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mosylufanfic · 3 years ago

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The Grown-Ups

Welcome to NaNo Month, where I attempt to post a story every day in the month of November because what is logic and common sense anyway? This is one of the stories that has been sitting around in my Gdocs, waiting for me to finish it.

Pretty sure this was a @dailyau prompt from long ago, but danged if I can find it.

The Grown-Ups

As he turned into the supermarket on a sunny Saturday morning, Cisco wasn't sure whether to gloat or groan at the packed parking lot. Sure, it meant they'd get lots of customers, but it also meant that finding a parking spot was going to be hell.

"Okay, ladies," he said to his van full of eight-year-olds. "I'm going to drop you off at the front and we'll unload everything. Then I'll go find a parking spot."

“Tio!" his niece yelped. "There's someone there already."

"Yeah, Dawnie and her mom were meeting us there, remember?" With coffee. Oh please god, give him more coffee.

"No, it's another group!"

He craned his neck and spotted the table, with a hand-painted Youth Soccer poster taped to the pillar behind them. A clutch of little girls, about the same age as his crew, hawked - was that popcorn?

"Oh, we'll just see about this," he muttered.

He pulled up close to the curb, threw on his blinkers, and hopped down. "Stay here," he told the girls, who were plastered against the van's windows.

As he approached the table, a woman nudged one of the little girls, and she snapped to attention. "Hi there, would you like to buy some popcorn?" she chirped. "It goes to support our team."

It sounded well-trained. Damn, he should have practiced the sales pitch with the girls in the car. Whatever, they'd done this last year. He managed a smile, because it wasn't the kid's fault. "Not today, thanks. Can I talk to your - uh. Your coach?"

The woman who'd done the nudging straightened up. She was a white woman about his age, with a reddish-brown ponytail and a soccer jersey. "Yes?"

"Hi," he said, offering a hand. Best to grease the wheels a little bit to start. "Cisco Ramon."

"Caitlin Snow," she said, shaking it. "Are you interested in Youth Soccer?"

"Not exactly," he said. "See that van there?"

"Yes," she said, her voice cooling like a blueberry muffin in the Arctic. "And you'll need to move it soon. This is a fire lane."

Oh no, she did not just go there. He narrowed his eyes. "It's full of Brownies, and we're here to sell cookies."

She crossed her arms. "I'm afraid you'll have to find some other place to sell cookies, because we reserved this spot a week ago to sell popcorn in support of Youth Soccer."

"Really? Who did you talk to? Because we reserved this spot the last time we sold cookies, a year ago." Right? Hadn't they? This was the address his sister-in-law had given him.

"Well, I would double-check your reservation, because Tina didn't indicate any conflict when I called."

Dammit. Tina was the name of the store manager, and that was exactly the gun he'd been about to bring out next. Unless she was lying through her teeth. But then how would she know her name?

As if to underline how entrenched she was, she picked up a tall travel mug and took a deep gulp.

Dammit, she had his spot and she had coffee. She had to go down.

He took another tack. "Look, I'm sure you're a good cause and everything, but these cookie sales are how those girls are going to go to camp this summer."

She swept her arm out over the table. "And this is how my girls are going to buy cleats and jerseys for the season."

They glared at each other for a moment. A horn blared, and they both jumped

"Go around, idiot!" Cisco yelled.

A moment later, there was a whoosh of air and a roar of an engine, neither of which were enough to break the staredown he had going with the coach.

She had little soccer balls dangling from her earlobes. It was adorable, and he seriously shouldn't be noticing how cute she was. She was his nemesis.

"You are in the fire lane," she pointed out.

Whatever he could have said to that was forestalled by a little voice wailing, "Tiiiioooooooooooo."

He looked over his shoulder to see his niece hanging out the passenger side window, her face crumpled. He held up a finger. "Hold that thought," he said to Caitlin Snow, and went to find out what was the matter.

Ariely said, "Tio, the man honked his horn."

"Yeah, honey, I heard. It's fine, he left."

"But he had a mean face and he did like this." She put up her middle finger, to a chorus of "Yeah," and "he did" from the back seats, scandalized and delighted as only little girls could be.

He folded his hand over hers. "Mija, you don't have to show me, I get it."

Her lower lip slid out. "I wanna get out."

Someone else honked. He waved the little sedan around and thought for a moment. "Okay, ladies, we're all getting down."

"Excuse me?" said the coach from behind him.

He turned. "You've got a point. We need to get out of the fire lane. But I'm not hauling our table from the parking lot. We'll just unload, we won't set anything up." He could give her that much. "And when I get back from parking, we'll go find the manager and get this figured out. Sound good?"

She scowled, but Brownies were already climbing down from the minivan. "Fine. You'll still have to take it all back, though."

He didn't rise to that bait, but opened up the back of the van instead. "Ladies, bring those muscles over. Chop, chop!" He handed out cartons of cookie boxes. "Lara, Maisy, Ari, there you go. Stack 'em up over there. Hold up. You're not one of mine, are you?"

"You said bring muscles," said the extremely small girl in front of him. "I have muscles." As if to underscore her point, she struck a strong-girl pose with arms like toothpicks.

The coach might not like her players fraternizing with the enemy. On the other hand, who cared?

"You sure do, yeah," he said, and pulled out the last box. He staggered in exaggerated strain. "Ooof, wow, this is the heaviest one we got. Think you can manage?"

"Uh-huh." She took it and marched the two steps to the pillar like an Olympic champion.

He pulled the table out, leaned it up against the pillar, and closed the hatch. "Okay, guys, be good until I get back. No running into traffic and Ms. Snow - "

"Coach Snow," all the soccer players chorused in unison.

"Coach Snow is in charge."

"Can we sell cookies?" Ariely asked.

"Ahhh . . . hold off on that until we get this figured out." He went over to Coach Snow. "Is that okay?"

"It's fine."

"Can I trust you not to go suck up to the manager before I get back?"

She sniffed. "Yes."

"Pinky swear?"

"I wouldn't leave the girls alone, and I have no need to suck up. We were here first."

"Uh-huh, yeah."

The parking lot was like the Hunger Games, but Cisco spotted a Caddy driven by Methuselah's kindergarten teacher pulling out halfway down the second lane, and scooted into the space before anyone else could get there first. As he started back toward the store entrance, he called his sister-in-law.

"Cisco? What is it?" She sounded harried. "Is Ariely okay?"

"She's fine, but there's another group here. They say they've got this spot today."

"Another Scout troop?"

"No, a soccer team. This is the right store? Merrivale and Gander?"

"Yes, yes, of course. And it's the right weekend, too. I already changed it once."

Cisco began to get a glimmer of understanding. "When did you change it?"

"Two weeks ago. It was supposed to be last weekend but Iris couldn't make it, so I called and changed it."

Which was why she'd begged him to take her place when she had to work last-minute. "Who'd you talk to?"

"The assistant manager. Shit, um, Ralph. Yeah. He said it was fine."

"Okay. Then it'll be fine. I'll get it figured out. Go back to work. We're all good here."

When he made it safely back to the store entrance, the girls - Brownies and soccer - were all seated along the curb, chattering animatedly amongst themselves. Probably talking about horses or fairies or Barbies or for all he knew, world domination.

Caitlin Snow stood a little off to one side with an older, no-nonsense looking woman who had a MANAGER tag on her badge.

"Excuse me," he said to Caitlin. "I distinctly remember a pinky swear."

Caitlin scowled at him. "She came out herself. Apparently a shopper went and told her about it."

He smiled brightly at Tina. "Hi. Sorry about all this. Cisco Ramon, I've got the Girl Scouts."

"Yes," she said in a British accent that could cut glass. She looked at Caitlin. "And you're the soccer couch. Are you the only adults here?"

Caitlin went a little pink. "I - um. My assistant coach was unable to make it today at the last minute."

Ohhhh. Oho. Cisco didn't know about Youth Soccer, but the Girl Scouts were pretty firm about having at least two adults along on every outing. Good thing, too, because people got weird about a grown man hanging out alone with a herd of elementary age girls. Understandable in the big picture, but kind of insulting on a personal level.

He tried not to let his voice be too smug. "Our other leader is on her way. Five minutes. Ten, tops."

"Now who's the suckup?" Caitlin muttered.

Tina considered him, unimpressed. "And how many girls is she bringing?"

"Just her daughter. We're a small troop. We won't be in your way."

Tina narrowed her eyes. "Well, be that as it may, Youth Soccer is what's listed on my calendar for today. And the Girl Scouts were here last week. Or rather, they weren't."

Now it was Caitlin's turn to look smug.

Cisco shot her a look and then turned back to Tina. "My sister-in-law, Melinda Ramon, called two weeks ago to change our date," he said. "She talked to Ralph? He said it was fine."

"Ralph?"

"Mhm."

Tina shut her eyes and sighed. "Ah. Yes. It seems he didn't pass the message on to me. I do apologize for that."

"It happens," Cisco said. "But we're here today. And we do have two leaders."

"Not right now you don't," Caitlin muttered.

"Like I said. Five minutes max."

Tina stood there for a moment, clearly considering the situation. "Well, Youth Soccer does have the slot - "

Caitlin started to smile.

"But that was on the condition that there were at least two supervisory adults."

Cisco smirked.

"So, I'm amenable to having you both."

Wait, what?

"Both?" Caitlin yelped.

Tina fastened them with the gaze of a woman who'd survived extreme couponers, teenagers holding shopping cart races, and Saturday morning drunks in the frozen foods. To such a stalwart creature, squabbling group leaders were nothing. "Both or neither. Your choice."

They looked at each other.

Caitlin scowled. Cisco suspected he was scowling too.

"Both will be fine," Caitlin said stiffly.

"Sure," he said, since she'd bent first. "Just fine."

"Good," Tina said briskly. "Keep the doors and the fire lane clear and if you have any issues with customers, let staff know and we will handle it, not you. And clean up after yourselves."

Cisco resisted the urge to salute. "You got it."

Tina went back inside, and Caitlin turned to him. "We're going to outsell you by a mile."

"Dream on," he returned. "People freaking love cookies. Who eats popcorn?"

"Um, everybody?"

"And another thing," Tina said, coming back out.

They snapped to attention.

"You're not to do anything silly like making it a competition," Tina added, looking sternly at them. "Because I won't have my customers hassled."

Cisco blinked. Was she a mind-reader? "Wha- no. Obviously not. Never crossed our minds."

"That would be silly," Caitlin said, going pink.

She went back in, for good this time, leaving them as uneasy selling partners.

He sighed and turned to Caitlin. "Okay, okay. Truce?"

She opened her mouth.

"Come on. We're going to be around each other for at least the next three hours. That's a long time to be slap-fighting."

She bit her lip. "I suppose. Plus we should set a good example for the girls."

"Yeah. Teamwork and stuff."

"Okay. Fine. Truce."

They shook on it. Her hand was soft and cool, and her soccer balls were still very cute.

He cleared his throat. "All right, let's go tell the girls what's going on."

But when they turned, it was to see their two groups all sitting on the curb, open bags of popcorn and boxes of cookies in their laps.

"What in the - heck?"

"What are you doing?"

They looked innocently up at them. One of the soccer players munched a handful of popcorn.

"Well?" Cisco said.

"We were hungry," Ariely said, opening her eyes wide.

He gave her the disappointed tio stare, which didn't affect her one tiny bit because she knew he was a softy. "You guys, you can't eat the cookies - "

"Or the popcorn," Caitlin put in.

"Without paying for it! That's stealing. That's bad," he added in case they were unclear on that minor ethical point.

"We didn't steal!" said a soccer player, outraged. "We paid for it."

"With what money? You're eight."

"I'm nine," Lara said. She pointed at the change box, parked by the pillar. "And we paid for the popcorn from our box - "

"And we paid for the cookies with ours," said the same outraged soccer player.

Caitlin groaned. "Dani, that money isn't yours to spend. It belongs to Youth Soccer and the Girl Scouts of Central City. That's called embezzlement. That's not better."

Cisco saw some lips wobbling, and he put his hand on Caitlin's arm. "Hey," he said. "Okay, okay, let's cool down here, okay? This isn't the first step to a life of white-collar crime. They're eight."

"Nine," Lara said. "What's a bezzlement?"

"And a nine-year-old," he acknowledged. "They saw a problem, they thought up a solution. It was maybe a flawed solution, but they thought it up themselves. Isn't that what being a kid is about? Learning how to human?"

Caitlin let her breath out in a huff. "You're right," she said. "But - "

"Yeah, I know."

They traded looks. Flawed solution or not, they still had to make up for this. That was the problem with being the grown-ups.

Caitlin turned back to their pint-size criminals. "Okay, ladies. Here's what we're going to do. I'm going to pay Youth Soccer back for the cookies my team bought, and Mr. Ramon will pay the Girl Scouts for the popcorn his troop bought."

Cisco dug out his wallet, counting up the number of bags of popcorn. Geez, hadn't any of them had breakfast?

Caitlin continued, "And then we'll have a discussion about the finer points of business ethics."

"Coach Snow?" said the strong girl as Cisco and Caitlin traded money and stashed it away in their respective change boxes.

"Yes, Yasmin?"

"Who gets to stay?"

"Oh, well, actually," Cisco started to say.

But Yasmin barreled on. "Because we had an idea. How about we both do? Cookies and popcorn aren't the same thing."

Nods and hopeful faces and chirps of affirmation. "Yeah, uh-huh. We can both be here. That would be okay."

Caitlin held up her hands, and they quieted, even the Brownies. Huh, that was a trick. "That's a great idea, ladies. Very well thought out. Let's do that."

Cisco opened his mouth.

She leaned into his ear. "Yes, I know, but they thought it up themselves, and this one is a win."

He shrugged. True. "Okay, Brownies, let's get set up."

Dawnie and her mom turned up just as they finished. Iris looked over at the soccer players. "What's this?" she asked, setting a box of coffee on the table. Cisco could have sworn there was a little halo around it.

"Coach Snow?" Cisco said. "Please explain, I need to caffeinate, like, now." He poured himself a full cup of coffee and downed half of it at once.

Iris thought it was the funniest thing she'd heard all week, especially when Caitlin explained the unauthorized snack time. Now that it was over, Cisco could see the funny side too. But he still wasn't sure the girls completely understood why they'd been wrong.

He shrugged and finished his coffee, pouring more. The adults were handling the money now, and besides, they were eight.

Iris and Caitlin knew each other from some professional women’s networking group, and they chatted for several minutes until she was called away to make change at the popcorn table.

Iris came up next to him. "She's sweet," she said casually.

Cisco cut his eyes at her. "She was a total - “ He looked at the girls. “A total shark when we first got here."

Iris snickered. "Also very smart. And single."

"Don't know why you're telling me."

"You think she's cute, don't you?"

"I didn't notice."

Iris grinned into her coffee cup. "Next time you're not noticing somebody, you might want to stop staring."

They settled into the routine of shilling cookies. At first they kept to their own sides, but when he looked up, Maisy had drifted off to the soccer side and was learning how to dribble a ball between her feet.

Caitlin came over, and he said, "Is that okay?"

"What? Oh, sure, it's fine. Kyoko's already hanging out here."

"What?" He looked. Sure enough, Lara was playing one of those clapping games with one of the soccer players behind the pillar.

In fact, all the girls were remarkably chill with each other. Already making buddy-buddies. He could probably take a lesson from that, or something.

Caitlin looked shy, shifting her weight between her feet. "I was wondering . . . I mean, obviously you don't - "

She was holding her travel mug. "You want some coffee?"

"Oh, please," she said. "There's not enough caffeine in the world to be up this early with six elementary-age girls."

"Give it here." He filled it up and handed it back.

She took a deep sip. "Oh, this is good," she said. "Thank you."

"Yeah, Iris gets the good stuff. You want some cookies?" He offered one of the half-full boxes, abandoned by their charges. "Since you paid for it anyway."

She considered the box, smiled, and held out her hand. "Sure."

Munching popcorn, he said, "So the ones our girls bought don't count, right?"

She raised her brows at him.

"In our tally," he said, and grinned. "Because we're totally gonna win."

She blinked, then smiled back. She had a really nice smile. "No," she said. "They don't count." She bit a cookie in half, her eyes sparkling. "And you're wrong. We're going to win."

FINIS

#Cisco Ramon #Caitlin Snow #killervibe #fanfiction #mosylufanfic lives up to her damn name #NaNo prompts #fluff #the flash

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fatandnerdy30 · 5 years ago

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Little Orphan Spider 11

Natasha reclined in the hallway against the wall, picking her nails with her knife, her gaze focused on the boy who was crawling on the ceiling. At first she was a little freaked out seeing that, but she let it go for now. "I thought it was you fighting Mr. Li yesterday, but I couldn't be sure until now."

Peter's eyes were wide as he stared at the woman, panic blowing his pupils wide. "Pl-please," he began. "Please don't tell Mr. Stark!" He was shaking now, and the woman felt bad. "And why would I?" she asked, raising a brow. "I like knowing something he doesn't, makes me feel like he does, superior." She kicked off the wall and stood beneath the boy who's eyes followed her. "Why don't we step into my office and have a little talk," she said with a slight smirk, opening the door to her left. The teen sigh and nodded, moving into the room via the ceiling until he was in, lowering himself to the floor as Natasha closed the door. "You know that's very dangerous and stupid thing for you to do? Sneaking into the one person's lab who you don't want to be discovered by. And stealing his things," she added with a look to the netted bag. "I had to go and see what he was doing to my suit," Peter whined. "He destroyed it! Ripped it apart! So, as payback, I thought I would take a few things from his lab in order to make a new one." Natasha had to smile. The kid had balls, she could admit that. "What kind of suit are you making?" she asked. "Well, a little like my old one, with a few upgrades, I guess. Maybe working on the eyes..." The boy shrugged, scuffing his foot on the floor. The woman chuckled. "I would say yes to that. Now, how do you crawl on walls?" She grabbed Peter's hands, her fingers feeling every fingertip, trying to peel off tape or adhesive. "I don't have anything on me....About seven months ago, on a trip to Osborne labs, I was bit by a spider that had been near radioactive material, making the spider radioactive as well....and well, that caused me." He tried to tug his hands away, but Ms. Romanoff held tight. "So, you're telling me, you got bit by a magic bug?" She laughed at that. "And what about dodging things seconds before they hit you?" "That one's a little harder to explain....It's new to me too...along with super strength and flexibility, I'm developing a, well a sixth sense, I guess....Like I said, it's a new power. I don't understand it, but it's kind of like, my skin tingles and my brain reacts even before I think about it and I'm able to dodge things like bullets, arrows...but it's only when my life is in danger, I think." He looked up through his hair at Ms. Romanoff's face. "Okay, that I can see. But, you need some training if you want to play with the adults," she said, letting go of Peter's hand, but it stuck to her. "Um..." she looked at their attached hands. "Oh! Sorry, it does that when I'm nervous...." he shook his hand free. "Training? Like target practice or something?" "Nope. Hand to hand, defensive and offensive. Your aim is pretty good." She went to her closet door, pulling out dresses left and right, before pulling out two gowns; one of a red material and one of a blue. "I can tell you idolize Steve by the colors of your suit. I'm not using these for anything anymore, and the material is very strong, made for protection. I'm sure you can add to that. Let me know what you need from the labs and I'll see if I can get them." Peter touched the dresses, feeling the silky material under his hand, then grabbed it and pulled. Even with all his strength it didn't rip. Impressive. He stuffed both dresses into his bag. "Thank you, but...why are you doing this? Haven't I caused you nothing but trouble?" "Yes, you have, but you also saved people, people who are important to me, so I owe you a few. Not telling Tony is just a perk." She smiled when the boy laughed, going to her door and opening it. "Now, get outta here, kid. You're supposed to be punished." Peter smirked and ran out of her room to the elevator, Friday already reprimanding him for crawling on the ceiling, the boy making a face when he tried to shush her. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Monday morning came and Peter was roused for school by an annoying Irish woman, calling for him to wake. The boy rolled over, moaning out his no and burrowed into his blankets. He'd stayed up late last night, working on the wiring for his new suit, finally crashing three hours ago. "Peter, I have been told to wake you for school, and if you do not wake, boss will come in and he will not be happy." At the mention of Mr. Stark, Peter jumped and looked over to his desk, which had scraps of Natasha's dresses on it along with wiring and tools he's stolen. "Okay, okay, I'm up!" he called and rolled out of bed, yawning and stretching. He started putting the things on his dresser away, when there was a knock on the door. "Peter?" Pepper called, waiting a moment. "Y-yeah?" the boy answered, hurrying with his desk's cleanup, shoving things in drawers. "Just making sure you were really up. Friday said you were, but I wanted to make sure." She frowned when she heard a thud followed by a yelp. "Peter?" she opened the door and gasped, averting her eyes as she saw the teen in his boxers. "Sorry! Sorry! I'm leaving!" she all but slammed the door and walked away quickly. The boy was horrified and got dressed quicker than he ever had. and quickly ran into his bedroom to check his face for bruises. Thank goodness for his advanced healing, because after the weekend he'd had with Ms. Romanoff, he was so bruised he'd stayed in his room all weekend, now glad for his punishment. Timidly he walked out into the kitchen, seeing Pepper blushing, but trying to act as if nothing happened. "G'morning," he said to the group of people at the table. "Oh, good morning, troublemaker." Clint smirked, sipping his coffee. "I heard we had a runaway." The boy scowled. "It wasn't like that," he argued, and the archer raised an eyebrow at the doorway, where a very irate Tony Stark now stood. "Nu-uh, you don't get to argue with the adults. Now you're banished to the kiddy table, go." He pointed to the bar stools along the island and made a shooing motion with his hands. Peter fought his urge to roll his eyes and went to the table. He heard someone get up and Clint suddenly sat next to him, pushing waffles at him. "We've also got hazelnut spread." he offered as a peace treaty for getting the boy into more trouble. Peter smiled and took a waffle. "No thanks, this is fine. Thanks." His senses told him to duck the hand, but Peter didn't, making a sound when the man ruffled his curls. "Come on, man...I had these perfect." He tried fixing his hair with Clint giggling next to him. "Okay, school time," Tony said, grabbing his keys and the boy ran back to his room to grab his bag, making sure he had his homework. When he ran back into the kitchen, he stopped, looking at Mr. Stark who was waiting for him, keys in his hand. "Well? Are we going or not?" "Wait, I'm confused...are-are you driving me? To school?" The man rolled his eyes. "Yes, oh smart child. Come on, don't want to be late." Last night Pepper had suggested Tony drive him to school as a way to 'bond' with the teen. He had a feeling that Pepper was going to beg him to let Peter stay longer than the two months, and with how the kid was already doing in his internship, and the skills he'd shown on his computer, he knew he would allow it. Walking to the elevators, he waited for the kid, giving him a lopsided grin when he stumbled over his own gangly feet. "Graceful," he commented as the doors closed. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Peter sat in the passenger seat of a very expensive car, sliding down the seat, trying to hide his face. "You do realize no one can see in, right?" Mr. Stark asked, looking at the boy. "O-oh....I didn't know that, because the windows look so clear.." "Yeah, it's a new nano-technology. I just invented it last year, actually...and speaking of inventing." He turned in his seat, his hands no longer on the wheel, which made Peter go ballistic, eyes wide. "Oh, don't worry. Friday's driving, aren't you Fri?" "Yes, boss," the AI answered from the speakers. "Friday is in everything I've created. But anyway, how would you feel, about becoming my personal. Intern? Hm?" he narrowed his eyes for a second at the boy. Peter could barely speak at this point, between the shock of Mr. Stark letting go of the wheel, to the sudden question. "I-wow....yes!" he laughed. "I would-love that! But, what brought this on?" Tony stroked his beard in thought, eyeing the teen. "Well, I noticed your computer skills when you hacked into my computer system-still thinking of a punishment for that, by the way. And I've heard nothing but good things about you, plus seeing you in the lab with Bruce the other day, the idea just came to me." In the form of Pepper, but he didn't have to tell Peter that. "I'm sorry about the hacking," Peter responded sheepishly. "But, it's kind of your fault that I did it." And he noticed his mistake the minute the words were out of his mouth by the look Mr. Stark gave him. "Excuse me?" "I-I take that back," Peter tried, but it didn't work. "I made those systems by hand, kid. There is nothing wrong with my systems." Peter nodded, then looked down. "Well..." "What?" "There are a couple of flaws that I noticed....but they weren't big ones! Just, some mainframe weakness on some very important files, but like I said, no big deal!" Tony sighed. "Which files?" "What?" Peter asked, flinching when Mr. Stark almost glared at him. "Which. Files.Kid. A minute ago I couldn't shut you up!" This was exasperating. Why did he agree to this? But, he could feel pride swelling up in his heart. "Well, one was the suit's protocols. It wasn't weak per say, but it looked like it was rushed. Then a couple of files labeled 'playtime', whatever those were, and-" Tony held his hand up. "That's enough! I don't ever want you looking at the playtime file, ever. Do you hear me?" That was 'private Tony time' media of him and Pepper, that the woman didn't know he'd recorded. "Ever." He turned away from the smiling teen, clearing his throat. "Okay, so, you're my new assistant, intern, whatever. You start as soon as you come home." "But what about my homework?" Peter looked at the man with worried eyes and Mr. Stark sighed. "Fine, after your 'homework'," he mimicked the teen, using air quotes, "you can come be my assistant personal intern. God, between you and Steve I'm going to insane." Outside he pretended to be angry, but inside he was laughing at the kid's face now. "Oh, and here, I noticed you're eating me out of house and home, which, by the way, is Steve's job, but here's some money for lunch. I doubt you'll be getting free hot lunch from school for two months while with me." Peter looked at the wad of bills tossed into his lap from the man's wallet. Did Mr. Stark always carry this much around with him? He took a bill and tried to give the rest back, but the man shook his head. "No, that's just pocket change." he said without a look, staring in at the road in front of him. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ They pulled up to the school, Peter quickly grabbing the handle. He was about to get out, but turned and smiled at the once disliked man. "Thanks for the ride, Mr. Stark. I can take the subway back," he offered, not surprised when Mr. Stark shook his head. "No, I'll have Happy pick you up, seeing as I'll be too busy doing my work alone while you're doing homework." Peter grinned at his face. "I'll make sure to bug you in your lab while I do it," he cajoled and got out. "You better! See you after school, kid." Tony took off with a smile on his face. He really liked Peter. But, he reminded him of someone and he couldn't put his finger on it, which was bugging him. Oh well, he thought with a shrug. He had to go home and figure out how the hell Spider-Man was able to crawl up walls like he did. As soon as Peter was seen getting out of the expensive car, people began to talk and the boy blushed. He'd forgotten the whole press thing Mr. Stark had called on Saturday. Now the whole school knew. "Hey Penis Parker!" Flash suddenly punched the boy's shoulder hard enough to make Peter wince. "How does it feel to be someone's charity case?" he teased. "Poor little orphan penis, no family to love him, has to rely on others to feel anything. In two month's time, Tiny Stark will dump you back on the curb you came from, where you belong." The bully cackled, pushing Peter to the ground when he walked away. "You okay?" Ned asked, his hand offered to his friend. "Yeah, I'm fine. Sorry about Sunday. You were supposed to come over, but now that's on hiatus." Peter kicked a pebble, accidentally using his super strength and made the rock fly off the grounds. He ducked and looked around, but thankfully no one had seen. "I'm just pissed that Mr. Stark has my suit now! I mean, I can't be Spider-Man if the suit is laying in pieces on his lab table!" He kicked another pebble as they walked, softer this time. "I understand. Well, not really, but it's like this one time, my mom took my Xbox away and hid it in her closet for like a month. That was rough." His friend laughed, making Ned feel better. "Yeah, we'll call it that. Come on, we've got to get to homeroom." He and the other boy walked quickly towards the class. "Hey losers," MJ said as she saw her two friends come in, both of them smiling and waving at her. "So, congrats Peter. I heard about your adoption." Peter balked. "No, no, it's not like that! Mr. Stark just needed a kid to live with him, to show the world he loves the kid's too, or something like that. I'm going back in two months." He looked at the girl and saw anger. "That is so like Tony fucking Stark. Lead someone on with glittering things, then rip it all away. What an asshole." She went back to her drawing, the look on her face saying it wasn't a nice one now as she scribbled on the paper. Ned and Peter shared a look before giggling a little bit like children, until MJ shot them a look that shut them up. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "So, you're working on a new suit, with parts that you stole from Iron Man's lab, and using parts of Black Widow's gowns...and she knows your secret?" Peter nodded as his friend broke it down during chemistry while their teacher was talking. "Yeah, basically," he whispered. Looking down at his webbing, he was formulating a stronger substance and knew he'd found the right mixture of things when the stirrer was stuck in the glass. He smiled and then shut the drawer. After class, he filled a soda bottle with his web fluid, smiling at its liquid state as it went in. This was an excellent batch. With a pep in his step, Peter headed to lunch. He hadn't seen Flash since that morning, not that he was complaining. The bully seemed like he was jealous of Peter...it perplexed him. Why would anyone be jealous of someone without a family, no matter how much free stuff they got? He shook his head and got on the lunch line when he remembered the money Mr. Stark gave him. With a grin, he got off the line and grabbed MJ as soon as she came in, then Ned and pulled them from the lunchroom. "What's wrong?" Ned asked, panicked eyes looking around for danger. "Nothing! I just figured, since we have the ability to leave school grounds for lunch, and this," he showed the wad of money to his friends. Ned's eyes went wide, while MJ didn't seem too impressed. "We can go out, my treat." Peter felt bad about using the money, but if he didn't, it would just sit in his pocket-he really needed a wallet- and that wasn't the best way to keep money when you're a teenager. The trio walked to a fast food place and ordered, waiting for their lunch, when a woman gaped at Peter. "Excuse me, are you the foster kid Tony Stark took in? Peter?" The teen turned at the question and the woman's eyes lit up. "You are! You're Peter the foster kid!" She pulled out her phone, as did everyone else in the restaurant and the boy looked appalled and frightened at the same time. Suddenly, MJ grabbed his arm and the bag of food that had arrived and dragged him out, Ned behind him, not responding to any questions thrown at them. By the time they ran back to the school, the press were following them, the flashing camera's going off behind them. MJ slammed the gate to the school, smirking at the harpies. "You're not allowed on school grounds, assholes. Go stalk a turd," she flipped them off and dragged a red Peter behind her, ignoring the boy who was apologizing the entire way. "Don't sweat it," she said softly. "It's not your fault they're like vultures who go after anything and anyone with a name behind them." She ripped open the bag and stuffed a few french fries in her mouth before the boys could grab their own burgers. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ School was finished for the day, and Peter couldn't be more glad. But, as soon as he reached the stairs, Flash was there, pushing him down the last few, making him tumble and scrape his knee. The dark skinned bully laughed with his friends, only to stop so suddenly, Peter had to look. Happy stood in front of them, a hand on his gun as he stared the bullies down. "Did I just see you push him?" he ground out angrily. "I-it was an accident," Flash tried to lie, only to flinch back when Happy moved, offering his hand to Peter to pull him up. "If I ever catch you 'accidentally' doing anything to Peter again, I will personally come to your house, and ask your parents if it's all right if I kick the crap out of you. Is that understood?" Flash only nodded, his face ashen. Peter walked behind the guard. "Thank you, for that," he said lowly. "If that kid gives you any more crap, you tell me, got it?" Happy looked back at the boy who nodded. "Good. Now come on, boss doesn't like it when people are late." He brought Peter to a car that reeked with money and got in, but gave the boy a strange look when he opened the passenger door. "No, I don't think so, kid. You're in the back." Peter made a face, but then slid in the back door, pouting a little bit. "Do you wanna hear what we did at school?" the boy asked the driver, who didn't say anything, instead he simply raised a hand and brought the divider up, waving a little to the boy. "Real mature," he called, giving the man raspberries. Sighing, the boy brought out his text books. Better get started on his homework. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Hey, kid, come here for a second." Tony didn't turn around but knew it was Peter coming into his lab. "I need tiny fingers for this." He was holding an electrical magnet over a wire, watching so that it didn't spark or move. "Hey Mr. Stark how are you-is that Spider-Man's goggles?" He was sad and angry to see them torn to shreds, their wiring bared for the world to see. "Yes, it is. Apparently, Underoos here, isn't as advanced as I thought, which gives Clint's reasoning for him being a kid plausible." Underoos? Peter shook his head. "What do you need me to do?" Mr. Stark pointed to an exposed wire. "Hold that, and keep it there. I want to find out how these things work." When the kid was in place, Tony let the magnet draw out the electrical flow. "That's odd," he muttered. "It seems like these weren't goggles at all....more like sensitivity dullers." Peter frowned. He'd made those when his senses were suddenly dialed up to eleven and everything was just too much to take in at once. He even wore them to school, explaining how they were to help his headaches. That had been a hell of a month with being teased and beat up. "Huh. So, this was a waste of time," the billionaire threw the goggles to the side, not worrying that the kid still had them. "Oh well. Clear off a table for yourself and do your homework." Peter glanced at his goggles, ripped apart on the floor and felt tears come to his eyes. He wasn't the sentimental type, but seeing that got to him. All his hard work, gone in a day, and the man who did it didn't even know what he'd done. He chose a table that wasn't as cluttered as the rest of them and cleared a spot, taking his books out of his bag, starting his work. Tony kept glancing at Peter, a small smile coming to his face every time he did. Peter was hunched over a text book, scribbling answers quickly, holding his head in his hand like he was bored. Finally, the man gave up working on his suit, going over to the boy. "Move the butt," he said playfully. Grabbing a chair, he twirled it around, sitting and throwing his hands on the back. "What've we got?" Peter blushed and looked down at the book on the table. "I-it's no problem, Mr. Stark. I've got it." The man snorted. "I know that. I'm just bored." He looked over Peter's shoulder. "Quantum physics. Pretty strong stuff." Peter nodded and smiled. "Yeah, but I love it. It's so easy, but there are some questions that still get me. But, the school doesn't have anything more advanced than this." He sighed. "So why don't you tell your school?" Tony blinked, looking at Peter like it was that easy, which the boy wished it was. "There's no one in my school to teach me anything more advanced. I'm flying through chemistry, but, there are still some chemicals I'm too young to touch, so I don't know any of those advanced equations." Peter shrugged, writing another answer down. "Hm. Well, as long as you don't hack into the school, it's all good." He winked at the boy. "How are you at mechanics?" "Well, I'm pretty good." What was this guy, bi-polar? "Good. I'm working on a new upgrade and I need your girly hands again." The boy narrowed his eyes at Tony, who shrugged. "Sorry, truth. Come on." For hours they worked on the upgrades, Tony telling stories that made Peter laugh so much his face turned red. Finally, Tony felt his stomach grumble, and looked at the kid, who was busy working on one of the parts, a look of concentration on his face the reminded the man so much of himself at that age. "I'm hungry, you hungry? You're always hungry. I'm gonna order some Chinese." With that that man was out of the room. He stood against the wall, head against it. What was he doing? He was getting all emotional after only three days of meeting the kid. He didn't want to say that he was beginning to love the kid, but like was a better word for it. He smirked. He definitely wouldn't fight Pepper if she wanted to keep him here. Plus, he would be handy in the lab after school. But, it seemed that Pepper had made the perfect plan. "Man, that woman completes me," he whispered and went to order some food for him and Peter, his mind made up.

#iron man tony stark #irondad #spiderman peter parker #Spiderson #MamaPepperPotts #ProtectiveAvengers #mr.negative

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josiebelladonna · 5 years ago

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nano update | week 1

wip: now it’s dark

daily goal: anywhere above 1667 is good and nice and nice and good by me

last night’s word count: 5820 (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

total cumulative count: (on the nano website) 24,083 (48% of 50K) *if you count what I’ve uploaded to AO3 and Wattpad so far, I’m well past that mark: 64,514 words counting my Joey one shots--which I am--it’s 89,474 to put that in perspective, I wrote the first two chapters of now it’s dark back in late September (autumnal equinox!), but I didn’t actually begin to write it-write it until just a couple of weeks ago finding out the truth about Ben and just wanting to... kick him in the balls. When I wrote Have Your Cake and Eat It, which I started in early February, I didn’t hit the 90K mark until the end of March. I knew my writing has been calibrated since September 2017 following Chris’ passing, but it’s been almost nuclear powered at this point, like damn

thoughts: I like to think of Joey and Anthrax as an untapped reservoir, or better yet, I think of the Mongolia episode of the Grand Tour: you would think there’s nothing there, like there’s very little to go about in terms of source material, but when you actually take a dive into the territory, you find yourself in a vast stretch of raw, almost primeval beauty. Untouched and feral but so gorgeous that it takes your breath away, and you can’t help but climb inside and go exploring

an excerpt from today: (from my new Joey one shot, which I’m really considering titling “sex and candy” after the Marcy Playground song)

“Have you ever had chocolate gelato before?” he asked me; I gazed into his face and those dilating pupils against those rich dark brown irises, dark brown like chocolate itself. “Gelato? I don't think I have.” “It's absolutely indulgent, honey pie. Smooth as silk and soft like velvet. I should spoon feed it to you if and when I get the chance.” He showed me a bit of his tongue from in between his lips, and he raised his eyebrows as a smirk crossed his face. He ran the tips of two fingers up my arm in a gentle caress. Meanwhile, the hem of his shirt lifted off the belt of his jeans to show me a tiny sliver of skin on his hip. I thought about the bite I left on his stomach, and then I thought about the tape recorder. “You know,” I began, “I listened to the tape you left for me again last night after I packed up.” “Oh, yeah?” “Yeah. I was... I was kind of missing you, to be honest.”

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#so hot i cant #joey belladonna #anthrax #now it's dark #heavy metal fanfiction #nanowrimo #nanowrimo 2019 #wip #fanfic #fanfiction #fanfic writing #fanfic wip #writeblr #text #thrash metal

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somniatcr · 5 years ago

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verses , edition one--- bnha

shinsou hitoshi , bnha ( canon verse ) quirk , brainwashing--- essentially mind control ; affiliation , u.a. / heroes

his quirk allows him to gain control over the minds of others, though they must first respond to him verbally in order to activate the quirk. upon activation, he is able to force the other individual to follow through with, or to obey, whatever commands that they’re given.

although he is able to use his quirk on multiple people at once, spreading his quirk too thin can cause him to lose consciousness. he is also unable to force those under his control to perform any tasks that may require advanced brain function.

using his artificial vocal chords, he is also able to modify his voice, to imitate the voices of others, in turn tricking his targets or enemies into responding to him, thus activating his quirk. he also uses a capturing weapon ( like that of aizawa shouta ), a cloth made from steel wire alloy woven with carbon nano-fibers.

sero hanta , bnha ( canon verse ) quirk , tape ; affiliation , u.a. / heroes

his quirk allows him to shoot cellophane / tape-like material from his elbows, essentially bodily tape dispensers, as well as retract it. it’s incredibly sturdy, high quality in make and composition and can be used to capture others, tying them up as if with rope, to swing or to travel long distances ( think, spider-man ), and to set traps--- and so on and so forth.

the overuse of his quirk has a tendency to substantially dry out his skin and, occasionally, cause mild to moderate pain.

kimura taihou , bnha ( oc , canon verse ) quirk , fear ; affiliation , heroes ( specifically an anti-hero )

his quirk grants him the power to sense and to manipulate the fear of others ( human, animal, or otherwise ) to varying degrees.

while he can’t sense precisely what it is that others are afraid of, he is able to sense that they are, in fact, afraid at all. in addition, he’s capable of inducing fear in others, of increasing ( even, perhaps, to the point of hysteria or death; i.e. dying of a heart attack from fright ) or decreasing the level of fear felt, and of negating fear altogether.

to activate his quirk, he must first make some sort of physical contact with the intended target ( or targets ) in question. furthermore, his quirk may be rendered ineffective by those with indomitable will ( unusually strong will-power ) or with quirk immunity or negation abilities ( see, aizawa shouta or, below, dazai osamu ).

though he’s capable of using his quirk on multiple people at once, to spread himself too thin ( large crowds, for example ) would put him at risk of either over-exhausting himself, thus rendering him temporarily useless, or of his quirk affecting him as well.

nakahara chuuya , bnha verse ( originally bungou stray dogs ) quirk , gravity touch ; affiliation , paranormal liberation front ( formerly league of villains )

his quirk is essentially a form of gravity manipulation that allows him to create and manipulate gravitons, as well as alter the gravity / gravitational pull of anything that he happens to touch; thus leaving him capable of altering weight / density, speed, allowing him to walk / stand on walls and ceilings, etc.

the drawback, however, is that he isn’t able to use his quirk at full power as, in doing so, he ultimately loses control of his quirk altogether.

the true form of his quirk is called corruption, and is exceedingly dangerous, both to those who it’s used against and to himself. when corruption is activated, he essentially becomes an unstoppable force of destruction, able to manipulate the gravitons in his surroundings, to alter his own density, and to shoot gravity itself, compressing it into balls that act as black holes, swallowing anything.

he has absolutely no control over his quirk at its full potential and, once activated, will lose all sense of self, essentially becoming a mindless creature, utterly uncontrollable and existing solely for the purpose of mass destruction. furthermore, once activated, he becomes trapped within his own ability, continuing on in that state until, ultimately, his quirk kills him ( or until the ability is nullified by someone capable of doing so; dazai osamu being a prime example ).

dazai osamu , bnha verse ( originally bungou stray dogs ) quirk , deactivation ; affiliation , heroes ( formerly league of villains, pre-paranormal liberation front )

his quirk, simply put, allows him to effectively nullify the quirks / abilities of others entirely upon contact, whether with the user themselves or with a manifestation of their ability. his quirk is often referred to as being an anti-quirk.

his quirk is ineffective against those with physical quirks or mutations. for example, someone such as ojiro mashirao would, for the most part, be unaffected as his quirk is that strong, sturdy tail of his. everyone else, however, is fair game.

the primary drawback to his quirk is that he can’t deactivate it, rendering him especially vulnerable when injured or near death as quirk users such as recovery girl are unable to help him.

orihara izaya , bnha verse ( originally durarara!! ) quirk , chaos ; affiliation , himself ( though he would be considered a villain )

his quirk is, more of less, a form of chaos inducement, allowing him to manipulate or to create chaotic energy, thus enabling him to wreak havoc to varying degrees where ever he goes.

to activate his quirk, he must first make some sort of physical contact with the intended target, whether it be living ( human, animal ) or inanimate ( examples being traffic lights, vehicles, technology, etc ).

his quirk, like taihou’s fear or shinsou’s brainwashing, is only capable of being spread so thin, else he’ll lose consciousness. furthermore, he isn’t necessarily immune to his own quirk--- depending on the degree / level of severity of the chaos set into effect, he is capable of being put at risk as well.

#basically a list of muses & their respective quirks & affiliations #both for existing #bnha muses & for muses with bnha verses #☆. ( v. bnha )#☆. ( verses )

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duhragonball · 6 years ago

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Camp Nunwum Update: Almost There

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I’ve got three days left after today, and 3305 words to go. I figure I can knock out a few hundy this afternoon, then 2,000 words for Sunday, and then I can coast over the finish line on July 30. It’s a good feeling, because I stopped writing for about four or five days in a row last week, and I was starting to wonder if I’d finish on time.

I’ve learned two things this month. The first is that it’s much easier to write when I have a firm idea where the scenes are going. Sometimes it’s more fun to meander, but it can be tough to rack up a word count that way. I did really well on Nano 2017, and I think that owes largely to how well I had that chunk of Luffa planned out ahead of time. I mean, some of that material was stuff I’d been thinking about two years ago, and then I slapped together an outline to help keep myself on track. On the other hand, this Bardock thing I’m working on is turning into a real quagmire. I thought I’d be done a long time ago, but I seem to have a novella on my hands. The only real plan I came up with was just to duct tape “Father of Goku” and “Dragon Ball Minus” together, but it’s not going to be that quick or simple. I think it’s coming along well, but it keeps getting longer, and I need to do more stuff before I can finish it. If I had set a 50k goal for Camp Nano, I think I’d be in serious trouble.

Here’s the thing about that Bardock story. I did my own private 25k writing goal for May of this year, and I got about 8k into the Bardock story then. I figured I could wrap it up in July and that would be a nice little dent in the 25k goal for this month. Instead, it’s been three-quarters of my productivity for July. I keep treating it like a quick little side-dealie, like the fics I wrote about the U6 guys and Launch, but it’s turning into Luffa Junior, and that blows because I haven’t updated Luffa Senior in like three months.

Anyway, I need to spend some time in August figuring out an exit strategy for that. And I need to actually post some of the stuff I’ve done. Maybe I’ll have Bardock ready to roll this summer, or maybe not. But I definitely can’t horse around with a project like that for November, when there’s 50k on the line.

The second thing I learned is that I really get more motivated to write while I’m bored at work. Last November worked well for me, because I had tons and tons of downtime on my hands. That’s not going to work out for me again anytime soon, which is why I’ve been doing these 25k runs as practice. But yesterday I found myself boiling volatiles off a sample, and wouldn’t you know it, I managed to knock out 1500 words without even trying very hard. It was great, but it also irritates me that I can’t replicate that ease on my day off. My plan is to use some vacation days in November to stay on top of things, but I’m worried that it won’t help me as much as I need it to.

So my best bet is to plot those 50,000 words very carefully in October. And I’d better make sure I have that Bardock story done before then, or it’ll drive me nuts...

#/#//#///#////#/////#writing #i suck at it #camp nanwum

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quntong · 3 years ago

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1. Angle-stroke electric device (angle of rotation 360 degrees) for butterfly valves, ball valves, plug valves, etc.. The rotation of the output shaft of the electric device is less than one week, less than 360 degrees, usually 90 degrees to realize the valve opening and closing process control. This kind of remote control intelligent electric device is divided into direct connection type and base crank type according to the different installation interface A) direct connection type: it means the electric device output shaft and the valve stem are installed in the form of direct connection B) base crank type: it means the output shaft is connected to the valve stem through the crank. 2、Multi-turn electric device (turning angle 360 degrees) is applicable to gate valve, globe valve, etc. The rotation of the output shaft of the electric device is greater than one week, i.e., greater than 360 degrees, and generally requires multiple revolutions to achieve control of the valve opening and closing process.

3. Straight stroke (linear motion) is applicable to single-seat control valves, double-seat control valves, etc. The movement of the output shaft of the electric device is linear motion, not in the form of rotation.

Second, determine the force or torque to be output by the valve electric actuator

1. For angle-stroke and multi-turn electric actuators, the important parameter is the torque, the unit is N.m. The valve switch needs torque to act on it, if the torque is small, it may lead to not open and close.

2.For direct stroke electric actuator, the important parameter is force in N. Similarly, if the force is small, the valve cannot be opened and closed. Therefore, in the selection of the valve electric actuator, to follow a simple principle: rather choose large, not small.

Third, determine the control mode of the valve electric actuator

1. Switching type. Switching type electric actuator generally realize the valve open or closed control, the valve is either in the full open position, or in the full closed position, such valves do not need to control the flow of the medium.

2. Regulating type. Regulating type electric actuator not only has the function of the integrated structure of the switch type, it can also control the valve, so as to regulate the flow of the medium. Due to the limited space its working principle is not detailed here. In summary, I think you now have a certain knowledge of the valve electric actuator selection, through the above three steps, you can easily choose a suitable for your valve electric actuator.

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kurokolovesakashi · 7 years ago

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also,

Kise’s っス (ssu) that he adds to the end of his sentences is a stylish (some guys think it’s cool) way of saying です which is just a polite ending to a sentence. It has actual meaning in Japanese, but if you add it to the end of a sentence in English, it sounds like gibberish.

It’s the same thing with Midorima’s なのだよ (nanodayo). In Japanese, it’s normal to add “nano” or just “no” to the end of a sentence to put it into the casual form of the explanatory mode (んです), and だよ (dayo) is a normal sentence ending that just puts emphasis on what you’ve said. It has meaning and sounds natural when it’s done in Japanese. Also, Midorima does it a lot, but he doesn’t do it after every sentence - generally just longer paragraphs to add emphasis. The only time he does it with short sentences is when he’s doing a tsukkomi - once again, to add emphasis. It’s just a forceful way of speaking.

The other thing is that Japanese has a very different cadence than English. They can cram 50 syllables into 10 seconds if they really want to, so adding a few more to the end of a sentence doesn’t feel clunky. But English speakers talk very slowly, so saying “nanodayo” sounds like a whole sentence of gibberish. It’s very clunky and it just doesn’t work.

Now you guys know the struggle of translators, who have to try to figure out if/how they’re going to translate these affectations, which have no direct correlation in English.

It’s far better to take the lesson of why the characters do this than to just cram them after a sentence. In Kise’s case, he’s extremely self-conscious about his appearance. He wants to be a model, keeps a stylish haircut, basks in the attention of shallow girls, wears that dumb earring, and may or may not do his wingtips every morning (I refuse to believe those eyelashes are real). He’s vain, and the “ssu” ending is just another attempt to seem cool. It’s why Fujimaki makes fun of him by making him lame so often. He’s the definition of “flash without substance” - at least, until he starts taking himself more seriously and develops into a person that cares deeply about his team and less about superficial things like Haizaki does (shallow girls and titles). It’s all a part of his character arc.

In Midorima’s case, giving him a forceful way of speaking ties into how deeply he buys into his own belief system. Midorima has a strict code of “Man proposes, God disposes” - he’s downright religious about it, and he looks down on anyone who doesn’t ascribe to this belief. It’s the source of his disagreements with Murasakibara, who’s very laid back. It’s also why he’s so self-reliant, and why it’s so hard for him to trust his teammates. Over time, he learns to respect the viewpoints of others more and rely on his teammates and not just on himself. It’s no longer “doing everything he can to win” but “doing what he can and trusting his teammates to do the rest.” It’s why the culmination of his arc is the move with Takao in which Takao has to deliver the ball into his hands for him to make the shot - it’s the ultimate trust fall for Midorima, who hates missing his shots above all else, to the point he puts hours in every day shooting balls and tapes his hands to protect his fingers at all times. It’s part of his characterization!

So don’t worry about the sentence endings (they’re kind of silly anyways~)

#my thoughts #christ does this also count as knb meta??#one of those days huh #knb meta

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waywardimpalawriter · 7 years ago

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Private Dancer NSFW +18

Private Dancer

Summary: After a long hard mission it’s always nice to come home to a little teasing and maybe something more.

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Characters: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Reader, Marie Hill

Setting: Future

Rating: M for mature audience no one under 18 please. NSFW

Warnings: smut (wrap it if ya gonna tap it people), NSFW, PWP, daddy kink, slight Dom!Steve, language, mentions of being hurt,

Word count: 5,202

Notes: Written for @emilyevanston #kate’s cards against humanity challenge, I chose Making a pouty face. Also this is the first time I’m writing Steve smut so I’m very sorry if it’s utter crap. Happy reading.

Tag list:

Forever: @winters-buck @angryschnauzer @marvel-lucy @feelmyroarrrr @aquabrie @thetalesofmooseandsquirrel @supernaturallymarvellous @fandommaniacx

Marvel: @sebbytrash @ek823 @creideamhgradochas @marvelfanfichq @melconnor2007

“Any word on when Steve’s coming home?” You asked for what felt like to Maria the thousandth time but really just the tenth.

Rolling her eyes she knew you’re worried that Steve missed his last check in. Not that it meant anything but it could’ve and nothing good either.

“No Y/N there’s not,” sighing while raking a hand through her shoulder length brown hair. “I know your anxious for news but pacing my office isn’t going to help much but wear a hole in the carpet.”

“I know I’m sorry Maria,” giving her a sheepish half smile before taking the seat in front of her desk quietly making a pouty face. One that’s half prudent child the other half worried girlfriend hating not going along to watch Steve’s back. “It’s just why haven’t any of them radioed in to let us know something anything at this point,” words coming out while tapping your fingers on the side of your chair.

“You and I both know Cap will keep to radio silence when things get bad,” eyes glued to the screen in front of her looking up at the tapping to see the pout on your lips. “Why don’t you go get something to eat, take a nap something to get your mind off what’s going on.”

Catching her brown eyes, “I can’t I’m too worried about what might happen to eat and sleep well that hasn’t been happening much since Steve went on the mission. I don’t,” swallowing harshly you look down at your hands. “I don’t sleep well when he’s not home,” shrugging it off while rising to leave.

“I get it Y/N when I’m alone sleep doesn’t always come so easy either,” giving you a rare soft smile. “I hear there’s some of Nat’s famous homemade chocolate left why don’t you grab some and relax somewhere for a little bit. I’ll give you a buzz when I hear something.”

Nodding you turn to go, “Thank you for putting up with me. I know I shouldn’t worry so much but I can’t help it.”

“No trouble really,” watching you go and once the door closes Maria gets back to work plotting the murder of one star spangled man when her ear piece buzzed, “That better be you Captain Rogers you have a lady here worrying her head off and no it ain’t me.”

“I’m gonna make it up to her promise Hill,” she could hear grunts and what sounded like the rustling of paper packaging. “We’re almost home.”

“Define almost?” getting up to check and see if you’ve double backed she didn’t want you over hearing the conversation if something major’s wrong.

“We’ll be home in an hour, two tops. If Wilson flies straight and we don’t crash land,” Steve returned as someone grunted in pain.

Cursing, “Is your ass hurt Rogers? You promised it would be an easy in and out op. What in fucking hell happened?”

“First of all language Ms. Hill,” gruff laughter is heard that she knows belongs to Wilson. Before Steve continues, “Second it’s not me who decided to get his self-shot in the arm.”

“Which buffoon is bleeding all over the quinjet?” came her salty reply with a hard roll of her cool chocolate colored eyes.

“That would be this buffoon clearly dying since Bird brain doesn’t know how to fly a fuckin jet and Rogers can’t bandage his way out of a paper bag,” came a very pain filled answer from Bucky.

“Careful Buck or I might just forget which part of you I’m taping up and it’ll be your mouth that gets covered instead,” Steve retorted with his own grunt as if he got knocked over. “Keep her steady Sam we’re bouncing around like beach balls back here.”

“Just get your asses back here like yesterday. You have Y/N worried; pacing the floors since you didn’t bothered checking in till now and keeping secrets. She finds out it’ll be your ass not mine.”

“Cover for me don’t worry about Y/N I’ll take care of her,” she could hear Steve sigh into the com.

“You’re gonna need heavy groveling punk and I sooo… fucking ouch man watch it,” Bucky hissed the sound of someone most likely Steve, being hit.

“Deserved it jerk,” before he realized the coms were still active. “See ya in a bit Rogers out.”

Shaking her head Maria pinched the bridge of her nose; thinking it’s seriously like rounding up children sometimes. With that thought in mind she goes to find you. Finally relaxing in one of the overstuffed arm chairs in the living room, chocolate in one hand, book in the other and what probably is a mug of hot tea resting on the little end table next to you.

“Y/N,” watching as you glance up in acknowledgement hope in those expressive eyes. “He’s okay won’t be back till morning though, you might as well get some rest.”

“At least I know he’s okay that’s something,” closing your book with a sigh, standing to stretch your legs and grab your empty mug. “Thank you for letting me know Maria,” a slight slump in your shoulders as you pass by her a soft smile is given while leaving.

Dropping off your mug to wander for a good twenty minutes through your apartment floor knowing most are asleep your footsteps are quiet. Finally heading to the apartment you shared with Steve. To slip off your day clothes a quick bath and lotion down before putting on his dark blue dress shirt that you love and makes you feel connected to him. Crawling into bed his pillow clutched in your arms the faint scent of his cologne and something that’s all Steve tickles your nose as your eyes start to get a little droopy.

Shooting up a noise having drawn you from sleep you reach under the pillow your head rested on for the Beretta Nano 9mm that you’ve got concealed there. Something your normally would’ve put away if Steve had been home but as they say old habits die hard even when you live in a state of the art compound like this one. Slowly slipping from your bed to creep towards the bedroom door pushing it back to peer into the darken living room. Gun at your side as your eyes adjust to the semi lighted room making out a human shaped shadow by the front door.

“You value your life I suggest you leave now,” voice strong as you raised your weapon preparing to fire.

Lights came on, “You gonna shoot me doll?” Steve asked shield raised in defense as his eyes peer over the top rim. How he could look so adorable and fearsome at the same time you’ll never know. “First Peggy shoots me now you I just don’t have a good track record with dames.”

Hearing the mirth in his tone shield being lowered to lean against the wall by the door you lay your gun on the coffee table before sprinting towards him. Throwing yourself into his arms with a small leap and cry; burying your face in his neck, arms around his shoulders and legs around his waist. The rough Kevlar material of his uniform chaffing against the soft skin of your inner thighs but you could care less. Steve is home, in one piece that you could tell and safe that’s what really mattered.

Pulling back just enough to pepper his face with little kisses making him laugh and grip your ass so he can walk the two of you towards his favorite arm chair and sit down with you straddling his lap. “I take it your missed me princess?”

That pouty face returns this time directed at Steve, “You’ve been gone four days and to top it off no check in when you were supposed to. So I grew worried isn’t like I wasted away waiting for your return.”

Shaking his head hands sprayed over your back, “Hmm I’m sure doll,” brow lifting knowing you would’ve seen to your duties and any mission that might have popped up. “Any missions while I was gone?” his eyes’ taking in the parts of your body he can see that’s not hidden by his shirt he now realizes. Not that he’d complain. You always did look better in his clothes. Plus that primal possessiveness that always overcome him when he’s caught you wearing something that belonged to him. A claiming of sorts that no one is privy to not that he’d let’em in the first place.

“Just two sir,” your answer is quick with a touch of bashfulness to it now that you’re in his arms. Having forgotten your place in the worry and sleepiness but now returning as you go to slip from his lap.

However strong hands stop you from doing so staying wrapped around your hips keeping you flush against him. “No moving doll I just want to hold you right now.”

Snuggling into his arms you begin to play with the straps on his suit his warmth, the light scent of after shave and leather reaching your nose making your squirm in his arms. “Daddy,” you venture leaning back to stare into those beautiful baby blues.

Grinning knowing what’s running through your mind, “What’s the matter princess?”

“I missed you,” you smile innocently.

“Were you good while I was gone?” watching you nod Steve tangles one hand in the hair at the base of your neck tipping your head back so he can run his nose up the soft column of your throat to your lips. Capturing them in a gentle kiss, one that belies the hungry which lurks deep within the both of you and has you melting against him tongue slipping out to tease the seam of your lips.

Granting access so he may slide his tongue against yours the play for dominance begins one you know he’ll win and leave you panting and wiggling for more. Pillaging your mouth with a ravenous appetite that only your willing body can sate the very thought which accompanies his hands to roam your body. Fingers tracing under your/his shirt to touch soft skin tip toeing up your body to just under each breast whispered touches that make you moan into his mouth and suck hard on his tongue.

Air becoming an issue, you ask the question his kisses burned away till now. “Why didn’t you radio in Steve?” voice laced with concern, gone is the sub that was just here a second ago.

Resting your foreheads together the hand at that base of your neck cards through your hair soothing to his fried nerves he knows you’re asking out of love and worry. “Com’s got knocked out on our way back to the quinjet during the last raid. Sam tried to repair on the fly but didn’t have the parts. I’m sorry to have worried you princess.”

You could see something haunted him a sadness that wasn’t there when he left. “What happened Steve? You seem different.”

Swallowing thickly burying his face in the hollow of your throat you’re very present rooting him to the here and now. “Buck got shot,” he began feeling your fingers in his hair. “Not that he hasn’t been shot before he’s littered with holes and not just the ones in his head either,” trying to make a joke that you don’t find funny. Continuing, “We managed to free the villagers but one family parents and young girl,” shaking his head, “We… I couldn’t save them Y/N we were too late to do nothing more than watch as the life was drained from their eyes.”

“You know it wasn’t your fault right Steve?” bringing his head back so your eyes could lock and he could see the love and devotion you held for him.

“Doesn’t stop me from thinking it does doll,” sadness dulling his gorgeous eyes.

Thinking a moment, “Then let me help you forget even for just a little while,” rising from his lap you smile at the pout he now gives you. “No pouting daddy that’s my job remember?”

“Be a good girl and come back to my lap princess,” he growls needing your arms around him.

Shaking your head, “Please daddy let me do this for you?” eyes pleading. One shake of his head has you running off to the bedroom.

Quickly getting into your black silk stockings and matching garter belt. Leaving your panties on the bedroom floor you took off the button up to get into the matching lace bra before putting his shirt back on leaving the first three buttons undone. Adding a touch of red lipstick and his favorite perfume oil you check to make sure your hair is good with a little smoothing out because of his fingers you step into your heels and towards the door. Diming the living room lights putting on Brain McKnight’s “The only one for me” deep smooth voice fills the room as you appear in the bedroom door. Backlighted leaning against the jam watching Steve look your way.

Slowly he licks his lips eyes roaming from your black heeled feet, over your curve’s, lingering on the cleavage that has his mouth going dry on up to lock eyes with you, “Hello daddy,” soft sensual smile gracing your lips as you step into the living room fully.

A sway to your hips with each step that takes you to stand in front of him shaking your head when he reaches out to touch you, “Baby girl,” a warning growl in his deepen voice.

“Not yet daddy,” rocking your hips in time to the best changing to circling them every few measures feeling the already short shirt rise up to expose your naked bum.

He’s reaching out to take your wrist wanting to have you back in his arms again, having missed the softness of your skin, scent of your hair and the way you fit just right in his arms. However, before he gets the chance you’ve twirled away just a few inches. Still facing him your eyes locked with his as your hands have a mind of their own and plot a course to smooth down your sides to your hips as they gently sway to the soft R&B beat. Sensual movements that tempt Steve with every sway and roll of your body, you turn bending at the waist to draw your hands up from your ankles to hips. Fingers’ slowly pushing each little button out till the shirt hangs open but your back is still to him so you drop one side off your shoulder. Glancing back at him, one hand on the shirt to keep it from falling off seeing the heat and desire swimming in those baby blues.

Turning keeping the shirt closed while stepping up towards him you take that moment to step back towards him. Spreading his legs to slip her ass between and rub against his growing erection that tents his uniform pants. Feeling his sneaky fingers start to work your shirt up to squeeze an ass cheek in his callused palm. Giving in for a moment you sit firmly in his lap still rocking against his hand and cock using the arm of his chair and reaching back to card through his hair helping you to ride him slowly. Legs pushing you backwards into him then sliding forward feeling his other hand drop fingers tracing up the inside of your thigh. Coming in contact with nothing but soft wet skin and curly little hairs that makes him smirk into your neck.

“Oh baby girl you’ve been so naughty,” he growls tip toeing from one side to the other never giving in and touching you where you need him most. Knowing how wet and wanting you are but this is about distraction more than satisfaction no matter how much you want him to sink three fingers deep into your tight wet heat. Right now is about letting him watch and forget.

Therefore you stand pushing him back into his seat as he reaches for you. Straddling one thigh shirt hanging open exposing your breasts just enough to make his mouth water at the sight of your peaked nipples. Your own hands coming up to rest on his shoulders gliding your wet folds over his thigh gaining his attention as your wetness starts to seep into his uniform.

“Daddy may I ride you?” voice just as innocent but lust blown eyes watch him carefully.

Grasping the open shirt, Steve pulls it from your body and tosses it away another low long groan leaving his lips at the sight of you. “All this for me princess? Looking so beautiful in your stockings and heels.” tearing his eyes away from your body to lock with yours, licking dry lips as a smirk slides over them. “Use me baby girl but remember you have to ask first before you come.”

Nodding you take one hand in yours bringing to index finger to your mouth to suck on while brushing your core over his tightened thigh that now has a slow bounce to it. Nipping at the pad as a groan leaves your mouth. The hand on his shoulder helps you stay up right while his free hand guides you over his thigh rocking back and forth languidly your head tossed back in ecstasy.

Pulling his finger free to draw is down your throat to your peaked nipples, wet tip circling the tight bud before pinching hard making you yelp in pleasurable pain and pick up a quicker pace. With both your hands resting on his shoulders it frees up his hands to cup and squeeze your breasts enjoying them filling his palms. Fingers toying with each nipple in turn as he leans forward to suck on one glancing up to see your head tossed back making your chest thrust forward. A devilish grin pulls at his lips that bite down on the little tender bud just as a sound smack lands on your ass cheek making you let out a soft scream that turns into a moan. His large callus hand massaging over the sting while his tongue sooths the bit on your nipple.

“Daddy,” you whimper rocking quicker over his thigh the rough texture of his suit combine with the light shocks of pain only drives you closer to the edge.

You can feel the tight coil in your tummy, the tingles across your veins, breath picking up with each drag of your clit over that hard thigh that keeps flexing under you. So lost in the pleasure you don’t notice at first the hands on your ass guiding you quicker spreading your ass so that his thigh digs in a little more. Mouth trailing wet kisses over every inch of skin he can reach. Marks are being left on your collarbone and neck, another hard smack to your ass a reminder of who’s in charge here.

Your sweet moans and breathy pleas driving him insane with need, as his fingers grip your ass tighter helping ride him. “You gotta ask princess or you better not come,” he growls into your ear bouncing his thigh as your ass pops back and he lands another smack causing you to shake.

Face nuzzling into his neck, “Please daddy, feels so good, so close, may I come?”

Music to his ears, he takes his hands from your body sitting back to watch. “Go on princess fuck yourself on my thigh. God baby you look so good like that blissed out and so needy, my little slut wanting to come.”

Whimpering pressing down harder, release building with each pass, strength waning your eyes locked with his still waiting for those magic words. Head starting to get fuzzy, your moans a little louder each time, your own thighs squeezing around his as he bounces again. Tightening and relaxing his thigh that tight coil of need ready to snap. “Please daddy I’ve been so… so good may I?”

Leaning forward just enough to whisper, “Come for me Y/N I wanna see you and hear you princess.”

Permission given you let go, moving quicker over his thigh knowing there’ll be bruises and marks tomorrow but not caring as the pleasure becomes too much. The friction of his uniform against your clit is to much as that coil finally snaps your movements beginning to loose cohesion as you scream out his name. Body shaking, feeling a set of hands on your waist helping to drag yourself over his thigh a few more times till the sensitivity becomes too much and you slump forward into his arms.

Soothing hands run over your back, soft deep voice speaking into your ear, “So good for me baby girl. Watching you come like that baby I’m so proud of you,” kissing your cheek then lips while caressing your hair with one hand helping you to sit in his lap sideways. “How do you feel princess?”

“Hmm,” a loopy blissful smile on your lips snuggling into his arms, “thank you daddy that was amazing.”

Standing carrying you bridal style, Steve takes you into the bedroom laying you down before going to grab a warm wash cloth and cleaning you up. Brushing a few strands of hair from your face, “Rest my love I’ll take care of everything.”

Nodding you watch with stated eyes as he takes special care to get you out of those stockings, garter belt and heels. Warm wash cloth cleaning you up with gentle hands a soft kiss pressed to your forehead before he heads back to the bathroom. Wanting him to come to bed but you knew he had to shower, so you move up to sit against the headboard waiting for him to rejoin you. He didn’t take long, as steam processed Steve who steps into the room in just his boxers.

“Still awake baby girl?” leaning back into the bathroom to toss his towel in the hamper.

Nodding, opening your arms to him, “I can’t sleep without you handsome,” that pout reappearing on your lips as Steve chuckles a shake of his head.

Pausing by his dresser eyes taking in your naked body, eyes shining bright with love, hair spilling over your shoulders, “I’m one lucky son of a bitch,” he breathed knowing there’d never be anyone else for him, you were it.

“Steve?” sitting forwards in bed, cool air brushing over your skin creating goosebumps as you watch him walk towards the bed.

With purpose in his stride Steve’s beside the bed, cupping your cheek in his hand brushing his thumb over the apple of your cheek. Lips lower to glide over yours in a soft barely there kiss. As you scooch back up the bed, Steve follows straddling your legs while you lay back and he hovers over you. Dusting your face and neck with butterfly kisses that make you giggle and squirm under him.

“I love you Y/N,” he breathed into your mouth before capturing it in a deep searching kiss.

A licking over tongues, melding of mouths to find the right positions to make each other moan. His fingers carding through your hair to hold you in place while he drinks deeply from the well of his desire. Tasting and teasing the both of you till small moans slip between paired lips, sighs of contentment followed by groans of frustration. Because you’re trying to push his boxers down and Steve won’t move enough just yet to let you.

Pinching his side lips leaving yours panting to stare at you, “Boxers off now please need you daddy,” another moan leaving your lips feeling how hard he is already for you.

Nodding, Steve stands pulling his black boxer briefs of cock springing free that he takes in hand pumping a few times. Cheshire cat grin on his lips climbing back into bed, “Fast and hard or slow and deep?”

“Slow and deep please, I wanna feel you Steve all of you,” pulling him into your arms legs wrapping around his waist to buck against him. Feeling the slide of his shaft along your folds sends shivers of delight through your body.

Grinning, “Yes ma’am,” capturing your mouth in a quick kiss before slipping from between your legs and flipping you on your stomach landing a sound smack to your ass. “Hands and knees princess,” groaning at the sight of you all spread out, back arched just right.

Looking over your shoulder seeing him in a daze, a giggle slips out, “Like what you see daddy?”

“You know it princess,” lands another smack to the opposite cheek soothing it with slow circles to ease the sting.

Watching with hooded eyes as he spreads you open with the hand on your ass using the other to line his cock up before pushing in slowly. Just the tip at first backing out and reentering with just the crown a few times; teasing the both of you till you wiggle your ass and push back wanting him to fill you. For your cheek Steve smacks your ass once more pushing his hand in making the cheek wiggle around the side of his cock. Before he gives in and thrusts forward filling you till he bottoms out and pauses so you can adjust to having him inside you.

Gritting his teeth at the feeling of your walls squeezing the crap out of his cock, he tries to stay as still as he can waiting for you. Letting out a breathe when a deep moan leaves yours lips and you rock forward a little then back again fucking yourself on his cock. Hands wrap around your hips digging in as he pulls out ever so slowly and slams back in repeating twice more, before giving you little short thrusts. Whimpers and moans spurring him on, the sounds of skin meeting, bed creaking, combined with his own little growls and groans the other things heard in their room.

One hand leaves your hip to trace patterns over your back knowing how sensitive and ticklish it is the tingles heighten your pleasure. The contact making you squirm and push back ass wiggling against him as that hand flattens out, pushing your chest into the bed making your ass pop up more as his strokes get deeper. Knowing in this position he’s hitting your g-spot with each slow stroke in. Your walls clenching around his throbbing cock causing him to pick up the pace the sound of skin slapping growing. Still trying to keep it slow letting you feel every inch of him but with each passing second his stomach tightens, balls drawing up to his body. Knowing he’s not going to last much longer with the way you’re gripping him so tightly.

Panting, eyes rolling back into your head hands grip the sheets under you pleasure shooting through your body with every deep thrust. His cock brushing your g-spot making you see stars every time, little whimpers leaving your parted lips that can’t seem to drag in enough air. Thankful that you don’t have to hold yourself up otherwise you’d be shaking like a new born foal.

“Please daddy faster,” words coming out stuttered a moan following as he does what you’ve asked and pounded into you.

Making the whole bed shake, the mattress bouncing you back against him as his hips thrust forward that one hand keeping you close by your hips. As the other cards through your hair at the base of your neck; grabbing a handful and tugging your head back just enough so that you feel the sting. Knowing how much you enjoy the pleasurable pain as his mouth lands on your shoulder nipping, sucking marks into your soft skin.

Low growl leaves his lips pace becoming choppy wanting you to come first he lets your hair go but not before moving it to one side so he can bury his face in your neck. Nuzzling laying sweet biting kisses to every inch he can reach while that hand trails down your body to circle your clit. Using just the right amount of pressure to make you whimper and push back into him.

“Come for me princess I know your close, come all over my cock,” he groans into your ear nipping the shell pinching your clit between thumb and index feeling your walls quiver.

Twice more he thrusts into your tight core before you come screaming his name into the mattress. Panting with little moans as he keeps moving inside you till stiffening on the third thrust into the warm wet depths of your body stilling; his release painting her walls. A silent pray that maybe his little guys will take root and they’ll be blessed with a child. Hearing you whimper knowing you’re just as oversensitive as he is, Steve pulls out slowly helping you to lie on your side before collapsing in the spot you’d been laying.

Wrapping you up in his embrace keeping you close to his side fingers tracing your back as the both of you descend from your sexual high. “Marry me Y/N?” the words are out of his mouth before he knows what he’s saying.

“Yes,” you answer softly looking up at him with bright teary eyes big grin on your lips.

“I mean you don’t have to answer that I can ask better in a different way something more… Wait… what did you say?” shock has him stuttering with mouth hanging open.

In such a state it gave you the leverage to push Steve onto his back and prop yourself on an elbow staring down into his wide baby blues. “I said yes Steve, yes I’ll marry you.”

He doesn’t say anything more, just kisses you senseless pushing the both of you back into the bed where he hovers over you wearing a goofy grin. “You sure? You’re not just pulling my leg?” fear crosses those beautiful eyes of his.

Cupping both cheeks smile still firmly in place, “Yes I’m sure and no I’m not pulling your leg. I would never do something like that Steve you know that.”

“I do but I had to be sure,” kissing you one last time before getting out of bed buck naked to his top dresser drawer pulling a small blue velvet box from the confines.

Siting up on your knees watching while he comes back to bed opening the little box to show a simple princess cut ruby set in a silver band. “Oh Steve it’s beautiful,” tears fill your eyes as he takes your hand pulling the ring from its velvet confines to slip it on your finger kissing the knuckle.

“Your more beautiful than any treasures of this world,” leaning in to kiss you softly.

“Such a sweet talker you are Steve,” giggling against his mouth as you pull him back into bed. The two of you getting comfortable your eyes straying to the ring on your finger then up to his eyes. “I love you Steve so very much.”

Shit eating grin on his lips, “I know princess…ow,” having smacked his stomach for his cheek. Steve takes that hand holding it to his heart. “I love you to Y/N.”

#kate’s cards against humanity challenge #Steve Rogers x Reader #Steve Rogers x you #Steve Rogers x Y/N #Steve x Reader #Steve x You #Steve x Y/N #Steve Rogers Fiction #Steve Rogers smut

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marcosoropoet · 7 years ago

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Lemon Cake ~

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As silent, screened double agent doppelgangers entering the liquid police rolled and navigated by the sun when you walk very gently you will see and define the desire to rise above grey rocks and sedimentary boulders, to hit and get cracked gardenia candle-flash hit of reminding flesh, the delicacy and myth. But if you storm through me, and stampede, you will be messing with me and lovely laundry takes great pleasure in you our lovely wet customer. I'll fall far to the other side of the room, and the screened double agent doppelgangers were entering volcano freeze-hold. perfume zoom flipping through cymbals erupt in metallic sonic splash of street festival band playing in fragrant steam of food. Hot sun in sparkling eyes. My dogfoot bathtub fills with ocean water, and reflects a useless boring world. Second-hand smoke and cracked mirrors. gallons of tutti-frutti body-wash explode from the tv screen. As silent, screened double agent doppelgangers entering the zero dome court, are announced in digital voice. I don't talk so loud because nobody cares, and soft yellow applause is a very small yellow bird, which gives me clunky goosebumps. anonymous content. white eyes, red sun.youtube.time jumps and dilates... Can we cut a deal? I look upon the wavering reflection of my face in the pool of crushed light and abandoned darkness. I'll cry stone tree myth, for every glittering blackeye unguent. There I see myself so close to the eye it causes hallucinatory thought-speech. Knocking. Why hello there"!" fake af, I'm bringing you a lemon cake, since I found out that you had just moved in today. Uh-huh, yeah (turns around and points) right there across the street, uh-huh, r i g h t t h e r e.

#lemon cake #marcos oro #abstract poetry #surreal collage poetry

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hardman5509 · 7 years ago

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Zuzi’s Self-Delight

FOR @atomictiki

HAPPY BIRTHDAY

Zuzi had seen and done a great amount of things in her long lifetime. She had been to many far parts of the universe, fought and/or slept with a great amount of lifeforms, piloted a large variety of ships of all sizes and powers, tested out a armory-worth of weapons…and yet…and YET…

…this had to be the greatest thing she ever laid her eyes on.

In front of her stood the latest model in the Master-Rocket starships: the Robin Hood 20XX. This sucker had a flawless-motion warp drive: it was guaranteed to never shudder once during any amount of travel. The drive also collected and stored dark matter as fuel, so it wouldn’t require many stops to refuel. It also had a system of nano-bots to check the various onboard systems at all times to make sure that nothing would ever go wrong

And the cost was only about ten times the amount of money that Zuzi had ever made in her entire life.

She really had only one choice if she wanted it.

Steal it!

Zuzi, with little money she had left with her, waited at a café nearby the starship dealership for night to fall. Thankfully, it didn’t take too long, she might have become a hipster in this snobby café. At least it had good coffee and biscuits. Next time, drive-though only.

With the dealership shutting down, Zuzi got into gear. She zipped through the crowds of people all trying to go back home for the night, zapped through the security systems of the dealership and zopped…whatever the meaning of zopped is, she did it alright.

And luckily for her, the dealership was the stupid kind: leaving all the vehicles not only fully fueled and charged, no locks on any ships (Not even a simple chain), and the most imbecilic of decisions ever made…they left the keys on a nice cheap hotel key-rack. Zuzi took a second to consider if it could be a trap…and took the key regardless.

No alarms, no tripwires, no blaring alarms, no guard-dogs, no explosive devices going off, no bear-traps…nuthin’! Zuzi scoffed. She could have done this during the day and at most she would have received a harsh word…or two. Three, if she were unlucky.

But no! Today is her lucky day! She had the greatest ship in all of universe! Right here, right now! Nothing is impossible for her! With a hearty laugh, she stabbed the key into the ignition, gave it a twist worthy of a tornado, and the engine…

…stalled.

Zuzi put on a silly smile as nothing happened. She gave it a twist. The engine whirred but failed to start. She continued to twist and turn the key over and over again, but the result always ended up being the same. The engine refused to turn over and allow her to drive the ship out of the dock.

“Going somewhere?”

Zuzi’s heart sank into her stomach upon hearing the words. Turning around, she spotted several uniformed soldiers all waiting for her…and pointing some nasty-looking weapons straight at her head. The leader of this sting operation moved in closer to Zuzi while spinning a pair of hand-cuffs around her finger. She had to have strong fingers

“Out?” Zuzi nervously chuckled as she pointed to the open door.

“We knew you couldn’t resist taking the Robin Hood.” The leader commented as she used her free hand to yank Zuzi out of the driver’s seat. “The dealership agreed to strip down their security to catch ‘ya.”

“You got me.” Zuzi sighed and held her arms out, ready to be cuffed. She looked down to get a better look at the handcuffs. Simple, Earth-design cuffs; iron and nickel with a easy-to-pick keyhole. But as the cuffs were slapped on, Zuzi had to add in one more thing:

“Do you have anything for my arms?”

The leader shook her head in shock before taking a step back. “Excuse me?” She spluttered out.

“I said, do you have anything to hold down my arms?” Zuzi moved her arms up and down like a cheap robot toy. “I…I might break these cuffs!” She used her strength to put on a fake show. She couldn’t really break the cuffs, but she could make it like she could. The leader, already spooked by Zuzi’s previous comment, looked incredibly worried.

“Uh…” She drolled out. “Johnson!” A soldier in the back saluted her. “Digistruct the arm cuffs!”

Zuzi had to use all of her strength this time to resist smiling as the soldiers approached her with these giant galvanized metal arm clamp. These were nice and tight…just like what she loved. But this weren’t enough for Zuzi. She threw on a nice and demonic sounding laugh, further spooking the soldiers. One looked ready to drop his weapon…and the contents of his last meal.

“Fools!” Zuzi chortled, arching her back for a good evil measure. “Now that my arms are bound, my legs have gained great power! I can summon…earthquakes! Typhoons! Dogs and cats from the sky!” She continued to make with the insane laugh to continue terrifying the soldiers. And it worked, as Johnson started to build a pair of even thicker metal legs bands. By the size of them, those suckers would hold down a titan!

“Slap them on her…” The leader choked out. “…and let’s take the ship back to headquarters. We won’t be able to move her…”

Zuzi really was at her limit. Any second, she would break out into laughter as she got laid onto the ground and the bands were slapped on. Ooh! They completely immobilized her, but without cutting blood circulation! She needed to get one of her own for fun time

But she felt something is missing. Something that would complete the entire ensemble.

“But as my mouth will create sonic waves…”

“GAG HER, GAG HER!”

“If you going to…” Zuzi let out a little snicker. “…make sure it’s a ball. Otherwise I can rip off any tape…”

Johnson groaned as he had to digiconstruct a ball-gag. Apparently he wasn’t into roughplay. Zuzi couldn’t resist, and let out a tiny giggle as the ball-gag got strapped on. She gave the ball a good lick, making Johnson jump back. “Oh g-god.” He stammered. “She’s into this.”

The leader sighed and fell into the chair. “Great. Great. Job well done, fellas. We’ve successfully captured and tied down a notorious criminal into BDSM.” She looked disgusted with herself

Zuzi, meanwhile, couldn’t be any more happier. Getting out of jail would take a bit of time, but it didn’t matter. She didn’t have the spanking new ship, but she had found the most comfortable and tightening bonds she ever been in. And now her current plan: escape jail and take these nice big clamps with her…

#Zuzi #happy birthday

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