kysgarret420

[nateezfics]

when you suddenly realize just how fucking close we are to the tour starting…..ateez will be on us soil very soon y’all…..

[munariplans]

cold | natasha romanoff

synopsis: AU to the spidey!reader and natasha series, wherein a bad argument leads to unsaid misunderstandings and forever guilt between natasha and her love, just before christmas.

natasha romanoff x spidey! reader

word count: 2.2k words

warnings: major character death

a/n: i have to emphasise that this is an AU for these two once more, or i fear i may not make it out alive for christmas from your wraths as well...

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cold had been the one word you would describe the look in her eyes, as she told you to get out. to get out, if it made you happier going out on that stupid mission than spending time at home with your family. that stupid mission that no one could deny was not only dangerous, but life-threatening. but you were confident in your abilities. you knew that if anyone could survive it, you could. you also knew that bringing the stolen artefact home could add a nice year-end bonus that would chip in heavily to the new play room that was being built for your son. 

you didn’t mention any of that to natasha, of course. she was already enraged enough as it is, standing by the christmas tree the three of you had decorated together. your son was a greater help than you, she would say, as you carried him on your shoulders and allowed him to choose where he wanted to hang the ornaments beside natasha. you remembered those moments fondly. 

“get out then,” she bit harshly, “get out on that stupid, godforsaken mission if you have to. i could care less about trying to convince you otherwise anymore. it seems that whatever i say these days doesn’t even matter.”

“nat, of course what you say matters.”

“you don’t love me enough to have it matter.”

“how can you–”

but she had put up a hand to stop you. it was enough. she had sighed deeply, and began walking back to the bedroom. it was late, and your son had a preschool play the next day. natasha needed to get up early to put his costume together for him. 

you didn’t see a point fighting her. maybe you should have. maybe you should have gone up to her, wrapped your arms around her, and told her just how sorry you were. that you weren’t going on the mission anymore, because it would be going against her wishes, and you loved her too much to disrespect her like that. maybe things would’ve been different then. 

what you did instead, was sigh irritatedly as well, and began packing up for the mission. getting dressed in your spider suit underneath plain clothing, you slipped your mask into one of the pockets on your jacket. the pendant with natasha’s photo inside of it hung snugly on your neck; your good luck charms. 

natasha watched you enter the bedroom, equipping your web shooters and packing the last of your things. she didn’t say anything. when you were finished and shot one last longing glance to her, she clenched her jaw and looked away. she didn’t want to be the one to give in first. she wished she had. she wished she had just put her ego down, and hugged and kissed you goodbye. it would have alleviated so much of the regret, and sorrow, that she was feeling right now. 

you nodded understandingly, swallowing a particularly difficult breath. coming a little closer, you noticed natasha not flinching when you moved. so you took the chance to kiss her on the cheek, and murmur i’ll be home soon in her ear. she gave a nonchalant grunt and drew the covers over her face. 

but natasha still cared. she cared so much that it hurt; it was inane for her, just caring for you. and so when you left the bedroom and made your way across the hall to your son’s room, she followed.

she watched by the door as you woke him up gently, leaning down to smile at him as he sleepily reached out for your voice in the dark. you held his hand, calling him your little warrior, and then, you leaned down and whispered, just enough for natasha to barely make out, “take care of your mama for me while i’m gone, okay? just like we talked about, my warrior.”

his hands imitated your own when you shot your web shooters; the spider pose, he would say, as you chuckled. you kissed him gently on the forehead then, and tucked him back in. 

“when will you be back?” he asked, eyes wide as he saw your mission supplies. 

you smiled sadly at him. “just in time for christmas, i promise.”

“pinky promise?” he let out his pinky, you interlaced it with yours, nodding. 

natasha disappeared back into the room before you could see her, her own eyes red and brimming with tears. she heard the click of the front door a few seconds later. she wished she had never allowed you to leave that night. 

– 

it had been a mistake; a miscalculation on your part, which led to a mistake with even graver consequences than you had realised. you had slipped in the wet snow running from the enemies, allowing them to catch up with you. just enough for a clear shot.

the first few seconds after the initial gunshot felt broken, silent in the freezing air of the night. your breath was still ragged, desperate to flee, and your reflexes had been working perfectly fine. then came the second, and the third, and you knew something had gone very, very wrong. 

you let go of the artefact, and zipped away out of sight. 

ending up at a rooftop just near the park, you could hear the confused shouts and demands for the enemies to find you. but you knew, that while you were not safe up there, you were hidden. stumbling as you landed, you scrambled to feel just where you had been shot, and why the bullets weren’t deflected from your near-bulletproof suit. you cursed when you felt that they had been designed to mimic the density of arrows instead. 

“oh my god,” you hadn’t realised just how much blood was pouring out of you. you reached out for the wall beside you, but soon enough, standing proved to be too arduous of a task, as you crippled to your knees. your hands drawn back were doused in blood, and you finally felt just how piercing the wounds were, exposed to the cold.

you lay on your back. rolling over onto your back was all you could manage. the lightheadedness was coming quickly; you were so cold, everything hurt. you had tried pressing your hands against the wounds, but even more hot blood coated them while doing so. under the moonlight, the blood appeared thick and black, almost like molasses. 

the crippling fear that you were going to bleed out before anyone could find you began to set in. and through your short, panicked, breaths, you felt something slip out of your pocket. the blood had made the grip in your suit slippery enough to allow your phone to slip. 

there, the wallpaper of natasha and your son shone bright against the dark backdrop of the night. you shut your eyes, summoning the last of your strength to grip it and bring it closer to you. your fingers slipped as they pressed down on natasha’s number from muscle memory. your vision had gone blurry by the time you managed to press the phone against your ear. 

the tone rang once, twice, then, “hello?”

her voice was always sweet like honey. the thought of bleeding out before you could hear that voice for another day would have filled you with the rage of dying, but you had no energy for it any longer. you were so very, very tired. and so very, very cold. 

“hi, my love.”

natasha moved the phone to her other ear. you rarely called her during missions; you had always feared for her safety. there was the soft pitter patter of rain in the background of where you were. natasha didn’t know that in the rain, the water and blood was slowly filling up your lungs. 

“what’s wrong?” you hated how she knew there was something amiss. her voice already carried an air of concern.

you cleared your throat. “nothing. i just needed to hear your voice…how have you been?”

“it’s only been a week, baby. nothing much has changed since you left.” natasha would regret uttering those words just a few minutes later.

you smiled. “t-that’s good. how was our boy’s play? d-did he outshine the others, like i said?”

“he did, he was easily the best one there,” natasha cooed, her other hand ruffling your son’s hair as he played with his toys while waiting for natasha to complete mission reports in the compound. “he misses you so much.” 

“tell him–” the line crackled as the rain beat down harder on you, “–please tell him–that–that i miss him too.”

the troubled feeling in natasha’s gut only grew bigger. “i will. baby, is everything okay over there? is the mission…okay?”

you drew a ragged breath that natasha didn’t miss. “yeah, yeah of course. mission’s perfectly fine. like i said…i just wanted to hear your voice.”

there was a beat of silence, as natasha held her tongue and you hoped she wouldn’t detect the fading in your voice. it hurt to breathe by then. 

“nat?”

“yes?” she responded immediately. 

“i’m sorry, nat. for going on this mission. for going against your wishes. i’m sorry–” the line crackled, “–that i made you feel small, or your opinions unvalued. you know that…you know that your opinions always matter to me. and–” 

you had drawn up a cough, wet and bloody. “–and i’m sorry for all the times i never made you feel as loved as i should have. i’m sorry for not loving you enough, as you told me. i regret everything about that argument we had, you know. i love you so much, i don’t think i could fathom…the idea of losing you.”

“it’s alright, baby, it’s really alright,” natasha had moved from her office to the main comms room, paging for an emergency meeting, “i forgive you. and i said some nasty things i didn’t mean too. i hope you forgive me as well, and we can move past it, together. i love you too, you know.”

“yeah, i do,” your eyelids were drooping, “thank you.”

natasha could hear the footsteps of the others by then. “baby, are you sure everything is alright? should i call for help? where are you?”

“no, no,” you begged, “please, i’m alright. just stay on the line with me, please.”

“i’m not hanging up.”

you let out another bloodied cough. this time, it was hard to deny that natasha couldn’t hear it, because it had launched you into an even worse state, your suit beginning to grow heavy on your bones from the water and blood. there was no hope by then. 

“nat?”

“yes, sweetheart.”

“it’s just me and you here, right?” you looked up to the moon, wondering if it was the same one she was staring at right now.

natasha shut her eyes in pain, gripping the table before her. fury’s hand wrapped over hers, as the team gathered around her. they had already begun tracing your call, and the avengers were suiting up. “...just me and you.”

you were wincing between every word, “the drawer below where you keep your winter coats. our son’s christmas present…and yours. i–don’t think–i can make it home for christmas on time. will you help me break the news…to him? i’m sorry.”

natasha let the tears run freely then. they had found you. and she had seen just the state you were in. “baby, please. why are you–”

“–please?” natasha shook her head. this cannot be happening. “nat, please?”

“okay, okay,” she reluctantly agreed. whatever to keep you awake. “in exchange, can you…can you hold on for a little while longer? i’m coming, baby.”

you let out a soft exhale as you smiled. “i love you nat. i always have, and i always will.”

“i love you too. so please, can you–”

“–do me a favour, nat. don’t. don’t try. just please…please stop crying for me?”

she had wanted to scream. she had wanted to scream, to find you and shake you so hard that you would wake up and realise that you were killing her just by dying too, and that she had wanted to slap you so hard for even daring to ask her not to cry. but she also wanted to hold you, to hug you and kiss you, and have the opportunity of feeling your touch once more before she said goodbye. she didn’t want this to be the way it all ended. 

she didn’t know how she was going to survive without you. her blood was running cold and she was pacing back and forth in anxiety. the team didn’t dare interfere with how she was dealing with the impending loss of her wife.

your voice was drifting further and further away. you were dying. 

“i have to go now, nat. please forgive me. please forgive me. and please kiss our son goodnight before bed tonight for me. thank you for everything.”

the phone dropped, and natasha’s world stopped. her son would not only know that you weren’t coming home for christmas, but you weren’t coming home at all. and she would know that had she just convinced you a little better, loved you a little harder, you wouldn’t have gone on the mission. and she would still have you by her side for christmas. 

cold had been the body they found right outside yours and natasha's shared apartment. cold had been natasha’s heart the moment she saw you again, the life in your eyes gone and the guilt in her heart needling itself into grief. 

[gingiesworld]

We Are Bonded

Wanda Maximoff x Werewolf GN! Reader

Warnings: Fluff

AN: This is a one shot I am thinking of making a story for. Except it may be longer than my Nat x Werewolf reader fic. Please let me know if it is something you will want :)

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18+ MINORS DNI

It was no secret that Y/N had an attachment to the witch, although she had something with Vision, who disliked Y/N’s need to be near her. He would scowl everytime the two would cuddle, Wanda loved to run her fingers through their hair and even scratch behind their ear.

“It’s not right Wanda! This moronic claim they have on you is wrong!” He yelled as Wanda was preparing dinner, slamming the knife down as she turned to face him.

“There is nothing wrong with it!” She told him angrily. “Y/N and I are friends! And guess what? Friends cuddle all of the damn time!”

“Wanda.” Vision took a deep breath. “Y/N is a mongrel.”

“I’m a what?” Y/N questioned, hurt laced in their voice.

“Y/N.” Wanda tried as Y/N shook their head, walking away from the witch and Vision. Wanda glared at Vision before speaking. “We’re done.” She told him firmly.

“You can’t be serious?!” He yelled as she nodded, pursing her lips as she looked in his eyes.

“You have disrespected my closest friend.” She told him. “I can’t be with anyone who would hurt them.” Wanda turned away to look for Y/N.

“What about dinner?” He asked her as she turned back to him.

“You’re all knowing. I’m sure you can figure it out.” With that she left the room, wanting to find Y/N as she searched the compound, only coming up empty. She moved to search outside, where she bumped into Natasha.

“Are you ok?” She questioned the witch.

“Have you seen Y/N?” She asked her, ignoring her question.

“No, why?” She asked her, her brows furrowed in confusion.

“Vision and I got into an argument.” She started.

“About Y/N I presume.” She said as Wanda nodded.

“Then they overheard him call them a mongrel, then they left.” She told her.

“Ok, let’s find Y/N before I kill Vision.” Natasha told her.

“I’ve already searched inside the compound and they aren't there.” Wanda told her.

“Ok.” Nat nodded as she led Wanda towards the lab. “Tony, we need to search for Y/N.” She explained everything that Wanda had just told her, the two of them watching as he searched for them.

“They left at around 3pm.” He pointed at the screen showing them leaving. Moving onto another camera to see Y/N get tranquilized and put into the back of a waiting van.

“Do you think you can find them?” Wanda asked, worry laced in her voice.

“I can try to narrow it down to possible locations, but that was hours ago. It can take a while.” He told her.

“Just do it.” Nat told him. “I’ll tell the others we have a situation.”

As soon as everyone was notified of the situation, everyone started to make preparations and plans for when Tony has a location.

“Their ring.” Maria blurted out as everyone looked at her confused. “I gave them a ring, they always keep it on and it has a tracker.” She moved towards one of Tony’s computers as everyone watched as she typed away. “So they are now in Virginia.”

“It looks like an old abandoned factory.” Tony pointed to the screen. “So, I should be able to get the blueprints.” He mumbled as he typed away himself. Soon enough everyone was on the jet and going over a plan. “You are staying on the jet Vision.” Tony stated as they neared the location. “We can’t trust that you will make sure Y/N is safe.”

“You can’t be serious?!” He yelled as Wanda laughed.

“It appears that is your favourite sentence.” She mumbled as she moved to stand beside Nat.

“We’ll get them back.” She reassured the witch who just nodded, ready to rain fire if anyone had harmed a hair on Y/N’s head. Once the jet landed safely, everyone ran towards the base, taking down anyone who stood in their way. What they never expected to see was Y/N being tortured in their human form.

“Y/N!” Wanda yelled as she heard them yelp as a whip came down on their bare back. She used her powers to throw the agents as far away from them as possible. “Hey, it’s ok.” She cupped their tear stained face. “You’re safe now.”

“Wanda?” They whispered unsurely. “Are you really here?”

“Yes.” She told them. “Let’s get you home.” She helped them to their feet, with the help of Steve, they hobbled their way onto the jet. Wanda came straight to them with the first aid kit.

“Just give it a moment.” They whispered as Wanda tilted her head in confusion.

“They will heal in a moment.” Maria informed her. “They heal faster than Steve and Bruce, but not as fast as the werewolves heal on those TV shows.”

“Oh.” Wanda was shocked, her eyes watching as the wounds slowly healed before her eyes.

Once everyone was back at the tower safely, Wanda made sure to stay with Y/N, waiting as they showered. Sitting on their bed as she stole one of their hoodies.

“Hey.” Y/N greeted her as they left the bathroom. “What’s on your mind?” They asked as she looked at them confused.

“Since when are you a mind reader?” She teased as they dried their hair.

“I guess I can sense your emotions.” They told her nervously. “I feel when you are happy or sad, I can sense when you are angry or calm.” They threw the towel in the hamper. “I don’t understand this connection we have, I haven’t really come across another of my kind to even learn more of who I am.” They sat beside her on the bed. “But I know I am drawn to you, like we are bonded in some way.” Wanda took a deep breath before looking into their eyes.

“I feel that too.” Wanda admitted. “I just, it’s this feeling I just can’t shake.” Y/N watched her intently as she spoke. “I loved Vision, before you came along, I really did but.” She took a deep breath before continuing. “You have changed something in me, like I feel for you what I felt for him, and I don’t know what to do.”

“We don’t have to do anything.” They spoke softly. “Not if you don’t want to.”

“But I do.” She told them. “I am just not ready yet.”

“That’s ok.” They smiled as they wrapped their arms around her. “I will wait as long as I need to.”

[she-wolf09231982]

Joe Liebgott

“You Nervous?”

Summary: You thought your relationship with Liebgott was complicated…until it wasn’t and it led to an unexpected evening of overwhelming emotions and sexual tension.

A/N: One shot, Mature audience, JoeLoebgottx!FemMedic, WW2, Female Pronouns, Cursing/Swearing, Derogatory Slurs, Womanizing Comments, Military and Medical Terminology, Inappropriate Nicknames, HBO Band of Brothers References, Mentions/Descriptions of Injuries, Weaponry, Smoking. Angst/Conflict, Smut, FOREVER FLUFF

This piece was at the request of @awaterfalls ❤️ hope you like it Nat!

*These stories may not fall entirely in accordance with the TV series timeline. I do not know the real soldiers the actors portray in this series, so please understand I show no disrespect. Some or most of historical events and character interactions in my fanfics are fabricated purely for the sake of the enjoyment of fiction*

~~~~~~~

You weren’t the type to take being treated like a doormat. You were raised to find your place amongst others regardless of gender. You earned your respect because you did your job and you did it well, not because you were pretty and the guys wanted to bed you.

It was heavily frowned upon that women be on the front lines alongside men, but when nurses and medics started to get caught in the crossfire, they resorted to allowing females to do just about everything men did to fill the gaps. You had been assigned to Easy Company right after Toccoa, and most of them were less than receptive to say the least.

Eugene Roe was grateful to have an extra set of hands. Don Malarkey, Skip Muck, and George Luz were very taken with your sense of humor so they warmed up to you rather quickly. Joe Toye, Bill Guarnere, and Babe Roe took some time, but when you tackled Bill to avoid getting blown up by enemy artillery, their demeanor towards you made a complete 360.

Easy accepted you as one of their own…except for one: Joseph Liebgott. He was the most ornery son of a bitch you ever met. He always found a reason to trash talk you, or find fault in anything you did. All because you were a ‘broad,’ as he referred to you. The guys tried to defend you but his opinion never changed about you.

You learned to just avoid him unless he needed medical attention. He did alright not getting hurt up until you guys posted in Schoonderlogt, Holland in October 1944. He had been on patrol late one night and returned with an angry gash on the right side of his neck. One of the other patrolmen they brought back, Alley, had been hit by German gunfire and needed immediate attention.

They set Alley onto a table for when Doc got there

"Boyle, get Doc." Winters instructed then looked at Liebgott, "Where?"

"Crossroads." Liebgott replied. You notice he took a dressing and pressed it against his neck.

"Well, if it wasn't for your loud mouth-" he started to accuse Joe.

"-Hey, you know what? Back off!" Liebgott shot back as Roe pushed through the gaggle.

"Get the boots off, elevate...Lieb use the sulfur... Doc directed but noticed Joe’s neck.

“Lieb, go see Y/L/N and get that checked out.” Doc added.

“Yeah, no thanks, Doc, I’m good.” Liebgott said all too quickly with disdain.

“Joe, I wasn’t askin’ ya. It needs to be cleaned and dressed properly, it can get infected then you’ll have a bigger problem to deal with that will take you off the line. Go. I ain’t got enough hands to help ya.” Doc said sternly.

Liebgott released an irritable huff before pushing through the group to find where you were.

You had already grabbed gauze, dressings and sanitizing fluid when you heard Doc scold Joe about getting his neck looked at. He sat on a bale of straw waiting for you to tend to him. You spread out the supplies and examine his neck wound. You reach out to gently move his head to the left to get more light on it and he dodged your touch.

“What the fuck are you doin’?” He asked harshly.

“I was moving your head where I had more light on the wound. Why are you so squirrely?” You ask.

“Oh, I don’t know, because I just got shot at by a bunch of fuckin’ Krauts!” He replied sarcastically as he glared at you.

“Ok well then let’s get this fixed, shall we?” You returned with as much calmness in your voice as you could muster.

You press the cloth with the antiseptic onto his laceration and he pulled back upon feeling the sting.

“Ack! THAT HURT!” He barked.

“If you’d hold still, it wouldn’t hurt as much!!”You bit back.

You were over his childish behavior towards you.

“Just get it over with.” He grumbled, finally maintaining his composure.

You made your hands busy on his neck, wrapping the dressing like a scarf around his neck after you cleaned it. Thank goodness you didn’t need to stitch it, that would’ve been hell for both of you with his attitude.

“There. You’re good.”

“Fantastic.” He replied without a thank you.

He stood up and trudged off to join the rest of Easy for the return to Crossroads to reclaim the position. The patrol had been gone all night into the following morning, but they had eventually took victory. That evening, Winters allowed the men an evening of enjoyment at a local pub in the town to boost morale.

The men had worn their dress uniforms, each looking handsome and ready to mingle with the local women and vice versa. You hadn’t dressed up since graduating Toccoa and even then, you hadn’t been with Easy Company then, so this would be the first time they ever saw you in dress uniform,

“Hey! Get a load of this!” Toye called out to the guys when you breezed through the front door.

Liebgott standing at the bar looked over his shoulder upon feeling the cold air on the back of his neck. His jaw dropped when his eyes landed on you. He scanned your figure from head to toe.

Hair clean and perfumed pulled back into a neat fashionable bun and a face with fresh make-up and painted lips. And those gams (legs) emerging from the pencil skirt and heels and of course a clean white medic brassard displaying the Red Cross around the left bicep. You almost had the entire room at a complete standstill when you walked in.

“…Woah.” Joe whispered to himself, unaware that Talbert was near by.

“Not bad, eh, Lieb?” Tab teased.

He grimaced at Floyd and turned back to the bar to drink his beer.

The night was filled with laughter, darts, dancing, and liquor. Most of Easy had at least one dance around the room with you to favorites like Bing Crosby, Ella Fitzgerald, and The Andrew Sisters. You had just finished a dance with Toye sometime around midnight when a soldier from Dog Company had approached you.

“May I have this dance?” He asked politely with a slight bow.

Joe, standing with Buck, Luz, Babe, and Toye, watched with intensity from the dart boards.

“Maybe the next song.” You reply kindly, having just sat down for the first time in an hour.

“Come on, doll, ain’t no time like the present, right?” He insisted yanking you be the arm to the dance floor.

Liebgott’s clenched jaw and furrowed eye brows caught the attention of Toye.

“Hey, uh, you ok there, Lieb?”

Joe looked at Toye inquisitively.

“Yeah, why?”

“Well, you look a little…pissed.” Toye said plainly.

“Well, I ain’t.” Joe retorted.

He looked back at the dance floor to see where you were but was suddenly concerned he couldn’t find you right away. He saw the unknown soldier had taken you to the bar to get you a drink.

He handed you a pint and insisted you drink the whole thing.

“You said you could drink me under the table, so prove it!” He said.

“Fine, just this once.” You accepted.

You started to chug the pint, but when you started to lower the glass before it was empty, the soldier tilted the bottom up so you’d keep drinking. You finished and propped the glass open side down on the surface of the bar.

“Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go back to my-“ you started before the soldier grabbed your upper arm.

“Oh we ain’t done here, honey.” He declared.

You tried to pull yourself out of his grasp but he pulled you in by the waist to hold you close.

“Get your meat hooks off of me.” You warned through clenched teeth.

“Or what?” He mocked.

“Or you’ll have half of Easy raining down on you.”

You hear a gravelly voice behind the brute soldier. He turned and there stood Joe Liebgott squaring up to him. Behind him Toye, Malarkey, Guarnere, and Luz.

“Come on, guys, there’s enough ladies here to go around, why can’t I have a little fun with this one?”

“Because she don’t wanna have fun with you.” Joe shot back, “Let her go.”

The soldier released your arm, as Liebgott gently tugged you behind him by your wrist.

“Enjoy the rest of your evening.” Liebgott said to him as they all walked with you to the dart boards.

Suddenly you feel Joe’s hand on the small of your back, guiding you to a more secluded spot in the back of the pub.

“What the fuck is the matter with you??” He sneered at you, positioning you against the wall to talk to you.

“Excuse me?”

“You fuckin’ heard me. Why would you put yourself in a position like that? That guy could’ve walked out with you easily with as much as you drank tonight.” He lectured.

“How do you know how much I’ve been drinking? And what business is it of yours who I’m interacting with anyway?” You returned crossing your arms.

Joe took in a deep breath through his nose as his anger started to elevate in his chest.

“If I wasn’t watching out for you, you would’ve gotten yourself into some real shit.”

He leaned in placing a hand against the wall you leaned on. His face hovering centimeters from your own. You feel his breath on your face, and notice his pupils blown out from what you thought was hate and detestation for you.

His eyes undressed you from your red lips down to your fitted blouse then looked into your eyes. Your breathe started to hasten, causing your chest to heave.

“You nervous?” Joe questioned.

Your breathe caught in your throat.

“-no.” You breathed.

He moved closer to you, pinning you against the wall as your chests touched. Your arms relaxed to your sides as your nails dug into the brick behind you. You were, indeed, very nervous. And he knew it.

The scowl Joe had slowly curled into a mischievous grin.

“I think you are.” He whispered confidently as his hand cupped your cheek.

Your eyelashes fluttered, “Wh-what are you doing?” You managed to ask.

His thumb stroked your cheek, “Admiring the view.”

You released an exhale after holding your breath for almost 5 minutes.

“I thought you hated me?”

He brushed his nose against yours, “No. As a matter of fact, I always liked ya.”

“Then why-“

Before you could finish your sentence, he closed the gap between you, locking onto your lips like it was his dying wish.

You snake your arms carefully around his neck as he pulled you into him by your waist. You slack you jaw open to allow his tongue to run along your lips. You nip his bottom lip playfully causing his hips to thrust into you.

You yanked at his jacket, pulling him into you again to feel his hard on against you. He groaned into your mouth.

“What are you doin’ doll?” He asked with a devilish grin.

“I really don’t know but-“ you pull him in again, bringing his earlobe gently between your teeth then whisper, “we can’t stop now.”

“Let’s get outta here.” Joe suggested ushering you out the back door.

~~~~~~~

You snuck off to one of the abandoned homes down the street from where you were and barely got through the door before you were undoing his belt. You kicked of your shoes into darkness then made your way up a flight of stairs leaving pieces of your uniforms trailing the steps as you ascended.

When you were down to your slip and him down to his briefs, you scamper off to an open bedroom hoping he’d chase you…which he did. You kneeled on the bed waiting for him to come to you. He approached standing at the bedside.

You seductively crawled over to the edge of the bed and suckled a trail of kisses from his collar bone all the way down the waistband of his underwear. Joe inhaled deeply through is nostrils as he closed his eyes in ecstasy. You nip and licked at the sensitive area above his pubic line.

“Quit teasin’.” Joe purred.

“Or what?” You ask looking up at him through your lashes.

A joker like smile appeared across his face as he swiftly pushed you onto you back then crawled over you, caging you between his arms.

“You asked for it, sweeheart.” He proclaimed before locking onto your mouth again.

His hardened cock grinding into you, you wrap your legs around his waist to feel as much of his friction as possible. He pulls back and began pulling your slip over your head then sat back on his heels to remove his underwear.

He gaped at you laying in front of him. He ran his hand from your stomach up to one breast, groping it then repeating on the other. He hovered over you, enveloping one of your peaked nipples in his mouth. His tongue swirling over the tip while sucking had you writing beneath him. Sensing your pleasure he switched to the other, taking the tip between his teeth.

“Please, Lieb.” You beg.

“Joe.” He corrected.

You look at him.

“I want to hear you scream my name a hundred times before the end of the night.” He growled.

You beam at him, “Please, Joe.”

He palmed himself, pumping a few times before he lined himself up with your drenched opening. He glazed his tip with your wetness, groaning at the amount of saturation.

“I really did a number on you, didn’t I?” He goaded.

All you could do was smile coyly.

He pushed into you deliciously slow. You whimper, both of you feeling every bit of your tightness around him. He embraced you instinctively until he bottomed out. He pulled back gradually, then snapped his hips forward against you with a grunt.

“Jesus Christ, Y/F/N.”

“Please, Joe.” You implore quietly in his ear.

This triggers him as he begins spearing into you roughly. He sits up, propping your legs up where he can hold you around the thighs as he drives into, hitting that perfect spot so deep inside. You push against the headboard to steady yourself onto his dick, feeling that tightening feeling in your stomach as he chased your orgasm.

He watched your face expressions purposefully, feeding off how they changed as he switched up his pace.

“Joe…” you’d moan, spurring him on to go harder.

“Yeah, sweetheart, say it again.”

“My God, Joe…”

He brought his fingers to your clit, using your slick to vigorously rub the vulnerable bud as he continued to plunge in and out of you. He loved watching you get overstimulated as you try to paw at him to pull him back into kiss.

“Right there, Joe…keep goin’.” You lament.

“Yeah? Let it go, baby.” He leered as he railed into you at a heart stopping rate.

“Oh…my GOD, JOE!” You wailed as you dig your nails into his shoulders.

He kept his pace, making sure you ride out your high until the guttural noises that emitted from him as his hips started to stutter and his load coated your insides.

He remained on top of you and inside of you, holding you like a life line with sweat dripping from everywhere. Both of your breathing in sync, each of you trying to steady your heart rates.

After a moment, you decided to break the silence.

“That was…wow.”

Joe chuckled then rolled off of you as he positioned your head on his chest.

“Couldn’t have said it better myself, sweetheart.”

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[janesaridoll]

Birthday princess 

pairing || woc!reader x mob!ari levinson

genera || fluff.

summary || how’s Ari dealing with someone trying to disrespect his girl.

wordcount || 2,4K

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A vicious man who will go to any length to make his sweetheart smile.

Growing up, Ari enjoyed his mother's elaborate celebrations, where everything had to be extravagantly flawless—whether they were birthday parties, wedding anniversaries, or charity events. He thinks his mother did all that to compensate for her husband, his father’s harsh reality.

He especially gets excited whenever his birthday is nearing, he loved when he was ten and he loves it now, almost thirty seven years old.

Even though, it's different from when he was younger, he still enjoyed it. However, the idea of someone not celebrating their milestone were awful to him, So when he found out his precious girl never celebrated her birthday he was horrified.

He couldn’t fathom that someone not celebrating their birthday especially someone as sweet as his girl.

Your birthday was never acknowledged by your parents. Not even a happy birthday was said. Although, your siblings celebrated theirs, no one ever seemed to remember yours.

As you got older, you just forget about it. You knew you missed something, but there was nothing you could do to persuade your parents to celebrate your birthday because they always had some excuse not to.

At first, you resisted Ari's insistence on throwing you a birthday party. Therefore, Ari did not celebrate your first birthday together as he had intended while you two were together. But of course he did do something to celebrate.

He took you to an upscale restaurant, after both of you finished eating, he gave you your gift; an elegant pair of earrings. That was the first time anyone had ever given you anything. You were appreciative, till this day you never taken them off.

The following year, when your birthday approached, Ari broached the subject once more, you told him you didn't care and that what you both did last year was enough yet Ari didn't think so. He wants to give you the experience of celebrating your birthday properly.

After much persuasion, you agreed to the birthday party, Ari got his mother's party planner number in order for you to contact her to plan your birthday, he didn’t set a budget for it; just told you to do what your heart desired.

"I want everything to go as smoothly as possible, Steve, I don't want anything to go wrong," Ari says as he sips from his brownish liquor.

"Of course, I'll tell Peter to oversee everything," you'd assume from the way they're both talking seriously in their black suits that it had to be about business. No, it's Ari's princess 24th birthday celebration. Which, if you think about it, is more important.

Ethan, your bodyguard and friend, is racing with with staff members making sure everything is perfect for your birthday, including the lights, decorations, DJ, food and drinks.

“She even got Ethan to do all the work” steve mumbled to Ari who let out a chuckle “I can’t believe he’s the toughest one of our men” He sips the rest of his drink before smiling to himself “wait for me in the werehouse” Steve only nodded.

He went upstairs to the guest bedroom where you had your makeup artist and hairstylist stay because Ari doesn't like it when people are in his room.

He stared at you from the doorway, completely captivated; the expression of happiness in your eyes brought happiness to him as well; he can't believe someone could be so cruel as to not love or spoil you in the way you deserve.

"Can you leave us for a minute?" As soon as he said it, the room quieted down, and your best friend, Nat, who you met through Ari's friends, spoke up, "sure, we will be outside," she patted your shoulder. She had already dressed in a black silk dress, done her makeup beautifully with smokey eyes and her signature red lipstick that matches her hair, she looks stunning.

"You look pretty," he began, staring at you from the mirror “you do, too," you said, turning around to face him.

He takes a step closer to you, as soon as he is within reach, you wrap your hand around his neck, drawing him closer to you, tilting your heads up to lock your gaze on him smiling lovingly.

"Ethan needs a day off tomorrow," when you noticed that the party planner were demanding you gave her Ethan's phone number so she could organize everything with him rather than you, you just told them what you want the theme of your party.

He initially objected, after all, he is the toughest man. But he agreed simply because he likes you and he wants you to have the nicest and most memorable birthday celebration ever.

"Sure, anything you want." Even Ari is taking a day off tomorrow, he wants to spend it with you while business is calm nowadays.

"You spoil me a lot," you said, kissing his jaw. He smiled “that's the least I could do for you. honey"

"Thank you, I love you too much." You kissed him again. "I love you too."

"I’m leaving for a bit; I've got a business to take care of, and I’ll be back before the party starts."

"Why?" You pout. Is he going to skip your birthday? You know it was stupid. You shouldn’t have agreed. Maybe your parents is right; it is a waste of time.

"They need me there; it won’t take too long, maybe an hour max," he told you while curdling your face between his large hands and kissing your lips softly.

“You promise?” You smiled softly at him.

"Absolutely,I wouldn’t miss it for the world” he replied, you kissed him again.

“I’ll leave you now to finish, honey."

“Okay be careful”

“Always”

He left, and the girls returned to do their tasks. Wanda followed Nat into the room; it appears that your friends are already showing up, so you should finish quickly.

“Hey! Nat told me you invited Ema?” Wanda said as soon as she’s stepped beside you, “hello to you too” you turned to her smiling.

“Im sorry babe” she kissed your cheek before continuing “is it true?”

“Yes, i thought it would be rude to invite all of our friend group except her!”

Nat spoke looking at Wanda “told you”

“Yep, she’s tooooo nice” Wanda replied.

“I don’t know, Ari is inviting his friends and business partners, his mom and sisters are coming as well as their friends, so I think it would be crowded and she won’t be a bother!”

“I hope so” Nat said before looking at Wanda who was fixing her red dress, adjusting her breasts “what are you doing?”

“I’m gonna go see Ethan, wish me luck” Wanda and Ethan has been flirting a lot lately, you know they would end up together it was just a matter of time.

Everyone has arrived an hour and a half later, including your friends, Ari's friends, and family. Nat helped you dressing up in your pink gown, you wore your jewelry as well. Wanda is working as your personal photographer; she took many photos of you before you had to go downstairs so the party could begin.

When the DJ announced your entrance, everyone's eyes turned to you, yelling and clapping, while your eyes scanned the the place looking for Ari.

As soon as your gaze latched on him, you smiled brightly, relaxing for a while before getting down and everyone began to approach you, wishing you a happy birthday.

You were quite apprehensive because it was the first time you had ever been the center of attention at any form of event.

Nat gave you a microphone so you could thank everyone who came to celebrate with you, and you specifically thanked Ari, none of this would happened if it weren’t for him. You wished them a good evening.

After you handed the DJ the microphone, you felt like you were being crushed in a hug by someone, and when you looked down, you discovered it was Ari's younger sister, Amara.

“Happy Birthday!!!!!” She said screaming a bit. You laughed before hugging her back.

“Stop squeezing my girl to death” Ari teased his sister before greeting his mom and his older sister Sadie.

When Amara separated from you Sadie hugged you, as well as his mother.

"Happy birthday, sweetheart; i loved the party theme!"

"Thank you, Mrs. Levinson," you respectfully said. The elder woman scoffs at you, "sweetheart, we've been through this a lot! Please call me Freya; you make me feel old."

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'll start calling you Freya," you said hesitantly, knowing she had told you that several times but you always forgot. Your mother taught you to never address someone by their first name; instead, use Mr. or Mrs.

Sadie looked around “are we finally going to meet your family?”

Your communication with your family has diminished since you left for college; you text and call, but they don't reach out to you as frequently as you would want. It's what they've wanted ever since you were born. To forget all about you.

You gave them an invitation to your party, but they did not respond. And when you called they didn’t pick up, No surprise.

You didn’t tell Ari that, you didn’t want him to feel sorry for you. But he can see it in your face when his sister mentioned your family.

“Oh they’re busy, they couldn’t make it!” You hoped your excuse was believed and by the look they gave you they did.

After a small talk they left to join other people for dance and chatting.

Ari left you alone for a minute to talk with his friends while you drank and danced with your friends.

Hours later, it was time to cut the cake, two servants brought the cake to a table in front of you. Ari hand wrapped around your waist while your hand was on top of his, him and everyone else singing happy birthday for you.

"Make a wish!" Nat called for you, and everyone else joined her, you giggled before closing your eyes and making a wish.

After opening your eyes and blowing on the candle, everyone clapped and whistled for you.

"I want to show you something," Ari whispered in your ear. You turned around, looking into his eyes. "What?"

"Come with me," he said, taking your hand a bit further and directing you to the double massive doors, which opened immediately.

A Rolls-Royce Ghost in Champagne Rose pulled in, you could hear the stunned screams of the people surrounding you; you were as surprised as they were.

“Oh my god!!, you didn’t!!!” You looked between Ari and the car, Ethan stepped out of the car, passing the keys to Ari, who handed them to you.

“All yours baby” you jumped on him, hugging him firmly, thanking him constantly “I love you i love you i love you!!”

Nat and Wanda came close to you both “girl you have to take us for a ride!!”

“I can’t wait to show off my first car ever!!” You smiled big and jumped up and down while clapping.

Wanda smiled “let me take pictures of you with the car!” She took her phone out and you got beside the car posing while she took a couple of pictures of you.

You grabbed Ari hand wanting him in the pictures. He smiled before letting you posing him in whatever way you wanted.

If he could, he would have given you the entire world without asking, but for the time being, he will give you anything your heart desire.

Life has its own way of repaying you. While you spent the previous twenty-three years begging someone to spare you a glance, right now you could ask for anything and it wouldn’t be trouble to give.

From behind, an irritating loud noise was heard. "I told you that he is her sugar daddy!!" Everyone fell silent, wondering who it was.

Your smile faded slightly; you weren't a particularly confrontational person to begin with. People would walk all over you while you excused them. You were too kind and too afraid to ever react to anyone.

“Who said that?" Ari stated calmly yet furiously, everyone got quiet surprised at the person who is brave enough to insult Ari’s girl

Wanda and Nat exchanged knowing glances. Finally, Ema made a fool of herself in front of Ari.

They know Ari doesn't accept disrespect, especially to those who don't deserve it, and to disrespect his girl? Oh, she just dug up her grave.

“Ema did," Nat answered, unconcerned about your glares.

Ari doesn't want to ruin your first birthday celebration, but he can't let this individual get away with it.

When he observed a girl who appeared shaking with fear, everyone's gaze was drawn to her, he knew it was her, and he approached her moved in front of her eye sight, almost nothing can stand between them.

"There are two reasons for saying this; one is that you are jealous because no one has ever loved you enough to provide you with something you desired, or YOU don't deserve to be loved or cared for like i do with my girl, I believe the latter it is," he said as calm as he can be

He could hear Wanda and Nat laughing mockingly at her. Finally, someone standing up to this bitch.

“Get the fuck out of my house and don't ever think of disrespecting my girl; or the next time you won't have a tongue to talk with; are we clear?" She nodded so quickly

“Good," he said, motioning for two of his guards to accompany her out; Bucky pointed out for the DJ to play some music to keep the party going.

Wanda yelled “ oh my god i love this song”

Her and Nat went dancing on the dance floor, while everyone else seemed to have forgotten what had happened and continued to have fun.

"Are you alright, sweetheart?" Ari spoke to you in hushed tones.

"Yeah, I'm fine," you replied, smiling back. "Do you know this is the first time I've seen you in your mob mode?"

“Really??” Ari was taken aback, saying, "I hope I didn't scare you."

"You did not, thank you for standing up for me; I really thought inviting her to my party would make her nice to me," you said, "I didn't want to divide our group into two sides."

"Sometimes, honey, being nice to someone so low is not the solution; if they don't respect you, they have to go; it's either they do or they don't." His huge hands comforted you by moving circles behind your back.

You thought for a moment about what he said "Yeah, you're right"

You got closer to him, your lips almost touching, "do you want to take my new car for a ride?"

"I thought you'd never ask."

[singto-prachaya]

Ongoing saga of BL actors and singing

Yes I decided to make a post about this considering all the news going around for the last few days. Most prime example was Bright at the 4 Kingdom's concert.

I'm sure everyone at this point has seen a clip of his awful singing. There is no excuse for that. He has his own agency now so it's not like anyone is forcing him to sing. Not to mention that he had also forgotten parts of the lyrics to a song he was suppose to sing. This is a huge disrespect. This totally feels like a I'm using my privilege as a famous person to do what I want without putting any effort in it. While there are singers out there who can sing hoping to get famous someday. Like Daou Pittaya tried for years already before lazicon came around to become famous as a singer. But despite being an amazing singer already back then it didn't happen. He even sold his motorbike and computer back then to go and participate in a Chinese survival show. Which didn't end up happening because of covid.

Now yesterday Frank Thanatsaran who I follow posted about a new project coming. I clicked on the link in his insta story only to found out he's also planning on becoming a singer.

JEVEL MUSIC, a new era music label under the JOTI ENTERTAINMENT. Introducing the first artist of JEVEL MUSIC "FRANKT" or Frank Thanatsaran. Wait to follow Frank's first song soon.

Now since I follow him I have heard him sing live on livestreams and what even is he thinking? He also cannot sing to save his life. And here we are dealing with a free agent guy so again no company that forces their actors to sing.

Today this showed up. A cover from Namping, Nat, First, New, James, Por and TeeTee. And all I thought was:

WHO ASKED FOR THIS

4 out of the 7 DMD guys here can't sing (Only First, Por & New here can). But also since it's a Babymonster cover will they also dance? Because I don't need 2 offensive things. DMD has 3 dancers which is Aun, Por and Yim but we only got Por here.

And near the end of last month James announced he is forming a boyband with Noeul. Noeul had just released his first single which was a rap song and it was bad. The lyrics were also such a put off. Tryhard and cringy.

Group seems to consist out of 5 members. At first an IG account also mentioned TeeTee as part of this but that doesn't seem to be the case. The first guy not tagged is James Na. I have checked his IG and while he can dance his singing is so off key. On top of having a bad voice.

Listen! Becoming a good singer and or dancer takes years and lots of hard work. I used to be dancer on a high level but I didn't become that overnight and also not within a year. So if you do want to get into singing and or dancing get training first and work your butt off!

So who is all asking for this besides delusional fangirls who think their faves are amazing at everything?

I rather have singers getting into acting then actors getting into singing. And now I am sure besides me we aren't asking for Jeff, Daou or Son Ravisut's level of singing. If you are like Isbanky, Joong, Khaotung or Louis it's also good.

This madness needs to be stopped!

[zoeykallus]

Hello, I hope your doing ok! And I love your work with writing. Hopefully your in a good mental health right now cause I got a Agnst request!

So the reader and clone of your choice, have been together for a while and she or he introduces them to there parents. The parents don’t approve because they are clone racist! And would rather her or him be with someone nat born. How would clones react to that?

(Also if you wanna go for the headshot and really spice it up, the reader is pregnant. That gonna be a real messy one! P.s this is for when every you feel like it or get the time. I understand writing is just a hobby and some people can be rude. So when ever you get time or you just don’t wanna do it. That’s cool to. P.s.s I’m still support your blog weather my request gets answered or not. You’re awesome writer!)

Aloha!

Still breathing! Thanks for asking :)) Hope you are doing great!

Oh, that's an interesting idea, one I can actually imagine would be true for some people if it was reality... Let me try my take on this one. I hope you don't mind me leaving out the pregnant part, though, I'd like to focus on the 'racism' part itself.

The Bad Batch x Fem!Reader HCs - The Worth Of A Clone

Warnings: Angst/Tension/ uhm, Clonecism? (racism)

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Meeting your parents for the first time is excitement enough for your batcher, the whole thing takes a nasty turn when it turns out that your family doesn't have a good opinion of clones, especially when it comes to courting you.

AC:

Keep in mind that I am writing this from my point of view, how I would imagine the situation, and also how I might react. I cannot guess how others would react. Well, I could, but then I would have to have at least ten versions.

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Initial situation (For everyone but Echo): Your batcher and you are invited to dinner at your parents' house. Your parents finally want to meet the man in your life. When asked what your beloved does for a living, soldier for the republic army, the first reaction is restrained but quite sympathetic. When your father makes the joking, casual remark, "At least you're not one of those clones," disaster takes its course.

Hunter

He takes a breath, collects himself, he already feels that the truth will not make him any friends here, but he does not intend to lie.

"I am a clone, not exactly like the others, but I am created in the same way and do more or less the same job".

The looks he earns are at first puzzled and incredulous. Your parents scrutinize him.

Your mother says quietly to your father, "I didn't know there were different ones, he doesn't look like the others".

Your father frowns critically, it takes a while until he finally says something again.

"I can not tolerate this connection, and I certainly can not support it".

The words sound rough and harsh. He seems annoyed, as if you and Hunter had deliberately tried to deceive him.

"With all due respect, your daughter is an adult, we don't need your permission. We're here out of respect and decency."

"Decency," echoes your mother, "How can someone like you talk about decency, you're not even a real person."

Shocked and deeply disappointed, you want to retreat with Hunter. Your parents give you a choice, "Family or clone".

The decision is easy thanks to their disrespectful attitude.

"I'm going with Hunter"

Hunter feels touched, hurt and guilty at the same time. He is overjoyed that you stand by him, despite everything, but he feels guilty because you break with your family because of him.

Echo

From the start, your parents react very dismissively and Echo feels very insecure. He wants to be polite, because after all they are your parents, actually he had hoped to make a good impression. However, he realizes very quickly that clones are not very welcome here, and the fact that he is not even an 'intact' clone anymore makes things even worse.

"A clone, a broken clone, half a droid," your father growls to himself, not even having the decency to address Echo directly.

Your mother stands in the background, not giving Echo a second glance, a steep, stern crease between her brows. When she finally speaks, she sounds reproachful and disappointed.

"How can you do this to us, bringing this thing here?"

Echo says calmly, "I'm not a thing. A clone I am by all means, yes, but a human being nonetheless."

Your father points disparagingly at his prosthetics, "That one doesn't look human."

Echo sighs, he feels anger, but mostly a heavy disappointment and pain over this situation.

"Yes, I lost a few limbs fighting for the Republic. Other soldiers are decorated for that"

"Because they're real human beings," your father rumbles.

"Echo is a real human being!" you exclaim angrily.

It quickly becomes clear that the evening is over. You retreat. You are so sorry for the way things have gone, for the things Echo has had to listen to.

Sitting alone with you in your apartment, Echo says after a while of silence, "They're not wrong about one thing, you deserve better".

When you try to contradict him, he says, "Cyare, I know I'm a good soldier, I'm a real person, whether I'm a clone or half a droid. Still, you deserve better."

You hug him warmly, kiss him and say, "There is nothing and no one I love more, you are wonderful Echo, the best thing that has ever happened to me. What we both have, I will never give up, no matter what anyone else says".

Wrecker

At first, your parents are thrilled with the friendly giant. Especially your father seems pleased with your choice, "A soldier and what a soldier, look at this guy, I don't have to worry if my daughter is protected," he says enthusiastically and shakes Wrecker's hand with pleasure.

Wrecker smiles, very happy to have made a good first impression.

The mood shifts drastically, however, when it is revealed over the course of the evening that Wrecker is a clone soldier, obviously not a regular one, but a clone soldier nonetheless.

Your father sighs and says, "I'm sorry, but I can't condone that."

Wrecker asks in surprise, "Why not? Did I say something wrong? I assure you, I respect your daughter and love her very much."

"That's not the problem, it's more what you are" your mother says.

Wrecker looks at you questioningly, he can tell your heart is sinking right now, you already seem to know where this is going.

"I'm human," he says calmly.

"You're a clone, a copy of a human," your mother says somewhat snidely.

Wrecker blinks, then sighs. He's had this reaction before, only here, and now he didn't really expect it. Somehow he had hoped, or expected, that your family would think like you and be just as wonderful people.

After this evening, Wrecker is very unsettled, but he still behaves calmly. He is afraid that you will end the relationship. His pleased, relieved face when you make it clear to him that you will not be influenced by your parents' opinion is priceless.

He pulls you into his arms and cuddles tenderly with you all evening, incredibly happy that he can be so close to you.

Tech

"That would explain why he talks so pompously, like a droid. He's not a real person at all."

Tech raises his eyebrows in shock. He's used to hostility towards his heritage, but he didn't expect this, sitting at a table with you and your parents.

"Mother!" you exclaim, startled and annoyed.

"It's true, isn't it?" your father says, making a throwaway hand gesture.

Your gaze bounces back and forth between Tech and your parents. You feel ashamed of their behavior and the expression on Tech's face pains you, he looks genuinely surprised and hurt.

Tech clears his throat and says, "I guess I should go, I'm obviously not welcome here."

"We agree on that," your father says.

Tech swallows the comment that's on the tip of his tongue and stands up, still politely indicating a bow as he departs. You grab your jacket and hurriedly follow him, against your parents' calls for you to stay.

Tech looks at you in surprise as you catch up to him and reach for his hand.

"Mesh'la?"

"You didn't think I was just going to let you walk away from me because my parents had a stick up their ass, did you?"

He blinks, then smiles gently.

"I'm honored, my dear, but I don't want you to fight with your family because of me."

You stand on the tips of your toes, and he leans toward you. Gently kissing his cheek, you say, "My beloved, I don't care what they think. Admittedly, I would have been very happy if they had accepted you, but the fact that they don't, doesn't change my feelings for you. I won't turn my back on you".

Crosshair

"At least you're not one of those clones"

Crosshair's gaze moves from your father to you and back again, slowly, with what you realize is a suppressed sigh.

"Well, I'm no ordinary clone, a special version if you will, but a clone nonetheless".

"Can you clones feel anything at all. Can you even love?", asks your mother.

Crosshair says dryly, "I can only speak for myself. Theoretically we are all capable of emotion, I just like it in small doses, however with your daughter I make an exception"

Your parents are not very enthusiastic, neither about him as a clone nor about his dry humor. Crosshair faces a well-known hostility.

The mood is tense, but Crosshair is not the sort to put up with this nonsense. He stands up and says sharply, "The clones are the reason we can sit here at dinner tonight and not be under Separatist rule. But keep being condescending and ignorant, that seems to have gotten you a long way in life."

You also hastily get up, leaving your perplexed parents in the dining room. You follow Crosshair out, hastily quickening your steps to keep up with the strides of his long legs.

"Wait, Crosshair, don't run like that."

He stops, turns around and raises his brows.

"I'm not running, your legs are just too short" he says teasingly, finally smiling at you.

"I'm sorry-"

He raises his hand to interrupt you.

"It's okay, I'm used to this kind of behavior. I was hoping your family would be different, but I'm not exactly shocked that they're not."

He strokes your cheek and says, "It's okay, I don't blame you."

"I don't care what they say or want, I still want to be with you."

He smirks and says, "Of course you do, Kitten"

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[there-must-be-a-lock]

let’s get together (before we get much older) [Director’s Cut!]

Clint Barton/Jason Todd/Roy Harper (can be read as platonic I guess?)

1996 words, rated T

Inspired by the Wasteland in Deadpool & Wolverine. Wrote the original for the @dc-marvel-crossovers Guess The Author event, but I am a wordy bitch and had to work so hard to get it under the word limit. So I saved all those extra words, and here they are!

He signs along as he speaks, staring rhapsodically at Clint: “I cannot believe that you’re stuck here while the main continuity gets Renner. Of all the options!”

Lian cups a hand around her mouth and stage-whispers into Clint’s ear, “What’s he talking about, dad?”

“No idea. Wait, how are you sticky again already?”

“Seriously, no disrespect to the acting, but the material? The writers gave him as much personality as a damn potato.”

Before Clint can even begin to parse that, Little Jay mutters, “Your face looks like a potato.”

“Rude, but not inaccurate,” Wade concedes, and sits down at the table. He reaches out to help himself to the last piece of toast, until Natasha skewers his outstretched hand with a knife, and he squawks.

“No knives at the table, Nat, c’mon,” Roy sighs. “Well. No people knives at least.”

Natasha pulls it loose and holds it up with a wide-eyed innocent look that fools exactly nobody, demonstrating that it is, in fact, a butter knife.

“I like this one,” Logan says.

“That’s not fucking sanitary, Jesus fucking Christ, you’re all heathens,” Big Jason says, snagging it from her hand. “Tim, no science before breakfast, c’mon.”

[bubblessunshinehoney]

Roommates (stucky AU) pt2

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A/N: part 2 is here guyssss! I hope you will enjoy it as much as the first one! It's always some mind gymnastic to write a threesome. but it's also so much fun.

Enjoy,

Cloudy

TW: angst, past trauma with a bad misogyn ex. smut, fluffy cute one. Protected sex (p in v), fingering, blowjob, threesome. Love...lots of it. steve and bucky (biggest warning)

Don't be shy, reblog, comment, like!

magnificient moodboard by the amazing @christywantspizza

divider by the talentuous: @firefly-graphics

not beta read, english is not my first language. all mistakes are my own.

Part 1 | Part 2 | part 3

Three weeks later, and you all navigate into the new “us”. You just kiss and sometimes make out, nothing more. You stroked their dicks, but they never succeed on touching you more that above your clothes. The trauma being too fresh in your mind. You feel bad. You can feel that they’re holding back. You’ve told them they could have sex together when you weren’t home, but they said no. They want to do it with you. The three of you or nothing.

“I don’t know how to get over it, Nat”, you sniffle onto her shoulder.

“Talk to them, angel. They’re clearly waiting for you to tell them everything so they can help you.” You can only nod.

You come home after your afternoon with Nat, and you enter the appartement with some romantic music and candles lighting everywhere. You look around and they’re waiting for you at the dinner table.

“We thought of doing a little romantic dinner.”, declares Bucky and even in the dim light you can see him blush and you smile softly at him.

“That’s a brilliant idea, I love it…”, you smile sheepishly, almost telling them that you love them, and they come closer to hug you.

“How are you, sweetheart?”, asks Steve kissing your head.

You sigh and nuzzle between them, needing to feel their warmth and breath them in to calm your nerves.

“We need to talk”, you whisper. You feel Bucky tense and you hold him tighter. “We are good, the three of us. It’s about…me…of my…of me and Rumlow.”

Steve nods and kisses your head again. You lead them to the couch, and you let everything out.

You tell them how rude, disrespectful, and awful he was with you. You explain how he never listened to you, always pushing you, forcing you to have sex sometimes, and that you were too afraid to walk away, until Nat helped you and you stopped seeing him.

Bucky is clenching his fists beside you, while Steve strokes your thigh, nodding and looking at you when you speak.

Steve smiles at you when you’re done speaking, Bucky holds you close to him, and they say together “thank you for telling us, love.” You relax against Bucky and holds Steve’s hands. You stay in a comfortable silence, then Bucky shifts slightly behind you.

“That’s why you can’t go further with us?”, you nod, a little bit ashamed. They seem to agree on something because Steve nods after he looked at Bucky.

“What if we give you total control, sweetheart? Would you feel less anxious?”. You look at them both, seeing only trust and love in their eyes.

“Really?”

Bucky kisses your cheek. “Yes, we want you to feel good with us, to feel free. And we know to have sex with one person can be already overwhelming so with 2? Mama Mia”, he chuckles. You smile and nods.

“I like that, I mean…not being dominant, but to have control. To know I have it.”

“You will always have it, sweetheart. If we start and you want to stop, you can say so. If we are in the middle of it, that you already cum and you want to stop, we can stop.”

“Oh my god, the last one is mean, Steve. I help you finish first and then we stop.” They chuckle.

“Most important doll, it’s to communicate, okay?” adds Bucky. You nod and turns your head to kiss him. He groans and kisses you back harder. “And now, I want to communicate you, that I’m so in love with you and that I want you so bad, but we can take all the time you need.”

You gasp… he’s in love with you?

Steve takes hold of your chin and kisses you softly, tenderly. “I’m so in love with you too, sweetheart.”

You gasp again… he’s in love with you?

They’re in love with you?

“You love each other?”, it’s the only thing your brain can think of. They laugh softly.

“We do, baby”, they reply together.

“I’m in love with both of you too”, you murmur.

It may seem quick. That you’re going too fast, but one thing you’ve learn about love is that there’s no timeline, no right way to do it, you just need to feel it. You bring Steve against you, letting him kiss bucky, you look at them from under and you smile. You love to be engulfed between them. You loved to feel their chest rumble with desire, feel their lust growing, their warmth becoming even stronger.

Bucky holds you close, Steve too, you can’t move, and you don’t want too. You feel safe, understood, listen. And you feel slightly stupid to have taken so much time to tell them everything.

“Don’t”, murmurs Bucky. You look up. “I know what you’re thinking about, you told us when you were ready, we don’t rush this kind of things. I’m happy”. He looks at Steve. “We are happy you told us now, and we love you.”

You smile and kiss him softly, too softly apparently, because he holds the back of your head and kisses you harder, deepening the kiss. You pant when he lets you go. Steve is smirking and you blush.

“You’re so pretty, sweetheart.”, he says kissing you tenderly.

Two weeks later, you’re all watching a movie, you tend to watch it, but you can’t focus. The simple touch of their fingers or hands on your body make you shiver with desire. They seem to not realise it…but they do. They’re just waiting for you to say something, to ask them, to tell them what you want.

“Guys”, you sigh. They look at you, brow up and little smiles on their lips. “Can we go to a room and make out?”, you ask with a blush. Bucky is quick to hoist you onto his shoulder, while Steve chuckles and turns off the tv and the lights in the living room.

“Thought you would never ask, doll!”, growls Bucky. You gasp when he slaps your ass. You lift your head to see Steve close and he strokes your face.

“We’re gonna take care of you, sweetheart.” His voice is deep, deeper than usual and you clench around nothing.

Bucky puts you gently on the bed and hovers you, lust written on his face and in his eyes, you moan at that, and you put your hands on your mouth. How can he make you moan without touching you.

Steve chuckles and lays beside you, his hand on your thigh and you open your leg, letting bucky settles better between them. This time your moan is louder. He’s hard as a rock. “See, doll? I’m ready for you.” You turn your head to look Steve up and down and…fucking hell the bulge in his pants is ready to burst.

“Yeah, see what you do to me too, sweetheart?”

From there, your brain can think of one thing, have them naked and all for you. You kiss Bucky hard, tugging at his shirt, his pants, he’s quick to comply being the first naked and you push him to lay on the bed, stroking his body, kissing him all over. Then you turn to Steve and proceed to do the same. Soon they’re both naked in front of you and you have one hand on each of their thigh. You smile and stroke their leg. They’re groaning, letting you have your way. You’re in total control.

“Can I touch you, sweets?”. They nod eagerly, dreaming to have your hands around them, they’re holding their pinkies. You wrap your hands around their cock, and they moan. Fuck that’s beautiful.

Bucky looks at you, licking his lips. “Too many clothes, doll. Want to see you too…ple-ase?”, he moans.

 You nod and let go of their cock, they groan at the loss of touch, but soon they’re biting their lips, holding their pinkies tighter, because you are taking off your clothes. When you are as bare as them, you start to make yourself smaller, but they have none of that. They sit up and kiss every part they can put their mouth on, and you relax. Their kisses are sweet, caring, loving, hot. They work in tandem, making you feel so much at the same time. The roughness of Bucky’s beard, the smoothness of Steve lips. They add their hands, you shiver of pleasure, they lay you between them, their warmth is surrounding you. And you feel safe, you know that they are watching every reaction of yours to make sure you’re okay. You told them that sometimes you can’t find your voice when you have sex. So instead of a safeword, you agreed on a touch. If you pinch them both twice, it means “we need to stop”.

They continue to kiss you, to explore your body with their mouth and fingers. Then it hits you, how it’s going to work? Like you’re three in this, you never had two cocks inside you and... Steve is kissing you deeply.

“Don’t overthink now, let’s see what we want, okay?”. You can’t stop the giggle. How can he read your mind always amazed you. “And I have an idea…if you want my opinion on how we can all enjoy it.” You nod, blushing. “Well, I know that Bucky is dying to be in your pussy, like dying to feel you”, Bucky growls onto your neck, agreeing. “And I would love to know what that mouth can do”, he smiles and kisses you softly.

“That sounds perfect, Stevie.”, you whisper, you feel Bucky throbs and you can’t repress your moan. “Just need some preparation, because you’re both big…like bigger bigger.” They chuckle and their hands are on you again. You don’t know whose fingers are stroking your inside and which ones are rubbing your clit. You can only differ which mouth is sucking on your nipple, and which one is sucking on your neck.

You gasp when you feel yourself cumming, you hold on to their neck and arch your back, moaning loudly, they growl feeling you gush on their fingers and they kiss each other hard above you, making you moan more and clench around…Steve fingers by the way he’s groaning. You’re panting, feeling more relax you’ve ever been. They smile at you, and you hear the sound of a package opening, then you admire Bucky rolling the condom on his cock.

“Which position you want doll?”, he asks you softly, making you shiver.

“Missionary?”, you look at Steve, “we can try to change how we are so I can turn my head and blow you?”. He smiles and nods.

“Let see how we can do that.”

After a few minutes you find the perfect position for everyone to enjoy it. Steve stay beside you for now and he looks at Bucky, then back at you and he smiles widely. Then Bucky kisses you and rubs his cock up and down your slit and you arch your back. When he finally starts to push in, you clasp your hands on his shoulders and you look deep into his baby blue eyes, he bottoms out gently, you can feel every ridge of him, and you moan when your pelvis touches his. He waits for you to tell him, he can move and when you give him the greenlight, he starts to thrust and…you never felt like this in your life.

His movements are perfect, he hits every spots that make your toes tingle, and the roll of his hips when he’s balls deep, its incredible and you can’t describe it.

“Fuck, this pussy was made for me”, groans Bucky, kissing down your neck and up your jaw. You turn your head to give him more space and you are eye to eye with Steve’s dick…and it’s as impressive as the one that’s inside you. You moan and lean in to take the tip in your mouth. Steve hisses and strokes your face.

“Fuck, you’re amazing, Sweetheart”.

After that, the only noise is the tree of you panting, moaning, groaning. The squelching sound of bucky thrusting and your soft gags when Steve thrusts into your mouth.

Steve passes his hand between Bucky and you, and he finds your clit again, rubbing it gently. Bucky moans deeply. “Fuck, she’s clenching harder Steve, don’t stop.” The blond smirks and goes a bit harder, wishing to see you and Buck cum undone.

You cross eyed and then they roll back. You moan around Steve, feeling your orgasm building. The knot in your lower tummy tightens, then snap and you cum hard. Bucky loses his pace and bites your shoulder, cumming too. Your mouth hangs open, you’re panting and your walls flutter around Bucky’s cock. The brown pants against your skin and pampers kisses on it.

“Fuck, doll, you did so well. My good girl, you were amazing.”. The praise makes you clench more and Bucky chuckles. “Does my good doll have a praise kink?”.

“maybe”, you whisper.

Steve laughs softly and clears his throat. “You won’t leave me out, don’t you, my beloveds?”. Bucky rests on his elbows and looks at Steve’s cock, red and shining with your spit and his precum.

“Nah, we won’t do that, right doll?”. You shake your head, still a bit floating after your orgasm. Bucky pulls out and you whine a little. “Soon, I’ll be back inside you, doll, and you’ll cum more than once.”

You roll on your stomach and kiss Steve’s hip. Bucky follows what you’re doing and soon, you work in tandem, making Steve crazy. He’s panting and holding the back of your heads. You go suck on his balls, while bucky sucks on his head. You join in the middle of his shaft and change roles. You finally meet at his tip and make out together. Then Bucky winks at you and make you suck on one of his fingers, that disappear under Steve’s balls and the blond moans loudly, when Bucky rubs his tight hole. Your eyes go wide when you realise what the brown is doing, and you smirk.

Soon enough, Steve is a moaning mess and squirming under your ministrations. “Where do you wanna cum, Stevie”, growls Bucky.

“Your mouth, Buck.” You squeak and they both look at you with a tender smile. “You’re gonna love it, sweetheart. Buck…is incredible”. The concerned one laughs and kisses you.

“Lay back and admire, doll face.” You go snuggle Steve’s side, realising how tired you are.

Then Bucky makes a show for the both of you, he’s deepthroating Steve, sucking his balls, fucking his pucker hole with his tongue and fingers.  The blond holds onto your side and moans, arching his back, whispering Bucky’s name and then he hiccups.

“Gonna cum!”, at that Bucky deepthroats him and Steve loose it, cumming inside his mouth with a deep groan and you can only look and admire it. Admire them.

Bucky pulls of and licks his lip. “Wanna taste, doll?”. You nod and sit up to get to him and you kiss him passionately, deeply, making him moan and holds you close. He brings you back onto Steve side and he kisses him tenderly, the blond is like jelly and can’t really kiss him back. You kiss his neck and nip at it; he squeezes your hip and moans softly.

You all snuggle, drawing patterns on Steve’s chest and fiddling with Buck’s fingers. After a few minutes, Bucky is the first to speak.

“How do you feel, doll?”. You smile.

“I’m great. More than that.” Bucky strokes your cheek, while Steve strokes your side. “And you, guys?”

“Amazing”, they sing together.

“No unwelcomed feelings, sweetheart?”, worries Steve.

“Not at all, not all. I felt safe from beginning to end, and so good. You both made me feel like a goddess”.

“That’s because you are”, huffs playfully Bucky.

“I love you guys, so much.”

“I love you too”, they almost say in sync, making you laugh softly. Steve hugs you both tightly and kisses the top of your heads.

One thing is absolutely crystal clear, you never want to leave that appartement anytime soon. You are in love with your roommates, and they’re in love with you too.

part3

[findyourlovely]

Thoughts on Ep 1.02:

I really appreciate the way color grading is used to show us Michonne’s perspective. Her world is duller than I remember in the original series but theres still warmth, like things could eventually be okay. Ricks time inside the Crm has been so cold, but Michonne’s world still feels infused with life even surrounded by the dead

It’s so good that we saw the reunion in the first episode, because I would have been a wreck watching her fall off that horse if I didn’t already know she was fine

Nat meeting Michonne and falling in love with her instantly is so real, he is all of us

Do we think this chlorine helicopter is the same one Rick watched fly out of base?

The guilt I would feel, knowing all these people died trying to help me. And then to have to put them down?? This lady is stronger than me because I would have gone right home, sure would. But no, she went on to Bridgers terminal and sifted through piles and piles of burnt bodies looking for any sign of Rick. Just painful

Rick is so beautiful. Just a beautiful man

I’ll never get over the way Rick kicks that soldiers head like it’s recess. Nats out here trying to have a meaningful death and I’m laughing at Rick playing kickball in the back. Disrespectful

Her smile when he pulls her into that warehouseeeeeee, my good sis is so pleased! We love to see it. You did it Michy, you found your man and then he found you! And then that kiss? Y’all are never ever getting over each other

Idk I just don’t like people raising guns on my girl. I know Rick would literally never but I still just hate that visual. Even in the governor days, it took me a long minute to forgive Rick because he kept putting his damn pistol in her face, cut that shit out

The guilt on Ricks face when he has to tell her he knows what the Crm is doing outside the walls. Michonne isn’t judging him but it’s clear he judges himself for being aligned with them, even if it’s not really his choice. He broke for a good part of s7 under Negan, and it was her influence that woke him out of it. You can see her mentally calculating how much work she’s gonna have to do to help Rick out of this one. What kind of place is this that could capture the famous Rick Grimes, take his hand and make him so afraid

I can’t wait to watch her burn it all down.

[snapdragonsimming]

(From Alma’s Prayer Journal)

Lord, I am surrendering all my worries and sorrows to You. As my mother would say, it’s been “challenging season of life.” Actually, it feels as though my whole life has been one long, challenging season.

Every day it feels like Mom and Dad find something new to criticize. Today it was that my hair “wasn’t presentable.” Yesterday I didn’t have a joyful spirit. During coffee + cake hour after church last Sunday, Dad thought I wasn’t being friendly enough with the young men around my age, and that my “sour attitude” would prevent me from marrying and fulfilling Your wishes. The Sunday before, he thought I was being too friendly and worried that someone might think he had raised me to disrespect my body and give away pieces of my heart. And on, and on. I don’t think I can take this anymore! Althea’s perfect, Rina’s perfect, Nat’s perfect, everyone’s perfect but me. Nat’s never rude- only Mom, Dad, and Danny are- but she doesn’t stick up for me either. She’s my twin; we’re supposed to have a special bond, but instead there’s nothing.

Right now I am holding onto Your promise as my lifeline - Prov 3:5-6, “Trust in the LORD with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make your paths straight.” I can already see the way You are paving my path in the ways You work through Eric- praise be for that man!

[katyaromanoffpetrova]

Angst thoughts for ur inspiration.

Maya has big feelings yk and I think losing lyn is too much for her to keep inside and it will affect her moms so much. Just her being more rebellious and having more attitude will really affect the murderwives.

Nat will just doubt whether she’s a good mom. Maya acting up will make her think she’s done something wrong

Kat will get angry. Because nobody in the whole damn universe gets to upset her wive, that includes their kid. She loves Maya obviously but there’s a limit. They put up with her behaviour for a bit because she’s dealing with stuff obviously but Kat ends up snapping when Maya doesn’t seem to care at all. She’s not even upset about how Maya talks to her, Kat’s mental issues convinced her that she deserves all of it. She’s upset that Maya is making Nat upset and when it all gets too much she yells at her. She tells her about how Nat feels and she makes sure Maya feels guilty for what she’s done.

Nat will just be trying so hard not to spiral in all her doubts

If Maya ever gets that bad, I think they'll both struggle with it like you say. They're not sure what to do because obviously Maya isn't feeling well but they already talked that part out and she still doesn't stop it. So there's nothing left to do but wait until it passes and tell her off in the meantime.

But how do they tell her off without sounding like their own teachers when they were younger? It's a battle to find that balance. But it's hard not to get angry when she is being disrespectful towards one of them.

It's tricky for sure

[bowl-of-shortness]

The Crux (pt. 1)

While exploring a burnt forest, Pandora, Noah, Ambrose, and Constance find themselves face to face with three individuals.

Swipe!

A loud slice was heard throughout the forest as Ambrose cut the smaller branches off of the burnt trees. Constance and Noah were searching diligently for any enemies that may appear, while Pandora uncomfortably walked in silence.

“Pandora.” Ambrose speaks.

“Hm?”

“What is it?”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re uncomfortable about something, what is it?”

“A-ah…”

She looks around at what she could only assume was a once thriving forest.

“Is it really a good idea to be cutting down those branches? It feels disrespectful…”

“They’re already dead.”

“I know but need we disrespect them any more than they already have been? It could upset someone.”

“Nobody is here Pan.”

She pinches the bridge of her nose, “You don’t know that. The forest spirits and dwellers are probably displaced among the ashes at the moment, I’d like to not ruin their home further than all that has already happened.”

Ambrose sighs in irritation, “Fine. If it makes you happy, I’ll stop.” Just as he desummons his swords, an arrow comes flying towards his head. He manages to grab it before it pierces his skull.

The four draw their weapons, preparing for the worst, when three people walk out from behind the burnt trees. They look scared and uncomfortable, one looks down right angry, and is presumably the one who shot the arrow judging by the longbow in his hand.

Pandora sighs, “What did I say? I knew we were going to make someone mad by doing that.”

“Who are you?” The young man with the longbow demands.

“Hm… I’m Pandora, these three are Ambrose, Constance, and Noah.”

A short young man peeks out from behind the taller, first one, “You… you guys don’t look like you’re from here.”

“Ah, we aren’t.”

“So then what do you guys want?”

“Hm? We… don’t want anything?”

“Usually whenever someone comes into the forest it’s because they want something.”

“Is that how…” She looks at the trees.

Tears prick the shorter boy’s eyes as his presumably sister hugs him. She stares with distrust at them,

“Yeah. It is. And we’ve got nowhere to go now.”

Pandora’s expression sorrows, the other three seem disinterested. She thinks for a moment before deciding on an option.

“You guys could travel with us? See if you’re able to find another place to settle down for the time being while the forest regrows?”

“Pan—“ Noah begins to protest, she quickly shoots him a look and he stops speaking.

She turns back and smiles gently, “It’s up to you guys.”

The three siblings look between each other before looking back, the taller boy comments,

“What other choice do we have?”

“Ah… well then, I’ll make this clear. You guys don’t have to like us, you can simply just travel with us and decide on a place you want to stay.”

“Thanks.”

“Not a problem.”

“What’re your names?”

The shorter one pipes up, “R-right! I’m Nico.”

The taller one puts away his bow, “Nathaniel Woodwhisper, you can just call me Nathan”

“And I’m Natasha Woodwhisper, Nat or Tash works fine.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you all.”

With that, the group of now seven head off out of the burnt forest, Pandora smiles to herself, maybe this is the start of something.

[golnarghorbani]

My thoughts on 3x03

I'm gonna be honest I skipped through 70% of the scenes in this episode because I was that bored but here we go with the non-Dani and Gigi stuff first

Alice dating an equally quirky version of herself makes sense, good for them

That man better stay away from Angie, I don't care that it's college, it's still too much of an Aria/Ezra dynamic for me

Shane and Kehlani hooking up I'm shocked 🙄

Speaking of Kehlani, I am a life-long stan like you have no idea, but the acting is not great and it makes an already insufferable storyline that much more dull

Moving on to Dani and Gigi (and Nat 😤)

The whole 'Oh no, I tripped and our lips accidentally touched' fuck offfff with that bullshit

Gigi inviting Nat over and NOT telling Dani???? What have they done with the real Gigi Ghorbani and who the fuck is this

The NERVE Nat had to ask Dani to go fetch her champagne, Dani's better than me I would have straight up ignored her. I 100% condone the pettiness of not giving her a glass

And the oranges, you have two legs!!! Walk them over to Alice yourself

The absolute disrespect of Nat and Gigi to be getting all flirty and deep and touchy feely with each other in this very public space where they know Dani could see them at any moment. Like I'm so upset on her behalf she doesn't deserve this

Glad Dani confronted the situation straight away and knew her worth. Gigi clearly will never be over Nat, Dani did the right thing by calling it quits

Throwing the oranges was a little childish even for me but I'll let it slide

Credit where credit is due, Sophie pulled through to make sure Dani felt supported after all that and I'm glad she's not alone

I guess if Dani has called a truce with Finley I'm gonna have to ease up on her a bit too

But I think we can retire the pissing in the hallway joke now, it's had a good run

Overall, screw the writers for the character assassination of Golnar Ghorbani and for fucking up their most successful relationship of the reboot. This show is ass

[mightyflamethrower]

MrBeast’s Philanthropic Effort Draws Unexpected Backlash for Constructing 100 Wells in Africa to Supply Clean Water Because He is “White” (VIDEO)

The best thing that could happen to Africa is for them to be recolonized.

The well-known philanthropist and YouTube giant, MrBeast, has encountered a wave of criticism after his latest project in Africa.

Jimmy Donaldson, popularly known as MrBeast, faces a fresh wave of scrutiny following the release of his new video showcasing the funding and construction of 100 wells across various African nations. The digital philanthropist anticipated backlash, stating he expects to “get canceled” for his charitable actions, which have historically drawn fire.

MrBeast, who has previously faced labels such as “white savior” and been called “demonic” for his humanitarian content, has now been accused of overshadowing the efforts of local governments and international organizations. His initiative, stretching across Cameroon, Kenya, Somalia, Uganda, and Zimbabwe, will provide clean drinking water to approximately 500,000 people.

The wells were constructed in villages and schools across Africa and were created using giant drills to access pure water sources underground.

In addition to the wells, MrBeast’s video features donations of educational supplies to Kenyan schools and the construction of a bridge to facilitate community access to medical facilities and educational institutions.

Even Costco Is Now Selling Gold Bars – But How Do You Buy Gold if Your Money Is Wrapped up in a Retirement Account?

Despite the tangible benefits of these projects, the social media star has been met with mixed reactions.

“I already know I’m gonna get canceled because I uploaded a video helping people, and to be 100% clear, I don’t care. I’m always going to use my channel to help people and try to inspire my audience to do the same,” the social media star wrote.

Taylor Lorenz, a far-left reporter, addressed the concept of monetizing kindness, suggesting that the YouTube star’s approach could be perceived as exploitative.

“No one is “cancelling” you for “helping people”, you’ve received extremely light criticism in the past for the way you’ve monetized “kindness” content that some vulnerable people found to be exploitative,” said Lorenz.

“Encouraging young people to exploit vulnerable communities for content which they can then profit off of enormously, is the issue,” Lorenz added.

No one is “cancelling” you for “helping people”, you’ve received extremely light criticism in the past for the way you’ve monetized “kindness” content that some vulnerable people found to be exploitative.

Meanwhile, Albert Nat Hyde, a Twitter activist, rebuffed the idea of Africans needing water donations, criticizing what he views as a capitalist agenda beneath the guise of charity. He also added that the word “wells” is offensive.

“Wells in 2023 is offensive; why not boreholes or pipe-borne water? – Africans do not need water donation; we ain’t that poor and thirsty. – Africa is a continent with 54 countries; he must be specific where he went – This is capitalism; he wanna low-key use these countries for profit – He has set Africans for global ridicule by building wells we never asked him for,” Hyde wrote.

Mr Beast 100 wells is disrespect to Africans – He described the entire Africa as a village with its people living in huts – He projected that all Africans lack good drinking water – Wells in 2023 is offensive; why not boreholes or pipe-borne water? – Africans do not need water… pic.twitter.com/X8k12kvdp3 — Albert Nat Hyde (@BongoIdeas) November 5, 2023

Francis Gaitho, a Kenyan political activist, argued against what he perceives as a perpetuation of African stereotypes, accusing MrBeast of reinforcing the narrative of African poverty for content views. Gaitho emphasized the continent’s desire to move beyond philanthropy that serves external interests over genuine developmental progress.

“America is part of the problem,” said Gaitho, adding, “And you, Mr. Beast, are not supposed to be coming here to validate some of these long-held stereotypes that Africa is poor.”

MR BEAST IN KENYA Content creator #mrbeast was in Kenya drilling boreholes in 100 schools across the country. Also there’s a bishop from Naivasha called Abiud Masinde who has been accused by an American benefactor of stealing donor money meant to build a school. pic.twitter.com/QdZCwOamoy — Francis Gaitho (@FGaitho237) November 5, 2023

Saran Kaba Jones, the founder of FACE Africa, also weighed in, expressing the challenges of sustaining such humanitarian projects. She acknowledges the frustrations of seeing a well-resourced figure like MrBeast, a “white male,” garner immediate attention.

“I’ve been doing this for 15 years, but we’ve been struggling to continue the work because funding, awareness, and advocacy all take work,” Jones told CNN, adding, “overnight, this person comes along, who happens to be a white male figure with a huge platform, and all of a sudden, he gets all of the attention. It’s kind of frustrating, but it’s also understanding the nature of how the world is.”

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I just found it, and I already love your blog. Your gifs are very quality, and you have great taste.

Even though I'm not a big horror fan myself (thank you for tagging it accordingly), I love Yellowjackets. Natalie was my fave, and even though I'm a grown-ass 40 years old woman, I was so upset by her death that I dreamed the following night that they could save her. I agree with you that season one was better, even though I liked season two as well (Natalie's death was an exception, they did Misty very dirty with it, and that random attack by Lisa was weird and didn't feel inherent).

I knew Lottie wasn't the Antler Queen, but I was in the dark who was supposed to be then, did you know it, or have you guessed it, bc it came to me in surprise. :)

So yeah, my rant is over, and I'm sorry if I bored you but I needed this out of my system.

Keep up the good work, and please tag horror further as it is!

Hi - first of all thank you for sending this ask it's always lovely to have nice messages like this and you definitely didn't bore me 🥰

I am still pretty upset about Nat's death as well and I agree the whole thing was very weird and felt contrived. I understand if Juliet wanted out of the show (which I have suspected since some of the comments she made in season 1, which made me think Natalie dying was a big possibility) but I just wish they had taken actual care and respect to the character when killing her off you know? It all feels mean spirited and disrespectful to me, which is crazy since apparently they had a meaner cut where everyone on the plane laughs at her (wtf?)

I was pretty surprised by Nat being the antler queen and I thought it was an interesting turn of events. In general I still quite enjoyed the first half of season 2, but around episode 5 or 6 I started to find the show a lot less enjoyable and felt like there were a lot of problems with the season and its pacing. For example, I really enjoyed Tai's character in season 1, but I feel her storyline in season 2 was really lacklustre and a lot of her agency was taken away. Everything is explained away as a 'dark, other tai' which feels lazy and kinda feels like backtracking since I feel the implication in the season 1 finale was that she did a ritualistic sacrifice to win the senate race. I would've liked them to explore a bit more of her as a senator since they spent much of season 1 on the senate race and I also find it so weird that Simone is literally never seen again in the season after she was shown in a coma. Character motivations also feel all over the place and I feel like the characters in the adult storyline have big swings in their behaviours which feels weird since that storyline for the season only spans a week.

These are just a couple of examples where I feel the storytelling and pacing just feels really disjointed. I've heard that they originally had 10 main episodes and a lot was cut from the season, and I think the season really suffered from this (I'm not referring to the bonus cabin episode). So yeah... sorry I ranted a bit in return.