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I've just read AND watched the Great Gatsby and i will never shut up about it

[333sturns]

strangers to lovers (3)

“ITS CUTE”

with the help of his older brother, nick, matt decides to step out of his comfort zone . . .

warnings: inappropriate language

this chapter was kinda ass but thats ok

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matt blankly stared at his phone screen as if an answer would pop right at him. he let out a sigh before throwing his phone down next to him.

“fuck.”

he hopped onto his feet and hesitatingly walked over to his older brothers room. “nick?” he said, almost at a whisper as he gave the door a gentle knock. nick was quick to open the door with a smile.

“yeahhp?” nick examined matts face before giving him a sign to walk in and sit. shutting the door behind him.

“come in,”

matt walked in and sat onto his bed while he fidgeted with his fingers. he didnt know why it happened to be so difficult for him, but it just was.

“i just—“

“ah let me stop you real quick, is this about that girl? if so, i need to know more about her. i dont even know her name for fucks sake.”

matt smiled awkwardly with that same feeling of his cheeks beginning to burn up again.,he reached over for nicks phone beside him and searched quickly for your instagram.

“thi—mm—this is her.” matt muttered. clearing his throat mid sentence.

nick gave your instagram a few looks here and there, nodding his head in approval. the smile fiercely tugging at the corner of his lips. “oh shes stunning matt!”

“yeah. i know.”

nick sat down next to to matt and wrapped his arm around his shoulder. pulling him into a tight side hug. “what are you so worried about then?” nick watched closely at matts movements, studying them intently.

“i dunno, i just dont know what to say and she’ll probably take advantage of me and i’ll just get all sad after and—! shit-sorry.” he looked over at nick who had a frown plastered all over his face. he then shook his head and comforted matt by rubbing his shoulder gently.

“oh matt.., you never really know what’ll happen until you decide to make the first move. if you really like aaliyah, then dont miss out on this opportunity. just go for it. me and chris will always be here for you; no matter what.”

matt felt the embarrassment completely disappear from his body from nicks affirmation. giving him a sense of the comfort and reassurance that he needed. “i love you, nick.” matt mumbled. “love you too matt.”

after a few minutes of talking, matt gave nick one last hug before he walked back to his room. he gently shut the door on his way in before jumping back onto his bed.

he grabbed his phone and took a deep breath before opening instagram. he searched intensely for your profile and zoned out for a while before hitting the ‘message’ button.

< aaliyah lacerow 📞

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Hi aaliyah

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matt smiled to himself to calm down, realizing that theres no going back now. the message was already sent and he’d just look stupid if deleted it.

matt could feel his heart almost pop out of his chest when he saw the chat bubble pop up after what felt like centuries. he waited for your response impatiently as his fingers hovered over his keyboard.

“ohmygodohmygod”

HI??!!

is this real omg

Of course

How are you?

absolutely amazing !!!!!!

because of you

how are you

Im good

Youre quite expressive arent you?

you couldn’t help but blush at matts message. you subconsciously smiled from ear to ear and placed your phone down for a second to try and process everything. squealing out in joy as you were quick to type back,

i guess so

sorryyyy sjdkdjcjd

Dont be, its cute :)

oh my god ?!!?!!

you felt your body heat up in a matter of seconds. having to turn your phone off completely and breathe.

“so this is really happening..!!!”

“my god shes adorable.”

matt chuckled at your response while shutting off his phone. placing it aside on his drawer as he smiled to himself. he felt the nervousness from earlier wash away from his system. now, feeling flustered and queasy.

he finally got one of the difficult parts out of the way, so.. what’ll he do next?

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[accidentally-in-fictional-love]

Happy Birthday David Dastmalchian 🎂🎉🎁🎈

To celebrate, I'm stealing borrowing from my friend's @polkadotjohnson amazing idea of making a Top 10 Loved/Hottest roles of his, with an honourable mention for both~ Here's 30 of my most adored characters of his with little snippets for each, it's a looooong read, and if anyone else wants to make their own, here's a tierlist I made for this exact purpose 💗💗💗

10.

💘 Love of my Life - Dr Fearless

My cringefail boyfriend, I love every single headcanon I hear about him. He was so damn cute even before I fell in love, and now every time I see him I start giggling and kicking my feet lol 😚 I adore how much fun DD has with him, and honestly I’m gunna dress as a vampire for Halloween this year /)w(\ been like 20+ years but I really really wanna do it!

🔥 Hottest Role - Whistling Marauder (Bird Box)

Mother of mercy. We rewatched the whole movie just for him, so naturally he shows up near the end and then died ;w; but that outfit, holy hell. Oh my god. I’m such a sucker for bad boys and this guy is going around forcing people to stare at this eldrich being that’ll destroy you or drive you mad. And he looks goddamn great while doing it. Gunna attach myself to the chain on his jeans. Okay I’m normal again, what a way to start off the list lmao

❣️ Honourable Mention - Luke (Singled Out)

Douchebag. Shitty brother who’s also great if only to save his own ass. Thief. Pure idiot. Irresistible. I knew the moment I saw the clips on youtube that he would so be my type, and seeing the full pilot only proved that. Dude picked a burger over getting his sister, he would treat me so wrong half the time, but then he’d make me waffles and it’d be all better 😊

9.

💘 Love of my Life - The Writer (Making Love)

This one breaks my heart so much. I’ve been in a relationship like this before, and I really want to save him from his. He’s beautiful, he’s talented, his outfit is hot as hell with all the rings and bracelets and necklaces, not to mention the undone shirt buttons, he’s got the emo bangs, he is the complete package for me. The only reason he isn’t higher is because I fell for many others first. I almost never watched this one because my brain was going haywire trying to imagine what kinda scenes I’d find in something with a title like that, and sure enough my face was so red the entire time since I watched with headphones and it starts with him whispering right in my ear, like him asking, ‘Do you love me?’ nearly made me cry, I love him so much. If I could bring specifically him to life I would love the hell outta him until he stopped needing such a painful, self-destructive fake love with the Woman QwQ

❣️ Honourable Mention - Nick (Love is an Elevator)

This one is just a silly little guy /)w(\ right from the start he’s so adorable, I would melt if anything even close to his interaction happened to me, and him just swooning and saying she was beautiful before bailing in tears is so me-coded TwT I would love to go out on a date with him!

🔥 Hottest Role - Abra Kadabra (The Flash)

Abra was so tricky to place because I love him, but as soon as I remembered his buckle outfit from his second episode I knew he had to go under Hot. Like, again, I’m so weak. I love his attitude, I love how he just wants that applause for his showmanship, his ‘powers’ are cool as hell, and DD has the wand in his home now and I think that’s so damn cool 😊 The reveal with him wanting to bring back his alternate timeline family was so sweet I almost cried, and he definitely didn’t deserve to be killed out so instantly right after his redemption. Not even a fan/watcher of the show, but in my head I’m having Flash warn him about it since he’s from the future, so he’s fine now 😌

8.

💘 Love of my Life - James Lewis (Teacher)

James was also incredibly difficult to place because I love him so much ;w; The entire movie I was rooting for him, guy did nothing wrong in the face of what was going on around him, and granted he did take things too far, but… villains are hot 😳 so I won through that entire movie. And he lived! And kept getting to teach! I remember I pointed at the screen when he was putting books away cause that’s my job lol I felt truly close to him in that short moment 😂 Anyway, Arabella didn’t deserve him, like she wasn't into it from the moment they met, every single time he talked she would do this 😬 guy was going through hell and was very clearly in a bad place all around, I can’t fault him for drunkenly saying the wrong thing if it were me, even if it did really hurt me. Gunna give him a new wedding ring to put on when he gets outta prison.

❣️ Honourable Mention - Hector (Premature)

He’s so cute!!! I may be weak for villains, but I adore his sweeter roles as well, I’m so glad I got to see him. If I moved to a new city and he was my neighbour I’d know I’d be okay, because honestly he needs to be my roommate like yesterday. A chef who’s afraid to cook because of OCD, I’m sure he’d be able to help me with my own cooking from a safe distance, and I already have some practice as my sibling has OCD and is very strict about how her food is handled, so I’ll have come full circle. I just need to make him more okay with cuddles first…

🔥 Hottest Role - Denham (A Killer of Men)

Denham was another one that was hard to place, because that axe twirls makes me insane, but with what little screentime he gets it all evens out. Another great villain, he’s just senseless violence in a bloody wedding dress and he works it. Love the look, love the vibe, if the world ended and the whole gang was coming at me I’d be honoured if he was the one who got me (I swear I’m not that deranged lmao just thirsty)

7.

💘 Love of my Life - Simon Lynch (Almost Human)

Even now I feel like Simon should be higher, especially since I’ve written my fic about him as well as my deep dive. I’ve said it before but my heart really went out to him, the deep dive says way more than I can fit it here, which probably means he should be higher lol so give that (and maybe the fic too 👉👈😌) a read if you haven’t already, all my love for him went into both.

❣️ Honourable Mention - James Harris (The Employer)

Another adorable character, the bar flashbacks had me blushing every time. We all knew it’d be him, but I’m so glad he pulled through at the end. I want this one to be happy, especially after everything he went through. Absolutely cutiepie, gunna be the one to pay for his dinner after he gets home 😊

🔥 Hottest Role - Dwight Pollard (Gotham)

Since I go into all of his roles blind, I had no idea what to expect for this one, but from the start I was hooked. Having him be a crazed cult leader with the biggest, most feral smile and laugh ever stole my heart the things I would let this man do to me sakndskjds I liveblogged his eps to a friend of mine who’s seen Gotham and has been trying to get me to watch it for ages cause I love DC, so she was thrilled as I sat here screaming about everything leading up to his ending :’D I’ve gotten some encouragement to write him, so when I do it’s gunna be so insane I’ll have to tag the hell outta it lmao (btw making these gifs nearly killed me oh my god I need him)

6.

💘 Love of my Life - Joshua Whitmore (Cass)

All the pain I went through trying to get this movie was worth it because it all led to him. I love him, I adore him, I’m so incredibly glad that so many others got to see him and love him too thanks to my trials and tribulations. DD’s only artist role, I got to connect with him on a personal level not shared with the others, and my desire to make sure he’s safe and taken care of is so strong that I wrote 26k about him, they’re two of my most favourite things I’ve ever written. I’ve thrown the ending of the movie out and completely placed it with my own, which can be found in my fics, and until Hugh Schulze DMs me personally and tells me what his vision was, that’s what I’m sticking with forever. So rest easy, he’s free from New York and buyers and dealers and the street and he’s safe and happy and painting again ;w;

❣️ Honourable Mention - Thomas Schiff (The Dark Knight)

The OG, a lot of people’s first roles of his, including mine. I remember seeing this movie in theaters when it came out so that means I saw him up there, on the big screen, and something about him stuck around in my brain until I finally realized my love QwQ Even if he isn’t as fleshed out in my mind to make the actual list, I still needed to include him in some way, I hope he got placed somewhere that wasn't Arkham after Batman stepped in.

🔥 Hottest Role - Cam (Relaxer)

I will never watch Relaxer again. Couldn’t even do it while I was making his scenepack cause so many horrible things happen to Abbie I couldn’t take it. But Cam, oh my god, I need this man. Someday I wanna write this huge fic about the reader trying to date him, and there’s no redemption. He’s still terrible at the end. But that’s what we all love about him, how shitty he is and how the potential is there for him to make us all worse. He sucks, but in the best way, and I kinda need him to maybe bully me please 😳 (making that first gif nearly made me blackout why is he doing pushups)

5.

💘 Love of my Life - Bob Taylor (Prisoners)

When I started adding names to my list of men I loved, Bob wasn't even on it at first I think, despite liking him in the movie. Then I saw more with him and added him to crushes. Now I’m fully in love with him, and he breaks my heart every single day. He was hurting for so long, even when we were watching I couldn’t place the blame on him while the rest of my family were convinced just like Loki that he was the one, but no matter what I couldn’t. The second I saw his sweet smile I told them there was no way it was him, and sure enough I was right. Another character who didn’t deserve what happened to him, I’ve been slowly helping him with my headcanons, but in my personal queue I have a fic planned for him and he will have no more sad days when I do 😭 I also have a bunny plush I’d had for years, my dad bought it for me and it’s been sitting on my bed ever since, and when I’m sad I hold it and pretend Bob gave it to me, it’s honestly got me through some much needed therapy because if he could go about his day with that kind of trauma then I could be brave and call about my own mental health :’)

❣️ Honourable Mention - Lonny Crane (The Belko Experiment)

This one’s a bit of a double whammy, cause I love him, but the switch to violence had me staring 👀 Either way, he didn’t deserve his death, but since it is a killing game type movie he was doomed from the start, at least his seemed instant 🥺 Someday I’ll write a fixit for him too, it was just too much for him back to back to back, he really didn’t deserve his final moments to have him as a villain even though I would really love to be lifted up like that aklskjdskds okay I’m normal again

🔥 Hottest Role - Ray Watkins (The Rookie)

Have you seen this man? No really, have you seen him? The twirl, the shirt lifting on his hips, the cold but also fun villainy, the nonchalance to mask the cruelness underneath. I need him. This one is not a Want, he is a Need and I need him. I hope that he gets to come back in the future to fully wrap up his plot along with the cop’s plot, pleasepleaseplease, otherwise I will die unsatisfied.

4.

💘 Love of my Life - Kurt Goreshter (Ant-Man 1-2)

I believe he might’ve been the second role I’d ever seen, but only after I really got into the MCU after Endgame. I skipped Ant-Man in my original watches, since I was mostly just into the Avengers and Cap (mainly Bucky lol) in general, but when I finally did a full marathon I really enjoyed the first movie. Cannot remember my feelings for him now since it’s been about 4 years, but I do know when I went back to rewatch in March I fell the second I saw him 🥰 the hair, the accent, the outfit AGAIN, and those hand tattoos, this is another Perfect Man. My crush on him is incredibly strong, it told me that yeah I was really starting to fall for DD (at that point I’d just seen Demeter a few times, and then Oppenheimer on accident) and it officially kicked off my marathon that eventually led me to my collection I have today. 

❣️ Honourable Mention - Lester Billings (The Boogeyman)

My family actually watched this without me way before my crush began, so when I saw he was in it I just had to finally sit down and watch it myself. Cue me hurriedly typing to my sibling when he showed up lol this man is SAD! He’s so beautiful and sad, I just wanna make a new family with him (I would be a parent for him, that’s the extent of my love) so he can be happy again. I love the backstory I made up for him way more than the original story, sorry Stephen King but you made him awful and I don’t want that one. I’m gunna save this man and he WILL smile again, that’s a Ray Guarantee.

🔥 Hottest Role - The Vampire (Cora)

Now, to start, this one falls prey to Very Bad Writing Choices. I will not deny that. Like, even with the allegory of the whole thing (that I did not see cause I just saw a short vampire story honestly) it's very much Not Good. But that’s why I’m removing him from the short and keeping him. In fact, go read polkadotjohnson’s fics on him, they’re fantastic and I adore how she wrote him. I someday wish to do my own, because otherwise everyone who can’t look past the Very Bad Writing Choices are getting straight up robbed of this one. Those double fangs need to introduce themselves to my neck pronto, you see what I’m saying? He’s so goddamn hot, DD needs to play a very serious vampire role again so everyone can see the Vision, he wants to do it, I need to win the lottery so I can fund this movie myself, that’s my new life’s goal.

3.

💘 Love of my Life - Jack Delroy (Late Night With the Devil)

The first movie I saw in theaters after my crush began! My friend saw him in a tweet about it and linked me to it so I thought it was already out, but I ended up having to wait two weeks and it nearly killed me ;w; I went in completely blind, which is good cause the trailer spoils so many great shots unfortunately, and the entire time I was swooning. Like, I usually whisper to my sibling during movies if we have comments, we’re very talkative at home when we watch stuff, but this time I was just sitting there staring with hearts in my eyes without pause. I’m in love with this man, plain and simple, I’m so glad I was able to get to see it since it didn’t come to the theater closest, we had to drive an hour away and when dad joked about me paying for the tickets since I was the one who wanted to see it, I did in a heartbeat. I wanted to see it again, but it was only there a couple weeks, so by the time I was able to go it was gone and I’m still upset about it. I’d sell my soul for this man, I love writing for him so much, I’m so glad my crush on Wojchek bloomed just in time for me to see this.

❣️ Honourable Mention - Hank (Virgin Alexander)

I avoided this one at first because the trailer was making me cringe and I was going crazy over what kinda sexy awkward role he’d have in it, but I was pleasantly surprised in the end. I think the movie is actually cute, despite some stuff still making me cringe, and Hank is literally the most perfect boyfriend. If he showed up randomly in my life I would date him in a second, hands down. He’s so shaped like a friend, I know I’d always have fun with him even when we’re not Having Fun, and that’s all you can ever ask for in a relationship 😊

🔥 Hottest Role - Breck Montanari (Double Black)

Okay first of all I gave him that last name. Second of all, I wrote 70k about this man and I am so in love with him that I own him now. I’ve taken him from Sara Woomer, he’s mine now. He has a full past, gave him a future and a partner, there’s no way I couldn’t have fallen in love with him. Unfortunately that fic will never be shared as it’s private, but know that, again, until Sara Woomer DMs me personally and shares everything else about this world, this is my new canon for him. And the cult. And the entire area where he lives. And several of the members. And the new Double Black who was such a chill dude that I made my bff love him too. This is my secret legacy. He only lost out to my #2 because there’s no way he couldn’t be my #2.

2.

💘 Love of my Life - Wojchek (The Last Voyage of the Demeter)

The reason I finally learned his name QwQ I went into this movie blind, dad really wanted to see it and I love horror so I went with him, and the second I saw him I said, ‘Oh that guy! I know that guy!’ since by then I’d seen Kurt and Abner a few years earlier and vaguely remembered him. I spent the whole movie then dreading his end thanks to the opening lines, and I’m pretty sure I quietly yelled at the screen when he fell and then got got after praying he’d be okay TwT After Abner, he’s the first DD role I ever shipped with, and when my crush officially restarted I ended up writing my entire plot for him and Addy that night before bed. I love him so much, he’s my jolly sailor bold who stole my heart by crying over the thought of having to lose his home. He’ll forever own a special place in my heart because of all this, I can’t imagine anyone else taking this spot.

🔥 Hottest Role - Murdoc (MacGyver 2016)

Murdoc was the first TV role of his I checked out after I saw as many movies as I could that interested me (mostly all the ones on Prime sans a couple, my collection was very very small by then) and the moment I saw him be mentioned I was ready to go. The Alice in Wonderland vague text, running and then getting shocked before falling two floors, showing up with that hair, I was not prepared for everything else they were about to throw at me. Murdoc is one of my most favourite characters now, he’s so much fun, I adore everything about him, I’ve only edited with him twice and written him once, but I need to do both so much more! This one is hot as fuck, he’s adorable, he loves his son, he’s got tools, he’s utterly sadistic, he’s a silly little guy. This is another Perfect Man, I cannot wait to decide on his plot with Addy because there’s too many fun possibilities I honestly might just make multiple.

❣️ Honourable Mention - Willy Cunningham (The Domestics)

Now… you might all be thinking… why the hell is this guy a #2 honourable mention in the face of all the others… and the answer is… I’m a freak 😀 I’ll never say, but my eyes were opened to him, and my god, I will literally never be the same. I just need him and that insanely feral energy okay, lemme have this.

1.

💘 Love of my Life - Abner Krill (The Suicide Squad)

The love that started it all, I think I fell for him the moment he walked outta his cell and got teased. The love I feel for him goes so deep, it only compares to one other, and whenever I work on my plot for him and Addy I always get choked up. The ultimate one who didn’t deserve what he got, I actually refused to watch the movie again after he died, straight up did not watch until my marathon started, and as soon as I saw him in that cell it all came back. I instantly fell back in love with him, and thus his Addy plot has the most love put into it to make sure he’s happy and safe. I thought that maybe there’d be another to win my heart as my marathon grew, but nope he’s still there sharing it with my other #1, and seeing him can instantly bring a smile to my face no matter how I’m feeling. 

After the movie I read the trivia again and my crush on DD himself began, so it’s all thanks to him and Wojchek that I’ve met the people I know today and have created so many things in such a short time. When I hit my lowest low in years I just sat at my desk and held the funko I have of him and just cried it all out, and it honestly helped me get out of that spiral. Thanks to him I now have a Polka-Dot Man collection (still missing one figure and maybe a signed print and poster 👉👈🥰) and if I could get a plushie of him to join the ton I already have I’d buy him in a second. Maybe someday, if I have any courage, I’ll bring my funko or something to a con where DD is attending and get it signed, either him or my other #1, and I’ll cherish it forever.

❣️ Honourable Mention - Jude (Animals)

Like all the others, I went into this movie completely blind. I didn’t know DD wrote it or its significance to him until after it was over and the credits rolled. So the entire time I was watching I was falling in love with him, he was so incredibly my type in the moments he was actually happy that it’s insane, I spent the whole movie just saying how much I would date him in better circumstances. We were sadly betting which one of them was going to die as things just got worse, me and my sibling were watching so miserably, and then we were rewarded with a happy ending despite the bittersweetness. And then the credits rolled, after me repeatedly wondering why he’d accept a role like this after knowing at least about his addiction and it all fell into place. I haven’t been able to watch again so far now that I know a lot of what happened to Jude also happened to him, it breaks my heart too much, but I still love him deep down and I hope he was also able to heal after the credits rolled.

🔥 Hottest Role - Johnson (Reprisal)

Tied for first with Abner as the ultimate love of my life and claiming this one all to himself, Johnson is the Most Perfect Man. Literally, no other DD role can top him in my heart aside from Abner. I honestly almost skipped Reprisal entirely because the promo image on his imdb didn’t grab me (I’m such a fake fan I’m so ashamed of myself), but when I was done with everything else and wanted to see more, I downloaded it without ep9 since he wasn't in it, and started watching. What followed next was me falling so in love with the show that I spent forever trying to get that missing episode back from near dead torrents cause I needed to watch it even though he wasn't in it. Reprisal is my Roman Empire, I am constantly thinking about it and him and Matty, not just for my fic but just because I love it all so fucking much. 

Johnson himself is so fascinating, I’m incredibly in love with him and everything about him, he’s unlike any other role DD has played that there’s a complete disconnect in my mind, he’s just Johnson. He’s so goddamn hot I missed out on literally everything the first round because I was watching him so hard, Matty and Ethan were nonexistent to me and I’m madly in love with Matty now so let that sink in, and when I rewatched it immediately after with my parents it was like I was watching for the first time. I’m loving writing for him (and Matty and Ethan of course) so much that my thoughts go back to him daily, and it almost always includes me being on the verge of tears because of how insanely good this script is and how these boys bring me so much joy while also shattering my heart. 

Making the gif below no joke did make me cry like this show is my greatest weakness right now you guys don't even understand how much it and Johnson mean to me.

I need to edit more for him and them and the show in general, if I had endless money and all the confidence in the world I would truly fund this show single handedly so it can finish the way it was supposed to. I’m so mad at Hulu for giving me the greatest love(s) of my life before taking him away years before I’d ever know him, with no physical media or merch to at least collect to numb the pain. At some point I need to get some promo pics printed out as actual posters, I need this show on my wall so I can always see him.

[anonsturniolo]

Lie to girls ✧₊⁺

A small (kinda) blurb of situationship!chris x reader ✧₊⁺

Don’t swear on your mom

That it’s the first drink that you’ve had in like a month

After a long day, I found myself driving towards Chris' house. I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding once I put my car in park. I made my way towards the front door, having it open for me before I even knocked. Nick took half a step outside, shaking his head once he saw me.

"Good luck." He mumbled to me as he walked past, making me briefly close my eyes, mentally preparing myself for whatever the fuck I was walking into.

I walk up the stairs slowly, instantly spotting Chris who was sat on the couch, some animated tv show playing loudly. My eyes flicker towards the coffee table, an endless amount of beer cans scattered across the surface.

I instantly regretted even coming, but Chris was quicker than I was. He was on his feet and wrapping his arms around me for a tight hug. He swore on his mom that it was the first drink he'd had in like a month.

"Yeah, right," I scoffed, rolling my eyes. "You said the same thing last week." Chris moved us to the couch, my bag carelessly dropping to the floor. He nearly tugged me onto his lap, his warm breath fanning against my neck.

Chris smirked, taking a sip of his drink. "What, you don't believe me?"

"Not for a second," I replied, scrunching my nose in disgust as the smell of beer flooded my senses from our close proximity.

No, don’t say it was just an isolated incident that happened once

There’s no need to pretend

The atmosphere was thick with tension, and I could barely hold back my frustration any longer. Finally, I turned to him, my voice trembling.

"Chris, I know about her," I said, my eyes locking onto his. "I know you've been cheating on me."

Chris's face paled for a moment before he quickly composed himself. "What are you talking about?" he replied, a hint of annoyance creeping into his voice. "You're being paranoid, not to mention, we aren't even dating."

"Don't try to gaslight me," I snapped, feeling a surge of anger. "I saw the messages, Chris. I know everything."

He sighed, rubbing his temples as if I were the one causing him a headache. "Look, you're blowing this out of proportion. It was just a mistake. It didn't mean anything."

"A mistake?" I echoed, my voice rising. "You betrayed me, Chris. How can you stand there and act like it's nothing?"

Chris took a step closer, his expression softening. "I know I messed up, but you have to believe me when I say it won't happen again. I think I love you."

I shook my head, tears welling up in my eyes. "Love isn't supposed to hurt like this, Chris. I don't know if I can trust you anymore."

The weight of his actions hung heavily between us, and for the first time, I saw the cracks in our relationship that I had been trying so hard to ignore.

I’ve never seen an ugly truth that I can’t bend

To something that looks better

"I've always been able to twist even the ugliest truths into something that looks better," I said, my voice wavering as I looked at Chris. "But this time, I can't. Your betrayal is too glaring to ignore."

Chris sighed, his eyes filled with regret. "I know I messed up, but can't we find a way to move past this?"

I shook my head, feeling a lump form in my throat. "Some truths can't be bent or beautified, Chris. They just have to be faced head-on. And this... this is one of those truths."

My body shook with silent cries as Chris fell to his knees, resting his head against my stomach, preventing me from walking out of his life.

"Please don't leave me. I can do better, please." He softly cried into my shirt, his hands holding my back in place.

I’m stupid, but I’m clever

Yeah, I can make a shitshow look a whole lot like forever and ever

"I may be stupid, but I'm clever," I said, my voice firm with determination.

"I can make a shitshow look a whole lot like forever and ever. Even if you're not ready, Chris, you're still mine. No matter how chaotic things get or how much you push me away, I'll always find a way to hold on to you." I tell him sternly, watching the way his smile slowly starts to fade.

"Because deep down, I know we belong together, and I'm not giving up on us, not now, not ever. Remember when you stormed off to the locker room after losing that game? I was there to comfort you, to remind you that you're not alone. That's what I'll keep doing, Chris, because you're worth it, and so are we."

"You might not see it now, but one day you'll understand that no one will ever fight for you the way I do. And until that day comes, I'll be right here, holding on to the belief that we are meant to be." I finish my rant, watching as Chris sits up in bed, running a hand through his hair.

"Nothing to say? After I put my fucking heart on the line like that?" I scoff, feeling the tears being to build up in my eyes. I turn to leave but I'm stopped by Chris' hand circling around my wrist.

"You're mine as much as I'm yours, baby."

[if-i-was-a-cucumber]

my love for mew | only friends

to be absolutely frank, i was super hesitant to make this post because i’m a bit shy to make only friends (2023) content.

this is mostly because of its explicit nature? everyone on the planet has known that this is the Sexy Show™ (at least everyone in the bl community) and i’m very squeamish with that sort of thing. i’ve only been tentatively watching the show because i know it’s definitely going to be a mark on the community, just because of how popular it already is, but as a somewhat sex-repulsed asexual i sort of only started watching it because i knew it was making some sort of history, even if as just a small blip.

but omg i was wrong. on so many levels. and maybe i’ll make a post about the other levels someday, but for this one i want to talk about how wrong i was about specifically MEW.

1. mew as a character - my first impressions

six main characters in only friends, right? top, mew, sand, ray, boston, nick. basically everyone in this show has a “thing” about their except for mew. top is a sort-of asshole who sleeps around; boston is an even bigger asshole (like HUGE) who sleeps around even more, except he’s less rich; nick is kinda cute in personality but is actually a bit deranged; ray is needy and spoiled but everyone lets him get away with it; sand is responsible and tired of everyone’s bullshit, even his love interest to an extent.

but mew? since the beginning, all we ever got was “virgin.” he’s innocent, sexually pure. that really didn’t do it for me — meaning it didn’t intrigue me. i was fully prepared to go in and come out of this show with mew as my least favorite character, not because he was bad or evil or anything, but because he was boring. the worst crime you can commit in media is to be boring.

even his relationship with top, as the episodes progressed, was very bland. yes top was a cheater, but that didn’t quite affect mew’s characterization, other than that it reiterated that he was a little naïve in this field. great, more virgin mew. i just really wasn’t into this little perfect smart boy who’s never had sex before and is so sweet and innocent and kind to everyone that even his friend ray is in love with him.

there was a small beam of hope, though, in the episode 2 date with top. i liked his agency, i liked how he wasn’t so drawn in by top. and i especially liked the following line:

as quick as that hope came, though, it faded. that’s not what this post is about though, and i’ll get to it in a sec. for now:

2. book kasidet as an actor - my previous biases

before anyone says anything, this is not meant to be slander against book. the whole next section is talking about book specifically in the context of the characters he’s acted as before, not about him as a person. he is a great actor who portrays all of his characters exactly as they are. this is not really about him — the only real reason i’m bringing him into this is because he’s mew’s actor.

book’s only other main roles in a series have been as théo in enchanté (2022) and cher/laem in a boss and a babe (2023). which is amazing, considering how recently he debuted, but i digress. the point is, at least in the thai bl industry where i can probably recognize 80% of the actors in any given bl, who the actor is and especially who they have played in the past is really important to me when i watch a series.

forcebook has never quite been my cup of tea, in the least offensive way possible. i dropped enchanté on its first episode (because the plot annoyed me) and a boss and a babe on its second (i couldn’t get over the workplace unprofessionalism). i’ve never been super involved in the forcebook fandom, either. not to mention a part of force’s appeal is his physical sexiness and as an ace person, that really doesn’t appeal to me. what i’m trying to say is that i had no initiative nor care for either force or book as actors and had no previous attachment to them that would draw me to love their characters.

an example of this actor-bias working positively are a couple who are in this series: first and khaotung. the eclipse (2022) was one of my first ever bls and i absolutely adored it from start to finish. i rewatched it twice and have since gone through reoccurring phases of firstkhaotung obsession. and in only friends, sand and ray (played by firstkhaotung) are my favorite couple.

i won’t say this is strictly because first and khaotung portray them, because that’s not at all fair to how sand and ray are as their own individual characters and how much i love them as well. but i can’t say it doesn’t contribute.

an example of this actor-bias working extremely negatively was pond naravit from fish upon the sky (2021). i don’t know if i’ve mentioned it on this blog before or not but i have a very hate-love relationship with that series. for one, the approval of disgusting fan behavior icks me to no end and i can’t help but scream at mork in every scene of the later episodes; for two, mork’s disavowal of every one of pi’s rejections sends me to non-con city, without my consent. (and yes the above picture was taken out of context but mork deserves it.)

but on the other hand, for some god damned reason, i’ve rewatched the entire series not twice, but three times. but i’m digressing again. the point is that for a very long time, i refused to watch never let me go (2022) just because pond naravit was in it, and at the time, i thought i despised him because of how mork acted in fish upon the sky. of course i gave it a try and watched a pondphuwin interview or two and now i love him just as much as the next fan, but the actor-bias theory is real.

so, back to the original topic, a part of my initial dislike for mew was not only that his character was boring, but that i didn’t care enough for book kasidet as an actor or forcebook as a couple to carry me through that dislike. i really wanted mew to have personality, to have something special that differentiated him from a slab of cardboard, even if it was a negative trait.

3. the moment it all changed - only friends episode 6

the real meat of this post. the reason i’m posting any of this in the first place. it’s because i wanted to share the moment everything about my perceptions of mew as a character changed.

for a while i’d been thinking of mew as maybe a little more than the cardboard he appeared to be. he had some sense of agency, he wasn’t completely dependent on top, even if he did fall in love so soon. even if their romance had zero chemistry, at least mew was taking things on his own terms. i even supported him punching ray, at least in the context of creating character for mew, because that was something interesting that surprised me.

what really surprised me was THE SCENE. you all know what i’m talking about.

after mew’s birthday, after ray made a mess out of the whole thing and turned mew’s special day into a shitshow, after mew decided it’s okay and let’s spend sweet sexy time with my boyfriend, he pulls THIS:

AND WITH THAT SMIRK, HE PLAYS BOSTON AND TOP’S SEX TAPE RIGHT THEN AND THERE. I CAN’T TELL YOU HOW HARD I GASPED.

and then there was more.

their ENTIRE RELATIONSHIP DYNAMIC has changed. they’ve been building up the whole past 6 episodes of mew trying to be in charge but top always getting what he wants in the end, like with mew trying to take things slow but eventually he does sleep with top. mew having his own reservations about LASIK but top eventually convincing him to get it, making him physically vulnerable to top for an entire evening.

no matter how much agency mew is trying to garner himself, top always, ironically enough, ends up on top.

but here? right here? there’s no question about it. this whole evening, mew achieves the control he’s been trying to find throughout this entire relationship, and it comes in the form of his boyfriend fucking his best friend. you KNOW top has lost control because we’ve never seen him look so blank and powerless, have we?

but it gets better.

because mew wasn’t only in charge once he started playing the sex tape. he’s been affecting the mood of the scene since the beginning.

he hugs top when he enters the room and gives him a false sense of security. he even brings up ray. he lit that candle in the back just a moment ago. he’s literally and figuratively setting the tone for everything.

“when we fuck someone like boston, it’s hard to stop fucking them. don’t you think?”

top tries to isolate mew from ray again. he takes every chance he can get to insult him. and mew lets him believe that it’s working. (of course top’s insults also make sense in the context that ray was being an asshole that morning but we’re talking about mew’s characterization right now.)

and most linguistically of all to contribute to the change of atmosphere: mew is on top of top.

fangirls, fanboys, and fanneithers of the jury, i believe mew is moving up the ranks.

[ace-of-zaun]

The Wrong Place at the Wrong Time: pt. 1

Silco x f!reader - SFW

CW: swearing, threats, some violence, some injury, but nothing too serious

4.1k words

Summary: You meet Silco due to an unfortunate misunderstanding, but to your surprise, you’re not the only one who finds themselves kidnapped and bound to a chair…

A/N: this is kinda daft, but hopefully a fun read. enjoy a bit of sassy silco and just a hint of soft silco -elsie x

PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4 | PART 5 | PART 6 | PART 7 | PART 8

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The first time you met the King of the Undercity, you were in a dusty, old warehouse, tied to a chair, with a likely concussion given the way your head throbbed and your vision was blurred. It took you a few moments for your eyes to finally clear as you blinked slowly, trying to take in your surroundings the best you could. 

It had started out as a fairly average day for you. You’d worked a full shift at your boss’ market stall, selling various nick-nacks to the regular customers, fighting the urge to jump the table and throttle the rude ones – hell, you’d even sweet-talked one of them into buying an automatic egg separator that they definitely didn’t need. It wasn’t until after your shift, when you were walking back home to your shoddy, one-roomed apartment, that your day took a turn for the unexpected. 

You should have known something was up when you decided to take a brief detour to the docks but didn’t encounter a single dock-worker the entire time. In fact, it was eerily silent, up until the moment you passed a deserted loading bay and felt someone smack you on the back of the head with something dull and metallic. When you’d finally woken up, with the worst headache of your life and your stomach churning, you’d found yourself in your current predicament.

You tried to block your eyes from the, quite frankly offensive, light pouring through one of the windows where a loose board had fallen down from it. But your hands wouldn’t budge. A frown etched on your face, you looked down and realised exactly why your hands wouldn’t co-operate. They were tied behind you with some thick rope, arms looped around the back of the chair. Upon further inspection, you noticed that your ankles were also tied to the front two legs of the rickety wooden seat.

Your first reaction was to sigh. Thinking through the series of events at a later date, you decided that it must have been the concussion. Any sane person would have probably screamed or began to cry or at least tried to get out of this sudden entrapment. Of course, you weren’t feeling very sane at that particular point in time and in hindsight, the fact that you were about to meet the King of the Lanes made the whole situation infinitely more insane.

No, not in a million years would you have ever expected to meet the most dangerous man in the Undercity, on a miserable Tuesday, no less. Of course, you didn’t know it was the crime lord himself at the time, because if you had, you definitely wouldn’t have spoken aloud the first thing that popped in your head.

“Well, fuck me sideways, they could have at least asked before kidnapping and tying me up.”

“I dare say that asking beforehand would have rather defeated the point,” was the reply you heard from directly behind you, in a low, gravelly timbre.  

You hadn’t realised there was someone else in the room, so of course, your first instinct was to scream. In a panic, you tried to sharply turn to look at the man who had spoken, but quickly found that with the way you were tied to the chair, you couldn’t see much more than his shoulders that were covered by a sleek-looking coat.

“What are you doing here?” you blurted out, your thoughts swimming as you took in this new aspect of your situation.

“I could ask you the same question.”

“I literally have no clue. I’m honestly the most boring person ever. I mean, for Janna’s sake, I’ve never even-” You cut yourself off when a thought struck you and your voice dipped low to an almost conspiratorial tone.

“You don’t think this is because of the time I convinced a customer that putting a spatula under his pillow every night would make his wife love him again?”

You were met with a few seconds of (most likely stunned) silence from your new-found friend, before he responded, a sigh lacing his words.

“I highly doubt it.”

“Good, because I swear I-”

“Are you carrying any weapons?” the man cut you off before you could voice your concerns any further.

“Oh, uh, no. Sorry.”

You thought you heard a huff of frustration, but the noise was too quiet to be able to tell with any certainty.

“Are you tied up as well?” you asked, trying again to turn your head to get a glimpse of anything that wasn’t his shoulders.

“I wouldn’t be wasting my time speaking with you if I wasn’t.”

“Well, geez, you don’t have to be so rude,” you shot back, annoyance making your headache feel even sharper, “I mean, you can’t be as high-and-mighty as you clearly think you are considering you’re in the exact same position as me.”

Okay, this time you definitely heard a short exhale through his nose, making his frustration very clear. After a few seconds of heated silence, you felt a strange urge to clear the air. Something about annoying the only person who had any chance of helping you out of this state just didn’t sit right with you.

“So, what did you do to get yourself kidnapped?”

“Oh, I can think of a few things,” was the sarcastic drawl you received in response.

“Oh yeah? What like?”

“That is none of your concern.”

It must have been the concussion. You really weren’t one to argue or react when your buttons had been pushed (I mean, come on, you worked in customer service for crying out loud). But there was something about this man and the situation you found yourself in that was, to put it delicately, really getting on your tits.

“Seriously, mate, what is your problem? I’m just trying to figure out what the hell is going on right now because one minute I was taking a nice stroll down by the docks and the next I’m talking to one of the snarkiest people I have ever met.”

You could almost hear his jaw tightening at your pointed tone.

“How about instead of wasting your time figuring out what led us to these circumstances, you re-direct your efforts to getting us out of here?” he replied, in a dangerously low voice that could only serve as a warning.

You were about to scoff in response as you turned your head towards him again, but this time, instead of glaring uselessly at his shoulder, you let your eyes wander down his sleeve. Your indignant reaction was halted when you thought you spotted hints of crayon on the soft material of his coat. For some reason, you felt a strange ache in your heart at the sudden realisation that this kidnapping might have separated the man from his child, or possibly children. Reasoning with yourself that his anger towards you was probably from a place of worry, you felt all your previously built-up annoyance at the man drain away from you.

You took a small breath before softly directing your next question over your shoulder.

“Do you have children?”

“…What?”

“You have crayon on your sleeve.”

There was a pause. The voice that was carried through the air a few moments later was the softest and quietest you’d heard from the man in the very short time you’d known him.

“I have a daughter.”

You nodded, even though he couldn’t see you.

“I hope she’s okay, you know, considering you’re here,” you told him sincerely, “and I hope you get back to her soon.”

The man didn’t say anything. Not even a breath that could possibly betray his thoughts about your surprisingly kind words. The thought of his potential anguish over his daughter made your heart twinge in that funny little way it had done only moments before. You might have been annoyed at how haughtily the man had been speaking to you, but you weren’t a monster, and despite it being a near-constant phenomena in the Undercity, you didn’t like the thought of anyone being in pain.

Recognising that both of your chairs must be back-to-back, you twisted one of your hands as much as you could in its binding and reached back far enough to graze your fingers across one of his own hands. You’d hoped the action might bring him a little comfort. Of course, you were wrong.

He jerked his hands away from you at the sudden touch and it felt suspiciously like he was trying to slap at them as he wriggled about in his chair. “What are you doing? Get off me!”

“Sorry, I was just trying to make you feel better!” you quickly rebutted in defence.

Before he could voice his displeasure, a loud bang of the main door being slammed open made you jump in your chair. Your head whipped to the other side of the room, where you observed a man entering the space and walking towards you both. You half-expected him to be holding a gun or a weapon of some kind, but you were surprised to see that he was empty-handed. He hadn’t even covered his face with a mask. As he got closer to where your chairs were situated, he turned up his nose and began to saunter arrogantly, as if he’d suddenly gained the persona of an aristocrat. It didn’t suit him.

“You know, it was almost too easy to get you both here. Just one shovel and one sedative was all it took to bring down the two filthiest rats of the Undercity.”

At this point, alarm bells should have been ringing in your head (additional of course to the ones already ringing from your concussion, that you now knew was caused by this eejit with a shovel). As far as you knew, you were no filthier than the rest of the poor souls that found a home in Zaun. But you’d been called much worse than ‘rat’ in your time working at the market, so that didn’t faze you either.

“And the best bit is that this wasn’t even part of the plan. Hendrick had this whole plan to steal your little empire right from under your nose and kill you both slowly and painfully.”

You didn’t even have time to consider the ‘empire’ comment the goon had made before the man tied to the chair behind you cut in, speaking again in that low, dangerous drawl. Only this time, it was tinted with rage.

“Did he now?”

“Yeah. Except he won’t need to do it now because we saw you both on the docks and took the opportunity. Honestly, I thought it’d have been harder to grab you both, considering all the stories everyone’s heard about you, but I guess you’re no match for me and Toddy. Man, I can’t wait until Hendrick sees you both. I’m gonna be rolling in it when he promotes me. Shit, I might even get to be his right-hand after this.”

By now, the goon was pacing slowly back and forth at the side of your chairs, making your neck ache as you strained to look at him, before you finally gave up and stared impassively in front of you. You wished you could look at your co-kidnappee’s face, if only to see if it matched your own one of utter disdain at this idiot’s pretentious monologuing. Instead, you could lightly feel him clenching his hands in anger. They were just slightly touching yours, but he was likely too infuriated to even notice.

“And-”

The goon was interrupted when the front door slammed open again to reveal another man, who took in the sight in front of him and stormed towards you all. This one had the sense to wear a mask, but it was made redundant by the fact that his colleague had just revealed his name to you both.

“What are you doing?” the second man snapped.

“Just telling them how easy it was to capture them both.”

“You’re not supposed to reveal the plan, you idiot!”

“Oh, sorry.”

“I’ve sent word to our boss that he should get down here as soon as possible, I-”

The masked man stopped short when he glanced down at you.

“Who the hell is this?”

There was a pause while the first man seemed to consider the question, confusion painting his face.

“Uh, Silco? Can’t you tell by the creepy eye?” was his reply.

You felt like someone had just sucked out all the thoughts from your brain, bar from the faint sound of circus music playing in the back of your mind. Fuck, fuck, fuck. The man tied up behind you was Silco?? King of the Undercity? The Industrialist? Crime lord extraordinaire?

Your mind raced through all the rude comments you’d made to him in the moments prior to this revelation and you felt bile at the back of your dry throat. In your heart, you now knew that you were going to die. If it wasn’t at the hands of whoever Hendrick was and if by some miracle you managed to escape these dire straits, you knew that Silco would be the one to end your miserable little life. If not for your impertinence, but for your lack of decorum when speaking to him. Fuck, you’d tried to caress his hands, for Janna’s sake!!

“No, you wazzock, her,” the masked man continued, pointing rather rudely at you.

“That’s his right-hand, isn’t it?” the first man responded, confusion still prominent on his features.

“That is not Silco’s right-hand.”

“What?”

“Are you stupid? That’s not Sevika!”

“But she was at the dock with him?”

“That is not Sevika.”

“Shit.”

Great. Just great. Well, that explained how you’d ended up in this mess. It was all a complete misunderstanding. A simple case of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. In other places, that would have been a relief. But not in the Undercity. No, in the Undercity, even the act of being involved in a situation like this, accidental or not, almost certainly meant you would soon be meeting your demise.

“How much did you tell them about the plan?” the masked goon demanded, folding his arms as he glared at his colleague.

“Uh, not much really, just that Hendrick was plotting to murder Silco and-”

“You told them we work for Hendrick?! How stupid can you get?”

As the two goons argued between themselves, you wondered why Silco wasn’t saying anything. From what you’d heard, he was a master of words, could talk his way through any situation, could get anything he wanted. But the one time where talking was his only weapon, he wasn’t using it. Then you remembered the goon mentioning something about a sedative. If Silco had been drugged, maybe he was still feeling too groggy to even try to talk his way out of the situation. Then again, he’d been plenty awake enough to snap at you earlier. You were brought out of your ruminations on the Kingpin’s potential state when the second goon gestured to you with a wave of his arm.

“Let’s just kill her and wait for Hendrick to arrive so he can decide what to do with Silco.”

Wait, what? No. No. It couldn’t end like this! Not yet! You still had so many more customers to annoy before you met your maker! In your panic, you started doing the two things you knew best. Rambling and bullshitting.

“Wait! Don’t kill me! I may not be Silco’s right-hand, but I am pretty high up in his gang’s pecking order!”

You felt the slightest brush of Silco’s fingers against yours at your blatant lie, but you ignored it in favour of developing a convincing enough story in your head.

“Really?” the first goon asked.

“Yeah. I’ve been working for him for about three years now.”

“See! She was going to meet him at the docks, I knew it!” the goon gave his co-worker a smug look, his arms folded triumphantly across his chest.

“Fine,” the masked man sighed, “we’ll just wait for Hendrick to arrive and decide how he wants to kill them both.”

You felt yourself speaking again.

“You don’t want to do that!”

“And why not?” Both men were frowning at you now.

You felt Silco reach back and rhythmically tap his fingers twice on your hand. A clear warning to Shut. Up. Of course, you didn’t listen to him because when did you ever listen to anybody?

“Because your talents are wasted with Hendrick. I mean, you captured the both of us all by yourselves and with barely any weapons. You’d be much better suited working for Silco here.”

“Really?” the second man asked slowly, looking at you with no small amount of suspicion.

“Yeah. Despite all the stories you’ve probably heard, he’s really quite a good boss. I mean, for starters, the pay is beyond anything you could even imagine. He really takes good care of us… financially I mean,” you hastened to add.

“Hendrick barely pays us anything, says we’re not worthy enough” the first goon admits with a scoff.

“That doesn’t sound very fair to me. Silco’s not like that at all, if anything he over-pays us! And not to mention unlimited free drinks at the bar, the weekly parties we all have, the bonuses when you do well on a job. Hell, if you two were part of our gang, you’d be climbing up the ranks in no time.”

“You really think so?”

Bless his soul. The poor guy looked so entranced by the idea, doubling down was the only real option you had.

“Absolutely. Hendrick must be an absolute idiot to let talent like yours go to waste,” your voice lowered, causing both goons to lean in further when you spoke again, “I bet you don’t even get Snowdown Day off, do you?”

You had them now. You could tell by the look in their eyes. The second goon tried to pretend he was still sceptical of your words.

“So, what? You’re saying we could work for you instead?”

“That’s exactly what I’m saying. Untie us, join our gang and you’ll even get a reward for it. Upfront. Isn’t that right, boss?” you directed the overly confident question to the man behind you.

You had no idea how the Kingpin was going to respond. In the last half hour, you’d argued with him, insulted him, stroked his hands, lied about being his employee, and asked him to partake in your little deception, all in a desperate attempt to get you out of here alive. Honestly, you weren’t quite sure whether you wanted this ploy to work or not. Even if the goons did agree to let you go, you were almost certain that Silco was going to throttle you after he’d finished killing the two men.

You waited with bated breath for his answer. Luckily, it came only a few moments after posing your question, in that smooth tone you were embarrassingly just starting to miss.

“Of course.”

“See,” you beamed at the two men, hoping they couldn’t see the panic hidden deep in your eyes.

A beat passed until the second man finally relented.

“Fine, untie her and we can talk about our rate of pay.”

That was all well and good, but it didn’t feel right that you were the one leading this dangerous dance. You had to keep up the pretence that Silco was in charge. Which wasn’t very difficult, considering he absolutely was.

“Untie my boss first, he’s the one who’ll be paying you,” you told them, trying to maintain the confidence you’d somehow gained in this new character of yours.

“Yeah, alright.”

You felt the second man reach in between your chairs and drag Silco’s towards him. You hadn’t noticed until they were ripped away from you, but Silco’s fingers had been gently clinging to yours throughout your entire performance as his new fake employee. For some strange reason you couldn’t decipher, you mourned the loss of his touch that you hadn’t even been aware of.

You tried to turn your head to look at the man, hoping the distance would allow you to finally see him as you heard the ropes being cut away from his ankles and then hands, but you were once again startled by the sound of the door being smashed open for the third time that day.  

It all happened so fast. A tall woman burst into the room and you heard an affronted yell from one of the goons. You then heard a scuffle behind you, as the woman charged across the room towards the goon standing beside you. Craning your neck around to see what was happening with Silco, you were caught off guard by your chair being kicked harshly, causing it to topple over and unceremoniously crash your head against the concrete floor.

And boy, if your head didn’t already hurt after being smacked with a shovel, it sure as hell hurt now. You could barely make out what happened next as you fought to stay awake given how the room was now spinning out of control in your vision. A groan escaped your lips before you realised the sounds of struggle behind you had stopped, the air being filled instead with heavy breathing. You thought you vaguely heard the sound of a door opening and closing again and a muffled conversation, but you couldn’t make the effort to tune into it. Instead, you favoured closing your eyes in an attempt to stop feeling like you were on a carousel.

“She needs medical attention.”

You heard that one well enough, that smooth, self-assured voice appearing directly above you. Peeling your eyes open took no small amount of effort, but you endeavoured to do it anyway, if only to finally get a glimpse of the infamous kingpin.

And there he was. Stood tall above you, peering down his nose with his arms folded behind his back. You’d never seen him before, your market job not quite meeting the conditions to be considered a criminal enterprise (except for the downright criminal way you sweet-talked your customers into buying items they would never use once they got them back home). You wished you could get a clearer look at him, but the blur made it much too difficult.

If your eyesight had been better, you’d have noticed that he was breathing heavily, strands of his dark hair strewn across his forehead. Instead, all you could focus on was his eyes. No, not the black one with it’s infernal orange iris, but the seafoam green one, that if you weren’t so heavily concussed, you might have thought held an almost soft look to it as he peered down at you.

He continued to stare intensely at you and in your fatigue all you could do was stare back.

“What should we do with her?” you heard the woman say from somewhere in the room.

“We’ll take her back to the Drop. Give me your knife,” Silco replies, not breaking eye contact with you.

You blinked once slowly and by the time your eyes were open again, Silco was holding a knife and stepping closer to you. He crouched over you and began to cut through the ropes that tied your ankles and arms to the chair. And you’d be damned if you didn’t immediately think how attractive he looked as he loomed over you, knife coming dangerously close to your skin as he cut the rope away. Curiously enough, you didn’t seem to mind.  

Soon, your body was finally free of its captivity and you slump inelegantly on your side, finding no strength to pull yourself up from the floor. The movement caused the room to spin again and you decided to focus on breathing instead. That is, until Silco re-entered your line of sight. This time, he was close enough that you couldn’t mistake the concern he showed, his brow furrowed as he looked at your face. His mouth was moving, but you couldn’t really hear what he was saying.

You feel him lift you by the arms and suddenly you’re kneeling face to face with him. Gods, he’s even more attractive up close. You shake your head at your intrusive thought, looking down to see his hands either side of your shoulders, holding you steady. Staring at them with a concerning amount of intensity, you snap your gaze up to meet his when his fingers squeeze into you gently.

Any normal person would have been horrified that they were being touched by the most dangerous man in the city. But you’d never really been one to fit the mould. So instead of being horrified at your proximity to the crime lord, you leaned into it and blurted out the first thing that came into your head.

“Has anyone ever told you that you have lovely hands?”

There was no time to hear his response or even see his reaction because that one question apparently drained you of the last of your  energy and you promptly collapsed forward into him as the world went black.  

PART 2

A/N: I’ve never written fanfic before in my life… the middle-aged pixel man has got me baaaad. hope you enjoyed reading!! i will inevitably do another part bc i have no self-control and need to do something to distract my stupid brain

[lukeevangelista]

Hiii could u do something where ur in a love triangle with eddy and mark?!?

hiii thank u for requesting!! i was so excited to write this. apparently i was in a mood when i wrote this and this is what we ended up with. it’s not exactly happy and fluffy. i wasn’t sure what you wanted other than the two boys so i kinda went with what i was feeling while writing it.

Note: I did listen to Unloving You by Alex Aiono while writing this so you might give it listen while reading? Also, for the purpose of this, pretend the Ethan and Mark dont live on campus and live with some of the boys.

This did get longer than i anticipated. I couldn’t decide if i wanted to do a blurb or an imagine and i figured, i’ve got time and haven’t write anything in a long time so why not dive face first? Don’t be mean either, i haven’t wrote anything in almost 5 years so i’m hella rusty.

Warning: angsty, fighting, unedited, and swearing (and I’m not sorry)

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You walked through the freshies frat house, sighing seeing some of the freshman, mixed in with a couple of seniors boys sitting on the couch. Taking a seat next to Mark, your eyes diverted to whatever game this afternoon was playing on ESPN. Ethan entered the house shortly after you, his eyes glancing over you as you laughed with Mark. He huffed, rolling his eyes as he walked through the house to his room, throwing his backpack on the bed.

It had honestly been a long day for everyone.

Practice for the boys and a very long day of important, yet draining classes, for you and all you wanted to do was spend time with your friends and watch them goof off, but apparently the universe had different plans for you and two others.

After a bit and a couple of glasses of water, you excused yourself and got up to walk to the restroom. As you entered the hall, your arm was tugged into the room Ethan was standing in, a small smile on tracing his lips.

“What do you want?” You sighed, watching the dirty blonde’s face slightly drop.

“I just haven’t seen you in a while,” he started, “You’ve been spending all your time with Mark.” He grumbled as you rolled your eyes.

“So that’s why you’ve been ignoring me?” You barked out a laugh causing him to roll his eyes.

“That doesn’t matter!”

“Clearly it does! It shouldn’t matter who I hang out with! God, you’re so jealous of him, it’s not even funny at this point.” This wasn’t the first time Ethan had pulled this stunt, him claiming he was ‘friends with you first and he should have priority over the rest of the boys’.

Ethan didn’t respond to that as his eyes dropped to the ground, a small sigh leaving his lips.

“Nothing to say? Why do you keep going back to thi-“

“I’m in love with you, you idiot!” Ethan cut you off harshly as he watched your face fall, finally realizing that you weren’t putting his jealously and all the times he’s hinted towards things together, “I’m sorry, I didn’t-“

You shook your head, holding your hand up as you started out of the room, “I can’t and I’m not doing this right now, Ethan.”

Ethan grabbed your arm, pulling you back, planting his lips on yours, not giving you a second to react. Your lips molded like two puzzle pieces.

That was until you heard the door hit the wall and a scoff was let out causing you to whip around.

“Mark..” 

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Mark glared as he watched the two of you separate yourselves from each other, “I told you how I felt and you do this? What kind of best friend does that?”

Y/N watched the two best friends argue, honestly very confused at the way Mark was acting as they inched closer to each other, their voices getting louder and louder.

“Stop!” You shouted, causing a couple of boys to file in the room, “What is going on with you two?”

The two looked away from each other, not making eye contact with you either.

“Guys?” Mackie questioned as him and Nick walked closer to them, waiting for them to start talking.

“He knew I was in love with Y/N and still went after her.” Mark grunted out as he watched Nicks’ eyebrows raise and causing you to let out a breath at the confession.

“Tell me how its fucking fair for me to let my feelings go just because you didn’t have the balls to say any-“ Mark didn’t even let Ethan finish his sentence before his right hand hooked Ethans’ jaw.

“Oh my god.” Nick grabbed a charging Ethan as Mackie pulled Mark away, you checking Ethan’s jaw as he started to move his mouth, bringing his hand to his jaw.

“That hurt.”

“Good.”

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It had been a couple of weeks since you had heard from either boy, which was very unlike them, but after the events that had happened, you weren’t shocked.

“You need to talk to them.” Johnny sighed, taking the seat next to you in your business class, “This is so stupid. They won’t even look at each other. I just want my friends back to normal Y/N.”

“I know, but-“

“No buts. This has gone on for too long.” He gave you a soft smile, you knowing he was right about this.

“Yeah I know.”

Honestly, had you put the pieces together early, maybe this wouldn’t be happening and no one would have gotten hurt. Literally.

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“Can we talk?” You entered the house seeing a couple of the boys sitting on the couch per usual, their computers on their laps. Ethan and Mark sitting on complete opposite ends of the room, the tension feeling very thick as you entered the room.

“No.”

“Sure.”

The two friends glared at each other as Ethan stood up, Mark not taking his eyes off of the computer. That was until you walked over, shutting his computer, “I didn’t do anything wrong, Estapa. Now, go.” You demanded as he rolled his eyes, walking into the kitchen.

“You go first, he might hit me again.” Ethan joked, trying to lighten the atmosphere. It didn’t work well as the two of you glared at him, causing him to raise his hands, surrendering.

“Look, this is ridiculous.” You started, “You both are very sweet boys but I-“

Mark cut you off quick, “One date.” He licked his lips, “One date with each of us and if you don’t feel anything, then we’ll call it and go back to being friends.”

You sighed, not wanting to ruin either friendship you had with them and the friendship between the two.

“That’s… that’s reasonable.” You spoke, Ethan nodding along.

“One date.”

[popculturebuffet]

Spongebob: Rock a Bye Bivalve Review (Patreon review for Emma Fici)

Hello all you happy people and happy pride! And for my friend Emma’s patreon review, you can get your own right here by pledging 5 bucks or more, guaranteed every month WITH a bonus one time review on signup, this month she went with a classic.

This is also my first time covering spongebob on the blog and it’s a series I have a fond connection to, having grown up with it as a kid , even having voted in the poll to pick an ending for Shanghied! , and seen it PLENTY years later when my niece, one of my nephews and my nibling all grew up on it. While the series did hit a rough patch, it’s first few seasons are great and unlike family guy which I suffered through two episdoes of (and enjoyed one) last week, it rebounded eventually, I just haven’t gotten around to it. Still don’t think the show needs 80 dozen spinoffs when you have shows just asking for revivial or spinoffs stinking in your vault, but Nick has never been a company that made rational or likeable desicions, why start now? 

So I’m happy to  cover the series even if this review will likely be short. 

For those who haven’t seen the episode, and if not i’ts on paramount+ with the rest of the series and I HIGHLY recommend it, rock a bye byvale is a season 3 episode, the show’s best season in my eyes. The episode follows Spongebob and Patrick as they find a baby scallop in the wild, adopt it and quickly take on the roles of mom and dad. That really is the episode in a nutshell: Spongebob and Patrick adopt a child and play house with it, and it’s as caked with subtext as it sounds. Thi sis the same series that faked us out with the idea patrick LICKED spongebob once so they clearly knew what they were doing. 

And while the episode has aged a little, the idea that a kid needs  amale and a femlae was outdated evne at the time as was the sterotype in a same sex relationship that one’s the “woman, it still largely works: I feel any implications are just accidental, which dosen’t make them entirely okay, but it’s clear it’s all in good fun instead of actually harping gay people and the real lintention is more two big oversized kids playing house, and thus feeling it needs a mom and a dad since that’s what they knew. Hell patrick even is eager to be a mom too and only dose’nt because “This would be kinda shocking”. Their not enforcing gender roles out of any malice, but because it’s what these two idiots know and it lightly decontructs it by having Spongebob be overworked, doing basically all the work. .while Patrick goofs off all day. It’s clearly just there to be silly fun and mlik Spongebob and Patrick having HEAVY ho yay between each other for all ti’s worth. Seriously they knew people shipped them even this early.. and I can’t say I blame them. Though what his sexuality is.. is an engima. Seriously nick trotted him out for pride with other queer characters a few years back and it still baffles me. He dated a krabby patty so he’s probably pansexual since she was a female crabby patty, or maybe bi like me, but otherwise it’s never been clear and it feels weird putting him out there just because the gay community took him in. If your going to make him some form of LBGTQ+ then fine, but don’t take credit for something you haven’t done.  

The jokes here are all classics and while it’s likely because i’ve seen this episode a LOT across two generations, they still hold up, and from minute one with Spongebob playin gwith a box and of course Patrick’s response to a baby being “I’LL TAKE CARE OF THIS” and almost ending the episode right there. Pitch perfect black comedy. There’s tones of all time’s classic “Uhhhhhhh”, “OVERTIME!” “A donut?”, and the ending is just pure greatness. It’s a perfectly paced episode that jumps around enough you don’t get bored but stays well focused. Again I don’t relaly have a ton to say here, it’s really hliarious, expertly timed and still holds up decently despite the age spots. It’s a good classic spogebob episode and I highly recommend it. Thanks for reading. 

[mrsfincher007]

FEMALE CHARACTERS APPRECIATION

Catherine is an iconic character and you find yourself becoming so engaged with her character. Though, she is a serial killer and a psychopath and clearly done up for the male fantasy. She knows how to manipulate men and is so charming and she has some very deep and raw moments. all though I think it’s dumb how the movie expects us to believe that she would turn good for a mess like Nick. But I guess it shows that when she wants something, she gets it. 8/10. Her ending is just kinda dumb and also she's apart of the male fantasy. she’s rich, hot, smart, has sex with girls and wears no underwear.

Margot Robbie is a national treasure and no one can change my mind on that. Harley Quinn was the best part of the lukewarm half-baked movi called sucide squad. and she is in love with the joker and was manipulated into changing herself for him. I find her backstory fascinating she is so cool and crazy. Robbie did her best with what she was given in that ridiculous costume. she becomes more of an individual in birds of prey and less of Jokers girlfriend. she has so much character development and still stays awesome and amazing. 8.5/10 she would be a ten. But she is in an abusive relationship that she has yet to admit was abusive and she changed it all for a fucking guy.

Claire is such a darling in this movie and although her character “the princess” is pretty one dimensional (yes I know that's the whole point of the movie but Thi is my post bitch) Ringwald gives such style to the role and I even know a lot of girls like her. Claire throughout the movie starts to see more then just daddy's money and what her friends want and she even falls in love with the bad boy who is everything she isn't and she is just all around amazing!!! 7/10

Veronica is everything I'm tryna be. She has a lot of individuality even though she is technically apart of the popular girls who are so vanilla that they all have the same name. She is also a character that aged well unlike the last two. She was manipulated by her psycho yet super hot and cool boyfriend to partake in some murders. and I don’t blame her for not telling anyone because she would get in trouble as well. Her relationship with JD is pretty toxic but I admittedly romanticise them a- I have a very vivid fantasy life lol. anyway I give her a solid 9/10.

Hermione is a generation defining female icon. she was highly intelligent even when she was just a kid and no one would get shit done without her. it was heartbreaking when she had to erase herself from her birth parents memory. I find it odd that she went for a boy as idiotic and mediocre as Ron. (okay no hate to Ron because he is so loveable and cool but you get it what I’m tryna say) I am a dramione shipper for life boiii. I found it kinda stupid how they decided to make her all weepy and weak about Ron and shit like come on! anyway I give her a 10/10

young Bev is so great. yeah she's always just reduced to the girl of the group that all the boys wanna fuck but Sophia Lillis gives her some depth and flare to the role her introduction shows us that she is very alone in the girl world and she is known as the slut and then we see her abusive creepy dad. throughout the movie, we see her be one of the boys and starts budding romance with both Ben and Bill and I prefer Bill and Bev but okayyy. she is funny, cool and is just a joy to watch. book Bev..she didn't rape Eddie!  6.5/10

The bride is a badass bitch who is hunting down her baby daddy while killing an extra...600 people in the process. I like how her sexuality is never mentioned. or she's in a jumpsuit and not lingerie. along with Tarantino's genius dialogue and cinematography. the bride is literally a female powerhouse warrior and when we have the enevitable gender war. we will make sure the bride is in the front. 9.5/10 

Alabama is a sweetheart and I like that she’s not defined by Clarence. Although I might do a separate post on their relationship. Patrica Arquette plays her sp well because she is such a golden hearted sweet heart who will do anything for Clarence. her fight with that guy was so awesome because it shows that she aint weak and would die for Clarence. ugh I love her!!! 7/10

girl interrupted is one of my favourite movies and Lisa Rowe is the main reason why! she fits into the cool crazy women trope and she steals the show. Jolie rightfully won the Oscar, she is charismatic, cool, evil she is a psychopath but..who cares lol. she has the best dialogue “I’m playing the villain baby, just like you wanted.” “she gave your husband a rim job, so fucking what?” she did drive Britney Murphy’s character to sucide so FUCK HER! 8.5/10

[caws5749]

Requests

“Take your clothes off, but slowly, in a way that’s sexy.”

WARNING: SEXY. Nat looks good at the party, and you’re, well, sexually frustrated. 

“Why are you up?” “You’re burning up.” 

Fluff. Reader is sick and doesn’t want to disturb Nat’s sleep. 

“I’d never let anyone hurt you.” “Why are you up?”

Fluff. You roll over in bed to find Natasha awake, and afraid. 

“Take your clothes off, but slowly, in a way that’s sexy.” “We’re gonna need a babysitter.”

WARNING: SMUT. You drank a little bit, and Nat is hot. 

“Please listen to me.” “Promise me you’ll take better care of yourself.” “I don’t like it when you get hurt.” “You’re a terrible liar.” 

Fluffy. Silly. Nat’s got the flu, you’re trying to take care of her, you nick your finger with a knife, you eat soup. That’s it. 

“Five more minutes.” “Maybe you should not get dressed.”

WARNING: SEXY. You don’t want to get out of bed, but you’ve got things to do. 

“I need a hug.”

Teen reader. You’ve had rough day, and Natasha tries to help.

“You alright?” “I can’t lose you.”

A little angst, ends fluffy. You got just a little injured on a mission. Nat’s upset. 

“Please listen to me.” “You’re burning up.” 

Fluffy. You’re sick, and stubborn. 

“I just... I don’t want to do this without you.” “You alright?” “Look at me.” 

Fluff. You two decide you want to get married. 

“I don’t like it when you get hurt.” “You alright?” “You’re a terrible liar.” 

Fluff. Natasha comes home from a mission slightly hurt. You get upset about it and cry in the shower. I don’t know how else to say it. 

“I’d never let anyone hurt you.” “You’re mine. And I’m yours.”

You get kidnapped on a mission. Nat and the team rescues you. 

“Wait, what?” “I need a hug.” “Your skin is so soft.” 

Fluffy. WARNING: SEXY, slightly. You and Nat just love each other, and have a sweet, normal, time. 

“I need a hug.” “You are adorable.” 

Fluff. You’re needy. 

“Don’t take too long.” “Five more minutes.” 

Fluff to the max. You’re stressed, taking a nice bath or two. Nat comes home from her mission, and you guys watch the stars together. 

“Take off your clothes, but slowly, in a way that’s sexy.” “Maybe you should not get dressed.” 

WARNING: SMUT. Just, I mean, smut. 

“Wait what?” “Kiss me.”

Events of endgame aren’t canon. You and Nat finish fighting and then kiss. 

“Look at me.” “You’re a terrible liar.” 

Angst, but with happy ending. Fury ordered Reader to keep the mission a secret, even from Natasha. 

“Awww look at you!” “Wait, how should we do this?”

Fluff. You and Natasha are out shopping for your wedding dress. 

“Your skin is so soft.” “I need a hug.”

Fluffy fluffy fluffy. Natasha is kinda needy, and you two are just gonna have a nice day together. 

“Look at me.” 

Fluff. You’re waiting for Natasha to get home from her mission. 

“I don’t like it when you get hurt.” “Promise me you’ll come home.” “I can’t lose you.” 

You get hurt on a mission. Nat’s worried. 

“You signed us up to do what?” “Take off your clothes, but slowly, in a way that’s sexy.” 

WARNING: SEXY. You signed you and Nat up for a sex class. She doesn't like that very much. 

“Why are you up?” “You alright?”

Fluff. You’ve got insomnia, and Nat’s got nightmares. You both fall asleep and the team finds you guys cuddling. 

“Wow, what a power move.” pt. 2 coming.

Angst, I suppose? It’s a fine, fluffy, morning, and then you and Nat get into a car crash. 

“What is that in your hand?” “Why do you have that look on your face?” “What are you trying to hide?”

Teen reader. You try and hide Nat’s birthday gift, but she easily finds out about it. Little bonus at the end with Peter. 

Lover

WARNING: SMUT. Just smut. 

“You’re mine and I’m yours.” “Please listen to me.”

Little angsty, but ends in fluff. You’re at one of Tony’s parties. Nat is jealous. 

“Snuggles?...”

Fluff. You just want to snuggle, but Nat is busy. And you have to work. 

“That’s an unusual outfit.” “It looked good on the website!”

WARNING: SEXY. You bought new lingerie. 

“What are you trying to hide?”

Fluff. You propose to Natasha. 

“Snuggles?...” “Why do you have that look on your face?” “Or you could just come over here?” 

Fluff. Nat’s needy. 

“That’s an unusual outfit.” “We should make this a tradition.” 

Fluff. It’s Christmas eve. 

“I remember you.” (Graffiti artist request).

Nat saved reader, who is an artist. She’s doing a work on Nat, and Nat sees. You guys hit it off, and go on a date. 

“Why are you up?” “Five more minutes.” “You are adorable.” 

Teen reader. Fluff. You want to stay up and marathon movies. 

“Wait, I’m needy.” “Psst... get over here.”

Fluff. Nat comes home from a mission. Small encounter with Clint. You watch a movie together. 

“You can’t expect me to stay.” “Just let me love you.” 

Angst. All angst. You and Nat got married. And had kids. Things... things just got different. 

Different Sides

You and Nat are on different sides in Civil War. You get hurt, and she’s worried. 

Nice Fang Marks

WARNING: SEXY, to be honest. Things go crazy in the science lab, leading to Nat becoming a vampire for a hot minute. And let’s just say, things get a little steamy between the two of you. 

“Five More Minutes.”

UH link broken temporarily? I”m working on it. 

“stay here the rest of the night”

Natasha has a nightmare and confesses to the reader how much she cares about her. 

“My sweet Y/N, you really think I’d let them get away with this?”

WARNING: PANIC ATTACK. Natasha and reader are out shopping when someone comes up to reader and scares them into a panic attack and Nat gets overprotective.

“Don’t talk like that.” “Whatever you do, do not let go.”

Fluff. You are being announced officially as an Avenger. 

“You have to try, for me. Just try.”

WARNING: SLIGHT PANIC ATTACK. It’s simulation training day, and it’s a bit scary. 

Jealous Natasha Drabble

For my 800 celebration. Nat and you want to be together. You get together at a party, but not before somebody gets a little jealous.

Scarf in the Snow

Pure fluff. You’re playing in the snow and you take your scarf off. Nat fusses over you.

Sexy Swimsuit

For my CAWS5749 to 900 celebration. Nat’s wearing a sexy swimsuit, and she likes to tease.

Accidental Straddling

For my 800 celebration. You’re trying to get out of the hospital bed, and Nat straddles you to keep you down. Things get flirty. 

Cuddles and Love

For my 800 celebration. Reader has a rough time, and Natasha cuddles her and lists everything she loves about her. 

Honeymooning

For my CAWS5749 to 900 celebration. You and Nat go on your honeymoon.

Wedding

For my CAWS5749 to 900 celebration. Your and Nat’s wedding.

Getting Over a Cold

You’re sick but Nat’s helping you through it.

Thirsting at the Gym

For my CAWS5749 to 900 celebration. A new agent tries to ask you out at the gym. Natasha gets protective and territorial.

Dance Lessons with Natasha

For my CAWS5749 to 900 celebration. You’re a ballroom dancer and she’s trained in ballet. She wants to dance with you so you give her a little lesson.

“Don’t Go Where I Can’t Follow”

For my 800 celebration. Happens after Civil War, when Natasha has to go on the run.

Quarantine Time

It’s quarantine time during COVID, and you really are bored inside. You just want to go out, but Nat stops you.

DisneyWorld

Natasha’s never been to DisneyWorld, so it’s time you take her. For my CAWS5749 to 900 celebration.

Comfort

You’re sick again, but Nat’s always going to take care of you.

Vacation Surprise

For my CAWS5749 to 900 celebration. Reader tells Nat that she’s pregnant on vacation, after they have been trying for a year.

Deadlifting

You’re deadlifting and you catch Natasha checking you out. For my CAWS5749 to 900 celebration.

Zoo Date

You’re going to the zoo with Natasha.

Adopting a Baby

For my CAWS5749 to 900 celebration. You and Natasha are celebrating adopting a baby girl.

Kissing in the Rain

A goodbye kiss in the rain.

Crowded Party

Natasha’s just come home from a mission, but all you want is alone time with her.

She Kissed Him

Natasha, Steve, and you are not about to get caught by HYDRA in the mall. With horror, you watched as Nat kissed Steve, your heart aching to tell her that you like her. Set in CAWS. 

A Recent Mission

Natasha didn’t tell you about a recent mission she went on, a dangerous one, and you’re upset. A bit of angst, but ends fluffy. 

Bedtime Stories

Fluffy indeed. Reader loves to read to Natasha, and she loves it too. It’s their cute little tradition. 

Surprising You

Nat decides to surprise you, because you’ve been missing her. 

Break-In

You’re left alone in the tower, and there’s a break-in. Thankfully, your team is on the way.

You’ve Been Spoiled

Natasha decides to spoil you with breakfast in bed. 

Bed Sharing and Fake Dating

Is it real or fake?

Love for Celery

You’ve surprised your girlfriend with her favorite snack.

Drunk Admittance

You’ve been having a fun evening, and now a movie night with Nat on top of it? You’re probably going to end up admitting something.

Hiding Spiders

It’s October, your favorite month of the year. You’re definitely going to get up to something, scaring Natasha in the process.

Over the Counter

You know that bit in Age of Ultron when Nat pulls Bruce over the counter? Yeah, it’s that, except it’s you and her, and you love her a whole lot. 

Halloween Headcanons

A Stupid Injury

You hurt yourself in the stupidest way, and you’re definitely in need of Natasha’s distractions.

Dinner for Her

You’re making Nat’s favorite dinner for when she comes home from her mission, even though you should probably be resting your injured foot. 

Engagement Sex

WARNING: SMUT. You’ve just gotten engaged, and your fiancee has never looked so good.

Comfort Post Mission

A rough mission brings you down, but Nat’s there for comfort. (With a little drawing at the end)!

Reassuring Love

Soft comforts in the night by Natasha Romanoff herself. New relationship. 

Wet Kisses After the Rain

Nat’s outside thinking, and you’ve just gotten home. It’s pouring and you should really get her inside. Takes place in Endgame times. 

Why Don't I Get Toys when Being a Good Girl?

New puppy, and you’re jealous. 

Teasing Kiss in the Rain

You’re thinking outside in the rain after a tough mission. 

Valentine’s Wrapping A Blanket Around Them

Part of the 2021 Valentine’s Day drabbles. 

Valentine’s Playing with Hair

Part of the 2021 Valentine’s Day drabbles. 

Valentine’s Telling a Joke

Part of the 2021 Valentine’s Day drabbles. 

Valentine’s Color of Your Shirt

Part of the 2021 Valentine’s Day drabbles. 

Valentine’s Kissing a Bruise

Part of the 2021 Valentine’s Day drabbles. 

Valentine’s Calming Them Down

Part of the 2021 Valentine’s Day drabbles. 

Valentine’s Doing a Chore

Part of the 2021 Valentine’s Day drabbles. 

Valentine’s Getting Them Coffee

Part of the 2021 Valentine’s Day drabbles. 

Valentine’s Throwing Away Their Tissues

Part of the 2021 Valentine’s Day drabbles. 

Valentine’s Tucking Their Hair

Part of the 2021 Valentine’s Day drabbles. 

Valentine’s Holding Shaking Hands

Part of the 2021 Valentine’s Day drabbles. 

Ikea Cribs

Certainly setting up a crib shouldn’t be this hard. 

Twins

When Natasha came home from this mission, you didn’t think you’d be telling her that you were having twins, but here you are. 

Embarrassment

When Yelena gets introduced to you, her sister’s crush, she’s real keen on embarrassing Natasha, but you don’t think she should be embarrassed at all. 

Thunderstorms in Norway

Takes place in Black Widow. 

Ice Cubes

It’s just REALLY hot and Natasha took that quite literally. 

Photographs

You love taking photographs, and at first, Natasha didn’t like it. But now, it’s time for an anniversary present, and you know just what to get her. 

Back and Bruised

You’ve come back all bruised, but you don’t want to miss out on your workouts. You just hope Nat doesn’t find out. 

Protected

She’d never let anyone hurt you, even if you were just in an explosion. 

[sexy-monster-fucker]

Deception [Part 1/?]

Mysterio x Reader

the reader is an adult female version of Spider-Man (Spider-Woman) who has an encounter with the new “hero” Mysterio.  The reader is still kind of new to the whole hero thing, but when a call from Nick Fury happens you answer.  Mass destruction has been happening around the world, and Quentin happens to be an expert on the matter.  [obviously things are different than they were in FFH]

“May, we would like you to meet your new partner, Mr. Quentin Beck,” Nick Fury greeted you in the underground hideout.  A man stood in front of you.  He wore green and a cape.  You were only in a t-shirt and shorts, you felt very un-super compared to him.  You felt under dressed.  You had saw him on the news, locals were calling him “Mysterio.”  He took a step forward and offered you his hand, “Nice to meet you, Miss Parker.  I have heard great things about you.”  You shook his hand, “The pleasure is mine, Mr. Beck.”  Quentin threw a quick wink at you.  You shook it off.  This was a trip of business, not pleasure.

“Now that you two are acquainted, I will be sending you both out tomorrow.  But for now, you both will be staying here.  These things, whatever they may be, are a serious threat and you two are the only thing I’ve got right now,” Fury spoke.  “Mr. Fury, you have to understand, I am still kinda new to the whole hero thing.  This seems like a lot for the newbie to handle, don’t you think?  I-I don’t know how I feel about thi-” “You’re an Avenger, sweetheart.  You fought one of the biggest threats this galaxy has ever seen.  You’re really questioning your ability now?  I don’t think so,” Fury cut you off.  “But, things were different then.  It was a team.  I was with the Guardians and him then.  Not all hope was in me back then, I wasn’t even supposed to be there,” you explained.  “But you were there,” he reassured, “And you came home.  You made it there and you will make it here.  And besides, you aren’t our only hope.  Quentin is here, too.  Tony never questioned if you were the right choice, he knew it.  That should be faith enough in yourself that you can do this.”  “But, Mr. Fury-” “Enough.  You either want this gig or you go home.  You may have been a kid when it happened, but you are a grown adult now.  I am not going to have this argument with a child,” Fury raised his voice.  You stood in front of him.  You did not know what you wanted.  Things were different back then.  You had Tony.  He believed in you and that was all that mattered to you.  When he was around you felt strong.  You met him when you were 15, you were 22 now.  You should not feel so weak just because your mentor is no longer around.  Tony would want you to go through with this.  He would want you to save the world again.  

“Yes, sir, Mr. Fury,” you agreed.  “I rented a room in the hotel up the street for you and Mr. Beck to share.  It will give you two time to think together on how to tackle the task at hand.  You both will report back here in the morning right away,” Fury’s tone was lighter than before, barely noticeable.  He gave Quentin the address and had the both of you escorted out.  

You and Quentin walked close up the street.  You found it odd how he was still in his super hero outfit, but when your identity was known to the public it would not bother you for people to see you.  “Fury seems to be really hard on you,” Quentin questioned.  You shrugged, “He does what he thinks is best for me.  Being tough makes me think harder about my choices.  But, he sometimes does treat me like I am still the child that he was introduced to.”  Quentin looked at you, “He talks highly of you.  He sees something in you, May.”  You rolled your eyes, “I’m sure.”  He smiled at you.  You arrived in front of the giant hotel building.  Quentin turned to you, “Why don’t we go get dinner?”  You looked at the man standing next to you.  Was he asking you on a date?  You had just met the man, you were still not sure if you could fully trust him.  He smiled at you, “Don’t know about it, eh?”  You smiled to yourself, “No, that’s not it.  Don’t you think people will become curious of who I am if they see us out together?”  Quentin shrugged, “Perhaps.  I can change if you’d like?”  You looked him up and down.  Quentin smirked, “Or... we could get something and stay in?”  You felt your cheeks grow warm.  Quentin took your hand in his, “I’ll call and get some to-go.  Let’s go upstairs.”  You nodded and followed him upstairs.  

You and Quentin sat across from each other on your beds, waiting for the food to arrive.  You had been discussing the threat.  Quentin had some great ideas on how to handle it.  You and Quentin had been joking about everything after that.  You both joked about how uptight Fury was.  Joked about the other Avengers.  You recalled stories of space.  The fight with Thanos was a topic he seemed very interested in.  You told him about how spectacular it was.  Told him about getting to hold the Infinity Gauntlet.  You recalled Captain Marvel and all the other female Avengers.  You told him about how amazing it was to see that many super people in one place, all standing together.  You recalled Tony’s sacrifice.  You did not like talking about it, but it was nice to have someone to listen.  The conversation had came to a halt.  Quentin stretched, “I should probably get into something a little more comfortable.”  He walked into the bathroom.  You sat on the bed.  You wondered what made you feel so comfortable around this man.  What made you want to tell him so many things.  You had never been this close to someone before.  Especially someone who you barely knew.  There was a knock at the door.  You rose to go answer.  It was the delivery boy, he handed you the food and smiled.  You asked how much you owed him, he shook his head no.  “For Mysterio,” he spoke.  You raised your eyebrows, “Thank you.”  You closed the door.  You found it odd that he was using his name to get what he wanted.  But maybe they recognized his voice.  You shook your head.  That would be silly.  

You began to the half kitchen in the room.  You sat the food down.  You heard the door to the bathroom open.  You turned to see him.  He was wearing a plane white t-shirt and a pair of boxers.  He looked remarkably handsome.  This was the first time you saw him in something other than his suit.  “Food’s here?  Sweet,” he smiled while rubbing his hands together.  You nodded.  He walked over to where you stood.  He smiled at you, “Tonight’s going to be a long night, eh?”  You rolled your eyes, “I guess.  It won’t take us that long to come up with something.”  Quentin laughed, “You feel that confident about us?”  You shook your head, “I am one of the people who took on the universe’s biggest threat.  And came back to tell about it.”  You laughed at your cockiness.  Quentin smiled, “Why don’t you do that more?”  You looked at him, confused, “What are you talking about?”  “You should act confident more often, it looks really good on you,” Quentin smiled.  You shook your head and walked back over to your bed with your food in hand, “Listen, I am nothing like the other Avengers.  I am just some confused kid.  I don’t know what I am doing half the time.”  Quentin walked over to you, “You are a strong woman.  You may have been a kid when you started, but you have grown.  You’re not fifteen anymore, May.”  You shook your head, “You don’t even know me, Quentin.”  He nodded as he took a seat next to you on your bed, “You’re right.  I may not know you.  But I do know how much you have accomplished.  How strong you are.  How great of a hero you are.  You inspire so many people.  You give people hope.  I want to know you better, May.”  You looked at the man sitting next to you.  Maybe it was time to accept someone back into your life.  Maybe it was time to let someone know you.  The real you.  

Quentin placed his hand on your exposed thigh.  You looked him in the eyes.  He leaned in, attempting to kiss you.  You widened your eyes.  He took you by surprise.  You didn’t know what to do.  You barely knew him.  But you did find him very attractive.  You closed your eyes and leaned in.  Your lips met and you felt a feeling you had never felt before.  You liked kissing him.  You liked his hand on your thigh.  You liked him.  You pulled away and looked at him.  “Is something wrong,” he questioned.  You pressed your lips back to his.  He cupped your cheek with his hand as he continued to kiss you.  You both stopped kissing and looked at each other.  Quentin smiled widely at you, “Wow.”  You blushed brightly, “I am so sorry.”  Quentin took your hand in his, “Don’t apologize.  It was great.”  You blushed, “I didn’t mean to come on so strong.”  Quentin smiled at you, placing a small kiss against your cheek.  You smiled at him.  It felt nice feeling comfortable around someone super again.  

You laid in your bed, wide awake.  You had been trying to fall asleep for hours, but you had so much on your mind.  You did not want to get up out of fear of waking Quentin.  So you laid there, staring at the ceiling.  You thought about Quentin.  You thought about how much you liked him.  You thought about how silly it was to like him when you barely knew him.  You thought about how different things were going to be now that you were one of the remaining Avengers.  You thought about being a serious hero.  You thought about a lot of things when you could not sleep.  You rolled onto your side and looked at Quentin.  He had his back to you.  You watched his steady breathing.  You smiled.  You rolled onto your other side and faced the wall.  You tried going to sleep, but you just could not.  You tossed back and forth as quietly as possible.  You stopped moving.  You were facing the wall again.  You laid there with your eyes closed.  You tried to fall asleep.  Nothing you did worked.  Suddenly, you felt something press against your back.  Quentin snaked his arms around you and rested his chin on your shoulder.  You blushed.  Quentin whispered in your ear, “Having trouble sleeping?”  You rolled over to face him, you nodded.  He pressed his lips to yours.  He held you tight, making sure you were as close to him as possible.  You wrapped your arms around his neck.  His kiss became more aggressive as he pressed his lips to yours harder.  He re-positioned himself on top of you.  You looked up at the man on top of you.  You felt your cheeks turn pink.  He looked at you.  He licked his lips.  “Is this something you want,” he asked you, softly.  You shook your head in agreement.  Quentin smiled at you as he pressed his lips back to yours. 

You and Quentin spent the rest of the night together.  A night neither of you would ever forget.

End/Part 1  

[the-lupine-sojourner]

Chestnutfest 2k19 Prompt 2: Summer Festival/Height Swap

Why can I not get these done before midnight?! >.< 

Ah well. For this one, I thought it might be fun to combine the two prompts. This probably doesn’t make sense, but, um, hope you like it! 

Once again, this Krillan/18 fest is all thanks to @chestnutisland! Go show them love for setting this awesome event up! :)

And, again, Here is the Link to the post with more info on this event. 

Okay now onto the story! 

P.S: I wanna see if anyone can guess what I’m not-so-subtly hinting at with 18 here, okay? :)

God Bless and Good Day!

~The Lupine Sojourner

“Why are we here again?” Android 18 asks. She never knew Krillan to be the fair or festival type, but...here they were. 

“Aw, c’mon honey.” Krillan urges. “We need a break, right? We’ve been training and working a lot lately. I think it’s about time we took a night off and had a little fun.” He explains. Android 18 smiles. She could agree that they needed a break, but a festival?

“Alright, but why this festival?” 

“The farmer that’s been buying Goku’s crops set it up and runs it.” Krillan confesses. “So I thought we’d check it out.” 18 nods. 

“Alright then.” They walk together, hand in hand. 18 looks down at their joined hands, smiling a little. 

It was always a little odd, the height difference between them. Of course, neither of them would hold it against the other (aside from light teasing every once in a while), but they could see the stares they got, choosing to ignore them. 

The festival grounds weren’t super crowded, but there were a decent amount of people wandering around. The aromas of the food stalls hit 18’s nose and she was surprisingly tempted to try some of the food. Normally, she wasn’t too keen on eating. Mainly because she didn’t need food. But recently her appetite was slowly increasing. More and more, she was wanting to eat. Which was a little odd. 

So far, Krillan just took it as his wife simply wanting to try a few new foods. 

But 18 was mystified. Why was her interest in food suddenly increasing? Regardless, she could wait a little while to eat. First, she’d see what Krillan wanted to do. 

This was a martial arts and food festival, so there were big bough guys for overconfident husbands to attempt to defeat to show off to their wives and earn a bit of cash. Likely, Krillan would want to defeat a few of those burly men as a light exercise to work up a bit of an appetite. She walks with Krillan, eyeing some of the stalls selling cheap gis for higher prices than they were worth because this was a festival and people would buy them. The only problem was they were way too small. 

Maybe if they ever had a child...18 smiles. The thought was also becoming ever so slowly more attractive to her. She envisioned a little child running around their house, laughing and running as Krillan attempted to tag her in a game as 18 made dinner. 

When did she become such a domestic housewife?! Regardless… “Krillan, what do you think of this gi?” She asks. It was labeled as a ‘Dusty Rose’ color, suitable for a girl. Krillan stops, blinking. 

“...It’s cute, honey, but way too small for you.” She almost gets angry, then remembers in the nick of time that he couldn’t read her thoughts and she hadn’t actually verbalized her subtly growing interest in having children. 

So she smiles, moving to a more gender-neutral, orange-colored gi. “I was meaning...if we ever happen to have a child.” She mumbles. Now that she’d accidentally opened the door to the conversation on children, she may as well go all in. Krillan was stunned. 

“Wait...you want a kid?!” He asks. She sighs, turning to face him fully. 

“It’s just...something I was thinking about recently. What if we had a child?” Krillan’s head tilts. 

“...Not to seem insensitive, but, uh...is that even possible for us?” She nods. Until now, she had been reluctant to discuss a lot of her past with Gero. 

“Yes it is. All Dr. Gero did was remodel me and my brother to be superior warriors. I still have many of my internal organs, including...the reproductive ones.” Krillan blushes, and 18 feels a little uncomfortable. They hadn’t talked about this before, so they walk somewhere a little more private to continue the talk. 

“I had no idea.” Krillan mumbles, fiddling with his fingers. She nods. 

“I know. I’m sorry. I didn’t think it mattered.” Krillan laughs. 

“Well, now I know, I think it’s a great idea! If you are really okay with it…” He deferred to her, and that was why she loved him so much. He was always making sure he got her input and respected it, discussing things with her rationally and as equals. 

Android 18 nods. “I think I am.” They return to wandering, happy in the revelations they’d shared. 18 felt relieved she’d gotten it off her chest. She was still learning that it was okay to talk through her emotions with people who cared about her, and especially with her husband. 

Krillan then noticed a particularly burly man challenging anyone for 1500 zenni. He turns to 18, smiling. “What d'ya think? Should I?” He asks, amused. She chuckles. 

“Why not? Just don’t hurt him too bad.” She replies. A few people overheard and snickered. 

“Oi, you won’t last ten seconds in that ring.” One bystander notes, laughing. Krillan scoffs. 

“You know it’s rude not to look at the person you’re talking to.” he replies. “You should be facing my opponent.” The man starts in shock. 

“You are a cocky lil’ one, ain’t yah?” Now his voice was testy, aggravated. Krillan smiles. 

“No. I just know I’ll win.” With that, he squeezes his wife’s hand, strutting confidently into the ring. His opponent put on a show of getting ready, but Krillan couldn’t sense much of a power level at all. This wouldn’t last long at all.

“Let’s get this goin’, shall we?” The man snickers, getting into a stance.

Krillan smirks, hands in his pocket. “You can have the first move.” His opponent, fed up listening, charged, roaring mindlessly. Krillan sighs. Predictable. His eyes close for a second as his legs bend. Then his eyes open as he leaps out, sending him soaring up and toward his opponent. His foot slams into the man’s ample shoulder. He goes soaring into the poorly made fencing making up the ring, crashing through it and into a few unlucky bystanders. Krillan lands and jogs over to help the people up. “Sorry about that.” He says, smiling at the stunned onlookers. “Tried to hold back. Obviously, it didn’t work too well.” Everyone was stunned. The man who held the prize money was shaking as he handed Krillan the 1500 zenni. “Thank you.” Slipping it into his pocket, Krillan dips his head in respect before taking 18’s hand again and walking away. “That was kinda fun!” He chuckles. 

18 smiles. “And we have extra cash.” Krillan nods. 18 was always worried about money, so it was nice to bring home some extra zenni when he could. 

The next thing he stopped at was an adult gi stall, the fabric and manufacturing seeming of a higher quality. 

He then spotted an orange one similar to his in what appeared to be 18’s size. He grins and pulls it off the rack. “Hey honey look at this! We could match!” He laughs at her expression. Part confusion and part ‘hell no’. “Aww c’mon! It’s just a joke.” 18 then surprises Krillan by walking over and taking it from him. She kisses his cheek (the secret to making him do whatever she said) and smiles. 

“Want me to try it on?” She asks. He grins dopily at her and nods a few too many times. 

“Yes please.” He replies, sounding incredibly dopey. She chuckles and walks over to a small changing area with a curtain for privacy. She slips in and Krillan comes out of his trance when he sees stilts a little ways off in a different stall, with built-in shoes to make using them easier. He grins. 

This should be fun. Running over and pulling out the money for it (more than he knew he should pay for stilts, but hey a prank was a prank) and purchasing them eagerly. He slips them on easily and clumsily walks back over to where he’d left 18, conveniently just as she walks out of the changing room. 

“What do you thi--uh...what are you doing?” she asks, more than a little surprised at the sudden change in height before she notices the stilts. Krillan laughs. 

“Saw these and thought ‘what better way to get to your eye level’, but, um, I didn’t judge the boost very well and here we are.” He now stood as tall over her as she stood over him normally. She smiles, cranking her head back to smile up at him. 

“Please tell me you didn’t pay money for those.” His nervous laugh was all the answer she needed. She shakes her head amusedly at her husband’s antics. 

Sometimes he could be so...unusual. He did and said things sometimes that didn’t appear to make sense, but also made her laugh, which she supposed was the entire point. “Well, enjoy it while it lasts, honey. Those are coming off when we leave.” Krillan nods. 

“That’s probably as long as I can stand them.” He replies, leaning down to kiss her. “Love you.” She smiles, cupping his cheek in her hand. 

“Love you, too.” 

[fourmisfitz]

Breakthru (Roger Taylor x Reader)

Prompt:  I’m done. I’m done trying so hard only for you to never even look in my direction.

Summary:  The reader has quite a lot on her mind that she needs to settle once and for all.

Words: 2.5k 

Warnings: slight angst

A/N: This was a one-shot I wrote immediately after securing the prompt but just edited now, i hope you guys enjoy:)

You had been sitting in Roger’s flat - or, more accurately, done anything but sit still - anxiously waiting for him to get home. You looked through a baby album, you ate some granola bars he would probably murder you for later, you found out which position to lay on his couch was comfiest for your neck. You even sat down at his drum kit.

He’d tried giving you one lesson before but one shattered window and a busted drum stick later...

  “So how much do I speed up?”

  “I need a bloody cigarette.” 

It made you giggle because you were really just kinda giving him a hard time for fun by that point.

Now, you began air-playing, and then your curiosity got the best of you as you started lighting tapping the toms. The stick in your right hand accidentally nicked a cymbal and you swore under your breath.

Getting up, you lost your footing around the stool and tripped, loosing grip of one of the drumsticks. It flung backward and the sound of glass shattering followed it as you winced. You got up and brushed off your jeans.

You began pacing the rug in his living room, a thousand thoughts a minute plowing through your mind. Should I be here? Should I be doing this? Does he deserve this? Probably not… But I need this... 

Just then, the door swung open and bounced against the wall.  He called out your name and you murmured an “In here,” for him to track.

A shaggy blonde stood in the archway. He looked exhausted from a long day. You felt the same.

“What are you doing in here, love?” He asked.

He noticed you continuing to pace.

“Huh? Oh, um,” You wrang out your fingers, fidgeting, mind absent.

“What’s on your mind?” He pressed.

“You know, just uh- I really like this rug. It’s a good rug.” You nodded.

“Righttt…” He pretended to believe it.

You let out a sigh, biting your lip nervously.

“You alright?” He asked again, walking towards you.

“Yeah, I’m just… tired.” You murmured.

He reached out a bent elbow for your arm to link with his

“You need a sandwich.” He poked your nose, bringing out a small smile. You watched fondly as he bent down to kiss your stomach. “Both of you.” He added, smiling against your growing bump and returned to his feet to admire your toothy grin.

“There’s my happy girl. C’mon, let’s get some food into you.” He pecked your temple.

The smile he mimicked off yours fell for a moment, “Hey, what happened to the-”

   “So how ‘bout that sandwich?” You interrupted, smiling innocently, attemting to avert his attention.

The top of his head tilted towards you at your side as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

“You,” He raised his head to stare in front of him as you stifled giggles. “Are untamable, woman, I swear.” He shook his head, giving in to a half-laugh as he guided the two of you to his kitchen.

    ‘When are you going to quit this?!’  echo.

    ‘When you stop being such an idiot!’

    ‘You’re being ridiculous!’  echo.

“You know, if I had a penny for every time the perfect sandwich just magically fixed all my problems...”

Your chin shifted in your propped up fists as you watched Roger work away, his mouth full from picking at the iceberg of lettuce.

“I’d have, like, two cents...”

You furrowed your eyebrows, smiling at the poor comparison.

“-does wonders for the cravings, though,” He added, nodding to the small bump on your abdomen.

“Here, love, Rog Junior over there is probably starving.” Roger tossed the fresh sandwich in front of you before walking over and placing his palms over your stomach.

“Does Mummy not feed you, little one?” He tsked at you and turned to walk back to make one for himself.

“I can level with you on that one, baby Ro, I swear sometimes she forgets to feed daddy, too.”

A smirk overcame his face as he shot you a wink, waving the knife around. You rolled your eyes, grinning and pressed your own palm to your small but growing tummy, smiling shyly to yourself, but instantly feeling it twist into knots.

      “It doesn’t even feel like we’re together anymore!”

    ‘‘Maybe if you weren’t gone after we had an argument, we could actually work it out!”

     “Maybe I don’t want to work it out!” You spat back.

     echo echo echo...

  The memories were rippling through your mind, replaying over and over and over and-

You tried to snap back into the reality ensuing in the kitchen, but it was useless, your mind wouldn’t stop growing louder. Now Roger was eating his own sandwich, going on about a disagreement at the studio regarding differing opinions on lyrics.

You began twisting the cold piece of metal around your ring finger, no longer listening to what he was saying. It was just a hazy echo for background noise to your pounding thoughts.

     “You don’t even look at me the same anymore!” You pleaded.

     “I could say the same for you! I wonder why!” His voice was booming.

You couldn’t take it anymore. It wasn’t fair to keep this going when you felt different. It was wrong to keep it from him.

You muttered something to yourself, the word divorce sneaking into the mumble, focusing on the details of the cupboard to keep your eyes occupied. Like a vacuum, you were instantly sucked back into reality.

“What’s that, sorry?” He leaned sideways to be a bit closer to hear you, eyes still focused on his BLT as he smushed the slices together. You had said it so quietly you weren’t even sure you heard yourself.

“I’m done.” You tried again, breath shaky in your throat this time.

He knew exactly what you were about to do, but wasn’t ready for it. He just stared at you, paused with a dainty piece of lettuce hanging out one side of his mouth, chipmunk cheeks activated, frozen.

“What?” He stammered, his eyebrows lifting with his attention.

“You heard me.” Just shy of a whisper, eyes still fixated on the bland oak wood.

“Y/N, wait wait wait, just hol’on a minute.” Raising his hands in the air to pause you, rushing to chew and gulp down the sandwich and bomb you’d just laid on him.

“Let’s talk about thi-”

  “Save it.” You licked a tear that had found its way to the corner of your mouth.

“I know what I want.” You added, his wide eyes stared on as you continued.

“I want this.” Your eyes finally met with his, the blue orbs breeding worry.

“I’m sorry, Rog, but I-” You halted your sentence, shaking your head. 

What more was there to say? You didn’t need to apologize to him, either.

You paused then nodded as a final declaration of your decision, impulsive eyes blinking. You slowly glanced down at the digits you were fidgeting with and his gaze followed.

Were you ever going to get me a real one?

Prying it off, you peered at the green smudge left around your sweaty ring finger, a ghost of commitment.

This gesture was long overdue, you knew he’d seen it coming. He had to have. You wanted to do it for so long to prove you were serious about all the times you threatened to.

He uttered your name but it fell into some echo void, lost in the air as you ignored it and, without another thought, chucked the silver-plated copper impostor down the drain beside Roger, along with your marriage.

You dared to meet with his eyes again. They were stark blue. God you loved those eyes.

“You’re really doing this…” Pure shock coated his face along with a sweat sheen.

There was a pause before you huffed.

“No,” a hint of a smile crept up on your face, but was immediately robbed with a frown as you bit your lip, breaking the skin.

“You did this. You showed me it’s what needs to happen, Roger- that it’s not right to carry on when... so-...” You croaked. That was it. You’re done, stop talking there. You’ve said all that needs to be said.

You were admiring and mentally storing the colour of his eyes before turning on your heels to head for the front door.

It was the longest two seconds of your life because you knew what followed would be worse for you and Roger, but it would be better, too. Part of you was internally begging for him - waiting for him - to grab your shoulders and turn you to stop you in a hug, but he didn’t. You wish he would just pick you up, throw you on his bed, kiss you until the sun arose, and make it all better; that he would so you’d have an excuse not to leave, but he knew you needed to go and not stop you, encourage you, even.

As you walked to his door, passed the island counter, an echo of your laugh wisped over it from when Roger peppered kisses on every inch of your body after baking pizzas to cheer you up after a fight.

Next you passed the fridge, you again felt the cold metal against your back when the blonde shoved you against it in a heat of passion this past summer.

Then in the living room, connected to the hallway by the front door, you saw the two of you on the couch. That was the time everything in your life seemed to be going wrong and he held you, showing you if nobody else wanted to try, he would. He promised that day he would always be there. It was the first real time you experienced Roger being so endearing and comforting, genuinely seeming like he cared.

You bit your tongue by accident trying to suppress sobs. You should have bitten it a while ago.

Echoes of the argument this morning swirled about your brain,

“You know for a moment there I thought you were actually going to give me the time of day to show you how much I ~do~ care.” he hollered from the bedroom.

Your bottom lip quivered as you squeezed a train of salty droplets from your eyes, swallowing the ache in your throat.

“~That’s~,” your voice didn’t even sound like yours. His tense face relaxed a bit when he saw the devastation crawling around your own, “How you made me feel,” waving a hand in front of you as if your sleeve were erasing a chalkboard, wishing you could do that for her tainted memories from the doomed marriage, “~all~ of these past few months.”

He stared, the only tension in his face now focused at the pinch between his eyebrows, utter remorse slumping his posture as he was lost for words.

He started to plea your name, softer this time.

“Tell your parents I said goodbye, you’ve done it now. You’ve pushed me away.”

As the door slammed behind you, your body faltered to your buckling knees and you slid down the wall of the apartment corridor. Every vein gushed blood to your heart, not able to tell if you were freezing, or smoldering. A crescendo of pain flooded from your throat, attacked your mouth muscles, forced a frown, and pushed tears beyond your eyes. You clutched your chest and thought about the times you felt happy despite the marriage getting rough. A montage of memories, rhapsodies of praise for the moments you clung to…

For reassurance...

“Look at the waterworks! Sweethearrrrt, come on, you’re acting like it’s going to be tomorrow!...” you had been bawling in his lap, insecurities of how long you would last blooming. “and it sure as hell won’t be any time soon.” He took your face in his hands. “This is forever.” His mouth claimed against your cheek as his long dark curls tickled your neck before kissing your ring.

And for hope...

Your name reverberated off the walls of the small apartment. “I just thought of this, tell me what you think! Come on!” grabbing your hand and rushing the two of you practically at a sprint to his drum kit before he forgot the beat, laughing through every word as his blonde hair rippled over his shoulders each hit of the batter heads and cymbals. Near the middle of it his eyes flickered up to yours as he confessed, “You inspired this part!” A crescendo arising as energy passed through his arms to either side of him.  You laughed and asked why, and he shrugged and told you it felt like the song needed it; he knew his life was missing something until you - that crescendo - hit and at last secured it as a favourite in his mind like when a favourite song captures you.

The longing to have that back, the first day you felt relief from your relationship you felt trapped in for so long.

The lazy day you spent on his couch, the record player booming Should I Stay or Should I Go by The Clash as you read a magazine, he - a detailed book about cars. You were biting your lip as you played a round of peek-a-boo behind the printed pages, rocking your propped-up, undressed, bare leg, tempting him before he finally snatched the reading away and lunged on you, pulling giggles out of your throat as he tickled your sides and latched his lips to your neck. His blonde hair tickling your cheek is burned into your mind forever.

Now, instead of throwing your head back in uncontrollable laughing fits, begging for sweet mercy, you threw your head back, smacking it against the wall, begging things to even out. You thumped your head once more, and then instantly regretted it.

“He doesn’t even look at me the same, he knows.” You sobbed to yourself. Echo.

You heard heavy footsteps - Rogers - running to the other side of the door to check on you. It hurt, a sharp pain throbbing around your brain and rushing to the front, clouding your vision with your tears. It hurt to feel this much pain in your head as you did in your heart. You cried out Roger’s name. It hurt. 

It hurt so much you woke up.

There was no sign of air exhuming from your throat as your shaky hand reached up to your quivering lip, some piece of metal cold against your chin. You jolted up in the bed to an upright position and flicked your hand in front of your face in a panic, blinking profusely to check, double check, triple check... It was still there, you hadn’t done it.

You fell back, bouncing into the mattress as you stared up at the ceiling, still trying to process what had just happened. What parts were drawn from reality and what was just a figment of your imagination.

“What the hell…” You breathed.

“Bad dream, sweetheart?” He rolled over, one hand gently retracting yours from your lap and kissing your ring, the other slipping underneath your neck to pull you close to him.

“What? Oh- y-yeah. I’m sorry if I woke you, go back to sleep.”

He rubbed circles with his thumb over your hand, eyes still asleep in a drowse.

“I’m right here. I adore you, sweets. Till death-” He planted a messy kiss on your cheek,  “do-” Then your temple, the wetness leaving it cool against your skin,  “us part.” And one last one just nicking your lips while you ignorantly still stared at the ceiling tiles. 

“Hope she didn’t wake you much, little one.” He bent down to kiss your tummy. “I wonder how curly his hair is going to be.” He yawned. Your stomach twisted again.

It was those brief moments in the morning grog where your daily arguments hadn’t started up yet. It was like a consensual silence of decency. It was a facade.

You were reliving the dream, brief sections of it being so accurate it allowed you to relive the actual memories embedded in your brain that found their way into the slumber.

You breathed away the experience, turning with closed eyes to place a kiss on your husbands warm forehead before burying yourself into his chest. You avoided his eyes, even if they hid behind sleepy, unknowing lids. You took one last deep breath, letting it go against his chest before forcing out,

“ ‘Love you too, Brian.”

And you drifted off to dream about your true love you would fall asleep with tonight.

*Ending Explained... Reader is married to Brian. The arguing flashbacks are between you & him. They are both equally to “blame” for the relationship going south. Taking that into consideration, reader cheats on Brian with Roger. Roger knows, but tries to stay out of it, that’s why he doesn’t mention Brian. The happier flashbacks are of Roger & reader, when you two first began seeing more of each other after you’d get into heated arguments with Brian. The dream sequence where you discard the ring is your gesture to Roger to prove you are ending things once and for all with Brian, but then you realized you hadn’t actually officially done it yet, and Brian noticed your bump growing and obviously assumes its his baby. Now, reader has some decisions to make... 

Part Two is now out!

@bensroger  Congrats on 3k lovely! Xx

[missjackil]

My 14x02 Opinion

Gods and Monsters

So this one wasnt a good as the first one, but it wasn’t bad. Im just never really satisfied with “Sam-lite” episodes, truth be told 😉 One thing bugging me is how much they seem to want to explain everything before they do it. im sure its for the audience, in case someone forgot thi is something legit, or affraid the audience is gonna scream “RETCON!!” or ‘CANON WHAT CANON??” on SM (because they do) or what, but its annoying.  Im not feeling it for Nick, vessel or not, he gives me the skeeves. I hate how people seem to find it neessary to tell Sam why they cant look at Nick, when he’s the one who should hate it the most. However, now that he killed the dude, I guess Nick isnt getting a redemption arc either. Im wondering if the timeline of “a month to 100 years” for grace to recharge was also so we know Luci can come back? But Luci didnt just lose his grace, so maybe not. Jacks part was intereting. His grandmom was on the show another time but I cant recall when... let me know if you remember. Jack was beginning to piss me off when he was saying if they cant kill Michael without killing Dean, then Dean has to die too.... until he asked “Would Dean have it any other way?” because honestly, he wouldnt.  Cas, has been getting seriously roasted this season. Last week hes told hes just bait, this week hes told hes no better than Lucifer, and when he was telling Jack that when he lost his grace and wings and everything, he was gonna say he had Sam and Dean and I thought “Yeah but Dean kicked you out” I think he was thinking about that though. So I wouldnt be surprized that Cas’s storyline this season is that he realizes hes useless and the Winchesters dont care as much about him as he thinks. Also Cas... you’ve been alive millions, if not billions of years... not thousands, remember that first fish that came up on land? But maybe Cas will want to go back to The Empty and sleep for eternity. Sam was lovely in the little time we had with him. very good hair going, and I always love to watch him chop monster heads off  The beard doesnt look too bad in the Fed suit 😍 Michael!Dean was better this week, Jensen wasnt as stiff in his movements, a bit of a dark sense of humor coming through. He needs to lose the hat though.  Im not sure what happened, why Michael would have “left” Having just made a deal with the warewolves, and having the vamp girl bait Sam and co to come to the church, gives me no reason to think hes actually gone, We learned Dean cant spit him out, he “owns” Dean, kinda dumb to establish that and then actually leave. Other times throughout the history of the show, when Dean shows up and Sam may not be sure its him, he says “Hiya Sammy” and this time he just said “Its really me Sammy” Deans return from hell, the episode when Dean was an old man, when Dean showed up to the motel as a 14 yr old, and when he showed up with Michael in tow... all those times he said “Hiya Sammy”. So, maybe its not really a thing, and just a coincidence, but thats sticking in my head. Mike COULD use Nick’s vessel, perhaps he told Nick he would tell him who killed his family if he said yes, and Nick would surely say yes, right? But I dont see a reason why Mike would want Nick, not yet anyway. Mike might be weaker now that hes been using his grace to make stronger monsters and Dean took control for a bit, OR he could be pretending to be Dean to get into the bunker where all the other worlders are and the people most likely to find a way to kill him? I know we;re not done with Michael yet, but im not convinced at all that hes done with Dean.  overall its not my fav episode, and most likely I wont rewatch it muh,  but thats only because Sam isnt in it much. i remember he was on vacation that week, and me thinking wtf dude, you JUST got back!! But Jared usually takes a vacation in the first few weeks. Easing himself and the kids back into it i guess. 

So on a scale of Bloodlines to Who We Are, Im gonna be generous and give this episode a 6. id give it a 5 if it wasnt for the fact that they left me with quetions to gnaw on all week, and thats a good thing😊

[goodnightallwhites]

Midtown High's Newest Snowbunnies By BlackingPacking

Midtown High's Newest Snowbunnies 

By BlackingPacking 

Submitted: July 10, 2020 Updated: July 10, 2020 

Mary Jane Watson and Gwen Stacy want to buy some weed for the first time. They end up joining the ever-growing ranks of thotty teen snowbunny party freaks. A bit of subversion of expectations 

Provided by Hentai Foundry. 

Chapter 1 - Aaron Davis, Part one 2 

1 - Aaron Davis, Part one 

Gwen Stacy and Mary Jane Watson were, among other things, very different types of rebellious. 

Gwen was edgier, tomboyish, borderline violent with how her sense of humor was. The tomboy aspect was helped by her disappointingly small bust. She couldn’t even reach a C cup. 

Mary Jane, on the other hand, was quirkier, more nerdy, would more likely win an argument with a teacher than just annoy one. And her bust was a spot she excelled at. Or two spots. 

Both, though, did plenty of similar things, even together. Sex was one of their favorites, with plenty of steamy lesbian moments, with sloppy wet kissing, pussy licking, and ass eating shared between the two of them. Not to mention complaining about Peter Parker’s tiny little peter. One of their favorite memories was when MJ was on her last break with Peter when they both went to a party in the sluttiest clothes they wore. MJ knew Peter would be there, and wore a leather corset and dyed her hair black just to freak him out. She and Gwen had some damn good phone sex after that. They spent hours on the phone almost every night, without either’s family knowing, having the kinkiest phone sex their FBI agents could imagine. This being before they’d graduated to full on hot lesbian fucking. 

Something they’ve only done once, however, was smoke a joint. Gwen got it from a party, hid it from her father, and let Mary Jane share in enjoying the small amount of actual mary jane. They’d enjoyed it, but that was weeks ago. They wanted more. 

And what better way, thought MJ, than getting it herself? That’d show Gwen for always saying she was the cooler one. 

She wouldn’t even go to the school’s dealer, Hobie Brown. They needed a guy who could get them whatever they wanted- weed, high nick vapes, fake IDs, whatever. She’d get the good stuff from the guy who every kid in midtown was told to stay away from on their walk home, the guy Hobie wanted to be. 

Aaron Davis, garbed in a purple t-shirt under his leather jacket, smoked a vape in an alleyway. Nothing illegal, and he never got high on his own supply. He never even kept his product in the same place day to day. It was how he made himself the biggest dealer left in Midtown. He was smart, far smarter than most. And he wasn’t even 25 yet. The guy was going places. 

As for Mary Jane, she liked his confidence already. He stood there with swagger, looking more impressive than 90% of the students at Midtown, easily. He was a few inches taller than her, and almost half a foot taller than Gwen, but carried himself like he was far, far above them. They liked that. 

Best of all, they’d heard rumors that Aaron accepted sex as a payment. And sex was Gwen and MJ’s favorite thing. 

It certainly helped that he was black. Everyone knew what that meant, of course, and it’d be a welcome 

change after only having sex with all 3 inches of Peter Parker. 

MJ had a whole pervy little plan concocted. She had managed to arrange a meeting with Aaron through Hobie, set at 2:55, right after school let out. Gwen was told, though, that she should meet behind the apartment flats the students were all told to stay away from at 3:30. MJ had her stuff ready during last period, and nobody cared that she brought her backpack to class. 

Nobody but Peter, of course. 

“Hey, MJ,” he asked after the 2:50 bell rung. 

“What is it, Peter?” she asked, annoyed after spending a full 45 minutes horny beyond belief. It was a struggle for the redhead not to finger her pussy through her jeans. 

“Ah, nothing MJ. You just looked uncomfortable all class- plus you had your backpack today. In a hurry for something?” He acted so fucking cocky. As much as MJ told herself that she was a size queen who only deserved the biggest, hottest cocks, she had to admit that Peter was cute. He had that whole ‘hot nerd’ thing he was growing into since he lost the glasses, got a whole lot fitter, and had a confidence boost. She actually got wetter. She hoped the over-observant bastard didn’t notice how the wet spot in her panties felt like it was soaking into her jeans. 

“Yeah- I’m, uh, not feeling great now Peter. I’ll talk later if I can though!” She walked faster. 

“Oh. Alright. I’ll, uh, call you?” He called, stopping as she sped off. 

“Don’t bother!” she yelled. 

By 2:55, she was at the location. Her tight maroon and white t-shirt showed off her round tits perfectly, and her jeans showed off her ass like nothing else she owned. They were bell-bottoms, something that hadn’t been in style for 40 years, but she knew the curviness made her butt pop just that much more. 

And then, there he was. The purple garbed tall black man, standing behind the old apartments across the street. They were home to single mothers and school kids, none of whom would be home now. MJ wondered how many he had fucked. 

She knew the stereotypes of course. White man, small dick, but black man? Big dick. She new her mom had joked to May Parker about how MJ’s abusive asshole of a dad was just insecure about his ugly little pecker. She’d even heard him say the N word a few times. How the hell a beauty queen like MJ came from a guy who, from what she heard, had hairy little marbles for balls was a mystery to her. 

But Aaron Davis? Not only would he not have to be too impressive to dwarf Peter and Mr. Watson, but he still looked like he’d be impressive against anyone. He looked good without trying too hard, he could model if he didn’t have such rough features, especially under that tight t-shirt. 

The definition of big dick energy. And that didn’t even count the bulge in his jeans. 

“Hey there,” MJ breathed, looking around the corner to see no one followed her. Her heart felt like it 

was in her throat. She was gonna fuck thi 20-something year old dude. She didn’t know how or where or in which of her eager teen holes, but she know she would.” 

“Yo- MJ, right?” 

She nodded, “do you- have the stuff?” 

“The stuff?” He cracked up, “yeah kid, I do. But how do you know you’re not a cop?” 

MJ stopped. “A-a cop?” 

“Yeah. Ya gotta admit it’s fishy. High school bitch, askin for weed when she coulda just gone to my boy Hobie? What are you, little girl, freshman, sophomore? 14 or 15? I’m down to get some head, but not to do anything illegal. Well, that kinda illegal.” He chuckled. 

“I’m a senior, thank you! A-and look, here’s me student ID,” she flashes her wallet, showing the card and her under-21 drivers liscense. “That's enough?” 

He chuckled again. “Yeah bitch, it’s good. But, I saw you got some good money in that wallet. You ain’t just gonna by my shit like a normal thottie?” 

“I’m,” she walked up to him. Shakily she laid her fingers on his chest, “thottier than most, you might say.” 

“Oh? You’re lookin nervous babe. Ever done this?” He lifted his fat bulge. 

“I-I-I’m not a virgin! I know what to do.” 

“But you’ve never sucked off a nigga in an back alley, have ya?” 

A back alley? He wanted it here?! 

The dirtiest she’d ever done was blow Flash Thompson in his bathroom while his girlfriend was outside. And even then, Flash Thompson, while better than most at 6 or 7 inches, definitely did not compare to the thing that stretched Aaron’s pants. “N-no...” she admitted. 

“It’s ok girl,” he hummed. She looked up at him. Those tight round tits of hers nearly brushed against his chest, “I’ll show you the ropes.” 

Suddenly, with a thud, she felt a large object slap against her stomach. She looked down and saw it- a long, fat cock. 

“You can squat down right? Show me how low you can go.” 

She obeyed with wide eyes and a gaping mouth. With her ass out lots more than it needed to be, she squatted down to take his cock in her mouth. It was bigger than her face, with a thick width and thick foreskin and a nice, fat head. It’d be hard to take down. 

“Eat my ass, Peter,” she whispered as she held this big beautiful dick. 

“‘Scuse me?” He asked. 

“Oh,” MJ looked up. She was drooling. “Peters my, well, Gwen, the girl who’s coming later, Uh, our ex. He’s about this big.” She pinches her fingers together. 

Aaron just burst out laughing, “Ah, don’t make me laugh!” Despite the obvious. 

“It’s true!” she laughed too though. This big cock stared her right in the face. A real man’s cock. What the fuck was Peter gonna do about it, huh? Mary Jane had some reservations before, but as she opened her mouth all wide and breathy and nasty, she realized just how right it felt to suck on a cock this big. That’s what was really important. That a guy’s cock was big. It was a size game, and only the biggest, fattest, pants-tearingest cocks deserved to win. If Aaron took this cock away, MJ would probably curl up on the ground and cry. 

Aaron rolled his eyes, “Whatever, bitch. Just keep goin with that jb-bj.” 

“JB?” asked MJ as she popped her jaw each way to get ready to suck off that dick. 

“Jailbait.” he whispered as she slid her tonguey mouth right down his veiny cock, “And whoo damn is it worth it” 

“Mmmmgh!” said MJ happily as he started fucking his throat. Of course she was worth it- she was this close to a modelling contract, after all. She never wanted to be an airhead or some haughty bitch, but goddamn if that didn’t seem fun. Maybe if she’d joined the cheerleading squad she’d get black dick like this more often. Sally Avril probably got her ass raw dogged to nirvana. Cummed in too. 

With Peter, MJ had been used to counting the seconds until he came. With Aaron, it was minutes. But just minutes. He wasn’t going at it subtly, roughly fucking the back of her throat so she drooled and spat over his hairy crotch and thick, muscled legs. He didn’t care about her pleasure, but not because he didn’t know how. Just because he didn’t want to. She was, along with being a customer who was probably being way overcharged, a cumdump to him. But little else. And he made it work, dammit. 

He shot thick cum into her stomach. She’d heard it called ‘baby batter’ before, but now she understood this. As his balls tightened up and his truly manly cock got even veinier, she could feel how much batter-like man milk he was dumping in her. She could barely close her mouth with it all in, after he stopped. 

Baby batter. In the back of her mind, she was thankful he didn’t just shoot that up her pussy or she’d have some serious explaining to do. 

On the other hand, she really wanted to get fucked. Fucked hard. Fucked right in the pussy by this cocky, misogynistic, drug dealing black thug. With his big fucking cock. Because fuck what she needed, she’d be getting what she wanted. 

“Mmm-mmmmm!” she said, biting her lip as she sat down on the filthy alley ground, legs spread, and started shaking. She kept moaning like that until her jeans were totally soaked. She’d cum from barely even touching him. Barely even being touched. 

“You bitches are weird, you know that?” 

“I- I’m sorry, but I don’t care,” MJ stood up and began stripping, “Wanna fuck?” 

“Ah shit, girl- right here?” 

“M-hmm. C’mon, I’m so fucking horny,” she just threw her underwear down with her clothes. 

“Didn’t you just cum?” 

“Yeah- and I said I was fucking horny!” MJ’s mind told her to stop, that rawdogging this dude in this alley was a horrible choice, no matter how big he was or how wet she had gotten, but those voices quieted as she orgasmed. They’d probably go away with the next. “So, how do you want it? Face to face, or me bent over?” 

“Shit, you white bitches are all the same,” he said as he licked his lips. Aaron surely had no second thoughts. 

But it seemed not all those voices came from inside her head. 

No, one came from a thotty blonde genius who liked knives a little too much, who was walking right up to them. 

“MJ- what the fuck?” 

Oh shit- Gwen! 

[theartofbeinganerd]

Alright, so I was planning to update 1 Night (+9 Months) tonight, BUT my day ended up being far busier than I’d planned and I’m exhausted, so instead I offer not one but two fics from when I did 52 Prompts for 52 Weeks last year.

Here’s the first one, Week Forty-Five, “A story about a near-death experience”; set sometime in the future.

*This fic contains some canon-typical violence at the beginning

(Ao3)

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“Shit!”

Stumbling back from the force of the punch landed squarely on his jaw, Fitz barely had a moment to prepare before he received another punch – that one, though, to his gut. He doubled over in pain, grunting as he fell to his knees. Wildly, he wondered where the hell the rest of his team was with the backup he’d been promised.

After all, Fitz’s part in the plan had just been data retrieval, not getting his ass handed to him by some freakishly strong goons.

Still, he had to keep them busy while the scan was running on the servers, so he spat out a mouthful of blood and smirked up at his attacker. “That all you got, then? Barely tickles.”

The man and his friend both gave Neanderthal-esque growls as they advanced on him once more, and his vision briefly whited out in blinding pain when his request for more got him a knee to the chin, cracking his skull back against the concrete wall behind him. Absurdly, the first thing he found himself thinking (after the pain ebbed enough to allow for thought, that was) was that Jemma was going to be beyond pissed if he ended up with another head injury when she was always telling him to ‘be careful’ and that he ‘still had a brain injury no matter how much it had healed’.

Then, he heard the familiar sound of a gun cocking and suddenly found himself staring down the barrel, and as he gulped nervously, he thought to himself that Jemma might just have a few other things to be pissed about.

In the space of a moment, goon number two squeezed the trigger of his gun and Fitz clenched his eyes shut at the same moment that he heard something explode not too far away from where he knelt on the floor. When he realized that his head hadn’t been blown off, he cautiously opened his eyes, and sighed in relief when he saw Daisy, hand out and a smug smirk on her face. The two goons were unconscious and crumpled on the ground nearby.

“Cutting it a bit close, yeah?” Fitz grumbled good-naturedly, shakily getting to his feet. He felt a flash of pain in his chest, and groaned internally as he realized he’d probably broken a rib – Jemma was gonna kill him.

Daisy’s smirk disappeared as she turned to him, her eyes widening in disbelief. “Fitz, what the hell were you doing? Were you really just going to let that guy shoot you?!”

Gaping at her in shock, Fitz spread his arms and shook his head. “I’m sorry, did it look as though I was dictating the terms of that fight? ‘Oh yeah, I could totally kick both your sorry arses, but for fun lemme just get on the ground and you can put a bullet in my skull’!”

Daisy gave a fierce roll of her eyes, snapping under her breath, “You’re so dramatic.”

“You’ve been spending too much time with Jemma,” Fitz shot back, given that it was his girlfriend that was always muttering about how dramatic she found him. Crossing the room and trying to ignore the pain in his body, he snatched the now fully downloaded drive from the mainframe, pocketing it before turning back to Daisy. “After you,” he said, gesturing widely to the door.

Only after Daisy had turned to leave the room first did Fitz allow his pained wince at the simple movement to show on his face.

Yep, even though the bullet hadn’t hit home, he was still so dead.

-

Jemma had been doing quite well keeping herself distracted all day, since Fitz had been called away on a mission early that morning, and she was proud of herself for doing so. However, then she’d returned to their off-base apartment after finishing up in the lab for the day, and it hadn’t been as easy to keep distracted. She’d reorganized their bookshelf (it was now organized by genre, then name of author rather than simply by title – how archaic that had been), she’d cleaned the kitchen from their quick breakfast, she’d done laundry, including their sheets which meant she then had to make the bed, and finally, she’d ended up cleaning the already spotless windows.

She was just finishing up the last one when she heard a key in the lock, and she dropped her cleaning rag as she spun to face the front door as it swung open.

“Jemma,” Fitz sighed as soon as he caught sight of her, and Jemma immediately noticed the beginnings of a nasty bruise along his left cheek. He closed the door behind him and started moving toward her, but paused with a sudden frown, glancing around. “Uh…isn’t it kinda early for nesting?”

Scowling, Jemma placed her hands on her hips, but the affect was lost a bit in the little bulging baby bump she was so absurdly proud of. “I’ve only been doing everything I can to keep myself from going mad with worry! And don’t you try to distract me with jokes – you’re hurt.”

Without another word, she strode across the remaining space to stand in front of him, cupping his face in her hands. Even though her touch was extremely gentle, he still gave a small wince, and it caused concern to flare up inside of her. It had to have been awful if even such a light touch could cause him pain.

“What happened?” she demanded, “Are you hurt anywhere else? And don’t you dream of lying to me Leopold Fitz, because I will find them, even if I have to strip you naked right here and check for myself.”

Fitz’s eyebrows rose, a teasing little grin crossing his lips. “Is that a threat or a promise?” When he received only a frosty glare in response, he cleared his throat nervously, then nodded. “Just business then. Look, I had to distract these two goons while I was waiting for the server to download, so I let them beat me up a bit. No big deal, all I need is a little rest and a lot of you.” He reached up to capture her hands in his, pulling them away from his face and squeezing them gently.

Jemma felt her anger begin to ebb at his sweet words, her expression starting to soften, the beginnings of a smile forming around the corners of her lips. However, then he stretched his arms out toward her, moving to embrace her, and she saw his features twist in pain. He let out a sharp hiss, his hand flying up to press against the sore area, and Jemma’s eyes narrowed into tight slits. Not even bothering to ask first, her hands flew over the buttons of his shirt, undoing them with practiced ease, and then she parted the fabric to reveal the bandage wrapped around his chest and the mottled bruise it didn’t quite cover.

She sucked in a sharp gasp, her hands fluttering over the bandage. She desperately wanted to do something to make it better, to soothe his pain, but she didn’t want to touch him in case she agitated his injury. “What happened?”

“Jem, please, it’s not that bad,” he assured her, carefully reaching up to place a hand on her shoulder and stroking her arm soothingly with his thumb. “Really, it could’ve been a lot worse if Daisy hadn’t shown up and saved my sorry arse.”

“And what does that mean?” Jemma demanded, her gaze sharply rising to meet his. She saw him wince slightly, and he’d clearly meant for her to focus on the fact that he’d gotten off easy, rather than the fact that he’d been in more danger than he was admitting to. Jemma wasn’t about to be played for a fool, however – she was pregnant, not dumb, and she knew all of Fitz’s tricks by now.

“Well…uh…” Fitz frowned, twisting his lips into a grimace. “I may have uh…almost gotten shot?” When Jemma’s eyes grew wide in horror, he hastened to add, “But like I said, Daisy showed up and quaked ‘em before the bullet could ever reach me, so my brains are safe.” Smiling reassuringly, he reached up to tap his skull.

Jemma was not reassured. “You almost died,” she gasped out, feeling tears begin to burn her eyes as she stepped back and turned away from him. Her breaths were coming a bit faster, her hands shaking as she imagined that tonight could have gone completely different. She could’ve been receiving news of the mission from someone else – Coulson, perhaps Daisy, maybe even Mack or May – could’ve been told that she’d lost her best friend in the world, told that she’d be raising their baby without a father.

“Hey, Jemma, stop, it’s alright,” Fitz murmured, closing the distance she’d put between them and gently wrapping her up in his arms. “I’m okay, see?”

Jemma shook her head, even as she buried herself in his embrace and greedily breathed in the achingly familiar scent of Fitz. “I can’t take this anymore Fitz. Every time I almost lose you, I’m terrified that there won’t be any more almosts, that we’ve already had too many second chances. Someday that luck will run out and Daisy or someone else won’t be there to save you in the nick of time and…” She trailed off when she grew too choked up at the mere thought, giving another shake of her head.

“Jemma…” Fitz’s voice was soft, but strained under the wealth of emotion he seemed to be struggling with as well, and she felt his arms tighten around her. “Jemma, you know I’ll always come back to you.”

“It’s not always up to you,” she reminded him quietly, allowing her eyes to fall closed as she pressed her cheek to his chest, heard his heartbeat pounding beneath her ear, wonderfully and perfectly still alive.

“Nothing’s gonna happen to me,” he promised her gently, and she felt his hands lovingly rubbing her back, fingertips tracing the length of her spine through her shirt. “Believe me, I have far too much to live for.” With that, one of his hands shifted from her back to slide around to her front, pressing his palm against her stomach.

For a long moment, Jemma remained quiet as Fitz stroked her rounded stomach and dropped kisses on the top of her head. Then, she pulled away slightly, just enough to catch his eye. “Fitz,” she whispered, “we can’t keep living like this. This…this is no way to raise a family.”

Fitz let out a quiet sigh, but she could tell by his expression that her words didn’t come as a surprise to him and he’d likely been thinking along the same lines. Her pregnancy had been a surprise, to say the least, and they were still adjusting to the idea and the changes it made and would make to their lives, but they were more than ready to accept their baby into their life together. However, it was becoming more and more clear that there were still changes that needed to be made to accommodate the surprise addition to their family.

“Yeah,” he agreed quietly, “Yeah, I know.”

“What should we do?”

Fitz gave another sigh, carefully lifting his arm to wrap around her shoulder, tugging her back into the circle of his arms. Her head fell naturally into the space between his neck and shoulder (which she very much had always thought of as her spot, and had done so even more since they’d realized their more romantic feelings toward each other), and she felt him rest his head on top of hers. “I don’t know,” he admitted, and she felt him give the slightest of shrugs. “But we’ll figure it out, together. And as long as we are together, as long as we have our family, then I know everything’s gonna be fine.”

For the first time since she’d heard of his most recent brush with death, Jemma felt a smile curving her lips, and she let out a content sigh as her eyes slipped closed. “I love you,” she murmured.

Even though she wasn’t looking at him, Jemma just knew that he was smiling as well as he replied softly, affectionately, “I love you too, Jem.”

Fitz was right – as long as they had each other, everything would be alright. They would make sure of it.