan, throwing your head back against his shoulder, “So fucking big.”

Dieter pants, feeling your walls constrict around him, stopping himself when he’s fully sheathed inside of you. He doesn’t want this to end before it’s even begun.

“Oh god,” he whimpers, grabbing your hand, lacing your fingers together, “Missed this.”

“Dieter,” you pant, hips squirming against him, “I need you to move, baby.”

He nods against your head, slowly pulling out, his tongue laving against your pulse point as he sharply pushes back in.

“Fuck,” you cry out, gripping his hand tighter. He knows it’s your favorite so he keeps the same rhythm, pulling out slowly before plunging back in. He can’t stop the words flowing from his mouth as he thrusts into you. His pace grows quicker as he speaks.

“Please don’t leave me,”

“I need you,”

“I love you,”

“I won’t fuck up again,”

“I promise,”

“I love you.”

Every phrase punctuated with a sharp thrust into your wet heat, producing a moan from your lips.

“Dieter,” you moan, “I’m gonna come, baby, I’m gonna-“

Dieter can feel the fluttering of your walls, gripping you tighter he moves faster, unable to control himself any longer.

“Fuck,” Dieter groans, “Look at me, baby.”

Your head lolling against his shoulder as his hips snap into you, he grips your face turning you to face him. Slotting his lips over yours, smothering your cries as your orgasm rips through you.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Dieter grunts, grinding his hips into you as your walls constrict around him, warm ropes of his come painting your insides. He kisses you softly while both of you try to catch your breath.

“You okay?” You ask, eyes gazing up at him.

Dieter nods, keeping his arms wrapped around you.

“Bad dream,” he murmurs into your hair.

“I’m sorry babe,” you give him a sympathetic smile, giving him a quick kiss before moving off of him with a hiss, “Wanna go look at stuff for the nursery?”

“Hmm,” Dieter hums, wrapping his arms around you again before you can leave the bed, “Let’s stay in bed all day.”

“We just woke up,” you squeak out with a giggle, as he pulls you back against him, “Already need a nap?”

“After that workout?” He laughs, kissing your neck, “Uh… yeah!”

Dieter’s eyelids are heavy. He felt calm, more at peace than he has been for years, having you back in arms, the comforting weight of you next to him. The hint of your perfume surrounding him, causing him to quickly drift back to sleep.

- - -

“Dieter wake up!” Mark shouts, “Time to go.”

Dieter jumps, how long had he been asleep? The room is dark as Mark flings the gray curtains open allowing the sun to burst in.

“What the fuck?” Dieter groans, covering his face with the pillow next to him, blocking the sun from his eyes. His sleep-addled brain hasn’t registered what’s happened.

“Come on, man,” Mark says more sternly, grabbing the covers to pull off of Dieter, “Gotta get Peanut.”

“Peanut?” Dieter asks, flipping the pillow off his face, sitting up taking in his surroundings, “No, no, no. This isn’t right.”

He looks around at the gray bedding, the curtains, the walls. Where’s your house? He was just there, wasn’t he? Was it just a dream after all?

“Yes. Peanut,” Mark says, giving him a confused look, “Lexi, Your daughter.”

“I know who Peanut is, Mark.” Dieter snaps, “But she won’t let me see her.”

“Dieter,” Mark scolds, “Do not tell me you've been using again.”

“What? No!”

“You’ve had your daughter every other week for years now.” Mark explains, “Are you sure you're not using anything?”

“You mean, I have custody?” Dieter asks, beginning to choke up, tears threatening to spill from his eyes.

Whatever Willow did, it worked, well kind of. If Dieter had some sort of custody of Lexi that means he must have changed something going back in time.

“I gotta go see Willow.”

“Willow?” Mark asks, shaking his head, “Dieter, you don’t have time to go on some wild goose chase looking for whoever it is you’re talking about.”

Dieter rushes out of bed, grabbing random clothes he finds throughout his room to throw on, running down the stairs to find his crocs.

“Dieter!” Mark shouts after him.

“I gotta fix it, Mark,” Dieter yells back, finding his car keys, and opening the front door, “I gotta fix it!”

—

“Willow!” Dieter bellows, bursting into Vixen’s, “It worked! It kind of worked!”

He hears a crash a couple aisles over and a gah-damnit!, before Willow appears at the front of the shop.

“The hell you comin’ in here yellin’ about?” Willow asks, rubbing the top of her head, “You made me drop a jar of Dragon’s blood on my damn head. I do not need any more feminine power right now!”

“Sorry,” Dieter chuckles, “I think we need to do the ritual again. I have custody!”

“Custody?” Willow asks, confused.

“Custody of my kid, Willow!” Dieter says, gripping her shoulders giving her a little shake, “All I did was fall asleep, had a crazy vivid sex dream about my girl and now I have custody! I’ve never even met my daughter!”

“Alright, alright, alright,” Willow says, wiggling out of his grip, “Don’t touch me and I don’t wanna hear about your weird sex dreams but come on back.”

He follows her through the dark hall, to her office, the white sage and mullein is lit, the tea is brewed while Willow chants the magic words. He chugs it again. The warm liquid tingled in his throat as it went down.

“Not as bad the second time,” he sputters out through a cough, “Should you make extra so I can take it home?”

“Not how it works,” Willow chuckles, “Gonna have to come see me. Door will always be open.”

“I don’t understand how this is working at all,” Dieter admits, “All I did was go to sleep?”

“Maybe in your sleep is when you’re traveling,” Willow shrugs, “I won’t lie, I’m not sure how it works either. Remember, I’m new at this.”

—

Dieter leaves Vixen’s, feeling on top of the world as he makes his way to your house. He cannot believe he’s about to see his kid for the first time, well maybe not the first time but it is for this Dieter. He pulls up to the address he found saved into his phone under your name, taking a deep breath before getting out of his car.

He makes his way to the front door. It’s a different house than the last time he showed up, hoping you’d forgive him for running off and taking forever to get his shit together. Taking a deep breath he presses the doorbell, hearing the chime inside.

“Daddy!” He hears screeched from behind the door before it opens. A little girl looks up at him with wide brown eyes and soft curls.

“You came to get me!” She exclaims, grabbing his hand with both of her little ones and pulling him through the entrance.

“Y-yeah, I did,” Dieter murmurs, unable to stop staring at the back of her head. Her hair bounces with every step she takes as she continues babbling at him about something.

“Hey Dieter,” you smile at him from the couch with a book in your hand, “She’s been super excited for you to get her this week. Thank you again for keeping her an extra week.”

“Extra week?”

“Please don’t tell me you forgot,” you groan, “Dee, you promised me you wouldn’t forget! This is super important! Joel’s taking me to meet his family.”

“Joel?” Dieter asks, clenching his jaw, fingers flexing of his free hand against his thigh. Of course, Joel is still present.

You study his face, taking in the tension rolling off him in waves, putting your book down and getting off the couch.

“Peanut, baby,” you say in a sweet tone, “Why don’t you go upstairs and get your stuff ready so you can go have fun at Daddy’s?”

“Okay,” she chirps, climbing the steps to the second floor. Leaving the two of you alone.

“Dee?” You ask, approaching him, “You doing okay?”

“Yeah, fine,” Dieter lies with a nod of his head, “Just forgot you have plans next week.”

“Look,” you start, gripping his hand, “I know this whole thing is weird for you but I know one day you’re going to find someone to love,” Dieter’s thumb begins to rub against your fingers softly, noting the absence of a ring on your hand.

“You don’t get it,” Dieter scoffs, shaking his head, “It’s you. I want to be with you.”

“We tried Dieter,” you say, giving him a sympathetic smile, “We just aren’t meant to be.”

- - -

When he wakes next, Dieter is blinded by the brightness of the room, closing his eyes again, not ready to get up.

“Daddy,” a little voice says, poking his cheek with tiny fingers.

He groans feeling a weight on top of his chest. He can hear you humming softly downstairs in the kitchen, little fingers continue poking at his face trying to wake him.

“Peanut,” he chuckles, “Why are you poking my face?”

“Time to wake up!” She announces, standing up on chunky legs before plopping her butt back down. Dieter lets out a grunt before opening his eyes, spotting the soft yellow walls of the room. He can’t stop the smile forming on his face. He’s back to where he wants to be, this timeline seeming to be much better than the present.

“Come here,” Dieter playfully growls, tickling Lexi’s sides. Her high pitched squeals echoing throughout the house.

“Breakfast is ready!”

“Hear that Peanut?!” Dieter asks enthusiastically, “Momma made breakfast!”

“Breakfast!” Lexi shouts, throwing her arms up in the air, “I hungry!”

Dieter scoops her up as he gets out of bed, carrying the toddler with him down the stairs to the kitchen.

“Morning,” you hum, smiling at both of them, “The contractor was supposed to be here earlier but he overslept so said he’d be by soon.”

“Oh?” Dieter asks, setting Lexi down into her booster seat as if he’s done this every day, “Who’d we hire again?”

“Dieter, I swear,” you laugh, rolling your eyes, “You’d be so lost without me.”

“You have no idea,” he murmurs, kissing the side of your head as he grabs the plates of food you had set out, giving one to Lexi and sitting down next to her to eat his own.

“It’s Miller Bros,” you huff, “And no, they’re not like the Mario Brothers from Nintendo,” you add after seeing Dieter’s head perk up. You always were good about knowing what was on his mind.

“So, what’s the plan for today?” Dieter asks, stabbing his fork into the eggs, “Besides the contractor coming, I mean.”

“I don’t know,” you say, shrugging. The rest of the meal went on, the scraping of silverware against plates and random chatter from Lexi the only things to be heard. It was eerie how quiet you were, Dieter stared at you as you scrolled mindlessly on your phone. He can’t pinpoint what’s going on but he feels there is something different here. Lexi finishes her breakfast, scooting off her booster and running off to watch TV.

“Is everything okay?” Dieter asks, fidgeting with the fork in his hand, he can’t risk losing you but he needs to know the answer.

“No,” you admit quietly, “I just- I don’t know what to do anymore Dee.”

“What do you m-“ he tries, the doorbell chiming interrupting his sentence.

“That must be the contractor,” you sigh, “Wanna start the dishes while I get the door?”

“Uh, yeah,” Dieter nods, “Sure.”

He gathers the dishes, rinsing each item before putting them in the dishwasher, hearing you speak with the contractor.

“I’m so sorry ma’am,” the contractor says with a gruffness in his voice, “Would’a been here earlier but my idiot brother wrote the time down wrong.”

“No worries,” you reply in a cheery tone, “You deserve the extra sleep, you work so hard.”

Dieter hears a deep chuckle from the man and a thank you, you’re too kind darlin’. It makes his stomach twist, he knows who this is. Joel fucking Miller. Can he not escape this guy?

Dieter slams the dishwasher closed, pacing throughout the kitchen. In his present time, the man is there. Now in his supposed past the man shows up too?! He wishes he could call Willow but a quick google search shows that Vixen’s doesn’t exist just yet, groaning as he tosses his phone onto the counter. What is he supposed to do?

He sees through the doorway how you look at Joel, the sparkle in your eyes, the way you seem almost bashful as Joel continues to talk about the most mundane things. Dieter can’t help the idea that’s popped into his head as he makes his way to the couch, sitting with your shared daughter as she watches cartoons.

It wouldn’t be the craziest thing he suggested, he’s Dieter Bravo. He’s definitely said worse things in interviews. He continues watching the two of you, the slight smirk on Joel’s face, the shy smile gracing your own.

Maybe if you fucked Joel you’d get it out of your system.

Dieter sees the attraction to Joel, of course he does. He’s rough, burly, and has that southern charm about him. The way his shirt hugs his biceps, his jeans clinging to his thighs. Joel clears his throat and Dieter snaps his head up, finding Joel staring directly at him, having been caught ogling he can feel his face turning a shade darker. You smile at Dieter, covering your mouth while a giggle escapes your lips.

“I’m gonna get started on the bathroom,” Joel says, eyeing Dieter on the couch, “Don’t let me interrupt your morning, Hollywood,” he adds with a wink.

You make your way to the couch, curling into Dieter’s side.

“So,” you giggle, with that sparkle still in your eyes, “Joel, huh?”

“Joel,” Dieter smirks, wrapping his arm around you, nodding his head. He brings you closer to his side, kissing your temple, before he scoops Lexi into his other side, keeping both his girls close to him.

- - -

“Dieter,” Mark says, giving Dieter’s shoulder a shove, “Need to wake up, you’re home.”

“Home?” Dieter grumbles, scrubbing his hands down his face, he feels metal on one of his fingers. Eyes popping open, he spots a band on his left hand. Married. He’s married?

“Yeah, home,” Mark chuckles, “And don’t worry. I took care of everything so the three of you could spend some time together for the next couple days.”

Dieter grins, saying your name out loud quizzically, he needs to make sure it worked this time. Mark nods, he gets to spend time with his girls. His girls. Dieter hops out of the car, grabbing the duffle bag from the backseat.

“Thanks for the ride Mark,” he hollers as he makes his way to his front door, shaking with nerves as he stands there. Taking a deep breath he opens the door to find the house covered in darkness, flipping on the light he takes in the room before him. Toys, books, and small shoes scattered around. His smile grows wider as he hears a noise from upstairs.

You must be upstairs waiting for him. Dieter sets his duffle bag down next to the door before flinging his crocs off on his way up the stairs. The door of the master bedroom is opened by a jar and he can hear grunts coming from within.

Fuck, Dieter thinks, manly grunts can only mean one thing.

He tiptoes to the door opening it more, seeing you naked on your knees before Joel. His thick cock in your mouth as you bob your head faster along his length.

“S’it baby,” Joel groans, throwing his head back as you take more of him down your throat, “So fucking good at that.”

You’re moaning as he grips your head, holding you on his cock.

“Fuck,” Dieter whispers, feeling his dick twitch with interest, watching you gag on Joel’s length. Joel’s head snaps towards the doorway.

“Ya just gonna stand there Hollywood or ya gon’ join?” Joel smirks, eyeing Dieter up and down, “We’ve missed you.”

You moan, pulling off Joel's cock with a soft pop, twisting your body to see Dieter.

“Hi baby,” you purr at him, “Glad that you’re home.”

Dieter stands there frozen, watching you stroke Joel’s shaft with a sly grin.

This present time is nice, Dieter thinks with a smirk on his face, I can live with this.

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upat4amwiththemoon · 2 years ago

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OH LORD I HAVE A REQUEST

What do you think of this

Wanda or Natasha over hear a conversation between r and a friend that she's having over, speaking about a new teacher who apparently look like a sweetheart and hears r saying she has a crush on this woman

I just love how you write so I'll let you handle everything else, just giving you the big idea yknow 👀

Innocent crush

Summary: Everyone has that one teacher.

Pairing: WandaNat x daughter!reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 677

a/n: I have a confession to make..I never had a crush on a teacher

Tags: @thought-of-you-and-me @rafecameronswhore @emsmultiverse @natashamaximoff69

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“No, you don’t get it, she’s such a sweetheart.” Y/N groans, flopping down to the bed. “And she’s so fricking hot.”

Kate laughs, laying next to Y/N. Despite being in the same school, she has actually never had classes with the teacher her friend is currently crushing on. “I’m sure she is.”

With a dreamy sigh, she stares at the roof. “I might be delusional, but I’m pretty sure she pays more attention to me than the rest of the class.”

“Oh, totally not delusional.”

“I know right!” Y/N raises to lean on one of her elbows. “She keeps staring at me.”

“My math teacher keeps ranting about his divorce to us.”

When the conversation changes and the two girls’ laughter can be heard through the door, Wanda sneaks off to the living room with a fruit plate in her hand. She’s not one to eavesdrop, usually, but her daughter just happened to be talking about a crush when she was going to bring them snacks.

She sets the plate down to the table and sits next to Natasha on the couch, taking her attention off of the book she’s reading. “Y/N has a crush.”

“Oh?” Putting the book down, Natasha turns to Wanda with raised brows.

“On the new teacher she has.” She states. “She said she is fricking hot.”

Natasha chuckles, “is she still too scared to curse?”

“Yes, and rightly so.”

“You curse like a sailor.”

Mumbling off the accusation, Wanda turns back to the matter in hand. “Our daughter has a crush on an older woman.”

“I’m sure it’s fine. Isn’t it normal for students to have crushes on teachers?” Wanda shrugs. Neither of the women had a normal upbringing, nor crushes on teachers, considering school wasn’t a bog part of their lives. “As long as the teacher doesn’t do anything inappropriate, everything should be okay.”

“Shouldn’t we still talk about it to her?”

“Then she’d know you were eavesdropping.

“I wasn’t-“ Wanda sighs and rolls her eyes, not trying to argue against the accusation, “we’ll just have to find a way to be subtle about it.”

Unfortunately, subtlety wasn’t the ex-Avengers’ strength when it came to their daughter.

“So,” Wanda starts as they’re eating dinner together, “any new crushes?” She asks with a seemingly innocent smile on her face.

“No.”

Humming, Wanda stares at her daughter. Y/N pays no mind to it, continuing eating in silence, while Natasha hides her grin by taking a sip of her drink. “How’s the new teacher? She any good?”

“Yeah, she’s alright.”

“Is she good looking?”

Now Y/N lifts her head to look at Wanda, her brows are scrunched together. “That’s weird, mom.”

“Is it?”

“Yeah.” Natasha comments with a laugh, ignoring the look her wife sends her.

Setting down her fork, Wanda lets her hands lay on the table. “I was just wondering, you know, if she was your type, or anything like that.”

Y/N squints her eyes, staring at Wanda. “You were eavesdropping me and Kate.” She states, annoyed her mom can’t stop meddling into her things.

She huffs, “it wasn’t eavesdropping. I was bringing you two snacks and overheard your conversation.”

“We never got any snacks.”

“Well, I left after I had the conversation.” She mumbles, picking up her fork again so she wouldn’t have to see the annoyed look on her daughter’s face. “It really isn’t my fault when you talk so loudly.”

“Mom!”

“I’m sorry. I just want to make sure, that nothing…inappropriate is going on.”

“Gross, mom.” Y/N pushes her almost empty plate away. “It’s just a crush, I’m not sending her nude pictures or anything like that.”

Natasha gives her a look, “you better not be sending any nudes to anyone.”

With a groan, Y/N stands up. “I am not sending nudes to anyone. Remind me to tell Kate I’ll start hanging out at her house from now on.” She walks away from the table.

“Now I’m worried about the nudes.” Wanda mumbles.

“We should check her phone, right?”

“Yeah.”

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zalrb · 3 months ago

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PLL 2x19 Review - As Per Anon Request

Hanna is seriously way too calm for being framed for sending naked pictures of her step sister to the entire school.

Which Kate probably did herself but whatever.

Spencer is me every time Emily opens her mouth

"I'M NOT SCARED." Why is Emily even here honestly.

"Rosewood High has a zero tolerance policy for bullying" would she not be expelled?

LMAO they're given group work? Hanna doesn't even get suspended? I would be furious as Kate's mom. Sue the school! Sue the school! Like her daughter is a monster but she doesn't have all the facts sooooo sue the school!

Hair is back.

Hair's hair is quasi-hairing with his little fuck boy swoop.

Still looking confused as ever.

Hanna's mom is absentee for real though because like Hanna starts the show shop lifting, she crashes her ex boyfriend's car, she hides a boy in the house, she tries to ruin her father's wedding, she's caught with an apparent murder weapon, she says she's been framed and she's been hit by a car, like would you not be like my child is in CRISIS? and her just being like oh, yeah, you can tell me who you think sent this picture from your phone is such a muted response and her just walking away when Hanna won't say anything?

Honestly, one thing I really do love about T70S is how much Red and Kitty are a part of the kids' lives. Even The OC, at least season 1, was fairly decent at this, and the kids still got up to their shenanigans but Sandy and Kirsten weren't complete idiots.

At least Jenna isn't in black today.

OK but what is Shay's deal actually though. Like if she's not doing the Emily face it's like she's trying to do a smirky-sassy face, which makes sense why she found her calling as Peach because that's all she does.

"But now you make one mistake and you're tarnished." I mean, you were caught with a murder weapon, Emily. Nobody else knows what's going on.

Jenna is so not a teenager, it's hilarious.

His hair reminds me of a helmet and curtains at the same time

Aria's cracking me the fuck up because she's acting like she's just a spectator between this Caleb/Jenna thing, like oooh damn, what's the tea?

You know that meme, "it's always 2 dumb bitches telling each other 'exactlyyy'"? That's what I think of every time I see Aria and Emily in a scene alone together. Like, them deciding to call the number back together has me like, by yourselves? Did Spencer sanction this? Hanna? Are you qualified to do this?

Because now look. You don't know what to say and you just let that person hang up on you.

Caleb casually saying he lived in a sewer. I mean, it could be a joke but I do think he actually literally lived in the school vents now, so you know, it might not be hyperbole.

See, like, if you two are on the roof, sitting next to each other, and Caleb is supposed to be comforting her or trying to comfort her

and her being like "just hold me OK? that will help me" doesn't make this better, he should JUST be doing it and if the point is that how he shows his protectiveness is by wanting to DO something so he wants her phone, he still needs the Stefan stare, like PLEASE let me help you

give me that Brucas comfort

Granted, the principal taking a bribe from a parent whose kid was caught tagging is hypocritical but also, he wasn't accused of murder, lmao.

"Honey, you can't be a shark if you're toothless." Lmao, I know that because it's the show, Mona getting involved in the A shit wouldn't matter but seriously, she would get results.

Melissa and Hair making out is lmao considering they're half-siblings. So we do have some actual incest on this show.

L M A O. "My parents are illiterate"??? WHY would the show put this as one of the confessions?? Like, "I'm afraid of my dad" "I've never been kissed" "I'm still a virgin" "I know who killed Alison" fine, that all seems to mesh together, but My parents are illiterate is just SO random in this context?

"Maybe someone threw him out with the rest of the garbage" not even trash?

I swear to god if Caleb is thrown off the roof and Aria remains unthreatened....

Nah, Caleb's just chillin in a classroom.

So is Aria going to be thrown from the roof?

Oh my god, Spencer, spit it out.

Or is Aria just going to be stuck on the roof.

Or is the shadow just Holden.

Christmas and Holden. Wow, this girl's life is really never in danger.

Mona blackmailed a whole ass principal for her and Emily doesn't even say thank you.

"Hey, do you know where my mom is?" Would he even know who your mom is, Spencer.

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noturlondonboy · 8 months ago

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If Kate + Kate Makes Two… (Prt. 3)

-Bishova/Kate Bishop Selfcest Miniseries

Requested by @selfcestmovies

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Pairing: Kate Bishop x Yelena Belova x Kate Bishop

Summary: The unlikely trio returns back to Past Kate’s apartment, where some odd, unforeseen chemistry builds when Yelena is attempting to make macaroni.

Warnings/tags: touches of angst, hints of Kate x Kate, silly lesbians being gay, not proof read, idk what to put really

A/N: part 3! Took me long enough… either way enjoy and share your thoughts <33

Kate is barely aware of two different pairs of hands gently tugging her away from Dr. Strange’s sanctum, one pair familiar, one pair even more so. The freezing January air is cold and dark on her face and in her eyes, but she suddenly feels much too warm, and without much thinking, she unzips her coat and pulls it from her body. There are a few protests that don’t register in her ears, but ultimately, neither Yelena or Other Kate stop her.

Kate trudges ahead of them in a daze, her feet dragging on the pavement as she weaves aimlessly through the late night New York crowds on the sidewalk. Wanda’s voice rings over and over in her head, stuffing her ears painfully with cotton.

We don’t know if we can get you back.

She rubs tiredly at her face, lips pulling into a frown. There was too much to think about. Too much to consider.

From behind her, Yelena and Other Kate watch apprehensively, the archer eerily silent and the assassin quietly contemplative. Yelena lets her gaze drift between the two women. She feels a bit lost in thought, and more than anything, unsure of what to do next.

Wanda’s assurances of her and Strange working to find a solution for their current predicament had been half-hearted at best, and the poorly hidden worried look on the witch’s face left an aftertaste of anxiety in Yelena’s mouth. The entire situation was so strange, and this older Kate Bishop may not be the one she was dating, but still- it hurt to see her struggling like this.

“So…” Kate says from beside her, kicking at a few rocks as they walk with her hand stuffed in her pockets. “We probably need to figure out where she’s gonna stay.”

Yelena nods absently, her fingers tangling with her girlfriend’s. “Yeah. I guess she would probably be most comfortable in her own- in your apartment, yes?”

Kate’s lips pull into a small frown as she takes Yelena’s hand. “Yeah, probably.”

They silently watch older Kate trudge along in front of them, her pace lost and uneven as her head hangs down.

“I cannot even begin to understand how weird this must be for her,” the blonde murmurs, tilting her chin softly.

“Yeah, I’m feeling pretty thrown off too, and I’m still where I’m supposed to be.”

Yelena hums a soft breath, her mind distant the entire walk back to Kate’s apartment. When they arrive at the door, older Kate stares at it for a moment before her unfocused gaze turns to them, and she backs up a few steps.

Kate fumbles for her keys for a moment before pushing the door to the apartment open and leading them inside, and she and Yelena kick their shoes off and hang up jackets. Older Kate stays where is, just barely within the threshold of the apartment, her coat hanging limply in her arms as she stares blankly at the floor.

Kate and Yelena share a silent look for a moment before the archer approaches quietly, pushing away the unease that was still settled in her gut at seeing her own face in front of her without a mirror- albeit a tad more weathered, a few scrapes and bruises here and there, some piercings she didn’t have yet, and longer hair. But this was still her- her own self, her own body, her own mind.

And she- they?- were rightfully freaking out.

“Kate?”

Older Kate’s eyes snap up to meet hers, and once again, the strange feeling of having an identical gaze looking back at her washes just underneath her skin.

“I would ask if you’re okay but-”

“-that would be a silly question,” Older Kate finishes for her.

Kate gives a weak grin and nods, biting back a joke about finishing each other’s sentences. Older Kate is doing the same.

“Okay, well… you probably need to eat something, yeah? We didn’t have breakfast and I have no idea when you last had food before you… came here.”

Older Kate is silent for a moment, a muscle in her jaw ticking as she swallows. Kate finds her eyes following the movement, a strange feeling in her gut before she tears her gaze away and sees herself staring back with an unreadable expression.

It’s silent in the apartment for a moment, only broken by Yelena shuffling around in the main room somewhere behind them. Eventually Older Kate nods, the movement tense and small.

Kate clears her throat and takes a step back, not remembering when they had gotten so close. Her socked feet shuffle for a moment, and she stares down at them, counting the puppies decorating her toes to help calm herself before she looks back up and steadies the smile back onto her face.

“Okie dokie then, uh, righto!”

RIGHTO? Girl what the fuck?!

Older Kate giggles at the same time that Kate cringes outwardly, a flush on both their cheeks.

“Okay! Moving on!” Kate is quick to clap her hands and whirl back around to face her girlfriend, who is looking equal parts amused and concerned, and the strange feeling in her stomach finally fades as she creates some distance between herself and… herself.

“Let me guess- macaroni?” Yelena says softly, a kind smile on her beautiful face as she continues to tidy up the apartment and pick up all the dog toys that had someone become a mess even with the animals themselves with Clint for the week.

Something in Kate’s chest eases at the suggestion, and she nods eagerly, turning back to Older Kate to see her reaction. The other archer is smiling weakly, her eyes still a little dazed but overall looking more grounded. “That would be amazing, thank you.”

They work quickly after that, Yelena making Older Kate rest on the couch as Kate starts the water pot boiling on the stove. Yelena takes over quickly from there, not trusting the archer to even properly boil water, but Kate can’t even fight her on that point, because it’s valid and founded on truth.

She instead does her part by wrapping her lithe arms around Yelena’s waist carefully, enjoying the catch in her girlfriend’s breath as she rests her cheek on the back of her neck, her breath warm and gently ruffling the golden baby hairs on her nape. “This okay?” Kate asks quietly, swaying slowly.

“Yes, this is more than okay,” is Yelena’s gentle response, her cheeks blazing and eyes focused on the noodles in front of her. This relationship was still rather new to them, and understandably, the assassin wasn’t exactly used to touches that were gentle and loving opposed to the harsh beating a baton could bring.

Kate hums softly and nuzzles into the warm skin of Yelena’s neck, content to be close and enjoy the quiet after the turbulence of the past 24 hours.

Not even a few moments later, there are soft footsteps from behind them, and Older Kate is suddenly there, her warmth on Kate’s back and her palms on the archer’s hands where they rest tentatively on Yelena’s stomach. “If you really wanna see her blush,” Older Kate murmurs gently, her breath hot on both Kate and Yelena’s cheeks, “then you gotta just, kinda…”

She’s gentle as she maneuvers Kate’s hands a little lower down the assassin’s abdomen, settling them just a little under where her belly button is. She curls Kate’s fingers down so that the archer is effectively pressing her hands into the soft tissue of Yelena’s gut, and the noise that sounds in her girlfriend’s throat makes her nearly dizzy.

They’re both stock-still as Older Kate finishes maneuvering her younger self, and Kate is so transfixed by the warm body pressed so close behind her that she doesn’t think to move her hands away from where they’ve been placed in the scenario that Yelena is made uncomfortable by it. Except, hadn’t Older Kate said… what was it? Really make her blush?

Kate comes back into herself just enough to peer at her girlfriend, and the blush coating Yelena’s face is bright and hot enough to radiate from her skin. A sense of cocky self-satisfaction settles into her chest, but it’s quickly replaced with her own flustered bewilderment when Older Kate ghosts a gentle hand over the right side of Yelena’s neck. Her eyes are focused for the first time since they got back to the apartment, and she carefully watches Yelena’s face as if trying to gauge her reactions as her touch moves over her skin. “And, if you…”

Kate watches silently, her eyes wide, lips parted, and that strange feeling bubbling back up in her stomach as Older Kate reaches a spot on the junction on Yelena’s neck and shoulder that makes the blonde stiffen even further, her lips quivering. That makes Older Kate smile almost wolfishly, and it feels like an out-of-body experience when the archer gently rests her palm on the back of Kate’s head to guide her closer to the assassin’s neck.

“See that cute little freckle right there?”

Kate nods almost numbly, every ounce of control focused on not melting under the older woman’s touch, even though it’s not even directed at her. She sees what she’s talking about- a small freckle that graces Yelena’s skin above the edge of her clavicle, one of many.

“If you kiss right there, she’ll react so nicely.” The older archer’s voice is almost a low rumble, her tone holding a teasing quality that makes both Kate and Yelena weak in the knees. Yelena, because she was not used to any version of Kate Bishop talking even in her general direction like that, and Kate, because- because…?

”How do you…?” Kate starts, but she stops herself quickly, already knowing the answer to her unfinished question. Of course this Older Kate would know what made Yelena tick- she had been dating the assassin much longer than her younger self at her own point in time.

Older Kate says nothing, but her eyes are imploring, and because it’s her own gaze staring right back at her, Kate knows exactly what she’s silently telling her.

“Yelena…?” she whispers softly, her lips pressed to the assassin’s ear. The woman is still trembling slightly, heat coursing through her body from the overwhelming sensation of two fucking Kate Bishops. Right there. Pressed up against her. Oh my fucking god.

“It's okay,” she responds back, her voice tight and embarrassingly high pitched. “You can.”

Older Kate’s hand is still resting on the back of Kate’s head, whether she even realizes it or not, and it’s doing weird things to her body. She takes a moment to just breathe before carefully pressing her lips to Yelena’s neck, right over the blemish on her skin, and the blonde’s reaction is instantaneous.

Her head tips back slightly, her bottom lip pressed sharply between her teeth and her eyes fluttered shut. Kate is emboldened, kissing a little harder, and she likely would’ve kept going had the pot not chosen that exact moment to boil over and splatter scalding water over the stove.

All three of them yelp and jump back, and while Yelena distracts herself from the heat in her stomach by tutting and taking care of the mess, Older Kate seems to fully realize how close she had been to the two women who actually belonged in this reality, and she heads back to the couch, shaking out her hand with burning cheeks. Kate watches her go with a slack jaw and dazed eyes, unsure of what to do about the thoughts swirling in the base of her skull.

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emotionallychargedtowel · 10 months ago

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I was tagged for this by @lurkingshan and it looked like fun, so I made up a way to participate even though I don't listen to music on any of those services that people tend to use for these things. The closest I get is listening to things on youtube so I made a list of songs the YT algorithm suggested to me. That list was a bit long so I used a random number generator to pick ten. Well, I really hit paydirt. I couldn't have come up with a better list if I had chosen it all myself.

And then weeks went by and I sat on this nearly-finished post for no good reason! Now I'm dusting it off and getting it out of my drafts.

I'm never big on tagging people on these things, it makes me incredibly anxious. But after this much time has passed, I really can't imagine doing it. That said, if anyone reads this and feels inspired to do it too, please consider yourself tagged.

Orange Juice - I Can’t Help Myself

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One of the best tracks on my favorite Orange Juice album. This is a really good distillation of their sound that shows their influences really clearly (postpunk, classic soul, the Velvet Underground, Chic, the Buzzcocks, etc. etc.) while showing how they did something with them that's completely their own. It doesn't hurt that no one sounds quite like Edwyn Collins.

SZA - Ghost in the Machine

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For a couple of years now I've been trading song recommendations with a close friend of mine. In other words, we take turns giving each other a song to listen to. It's been great, in part because our tastes are pretty danged different (though with enough overlap to have common ground). I've found out about a lot of amazing stuff through her but I don't think there's a song that has stuck with me more from this project than Ghost in the Machine. This song just keeps giving me goosebumps after...it's been a year and change, I think.

Taemin - Criminal

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Years ago I asked my old internet friend Kate (who I've been interacting with since our livejournal days) about kpop. She has always been better than I am at keeping up with new music and I knew she knew a thing or two about it. She gave me a short list of songs to check out and Criminal was on it. It didn't quite click at first but it stuck in my brain somehow. I came back to it later and boom. It clicked big time. It reminds me of a few things. The la-la-la part definitely has a debt to Kylie Minogue's Can't Get You Out of My Head and the lead-up to the chorus reminds me of Roy Orbison's I Drove All Night. It has a retro quality that probably makes it more palatable to a middle-aged listener like myself but when I hear the synthpop tones of my childhood through a contemporary filter I don't get nostalgia so much as a distorted time-warp feeling (in a nice way).

Brave Girls - We Ride

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A while back I was emailing back and forth with another friend of mine who I talk to about music a lot--wow, I didn't know that was going to be such a theme here, but I love it--and we were talking about new and old East Asian pop genres. He made me a list of a few recent kpop and jpop songs that he thought were reminiscent of city pop, an 80s genre out of Japan that's a favorite of his. There were quite a few winners on that list but this song is the one I've listened to the most. There's another theme: sounds from my formative years filtered through a contemporary lens. I can see why my friend associated it with city pop. The combination of disco/funk elements (like that choppy Nile Rodgers guitar part) and soft pop (the harmonies, the synth strings) fits right into that category. These elements were everywhere when I was a kid but they didn't get put together in this way.

Tsunami - Be Like That

This song about a has-been ex-boyfriend is more relatable to me in my 40s than it was when I first heard it in my 20s, but that's how old Jenny Toomey was when she wrote it. I've never gotten super into Tsunami despite liking a couple of their songs quite a lot (this one, and Valentine, from their album Deep End). I should probably revisit them. They always had a way with washy guitars and interesting chords, and Jenny Toomey's voice is legendary for a reason. (The version of I Only Have Eyes for You that she recorded with Grenadine, her side project with Mark Robinson from Unrest and the drummer from the Eggs, makes really good use of that voice. It's fucking exquisite and literally gives me goosebumps.)

Spoon - Me and the Bean

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This one's a bit personal. I was active in the indie rock scene in Austin in the early 'aughts when Spoon was transitioning from their status as a cautionary tale of major label abandonment* into the period where they reached greater heights on an indie than that major label ever would have allowed. That scene wasn't very big so it's not surprising that in addition to Girls Can Tell-era Spoon being nearly omnipresent for a period of my life, I also have some personal connections there. Anyway, people seldom notice that this song is a cover. I never saw the Sidehackers, the band who originally performed the song (I'm not sure if they even managed to record it). But if this song ends up being what people remember most about them, it would make a respectable legacy. I don't know the later Spoon stuff as well as this era, but back then, there weren't a lot of Spoon originals that were as overtly emotional as this one. (You didn't typically hear a line like "I have your blood inside my heart" in an original Spoon song.) Britt Daniel may not have written this, but he doesn't hold back in his performance. So I always appreciated how it balanced out the more emotionally reserved style of the other songs on Girls Can Tell.

*They channeled the experience into songwriting to good effect. "The Agony of Lafitte," about the A&R guy that signed them to Elektra before the label screwed them over, is probably my favorite Spoon song.

the Chills - Pink Frost

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I feel like so much has been written about this song that there isn't much point trying to say anything about it. It has a truly important place in the history of New Zealand indie music, and the events surrounding it are pretty interesting. But mostly it's just a really well-crafted piece of dark, sneakily poppy post-postpunk. Among people my age with similar tastes to mine, I can't think of a song that ended up on more mixtapes. (Though a friend of mine always used to say he regretted that he couldn't really put it on mixtapes for girls he was interested in because of the whole murdered girlfriend aspect of it.)

Veronica Falls - Misery

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This song is obscenely catchy. It only takes one listen to get me singing it to myself in the kitchen for months. It's pretty fun to sing to oneself, in the kitchen or otherwise, but I'm sure it would be a million times more so if you could reproduce the harmonies with a partner. Veronica Falls really are unparalleled in the harmony department, and it's even more enjoyable because they usually use those pretty harmonies to sing about morbid, depressing things. And that juxtaposition never feels like a schtick to me, which it easily could in the wrong hands.

Bolbbalgan4 - Dream

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I've gotten into quite a few songs because they were featured on kdramas, but this is the only song where it happened the other way around—I liked it first, then watched Hwarang because of it. There was a video for it on youtube with clips from the series and the song made the show seem more interesting. Not to imply anything negative about the series, I think there's a lot to be said for it. But it was this song that made me want to watch it. I love this kind of super emotional kpop song that's so plentiful in kdramas. Maybe it's because during the decades when rock music was de facto banned in South Korea the country's dominant genre was the ballad. Maybe it's because of that particular brand of despair that kdramas excel at so much, coming up in a slightly different setting. This type of song is just more emotional in a certain way that any other genre I've run across. And this particularly example is, to my mind, the pièce de résistance.

Shearwater - Breaking the Yearlings

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This is one of the highlights of Animal Life, which is my favorite Shearwater album. It took me a while to warm up to Shearwater. The thing that really sold me on them was going on a whim to see Jonathan Meiburg play a solo acoustic set in front of a tiny audience at the Cactus Cafe. I think maybe some friends of mine opened for him or something, because something must have gotten me in the door. I ended up being really glad I went. Meiburg's set was downright mesmerizing, and I was sold on Shearwater from that point on. This particular song gets in my head a lot because the washing machine in my building puts out this one repetitive tone when you're starting a load of clothes that is really close to the opening notes of this song.

#music meme thing #bolbbalgan4 #taemin #shearwater #tsunami the band #veronica falls #the chills #spoon the band #orange juice the band #brave girls #sza

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masterskywalkers · 4 months ago

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My obligatory 'I finished Veilguard' post, and boy oh boy, do I have thoughts...

... a lot of which are much more positive about this game than I would have expected them to be a year or so ago.

For the most part, Veilguard was fun. I loved the characters, the settings, being able to explore so many of the lands that we'd heard mention about in past games, but never got to 'see' before. Even the artstyle - which I must admit, I did not like at first glance - grew on me, despite how different it was from past games.

The story gave me what I wanted for ten years ago -- an end and a closure to what had been built in Inquisition/Trespasser with Solas. While the story we got was likely not the one originally intended, I am content with what we were given. For so long, I figured Dragon Age was on ice, and that we'd never see a fourth entry -- or worse, we would, but it would be a poor one that we wished we hadn't got. Especially with the way games like Anthem were handled beforehand. While the various complications happening behind the scenes are well known, I'm glad we got this.

There are a few annoyances I have; but that's more me being nitpicky as a long time fan of this series. I'll talk about this in the tag below, as some are a bit spoilery;

While I understood the recasting/casting of a different VA for Mythal, I am so saddened that Kate Mulgrew wasn't able to reprise her role for Flemeth. She has been one of my favourites since Origins, and it felt strange not having her a part of this entry. I really wished we could have had her even if it was just to voice Flemeth in the scene we can unlock of Solas killing her for her power, since that would be the last time we would see / hear her.

I wish we could have had a big DLC (sort of Trespasser or Awakening in size) that gave us an insight on what was going on the South. Sure, we get them through our Inquisitor's letters to Rook, but considering we've been there for three games and have such a connection to the lands and characters, I feel it was a missed opportunity not to do *something* set there. Maybe the retaking of Skyhold, or the fight to save a place like Orlais. (I'm just now reminded of the Origins DLC where you could play as a Darkspawn, and lmao I am now remembering how wild and fun some entries were). Or even a DLC where a third big bad had snuck it's way out during Solas' ritual and was causing havok in the South. Just something, so we could see the othersides' struggles.

Other people have mentioned it, and I'll mention it too: the Well of Sorrows decision from Inquisition needed to carry over and play a part here. Especially given Solas' reaction if your Inquisitor drank from it. Even if it was just something like visions of what Elgar'nan and Ghilan'nian wanted the world to look like if they emerged victorious, or visions that could act as cyptic warnings. (Also, what are the protectors of the well doing? Whose side are the likes of Abelas on? Imagine the Veil jumpers finding them!)

A minor thing, but one that did sour my run with Nassandra a bit ... they game really needed to decide if it wanted to punish you for certain decisions or not. I'm talking about the Minrathous vs. Treviso choice primarly. It felt weird to me that you could only lock yourself out of one romance - Lucanis' - and not the other way around. Both Neve and Lucanis are huge defenders and protectors of their respective cities, and, in my opinion, it should have been an all or nothing for both of them. If you're going to lock Lucanis for saving Minrathous, then you should lock Neve for saving Treviso. That was such a critical moment and the first critical decision for your Rook to make, and while I don't mind characters being locked based on decisions, it needed to be balanced better. I spent *so much* time working on aiding Treviso and donating most of my resources to their rebuilding, only to realise it didn't matter and did nothing in fixing the broken bond there - which is another option they could give, where you can only unlock the romances if you actually put in more hard work to do so, to show how committed your Rook is to aiding whichever city is at need.

Best surprises about Veilguard that I did not expect to love as much as I did:

The handling of Davrin's story + the griffons! I was so nervous when I first saw Assan, because I thought the devs were going back on their own lore for the griffons. But knowing that they respected the novel where the egg clutches are found, and you get to spend so much time with Davrin and Assan and the other griffons. He quickly became one of my favourite companions and I took every opportunity to spend time with him :')

Emmrich. Just, Emmrich. I've written a post before about how surprised I was with his character, how much I loved that he's a different take on a necromancer. Again, did not expect to love him as much as I did, but yet again, another well written character who brought his skeleton son with him.

Honestly, so many of these characters were surprises to me, but these two were the standout highlights for me.

The Solas and Varric reveal at the end. I had an inkling, but it was still heartbreaking to see play out.

The option of nice hair for once! (lmao, it was so nice to make a male character and not have to look through fifty shades of bald).

While I expected Dorian to have an apperance (and was so happy he did) it was also nice to see Maevaris, the Viper, mentions of other past characters doing things to help fight across the world (lmao, did not expect a Sebastian mention in my letters and yet there he was). Wish we could have seen a few more faces, but it was nice enough just to know they were there (although where are my Warden and Alistair???????)

And here I finish my post before it gets any longer, just to say that I hope Solas finds Hawke in the Fade, and that Hawke annoys the shit out of him for the rest of time.

#misc: personal #misc: gaming

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sarcasticsciencefictionwriter · 6 months ago

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Hi! choose violence ask game! 9, 12, 17, 20, and 23 😄

Hi! Thanks so much!!

9. worst part of canon

Will's downward spiral into a jerk. I liked him! (still do) Especially in seasons 1 and 2!

But all of the sudden he became such a jerk towards Helen, kind of possessive towards Abby's position in his life, and it's like whyyyyyyyyy. Why did you have to go and ruin him? I loved him as the gentle guide for the audience into the abnormal world and then he became that.

And then we only got a little bit of the good Will back right at the end because the show got cancelled. :(

12. the unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them

Ranna Seneschal! (I basically own her tumblr tag at this point 😆)

I know, I know she had very limited screentime and stuff.

But. Here's why more people should like her.

She's another character like Helen! She's a tough, hard-ass, no-nonsense woman in charge of a massive abnormal and human society! She's bonded to a hyper-species abnormal that is responsible for stopping both Hollow Earth and the surface from being destroyed!

She's an excellent counterpoint and mirror to Helen and there is so much that could be explored with her character. She clearly has emotional and moral complexities and depth (her feelings about Gregory's betrayal, going behind the Senate's back to revive everyone to save Kanaan and everyone else, embedding a hidden message to let Helen save Will when she wasn't supposed to).

I could probably go on, but those are the main reason. :)

17. there should be more of this type of fic/art

I feel like there should be more Sanctuary fanart in general. 😆

I'm not really sure, to be honest, I guess I've never thought about it before and I can't really think of anything off the top of my head. 😅

20. part of canon you found tedious or boring

Nothing for Sanctuary, really. I did find Kate and Garris's relationship kind of boring. There wasn't really anything compelling about it and I found it a boring point.

23. ship you've unwillingly come around to

I'm not sure if there is one? I'm pretty open to most ships, especially in Sanctuary.

Probably Helen/Abby thanks to @tinknevertalks. I didn't consider it before and I didn't think it would be interesting and I wasn't sure I liked them together, but her writing really brought me around to it.

#samabigailalan #thanks for the ask!#ask answered #choose violence

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theangiediary · 2 years ago

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people you'd like to know better tag thank youu @deanwinchesterpregnant @dyed-red

Last song: Outta Time - Natalia Kills (really the whole Trouble album) ((it IS a Dean song btw))

Currently watching: I've been having a weird time with visual media recently. Saw and disliked Barbie*, saw and loved Steel Magnolias. Very casually trying to get through late seasons spn.

Currently reading: Project Hail Mary by Andy Weir. It's good, a little slow. A friend recommended it so I'm trying to get through before I see him in a couple weeks so we can talk about it.

Current obsession: uh. Kink, maybe? Honestly I haven't had a good obsession in a minute, I miss it 😔 but I'm exploring that right now. Went to a waxplay workshop earlier this week, camp later in August (if you're a east coaster and know what I'm talking about... Uh hiii 👀). Getting myself so many presents :)

Tagging: I've seen many moots hit already so taking the lame way out and saying: if you see this, consider yourself tagged!

*Barbie critique (don't read it if you liked the movie ok I'm a hater it will just upset you) ⤵️

It was fine, for an ad. By their own admission Mattel has been struggling as a business, so this- along with the theme park they're building- is to create a "Universe" rather than just physical dolls. The in-movie criticism of Mattel doing things for money doesn't it not true. Look at the sheer volume of collabs, commericals, etc that's happening.

(Same with the "if you want to make this point about not being pretty don't hire Margot Robbie!". Like, cute 🙄. You still did though.)

And as a dyke I was irritated by the treatment of 'weird Barbie'. I had bad vibes from the trailer where Kate offered the Birkenstocks as "truth" and the heels as "ignorance". And the other Barbies calling her "broken" bc she "got played with too hard".... making her only role in Dreamland to "fix" other Barbies while being sooo scary..... ew.

Which leads me to something that really irritates me: people calling this movie "queer"! No! Obviously Weird Barbie (played by a lesbian, and since it relies so heavily on star power/meta it's pretty clear what they were doing) treated poorly, and then Alan.. well. I know some Twitter Gays/Bi love to be "ooh I'm so pathetic and scared 🥺" so great rep for them, but the Kens dance being "homoerotic" after immediately following his rampant misogyny, creepiness/sexualization of Barbie, etc is not, in my opinion, good!

The second half overall was just bad. Ferrera's speech was basic (we've been saying that for 40 years. Happy for you if it you took something from it but did nothing for me). Hated the "Girlbossing through playing a bimbo honeypot" 🙄. Sarcastically grateful that Ken thought the patriarchy was horses otherwise he might have put up a fight! And don't even.. listen I was ready for Barbie not to be Confirmed trans/ace/aro, okay I'm not an idiot, put the final moment being a bait and switch- "is she going to a job interview? NO big bright smile for the gynecologist!" made me so angry. They really said "human womanhood is defined by a pussy 🙂 Please still be pretty, hairless, and happy 🙂". Are you kidding me? #feminism ????

A much better film about womanhood, growing up, and mother-daughter relationships and frankly, queer rep, is Steel Magnolias (1989). Hooo boy. Actually cried. Without spoiling it bc you should watch it, the characters actually had personalities, and conflict, and it felt like you could (and would want to) walk right into Truvy's beauty shop and be part of something. Ouiser was my favorite of course.

#ask games #sorta #not spn #♥️♥️♥️#Spotify

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highly-opinionated-nerd · 1 month ago

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A little exercise in critical listening, just for fun:

I often have my students listen to different versions of the same song, and I ask them to tell me if they liked what they heard, but beyond that, they have to be able to tell me why. Research shows that you will likely make up your mind about liking something (or not) within a few seconds of listening to it, and not much will change that first impression. But you should always be able to really listen and zoom in on why. Was it the singer's voice, or their accent? Was it the instruments behind the voice? Was the song loud enough, or fast enough, to suit your tastes? What makes one recording better than another? You are allowed to like or dislike whatever, forever, and you are allowed to disagree with me, as long as you can tell me why.

Running Up That Hill is a great song to use for this little game of compare and contrast because, thanks to Stranger Things, everyone and their father's garage band has covered this song, and lots of those covers intentionally make really, really big style changes. I've gathered a few of em up here, if you care to play along. Let's take a listen:

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Original version by Kate Bush, 1985

In my opinion, Kate Bush does a great job of really pulling the emotion out of individual words throughout this song. It's pretty simple, honestly, and the instruments remain firmly in the background when it's the voice's turn to shine. This is the template all these other people are working off of:

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Placebo, 2015

(This one predates the Stranger Things of it all by quite a while, actually) I want to draw your attention here to the almost heartbeat-like drums in the background, the piano substituted for synth, and the very different way that this singer uses his voice. In your opinion, does this version carry the same emotion as the original?

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Loveless, 2022

We're doing something very different with the instruments right out the gate on this one- pay careful attention to how he shifts the vowels on the sustained 'you' and 'me' at about 38 seconds in, and see if you can catch the subtle vocal layering in the chorus

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Car Seat Headrest, 2021

The emphasis in this version is placed very strategically, in a little bit of a different way than the original does it, or what might be considered standard. It's also a minute and a half longer than the already 5 min original

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Postmodern Jukebox ft. Sweet Megg, 2022

Postmodern Jukebox exists to play the what if game, and take familiar and popular songs into different genres, so they tend to keep pretty stereotypically within the bounds of whatever that target genre is. I think that shows through clearly in the way the singer uses her voice here, her range and diction. (Watch through until the sax solo comes in, you won't regret it)

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Kim Petras, 2022

This one is very faithful to the original, but you'll probably notice that she's singing with a very noticeable modern pop accent layered on top of the original 80's instrumentals. People who like that seem to really like that, while people who don't really, really don't

Let me know in the tags or replies which version of the ones presented here was your favorite and why- it'll probably be pretty easy to pick a favorite, but don't forget the why, that part is important!

#music #running up that hill #shout out to Stranger Things BUT #also shout out to all the Destiel amvs that use the Placebo version that started me down this rabbit hole in the first place #as great as the original is I confess they got me with that Loveless one...#but it's not about me- tell me what you think!

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upat4amwiththemoon · 1 year ago

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Maybe could be considered a part 2 to Vigilante Shit but it would be Blackhill mom's officially meeting and talking to Kate. If you want more funny antics it could start with Kate seeking into R's room or something like that.

P.S. love your mom fics!

Vigilante shit | 2

Summary: Sneaking out to make out and beat bad people up.

Pairing: BlackHill x daughter!reader, Kate Bishop x female!reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 1424

a/n: blackhill <3 would recommend reading part 1

Tags: @thought-of-you-and-me @rafecameronswhore

masterlists | guidelines

All parts: part 1, part 2

It’s been two weeks since Natasha and Maria caught Y/N sneaking back to her room after a vigilante mission she had with her girlfriend Kate. Which means it’s also been two weeks since Y/N has seen Kate, as her mothers thought grounding her was needed. It probably was, but she can still be annoyed about it.

Y/N is sitting on her bed, reading Jane Eyre with music playing from her phone. Her moms are downstairs cooking dinner for the three of them. A sudden clattering sound makes Y/N moves her attention away from the book. She looks around her room, but notices nothing moving or changing, so she turns back to her book.

The clatter can be heard again.

This time Y/N slams her book down to her bed, though not before putting a bookmark to the page she was in. She stands up and walks around her room, looking around for anything out of order. Just as her gaze goes over to the window, a small rock hits it, making a clattering sound.

With a frown, she looks out from the closed window. “Kate?” She mumbles, unlocking the window quickly. “What are you doing here?” Y/N whisper shouts, her head leaning out the window.

“I’m here to save my princess! Have you seen her? Her mothers locked her into a tower.” Kate giggles, her hands over her mouth in a cup like way to make sure Y/N can hear her.

Y/N scoffs with a grin, “come inside, idiot.” She glances between Kate climbing up the fore ladder and her closed door, desperately hoping her mothers haven’t heard the commotion. “You know I’m grounded, right?” She mumbles when Kate is finally inside.

“Yeah,” she kisses her before closing the window, “but I really missed you.” Kate goes to sit down on Y/N’s bed while looking at her room. She hasn’t actually been there before, as they tried to keep their relationship secret from Y/N’s moms.

She tries to act annoyed that Kate is endangering both of their wellbeing by sneaking into her room while her moms are home, but she can’t help but be happy her girlfriend is here. “I missed you too.”

Kate smiles, waving her fingers in a come here motion. As Y/N steps closer to her, she pulls her to her lap, wrapping her arms around the lower part of her waist. “How long are you still grounded for?” She speaks quietly, knowing her parents have an extra good hearing.

“Like another week, I think.” Y/N rolls her eyes, thinking her moms went overboard with the amount of grounding. “I’m also apparently never ever allowed to leave the house with you alone. So, you’re going to have to get used to hanging out here.”

Kate giggles, “I’ll live with that.” She tilts her head, suddenly dropping her smile. “Except I have to meet your parents before that, don’t I?” She frowns, her body tensing up at the thought of officially Maria and Natasha.

“You do.” Y/N hums, her hand going up to play with Kate’s hair.

“What if they won’t like me?”

Biting the inside of her cheek, she twirls a strand of hair around her finger. “They’ll like you..eventually.”

“What does that mean?”

“They’re just a but apprehensive of you after the whole vigilante thing.”

Kate groans, her forehead thudding against Y/N’s shoulder. “They hate me. I haven’t met them yet and they already hate me.”

“They don’t hate you,” Y/N cradles Kate’s head, “they just don’t like that we’ve been sneaking out to fight people.”

“Well,” she sighs, “I guess that makes sense.”

“You think?”

Kate gives Y/N’s shoulders a couple of light bites when she laughs. They start giggling together and fall down to the bed, Y/N on top of Kate.

During their giggling, that has gotten a bit too loud, they fail to notice the footsteps coming towards the room. “Y/N, the dinner i-“ Natasha stops talking as she notices her daughter isn’t alone.

“Mom!” Y/N jumps up, falling off of the bed in the process. Kate scrambles up from the bed, her eyes comically wide as she stares at Natasha staring at the two with a scarily calm expression. Y/N stands up, the three of them stand there in silence. “This is Kate.” She mumbles

“Maria!” Natasha shouts. “Come up here.” Her hands are crossed over her chest as she leans against the doorway.

Maria comes up, “what’s up?” She frowns, looking at Natasha with a questioning look, until she walks into the room. “Oh.”

“This is Kate, Y/N’s girlfriend and vigilante partner.” Natasha state.

“Is it now?” Maria takes a stance similar to Natasha, scaring both of the girls.

Clearing her throat, Kate offers her hand, but she doesn’t take any steps closer, so she is too far away to actually shake their hands. “I’m Kate. Bishop. Kate Bishop. Girlfriend. It’s nice to meet you, Mrs. Romanoff and Mrs. Hill.” She has a toothy smile, way too large to be genuine, though it falls when she realizes she’s still holding her hand up.

Natasha raises her brows at her rambling. “We know who you are, what we don’t know, is why you’re here while Y/N is grounded.”

“We-“

“Downstairs,” Maria interrupts Y/N from saying anything, “both of you.”

The four of them sit around the kitchen table, Kate and Y/N on one side, Natasha and Maria on the other. Kate is sitting unnaturally straight, hoping to show the two women that she is good enough for their daughter.

“So,” Natasha starts, “you two have been dating for a while.”

“And fighting crime.” Maria adds, making the couple shrink in their seats.

“Yeah.” Y/N mumbles. She’s holding onto Kate’s hand tightly, both of them clammy.

“That was totally my fault!” Kate suddenly shouts out, raising her hands, which ends up her banging her knuckles to the edge of the table, “shit, no, no, I don’t normally curse.” Her eyes are wide as she once again goes on a tangent. “I just mean, that, it was my plan to start fighting.”

Frowning, Y/N stops her girlfriend from talking, “no, it was both of our plan. You aren’t taking the blame for this.” She looks at her, her brows scrunched together.

“I don’t want your moms to be mad at you.” Kate whispers, though it’s loud enough for everyone to hear.

“Well, I don’t want them to be mad at you either.” Y/N whisper shouts back.

Natasha and Maria glance at each other, deciding for put an end to this before it goes on for too long, “we aren’t mad at anyone, so please, calm down you two. We just want to talk, set up some ground rules.”

“Like no fighting crime.” They calm down, Y/N more than Kate, as the latter is still incredibly nervous to be in front of the two women. “And no more sneaking in either.” Maria raises her brows as she turns to look at Kate.

“Sorry.” She mumbles, blushing under her gaze.

Natasha leans her elbows against the table. “We’ve been talking with Clint,” Kate perks up at the name of her mentor, “and if you two promise to follow the rules, we’ll start properly training you.”

“Really?” Y/N gasps.

“Yes, but,” Maria continues before the two can get too excited about it, “that means you two will not go out without one of us, the bedroom door stays open, and you’re still grounded.” She looks at Y/N.

“Uhuh, understood, we’ll follow every rule!”

“Every rule!” Kate echoes, quickly nodding, trying to hide her grin.

Maria chuckles while Natasha rolls her eyes with a grin on her face. “Alright.” Natasha stands up. “Go on then, go to Y/N’s room, keep the door open.”

With a giggle, Y/N stands up, takes hold of Kate’s hand, and starts pulling her towards her bedroom. They hug each other tightly once they’re inside, with the door open, and celebrate the potential of becoming real Avengers.

They jump onto the bed. “That didn’t go as badly as I thought.” Y/N smiles, leaning her head on Kate’s shoulder.

“It went well!” Kate wraps her arms around Y/N, pulling her on top with a laugh. “I love your moms.”

Y/N slaps her arm, “don’t love them more than me.” She grins.

“Never.” She kisses her, though it’s messy from all of their giggling.

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project1939 · 2 years ago

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Day 33- Film: Skirts Ahoy!

Release date: May 28th, 1952.

Studio: MGM

Genre: Musical

Director: Sidney Lanfield

Producer: Joe Pasternak

Actors: Esther Williams, Joan Evans, Vivian Blaine

Plot Summary: Three women at various dead ends with men decide to join the WAVES (Women’s US Navy). Mary Kate is jilted on her wedding day, Una hasn’t seen her supposed fiancé in months, and rich girl Whitney is the one who did the jilting on her own wedding day. We follow the exploits of these three and their prospective beaus as they try to survive basic training.

My Rating (out of five stars): *** on merit, ****½ for how much I enjoyed watching it!

I needed a movie like this today! Something colorful, silly, cheery, campy... and full of lots of stunning '50s women bonding with each other. First things first, this is not a great film. If it’s in your wheelhouse, you’ll probably get a kick out of it, if not, you’ll probably hate it. But I adored it for the most part. So...

The Good:

Esther Williams! Oh my god, Esther Williams! Before today, I had only seen clips of her swimming, never an entire film of hers. She’s so charming and exquisitely beautiful, I was instantly smitten!

The comradery between the three female leads. They were cute and sweet together, and there was no unnecessary conflict added in for drama.

The Technicolor. It was the vibrant 1950s MGM Technicolor you imagine.

Just getting a movie with lots of women in it! Hollywood at this time seemed especially allergic to movies like this, so I always love them when they do exist.

The campy corniness of it was good fun.

Esther just being her drop dead gorgeous normal-bodied self! She’s got thighs! Her waist is on the thicker side, proportionally... she was an athlete in real life, before being an athlete meant you had to be rock-hard. She’s not overweight by any stretch, but in today’s Hollywood she would probably stupidly be considered so. All I know is, she makes my knees turn to jelly!

The title. The title. The gloriously silly title!

Whoever dreamed up the movie poster above? What were they smoking? “More floating heads! We need more!” “But there’s no room!” “Put them on her arm! Her arm!”

The Bad:

The music in it wasn’t the greatest. You’re not going to find any classics or standards here. Besides “Anchors Away,” of course!

The musical numbers were also not very well integrated into the plot. Pretty much every time, the plot had to come to a stop to “put on a show.” Some of the musical numbers were pretty random as well, like when Debbie Reynolds and Bobby Van performed a racially insensitive (?) comedy song, and another where a guy in a nightclub sang a love song. (Although sadly, I understood why that one felt so random- the singer was a black artist. Musicals like this would often put in a number with a black singer who had no connection to the plot, so that it could be edited out of the prints for theaters in the South. And that’s the absolute disgusting truth.)

The men! Couldn’t they give any of these beautiful women any half-decent men? The girl who got jilted at the altar took the schmuck back! The girl who never saw her suspicious fiancé was still tagging along after him. And Esther William’s character for some reason fell in love with a 50 year old. Who wasn’t all that attractive. He had to have been 20 years older than she, and it just didn’t work for me at all.

Lots of emphasis on the fact that what women really need above all else is a man. One of the big songs is “What Good is a Gal? (Without a Guy)” So even though it promotes female bonding, it has to undercut it a little. Or a lot!

I wanted more swimming numbers with Esther.

#project1952 #1952 #project1952 day 33 #skirts ahoy!#esther williams #100 films of 1952 #200 films of 1952 #200 films of 1952 film 31

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creedslove · 2 years ago

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BETRAYED - PART FIVE

Pedro Pascal x f!reader

Summary: Pedro invites you to be his plus one for the night but his attention is caught by another woman and leaves you with a broken heart

Warnings: angst, age gap, established friendship, unrequited love/one sided feelings, fluff, glimpse of Pedro being a great (silly) dad, and more angst of course

A/N: I really don't know what you guys will think of this part. It is longer than the others and for those who don't want Pedro to be forgiven, you can consider this the ideal end, though this is NOT the last chapter. I still have some ideas for this story but their development will go according to what you guys want, especially because due to all the feedback I've received over the last week (yes today marks one week I posted the first chapter) things are pretty divided between who wants a happy ending and who wants a sad one, lol!

A/N Part 2: I still can't manually tag people on the works because I use the app and it won't let me do it, that's why I don't have a tag list at all!

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PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE | PART FOUR

Your heart clenched the moment you heard Kate's words. Pedro was there. After months pretending not to know each other, after not seeing him nor listening to his voice, months after the horrible argument you two had, where you both said horrible things to each other, words that hurt you two deeply, but also needed to be said. So you two could break free from what was holding you back. You and your mindless passion for Pedro, and him and his incapability of letting you go.

You realized you went silent for several seconds and Kate was staring at you with a worried look on her face, so you gave her a nervous smile and nodded "there's no problem, really. We are not making a scene or anything, I mean, we didn't have that much of a fight, it wasn't that serious"

"Yes, it was, Y/N" Kate said in a low voice "you completely fell out with each other, you have never been apart from long and honestly, he seems the saddest I've ever seen, and you don't seem like you're in a picnic either" she placed her hand on your shoulder reassuringly and looked down, excusing herself as she needed to attend the other guests.

You didn't like to be read like that, yes, you missed Pedro, in many ways you were still broken hearted at everything that went on, it's very hard to just let go of a person you were so invested in for years. It leaves an empty spot in your chest, even when you get over whatever happened, your mind always comes back to a bunch of might-have-beens. And though you and Pedro hadn't been away for that long, that's exactly how it felt. You walked out the kitchen and realized you were getting anxious to see him. He was there, it was a stated fact. It wasn't like when you went to the gym and very often looked over your shoulders, in hopes he wouldn't show up at the same time you kind of hoped he would show up. Internally battling with the relief of not running into him and also the disappointment of not seeing him. Once again, you had to remind yourself to act rationally, you didn't want to be shaken to the core when you saw him, and you definitely wouldn't make a scene at a princess' party.

When you reached the living room, he was the first one you spotted and for a few seconds he was the only thing you could see. There he was, Pedro, your dulce Pedrito like you used to call him and make a soft reddish color spread through his cheeks. He looked the same as always, the same as always made your heart race and you hated that. Your heart beat faster, your palms suddenly got a little sweaty and you were sure you'd stutter if someone asked you any question. You cursed yourself under your breath, months of self care and you still acted like a high school girl around him. The sadness Kate had seen your ass, you mentally rolled your eyes as you saw how he was still the life of the party, how he laughed and made everybody laugh. He wasn't sad, and why should he? Maybe you did hurt him in your argument, in fact you did hurt him as he left with tears in his eyes, but he probably got over you, he had done it so many times before, times where you still were friends and you loved and cared for him, so now what was stopping him from just forgetting about you?

Pedro finally eyed you, he knew you were coming and he tried his best to look good for you, he had a nice outfit on, his hair was messy like you always said you loved and God, he felt like time had stopped when he saw you walk into the living room. Hermosa, princesa, linda, mariposa, all of that crossed his mind once he saw you. He hadn't seen you in what it felt like forever, and now you were there, standing a few feet away from him. His desire was to rush to you, ignoring everyone else there, and wrapping his arms around your waist. If he could, he would let out all those Spanish words you loved roll out of his tongue before he could touch your skin and make you his. He chuckled to himself just to picture what you would say if you knew his heart raced when he saw you, how he wanted to take you into his arms like you had dreamed about it for so long. Life sometimes is truly a joke.

He didn't understand how you managed to become more beautiful since the last time you saw each other but you did it, and he couldn't take his eyes off you. He had no idea if you'd even want to talk to him, give him some of your time, but he was going to try.

Before you could greet everyone who was sitting closer than him, Flora and her big brother came running to you. If someone thought Flora was sweet, they hadn't met her brother yet. Wyatt was a five year old who seemed to be obsessed with you. Out of all his mommy's friends you were definitely his favorite. He was sweet to you like he was with no one else, and the fact he still had some trouble pronouncing his 'R' made him even cuter to you.

He immediately jumped onto your lap, snuggling you as tight as he could, he was overly excited at the sweets he'd eaten and the fact some people who brought his little sister presents also brought him presents!

Pedro's heart dropped to his stomach the moment he saw you surrounded by Flora and Wyatt. He wasn't sure he was strong enough to watch that, but he couldn't look away either. It all brought him back to the dreams he constantly had about you, the dreams where he always got to a happy, crowded home, where you were his and only his, in all the ways you dreamed of for long and now he longed for it as well and you two had built a beautiful family. He was always happy in these dreams, only to feel empty when he woke up.

One of the things he always loved about you and that one he made pretty clear throughout your entire friendship, was how good with kids you were. Of course Pedro had earned the cool uncle status, but he just admired how natural you were, how kids simply wanted you to be around them and how happy you got with that. It quickly drove him back to the night of your argument, and how you threw it on his face he was nearly 50 without a family. Yes, he knew you were right, but it still hurt him anyway. When he was younger, he wasn't sure if he was going for the traditional stuff but he assumed good old marriage and kids would happen to him, after all it happened to everyone. But as the years went by, he just focused on his career and he was pretty happy that way, apart from all the loneliness he felt, loneliness that was soothed by your company during the day and some other female company at night, sometimes even more than one at the same time. Until those stupid dreams began, every single night he would have a family with you and love every single part of it just to be taken back to reality where he was alone and all he got was his career.

"Did you really think I'd forget about you?" You whispered to Wyatt as you very discreetly handed him a small basket with his favorite chocolate. You didn't have enough for all the kids, so you hoped he wouldn't make a big fuss about it, but the moment he squealed in happiness and hugged you, you felt so lucky to be there. You quickly helped him open his present and watched as he ate one piece after the other. Kate would probably kill you the next day, but you didn't care at all, seeing his true happiness.

"Pedwo, come play please!!" He asked the man, waving his hand at him and inviting him to the empty seat next to you. You saw when he smiled at Wyatt and moved closer to you. His cologne was intoxicating and for a moment all you wanted to do was to rest your head on his shoulder and have his arm around your body.

"These are my favorite too, you gotta share" he frowned playfully at Wyatt and looked at you

"Hey Y/N" he said shyly and looked down clearing his throat before looking into her eyes again "you look very beautiful, muy hermosa como siempre" he said and saw the familiar blush spreading through your cheeks adding a cute look to your face. You still reacted the same, maybe you were still his muñequita?

"Hi Pedro" you said softly and smiled politely at him.

"Come on Pedwo do the voice!!! Do it again, fow Y/N to see!!" Wyatt begged excitedly and pointed at his brand new Grogu doll. Once again you felt the urge to roll your eyes mentally, of course that was Pedro's doing and it was so predictable. Cute, but predictable. The little boy however, was mesmerized as once more Pedro sat up and made his Mandalorian voice. You didn't know exactly how it was different from his regular voice, but it was and you couldn't explain. He said whatever Wyatt liked to hear and gently tapped the doll's head, making Grogu cooed and blink his eyes, lifting his little arm gently which caused Wyatt to squeal in happiness again.

You both felt pretty good at that, no matter what happened between you two, you were really good at handling kids together and your chest ached to wonder if the same would apply if you ever had children together.

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After singing Happy Birthday and serving the cake, Rob, Kate's husband, asked his kids to go to the backyard. Pedro grinned at the interaction and placed his plate down, taking your hand in his and pulling you "come on Y/N, you'll want to see this" he said happily and you had no other reaction than follow him. The kids were so excited when their daddy asked them to close their little eyes. They peeked all the time, not being able to hold back how eager they wanted to see the surprise. Pedro looked at you and smiled sweetly "I don't mean to brag, but it was my idea, so you're not the only one who is great with kids, you know" he winked at her.

You swallowed and looked down at your hands, fingers entwined and how softly Pedro caressed your hand with his thumb. You immediately let go of his hand and blushed, which wasn't unnoticed by him, who sighed and stared into your eyes "I know you're still hurt about everything that went on and we need to talk, I owe you an apology for what happened and-"

Pedro was cut off by the kids' screams of happiness and pure excitement when their daddy revealed their mysterious present: a bunny. A real life bunny, you stared into Pedro eyes and chuckled "that was your idea, right?" You asked and couldn't help but smile a little "I bet Kate is thrilled" you both burst out laughing and for a moment everything was alright between the two of you again.

He only laughed softly but gently took your hand in his once more, walking towards some trees, away from the fuss the kids were making and once you were both hidden enough from anyone else who might bother you, he finally gathered the courage to speak.

"I screw everything up with you, Y/N. I know I did, in fact I knew it from the moment it happened but I was too proud and stubborn to admit it" he sighed "and then it all got worse and worse until that horrible episode at your place. I deeply regret everything that went on" Pedro looked down, and then back at you again, being puzzled by how indecipherable your expression was. You watched him apologize without really apologizing, you just hated how he asked for your forgiveness without acknowledging anything at all.

"The reason why I didn't want to talk to you anymore was because I'm tired of being your doormat, Pedro. You know how much I love you" you bit your lips "how much I loved you" you corrected yourself and continued "but you only took advantage of it, and you know it. You know how many times you've hurt me, how many times you flirted with me, you kissed me almost on the lips, you sweet talked to me, the times you had your hands on my body not in an erotic way but definitely more intimate than a friend should ever do, you know how confused it left me, and you kept doing it"

Pedro knew it was all true, but he had decided to ask for your forgiveness and to be honest, he looked around embarrassed and nodded

"I-I know that, Y/N. I know I was a real shitty friend, always teasing you, playing with your feelings… I am really ashamed of it and if I could turn back in time, I'd never act that way. I had only one glimpse of what you must've felt all this time… when I saw you with that guy from the gym and it felt like my heart had shattered into a million pieces"

You had to admit you were not expecting that, at first you thought it would be just some more of his usual bullshit, but it seemed Pedro really meant what he was telling you.

"And I know the last straw was that night at the gala. It should've been about us, after all, you were my plus one because I wanted to have you there, and I loved every minute we spent together, you looked gorgeous, muy hermosa mi cariño, but then I was just terrible to you. I don't know why I left with that woman, I mean, I don't know why I just gave in to that impulse and I know I tried brushing off as if you were exaggerating but these past months I was finally able to be true to myself and admit you were right. I was a dick, I not only humiliated you and broke your heart but also put you at risk by letting you go home on your way"

His voice had a sad tone and he didn't look away for a split second, showing he meant all that.

You began tearing up, as those were the words you waited months to hear. You wanted him to apologize, to admit what he'd done and now it had finally happened, you couldn't help but feel sad as it came too late.

"Pedro, I-"

"Please, Y/N, let me finish" he asked and took another breath "that day at your house was completely unacceptable, I know it, and we both hurt each other, I snapped because I saw you with another man and told you to leave me alone, and I didn't understand why I had such a childish and reckless attitude, until I realized I didn't know how to act on my feelings for you, which takes me to the very painful words you told me, which unfortunately, were also true. I left that night hating myself, I didn't know what to do or what to say, so I looked for help, I went back to therapy and I was able to see all the things I was doing wrong"

You saw when he took a step closer and you could smell his cologne, you had no idea what he was going to do, but your heart pounded into your chest as his big hands cupped your cheeks so gently, stroking them and staring into your eyes "and after all that self-analysis I came to the conclusion that I love you" he bit his lips and a light blush spread through your cheeks "I mean, I already did, as a friend, even if I was a dick, I truly loved and cared about you, but it changed, Y/N, it got more intense, you're the only thing that crosses my mind the whole day, the only one I want and crave, all I can think of is your body against mine, your beautiful voice singing while you make breakfast, the way you light up a room when you step inside, how the kids love you because they see how incredible you are" Pedro took another deep breath "I'm in love with you, Y/N" he finally admitted out loud and it felt like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. He leaned in and touched your lips with his very softly at first, ghosting over them, appreciating how perfect they felt against each other. One of his hands went for your waist, wrapping his arm around it and gripping your body in a desperate need. He was so close you could feel his strong chest against your soft breasts, so pressed up against his body it was really hard to remind yourself that wasn't right. The moment you felt the man deepening the kiss, you couldn't hold back a soft moan. You decided to enjoy that moment, something you'd craved for so long, it almost felt like your heart was bursting out of your chest. Your hands gripped his hair, pulling it softly as you kissed him back as eager as he kissed you. You felt like you could be trapped in that moment forever with him, it felt right, even if it was wrong.

When Pedro broke the kiss looking for some air, you still gave him a last peck on the lips, gently stroking his cheek and taking a step back.

"Wow" you whispered and smiled shyly "I've dreamed about that moment for so long. God knows how much I daydreamed that one day this exact scene would happen, now it did, it feels unreal" you looked at him and took his hand, gently squeezing it "and that's why it breaks my heart to see it happened too late. I'm sorry Pedro, but we can't do this. I'm really sorry that I don't believe you, I don't think you love me, I think you love the fact I was in love with you and that stroke your ego like nothing else, I was young, devoted, I would do anything for you and would take anything you had to offer, but we can't do this anymore. I can't do this to myself, I love myself more than I love you now, and I won't let anyone get in the way of that, not even you" she said and let go of his hand "I'll always love you and cherish you Pedro, but it's time to say goodbye"

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A/N: any feedbacks, let me know! Also, you guys have just met Wyatt! He is pretty much my OC and for the years I wrote for/roleplayed Victor Creed/Liev Schreiber he was always my character's son, and I developed an emotional connection with him even if he is not real, so I thought to myself, why not show the world what a ray of sunshine my fictional son is, right?

And yes, the bunny thing I got from Narcos because I thought Pablo Escobar had no right to be that cute while gifting his daughter a bunny, the way she got happy when he gave her su conejito just made me go all aww 🥰

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