#no way this is real 😭😭 they’re fucking with us. i swear

[rogloptimist]

save me quick step dinosaur…. quick step dino save me…

[verstarppen]

omfg i love your fics they’re so funny 😭😭 i had an idea for a max fic that i think you would do so well 🫶 so like she’s his teammate and she has a bf (no idea who but prob another athlete or something since they tend to kinda be fboys 👀 but not another driver please because those dynamics make me cringe in second hand embarrassment 🙏) then he like cheats on her publicly, but she decides to live in idgafistan and max helps her make her ex jealous 😝 but he’s like actually been into her for a really long time and everyone ships them and stuff and then he bags her with his irresistible chronically offline awkward white boy rizz 💋

summary; cheaters deserve to get cheated out of their career, or at least that's how max justifies destroying your ex's life

pairing; max verstappen x fem! red bull driver! reader [ no faceclaim ]

warnings; suggestive language, swearing

a/n; DISCLAIMER the boyfriend is made up and also a sims 2 reference, if by chance there is a real tennis player by the name of Dominic Lothario im so sorry sir this was not written with you in mind ALSO this is my VERY sneaky way of telling everyone my favorite song is trophäe by paula carolina so naturally i had to shove the word trophy everywhere to justify using lyrics as the title I HOPE I DID YOUR PROMPT JUSTICE also i skipped over singapore because we don't talk about singapore

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maxverstappen1 The only time I've cheated.

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feeltheorange WHAT DID HE SAYYYY

meepshoemaker the double take i just did cracked my neck

yukinator22 NAHHHHHHHHH

albogeant BRO DIDN'T EVEN GIVE HER TIME TO RECOVER LMAOOOOOOOO

ynln7 everyone has permission to laugh i came up with the caption

pierregasly Thank god charles_leclerc I'm going to hell I laughed before I saw your comment pierregasly Me too ynln7 assholes (affectionately)

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ynln7 anyway

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christianhorner This is not the team bonding I was talking about

charles_leclerc Shut up, some of us have waited years for this pierregasly Seconded danielricciardo Third...ed?

simplyclerc LET HIM COOK

lionkingseb max verstapprizz

mcmango he saw an opportunity and he took it

redbullpapaya i manifested this with magic beyond the human comprehension

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redbullracing An immaculate performance today from @ maxvestappen1 and @ ynln7 that’s a 6th Constructors’ Championship for the team!! 🏆 CONGRATULATIONS, WORLD CHAMPIONS!!

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super_max they know they ate

staraikkonen the blueprint for all powercouples

shadownorris LET'S FUCKING GOOOOO

angelricciardo talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, show stopping, spectacular, never the same, totally unique, completely not ever been done before, unafraid to reference or not reference

dominic_lothario 👎

redbullracing Shouldn't you be looking for a job? What are you doing in our comments.

kirbyvettel MAXY/N SWEEP

maxverstappen1 The trophy is not my only win this week @ ynln7

ynln7 ok now let me pass you maxverstappen1 No 🧡 You're pretty in p2

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ynln7 celebrating the win the RIGHT way (playing f1 2023)

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easportsf1 Amen

ynln7 LMAO

maxverstappen1 I let you win

ynln7 bruised ego alert

christianhorner Such a RESPONSIBLE team, aren't we?

orangleclerc THE T-SHIRT

strawberryrosberg Did they turn down the afterparty invite for this because mad respect

charles_leclerc Tell me your record, I'll beat it

ynln7 in your dreams, leclerc maxverstappen1 Beat us in real life first charles_leclerc First of all.

pic credits: instagram and pinterest

[luvjunie]

Hey sweetie, I’ve been a real big fan. Can you write some HCS or a fic about the both Miles being twins?

a/n: ABSOLUTELY 10000% YES. i had way too much fun with this oml. and omg thank you you’re so sweet! 😭 btw, let’s just pretend that in this au they don’t have the same name since they’re ‘twins’ lmao

— headcanons. miles and miles as twins

Twins? Yes. Polar opposites? Definitely.

They both have a completely different sense of style, but one thing they have in common is that they both love Jordan’s. However I feel like miles!42 is a full blown sneakerhead. Has the better collection and often finds miles!1610 wearing his shoes, because somehow 42 always manages to win the snkrs raffles.

“Are those my brand new fuckin’ 4s?” “Uh… no?” “Take my shit off before I tweak out.”

42 keeps his side of the room squeaky clean, gets upset if there’s even a sock that does not belong to him on his side

Absolutely hates the song Sunflower. Cannot stand it, makes him wanna rip his hair out. The minute it came out 1610 played it into the dirt and 42 swears he can still hear it in his dreams till this day

1610 is the more affectionate one (outwardly) while 42 likes to pretend he’s completely devoid of that as if he doesn’t love his brother with everything in him.

“You got exactly three seconds to get off me.” “Just hug me back, damn!”

They’re the kind of brothers to open soundcloud, turn on a random trap beat and see who can go the longest freestyling. They do that thing where guys bring their fist to their mouths and squeal and shove each other out of excitement when they get a good flow going back and forth

42 is definitely the athletic type, plays football and soccer. 1610 is more in tune with his artistic side. Will play sports for fun but doesn’t care for them like that

42 is introverted as hell, doesn’t really like talking to people. 1610 is more of a social butterfly

They’ve never once liked the same girl. Ever. Their taste is drastically different

“Bro, you like a white girl?” “…Yes? What does her race have to do with anything?” “See me personally—“. “Literally nobody fucking asked.”

Used to help each other break out of their cribs when they were babies. Either that or Jeff and Rio would wake up to find that 42 had climbed into 1610’s crib after they’d been put down and slept with him instead. it was impossible to keep them apart from each other, so eventually they just broke down the second crib and let them use the one.

You can tell who is who in their baby pictures. You guessed it, 42 was the oddly solemn one who always wanted to play by himself. They worried about him for a bit. They also had to tickle him as an attempt to get him to smile in pictures, and just their luck, he’s never been ticklish

When they were eight years old, 1610 accidentally broke the wolverine action figure 42 never went anywhere without, and 42 cried about it for three days straight

They definitely ask for each other’s opinions on their outfits

“Do you think this shirt goes with these pants?” “The entire outfit is black… how would it not go together?”

They both obviously love their mother but 42 is the biggest mama’s boy. Always in the kitchen helping her cook, will watch her telenovelas with her and actually keep up with the plot. He’ll willingly follow her to the grocery store or accompany her on her ridiculously long Ross/Tjmaxx sprees because he likes hanging out with her

They terrorize the fuck outta their dad and have been doing so since they entered this world because they think it’s funny. Stupid shit like dying his boxers pink, or looking up a cracked tv screen video on youtube just to watch him nearly have a heart attack thinking they broke it. They used to twin-swap when they were younger to get out of certain things, but it’s 100% impossible to pull off now. They’re way too different, physically and mentally

Uncle Aaron took 42 to get his ears pierced when he was thirteen, something 1610 would never do. Rio basically had an aneurysm when he came home with them in and Jeff was not pleased but Aaron took the blame for it, said it was his idea. 42 made up some bullshit lie about how if he takes them out before they heal completely they’ll get infected. Still has them in till this day

42 is exactly fourteen minutes older and refuses to let 1610 hear the end of it, but 1610 is taller by an inch and weighs a little more.

“I don’t know why you’re talking shit like I’m not older than you. Pipe down lil’ bro.” “Sorry, is someone talking to me right now? Cause I sure as hell can’t see ‘em.” “Nigga it’s ONE INCH”

They’re definitely scrapping over that, and both get smacked upside their heads by Mama Rio for fighting with each other

42 needs the tv and the fan on, SIMULTANEOUSLY when he sleeps or he’ll be up the entire night. 1610 can’t stand it

1610 will try and turn the fan off after his brother’s been asleep for probably two hours, thinking he’s in the clear until he hears—

“Do you value your life? Turn my damn fan back on.”

Deep down 42 is a big ass softie and loves spending time with 1610, he has no idea what he’d do without him. He’s just not the best at expressing it. 1610 teases him about it simply because he enjoys aggravating his other half

“You still got plans with Ganke tonight?” “Nah, his mom’s dragging him to some baby shower.” “Oh, cool, cool… So what movie are we watching?” “Huh?” “Huh—Headass. What movie are we watching tonight?” “Sorry, I’m not understanding. Are you—asking to spend time… with me?” “Damn, I need to say it in Spanish? Matter fact, you probably won’t understand that either. No sabo ass.”

[querenciasturniolo]

guest ⮕ m.s.

word count: 1.6k

warnings: swearing, awkward flirting, embarrassment

summary: request

a/n: this was requested by @rainsoakedphoenix, and i had SO much fun writing it (even though it took ages) ! sorry for the mix up, i hope this works 😭💓 i wrote this while watching the new season of heartstopper, which is AMAZING by the way

(this is like 89% dialogue, which i’m sorry if it wasn’t your vision, but i tried my best 🤞🏻)

everything written is completely fictional. the people i write for are written with characteristics and mannerisms that i made for them, this is in no way depicting what would actually happen in real life.

“Good morning campers, and welcome to the Cut the Camera podcast. I’m Nick Sturniolo.”

“I’m Matt Sturniolo.”

“And I’m Chris.”

Your eyes flickered between the three of them, reaching your hands up to adjust your headphones. Nick finally turned his head to you.

“We have a special guest for this episode, introduce yourself.” He said.

You looked at one of the cameras and smiled, lifting your hand to wave.

“Hey, I’m Y/n.” You said, wincing slightly. “Jesus, that was awkward, someone else talk now.” Matt pulled a face, you looking over at him and mocking him playfully.

“Like some of you know, Y/n is one of our good friends from home. She hasn’t been in much of our content because she doesn’t know what the fuck she’s doing, but that’s fine, we love her anyway.” Nick said. You scoffed and leaned back in the diner seat, pulling the mic with you.

“It’s not that I don’t know what I’m doing, I’m just an awkward piece of shit.” You said, shrugging your shoulders. “S’not my fault your fans love watching me suffer.”

“Well that turned dark. Anyway, Y/n, why don’t you introduce the topic.” Chris said. You sighed and crossed your arms over your chest.

“Today we’re talking about how the four of us met, and how I’ve continued to endure their torture for so long.” You paused, Matt’s jaw slack as he looked over at you. You grinned and shook your head. “No, I’m kidding. They’re pretty great, I’m glad they’ve tortured me for this long.”

Chris scoffed. “You love us and you know it.”

“I’m pretty sure that’s exactly what I said, but if you want to get all mushy already, then yes, I love you guys.” You said.

Nick awed next to you, Matt leaning over and bumping your shoulder with his.

“You’ve always been the lovey-dovey one. Y/n has called me at like six o’clock on a random Tuesday before just to tell me she was thinking about me.” Nick said. You covered your face with your hands and groaned.

“God, why must you expose me? Let them think I’m dark and gloomy.” You grumbled.

Matt scoffed then, the audio coming through your headphones clear enough for you to peek an eye through your fingers. “None of them think you’re dark and gloomy, they’ve seen you in videos before, dude. Accept the fact that you’re a softy.” He teased, your jaw practically hitting the floor.

The conversation went on like this for about twenty minutes, the four of you talking and bickering back and forth. The conversation ran off the tracks quite a few times, and Matt tried reeling it back in as best as possible.

“So, back to the topic at hand—”

“Nick, what did you say?” Chris asked, completely cutting Matt off.

“I was just saying that was bullshit.” Nick said.

“Guys, what are we even—”

“How is what I just said bullshit?” Chris asked, the both of them in their own little world.

Matt sighed and looked at you, shrugging his shoulders. You turned to face him fully, resting your arm on the back of the booth. “So anyway, what’s an average day in the life of Matt Sturniolo?” You asked. Matt frowned and adjusted himself to face you completely.

“What?” He asked, pulling the mic towards him.

“What’s an average day in your life?” You repeated, raising your eyebrows.

Matt’s frown relaxed as he thought, shrugged, and finally spoke. “I’d say; wake up, shower, eat, go to meetings, come home, go to bed, repeat.” He held his hands out to count on his fingers, your eyebrows raising as you listened, no emotion on your face.

“Wow, riveting.”

Matt scoffed and shook his head, opening his hands and gesturing them towards you. “Please, tell me about your extraordinary day to day schedule, I’d love to hear it.”

“Of course you would. I happen to have a day packed full of important tasks.” You said, lifting your chin sarcastically.

“Oh, really? Name one.” He said, leaning back and crossing his arms over his chest.

“Well, I work.” You started, Matt nodding and pursing his lips.

“Oh, you work, do you? And what do you do after that?” He asked, your eyebrows lifting and your jaw going slack.

“Well, if you must know, after work I go home and eat and then shower and go to bed.” You said matter of factly, Matt staring at you completely unamused.

“That has got to be the most boring play-by-play I’ve ever heard.”

You rolled your eyes. “Oh, and yours was better, Matt?”

“I think so. What do you do for work?” He asked, the corner of his lips turned up in a half smile.

You sighed and shrugged your shoulders. “Retail. It’s not the most glorious job, but it gets the bills paid.”

“Yikes, customer service.” He winced, to which you shrugged your shoulders again.

“Like I said, not the most glorious job. I deal with a lot of dickheads, but the regulars are nice.” You said, grabbing your cup and taking a sip of it. You jutted your chin at him. “It’s your turn to ask a question, I don’t think they’re gonna stop any time soon.”

Matt hummed and thought for a moment. “Um, what’s your favorite color?”

“That’s really the best you could come up with, Matt?” You said, a laugh leaving your lips as he looked at you in mock offense.

“At least it’s not as mundane as ‘what do you do everyday’, Y/n. Cut me some slack, I’m trying here.” He retorted, your hands going up before you answered.

“It’s blue.”

“Lame.” He said, your eyebrows furrowing.

“Matt, that’s literally your favorite color, too.” You said, Matt scoffing.

“You don’t know me.” He mumbled, a laugh bubbling out of you as you adjusted in your seat, scooting the slightest bit towards him.

“I’ve known you my entire life, you dork. That argument is invalid.” You said.

Matt pursed his lips and shrugged his shoulders. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say.”

You rolled your eyes and shook your head, really studying him for the first time in awhile. You reached forward and lightly pinched a lock in your fingers and twirled it. “Your hair is getting long.” You said. There was something in Matt’s eyes that you couldn’t quite place, but the apples of his cheeks were tinged pink.

“Yeah, I need to cut it soon.” He said, his voice quiet.

You nodded your head, letting go of the lock of hair and resting your hand back on the booth centimeters away from his. “If that’s what you want.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He asked, his eyebrows furrowed as he lightly jabbed the tips of your fingers with his.

You paused, realizing how passive it had sounded. You immediately shook your head. “No, oh my God, nothing! It was just an observation.” You said, resting your hand on his.

“So you wouldn’t care if I shaved my head?” He asked, mischief glinting in his eyes. Somehow, your fingers ended up entwined, but both of your palms were resting on the back of the booth. It was comfortable, but new, and you didn’t know exactly how to navigate this. You shrugged your shoulders and pulled your headphones off of your head and rested them around your neck.

“I wouldn’t care, no. Just because I think your hair looks cute long, doesn’t mean I’m going to freak out if you change it.” You said honestly. Matt blinked, processing your words before he replied.

“You think my hair looks cute long?” He asked. You nodded your head, ignoring the burning in your face.

“That is what I just said, yes.” You said, trying to sound like it was no big deal

“Wow, admitting you think I’m cute on recording? That’s crazy.” You could tell he was teasing, and by the color of his cheeks, you could tell he didn’t mind.

You cocked an eyebrow, tilting your head to the side as your smile grew. “Are we just going to ignore the fact that you’ve been practically holding my hand for this entire conversation?”

“I haven’t?” He said, immediately pulling his hand from yours and resting it in his lap, his eyes darting downward. You smiled and shook your head, teasingly gesturing around the room.

“Matt, it’s literally on camera, from multiple angles.” You said, Matt’s eyes meeting yours. He studied your face and eventually smiled and rolled his eyes, the awkward tension he was radiating before slowly dissipating.

“Yeah, okay, whatever.” He mumbled, adjusting his headphones before meeting your eyes again. You opened your mouth to speak, but were quickly interrupted.

“Oh my God, this is honestly disgusting.”

You whipped your head around to Nick, your eyes wide as he met you with an incredulous stare.

“You guys have been flirting like, the entire time. I’m surprised I haven’t thrown up yet.” He finished, your face on fire as your eyes flickered to Chris’ amused smile.

“Honestly, Nick and I stopped arguing like, five minutes ago. We just wanted to see how long it would take the two of you to notice.” You looked back at Matt, who was awkwardly laughing into his hands and shaking his head. “Clearly, way too fucking long. Can we get back to the topic of our joint childhoods now?” Chris finished.

You cleared your throat and nodded, adjusting yourself in the booth so you were facing forward and your shoulder was to Matt.

“Where were we again?” You asked, Nick jumping into the conversation effortlessly.

The rest of the podcast went smoothly, the four of you in almost perfect harmony for the rest of the time, the little embarrassing interruption nearly forgotten.

It was nearly forgotten until Matt’s hand rested over yours under the table and entwined with yours. You felt your face heat up and the corners of your mouth twitch, but you didn’t say anything or make anything obvious.

Matt was your best friend, and as affectionate as the two of you were, hand holding was never on the list until now—and honestly, you didn’t mind.

[idkwhatever580]

Think about sex!

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x reader

Prompt: y/n has a crush on Natasha and Nat says something during a car ride with her and Wanda. Secrets are uncovered.

Warnings: swearing, kind of betrayal? Mentions of smut (thoughts?)

A/n : I know I started that whole series and I’ve only made one but I swear I thought it was going to be easier 😭 I’m working on things but please be patient.

Y/n’s pov

Nat is driving a car that I don’t even know the name of because we snagged it from Tony with me in the passenger seat and Wanda in the back middle seat.

We’re just driving back from our trip to the zoo when I suddenly get the overwhelming urge to pee.

I have some problems with self awareness so sometimes my body doesn’t tell me what it needs until it needs it desperately.

So I shift in my seat and say

“Nat is there any way you can get us back faster?”

She chuckles and says

“Why? You got a hot date waiting for you at home?”

I shake my head and say

“No”

Wanda leans forward and says

“Are you alright?”

I sigh knowing they’re my best friends and say

“I really have to pee”

Wanda snickers and nat says

“Oh! Think about sex”

It was so random and out of pocket that my face goes pale and I say

“W-what?”

She laughs at me stuttering and she says

“Sorry! I saw this thing on TikTok that said if you think about sex it makes you not have to pee”

I glare at her and say

“That’s so fake!”

Wanda shrugs her shoulders and says

“There is literally no bathroom for another 30 minutes. At this point if I were you I would try anything.”

I groan and roll my eyes. Then I go silent.

If this works. I swear to God.

I close my eyes and Wanda snickers but nat shushes her. So then the only sound is the radio playing and I sigh and picture having sex.

The only person I’ve ever been able to picture having sex with is of course, Natasha. So it just happens. I think about her every time I touch myself so naturally she is the first one in my mind.

Then my urge to go to the bathroom fades away.

My eyes open and I say

“What the fuck”

Nat smirks and says

“See it works!”

Wanda leans forward and says

“So… who were you thinking about?”

My face heats up and I say

“Uh- myself.”

Wanda sarcastically says

“Really? You were thinking about yourself?”

I nod my head and say

“Mhmm”

Nat shoves my shoulder and says

“There’s no way you think about yourself when you’re masturbating. Right?”

I nod my head and say

“Yeah. I mean. I think I’m very attractive”

My voice is hesitant and Nat and Wanda, being my best friends, know I’m lying. Nat stays with her eyes on the road but she smirks and says

“Wanda��� read her mind.”

My eyes go wide and I shake my head

“No Wanda don’t read my mind!”

But it was too late. Her eyes are already red and she went into my brain to see that I was thinking about Natasha burying her strap deep inside of me.

She lets out a gasp and chokes on her own spit and after she is able to calm down Nat says

“Well… who is it?”

I look back at Wanda with hurt in my eyes and I quickly say

“It was my celebrity crush okay?”

She smiles and says

“I knew it wasn’t just you. So who is your celebrity crush?”

I sigh and try to make someone up

“Her name is- Scarlett Johansson”

Nat hums and says

“Huh. Never heard of her.”

I nod my head still curating a lie

“Yeah well she’s a small artist. Not a real famous person.”

Nat smiles and says

“Hey you know we’re pretty famous. I bet you could meet her and get to know her!”

I shake my head and say

“No no. She has someone else. And it’s just a silly crush. I just think she’s pretty.”

Nat keeps pressing and I say

“Just leave it Nat.”

She nods her head and looks back in the rear view mirror.

“Wands? You alright? You’re kinda quiet back there”

She nods her head and says

“My social battery just ran out suddenly. You know how it gets”

Nat smiles and nods.

“We’re about ten minutes to the compound. Everyone okay?”

We nod our heads and all settle into silence.

I look out the window trying not to cry when suddenly I feel Wanda’s presence in my mind.

She starts speaking to me in my head

“I’m so sorry y/n/n”

I roll my eyes and stay quiet. I can’t even turn around because I know nat is on the other side of me and I’ll start crying.

I speak to Wanda in my head

“Why would you do that?”

“I-I don’t know. I just thought it was gonna be funny. I didn’t realize it was Nat.”

“Yeah well how could you have known huh? Just. Please. Don’t tell her. It’s already embarrassing as it is.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine. Just don’t talk about it.”

She leaves my mind and I get lost in my thoughts.

I mean. How embarrassing is it to have one of your best friends know exactly what you thought about the other.

And it was a vivid picture too. She must be disgusted with me. Imagine what Natasha would think. She would think I’m a monster.

Wanda invades my brain again and I say inside my mind

“What Wanda?”

“Your thoughts are really loud. I just wanted to see if we could talk when we get back? I feel horrible y/n/n”

I roll my eyes and say in my head.

“Fine. Meet me in my room. In five minutes”

We pull up to the compound and I walk off. I mumble a quick thanks to Natasha for her driving us to the zoo and I run to my room.

She obviously thinks it’s because I have to pee and yeah I do still have to pee but that’s not why I’m rushing away from her.

I slam the door, quickly pee, and then step out into my room to find Wanda waiting for me.

She steps up to me and says

“I’m so sorry y/n I didn’t know! I- I wouldn’t have done it if-”

I cut her off quickly

“If what Wanda? If you knew that I was thinking about our best friend?! I don’t care. It’s fine. You saw what you saw and I’m sorry you had to see it but it’s just what it is”

“Yeah but-”

I cut her off yet again

“But what Wanda? But what? Because I don’t think there is any coming back from this. Yes I have a crush on Natasha Romanoff. There. I said it. And now you’re going to tell her and she’s going to never talk to me again and I’m just going to lose both of you because you think I’m disgusting!”

I finish my rant and Wanda tilts her head, smiles softly, and says

“Have you never said that out loud?”

I look at her with confusion

“Huh?”

She steps close to me and grabs my hand and says

“Have you never said that you have a crush on her out loud?”

I scoff and throw my arms up and say

“Well of course I haven’t- ever.. said it.. out loud.”

Thinking about it now I realize that I’ve been needing to get it off my chest really badly.

She smiles softly and says

“Y/n I want you to know that I’m not mad or anything. And I won’t be telling Nat unless you want me to”

I suddenly become emotional and I say

“You won’t?”

She shakes her head and chuckles a bit

“No babes. Of course I won’t. Look. I know you feel embarrassed and I won’t ever be able to unsee what I saw-”

I feel heat rise into my cheeks and I look down

“But one thing I do know is that you are one of my best friends. And I won’t ever judge you for who you love. Honestly. I kinda ship it”

She says with a sly smile and I look up and say

“You do?”

She nods and says.

“So. Since we’re besties. And you aren’t ready to tell Nat can I ask questions?”

I sit down and nod my head. But before she says anything Clint opens the door and says

“Hey did you girls have fun at the zoo?”

We nod our heads and he says

“Okay Nat was just wondering since y’all left so fast. She was worried she said something wrong.”

I blush knowing that she was worried about the sex comment thing and I shake my head and say

“Nope we’re all good”

Thankfully. Nat and Clint are like best best friends and me and Wanda are like best best friends. But Nat Wanda and I are all besties too. But we can talk separately.

He leaves and the door is open but we don’t worry since we’re at the end of the hall so nobody comes over here.

We continue our conversation

“So… can I ask questions as your best friend?”

I smile and nod.

“Sure.”

“How long have you had a crush on her?”

I sigh and think

“I don’t know. A long time. Well let me think. I’ve been an avenger for about a year now. And I met Natasha two years ago when she was training the shield agents. So probably three years”

“Three years? I don’t think your math is mathing babes”

I smile and say

“Just because I met her two years ago doesn’t mean I didn’t know who she was. I have had a crush long before she even knew who I was.”

She smiles and says

“Wow. So you have had to watch her little Bruce phase too”

I look down and say

“Yeah. Um I definitely fell into work a lot over that period. It hurt but honestly I don’t think she likes me back anyways so I just need to get over myself”

Wanda smiles and says

“I don’t know. Neither of you have ever been very easy for me to listen to. I mean in the sense that usually people’s thoughts are so loud that I accidentally listen and find things out. You two have never been like that so I don’t hear your thoughts unless I try to. And I don’t try to usually”

I smile and nod my head and say

“Wanda. You don’t have to make me feel better just because you don’t know that she likes me back or not.”

She smiles and I say

“Next question”

She laughs and says

“Do you ever think about asking her?”

“Asking her what?”

“Asking her out. Like on a date?”

I smile and say

“I mean yeah. I do. But I don’t think I ever will.”

“You should!”

“Well what if she doesn’t like me back?”

“ but what if she does?”

I sigh and say

“I can’t argue with that logic. But I don’t want to ruin our friendship”

“How about this! If she says yes then you say yippee you got the girl and if she says no then you say it was a prank! You’re always pranking everyone so she’ll believe it!”

I smile and shove her shoulder

“Wanda you’re a genius!”

Nobody’s pov

Little did y/n and Wanda know that Natasha had heard about y/n’s little crush. But she came after she could hear it was about her. So she storms off and decides to just leave it.

Maybe she shouldn’t have let Clint get her hopes up about y/n liking her.

I walk into my room and say

“Clint you idiot!”

He throws his hands up and says

“What did I do?”

She rolls her eyes and says

“You almost had me confess my love to you/n when she doesn’t even like me! She likes another girl”

He furrows his eyebrows and says

“What are you talking about? Did you tell her?”

Nat shakes her head and says

“I was about to go into her room when I heard her talking to Wanda and she was talking about how this girl she likes doesn’t even like her back”

Clint says

“How do you know she’s not talking about you?”

Nat huffs and plops down on her bed next to Clint and says

“Because! I’ve made it so embarrassingly obvious there’s no way she could think I’m not infatuated with her”

Clint sighs and says

“Nat…”

She looks at him

“What?”

“I hate to be rude and all but have you met y/n?”

Nat raises her eyebrows to signal him to continue

“She’s like the most oblivious person in the world. I swear. One time there was this guy who was like all over her at the bar and she had no idea he wanted in her pants until after we told her!”

Nat furrows her eyebrows and says

“I guess you’re right. That was a funny night. She really thought he couldn’t remember where his house was so she was actually going to take him home!”

They laugh at the memory and Clint says

“Listen. I get it if you don’t want to tell her, but you can’t just wait around. What if you miss your chance?”

Natasha sighs and says

“I dunno Clint. I might wait a bit longer maybe.”

He sighs and says

“I will support whatever decision you make. No matter what okay?”

She smiles and nods.

Then they jolt when someone bangs on the door and nat spits out with a fiery tone

“Who is it?!”

The door peeks open and y/n pops her head in

Y/n’s pov

Nat sounds super annoyed so I tread lightly.

“Hey um I was just wanted to talk to you but if you aren’t in the mood that’s okay”

Nat’s stern and hard face immediately softens and she says

“Oh no! Come in! Clint was just leaving right?”

He furrows his brows and then says

“Oh! Right I was just leaving. Gotta go do… work and stuff you know how it is!”

I smile at him and say

“Yeah I get it!”

Once he leaves and closes the door I rub the back of my neck awkwardly and rock on my feet which causes nat to get a suspicious look on her face.

“Why are you anxious y/n?”

My eyes widen and I say

“Anxious? Why would I be anxious? I’m not anxious?”

I am definitely anxious

Nat sees right through me and she gives me a look as if she’s saying ‘you’re such a bad liar’

I sigh and my shoulders deflate

“Okay so I’m anxious what’s wrong with that?”

She pats the spot next to her and I go over but I sit slightly further than I normally would from her and she says

“Well. I don’t like seeing you anxious. I know it hurts to feel that way. I don’t want you to feel that way because you’re my- friend”

Hearing her say ‘friend’ sends me for a loop

Maybe she doesn’t like me. Well then I can just do exactly what Wanda said to do and tell her it’s a prank.

“So nat… I have to tell you something”

She raises and eyebrow and I say

“It’s nothing bad! Just- ugh it’s a little embarrassing”

Heat rises to my cheeks and Nat sends me that smile that never fails to make my heart pound.

Her smile turns into a smirk when she says

“Out of all of the embarrassing things I’ve seen you do this is probably not going to top it”

We laugh and then I mumble

“I dunno”

She smiles and says

“Whatever you need to say I’m here for you”

I sigh

Here goes nothing

“I- uh…”

Nobody’s pov

The panic starts setting in for y/n and suddenly she feels like she can’t breathe.

Her chest grows tighter, her eyes dart around the room, and she can’t focus on anything.

But then Natasha notices this and grabs her hand. She tilts her head and leans in to catch y/n’s eyesight and softly says

“Hey… I’m right here. It’s okay. Whatever it is I am right here”

This seems to calm y/n and she finally takes a breath and says

“I like you”

These words spark a sense of hope within Natasha but she decides to play it safe

“I like you too y/n you’re such an amazing person”

Y/n shakes her head and says

“No Natasha… I like you”

Nat smiles a bit but is still nervous she is going to get rejected so she plays safe again

“You like me?”

Y/n nods her head and suddenly jumps into action

“Fuck it!”

She presses her lips onto Natasha’s and it startles nat. Then she melts into the kiss.

They pull away and Nat smiles but y/n says

“I’m sorry! I should have asked and you probably don’t even like me!”

Nat grabs y/n’s shoulders to snap her out of it and says

“Y/n!”

“Yes?”

“I like you too”

A dopey smile washes over y/n’s face and she says

“Really? Well that’s a relief because I really did not want to have to play it off as a prank!”

Nat smiles and says

“Wait… you didn’t know I liked you?”

Y/n raises an eyebrow in confusion. Like a puppy tilting its head and says

“Huh?”

Nat bursts out laughing and says

“Oh y/n I’ve been dropping hints for like ever! I thought you just didn’t like me back”

Y/n’s face goes a little pale when she realizes how stupid she’s been. Then her face turns pink and she covers her eyes and face with her hands to hide from the embarrassment.

Nat smiles and pulls her hands from her face

“Don’t hide from me pretty girl”

This makes y/n gay panic and freeze and say

“Ah—“

Then nat smiles and kisses you/n on the lips to snap them out of it.

Nat smiles and says

“You’re cute”

Then all of a sudden her cocky demeanor fades and she says

“Um.. does this mean that…”

Y/n smirks and says

“That we’re dating?”

Nat nods her head shyly and says

“Yeah. That”

Y/n hums and says

“If you want to be but if you don’t I understand I could just go off and find another girl”

“No! I want to be dating very much”

Y/n smiles at her and sighs with a roll of her eyes and says

“I guess that means we’re girlfriends since you’re SO adamant about it”

Nat shoves her shoulder a bit and says

“Shit head”

This makes Y/n widen her eyes and say

“That’s not a very good start to being my girlfriend now is it?”

She straddles y/n’s lap and gets real close to her face making heat rush to y/n’s cheeks and nat says

“Just kiss me you big sexy idiot”

Y/n smiles and says

“I think I can work that into my schedule”

They start kissing and Wanda and Clint are standing in the doorway talking to themselves Wanda says

“I’m glad they’re not being stupid anymore”

“Oh there’s a lot more stupid to come”

Wanda turns to Clint and says

“Let’s go before we see things we won’t ever unsee”

He nods his head and they scurry of after closing the door for them. Wanda is the last to speak as they enter the elevator to go to their respective rooms with their respective partners.

“Friday, turn on noise cancellation in Y/n and Natasha’s room please”

“With pleasure Mrs. Wanda”

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A/n: I hope you guys liked this one!! I spent a while on it and I know it’s not what I promised first but I swear I’m working on it😭

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Size kink constantly on the brain omgg I'm super short so either Dick or Jason would tower over me and like I can just imagine them leaning down to whisper in readers ear 😭 rrly wishing I could send pics to better illustrate BUT U GET THE IDEA

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i only talk about a size kink with jason bc dick’s 5’10 (i think) and i’m pushing 5’8, so i’m more so into dick casually displaying that he’s stronger than you on random occasions. does it still count as a size kink if it’s you wanting to gnaw on his arms like a jawbreaker? you play around with him so often and he reminds you that he can fold you in half if he really wanted to by holding your wrists real tight and trapping you in his arms. bicep digging into your neck n shit… i’d ride his arm if i could i swear

jason though. jason… jason 🫠🫠🫠🫠 i think he just loves sneaking up on you. it’s hot with him because it’s so painfully obvious he’s bigger than you, and you aren’t scared of your boyfriend but knowing someone as big as him can still hide his presence up until he wants to be discovered is so. god i think about it way too often. you could be cooking and he’s hovering over your shoulder, all you feel is this overwhelming presence behind you and the sudden hand on your waist confirms it was simply your ox of a bf.

i think they’re both very fond of coming up on you at parties (or anywhere in public) and whispering absolutely disgusting things in your ear out of no where. dick’s sneaking up on you and asking “you wanna use the mirror tonight? you should let me get that dress off for ya.” he leaves his comments suggestive, but the charmed and hushed tone he uses makes you weak in the knees every time. you tell him it’s embarrassing when he’s very obviously getting you all hot on purpose, but he swears it was just a silly question.

jason’s more forthright and touchy with it, probably pulling your ass up against his pelvis while telling you he’s got plans to fuck you until you go dumb on his cock. “you’re in for it, you know that right? gonna use that pretty cunt til you can’t fuckin’ think.” all while hunching over to your ear, hands on your waist and pinching while pulling you closer. he’s got a very nasty lack of filter and he loves acting like he doesn’t have the slightest idea of why you’re so wet when you coyly tug him into the bathroom.

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“But you’re like…. real pretty.” A Mean Girls Ellie au

Mean girls Ellie au but it’s only up until the burn book scene bc I do not wanna be writing the whole ass thing😭 Janice & Damian don’t exist in this au shhh we don’t need them.. we’re focused on Ellie. Also! Don’t worry ab the ages of characters plz LMAO just pretend they’re all in high school unless said otherwise. This took me a long time to write 2 be accurate 2 the movie so pleaseeeee show it some love ! Literally just mean girls but then I take my own route & they fuck😇

C/w: Regina!Ellie & Cady!reader have secret sexy time but that’s later 😋. Ppl are judgmental but it’s mean girls what did you expect. Uhh Ellie curses a lot ig. Strictly lesbian reader. Allusion 2 reader masturbating to Ellie but no details. David is their classmate (still a pedophile) & Ellie breaks his finger😘! Ellie is VERY morally grey. SLOWWWW BURNNNN.

You as Cady

Ellie as Regina

Dina as Gretchen

Jesse as Karen

W/c: 5k

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“Here’s your lunch. I put a dollar in there so that you can get yourself some milk. Ask someone where to do that, okay?”

“Dad, I’m fine. I can find milk by myself.” You roll your eyes playfully at him.

Today was your first day of high school. Well, actually public school in general. You had been living with your parents in Africa until you moved to the US, and that meant no more homeschooling for you.

You wave goodbye to your parents as they drop you off. “Yeah, I’m not worried. High school is gonna be a fucking breeze.” You think to yourself, turning around to walk into the school and you almost run face first into a bus. You look back at your parents and you swear to god your mom almost had a heart attack.

Great start.

~

“Thank fucking god.” You sighed to yourself. Finally the first few classes were done, and you could eat. You thought it was weird you had to eat on a schedule now, you could practically have lunch whenever you felt like it back in Africa, just like the grazing animals.

You can finally relax, kick up your feet, enjoy some nice quiet you time and-

“Holyyyy shitttttt.” You slowly take your headphones off as you walk into the roaring cafeteria. This is seriously where they expect you to eat? Sounded more like 100 dying elephants to you. You scoff and slowly start walking around, watching all the people at each different table converse with one another. There’s so many different cliques, and it seems like they just get worse as you go deeper into the cafeteria.

You stop in the very center of the cafeteria. You’re in front of a table with three people sitting side by side, not across from each other. There’s an Asian guy counting on his fingers, a girl with her hair in a bun and a really pretty smile, and a girl in the middle. She has her hair in a sort of half up half down style, freckles all over her face, and the cutest fucking nose you’ve ever seen. She looks up at you from her seat in between them, and you two make eye contact. Your heart practically jumps out of your chest. You’re completely mesmerized by her, but unfortunately the beautiful stranger keeps you from looking where you’re walking, and you run right into a guy carrying a lunch tray.

“What the shit-“ he starts, but then looks up at you. “Oh damn. Never seen you before. The names David.” He reaches his hand out to shake yours, and you catch him looking down your low cut shirt. He makes eye contact with you again and smirks, “How bout you pay me back for my lunch that’s now on the ground. Come with me to the tech booth after school.”

Suddenly you hear a voice coming from behind you, “Ew. Fuck off, David. No one wants to hit that.”

You turn around and it’s the girl you had locked eyes with before. You manage to say “Uh, hit what?” worried you’d somehow manage to get into a fight on your first day of school.

“You fuck off, Ellie. I’m just bein’ friendly. Plus, I bet she’d wanna hit. You see the way she’s lookin’ at me?”

You look between the two of them, still trying to figure out what they want you to smack. “Sorry, hit what exactly?”

The girl named Ellie looks you up and down, slowly. You gulp. “Do yah wanna have sex with him? Yes or no.”

Your eyes widen and you shake your head ‘no’ vigorously, earning yourself a laugh from the cute brunette defending you.

“Kay, it’s settled. No one wants to sleep with you. Move along, David. Can’t believe you’re in the same grade as us and yet you still somehow manage to be a pedophile.”

He scoffs and walks away. You smile politely at her, and try to wander off to find somewhere to sit. However, you can feel her eyes burning holes into your back, or maybe your ass, and she suddenly calls out to you, “Wait. Sit down. How come I don’t know you?”

You look around, point to yourself and say “Me?” Then mentally slap yourself. Who else could she be talking to?

“Yeah, you. Sit down, babe.” She nods her head at the seat in front of her, the way you’ve seen guys do. You sit down. You’re not going to say no to anyone defending you on your first day of school. And you’re definitely not saying no to the beautiful stranger beckoning you to sit with her.

The other two people at the table don’t smile as you sit down, they just look at Ellie and back at you. Ellie repeats herself, “How come I don’t know a pretty girl like you?”

You’re caught off guard, blinking at her while trying to think of something to say. “Oh, I’m new.” You shift in the uncomfortable plastic seat. “I just moved here from Africa.”

She raises one eyebrow. You notice there’s a scar through it. “Huh?”

“I was homeschooled.”

She grabs the chain she’s wearing around her neck and starts fiddling with it. “Huh?”

Do people not know what that is? You try explaining to her, “My mom taught me at home-“

She interrupts you, putting one hand in the air in a ‘stop’ motion. “No, fuck, I know what homeschooling is, I’m not stupid.” She leans in closer like she’s studying you. “So you’ve.. never been to a real school before?”

You shake your head ‘no’

“Shut the fuck up.” She scoffs and looks between the two people by her side, “Shut the fuck. Up.”

“I didn’t say anything..” You laugh awkwardly.

“Huh. That’s so interesting. But you’re like…. real pretty.” She raises her eyebrows.

“Oh! Uh thank you.” You look down, trying to hide your blush.

“Ahh, so you agree. You think you’re real pretty?” Ellie has this shit eating grin on her face, and for a second you think she’s no better than the guy who was hitting on you.

“Oh, uh, I don’t know-“

“Wow!” Ellie’s eyes suddenly light up. “Love the bracelet you have. Where’d you get it?” She grabs your arm without permission and looks at your wrist. She rests her chin in her palm and looks at you with beautiful twinkling green eyes, waiting for you to reply. Somehow you didn’t notice her tattoo until just now. It’s really nice - ferns and what looks like a moth. Fuck, that’s hot.

“My uh-“ You swear you can’t speak. You’ve never had a stuttering problem and yet here you are tripping over yourself in front of the most enchanting girl you’ve ever seen. “My mom made it for me.”

“Ohmygod it’s just like mine!” The girl to the side of her finally speaks up, then giggles cutely, “That is soooo fetch.”

Ellie suddenly frowns. She turns to her side to face the girl and scoffs. “What the fuck is fetch.”

“It’s like slang! Uhm from Jackson.” She looks down, away from Ellie like she’s ashamed of what she just said.

“So if you’re from Africa….. why are you white??” The one guy of the group suddenly says, staring at you, almost like he’s disgusted.

“Holy fuck, Jesse. You can’t just ask people why they’re white.” The other girl scolds him.

“Let me talk to Dina n Jesse privately for like one second, would yah, dollface?” You swear she actually winks at you.

You gulp, and nod, looking around trying to avoid making any more eye contact with Ellie. She whispers briefly to the girl, who’s Dina, and then to the boy, who’s Jesse.

She turns back to you, “Alright, jus’ to let yah know, we don’t do this very often. So consider this a big deal, alright?” Ellie grins at you. You just nod.

“We’re inviting you to have lunch with us every day for the rest of the week.” Dina chimes in, smiling widely.

You put your hands up, “Oh you don’t have to-“

“Fuck yeah. So I’ll see yah tomorrow.” Ellie interrupts you again. You really should get used to that if you’re going to spend more time with them.

“On Wednesdays we wear pink.” Jesse winks at you and gives you a big thumbs up.

~

The next day you enter the cafeteria and Ellie immediately flags you over, making a ‘cmere’ motion with two fingers. “There she is.” She grins. She’s wearing a low cut tank top, a little pink cardigan and leather pants. The tank top has writing that says ‘a little bit dramatic.’ You smile to yourself, somehow it makes no sense and fits her perfectly at the same time. You look down at your own clothes, a simple button up pink shirt you borrowed from your mom and jeans. Suddenly you feel way less cool, even though you’re somehow sitting with the most popular kids in school.

This time, you’re sitting next to Jesse, with Ellie and Dina across from you.

“Yknow how many calories are in this? Doesn’t say.” Ellie hands you some sort of bar and you look at the numbers on the wrapper. 48/120.

“Yeah, that should be 40%.” You hand it back to her, but your fingers touch hers accidentally. There’s butterflies in your stomach again, you realize they’re the same ones from yesterday. You thought it was just first day jitters.

She stares at you and keeps her hand there a moment too long, before clearing her throat and saying, “Fuck it. I’m getting cheese fries.” She pulls her hand away and stands up swiftly.

Dina watches her walk away then turns back toward you. “So. Are there any boys you think are cute?”

You try to think of the first girl your mind remembers that’s not Ellie. “Well, there’s this girl in my calculus class-“

“Who is it?” Jesse interrupts you, and Dina’s eyes widen.

You clear your throat, “Her names Cat.”

“No!” They both shout in unison, and it actually makes you jump a little.

Dina actually fans herself as if she’s going to faint. You swear you’ve only seen that in movies. “Ohmygod you can’t like Cat! That’s Ellie’s ex girlfriend.”

“They went out for a year. She gave her the tattoo on her arm.” Jesse chimes in.

You try to hide the confused yet pleased look on your face when you find out Ellie likes girls too.

Dina continues, “Listen, any exes are off limits to friends. That’s just like, the rules… everywhere.” She crosses her arms and Jesse nods. “Oh, but don’t worry. I won’t tell Ellie what you said. It’ll be our little secret.” She smiles at you.

~

At the end of the day, you’re walking back to the parking lot, just thinking to yourself. Jesse seems probably the nicest, but he’s basically got no head on his shoulders. At least from what you could tell. Dina’s nice too, but there’s something off about her. Maybe because she’s closer to Ellie than Jesse? You felt like you couldn’t trust her entirely. And Ellie. Fuck man, she’s absolutely gorgeous. You can’t get her out of your mind no matter what you do, you stayed up later than usual last night thinking about her… but that doesn’t matter right now.

Suddenly, you hear a car beep from behind you. You turn around to see all three of them in a classy convertible, with Ellie driving. “Get in, fuckface, we’re going shopping.” you hear her say, and well, you can’t really say no.

Ellie’s like.. a hot masc bratz doll. You never had any dolls. Especially not bratz. Your mom hated them. She’d probably hate Ellie too, thinking about it.

~

You four end up walking through a mall, and there’s actually a lot of people from your school there. The three of them are just.. passing by all these cool looking stores. You haven’t had the chance to actually shop yet since you’ve moved, and you don’t want to feel any more alien than you already do, so you don’t ask Ellie to stop by any of them. You’re all walking side by side, but Ellie’s the farthest away from you. She points at a shop labeled ‘Spencer’s’ and whispers something to Dina. Dina laughs and has to hold onto Ellie’s arm so she doesn’t fall over. You feel your face grow red, and you’re surprised to see that you actually feel jealous. Whatever she said must’ve been really hilarious.

Suddenly, Ellie stops walking and holds out her hand. “What. The. Fuck.”

You look across the way and see the guy who was hitting on you yesterday talking to a girl who looks about 14.

“Holy shit! Is that David?” Jesse steps forward.

“Yeah. It fucking is.” Ellie crosses her arms and scoffs. “And look who he’s talking to.”

This time, Dina steps up, her jaw dropped. “You’ve gotta be fucking shitting my dick.” Even from knowing her only two days, you can tell she never cursed like that, so it must be serious.

“Dina, who is that?” You ask her.

She answers you, but doesn’t look at you. She just keeps staring at the scene playing out in front of her. “That’s one of the damn kids I babysit. Practically my own sister. And fucking pedo David is talking to her.”

“Wait, what makes him a pedophile?” You ask, looking between the three of them.

“He’s been caught talking to girls who are reallyyyy young. Like, even though he’s 17, that’s still fucked up.” Dina answers. “Not just normal talking too. Like, full on crazy shit. Keeps telling them they’re special.”

You shudder and turn to look at him again.

“Yknow. I wouldn’t be surprised if he turned out to be a cannibal too.” Jesse states and looks at you.

Ellie huffs, unfolding her arms, “Follow me.”

You three speed walk behind Ellie as she makes a beeline straight towards David and the little girl. Dina and Jesse are muttering about how they don’t think this is a good idea, which makes you curious as to what the hell Ellie’s going to do to him.

“Who’re you talkin’ to, David?” Ellie asks in a sing song voice, which actually makes her sound way scarier.

He turns around and throws his arms up, immediately annoyed at Ellie for ruining his creepy actions yet again. “What the fuck do you want, Ellie.”

She puts her hands on her hips, “Don’t make me repeat myself. Who the fuck are you talking to?”

Shit.. you really shouldn’t be thinking about this right now, but that was really hot. You glance at the girl and she looks visibly relieved she’s not talking to him anymore, which says a lot. Ellie and David continue arguing while Dina comforts the girl and tries to pull her away from the situation.

“Ohhhoho shit.” Jesse says and points to Ellie slowly taking a few steps back from David while she’s still talking to him, which makes him follow her.

“What’s going on?” You ask him.

He shakes his head, “Just watch.”

“Cmere, David. Pretty boy like you got nothin’ to lose.” Your blood would boil at what she said, but it’s pretty obvious she’s faking it. Well, obvious to everyone but him.

She beckons him to follow her into a small hallway which nobody’s paying attention to. If there was one thing about Ellie, it’s that she could get anyone to do whatever she wanted.

You and Jesse subtly walk closer to them so you can listen. David’s so entranced by Ellie he’s not paying attention to anything else.

Ellie twirls a lock of her hair around her fingers, looking up at him, trying to appear cute and innocent. “Yknow I thought they were all just rumors.. but, I guess it’s true.” She looks him up and down, and makes it obvious she’s looking at his crotch.

He smiles at her, “What?”

She pretends to think, and gently holds his hand with both of hers, “Hmmm..” She looks away bashfully. You almost laugh at how oblivious he is. “Oh, I shouldn’t say..” she eggs him on.

“Nah, quit playin’. Just tell me.” He’s actually grinning so wide, he looks like he’s in a candy store. Does he really think people are raving about his dick that much?

Ellie’s face falls flat in a second, “I guess it’s true that you’re a fucking pedophile.” And she swiftly twists his hand in one motion, and you hear a crack.

Your eyes grow wide and he yells and curses at her, falling to his knees on the floor. She just taps her foot impatiently, waiting for him to shut up so she can talk.

“You’re gonna go and tell that little girl’s parents what you were doing. Everyone saw you, and now everyone can hear you screaming in pain.” She actually laughs. “There’s no hiding now, David.”

He looks up at her and yells, “WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT ME TO TELL THEM!??”

“Tell them that Ellie is the girl who broke your fucking finger.”

And then she walks away.

~

Ellie drives the four of you to her house to hangout, you try texting your parents you’ll be home for dinner, but you’re honestly not sure. And it’s only Wednesday. As soon as you get there your jaw drops, this place looks like it’s out of a damn movie.

“Wow, Ellie. Your house is really nice.” You say, not looking away from it.

“I know right.” She smirks at you.

Dina leans in and whispers to you, “Make sure you check out her dad. Damn, he’s hot.”

You guys walk in and her dad immediately greats you. He’s holding a small chihuahua and it’s almost comical considering how big and muscular he is.

“Hey, Mr. Miller. This is Cady.” Dina motions towards you. He shoots you a little finger gun and puts the dog down.

“Jus’ wanna tell yah.. if yah need anythin’ don’t be shy, okay? No rules in this house. I’m not like a regular dad. I’m a cool dad.” He winks and turns toward Ellie, “Right, baby girl?”

She’s leaning against the counter. Her face is completely blank as she shuts him down immediately, “Please stop talking.”

Ellie leads you all upstairs to her massive ass room. You thought the outside was impressive, but this is crazy.

“This is your room?” You spin around.

Ellie sits down to take off her shoes. “Mhmm. It was Joel’s room… but I made him trade me.”

You take off your shoes too and look around. There’s pillows, posters, and pictures everywhere that are just adorable. You can see a selfie printed out of the three of them that Dina took.

“Hey, someone put on Take On Me.” Ellie says.

Ellie takes off her little pink cardigan. You don’t mean to stare, but how could you not? Her bare arms are so toned and defined..

She snaps you out of your trance, “Cady, do you even know who sings this?”

“Umm.. Weezer?”

She looks you up and down slowly. She sure loves doing that. “Ugh I love her. She’s like a martian.” She says to Dina.

Jesse walks over to a bookshelf and picks up a hot pink book. It’s the size of a photo album. “Holy shit, I forgot about this.” He laughs.

Ellie glances over to look at what he’s holding. “Damn. Haven’t touched that thing in forever.”

“Look at this, Cady. It’s our burn book.” Dina motions you over to look at it. “See, we would cut out pictures from the yearbook and write little comments.”

Jesse starts reading, “Abby Anderson has sex in boats.”

“Still true.” Ellie chimes in.

“Owen Moore is a fat virgin.” Dina reads.

Ellie snorts. “Still half true.”

She sighs and looks at you. You’re immersed in the burn book and yet, you can immediately feel her eyes on your skin. You look up at her. She has a completely different look in her eyes. Her stance isn’t as strong, she’s fidgeting with her fingers, and her eyes are glossy. She looks almost.. vulnerable.

You keep looking at her, puzzled, when she walks over to you and takes your arm. She’s gentle this time, opposed to when she did the same thing to look at your bracelet when you first met her. She leads you over to her ginormous closet. Dina and Jesse are still giggling at the burn book, they don’t even notice you two left. She steps closer to you.

“We need to get you some new clothes.” Ellie says. But her voice is lower and not as loud as when she usually talks. You try your best to control your breathing, you swear you could get off on just her voice alone.

It’s that weird stage or moment in time. Where you’re not entirely sure if the other person is feeling and thinking the same things as you. It makes you nervous, especially because you haven’t done this kind of thing a lot before. And especially because it’s Ellie fucking Williams.

She steps even closer to you. “Fuck. Needa help you out with clothes.” She mutters. You can barely hear her, she may as well be talking to herself.

She calls Jesse and Dina over with a few snaps of her fingers. “Can you two go make the four of us some drinks. Virgin margaritas.” She turns towards you. You’re just inches away from her face. You’re way too close. “Cady, what do you like?” She asks, making direct eye contact with you. “Lemon lime?” She asks, furrowing her eyebrows almost like she’s pouting, before you can answer her.

Jesse nods and heads out of the room. Dina gives Ellie a weird look, but pulls out her phone to look up recipes and follows Jesse downstairs.

You wait a few moments before you stop hearing footsteps on the stairs, then attempt to ask Ellie what’s going on, “Ellie, why-“

She cuts you off before you can finish, like how she always does. Usually it annoys you, but right now it’s different. Right now it means that she’s really the one in charge. She reaches up and fiddles with the collar of your shirt.

“Cmere, baby. I like you.. okay? You’re cute.” You weren’t sure if she was talking about you platonically or romantically. Her tone was so casual, like she was talking about what to have for dinner, and yet the way she was caressing you made your knees weak. Well, you weren’t sure until she pulls you in by the shirt and smashes her lips against yours.

You immediately gasp and whimper at the action, and become embarrassed at how inexperienced you are. But she fucking loves it, kissing you deeper and unbuttoning a few buttons at the top of your shirt. When she uses her tongue, it’s over. You moan into her mouth and your hands desperately grab at her. She laughs and you can feel the same shit eating grin she gave you when you first met her.

You break away, suddenly remembering that Dina and Jesse are downstairs and could be back any minute. “You sure they’re gonna be gone long enough?” You didn’t know how far she wanted to go… but you could guess.

She nods. “I’m sure. Between the two of them, yeah. Jesse doesn’t know how to make anything and Dina’s gonna spend at least 15 minutes making it perfect after she finds a recipe. Plus they’ll probably both spend another 7 or so minutes arguing wether they should really make it virgin or not. And my dads playing one of his shooter games. Trust me, having a big house comes in handy.” She leans in closer to you, “In any case, with how good I’m gonna make you feel, you won’t be lasting very long.”

And with that she immediately starts making out with you again. It’s sloppy and desperate and not something you would expect from Ellie. But this vulnerable side just seems so much more like her. You pull at her hair, and she fucking moans, the slutty sound sending heat straight down to your pussy.

You pull away again, and she looks up at you like she’s about to cry if she doesn’t touch you. You shakily nod and she bites your neck hard. Thank god you’re wearing a high collar button up.

“Fuck, Ellie.” You yelp, a little too loud, so she shuts you up by soothing the bite marks with her wet tongue. You whine for more, trying any way you can to pull her closer.

She hits a particularly sensitive spot, you gasp and open your eyes. You remember where you are, and look around in her closet. It’s a decent sized walk-in one. Everything’s sorted by color and style. Gorgeous shoes are on racks on the side. A nice fancy chaise is in the middle. You see a few name brand purses throughout. Between Ellie’s teeth and your envy for her life, you feel on fire.

“You always get what you want.” You seethe through your teeth.

“Shut your fucking mouth. Right now is about you.” She pulls away from your neck and reaches straight down to your jeans. She pauses, looking at you to ask for permission. You gulp, nodding to tell her you want her to. She unbuttons your pants and lets them fall down your legs just a little bit, to give herself better access to your panties.

She pulls those down too, and places two fingers to where you’re wet. She gasps, and you cover your face with your hands. “Shit, no.” She pulls down your arms with her non dominant hand, and quickly places a kiss on your cheek. “You’re not gonna hide from me, baby.”

You nod, swallowing. You can feel her making circles around you, wanting to push in. “Please, Ellie.” You beg. You’ve never sounded more desperate in your life.

With one swift motion she pushes two fingers inside you, and pushes you back so that you land against the wall. You gasp and are about to retort, but you accidentally cut yourself off with a moan as Ellie starts pumping her fingers in and out of you. Her other hand is up against the wall above you. You whimper as she picks up pace, this kind of stuff only happens in fiction. You don’t want to cover your face again, so you try turning away from her. She immediately grabs your chin with her spare hand and forces you to face her. “You better look at me when I’m fucking you.” She stares directly into your eyes.

You moan at how rough and fucking gentle she is at the same time. You don’t know why you’re surprised, but you can tell she wants you to enjoy this. Thinking about it, this actually doesn’t benefit her in any way. She’s not the one getting off. In fact, she’d be in major shit if anyone walked into the room.

With each passing second, she’s getting faster. Picking up her pace and making no attempt to be quiet, grunting in your ear. You look down and see her tattoo flexing as she uses her whole arm to fuck you.

“Yeah, you’re gonna fucking cum onto my fingers like you know what’s good for yah. Making a fucking mess on me, shit. So wet, dollface.” She mutters through her teeth. You knew she loved to talk, but she especially loves to talk when she’s making you feel so good.

Just a few more sentences and you’re coming undone, your legs shake and she has to hold your hip to keep you in place.

“Uuugh.. mm. ‘M gonna cum, Ellie.”

“Fucking give it to me.” She huffs out and curls her fingers up into you. Immediately white hot pleasure takes over you. You’re cumming on her fingers just how she wanted. She’s still holding onto you, making sure you don’t fall as she fucks you through your orgasm. She’s fucking magical, making your orgasm last as long as she can, until your eyes are rolling back and you’re whining that it’s too much.

You’re finally able to slow down your breathing and take in what just happened. God, that was good. So much better than when you fucked yourself to the thought of her.

Ellie brings the two fingers she used on you up to her mouth and sucks on them. She even makes eye contact with you until she’s done cleaning them. Your jaw was already on the floor. Now it’s 6 feet below.

You hear Jesse say “Fuck” from downstairs, so you quickly pull your pants back up and button up your shirt in a mirror. Ellie fixes her hair and walks out of the closet, meeting Jesse and Dina as they come into the room.

“She spilled one.” Jesse says, nodding towards Dina who’s holding a tray of now three margaritas.

“Are they actually virgin?” Ellie crosses her arms.

“For once, yeah.” Dina says. “So. Who’s not getting one?”

You practically march out of the closet, “I want it. I’m fucking thirsty.” You greedily grab the drink from off the tray and take a large sip. All three of your friends are staring at you, and you bring it down from your lips. “What! Trying on clothes gets tiring okay?” You whine.

“Fuck it. ‘S my house. I’m getting one.” Ellie says.

“And I’m not the one who spilled it.” Jesse sticks his tongue out at Dina, who rolls her eyes.

The four of you sit down on the couch in Ellie’s room. You’re sitting next to Ellie, she crosses her legs and puts her arm around you.

Dina and Jesse give her a look, but she handles it so smoothly, you swear she’s prepared for anything. “Fuck it, you’re officially part of our group now. Gon’ stay by my side longer than just the rest of the week.” She announces, lightly punching you in the arm.

Jesse holds up his drink, “To Cady?” He prompts, looking between you and Ellie.

She nods, holding hers out to meet Jesse’s. You bring yours up too. “To Cady!” All four of you say, and Dina squeals and claps her hands.

You look over to Ellie. She’s still holding you in her arm, she smiles softly, grabs your side and brings you in a little closer.

𓆟. ° .• .𓆝 .• ° . 𓆟 . ° .• .𓆞

[loko4koko]

Cowboy Toji. He's taken over my mind. Imagine him tied up with his own rope, commanding you to help him, but instead, we tease him till he's all hot and bothered.

oh my sweet anon you have NO idea how this ask has affected me 😭 as someone who used to be heavy in the rdr2 fandom, i have a LOT (A LOT) of thoughts about sexy yummy cowboy men hehe

gn!reader but they do wear a dress!

MDNI 18+ BELOW THE CUT

cowboy!toji—well, he isn’t just a cowboy, he’s a bounty hunter. one of the best around, too. he has no rivals because everyone knows they aren’t even close to being as tough as him. he’ll hog tie a bounty right up (or shoot them if they’re being a pain in the ass), sling ‘em on the back of his horse, and when he’s done dropping them at the sheriff’s, he’ll use the hefty reward to celebrate at the nearby saloon.

only, toji may have celebrated a little too hard this time, ‘cause he fell victim to one of the oldest scams in the book. 4 whiskey shots and 2 beers in, toji gets approached by a working girl, and she’s real pretty, too, so who would he be to say no to a little company? so he stumbles off with her, following her lead to a secluded room in the saloon. but what happens there is far from what toji had expected.

when he wakes up, only a couple of hours later, he can’t see anything. the room is dark, and…why does it feel so cold? there’s a grimace on toji’s face as he tries to get up from what he thinks is the floor, only to realize his limbs are completely immobile. ‘that fucking girl…” he thinks, hissing as the ropes tied around his almost completely naked form dig into his flesh. he’s left in nothing but his underwear, grumbling angrily to himself while he tries desperately to wriggle out of his binds. that girl must’ve been a pro at this, though, ‘cause those ropes aren’t budgin’.

you’re in the storage room next door, organizing the newest case of liqour when you hear it. there’s someone groaning, some shuffling, and it startles the hell out of you. you set the box full of alcohol aside and listen further, and when the person swears your eyes widen. you tiptoe your way out to the hall, pressing your ear up against the door of the second, empty storage room. “goddamn thievin’ girl..shit..” you hear them say. it’s a man’s voice, real deep and boy, does he sound angry. your curiosity gets the best of you in the end, so you push the door open, reaching to turn on the lantern near the entrance. it takes a second for your eyes to adjust but when they do, your breath hitches.

there’s a man—just like you’d heard from the other room—and he’s..oh. your face grows hot as you take in the compromising position he seems to be in. his short black hair is tousled, scar on his lip twisted up as he tries to wriggle himself free, and when he looks up at you, it’s like a switch flips inside of you.

“ya mind givin’ me a hand here, doll?”

those dark, brooding eyes follow your every movement as you cross the short distance to reach him. you drop to the floor in front of him, dirtying the long skirt of your dress but you couldn’t care less. you’ve heard stories of a famous bounty hunter, one who could clear rooms with his gaze alone. the one with the scar and the midnight black stallion. the man who rides through the night like death incarnate. the one and only toji fushiguro. and here he was, bound in his own ropes, right in front of you.

your eyes are full of wonder as you take him in, hand subconsciously reaching out to smooth a thumb across his scarred lip. it’s real. he’s real. and he’s bared before you, wrapped up like a present that only you know about. your fingers skip a path down to his chiseled jaw, then further, down past the thick cords of his neck, before they come to a stop on his broad chest. the skin is flawed—healed knife slashes and bullet grazings etched across his pale flesh—but still so soft, so inviting with how it ripples under your delicate touch. as you explore him, your thumb brushes his nipple and he shudders, steely eyes boring into you when you meet his stare.

“this ain’t what i meant by ‘givin’ me a hand, sweetheart’,” he says, voice rumbling low.

“i- i’m sorry, do you..want me to stop?”

he’s silent for a long moment, jaw clenched tight while your hand hovers just off of his toned abdomen. your palm is so close you can still feel the heat radiating from him, and it’s killing you how badly you want that heat on you directly from the source.

“no.”

so you don’t stop. your hands are fully on him now, groping at his chest and caressing his stomach. and when your hand trails lower, your eyes meet his again and he holds your gaze quietly. you can feel how hard he is through his underwear, can feel how hot and big and throbbing he is. lip between your teeth, you take the plunge and grip him tight, barely able to wrap your hand around the girthy shaft. he hisses, eyes still on you, unwavering in their confidence. it doesn’t matter to toji that he’s the one restrained, he knows (in his sober state) that he could intimidate anyone into backing down, and you’re no exception. but there’s something in him, something that he sees in you that has him keening at your touch. in him- addicted, in you- addicting.

you’ve reduced this big, burly, violent man into a grunting mess. there’s sticky spots of pre staining his underwear and his head has fallen back between his bulky shoulders and fuck, he wants to cum, so bad—so fucking bad—but you’re not as sweet as you look, keep slowing the pump of your wrist down when his hips start to grind up into the strokes.

are you going to be nice, be kind to this scary man? or are you going to leave him there, high and dry? choose wisely, he’s a professional at finding people who’ve wronged him…

>thank u for reading ♡︎

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>send a request here!

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

Ooo can I please request a Tangerine x innocent!civilian!fem!reader where Y/n is Tan’s wife, and besides Lemon, she’s the only person that can get a genuine smile and laugh out of Tangerine? Like he’s all Mr. Grumps and broody, huffing about a mission or someone that annoyed him or something, but then Y/n gives him a sweet smile, a sweet kiss, sits on his lap, and/or a cheesy joke/pun that definitely makes Tan lovingly roll his eyes. Y/n just generally being a really bubbly and goofy person, a contrast to Tangerine’s broody demeanor 😂 Also Y/n being pretty clumsy and Tan definitely joking that he needs to wrap her in bubble wrap lol… Also just imagine Ladybug or Lemon making the same exact cheesy joke as Y/n, but instead of an irritated response like he gives Ladybug or Lemon, he gets all heart eyes and laughs for Y/n😂😂🧡🧡🍊🍊

hii my sweet!! sorry I feel like it’s taken me ages to do this. hope this is how you envisioned. you have so many ideas that sometimes it actually baffles me😭 thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌

grumpy x sunshine (tangerine x f!reader)

wc || 0.8k

warnings || none(?) swearing

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Just finishing up some housework, you hear the front door open which shortly followed your husband who was muttering profanities under his breath. Walking over to greet him and help with the shopping bags.

“Hi, love.” He huffs.

“Hey, you alright?” You ask, sweetly kissing him.

“Some twat cut me up and fucked up the front my car.” He sighs.

“Did you get hurt?” You ask, clearly concerned.

“No.”

“Actually, no… did you hurt them?” You ask with a laugh.

“No.” He chuckles. “Help me put this away, would ya?” Gesturing to the bags upon bags spread out on the floor.

Slinging as many handles as you could onto your arms, lugging it all into the kitchen. Bumping into a few things on the way, not realising how much extra space you took. Clattering into a couple of accent tables and paintings on the way.

“Sorry… sorry… I got it.” You puff out between waddles.

“Why did you take so much?” He laughs.

“Thought it would be easier.”

“Well, is it?”

“Not particularly.” You strain trying to lift the heavy bags onto the counter. Dropping them off and shaking your arms erratically. “How did you manage all them?” You exhaustedly puff.

“Magic.”

“Did they give their insurance info?” You question, loading the fridge.

“Yeah… fucking BMW driving bastard.” He mumbles.

“Babe, you have a BMW in the garage.” You laugh, causing Tan to roll his eyes with a smile.

“Yeah… your point?” He shoves the empty bags onto the drawer.

“You look like you need a hug.”

“I don’t.”

“Yeah you do… come here.”

“You come here.”

“You are so stubborn…” extending your arms for him to make the move. “Can you see your brain?”

“Eh?”

“All that eye rolling.” Shaking your arms to emphasise that you’re still waiting.

He just huffs, walking over to you and wrapping his arms around you, resting his chin on your head as you pull him tighter. You could feel the way he instantly relaxed. “See? Better?”

He doesn’t need to say anything for you to know he’s still making that face.

“How about I make us tea and you put something on the tv? Yeah?”

Separating, he kisses your forehead to make his way to the living room. Sinking into the sofa with a huff.

“You’re gonna turn into a dragon with all that huffing.” You call out, flicking the kettle on.

“Dragons don’t huff- wait, they’re not even real.”

“Anymore.” You shout over the noise of the boiling water.

“Shut up about dragons.” He lovingly jokes.

“Bitch.” You mumble.

“I heard that.”

“Not you. Ow, you fu-“ you groan running your hand under cold water.

Tan walks through to see you dramatically sprawled out across the counter with your hand in the sink.

“What happened?”

“My hand got thirsty.”

“Such a dick.” He jokes, collecting a bag of peas from the freezer. Wrapping a tea towel around the bag before placing it on your burnt hand.

“Am I gonna die?” Jokingly making a scared face.

“No, but we’re gonna have to chop it off.” He plays along, lightly karate chopping your wrist.

“You evil man.” You smile, hopping off the counter. “Shit the tea bags.”

“No you bellend, now they’re ruined.” He jests, stirring the mugs.

“Sorry, I was too busy with my melted hand.” Playfully waving it at him.

“Good, you should be.” He turns to look at you, concerned at the new noise you just made.

You were groaning and bending over to hug your knee.

“What’ve you done now?”

“Knocked my knee into that.” Gesturing to the counter door handle.

“I should wrap you in bubble wrap. You are a danger to yourself.”

“You might kneed to cut it off too.” You slyly smirk, waiting for him to get your joke.

Looking at you confused like you can see the gears working in his brain as he tries to figure it out.

His head tilts to the side, trying not to smile. “That was so stupid.”

“You found it funny.” Grinning triumphantly.

“Shut up.” Rolling his eyes as he picks up the mugs, and walking back into the living room.

You rummage through the draws, following after him with a pack of biscuits.

Making yourself comfortable on his lap, snuggling into him and kissing all over his face.

“You know there are six other places you could’ve sat, right?”

“I know.” You say short but sweet. “What you wanna watch?” You ask looking up at him.

His eyes instantly melt when you smile.

“I’m not fussed.”

“Hey look, it’s you.” You snicker, covering the ‘hob’ part of a pack of hobnobs.

He sarcastically laughs to hide his real one, looking away to smile. He eventually caves and cuddles into you while you flick through the tv to find something to watch.

[nickfowlerrr]

Getting pwyc vibes from this gif https://www.tumblr.com/nickfowlerrr/716041933395558400?source=share

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ahhhhhhh 😭 don’t give me any ideas, i have so many wips i need to tend to. 😩 but god the urge is so strong to write a little drabble inspired by this because it’s absolutely them 🥺🖤 bucky is on her any chance he has…. oh fuck, okay. who am i kidding. here we go.

his favorite pillow

pairing: pwyc!bucky x curvy!reader

warnings: ooey gooey softness. not really anything. also i wrote this in 3rd person pov for some reason? so there’s that lol.

words: 752

notes: i legit just wrote this so not at all edited lol sorry for any mistakes. thank you in advance for reading, i hope you enjoy this! as always, feedback and reblogs are welcome and so appreciated. 🩵

She can just be lounging on the couch, reading a book or lazily watching a movie on television when Bucky walks by and sees her.

It’s not ten seconds before she feels his weight on her as he lays himself down without a word, his head burying itself in her chest as his arms rest on either side of her.

He takes a moment to enjoy her warmth and the soft skin of her cleavage against his face before he lets himself get really comfortable, shimmying down her body just a bit as he lets his head lay back down.

Her hands are already coming up to run through his hair, holding him gently as he relaxes even further into her. A soft moan tumbles from Bucky’s lips under her attention, his eyes already fallen closed.

His face is on her soft tummy as she cradles his head against her chest. When he feels her lean down, placing a delicate kiss on his hair, he swears his heart almost hurts from how full it is.

He never thought he would have this. Never thought anyone would care about him the way she does. He doesn’t deserve it. He knows that. But she’s still here. And she still loves him. He can feel it with every brush of her fingers through his hair. With every relaxed inhale she takes. With every beat of her precious heart that he’s vowed to never break again. And he knows she’ll deny it, argue semantics, but he’ll go to his grave saying he loves her even more.

Her soft laugh catches his attention as he turns his face up to meet her eye. She’s smiling down at him, her eyes twinkling. “You’re like a cat,” she laughs again, her voice quiet, almost a whisper. Bucky has a sleepy smirk on his face as he nuzzles into her again, his hand framing her soft waist, holding her lightly.

“Can’t help it. You’re too comfortable,” he insists.

“You can just grab a pillow,” she tells him, but they both know she enjoys this just as much as he does. When he’s this close, his weight on top of her like it is, she revels in the feeling. Not just warm or content, but safe. Cherished. Loved.

She never thought this was possible, not really. Sometimes, when she’s looking back on the beginning, she worries it’s all in her head. That she’s deluding herself into being this happy. But then moments like this happen. Again and again. And she knows, without a doubt, it’s real. The unadulterated happiness she feels when she’s with him now, it’s nothing but genuine. She couldn’t help it even if she wanted to.

She used to resent herself for it. But she can’t anymore. She won’t. She cares for him. She loves him. Maybe more than she should. But who’s to say. And why should it matter? She knows he loves her just as much. They’re a match made by the fates.

His fingers flex against her waist as he fondles her softly. That sly cheshire grin on his lips cause a brow to quirk on her face as she waits for him to respond.

“You are my pillow. My favorite pillow,” he smiles unabashedly as she rolls her eyes at him, a hint of a smile of her own threatening to play on her lips. He laughs and lets his head rest on her once more, her fingers returning to his hair as they lay together.

It’s quiet again, save the low hum of the television playing. It’s peaceful. Calm.

She smiles as she realizes their breathing has synced. A minute passes and she hears a soft snore coming from Bucky as he naps on her. Gently as she can, not wanting to wake him, she leans her head down once more, placing another soft kiss on him.

His hand ever so slightly squeezes her supple flesh in his sleep as she plays with his hair.

She soon feels herself growing more and more drowsy, too. His warmth and weight lulling her. It isn’t long before they’re both sleeping easily, being held delicately by one another.

His hold on her a symbol of his softness for her, a reminder of the true Bucky, whose warmth was reserved for her alone. A promise to always keep her with him - cherished, safe, and protected. Her hold on him much the same. An unspoken promise of commitment - her care and love for him, despite it all, ceaseless.

(this gif is not indicative of what “reader” looks like.)

[miyamiwu]

I follow 3 different YouTube channels for their fun Blue Lock reaction videos, but this guy’s reaction was so real man:

He fucking cried 😭

Are we cooked? Are we cooked? (sobs) Oh fuck, this be—I swear. I don’t wanna put it on anything, like, I don’t wanna swear to something but, like, I’m not joking—(ugly laugh-cry)—not joking. I’m not joking. This U20 game better be better than anything from Jujutsu Kaisen season 2. It better be better than Zoro vs King, Gear 5 Luffy, Tengen vs Gyutaro. It better be better than all that. I’m not doing this shit, bruh. I’m not.

I feel you, man😭. People had very high expectations for Blue Lock season 2. “Anime of the Season,” “Peak Lock,” and whatnot, but 8Bit so far has not yet delivered anything that has met those expectations. Now, we’re all hoping and praying that they’re “saving the budget” for the actual U20. And with how the first few episodes are just delivering the bare minimum, we’re desperately holding onto the belief that U20 is going to be amazing and that all this disappointment from PNGlock would be worth it.

I’m trying to be positive here and look at the good side of the anime, but we really shouldn’t have to be settling for crumbs just because the studio is rushing to release the season when they’ve just released EpiNagi earlier this year.

Like, it’s fucking ridiculous that it’s come to the point we get hyped over the smallest movement in a sports anime that’s supposed to be full of it 😭😭😭

There should be some balance here. They can skimp on the budget on the pre-U20 episodes, but it shouldn’t reach to levels where they’re left with nothing but panning PNGs, underwater filters, and slide transitions. It would’ve been more acceptable if they have given us quality like that in Clean Freak! Aoyama-kun, a mid soccer anime with mid animation, because that show at least has some actual movement.

And before you say, “Just don’t watch the anime if you’re gonna complain,” let me grab you by the shoulders, look into your eyes, and ask you:

Are you seriously contented with this kind of “animation”?

Complaining is not always bad. Complaining is not always negative. Complaining is not always toxic.

People complain because they want a change for the better. Is wanting something for the better that bad?

If nobody in history ever complained, then the word “accountability” wouldn’t exist in our dictionary.

I admit that non-fans hating on Blue Lock animation just to ride on the hate train is too much, but as someone who loves Blue Lock, how can you not feel any pain or rage in seeing the half-assed work being done on the show?

Anger is just one way of grieving and coping. And people get angry because they care.

The fact that the fandom is raging over the animation quality is proof that Blue Lock is loved.

We’re angry with the animation because we care.

So let’s just hold each other’s hands and not fight one another. The problem is not between us fans, who just want the best for Blue Lock. The problem is with the studio.

This isn’t the first time 8Bit has done a disservice on the show, and I doubt it will be the last. They can’t keep getting away with this.

[wayward-dreamer]

Hi! I was wondering if you could write an angst fic taking place in the late 60s where Ben (Soldier Boy) is in an arranged marriage with the reader, but the reader does love him? Also, they’re much younger than he is (obviously an adult though, just a young one). This is oddly specific ig but I have an OC based around this concept 😭❤️

Two Ways To Love Him

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Female!Reader

Word count: 1,709

Summary: There were certain things about the supe she didn't want to accept, they were surprisingly two things love about him.

Warnings: Swearing, angst, implied smut (not with reader), implied drug use

A/N: I wrote this a while ago and just forgot to post it, but hopefully it's what you were hoping for! Also I was intending for this to be a drabble, but here we are at 1700 words lol This is unbetad, so I'm sorry for any errors I've missed.

It was easy to love his exterior personality, the parts of himself that he showed to the public. The parts of himself that Vought manufactured. The charm, the wit, the subtle cockiness, the smirk, the heroic sacrifices he had made over the decades in each war that occurred, the roughness of his voice laced with the rasp of cigarettes and bourbon. It was easy to love him from afar for many years, knowing that was all it would be. Just a silly admiration for an American hero, the world’s greatest supe. What she felt was real but fleeting, something she knew she’d get over whenever she decided that it was immature and she needed a reality check.

A reality check that came in the form of Vought calling her into the executive offices. It was  in the form of them needing her for something that she wasn’t ready for, especially with someone she didn’t know. She knew his public life, yes, but she had no idea what he was like in the privacy of his penthouse apartment at the top floor of the building.

“There’s no way I’m fucking doing this,” he argued, taking out his third cigarette in the span of fifteen minutes they had both been in the CEO’s office.

“You don’t have a choice, Ben,” Alan from talent relations countered. “In light of all the papers reporting your… alleged ties with the mafia, we need to present you as the wholesome, all American hero that you’ve always been.”

“By marrying me off to some bird I don’t even fucking know?!” Soldier Boy pointed towards her, his eyes never even meeting hers. “Not to mention she looks like one of the Brady fucking Bunch kids.”

“I’m 25,” she finally added, her voice meek as her legs shook under her boring brown skirt.

“Yeah, that’s a lot better,” he scoffed, placing the cigarette between his lips and lighting it. He took a long drag as he dropped down in the leather chair across from the table, leaning his head back as he closed his eyes. “Fuckkkk.”

“There’s an image we need to protect here,” the CEO, Paul Roberts explained, leaning forward on the table as he clasped his hands together. “Vought can’t have its number one supe acting out and causing more trouble than he was initially trying to prevent. This arrangement is going to show a level of maturity to your supporters. Think of the popularity points and keep your attitude in check.”

Soldier Boy glared at him, shifting forward and putting the cigarette out in the ashtray. “Fuck you, Paul.”

He stood up from the chair, adjusted the tactical vest over his suit and turned towards the exit, sending those same daggers towards her before he slammed the door shut. She gulped as she turned to the two men in the room, nervously twisting her fingers.

“You’ll be compensated fairly,” Alan informed her, handing her a pen as he pushed the contract across to her.

“What about-” she started as she gestured to the door that Soldier Boy just walked through.

“You let us handle him,” Mr. Roberts added, his tone having a sickening finality to it.

They didn’t leave much room for choice, and she knew better than to argue with a fast-growing corporation like them. With a flurry of the pen, she signed her life away to Vought and to being Soldier Boy’s wife.

There was barely a ceremony, and no exchanging of rings. They gave their forced “I do’s” to a minister hired by the company in one of the offices, standing side by side and never once looking at each other. Vought had people remove her belongings from her parent’s house, her childhood home and move it into the spare room in Soldier Boy’s apartment. A knock on the door alerted her to the envelope left outside, her wedding ring inside that she slipped onto her finger herself. This was never something she thought would happen so abruptly. She always imagined herself falling for a wonderful man, both of them declaring their love for each other before they promised to spend the rest of their lives together.

Being married to Soldier Boy wasn’t what she had pictured for herself.

Being the wife of Vought’s most valuable asset was nothing like having a crush on him. She spent most of her days alone, either crying her eyes out, muffled by the down pillows on the large bed she slept in by herself, or staring out the large, floor to ceiling windows and wondering what the tiny people down on the ground were doing with their lives. She was only ever in close proximity to him when the media outlets wanted to speak with them, now that Vought had officially announced the nuptials of the great Soldier Boy and his childhood sweetheart, as the story cooked up by PR suggested. They fake smiled and “aww, honey”’d their way through every interview, their looks barely lingering on each other for more than a few seconds. They went their separate ways after each one, resuming the routine they had found themselves in.

She kept quiet as she watched him go off to meeting after meeting, commercial after commercial, and party after party, every single day and night. She never said a word as he came in, late at night and blinding drunk, a loud guffaw waking her up as she heard the hysterical giggles of the women he was sneaking into his room. She kept her mouth shut as she watched him consume every pill, snort every kind of powder and drink everything in sight. She ignored him as he did what he was used to doing, showing no interest in that life. She never wanted it and she was even more certain of it now that she had witnessed him in all his glory.

She had seen behind the curtain, she knew what he was really like now, and it wasn’t easy to love him without the guise of his public persona.

In fact, it was incredibly difficult to love him for who he actually was.

Until one day… it wasn’t.

It started with a simple gesture. She had come back from spending her day shopping with the money that Vought was giving her in checks, completely caught off guard by him being there, pouring himself a drink. Their eyes met for what could possibly be the first time in weeks, but exchanged no words. He slid the tumbler across to her, pouring another for himself before he walked away and closed the door to his room. That was the most time they had spent in each other’s vicinity within the apartment, but she appreciated that he actually acknowledged her presence, even if it was for just a mere moment.

She quickly noticed the other little things he started doing, things that he probably hoped she wouldn’t realize was him, but she did.

He would leave for the day just before she would wake, and always had a bagel and coffee waiting for her when she reached the dining table. He usually arrived back at the apartment in the wee hours of the morning, and on more than one occasion she had fallen asleep on the couch. She remained still, making no sudden movements as he covered her with the blanket that was draped over the back of the sofa. After the first time, she had to make sure it wasn’t just a part of her dreams, and sure enough it happened again another two times. She tried not to read too much into the night he picked her up and carried her into her bedroom, or the next night when it happened once more but his large hand delicately tucked a lock of hair behind her ear as she continued to feign sleep, before he promptly left the room.

All of it was a side to him that she never expected once she saw who he really was, and she knew not to take it for granted despite the twinge of longing in her heart that it would be an everyday occurrence that could be acknowledged between them. A stepping stone into a better relationship with him.

But he didn’t want that, and he proved it as he continued his usual activities as if those nice things were just fleeting, so few and far between that it began to feel like a part of the PR stunt. Even if it was behind closed doors.

And yet, she hung onto those moments. They may have been rare, but they were a part of him that she had begun to yearn for, another part of him that she had begun to love. A part of him that she wished he would just fully embrace rather than hide it away as if he was ashamed and disappointed in myself for doing it.

She knew she couldn’t change him. He was too embedded in Vought’s infrastructure to ever be a different person, and his only outlet to escape their grasp was to do all of the things she was forced to pretend didn’t happen.

So she resigned herself to the fact that there were only two ways to love him. Only two aspects of him to love.

One was his public life, the persona he put on for the people that adored him. That sexy smirk, the ability to melt hearts with just a wink and his heroic efforts in the wars - WWII, Korea and Vietnam - that all followed his initiation into Vought. The public didn’t need to know that was all for the photo opportunities.

The other was all of the little things he did for her, things that he didn’t know she had noticed. They were little gestures, not nearly enough under normal circumstances for someone to fall in love with, but she needed those in order to survive this situation she had found herself in. The money promised to her would never be enough to make it through that.

Those were the only two ways to love him, she told herself. Reminded herself every day of the fact.

And everything else, everything she had chosen to ignore… well, those were all things she would learn to live with.

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[haeryna]

OH MY GOD BAEEEE

i literally love your satosugu fic so much IM SCREAMING LIKE UGHH ITS SO GOOD AJDJWJS

like im not over exaggerating it hurts so good like i swear you know how to hit us hard 😭

i love your writing style and the way that we can feel the characters emotions (or maybe thats just me being sensitive..? IM JOKING BAE) like i can imagine how hurt reader is by satosugu leaving her and how mad satosugu are at themselves for leaving her too LIKE UGHHHH

and readers thoughts are completely valid because satosugu left without explanation, basically deserting her and then suddenly they come back?? like i’d be so hurt and mad that they’re back BUT ALSOO when she got called princess? i feel like part of her just wanted to cave especially when she was being held like that but then the other part of her was fighting, reminding herself how badly she was hurt LIKE OH MY GOD YOU ARE SO GOOD AT THIS I LOVE YOUR WRITING AAAA

and for satosugu their reason for leaving and not contacting was also completely valid !! i love that we get to see how much they miss reader and how upset they were that they left but also their reason for leaving? literally GUT WRENCHING. Yes they love reader as much as they love each other but they had to get out of there for their own safety and it just hurts so good 😭 AND THE WAY THAT THEY STILL LOVE HER TOO IT HURTS SO GOOD LIKE WHAT THE FUCK WHY ARE YOU SO GOOD AT WRITING IT MAKES ME SOB— okay but really the way that they never stopped loving her shows how much they truly loved her in the first place because even though reader thinks she means nothing to them she was the only person that they could ever love the way they love each other, oh my god and when they find out she never left and how she’s been alone for the past 5 years i can’t even imagine the guilt and hurt they felt. i can’t even when Suguru finds her letters like the pain he must’ve felt? The way he slowly saw through the letters as the girl they left behind changed, BUT THE WAY THAT THEY WILL NEVER LOVE HER ANY LESS. Also when Satoru notices how reader has changed physically like i just KNOW he wanted to burst into tears, seeing the people you love so frail and vulnerable is a pain that you can never forget so imagining how Satoru felt coming back after years only to find her looking like that must’ve been so painful for him. DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED ON THE PART WHERE HE SAYS HOW HE FORGOT WHAT IT FELT LIKE TO BE WITH HER LIKE OH MY GOD STOP IT RIGHT NOW. Like even though reader doesn’t even want to be in the same room as him he can’t help but feel alive because she’s just always had that affect on him like oh my god i literally want to bawl. Okay but also Suguru writing all of his songs for her 😭 I can’t help but wonder if he still has the guitar she thrifted for him? Also the part about Satoru’s makeup artist? “She’ll never do it like you” IM ACTUALLY SOBBING.

I love the way you write so much, it’s so real and has so much emotion. As a theater kid this entire fic is so good for character analysis like I LOVE analyzing characters and the way you write them just makes it even more fun ! I love the way that each character is actually complex and how their emotions feel real LIEK OH YMGNDODQJDHJWNS

(omg i didn’t realize how like jumbled up this all is im so sorry 😭)

I can’t wait for more to be revealed about their relationship! take your time writing the next chapter 💗

ANON PLEASE I WANT TO PUT YOU IN A LITTLE JAR WITH A BOW AND KEEP YOU SAFE YOU'RE SO SWEET AND KIND AND I LOVE YOU !! let's get married. rn. but PLEASE i was sitting here squealing and kicking my feet and looking at this ask every five minutes...i'm so glad you love it :') it makes me feel so happy that you feel like i've written them to a depth that you feel like you can analyze them!!

just for you bae, some little snippets that may or may not get woven into the main story: (suggestive but not explicit!!)

suguru keeps the old guitar you thrifted him. he actually bought a special case for it, so that even with all the damage, it'll still remain strong. there's a metaphor in that, he thinks, in the way that he'll only bring it out when he's writing a song that's meant for you. they're all meant for you, so he finds himself bringing it out constantly. he refuses to try the demos that the studio sends over, of metal and rock, because it feels cheap and artificial.

satoru keeps you and his lockscreen. it's a photo of you and suguru standing together, backs towards the camera. suguru is mid-laugh, and your eyes are shining. sukuna used to give him shit for it, until choso stepped in, recognizing the wistful love in satoru's eyes every time he'd see it.

the first time they were intimate together in their shitty apartment somewhere in seoul, suguru calls out your name. satoru says nothing of it. in turn, suguru pretends not to notice when satoru calls for you in his sleep.

kenji is dissatisfied. in a small town like yours, classmates have paired up left and right. you were meant for him, he believed. but now that satoru and suguru are back, and you're about to leave, he'd rather clip your wings than let them have you. if he can't have you, then he'd rather let you take the fall.

shoko is bemused, in a sad sort of way. she knows she can't interfere. that, and her girlfriend hates satoru with a burning passion, so she doesn't want to start any fires there.

(utahime will never forgive how satoru had made fun of her when she'd taken a particularly nasty fall during a dance practice. they weren't even in the same industry for god's sake. utahime does not care.)

you're exhausted. money is thin. you've given up on your dreams of a musical career. the notebooks of sheet music and lyrics lay aimlessly on your floor. you pretend like you realize the bleakness of your life. in reality, when you can't sleep, you find yourself scribbling words and melodies.

satoru and suguru tried, once. to replace you. to find someone else. they couldn't even seriously stomach the idea before they gave up and went back to pathetically looking at old photos of you. one of the first things they got when they made it big was a professional album done of all the photos they had of you.

(shoko laughed until she cried when she heard about it, before smacking satosugu and telling them to "go talk to her and do something about it, dumbasses.")

ALSO DO NOT APOLOGIZE FOR THE RAMBLE!! i adored it and i hope to see you around nonnie, take care of yourself <33 i hope my other fics will be able to allow you to analyze the characters as well; the next chapter will be a doozy considering how badly i want to make it realistic but there's a lot of thought that goes into that hnghh. i hope you have a lovely day/night bby!!

[zees-hat]

whats ur fav ships and why !!!!!!!!!!!!!

u just unleashed my insanity.

heads up im picky about ships and am not too big on multishipping BUT NOT CRAPPING ON MULTISHIPPERS YOU GUYS ARE COOL i like seeing the art and stuff :3 🫶🏻🫶🏻

will start with og and then reboot cuz YIPPEEEEE

OG

Alenoah like ough they’re LITERALLY enemies to lovers fuck yeah the chemistry is great and the ANGST possibilities omg

GWOURTNEYYY omg they are so cute and the energy was there i swear. love that trope though like two ex girlfriends dating EACH OTHER LIKE FUCK YEAH

Ozzy because like they’re literally adorable and izzy is insane i love her. the world tour song owen sang about her is stuck in my brain 😭

Lyler. ohhhhh my god the cuties ever. Yall stay with me here when i say I HC THEM AS T4T LIKE FUCK YEAH ‼️‼️

Lesharold is cute but man it’s been ROUGHHH in world tour they’re sillies tho :3

Gidgette?? i swear that sounds so wrong for some reason but like whatevs 😞 they’re cute in season 1 but man they gotta work things OUT rn

Djuncan. holy SHIT i literally just learned about this ship TODAY and its already in my damn brain like not even kidding theyre real to me like the opposites attract is GIVINGGGGG

REBOOT

Rajbow OBVI like omg THEYRE SO CUTE :(( they literally light up when they see each other istg I WANNA SQUISH THEM AND PUT THEM IN A JAR

Damiwayne bc OOOOH THEY SNUCK UP ON ME A LONG TIME AGO. i used to be a juliayne shipper like right when i first started watching reboot but like changed my mind real fast 😭

Mkulia and oh my GOD i swear if they aren’t canon if there’s a season three there will be RIOTS i tell you, RIOTS. the villain gfs ever

Ripaxel i used to hate so so much but they GREW on me like GOT ME BY THE THROAT ripper is so pathetic and i love him, girlboss x actual loser

Chazee is where it gets more rare like this is such a crack ship but in an /srs way theyre GAYYYY i would write oneshots about them

Sillie. if u dont know its scary girl x millie now like this IS A RAREPAIR BUT LIKE HEAR ME OUT OKAY like girlfriend who does research x girlfriend who is an insane creature like do u guys get the vision 🙏

Nichemma oh my god they’re so cutesy i love them SO MUCH another rarepair but aaaaahhh i like it!! nichelle would be so much better for her i swear

thats all i got ‼️🫶🏻

[lukecastellanshandholder]

Ok, I’m back with my thoughts on episode 6! I had quite a bit of them so I put them all in this post 💜

⚠️ Spoiler warning for episode 6 of the PJO Tv Show and major book spoilers ahead! ⚠️

Kronos talking to "the lightng thief" : "Give me a reason to question your worthiness again, and there is another that just might be ready to take your place. *looks over at Percy* Isn’t that right, little hero?"

I’m sorry??!!! Maybe I’m forgetting but, was it ever clearly mentioned in the books that Kronos planned on using Percy as a replacement if Luke didn’t do as he was asked? Because I have been speculating this for years but, was it actually in the books? Because if it wasn’t?? Rick is really trying to make sure the foil nature between Percy and Luke can not be ignored

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Percy: "We know who stole the bolt."

Luke: How do you know? 😅👀😗

I just know that he was SWEATING 😭💀

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Grover not giving a solitary fuck about the humans and only caring about the animals after they free them from the trailer is hilarious to me 😭💀

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Just the mere fact that they just talk about May (sure they don’t mention her by name but 🤷‍♀️) is so promising to me. Like we’re getting to know about some things that we don’t get to really know about until the 5th book of the series?? And it’s only episode six of season 1????? Yeah, they’re really trying to let more of Luke’s backstory be known and I love it 😌

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Annabeth: "we’re friends of Luke’s."

Hermes: *starts sweating profusely*

Good, he should be nervous! It’s only the consequences of your actions coming to haunt you 😌💅

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Hermes: " Time and space is easy, kids. Parenting is something else entirely."

Well first you would have to try and be a parent… 🙄

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Hermes: "I was warned to stay away from Luke and his mother. Warned that no matter how much I tried to help I would just make things worse. And I went anyway. And it wasn’t just awful for Luke… It was awful for all of us."

Hmm, I wonder why?? It couldn’t have been because you literally ignored your son every time he prayed to you and asked for help. It couldn’t have been because May would tell Luke over and over that his Father would visit soon, and then you never showed up! And it definitely couldn’t be because when you saw Luke, you told him that he never should have came back and that he was making his mother worse. Ya know, blaming him for what his mother was going through.

But yeah, it’s a real mystery for sure 🙄

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Ok but I need to know what that flashback is of Percy’s! Is it supposed to be Hermes insinuating that Percy hurts Sally and manipulating him into thinking that he’s hurting Sally? The same way that he blamed Luke for May. If so, what is his obsession with victim blaming???

Or is it going to show something between Sally and Poseidon? I don’t know but I need to know!

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I am not trying to be insulting to Lin, I actually mean this as a complement, but he does too much of a good job playing a narcissistic, manipulative asshole. That whole part where he’s showing Percy that flashback and the the way he looks over at Annabeth and says; "Should I remind you, too?"

Listen, I don’t mean to trauma dump on main, but I’ve seen that look in someone else’s eyes and I’ve heard that tone of voice being used by a narcissist irl and… yeah, it’s scary how much Lin’s line delivery reminds me of those times.

When I say that the casting directors knew what they were doing, I’m not lying… 😅

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Hermes: "I don’t get involved anymore. It’s just not worth it."

I swear, if I hear anymore people trying to make excuses for Hermes after this, I’m reminding them of this line.

Like, let me get this straight. You know what is about to happen, what has been happening to Luke for years now. You knew what was going to happen to him ever since Luke was a baby. You swear up and down that you truly love and care for Luke and May… but at the same time their not worth it??? Why? Because Luke "failed" his quest??? Because he’ll do things that might bruise your fragile ego??? Yet, you truly care about them as well… Be so fuckin for real 🙄😤

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Hermes: "It was your father (talking about Poseidon) who warned me to stay away. Said it was awful watching you struggle and feel powerful to stop it. But that sometimes… that’s what parenting is."

Hold up…

First of all, Poseidon literally had Percy 7 whole years after you had Luke. So what did you do during the first 7 years? Do nothing to help all on your own?? The whole blaming Poseidon for your being neglectful is not doing what you think it’s doing…

Second, watching your child suffer is parenting?? Like sure, ok, sometimes you need to let your children learn from there own mistakes. It’s how we grow. But those mistakes are usually small things like letting them get a terrible haircut that you know they won’t like but they insist on getting it. Or them insisting on eating something that you know they won’t like, but you don’t stop them. Not watching your son have to watch his mother suffer and be in pain for the first 9 years of his life. Not looking away as your son is tormented and brainwashed by quite literally the most evil entity in your universe! FFS!

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Hermes: "I guess we’re all just doing the best we can."

Hate to be the barer of bad news, but sometimes that just isn’t good enough ☺️

My god, Rick really pulled Lin to the side and said, "I need you to act like a raging narcissist with a victim complex that’s bigger than the galaxy." And Lin delivered like his life was on the line. He definitely wasn’t throwing away his shot💀

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Hermes looking at his watch and then telling Percy that he’s basically out of time??? Hermes knew exactly what he was doing keeping Annabeth and Percy distracted.

But don’t worry, guys. He’s trying his best 🥹🙄

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Annabeth picking Hermes’ pocket? She is so real for that!

She definitely learned that skill from Luke 😌💅

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Grover: "We’re late? Are we late because of me?"

Me: *sobbing* 😭🥺💔

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Percy trying to drive: "That guy didn’t even slow down! 😡🤬*honks horn aggressively* "

Calm down, Percy. The New Yorker in you is showing😭💀

… but also, that’s a mood 😅

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Ok, but I’m a bit confused why they changed it to where they’ve run out of time for the quest. Like, what does that mean for the rest of the story? Is everything going to happen as normal still, or will there be changes? 🤨

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Last thoughts: I am so, so happy with how this episode turned out, imo. I was kind of skeptical on how they would portray Hermes, but I’m glad that they didn’t make him a "good guy". They showed him in his barest form, the form that we don’t really get to see until the 5th book, and I love that. I can not wait for the next episode.

[dontyouworrydaddy]

less than five minutes have passed, and I already want to read the continuation of “burn the world for you”, where a couple of months after the incident you can already stand on your feet, almost all the wounds have healed, but Ellie cannot help but be next to you, do everything necessary to make you feel comfortable, if necessary, to leave the house - to accompany you

maybe slight nsfw, like.. Ellie wants to comfort you and stuff🫦 I’m so in love with this fic af

AHHH MY FIRST REQUEST OMG!!

Babes I love you for this! I was just imagining this and now I can’t stop giggling and blushing 😭 I hope you like this!

Anyway part 2 of burn the world for you !

warning: slight NSFW Minors DNI!!, fluff!

“Ellie, I swear I‘m fine and it doesn’t hurt when I‘m walking anymore, Look!” You stand up shake your leg and even jump two times to prove your point. But Ellie immediately jumps from the bed and puts both of her hands on your shoulders, looking at you worried.

“Stop. It may be healed but you still need to be careful. Sit down” she pushes you back on bed gently and you leave a long and frustrated sigh. You want to get up and do things you used to do. You learned your lesson and even promised Ellie to listen to her when she tells you to not leave alone for a mission. After you got home and was told to stay in bed and focus on recovery, Ellie never left your side. She would do anything for you and not even let your get up to get your own cup of water. Even after recovery she’s still doing the same.

She basically moved in with you.

Ellie lays next to you and plays around with your hair. You close your eyes and allow yourself to feel nothing but pure love and peace. Her hands start walking down your face and chest. Your breath hitches and you feel your face getting hot.

“Ellie” you barely whisper. You feel her shift and on top of you. “Yes baby. What’s wrong?” she obviously teases you and you can feel her smirk. You don’t dare to open your eyes. Your breathing speeds up which causes Ellie to let out an amused laugh.

Ellie starts kissing your face and it doesn’t stop there. She starts traveling down to your neck and you can’t help but bite your under lip.

“Ellie, fuck please just rip my clothes apart” Now you’re face isn’t the only one that is feeling hot. You can feel yourself getting wet.

“Ellie, please” you are desperate now. You feel her smirk against your neck and she continues teasing you while kissing your neck. Her hands make their way down to the hem of your shirt, ready to pull it off of you but you both get interrupted by a knock on your door. You open your eyes and let out a groan, obviously feeling frustrated and angry. Whoever dared to come will pay with extra laps on their training.

Ellie also looks very disappointed and frustrated because after months of no real physical activity she gets to touch you again without worrying about hurting you and especially now you guys get interrupted. Before Ellie gets off of you she leans down to whisper something in your ear.

“Tonight, baby. Don’t be so upset now” she winks and makes her way to the door leaving you excited yet still upset laying there.

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You’re standing in the middle of the field watching the kids play on the playground. You were called to watch the Kids while the parents are on a meeting to solve a current problem in the small town. There were many infected seen these past few weeks and they’re trying to figure out what the cause might be. Since the kids couldn’t be left alone, they needed someone to watch after them just for a few hours. They reassured you that the meeting won’t take long.

Ellie of course didn’t leave you alone and came with you even through only you were asked. Her reason was what if one of the kids hurt themselves pretty badly. But you obviously know the real reason why she wants to come with. She is still very protective of you and cannot risk anything happen to you since you’re the only person left in her life.

But she just left to get you and herself water since the weather is getting hotter.

“Hey Josh watch out!” you yell at one of the kids trying to climb up the climbing frame. Josh doesn’t listen to you and you are forced to climb up and pull him down again. As you take your first few steps on this huge climbing frame you feel a bit dizzy. You immediately let go and sit down on the grass. You probably stood up too fast and now you need to take a few seconds to calm down. Josh sees you sitting and holding your head which also causes him to worry and immediately get down.

“Y/N are you okay?” the little kid comes and pats on your shoulder causing to gain the attention of the other kids. They all come and sit around you and wait for you to get better.

“I got the wate- Y/N, shit, are you okay?” you hear Ellie from behind you approach you. “Josh what happened?” she asks the little kid and you can hear her worry in her voice.

“She wanted to get me and just fell down.” the little kid explains. “Okay you guys go play, I got Y/N”

The kids leave and continue to play. Ellie sits down next to you and hugs you. “Are you okay?” she asks you worriedly. You look up at her and smile to reassure her that you’re okay now. As you look at her you realize how pale she is right now. Now you feel bad.

“Fuck. You scared me for a second. Don’t ever do that again.” she slightly pushes your shoulder but pulls you immediately in and gives you a quick kiss to the lips. You smile at her and rest your head against her shoulder. Ellie feels her face getting hot and kinda feels proud of herself.

“I just got up too fast. That’s all. I‘m still doing fine.” you explain. She hums in response and you guys sit there until the parents come back to get their kids.

As you both guys stand up to leave, Ellie stops you when you were about to grab your bag and your jacket.

“Let me take that” she takes the bag and your jacket which causes you to laugh. It’s not like it’s weighing anything. You for sure can carry that on your own.

“I can carry that on my own!” you argue with a pounding look on your face. She lets out a chuckle and you can swear you felt the butterflies in your tummy go crazy. Like absolutely crazy.

“I know babe. You still shouldn’t overwork your leg. You’re already walking a way too long way.”

You absolutely love this woman and you have not can’t imagine a life without her. She never left your side while recovery and you’re 100 percent sure that she will never leave you. Let alone even think about leaving you. And you don’t plan to leave either.