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enigmaticxbee · 2 years ago

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I posted 2,181 times in 2022

That's 445 more posts than 2021!

95 posts created (4%)

2,086 posts reblogged (96%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@ellivia

@enigmaticxbee

@baronessblixen

@scullyverse

@lotzzoforangezoutside

I tagged 1,899 of my posts in 2022

Only 13% of my posts had no tags

#xf fanart - 734 posts

#i’m not going to ask queue if you just said what i think queue just said because i know it’s what queue just said - 378 posts

#xf rewatch - 195 posts

#txf - 69 posts

#revival - 55 posts

#the x files - 49 posts

#msr - 48 posts

#❤️ - 47 posts

#🥺 - 43 posts

#xf meta - 34 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#interesting i’ve never thought that much about mulder’s relationship to religion but his animosity when he’s open to so much else must come

My Top Posts in 2022:

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Revival Rewatch - Fic Recs

Need something to read to pass the time waiting for date night to start while your (past - present? - future) partner tears his (your?) Unremarkable House apart in search of a lost Twilight Zone episode that he’s sure is somewhere in this pile of old vhs tapes? I don’t read a lot of revival fics but here are a few I can recommend:

Revival Smut:

Subterranean Pool by @somekindofseizure - Office sex, season 7 vs season 10, NSFW, so good.

Gravity by @ms-starlight71 - Sex in the Unremarkable House, NSFW.

Birthday Girl by @storybycorey - It’s her birthday, you know. Fifty-four years old and tucked into the back of a shiny yellow St. Louis cab, wearing a dress probably better suited to a thirty year old, with its slit up the side and its deep V of a neckline, but she looks so damn good in it, she doesn’t care. NSFW, so hot.

Just One by @observeroftheuniverse - Plus One sex scene, what we all needed, NSFW.

Familiar by @phillippadgettwrites - Plus One sex scene, NSFW.

Revival Fix-its:

Untitled by @myassbrokethefall - rewrite of the Plus One conversation in bed so that it actually makes sense.

End of Story by @cecilysass - Plus One conversation in bed fix-it.

Transitive Property of Equality by flicked_switch - fills in the gaps of their relationship over the course of season 11, canon-compliant, NSFW.

Of Monsters and Men, and a Woman by @snickerl - the confrontation with CSM they deserved.

After She Left by @agoodwoman - Over the course of the season 10 timeline, Mulder and Scully have to heal, forgive and learn to trust again as they decide what the future holds for their relationship before it's too late. NSFW. I’ve been trying to find a fic I remember with similar themes to this, where they work through their issues after the breakup in the season 10 era - it was a casefile (like this fic has between season 10 episodes) but I remember couples therapy being a big part of the other fic - if you know what that other fic might be please let me know!

Post Revival:

Times Colliding by @gaycrouton - 2018 and 1998 Mulders switch places, WIP but I just love this concept so much. NSFW.

Reprise by akaJake - Thirty years after Eugene Victor Tooms was mangled to death inside a moving escalator, several murder victims are discovered with their livers missing, ripped from their bodies without the aid of cutting tools. There are no identifiable points of entry at any of the crime scenes. Could Tooms be back?

Straight Out of the 3-Pack by DanaScullyMakesMeFeelAutopsyTurvey - Following the events of My Struggle 4, Scully finds a token from their shared past, inspiring a revelation and a sensual reimagining. NSFW.

It’s Après Ski, Scully by @agirlcallednarelle - Mulder takes Scully skiing for New Year's in 2018 to help them both move on from the events of the year. Some angst, some fluff, some closure. This is what I want for them post-revival.

The Rains of Bimini by @slippinmickeys - How could he have known, when she walked into his office with her bad suit and her earnest smile, that she would be the last person he would ever love? You don’t always realize the momentous things as they’re happening, and so he’d needled her a little; without any thought to his lost sister, he’d used his snottiest big brother voice and accused her of spying. Her. His last, best love. Set far in the future, it’s just lovely.

128 notes - Posted September 5, 2022

S10 Rewatch - MSR

I’m not even sure where to start here because all of the writers except CC seemed to pretty much ignore the break up, and CC had no interest in really exploring why they broke up or what it would mean to start working together again post break up. I certainly would have been on board with the show exploring the fissures in their relationship - if it actually wanted to take seriously their personal and shared traumas and how terrible they’ve historically been at communicating. (Although I don’t think they would have even needed to break up if that was the aim - people can be in a relationship and have issues and work through those issues you know! Might actually be interesting to watch!)

But all we get is one line by a random character about how Scully left because of Mulder’s endogenous depression?? Bullshit. And once they start working together again they’re fine. If there was supposed to be some kind of arc this season where they come back to each other (without working through any of the issues that tore them apart apparently) then I guess it all happened when Scully agreed to go back the X-Files in the first episode? Because literally nothing in the rest of the season would have to be different if they had never broken up… Does the Mulder who shows up - to sit with her at her mother’s hospital bed and hold her as she cries and go back to work with her even though it’s a terrible fucking idea and sit and listen as she grieves the answers she’ll never get about her mother and her son - seem like a man dealing with his ex who he still works with or like a man showing up for and supporting the most important person in his life, the love of his life, no matter how complicated the current status of their relationship?

So what was the fucking point of the break up this season? To get back to that Schrodinger’s box place the original series lingered in for far too long where they both were and were not in a relationship as long as the show didn’t directly acknowledge it? Because that ship fucking sailed a long time ago and if CC really wanted to capture the old magic he would have put Mulder and Scully on screen together for more than two minutes.

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My #1 post of 2022

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Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review

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warriorteam1924 · 2 years ago

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J'ai publié 873 fois en 2022 => posted 873 times (so far ^^)

65 billets créés (7%) => 65 created posts. that’s not a lot i know....

808 billets reblogués (93%) => 808 reblogs hey not bad

Les blogs que j'ai le plus reblogués :

@eileen-crys

@painandpleasure86

@julescape

@deakys-chesthair

@beydeaks

=> that’s because they are my lovelies

J'ai étiqueté 873 billets en 2022 => tags ahah

#warriorteam1924 reblogs - 794 billets

#dont shun it queue it - 759 billets

#queen - 682 billets

#john deacon - 444 billets

#freddie mercury - 312 billets

#brian may - 216 billets

#roger taylor - 216 billets

#veronica tetzlaff - 90 billets

#johnica - 85 billets

#joe mazzello - 81 billets

Tag le plus long : 102 caractères

#forgive my lack of inspiration and my lack of time but eh 2 edits and 2 fics isnt that bad ahahaha lol

=> lol that is so lame ^^”

Mes billets vedette en 2022 : top 5 posts in 2022

n°5

Sooo i did something 💖💜

77 notes - publié le 23 août 2022

n°4

Write your letters in the sand

Ben Hardy x Reader

Author’s note : Hi my beauties. Here we are for a lil something for the amazing Ben Hardy’s Birthday. It’s dedicated to a special someone to me, but feel free to read it if you want to. I hope you enjoy it. Thanks in advance for the feedback. Also, I remind you English is not my mother tongue, sorry for the mistakes….

Warnings : None, I guess it’s okay

Summary : Another Birthday with Ben....

Words count : 1,661words

Permanent tag list : @reavenedges-lies @thosequeenboys @born-to-lose @orionis8689 @queenlover05

The weather was incredibly and surprisingly mild for the season. Even if it was still winter, you frowned as you noticed you didn’t need a scarf or your hat to get out. Even the dogs seemed to be happy to be able to go in the garden freely, not having to put their coats on.

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78 notes - publié le 2 janvier 2022

n°3

J’ai deux amours....

Ben Hardy X FemReader

Author’s note : Hi my beauties. This piece is very special because it was actually a request…. It took me quite some time, but i do hope the person who requested will like it. Well, I hope you all enjoy it. Thanks in advance for the feedback. Also, I remind you English is not my mother tongue, sorry for the mistakes….

@/anon who requested : I hope you like it…. Sorry it took some time to write this one. I know the plot is not Ben actually dating a french gal, but this is how inspiration came.

Request from anon : Hey ! I saw that you wrote an imagine about ben dating a brazilian girl, could you write one about him dating a french girl ?

Warnings : none I think, some parts are in french, but it’s not too hard

Summary : Ben visiting France....

Words count : 3,280 words

Permanent tag list : @reavenedges-lies @thosequeenboys @born-to-lose @orionis8689 @queenlover05 (please feel free to let me know it’s now useless to tag you, i wouldn’t want anyone to feel like they have to read anything i might be posting)

It was a special day for you. At last, you had been able to get back to Paris again, to visit your favorite museum, The Louvres. The place was huge, with so many different pieces of art, so many departments, but also so many tourists and visitors.

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86 notes - publié le 4 avril 2022

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Ethereal.... Colorized by me 💖💜

=> oh yes this one has been my phone wallpaper for quite some time, so beautiful ^^

89 notes - publié le 2 mai 2022

Mon billet n°1 en 2022

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106 notes - publié le 6 février 2022

=> when i think some gifs makers get thousands of notes. that’s a shame cause i don’t think mine are so bad honestly.....

well it’s been a busy year, but i’ve tried to create a bit. my top 5 isn’t that bad, even if the First one hardly gets over 100 notes.

I’m probs gonna repeat myself, but folks, stop asking for reblogs and support if you don’t do it yourself. I think my rates are not fair regarding the way i reblog a full load of stuff. and im full busy, so that’s not an excuse. just move your ass and do it, or else you just shut up about your own creations.

I’m not going to carry on cause people will think i’m not enjoying being here anylonger, which isn’t the case. I love the queen/borhaps fandom. I have the tendency not to understand people and the way they behave. that’s all

Take care everyone and thanks to all of you who keep on supporting me, like when you reblog stuff, and not only new stuff or stuff you only see passing in front of your nose. again, it’s not that hard ^^

love you all 💖💜

#tumblr2022 #année en revue #mon année tumblr 2022 en revue #votre année tumblr en revue #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review

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wangxianficrecs · 3 years ago

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Follower Recs

Whoops. Apparently I had not accidentally deleted these from the Asks, but rather, I’d put them all in a Draft and then lost them there. Y’all forgive me. And here, have so many fabulous follower and self-recs that I’m just gonna bump all these to the top of the queue and post a handful them each evening. What a bonanza for us all!

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welcome back!!! ✨✨✨ may I rec my own fic? [Always!] you might remember back in the summer I sent an ask about a wangxian canon-divergent fix-it I was writing..... it's done now, and fully uploaded! it's the first time I've written something that long and entirely completed it before starting to post, so it would mean a lot to me to see it posted here 💖 (I'm also the one who wrote the sizhui/jingyi 5+1, you, whose heart would sing of anarchy - [I loved that one and here’s my bookmark] ) ~ @wei--wuxian

these colours fade for you only

by doodlebutt (T, 36k, wangxian)

Summary: What if, before Wen Chao found Wei Wuxian in Yiling, Lan Wangji went looking for him?

What if...

"Tell me who did this to you." "Aiya, Lan Zhan, I really don't know what you're -- ah!" Lan Zhan tugged hard on the blue line that bound them together, and Wei Wuxian all but flew across the room, crashing into the bed with a pained groan and sinking to his knees on the floor. He supposed, slightly hysterically, that this must be something like what Jiang Cheng had felt when he had hit Wei Wuxian with all the force of a biting insect the day after his rescue. "You have no spiritual energy." "Haha, Lan Zhan, that's funny, because actually it's just that I --" "You have no golden core."

This diverges from MDZS canon rather than CQL (so no yin iron, etc)

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2. I’m glad your break did you well! Also happy late birthday~ I hope you had a wonderful birthday! [Omg, this has been sitting in the inbox for A WHILE, I see, but thank you!] I have a few recs I’ve been stocking up lol I don’t want to overwhelm you as soon as you get back so here’s just a few -

i carry your heart with me

by lulu_kitty (G, 12k, wangxian) - LWJ gets De-aged by curse

Summary: “Wei-qianbei, I don’t understand. What sort of curse is this?” Lan Jingyi whispers shakily.

He moves aside to reveal a small figure huddled in his husband's robes. A young child, no older than five or six, looking around in both confusion and fear.

Wei Wuxian can’t breathe.

Because the little boy has a Lan clan ribbon dangling loosely around his neck.

"...Lan Zhan?"

Or, Lan Wangji is temporarily cursed back into his six year old self. Wei Wuxian and his family must reconcile with the unexpected feelings that it brings.

Stunted, Starving Juvenility

by TomatenMark (E, 187k, wangxian, WIP) - WY realizes his feelings for LZ during Study arc

Summary: At sixteen Wei Wuxian is - through some strange twist of fate, or a nick in the layer between parallel universes, who knows – out of the blue confronted with that one incense burner dream one night.

While his curious mind is left unable to stop poking at this new perspective on Lan Wangji, circumstances in the Cloud Recesses begin to change and Wei Wuxian is suddenly presented with life-altering opportunities.

Maybe Gusu isn’t so bad after all?

(Or alternatively: The fic where I get to give Wei Wuxian the academical scholarship he deserves while simultaneously getting him hitched early on.)

Falling to the Rhythm

by Selenay (E, 129k, wangxian) - dancing with the stars au

Summary: "So it's a bet?" Jiang Cheng said. "Dance the showcase if you get him, fancy coffee machine if you don't?"

Wei Wuxian considered the machine. "Fine. You're on. I want it in red."

"Don't start planning your caffeine overdose yet."

"It's in the bag," Wei Wuxian said cheerfully. "There's no way they'll match me with someone like Lan Wangji."

Teaching Lan Wangji to dance in front of the nation for twelve weeks, how hard can that be? Wei Wuxian is about to find out.

the roots in my heart (also grow in yours)

by halfdemonvash (M, 17k, wangxian) - Modern Botanist au

Summary: Wei Ying is just your local plant cryptid who may or may not have an illegal greenhouse. Lan Zhan is from a bougie family of botanists that Wei Ying wants nothing to do with.

Until he hears about a rare type of fern, that is.

Night of the Living History (an edutainment special!)

by Aerlalaith (T, 52k, wangxian) - modern w/magic museum au

Summary: It doesn’t mean much coming from Jiang Cheng, Wei Ying thinks. He’s pretty sure Jiang Cheng has to be coaxed out of his hanfu by the laundry wranglers. He doesn’t even think he’s seen Jiang Cheng suffer a pair of jeans in three weeks. He thinks Jiang Cheng takes home the underclothes and sleeps in them, cuddling the knockoff Zidian like a teddy bear.

Wei Ying lands a job as the Yiling Patriarch at the Lanling Cultivation Museum. Lan Zhan (Hanguang-Jun 4x per week, Sect Leader Lan 2x per week) suffers accordingly.

~*~

I’m gonna stop here and give you some more tomorrow!

#wangxian fic rec #follower recs #wangxian #mdzs #the untamed #follower rec #I HAVEN'T READ THESE YET #author boost #new work by a proud writer

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delking · 2 years ago

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introducing...delilah ‘daisy’ king

.ೃ࿐ ( abigail cowen , cis woman , she/her ) a little birdy told me delilah “daisy” king just moved to sunset hills . have you met them yet ? they look somewhere around 24 , if i had to guess ! pretty sure i heard them driving down the street golden by harry styles , they sounded a little pitchy but they had the spirit ! must be their favorite or something . hey … it looks like they just moved into marina hall . have you heard about what they do for a living ? someone told me they’re a music major , but who knows if that’s even true . guess we’re just gonna have to wait and see . nervous ? maybe you should be . sunset speaks just posted about them … apparently they’re resident id 001? between you and me , i think that might spark some things in the community … but what do i know ! you guys might get along just fine ! ( louisa , she/her , 21 , gmt . )

hi babes! i’m louisa and this is my new little baby delilah and i can’t wait to write with you all. if you want to plot like this and i’ll hit you up! but enough about me, here’s a little more about delilah

cora stephenson and garrett king met in their senior year of college, bumping into each other at a music festival and finding out they attended the same school. their romance blossomed quickly and within six months, with a little help from cora’s parents, the couple had their own home and a baby on the way. queue delilah

garrett’s band played locally, gaining just enough traction that while her mom went back to work after delilah’s birth, her dad could afford to be a stay at home dad. the system worked well, and delilah and her dad bonded better than anyone could have imagined. the king family had a dynamic that worked perfectly for them. until it didn’t.

garrett’s band gained more traction than expected and soon, he was hardly home, touring the us and playing on the radio, which quickly became the only way delilah heard her father’s voice.

delilah became acqauinted with the relatonship she shared with her absent father, until he came home from a tour when she was eleven. with cora overjoyed to have her husband home, delilah and garrett regained the bond they once had, with her father resuming their hobby of making music together, delilah realised she wanted to follow in her father’s footsteps.

as much as she hates it, delilah knows her father is no angel. he’d do anything to make himself happy, abandoning his daughter and wife in favour of doing drugs and having affairs. her relationhip with her father is complicated, because she’s a daddy’s girl, but she can’t ignore his wrongdoings, or the strain he put on her relationship with her mother.

her biggest fear is ending up like her father, but in some ways, its her biggest ambition.

musical theatre, lessons with professionals, recordings in her fathers makeshift studio, if delilah could get a hold of a way to use her voice, she would. academic triumphs were no more for her, music was her life.

this was when she got in with the wrong crowd. she wasn’t a bad kid, she just cared more about fun and music than her studies. this became elevated when in her senior year of high school, she found out her parents were getting a divorce.

christmas and birthdays were now spent bouncing between homes, especially when she decided to live with her father, much to her mothers disapproval. she worked her ass off for two years in shitty waitressing jobs until she could afford her own music equipment.

she applied for college secretly, never even telling anyone she got in, hauling her drum kit and the rest of her belongings into her van and hightailing to college

personality;

daisy is literally a certified lovergirl. she falls in love ten times a day. she’s curious, adventerous and extroverted, with her mothers lust for life. her grandmother said she got the best qualities of her mother and the worst of her father; she has both of their determination and ambition, but overly so. she’s selfish and sensitive and kind, all wrapped up in one chaotic little mess, too carefree and free spirited for her own good.

wanted connections;

nonsense; quite simply nobody knows what’s going on with them. they bicker and fight but can’t leave each other alone. after a party or at the end of a long day, they always end up at each other’s doors, but leave before the morning comes and regret and awkwardness sets in.

magic in the hamptons; quite simply a party friend. they know it’ll always be a good night with the other and the excitement sets in whenever the other texts

i’m trying; pls just give me the first person to ever break daisy’s heart. <3 she needs the humbling

other connections; fwb, childhood friends, enemies, frenemies, u guys know the vibes

#sunsetintro

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h2bakugou · 3 years ago

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Yes yes yes yesyesyesyesyes ok!! So then can I request present mic? Doing anything??? No I’m kidding I do actually have a prompt. I was thinking abt mic’s radio show and specifically, if he had an s/o who wrote music. Bc u know he would help them produce it and then play it nonstop on air aaaaaa

a/n: yes!! present mic love!! i love him so much i swear! <3 he has my heart dkdkmn this is such a cute request please- i apologize for the late posting!!

summary: you're an ambitious, gleeful, songbird at heart, and though you're quirkless, you've captivated the heart of the music-loving, radio show hosting, loud, sweetheart, present mic!

key: (y/n) - your name / (f/n) - first name / (l/n) - last name / (e/c) - eye color / (h/c) - hair color / (y/q) - your quirk

warnings: swearing, fluff

word count: 1.3k

;cut for length;

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You started as an intern. A beaming smile on your lips most days, always happy to be in the studio with Mic when he was teaching you the ins and outs of radio hosting.

You'd majored in music business, the end goal in mind of writing and releasing your own music, though most of your plans had fallen through, the only opportunity to get you back on your feet after college being this deal you couldn't pass up.

Co-hosting with Present Mic on his own radio show.

The offer had actually been given to you by one of your superiors at the studio you worked at, having seen your optimism when it came to writing music and your love of music in general.

They wished you good luck and would always welcome you back if things didn't go so well. But you kept your head up high and marched into that studio ready to take on the world alongside the loud blonde.

And down the line, three years later, you were surprised to say the least.

"Your coffee as usual." Hizashi sets down the patriotic blue U.A. thermos sent out to the teachers at the beginning of the year. Since you'd practically moved in 'unofficially' with Mic, unofficially because you weren't technically allowed to stay due to the fact you didn't work for the school, rather employed by Mic himself in his private studio, but you were the tiny exception since you did technically work in the school.

"Thanks! Hey, I was wondering if you could check this new thing I've been working on and give me some criticism, it's just a rough draft, the lyrics just kind of came to me after a shot or two at Vlad's birthday party the other night." You giggled as you tossed him the flash drive containing your latest project, the sensitive information contained on the tiny disc landing in the palm of your boyfriend's hands.

"Another song? You're blessing my ears so early in the morning. I'm dreaming! Pinch me!" He teases. Mic's been the biggest supporter of your music since he overheard the pipes you had.

You'd had that kind of night the second week of your internship, battling the oncoming hangover after drinking with your cool new pro-hero teacher friends, your thoughts turning to lyrics as you worked in the studio, the only light being the small lamp on the side Mic kept when he worked late too.

He'd forgotten his room keys in the studio again, something you realized he did often and as he stopped by to pick them back up, that's when he heard you. You sounded so angelic, almost as if you were some sort of angel.

At first, he thought maybe it was just a recording or some sort of dare he say, Melodyne filter while you were messing around in the mic at night.

But you weren't. Your authentic voice shell-shocked him, and he sort of listened to you the entire night until you nearly pissed your pants turning around and seeing him.

“Yeah, it’s nothing special really-” You’re back to reality as Mic quickly has his headphones over his ears, a large grin on his lips as he listens, his fingers tapping away to the beat already.

You work on other tasks, filtering through requests and putting them in the queue while Mic listens to your song, his heart pounding. You were so talented and he’d wish you’d give yourself a bit more credit. You have what it takes to make it big, and he’d support you every step of the way.

“You know with this and the other tracks you have, you’d have enough to push out an EP. All you need is a bit of marketing and producing, and I’d be more than willing to help!” Mic smiles, wheeling over to you, pressing an encouraging peck to your cheek.

“It sounds great, but who would wanna listen to what I write?” You giggle, toggling an advertisement as you glance over at the blonde.

“How about this, You let me help you, I’ll spread the trial around here at work and if it gets good reviews, we publish.” Hizashi is nothing short of persuasive, and for the rest of the week he has you in his studio, adding layer after layer, fine-tuning and weeding out bits of the collection of songs you’d written until you have an EP.

Long nights fueled by coffee, water, and tea, and takeout eventually land you with the very first copy of your own EP.

In your hands, it’s palpable. It’s real. It doesn’t have any cover art, or a title, let alone who sang it, but Mic hands you a sharpie and you feel this fire coursing through your veins.

You feel more than accomplished.

You scribble some title down that you’d work on later and messily sign your name for Mic to make copies and then throughout the next week, you’ve got dozens of messages flooding your inbox telling you to drop it on some streaming platforms.

And the following night Mic is consoling your tears as you hit your first 100 streams.

“I’m so proud of you.” He coos, kissing your cheeks, wiping your tears away with his kisses, patting you on the head.

“You’re so cheesy.” You tease him.

“Says you! You named an entire song after me.” Mic huffs, crossing his arms over his chest.

“What if ‘my beloved’ was about Marty?” You giggle. Marty, the sparkly, beautiful, elegant, beta-fish you’d adopted as the studio mascot swam around in his tank, decked out with super cool aquatic music themed stuff.

“You wouldn’t dare!” Mic laughs, his long blonde hair sweeping over his shoulders.

“Your hair always looks so nice down.” You snuggle into him, your fingers twisting around the ends. Hizashi shakes his head and stares down at you.

“And you’re as radiant as ever, my love.” Hizashi pulls you into him, snuggling his head into your neck, placing a gentle kiss to your skin as he holds you near to him.

“Do you sing, ‘Zashi?” You ask quietly.

“No comment.” Mic giggles, his laughs tickling your skin.

“Would you work on a song with me?” You ask sweetly.

“I would love to.”

Callers chime in every so often for requests, since Mic loves to annoy the listeners by playing your EP track by track almost daily. You have to knock some sense into him telling him that there’s a quota to fill and while you love how he supports you, you’ve got them stuck in your head too.

And when you play them every so often, your heart warms when someone requests one of yours to play. Even more so, when your songs rise to much more notable fame, you’re working on your own album, with the lovely producing of Mic, and it even features a lovely duet between the two of you.

In fact, something you’d found out with having so many connections to pros, was the amount of hidden talent.

You’d requested a song with Kyoka Jiro, the beautiful voice you’d heard at the school festival had belonged to her and you’d been wanting to work with her since she also shared a love for music, and though she was young, she seemed rather happy to sing, even if she might’ve been shy about it first.

An unlikely duo might’ve come from a dare, Hawks. While he was rather against the idea at first, his voice was smooth and mellow, and it clashed with yours perfectly for some sort of sappy anti-romantic love song. Whatever the case, it made charts.

But Mic continued to be your biggest supporter, no matter how or if you got big. You’d always find your way back into his arms, messing around with him on the radio show, and dodging paparazzi whenever you two left campus.

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sweetkingdomstarlight-blog · 4 years ago

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watching you

Pairings - Lee Bodecker x Reader

Word Count - over 2.5k (loads of them)

Warnings - stalkerish Lee, arsehole ex, gun violence, eventual smut, breeding kink.

A/N - firstly if you are a minor then shoo, come back when you’re 18 please. Secondly thanks to my wife @buckyownsmylife for proofing this for me and as always hyping me up enough to post. This is for her 2k birthday challenge and if you aren’t already following her then what are you waiting for?

A/N 2 - @dreamslikeaheartbeat surprised me with this awesome mood board earlier and I love it. I encourage you all to go and have a look at her work she’s amazing and you won’t regret it.

Being one of the only detectives in this small town meant that most people respected Lee Bodecker, he would always get a table at the diner, always go to the front of the queue and locals knew to do what they were told when he asked.

That was until you arrived, moving here from another state you knew absolutely nobody and decided to open a coffee shop across from the station. The day before you opened you took a tray of coffees and freshly baked muffins to the station to say hi and let everyone know you were excited to get to know them. You had everyone under your spell with your first smile but Lee knew something was up, young girls like you don’t just move from big cities to small towns for the hell of it.

It took him a week but he had you, you were running away from your husband, he was a small time criminal but his wrap sheet was one of the longest Lee had seen in a long time. You were only married for six months before you showed up here and he wanted to know why, he was only protecting the town from future problems or at least that’s how he justified it to himself.

You weren’t due to open for another hour when you heard someone at your front door banging to be let in, you were covered in flour from making the cafes daily selection and didn’t really want anyone to see you like this but they were so persistent. Wiping your hands on the nearest cloth you peered out of the kitchen and were confused to see Detective Bodecker smiling through the window at you waving to be let in. You opened the door slightly and got a shock when he barged in locking the door behind him “hey sweetheart I’m glad we finally have time for a little talk” looking up at him slightly confused “I’m not open for another hour Detective can you come back then, I’m a little busy right now” turning your back on him and walking back to the kitchen.

Unsurprisingly he follows you standing a little too close and breathing down your neck “i said i wanted to talk” rolling your eyes you look up at him “and i said I’m busy” turning back to the bowl of blueberry muffin batter and adding more cinnamon, you’re about to mix when you see his thick finger dip into your bowl then into his mouth. He moans as he licks his finger clean and smirks as you visibly cringe at the sight “what the fuck! You can’t do that” you shout at him, furious inside as now you have to dump it all and start again. “Relax sweetheart you can make this my batch I’ll pay you for the loss” before dipping his finger again and pushing it into your mouth as you’re about to protest. You pull your head back and slap him across the face “get the fuck out of my cafe now, what the fuck is wrong with you?” You shout, watching as he wipes his finger across your apron and soothes his cheek “you’re feisty, i like it, we’re going to have some fun darling” and with that he turns and walks out leaving you stood in shock unable to understand what just happened.

A week goes by and he hasn’t been back so you put the little incident down to some sort of hazing and try to forget about it but you can’t, you see him all over town and he always seems to be watching you. You’re not sure what it is he thinks he’s going to catch you doing but he’s always there.

The next day you’re in the florists when you see him walk past and wink at you, enraged by his inability to leave you alone you pay for your bouquet and storm out looking for him. Marching down the street you can’t believe this is the first time in a week you haven’t seen his smug face watching you, you relax for a moment before you feel someone grabbing your arm and pulling you into the alleyway.

Your back hits the wall and you want to scream out but his hand is over your mouth before you can “you looking for me sweetheart?” He whispers in your ear, licking the outer shell and managing to dodge your knee as you attempt to introduce it to his balls. “You are trouble, I don’t like trouble in my town, I like an easy ride. I don’t want your shithead of an ex wandering into town and messing things up” your body stiffens at the mention of your ex and Lee noticing this chuckles “you think I don’t know who you are? Who he is?” You bite his hand to get him off you and suck in a deep breath “he doesn’t know where i am, he’s not going to show up here. Is that why you’ve been following me all across town you fucking creep?” Anger flashes across his face and he wraps his fingers around your throat “this is my town and I’ll follow who I like, do you understand?” You roll your eyes and nod your head knowing you aren’t getting out of this alleyway if you don’t “fine, follow me, see if I give a shit. I don’t do anything interesting anyway. If you’ve got nothing better to do than watch me all day so be it” he loosens his grip and takes a step back, admiring your bravery he doesn’t expect the punch to his gut as you pick up your things and walk away. Too winded to follow he watches you turn the corner and slumps down the wall to get his breath back.

The whole town loves your cafe and you feel settled as your regulars make their way in for their usual orders, enjoying the fancy coffee recipes you come up with everyday and clearing out your cakes by lunchtime. You hadn’t seen much of Lee since that day in the alley but you can always sense him nearby. His smell seems to have invaded your life in so many ways.

Closing down for the day you have your back to the door when you feel some hands wrap around your waist “why did you run away baby?”. Your blood runs cold, his voice makes your heart pound and his grip on you hurts probably leaving purple bruises on your sides, you try to pull at his thumbs to weaken his grip but he knows all of your moves now “baby come on didn’t you miss me?” Swinging your head back into his face he stumbles backwards giving you the chance to run for the back door, running through the kitchen you see Lee sitting on your counter eating some of your chocolate and looking smug “he’s here, he’s out there” pulling out his gun he stalks out to the seating area and sees him sat waiting.

“Well, well Ransom Drysdale what brings you out here to our little corner of the world?” Keeping his gun aimed at the man he keeps you behind him, protected, safe. Ransom sizes him up deciding what his next move will be when he stands moving towards them slowly “i don’t want any trouble. I just want my wife to come home with me, you can understand that surely?” Looking around Lee you scream “I’m not going anywhere with you! Now get the fuck out of my place” Ransom stops and stares at you, shaking his head “always so angry with me, come home and let me make you happy I’ll buy you anything you want you know that. Nothing is too much for my baby”. You grab the second gun off Lee’s belt and step out pointing it at Ransoms head “just leave me alone and go back home you don’t want me, you just don’t want people thinking you’re anything other than perfect” that's all it took he strode towards you unsheathing his blade screaming insults at you when you heard a loud bang and felt a warm splash on your face, looking at Lee he licks his lips “he can’t have what’s already mine and i won’t let anyone hurt you” he says walking towards you and catching you as you pass out in his arms.

You wake up in a hospital bed, your throat dry and your head throbbing. Looking around you’re shocked but not surprised to see Lee sitting in the chair next to your bed eating jelly beans and reading the paper “you’re awake” he says a little too loudly for your liking “Lee, what are you doing here. You took care of him I’m not a threat to your little town I’ll be gone before news travels round” he chuckles at you “oh you aren’t going anywhere sweetheart, we have unfinished business” throwing your head back you look up at the ceiling “what is it with men? Why do you all think you can control me?” He leans forward and licks your ear “you like me more than you realise, sweetheart. I’m patient though, I’ll wait” and with that he leaves, turning and winking at you before he exits.

It’s been a week since the incident, the police have cleared your cafe for opening again and quite a few of your regulars have arrived to help you with the cleanup, smiling at them all you unlock the door to let them in but scream when you see Lee sitting drinking a cappuccino at the counter “what the fucking fuck are you doing in here?” Walking up to him and turning him around on the stool “how did you even get in?” He looks you over checking to see if you’re ok “did you not realise this was my building sweetheart? I’ve got the master key I can come and go as I please” you groan loudly and turn to look at the damage, confused when everything seems normal you look back and see the biggest shit eating grin on his face “you're welcome sweetheart” kissing your head and walking out towards the station you watch him dumbfounded before making drinks for all the volunteers.

That was the start of his weird courtship, it never occurred to him that letting himself into the little apartment above your cafe and leaving flowers on your pillow was creepy, or that one time when he had your car towed because he thought he heard a weird noise one day when you came back from the market. It took him three months to ask you out and another two for you to agree but here you are now, wearing lingerie in his favourite colour excitedly waiting for him to come home. You sat on his sofa waiting to hear the jangle of his keys but they never seemed to arrive, you tried his phone but he didn’t answer either so you sat and waited. Next thing you know you’re being shaken awake by a sorry looking man who you haven’t decided is still your boyfriend, he looks you up and down blushing at the soft green lingerie you’re almost wearing “is this all for me sweetheart?” You scowl at him, angry that he’s almost three hours late and couldn’t send a quick text to tell you he’d be back when he could.

Running his hand down your face you bite the pad of his finger in warning “it was all yours hours ago, now I’m not so sure” sitting up and shifting away from him you try not to smile when he gets on his hands and knees and crawls to you for forgiveness. “I’m sorry there was a case, some kid we’ve been tracking for a while showed his face and I needed to go and see him”. You still won’t look at him so he kisses and nibbles up your leg the way he knows drives you wild his hands moving up your sides and pulling your bra down so he can rub and pinch your nipples relaxing once he hears a gentle moan from you. Kissing higher he licks around your belly button and nips at the flesh “you gonna finally let me fuck a kid into here baby? I can’t wait to see you all swollen with my son” grabbing him by the hair and pulling him up to your face “oh yeah and what if it's a girl?” You challenge him, going soft when he replies “even better, two of you to love for the rest of my life”. You pull him closer to you kissing him deeply, your tongue tickling the roof of his mouth making him jerk his hips forward before you pull back “you still have some making up to do” he smiles and pulls the tiny scrap of material covering your wet folds to one side before licking and nibbling at you like he’s a starving man. Your hands grip at his hair, his shirt, anything that will keep him exactly where he is, he knows exactly what you like making sure to spend as much of his time showing you as he can. He sucks on your clit, his warm mouth covering it before he flicks his tongue over it making you scream out his name, he could cum just from hearing you but tonight he’s going to give you all of him, it’s time.

He quickly strips as you come down from your high kissing your neck and jaw before picking you up and carrying you to the bedroom. You lay down watching him stare at you, you’ve never felt more loved than you do when he looks at you like this he always looks so grateful that you’re with him, he doesn't realise how much you love him. You hold your hand out and pull him down to you giggling when he almost falls, laying next to you he plays with your breasts “i can’t wait until these are full of milk for our baby” moving his hand down lower and rubbing your belly “until this is swollen and I have to care for you” his fingers move down lower, very slowly rubbing soft circles on your clit “fuck Lee, i need you” you whine, he leans down licking and nibbling on your nipple “you gonna let me do it? You gonna let me fuck a baby into you?”. You grind your hips up trying to get more friction “please, fuck please” licking your ear “please what sweetheart?”

Not able to take anymore you grab him and push him down on the bed sinking down on his length, moaning at the stretch before leaning forward and kissing him. He grabs your hips and bounces you up and down, groaning loud at how tight you are. He needs you to come quickly or he’s not going to make it. His finger rubs at your clit pushing you over the edge squeezing his cock tight he cums hard, decorating your walls with his seed. You collapse forward and kiss his face all over, taking your time to appreciate him. He goes to move away but you grip him with your thighs “don't move yet, we have to make sure it all stays inside me don’t we” you smirk at his shocked face before laying on top of him content, already thinking of baby names and picturing the nursery.

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merryhelps · 4 years ago

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plotting etiquette : a players guide

[ coming soon / an admins guide ]

plotting is an essential part to writing together; whether you’re in a group, an indie blog or even a 1x1, you need to be able to communicate with your peers in order to build a story. and that’s why we’re all here, right? to create worlds, no matter what the context, and most importantly, to do this with others. roleplaying is a team effort - no matter what universe you’re writing in. below the cut are some helpful tips, tricks and advice to remember when attempting to plot with others. if you’ve found this guide useful, please like and/or reblog to spread the word - and hopefully help out others along the way. ***a part two will be out next week for admins on how to promote and help your group with plotting.

i. ‘i’m scared of bothering people!’

this is a statement i’ve seen the most often around the rpc - whether it’s from a various text post people reblog, or as an admin who’s been on the receiving end of messages like this.

it’s important to remember that most of us get a little nervous about reaching out. while writing original pieces or fanfiction can give you some distance between the creating portion and the feedback process, there’s no real space for roleplaying. it’s an instantaneous thing - we put our words out there on the screen, and someone else has to reply to that in some capacity.

whether you’re an extrovert, an introvert or something in between, this can often be the beginning of the end for a lot of roleplayers. maybe you’ve joined an established group, and it seems like everyone has set dynamics and you don’t want to shake things up. or maybe you’re an indie blog, but you’re too scared to talk to someone you’ve idolized and want to write with.

the thing is, you can’t expect people to know what you want if you can’t verbalize it yourself. let them know you’re a little nervous ! chances are, they are too. we’re all on this platform trying to do the same thing, and everyone gets nervous about exposing themselves to strangers now and again. ultimately, we put a little piece of ourselves in every character we create, and that can be terrifying to show to people and expect them to accept. but a little effort goes a long way - making the first move can often help build a bridge to someone you might not have otherwise gotten the chance to write with. you’re going to have to take a risk sometimes. while not everyone is going to be receptive, most people will be. and chances are, if you start with something as simple as “hi, i’d love the chance to write / plot with you,” you’ll be met with an extraordinarily excited new partner. understand that if they don’t, it’s not a bad thing ! some writing styles don’t mesh together, some people have a harder time talking freely than others, and so many of us regularly forget to reply to a message. know that if you’ve put yourself out there, that’s a huge step in the right direction, no matter what comes of it, and next time it’ll be even easier.

ii. come prepared.

this is ultimately where a lot of players fall short. it’s one thing to say ‘let’s plot’, and another thing to do it altogether. you need to have some sort of jumping off point.

some ideas include:

a prompt / plot idea.

this is especially important if it’s a new person you’re trying to interact with. it’s difficult to come up with things on the spot, and if you’re reaching out, you need to have something to reach out with.

in a group you’ll want to take the time to read their biography / about / wanted connections if they have them listed. it’s a quick way to ensure you have a basis of what they want, and how you and your characters can then fill those needs.

as an indie / 1x1 see if they have any ‘wanted plots’ or ‘prompts’ tags. check out their ask memes tags. ensure you’ve read their guidelines on both of these, and follow them. while most people have similar rules, you can’t know that for sure unless you’ve read through them.

questions about their character(s).

everyone adores talking about their own characters - give them an opportunity to let them tell you about theirs! even if they’re playing a canon character, they’ll have their own take on them, with headcanons and quirks and hobbies that might not show up in the specific canon the character comes from.

use ask memes if you need help coming up with questions - ask memes are extraordinarily helpful when it comes to fleshing out muses for developmental purposes as it is, and while they’re usually made for general tumblr interaction, they can be a great jumping off point for talking specifics.

don’t be afraid to point out things in their bio / about / etc. this shows that you’ve gone through and read their pages, which shows that you care about them as a person and a character, and not merely another faceclaim.

talk about your character(s).

it’s always good, especially in a group, to have a small statement of facts about your character. in business, this is called an ‘elevator pitch’ - a few concise sentences that can get someone else interested.

for example, merrick wood is a former cheerleader who would do absolutely anything for her sister, holly, has no real ambitions and loves the weird and supernatural. you can find her swimming, or listening to mix cd’s she makes for her own amusement, or even on the hunt for big foot. this now gives the other player a few things to pick through - what kind of music is she listening to? why is her sister so important to her? is cheerleading still important enough for her to mention it to someone?

iii. plotting is a two way street.

the above two points work on the basis that you’ve made the first move - but say you’re the one who’s gotten the message of someone eager to plot with you ! takes a little stress off of your plate, but adds to their own. no matter what, remember that there is a real person on the other side of the screen. be kind, and treat them how you’d want to be treated - even if you’re not interested in writing with them, let them know ! a simple thanks for the message! i’m honored you’re interested in my characters, but at the moment i don’t think we’d be a good fit is enough of a response that most people should leave it at that. if you get a message saying they’re not interested, simply say ‘thank you for replying!’ and move on. as stated above, not everyone will always click - respect people’s boundaries, and understand that you’ll find a new partner in due time.

responding to plotting messages is as important as creating them; if someone says they want to plot and gives you ideas, play off of them. don’t simply say ‘okay!’ or ‘cool!’ - a habit a lot of people have had over the years.

example. if jenny says “i think it would be great if robert could surprise them with flowers,” reply wth “oh how cute!!!” and end there - expand on it, adding your own input - “that’s so cute! denise adores lilacs, and would be flustered to get them from someone she admires so much!” the latter sentence gives your partner something to respond to, something to work with, and may just end up being in the thread you write together!

iv. don’t make your admins do all the work.

this section is primarily for group roleplayers.

your admin(s) already do so much. behind the scenes, there’s constantly updating the main pages, queueing ads, coming up with tasks and events and plot drops to keep players entertained and happy. at the same time, they’re trying to play in the group with you - create their own stories, write their own characters. they should not have to spoon feed you plots. these are things you need to develop on your own and with fellow players.

example. in a town rp, and you have a social butterfly character ? throw a birthday party for a character, giving the other characters something to participate in without an official Admin Sponsored Event. you should of course ensure the admin is okay with you having ‘events’ like the above for various players, and you need to ensure you’re inclusive in them - don’t ‘throw a party’ and not invite half the group because you don’t want to plot with them. take the time to message players of characters who might not normally show up and figure out something else with them, or a reason why they would be there or even why they wouldn’t!

v. stop bubbling.

at the end of the day, plotting together is the best way to stop bubbling from happening in your group. no one wants to be the player left out of everything - make sure to try and reach out to the others, especially if you think other players may be ignoring them. writing together - in a group, on an indie, anywhere really - is supposed to be fun and challenging and a different experience every time. before you go to your admins about being left out / ignored, ask yourself if you’ve done the above. have you messaged other players ? asked them about their characters, and given ideas of potential prompts for the two of you to write ? if you have, and you’re still getting ignored, then absolutely talk to your admin team! but try and be proactive instead of reactive and you’d be amazed at how far you can go.

hopefully this guide will help you - remember, your roleplay experience is ultimately cultivated by yourself. you choose which groups to apply to, which characters to bring, and your attitudes and behaviors can affect your gameplay. being in a group, specifically, is about being a part of a team. become a team player, and you and your characters can find the roleplay family of your dreams ♡

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outerbankspreferences · 4 years ago

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50 Wordless Ways to say I love you

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A/N: Every time I sit down to write a shirt blurb it always turns out long. Every time I sit down to write a long blurb it always turns out long. I can’t seem to win. I’m always taking request, and message me if you wanted to get added to the tag list :)

#14. Singing and dancing to their favorite song.

It was Madison Bailey’s birthday coming up and you had started a tradition last season on everyone birthday to make them a cake of their choice. You always loved baking and found it therapeutic and soothing. You and Madison were roommates while filming season two of the show, and you kicked her out of the apartment so you could surprise her.

You asked Drew to come over and help considering him, and Austin lived in the same building. In all honest, the two living in the same apartment worked out great for you because you had a huge crush on Drew. You had since you meet him at the beginning of filming season one. Your characters were love interest, and at first you didn’t know if the lines of acting were getting hazy, but you soon realized it wasn’t. You had some serious feelings for him, but you were too nervous he didn’t like you back.

You were greasing the pans for the cake when you heard a knock on your door, and then was greeted by Drew. “What’s cooking good looking?” He laughed kissing the top of your head, giving you butterflies. “Only the best birthday cake in the entire world.” You said in a half serious tone, “where’s your partner in crime?” You asked looking for Austin. “Uh-he went to play basketball with JD, so just me and you are today. Is that okay?” He asked walking over to your speaker. A whole afternoon just to two of you, of course you were okay with that. “Yeah sure, did you download that playlist I showed you?” You asked, the two of you having similar taste in music.

“Of course, I did, I don’t know how you find such good playlist.” He said turning on the music, “so how can I help?” “Well, do you know how to bake Drew?” You asked, have never done this with him before. “I would rate myself like a seven and a half out of ten” He said confident. “Okay, well why don’t you measure all the ingredients, and put them into these little bowls so I can post something cute to my Instagram and then we’ll get started.” You said handing him the recipe with the measurements.

You preheated the oven and got the stuff together for the frosting. You prepped all the pipping bags and sprinkles in Madison favorite colors. “Did you get Madison something for her birthday?” Drew was the first to break the comfortable silence. “I did, I got her a gift certificate for a spa place for her and Mariah this weekend.” You told him proud of your gift. “Shit, I forgot to her something, I’ve so busy filming, do you know what she wants?” He asked. “Um- she broke her Bluetooth speaker last week, maybe get her that? That’s why we’ve been stuck using my crappy one.” You said laughing finishing get your stuff together. “Okay, are you done with the measuring?” You asked, looking over his shoulder. “You know that’s a good idea, do you want to come with me when we’re done this?” He asked moving out the way so you could see he finished.

“I would love that.” You say grabbing your phone and taking a picture of Drew’s hard work, adding a cute filter before posting it to your Instagram. “You know she’s going to see your “Why are you posting that your IG story, she’ll know that’s what you’re making.” Drew said not understanding why you were taking a picture. “I know she’ll see it, that’s why I made cookies earlier. She’ll think I was making those and not her birthday cake.” You explained, grabbing some bowls to mix the stuff in. “Okay, you mix the wet ingredients together, and I’ll mix the dry and then we combine them together in the end.” You explained handing him bowl. “Why can’t we just mix everything in one bowl, you’re making more of mess.” He asked looking down at you, “uh-I don’t know, you just can’t. Those are the rules Andrew.” You responded sarcastically. “Oh god, not the full name. Remind me not to question your authority again.” He said shoving you shoulder playful.

Drew loved to hear you say his full name, normally it was something he despised but not with you. He was excited when you offered for him and Austin to come over and help bake the cake. When you asked him the day before you told him the Austin was welcome too. Normally Madison would help you, but you didn’t want to ruin the surprise. He didn’t invite Austin though, wanting to spend as much time alone together as you could. He would take any chance he could whether it be running lines, watching a movie, carpooling to work.

Everyone in the cast knew you guys had a thing for each other and encouraged the both of you to make a move, but nether of you did. Drew nor you ever thought you guys would have chance with each other. So, you guys would just spend time together, dancing around feelings, and awkward moments.

As you guys finished mixing the ingredients together you poured the batter and put it into the oven. “Okay, that should take about twenty minutes to bake and then we can make the frosting while it’s cooling.” You said grabbing some of the dishes putting them in the dishwasher. “Who taught you how to bake?” Drew asked, curious on how the habit started. You smile thinking about your childhood. You turned around to face him, leaning against the counter. “My mom taught me. When I was kid, she used to bake all the time. If it weren’t someone’s birthday, she would say they’re ‘I love you’ cakes. I guess after that I always found joy in it. I know it’s kind of cliche girl thing, but”- “No I like that you do stuff like this, it’s not cliché.” Drew said cutting you off before you could bad mouth your favorite pass time.

That’s when your favorite song on the playlist came on. Drew looked over at you, knowing it was your favorite. He loved seeing the light in eyes when ever it came on. “Ugh, I love this song” you say humming along to the words while looing at your phone. Drew got up from the chair he was sitting on, and grabbed your hand pulling you close to dance with him. “I know, that’s why I added it to the queue, come dance with me.” The two of you danced like idiots while you sang to the song. Drew spun you around, and you almost tripped and fell but he caught you, the two of you giggling. You looked into his eyes, the two of you close enough you could feel his breath on your face. ‘Just do it, kiss him’ you thought to yourself, and the next thing you know, you’re closing the small gap between you two.

Drew was shocked at first, not believing he was kissing you. Your lips were softer than he had expected, and they tasted like raspberries, most likely from your lip balm. He placed his hands on your hips, pulling you closer kissing you back. You guys made out for a couple more minutes before you pulled away from lack of air. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me”- you started to stumble over your words when Drew leaned down and kissed you again. “it’s okay Y/N/N, I’ve been wanting to kiss you for while I just didn’t think you felt the same way for me.” He said with a little grin.

You couldn’t believe you waited that long to show him how you felt, and now that you had you were glad, he felt the same way. “I was worried that you didn’t feel the same way, I didn’t want to make things awkward between us.” You said almost in whisper, a blush creeping on your cheeks. Drew leaned down and kissed you again, “of course I feel the same about you. How could I not? You’re such an amazing person.” His kind words causing a blush to form again. You hid you face in his chest, making him laugh.

The two of you were pulled away from your conversation when the timer went off for the cake. “Oh, it’s ready!” Drew said rushing over to the oven taking the cakes out. “I’ll grab the stuff to start making the frost, and you can take the cakes out of the oven.” You directed. “Yes chef.” Drew saluted you in joking matter. Once he took the cakes out, you tested it with a knife to make sure it was cooked all the way through. You cut a bit off the top to make sure it tasted okay, giving a piece to Drew.

Once you took a bit you immediately made a face, the cake tasted terrible. You looked at Drew trying to judge his reaction, laughing when he made the same face you did. “I don’t mean to be an asshole, but this taste terrible Y/N/N.” You grabbed the recipe off the counter and read the instruction. “I don’t understand I made this recipe a hundred times, it always turns out good. Three cups of flour, a teaspoon of vanilla, two teaspoons of salt, a”- “did you just say two teaspoons of salt?” Drew asked with wide eyes. “Yeah, why how much did you put in?” “Uh, well I though it meant tablespoon, so I put two tablespoons of salt.” He said rubbing the back of his neck cheeks turning red.

You start to laugh at him, finding his embarrassment hilarious. “Oh, come on love it’s not that funny.” He says wrapping his arms around you from behind. “Don’t worry I can bake.” You say mocking him. “I guess Madison is getting a store-bought cake this year.” You say turning around kissing him. “At least I can kiss better then I can bake.” He said making the both of you laugh.

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freudensteins-monster · 4 years ago

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You Say “Mad Scientist” Like It’s A Bad Thing

Based on my own tumblr post: 3am thoughts… Has anyone written Jane Foster as a mad scientist, I mean like a villain?

Chaotic neutral Darcy and Jane featuring modern/human SHIELD Agent Bucky.

Available on AO3.

Content Warnings: Implied/Referenced Torture, Aftermath of Torture, Amnesia, Memory Suppressing Machine | The Chair (Marvel), Dark, Sort Of, Ambiguous/Open Ending...

In a world full of megalomaniacs, straight up supervillains, and fricking aliens, mad scientists were a dime a dozen. Dr Foster was one such scientist who was quickly moving from mildly irritating to SHIELD’s Most Wanted.

Dr Foster’s gimmick was portals. She first gained international attention when she claimed responsibility (via an untraceable Instagram account, @dr-mthrfckng-foster) for diverting LA’s 405 to a dirt road in rural Australia. Then came a string of impossible robberies – bank vaults and the private collections of the world's richest assholes stripped bare in seconds. Then she created a portal that caused an Indonesian typhoon to bear down on Wall Street, flooding the trading floor. And then she robbed a top secret government black site of some classified technology.

And that’s when Director Nick Fury made finding and stopping Dr Foster SHIELD’s number one priority.

Agent James Barnes had been stuck on suspension for two weeks, with two more to go, and was itching to get back into the field. He had way too much free time on his hands: he’d caught up on his sleep and everything in his Netflix queue. He’d cleaned out his refrigerator, done laundry and enough meal prep to last him until next month. He’d caught up with his family, cleaned his whole goddamn apartment twice, and now he was well and truly bored.

He was out for his fifth run of the week (and it wasn’t even Wednesday) when his work phone rang.

“Thank Christ,” he muttered before answering.

“Barnes.”

“It’s Hill. How’s the arm?”

“Fine,” Barnes grunted, rotating his metal shoulder irritably. “You got something for me?”

“Are you up for a recon mission?”

Usually he would have protested. He headed tactical units. He was an elite ‘first through the door’ kind of field agent. Not that he couldn’t be stealthy and patient - he’d been a sniper in the army for christ's sake - but going unnoticed in public was kind of a problem for him these days; he’d have to wear jackets and gloves in the middle of August to hide his prosthetic for starters.

On the other hand, his mother had been calling him every second day to feed him carb-heavy meals in exchange for help around the house, all while dropping not-so-subtle hints that he should start dating again. Requests for more grandchildren couldn’t be far behind.

“I’ll be there in thirty.”

Thirty-five minutes later Agent Barnes was back at his desk at SHIELD HQ perusing through the increasingly large file of one Dr Jane Foster.

She had been a brilliant student and had earned a PhD in Astrophysics from Culver University by the age of 25. By all accounts she should have been one of the leading researchers in her field, and if doctoral programs handed out superlatives Dr Foster’s would have been “Most Likely To Win a Nobel Prize By 30”.

Unfortunately for Dr Foster, and the rest of the world, she had been forced from that path by a sexist tenured professor who publicly denounced her theories, and the woman herself, as crazy, discredited her published work, and used his influence to ensure she was denied all of the more lucrative research grants.

When federal agents went to interview him after the 405 incident they found his office looking like a tornado had gone through it and the professor himself was nowhere to be found. A few weeks later he stumbled into a US Embassy in Russia after being found wandering in from the forests outside Vladivostok, half mad and still decrying the evils of allowing women into scientific fields.

He had been placed into witness protection and promptly admitted into a psychiatric facility under his new name, and was being monitored by several undercover agents in case Dr Foster felt like punishing him some more.

Anyone else who had a part in ruining Dr Foster’s legitimate career was also under surveillance, as was her mother in London, a terrified ex-boyfriend in Boston, and a handful of known associates, though Dr Foster hadn’t been in contact with any of them in years.

SHIELD and other federal agencies had tried the usual methods of tracking down a rogue mad scientist. They tried to find out where her base of operations was, firstly by looking for any properties in her name, but Dr Foster had been a broke student with an impressive amount of debt (until the day she decided to wipe it, and the rest of Culver’s student debt, out). So if she had property it would definitely not be in her legal name and all but impossible to trace back to her. Then they tried to look for drains on the powergrid. However she managed to generate her portals - SHIELD scientists still hadn’t figured that out - it surely had to be using huge amounts of electricity. So far they’d found six grow labs and two server rooms running illegal god-knows-what, but no Dr Foster.

Agent Barnes read the file twice, reviewed all the transcripts of the interviews with her known associates, and came to one very important conclusion: she had an accomplice.

As smart as Dr Foster was there was nothing in her academic history to suggest that she had a background in computer science that would account for the notable hacks and the untraceable nature of her activities. To add to that several interviewees had made passing remarks about her not having a cell phone for most of her academic career, and how she had zero interest in social media.

Two days later, after getting the okay for a field trip from Hill, Agent Barnes made his way to Culver University to speak to anyone who had even the vaguest recollection of Dr Foster. And that’s how he learnt about the intern.

He’d started by dropping by one of the physics labs where Dr Foster had spent most of her time, and by pure chance met a doctoral candidate who remembered her, and her intern.

“I think her name was Darlene. Glasses. Always on her phone.”

…which led him to the academic advisor who put the two of them together...

“Darcy. Darcy Lewis. She was actually a PoliSci major but left it too late and Dr Foster’s internship was the only one available. She had only been working with her for a few weeks before… before Dr Foster’s funding was revoked and she was asked to leave.”

...who pointed him to one of Darcy’s former professors…

“Average student. Good debater. Often late, and always had a coffee in her hand.”

...who gave him a few names of some former classmates who might remember her…

“Not the worst person to be stuck with on a group assignment. Pulled her weight. Obsessed with her stupid iPod.”

“I swear she lived off pop tarts and coffee. And not Starbucks either. Some stupid hipster chain.”

“Deja Brew. Serious problem. Went through one of those loyalty punch cards every week. Always complained about having to go home for the holidays and resort to big chain coffee shops.”

...which had him driving out to Darcy Lewis’ hometown, located a few hours south of Roanoke, Virginia, stopping first at the local high school to speak to the school principal…

“She’d always been good with computers but wasn’t allowed to use them at home for some reason so she spent a lot of time at the local library using theirs. We had to suspend her once. One of her classmates accused her of accepting payment from other students to hack the school’s records and alter their grades. Their grades were definitely getting altered, but we couldn’t get any concrete proof it was her.”

...who was able to find a photo of 16 year old Darcy in an old yearbook and told him what bar he could find Darcy’s mother in.

“She knows not to come to me if she’s in the shit, because I would call the cops in a heartbeat. Especially after that stunt she pulled before she went off to college…”

“What stunt was that, Ms Bennett?” Agent Barnes asked patiently, hoping he wouldn’t have to enable her alcoholism to get some useful information.

“I made some mistakes, okay,” she slurred defensively. “I was having an affair with my boss. Don’t know how Darcy knew. She told her stepfather but he didn’t believe her. Then a few weeks later we went out to dinner for my boss’s birthday... all the tv’s in the bar start showing security camera footage of us falling into offices and motel rooms. Took her all of a minute to ruin two marriages and a law firm.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” he replied diplomatically. “Is there anyone she could turn to for help? Her father, perhaps.”

“He died when she was about twelve. They were as thick as thieves,” she recalled with a tinge of bitterness.

“Was there any place that was special to them? Someone she might go to ground?”

She shook her head. “He used to rent this old cabin near the Catskills off a buddy of his every other year. Winter or summer, Darcy loved it. But it's long gone. Forest fire, I think, the year before his accident.”

Back in his car Agent Barnes reviewed the data points.

Dr Foster had a base of operations somewhere. Had to be private, and as best SHIELD could guess it must be off the grid and Dr Foster must be generating her own power.

Dr Foster was a space nut at heart, and while an abandoned observatory might be too much to ask for, she’d probably want somewhere with minimal light pollution.

And while they could portal anywhere, neither of them spoke any other languages and had no familiarity with any international locations, so they were most likely still State-side. (Dr Foster’s mother had moved to London when Jane was twenty-three, but she’d never found the time to visit.)

Miss Lewis was familiar with the Catskills area. A base of operations there could be very isolated.

Dr Foster was most likely building and modifying her own own equipment so she had to be able to access materials. Sure, she could portal to her local hardware store, but having Darcy drive into the nearest town for supplies would attract less attention.

Miss Lewis had an addiction to coffee procured from Deja Brew, a small hipster chain with only a handful of locations along on the east coast. While she could have found another way to get her caffeine fix, people were creatures of habit.

Miss Lewis was also known for stocking up on poptarts. In one of the only images of the other side of one of Dr Foster’s portals there was what appeared to be, if one squinted, a box of limited edition pop tarts on a counter.

He plugged it all into SHIELD fancy search engines and got a few results back. The most promising was an abandoned ski chalet turned abandoned research station halfway up a mountain, an hour drive away from an up and coming tourist town, whose main street hosted a Deja Brew cafe. They also had a small mom and pop hardware store, as well as a post office, and a grocery store that had still been selling pumpkin pie pop tarts around the time Dr Foster’s portal had been caught on camera.

Agent Barnes came to with a groan. The flesh of his shoulder where it met his prosthetic felt like it was on fire, and he was pretty sure he could smell fried wiring.

The research station had come up in SHIELD’s initial search for a potential mad scientist's lair, but had been dismissed for not using any power and for not sending back any heat signature readings. Perhaps they’d found a way to fool the scanners. Or maybe they just weren’t in the day the readings were taken. Whatever the reason, Agent Barnes had a good feeling about it. He filled his tank up at the nearest gas station and got on the highway, forgoing checking in at the Triskelion on his way past in favour of driving all night. He’d call Hill when he had something solid.

** *** **

“Fuck…”

He willed his eyes open and came face to face with Darth Vader.

Barnes reeled back at the sound of the synthesized voice. “Who sent you? Who do you work for?! The Rebellion?”

“What the fuck!”

It took him until his eyes adjusted to the fluorescent lighting to realise that Darth Vader was wearing a grey knit dress and black tights. Darth Vader laughed and ripped off his mask to reveal a smiling bespectacled brunette underneath. The accomplice. Darcy Lewis.

“Sorry, I was just messing with you, dude,” she teased, tossing the mask over her shoulder. “I’ve always wanted to do that. But seriously, who do you work for? Who knows you’re here?”

“I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about,” he lied. “I was just camping in the woods, man. I saw the lights and decided to check it out,” he rambled in a lazy Canadian accent. “How the hell did I get here? Did you electrocute me?”

He used his not-quite fake panic to test the limits of his restraints. He’d been strapped into some sort of junkstore barber chair, with thick metal shackles locked around his wrists, ankles, and chest. His metal arm could probably make quick work of them but the damn thing was not responding. His panic became a little less fake.

“Just camping, huh?” she echoed back with a raised eyebrow, leaning forward to the point where Barnes couldn’t avoid getting a good look down her top and the 15-carat pink diamond (worth about 40mil and reported stolen in one of Dr Foster’s vault heists two months ago) hanging around her neck. “So that wasn’t you poking around town this morning?” she asked pointedly, drawing his attention to the wall of monitors he hadn’t noticed showing various street cameras around the town. “I’ve got eyes and ears everywhere, dude. You got into town bright and early in a beat up looking truck with plates that didn’t exist two weeks ago and started flashing my yearbook photo around. So, who do you work for?”

He levelled his best steely-eyed agent stare at her and switched back to his native pissed-off Brooklynite accent. “I ain’t tellin you shit, sweetheart.”

“C’mon now,” she cooed, taking a seat on his lap. “Who do you work for? FBI? Interpol? SHIELD? Crawford County Library Services? Listen, I was totally going to return Eat Pray Love, but we had to skip town in a hurry and it got lost in the move. I will totally pay to replace it.”

Years of training (and regular poker games with the Black Widow) had taught him to school his features, even if that last one threw him for a loop.

“Nothing? You sure you don’t want to talk to me? Fine,” she whined. “Jane!”

It was only then that Barnes switched his focus from his captor to his surroundings and realised that there was another occupant puttering about on the other side of the large telescope that took pride of place on a hydraulic platform underneath the research station's retractable roof. The infamous Dr Foster.

“Jane!”

“What?” came the irritated reply.

“Come over here and practise your monologue. Look! You’ve got a captive audience and everything!” she announced, laughing at her own joke.

“I don’t have time, Darcy,” the disgruntled voice argued.

“Hey! I spent two days writing up that monologue, the least you can do is spend twenty-five minutes reading it out loud so I can make sure it doesn’t make you sound too much like a cartoon villain.”

“Twenty-five minutes?! Are you kidding me?” Dr Foster stormed out from behind the telescope to wave a wrench at her assistant. She looked less put together than her ID photo, appearing to be long overdue for both a shower and a nap. “I’m in the middle of something. I’ve almost figured the problem with the mobile portal generator, and… Darcy, why is there a man tied to a chair in my lab?”

“This man?” Darcy snorted, taking Barnes’s chin in her hands and wiggling it about. “This is the intruder. You remember the intruder alert, like fifteen minutes ago? Lots of flashing lights and alarms? Well, I found this guy passed out on the lawn. For most people, hitting my force field would be like getting lightly tased, but this bad boy,” she continued, tapping a fingernail against his dead metal arm, “meant you ended up getting the full 50,000 volts to your heart. Thanks for letting me practice my CPR by the way,” she added with a wink.

“It’s not a force field, Darcy. It’s a glorified invisible pet fence, upsized and modified so it reacts to the electrical impulses in the human body.”

“It keeps people out; I’m calling it a force field.”

This was definitely the weirdest interrogation he had endured by a large margin, Barnes mused as he followed their bickering like a pingpong game.

“Who is he, Darcy?” Jane sighed wearily. “What is he doing here?”

“Fiiiine. Janey, meet Agent James Barnes of SHIELD.”

“What?! SHIELD?!!”Jane screeched. “Why did you bring him here?”

“He found us, Jane. What was I supposed to do?”

“Something other than bringing him inside our secret hideout.”

“I am not killing him and burying him in the woods; I just did my nails.”

Jane scowled, turning the full force of her overtired fury on James. “Why can’t you SHIELD issue jackbooted thugs just leave me alone? Can’t you understand how important my work is? I am challenging the very foundations of modern science - of the laws of the universe! I am on the verge of a breakthrough! And if you or Nick Fury think you can stop me, you’ve got another thing coming!”

Before his mouth could betray him and ask how the hell they knew his boss Darcy spoke up.

“A little off script, but I like the energy, Jane. Very much the mad scientist vibe we’re going for. But next time, try not to make it so personal – we’ve got to hide the target of our frustrations, remember? Instead of saying “SHIELD” say “government”, instead of saying “Nick Fury” say “president”.”

“Right, right,” Jane nodded absently, tapping the side of her head with the wrench she had just been waving around like a weapon.

“Now, go back to work. I’ll handle this.”

“Okay, thanks Darce. Oh, have you seen my soldering iron around?”

“It’s in the locked cabinet because you’re not allowed to use it unsupervised, you know that. Gimme ten minutes, I’ll bring it to you.”

Jane wandered back to her side of the observatory, muttering under her breath, leaving Barnes at Darcy’s mercy.

“She’s not the criminal mastermind here, is she?” he wondered, his eyes roaming over the strange cupcake of a woman in his lap.

“Not exactly,” Darcy admitted. “I mean, it’s not like she set out to be a mad scientist. I kind of rebranded her after that little freeway incident.”

“Rebranded?”

“Yeah. She was in a bad way after New Mexico and then when the first live test of her portal engine went a little sideways I didn’t want dudebros on the internet coming after her, so I changed the narrative. Instead of ‘girl scientist makes mistake, should stick to making sandwiches’ I changed it to ‘Dr Foster, genius astrophysicist, causes chaos, totally on purpose.’”

“And all those robberies?”

“I may have encouraged that. I’m all for sticking it to the one percenters, and Jane needed to fund her experiments somehow,” she added with a shrug.

“So Jane’s the absent-minded professor and you’re the brains behind this operation, huh?”

Darcy laughed and slid out of his lap causing a distracting amount of friction. “I’m really not. So you, Coulson, and Fury should be really, really scared.”

“How do you know those names?” he had to know, cover be damned.

“You don’t know? Of course you don’t,” she huffed. “Fury and his clearance levels. I’d tell you to ask him about New Mexico sometime, but you’re not going to be able to.”

“Why not? What are you going to do to me?” Barnes fretted, unable to ignore the sinking feeling that he was in big trouble; she wouldn’t have told him anything if she intended on letting him walk out of here.

“Oh, relax. I’m not going to kill you. I’m just gonna scramble your brain a little.”

She circled his chair, flipping switches as she went, and something behind him started humming ominously.

“So, admittedly I didn’t major in hard sciences. I had an ex who did, but he also fancied himself something of a cat burglar, so when he went to jail I liberated all his college textbooks and gave myself a crash course in electrical engineering. And it helped that those HYDRA designs were really easy to follow.”

“HYDRA?” Barnes cursed.

HYDRA had been the scientific branch of the Nazi regime and believed that discovery required (human) experimentation. They were supposedly eradicated at the end of WWII but Project Paperclip saved some of HYDRA’s greatest minds, giving them immunity in exchange for their genius. If Foster or, more worryingly, Darcy had aligned themselves with some surviving HYDRA faction the results could be catastrophic.

“Yeah, I found them in that SHIELD warehouse when we recovered Jane’s stolen research.”

“What are you talking about?”

“They just call it ‘The Chair’, which is totally not creepy at all,” she continued as if he hadn’t spoken. “And this is the Halo,” she added, drawing Barnes’s attention to the whirring circle of metal that was lowering itself over his head.

“What the hell are you doing?” he shouted, renewing his efforts to break free of his restraints. “Get that piece of scrap metal the fuck away from me!”

“Hey! Don’t mock my work. It may look like I raided a junkyard for the components - and I did - but my welding game is on point. It’s totally safe. Mostly safe. It’s just going to send focused electrical pulses to your…” she paused to consult some smudged writing on her hand, “hippocampus and prefrontal cortex.”

The Halo stopped moving and two metal plates extended, pressing against the sides of his head, holding it like a vice.

“Please… don’t do this,” he begged as she approached him with a rubber mouthguard.

“C’mon, open wide. You don’t want to end up braindead and unable to chew your food,” she jested, waving the thing in front of him. “Oh, just one question before I fry your brain,” she added just when he was about to give in. “How did you find us? I was so careful,” she whined.

Agent Barnes, terrified as he was, still managed to look smug at his small, short lived success. “Deja Brew coffee.”

“Curses!” she wailed theatrically. “Betrayed by my one true love!”

Darcy huffed and quickly returned her attention to the matter at hand.

“Thanks for that,” she said with a smile as she forced him to bite down on the mouthguard. “I’ll know better for next time. Start making my own coffee at home… but it never tastes as good,” she muttered to herself.

She stepped away from him and bent down to pick up a similarly frankensteined industrial remote with long wires snaking back to the chair and a clichéd big red button at its centre. He began struggling anew, screaming around the foul tasting rubber, begging for mercy.

She took great delight in his terrified expression and put on her best supervillain voice, “Give my regards to Nick Fury.”

Nick Fury observed his agent from behind a two way mirror as he sat behind a table in an interrogation room. Barnes had been sitting there for the past hour as still as a statue, except for his unfocused eyes which flitted about the room.

In true horror movie fashion, Agent Barnes’ screams echoed down the mountainside like an avalanche, sending animals fleeing in terror for miles around.

** *** **

Local LEO’s had found him wandering aimlessly down a stretch of highway just outside the ruins of what had previously been Puente Antiguo, New Mexico, and ten minutes after they ran his prints Agent Romanoff had been on a quinjet to collect him. She’d been directed to the nearest hospital and found him sitting up on a bed but not responding or reacting to any of the medical staff as they buzzed around him. Agent Romanoff took a cautious step forward and held her breath as his unfocused eyes settled on her.

“Hello James...”

An excruciating minute later the veil lifted and he attempted a smile.

“Hey Tasha.”

She’d brought him back to base and dragged him to SHIELD’s medical bay for more tests - not that Barnes put up much of a fight, in fact he was terrifyingly compliant. The SHIELD doctors confirmed what the New Mexico doctors suspected: the bruising and electrical burns around his temples and his memory loss were indicative of some back alley version of electroshock therapy. His memories should come back in time - how long was anybody’s guess - but for the moment Agent James Barnes had no memory of the last four weeks.

Fury picked up a tablet with depressingly little information on its screen and stepped into the room, waiting for Barnes eyes to focus on him before taking a seat.

“Agent Barnes.”

“Director.”

“I know you’re probably sick of questions by now, but I have a few more for you, if that’s alright.”

“Yeah, sure…”

It rankled Fury to no end how meak and passive Barnes seemed. Heaven help him, he missed the argumentative sonofabitch.

“What’s the last thing you remember?”

“Being called into your office.”

“What for?”

“I punched Rumlow.”

“Why?”

“He was bragging about taking advantage of a drunk woman at a club when he was last on leave. He didn’t like me calling out his shitty behaviour. He punched me, I punched him back.”

Fury sighed. He hadn't gotten a straight answer out of Barnes at the time of the incident and he couldn’t feel happy about getting one now.

“Do you remember what happened once I called you into my office?”

His brow creased and his eyes zipped back and forth like the carriage of a printer as his mind searched for the elusive memory.

“You suspended me?”

“I did,” Fury confirmed. “For a whole month. But two weeks into it I pulled you in for a special assignment.”

Barnes tensed, shrinking in on himself. The confusion about his lost time seemed to be the only thing that got under his skin, but only when someone brought it up. Once the moment passed he forgot to be concerned about it.

Fury took pity on him. “For the past two weeks I had you running down leads on the whereabouts of Dr Jane Foster.”

“The scientist with the portals? Did she do this to me?”

“It’s not exactly her MO, but then again no law enforcement agency’s ever managed to have a confrontation with her. Never had the chance. Those portals of hers let her keep at a distance. You might have been the first person to have a face to face with her, but I can’t confirm it because I don’t know where the hell you were when this happened,” he grumbled, letting a little more of his usual exasperated tone filter through. “You missed check in by two days. The last we heard from you, you were at Culver running down leads on what you said was a potential accomplice. We found your car in Tromso, Norway, a day after you were found on the side of a road in New Mexico. You don’t appear on any security footage or speed cameras in the area. There’s no activity on your work or personal credit cards. Your activity logs on our highly secure system for the last two weeks are nonexistent, as are your call logs on your work phone. Even the messages you sent Romanoff from your personal phone complaining about your assignment have since been deleted - from her phone too. She’s real pissed about it. As far as your digital footprint is concerned you disappeared from a gas station outside Roanoke, Virginia, last week - do you know how weird it is to know you were headed out towards a place called Roanoke only to up and vanish?” He sighed at Barnes’ painful silence. “Is there anything you can remember, anything at all about Dr Foster or her accomplice? Anything that will help us catch up to you without talking to everyone on campus to figure out what you discovered?”

Barnes’ brow creased in painful confusion.

“I think… I think I saw Darth Vadar.”

Director Fury blinked. “Right…” He took a deep breath to stop himself from venting his frustrations at Barnes, the sorry bastard looked like a kicked puppy as it was. Instead he got up and tapped the tablet against the metal tabletop harder than strictly necessary. “Well, I’ll just go put out a BOLO out for Darth Vadar then.”

“Okay,” Barnes murmured, and promptly zoned out again.

Agent Romanoff exited the viewing room looking uncharacteristically unsettled.

“I want a full detail on him at all times,” Fury ordered as he stormed off towards the elevators. Hill had just stepped off and was looking even more grim than usual. “Until his memories come back he’s vulnerable, and once they do he’ll be a target.”

“I’ll get a STRIKE team on it. Not Rumlow’s.”

“Get another one along with any assets currently not on assignment. Flood that campus, interrogate everybody. I wanna know who the hell Dr Foster’s accomplice is, and I wanna know yesterday. Understood?”

“I think we might have more pressing concerns, sir,” Hill reported, tapping at her tablet as it beeped erratically. “Coulson’s said there’s an issue with the Tesseract. Dr. Selvig read an energy surge from it fifteen minutes ago.”

“NASA didn't authorise Selvig to test phase,” he grunted, taking the tablet from Hill.

“He wasn't testing it, he wasn't even in the room. Spontaneous advancement.”

“Motherfucker.”

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY @floating-in-the-blue!!! I know this is already late, but I wanted to post something little while I still work on the main fic I have for you (because it’s taking too long!).

You wanted: something cute with Willex, including playing with each others hair, cuddling but it’s somewhere outside (park or beach). I hope you like this, darling. 💜💜💜

Alex really likes touching Willie’s hair. He’s always brushing bits back behind Willie’s ear, or twirling a piece in his fingers as they talk, or burying a hand in it and holding tight while they kiss.

And Willie loves it. He hasn’t had anyone touch his hair in so long, and he missed it so intensely it’s like a wound that throbs somewhere deep inside him. Reminding him of what he didn’t have.

But now he does. Now he has Alex, who will direct Willie’s head into his lap and run his fingers through Willie’s hair until he practically falls asleep. He’ll laugh at Willie’s dopey face when he finally stops, and they have to get up and move, and Willie can’t coordinate his limbs because he’s so relaxed. But he doesn’t stop. He just wraps an arm around Willie’s waist and helps him walk, slides his hand up Willie’s back and under his hair, squeezes his neck and scritches his scalp when Willie can finally keep himself upright. Just so he can laugh again when Willie stumbles, but then he pulls Willie close and kisses the sting away and Willie knows the teasing is pure affection.

Plus, it’s not like he minds Alex laughing, especially if it keeps Alex touching his hair like that, because Alex’s laugh is magic, warms Willie down to his toes every time he hears it.

They’re at the beach today, watching Luke and Reggie splashing each other and squealing like little kids, and Alex is trying to braid Willie’s hair. He’s not very good at it, tangling strands around his fingers and tugging a little sharply when he tries to free himself. But Willie doesn’t mind, because Alex finally gives up and scratches his nails over Willie’s scalp, soothes the spots where he’d pulled too hard, like he knows exactly where it hurts.

Willie is practically purring under his hands, and his eyes closed at some point, letting the feeling wash over him. Alex hums a little as he gently works on a tangle, no longer pulling at Willie’s hair at all, and Willie looks up at him, Alex’s hair a golden halo around his smiling face.

He reaches up and slides his fingers through Alex’s hair, tugging him down for an awkward, yet perfect, kiss. Alex makes a sound against his mouth, bent in an uncomfortable position, but he doesn’t pull away as Willie teases at the seam of his lips with his tongue. His fingers curl in Willie’s hair, tighten in the strands and Willie can’t help but moan a little into Alex’s mouth.

Then Alex is kissing him properly, sliding his tongue against Willie’s, into his mouth and Willie almost forgets how to breathe.

Willie could stay here forever, getting lost in Alex’s mouth, but a shout breaks them apart.

“Get a room!” Luke yells, shaking his head like a dog and spraying them with water. Alex splutters and carefully moves Willie’s head onto the bench underneath him and then he’s up and away, chasing Luke down to wrestle him on the sand.

41 notes • Posted 2021-06-05 01:31:01 GMT

Prompts and asks

ATTN: I have written smut for the JatP fandom, and will again, so if you were thinking about following me or you already follow me and didn't know that, now you do. Act accordingly. I will delete any hateful messages I get about this.

When I take prompts I post them here on tumblr then over on my Ao3 when I get around to it. All ficlets are at most T rating unless I take smut prompts which will be posted as a different fic.

If I've already filled a prompt, it's very unlikely I'll fill it again with another pairing, so please try to check the other fills before sending a prompt (in an ask please!).

I will not take any Julie/Luke prompts, they will be deleted immediately. I do not ship them on their own. I ship them with Reggie in particular, but I may allow other ships, on a case by case basis (and Alex only platonically with Julie).

The only het prompts I will take are Julie/Reggie.

I ship any permutation of Sunset Curve and Julie and the Phantoms + Willie, Julie/Flynn/Carrie and any permutation of them. I haven’t written Nick and idk who I’d ship him with so I probably wouldn’t take prompts with him. I’m not sure what else to put here, so you can ask if you want but be prepared for me to say no.

adding my little Luke/Reggie commission because it's super cute and I can. By @hunny-flower (so you should commission them!)

48 notes • Posted 2021-01-12 05:22:25 GMT

oops hello it's the anon that asked for number 5 i think i forgot to mention it's for willex ❤️

5. Throwing their arms around the other person’s neck, hugging them close before kissing them passionately on the lips. (mentions of a spider but nothing descriptive other than the type.)

Big kisses to @floating-in-the-blue for the excellent idea 💕💕

Prompt me! Prompts filled.

“Alex!” Willie shrieked, and Alex launched himself down the steps in record time, feet barely touching the ground as he flew into the garage. He looked around the garage wildly, trying to work out what was wrong. Willie was standing on the couch, dancing in place and wringing his hands.

“What’s wrong? What happened? Are you ok?” Alex shouted frantically, hurrying over to Willie. He couldn’t see anything wrong, Willie looked fine, apart from his hair falling in a mess around his shoulders and the terrified look on his face.

“No, I’m not! There’s a spider!” he wailed, wrapping his arms around himself.

Alex froze, then looked over at Willie. “A what?”

“A spider! It’s huge! It’s going to eat me,” Willie moaned.

Alex closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. Well, this certainly was a new side of Willie that Alex had never encountered before.

“Ok, where is it?”

“I don’t know! It was on the floor over by your drums but I lost sight of it when I jumped up here.” Willie had his hands fisted in his hair as he searched the floor with wild eyes. Alex bit his lip so he wouldn’t laugh outright at his boyfriend. He could understand the fear, but he couldn’t help but feel that Willie was being just a little bit ridiculous. Not that he was going to tell Willie that.

Alex walked over to his drums and searched carefully until he located the spider.

At least Willie was right about one thing, it was a big spider. But it was only a huntsman and Alex knew they weren’t venomous, so he grabbed a sheet of paper and eased the spider onto it, ready to take it outside.

“Kill it!” Willie shouted, shocking Alex into almost dropping it.

“Dude, it’s only a huntsman. It won’t hurt you. I’m just going to let it go outside,” Alex said calmly, heading for the door.

“I still think you should kill it. What if it comes back?”

Alex took the spider to the far edge of the garden and left it on the piece of paper under a bush, then returned to the garage.

“There, it’s gone. You’re alright now,” Alexsaid softly, slowly approaching the couch. As soon as he was within arms reach Willie grabbed him roughly, throwing his arms around his neck.

“You saved me,” he muttered into Alex’s hair, his chest still heaving from his fright. Alex held him tightly, rubbing a hand down his back.

“Shhh, it’s ok. You’re ok.” Willie’s body trembled against him and Alex felt bad about his earlier thoughts. Fear was nothing to mock, no matter what it was about.

Willie clung to him until his breathing evened out and he stopped shaking, then he pulled back and twisted his fingers into Alex’s hair, crashing their mouths together. Alex was stunned, frozen for a moment as Willie worked their lips together. Then Alex was kissing him back, sliding his hand up Willie’s back and into his hair, tilting his head to deepen the kiss. Willie kissed him so hard and for so long Alex started to worry about oxygen deprivation. But only a little, because Willie’s mouth was perfect, soft and warm, and his tongue distracted Alex from any other thoughts.

“You’re my hero,” Willie said breathlessly, eyes shining, when he pulled back.

“I’m not diminishing what you feel, but… you know you’re a ghost, right? You could have just poofed out of here at any time.”

“I - I -” Willie blinked and closed his mouth.

“You didn’t think of it. It’s ok. Fear does crazy things to us all.” Alex pulled Willie back into his arms and smoothed a hand over his hair. “Now, what can I do to take your mind off this?”

“You can kiss me again,” Willie said slyly, a smile curving his lips.

“Yeah, I can do that.” Alex grinned, and tugged Willie in again.

48 notes • Posted 2021-06-13 11:08:33 GMT

and I never saw you coming Alex/Luke/Reggie, T, 19.7k in 3 parts. Set in the 90′s.

for @floating-in-the-blue who sparked this monster by suggesting this crazy idea. I love you darling. 💕💕💕

Everything is going fine, or so Luke thinks; he has a super hot girlfriend, the band is taking off, and his mom has stopped trying to convince him to give up music and go to college.

It doesn’t last.

48 notes • Posted 2021-07-01 13:08:09 GMT

do you think you’d consider doing a reversal of the “willie borrows luke’s shirt and alex blue screens” prompt? line alex wearing it instead? totally cool if not, i just love flustered willie/ripped alex content

-🦆

I hope you like this little ducky anon, I had way too much fun with it. This is another alive!au.

Prompt me! Prompts filled.

Willie is running late, and his blood thrums under his skin with the anxiety of it, hating to keep Alex waiting, knowing that he’ll be worried that Willie didn’t show up. He hadn’t meant to get caught up skateboarding in yet another celebrity's empty pool, it was just that sometimes the utter feeling of freedom as he tips over the edge into a freefall takes over his entire brain and he can’t think of anything else. One of these days he is absolutely going to get caught, it’s a miracle he hasn’t with all the home security and cameras everyone has these days, but he hasn’t yet so he can’t stop himself. He’s always had a problem with asking for trouble.

He nearly trips and falls down the steps leading into the backyard where Alex’s band practice in his rush to get there, and the sound of Alex’s drums being abused reaches his ears. Alex is mad, Willie’s brain supplies, and he falters on the next step, body tense with the need to run away. He can’t even stand the thought of Alex being upset with him.

He shoves the feeling down, and steadies himself on the rock wall before continuing toward the ajar doors of the studio.

And then freezes when he catches sight of Alex inside.

Because Alex is whaling on the drums, eyes closed, face tense with concentration, but most importantly, he’s wearing one of Luke’s cut off shirts, and his muscles are straining with effort, sweat gleaming on his skin.

And sure, Willie has noticed that Alex has some muscles hiding under his shirts, feels them every time they hug, but seeing them is a whole different ball game.

Willie isn’t even sure how long he stands there just staring, because he can’t tear his eyes away from Alex. Not when his whole body moves with the effort of pounding out the beat, not with the way his ribs expand as he pants for air, Luke’s shirt alternately sticking to his skin with sweat and shifting with his movement and billowing free around his belly to show tantalizing new stretches of skin.

But suddenly the studio is silent except for Alex’s gasping breaths, and Willie’s mouth is completely dry, and he still can’t look away.

“Willie!” Alex finally notices him, and the happiness in his voice finally relaxes Willie, and he sags a little as he realises Alex isn’t mad at him. “Are you ok?”

Willie must look ridiculous, standing in the doorway staring mindlessly at Alex, but now Alex is pushing his sweaty hair off his forehead, his bicep bulging with the movement, and Willie isn’t even aware he’s moving until he’s standing right in front of Alex.

“Hey -” Alex starts, but Willie cuts him off by straddling his thighs, pushing his own hands through Alex’s hair and holding on so he can smash their mouths together. It’s too hard and he thinks he feels his lip split, but he doesn’t care because Alex is moaning under him, opening his mouth for Willie’s tongue.

They wobble precariously as Willie pushes against Alex with even more force, the little stool Alex is sitting on isn’t really made for making out on, but Alex plants his feet and hangs on to Willie’s hips and they miraculously stay upright.

Willie attacks Alex’s mouth like he could devour him whole, and at this point he really thinks he could, sliding his hands down to Alex’s shoulders to feel the muscles shift under his skin, as Alex kisses him back with the same intensity.

“Not that you didn’t just completely blow my mind with that kiss, but what brought this on?” Alex pants when Willie finally releases him.

Willie’s not even sure he can talk at this point, his whole body thrumming with the need to take Alex’s mouth again, kiss him so hard he forgets his own name. But Alex holds him still, his hands huge and strong on Willie’s hips, and Willie struggles to connect his mouth to his brain.

“Muscles,” he manages to say, his fingers squeezing at Alex’s biceps.

Alex blinks up at him for a moment, then his face twists with suppressed laughter.

“So Luke was right about the shirt, then,” he says, after a long moment.

“So right,” Willie breathes, pushing forward to kiss Alex again, then kisses a trail over Alex’s jaw so he can lick the sweat from Alex’s throat, sucking a small bruise into his skin.

Alex moans, his fingers tightening to the point of pain on Willie’s hips, and Willie sucks a little harder, then laves the spot with his tongue.

“Jeez,” Alex whines, tilting his head to connect their mouths again. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

“Right back at you,” Willie mumbles into his mouth.

And then, with impeccable timing as always, Luke interrupts with a piercing wolf-whistle.

“What did I say, man,” he laughs as Alex and Willie scramble apart. “The shirts always work.”

“Ugh, shut up, Luke. Don’t you have some song writing with Julie to do?” Alex grabs the nearest object, one of his sticks, and chucks it at Luke’s head. Luke giggles and dodges it easily.

“Just wanted to check on you guys. Make sure everything’s… ok,” he winks lasciviously, and Alex groans.

“Get lost, Patterson.”

“Ok, ok, I’m going. Don’t have too much fun without me.” Then Luke is gone, his laughter echoing behind him.

“Now, where were we?” Alex grins up at Willie, already reaching for him again. Willie giggles and lets him pull him back into his lap.

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A Wonderful Birthday (Bakugou x reader x Momo)

Hello, Sorry that I haven't been posting my fic has much I started Uni, it’s getting a bit difficult. But never the less I will keep writing, and a friend of mine gave me the idea to write this. So, thank you very much.

STRAP IN BECAUSE IT’S A LONG BITCH

Masterlist

Bakugou x Reader x Momo Smut

Warning: Threesome, oral (male receiving), The devils tango.

April 20th

That was the date that was looming over my head like a guillotine. I didn't know what to do... I wanted to do something special, but nothing too flashy.

So, now I'm here. Sitting on the the sofa of our shared apartment with my best friend, Momo, drinking some wine.

"Momo, what am I going to do!" I questioned.

"Well, what exactly do you want to do?" She said has she took a sip of her wine.

"I wanna do something sexy, but something that he will never forget." I said with a smile. She looked at me with a small smile.

"If you want something sexy you could try some of those crotchless lingerie, then try something you haven't done." Momo said, taking another sip and started talking again. "What have you done?"

"Well..."

"No way. How much have you guys done?!" Momo said shocked, nearly spilling a bit of her wine.

"Well, we knew that we couldn't do anything at the dorm. So, when we graduated instead of going to the after activities we decided to go on vacation to Greece. That was where our first time happened." The last sentence coming out of my mouth like a whisper.

"That's so cute!" She squealed.

"After that it was like a can of pent-up frustration was open inside of both of us. So, we kinda had sex on a couple of locations in Greece." I said scratching my cheek while I took of sip of my cup.

"OH my God, (Y/N). I knew you were dirty but damn." She said with a bit of smirk. "Have you done anal?" She asked.

"No. I want to try it when we get married."

"Nice. Then maybe you could try a threesome." Momo said innocently.

"I never thought about that." She does have a point, I never thought of doing it with Katsuki and another person.

"Well if you have a good sex life you don't have to."

"Maybe you could surprise him with that."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~1 week later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Today was the day.

Today is Katsuki’s birthday. I woke up early so that I could prepare him some breakfast before he went on patrol. On queue he came out of our bedroom, wearing some grey sweatpants. Only grey sweatpants.

I stop what I was doing and gave him a hug.

"Happy 24th birthday, Katsuki."

"Thank you." He said has he kissed the top of my head. "Also don't just leave the stove on when there’s stuff cooking, idiot."

"I know! But it's on low." I moved back to the stove and he leaned onto the counter. I started to make some scrambled eggs with some bacon and toast. I turned around to put to toast the piece of bread.

"Babe, at what hour do you leave work tonight?" I said has a i turned to look at him.

"I don't know. My shift starts around 12:00. So, probably around 6 or 7, It depends on what’s gonna happen. Why?"

"Just wondering." I said with a smile while I flip the strains of bacon.

"You better not make plans for a party. All I wanna do is spend some time relaxing. This month has been fucking awful." He said, irritation bleeding out of his voice.

"Well, I have a surprise but it's not a party." That last bit caught his attention.

"Oh, really? Can you give me a hint?"

"Nope." I answered putting emphasis on P. "You are going to have to wait." I plated his food and we sat down on the table. When we finished our breakfast he started to pick up my plate but I stopped him by placing my hand on his own.

"Babe, today is your day. You're not doing anything. Go watch TV."

"I wanna help." He tsked.

"No".”

"Fine." i started to clean, while he was distracted I took out my phone and started to text, Momo.

To: Yayu-chan

'Mo, is everything in order?'

'Yeah, lingerie acquired. Your end?'

'We‘re done with breakfast. When he’s gone I'll go buy the last thing we need. Meet at my apartment around 5?'

'Okay, does he know?'

‘Nope.'

'R u sure u wanna do dis?'

'Yes. I'm kinda excited!'

I was going to text back but Katsuki started yelling at me to spend some time with him before he went off to work. We spent the morning together. I love this time when he’s just vulnerable with me. Due to him tending to his hero work all the time we haven't been spending enough time together, but these are the moments we cherish.

When the clock stroke 12, he left for work. I got dressed and went out to buy the last couple of things we needed. Today's gonna be really fun, I need everything to be ready. I went out, bought some roses and some candles. I bought caramel scented candles just to add more familiar smells at home.

When I got home it was already 3:30 p.m., needed to work fast. I started to take the petals of the rose off of the stem, then scattered them all over the bed and a bit on the side of the bed. I picked up my phone, picked Momos contact and waited for her to pick up.

"Hey, (Y/N) what's up?" She said.

"I finished setting up my things. Do you want to come over? I'll buy some food so we can eat and get ready." I asked.

"Sure, I'll be there in 30."

Okay, see ya." I hung up, then picked up my car keys and went to by some food. I bought some salads and some nuggets , then went back home. 10 minutes later I heard a knock on the door and opened it to greet Momo.

She had a pink luxurious looking bag that had tissue paper coming out of the top. I gave her a hug and we started to walk to the counter. Momo could see that I was curious of what was in the bag, before we started eating she started to open up the bag.

"I bought them yesterday and they are so pretty."

"How much did the cost, Momo!?"

"They weren't that expensive" she said calmly.

"Momo, you're doing it again."

"Okay, fine they were pretty expensive." She pulled them out. One is made out of a satin material the color was baby pink, with some ruffles at the edge of the panties. The bra is very see through and had a cute little bow in the middle.

While the other one was way more sexy, the panty, if you can call it that, is sheer at the front and just a string in the back. The bra was almost exactly the same has the bottom. The material on cover your nipple and it was tied some string, this was turning out better than I was expecting.

They both came with some cute, small, velvet robes. This was turning me on and it wasn’t even 6 yet. We decided to put them back so we could eat.After we finished eating, we spent out time talking. When we noticed that 5 was near I told Momo to take a bath so that she can be prepared first while I cleaned up.

I finished cleaning and went to the bedroom. I saw that she had finished her bath and was applying a bit of makeup. She decided to wear the pink undergarments. God, she looked more innocent than she really is. I needed for the clock to strike 6, like, right then.

I decided to go take a bath, when I got out it was already 5:50. Yes, it was almost time. I went back to the bedroom and put on the lingerie. Momo was laying on the bed checking her phone.

"By the way, Your phone was ringing when you were in the bathroom." She mentioned while I applied a bit of foundation.

"Who was it?"

"It was Bakugou, but I didn't pick it up."

"I'll call him in a bit, I need to put this on." I said while I stood up and went to the bathroom again to apply some red matte lipstick. Then I heard the door open.

"What the hell!" I heard a familiar voice.

"YAYUROZU, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE AND LIKE THAT. THIS IS MY BEDROOM." Bakugou is early, damn. I got out of the bathroom and saw that he was caught of guard by Momo in the bed. He just kept yelling, then yelled at him.

"Babe, shut up!" I yelled, that caught his attention and when he saw me he became a total dumb ass. He was speechless, he didn't know what to say or what to do. I started to walk over to him.

"What the hell are you doing? What the heck is going on?" He said.

"Well... I thought that since it's your birthday, I might as well surprise with something special." I said with a smile on my ruby lips.

"When you said surprise I thought... I don't know, like a home cooked meal, and then spending some time in the bath." He said backing away a bit.

"C'mon, Katsuki it's your birthday. I wanted to do something that you will remember." In all my years with him I've never had the experience to see him this dumbfounded. I moved closer and held one of his hands.

"I want you fuck us, Momo and I." I looked up at him. He was shocked at the words that came out of my mouth.

"Let me be more specific, I want you to rearrange our guts, fuck us until all that we could think is about cock, okay?" I said as I moved closer to his ear and placed my hand down to his crotch and started to massage it.

For the last 3 years, this was something new to us both. One of two things might be going through his head right now. First, this a one time opportunity he could take and go with it. But the second, I what the hell, isn't this like bad?

He looked at me with a half worried expression.

"Is she alright with this?"

"Momo, are you okay with having a threesome with Katsuki and I?" I asked as I turned around and face her. She had her head resting on the headboard and her legs were open but you couldn't see her pussy.

"Sure." she said.

I took Katsukis hand and sat him on a ottoman we have. When I sat him down, I told Momo to come over to where I was. Now, she was next to me, I moved a bit back and I started to put my hand on her breast.

I pull her bra down and her huge boob made it’s way out of that tiny bra. I took both of my hand and started massage her breast. I could notice that she was liking this by how she was breathing. I started to suck on the nape of her neck, taking one of my fingers and pinching her nipple.

"Ahh~" she moaned. I looked back At Katsuki, noticing that he had a hard on. This even exited me more.

"C'mon baby, you are going to miss out all the fun. Look at how great her breasts are.” I said as I kept fondling Momo’s boob.

She was starting to become a moaning mess, she took one of her hands and covered her mouth. Then I decided took one of my hand and drag it down to Momos hip. I pulled the side of her underwear and exposed some her wet pussy.

"Look at her, baby. She's already this wet." I moved my hand down to her clit and started to massage it gently.

"Don't you want some of this fun?" I said while I moved my finger in a circle motion.

"Ngh~~" Momo moaned.

"Do you want more?" I asked her.

"Y-Yes~" when she said that I moved to her front and placed her on her knees. I told her to stay there, while I moved back to the birthday boy. He was still sitting but this time he was pumping his cock on his hand. I moved his hand and pulled him up to his feet and walked over to Momo.

"Baby, do you want us to suck your dick?" I whisper to his ear. He just put his signature smirk on.

"Fuck yes." I got down to my knees to were Momo is and pull down his pants. Right in front us was his big dick. I grabbed his deck and started to pump it, Momo on the other hand was a bit shy.

"Are you sure I can?" She said to me. I just looked at her with a small smile.

"Yes, go for it." She started to suck the tip of his dick, slowly while I pumped the rest of him. I could sence that he was starting to get a bit irritated by how slow she was going so I decided to take a bit of an initiative.

"Momo, if you don't mind. Can I show you something." She stopped sucking his dick and looked at me. I took his dick and started to put it in my moth. A bit further, and a bit more, a bit more until I had swallow him. My nose was hitting his base, thank God he always shaves. Then after a few seconds, I take it out. I has huffing for air at this point.

She was surprised to say the least.

"I don't think I can do that." She said shyly

"Do you wanna try it?" I asked her. She nodded slowly with a blush on her face. She grabbed his dick, in which he flinched a little and said.

"Can you two hurry the hell up?! So much for being my birthday."

"Let her get into the groove, baby." With that Momo started to move her to take his cock. But Bakugou, being the inpatient asshole that he his, took the back of her neck and pushed her to take him whole.

"Katsuki!" I yelled. He stayed like that for a few seconds and then pulled her away. When she was pulled away she cough a little. I asked her if she was okay and she just nodded. She looked at me and said.

"I want to do it again." She said, I just looked at Katsuki and smirked.

"Then let's get a bit rougher." With that I took the back of her neck and pushed her forward. Katsuki grabbed her her head and started to move her head backwards and forward.

"Who would have thought that a rich bitch like you would have such a good throat." He said, I looked up at him.

"Is she better than me, Sir?" I said while massaging Momo’s boobs. "Look at her boobs, their so big and giggly. She would give such a great tit job, isn't that right, Momo?" She was a gagging and moaning mess. She pulled away and moaned.

"Nhg, yeah~" Momo moaned.

"Nah, you have a way better throat." With that he took my had and shove his dick down my throat. He moves way rougher with me, he knew that I trusted him. He started to move quicker. I'm loving this. Then I started to feel a hand down at my clothe womanhood. She moved my panties to the side and started to rub circles on my clit.

His dick was hitting the back of my throat, my eyes started to water a bit. Then I felt a finger inside of me, this was way better than I was expecting. I could feel his dick twitch on the back of my throat. I started to go faster and when he was about to cum I pull away. I started to pump his dick and he came on our face. This took Momo by surprise, we both have cum all over her face. Momo was about to stand up, but I grabbed her hand and asked her.

“Where are you going.” I asked her, with cum also on my face.

I took my hand wand wiped the cum of her face and licked it of my finger. She just looked at me in awe, then I wiped my face and offered to her. She looked at me and them leaned forward and took my finger in her mouth. I could feel Bakugou hand on the back of my head. After that I took her hand and move her to the bed. She lays down and I lay down on top her.

“Well, this is new.” Momo said with a blush on her face.

“Good or bad?” I asked.

“Definitely a good one.” She said has she grabbed my breast. I moaned, i look back and say. “Well, with who would you like to begin, babe?” He came closer and grabbed my hair and pulled me up so his chest was pressed against him.

“You tell me. Should I stretch your friend first or should i fuck you first so we can see if she can handle it.” He said with a smirk, I smiled and look down at her. “Let mess her up.” I said that and he let my hair go and grabbed onto Momos hips and pulled her to him.

“Momo, are you ready?” I asked has I place one of my hands on her cheeks, she had a blush on her face.

“Yes!” With that he started to enter her slowly and stopped so that she could get adjusted to his size. She was biting her lip, I moved a pit lower and now i was faced with her breast. I took her breast in to my mouth and started sucking it, at the same time Bakugou started to moan.

“Ahh~” Momo moaned. I took my other hand and started to play with my clit, then I felt a finger enter me and started to move. I moaned in surprise, I look back and I just see a smile on his face. This is fucking amazing, i could feel Bakugou go faster and Momo couldn’t contain her moans in anymore.

“Mmng, fuck~~~” I moaned.

“You two are just some whore. No wonder you guys are friends.” Bakugou said.

“(Y/N)~~~ You-u we-re right~~~” Momo moaned, I looked up at her and the she said.

“He-e has a really has a good dick~~” she finished, I had a smile on my face when she said that. I went up to her and kissed her. She was surprise but she got comfortable with the kiss. I put my tongue close to her lips mentioning her to open her mouth. She was a squirming mess, I could feel that she was nearing her climax. Bakugou was fucking faster and harder and then Momo same on her dick.

“AAhhhh~~~~~” She moaned into my mouth. Bakugou pulled out of her and rammed into me.

“MNNNG~~~~~”

“Well look at you babe. Lets show Momo how much of a cum whore you are.” He said has he smacked my ass and I moaned louder.

“Harder~~~~” He took my leg and raised me up, now he was carrying me. He started to move, I was bouncing on his dick. I started to bite one of my fingers, then I felt a mouth on my clit I looked down and i could see Momo sucking on my clit.

“Fuuuck~~~”

“Look at her Momo. Isn’t she a whore.” Bakugou said and Momo smiled and noded. He filled me up into my core I was clenching around him and with every thrust i could feel my self getting closer to my climax.

“Fuck harder~~ sir. Faster.” she started to go faster. Fuck this is way better than i expected. I want more, the he pulled out and i squirted all over Momo face.

“So-orry, Momo” My voice trembled, I had a bit of mascara going down my face. He wasn’t done there he stuffed me again and then came inside of me. I could feel all of his cum inside on me. My eyes were rolling to the top of my head. This is so fucking good. He pulled out and some cum was leaking out of my pussy.

“That was great, babe” He whispered in to my hear. He then placed me onto the bed and then he laid next to me.

“Happy birthday and thank you Momo.” I said with my tired voice. I felt strong arm around me and then

“Thank you for the Birthday present” He said and then kissed me

“No problem, (Y/N). I was fun” After that i fell asleep with cum still inside of me out of me.

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Chris & Ellie Series: Episode 24

Hello loves! Hope you guys are having a good day and, if not, hopefully this gives you something to smile about. (You guys might actually like me after reading this episode 😉.)

Anyway, I was going to wait and queue this up to post later this afternoon... but I’ve decided to just post it. There is no point in making you guys wait when it’s already on AO3 and Wattpad (which, by the way, always get the updates first because of how I do my formatting).

To my fellow USA people, Happy Early Thanksgiving.

xoBeccaxo

Pairing: Chris Evans x Ellie Spencer (OFC)

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: minor language

Episode Summary: This episode takes place in November 2014 and features Chris's mom finally finding out what happened between Chris and Ellie.

Disclaimer: This work of fiction is not to be reposted, used or translated without my permission.

This episode can also be read on AO3.

The Chris and Ellie series is primarily chronological. It begins with a flash forward to 2016 and has a few other scenes in the future. However, the majority of their story is told in chronological order starting in 2013 and going through 2017. Each episode starts with a date to help you place it within the story.

The Chris & Ellie Series Masterlist | Chris & Ellie Masterlist

Episode 23.5

Episode 24: The One Where Momma Evans Gets Involved

November 25, 2014

Lisa Evans was sorting through her mail when she found a greeting card sized envelope with her name and address handwritten on it. Not recognizing the return address from California, she almost threw it away, assuming it would be an invitation for her in hopes that she'd bring Chris along, but something stopped her.

Turning the envelope over, she saw the company's slogan on the back flap.

"Sharing the gift of reading with kids since 2008."

Heartstrings successfully strung, Lisa opened the envelope and pulled out the card inside. The front had a collage of photos from kids receiving books to volunteers sorting through boxes of books. Written at the bottom was "Thank You for Your Donation".

Eyebrows raised, Lisa turned to the inside of the card and found a folded note along with what was clearly a mass produced thank you card they sent to their donors. Putting the card down on the table, she opened the folded-up piece of paper, finding a handwritten note from the founder and director of the charity. In the letter, the woman expressed her gratitude for Lisa's multiple donations. Explaining that, thanks to her donations alone, they'd been able to buy more books than they'd planned for the year and, therefore, were able to gift even more kids with books.

Lisa was trying to make sense of the whole situation when Scott came into the kitchen. He had arrived on Sunday from Los Angeles to spend Thanksgiving with the family.

"Hey, ma," he greeted, then paused, seeing her confused expression. "What's up?"

"Are you familiar with this charity?" she asked, pushing the card towards him.

Picking it up, Scott saw the pictures and then his eyes caught the wording at the bottom. Specifically, the "donation" part. He didn't know for sure, but he had a feeling that this was the charity Ellie had told her sisters about on her birthday.

If Lisa hadn't been watching his face, she would have missed the telltale signs of her youngest son trying to think quickly. He glanced at her and tried to mask his expressions, but she was on to him.

"What do you know?" she asked him, calmly but in her best mom voice.

Scott squirmed uncomfortably under her gaze for thirty seconds before he caved. "Ellie made the donations," he told her. "She didn't feel comfortable accepting your money. Not after -"

The sound of heavy footsteps on the stairs made Scott stop talking. Having grown up in the house and around his family members, he could tell the difference between his sisters and his brother coming down the stairs and that was Chris.

Chris appeared in the doorway, a couple seconds later, and froze when Lisa shifted her "mom look" to him. "I didn't do it," he said, automatically.

"Ok, the two of you sit down," Lisa said, shaking her head. "We're going to have a little talk."

"What's going on?" Chris muttered to his brother as they sat down at the dining table.

"Scott was just getting ready to tell me," Lisa answered before Scott had the chance to. "But before I let him finish explaining. I got this in the mail today." She plucked the thank you card out of Scott's hand and handed it and the handwritten letter to Chris.

While he read both, she watched his expression. He looked surprised but pleased. He hadn't known about the donations then, she deduced. Glancing at Scott, she found him unable to sit still. He knew something.

"Seems like a good cause," Chris said, once he had finished reading. "I didn't realize you had made a donation, though."

"That's because I didn't make the donations," Lisa told him. "But Scott told me that Ellie did."

A flash of surprise or maybe shock shot across Chris's face and then he looked at Scott, but Scott avoided his eyes.

Lisa's eyes caught every second of it. She had suspected something wasn't right when Chris came home from filming the new Avengers movie. Then she had noticed the way he and Scott, usually the best of friends, seemed awkward around each other the last couple days. She had figured they'd had an argument or something, but now she had a feeling it went deeper than that.

"What is going on?" she asked her sons. When neither of them spoke up, she sighed. "Alright, fine, I'll tell you what I think is going on."

Pointing at Chris, she said, "You have spent the last six weeks moping around this house like a wounded puppy." He opened his mouth to argue, but she silenced him with a look. "And you and Scott have barely said a word to each other since he has been home. Then this shows up and when I asked Scott about it, he said that Ellie didn't feel comfortable accepting my money."

From the corner of her eye, she saw Scott staring down at the table in front of him. But her eyes were trained on Chris. Her oldest son was normally able to mask his feelings, but that resolve was cracking.

"So here's what I think happened," she said, her tone softening. "I think you and Ellie were seeing each other earlier this year. I don't need or want the full details or even a definition of what you were or weren't. That is between the two of you. And don't lie to me, I saw the two of you with my own eyes. It was obvious."

She saw Chris's jaw tighten and he crossed his arms as she spoke. He was preparing himself for a fight.

"But I think something happened, something went sour between the two of you," she theorized. "Something that made Ellie uncomfortable accepting the money I was paying her and ultimately led to her moving out of the house and eventually quitting." Knowing Chris wouldn't answer her question, she looked at Scott, "Am I on the right track?"

Scott glanced at Chris then at her before giving a subtle nod.

"It doesn't matter if you're on the right track, ma," Chris stated, his voice thick with the emotion he was trying to keep back. "She's moved on. It's over."

"Ellie hasn't moved on," Scott cut in before his mom could say anything.

"You don't have to lie for your friend," Chris snapped, defensively. "I was there. I saw it with my own damn eyes."

"Your own damn eyes -" Scott started, but stopped when he caught his mom's look.

"What did you see?" she asked Chris. "When?"

"It was in July, after you told me Ellie was moving out," he told his mom. "I went to the house. She was with another guy. They were hugging and shit in front of the moving trailer."

As Chris spoke, Lisa shifted her gaze to Scott and watched as he reacted to his brother's words. He went from confused to rolling his eyes by the end. Before she had a chance to say anything, Scott exclaimed, "That was Pierre, you dumb ass!"

"Pierre?" Chris repeated. "Pierre, who?"

"My friend Pierre who has been to your house like a million times," Scott retorted, throwing his hands up. "Pierre who only dates guys and therefore has no interest in Ellie."

Chris's heated expression faded quickly into one of confusion. "Why was he helping her? Where were you?"

"I was at a job," Scott replied, his voice dropping to a calmer tone. "If you had texted me, I would have fucking told you what was going on."

"So you're saying that she hasn't moved on? She isn't dating anyone?" Chris asked, ignoring his brother's jab.

"No, she's single," Scott replied. "She's been trying to get over you. She moved out because it hurt to be in the house with all the memories."

"Excuse me," Chris said, suddenly pushing back his chair. He left the room and they soon heard his footsteps pounding up the stairs.

Lisa stared after him for a moment before another thought crossed her mind. Turning to Scott, she asked, "Is Ellie ok?"

"She will be," Scott said with a small shrug. "I don't know the full story because neither of them wanted to make me hate the other. But it didn't end well between them… and I got caught up in the worst part of the breakup."

Lisa listened while Scott told her about the text he'd received from Chris asking if Ellie was ok. She saw the hurt flicker across his face when he described the conversation that had followed between him and Ellie. By the time he had finished telling her, they were both in tears.

Her heart ached for both her son and for Ellie, her friend. Needing to hug someone, she stood up and walked around the table and wrapped her youngest son in a hug.

"I'm so thankful Ellie had you with her," she told him. "You've been a good friend to her."

"She's become one of my best friends," he replied, sniffling. "And she and Chris... Mom... They're perfect for each other. But I don't know what happened. I couldn't fix it."

"You did your best," she assured him. "Don't worry about Chris, I'll talk to him."

Lisa waited until after dinner and after everyone else had settled for the night before she carried a tray up to Chris's room since he had skipped dinner. She knocked on the door to his room, not sure if he would answer or not.

"I brought you a couple sandwiches," she said, when he opened the door.

"Thanks," Chris replied, stepping back. He gestured for her to come in and then closed the door.

"How are you doing?" she asked him as she sat down on the chair that matched the desk in his room.

Chris shrugged his shoulders from the spot he'd taken on the bed. Then he picked up one of the sandwiches and took a bite. It was only as he started to chew that he realized how hungry he was.

"Sorry I missed dinner," he mumbled.

"It was a tough afternoon," she said, shrugging off his apology. She wanted him to tell her what had happened, but Chris only spoke when he was ready to speak. The fact that he had even let her into the room was a sign that he was almost there.

It wasn't until he'd finished the second sandwich that he started to talk.

"We were just friends until the night the Sox won the series," he said, his tone a mix of remorse and longing. "I kissed her at Fenway after the last out."

"Is that why she hid in her room the next day?" Lisa asked with a smile. Looking back at it now, Ellie had seemed flighty the next day.

Chris nodded his head. "She didn't want to risk messing up our friendship," he explained then sighed. "Turns out she might have been right about that."

"How so?" Lisa asked, relaxing into her chair.

Talking about it was the last thing Chris wanted to do. What if scenarios had been running rampant through his brain in the hours since Scott's revelation. He was mentally and physically exhausted. All he wanted to do was go to sleep. But as he stared at his mom, that child within him begged to spill his guts and beg her to help him fix it.

He opened his mouth to suggest they talk it over in the morning. But those words weren't what came out. Instead, he found himself pouring his heart, his pain, everything out to his mom as she listened to every word.

By the time he finished talking, they both had tears running down their faces and it was nearly midnight. His throat was raw from emotion and dry from all the talking. At some point, his mom had moved from the chair to the edge of his bed and when he'd finished, she had pulled him into a hug, making him cry more as she soothed him.

It was after midnight when she left his room and as he laid in his childhood bed, staring up at the silly glow in the dark stars that no one had bothered to remove since, he felt an inkling of hope spark in the depths of his broken heart.

Ellie hadn't moved on.

Episode 24.5

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