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justalittletotheleft · 2 days

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my little friend that I play with keeps sending me your stories because she's clearly feeling jealous of the girls in your stories, I think that would make a cute story of a girl who shares this kind of stuff and tries to pretend that it's not absolutely what she wants. She has sent me the "check your pullup" hypno story about 5 times~

aweee that’s so cute! seems like someone’s too shy to admit they need to go back to the basics. here’s a little story for her, hopefully it’ll help her accept her inevitable decline back to diapers!

you stare at the photo confused. is that really what you look like? you look like such a baby! how didn’t you notice before?

a few months ago, you sent daddy some stories. harmless little stories about little girls (like you) being put back into diapers. it’s totally not something you’d want, you’re a big girl! you just though that uh maybe daddy would enjoy it?

after maybe one two many stories, daddy sent you some hypnosis files to listen to throughout the day. you can’t say no to daddy right? so you started listening to them, like a good girl!

it just seemed so natural, adding pull-ups to your shopping list, buying some cuter clothes from the little girls section, not even being alarmed when you’d wake up drooling with your thumb in your mouth!

every call with daddy now seemed to end in a soaked pull-up, but that’s what they’re there for right? he reassures you that “accidents happen”, and not to worry about unknowingly soaking your padding.

so when daddy texted asking for a pull-up check, you immediately got your camera open and snapped a photo. but you look so. babyish.

you’ve been walking around for days, hair in pigtails, clothes from the little girls section, all with a pull-up underneath. you remember getting some funny looks in public, you barely cared. but now, staring at yourself in the photo, you squirm and blush, you seriously look stupid, like an,oversized toddler! how did you leave the house like this?

your phone starts to ring before you can panic anymore. daddy’s calling! he can fix this! you pick up the phone without hesitation.

“princess, what’s taking you so long? your pull-ups not wet, is it?”

“no! course not daddy! i’m a big girl, it’s dry-“

you cut yourself off. hand on the front of your pull-up, you feel it expanding and growing warmer underneath your hand. you were wetting yourself. you could barely feel it.

“awww did you have an accident baby girl?”

daddy croons teasingly on the line.

“uh maybe…”

you hear him chuckle.

“that’s okay potty pants, why don’t you go change into one of those diapers you ordered the other day? you’ve been pottying in those pull-ups a bit to much lately!”

you whine. he’s not wrong. you haven’t had a dry night in weeks, and usually have at least one accident during the day.

“no! what did you do to me! i’m a big girl! why am i acting like a baby!”

you shake your head, trying to get the fuzzy feeling of daddy’s voice to stop.

“what do you mean sweetheart? this is what you asked for! daddy just followed all those cute little stories you sent him.”

“no daddy, those were a joke! just something you’d like, i don’t want to be a baby!”

you whine, moving in front of a mirror stare at the infantile girl in your reflection.

“you don’t have to lie princess. daddy knows what you really want, so go be a good girl and put on a nice thick diaper for daddy, mkay?”

you feel your brain get fuzzy. suddenly, your reflection doesn’t look so wrong. daddy’s right! you do want to be a little baby! why resist him?

“okay daddy!”

you toddle over to your diaper drawer, wet pull-up cooling between your legs.

“good girl, just sink deeper and deeper for daddy okay? i’ll send you some new hypnosis files right now baby, it sounds like you’re ready for phase two of your regression!”

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blurglesmurfklaine · 2 days

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I saw TUTS Newsies last night and here are some little things I noticed and also thoughts and opinions because I have them!

The *second* the actor stepped on stage, @jlmjlmjlm leans over to me and says “He is SO Davey” and I 1000% agree. Costume, acting, the way he held himself? Perfection. THE Davey of all time

((Davey was the show stealer for me honestly. He was so fucking good. Put his whole Davussy into everything. Probably the best tenor in the show and also a great dancer))

PULITZER HAS A RUSSAIN/EUROPEAN ACCENT??

In the first circulation gate scene where Davey is introduced, Race sits on a stack of newspapers and continuously drums on them, kind of in his own little world, incredible ADHD coded

In the transition after the “That’s disgusting/that’s business” scene, Les spits on his hand and shoves it in Davey’s face. Davey moves out of the was but cracks the fuck up. It’s so siblings and so damn cute

Davey tries to follow Jack when he goes up to the box to speak with Katherine, but Jack stops him

The scene before TWWK shows Davey as MUCH more conflicted than livesies. He’s not standing with the newsies, he’s in the middle of the stage and keeps looking back between the circulation gate and them and finally goes with the newsies to strike and it’s SO GOOD

Honestly this whole scene Davey is SUCH A FUCKING LEADER and it’s amazing! Not only Jack, but the rest of the newsies keep looking for to him for guidance on the strike and it’s very funny but also so good. I think this might be my favorite Davey yet.

In the Seize the Day fight scene, one of the goons picks up Les and Davey and a few other newsies go to help him and then use him as a battering ram

“The woild is… *dramatic pause, looks off into distance* ya erster!” “Ya what?” 😒 “*redoes dramatic pause* Ya erster!”

No tap break for KONY :(

But Katherine and Davey are BESTIESSSSS! She stands on the table and says “Alright Davey!”

Davey also ate during this dance scene and left not a single crumb

“Is that a real place? Is that—”*Davey takes off his hat and holds it to his heart and looks up to the sky like he’s swooning* “Santa Fe?”

The way they hid Katherine from Jack in Pulitzer’s office was SO FUCKING FUNNY. Pulitzer tells her to sit before Jack comes in and she does, but as soon as the door opens she makes the shrek meme face and spins the chair around and slides her back down the chair to hide and it was SO GOOD that actress was so fantastic!

When Davey is speaking at the rally before Jack gets there, one of the newsies shouts “YOU TELL EM DAVEY!” And it’s very cute and funny, these newsies looooove Davey

Oh my god the POST RALLY TRANSITION??? Is fucking amazing. Jack takes the money off to the side and disappears. Spotlight on Davey and the Manhattan newsies all forming a line on the apron. They all start looking for Jack, calling for him and no one can find him so they all look to DAVEY and start crowding him like “what do we do?” And Davey has no idea what to do, gets overwhelmed and runs offstage, all of the newsies following him

Before Once And For All, Katherine and Davey have an off to the side moment and give each other little hi-fives

*thick Russian accent* “It’s a compromise we can all live with”

“What’s Santa Fe got that New York ain’t? Sandstorms?”

When Jack and Katherine kiss at the very end of the show, all the newsies lose their shit and Davey is the ONLY one who doesn’t clap for them akdhsjsj

Overall, I was pleasantly surprised with and looooved how Davey-centric it was! One of my favorite Davey’s ever. He and Kath totally stole the show. Great experience and probably the best birthday present ever in the history 💞💞

#tuts newsies #newsies #katherine plumber #Davey Jacobs

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silken-moonlight · 2 days

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Older Alpha x Human Waitress Part 6

A/N: Hi there! Finally here with part six, i hope you guys like it! Part 7 will drop tomorrow 😊 also here you find my Masterlist!

Desmonds POV

Suddenly, the dogs began to bark and run toward his hiding spot. They must have smelled him. Were those dogs insane, running toward a large predator that could easily rip them apart?

His mate immediately followed them. "Pumpkin! Spice! Stop yelling at the raccoons!" she said to them angrily, running over to them and picking them up, one dog under each arm. To be honest, that looked utterly funny: two megalomaniac dogs being picked up like nothing. She brought them back inside, seemingly bringing them upstairs since he could see the light there. Desmond crept a little closer, wanting to look into her house through the glass doors.

He heard her steps, coming closer and the back door opened again. By now the alpha was glad that he had stayed in his spot, otherwise she would have seen him. There was a little bowl in her hand and she walked until she almost reached the tree line.

Since Desmond was in his full werewolf form, he appeared as an excessively large wolf. She stood nearly right next to him and called out, "Sweethearts, I have something for you!" She set the bowl down, which contained nuts and fruits. He presumed it was for the raccoons she had mentioned. Her scent wafted toward him on the gentle breeze. Oh, how he yearned to emerge from the darkness and enter her field of vision. Although he understood that it was not a wise decision, she would be frightened. Therefore, he remained concealed as she returned to her house.

His wolf whined, so desperate to be close to her that it physically hurt.

Your POV

The following morning came quickly; the morning sun filled your room, and you got up immediately. You were so happy to see your only friend again that you picked out an outfit and did your makeup quickly. When you were pleased with your reflection in the mirror, you grabbed your purse and said goodbye to your parents.

The café where Will and you met was a twenty-minute walk away; you made it in 15 minutes. Will had already waited for you, waving when he saw you. “It's so good to see you!” He yelled over the parking area and jogged over to you, immediately pulling you into a tight hug. You chuckled: “Good to see you too!” You said excitedly. In a matter of minutes, the two of you went inside and sat down, immediately beginning to talk. “Tell me about your latest travels,” you said to Will, who smiled and showed you so many pictures and videos of him and his girlfriend. Most of them were unpublished and unedited clips for their social media. They had been in the Carpathian Mountains, and the view you were seeing on his phone was absolutely breathtaking. You listened eagerly to every word that left his mouth, listened to every story and every detail. You loved listening to other people's stories. After half an hour, he stopped, since you two also needed to order, and looked at you.

“And what about you, tell me what happens in your life.” He said while sipping from his cold brew coffee. “Well nothing has really changed for me, mom and dad are still the same, Pumpkin and Spice get crazier by the day…” You thought for a moment: “Oh I do have something semi-exciting to tell. So we have this incredibly hot guest, he has been coming every evening for a week or more. We always make small talk, he is here for some kind of business. I think he has a crush on Mandy, and he tips at least 20% each time. I met him the other day in our bookstore and had to leave because of an emergency. A few days later he showed up at my work and gave me the books that I left behind.” You told him as he listened, being silent for a moment. “Okay, kind of weird.” He added and you nodded: “I think he’s like in the mafia. He gave me his card with his name and number on it, in case anybody gives me trouble.” Will’s eyebrows were raised: “That sounds like some of the smut books you told me about. Though yeah it really sounds like he is in something not good. So, what's his name then?”

“Desmond, I’ve forgotten his last name, though.” You said and fumbled for your phone to get out the card. You had put it in your phone case so you wouldn’t lose it. Will slammed his cup down harshly on the table, causing you to look up at him. “That's my brother,” he growled. You looked at Will, thunderstruck. “I smell him on you,” Will continued, still growling. “What…?” You asked, a little confused. Will had told you about his brother. Desmond had been the golden child, who could do no wrong and had been just like Will’s father. He had looked down on Will like the rest of his family.

“I…I’m sorry…I didn’t know.” You apologized. Will looked distressed and said, “It’s okay, really. Would you show me the card?” He asked, and you did. He quickly photographed it.

Desmonds POV

Desmond had a slow day; the meeting took longer than anticipated and was even more boring than the day before. He longed to see his mate; he physically ached. When he was finally finished and went to his hotel to freshen up, somebody banged on his door.

Desmond sighed and opened the door. What he had not thought would happen was that his brother, William, would be standing before him. Desmond stared at him, unable to comprehend what he was seeing. For years, he had tried to contact him. His little brother looked so diffrent, so adult, so...changed. A thousand emotions rushed through Desmond, things he wanted to say, he wanted to apologize, everything

“William.” He said softly, not knowing what to say. Will pressed his way inside: “Listen up asshole, I don’t know how you found me, I don’t care. But if you do not let my only friend in peace and stop trying to take her away from me…I will rip out your throat.” Desmond was absolutely confused.

“What are you talking about?” Desmond asked. “Oh don’t play innocent. My best friend ,Y/N L/N, waitress at the Sailor Boy. Ringing any bells?” The alpha was now even more confused but wanted to explain. “William, hear me out. I did not know that the two of you even know each other. I have been trying to find you for years, why don’t we sit down and talk?” William growled at him. “No, if you show up at her restaurant again I will find you and kill you.” Desmond sighed. “It's not that easy, she is my mate.”

William stared at him.”You fucking bastard, don’t think you can fool me!” Desmond answered: “I am not, she is my mate.”

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plussizefantasia · 3 days

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Broken Together

BlackCat!reader x Bucky Barnes

Chapter 5/6 : <Prev/ Next>

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: Talks of violence, suggestive language

A/N: okay so I fully planned to do a smut scene but then I chickened out because I've never written one before so.... sorry. ALSO: keep your eyes peeled for the kickoff post of my 300-follower (holy shit) celebration along with chapter 3 of the Fluttering Hearts series, both will be coming out before the end of the day!

You nod a solitary nod and reach for the door handle.

“I love you.”

That stops you cold in your tracks.

“Don’t say that.”

“That’s not really the reaction I was looking for if I’m honest.”

“Well what did you want me to say James?”

“I don’t know, really anything but don’t say that. I tell you how I’m feeling and you know that I’m not good with that feeling shit and your reaction is to tell me not to say it?”

“Jesus Bucky, I can’t ever tell with you! Two minutes ago you were giving me the silent treatment and being all pissy and now you tell me you love me? What am I supposed to do with that?!”

“I- just… I spent the whole night worrying about you, you were back there in that room all alone with those bastards and I couldn’t get to you. I just had to listen through comms and hope and pray to whatever God there is that you come out the other side.”

“Bucky, I can take care of myself.”

“I know that, really I do. I have never ever doubted that you could handle yourself but that doesn’t make it any less terrifying when you go somewhere I can’t reach you. It’s bad enough I had to watch you hanging off that asshole all night. Watching him touch you in the way I’d wanted to all night.” Bucky’s hands tighten around the wheel. You watch as he swallows something caught in his throat.“I watched and stood there like an idiot while he held you close and made you laugh and did everything I’d been dreaming about. I couldn’t look away though, as much as I wanted to becuase even a glimpse of your smile is enough to make all that shit worth it. But then I hear you being threatened, I watch you walk away with the target and not even five minutes later he pulls a gun on you? It took everyhting in me not to run to you, not to burst in and protect you with all I have.”

“I don’t need your protection-”

“I know that! Goddamn it I know that! I know that your amazing, that’s the only thing that kept me from running in there, knowing how good you are. How good my girl is at her job, she doesn’t need me, but I really fucking wish she did.”

“You’re girl? I’m not your girl James I- you don’t even like me?”

“What?! Why the hell do you think I don’t like you?”

You scoff, “You give me shit all the time. You call me Fury’s pet and you never fail to let everyone know just how much you don’t trust me.”

“I trust you, I trust you with my whole life, I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.”

“You have a funny fuckign way of showing it.” You cross your arms over your chest, this whole night scratch that day has been a total fucking emotional rollercoaster, you almost died and now here you are. The man who you love to hate and hate to love is spouting all kinds of heartfult shit and you’re reeling, I mean… what are you supposed to say to that?!

Bucky takes your silence harshly, he tries to fill the space with as many words as he can. He knows that he’s not good at this shit. He isn’t James Barnes the ladies man from the forties anymore, he’s too broken for that. But he can tell your broken too, and maybe you can be broken together?

“When I say that I love you, I mean it. I mean that I can’t stop thinking about you, when youre not next to me it’s like i can’t breathe. When I hear you laugh or see you smile my whole world lights up. God even when you’re yelling at me an throwing pillows and shit I can’t help but feel like a goddamn wire. I don’t know when I realized it was love, if it was months ago or minutes ago but I’m not taking it back. I don’t think I can ever take it back.” Bucky ends his rant with several big breaths. The whole time he was talking, his eyes never left the road, his hands never left the wheel.

“James, I- God fuck. I’m not a good person. I don’t deserve good things. Anyone i’ve ever been close to has told me the same shit, i’m too broken to be good to anyone.”

“Yeah. You’re broken. You’re a smart-mouth little piece of shit who doesn’t lok after herself and can’t follow a sleep schedule for the life of her and I love you.” He finally looks into your eyes.

“I don’t need a perfect girl, I don’t want a perfect girl, someone to hang off my arm and laugh at my jokes and just stand there looking pretty? I’ve had that and it gets boring really fucking fast. But you? I could spend the rest of my life trying to figure you out and I really really want to.”

“I’m not easy, and I don’t think I ever will be.”

“I like a challenge.”

“Well,-”

“Jesus, Stop trying to talk me out of this, I want you. I want you and all the messy shit that come’s with that.”

“I’m running out of reasons anyway.”

“What does that mean… for us I guess?”

“It means that if you can get us back to the hotel within the next five minutes I’m gonna let you see the pretty little number I have on underneath this dress.”

Bucky slammed on the gas.

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It took the two of you four minutes to get to the hotel, the entire time people were honking at your car weaving through traffic. You’re really fucking surprised that the two of you didn’t get pulled over.

Four minutes is a lot of time though, especially when your nervous as hell and have a penchant for self-sabatage. You don’t know how this is going to go. This is brand new territory for you and honestly your shitting bricks right now with how nervous you are.

It’s not like you’ve never been with anyone, but Bucky is the first guy that you’ll genuinely care what happens when it’s over. Most of the guys you’ve been with before have been the type to only want something physical from you, not that you were complaining, you had needs and they were willing to fuffil them. They just didn’t want to date you, and never once had any of them used the L-word.

You’re still reeling from Bucky’s confession. You have no idea how long he’s felt this way but the more you think about it the more it makes sense. For as long as you’ve known the man he’s been difficult to read, he build walls as easily as you do and he uses them to block out 99.99% of people in his life.

Now that you’re really thinking about it you’re astonished at how much he told you tonight. You guess having a gun pulled on the person you care about really makes you want to tell them everything you’d been holding back.

You’d be lying if you thought that there wasn’t something you also wanted to tell Bucky when you heard the safety click off. You don’t know if love is the right word, not yet but you do know that he means just about the world to you. The only person in your life who really seems to see you and understand what you’re thinking. You’ve always liked working with Barnes, it was easy, but now you think there might be something else to it.

Bucky pulls into a parking spot right at the front of the building and within seconds he’s by your door opening it and offering you a hand to step out.

“Eager?”

“Very.”

He pulls you out of the car but doesn’t step back, he crowds you in every sense of the word. You see and smell and think nothing but him. This close you notice the little things that you hadn’t before, like the little piece of hair that keeps falling onto his forehead, escaping the gel holding the rest of his locks back. Or the way small scars he has, one above his eyebrow, a line to the right of his lip, a little triangle under his eyes. You could spend hours studying him, he doesn’t give you that long tough,

“Can I kiss you?” He asks, moving closer to your mouth. You don’t answer, just push yourself into him. You practically melt at the little groan that falls past his lips.

His hands fall to your hips almost instintually, the grab ahold of you firmly not willing to let you move even an inch from his hold.

His mouth moves passionalty against yours, he takes his time really trying to get to feel you, to taste you. The pulls away only enough to get air into his lungs, resting his forehead agaisnt yours. God he could kiss you for a lifetime and even a bit longer than that.

“That was…” you start.

“Yeah.” The corners of his lips turn up into a genuine smile. You love his smile even if you don’t get to see it that often.

“James?”

“Yeah Kitty?” He giggles… this grown ass man giggles into you.

“Take me upstairs, these people don’t need a show.” You nod your head at the gathering of people outside, trying and failing to make it look like they weren’t just staring.

“Gladly.”

#james bucky buchanan barnes #james bucky barnes #bucky barnes #bucky barnes fanfiction #plus size reader #plus size!reader #fanfic #x reader #marvel fanfiction #bucky barnes x reader #requests wanted #requests open #blackcat!reader #bucky fanfic #bucky x reader #bucky barnes imagine

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thatoneneuvichiliauthor · 1 day

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Lmao, imagine Topaz watching the Aventio romance develop right in front of her as an outsider. Like suddenly one day her coworker (who, up until this point, was the type to never get close to anyone and call people 'friends' but view them only as assets to be used) is talking to her about business stuff before Ratio's voice can be heard arguing with some random ipc grunt. And Topaz watches as Aven's expression brightens and he stops what he was doing to go over and talk to Ratio (who was there to drop off some intelligencia guild paperwork and then visit the ipc's library to get some books that require a high clearance level for research purposes) And Ratio grumbles at Aven but he *removes his alabaster headpiece* which he almost never does? And they both start walking away while they bicker, only having eyes for each other. Topaz looks down at Numby and is just like 'I think he forgot I existed.' (she's never seen this more genuine side of Aven and seeing him get distracted by that doctor was kind of adorable lol)

Oh she would witness a complete metamorphosis for sure 🤣 Also it would be extra funny if she figured out just exactly where this is going before both Ratio and Aventurine do!

#aventio #ratiorine #aventurine #dr ratio #topaz #asks #rambling

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imaginespazzi · 1 day

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i wanna get on the pazzi train so bad but paige moves so weird that i want better for azzi. flirting with someone on live, entertaining tiktoks of people thirsting over you, idk it's just mad weird and it makes me think there's no way they're together and if they are then azzi's putting up with a lot of shit and i don't like that.

Stay off the train 🙏🏾😑

You know I was gonna ignore all this Jada-Paige commotion (beyond how it related to my Kazzi agenda) because I found the whole thing kinda funny (Jada's hella real for her reaction to Paige) and I'm not in the mood to get into discourse these days but then I got like three asks similar to this and so now, I needa rant because y'all piss me off

Genuinely, genuinely do y'all like either of these girls? Because this narrative is so ridiculous and disrespectful to both of them.

Paige, is literally a sweetheart. Like that girl is a golden retriever of a human being and values trust and loyalty so much. Y'all she would not hurt a fly, let alone Azzi of all people. How is her joining someone's live or liking a couple of tiktoks equal to her "moving weird?" And quite frankly if "do you guys have a shake shack in Iowa" and endless basketball schedule talk is what y'all consider flirting, then bestie I'm so sorry but I don't think you've ever had someone flirt with you before. Paige has never given anyone any reason to think that she'd ever step out on anyone and it's so unfair that people make their own assumptions based off of the literal most mundane things.

And then we get to Azzi. In what world does Azzi fucking Fudd, strong independent gorgeous successful queen, give you the impression that she'd put up with that kind of disrespect if it existed? She might be horrendously down bad enough for that girl that she'd begrudgingly take 3562 photos of her, but stay with her if she was cheating/"moving weird"? Absolutely not. She does not need your protecting or your so-called sympathy, because a) Paige isn't doing anything wrong and b) Azzi is not a fucking doormat who's "putting up with a lot shit".

I'm not going to get into it but there is implicit racism in this narrative. It happens with a lot of ir/fictional interracial couples where people think the white person in the relationship must be cheating or whatever because they can't possibly just be happy with their bipoc partner and that said partner will just put up with it because they don't know their worth.

If you don't think Pazzi are real, that's perfectly fine. I've never been one to say you have to believe in them but please, for the love of god, just use the most obvious reason which is that neither of them have outwardly confirmed a relationship. Please stop villainizing Paige and please stop infantilizing Azzi.

#ask #pazzi #keep your stupidity to yourself and out of my inbox thank you and good bye <3

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ninuwrites · 2 days

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Sex is good but love is better LN

summary: he saves you from a guy and brings you to his apartment

warning: smut, SA, harassment, a bit angst, happy ending

a/n: hii everyone. this my first post and first fic eveeer! requests are welcome🫶🏻 english is not my first language so i apologise for the mistakes🙏 enjoy and choose kindness 💋

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summer breeze was slowly blowing through your hair. it was very pleasant in monaco after a long week of raining. even thought you ere spending your free time on a yacht of a famous celebrity you didn’t really feel comfortable around bunch of strangers. yeah you did have your friend f/n, but let’s face it, you weren’t truly friends, were you? you are just always tagging along to her plans because she was the only person you knew around here. she acts like she cares about you, but if she truly cared she would not sleep with your boyfriend (now ex-boyfriend) and than proceeded to act like she was the victim. but you let it all behind and that’s why you decided move to monaco.

you just wanted to finally let go of your past and work on yourself. first thing on your to do list should be stop talking to f/n…

“what are you doing here all by yourself baby?” a mans voice took you back from your thoughts. you look up and suddenly you felt butterflies in your stomach.

there he was standing in front of you. his messy brown curls were wet from swimming and and his white button shirt was fully unbuttoned. you look him up and down and roll your eyes. you would never ever in your life not even to yourself admit that you liked lando. yes he was handsome and funny and maybe kind and… yes there are many positives about him but his ego is too hight for you to give into his charm.

“enjoying my time alone… and stop calling me baby.” you said, put sunglasses on your head and looked upt to the sun.

“you are? i think you would rather enjoy your time with me than all alone up here.” he smirked and sat on a side of a white couch.

“why are you here lando? i think downstairs is much more interesting company than up here.” you said. it was kind of weird, him being around you. he never seemed to be interested about you.

well maybe once he was. few weeks ago in a club you were a “bit” drunk and had a very good conversation with him about your life story and how you ended up in monaco.

“i just… want get away from them… for a bit.” he sighed and closed his eyes. comfortable silence falls around you. you can see him through your shades how he’s observing you, looking at your exposed skin

“like what you see?” you asked with a smirk on and take your sunglasses off while he turned away from you clearly embarrassed. giggle escaped your lips as he stood up and came closer to you. hovering above you he looks into your eyes.

“are you free in the evenin-.” he starts but suddenly he was interrupted

“laaaan. laandoo where are you babeee.” you took a deep breath to calm your nerves and looked around. there she was your “bestie” drunk as always, her tits falling out of her bikini and skirt not covering her ass at all.” she came up to lando and hugged him tightly.

“i missed you baby, you were gone for so long.” she said and started kissing his neck slowly.

“yes baby, just give me a second and i’ll be back with you.” he smiled at her and helped her get down the stairs.

of course, of course how could he ever possibly want you if he can have have drunk models everyday for lunch. you were disappointed. you really wanted to believe that he wasn’t just a guy with big ego and loads of money.

this was the reason why you couldn’t get lando into your personal life. you don’t want to be just one of his toys which he would simply just throw away

“so… you and f/n…” you started when he came back but he stops you immediately. “it’s nothing like that… we’re just friends… nothing more.” he said clearly embarrassed “yeah… right. anyways nice seeing you lan” you stood up an put on your summer skirt.

“you’re leaving already?” he came closer to you and grabbed your hand. “well seems like you have much better company than me waiting for you. “i wouldn’t like to interfere.”

suddenly he spun you around to face him and oh god was it hard not to kiss him. “when will i see you again.” he whispered. you looked into his eyes and back at his lips. “find me, prince charming.” you simply said and walked away

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you applied your lipstick and looked in the mirror for the last time before taking your handbag and locking your apartment.

you arrived to the club and went straight to the bar. after few shots of tequila and maybe some vodka you were already loosing up a bit and went straight to the dance floor.

your mind (which definitely was not sober) started to think about if lando is going to show up here. this is the place where you met him the most. will he talk to you? will he be with someone?

your thoughts immediately stopped when you saw him. the sight making you cry and almost vomit. there he was, your prince charming with f/n laughing by his side.

you rubbed your eyes to see if you were mistaken. you were not. they were all over each other. you couldn’t watch the horror that was happening in front of you so you left the dance floor and went to the bar to get a drink.

all of a sudden someone stopped you. “hey pretty girl, care to dance with me?” you heard above you. as you looked up a talk guy with strong australian accent was smiling in front of you.

“of course mystery boy.” you said with a smirk and put your hand in his. both of you started moving with god leaving the room. for a moment you felt amazing. after long weeks of work you finally you stopped thinking about everything.

you opened your eyes and saw lando looking right at you. and oh he was about to watch the best performance of his life.

“oscar i’ll go get us some drinks.” you said and he proceeded to say his order. as came to the bar drunk thoughts started to swirl in your head.

was lando really looking at you? and why were you thinking about him so much? you just need to get laid and oscar is a really good candidate.

as you were coming back to oscar some man stopped you.

“hey princess, where are you going?” he asked. he was much bigger and older than you. you were really creeped out by him so you said the first excuse you could think of. “i’m sorry my boyfriend is waiting for me.” you tried to pass him but he took your hand instead.

“oh sweetheart he can wait a bit, i’ll be quick.” you tried to release from his grip but that was nearly impossible. he yanked you outside and threw you to the empty alleyway.

“please… please don’t i’ll do anything just… stop.” you were crying as his hands were roaming your body. “hmm honey, i’ll take you and than i’ll stop.” he said pulling up your dress.

“leave her the fuck alone.” lando

“pff i found her first, you can play with her later.” the man said and that was landos last drop. he went straight to him and punched him in the face.

you didn’t say anything. you were just standing there, watching lando beating up a guy who just tried to rape you.

when lando stopped he immediately came to you and hugged you tightly, asking “are you okay baby? i’m here, you’re safe with me.”

he calmed you down quickly, you felt safe around him. “let’s get you home.” he gave you his hoodie and took you hand. he called over a taxi and opened a door for you. as the car drove off his hand found yours and he interviewed your fingers. “thank you.” you whispered on the verge of tears. he caressed your knuckles and smiled softly.

in few you realised that you definitely weren’t driving to your place. you tried to protest a bit but lando said “i won’t leave you tonight y/n, i’m taking you to my place if you like it or not.” you didn’t want to admit it but you were very happy for him not leaving you alone.

you arrived at his place, your hands still locked together. “you can’t even imagine how happy i am that he didn’t hurt you.” he said hugging you and burying hai head in the crook of your neck. “if i came a minute later he would…” he said, his voice breaking and hugging you tighter. “but you were there lan, you saved me.” you smiled at him.

“let’s get you to bed.” he said and led you through his apartment. he gave you one of his shirts and pair of shorts to sleep in.

“would you mind if i take shower?” you asked “i can run you a bath, if you want.” he amiled at you. “that would be amazing.” you said and followed him to the bathroom.

when the bath was filled and lando was about to leave “do you want to get in with me.” you blurted out. you didn’t really know why you asked him that it just felt right.

he looked at you a but surprised and shocked by your question. “if you won’t mind.” he said and both of you started undressing. he was the first one to get in. you laid back into his arms and closed you eyes.

this feels right. he feels right. there was nothing sexual going on between the two of you. in that moment. with him, you felt the most calm and safe.

he carefully started to scrub your back. you turned to him and looked into his eyes. you never felt such a strong emotion towards anyone.

his parted lips, were curls, his beautiful grey (or green or blue…) eyes and tanned skin.

and suddenly… he kissed you. his lips were soft like silk., one of his hands caressing your chin. he acted like you would brake in any moment. you broke the kiss and looked at him, bot a word spoken between of you just soft smiles.

you got out of the bath, dried yourself and put on his clothes. you got under the covers and turned to him. “thank you lando” you whispered, your hand on his cheek. “for what now love?”

“for being there for me when i needed you the most”

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you woke because you were feeling too warm. you slowly opened your eyes and it took you a moment to realised what happened last night. your head was resting on landos chest while you could softly hear his heart beating.you raised your head and observed him for a bit.

“good morning angel.” he murmured, his eyes still closed. “morning handsome.” you smiled softly. he opened his eyes, took your head into his hands and gave you a kiss.

you didn’t want to admit it but he kind of turned you on. shirtless, messy hair and parted lips. you straddled his lap and broke the kiss. he looked at you, surprise in his face and unspoken question in the air. he carefully put his hands on your hips and slowly ground you down in his clothed cock.

“is this okay?” he asked a bit concerned. “yes” you breathed out while rolling your hips. lando whimpered and it was the hottest sound you have ever heard.

you leaned into him and started kissing his neck while still working your hips. his grip on you tightened “can i… can i take your shirt of?” he asked. this is what you liked about him. how respectful he was and how he’s always making sure that you are okay with everything.

you gave him a kiss and a nod. “i need words baby.” he said and slightly tugged your shirt “yes you can take it off.” whit satisfied look on his face, he slowly got rid of your shirt. you completely forgot that you had nothing underneath so imminently your hands tried to cover your boobs.

he looked into your eyes, kissed you softly and slowly took your hands off you. you looked like a goddess on top of him.

he started kissing your neck, his kisses getting lower to your chest. “you are…. so… beautiful.” he whispered between each kiss. “fuck… look at these.” he said as he looked at your breasts, his kisses turning into bites and licks.

your faint moans filled the room. “oh don’t be shy babe, i want to hear you loud and clear.” he grinned at you and you started rocking your hips a bit harder.

suddenly he turned you around so you were lying under him, one of his hands grabbing the headboard and the other roaming down your body.

when his hand met the lace of your panties, he looked up at you. “can i?” he asked. “yes lando… please.” you whimpered. he took off the last piece that was covering you body and started trailing kisses from your colar bone down to your belly.

as he got to your lower belly he looked at you once more before getting between your legs. as he left his first lick one of your hands went flying to his hair. he started slow with soft licks in a moment sucking you clit.

when he looked up at you to ask if he was doing a good job his question was answered just by looking at you. cheeks flushed, hair messy, eyes closed, unholy sounds and tight grip on his hair indicates that his work was paying off.

he grew a lot more confident, devouring you in an instant. you yelped and tugged his hair, lando moaning into your wet pussy, the vibrations just adding to your pleasure.

suddenly his fingers started to circiling around your entrance before pushing inside your hot cunt. “so tight baby, can’t wait to be inside.” he said and continued to suck on your clit. whimpers were still falling from your lips and you were pushing his head closer to your core.

you whine at his pace, fingers curling in and out in ungodly speed. lando knew that you were close, your walls tightening and you breath getting quicker. pleasure took over your as you made a mess of his fingers and your head collapsing into the pillows.

lando kissed his way up your body, nipping at your skin while your breathing calmed down. “you’re beautiful love… can’t get enough of you.” he said looking into your eyes, his hand slowly stroking your hair.

“lay down for me please.” you said and straddled his lap once more. he leaned over to bed side table and took out a condom from the drawer.

you carefully took off his boxers, his length hitting his lower belly. you took his shaft into your hands and started slowly moving your hand up and down, your eyes piercing through his.

“you’re gonna be the death of me.” he moaned and grabbed your hips. he guided you down on his dick, stretching you so good that you almost forgot how to breath. you leaned down and gave him a kiss which he gladly accepted.

after getting used to him, your hips started to move and you started to bounce on top of him. this view was everything to lando. you looked like a goddess to him. your hair, lips, tits, he wanted to crave that image into his mind.

“taking me so well baby.” he cooed as he sucked your collar bone, leaving faint bruises. as your rhythm got sloppier, he started to thrust upwards into you.

“fuck lando.” he could bot get enough of you moaning his name, his thrust getting harder and faster. all you could do was whimper and moan, your eyes rolling back.

“so good for me y/n… give it to me love.” lando whispered, pit in your stomach growing bigger. suddenly your orgasm hit you, your walls tightening around him.

you cried out, back arching as the pleasure struck you. “so close…” lando whimpered, his eyes closed and his thrust getting careless.

with one last thrust lando gave into the pleasure and came undone. he buried his face into your neck, catching his breath while his hands caressed your hips and tights.

you moved away from him to look him in the eyes. he leaned into you and kissed your lips. “let’s make some breakfast.” he murmured into your lips and smiled.

you were standing in front of the stove, cooking breakfast for both of you. lando came from behind and hugged you, giving you a kiss on the cheek.

you turned around to face him. “you know… i could get used to this.” he said with a gentle look on his face. “to sex?” you asked grinning at him. he laughed out. “yes. what do you think?” you looked up at him and turned your attention back to cooking.

“you know… sex is good… but love is better.”

#f1 smut #lando norris x reader #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 fic #f1 fanfic #f1 #f1 x you #f1 2024 #mclaren f1 #lando norris #lando x reader #lando imagine #lando norizz

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coolshadowtwins · 1 day

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I have this au that just kinda… drops off half way through, which is why I haven’t posted it before. But I can’t think of anything else for it, so you get what little there is!

SXY manages to survive the poison when giving birth. Maybe it wasn’t as strong, maybe she managed to cut it off early enough, maybe LBH’s demon blood helped. Who knows. The point is, she is now half dead instead of fully dead, in a lot of pain, and has a newborn baby because she just gave birth! She’s just thinking about doing her original plan- sending LBH down the river- when a nice washer woman comes along and finds her.

I’m going to call her Ms Luo for this, since she doesn’t have a name in canon. Ms Luo is a kind woman! She’s kind of enough to take in a baby she has found in the wilderness, and she’s kind enough to take in this dying, half feral cultivator and her newborn baby as well!

SXY doesn’t trust it- obviously. But she doesn’t get much of a say when she falls unconscious, does she, hmmm? And she stays in and out of unconsciousness for the next few days, at least. The poi didn’t kill her, but it did mess her up. I imagine for this au it would limit her lower mobility, if it was trying to kill the baby. Some bad nerve damage there.

But Ms Luo is here! She doesn’t have much, but she does care for the baby as SXY is unconscious. She tries to get medication for SXY as well, but isn’t successful. Just as well- normal medication wouldn’t do much for what’s wrong anyway.

And this is the new normal that SXY wakes up to- a week plus later, her cultivation (which also would have taken a hit) having done its best at repairing the damage, her lover and the father of her child either dead or sealed away out of reach, and at the mercy of this random washerwoman.

She’s not getting any better until she could see a sect doctor, preferably one of the best ones. But that’s never going to happen- she’s wanted now, surely! Demonic sympathizers were never treated well. (The cultivation world thinks she’s dead, tragically killed by TJL. But she doesn’t know this yet.)

So she does the only thing she can- hang around and help Ms Luo out. She can’t leave, not with her mobility issues, nor would she be able to provide for her baby. But she can stay here, under the kindness of this woman, and try and help her out.

She starts to help wash the clothes- don’t have to be standing for parts of that! To save on food, she focuses her limited cultivation so she doesn’t have to eat the limited supplies they have. She’s terrifying, and she’s uses that to her advantage when intimidating Ms Luo’s shitty boss.

Ms Luo repays her by not only letting her live there, but also helping with LBH, giving SXY a new name to hide with, and her friendship. (SXY will never admit it, but she never had a lot of friends. Having one in Ms Luo was… nice)

LBH, meanwhile, is absolutely loving being raised by two moms. He’s learning to cook from Ms Luo, and learning cultivating from SXY. What else would a young boy need?

And then LBH is ten, and Ms Luo gets sick. Like, really sick. Nothing SXY, in her limited medical knowledge, does helps her. The town doesn’t have a clinic, and the nearest one is a while away. Not only that, they don’t have the money to go. SXY can see only one way to help her friend- go to the one place that (probably) wouldn’t turn her away for being a criminal when there’s a life of the line. CQM.

Cue a travel montage of SXY (who has limited mobility), Ms Luo (who is deathly sick), and LBH (who is ten), trying to get to CQM before it is too late.

They do make it there- only to be stopped at the stairs. They aren’t stopped by an actual person! They are stopped by the actual stairs. SXY can’t walk them. Ms Luo can’t walk them.

That leaves LBH, ten and scruffy and probably looking too thin, to be the one to climb the giant staircase, up to the sect in the heavens.

The last thought I have of this au is the funny image of whoever happens to be at the top of the stairs that morning, being greeted by what looks to be a street urchin tell you that his mother is the long thought dead SXY and that she’s down the stairs, along with his other mother (by the way, he has two), and both are dying. Would you believe him?

(I have nothing after this. Please, tell me in reblogs and replies about how you would continue this)

#su xiyan #svsss #washer woman Luo #luo binghe

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Ooohh do you have any thoughts on Orochimaru specifically? Would love to hear them, I find his whole deal fascinating.

At the moment, not really? I mean, I just finished the last 100 chapters of the "Naruto" manga and I best remember the Chuunin Exams arc besides that, so while I have a general idea of Orochimaru's deal and backstory, I do not remember the small and specific canonical details that generally make characters super interesting.

One thing that I thought was super funny was that Hashirama, Tobirama, and Minato (and Sarutobi Hiruzen, I guess? He was there doing... something) are carrying a significant percentage of this super long final battle, fighting against Obito and Madara, saving lives and dealing out damage. And they're only there as super powerful undead warriors because Orochimaru resurrected them with his improved Edo Tensai technique. So I think it's fair to say that a SIGNIFICANT part of the final battle is being carried by OROCHIMARU, who might as well be sitting on the sidelines for most of it with a cocktail and a beach chair.

I don't remember the exact details of the human experimentation, at least part of which I'm sure is unforgivably evil even if Orochimaru was doing them on behalf of his village at some point. (Doing that shit on someone else's order is still not good even if all of these traumatized characters were raised to be obedient soldiers since early childhood.) But besides the mad science, Orochimaru generally doesn't really stand out to me as being any more evil than a lot of kage and other senior shinobi.

Like, they are in the business of making child soldiers and killing people for money; that is the general deal of ninja here. Inherently corrupt and violent systems and all that jazz. So, personally, I don't really care all that much that Orochimaru defected and started his own business, because I don't think that most of these characters owe any real loyalty to this broken military state that keeps fucking them and their loved ones over to hold onto its power. I like the fact that he's fun-looking and dramatic and a lot about him as a villain / antagonist calls out everyone else around him as hypocrites.

I don't remember enough about him to fully understand his motivations and be persuaded that his actions make any kind of sense by the story, but a lot of character motivations and their choices to achieve their goals in "Naruto" barely make sense to me. (Note to everyone: this is not an invitation to explain Orochimaru's everything to me. I'll read all of canon properly at some point.) I like the fact that he decided to help against Madara and Obito at the end of the story, because he was like, "Of course I want to save the world? I live here???"

I thought the end of "Naruto" was super abrupt and I can't remember if there was much of Orochimaru in those final chapters. I know he fucked off again and had a kid later, which I find funny. (Half of the time Orochimaru was on screen, I was distracted by Uzumaki Karin, because I wanted to like her as a female character with some cool attributes, I wanted to be in her corner, but every time she appeared, she did something that made me want to strangle the author with my bare hands. I feel entitled to financial compensation.)

#arencezeon #ask tossawary #tossawary naruto #orochimaru #spoilers

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twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat · 1 day

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Personally, I don't see the appeal of Shoko.

Please convince me why I should. I'm curious.

ANONNNNN YOU’RE MISSING OUTTTT WHAT THE HELL 😔😔😔😔 okay i’ll give you a pass because her character writing is very subtle. but she’s just…… so interesting!!!!!!

honestly i have a Lot of things i like abt shoko…… getting the obvious out of the way; she’s Gorgeous. most beautiful woman in the whole wide world. look at her!!!!!!!!!! :((((((((((

bUT THAT ASIDE . to me, the most interesting thing about shoko is her grief. and her connection to satosugu, obviously, but those go hand in hand!! i’ll die on the hill that she’s extremely similar to the both of them. she was also born with the burden of an ability she didn’t ask for, and she also became a weapon for the jujutsu society to wield. the irony is that she’s a weapon who Heals as opposed to satoru and suguru, but that’s arguably a worse thing to go through. in one of her phanpara voicelines, she mentions that it might be better to be out on the front lines than to stay back not knowing if the others will return in one piece…..

she’s just . stuck in such an awful situation. i think she’s seen far more death and suffering than either satoru or suguru . there’s a good chance she’s had to dissect her dying friends since she was fifteen. no wonder she comes across as so detached!!!!! no wonder she covers everything up with apathy or humour. she’s lost so many friends throughout the years. and she’s had to touch their corpses. i can’t imagine how much that messes you up.

but. yeah . her grief is just so, so silent. it’s almost always either subtextual or shown through visual imagery (usually her cigarettes)… it’s hard to tell what she’s thinking but it’s so obvious she’s suffering when you look at that subtext. her calling suguru childish for thinking nobody would understand him (implying she did), walking out of the room during jjk 0 when yaga declares war on him. picking up smoking again after gojo gets sealed, and she finds out that kenjaku had taken over geto’s body. (which is partially her fault!!! she was supposed to have disposed of it, but gojo tried to show compassion by not forcing her to. and that’s why kenjaku could take over.) the amount of cigarettes she’s smoking when she’s watching gojo fight sukuna….. etc etc . it’s all there. her grief is very silent and compliant and sad. but it’s so obvious that she loved them both.

basically; shoko is flawed, traumatized, desensitized, and kind despite that. just like satoru and suguru. she isn’t able to open her heart to anyone, isn’t able to be honest about how she feels, and she’s resigned herself to her role as a weapon. but she cares. she sticks around and keeps healing and never complains. i think she cares so much that she has to force herself into a state of apathy. she wouldn’t be able to keep going otherwise.

all of this is just my own take on her, but . imo it’s a take that the manga supports!!! we haven’t gotten any glimpses into her headspace aside from chapter 220, but we have more than enough subtext and interactions to analyze her character…. overall, i just think shoko is interesting. and wellwritten, in a subtle way. i hope akutami gives her the spotlight she deserves in future chapters because she has such a silent and unique role in the story…. it’s really hard not to fall in love with her!!!!! :’3 she’s just so cool…

anyway i said i had three reasons for loving shoko and her gorgeous gorgeous face + character writing are two of them . so i’ll end this by mentioning the final thing!!!!!! ….. which is that she’s super funny .

like. she’s a healer . but the first time we see her in the morgue she’s cutting curses open with a chainsaw. she’s disappointed when yuji turns out to be alive because she won’t get to dissect him. the students hesitate calling her for help with their injuries at night because they never know if she’s sober or not. in the light novel she takes gojo to a bar and calls him a big kid. in phanpara she complains when you put her on your team because she doesn’t want to do any work. she cheated her way through med school. she wore sunglasses during her best friend’s unsealing party. she made nanami and haibara give her a shoulder massage after they lost against her and gojo at an arcade game. she then forced a very grumpy suguru into taking a selfie with her. she’s so fucking funny and i love her <333333

#i’m extremely late to this ask ignore that pls 🙏#i hope this made you see the light my dearest anon <33 #shoko is such an interesting character and i love her on her own + with satosugu so so much :((((((((#they really are so similar… one of my fandom pet peeves is when ppl act like she was the most rational one of the three. she was Not.#they’re ALL losers . actual wrecks. absolute assholes too. they’re the only ones who can stand each other and i think thats beautiful #TYSM FOR THIS ASK ANONNNNN i’ve been wanting to talk abt her for a while!! she means a whole lot to me <333 #ask tag ✩

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germiyahu · 1 day

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Like hot take, but if Claudia Sheinbaum Pardo's parents or grandparents had immigrated to Mexico from Israel (or a Kibbutz in M.P.) the hammer and sickle twitter response to the hate campaign against her would not be supportive in the least!

And it's not super supportive now. I don't know, but it seems that they're more interested in dunking on the Nazis then standing up for Jewish people. This woman's whole family is secular, she has not made her Jewishness a part of her public or political image (why should she have to)? This does fit a pattern where the bare minimum you have to do as a Jew to gain support is to assimilate and keep your mouth shut. If you can't denounce Israel your Jewishness better be relegated to a paragraph on Wikipedia.

Leftists love to point out kindergarten level antisemitism. They love to debunk that Nazi checklist about Jews hating Jesus while Christians and Muslims revere him. Of course they debunk it because it "won't liberate Palestine," as that's all antisemitism is, a distraction (often orchestrated by Mossad). It's easy to call out Marjorie Taylor Greene antisemitism. But we've seen how they handle any other kind. So I'm not surprised they're taking the chance to earn easy social media points here. Call out the people saying "Too many Jews are in positions of power!"

While also saying "They must have edited her nose!" like they love to draw attention to Jewish features that the Nazis surely must be talking about when they go on their antisemitic tirades.

It's cheap and it's easy, and it's a distraction from their own bullshit, and I also think they have fun doing it. They think the Nazis are funny, and it's fun to clown on them. It's all so performative. That twitter user goes on to call Israelis Nazis and denounces Bernie Sanders (who refuses to attend Netanyahu's speech but says that Israel has the right to defend itself up to a certain point).

This isn't actual allyship. Then again, I don't think they expect Jewish people or their allies to actually think that. Considering that the tone was not condemnation but "Lol Right wing antisemites are going to have a meltdown about this." I do think that Left wing antisemites relish in Right wing antisemitism. It's a joke to them. They don't care about Jewish lives or Jewish safety. They love feeling smugly superior while saying basically identical things but just about a group of Jews preselected to be unvictimizable.

Another "Twitter moment" was some right wing Trump loving doofus putting on a Magen David jacket and proclaiming he was unafraid to walk around NYC, cue that crowd making fun of "how safe he'd really be," while ignoring that Jews pointing out a tangible rise in hate crimes and hate speech and a general unwelcoming atmosphere.

Antisemitism is always "their" problem, never ours. But I've noticed that recently even if they can acknowledge the problem... it's not even a serious problem anymore. They're more likely to just laugh at the "absurdity" of it and then feel like they've demonstrated that they and their ideologies aren't filled to the brim with Judenhass.

#leftist antisemitism #antisemitism

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pluralismajestatis · 1 day

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( send me a Pride Month prompt or I'm replacing you, the reader, with ChatGPT. )

@bonesandbolts / AO3 link

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“Come on, I can’t believe this…” The woman brushed back her dark hair, reaching just underneath her bony shoulders revealed partially from underneath her loose, wide-necked shirt. Its sleeves were crumpled up above her elbows, exposing lengths of pale arm, ending in bony wrists and slender hands, one ring on her left index finger and one on the thumb, then another on the right index finger, with a loose brass bracelet to accompany it.

She was giving her phone's screen a despairing stare.

Tim was glancing at her from underneath his cascade of curly hair covering that side of his face. The other, exposed by the undercut, felt cold under the pub’s aircon.

“Who the hell would pass up on a snack like me…? I thought I had it this time. Goddamnit…”

She clearly didn’t know that she was being heard, or seen, by anyone. Tim might as well have been air to her. No matter; he was good at coming out of the shadows. Even now, the way he slid his body around until his knee was facing her and his lap was revealed from underneath the shadows of the counter, the way he relaxed onto the elbow of his right side - he looked natural, and he knew it. He’d been here a thousand times.

“Ghosted?”

“Oh, yeah. Guess I must have hit up a whole haunted house, this is the third time in - doesn’t matter,” she sighed, finally giving him a look. It seemed to change her mind about something, and Tim enjoyed that. He straightened his spine and cocked a brow.

“No way,” he said with an exaggerated look of surprise on his features. “Damn, they don’t know what they’re missing out on.”

“Yeah, right. A cocktail of sweet summer fun and a gallon of bad memes,” the woman half-laughed, half-grunted. She had a faint blush on her cheeks.

“Does that cocktail have a name? I’m Tim, by the way. Short for Timothy. And you can call me whatever you’d like.”

She examined him, and Tim knew she was trying hard to make up her mind about him. He was putting up a good pose, a relaxed, cocky head tilt, letting the soft bump of his lower belly press up against the loose shirt over his otherwise long frame. His fingers, littered with freckles this time of the year like the clothes of a spray painter were marked with collateral, headed for the sharp bumps of his collarbones. His shirt, between hot pink and a shade of fleshy purple, didn’t quite match the way hers hung over her shoulders, but left little to imagination as it was.

“Alice,” she said hesitantly, grinning, “Tell me, what’s a snack like you doing here all alone?”

“Same as you, looks like,” Tim chuckled and gave it a defeated half-shrug. “I was gonna meet someone but they didn’t turn up, and now I’m washing away the pain with piña colada and regret.”

“So it’s just us, then,” Alice noted.

“Snacks and cocktails with no buyers in sight. Seems like,” Tim confirmed.

“Waste of my money, really,” Alice pointed out. “Since I didn’t come here to pay for my own drinks.”

“Funny, because neither did I.”

“Oh, damnit. I was hoping for a Prince Charming.”

“Sorry, turns out I’m a princess, too. But you should have got that by now, since we’re both stuck in this tower.”

She had a nice laugh - the kind of a bitter, sarcastic laugh that Tim knew he’d enjoy listening over a drunken conversation late at night. It wasn’t late, though; barely seven in the evening. He’d have to put in at least some effort to make it stretch further, for science of course, to see if he’d really enjoy it when he was too far off his mind to worry about tomorrow.

“You know what?” Alice said then, breaking Tim out of his early plans.

“No, you’ll have to tell me first.”

“I think you and I,” she carried on, evidently ignoring his quip, “should get the hell out of here and go somewhere much cheaper.”

“Like where?”

“My place? I’ve got some really good movies I’ve been planning to watch.”

Tim snorted. “Wait, are you calling me in for a Netflix and chill?”

Alice let out a raspberrying sigh. “Nah, mate, I’m calling you in for Netflix and beer. It’s the best I’ve got but it’s already paid for and besides, I’m going to look awfully sad if I get to all of that on my own later when I’m already drunk.”

Tim chuckled. “Sold,” he said, then emptied the rest of his drink without really tasting it. “Two heartbroken princesses and a movie night. Who needs a man anyway?”

“Not me,” Alice confirmed, wiped her hands on a napkin and stood up. “I’m done with dating apps for at least another month.”

#tma fic #tmp fic #tma #tmp #the magnus archives #the magnus protocol #alice dyer #tim stoker #This hasn't even SEEN crazy but they got cosy instead

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sultrybaby · 3 days

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[TRAILER] A memoir of love lost [P.S.H]

summary🦢 In which a cluster of old letters stand as the only testament of sunghoon's love for you, from birth to (quite literally) death.

genre 🦢 romance, angst, some fluff

pairing (s) 🦢 sunghoon x reader | reader x unnamed background character

warnings 🦢 main character death, MAJOR ANGST obviously, not exactly forbidden love but more unfortunate circumstances, domestic abuse, mentions of bleeding and punching (most of the above don't feature in this trailer, but in the actual fic)

w/c 🦢 approx. 500

a/n 🎀 I have read over this like 100 times because it's been so long since I posted smth serious. If there is actually some kind of typo here that I just missed I'm going to cry. Also based on the reception for this trailer ig I'll decide whether to continue this (I'm so close just some edits) or just stick to headcannons (I HAVE SO MANY GUYSSSSS) or maybe I'll do both??? 👀 Anyway I hope the trailer gets yall a bit excited heehee esp yall angst lvrs heehee luv u cutie wooties <3333

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"So apparently, this house belonged to a young bachelor once," explained Mary to her all-too-curious daughter eveline, who sat wide-eyed like a little lamb on the floor of the new house the family had just moved into.

'Really?"

"Yes, baby," Mary chuckled, running her fingers through eveline's (or evie, as they lovingly called her) hair to brush the strands away from her face.

"Where is he now?"

"Oh I don't know sweetheart," Mary sighed, lightly amused at the disappointment on evie's face.

"But maybe there are some clues around the house! If you ever get the time, you should explore. Who knows, you might find something…"

Evie's eyes twinkled in excitement at the prospect of having an adventure in this foreign pile of bricks that she now had to learn to call home. Perhaps this will create a sense of oneship with the house.

Determined to uncover the secrets of the mysterious young bachelor, little evie started on her mission to unearth every corner of the building. After toppling boxes, crawling through crevices, and occasionally bumping her head on random walls, evie finally uncovered a rather absurd looking block.

And that is the story of how Mary was gifted this curious looking box by her exhausted daughter, waddling excitedly to show her the discovery.

The box had an old-fashioned grace to it. It was clearly disintegrating; cheap, fading, yellowed white paint hung off the corners, all dried up, waiting to be chipped off. It seemed as if there was some kind of locking mechanism in the front of the box which has long been broken. All it took was a simple motion for the mouth of the box to open wide, revealing a neatly stacked set of what one could assume were letters.

The first letter was different to the others. While the rest were prettily folded, this one had a texture much more rough- as if it had been crushed and then straightened again. And on it, in extremely feathery ink, was written,

Dear ____,

You are the sun and the stars and the rose and the beautiful sky. You are made of the serenity of heaven and the tempting evil of hell. You are everything created to be beautiful, and you also make anything beautiful by association. Every day and every night, in light, in darkness, in life, and even now in death, you make me realize why Orpheus would go to the deadly underworld just to get Eurydice back. I understand his pain and longing.

I know we parted ways hurtfully and there is no action I regret more. And in my attempt to tell myself I hated you, I failed in my life's purpose- to truly let you know how much I loved you.

This is a memoir of the love I lost, a love that was but a bubble in air- shining briefly with all the most beautiful colours, then popping abruptly. And this is just an attempt at preserving some of that wonder and beauty so that when my heart aches a bit too much, I can cry to the essence of your soul (which is funny, because you are too much, too great, to be put into words).

Lovingly,

Yours yesterday, today, and forevermore,

Park Sunghoon.

A love story- a tragic one, was etched in the letters following. In that little white box was the history of Park Sunghoon's love for this mysterious woman to whom he had devoted his heart entirely.

And so Mary started reading…

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PRESAGE | CHAPTER EIGHT

Characters: Ushijima Wakatoshi x Female Reader

Warnings: None? If so, lmk.

Hakari Yamamoto walked briskly through the corridors of the Schweiden Adlers' training facility, her heels clicking against the polished floor. The anticipation of the upcoming reunion buzzed in her mind, but there was an underlying tension too. Ushijima's absence weighed heavily on her thoughts, and she knew the others would have questions.

She entered the meeting room, where the team was already gathered. Hirugami was the first to notice her, his sharp eyes narrowing slightly. “Yamamoto-san,” he greeted, his voice carrying a hint of curiosity. “Where's Ushijima? One of our best players is missing.”

Hakari took a deep breath, preparing herself for the inevitable inquiries. “Ushijima is handling some personal matters,” she explained, trying to keep her tone even and professional.

Hirugami's eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Personal matters? What kind of personal matters?”

She hesitated, the truth a mystery even to her. “I don’t know, Hirugami-san,” she admitted, feeling a flush of embarrassment. “He didn’t specify.”

His surprise deepened. “You don’t know? I thought you two were close.”

Her cheeks reddened, a faint blush spreading across her face. “We are close, professionally,” she stammered, attempting to maintain her composure.

A mischievous grin spread across Hirugami’s face. “Oh, come on. I know you have a crush on him.”

Hakari’s blush deepened, her eyes widening in denial. “That’s not true,” she protested weakly, but her mind betrayed her, recalling the first time she met Ushijima and how she had been captivated by his quiet strength and unwavering dedication.

Hirugami leaned back in his chair, clearly enjoying her discomfort. “Ever since you met him, right? Head over heels?”

She looked away, the truth of his words stinging more than she cared to admit. “This isn’t about me,” she said firmly, redirecting the conversation. “We have important conferences and training sessions coming up. He needs to be back as soon as possible.”

Hirugami nodded, his teasing demeanor giving way to seriousness. “I understand. But did you pressure him to return?”

“I did,” she replied, her tone softening. “But he said he’s handling some personal problems.”

Hirugami chuckled, the tension easing slightly. “Maybe he has a secret family we don’t know about.”

Hakari’s heart skipped a beat, a sudden pang of jealousy hitting her at the thought. She tried to hide her reaction, but Hirugami noticed.

“Relax, Yamamoto-san. It was just a joke,” he said, patting her on the shoulder.

She forced a smile, though the thought lingered uncomfortably. “I know. It’s just… important that he’s here.”

Hirugami’s expression turned thoughtful. “I’ll call him, but you should talk to him again. Make sure he knows how crucial it is for him to be back.”

Hakari nodded, feeling the weight of her responsibility pressing down on her. “I will. I promise.”

As the meeting continued, her mind drifted to Ushijima. She wondered what personal matters could be keeping him away and why he hadn’t confided in her. The thought of him dealing with something so significant alone made her heart ache. Despite her professional demeanor, she couldn’t deny the feelings she harbored for him. She just hoped that whatever he was facing, he would find his way back to the team—and to her.

The aroma of homemade food filled your small apartment as you and Ushijima worked together in the kitchen, preparing dinner for Asahi. Ushijima’s large hands deftly chopped vegetables while you stirred the pot on the stove, movements synchronized in a dance of domesticity. Asahi sat at the table, swinging his legs and babbling excitedly about his day at kindergarten.

"And then, Mama, and then... Keiji spilled his juice all over the floor! It was so funny!" Asahi's voice rang out, full of innocent enthusiasm. His eyes sparkled with the tales of his little adventures.

Ushijima, setting the last of the vegetables on the counter, turned to Asahi with a gentle smile. “That sounds very funny, Asahi. Did everyone laugh?”

Asahi nodded vigorously. “Yes! But Miss Tanaka wasn’t happy. She said, ‘Keiji, you need to be more careful,’ and he made a sad face. But then we all helped clean up, and it was okay!”

You, listening with a serene expression, couldn’t help but smile at your son’s animated storytelling. You glanced at Ushijima, who was watching Asahi with an expression you rarely saw on his face—one of pure, unfiltered joy.

“And we made a big tower with blocks today,” Asahi continued, barely pausing for breath. “It was the tallest tower ever! But then it fell down, and everyone said, ‘Oh no!’”

“That sounds like a very exciting day,” Ushijima said, his deep voice full of warmth. He ruffled Asahi’s hair gently, and the boy beamed up at him.

After dinner, you gave Asahi a bath, the little boy splashing and laughing, oblivious to the undercurrents of tension between the adults. Ushijima helped tuck him into bed, reading him a story in his low, soothing voice until Asahi’s eyes fluttered shut.

Once Asahi was asleep, you and Ushijima moved to the dinner table. The remnants of the meal still sat on the table, but the atmosphere had shifted. Ushijima took a deep breath, steeling himself for what he had to say.

“Y/N, I need to tell you something important,” he began, his voice steady but serious.

You looked at him, heart sinking slightly at his tone. “What is it?”

“I have to go back to Tokyo,” Ushijima said, watching you carefully.

You nodded, already feeling the ache of his impending departure. “I understand.”

He reached across the table, taking your hand in his. “I want you and Asahi to come with me.”

Your eyes widened in shock and confusion. “What? Ushijima, I can’t just pack up and leave everything behind. This is our home. Asahi’s home.”

“I know it’s sudden,” he said, squeezing your hand gently. “But I want to be near my son. I want to be a part of his life.”

“I get that,” You said, pulling your hand back and running it through your hair, frustration evident in your movements. “But we can’t just uproot everything. Asahi’s just starting to adjust to the idea of having a father. Moving to a new city… it’s too much.”

“I don’t have much time,” Ushijima said, a hint of urgency in his voice. “I need to go back soon. My career is in Tokyo.”

Your eyes filled with tears of frustration. “Everything we have is here. My job, Asahi’s school, our friends… I can’t just leave it all behind.”

Ushijima’s expression softened. “And everything I want is here. I need you and Asahi with me.”

“This is your job, Ushijima,” You said, voice breaking slightly. “I have my own job, here. I need to support Asahi.”

“I don’t want you to have to worry about support,” he said, his voice firm. “I want you to be able to focus on what you want to do.”

You looked at him, a mix of emotions swirling in your eyes. “I don’t need you to take care of me,” you said softly. “I’ve managed this long on my own.”

“I know you have,” he said, his heart aching at the strength in your voice. “But I want to help you. I can help you find a job in Tokyo.”

“This is going to be a lot for Asahi,” you said, shaking your head. “He’s just starting to understand who you are. If we move now, it’ll be too much for him. First meeting his dad, and then two werks later moving away from everything he knows?”

Ushijima’s jaw tightened, knowing you were right but also feeling the weight of his own obligations. “I understand. But I don’t want to miss any more of his life. I don’t want to miss any more of your life.”

Your eyes softened slightly, but the tension remained. “We need to talk about this more,” you said quietly. “I can’t make a decision like this overnight.”

Ushijima nodded, knowing that this was just the beginning of a difficult conversation. “I know. We’ll figure it out together.”

Both of you sat in silence for a moment, the weight of the decision pressing down on both of you. The future was uncertain, but one thing was clear—neither of you want to be apart from Asahi.

The bustling sounds of the café filled the air as you navigated between tables, balancing trays laden with steaming coffee cups and plates of pastries. The familiar rhythm of the shifts usually provided a comforting distraction, but today, your mind was miles away, lost in the complexities of your recent conversation with Ushijima.

Asami glanced at you, noticing the faraway look in your eyes. During a rare moment of calm, as both of you stood by the counter waiting for orders, Asami leaned in closer.

"Moving to Tokyo…" Asami said, her eyes narrowing with curiosity. "I’m surprised.”

You hesitated, looking around to make sure no one else was listening. You took a deep breath and finally spoke. "It’s so sudden, Sami. He wants to do it as soon as possible.”

Asami’s eyes widened in shock. "He wants you to what?"

"He wants us to move to Tokyo almost in less than a week," You repeated, your voice barely above a whisper.

Asami stared at you in disbelief, her mouth opening and closing as she struggled to find the right words. "That's... that's huge. I mean, I knew he was back in your life because of Asahi, but moving to Tokyo?"

You nodded, eyes filled with uncertainty. "I know. It’s a lot to take in. He wants to be a part of Asahi’s life, to be there for him. And he thinks it would be easier if we were all together in Tokyo."

Asami shook her head, still trying to process the information. "This is... wow. I mean, it could be something good for Asahi, right? To be with his father, to live the life he deserves. And for you…maybe it’s a chance to start fresh in a new city."

You sighed, shoulders slumping slightly. "I know, I thought about it you know…but I’m nervous about everything. It feels like everything is moving too fast. One minute, I’m raising Asahi on my own, and the next, Ushijima is back, and he wants us to move to Tokyo.”

Asami placed a comforting hand on your shoulder. "I get it. It’s a lot to handle. But you knew this was going to happen sooner or later, right? Ushijima was bound to want to be a part of Asahi’s life."

"I guess so," You admitted, brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "But I thought we would have more time. I didn’t expect him to suggest moving so soon."

Asami sighed, picking up a tray of freshly baked croissants. "Ushijima always was the type to go after what he wants, full force. But you, this could be a good thing. You’ve been doing an amazing job raising Asahi on your own, but maybe this is a chance for you to have some support. And for Asahi to have both his parents."

You bit your lip, considering Asami’s words. "I know. But it's not just about me. I have to think about Asahi. He’s just starting to get used to having his dad around. Moving to a new city, leaving behind everything he knows... it might be too much for him."

Asami nodded thoughtfully. "It’s a big change, for sure. But kids are resilient. And having his father in his life could be really good for him. Plus, think about the opportunities in Tokyo. It could be a fresh start for both of you."

You leaned against the counter, feeling the weight of the decision pressing down on you. "I just don’t know if I’m ready for such a big change. And what if co-parenting don’t work out between Ushijima and me? I don’t want to disrupt Asahi’s life again."

Asami smiled sympathetically. "You’re overthinking it. You don’t have to decide everything right now. Maybe just take it one step at a time. See how things go, and if it feels right, then you can make the move. But don’t shut down the possibility just because you’re scared."

You nodded, taking a deep breath. "You’re right. I just... I need to take it slow. For Asahi’s sake and for mine."

Asami squeezed your hand reassuringly. "Exactly. And remember, I’m here for you. No matter what you decide."

"Thanks, Asami," You said, feeling a small measure of relief. "I don’t know what I’d do without you."

"Well, you’d probably have a lot more free time without me pestering you," Asami teased, nudging you playfully.

You laughed, the tension easing slightly from your shoulders. "True. But I wouldn’t have it any other way."

Yamamoto strode briskly to her office, her mind swirling with thoughts of the day's meetings and the latest team strategies. She was just settling into her chair when her phone buzzed. Glancing at the screen, she saw Ushijima’s name. Her heart skipped a beat, and she felt a faint blush creeping up her cheeks. She took a deep breath and answered the call, her voice calm and professional.

“Yamamoto here,” she said, keeping her tone serious.

“Yamamoto, it’s Ushijima. I need to tell you something important,” Ushijima’s deep voice rumbled through the phone. “It’s a pretty big thing, and I need to tell you before it goes public in some way or another.”

Yamamoto’s pulse quickened. “What is this about, Ushijima?” she asked, trying to keep her voice steady as she sat down.

There was a brief pause before Ushijima spoke again. “I discovered that I have a son with my first and only ex-girlfriend from high school.”

Yamamoto was momentarily speechless, her heart sinking at the revelation. She struggled to find words, her thoughts a chaotic jumble. Hirugami’s teasing comment from their last meeting echoed in her mind, and she couldn’t help but recall it with a mix of irony and disbelief. “Guess Hirugami’s joke about a secret family wasn’t too far off the mark,” she thought to herself, attempting to inject some humor into the situation, though her heart felt anything but light.

Ushijima continued, oblivious to her inner turmoil. “I’m planning to move my family with me to Tokyo.”

The word “family” struck Yamamoto like a blow, the finality of it making her heart ache. She had always known her feelings for Ushijima were one-sided, but hearing him talk about his family so plainly made it all the more real. The pain was sharp and immediate.

“Yamamoto? Are you there?” Ushijima asked, his voice breaking through her thoughts. “I can’t hear you.”

She blinked, realizing she had been silent for too long. “Yes, I’m here,” she replied, her voice betraying none of the heartbreak she felt. “I’m just... processing everything.”

“I understand,” Ushijima said. “I wanted to tell you first, so we can manage how this news might affect the team and the public.”

Yamamoto nodded, even though he couldn’t see her. “Of course. We’ll handle it. Thank you for letting me know, Ushijima.”

There was another pause, and she could sense that he was about to say more. “I appreciate your support, Yamamoto. This is a big change, and I want to make sure it’s handled properly.”

“Of course,” she repeated, her mind racing with a thousand thoughts and feelings she couldn’t quite articulate. “We’ll get through this.”

She could almost hear Ushijima nodding on the other end of the line. “Thank you,” he said simply.

As the call ended, Yamamoto sat back in her chair, staring at the phone in her hand. Her mind was a whirlwind of emotions—professional concern, personal heartbreak, and a sense of duty to both Ushijima and the team. She took a deep breath, steadying herself. There was work to be done, and she would do it, no matter how much it hurt.

But the pain was real, and it wasn’t going away anytime soon.

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bilswildflower · 3 days

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You know that scene in guardians of the galaxy where he’s showing her music for the first time through headphones and then they slow dance a lil together? Could you do something similar with carol danvers x a reader that’s maybe from another planet and has never heard music before??!

I know exactly what you mean and the answer is yes. I love that scene.

Sweet Melodies

Carol Danvers x Female Reader

CW: Fluff. Slow dancing.

Summary: After months of Carol telling you about something called ‘Music’, she finally finds something to show you what it is.

Pfffft, where is she? You mumbled to yourself, anxiously pacing the floor of the ship.

Carol had landed you both on a planet called Knowhere, and told you to stay put as she had to go and see a guy about a thing and that she wouldn’t be too long. That was like an hour ago. You began to worry, should you go out and look for her? She said Knowhere was kind of dangerous and that’s why she wanted you to stay in the ship.

Suddenly you heard movement coming from the front of the ship, slowly creeping closer toward you. You grabbed the nearest object to you which happened to be a long looking comb that Carol had brought back from Earth a few months ago, and you held it up, ready to defend yourself against whoever, or whatever, was about to surprise you.

The door to the main room you were standing in started to swing open, you were terrified and your knees felt as though they were about to give out, but you gave it your all and swung the object at your attacker, stopping when a familiar hand came up and grabbed the comb from you.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa..what are you doing??” Relief washed over you at the sight and voice of your lover.

“Carol? Announce yourself when you enter please. I could have killed you!” You said, hunched over in relief that you didn’t actually have to defend yourself.

“With a hairbrush, y/n?” Carol chuckled at you.

“What’s funny?” You didn’t understand the concept of sarcasm very well, so you were unsure if Carol was being serious or not. She just smiled at you, placed a sweet kiss on your cheek and said “Nothing, you’re just cute”.

Carol took your hand and guided you to the middle of the room, that’s when you noticed she had something in her hand. “What’s that?” You said, motioning to the strange looking device she was messing with. It was like a silver box with buttons and a long wire coming out of it.

“I have a surprise for you” She said with excitement. “It’s called a radio”

“A radio? We already have one of those Carol”

Carol continued messing around with the wires of the box and the buttons of the ship wall, until finally you both heard static. “No this is a different kind of radio, it plays music”

“Music?” Your eyes lit up “you’ve been telling me about that!” Your voice laced with laughter and excitement that you were finally about to witness music for the first time. Carol always made it sound so beautiful when she spoke about it. You couldn’t wait to finally hear it.

After fiddling with a few more buttons, you watched as Carol pulled out something that you recognised as a cassette tape. Something else she had brought back from one of her many visits to Earth, which had then initially started the conversation of music, leading her to promise you that one day, she’ll find a way to play it for you.

She put the tape inside the radio, and you listened intently as something started to play. It started quiet at first, it sounded magical and soft and then eventually became louder and more intense but still with the same soft melody. It was beautiful. You understood why Carol liked it so much. Your lover watched you, studying your face and taking in every reaction, every smile and raise of your eyebrows as the melodies filled the room of your shared spaceship. And then it stopped, you looked at her with curiosity and confusion.

“The song is finished” she spoke.

“Oh” you were disappointed to say the least, you could have listened to that all day.

Carol chuckled at you. She does that a lot. “Hey don’t look so sad, I can play it again”. Her fingers pressed a button on the radio box and you heard the music start to play all over again, causing a smile from you again.

“It’s really nice, I like it” you said over the music, a little louder than you intended to.

“Yeah?”

You nodded, and after about half a minute of the song playing again, Carol noticed you were both stood completely still. So she came up with an idea, mostly an excuse to get closer to you, since you were new at this romance and relationship stuff, you were still kind of awkward about it. She thought it was adorable.

“You know, people on Earth dance to this” She took a step closer to you and lifted both her hands up to sit on your waist.

You raised your eyebrows at her “They do?” You had heard about dancing, you’d never attempted it though. “How do they do that?”

Carol snaked her arms further around your waist and pulled you close. “Like this” she whispered, softly rocking you both side to side, her more than you, as you didn’t really know what to do. This made her chuckle again.

She leaned forward to press a soft kiss to your lips, then pulled away and instructed you to put your arms around her shoulders, you did as she said, and it made you feel more comfortable immediately. “Better?” She asked softly. You nodded.

“Good, now just copy what I’m doing. Sway with me.”

It took you a little while, but eventually you got the hang of it. Swaying side to side with Carol perfectly in time with the beautiful sounds coming from the radio. She pulled you closer and you relaxed into her, slowly lowering your head so it was resting against her shoulder. This felt nice. You felt relaxed and comfortable, it was making you feel more deeply for Carol.

After a few minutes the song came to an end once again, but neither of you moved away. You stood there, your head buried in your lovers neck with her softly swaying you back and forth. Without moving a muscle, you spoke up.

“Carol?”

“Mm?”

“Will you take me to Earth one day? I think I would like to experience more of this”.

Without letting go of you, Carol pulled back slightly to look into your eyes, pressing another gentle kiss to your lips.

“I’ll take you anywhere you want to go”.

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This is so short I’m sorry, but I felt like making it short and sweet. Thankyou for the request anon. I got butterflies writing this hehe.

#carol danvers #carol danvers x reader #captain marvel #captain marvel x reader #wlw #lesbian

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