#don’t know if they deleted or something but I can’t see the reply lol

[phantom-peachie]

what i’d do to see what this was all about

[jobean12-blog]

Lovestruck

Pairing: Javier Peña x female reader

Word Count: 4.2K

Summary: Little do you know, after being in the wrong place at the wrong time- that you've gotten yourself on the radar of some very bad men. Thankfully, you now have the protection of one very good man (and Steve, also good) but when Javi first lays eyes on you he knows he wants so much more than just to protect you.

Author's Note: Again, I apologize for deleting this post a second time. The tags are just not cooperating. I really hope things work this time! Thank you again to those who gave me notes, hope you can enjoy again! No reason for more Javi other than I can't seem to get over him and I don't want to so yay! He's been on my mind extra lately. Wishing you all a very happy New Year filled with love, health and happiness! Thank you for all the support and much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy! 🥰

Warnings: lots of tension and flirting, some soft sweetness too, Javi is forward but not in a bad way, he saves the day in more ways than one and might be in a little over his head (which he's not used to), fingering, smut (unprotected p in v- but just for fanfic folks lol)

Pedro Pascal Character Masterlist

“Keep staring like that and you’re gonna blow our cover man.”

Steve’s comment goes unnoticed as Javi continues to do just that. Stare.

You’re standing against the bar, drink in hand and talking with your friend, unaware of the pair of dark chocolate eyes glued to you.

“Hey,” Steve says again.

Javi tears his eyes away from you and pins Steve with a glare.

“What?”

Steve gives him an exasperated look. “You’re not supposed to fuck her. Just protect her.”

Javi grunts before finishing off his drink, his eyes sliding back to you as you saunter over to the juke box.

He’s been watching you for days now, his infatuation only growing the more he learns the little nuances of your body and the brightness of your smile. Barely conscious of his feet moving and Steve’s disgruntled objections, he starts toward you, unsure of his intention but at this point, unable to stop himself.

You shuffle through the songs on the screen, chewing your lip with indecision. His teeth sink into his own bottom lip in response, wishing it were yours. As he gets closer, your startled gaze flies up to meet his.

Lightning rockets through his system. If he thought you were beautiful in the photos and from across the room, it’s nothing compared to what he sees standing in front of him now.

He takes a step closer. Talking to women is like second nature to him, yet he finds himself stranded in silence, second-guessing everything that pops into his head.

And if he doesn’t speak soon, his closeness will begin to alarm you. Exactly the opposite of what he should be doing.

“I can’t let you do that,” he blurts out.

“Can’t let me do what, exactly?” you retort, turning to face him with a raised brow.

Your voice slides like silk across his skin and it takes him a minute to recapture his train of thought. He tilts his head toward the song on the screen of the juke box.

“Not that song.”

You smirk. “Elaborate.”

“Everyone picks that song. Aren’t you tired of it?”

You peek up at him, a laugh flirting around the edges of your mouth.

“Do you have a better suggestion?”

“Of course,” he replies. He tries not to stare at your lips. “I like to dance so for me, something like…”

He leans in and starts to scroll through the song list, his warmth and scent sweeping over you in a magnetic wave.

He stops on a song you don’t recognize but when it begins to play the beat is lively and makes you want to move.

Your eyes meet his once more, humor lurking in their depths. “I like it.”

“Oh yeah?”

You nod and with a sultry smile over your shoulder you head back toward the bar and your friend, an extra sway to your hips that matches the music.

“I can’t believe you just did that,” Steve says when Javi returns with a smug grin. “You could blow our cover.”

“How?” Javi asks before he motions for the bartender.

“I’m surprised you let a woman get to you like this.”

“Like what?”

“Are you just going to answer all my questions with more questions?”

The corner of Steve’s mouth lifts with his last string of words and he waits as Javi just looks at him blankly.

When the song ends Javi turns his attention back to you and he finds you watching him. Without a second thought he walks over.

He smiles at your friend then asks you, “what did you think?”  

“I liked it,” you tell him. “I’ve never heard it before.”

“I should definitely play another one then. And you should dance with me.”

He catches your sharp intake of breath and realizes you might be waiting for a significant other. He feels a sharp jolt of jealousy that surprises him.

“Are you here with someone?” he asks.

Your brow quirks at his growled-out question, but you answer anyway.

“Just my friend here,” and you motion to Samantha.

Relief washes over his expression.

“So why not dance with me?”

“I’m here to spend time with Sam,” you explain, even though you can tell she wants you to go dance with him.

“She can hang out with Steve,” Javi says, throwing a thumb over his shoulder in Steve’s direction. “He’s loads of fun.”

“He’s cute,” Sam chimes in, giving Steve a little wave.

“I wouldn’t go that far,” Javi says, earning a chuckle from both you and Sam.

“So, is that a yes?”

You look incredulous. “No. The only thing I know about you is that you like to dance.”

“What would you like to know about me?” he shoots back as he leans against the bar, looking more than comfortable.

“Nothing. I’m not dancing with you. In fact, how do I know you’re not some creep trying to abduct me.”

At your unintentionally keen words Javi gives up the battle with a smile. “I’ll get you dancing sweetheart.”

“We’ll see about that…”

“Javi,” he finishes and holds out his hand. “Javier Peña”

You hesitate a moment but then hold out your hand and give him your name-even though he already knows it.

“Pleasure,” he croons as he lifts your hand to his lips and kisses your knuckles.

Warmth tingles up your arm and down your spine, rendering you speechless for a moment. Samantha pulls you from your stupor when she nudges you in the side.

“Enjoy your night ladies,” he says but not before looking you straight in the eye and adding, “I’ll be seeing you again.”

When Javi is back at Steve’s side he sighs.

“What happened? She tell you to fuck off?”

Javi practically rolls his eyes. “Not exactly.”

“Well, hope you didn’t freak her out too much because we have a job to do.”

As the night goes on you catch Javi looking your way more than once and you find it hard not to look back. He doesn’t approach you again though and the disappointment you feel is unexpected.

By eleven pm Sam is ready to go so you say goodbye and go to use the restroom before heading out. The night air is damp with impending rain, and you jog quickly to your car, hopping in and setting your bag down on the seat.

You put the key in the ignition and turn it. Nothing happens. No lights. No sound. Nothing.

“SHIT!” you shout and hit the steering wheel. Is it your battery? A faulty starter?

You’re just about to dial Sam when you hear a light rap at your window. You jump but quickly see that it’s Javi and let out a relieved breath.

You press the button to roll down the window.

“Problem?” he asks with a sideways smile.

“My car won’t start,” you sigh.

His lips turn downward. “Shit.”

“That’s what I said.”

“I can try to jump it if you want,” Javi offers.

“Really?”

“Of course.”

Javi pulls his car up close and starts to fiddle around in the trunk for the cables. Once he has everything ready you meet him by the hood.

“How come you were out here anyway?” you ask, watching as his long fingers make easy work of the clamps and wires.

“Just a feeling,” he says nonchalantly.

After following his directions and trying to start your car again you realize it must be more than the battery and let out a string of curses.

“Sorry sweetheart,” Javi says. “I’ll give you a ride home and you can deal with in the daylight.”

“I can just call Samantha.”

“You can, but it’s after midnight,” Javi says, looking at his watch. “I’m already here.”

You study him. His strong jaw, the dark hair that falls boyishly over his forehead, and the way the open collar of his shirt frames his long neck, the tempting hint of collarbone peeking out just enough to make you want to kiss it.

“Ok,” you say without further thought.

He opens your door and helps you out then waits for you to lock it before he opens the passenger door to his car.

“What about Steve?” you ask suddenly.

“Steve?” Javi repeats. “Oh, yeah. He’s fine. Has his own car.”

When he pulls up to your building he frowns when you don’t wait for him to open your door. You ride up the elevator in silence, the atmosphere between you feels charged.

You’d been more than willing to go up to your apartment yourself, but Javi insisted on walking you.

So, when the elevator opens you breeze out and past him, taking quick steps to your door.

“This is me,” you say without turning around.

You unlock the door and open it, stepping inside and setting your bag down. When you turn, Javi is filling the doorway, one hand on his hip and the other casually resting above his head on the frame like he owns the place.

“I don’t live far. If you need anything…” He holds out a card, his name and number printed on it under the Police Department symbol.

“You’re a cop? You could have told me this earlier. I would have been less worried about you murdering me.”

“DEA agent,” he corrects. “And that was never my intention.”

Your eyes meet and you feel a frisson of heat at the intensity there.

“Well, thank you for the ride.”

“Anytime sweetheart. I’ll see you around.”

He throws you a wink and pushes away from the doorframe, his long legs taking him easily down the hall before he rounds the corner and disappears.

The next morning you drag yourself out of bed and get ready to go about your day. Your thoughts are mostly occupied by Javi, and you’re almost done with your coffee before your brain registers the rest of the night and how your car failed to start.

“Shit,” you grit out. “Ughhhh.”

You think about calling Javi and asking him to take you back to the bar to get your car but then you think it might be asking too much after what he did last night. Instead, you call Sam, who is happy to come get you.

Your car is just where you left it and so is an unmarked cop car, parked right next to yours.

Javi steps out into the sunshine, a sleek pair of aviators perched on his nose and a smile on his face.

“There you are sunshine. I was wondering when you’d be back to get your car.”

He walks close and nods a greeting to Samantha.

You stand there like a fish out of water, your mouth hanging open in shock.

“What are you doing here?” you finally ask.

He shrugs with a devious grin. “Working.”

“The bar is closed.”

Ignoring your comment he continues with, “you have someone to fix this?”

“You mean like a mechanic?”

“Yeah sweetheart.”

“I was just going to call the closest shop.”

He shakes his head, clearly not liking your idea. “I got a guy. Come on.”                 

Samantha leaves you with Javi and he takes you to the shop, helping you settle everything and getting you a good price.

“I hope it doesn’t take too long to fix,” you sigh. “But thank you for helping me out.”

“Anytime gorgeous…now how about that dance?”

“You’re still hung up on that?”

He raises his brows with a tilt of his head, his smile devious.

“Fine, but how am I getting back to the bar tonight. No car. Remember.”

“I’ll pick you up. Seven.”

With that he pulls up to your place and practically jumps out of the car before it stops, rushing around the hood to get your door before you can open it.

You step out and he reaches over you to shut it, trapping you against the car.

“Thanks again,” you whisper as you lean into him.

He dips his head, but you can’t see his eyes, so you reach up to pull the sunglasses off his face. He smiles, lifting his eyes from your mouth to meet your gaze.

You hang them on his shirt, the collar open like it always seems to be, and smooth your hand down his chest. He watches you intently, one hand sliding off the car to settle on your waist. He tugs you forward, lining your body up with his using his other hand to cup your cheek and brush a calloused thumb across your soft skin.

“I told you sweetheart,” he murmurs. “Anytime.”

With one final glance at your lips he slowly moves away and you’re thankful for the strong metal of the car at your back, keeping you upright.

With a steadying breath you peel yourself away and head toward your building, looking over your shoulder to find him leaning against the car, long legs crossed at the ankle and his arms crossed along his chest.

His glasses are still hanging from his shirt, and his hair is slightly messy from the breeze. Your eyes linger and he smiles, pointing his long finger in your direction when he says, “you’re mine tonight.”

The knock at your door makes your breath catch in your throat.

“Be right there,” you shout.

You open the door and his hot gaze sweeps over you from head to toe.

“Hi Javi…”

Before the words are completely out of your mouth, he has you spun around and backed against the wall.

“Did you get all dressed up for me sweetheart?”

Biting your lip, you nod, loving the way your answer makes his eyelids lower; his breath quicken.

He dips his head and runs his nose along your neck with a deep inhale, then places a soft kiss just under your ear. His lips move across your cheek and stop just above your mouth.

“Ready to dance?”

Your knees nearly buckle underneath you, but his weight keeps you upright and you manage a nod.

The bar is crowded but you and Javi find yourself an open space at the bar and order drinks. He stays close. A hand always at your back or on your waist and when he sits on the stool, placing his feet on the bottom bar, he pulls you between his spread legs.

Your hands land on his thighs and you dig your nails in.

He growls into your ear and smooths his hand up your spine, grabbing the back of your neck to drag your face closer.

Right when you think he’s going to kiss you, he stands and pulls you toward the juke box, scrolling through the songs until he finds the one he wants. He presses play and holds his hand out.

You place your fingers in his palm, and he closes his hand around yours. With an ease that steals your breath he tucks you against him as the music starts, slow and sultry. The way he moves his hips so sensually borders on inappropriate, but you can’t find it in you to care.

Instead, you lose yourself in the way he moves and the way he feels. It’s the best kind of foreplay and when the song ends you cling to him, wishing the music could go on forever.

You tuck your head against his chest, but he presses two fingers under your chin, lifting your face to his. He’s grinning, and the way it exaggerates the lines around his eyes and softens the angles of his face makes a flutter erupt in your stomach.

A haze of electricity settles around you and you’re unable to look away. His eyes drop to your mouth and his warm breath fans your cheek as he bends, brushing his lips lightly across yours.

His moustache is soft but still tickles your skin and you want nothing more than to feel it along every inch of your body. Your fingernails dig into his shoulders, and you whisper his name just before your lips meet.

But then his mouth is gone, and a rush of cool air fills the space between your bodies.

“Steve,” you say with confusion.

Steve stands next to you with a tight grip on Javi’s arm.

“We have to go. Now,” Steve says.

“Javi?” Your stomach is fluttering for a whole different reason now, nervousness and fear taking over.

“I’m sorry sunshine,” he says, wrapping you up in his arms. “I need you to go home. Right now.”

“But…” you start, clinging to him.

“Please,” he begs. “Just trust me. I’ll come to you as soon as I can.”

“I don’t have a car,” you sputter out.

“Here,” he says and reaches into his back pocket to retrieve his keys before dropping them into your hand. “Right home ok?”

“Ok,” you say while nodding your head vigorously. “But I don’t understand…”

“I know,” he says, grabbing your face with his hands. “I promise I’ll explain later.”

He stares at you, clearly torn between wanting to kiss you and having to leave. You make the decision for him and press a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth, lingering long enough that when you pull away his eyes are still closed.

“Be careful,” you whisper.

“You too,” he says before jogging off with Steve, but not without looking back one last time.

Back at your apartment you wait and pace the floor. There isn’t much more you can do and it’s driving you nuts.

By the time you hear the knock on your door it’s past midnight and you’ve fallen asleep on the couch. You wake with a start and stand on shaky legs. Thankfully, you have enough sense to check the peephole before opening the door.

On the other side stands Javi. His leather jacket hangs open and his hair is messy and hanging loosely in front of his forehead. He looks tired but otherwise ok.

“It’s me sweetheart,” he says quietly.

Your door flies open, and you throw yourself at him. He catches you and lets out a huffed laugh that quickly dies off when you slide down his body and move back, a clear invitation.

 His eyes rake down your body, lingering on the way your dress is rumpled and sitting high on your hips, exposing the soft skin of your legs. With an audible swallow he takes a step inside, and you shut the door with a definitive slam.

“Are you ok?” he asks.

“I’m fine. Are you?”

“Yeah,” he says quietly.

You can’t blink away from his steady gaze and your blood seems to vibrate. After a calming breath you point to the couch.

“I want to know what’s going on.”

He moves past you and takes your hand in his, tugging you toward the couch before he sits. You stand at the edge, waiting.

His head drops and he presses the palm of his hand to his forehead.

“I…you already know I’m a DEA agent.”

You nod.

“And Steve and I work together…we’ve been trying to bust this drug trafficking group for a while now and somehow you got on their list…”

“List?” you repeat, feeling your palms sweat.

He stands again and takes a tentative step closer.

“Yeah, wrong place wrong time type of thing and it got you on their radar. We got tipped off from one of our informants and Steve and I were put in place for protection.”

“So, all the flirting, the dancing…you’re only here because you’re protecting me? Not because…”

He holds up a hand to stop you.

“No sweetheart,” he says. “Well, I mean yes initially that’s all it was but then I saw you and like a dick couldn’t stay away and…I didn’t mean for it to go this far.”

He looks up at you with pleading brown eyes.

“Actually, that’s a lie. I wanted to take you home from the moment I first saw you and it took everything in me not to.”

You can see he’s starting to ramble, and you soften at the way he seems desperate to make you understand.

“I promise this has nothing to do with work…I want to be here…”

“Javi.”

“And you’re safe. I promise that too. I’ll keep you safe.”

“Javi.”

He opens his mouth to speak again but you press a firm finger to his lips. He goes silent and with your gentle push falls to the couch again.

Slowly, you climb over him, settling in his lap on top of his thighs. He stares at you, eyes shadowed, and adjusts his posture to set two large hands on your waist, warm and strong.

You lean in but he meets you halfway, crashing his lips to yours. His mouth is soft but commanding and he tilts his head, coming at you better somehow, and deeper, his lips parting, one hand wrapping around your hip to pull you flush against him, the other sliding up your neck, cupping your face.

You’re undone by the way his breath shakes against your lips and the quiet groans he strangles down when you sweep your tongue across his.

You roll your hips against him, but instead of bringing relief it only makes you wilder. His mouth chases your kiss, swallowing the sound you make when he rocks up, the thick line of his cock pressing exactly where you need him.

His hand roams up your back, around your ribs, cupping your breast while the other drags you down again, pinning you to his body. You’re rewarded with another groan, and another when you grind against him.

He doesn’t stop you as you reach for his jacket, pushing it off his shoulders before going for his shirt, one by one undoing the buttons until you feel the warmth of his skin along your palms.

His mouth is on your neck, his fingers curling around the strap of your dress, dragging it down your shoulder and lower, until your bra goes with it, and you’re bare to his mouth. He sucks and kisses and your fingers find purchase in his soft hair, pulling and tugging when he continues and his lips close around your nipple in a delicate bite.

With soft grunts into your skin, he encourages you to pull harder, moving with the gesture to where you want him. Rough and desperate hands sneak under your dress to slide your panties down.

“Sweetheart?” he asks into your neck, and you nod, because frankly, he has permission to do whatever he wants.

Long fingers wrap imposingly around your thighs and his palm slides back up, teasingly slow, his kiss still rough, and then his fingertips graze over you, slippery and hot for him. His mouth goes soft and overcome against yours before he pulls away a fraction, watching your face as he fucks you with one finger, and then two, achingly slow.

And you stare at his mouth, the way it shapes the groaned curses and then tilts upward in a smug grin when he presses a thumb to your clit, and you let out a low moan.

Under your impatient fingers, his pants are soon loose and down his hips and you slide yourself over him, coating him and teasing you both until you’re a fevered mess, kisses sloppy and biting, the head of him pressing into you.

It’s a slow, perfect torture. His focus is on your expression and the sounds you’re making. But then it goes from careful to starving the second he’s all the way inside you. His grip on you is bruising, the sharp, rhythmic gasps he makes making you feel out of control.

He stares down between your bodies, slowing to watch, moving to touch you, his thumb stroking.

“That’s it gorgeous,” he murmurs. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

You want to hold back, make it last forever, but it’s too good. The pleasure hits you in a wave, his name falling from your parted lips and your body clenching around him until he captures your mouth and finishes with a lewd groan, slowing and holding you against his chest.

Your face falls to his sweaty neck and your fingers curl around his open shirt. After catching your breath, he gently brings your face to his, pressing his lips softly to the corner of your mouth and then running the pad of his thumb across your lower lip.

He lifts you off him, reaching for the tissues on the side table and helping you clean up. His actions are careful and gentle and once you’re settled he takes the blanket off the couch and drapes it over you before he wraps you in his arms and lays down.

You tuck yourself closer and kiss his neck.

“Javi?” you whisper.

“Yeah sunshine.”

“Will you stay?”

“I’m not going anywhere,” he says, kissing your cheek.

His lips tease along your jaw and you shift to give him better access, feeling his cock stir against your stomach. When his mouth reaches your ear he tugs on the soft flesh, running a hand along the curve of your spine to pull you closer and whisper, “I didn’t even get to use my tongue on you. I hate not knowing how you taste.”

Your little gasp makes him smile and his kisses continue.

“But lucky for me,” he murmurs with a brush of his lips, “we have all night.”

[jumexju]

¿OH, QUÈ SERÀ?

Pairing !! : House / Reader

Fic Type !! : Oneshot / Fluff

CW !! : House's jokes (He's an ass), reader is latino/a (gender isn't specified), untranslated spanish is used

Summary !!: He made a bet with Wilson.. and lost.

Note !! : the house md brainrot is consuming me lol (szn 5 is making me physically ill)

✦ MASTERLIST

“You Like them!” Wilson barged into House’s office as if he had made a grand discovery. House dismissed his team and continued eating his tacos de birria, waiting for Wilson to expand on his outrageous claim of him liking a woman. “It’s been three weeks and they're still living with you, ergo: You haven't kicked them out or you haven’t told me — and the latter can’t be true because you tell me everything!” The blonde had his hands on his hips while he talked. 

“Who? _____?” House asked, feigning confusion. “They cook and they're not boring. Plus they clean- And for free too!” 

“Not for free, they need a place to live, they're probably just being courteous, House!” Wilson warned, “You’re trying to hide the fact that you care about them because then it makes you seem more human and you don’t want that because you hate when people see your nice side!” The Oncologist kept lecturing him but he wasn’t really paying any attention to it. 

“I have a nice side?” House's words dripped with sarcasm. He did, however, seem to be enjoying the birria tacos you’d made the day before. Apparently it was a big thing in latin american culture to cook as if you were feeding a whole village, so you had a lot left over. 

“Yes, you have a-! That’s why you’re letting them stay!” Wilson argued, a boyish smile on his face at the realization that his friend had a crush on a fellow colleague. 

“I’m not letting them do anything, I’m just taking advantage of their cooking and cleaning skills.” He dipped the end of the taco in the consumè you’d made, savoring the explosion of flavor that was currently happening  in his mouth. 

“You know that’s not true.” Wilson sat in front of House’s desk, facing him with the smile still present. “You L-I-K-E  them,” The blonde spelled out, “Just admit it!” 

“If I do, will you leave me and my tacos  alone?” House lifted a brow as he licked his index finger and thumb. 

“You didn’t happen to delete a message they were expecting from an apartment manager, did you? ,” Wilson questioned, a knowing look on his face. 

“... No-”

“Aha!” Wilson exclaimed, “Your hesitance indicates that you did! Jeez, just ask them out, House. It’s not that hard,” Wilson shrugged, “Unless you’re too chicken of course…” 

“You wanna bet?” House laid back in his chair, empty tupperware sitting on his desk as he smirked. 

“A hundred dollars if  you ask them out and go out on a genuine date.” Wilson said as he crossed his arms. See, he knew something that House didn’t. Around a few months ago, you confided in Wilson and told him about your feelings for House. However, when Wilson had suggested that you ask him out, you said you didn’t want to risk it, especially because you knew there was a high chance he wouldn’t reciprocate. Of course, Wilson said it was reasonable and left it alone, listening to your vents about House and whatnot whenever your attempts to bury your feelings failed. 

Unfortunately for House, You were a great actor, because not even he knew of your feelings for him. You kept it professional, or well tried to before you had to move out. You didn’t tell him the details of that, but somehow you ended up living in House’s…  house. Certain that you would say no, House replied: “If you lose, you owe me a hundred.” With that, the bet was in place and House couldn’t be more excited to get his hundred dollars tomorrow and see the defeated look on Wilson’s face when he told him that there was no date. 

With a pep in his step, House could hear the faint salsa playing before he even opened the door. His keys jingled while finding the right one but before he could insert it into the lock, you opened the door. Did you recognize the jingle of his keys? “Hey? You’re back late.” You smiled before leaving him to walk in and close the door himself. 

“Yeah it Wilson was begging me not to go, He’s clingy.” House joked. 

“You guys make the cutest couple,” You said sarcastically as you stirred the rice you were making. 

House sat on the couch and popped a pill, “I wear the pants in the relationship, just so you know.” 

“Yeah I can’t picture you wearing a skirt,” 

“I can picture you wearing a skirt,” House insinuated as he checked you out, “You’ve got a great ass for it.” 

You rolled your eyes, “You’ve gone senile, Atrevido.” You shook your head and laughed at his comments. “Has that line ever worked on anyone?” 

“Usually,” House shrugged.

“Yeah maybe back in your day,” You finished off the rice and began slicing the potatoes you’d put off to the side earlier. “Anyway, You haven’t heard any messages about  the apartments I applied at, have you? They said they’d call me back like two weeks ago and I haven’t heard anything.” 

House pursed his lips and acted clueless, “Nope, Nada.” The older man shrugged and positioned his feet on the coffee table in front of him. “What are you making?” 

“Carne con papa y arroz,” You told him. “My mom used to make it for me as a kid and I missed the taste so I’m making it. ¿Te terminaste los tacos de birria que hice ayer?” 

“Yeah.” House left out the part where he smacked Wilson’s hand for trying to steal a taco. 

“What’d you think of them?” 

“They weren’t horrible.” House, being himself of course, wouldn’t admit that he loved them. 

You smiled to yourself, knowing House, that was probably the closest you were going to get to a compliment about your food. Because the tupperware was basically clean, you could tell he actually liked them. For House, his actions usually spoke louder than his words. Once the meat finished cooking, you added the potatoes and put the lid over the pot, the only thing left to do was to wait for the potatoes to soften. With a sigh of relief, you grabbed your cup of mango-strawberry flavored wine and hummed the tune that played softly in the kitchen as you walked over to the couch to sit next to House. After a few minutes of comfortable silence, House spoke up. 

“Do you wanna go on a date?” 

You looked up from your magazine, “A date?” 

House slowly nodded, “That’s what I said, yeah.” 

You shrugged, “As long as you’re paying.” You chuckled and kept reading your magazine, you didn’t even take a moment to mull it over. House was a little surprised by your lack of hesitance, but it was overshadowed by his disappointment. 

“Wait, really?” House asked but he didn’t seem thrilled by your willingness to go on a date with him. 

“I mean, yeah?  It’s free food. It’s not like you like me or anything so why would I pass that up?” You chuckled, “Unless you actually like me, in which case, I probably look like an asshole right now.” Your eyes widened and you put your magazine down. “You don’t like me do you?” 

“No, it was a bet, which — thanks to you — I just lost.” He sighed and slouched into the couch. 

“My bad,” You laughed, “How much did you bet on me saying no?” 

“A hundred dollars.” 

You almost spit out your wine, “You were that sure I’d say no??” 

“I was, up until a moment ago.” House glanced at you as if you’d sabotaged him. 

You patted his arm trying to calm his butthurt-self, a bright smile on your face, “Sorry House, Free food is hard to pass up.” 

“Yeah, Milk the hot doctor of allllll his money, that’s your plan huh?” House looked up at the ceiling. 

“Dunno about the ‘hot’ part but everything else is accurate,” You laughed, picking up your magazine again. 

“Yeah, I’m not as hot as the burning food on the stove right now.” House stated. Your eyes widened as you hopped off the couch, setting the wine on the coffee table and running to the stove. 

“You ass! You couldn’t just  remind me like a normal person??” 

He sipped on your glass of wine as you checked if the food was burnt, “I’m far from normal, I thought you’d’ve known that by now.” House chuckled. 

“You shouldn’t drink when you’re on drugs y’know.” You snatched the cup from him as you sat back down, “You’ll end up doing some serious damage to your brain.” 

“Like I can get any worse, It’s not like I’m dying.” He turned on the TV, the  rom-com you two would watch together came on. 

“Yeah it’d suck if you died,” You finished the cup of wine. 

“Would it?” He asked as he glanced at your lips, wet from the wine. 

“Yeah. Where else would I live?” You met his eyes. 

He scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Freeloader.” 

“Hey-! I’m cooking and cleaning as payment, so not freeloading.” You nudged him with your elbow, playful smile on your face as you looked back at the TV. 

Maybe Wilson was right. Maybe he did like you. 

Just a bit though.

[accio-victuuri]

this is fake. okay. let’s start with that. lol. i am pulling the story from here. 🍭

the clowning starts with this comment from someone that said:

They are definitely at least good friends. In 2021, Xiao Zhan came to perform in Chengdu. My friend and I went together. My ticket was 280 yuan. She had a front-row ticket. The girl sitting next to her had her ticket given to her by an actress on the stage. The girl said that Wang also sent a Dragon Boat Festival gift box to their drama group on Dragon Boat Festival. Her friend even posted it on WeChat Moments. I swear, this is something we personally encountered.

hmmmmm. 👀👀👀 very interesting and there is a follow up who also sort of confirmed it.

Indeed, Wang Yibo's studio sent gifts. Let me prove it again. Someone in my circle of friends is a guitarist actor of Ru Meng. He posted a circle of friends in May 2021 when he was performing in the Ru Meng crew, and then deleted it. It's true.

but the evidence is truly the posts from the alleged friend who is an insider in the ADLAD play. per the photos below. p1 are the gifts from WYB’s team which includes what is at the time his endorsement - richora. p2 is a 9 grid photo shared by the person that proves they are part of the play.

✅ Dragon Boat Festival dates that sort of coincided with ADLAD was 6.18-6.20.21 and it was in Chengdu.

✅ The guitarist friend who shared on his circle of friends ( this is a wechat thing, think of it as posting an insta story visible to friends only ) on May 2021 could be the Qingdao leg of ADLAD. and we all know what happened in Qingdao. give to your husband wyb!!!! a cpf also brought up a rumor that mentioned WYB going to Qingdao too.

W went to see X in Qingdao Rumeng because X stood him up. Originally, the two agreed to spend the anniversary together in Qingdao, so they agreed not to have work on that day. But for some reason, X took an event without telling W. W found out from the official Weibo poster that his wife was going to the event and was very angry. So he went to Rumeng without telling X. After arriving, he was still sarcastic, "Why should I tell you I'm here? You will read about me on the news in the future." That's basically what happened.

bonus is another comment made under an account saying that male x male cps are common in the circle and only time will tell if bjyx is real. so it was implying that whatever is going on is normal and they don’t understand the hype. then someone replied sharing that they are a passerby and how their nephew acted in a drama before and he saw that xz and wyb is real. there are even photos.

we can’t really confirm all of this because anyone can say anything on the internet. but for me, it kinda feeds what we have always thought about them being an open secret. or at the very least, as what OP said, friends. which is something i wish more rational people will come to accept. how their “fans” act towards each other have nothing to do with how they are in private. 🤍

[ryuichirou]

Do you have any headcanons for dynamics between Ortho and the other first years?

Sorry for the late reply, Anon! I really love it when Ortho is grouped with the first years, I am still so happy that he is officially a student now lol

Here are some thoughts…

Ace performs card tricks for Ortho. Well, he does it for everyone whenever he feels like it, but Ortho is always very excited for those; but he kind of sees them as puzzles, as if he has to figure out how the trick works. Ace thinks it’s weird… still, he likes having an invested audience, so he doesn’t really mind. Ace is also quite curious about Ortho, his search system, his relationship with Idia, his purity (does he have one), so he asks a lot of questions, but Ortho just says it’s a “se~cret” most of the times. Oh, and Ortho is extremely good at seeing through Ace’s tricks.

Ortho helps Deuce out with homework sometimes! And if they are in the same classroom for some reason, he’ll be happy to give him a hint or even a cheat sheet, although Deuce doesn’t really like those. Still, Ortho loves both being useful and having to be stealthy about this thing just so he doesn’t get yelled at by the teacher. This is such a fun experience to him… But also, he asked Deuce for help once too. He didn’t really need it, but he really enjoyed listening to Deuce’s poor explanation. They also talk about bikes a lot (with both Deuce and Epel).

Ortho is excited to get along with everyone, but Jack is still a bit confused about how he is supposed to feel about Ortho. He is pretty neutral about him, but Ortho was eager to find common ground with him, and it was jogging. Ortho doesn’t get to use his running gear a lot, so running with Jack is a great excuse to develop and upgrade the gear further + befriend Jack! They also talk about siblings, and it’s funny because while Jack talks about taking care of his younger siblings, Ortho talks about how he makes sure Idia doesn’t forget to eat…

Ortho hangs out with Epel quite regularly actually due to being so close to Vil and the Film Research club. Maybe it’s because of the fact that both of them are small and a bit childish, but he is the most playful and mischievous with Epel; he teases him, but they also have a lot of mutual “>:3c” moments. So sometimes Epel feels like he actually got himself a sibling, but then he blinks and suddenly Ortho acts like Vil’s perfect little assistant. Epel doesn’t get how he can do both, I guess it’s because he is an AI…. (not really, Epel)

Ortho and Sebek don’t really interact all that much, but Ortho is still as intrigued by him as by any other student. Finding common ground with him also turned out to be the most difficult…  but he did listen to his ode for Malleus once! He was very patient and stoic, and Sebek has enough of understanding of an AI to think that Ortho wouldn’t mind him talking for like 4 hours. He was very satisfied because Idia’s younger brother was a much more pleasant person to talk to! Even though Ortho didn’t really say much… but he learned a lot that day (Idia immediately told Ortho to delete all this data, it’s useless noise lol)

Whenever Grim can’t see something because of his height, Ortho grabs him and flies higher so both of them could watch that thing they couldn’t see… a couple of shorties.

They have gaming tournaments pretty much regularly! You know, with the gaming system they got as a gift for Yuu and Grim. And things gets bloody because the boys are competitive, and Ortho is one of the most competitive ones. He doesn’t care that he is a computer, the fact that no one can beat him is just skill issue lol

[atopvisenyashill]

Are there are asoiaf takes you find so rancid or annoying that you’ll block on the spot?

okay so first of all - i use the block button so loosely on here bc there’s no mute function and blacklisting a url would just bog my blacklist down. once again. pls staff a mute button for when it’s not that serious. but i will block someone, then feel bad because i notice my moots reblog them a lot and i'm like "oh they're not that annoying i was just in a bad mood" and unblock. there's only one (1) take i leave someone on permablock for. every other take i find particularly rancid or annoying is all stuff i just check before i follow rather than blocking over (which is why if u don't have searching on your blog, you'll see me liking your stuff over the span of months before following. i have issues!!! aldjf).

i specifically check for that one gifset that’s like “the direwolves predicting their starkling’s fate” that has sansa getting her head chopped off. if they have it on their blog, it's like 99% likely i'm about to permablock. it’s not only a silly prediction, it’s one made by people who are deeply projecting onto sansa. as she’s my favorite, i think that’s dumb obviously lol. BUT i check for it bc like. U All Know That Group of Arya Stans. i know you know because they’ve commented on at least two of your posts with the most bizarre take you’ve ever seen. i reply when they comment on my stuff (usually just once tho & the people who delete right away are valid) but i’m not out here LOOKING for them lol, i’m actively avoiding it, and That Specific Gifset is a good litmus test for whether a Crazy Stan Groupie just hate followed me or something. also, One Of That Group, as in not just a groupie, has me blocked on this blog AND my main one which i know bc i can’t reblog from half those source blogs they run aksjdj so if i notice someone’s real involved with that group, i just pre-emptivly block bc if i can’t even reblog half of what someone is posting what’s the point there 🤧🤧

but what do i check before following/what opinions have annoyed me enough that it's lead to me "muting" aka blacklisting a url? well-

curtain of light and it’s offshoots which include “targ incest baby will save the world.” lol, lmao. they’re not right but if they’re right i’m deleting my blog and never talking about the series again and i’m so serious. i have my dignity!!

people who go on frequently about rhaenyra being entitled, evil, not worthy, "oh well the LEGALITY," or hyper focus on her violence (esp if they’re also an aemond stan🤧). i absolutely Do block people who say shit like “rhaenyra is unfeminist because she doesn’t want to marry laenor but wants to marry daemon.” tho. why? clearly zero critical thinking skills lol i think u can joke about her having bad taste in men without All Of That.

i avoid people who are hardcore into the belief that dany is the unambiguous hero for obvious reasons. if they think she’ll be queen of westeros, if they actively shoot down criticism of her actions in the bay & towards mmd and irri? nah, and i've muted and blocked people for this one if they're particularly nastie. i DO follow idk three or four dany stans but they're generally not out here actively beefing with people and also they tend to hate emilia’s acting too lol, like they’re not Targ Nation.

(which, related, but people who stan dany but are tg? THEE most obnoxious people in this fandom, i NEVER follow those people).

rhaelya. even my fellow “well i like it BECAUSE it’s toxic” shippers don’t get into this one. it’s like people who swallow dany rewriting drogo/dany in her head to me. no critical thinking skills.

i really am just obsessively reading people’s stark tags before following BUT anything on ned being an enabler, being too honorable to shit, “oh would he even save lyanna from robert if robert started physically abusing her." why? it just annoys me aksjdj , we spend an entire NOVEL rolling around in that man’s psyche and we shouldn’t be missing the point like this.

“dornish people aren’t non white” takes. that’s directly contradicted by the text, i don’t give a shit about any casting, there’s so clearly an ethnic and racial difference at play here with how the rest of Westeros treats Dorne. you either understand that or you’re a moron.

[coquitokisses]

Trusting Again | chapter 007: memories

Word count: 3713

a/n: i mention something about Bucky having siblings and i just wanna say,i did not invent that lol in Captain America The Winter Soldier, when Steve’s at the museum, they show Bucky’s side and it says “Barnes grew up the oldest child of four” and i have receipts lmao so yeah, the only thing i did invent was that he had all sisters (which i do not know if it’s true, but i see him having younger sisters) and well let’s not forget that he does have a sister in the comics so yeah

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When I opened my eyes, I was in a big and empty room. There was no furniture, it looked kinda old, it was dark and I was alone. I made my way to the center of the room as I looked around.

I know this place.

I turned around and I was now outside, in a gun range. I jumped at the sound of the gunshots, I looked around and saw different people shooting at their targets practicing. I need to get out of here. When I turned around, I saw the chief standing there looking at me.

“Kill him.” He told me

“What?” I frowned confused

“Kill him.” He repeated and when I turned around I saw that it was one of the other trainees

I looked down at my hands and I was holding a gun.

“Kill him.” He ordered

“No..” I looked back at him “He’s my friend.”

“Znaete kakvo se sluchva sŭs slabite.” He said “Ubiĭ go.

(You know what happens to the weak ones. Kill him)

I just took a deep breath and I pulled the trigger shooting him in the head.

"Dobra rabota, purpuren angel." He said putting one of his hand on my shoulder

(Good job, crimson angel.)

I gasped opening my eyes and immediately sat up feeling a slight headache from getting up so fast. It was a fucking nightmare.

“You okay?” I heard Bucky's voice and I took a deep breath calming myself down

“Yeah.” I cleared my throat and I pushed the jacket that was covering me to the side “I just had the most vivid nightmare.”

“About what?” He asked

“Some things I really wanna leave in the past.” I sighed running my fingers through my hair “Are we there yet?” I asked Steve

“We're close.” He replied “You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Any idea how’d they found you?”

“I don’t know, they weren't supposed to.” I replied “It probably was when SHIELD’s files went public.”

“But that was two years ago, why are they coming now?” Sam spoke

I sighed. “I have no idea.”

(…)

📍Struer, Denmark

When we arrived, it was like 5 pm in Denmark and it was already dark since it’s winter. We got off the jet and walked over to the house, Nick was waiting for us in the porch.

“About damn time.” He said once we were close enough to hear him

I dropped my backpack, which Steve picked up after, and a smile appeared on my face as I ran towards him.

“I was starting to wonder if I even had a daughter or not.” He said and I immediately hugged him “Look at you, it’s only been a year and you already look different.”

“Oh stop.” I chuckled pulling away from him

“How are you?” He asked

“Well, she has had better days, that’s for sure.” Steve said looking at me and I nodded

“Come on, let’s get inside.”

We all walked into the house and we sat in the living room. I told Nick everything that happened and we kinda came to the conclusion that the only way they could’ve found me is through the files that were released. And well, also because I’m a fugitive.

“Can’t you find the files and delete them or something?” I asked

“I could try, but it won’t guarantee that they won’t still be looking for you.” Nick replied

“Even if you could delete them, it won’t be of any use if they already have her information.” Steve said

“So what the hell am I supposed to do? They’re not gonna stop looking for me as long as they have it.” I said

“You need to relax, I’m gonna take care of it.” Nick said “Do you guys have a place yet?”

“Well no, that was next thing on the list.” Steve replied

“Stay here for a few days, who knows if they also know things about you guys.” he said “And with everything that y’all got going on, y’all need to stay low, specially you.” He looked at me

“For how long?” Sam asked

“Just until I can get some information on them and also try and get Cat out of their radar.” He replied and I let out a sigh “Hey,” he put his hand on my shoulder and I looked up at him “Everything’s gonna be fine.”

“I hope so.” I nodded “Well, at least we have some beds for tonight.” I looked at Steve and he chuckled

“I’m gonna go meet up with Maria to tell her what’s been going on.” Nick said “This is your home.” He looked at me

“I know.” I smiled at him

“I’ll be back in a few hours, don’t leave the house.” He told us “I’m calling Decker so he can come and take proper care of that wound.” He pointed at my shoulder

Decker is a very close friend of his who happens to be a nurse and he also used to worked at SHIELD as an EMT.

“But I’m fine.” I said

“I didn’t asked, he’s still coming to stitch you up.”

I just rolled my eyes. “Okay.”

He talked with us for a few more minutes and then he left. I showed the guys where they could sleep and then after that we literally didn’t do anything. Decker came like an hour later and he did patched me up better, I did need some stitches.

“No heavy lifting, no raising your arm too far and no touching it too much, let the wound heal and let the stitches fall on their own.” Decker explained

“How long am I gonna be like this?” I asked as he put an arm sling on me

“Well it’s not a big wound, probably 6 to 8 weeks, the stitches will fall on their own so don’t pick them.”

I let out a sigh. “Can I make dinner at least? I’m starving.”

“As long as you don’t move this arm too much.” He said “I left you some painkillers on the table, take them every four to six hours, if it’s an unbearable pain, give me a call.”

“Thank you, Decker.” I said

“Be careful.”

I nodded. “I will.”

After Decker left, I made us some “dinner” (which was just some mac and cheese I found) we ate and then when it was already getting dark, I was just sitting in the porch. There’s actually an amazing view here to watch sunsets. Although it was already completely dark.

“Penny for your thoughts?” I heard Bucky’s voice at the door and I turned my head to look at him

“Oh I don’t think you would want to hear them.” I said and he chuckled

“Try me.” He sat next to me

“I’m just thinking.” I shrugged “What would exactly happen if they find me again.”

“Who are “they” exactly?”

“They don’t exactly have a name.” I said “Uh..” I cleared my throat “It’s kinda like an organization I was a part of when I was little, like a training school of some kind.”

“What do they train you for?”

“To kill.” I replied “And to be spies.”

“I thought you learned that at SHIELD.”

“Absolutely not.” I chuckled lightly shaking my head “I got into SHIELD already knowing what I know, I just used it for good there.”

“How did you end up in SHIELD?” He asked

“I don’t think you wanna hear that traumatic part of my life.”

“I’m sorry, have you met me?“ He raised an eyebrow “Yours can’t be that bad.”

I took a deep breath and I decided to just tell him.

“When I was almost 7, my mom was killed by some men and then those same men took me and basically kidnapped me and sent me to Bulgaria.”

“For what?”

“Well to the “organization” which is where I was basically trained growing up and Nick found me when I was like 12.”

“And what happened?”

“Well we went to United States and he was gonna send me to a foster home like some of the other kids that were saved but instead he decided to keep me.”

“He continued training you?”

“Yeah kinda.” I nodded “He says that he saw I had potential and he wanted me to use it for good this time so he ended up adopting me because otherwise I would’ve been put up in the system.”

“That was nice of him.” said “You went to school?”

“Yeah I finished what I had left of middle school and then I started high school and I graduated with honors.” I smiled

“Well look at you.”

“Traumatized but with honors.”

He chuckled. “Traumatized but with honors, I want that on a t-shirt.” He said and I laughed “When did you start working at SHIELD?”

“I was like 16 when Nick asked me to work with him.”

“You were very young.”

I nodded. “I was.”

“I thought you were older.”

“How old?” I furrowed my brows

“I don’t know, I thought you were in your mid 20s or something.”

“Well I’m getting there.” I chuckled

“I can’t believe it.” He shook his head

“If we’re gonna talk about age, let’s talk about yours, how old are you?”

“Almost a 100, technically.”

“When were you born? 1918 too?”

“1917.”

“How old were you when you.. uh.. fell..?”

“Like 27 or 28.”

“Oh that’s why you have such a nice face, you were young.”

“Why thank you.” He rolled his eyes playfully “Can I ask you something?”

“You already are.”

“Where are you from? Navarro doesn’t exactly sound american”

“I’m from Washington DC.” I joked

“But where are you from really?”

“I was born in Puerto Rico and I moved to Brazil when I was 6 and a half.”

“So that’s where the mix of accents comes from.”

“Yeah, it never really went away.”

“Your first language is spanish?”

“Yes.”

“But you’re very fluent in english.”

“Well my mom taught me very little so I knew both languages and then I learned portuguese when I was in Brazil.”

“How many languages do you actually know?”

“Like 7 or 8 I think..?”

“Really?” He asked and I nodded in response “Which ones?”

“They’re a lot.”

He rolled his eyes. “Okay, just tell me.”

“Well spanish, portuguese, italian, german, russian, romanian, bulgarian and french.” As I mentioned each one, I counted them with my fingers “And english, of course.”

“And are you fluent in all of them?”

I let out a giggle. “Well yeah, obviously.”

“That’s a lot of languages for someone this young.”

“Yeah, well, that’s one good thing that came out of being 6 years in Bulgaria.”

“So they taught you six languages.”

“Well they don’t really teach you bulgarian, you kinda learn it on your own.” I shrugged “They basically taught me five.”

“It’s good that you know a lot of languages.”

“Yeah, at least something good came out of it.” I nodded and then I looked at him “You know a lot of languages too.”

“I do.” He nodded “But not as much as you.”

“You know spanish?”

“You know what? I don’t.”

“You don’t?! I thought you said you spoke 30 languages.”

He shook his head. “No, not me.”

“What do you mean? Then how many languages can you speak?”

“The ones that Hydra needed me to know.”

“Russian?”

“Russian, latin, german, romanian, japanese and obviously english.”

“What was the point of having you know multiple languages if they didn’t taught you spanish?”

He chuckled. “Guess it wasn’t that necessary.”

“And you know latin?! That’s so cool.”

“Not as cool as italian.”

“Italian is pretty cool.” I nodded “It kinda sounds like spanish, some words and stuff.”

“I’ve heard.”

“And spanish is pretty similar to portuguese which is how I got to learn it pretty quick.”

“That was a great advantage then.”

“It was.”

This man isn’t so bad. In fact he’s like the most chill person out of all of us. I never would’ve thought I would be sitting here talking to him so casually.

We were outside for a few minutes, Bucky went back inside but I decided to stay out, I really love this place and I just wanted to enjoy the silence and the breeze. It was already kinda dark when I saw Nick’s car coming. He parked and he got out of the car with Maria.

“Hey, gorgeous.” She smiled at me when she got closer

“Hi.” I hugged her

“How are you feeling?” She asked pulling away from me

“I’m okay, all things considered.” I replied

“Let’s go inside, gotta tell you what we found.” Nick said

We walked inside and we sat at the dinner table with the rest of the guys.

“We didn’t find much information than what we already had.” Nick said “They’re still in Bulgaria but we found some of them in Russia also and they’re still very undercover and very hard to find.”

“But we managed to get our hands on the information they had on you.” Maria looked at me “And let’s just say that it’s a lot, they’ve been tracking you since the SHIELD and HYDRA stuff went public in 2014.”

“Are they gonna come looking for her again?” Steve asked

“They’ll try.” Nick nodded “The good news is we got you off their grid.”

“And the bad news?” I looked at him, I was moving my leg like crazy and I was trying so hard not to bite my nails

“They’re not gonna stop and you know it.” He said and I took a deep breath “They had all your information, everything Natasha released from SHIELD and HYDRA two years ago plus everything that happened in the last few months.”

“And we managed to get you off their grid hoping that they don’t still have that information saved somewhere else.” Maria said “Which is a high possibility.”

I felt a knot in my throat and my chest started to feel tighter making my breathing get heavier. I couldn’t stop shaking my leg and I felt my hands get a little sweaty and shaky as I played with my fingers trying to calm down.

“Hey” Steve noticed my behavior and he put his hand on my knee “You’re gonna be fine.”

I nodded giving him a small smile. But I couldn’t help but feel this awful pressure on my chest.

“I need to get some air.” I said standing up

Before any of them could say anything, I quickly walked over to the door and got out of the house. I haven’t had a panic attack since I was little and I do remember how awful they felt. I would just start crying and because of that I couldn’t really breathe, it was just the worst thing ever.

I just sat on the porch stairs trying to breathe. I closed my eyes trying to concentrate until I heard the door swing open.

“You good?” Steve asked

“Yeah, I just.. I think I’m having a little panic attack.”

“You’re okay.” He said and I felt him sitting next to me

“It hurts..” I sobbed covering my face with both hands

“Hey, look at me.” He gently grabbed my wrists getting my hands away from my face so I could look at him “Breathe with me, come on.”

“I.. I can’t..”

“Yes you can, come on.” He said “Deep breaths.”

He took a deep breath and I started to do the same, trying to keep up with him.

“You’re stronger than all of this, you know that, right?” He said, I was just looking at him “Hm?”

I simply nodded in response.

“Come on, deep breaths again.”

I took another one and I was starting to feel my heart rate slow down so I kept trying to take slow deep breaths like Steve was doing until I finally felt better.

“One more.” He said and I did it “You’re okay, bubs, everything’s gonna be okay.”

I shook my head. “We don’t know that.”

“You’re not gonna be alone.” He grabbed one of my hands

“I know..” I nodded “It’s just that I really thought that it was over.”

“We all did.” He replied “But everything’s gonna be just fine, you’ll see.”

I let out a sigh. “I really hope so.”

“Ready to go back inside?” He asked and I just nodded

We both got up and got back in the house.

“You feel better?” Nick asked

“She’s better.” Steve answered while nodding

“I’m heading to New York in two hours, whatever I find, I’ll send it to Nick.” Maria said

“Uh, can you do me one more favor?” I asked her

“Sure, what?” She looked at me

“Can you look someone up for me?” I went to the kitchen and grabbed a napkin and a pen

“What do you need?”

“Everything.” I wrote the name in the napkin “And by everything I mean everything.” I handed her the napkin

“Cuban friend?” She read the name

“Something like that.”

“What? You think Maricela’s not who she really says she is?” Sam asked

“I just wanna be sure.” I shrugged “You never know.”

“I’ll look her up.” Maria nodded “I’ll send everything to Nick once I have the information.”

“Thank you.”

(…)

* hours later *

It’s almost 1 am and I’m in the dining room doing a word search while eating some cookies. I heard some footsteps coming from the stairs and when I turned my head, I saw Bucky.

“You still up.” He said walking towards me

“You are too.” I said

“I am.” He nodded while sitting on the chair next to me “Why aren’t you sleeping?”

“I’m just not sleepy.” I replied “And you? Still having trouble sleeping?”

“Sort of.” He sighed “Think I’m a little anxious, that’s all.”

“Well that makes two of us.”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.” I lifted my head to look at him

“Are you an only child?”

“No.” I replied “I had an older sister.”

“Had?”

“Well..” I sighed closing the book “I don’t know if she’s alive.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well I don’t know what happened to her after my mom died.” I said “She was with us when it happened, but they separated us so I never saw her again.”

“Have you looked for her?”

“I have.” I nodded “It’s just that.. either she’s very good at hiding or she’s dead.”

“What’s her name?” He asked

“Gianna, she’s three years older than me.” I replied “You had siblings?”

“Yeah.” He nodded “Three younger than me.”

“Oh yeah, I remember Steve talking about it.” I smiled a little “You had sisters.”

“I did.”

“How was being a big brother to girls?”

“Well it was.. a nightmare.” He said and we both chuckled “No, it was great, actually, we were close.”

“I bet you were.” I nodded with a little smile

We were talking for a while until we both went back to our rooms. At almost 3 in the morning.

(…)

* the next morning *

I woke up at 8:48 and I decided to stay in bed a few minutes until I got up to use the bathroom and brush my teeth. I went downstairs and Steve was on the kitchen while Bucky was sitting in one of the stools in front of him, both drinking coffee and Steve reading a newspaper.

“How are you reading that?” I walked over to them

“I know danish.” He replied

“You know danish?” I looked at him kinda shocked and confused

“I didn’t know that.” Bucky said looking at him pretty confused too

“Yeah, me neither, what the fuck?”

Steve looked at me. “Don’t swear.” He said

“Sorry.” I rolled my eyes as I walked to the kitchen cabinet to grab a cup for my coffee “Did y’all eat already?” I asked them

“No, not yet.” Steve replied “Why?”

“Well because I’m gonna make breakfast.” I said pouring some coffee into the cup “Where’s Sam?”

“He’s still sleeping.”

“Has Nick or Maria called?”

“No.”

Nick had some other things to take care of so he’s not in Denmark, but he should be back tomorrow.

I made a whole breakfast and by whole I mean, whole. Eggs, potatoes, bacon and even pancakes. When I finished, I served Steve and Bucky.

“Enjoy.” I put the plates in front of them

“Thank you, Cat.” Steve said

“It looks good.” Bucky added

“I know, thanks, it tastes better.” I went back to the kitchen to grab my plate

I sat down with the guys and we ate while talking about random things.

The hours passed, I’m sitting on the floor in the living room watching a movie, which I do not understand since it’s in danish. I hear the door opening and when I turned, I saw Nick.

“Here.” He passed me his phone

I picked it up and saw Maria on the screen.

“Hi?” I spoke

“Hey, so I got some info on your friend.” She said

“What’d you find?”

“Nothing.” She replied “She’s clean.”

“Are you sure?”

She nodded. “Very sure, there’s nothing to worry about.”

“Well that’s a relief.” I sighed “Anything else?”

“Well I know Nick is gonna talk with you guys and explain everything, but long story short, we think you guys should stay there a few weeks just to be safe.” She explained

I let out a sigh. “Well that’s great.”

She chuckled. “What? Don’t wanna stay with dear old dad?”

“No, it’s not that.” I laughed “It’s just that I never thought something like this was gonna happen.”

“Everything’s gonna be fine, don’t worry about it.” She said “After these few weeks, we’re gonna find a place for you guys to stay.”

“Thank you for everything, Maria, seriously.”

“No need to thank, I’ll do anything for you and you know it.”

“Yeah, I know.” I smiled “Do you wanna talk to Nick?”

“No it’s fine, tell him that I’ll call him tomorrow to keep him updated in case I found anything.”

“Got it.” I nodded “Take care.”

“You too, love.”

I hung up the call and I got up from the couch to give Nick his phone. He then proceeded to explain everything to us, basically what Maria just told me but more detailed.

So we’ll be staying here a little more time than anticipated.

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[katareyoudrilling]

Hi Kat

'Shared Document' has its Fan Fiction Birthday on 28th August 🎂

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Tell us something about that fic, anything you like, and we'll help blow out the candles and wish it many happy returns!

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Omg, really?? It’s been two years??

It feels longer ago, honestly lol

To celebrate Shared Document’s birthday, I’ll tell the true story that inspired it…

In early 2021, I had just started writing smut and just started falling for the one and only Pedro Pascal. We were still a year away from me joining tumblr. Also, I was in my second year as treasurer for my kid’s elementary school PTA (don’t worry, we weren’t *that* kind of PTA)

One day, I’m just minding my business when I get an email from another PTA board member. The email says “Katie, what’s this?” followed by a couple of sentences from something I was writing.

I’m sure you can all imagine the full body panic that took over me. I immediately wrote her back explaining that I had taken up “creative writing” over the pandemic and it was from something I wrote (the sentences weren’t explicit but it was pretty clear what type of thing they were from). I apologized profusely and said how I had no idea how I could have emailed that to her.

She responded back that it was ok and not to worry, but that I hadn’t emailed it her… I had put those sentences in a shared google doc she had sent out the night before

☠️☠️☠️

Cue hyperventilating.

Here’s what happened— she was getting everyone in a leadership role with the PTA to fill out our job descriptions in a Google sheet so that we could start recruiting volunteers for the next school year. I had quickly filled in my responsibilities and remember doing some cut/pasting and the doc being weird about it. Turns out I had cut those sentences from my fic earlier in the day and had accidentally pasted them in the doc.

I was MORTIFIED. She had deleted it from the doc but I was able to see who had been in the document during the time it was there… and it wasn’t just me. No one ever said anything, but I was panicked for a while. She ended up moving out of our district that summer and I haven’t seen her since, which is a shame, I really liked her. She did say that she would like to read more, so I sent her Reunion later that year when I finished it and she enjoyed it.

I was able to laugh about the whole incident pretty quickly and knew it would make a great story one day. Fast forward to spring of 2022– I am finishing my time on the PTA board, we have resumed in-person meetings, and I have been on tumblr for a few months. Four of us go out for drinks after a PTA meeting and start talking pandemic hobbies. I revealed mine. They all wanted to read my stuff but I wasn’t sure they were ready for it. (I didn’t tell the shared document story until I was officially done with the PTA and then only to a few people. It definitely got a good laugh and some dropped jaws when I did)

My writing is an open secret now among my extended friend group. My closest friends (2 of which were at that table when I shared my pandemic hobby. That night was in many ways the start of our friendship) have read some of my stuff and so have some who weren’t there that night.

The third at the table wanted to read but he is a dad and I told him I wouldn’t send smut to another woman’s husband lol, but if he had his wife ask me, I would send it to her and she could decide. That hasn’t happened yet lol. She and I are getting to be friends now and I can’t imagine him admitting to her that he knew about my hobby years ago and wanted to read it. He told me he tried to find my tumblr, but as you all know finding anything on tumblr is a fools errand. He’s never going to find and I don’t think he’s tried since right after that night.

I wanted to use the story as the base of a fic but really struggled with how to do it until one day I had the idea that became Shared Document! The story is a funny one for me, but reader gets a much more satisfying ending 😏

Thanks for helping me celebrate!

[akaridream]

after dark pt. 2: rooftop (hawks x reader)

tags: hawks x reader

cw: cursing, hawks is a flirt, afab reader, mentions of drugs/alcohol, smut in later chapters

taglist: @inkthgoat ​ @pnsduck @mysideeffectsofyou

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You nearly cried when you saw half a million yen in your bank account Saturday morning. You spent a few extra minutes in bed, grinning at the ceiling and thanking the kami for Hawks. You couldn’t help but think of the smile in his voice and the playful spark in his eye. I should thank him again, you thought. You reached for your phone just as a text came through.

Hawks: morning! the transfer should have gone through by now, lemme know if you got it

You: Yes, I got it. Thank you again, the amount is extremely generous for three weeks. I hope my work lives up to it

Hawks: i’m sure you’ll be worth it :) so for monday, i was thinking we should meet up near the psc hq with enough time for you to give me a quick crash course on taking photos for evidence. I’ve got an ear piece for you too, so we can be in constant contact while we’re spread out

You: Yeah we can do that. Do you have a DSLR?

Hawks: lol what is that

You: Are you serious

Hawks: nah haha its the 21st century, i know what a digital camera is :D i don’t have one though

You: omg good grief Hawks

You: Most cell phones can take pretty good pics these days, so I’m sure yours will be fine. Or I can teach you how to work the SLR and I’ll use my phone since I know what I’m doing

Hawks: ooo I kNoW wHaT i’M dOinG

You: Wow, the attitude. I could always just take your money and run

Hawks: could you tho? i bet i could track you down

You: I could go off the grid and you’d never find me

Hawks: eh, you’d get bored and lonely. plus i have my ways

You: Maybe bored, but I doubt I’d get lonely. Snowy owls are solitary

Hawks: not always ;)

You couldn’t help but blush. His cheeky banter made you wonder how he could be so comfortable with someone he just met. You crafted, then deleted, then rewrote, then deleted your reply again, trying to find the line between professional and playful. He was right, after all, and spring was on its way.

You: I should have known you were going to be a handful, Hero.

Hawks: ;) ;) ;)

You rolled your eyes and blushed again. Goofball, you thought. You just might reciprocate the flirting, once your work was done.

You: Text me when you have something important to talk about, Bird Brain

Hawks: aw c’mon, i’m just teasing ya

Hawks: how does 3:30p monday at the family mart a block east of the psc sound? we can grab some snacks, hang out on the rooftop and take some practice shots

You: No offense, but you kind of attract attention, so going anywhere in public in the light of day with you is going to be a no for me. Nighttime shooting is more involved than shooting in full daylight, that’s when I think we’ll need to practice. How about tomorrow after sundown?

Hawks: you just can’t wait to see me, huh?

Hawks: but yeah, I can make that work. same place, 8p tomorrow. and i’ll grab snacks beforehand, all by my lonesome :’( what kinda stuff you like?

You: Sounds good to me. Nothing spicy. Other than that I’m really not picky. Something salty and something sweet I guess

Hawks: no spice? bummer

Hawks: i’ll hook you up tho. see you then!

You felt childish sitting on the roof with your feet overhanging the side of the stories-high building downtown Fukuoka. The busy street below bustled with life, but no crimson feathers to speak of yet. Your stomach was convinced you were on a roller coaster, slowing ticking up and up and up towards the crest of a great drop. No professional dealings had ever gotten you in knots like this.

What if I’m a bad teacher? What if he’s a total moron and doesn’t understand anything I say? What if I trip over my words? What if I forget something super important and his photos turn out horrible? What if he forgets to take off the lens cap?

Your anxiety and the bracing breeze sent a chill through you. You pulled your thumb sleeves tighter over your knuckles. Cold weather was your comfort zone, but something in the air felt… Different.

You pulled your camera bag onto your lap and fiddled with the settings. The night cityscape from the top of the building made for a nice shot, and it might ease your nerves to practice what you wanted to say in your mind before Hawks arrived. You stood, knelt, leaned, trying to get the composition just right when you sensed a presence behind you.

“Ayo! Getting started without me?”

“Geez, tell the entire neighborhood we’re up here!” you griped, turning off your camera.

Hawks laughed, took off his flight goggles and slid his headphones off to hang around his neck. “Not like we’re doing anything nefarious up here anyway! How ya been?” he asked, sitting down to lean against the half wall ledge next to you, konbini bag in tow.

“Fine, just getting a couple shots of the skyline,” you said before stowing your camera. “How are you?”

“Oh, you know. Same old stuff, chasing cliche thieves and villains. Come check out what I got for ya. Whatever you don’t like I’ll be happy to eat. Cool jacket by the way. Custom made?”

“Oh, this?” you gestured. “I modified it myself actually. All I did was take some cheap track jacket, cut a hole in the back and surged the edges. Well, and I dyed it black.”

“Let me see the back,” he asked, gesturing for you to turn around. You turned shyly, spreading your wings out to compliment the work you’d done. Hawks smirked, impressed. “Very nice. You sew then?”

You tucked your wings back in and sat next to Hawks. “I like to make or modify stuff for my wings at least. Tailors are expensive, plus sometimes I get the itch to do creative stuff.”

“That’s really cool. I may have to commission you for some of my ideas!” he said, pulling out a veritable buffet of konbini goodies. You chuckled.

“Geez, are we expecting guests?” You grabbed a pack of umaibo, one of your favorite crunchy snacks.

“Nah, I’m just a growing boy! Hero work burns a lot of calories, and I haven’t had a break since lunch!” he said as he tore into a famous Famichiki. He offered a second to you. “Saw these right next to the register and couldn’t pass ‘em up. Something about konbini fried chicken warms the soul, ya know?”

You took it, smiling. “These remind me of middle school.”

“Yeah?” he asked. “How so?”

“There was a Family Mart between school and home, I used to grab them all the time,” you said. “Glad you don’t mind being a cannibal.”

He laughed. “Right? People call me that all the time! We can’t help that we’re birds of prey!” His laughter warmed you. Or was it the hot food?

“I always wonder what school was like,” Hawks continued. “I was home schooled. Well, sort of. I never went to regular school at least.”

“You didn’t go to UA?” you asked. “I thought that was pretty much a requirement for pro heroes.”

He shook his head. “Nope, not for me at least. I might have liked to go there, but…” He looked into the distance. “Growing up wasn’t the best for me.”

You tilted your head and looked at him. “I’m sorry to hear that.”

He shrugged and sighed. “Eh, s’just how it is. Things are good now. I’m glad I don’t have to worry about stuff like where meals are gonna come from anymore, you know?”

You frowned. “Damn, it was that bad? I hate that.”

He polished off his chicken and stole some umaibo from your open bag. “Yeah, it was shitty but it didn’t last forever. But enough about me anyway. What’s your family like?”

“Mom was pretty quiet and Dad was super busy, so pretty typical family, I guess. Although I do have a twin brother.”

“Ooh, that’s cool. Where do they all live?”

“Up in Hokkaido,” you said, stealing back your umaibo.

“Damn, that’s far. Anywhere near Sapporo?”

“Mom’s near Date where I grew up, a couple hours southeast of Sapporo. Don’t really know where my dad is these days, and my brother’s way out in the middle of nowhere. He hates the city even more than me.”

“You hate the city?” he asked, leaning towards you.

You nodded. “Too much going on. The noise, the lights, the swarms of people… It’s a lot. My hometown was pretty quiet but there was no opportunity for work there. Sapporo would have been alright probably but… I just wanted a big change I guess, so I picked Fukuoka. So here I am, just trying to cope with my quirk.”

You surprised yourself with how much you said, chalking it up to Hawks’ comforting presence and being a good listener.

“Crazy that you moved across the whole country. Does your brother have a similar quirk?”

“Yep, almost exactly the same. His wings are pretty much pure white, almost no speckles like I have.”

“Ah, interesting,” he said. “You guys close?”

You gave a cynical chuckle. “Definitely not. I’m not really close with anyone.”

He tilted his head. “Not with anyone? Really?”

You shrugged, trying to avoid his eyes.

“No best friend?” he asked.

“When I was in school. But not anymore.”

“No boyfriend?” he asked incredulously.

You laughed darkly. “No, definitely not.”

Hawks furrowed his brow but smiled playfully. “You mean you’re not a total ball-busting heart-breaker?”

You snorted. “Hell no. Try chronically single.”

He chuckled. “I may be high on the public approval charts, but I’m afraid I suffer that fate too.” He tossed you some Winter Melty Pocky. “My excuse is that I’m always too busy, but I wouldn’t mind making time for someone special. Maybe someday when things settle down and villains don’t run the streets some angel will sweep me off my wings.” He had a wistful look in his eyes as he tore through another snack.

“Yeah, I guess I wouldn’t mind that either,” you said.

Your mind drifted back to your middle school days as you opened the Pocky. Your first kiss had been stolen by a rambunctious boy in your class who was dared to play the Pocky game. The popular girls turned him down, but you, not knowing the true intention of the game, waited patiently with the biscuit in your mouth. As his lips crashed against yours, you were confused, not lovestruck as you wanted your first kiss to be. The only kiss since then was a brief make out session at the only college party you ever attended. He tasted of cheap beer and tobacco, a combination that still makes your stomach turn. You never spoke again once winter break arrived, but at least the occasion was consensual.

As you munched on the bitter chocolate, you wondered what Hawks might taste like. You caught yourself and squeezed your eyes shut. Am I insane? I just met this guy two days ago!

“So, the other day you said you don’t trust heroes. Any particular reason why?” Hawks asked.

Your face grew tense. “A few. The hero market is pretty over-saturated these days.”

He shrugged. “Yeah, that might be true. But how does that affect your trust in them?”

You crossed your arms. “I’m not convinced there’s enough crime to go around. I think a lot of them probably take care of a couple high-publicity jobs and go home after an hour’s work.”

Hawks eyed you. “Have you looked at crime statistics recently?”

“Not since college.”

“You might be surprised at them. I’m not trying to say you’re wrong, but crime rates have changed a lot with quirks getting more common.”

“Yeah, and while quirks are a fine explanation for the crime increase and the overabundance of heroes, I’d rather it be police stopping crime. Doing it for the notoriety defeats a lot of the purpose in my eyes.”

“What’s the difference though?” Hawks asked, turning towards you. “Isn’t it good that crime gets stopped, period?”

You shook your head. “Doing something good just because you know people are watching? Seems a little hollow. To me, it’s more about integrity. Heroes should work behind the scenes more and focus on doing the right things when no one is looking.”

He nodded. “I completely agree. So how do you know they aren’t already doing that if all you see are their TV appearances?”

You opened your mouth to reply, but once you met Hawks’ golden eyes, your words died in your throat. Damn, you thought. He’s exactly right. He seemed to know it too, but he didn’t boast. He only continued to search your eyes, his lips upturned in a soft smile.

“So, what do I need to know for your camera?” Hawks asked as he opened a bag of spicy chips.

“First thing, you had better not get any of that spicy dust on it, or I’ll toss you off the roof,” you quipped. You might not mind a touch of spice, if it came from his lips.

“Your threat would be scarier if I couldn’t fly,” he said, attempting to steal one of your Pocky sticks. You swatted the back of his hand playfully.

“Uh-uh, if you wanted some Pocky you should have gotten two, bird brain,” you said, pulling out a stick and waving it to tempt him. “These are my favorite.”

Hawks pouted. “Aw, but spicy chocolate is so good!”

You briefly thought of putting the biscuit between your teeth to tease him with it, just like the old Pocky game, but you could never work up the nerve to be so bold. Instead, you held the stick in front of his mouth and rolled your eyes.

“Geez, if you’re gonna whine about it.”

“You sure?” he asked, holding your eye contact. You rested the Pocky against his lips. He smiled and gently bit the biscuit in half, then chased it with a spicy chip, then ate the other half of the Pocky. He hummed in delight as he licked the flavored dust off his fingers. You scrunched up your nose.

“That is so gross,” you said, laughing.

“Mm, the chocolate on those is even better than the regular ones! Definitely a good combo. You sure you don’t wanna give it a try?”

“Absolutely not, especially after you just licked your fingers!”

He gave a menacing smile and extracted a chip from the bag, loaded with spicy dust. “Come on now, just one won’t kill you.”

“Ugh, no way!” You pushed his arm away, giggling. He easily overpowered you and brought the chip dangerously close to your face. “That smells like fire, oh my gosh Hawks!”

You playfully shoved at each other, laughing as you tried to get the diabolical chip as far away as possible. Hawks feigned weakness and you grabbed his wrist, aiming the chip back towards his mouth. He chomped it, then lunged for you Pocky, snatching it out of your hand.

“You cheater!” you squealed, grabbing his other wrist and struggling with him for control.

“Ah! Damn girl, you’ve got some sharp claws!”

You looked at your hands, noticing your naturally black nails digging into his skin. You released him, suddenly guilty over the half moon marks left in his flesh.

“Oh, geez, sorry!” you yelped. Hawks just smiled and took out a piece of Pocky.

“No worries, I’m tough. I can handle a battle scar or two,” he said, holding the Pocky to your lips. “See, didn’t even break the skin.”

You took the Pocky with your teeth and turned away, cheeks warm. “Maybe I should have for stealing my treat.”

“Didn’t your parents ever teach you to share?” he asked with a gentle elbow to your side.

“They taught me to fend for myself! Now are we gonna goof off all night or we gonna get down to business? We do have work to do tomorrow.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. I just like making you laugh.” His smile made his eyes wrinkle. Your heart stuttered and you couldn’t help but smile too. He’s so pretty…

“Oh, but speaking of work, here’s the ear piece.” He pulled a device from his pocket and handed it to you. “Connect it to your phone and tomorrow while we’re on surveillance, we can talk to each other.”

You examined the compact device. “And what if I get sick of hearing you?”

He grinned and shrugged. “You can always turn down the volume and see how long it takes me to notice you aren’t listening.”

You laughed. “Alright, sounds good. Now, let’s get started with some camera stuff. Do you know what aperture is?”

Hawks pretended to rack his brain. “Hm, that company from the Portal games?”

“We’re gonna be here all night, aren’t we?”

He shrugged. “Only if you want to.”

next (part 3)

[bisluthq]

Have you seen matty fighting with azealia? Because she’s been nonstop tweeting about Charli’s appearance, matty told her to just rap and shut up and that she must be jealous atp because she’s a failure despite her talent. Azealia responded by of course bringing up Taylor - telling a fan he’s mad because she “told taylor to dump him and she did” - and then said she would drug him and kill him if he came to Miami. She also quote tweeted a tweet of his that was a general message to her and everybody to not make comments about Gabi saying she “looks like Frankenstein” and later started tweeting pictures of gabbriette as a child and teenager at him saying horrible things about her appearance, that she’s fat and got work done, etc. Matty responded to all of the above by saying he’s not the one and he’d slap her if he saw her in person so that her wig flies off. He immediately deleted it and started joking around like nah we should work it out on the remix and that he shouldn’t have said that. Azealia runs with it saying she’s going to sue him for threatening violence against her - even tho she did it first - and today (12 hours after the fact) she starts posting screenshots of their dms of him apologizing and trying to explain himself and get her to stop harassing the women close to him. The internet is SPLIT, many people who don’t even like him are happy to see azealia humbled and point blank see that she threatened him first and he immediately tried to rectify it. ofc once swifties found out what was happening they rodeeee off with it and many have pledged allegiance to azealia. because matty deleted most of his tweets but a lot of hers are still up, of course a narrative running rn is “matty healy threatens a black woman with violence” and his old controversies are being brought up again; extremely ironic considering earlier in the day, he was replying to fans a lot and talking about things he regrets and how he’s trying to change for the rest of his career. Lol. and that’s what you missed on glee!

Idk dude 1) they’re both crazy and ergo pretty much both perpetually wrong like they really shouldn’t have access to phones lmao but they live for causing shit online which is a pity because yes both are musically talented people 2) threatening racialized violence is inexcusable and never funny? And the hair comment racialized his point? Which, okay he apologized for but why say it if you’re gonna apologize two seconds later AND ALSO and this is something that really bothers me WHY IS THAT WHERE YOUR BRAIN GOES? You know?? Whenever people are like “oh I was just upset, I didn’t mean it” I’m like “ok maybe you didn’t but WHY is this the first thing your brain came up with when you got upset?” Like to threaten a Black woman’s hair is very much threatening her Blackness. So it’s a racist thought. And in Matty’s case, if he’s trying to be a better person because okay we all grow up with some problematic shit in our brains, fine, why is he airing out thoughts that maybe he needs to go “wow okay so that was a thought” about lol? 3) I just find that when you keep “accidentally” being racist like maybe you’re just racist?? 4) which isn’t to say he can’t beef with Azaelia or disliking her is racist but you can dislike specific people of color and not be racist about it? Because your beef is with that person, which in this case is not unfair but also generally you can’t like every single person, and not with the group as a whole?? But Matty keeps being “accidentally racist” at which point I’m like “Matty u r racist” 🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️ 5) finally, Matty is hyper online - hence this beef - and I just have less tolerance for this kind of behavior if people are hyper online because I *get* not knowing stuff if you’re just existing in the real world but when you’re super online either you do know or you choose to avoid knowing? 6) wait it’s not finally because I also don’t believe “the women in Matty’s life” need him to be in online beef for their honor and I fail to see how such beef would help them. Evidently so far it’s just made it worse for them. Last time I checked, both Charli and Gabby have phones too so if they want to fight with Azaelia (because see point 1 she’s crazy) then why can’t they do that themselves and he can like retweet them lol. Unless they don’t want to fight with Azaelia and then why’s he getting involved???

[ticklishraspberries]

tl;dr - Please read content creator’s information - their pinned posts, bios, carrds, whatever, and start actually respecting their boundaries. If there’s anything that I or others can do to make this info more accessible or easy to understand, please let me know.

Okay, you know this is serious because Razz is actually using capital letters /lh. But seriously, I hate being a dick on here, but the genuine lack of etiquette and kindness towards fic writers has been getting on my nerves for years, and my annoyance has hit another peak. Rather than going off on the people who sent me the specific messages that triggered this, I’m just going to delete the asks and make this post instead.

If you want to send a writer a prompt, please, I’m like actually begging, take a minute to read their information. My pinned post has a link to my carrd, is that not clear enough or easily accessible? /gen like if it isn’t easy I will find a new solution, I want this to be mutually beneficial. I get less asks that make me want to rip my hair out, you don’t get snarky replies to your prompts, LOL.

Some writers have a pinned post, a link to a fandoms list, a carrd, etc...Is it actually that complicated to just check that someone likes the fandom you are asking for before you send them a prompt? I received an ask asking for a fic between two characters that I have never even heard of before, and I still can’t figure out what the source material is. I cannot write for fandoms I’m not familiar with, and I will not write for fandoms I don’t specifically list as something I’m comfortable writing.

Also, maybe I should put my fandoms list and boundaries on the same page? Because the amount of people that still ask for things that I have stated multiple times make me uncomfortable (parent/child tickling, bellybutton-focused stuff, “cheer-up” tickling, etc) is honestly insane, like I’m not sure if my boundaries aren’t clear enough or if people just don’t care.

It’s really discouraging to open my inbox and see it full of people who have no respect or regard for my rules. And oftentimes it will be followed by “I love you/your blog/fics” and, I’m sorry if this is mean, but I don’t believe the compliments when they are coming from someone who can’t even be bothered to check if I’ve watched a TV show or not.

Of course, whether or not I write something is not going to depend 100% on the fact that you ask for a pairing that I like or that you’re polite, but if you’re rude or ask me for a fandom I’m not familiar with, I’m not even going to publish those asks anymore, I’m just deleting them because I don’t want to argue with people. Plus, this isn’t just a writer’s issue, I see it happen to artists, too.

If there is anything that I can do to make my fandoms, rules, boundaries. etc. more clear and accessible, PLEASE let me know /gen. It is so discouraging and irritating for me and I’m sure that people who are innocently just making a mistake feel upset when I get frustrated with them, and I don’t want that to happen at all. I want this to be a fun, safe space for all of us, and a place where we can share ideas and be creative. I just think we could use a little more cooperation and kindness when it comes to interacting with content creators.

[widowwaddles]

Natasha/Reader Snippet

A/N: This is something I’ve been working on today, for a possible Natasha/reader one shot. I don’t want to reveal the name or summary until I’ve finished it. This isn’t proofread so I might delete this post tomorrow lol, but I hope you enjoy.

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3 Months Earlier

St. Petersburg, Russia

It was love at first sight, - though considering the current setting - many would call it lust.

You aren’t too sure what attracted you to this bar, especially since you weren’t too familiar with the area. You’ve been in St. Petersburg for about a month on a work assignment. Since arriving, you’ve been completely consumed by your work so you haven’t spent much time outside of your apartment - if it wasn’t for work. Now that you’ve completed your assignment, you were ready to finally explore the city during your last days here. You were ready to let loose and this bar seemed like the perfect place to do so.

черный лебедь, or The Black Swan was a bar like no other. The staff wore black masquerade masks, while guests were given white. After securing the mask on your face, you went straight to the bar. Even though you were done working, you had no plans of getting wasted tonight. You just needed something to take the edge off.

The bar was fairly empty, with most people on the dance floor. Taking a vacant seat, you called over the bartender and ordered your drink. You could feel eyes tracking your every moment from behind you. You ignored it, believing whoever it was would lose interest if you didn’t give them any attention. The bartender returns with your drink, you smile back before thanking them in Russian.

As you go to sip your drink, you feel a sudden presence in the chair beside you. ‘Someone can’t take a hint’, you brought the glass to your lips, face blank as you continued to stare forward. You weren’t going to give this person the reaction they wanted.

Your annoyance started to grow as you heard a heavy sigh.

“I’m starting to think that you’re ignoring me, darling” the strong Russian accent ringed through your ears. “I promise that I don’t bite…unless you want me to”.

You froze. A blush immediately floods your face, your heart rate increasing. A hand gently grasps your wrist. Tilting your head down, you look at the hand. Your eyes slowly move up the hand, as if following a trail, leading to her arm, shoulder until you eventually settle on her face. She has an elegant black mask on. Green eyes pierce through yours, the gaze strong, unlike yours - pupils shifting quickly. Desperately wanting to escape from the intense staring match you found yourself in, you took in her other features.

Catching your attention first was the red hair, which pooled at her shoulders. Your eyes lower down until you abruptly stop, diverting them back to your drink - cheeks red. The dress she was in was leaving little to the imagination, but you know you’d have no shame in looking had she not been so close.

“It looks like I have your attention now” she says jokingly.

You take a deep breath then turn towards her.

“Can I help you with something?” you ask cooly, clearing your face of any emotions.

She raises an eyebrow, seeing through your facade.

“I’m just looking for good company” lifting an elbow on the top of the bar, and leaning her head against it. “I saw you as you walked in. You stood out immediately, you don’t look like our usual patrons”

“So, this is how you usually greet new customers?” you reply snarkily. “And here I was thinking I was special”

She doesn’t reply but flashes you a smirk, showing that she was secretly enjoying your hard to get attitude.

She leans in close to your face, you shut your eyes close in surprise, thinking she was going in for a kiss. Her lips ghost over yours, before moving to your ear.

“Oh Darling, but you are special” she whispers, your breath hitching the moment you felt her hot breath. “If you don’t believe me… I could always show you” she says while pulling away.

And that’s all it took for you to crash your lips against hers. Hands gripping her face, you pull her further into you, afraid she’d disappear. You felt a strong grip on your hips and when she reciprocated the kiss with just as much intensity you knew this was real.

You don’t remember how you got back to your apartment or how long you two went at it, but you felt all of the energy leave your body after having your final high.

The sun shining brightly into your eyes was the first thing to greet you the next day. You groaned before grabbing your covers and pulling them over your head. The lack of resistance from the other side of the bed, confirmed your suspicions.

She left.

You weren’t too upset about it though. This wasn’t your first one-night stand and the signs were all there last night. You knew what she wanted the minute she approached you and it wasn’t a relationship. She may have rocked your world but you didn’t know anything about her, hell you didn’t even exchange names.

And maybe it should stay that way. Technically, you do know where she works but something about just showing up there reeks of desperation. No, you definitely won’t do that. It’s time to move on, plus it won’t be long before you can return back home to New York. Smiling, you rise from your bed, deciding it’s time to cleanse yourself from the sins you committed just hours ago. Gathering some clothes to wear today, a foreign object on your dresser catches your attention. Picking it up, you see what it is.

A sticky note.

I’d like to see you again

Call me xxx-xxx-xxxx

-Natasha

Looking back now, you wish you would have thrown the paper out. Calling that number had opened Pandora’s box and you never would have expected that things would go so wrong. She should have stayed as a one-night stand.

[rookieforlife]

Rookie! Where have you been? I’m sorry for these assholes on here. Why people let someone else’s opinion bother them so much is crazy to me. Now if you don’t mind, I have some questions for you!

What do you think of Christen’s return? Does she look good? That cut back was pretty nice! Do you think she’ll extend her contract since it’s up after this season? I think she wants to, but it makes me nervous that she said her leg is in pain after matches. The whole cortisone shot thing isn’t good, either. She said she doesn’t want to do that long term. So, I really don’t know. I don’t see her being content with only playing these last 9 games and then hanging up her boots. However, I can’t see her doing something that would hurt her in the long term, which this pain and shots just might. What do you think?

Hi! don't worry, I'm used to it and when I don't want to reply I just delete everything lol. I think she looks good, she seems to be in good spirits and that's the most important thing. I think Christen has been working HARD to come back so I don't see her giving up yet. Obviously, being away from the game the past two years puts so many things in perspective… I think she knows there's another kind of life out there and she will always choose to be where she feels safe. At the end of the day, I think Pressy is smart enough to make the right decision. I personally think she will take care of her health always, mentally and physically. I would try not to think too much about that and enjoy the present.

[kyra45]

This is kind of sad but I think I know what's going on. You posted some harassing anons, and people blocked you maybe because they didn't want to see things like that (based on how somesone said not to post that content untagged,) then someone sent rude asks and now you're attributing it to one person who blocked you. Do you know how many other people blocked you? What evidence do you even actually have that proves they're connected to the asks? I blocked you too! You say you're trying to avoid drama or smearing other people but you're just making passive aggressive remarks trying to smear them like a concern troll, truly despicable, rethink your life.

I've been following you on another blog for a while, and it's very obvious what the url is because you've been posting their posts left and right for days. And if sending an ask telling you my thoughts is "harassment" just because it's calling you out on something you've done that isn't nice, I don't know what to say, holy crap. What.

The only reason I'm still here is because I'm scared you're going to call me out for blocking you too. And the whole "please don't harass them" after practically spelling out their name (what other blog calls themselves "scam archive" that has interacted with you?) is like putting a pile of meat in the middle of a pack of dogs and expecting them not to lunge for it. It's fake kindness. It's like people making callouts and telling people "don't harass them", it never works lol. Now I'm really mad lol, christ. I was expecting better from this blog.

Literally know that and read it, the emphasis is on NOT REPLYING. Takes half a second to delete the messages as they come in. You're feeding and enabling them and they're getting a laugh out of it.

But sure, I’m lying about the asks I got that made me cut ties with someone. I even had the original post not rebloggble because I didn’t want it to go anywhere.

Before the last ask, I was literally told “Saying you can’t do anything is learned helplessness” when i had explained:

1. My stalker uses a VPN

2. VPN’s get around blocks

3. My stalker can/will make multiple accounts to send me asks even if I’ve continue ignoring/blocking them

I am also making this post not rebloggable but apparently I’m ‘lying’ and acting ‘suspicious’ just because the whole situation made me extremely uncomfortable and I don’t like discussing it to people using anonymous. These asks only stopped when I blocked someone and no more has been sent since. While I can’t say for sure it was who I think it was, I remain clear when I say don’t harass them. I’m still doing what I do here.

But don’t you dare come here and dismiss what I went through and accuse me of something. They talked to me and all they did was call me a child and blame me for harassment towards them when I don’t condone anyone sending it. I’m not a child. But if the harassment is that bad then I’m sorry but I’m not telling people to go harass anyone in any fashion and it’s not my fault if someone does it. If they say I sent them their lying and I make it quite clear that no one should be getting harassed just because I talk about them.

Do you think people will publicly admit to sending someone anon hate on this hellsite? No. Because we all know what would end up happening.

[ryuichirou]

Replies

A couple of replies with fandom stuff, then a couple of twst replies.

irregardlessly-tish asked:

A friend message me "YOU FOLLOW THE LEVI X GRISHA PERSON" and I had no clue what they were talking about but then they showed me the two pictures you drew of Levi and Grisha lol. It made me laugh a lot. Then I helped them found the uncensor version of one of the drawings in your pixiv since the link to twitter seem to be broken (I'm a great friend I know/j). I guess you could say they are big fans of your rarepair work!

LEVI X GRISHA PERSON AAAHH 😭 It’s always so funny to learn how people are referring to us; I was the Zevi artist, the Shroudcest artist… For some reason, being a Guriri (wow Grisha’s and Levi’s shipname is cute, I completely forgot about it) artist feels like such a high honour lol Especially because I had no idea there was someone out there invested in this ship. Your friend’s taste is excellent. A huge thank you to them for enjoying our stuff, and a huge thank you to you for helping to find the uncensored version. You really are a great friend hehe.

It’s honestly a shame that even the pixiv version is still censored (albeit not cropped like the tumblr version), because you can’t really post uncensored stuff there… So now only a few people who had saved our snk smut back when it was posted on our now-deleted twitter have it :(

(it’s a bit embarrassing looking back at those sketches and seeing all the mistakes though, yikes)

Anonymous asked:

I want to shake antis by the shoulders and scream at them all the time cause I see them being sooo unhealthy with themselves, and I've BEEN there I know what they are doing and I know it is just going to get them hurt with the same train wreck I got myself in!!

It's the whole problem with black and white thinking where you go "people treat incest shippers like satan himself, so I cannot accidentally enjoy it or I would be evil incarnate too, and adopted/step is the same thing, so I cannot accidentally like that, and found family is basically the same as adopted, so I have to avoid that, and character A called character B his bro one time, so..." that thinking pattern does not have a stopping point!!!!!! It is so unhealthy!!!!!!!!

And then people realize they can't stop themselves from enjoying unhealthy ships, and instead of separating fiction from reality, they just excuse everything abusive about the ship like it is fine and normal behavior because they cannot accept themselves enjoying something that is remotely problematic. It is so much more likely to get people hurt than just enjoying the porn of some fake brothers fucking 😭

Anon! First of all, sorry for replying late; we received your ask about a week ago but I didn’t have enough time to properly address it. Second of all, thank you for talking about it and sharing your experience.

It’s just like you said; people really don’t want to get ridiculed or hated, especially younger people, therefore, they are afraid of liking stuff that is even slightly problematic. And for some of them, if they don’t want their so-called friends to suspect them loving problematic stuff, they’ll act even more aggressive than they should to overcompensate. I feel like when it comes to antis who talk about us specifically, the most vocal and persistent ones are those whose friends called them out for following my accounts or liking my drawings. And this is honestly both sad and pathetic at the same time; I cannot imagine how bad of a headspace this might be. I don’t pity them though lol

We always talk about it, but still: this is a game you can’t win because the rules are always changing. The only thing that never changes is that there is no nuance, once the crowd decide that the ship is bad, it’s bad. Starting out with the basics, age gaps and incest are bad, right? Right. But what if the characters aren’t canonically related but could be interpreted as brothers? Then it’s still bad, right? But what if they aren’t at all brotherly, but one of them expressed that they want to do bad things to the other? Sounds bad, right? And thus, the only type of dynamic that exists is a romanticised version of a perfect gay couple: they are equal in every way, they love each other, they are SUCH DORKS together who fit perfectly to any “redraw this as your ship” meme that’s the hottest thing these days, they don’t have arguments, they don’t have misunderstanding and rough moments. Their personalities, everything that made their relationship unique or interesting completely disappears and smoothes out, and after that it’s not even a ship, it’s just a nice blend that is perfect for consumption because it doesn’t irritate your teeth, your throat, or your stomach. It’s tasteless, it’s boring, it’s nothing, and it’s not about the characters, it’s about deciding which two characters are unproblematic enough to be transformed into blorbos, and if they have some problematic elements in-canon, it’s okay, we’ll just erase those because being unproblematic doesn’t really matter. What matters is to act in a way that doesn’t go against what the rest of them are doing, because otherwise you’re making people uncomfortable, and if they are uncomfortable with you, they feel morally correct for attacking you.

It’s never about characters. It’s always about control, about cliques, about bullying and making everyone afraid to have an actual opinion. It’s about instilling in people’s mind that attacking strangers on the internet makes you a cool person because you are simultaneously a rebel for being so ballsy and brave, and a saint for having moral standards so high that you can’t stomach bad things even if they are fictional.

Sometimes people just have different ships and that’s okay. Sometimes people don’t have any ships and don’t understand the shipping culture, and that’s okay. What’s not okay is to feel entitled to this control over the way others consume media and interact with it.

Because it makes the fandom experience boring at best and unbearable at worst.

Sorry, I digress lol What I wanted to say is that you are right, it messes with people’s brains. And it is much more unhealthy than fantasising about the things that are 100% fictional (which is, by the way, a huge part of their appeal).

Anonymous asked:

just wanted to say I love your content a lot, it's a breath of fresh air from all the anti content present in the fandom

You are very welcome, Anon! And thank you so much for your support <3 It means a lot to hear that our stuff is refreshing to you.

Anonymous asked:

Is Lilia sneezing on people on purpose, or is it a sneeze button for him?

(this is related to this post)

We’ll never know, Anon, it’s one of Lilia’s many mysteries…

Maybe it started out as a joke, but then he really began to sneeze on people every time his nose gets booped lol

Anonymous asked:

Where can I see the art for the new Shaftlands event?

I don’t think all of them are fully out yet, but people are pretty active on twitter, so simply looking up characters’ names is probably going to work!

Anonymous asked:

…Quick, someone bully Idia into sending nudes.

And be quick about it because Idia could also quickly change his mind and hack the recipient’s phone to delete the pictures!!

[blackswallowtailbutterfly]

My toxic trait now is saying things online I know will anger men (it doesn’t take much, just tell the truth and they will get mad,) but I don’t read their comments. I use to read their comments and it would mess me up for days sometimes. Men know how to push our buttons. Now I don’t read their comments at all. My mental health has improved so much. I have a rule that if I see a man saying something sexist and it makes me mad, I can give him 1 comment but I cannot read his reply. So I’m the end, I’m fine, and only the man is upset, even more upset that he can’t emotionally dysregulated me as he intended. It does trigger them to cut of a response. I’ve gotten 8 notifications once because I didn’t read a man’s comment and he kept going off lmao

I hate Fb but can’t delete it yet.

That's not a bad idea. Say your piece and don't even acknowledge him after. Something I like to do now and then is not acknowledge the content of his reply but respond to something else, like his sentence structure or something. It pisses them off so much. lol