#um. have you heard of the power of lesbianism?
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a-dandy-and-a-clown · 7 months ago
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funniest thing about some doctor who fans is how much they care about lore and canon not being broken as if the show isn't full of plot holes and retcons and,, twists.
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mrs-prentiss · 5 months ago
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Emily Prentiss x OC (Valerie Karter) Story
Emily’s Secret Life
Info : This is a WLW fan fiction it is OC based, I am writing the OC Valerie as a biracial (black and white woman) below is how I see her but you as the reader can change it to your liking!
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Part One : Emily Prentiss x Valerie Karter
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“Emily Prentiss, as I live and breathe, miss me?” The voice was sultry and low as heels clacked into the bullpen. The woman turned heads for sure; even Penelope dragged her eyes across the woman's frame. She was decked head to toe in designer wear: nice-fitting black slacks, and a deep red blouse rolled up at the elbows. She had some buttons undone, showing a lace-fitting bra. It was apparent she had power and so much confidence.
The woman walked up the small steps and stood beside Emily in front of the railing that overlooked the team. She smiled innocently as the gray-haired woman introduced her. “This is Valerie Karter. She’s a, um-.. old friend. She’ll be helping us on a few cases to lighten our load. She knows how to do everything you do, including Penelope's technical analyst work. She's flexible and can help in every area.” She praised her as she spoke, and it caused Valeries’ eyes to wander across her figure in an old “friend's” way.
“ Praise me more…I love it,” Valerie whispered with a breathy chuckle. She turned to address Emily’s team fully. “Consider me your assistant and personal helper. Anywhere you need me, I’m yours. I have a few meetings outside of the FBI I’ll be handling every few days, but other than that, I’m all yours”. She could practically see the questions rolling off of their minds. Who was she? How did she know Emily? Where did she come from? What did she do for work exactly? How good was she at her job? More importantly, was she married? Straight? Gay? Kids? They needed to know.
Their questions came out rapidly: “What do you do?” - “Meetings with who? - “How do you know Emily?”. She couldn’t help but laugh upon hearing the questions. In the corner of her eye, Emily stood straight, ready to redirect their questions in almost a protective manner. She shifted on her feet slightly and decided to answer them all at one time: “I’m what people call a flex worker. I’m flexible in everything I do, and I work wherever I’m needed. CIA? FBI? Presidential help? Undercover? You name it, I've done it. I have meetings with classified people, sorry. Emily and I met when she worked in Interpol before returning to be your Chief. One more question, Penelope?” she said clearly as she crossed her arms
Penelope took her chance and spat out a question, “I have two more; how good are you? Why did you come to the BAU?” She arched an eyebrow at the colorful woman’s boldness and smiled. Penelope was cute and very different at that. “I’m so good that I was asked to come here several times before this and denied them every time. Why the BAU? You guys are a mess that, unfortunately, I’m here to clean up.” Emily cut in with a sharp clear of her throat. The woman's grey hair framed her face nicely, and it didn’t go unnoticed as Valereie stared at her admirably. “Valerie and I have some things to discuss in my office. In the meantime, you guys have case files that need to be finished.”
Upon entering Emily’s office, she heard Emily closing the door behind her and the lock clicking in a not-so-subtle manner. “You didn’t need to make an entrance, Val. They’re going to catch on,” Emily deadpanned. Emily studied Valerie as she walked around her office, inspecting the items and trinkets. “No photos of me? How disheartening, dear; what exactly will they catch on to? That you’re a closet Lesbian, Emily? Even you didn’t catch on soon enough, I’m not worried about them,” Valerie quipped with a grin.
“You are an asshole, you know that Val? I am not a closet- okay, so what if I am? Fuck off, I should’ve let you stay in Italy.” Emily snarked as she crossed her arms and sat in her chair, watching Valerie sit across from her. Valerie shrugged slightly as she leaned backward against the chair. “I told you no, I was comfortable in Italy. Working, might I add, and you begged me.”
“There was no begging,” Emily said factually as she looked away from her. Valerie let out a short laugh and leaned forward, taunting Emily's voice. “Really? It was something like please, Vally, please come to Quantico. I need your help. I need my girl—YOUR GIRL? WHAT DOES SHE MEAN YOUR GIRL?!?!” Both the women jumped as Penelope stood in the doorway and sharply closed the door behind her.
“Penelope….” Emily started with caution as she stood up from her chair, but instead, she was cut off by Penelope again. “No, no excuses about how you can’t tell me or that it’s nothing, and she meant friend. What did she mean? Do you not love me? Why do we have secrets? I have your cat!” Penelope was far off the rails as she ranted and went on a tangent about wanting to know. While Penelope spiraled, Emily stood beside Valerie, who also stood up; the grey-haired woman had a hand on Valerie's back, and she cleared her throat. “Penelope. I do love you, and I am going to tell you. Valerie is my wife.”
“Thanks for taking her cat; by the way, I am terribly allergic.” Valerie slid the comment in there with a shit-eating grin. She looked at Emily with a mischievous smile and a adoring look in her eyes.
Penelope stood there with gaped looking at the two women as if they were completely insane. She really couldn’t believe that one of her closest friends was married, and not only that but she was married to a woman. “Wait..Wife! You’re married!” A few seconds passed when Emily went to speak and Penelope cute her off
“Ah Ah No! You..You’re gay? No you’ve been with men ever since I’ve met you. Oh my gosh are you a closet lesbian? Oh that’s so cute! Here Here pretend to come out to me I’ll act surprised” Penelope said in a snarky tone as she placed her hands on her hips and eyed Emily trying to act intimidating.
Emilys eyes flickered between her wife’s who laughed softly and Penelopes who narrowed slightly “Oh you’re being serious..okay ah—Um Penelope I’m a lesbian and this is my wife Valerie” she said slowly. Penelope just so happened to be the calmest and nicest one on the team, which made her the scariest at the same time. So as soon as the words left Emily’s mouth, Emily kept speaking to ensure Penelope didn’t try to choke her with arts and crafts “Sit down, we’ll explain everything”
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windupaidoneus · 6 months ago
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tell me about the bloodsport wlws
the bloodsport wlws. (clasps hands together) let me use my brain oh i need crub to shut the fuck up rq ok there we go
so. philly. carina. the moon & stars. the winnars!!!! 🎉 of that one niche poll tournament thing. carina is a 20something college student who's a prodigy in all things magic but specifically has an affinity for space magic, & her fursona is a purple gryphon also.
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^ her fursona (drew this before i saw a post on how to draw beaks. youll have to forgive me)
prone to overworking starself & does it regularly... from a regular human's perspective at least. star is physically disabled but also thanks to stars extremely potent magic star can just do a lot more than the average person, & is in a constant state of levitation to avoid putting strain on stars body. star is always going around helping as much as star can provided star can do it with magic.
this ^ is both a good & bad thing, as she is also, as you may have heard, a bloodsport tournament participant! she kind of. needs her magic for that. & well she keeps jobbing really badly despite being as powerful as she is. because of how much she uses her magic on the regular. the reason it's a good thing is that her magic can overflow & while there hasn't yet been a point where it did it's not fully clear what will happen if it does.
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see her hair? it's kind of like a gauge. you can tell how she's doing on magic reserves depending on how "filled up" it is. the more purple, the more powerful! & what happens if her hair is completely purple? philly really wants to know
design note that was Just added too but her eyes change colour depending on her magic reserves as well. this is partly bc i keep fucking up which eye is purple & which eye is yellow so now both can be & they can be both at once even. because i have knowledge of heterochromia <- the central heterochromia haver
all in all she should probably not be doing bloodsport at least at the current moment when the stakes are so facking high in AA. in combat situations she kind of shuts down her ability to emote & speak properly because of how stressed it makes her so she's a bit of a bitch. um. she did cause an existential crisis once & felt really bad about it. sorry lucian. (he got better they're friends now)
all this. is necessary to introduce philly. bc philly is carina's childhood friend & philly was created because @greenshi loved carina so much that he had to give her a gf. you may thank him forever for cosmic yuri
ophelia "philly" delphia (why does she get a full name & carina doesnt have one? um. i didnt actually create carina i just voiced her & then elaborated a fuckton on her character ask @royaltyfreeramblings not me *sexily relinquishes responsibility*) is an epic & awesome werewolf who's constantly in an inbetween state of human & wolf. so a wolf furry yeah. moon goes on road trips with other lesbians* & a wet sack of meat who's having cringefail yaoi with some guy over there. moon is very confident but also happens to be carina's biggest hypeperson, which i find very sweet considering she was conceptualised as a rival & they completely skipped that stage LMAO
green would be a lot better placed to talk about philly. & they unfortunately have not interacted on screen in canon as much as i'd like due to the nature of bloodsport tournaments & also carina's jobbing adventures. but i love them a lot & i hope philly can be the one person to finally convince carina to get a damn wheelchair girl stop using magic for everything constantly you get so fucked up when it's depleted!
oh yeah there's also stuff that i don't know if i can share bc it hasnt been revealed to The Audience yet but they are very dear to each other & like. among other things. both of them have kept pictures of them as kids together even throughout all the time they spent apart. bc they did lose sight of each other for many years before reuniting. & idk i just think they're so cute & sweet. i love it when characters love each other did you know that
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sesshy380-rp · 8 months ago
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“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!”
Kat's ears and face fell the moment she heard Bakura's voice. She was in so much trouble right now.
She stood upright and dismissed her ka, sheepishly trying to avoid eye contact with Bakura.
Kek’s mass solidified into his human appearance, a third eye glowing brightly on his forehead as he furiously marched over to where Kat stood and threw a punch into her midsection that flung her across the roof.
Her back and wings were smashed against the equipment that powered the building, sending a brief, but intense, shock through her body that forced her to revert to her human appearance as she fell forward onto her hands and knees.
“Ow…”
“Ow? Ow!? I should be ripping you limb from limb right now!” Kek shouted in frustration, pacing back and forth while trying to find something to do with his hands. “I don't even know why I'm not!”
Kat slowly picked herself up while rubbing a few sore spots that were still healing.
“I knew you'd catch him,” Kat stated in dismissal. “It's not like I would have actually tried to kill him like you tried to do with Kura.”
“It's not the same!”
“How about we just call it even?”
“Are you fucking insane?!”
Kat opened her mouth then shut it, while looking away. She then remembered that Bakura was still standing there and was not happy.
She glanced over towards her wife.
“Uh…I can explain. I…um…might have followed Marik into the museum. I wasn't going to talk to him, just observe.”
Her eyes fell to the ground.
“I got upset by what I saw inside, he happened to notice and put his hand on my shoulder while asking if I was okay…and I reacted to the unexpected touch. Things just kind of spiraled from there. I'm sorry.”
((@nb-lesbian-tkb))
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purplepenntapus · 6 months ago
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Nothing infuriates me more than people commenting when someone calls Luffy aroace being like “um no he’s not that’s not confirmed actually Oda confirmed he was straight and just more interested in finding the one piece than women right now 🤓☝️” like either you heard warped information 5th hand and never bothered to check it or you’re just lying out of your ass because you hate the idea of liking queercoded characters. Oda has never given any of the Straw Hats canon identities and that includes heterosexuality. The only reason you’re assuming Oda not directly saying “Nami is a lesbian” “Luffy is aroace” is because you assume everyone is straight as a default and require EXPLICIT statements otherwise to even CONSIDER that a character might not be heterosexual which is absolutely not how representation in One Piece works. (And even then half the time it doesn’t matter because people still argue Deadpool is straight even though he’s been confirmed as pansexual a million times.)
I seriously don’t know how much clearer Luffy’s lack of sexual or romantic attraction can get then “this woman is the most beautiful person in the entire world, so beautiful that everyone of all genders falls in love with her the moment they lay their eyes on her. Her power allows her to turn people to stone when they’re attracted to her and it’s never not worked before because everyone is attracted to her….. except Luffy who couldn’t care less.” And people will watch that and go “no Luffy is straight” hello???? Maybe go back in time and pay attention during high school English class so you can have even an OUNCE of reading comprehension
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rayrayor · 1 year ago
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So Lily is ready to move in to her dorm and just to get to know her roommate. But Milkovich and Gallagher family members have Gracie and her moms learn more than they bargained for about her family. Papa is in full Mickey form .
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So AO3 was down today and I could not get into a draft ( lesson back up drafts)
I recently began reading the series by SPNDreamer228 , Lina Milkovich Gallagher and loving it .
I just love the Galladads universe and finding new authors to enjoy.
So while waiting for the AO3 superstars to work their magic , I decided to visit my Galladads and Lily Gazer as I could not get in and read the last work I had left of Lina .
MOVE IN DAY
Gracie and her moms just moved in her bags and she sat in her dorm bed nervous, her roommate and her chatted a few times when rooms were assigned . The bit she had, her roommate was nice. They had not said anything to Gracie but her roommate also seemed very strait laced , had gone to a private girls school started college at 17. Their fear was like always, Gracie would be judged by having two moms.
There were boxes on the other bed but no roommate. Suddenly a petite red head burst through the door with a coffee . She was striking , long red hair with curl, pale skin dotted with freckles and piercing blue eyes Her smile was a big sunbeam .
” omg hi Gracie , I’m Lily . Those are cool glasses, I love vintage things. “
She pulled Gracie into a hug then turned and introduced herself to them.
” Lily did your parents leave?”
” No ma’am I think they are around here..”
” Lily baby your RA said you could have your electric kettle, I think it will be good to have, you drink way too much caffeine, Uncle Carl sent you all that weird tea you both drink.”
Gracie and her moms stared a very tall muscled ginger who matched Lily’s coloring . He was an incredibly handsome man.
After gently dropping a kiss on his daughters head he turned .
” You must be Gracie , I love that lip gloss it’s gorgeous. Oh shit hi sorry . I am Ian, Lily’s dad. “
” I am Angie and this is my wife Sue. First time drop off?”
” No Lily’s older brother Liam went here , by the way Lily he is driving in for dinner . “
“ Cool , Gracie you will like Liam , he was an economics major like you. He is in law school now .. umm do I want to know.. where is papa?”
The redhead broke into a fond but amused look .
” When I left him he was grumbling about the safety logs on the fire extinguishers “
He turned to the ladies “ My husband is a bit overprotective, he can be um …let’s say …passionate when it comes to the kids .”
At husband Gracie and her moms grinned at each other .
” Fuck you, fuck you and especially fuck you “ They heard bellowing down the hall. Lily dropped her head into her hands .
Angie grinned “ Sounds like a party all ready”
Lily looked resigned “ Yeah not really . 5. 4. 3. 2. 1”
” Aye punk waaay too many boys sniffing around here , studies first.“
She teased “ Again what if I am a lesbian like Aunt Debbie and Sandy , lots of girls papa”
” No dyke bars with them until 18 don’t need some drag king making moves”
Ian’s voice showed that these seemed to be regular conversations in the family.
” Mick for the hundredth time , 21. Legal drinking age is 21. “
After being introduced to the tough looking man named Mickey of all things they watched him check out the windows then the lock on the girls door, frowning .
Lily’s papa as she called him was smaller than his husband , stocky but not in a way that was heavy but compact and powerful . His husband was carved and shredded muscle but the brunette a powerhouse. He had electric blue eyes that matched his daughters perfectly . Lily side by side with them looked almost like a 50/50 mix of them both.He turned and addressed both girls now sitting on the bed passing Lily’s coffee back and forth.
” Listen up cupcakes, that lock ain’t for shit , next week I will come back , drill that one out put in ones like at the grow houses. Hmm maybe when I come back , get a steel enforced door…”
” Papa you can’t just yank out a door at university “
” For what we are paying if I want remodel this whole room for you both I will .And by the way can that skirt get any shorter punk ? It looks like one Aunt Mandy would have wore to try and flirt with daddy back in the day.”
Gracie laughed and her moms checked out Lily’s knee length wrap dress with tights, confused.
“ Says the man always trying to low key flirt with sleeveless shirts… oh Ian look at my pale biceps, got ‘em in juvie working out .”
” Douche bag, I married him”
” Ass wipe he was my boyfriend first “
” ohhh a gay boy with his girl beard , whatever Mands”
Ian had stopped making Lily’s bed and was watching , arms folded .
” Daddy are you gonna stop this?”
” Sorry baby it’s been like a long time since they fought over me like this . Last time I think she was pregnant with you ( Gracie’s moms exchanged knowing looks ) and they were fighting over clouds or stars on your nursery ceiling. This is kind of puffing up my ego. Your old man does not pull the same looks like when I was younger.”
” Pulease every time you drag me to boystown it’s like he ain’t Macy’s and you ain’t window shopping “ Mickey snorted.
Gracie was fascinated. She loved her moms but they were both stoic and very PC. Lily’s dads were rough and loud but you could hear not insults . but love.
” Daddy?”
Ian took action , he loped over to Mickey and pulled him in as he sputtered and gave Mandy the finger. Both Gracie and her moms realized then he had knuckle tats which spelled fuck u- up .
” Baby , look Lily and now Lily and Gracie will be fine with the door they have. You spent her teen years threatening to take doors off and now you wanna put one on? “
He pulled up brows furrowed at his husband , bottom lip being chewed on while now that Ian was taming his thug shrew, Lily calmly opened boxes and split a snickers with Gracie.
” Firecrotch ( Sue almost choked on her gum) what if there is a fire?”
” It’s already a fire door Mick”
” tsunami.”
” We are in Illinois. They are on the third floor and if the room is flooding, I prefer they get out easier .”
A deep discontented huff
“ Use your words Mick “
” ok what if a bunch of good time Charlies come rolling down the halls at 3 am?”
” Well it’s not 1943 so those good time Charlie’s would be dead so not a lot of trouble and Lily knows those moves from you when you worked for the cart..in Mexico when you worked in Mexico.”
” Fine fucking ok no new door. Can I put a chain inside like a motel “
” yeah”
He turned to the girls “ oh and getting you both bear spray in case you are going through campus late or early.”
” Mick they can’t carry bear spray “
” You got a better idea Aunt know it all not like she can take a 38 into class.”
” Well Uncle Officer Carl could get them pepper spray “
“ Terrifies me that Carl Gallagher has access to a badge, guns and
chemical warfare”
” UNCLE IGGY “ Lily ran and was scooped up by a blonde man also with knuckle tats . She was put down and slugged him hard.
” Ow Lily “
“ That’s for after all these years getting conned to join uncle Joey in that hair brain scheme and going back!”
” Could have brought her when you guys came out, fuck Mandy why did you hit me”
” also pissed “
Mickey hugged Iggy. “ love you man but told you she was not growing up in prison visiting room like us , you all know you go in she doesn’t come out to Statesville. “
Gracie and her moms both noticed Ian and Lily rubbing the bridge of their noses.
” Well now that you have met the Milkovich’s , any Gallagher’s besides Liam showing up ?”
” You mean us?”
Uncle Lip swung her around then hugged her dads and patted Iggy on the shoulder.Tami gave hugs then settled a death glare on Mandy.
”Mandy so surprised your clients allowed you away .”
” Really you do hair Tami , hey Iggy let’s go check in at the hotel . Lily bean I love you see you at dinner “
Uncle Lip chatted about the new men’s group he started for AA and Tami slid behind Lily to French braid her hair. Lily’s gaze intensified and both her and Mickey were watching Ian fold and refold her clothes mumbling softly about keeping it organized.
Soothing and quiet “ Daddy did you take your pills , you ok , kind of a stressful day?”
” Fourth person who asked and yes I did baby girl , guessing papa even counted them this time “
Mickey pulled Ian into his arms and traced his face with his thumb, the lines in the scowl now gone. His voice was warm but with a hint of almost stern .
“ c’mon tough guy, let’s get these two to the hotel , take a nap before the whole hoard terrorizes the waitstaff for Gallagher Family dinner .”
“ But … Mick I haven’t finished sorting Lily’s stuff “
” Daddy I will finish it , you can check it in the morning.Go nap with papa he looks tired and he is insufferable when cranky.“ She winked at her papa who mouthed “ thank you “
She was pulled in tight and heard a sniffle. Uncle Lip put his hand on his shoulder.
” Ian point out the RA Mickey almost decked “ He walked them out .
” He is gonna crash isn’t he papa, I fucking hate bipolar disease so much “
Two pairs of blue stared at each other . Mickey knelt down and cupped his daughter’s face . It was the tenderness and sadness in both their eyes that made both women choke up.
” I know. Lily I hate it too but Daddy has been living with this since you age. I have been keeping an eye on his sappy ass since I was 19. He hardly gets big episodes because we know what is a support med and what is a med change. The older we get the more this lessens. We know what this is , we know what to do. He is gonna bitch and fuss and I am gonna make him take his pill. We are gonna nap. Then everyone is gonna be loud and crazy and wear him out. He has an appointment Monday . Also punk we talked about this . He goes gown , you do not come home. That will stress him more, got it?”
” But papa..I “
” Nope , no . Lily Gazer we stick to the plans ok .”
He turned to Gracie and family a look of sadness and pride on his face. “ My husband has some mental health challenges with his illness but it’s managed well, big emotions good or bad can set him off level. “
” Pops , hey dad is with Lip looking for you.” In the door was a tall young black man who had very similar features as Ian. Mickey reached out for a hug as the man whispered.
”Hi Pops , hey you get dad, I got Lily “
Mickey patted the young man’s cheek then hugged his daughter , wiping a tear.
As he walked out he looked at Gracie’s moms.
“ Aye we live in Chicago , I know you all from Maine. Lily comes home on long weekends, Gracie comes with. Family watches family .”
Liam smiled at Lily.
” Hey baby sis, dads gonna be ok , pops got him . Hey I am Liam by the way.” He shook hands all around.
” Lily there is the ice cream social on the quad. Gracie wanna join , will spill the tea on the first year Econ professors.”
Sue looked at their daughter
” Take off we have to go pay for meal plan , text us when you are done we can then get our reservations for dinner .”
As they headed out Lily hugged them both “ Thanks for not freaking out, my family can be a lot.”
The women watched as the young adults headed off laughing and pushing each other with ease.
Angie smiled “ Babe is it me or do you feel better the Gallagher’s have Gracie in their sights?”
Her wife grinned “ Yeah 1000% better. They are gonna keep her safe and loved while she is away from us.”
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riversidewings · 2 years ago
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"Living Ghosts" #5: "Forgive Yourself"
From my reparenting series "Living Ghosts." In which a trans lesbian cyborg, reunited with and reparenting her younger self, confronts her grief over the girl not having been able to be seen by the world.
(cw for survivor guilt)
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Some nights, it was the cyborg who could not sleep, awake late into the dark, as if keeping watch. Time and terrible things had taught her vigilance, ever since she'd been the invisible girl, and it was hard to quiet the inner noise, though she tried.
She'd been mothering the girl for a year, though it felt like far longer. It had been worth it, to bring closure and acknowledgment to the girl she'd been, all alone beyond anyone's sight, but it had been hard, terribly hard.
The combat doll sat in the dark, watching the city lights below, and the dark embrace of the Pacific beyond. The chill beats station had paused long ago on her workstation nearby, and the "Are you still listening?" popup sat forgotten. A matcha can, now empty, dangled from synthetic fingertips
It was easy to comfort the girl, to build her up. To protect her, as she should have been all along. She wasn't so sure about herself, if truth were told, even if she and the girl were one and the same.
The combat doll was proud of herself for having weathered the fire and the terrible things life had flung her way, and for having managed to still find purpose and beauty and fleeting moments of peace in life. But no matter how far she got with helping the girl she'd been, somehow, something still weighed on her.
"It shouldn't have been like this," she said to the distant line of the Pacific on the nighttime horizon. "She...I...shouldn't have had to suffer. They had a choice. THEY HAD A CHOICE!" She flung the empty can at the wall, and then immediately winced at the loud clang.
The hum of the central air. The dim cast of her heads-up projection, minimized for nighttime. The sounds of traffic below the building and under the trees. The cyborg covered her face in her hands and fought the lump in her throat.
All the adults who'd had the power over her life. All the claims they made of having her best interests at heart. They had a choice. They could have listened to her. How could so many of them have failed so completely?
"They had a choice," she moaned. "They had a choice."
She didn't notice the girl enter the room.
"Um...I heard a noise..." she said to the cyborg, voice hushed. "Are you...is everything okay?"
The woman couldn't bear to look at the girl, at the face that was hers but had been denied her, back then.
"Saku hazu datta...Sakaru hazu datta anata wa, sono susamajii chinmoku no naka, sazo kurushinda de arou. Sazo ya mattaku kankyaku saretano de arou. Yuruse!" the middle-aged cyborg wept in Japanese, head bowed before the girl she had been, even when the world hadn't seen it. ‹You, who should have been blooming, you should have been flourishing-- how you must have suffered in that terrible silence. Oh how completely they failed you. Forgive me!›
There was a pause. Then the doll felt herself embraced by the girl she'd been, once upon a time, in spite of how utterly she'd been failed.
"Why are you asking me to forgive you?" the girl asked. "Can you forgive yourself?"
"Because there weren't nearly enough grownups who were grownup enough to admit to you they were wrong. Because the people who should be begging your forgiveness won't," the cyborg sobbed. "And because I can't change what happened already. I can't give you all those years back, honey. That's the thing that hurts the most about all this. You've been nothing but a blessing to me all this time, and you could've had so much better--"
"But can you forgive yourself?" the girl asked again.
"I...I don't know..."
The girl, who'd never let her go, squeezed her tighter. "It'd be a little silly calling you 'me', so I'm going to do what I've wanted to do from the beginning, cause you've been like another mom to me."
"What's that?"
"It's not your fault people were so awful," the girl declared. "The world is awful a lot of the time, even if it's beautiful, and it's worth fighting for. You taught me that, remember? So please, Mom. Forgive yourself."
For all the pain, all the miles, all the suffering in the silent dark, the middle-aged cyborg-- forged in fire, soft but sharp-- wept for the girl.
Beyond the window, high above the city of immortals and the Pacific beyond, through the light pollution, shone the stars in silent, majestic vigil.
The stars that, like the girl, were unconquered and free.
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crimsonxe · 7 days ago
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To start with the whole point of my response was the fact that I'm a multishipper hence the mentioning of me shipping AmberPrice, Pricefield, and AmberPricefield. In other words I'm not purely a Pricefielder.
1- Shouldn't be that hard to understand. Pricefielders & LGBT+ fans were stabbed in the back by DE in their breaking up a 10+ year iconic LGBT+ pair; doubled in how shittily & disrespectfully as it was done. Michel is one of the OG writers aka fathers of LiS from DontNod who put out a social post saying that Pricefield would never break up; they could have rough patches but never fully break up. He & DontNod are the true canon makers for LiS1 & 2 as those are games helmed by them.
2- Yes, your ass ignoring or trying to handwave away Pricefield's importance and connection = you're a dumabass. Especially since you repeatedly try to do it across at least 3 posts of yours (which you put in the damn Pricefield tag no less; ofc your ass is going to get raked over coals).
Um fuck no, Pricefield should not be "just friends" for your dumbass's preference. My Max didn't sacrifice the Bay because she was just friends with Chloe, she was fully in love with her. Which again was shown once again by DontNod in LiS2-Bae route w/ green-haired Chloe. Have you never heard the stories of sapphic ex's repeatedly getting back together? Also this shit is fantasy not a documentary.
Chloe isn't the past, Chloe is the shining light that came out of the past. Max throwing away the past instead of accepting it and healing from it, then walking forward with a partner who had gone through the same major events as well as shown her devotion to her as much as she had for her = the better damn route that is ACTUAL growth; you wanting her to toss away Chloe in order to make way for Safi IS BIAS.
I never said anywhere that going solo was a bad thing, but even one of the fathers of LiS says that isn't how the two would go.
As already pointed out your dumbass made sure to include Pricefield tag shoving your shit into it. I went through it thinking that surely I'd find a point where I could at least see where you were coming from, a kernel; but nope. I just saw more and more bullshit, so I'm most definitely the opposite of a fan.
You are definitely not a Pricefielder. You can try to slap a fake ass sticker on yourself if you want; but not a damn Pricefielder around would speak like your dumb fucking ass has.
In other words your ass doesn't have a clue about the characters, because I listed out the assassinations that anyone that actually knows the characters would already have caught themselves. No, Chloe breaking up with Max isn't at all fucking realistic or fucking matching to her goddamn character. LiS1 & BtS make it very damn clear that once someone gets past Chloe's mental/emotional walls she's VERY loyal to them. To the point that she hears about Frank and Rachel and STILL wants to find out what happened with her; same damn thing goes for Max. Max wouldn't let the relationship just die either, ESPECIALLY after LiS1 and seeing how that impacted Chloe the first time they separated. Max also would definitely not be into a fucking Nathan Prescott douche in general, but especially given what happened in LiS. With Amanda I can at least handwave/eye-roll it away cause she's basically a soft demure femmed up lipstick lesbian with minor elements of Chloe buried in the cashmere. I also love how you just ignored certain things like Max's hurling the Rachel barb at Chloe in her journal or Chloe of all people talking about a threesome with some guy. Nvm that Max can technically abuse her powers to hook up with Vinh/Amanda in the separate branches; as if she'd ever fucking do that. Hell even Michel once again in a post on socials said that Decknine's version of Max and Chloe aren't ones he & his team would've done or recognized.
Um no, dumbass she loves Chloe so she does what is needed to save her from y'know DYING. That's just fucking love and care for another person. It is very much fucking healthy and that you see that as unhealthy yet nudge Safi/Max says worlds about your views on relationships.
3- Do I want them to continue Max and Safi's dynamic? Sure, there's interesting aspects there involving one wanting to restrain her powers and another wanting to openly flex hers. But I do NOT at all want it to be all about them, especially with the fucking bit about going back to the Bay. That's pure setup for Chloe to return and the next creative team would be braindead to not rectify DE's team's mistake by delivering a Chloe storyline & OPTION in the end. It won't make up for the character assassination, which is where them putting in a scene to show that DE is a side-branch comes in. Though Decknine already gave enough reason to run with that anyway via their changing Chloe's hair in the LiS2-Bae picture from green to blue; likely cause they have no respect towards DontNod and their characters. But their fuck up allows for one to toss DE into a side-branch, while green-haired Chloe & Max handled by DontNod remain as the main canon. On top of that having opportunity for Safi to use her shape-shift ability to fuck with Max via Chloe and Chloe via Max as part of their storyline.
4- Completely ignoring the actual important detail where your ass offers every other option BUT a Chloe one. Nvm that Michel once again father of LiS, Max, and Chloe stating that the two would always come back together and never fully break up. Hell iirc even recently on the anniversary he was out replying suggestively to Pricefield posts specifically; because he knows the importance of the pair both to each other and to LGBT+ fans that got into the series due to them.
5- Do get your comprehension skills up, cause if your ass bothered to actually read you'd notice that I stated that "violence against women" is AN ELEMENT within; but the core of the entire goddamn first LiS revolves around PRICEFIELD. How the fuck your ass went through the episodes and have at all interacted w/ social media related to the game and not realized that I don't fucking know. Maybe you have that level of damn mental filters put in place. If there wasn't Chloe in the bathroom getting shot, there'd be no time travel; without Chloe and Max's relationship there'd be no story at all just a skeleton of story beats.
Bitch there is no delusion as proven by pointing to Michel AKA ONE OF THE FATHERS OF THE GODDAMN GAME where he fucking basically backs up MY fucking views on things. YOUR ASS is the one off on your own delusional ass island somewhere. On top of that I RESPECT DontNod for what they did with LiS and offering an LGBT+ main damn pairing back in 2015, when LGBT+ was still just starting to be an accepted thing in media. Hell even the fucking comics know the characters, relationship, and story enough to respect DontNod; thus fitting in-line with LiS characterization. Mostly cause Emma actually loved LiS, its characters, its iconic relationship, and gave respect to DontNod.
You fail at grasping the characters, at grasping the relationship, at even aligning with the OG creatives, at remotely being near a Pricefielder, and you stand on nothing but bullshit pro-Safi & clear anti-Chloe bias. You accuse Pricefielders of being limited in their view of things, but YOUR ass is the one that has a limited & just flatout wrong view of things. That's a matter of you not aligning with Michel and DontNod in anyway shape or form, where they're the damn OG creatives that made the damn characters & game.
this is probably going to be EXTREMELY controversial so i dont expect ANYONE to agree (please dont hate me 🙏🙏🙏‼️‼️‼️) but i REALLY DONT WNAT CHLOE BACK IN DE2. I HAVE REASONS!!!!!!!!
1. i think that it'll be viewed as a cash grab and like pricefield / chloe fans r never happy sooooo
2. if chloe and max were to get back together for some unforeseen reason i think that woukd ruin max's potential growth in de2 in my opinion. like i PERSONALLY think that her 'losing' chloe should help her move on from the past and should be portrayed as something that can help her move forward instead of dwelling on what could have been (as taylor swift once said, everything you lose is a step you take 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️)
3. i think she'd be so out of place and id rather have de2 focus on max and safi's relationship and this highkey sounds lkke bias because of my fixation but i PROMISE YOU its not.. mostly...
4. i think that max should grow by herself i really dont think she needs to be attached to chloe by the fucking hip.. like i would be so fucking ecstatic if you got to be with amanda/vinh/safi at the end of de2 but i think the most realistic ending would be for her to be by herself, not FOREVER, but for a good amount of time for her to be secure with being by herself because i personally think max is extremely codependent with chloe.. if .. that makes sense
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lacroixqueen · 3 years ago
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sevika tries to make you jealous (18+)
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Summary: sevika tries to make you jealous by bringing a bunch of girls to the bar right in front of you
Pairing: bartender reader x sevika
Word Count: 1.4k
Tags: jealousy, teasing, messiness, useless lesbians who cannot communicate, salty reader, mean sevika, rude sevika
You were working part-time as a bartender at The Last Drop. You figured it was a pretty sweet gig with solid pay and good hours. But your favorite part about the job was your most loyal patron.
Sevika would usually come in during the middle of the night, plop herself down at the bar, order a whiskey on the rocks, and flirt with you for hours and hours on end. You would be lying if you said you didn’t look forward to her antics every single day.
You loved how she paid attention to your little details. She always noticed whenever you style your hair, or wear a different color skirt, or experiment a bit more than usual with your eye makeup.
You would notice how some butterflies would flutter in your stomach whenever her hand brushed against yours when you handed her the bill, or when her intense gray eyes would flicker over your chest.
Sometimes, after you closed the bar, you would sneak into the stockroom, lock the door behind you, and just touch yourself, imagining all sorts of terrible things Sevika would do to you if you let her.
How good it must feel to have her slam you against the wall and kiss you hard, how rough her leathery pants would feel against you as you rode on her lap.
Ugh. It just wasn’t fair.
You also felt yourself beginning to fall head over heels for her. You were never the type to wear your heart on your sleeve, but she made it so damn difficult not to. Every single time she flashed that stupid smirk, or said a cheeky joke, or told you a funny story, you fought so hard to fight the urge to just lean over the counter and kiss her already.
But in your heart of hearts, you knew it would just complicate things for no good reason. Sevika was a scary lady. She worked for a lot of very powerful people, and knew all the behind-the-scenes secrets of the undercity. She didn’t have time to get invested with ordinary, everyday people like yourself.
Besides, you were more than convinced you were just another pretty face she could talk up at the bar. You weren’t anything special to her. You just had to be okay with that and move on.
It was yet another Tuesday evening. The dinner rush was more or less over. You were drying a scotch glass behind the tab when you heard the soft sound of the front door swing open.
Sevika stumbled in with two very pretty girls on either arm. They ambled on over to the couch pushed against the back wall of the bar. Your eyes immediately glided over to their direction.
It seemed like the ladies were both workers at the Gardens, and Sevika invited them out to drink.
You were straining your ear to gather every last tidbit from their conversation. Something, something Sevika was the best they’d ever had. Blah blah blah about how she fucked her so good. Ugh. Whatever. You weren’t salty at all.
Just be cool, you thought to yourself as you smoothed your apron skirt and picked up a spare notepad from under the counter. Take her order, be in and out. Don’t say anything weird.
You could feel your heart pounding against your chest as you approached the group of women. One of the girls was a very alluring, beautiful redhead. She had one of her legs draped over Sevika’s thigh, pushing her body as close to her chest as possible. The other was a drop-dead gorgeous, petite blonde. Sevika had her mechanical arm wrapped around her waist, smoking a cigar in the other hand.
“H-hello..” you stuttered, pretending not to know Sevika. “How can I help you today?” Your eyes couldn’t help but glaze over her neck, noticing a long line of fresh, violet hickeys.
“Um…” the redhead looked you up and down, very obviously judging your plain bar uniform. “I’ll have.. A cherry bomb and..”
“Oh oh! I want a lemon gin!” the blonde would pipe up, clearly the more bubbly of the pair.
Sevika’s eyes never left your face. She was watching you, meticulously documenting every expression. She wanted to see how you would react.
“Right..” the redhead would finish the blonde’s sentence, starting to kiss Sevika all over her hickeys. “And um.. She’ll have a whiskey on the rocks, please. Thaaaanks..”
You rolled your eyes, jotted down their order, and spun around on your heels to return to the bar. You could feel Sevika’s intense gaze searing into your back, but you didn’t care.
You would be lying to yourself if you said you weren’t a little bit hurt, that you didn’t wish you were the one straddling her thigh, or kissing her neck. But whatever. Sometimes, reality isn’t what you wanted it to be and you were used to it.
You quickly made the drinks, trying your hardest not to focus on the ridiculous moans and giggles that traveled from the back of the bar. You tried to use the sound of the cocktail shaker to drown out the background noise, to no avail, of course.
Once you carried over the wooden tray of drinks, and was about to place it on top of their table, you noticed Sevika’s hands roughly digging into one of the girl’s skirts. For some reason, even seeing that sent you into a never ending spiral of pure jealousy.
“One cherry bomb, lemon gin, and whiskey on the rocks,” you said snarkily, setting down the tray less than gently, and turning back around without another word.
“Talk about rude..” one of the girls scoffed, curling back into Sevika’s arms.
You pushed through the side doors of the bar, leaning against the outside wall of the building in a dimly lit alleyway. You hastily lit up a cigarette, and took in a deep smoke while looking up into the smoggy sky.
You wished you weren’t so sensitive, and that you didn’t care so much. And fuck. Why were you crying? It’s not like you and Sevika were in a relationship or whatever. Hell, you didn’t even know if she was interested in you that way. Clearly not, if she’s bringing in other girls right in front of you.
You crossed your arms over your chest. Shit. Zaun always got so ridiculously cold at night. A few long minutes passed, until you heard the side door creak open. And there she was.
Sevika loomed over you, pressing her forearm above your head onto the wall.
“Shouldn’t you go back inside?” you couldn’t even meet her eyes. But her gaze softened. She could see your tearstained face.
“Nah, I told them something came up,” she replied simply. She noticed you were shivering, then removed her cloak and draped it over your shoulders. “You should take this.”
You ignored her, taking in another drag from the cigarette you held between your fingertips.
“Were you crying because you wanted to sit on my lap instead of her?”
You paused, still looking to the side. Sevika gently grabbed your wrist, causing you to drop your cigarette onto the ground. She pushed your arm above your head, leaning even closer into you.
“You know, sweetheart..” her lips were brushing dangerously close to your earlobe.. “If you wanted something from me, you could’ve just asked.”
“I don’t want anything from you!” you said, pouting a bit. God, you were an awful liar.
“What if I told you I brought those girls in specifically to make you jealous~?” she teased, pushing her thigh between your legs. “Would that change your mind at all?”
She could tell you were blushing hard, even in the darkness of the alleyway. You were biting your lip, trying not to spill all your guts out to her right then and there.
To admit that yes, you were jealous. That it did rile you up. That you secretly wished you were the one she wrapped her arm around. That she grabbed your waist, or kissed your lips, not hers.
“Maybe it would..” you muttered shyly.
Sevika smirked, grabbing you by the hand and leading you out into the main streets.
“H-hey, just what do you think you are doing?!” you cried.
“Taking you back to my place,” she said curtly. “To give you what you want.”
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marvelsimp · 2 years ago
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The New Kid: The Future
Ch. 9
The New Kid Masterlist
My Masterlist
Genre: Fluff, Angst, Fix-it, Self-Insert, Pairing: Peter & Lesbian!reader, Avengers & Reader, Wanda x Reader, background Steve x Bucky, Shuri x reader if you squint Warnings: swearing, talk of dead loved ones, Description: Some Wakandans come for a visit. Reader’s Powers: Healer, telepath, and empath. Word Count: 1473
“Shit. Shit. Shit,” mumbled the billionaire. You jumped out of your seat because usually that meant that his hand was about to be cut off. “What?” He raised his head and stared at me with wide eyes, “I fucking forgot!” You paused, “Forgot what?” “That king is coming tomorrow !” He stared at me with dread. After pulling himself off of his metaphorical ledge he quickly came to a stopping point, yelled instructions at FRIDAY, and frantically ran to the stairs. “Y/n, clean up and get out!” he yelled while trying not to trip and fall.
“Good luck!” you yelled. Since Thanos came Wakanda and the Avengers have been working together to maintain global peace. From your knowledge Tony’s only physical interaction with any of them was when Wakanda’s King T’Chaka was killed and their then prince joined his side to stop half of the other Avengers…. so you assumed that Tony was feeling pretty intimidated. And that’s from the guy who turned a weapons company to one the produces clean energy that has made the threat of Climate Change almost dissipate. But you of course know that Pepper did all of the heavy lifting while Tony created an AI who almost destroyed the world. Okay…. now that you think about it he probably has a good reason to be scared that he’s gonna fuck this up.
“I’ve heard she’s nice,” Peter poked while you both got dressed. “…and incredibly smart, I'm sure smarter than your dumbass” you teased. He groaned and rolled his neck. “Come on, you know what I mean,” his eyebrows wiggled. You finished tucking in your blouse only sighing in response. He stared at you, wiggling his eyebrows a little harder. Hoping for a reaction. “You’re an ass,” you stared back, “And I’m not even out to anyone here anyways.” “Why do you think I got you that flag?” his voice went up at the end, slightly cracking. “Fuck off,” you retorted grining from ear to ear. He flipped you off and then tripped over some shoes on the floor. “For someone who has the Peter Tingle,” you reached your hand out to help him up, “you sure are clumsy.” “It doesn’t work on shoes,” he said, accepting your hand. “Excuse me,” the AI voice rang overhead. You both jumped with Peter screaming, “OH GOD.” “Yes?” you giggled. “The Wakandans are soon to arrive. Mr. Stark said and I quote ‘If you don’t get your asses up here in the next 5 minutes you're not allowed to work in the lab for a month.’ So I would recommend that you head up soon.” “Thanks,” you said to the voice. You turned to Peter and grinned, “I’ll race you to the elevator.”
“Calm down,” the brunette whispered, nudging you. Excitement. “I am calm.” “I can literally feel the anxiety radiating off of you… wait is that a part of your powers?” You paused, staring at him, “I. Dont. Think. So?” “Hmph. Fair enough. I didn’t find out about…” “The Peter Tingle,” you teased, interrupting. “Until forever later,” he said in monotone, not impressed. “Hey,” said a voice behind you, Wanda, you'd know her anywhere. You felt her lightly touch your elbow, grabbing your attention away from your slightly grumpy best friend. You smiled, “Hi.” Her cheeks lit up, “Are you excited to meet them? They’re nice, and Shuri’s intelligence compares to yours so I think you will like her.” You followed her every word, nodding in response. Panic. “I haven’t seen them since…um…” She paused, that was a common occurrence, she’d either be making sure you were paying attention or collecting her thoughts. This was different, quiet. Almost like she was afraid to say it. Oh. Thanos. “Him,” you completed. She nodded, it's only been a year and a half since then so most wounds aren’t fully healed. Lives were lost… Loves were lost. You pushed the topic away, that was something you could think about at another time, the Avenger’s main priority for the day was to get the Wakandans’ settled before tomorrow night’s party. You’d be able to meet more of the Avengers. The next thing you know, a ship lands in the loading dock. It's very futuristic, even for Avengers standards. It’s definitely the coolest thing you’ve seen in person. When it landed, it opened, it sort of made you think of the cave in Aladdin. It was very dramatic. First, three women stepped out, warriors. You know that Wakanda has an elite force of female warriors, which is badass. You can’t remember their name. Then, the king steps out, King T’Challa. He’s calm, happy. He and his companions walk up to Tony and Steve. He first fakes a formal greeting then gives them both hugs, like old friends. Which you are pretty sure they are at this point. God, the warriors are honestly terrifying, and they radiate it too. Some seem slightly bored but most of them are on high alert and you are confident that they can defeat any threat that may appear. “Slow down brother,” a voice yelled from the ship. A skinny, dark skinned woman appeared from the ship's entrance. “I had not even noticed that we had arrived and you are already greeting everyone!” One of the warriors stared at her, she radiated a different type of authority from the others, a stronger type. “I told you that we were about to land five minutes ago,” she spoke in a hushed tone, still trying to be formal, although both the King and the woman who you are now assuming is Princess Shuri. “Well, excuse me but I was doing something important, Okoye!” stated the Princess who was obviously teasing. “I would not call ‘Tiktok’ important.” “I’m doing research on American culture, Peter told me it was the best way to know what people my age do here.” Shuri was walking in your and Peter’s direction now, not caring to actually look your way though. Anxiety. Peter started to say something but decided not to. The girl was now three feet infront of the boy. She stopped for a moment, finishing typing something. “I thought that you didn’t know her,” you whispered. “We text,” the boy shrugged. Oh, they're called the Dora Milaje! The woman finally put her phone away and looked up at Peter. Grins slowly grew on their faces. Joy. “Now, Doctor Spider, what are your latest accomplishments?” Shuri said in a posh british accent, trying her best not to laugh. “Well, I have worked on many projects since we last met, possibly I could show you?” he replied, sounding like Dick Van Dyke in Mary Poppins. The two linked elbows and started to turn to leave. “Don’t burn down the lab!” Tony instructed in a fatherly tone. Doctor Spider paused for a moment, nodded his head and linked his other elbow into yours. You in return linked yours with Wanda’s.
“Peter, this is brilliant!” The Princess exclaimed. “But it could still use some improvements. If I gave you some vibranium for these connections, your whole suit would run that much smoother. I mean.. it would run better if we only used vibranium but that’s not going to happen. I believe there is some available vibranium in my lab–we can do it now or later.” Peter nodded, maybe a little too excitedly and started collecting his suit to take it to the other lab. “Sorry, Wanda, with all of this science talk. It looks like it’s all going over your head.” Shuri grimiced. “No, no, I’ve actually started to enjoy it.” She looked at you for a split second and you could swear your heart stopped beating. “I don’t always understand it but it almost sounds like a spell so it's familiar. Vis used to ramble on about these things to me not much unlike Y/n does.” “I’m glad I don’t bore you when I bring you up here,” you smirked. “So, Y/n,” Shuri started. “What are you doing here? I know you’re Peter’s friend and your intelligence almost rivals mine. But you,” she waved her hand in the general direction of the three of you, “tend to have tragic backstories. Most are orphans” Shaw gave an awkward glance towards Peter and Wanda. “Are you an orphan too?” She glared. “I’m joking!” In a split second her demeanor changed. “That was way too personal wasn’t it” She whispered, looking at Peter. He nodded. “Excuse me,” F.R.I.D.A.Y interrupted. Causing you to jump. “Miss Maximoff, Agent Romanoff has requested your presence in the conference room immediately.” “I’ll head that way,” Wanda responded. “I have to go. I will… see you later.” She squeezed your hand and left. “Can we go to your lab?” Peter almost squealed out with excitement, his suit now in his hands.
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st-just · 3 years ago
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I am going on a trip soonish. Book recs for the airplane, especially if I can get them as ebooks (epub or Kindle)? Fiction or nonfiction, I'm omnivorous.
hmm, I mean, fiction-wise I have the distinct impression you've already read most of what I'd normally recommend. Or written it, in one case (but you've read Gideon the Ninth and A Memory Called Empire, right?).
But lets see-
Nonfiction (overwhelmingly history, I'm afraid, take with variably sized grains of sale):
The Making of the Atomic Bomb, by Richard Rhodes - What is sounds like, basically. The history of the development of nuclear power (and, like, physical science for the first third of the 20th century) that everyone recommends and won all the awards and gets called Magisterial. Shockingly readable, for the amount of chemistry the early chapters tried to teach me. Last third or so of it is, unsurprisingly, very heavy reading. So, you know, fair warning.
The Emperor of All Maladies: A Biography of Cancer, by Siddhartha Mukherjee - Again, more or less what it sounds like. A history of the study and treatment of cancer from the late nineteenth century through the then-current early twenty-first. Surprisingly kind of hopeful, for all the horrors.
Strangers Drowning: Impossible Idealism, Drastic Choices, and the Urge to Help, by Larissa MacFarquhar - A book length study of, well, people who take ethical obligations seriously? Chapters alternate between case studies of, like, a woman who left her life behind to be a nurse in Sandinista Nicaragua after she heard about the need for some and more zoomed out intellectual and cultural histories of extreme altruism and moral obligation as ideas.
The War That Ended Peace: The Road to 1914, by Margaret Macmillan - Another self-explanatory title! Nonfiction's great like that. A shockingly readable and funny history of Belle Epqoue Europe and the leadup to World War One. If the topic's even slightly interesting to you, really couldn't recommend this one enough.
The Verge: Reformation, Renaissance, and Forty Years that Shook the World, by Patrick Wyman - It's what the title says it is, but more broadly it's basically a thesis on the causes of the Great Divergence ('Why Europe?', basically), with each chapter zeroing in on a different factor and explaining it at ground level by examining the life of one historical figure or another whose a good entry point into it. (Well, 'ground level', one of them is about Charles V, but you get what I mean?). Also pretty heavy reading in terms of subject matter, what with all the enclosures and slave trades and military revolutions and etc.
Fiction
Annihilation/The Southern Reach Trilogy, by Jeff Vandermeer - Non-Lovecraftian, well-done, properly eldritch cosmic horror. I will forever remain bitter that the movie basically nailed the aesthetics while getting all the themes and characters exactly wrong. First book is absolutely the best, but I love the Biologist as a protagonist enough that I can't not recommend getting through Acceptance for the conclusion to her arc.
The Ballad of Black Tom, by Richard Lavalle - Probably my favorite of the whole subgenre of Lovecraft deconstructions/subversions/remixes. Certainly the one that works the best as horror and not just urban fantasy with Shoggoths and racism ; probably simultaneously the most faithful and the most directly spitting in old Howard's eye. "The Horror At Red Hook, but through the eyes of a cultist', basically. Ish.
Song of Achilles, by Madeline Miller - Absolutely beautifully written retelling of, well, the life and death of Achilles, told from the perspective of Patroclus. Not really much to say beyond that, really?
This Is How You Lose The Time War, by Amal El-Mohtar and Max Gladstone - Is "Time Travelling Spycraft Transhumanist Enemies To Lovers Lesbian Romance" a thing? I mean, it should be. Probably the best book I read in 2020.
The Quantum Thief by Hannu Rajaniemi - Okay proper high transhumanism. Um, so, it's Arsène Lupin, except in a gonzo sci world where he's been trapped in a prison where thousands of copies of himself are trapped in an endlessly iterating prisoners dilemma before his old flame (one of the posthuman gods of the inner system whose long term goal is rewriting the laws of physics to abolish entropy) sends a cybernetic mercenary from the Oort Cloud to break him out so he can steal back his memories for her (hidden somewhere on the clockwork city of Mars). It just gets weirder from there. Also Mieli is great.
The Ten Thousand Doors of January, by Alix E. Harrow - Turn of the (20th) century Portal Fantasy series about the young ward of a robber baron who keeps her father constantly travelling around the world digging about rarities and antiques for him to lock away in his private museum, who in her adolescence begins stumbling across doors to other worlds. Absolutely charming and with some passages I had to spend a minute or two just rereading again and again.
Spinning Silver by Naomi Novik - Very very very loosely based off Rumpelstiltskin, insofar as there's a poor girl and a faerie and a lot of gold changing hands. Russian-ish fantasy setting about a moneylender's daughter and a noble heiress and a peasant girl, and the dread king of Winter and a mortal prince whose made a binding pact with a demon of flame.
Downbelow Station, by C. J. Cherryh - Classic space opera about a prosperous trading station orbiting one of the only lifebearing worlds yet discovered, suddenly on the front lines as Earth's hold on its colonies finally collapses. Really hard to explain in any detail without going into way too much detail, except that it's the most, well, history-like bit of genre fiction I can really recall reading, and a big part of that is having like three dozen POVs and no real protagonist and zero sentimentality towards anyone. (to me this is a compliment)
....okay yeah that kind of got away from me. Zero idea how many of them are available on screen readers, I'm afraid (though I'd assume most?). Hope at least a couple look interesting!
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widow-maximov · 3 years ago
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I'll be your knight
Pairing: Natasha x Fem Reader
Warning: Language, fluff, angst, smut.
Summary: Dealing with sexism is a real struggle but eventually a line is crossed and anger is unleashed.
A/n: This is my first time writing smut so hopefully it's good enough :3
Word count: 3.5k
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Being an Avenger isn't easy, especially for any women that join the life style of a hero. You had to put up with sexist comments all the time, most of the time it didn't really bother you but the more you heard random men talking about your best friend like she was some toy, the more it annoyed you.
The comments towards you stopped when you were recruited by Tony Stark, there was some level respect for you and you kind of liked it.
You had some issues with opening up to the team but when Wanda, showed you they are harmless, you slowly opened up more and more as you knew that they were going to be your new family from now on.
Everyone on the team warned you about the one particular redhead but you didn't listen, you wanted to be her friend, she looked scary but is an actual softie, but only around you.
It took time for the Russian to even greet you when she saw you but for you it was worth it, you respected her and always been there for her when she had no one to turn to.
She warmed up to you as she saw the security you were offering her, and you never backed down from your offer, she wasn't keen on your presence but had to learn to accept it.
Even if she didn't trust you fully, that was okay. You trusted her with everything because you knew she was a human just like you and no doubt needed someone to lean on.
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You walked around, exploring the place that now it was your new home, you never saw anything more fancy than this place, the room you were staying in was more than enough for 4 people.
Your own tv along with your own big walk in closet and your own bathroom, literally a five star hotel, you didn't complain at all, you were just shocked at how spacious this all was.
Each room was bigger than the other and it was starting to get all confusing, when you left the room, you would get mixed up with the way you walked in.
You loved it but at the same time you hated it, you accidently bumped into the Russian, she looked sweaty in her work out clothes and you stared at her with awkwardness.
She eyed you and cleared her throat, attempting to walk past you and continue where she was going but you stopped her "I'm sorry to disturb you but I just want to know where I can find the gym"
You rubbed your neck awkwardly "I- um- I tried searching everywhere but I'm lost"
Usually when people stutter around Natasha, it meant they were obviously attracted to her but with how you stood and looked away from her just showed her that you were afraid of her.
She didn't smile or anything "Walk straight until you reach the end of the hall and turn left"
You looked at her but she was already on her way so you shouted "Thank you!"
You made your way with her instructions of where to go, she knew how to hide her emotions but it was totally shocking for you how she never had a smile across her lips.
This was your first real conversation, not the hello's or goodbye's. It was a proper conversation, well kind of a proper but it was a start and that's what made you happy.
Second encounter with the redhead was a lot better, the two of you actually had a normal conversation in the morning, you were barely awake so coffee was your way of helping with that.
Walking into the kitchen, not really expecting anyone up early this morning, but the sight of the yawning Russian met your eyes, you smiled at her the best you could as you turned to make yourself a coffee.
"You know there is a coffee maker here?" Her naturally raspy voice spoke which caused you to look at her.
"Yeah I seen it but I have no idea how to use it" You confessed, you weren't embarrassed, you just weren't that fancy to ever own one or even be around one.
She turned around without a word and pulled out a cup, placing it underneath the little nozzle and within seconds the coffee poured out, she took the cup and placed it down as she slid it towards you.
You looked at her and then back at the coffee "Thank you Natasha"
She nodded as she sipped on her own drink "Since you are the only person who is up right now, you mind taking a look at this report, I'm not really sure what it means"
You was taken back, she was asking you for help? Shouldn't she know all of the reports like the back of her hand? She noticed your silence "Or you don't have to, I'll probably figure-"
"No, no I have nothing to do today so I don't mind helping" You smiled and took the coffee with you as you followed her into the room where she had a loads of reports laid out.
You looked at all of them "You know you can work on two reports at a time?"
She nodded "I know but the more I do within a certain time, the less I have later on"
You nodded as you sipped your warm coffee, it was very different to what you were used to, but this was definitely easier to get used to. It was the first time Natasha spent more than 2 minutes with you and you were more than happy to accept that.
So from that time, the two of you worked every morning with each other on reports, you learnt so much from her and in some way she learnt more about you rather than from you, she was impressed by your calmness with her constant questions.
To be fair you wanted to open up to the Russian, she had that safety vibe coming of her and you knew that she would never betray you or your trust that you put in her.
The mornings spent on reports also turned into evenings and soon there was movies every other day, she loved horror movies but you on the other hand loved action movies, there was plenty of action as a hero of the world but it never was enough.
She started to show herself around you more often and you really liked how you could make her laugh with simply couple words. She loved how close she gotten to you and how you trusted her with everything.
She had some doubt but you were always to reassure her, she was thankful for it each time, so in return she would ask you questions about yourself and you never hesitated for a moment to tell her.
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But the problem was that not everyone saw it like that, they saw her for her body but not for her heart which is one of many reasons to why she was slow at opening up.
It angered you that people didn't want to treat her like anyone else, just because she was gorgeous didn't automatically make her less of a human.
Today was one of those days where you were busy, like busy busy, overloaded with bunch of reports that needed to be sorted before the next day, so you spent your whole day in you room, you glared at the clock on the wall.
You was doing this for 6 hours straight, no breaks so you decided to just do that. You stood up and stretched out, walking out of your room without anyone around, it did ignite curiosity in you so you walked around cautiously to see what was the deal.
Three of your teammates with two random agents were placed on the couch in the living room, trapping Natasha in between them, from her body language she didn't want to be there.
Bruce and Bucky along with Steve seem to laugh at the agents jokes, you moved closer to the door as you listened to what they were saying.
"Come on Natasha, you should do that power pose and show off that body" One of the agents spoke up as they eyed the Russian.
The other agent tried to move closer to her but hesitated, knowing she could easily tackle him "You can't let that body go to waste"
The anger was raising as words spilled out of their mouths, why didn't Steve stop them? Did he really think that as well?
"I was near to tapping that ass but you know women" Bruce made a comment as he laughed along with the agents.
"If she dyed her hair blonde, the amount of jokes we could make then" Bucky smirked as he spoke loudly.
Natasha was just taking in all of the comments, you could see across her face that she didn't enjoy it at all, so she stood up and what they did next made you finally act.
They all looked at her ass and whistled "Romanoff, you should dance for us, show off those curves"
"I am a little hungry as well, you might as well move that pretty ass of yours and make us something to eat" One of the agents spoke up as he laughed.
You walked in as you raised your brows at the 5 men sitting and eyeing Natasha as a piece of meat, you pulled her into you causing her to jump a little but relax when she realised it was you.
They all looked at you and the other agent smirked "Are yous going to put on a lesbian show for us?"
Now you wasn't just unimpressed but also pissed, you pulled yourself away from the Russian as you stepped forwards in front of Natasha "Listen here you little dick, If I hear that you even looked at Natasha in any way, I will fucking haunt you and make sure you don't live to see tomorrow"
His friend was terrified, he gulped when you looked at him "As for you, I want you to go and make her a fucking five star meal and if it's not good, I swear to god you'll regret being born"
He shook his head so fast as he stood up but you stopped him with your powers "You want a show? I will fucking give you a show"
You gripped his face, squishing his cheeks very firmly, your hand started to glow blue as you made him hallucinate that he was in pain, from the fact that he couldn't move and he felt as if his skin was being peel off he only could scream.
You looked at the 4 men who looked very terrified of you, your eyes had flames and you wasn't going to go easy, on neither of them "If any of you ever comment anything sexist or inappropriate about any woman, including Natasha. I will make your life a living hell"
"Do yous understand?"
They shook their heads and scattered away from you as fast as they could, you let go of the dude in front of you, he looked weak but he gotten up so fast that you could swear he had powers as well.
You turned towards Natasha, worried "Are you okay? Did they touch you?"
You looked her up and down as you made your way towards her, she shook her head with a small smile. You pulled her into a hug as a single tear slid down Natasha's face.
You pulled away as you wiped that tear off with your thumb "Why didn't you act Nat?"
"What's the point? It wont stop them from saying what they want Y/n/n"
The pain in your heart was strong at the words, how could any woman not be scared of what could happen if they do protest against men.
You cupped her face as you looked into her eyes "Natasha Romanoff, I promise you that I will protect you from their filthy mouths"
She smiled, this time it met her eyes which caused you to smile. You crushed on Natasha for a long time and promised yourself that when the time was right you would tell her but each time it was harder to do so.
Her and Bruce at the time were something but when she decided to break it off, you were there for her you told her she didn't need to tell you the reason to why she decided that but reassured her that it was probably a good reason to do so.
Now you are holding her face as her eyes are locked with yours, you could feel those butterflies in your stomach raise up "I will be your knight in casual clothes because armour isn't my style"
She laughed with her whole heart, causing you to laugh as well "Gosh I love you.."
You froze at her words, and so did she, her eyes widen at her words but she knew there was no way out of this so she pulled her sleeve and started to fidget with it.
Your hands were on her face but dropped at those words, you stood still trying to understand what just happened, she continued as she looked down "I hope that's okay but I love you Y/n"
You couldn't believe your ears, the woman who always had trouble opening up, right now was vulnerable with her whole heart to you and you was stuck, frozen as you stared at her.
"I never had anyone stand up for me the way to did today, I started to realise that I had feelings that one day when you were near to death on that mission" She was still fidgeting with her sleeve.
"It's okay if you don't feel the same way but you just needed to know.." She confessed, she was standing in front of you holding her heart out in her hands, offering you to take it.
You smiled whole heartily as you looked into her eyes when you pulled her face by her chin "It's more than okay Tasha"
Your hands dropped to her hips as you pulled her in closer to you "Because I love you too"
That look in her eyes, you could see that she had those butterflies too, her eyes locked with yours, she tilted her head slightly to the side and crashed her lips against yours.
Her hands were placed on the back of your neck pulling you deeper into her kiss, you slowly backed her into the wall and when her back hit the wall, she gasped which you used the opportunity to slide your tongue inside her mouth.
The kiss became heated real quick, forgetting that the two of you were still in the public place, only when someone cleared their throat, make the two of you look where the sound came from.
Natasha hid her face in the crook of your neck as she quietly laughed at how awkward that is, you pulled yourself away from her as you looked in the direction of Tony, who looked at you with pure disgust.
"As if you never done this, but sorry you had to witness..." You rolled your eyes at him at first but looked over at Natasha who was still leaning on the wall "This"
She smiled as she intertwined her hand with yours and tugged it to pull you out of the living room, the two of you made it to her room but it wasn't long before you reclaimed her lips with your own.
This time it was a little bit more gentle, you backed her up to the bed as the back of her leg hit the bed frame, before you pushed her back and claimed on top of her.
The only light was the moonlight that was shining through the blinds, you kissed her passionately and redirected your kisses down to her neck, she moved her face to the side giving you more access to her neck.
You left marks as you slightly stank your teeth in but sucked the spot right after, earning a few small moans from the redhead beneath you, she was slowly turning into a mess but she managed to slightly pull you away.
"Don't you have a lot of work?" She asked a little worried but lust was more visible.
"It can wait" You declared as you looked into her eyes "Are you sure you want this?"
She smiled at you being caring and asking for consent "I want this детка (baby)"
You smirked as you placed a soft kiss on her lips and returned to her neck, giving it a couple more kisses and slowly moving down, the only thing that stopped you was the material of her clothes.
She slightly lifted herself off as you pulled her shirt off, exposing her upper body, you looked at her in admiration, her eyes had slight doubt across them but you were quick to reassure her.
"You are beautiful Tasha" You meant every word that came out of your mouth.
There was a blush across her cheeks as she smiled at you, your hand reached for the back of her bra as you unhooked it and pulled it off her.
You took couple of seconds to admire the view before attaching your mouth to her nipple, she bit her bottom lip to prevent her from moaning.
Your free hand glued itself to the other breast, giving it the same amount of attention as your mouth did, you moved your lips to her ear as your hand kept playing with her now hard nipple.
"I want to hear you Natty" You whispered into her ear and with that Natasha moaned into your ear causing a small smirk to settle on your lips.
You continued to kiss down her body until you reached the bottom of her stomach, you looked up at her to see if she was okay, she nodded to give you the confirmation.
You pulled her shorts off along with her underwear, exposing the bottom half of her body, you could smell her arousal which only fuel you on.
You teased her as you kissed her inner thigh, leaving marks there as well, you would from time to time lock eyes with her. You moved closer to her pussy, teasing her with your tongue causing some frustrated moans to escape her mouth.
Her hips would buck as you would teasingly lick her wet folds, she looked down at you as her eyes were consumed with lust "Please Y/n! Just fuck me already"
That's all you needed to hear before you attached your mouth to her dripping pussy, giving her clit the attention first as the more louder moans escaped her mouth.
You gripped her with your hands as your tongue worked it's magic against her hard clit, she was gripping the bed sheets as moans were spilling out of her lips, not caring if anyone heard.
You moved one of your hands as you slipped one of your fingers inside her and without letting her adjust you started to thrust into her, the feeling of pleasure was building up quickly in the bottom of her stomach with each thrust.
"Oh god" Those were the only words she managed to choke out, she was soaked which stoked up your own arousal along with her moans.
Her hips were quick to match your pace as you thrusted, bringing her closer and closer, you pushed the second finger inside and this time you curled the two fingers, hitting her spot all over again.
One of her hands gripped your arm as her nails dug into your skin, the other hand was still tightly gripping the bedsheet, her head was thrown back as you came up to her face.
Your pace of your fingers never slowing down but thrusting harder and fast "Let me show you how you should be treated instead darling.."
You kissed her lips as she moaned, you moved back down as you felt her walls tighten, knowing she was about to cum. You pushed your fingers even deeper into her, her breathing was heavy letting out low and loud moans.
You watched as the orgasm consumed Natasha with your name falling freely from her lips, you slowed down your thrusts to let her ride out her orgasm, holding her steady pulling your fingers out of her as you licked her clean, and moved back up to her lips.
Kissing her as she slightly moaned at the taste of herself into the kiss, you pulled away from her as she was still breathing heavily, staring into your eyes with a smile.
"Now it's your turn" She spoke in between breathes.
You shook your head "Not today darling, today's focus is you.."
You stripped yourself naked as you pressed your warm body against Natasha, glaring at the marks you left and holding her tight in your arms as she slowly calmed down from her high.
You were sure in this moment that you wanted to hear her moan your name till the rest of your life, it was the music to your ears and you didn't want it any other way.
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sparklycitrus · 3 years ago
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Well Hello Again
Hi lovely peoples. I've come back from winter hibernation, i.e. I finally watched No Time to Die (had to pay 6 bucks to rent it, and, uh, yeah, not worth! lol), and so, I can check my tumblr again sans spoilers. Freedom!
I'm not sure if the 00q fandom is still around haha. But that's okay, AO3 is still plentiful, and I've signed up for this year's 00QRBB, because I'm rusty with writing fanfic and that is a great motivator. I also have about a half-year's worth of fics to read through (and plenty of mad fix-its, I presume.) If I plan to actually follow canon I'd stop right in the middle of the film and pretend everything that happened after was a figment of a fever dream. Pure personal preference - y'all do whatever y'all like, I'll read and comment and love all the fics regardless.
So, if you still have me on your dash and is still in 00q leave me a holler if you want. I'll be here for a good bit. See y’all around!
(Rambly, personal movie gripes below. I literally just finished the film last night so it's fresh on my mind. Feel free to skip.)
Canon things I've learned and other things I’m going to adjust in my writing:
Q canonically dates men (and women? not clear), has two Sphinx cats, and has seriously gotten over his fear of flying (if he really were, at all). Also, he seems to like chinoiserie and other oriental things, which I don't know how I feel about. But I think that's more due to the flavoring of No Time to Die stemming from Dr. No. So, might not necessarily make its way into my fic settings.
Nomi is, um, not a lesbian? At least I didn’t notice on screen? I’ve heard from fandom since forever before this movie came out that she’s a lesbian, but I haven’t seen it confirmed one way or another in the film. Maybe I missed a throwaway dialogue, but, yeah. I’m going to operate as if it’s not set in stone. Plus, she’s a double-oh agent. Probably have to swing both ways for the job.
Safin has some of the murkiest motivation ever. Like, why does he need to kill everybody in the whole world when he already has a perfectly good reason to be evil - revenge on Spectre! If the plot needs Bond to die for Madeleine they can easily make it so Safin’s goal is to torment every person ever related to Spectre, especially a White, without the dubious “kill the world!” ambition. It’ll be more dramatic and personal and makes more sense. Yeah, anyway, looks like Raoul Silva will still be the only villain I’ll attempt to write about in my fics.
And last, this is just a giant gripe, but nanobots. Eternal. Nanobots. I don’t even - you know, Q himself just proved that nanobots are not eternal because he has to re-inject Bond with the damn nano Smartblood because, I assume, the thing ran out of power during Bond’s retirement. If you can make a perpetual energy generator no matter what it runs on I think you just solved the world energy crisis. Could’ve just said something like “it has a half-life of 50 years” so Bond’ll be dead before he can touch his family without killing them - same goddamn effect without completely breaking immersion. I’m pretty sure that was when the film lost me - when they claim anything robotic is eternal. I know Bond gadgets are some serious science fiction but, this one just irks me to no end.
Okay, gripes over. Sorry for the wall of text. Peace!
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jadedxrealityw · 4 years ago
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-Chapstick- Pansy Parkinson x Female Reader
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   Kody: the lesbians have risen
  Request: pansy x reader where they are friends & reader loves chapsticks very much because chapped lips also the taste and the smell are cute ?? and then she has different variants of it. Pans could smell it sometimes when she purposely gets closer, got curious one time and asked for it and she casually gave it. One time Pans asked what flavour was the one on her lips right now because it's different from the usual??? and reader was like see for yourself and then they ki- IM SO GAY FOR PANSY PARKINSON - 💐
  House: Slytherin
  Possible Triggers / Warnings: lesbian power couple baby, cursing, y/n being a bottom, making out. 
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   since day one you had been best friends with Pansy Parkinson. Even in your small little friend group that consisted of Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, and Theodore Nott, you just gravitated towards Pansy more. Maybe it was because you were both girls or the fact that you had met her first.
   throughout your school years you and Pansy were like a power duo. Some were scared, some wanted your title, and the rest despised you both. Even with all the popularity you weren’t mean or cude to people who didn’t deserve it. Kill them with kindness is what you’d always say.
   around your 6th year is when you enveloped your slight chapstick addiction. You had noticed your lips become more flaking and chapped as you grew up so over the summer when you visited america you bought a pack with a variety of different flavors. 
   Pansy made fun of you at first because of how quickly you had started to buy more and more until you had a collection. After all the teasing you two developed a sort of game you could say. Anytime Pansy could smell the chapstick on you she would try and guess what scent it was.
   at first it was cute and friendly, but out of nowhere she would grab your face and bring it close to hers so she could smell the chapstick. It would be so sudden and make your stomach twist in a way you had never felt before, especially when she would send you a wink after she backed away. 
   after a lot of thinking and ‘therapy’ sessions with Theo you had come to the conclusion that you had fell for your best friend. It was very cheesy, but it was true. Pansy Parkinson had stolen your heart and you terrified at the power she held over you.
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   7th year
   you were practically running towards the field, hoping the outfit you chose would keep you warm enough in the nippy weather. You did not want to be late to Draco and Blaises quidditch match against Gryffindor. Of course you cheered on your friends, who wouldn’t?
   you began to climb up the stairs to make your way into the stands. Once you make it to the top you gaze through the crowd and spot the familiar black haired female leaning back to look up at the sky. She looked very focused on something in the sky.
   Pansy was wearing a large black sweater with some kind of white t-shirt sticking out from the bottom with matching black pants and shoes. She looked in casual clothes- in anything really. You make your way through the crowd, pushing past a couple people while mumbling ‘excuse me’ and such.
   you take a seat next to Pansy who looks back down to face you “Thought you weren’t gonna show. You look nice by the way” she comments and you shake your head. You were wearing a black crop with matching pants and a oversized navy blue hoodie. 
   your stomach twist like many times before. “Thanks” you reply before suddenly realizing you were missing a friend “Where’s Theo?” you ask. Pansy lifts up her hand to point in front of her. You follow her finger until you spot the back of Theos head “He wanted to be closer to watch Blaise”
   you nod once before you heard Lee Jordan begin the announcements.
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   while watching a breeze blew past you and towards Pansy. The Slytherin girls nose scrunched up as she smelled something, something fruity? (because your gay duh) She turns to look at you, brown eyes narrowed. You felt her eyes on you and face her “What?-” 
   Pansy grabs your face with both of her hands. You could feel the cold metal of the rings she wore against your cheek. Pansy leans in close, her nose centimeters from your mouth. You could hear her sniff as your face began to feel hot. 
   she was so close. The smell of hrt minty breath from her gum she had been chewing made everything in your body flare up. It was only a second, but felt like hours before she pulled away “Your wearing strawberry” Pansy had a cocky smirk on her face as she spoke, her hands slowly falling from your face
   you blink mindlessly as you reach into the packet of your jacket. You pull out the tube of strawberry chapstick. Pansy’s smirk only grows wider “Knew it, what's my prize?” she asked. Your face twist a bit. A prize? She had never asked for one before.
   “What do you want?”
   “A Kiss”
   your mouth opens a bit to speak, but you choke on your words instead. Pansy lets out a chuckle and turns to face forward again “I’m only kidding”
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   you were walking alongside Pansy, Theo, Draco and Blaise. You were all leaving the quidditch field and head back to the common room. Slytherin had won and the team was going out for butterbeer at the three broomsticks. Draco and Blaise had opted out saying they wanted to celebrate with close friends.
   just you guys, how sweet.
   “So- did Y/n and Pans. I flew past you guys and for a brief second and i swore i saw you guys making out” Draco spoke making Blaise and Theo laugh. “You guys were what now? I knew you were close, but no that close damn” Draco adds were made the boys laugh even harder.
   you roll your eyes playfully and walk behind behind Draco. He doesn’t see you as you wack the back of his head “Ow!” he exclaimed. Pansy chuckles “We were not making out by the way. I was smelling her chapstick” she explains. The boys nod and silence consumes you all after that.
   that is until Theo speaks up “That’s still gay”
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   you all spent the night together, talking, goofing around, and drinking firewhiskey. It was a fun idea at the time, but you all got wasted more than you’d like to admit. Your E/c eyes open slowly and your met with skin? You lift your head up, you were laying on top of Pansy.
   Y/n.exe has stopped working
   she was wearing her black flannel pants as well as her matching sports bra. Your heart might have stopped right then and there. You look down at what you were wearing and noticed you only had your undergarments and Pansy’s sweater that she had worn at the game. 
   before having time to freak the hell out you heard the black haired girl mumble under you “morning” she mumbles, her eyes opening slowly. You give her a half smile before sitting up “Um- how did- how did i end up here?” you ask. Pansy uses her elbows to prop herself up.
   she pushes her bangs from her face. They had began to grow over her eyes, but refused to cut them after you said you liked them longer. “You got a bit tipsy so i brought you here to rest. As well as those three” she says and points to the floor. You raise a brow and crawl to the edge of the bed.
   on the floor was Blaise and Theo cuddling on the ground. Cute. Draco was laying next to Blaise curled up in a ball with a blanket over him. Also cute. “Damn, i guess you played mom for a bit huh?” you joke, sitting back down on the bed. 
   Pansy shrugs her shoulders “You could say that. Your hug things in your sleep, did you know that?”
   “I’m sorry what?”
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   later in the day you were in your own dorm room studying for an exam in charms you had the next day. While writing down a few notes you heard your door open. You place the quill down and turn in your chair to see Pansy at the door. 
   she had on a black t-shirt with a sheer long sleeve one underneath, black pants with a white dragon that stopped above her ankles and black socks with checkered vans. Pansy had a plate of food in each hand “Theo told me you hadn’t eaten lunch yet so i brought you some.”
   “You look cute by the way” she adds with a wink
   you smile lightly and pat the chair next to yours “I’m guessing you came to eat with me as well?” you ask and she nods, taking a seat. She places the plate of food in front of you and places her down as well. Pansy began to move your textbooks around as you reached into the pocket off your black jeans.
   you pulled out your new chapstick ‘fruit punch’ and took off the cap. You smear it on your bottom lip before popping the cap back on and into your pocket while rubbing both your lips together to apply it evenly. Pansy smells something fruity again and smiles lightly.
   except for this smelt different. Way different. Nothing you had worn before.
   Pansy looks at you as you grab a fork with a amused smirk “New chapstick?” she asked. You noticed her playful tone. Turning in your sea you face Pansy “Maybe, maybe not” you say vaguely, shrugging your shoulders. Pansy rolls her eyes and faces you too.
   like last time she reaches up and grabs your face, pulling it close to hers. You hear her sniff just like before, but this time her eyebrows furrow “What the fuck is that?” she asks, making you laugh quietly “Can’t figure it out?” you tease. Her brown eyes narrow into a glare “Shut up” she hisses.
   what a baby
   Pansy stays like that for a couple seconds before exhaling loudly “What the hell is it” she grumbles. A risky idea popped into your mind in an instant. It was dumb, but you were so tired of just being friends with her. You were willing to risk it all in one question.
   “See for yourself then”
   you couldn’t really remember much between the the couple seconds of silence. All you remember is Pansy’s lips on your feverishly. She leaned into kiss you deeper, making you almost fall out the chair. She was not taking it slow in the slightest.
   As Pansy’s mouth moves against yours she leans down and uses her hands to scoop up your thighs. She lifts you up and you wrap your arms around her waist tightly, making Pansy let out a muffled noise. You felt a hard surface hit your back and assumed Pansy had leant you against the wall.
   Pansy ran her tongue against your bottom lip. You open your mouth slightly for her and Pansy’s tongue slipped into your mouth instantly. You felt a cold piece of metal on your tongue that connected to hers. It took you a second to process what it was.
   she had a tongue piercing
   “You have a tongue piercing?” you ask between hot kisses. You feel her smirk against your lips as one hand traces circles on your exposed stomach. She pulls away for a moment “Yeah. Problem?” she questions, panting slightly. You shake your head quickly “Nope- it’s just really hot”
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   an hour later
   “You owe me ten galleons” Draco spoke.
   Blaise groans and reaches into his pocket to dig out the money and place it in his hands “Yeah, yeah whatever” he grumbles.
   Theo smiles happily “I’m so happy for them!”
   Draco nods slowly “I’m pretty sure the whole house heard them though”
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   Taglist: @the--queen-of-hell @sonbelleame @dracosathenaeum @pxroxide-prinxcesss 
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   Kody- lesbian things lesbian things. Anyways request are open, peace.
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victor-aguilar · 9 months ago
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OKAY so like i love these chars so much truly some of my blorbos of all time
if you have ever checked my blog, you will probably have heard me screaming abt alex wilder um lmao. he's as close to a main character as you can get aside from nico. hes a nerd!!!! hes the leader of the group. he has no superpowers sad :( hes like a technical computer genius or wtv he hacks!! he makes random references all the time that none of the others get. i am like obsessed with him. hes the one that brings all together again, and really i think hes like the one that makes them all work. they lose him for a few eps in tbw last season and everything goes to shit so im right. out of all the kids, hes the most disillusioned with his parents and he sends his mom to jail!!! in like his most badass scene hes really cool. he has a lot of issues just like the rest of them however his are focused on the least, the others kinda ignore him but its fine he doenst care. um soo many thoughts abt him always. its embarrassing
nico minoru!!!!! is like the other main char, Maybe more than alex. shes bi!! canon! shes a goth witch! and has the coolest styel and fahsion sense omg. she is so cool. shes like the mom of th3 group. i feel so bsd i wrote so abt alex um she has this staff thqt she can do spells with!!! but like as the show progresses its less the staff and more her own magic the staff helps her control
karolina dean is a lesbian!!!! she literally glows rainbows like fuck yeah. she is an alien? like her dad was so shes half alien thats where her powers come from. her parents ran a church that was very cult like and as she learns abt everything with her parents she learns their relgion was a lie made up from her real birth father (the aliem) and like she goes through so many revelations and crises my poor girl her and nico are light and dark soulmates!!!! and like yippee for that
gert yorkes is amazing!! as the show goes along she stops going from the toxic blinf feminism to a more self assured informed world view like she used to hollowly activist stuff (idk how to phrase that) but as she became a run away and had to fend for hersled after being pampered and privileged her whole life she kimda grew up? yeah. SHE HAS A DINOSUARA. old lace!!! she named her after the maim character of onw of her fav movies. he loves old hollywood. same. she is telepathically linked to the dinosaur. purple hair.
molly hernandez!!!! is gerts little sister (adopted but that doesnt matter) shes 14 the others are 16 at the start of the series, she has her quince at the end of the second season. she has super strength!!! shes vv cool. even though shes younger than the others, shes just as much a part of this as them and like yippee
um anyway the parents are all vvv cool!!! too they are so complex and arent just 2d carboard villains they. have lives and probelms of their own uh yeah!
um hii i was the shy anon or wtv hi
omg it's youu hiii!!!!!
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omgsquee2001 · 3 years ago
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They Save You/You Meet Again: Star
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Warnings: Hate against the LGBTQ+ community. Nothing violent, just some unkind words. 
//I also want to remind you all that, as part of the LGBTQ+ community, me being Bi, and even if I wasn’t I do not, at all, mean anything that is said in this preference. I think love is love, no matter who it is with. If reading this is triggering to you, please do not force yourself to read it. My profile is welcome to anyone and everyone and is a safe place for everyone. If you need someone to talk to, please don’t hesitate to reach out to me and I will do my best to help you out. I love you all and you are beautiful and perfect just the way you are.//
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"Aunt Lucy, I'm going out to the boardwalk, is that okay?" You called as you walked down the steps from your room. Lucy looked up from where she was having dinner with Michael, Sam and Grandpa. Lucy looked at you in surprise. 
"Oh, um, sure dear. Are you sure you're going to be okay with the outfit that you're wearing?" She asked. You looked down at your outfit. You were wearing a black tank top crop top,
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rainbow shorts, symbolizing pride,
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and some black high heeled combat boots. Your aunt worried for you sometimes. She thought that the outfits you wore would welcome some unwanted attention from the community around you. However, you were proud to be lesbian and weren't afraid to show it. You smiled at you aunt's worry. You knew how to handle yourself. You walked over and kissed your aunt's cheek. 
"Thanks, Aunt Lucy, I'll be fine," you looked at your cousin. "Hey, is it cool with you if I take your bike, Michael? Thanks, bye." You said, walking out of the house before Michael could protest. You got onto the bike and started it up. You had a motorcycle of your own when you lived back in [H/T].
You rode into town, parking Michael's bike next to some familiar looking motorcycles. You smiled slightly, happy that you might get to see Star again. She was extremely pretty and you wanted a chance to get to know her, more than you did the last time you saw her. You turned off the bike and got off, making sure to hit the stand so that the bike sat up straight. You made your way through the board walk, not having any particular destination in mind. You bought some cotton candy and continued on, walking through the tourist attraction that was the boardwalk. It was then that you heard it. The words that you always heard when you were in [H/T]. 
“Go back to where you belong, freak!” 
“Your kind isn’t welcome here!” 
It always hurt to some extent. The fact that you weren’t seen as even a human being, just because you were attracted to the same gender. You learned to block those comments out. You still had family that loved and supported you and saw you as a human being. The slurs against you kept coming. It was then that a familiar voice rang out. 
“Why don’t you pick on someone your own size!” The voice shouted. You turned around and saw Star. She stood there, the same group of bikers behind her. The same as when you first saw her. One of the people who were shouting at you scoffed. 
“And what are you gonna do about it, girly?” The person teased. Star glared at them. The platinum blonde also glared at the person and revved his engine in a show of power. The person flinched, obviously intimidated by the four biker males. As the people left, Star walked up to you, a kind smile on her beautiful face. 
“Are you alright?” She asked. You smiled at her. 
“I could have handled them on my own, you know. But thanks.” You said. Star smiled. 
“Well, we girls have to stick together, don’t we?” She asked. You looked at her in surprise. 
“A-are you, I mean,” you stuttered. You didn’t want to make her uncomfortable by assuming something that she probably wasn’t. Star smiled. 
“Yeah. I’m lesbian.” She said. You smiled. Star smiled and nodded her head towards the bikes. “Why don’t you come back to our hideout with us? Come live a little.” She said. You shrugged and took her stretched out hand. Your aunt hadn’t set a curfew for you. You mounted Michael’s bike. What’s the worst that could happen? 
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