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thegreatestsandwich · 1 year

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Namor telling the reader he loves them for the first time! I think it would be really cute and meaningful

I find everything I thought I lost before (Namor x f!reader)

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Pairing: Namor x F!reader

Word count: 838 words

Summary: The avengers managed to bring everyone back after defeating Thanos, Namor had been saving his feelings for quite some time

Warning: Nothing really, well I really don’t think there is a warning, just fluff or my idea of fluff

A/N: Hey! I just want to say that I am really grateful that everyone is still keeping the love for Namor and Tenoch alive, plus I'm enjoying all the fluffy requests you guys gave me, so thank you so much!

Coments, Reblogs and Asks are happily received!

Namor stared at his hands, completely frozen, not knowing what to do. He stood up and turned around, his eyes opening in fear, trying to find you anywhere across his cave. His hands were trembling but he force down the need to throw up as he began calling desperately at you.

“(Y/N)!” He screamed, moving inside his cave, throwing things out of his way. “(Y/N)!” He tried again.

Namora was the one who found him sitting on the floor, his gaze completely lost, she kneeled in front of him when she gave him the news. It wasn’t only you, it was most of his people.

It took him one year to be able to step inside of his home, it took him two years to be able to sleep on his bed, it took him almost four years to be able to sleep without nightmares.

The first years without them (without you) were the hardest for everyone as for him. The others were lost and even if Namor wasn’t in the right mind to continue helping them, he force himself to just suck it up and keep a strong façade.

At first, the others waited outside of their homes for the returning of the lost ones but it never happened. So they began putting altars in honor of the dead.

Namor almost broke down when he saw your name in one of those.

He became a bit secluded (even more than before), only going out to patrol the borders of the city or to help when his people asked him to. He began recollecting his food and bringing it to his home, not wanting to another one rob the job of you.

Then it happened, five years into your disappearance, he felt the waters go stiff, a part of himself growing in anger at the prospect that the surface-dwellers occasioned another fight that could affect the life of his people. He took his spear and without mentioning anything to the others he swam up with anger.

As his head manage to break the water surface, his eyes could see how some of them began appearing out of air. He frowned before that tiny voice inside of his head urged him to go back home, quickly.

He didn’t even had time to speak as Namora and Attuma announced the re-appearance of the lost ones.

Everything was so overwhealming that he needed some time, he asked for help, told them to help the others, that he needed some time and they accepted without any question. Namor swam to his cave, tired and confused at what was happening when he saw you there, sitting on the floor completely confused at your surroundings.

“K’uk’ulkan?” Your sweet voice brought him back but he couldn’t move. Namor stared at you as if you were a dream and couldn’t help himself but to slap his cheek with force. “K’uk’ulkan!” You quickly stood up, stopping your hand. You were real, you were here.

“Pa’atik.” Wait. Namor gently spoke, making you halt your movements and look at him in confusion. “Justo... pa'atik.” Just wait.

“Ma'alobech? Ba'ax úuch. Ma' a wilik Jach ma'alob k'uj 'túun K’uk’ulkan, wáaj a yaax yaantal wenel ma'alob.” Are you alright? What happened? You do not look so good, K’uk’ulkan, have you been sleeping well?

He laughed at your observation. “Jach a culpa in wilo'obe' beyo'.” It is your fault I look like this.

“Bixi?” How so? Your eyes couldn’t help but widened at the accusation. “Ba'ax ts'o'ok in meentik jump'éel ba'al?” Have I done anything?

Namor shook his head, “Tin tukultaj ts'o'ok u sa'atal.” I thought I lost you.

His hand gently touched your cheek, you could feel the anguish of them, it hit you so deeply that it brought tears on your eyes. Before you could say anything, he hugged you tightly against his body, you doubt for a moment before placing your hands gently on his back. “In yaakunech.” I love you.

Your breath caught in your throat. “Wáaj ba'ax?” What? You whispered.

“In yaakunech.” I love you. He repeated as his hands trailed upwards your body and held your face in them. “Táan jach cegado u, ba'ale' desapareciste tin k'abo'ob, in yaakunech, ma' je'el in K'astal a ka'a.” I was so blinded to see, but you disappeared in my hands, I love you, I cannot lose you again. Namor leaned his forehead against yours, closing his eyes and holding you against him.

You just stood there, watching him, holding him as his words echoed inside of you. He loved you, Namor loved you. His words made you cray in a way you thought never had cried before. You wanted to hate him for making you cry but you knew the truth and you didn’t have the nerve to deny it.

“I-In yaakunech xan.” I-I love you too. You whispered so quietly that Namor thought he imagined you say it. He couldn’t help but laugh, a huge smile forming on his face, softly dragging your face so he could kiss you.

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sailorkamino · 2 years

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relationships: steven grant x avenger!witch!reader, future marc spector x reader, jake lockley x reader [gender neutral]

word count: 2.3k

summary: When you move to London you aren't expecting to fall in love. You also aren't expecting an Egyptian god who kind of sounds like Darth Vader to crash your date but that's just your life apparently.

warnings: reader assaults khonshu with bread, enemies to friends w/ khonshu, big bird is kinda rude to steven but u put him in place

a/n: reader uses chaos magic and is also psychic, f/c = favorite color, steven/marc/jake are moon knight but lets pretends the whole harrow/armpit drama hasn't happened yet, thanos never happened bc i said so

Before you even met Steven, you felt him.

That sounds odd but your abilities make you constantly aware of others, which can be a lot. Especially in such a bustling city like London. Of course you didn’t read his mind or anything. It’s a common misconception that telepaths just love to read minds but that’s not true. You only use it on enemies for information, if you just went around listening to people's inner thoughts you’d probably drive yourself mad. People are weird.

All that being said, you decided to go to the London museum, thinking it would be quiet and relaxing. A nice little escape. You didn’t think how overwhelming it would be to be surrounded by history, invading your senses with centuries of stories. Mostly fucked up stories because colonialism. After years of studying magic your mind is like a fortress, but that didn’t stop the artifacts from banging on your mental door. You’re incredibly grateful that you’re able to control your visions now. You do not want to see all this shit first hand.

You manage to stumble into the gift shop, one hand rubbing your temple in an attempt to ward off the coming headache. You sense some kind of power, something looming and ancient. You wonder if it’s from the Egyptian wing you just walked through but this feels more… recent. It’s an odd sensation that isn’t helping your overwhelmed mind at all.

“Are you alright?” A gentle voice acts. Apparently you aren’t doing great at hiding your discomfort. You look up to meet the deepest brown eyes you’ve ever seen, framed with dark eye bags. He's absolutely beautiful. Like a sleep deprived male model. Before you can answer you find yourself stumbling, dots swimming in your vision. He quickly leaves the counter to grasp your arm with large, gentle hands.

His touch burns through your designer coat (a parting gift from Tony Stark) but not in a bad way. His energy is unique. Divided but whole. Chaotic but reassuring. “I’m fine, just a dizzy spell.” You mumble, trying not to lean into his body. Would it be manipulative if you pretended to faint so he would catch you? No, you’re better than that. Barely.

“You sure? Maybe you should sit down. I could get you a drink, or a snack.”

You should tell him that you’re fine but for some reason, you can’t bring yourself to pull away. He’s just so genuine. And look at that hair... would it be weird to touch it? You suppress the urge, managing a polite response, “that sounds nice, but I wouldn’t want to get you in trouble. I think I just need some fresh air.”

“Don’t worry, my boss is always telling me to be more helpful with customers. Lets get you outside, yeah?”

You grin, lidded eyes flicking to his name tag, “thank you, Steven. That’s very kind of you.”

He flashes the sweetest smile you’ve ever witnessed, making you even more light headed. He keeps his grasp on your arm as he leads you to the exit. You can already feel your mind clearing thanks to the distance between you and the artifacts. Once you’re safely leaning against the wall Steven speaks up, “I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere."

You can't help but dopily grin as he speed walks away. Within a minute he’s back by your side. He presents you a bag of scarab gummies, “here you are.” He pauses for a moment before adding, "I don’t know why we sell these, they weren’t eating stuff like that in Ancient Egypt, were they?

“Thank you.” You smile, finding his rambling adorable. You try not to react when you take the candy from him and his calloused fingers brush your own. “I’m also realizing I never introduced myself, I’m Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you, Y/N. That’s a pretty name.”

Before you can stop yourself you mutter under your breath, “you’re prettier.” You watch in horror as he tenses up, ears burning red. “I-I think you’re pretty too. Beautiful, more like it,” he fumbles. Suddenly the gummies are out of your hand. You look down to see them floating above your palms, surrounded by a F/C glow. You quickly snatch them from mid air. Luckily Steven is too busy staring at his shoes in embarrassment to notice.

You clear your throat nervously, catching his attention. “So, do you like working here?” Really? That’s the best you could come up with. You mentally facepalm as he nods like a rather adorable bobblehead. “Oh yeah, I love history. It would be nice to be a tour guide though. Maybe one day, right?”

You hum in response, shoving some sweets in your mouth before you can ask any other dumb questions. “Do you, um, like your job?” He asks politely.

You pause. So he really doesn’t recgonize you. Not that you consider yourself famous but ever since you joined the Avengers on a few missions you found yourself thrust in the public eye. You meet a lot of fans but people also tend to be… wary of you. Apparently being one of the most powerful magic users on Earth makes them uneasy.

“I work… in security.” That’s technically not a lie. “It can be stressful but I get to travel a lot so that’s fun.”

“Have you ever been to Egypt?”

The childlike excitement in his voice is absolutely adorable. “A few times, yeah. What about you?”

“No, I wish. I’d love to go someday.” He sighs wistfully. “Enough about me though, are you feeling any better.”

His concern makes your heart flutter. “Much.” You grin, shuffling your bag on your shoulder to look for your wallet. “How much were the gummies?”

“They were only a few pounds, don’t worry about it.”

Thoughtful, gorgeous, and polite? You’re convinced Steven was written by a woman. You bite your lip in a way you hope looks flirty. “Well I need to pay you back somehow. What about lunch?”

He freezes, looking at you incredulously. “Are you… asking me out?” Any confidence you had starts to shatter. “I’m trying,” you mumble embarrassed. He shakes his head vehmently, “no, I didn’t mean it like that, I’m just surprised! I mean, you’re so beautiful!”

You smile so big your cheeks hurt. “I think you’re beautiful too, Steven.”

His tan cheeks flame. “Thank you.”

“Can I have your number?”

He nods enthusiastically. You pull out your phone and type in his digits as he tells them to you. “I left my phone in the gift shop but I’ll text you as soon I get inside,” he promises, rocking on the balls of his feet. You grin as you send him a message.

“Stevie!”

A loud, feminine voice makes you both flinch. An aggravated woman pokes her head out the door, popping her chewing gum far too loudly for your liking. “What are you doing out- wait. Are you Y/N L/N?”

Steven looks at you in confusion as you nod with a charming smile. You can tell that she’s Steven’s superior and decide to help him out. “I am. What’s your name, hon?”

“Donna! I’m a big fan. It was so mental when you closed that portal to hell in New Jersey!”

Steven’s eyes become impossibly wider. “Yeah, that was a difficult one.” You reminisce fondly. “Would you like a picture?”

She nods excitedly, pulling out her phone. You take a selfie, trying not to chuckle at her excited gasp when you sling an arm around here. You try to ignore Steven’s bewildered gaze. Hopefully what you’re about to do will make up for your little fib.

“You know Steven here has been very helpful,” you muse after she clicks the photo. She looks at you surprised. You can already tell she doesn’t particularly like the man (which is quite bewildering to you, how is it possible to dislike Steven?)

"Really?”

You nod with an affirmative hum. “I bet he’s your best tour guide, isn’t he?”

“Oh, he actually works in the giftshop.”

You feign shock. “Really? I was hoping he could give me a private tour sometime,” you pout sadly. Donna hurries to comfort you, “oh, he can do that! I’ve been meaning to promote him anways!”

“That’s great!” You grin, turning your attention back to a very confused brunet. “I’ve gotta go but I’ll be looking forward to seeing you, Steven,” you purr, lightly squeezing his (suprisingly muscular) bicep. He nods dumbly watching you walk down the steps.

“Oi, what were you doing with a bloody superhero?” Donna asks him incredulously, the jealousy clear in her voice.

“Planning a date.” He breathes out softly, still wondering if the interaction was just a dream.

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It’s the day of your date and Steven is ecsatic. Marc and Jake are not. They agree you’re beautiful but are very against the idea of going out with an Avenger, saying it will get in the way of their ‘business’ with Khonshu. But Steven is tired of letting that bloody pigeon influence his life so he ignores all of them, puts on his favorite jumper, and goes to the closest florist shop.

And that’s how he finds himself standing infront of you with a boquet of sunflowers.“These are just beautiful!” You gush, pressing a kiss againt his cheek as you take them. He flushes adorably. You do a quick scan around the park to make sure no one is looking before conjuring a vase with water. Did you do it just to show off? Yes. Yes you did.

You place the flowers in the middle of the picnic blanket. “Now we have a centerpiece,” you hum happily, grabbing the wicker basket you brought. He sits across from you, watching in awe as you pull a variety of noodles, dumplings, rice, and tofu dishes out. Like clowns coming out of a little car.

“Try this,” you offer, handing him one of the containers. “And don’t worry, it’s all vegan.”

He opens it to reveal ball shaped food he recognizes as dim sum. He uses the provided chopsticks to pop one into his mouth, moaning at the combination of steamed vegetables and rich seasoning.

“This is amazing!” You grin in response, working on your own fruit and tofu skewer. “That’s because it’s the real deal. I went on a little trip to Hong Kong this morning.”

He pauses mid bite, resembling a confused chipmunk. You snicker. “I can teleport, remember?” You point at his empty cup, feeling it with juice. “Maybe on our next date I can take you to Egypt?”

He inhales the dimsum in shock, choking loudly. You use your powers to pull the food out of Steven’s throat, looking at him in concern. He quickly swallows the drink you made him.

“Are you ok?”

“Yeah, aces. Just got a bit too excited.”

“You’re adorable, Steven.”

As the date goes on you open up to each other. He tells you about his DID, which you could somewhat sense already. His mind felt different but you couldn’t put a finger on it. You tell him about how you struggled to control your powers and accept yourself. You used to feel like a weapon but you learnt that weapons aren’t always a bad thing, they can be used to protect others. Instead of a nuclear bomb you started seeing yourself as a shield.

For once Steven doesn’t feel like an outsider. He wants to tell you about Moon Knight. He knows you won’t judge him. Just as he begans to build up the courage a booming, gravelly voice rattles in his head.

“Don’t tell them anything, worm!”

You both flinch. A shiver runs through you as your hair stands on end. All your instincts are telling you to get ready for a fight. That sense of ancient power you felt in the museum is back tenfold. “Did you hear that?” You ask Steven.

He looks at you in complete shock. “What?”

“Can the witch hear me?”

“Okay, where is that Darth Vader voice coming from?” You groan, eyes glowing F/C. Your powers mean you’re always aware of your surroundings, you don’t like this sudden uncertainty. Especially not when Steven is at risk.

Suddenly a large mummified being with a bird skull appears behind your date. Because this is what your life has come to apparently. “Can you see me, witch?” Without saying anything you use your abilities to send a roll flying, hitting him square in the beak. He flinches back in surprise. Steven watches on, not knowing if he should laugh or shake in fear. Maybe both.

“Does that answer your question?” You ask sassily. “You’re some kind of deity right? I’m getting Egyptian vibes,” you muse outloud. Despite having no real facial features he manages to look unimpressed. “I thought you had magic, yet you can’t figure out who I am, little one?"

You squint at him for a moment, reaching out your consciousness. “Khonshu? I think I’ll call you cashew.”

“You will not!” He bellows. Poor Steven flinches at the volume but you just purse your lips. “It’s not fun being called stupid nicknames, is it?”

He pauses, tilting his skeletal head at you. “Excuse me?”

“You called Steven a worm. That was very rude,” you huff protectively. “You should really treat your avatar better.”

“You know about avatars?”

“Magic, babe,” you remind, wiggling your fingers as sparks dance between them. “I want to be in Steven's life, and his alter’s if they’ll have me. We’ll be spending time together so we might as well get along, don’t you agree?”

The god nods reluctantly. “I suppose.”

“Good,” you beam up at him. “But if you ever disrespect Steven again we will have words,” you promise in a sickly sweet voice.

Steven looks at you in absolute awe. ‘I changed my mind. I like them,’ Marc speaks in his head. ‘That was fucking hot,’ Jake adds on helpfully. For once the system agrees on something.

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wandabear · 2 years

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COME UNDONE - WANDA MAXIMOFF X F!READER

Summary: Wanda is a 32-year-old, a divorced mother who hasn’t opened herself up to the opportunity to love again. She met Y/N but the 7 year age difference made her feel guilty… until she end up being victim of Thanos’ snap while Y/N stayed.

What if Wanda never joined the Avengers? Her parents left Sokovia when Wanda and Pietro were little, achieving the dream of living in USA.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Female Reader part 1 - part 2 - part 3 & 4 - part 5 - part 6 - part 7 - part 8 - part 9 - part 10 finale

You don’t have permission to repost or edite or translate my work.

2024

Five years. Five years had passed since Thanos had snapped his fingers, using the stones that allowed him to leave humanity half broken and helpless.

Y/N’s gaze was fixed on the ceiling of her dark room, which was barely illuminated by the moon. She loved having the lights off as soon as she got home, sometimes she just lit a few scented candles and flopped into bed. Anyway, she lived at her work.

Five years were the ones Y/N had spent without being able to see her best friends, and five in which she had listened to Natasha mourn the disappearance of her sister. But Yelena wasn’t the only one who had disappeared.

Kate was also missing, Kate Bishop. Her best friend, whom she had met at College where Y/N was studying to get her Medicine degree. Of course, Kate was studying another career but fate brought them together when they had to share the place, being roomies.

Kate was one of the Bishop’s daughters, some important people in the Security business but that had never mattered to Y/N. She loved Kate considering her a sister.

Kate was dating Yelena, who was Natasha’s sister and thanks to Nat, Y/N met…her.

Her… who had also disappeared after the snap. That redhead with the most beautiful big green eyes that managed to make her sigh. She, who stole her sighs since she met her, she who with her lovely smile had melted all the barriers that Y/N put in her life after so much pain. Wanda Maximoff. That woman who, despite having made her heart beat so hard, had ripped it out of her and had left a hole that would never be filled again. And not because of her death.

‘what are u doing? Today is your night off!’ – Nat. Received.

Y/N sighed.

Possibly Nat would like to get together so they could have a beer with Bucky. Ever since Thanos’ snap the three of them had formed a very beautiful friendship.

Y/N and Natasha had bonded over the loss of Yelena, Kate and Wanda, and Bucky was Natasha’s partner.

The tall brunette hesitated whether to answer. She didn’t really want to go out but she couldn’t stay to be a victim of melancholy either. Natasha tried to introduce her to other women but sadly, Y/N couldn’t stop thinking about Wanda. She could no longer continue to suffer from a rejection from a person who would never love her, much less after having disappeared five years ago.

Her fingers played against the screen, as if trying to think of what to write until she did it.

‘At home. Where u at now?’ Send.

Sighing and dropping her phone on the bed, Y/N ended up getting up and walking to the bathroom so she could take a shower and go out to see her friends. After all, it was her free shift away from that damn hospital.

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2019

Wanda’s life hadn’t really been easy since she’d divorced Vis. Well, to be honest, she hadn’t been for a while before that. The redhead noticed the distance that man was putting with her. Almost for two years where he was barely by her side, and after a long talk between the two, they realized that neither was happy with the other anymore.

Wanda and Vis got married when they were 20 years old, they were young people in love fighting against the world that told them they should wait. They were together for almost ten years.

Two years later, when they were 22 years old, Wanda got pregnant with twins. Vision had just finished his first year in the tec company of the Starks.

From there, their lives had become monotonous and although they had been beautiful years of happiness and a united lovely family, things between them became cold and lonely. Especially for Wanda, she was waiting for a husband who always was traveling and when he came home, he just wanted to rest and see his boys.

“So… how are the boys?” Natasha asked before drinking some of her coffee, watching as her best friend just smiled tenderly and shrugged.

“Growing up. Those two never stop fighting but… they’re very close.” Wanda said with a proud smile. “Billy is very sensitive and empathetic and kind, and Tommy is more… you know, teasing, at times some times he wants to look strong and independent, but also very loving and kind too.”

“Like you and Pietro.” Natasha smiled, arching an eyebrow.

“Hey!” Wanda made a pout but then she giggled. They were both sitting on the sofa, sharing a nice chat once the twins finally was with their dad and allowed the redhead a bit of peace.

“Have you been dating? Is there someone special that makes you smile lately?” Natasha asked somewhat curiously, with a tiny mischievous side smile.

“Oh no, of course not.”

“Oh come on, Wands! Why not? You haven’t been out with anyone in a long time. Since Vision you’ve been… alone.” Natasha snorted. “I told you I could introduce you to a nice friend. I know someone who wanted to meet you…”

“Don’t even talk to me about your blind dates, okay? I don’t feel ready yet to have more problems than I already have.” Wanda shook her head, bringing the cup of coffee to her lips.

“Come on.” Natasha flopped down against the back of the couch and was tempted to throw a pillow at her, if only her friend wasn’t still holding her cup. “How about MATCHER?”

“The dating-app?” Wanda wrinkled her nose at her, completely in denial. “No, thanks.”

“It’s full of polyamorous couples and threesome-seekers anyway.”

“And how do you know that?“ Wanda cocked her head curiously, trying not to smile amused but she couldn’t help it, they both burst out laughing.

“Is there anything more depressing than dating in your 30s?”

Both redheads talked pleasantly about everything that had happened in their lives these last few weeks until the door opened.

A petite blonde and a almost six-foot brunette came through the doorway, carrying some boxes. She didn’t seem to surprise Natasha at all, she knew that her sister would come today to drop off some boxes that she had to bring from her old apartment.

Natasha had made a bet with Yelena and the blonde had lost, therefore, she had to take care of bringing them.

“Leave them here, I’ll take care of it.” Yelena pointed to the spot to the side of the stairs. The sisters lived together after moving from Ohio.

“Kate should be here with us, helping us.” Y/N growled, leaving one of her boxes down next to Yelena. She got up and ran a hand over her forehead, they weren’t light at all.

“Neither of the two, in fact. Yelena was the one to bring you, not to use you, y/n/n.” Natasha shook her head and got up from the couch to give her sister a little poke, who just complained and then hugged Y/N as thanks. “Thank you, Y/N, you are a sweetheart.”

But Y/N hadn’t paid much attention to that talk since since her eyes were lost on the redhead who was still sitting on the sofa. Not Natasha, of course. The white skin that contrasted with her hair, green eyes and some birthmarks on her beautiful face that seemed carved by some goddess.

Y/N was about to babble, until she found the strength to do it right.

“No problem, happy to help.”

“No hug for me?” Yelena complained. She turned to see Wanda and just waved at her before walking towards the kitchen. “Hello Wanda!”

The redhead named Wanda answered that greeting with an adorable smile. Y/N’s heart melted.

“No, for cheating and using your best friend card.” Nat groaned and then noticed how the girl was looking at Wanda. “Oh yeah. I’m sorry, Wanda, she’s Y/N Y/L/N. Y/N, Wanda.” She pointed at them, causing the sokovian woman to giggle.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N.” Wanda smiled and for a moment, Y/N knew her heart had left her place to run to Wanda to never return.

In her twenty-four years she had fallen in love once, the only relationship Y/N had and it was really bad. It was a disastrous and painful relationship where Y/N was cheated.

“Totally the same.” The brunette managed to mutter, until she came out of that spell in which she was.

The tallest woman kept her hands in her pockets so that neither of them would notice the nerves she felt seeing such a beautiful woman.

“How’s everything at College, Y/N?” Nat asked her as she took a seat next to Wanda, who seemed curious to know your answer.

Since Y/N step through the door, Wanda took the opportunity to look at her from top to bottom and without a doubt, realize that you were a very beautiful woman. Brown hair, taller than her, brown eyes and a charming smile. Wearing that leather jacket that fit Y/N quite well.

“Everything’s really good, I have a little less than two years left.…” Y/N opened her eyes and sighed. “I’m trying to prepare for my final exam in Microbiology and… I don’t know if I can do it, but at least I try.”

“Of course you can, I know you can. You’re a very capable girl and Yelena always tells me that you help her with her stuff in the classes you both share. Psych 104?” Natasha seemed more confident than Y/N, which made her smile.

“What are you studying, Y/N?” Wanda asked curiously. That accent, Wanda had an accent.

If that woman lacked something to be even more beautiful and sexy, it was to know that she had a slight accent.

“Medicine.” Y/N grimaced, noticing how the redhead also seemed surprised. It wasn’t an easy career but it was a nice career if you knew how to cope with it. “It’s not easy, but… it’s what I want.”

“Remember when you were at college and I was supposed to visit you?” Natasha asked Wanda, making her laugh at one of the most hilarious memories they both had.

The three of them had a small conversation telling that story to Y/N, who also ended up laughing too.

Yelena took about five minutes and came back again, carrying a bag. “Okay, teddybear, let’s go. I already have everything I need.”

“Teddybear?” Wanda asked, not knowing whether to laugh or keep her face serious at that nickname. Different from the one that Nat had called you minutes before. Natasha knew that story about ‘teddybear’ so she preferred to drink her coffee to hide her smile.

“That’s what we call Y/N, with Kate.” Yelena explained, though her friend shook her head begging her not to.

“Why?”

“I’is a long long story.” Y/N narrowed her eyes and took the bag Yelena was carrying before pushing her away. “Let’s go. Move.”

“Not very long, you’ll see when…” Yelena was about to tell Wanda everything when the brunette ended up taking her away, dragging her.

“It will be another day, Wanda. Nice to meet you!” Y/N groaned as they walked towards the exit.

The two redheads kept looking at them with an amused smile, but the look of Wanda was different. She felt an interest that she had not felt before.

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Y/N was on her own bed playing with her phone, trying to pass the time that Friday night. Kate and Yelena were at a party that Y/N wasn’t interested in hearing about, didn’t feel like going out that night.

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Her plan was to eat some pizza, watch a movie ot a tv show, and snoop through some Instagram stories.

Y/N smiled at Yelena’s stories, where Kate was seen trying to do a cartwheel in the campus, saying what she could do sober or after some beers too.

Y/N swiped across the screen again and came to Natasha’s stories, who had uploaded a flashback photo of her and Wanda, sitting on a wall and holding out their hands as if to grab the camera. They looked a few years younger but beautiful, having fun together.

But aside from how adorable Wanda looked, Y/N’s attention was drawn to the tag in that photo. It was tagged, Wanda’s Instagram profile.

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The brunette hesitated for a moment whether to peek a little, perhaps it was better to keep her distance because:

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a.Wanda was seven years older than her, and she was a beautiful woman, she would NEVER notice Y/N. b. Apparently she’s divorced and had two children. c. She was Natasha’s best friend.

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Y/N dropped the phone and sighed, trying to resist and she did for a long time but ended up unlocking the phone and going to Wanda’s profile, praying it wasn’t a private account.

And as if some goddess gave her her blessing, the profile was free and there were many interesting things in it.

Pictures of Wanda with her children, most of these photos were adorable. Apparently the little ones were twins and cute as fuck, maybe eight years old.

Then pictures with Natasha and some other people that she couldn’t recognize, but in all of them she looked so beautiful as she remembered. Even looked sexy in one of these.

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“So she’s a MILF.” Y/N said as she looked at one of the last photos that Wanda uploaded until by mistake, a very very stupid mistake, Y/N ended up liking one and exposing herself.

Horror. Cold sweat.

What to do now? Should she remove it? Maybe Wanda hadn’t seen it, she still had time, but surely she had already received a notification. What if she removed it, she would know that she had removed it and she would have to explain twice. TWICE.

The girl brought one of her hands to her face to keep from screaming in frustration as her phone vibrated.

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@ wmaximoff sent you a message: Hello there!

Oh, no. Oh, jeez no.

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Y/N gulped and stared at the screen for a moment not knowing what to do or say.

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@ wmaximoff is following you now.

“Damn, Y/N, come on.” She said to herself and sat on her bed, trying to think of what to write to the redhead.

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@ bearisland

“Hey, Wanda. How are you?”

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@ wmaximoff is writing…

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“Everything is fine, I was surprised to see you here.”

“Yeah, because i’m an idiot.” Y/N said, she hadn’t even thought of a good excuse. She bit her upper lip trying to think of something convincing to say but nothing seemed good, nothing that didn’t make her look like an obsessive psychopath or a stupid college gossip girl with a crush.

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@ bearisland

“Yeah… I was looking at Nat’s stories and you came out and I decided to follow you.”

She decided to tell the truth. Kinda.

@ wmaximoff:

“But you still don’t follow me… Feel free to do so.”

“I saw that Yelena is partying, don’t tell me that you are too and you’re there with your phone!”

Y/N smiled and ended up answering her, following a long talk between the two. The brunette one explained that she had decided to stay and be able to spend some time alone, quietly in her bedroom.

She spent her Friday night chatting with Wanda, who told her that she finally ended the week exhausted from her work but happy that she had the weekend to herself. No kiddos.

Y/N took the opportunity to tell her some stuff too and find out more about that beautiful woman.

It was two in the morning and both were still sending each other messages, chatting about one of the tv shows that Y/N was watching and that apparently was one of Wanda’s favorites.

@ wmaximoff:

“Hey, Y/N…it’s kinda late and I woke up early today. I’ll go to sleep, if you want we can talk tomorrow, I’ll send you my pone number. It’s…”

With a huge smile on her lips and some tiredness in her eyes, she added Wanda’s phone and sent her a short message to make sure the redhead had hers.

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“I’m Y/N, this is my number. I wanted to see if it was right.” Sent.

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She waited a few minutes before Wanda’s picture appeared in her contacts, she was already replying to Y/N.

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“You’re already added. I hope you have a nice night, Y/N. And try to party more, don’t lock yourself up like this old lady.” Received.

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“You’re not old, Wanda, you are thirty-two and you’re so beautiful.” Sent.

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She hesitated a moment, realizing that perhaps that had been more flirtatious than she expected. Y/N heart pounded so hard she thought it would burst out of her chest. Perhaps it had been a big mistake but when Wanda answered her again, her heart continued to beat but this time, in a different way.

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“You make me blush. You’re also beautiful. We talk tomorrow, if you want… have a nice night.” Received.

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She fell on the bed with a huge smile, settling between the covers ready to dream of that beautiful woman.

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2024 – PRESENT

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“I’m so tired.” The Russian groaned as she clung to her beer, leaning her back against her seat.

“Come on, the case wasn’t that bad…” Bucky gave her a little playful nudge. “At least we arrest that asshole and will soon rot in prison soon.”

“And I got shot for it!” Natasha winced.

“Well, it’s a good thing they didn’t hurt you because I won’t heal you again. I’m done patching you two…” Y/N pointed at them before taking a sip of her beer. The three stayed a while in that bar they usually visited after work.

Natasha and Bucky Barnes were detectives while the brunette was in her second year at Metro-General Hospital. Things were pretty good for the three of them even though they had such a lonely life sometimes.

Bucky was closed to meeting someone since his traumas and loneliness used to drive people away and he believed that he was not capable of giving love to anyone. Natasha teased him by calling him ‘Winter Soldier’.

Natasha only focused on her work after Bruce Banner broke her heart because the idiot said ‘she deserved better’. Y/N hated that excuse, she knew that if someone loved a person and especially a person like Natasha, he would do anything to be with her.

And Y/N never stopped thinking about Wanda.

“Well, what are we going to do tomorrow then-” Natasha was about to continue when a scream made her turn quickly. The three watched as some people began to scream in fear.

Some sounds like car wheels screeching made the three of them get up from their seats.

“What the hell is going on?” Bucky said ready to take the gun, fearing that it was another attack like the one they experienced in 2012.

Nat just kept silent and moved between the tables of that bar when Y/N looked at the huge tv screen where moments ago the game between Celtics-Heat was showing, now they showed the chaos not only in New York but in the world.

“Guys…” Y/N said pointing to the television.

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“WORLD NEWS 21 - THEY ARE COMING BACK!”

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“…As I was telling you, we are live from New York City, where people who had disappeared after the SNAP appear to be showing up again. Is that correct, Jenna?… They’re coming back! Oh, my god.”

That woman in the news asked one of the journalists who ran in the city, demonstrating how, unlike the snap, people regenerated again in the same place that had disappeared.

The ambulances were immediate, as were the phone calls. Desperate people ran to their homes or places of work to reunite with their loved ones. Others furious to see people they didn’t know in their own homes.

And those three lonely sons of bitches watched the news with their lips open in surprise without being able to believe it.

They were coming back. After almost six years they were all coming back.

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mostly-marvel-musings · 2 years

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Best friends

Summary: Thor and you have been best friends ever since you were kids, both gifted, both competitive. Beneath all that thunder and lightning, there is a romance simmering.

Warnings: Fluff

Pairing: Thor Odinson x F! Reader

Square filled: Best friends since childhood.

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: Written for @avengersbingo and combining this with an old request I had in my inbox, hope you like it.

Request - May I request a Thor x reader where the reader and Thor are best friends and secretly have a crush on each other. The reader has the ability to control the elements. She and Thor have a budding rivalry on who really controls lightning and weather patterns.

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Fluffy white clouds that resembled little balls of cotton had scattered across the skies as the day began, reflecting your mood in a way.

Given that you were literally the one in control of it, you intended on keeping it that way as you went about your work in the farm you had built for yourself, away from the city’s bustle and prying eyes of Midgardians.

Your life was peaceful here, with your horses and farm animals. You seldom felt alone, but there were days when loneliness crept up and kept you up at night.

Those were the days you missed home.

Asgard.

That was when your mind travelled to the past, your life on Asgard - your home, the time you spent with your loved ones, especially Thor Odinson.

He was your best friend growing up, both him and his brother Loki, along with Fandrall and Sif. You would be out for days going on adventures across the Nine Realms, spend hours with your friends in merriment and mirth.

That was until the events of Ragnarök.

Hela had destroyed your home, and you had to watch Asgard burn down to ashes. A day still etched in your memory that the worst day of your life.

But you were so wrong.

The worst happened later when the mad Titan snapped his fingers and let half the world turn to dust. You had miraculously survived, and so had Thor.

Though the events had left Thor beyond heartbroken, he was in anguish no one could even dream of. Losing everything and everyone he loved, his home, his best friend, his family, you.

For the longest time Thor had lived with the fact that you had died on Asgard. He couldn’t live with himself knowing he had failed, not once but twice.

After bringing everybody back and destroying Thanos, Thor had done nothing but search the ends of the universe for you. That was until with Darcy’s help, he found the anomalies in weather coming in from somewhere on Midgard.

It had to be you.

As you fed your horses, there was a gradual gathering of grey clouds up in the sky, making you frown at the change in weather.

A distant rumble sounded through before you saw the all too familiar rainbow bridge flashing in the field not too far from where you were.

“It can’t be.”

You muttered under your breath, shaking your head in disbelief as the cloud of dust and leaves settled, revealing the fifteen-hundred-year-old Asgardian standing tall and proud.

“Still no regard for lawn maintenance, I see. I thought you grew tired of Midgard.” You called out, unable to control the wide grin that formed on your face as you approached Thor.

“I was, but believe me, I will never be tired of you.”

He gave you an earnest smile, longing hid behind his cerulean eyes as he outstretched his arms and enveloped you in a hug, your body automatically melting against his taller frame.

His nose buried in your hair, your familiar scent overwhelmed his senses, making him realise how much he had missed you these past few years. All those years he spent in torment not knowing if you were alive or dead.

“You give the best hugs.”

You murmured quietly, laying your cheek over his heart, noticing the way it was racing and beating excitedly against your ear. His metal chest plate was cold against your flushed cheek as you hugged for longer than you would normally do.

“I like your new costume; you look very cute.” You giggled, pulling back to look up at the demi-God, your eyes dancing with humour.

“Are you making fun of me?”

“Oh, I wouldn’t dare.”

There was yet another low rumbling that echoed from the clouds up above, your smirk widened at Thor’s antics as you watched the skies darken.

“Same old tricks?”

You grinned hearing his huff of dismissal at your teasing. Stepping back, he outstretched his arm and summoned the Stormbreaker, the usual crackle of lightning now amplified as electricity surged through the skies and the weapon landed in Thor’s hand.

“Show off.”

Shaking your head, you made yourself hover off the ground and looked up, making the grey clouds swirl around you in a dramatic fashion. The elements spoke to you, an unsaid understanding you had since you were little. As you grew up, you were taught to respect them, get to know them on a deeper level, and eventually control them to your will.

Your powers were similar but yet distinctly different from Thor’s. You missed the times you and him spent hours competing against each other when you were kids. You were always the one who beat him, and he would sulk around until he could prove his prowess elsewhere.

But you noticed Thor’s powers had grown stronger over the years; the resistance was tougher than you remembered.

“Not the only show off around here.” He smirked; his eyes had turned softer as you descended back to the ground.

The thundering clouds quieted down as you set foot on the soil once again, the sky silently dispersing into normalcy. Thor didn’t speak, though his eyes revealed a different story, one wanting to let it all out. Decades of what had gone by, what he had endured, what he had lost.

“Come inside, I’ll make you a cup of tea.”

You suggested, tilting your head towards your house.

“Or coffee? I have grown to like that drink.”

You chuckled at him, nodding in agreement as you began taking strides towards the porch, Thor following suit, placing Stormbreaker against the porch steps carefully.

The interior of the house spoke of you, only you. It was warm and inviting, cosy and comfortable, Thor smiled as he looked around the space. Bookshelves filled with your favourite novels, plush pillows and blankets thrown over the couch, wooden horses and other collectibles filled the space with a familiar vibe that was distinctly yours.

“Charming. This is a very nice house, (Y/N).”

Thor’s towering presence in it made the ceilings appear lower than they were, then again, most Midgardian homes weren’t meant to accommodate a tall, fifteen-hundred-year-old God of Thunder.

“Thank you. Please make yourself at home, I’ll be right with you with our coffees.”

The aroma of fresh ground coffee wafted through the living room, making Thor hum in delight and follow you into the kitchen where you stood, leaning against the wooden island counter.

As you took out the carafe out of the machine, Thor promptly grabbed two mugs and held them out for you, standing close enough to smell your hair, a whiff of wild flowers filled his nostrils before you held up the mug for him.

Muttering a ‘thank you’, he following you as you walked out to the couch, perching on the side that held a knit blanket thrown over the back, waiting for him to join you.

“So, what brings you back to Earth, Thor?”

You.

It was a simple answer. One he didn’t have to think twice about, but had to because he wasn’t sure how you would react.

“I had to make sure you were okay; I was unaware of your whereabouts until one day I found you. I had to come see you, (Y/N). I have missed you terribly these past few years.”

His honest confession took you by surprise, your mouth opened to reply but no words came out as you saw Thor nurse the mug in his hands before glancing up at you, his electric blues were sombre yet hopeful.

Placing your coffee on the table, you turned to face him, clasping his hand in yours and giving it a gentle squeeze.

“I missed you too, Thor. More than you’d know. I-I was lost after Ragnarök, I didn’t know if I belonged.”

You began, your voice soft as your throat constricted as your mind filled with past memories of your home.

“So was I.”

“You saved everyone, everyone you could and lost so much, Thor. I am so sorry I wasn’t there.” Your voice cracked at the end as you moved closer to him on the couch, placing your other hand on his thigh and rubbing it soothingly.

“It matters not. You are here now, and you are safe. I wouldn’t have been able to forgive myself if you weren’t-”

It was instinctive, your arms went around his neck and you hugged him, effectively quieting the rest of his sentence. Thor buried his face in your neck and held onto you, his strong arms melding you against him as you heard his breathing turn uneven, quiet, unshed tears now falling down his cheeks and mixing with your hair.

“It’s alright, Thor. I’m here, you’re okay.”

Your hand caressed his back while the other found purchase in his hair, your own eyes brimming with tears as you hugged him, trying your best to ease his pain.

He pulled back reluctantly, smoothing down hair that fell out of place against your forehead, his face inches away from yours as he managed a smile for you.

“We’ve known each other for so long, (Y/N). I can’t imagine my life-myself-without you anymore. And I really don’t want to.”

Thor’s eyes searched yours earnestly, yearning for you to say you felt the same.

It was true.

Your feelings mirrored his. You had always had something more than a solid friendship, something stronger that you both felt. It was always brushed off under fear or losing the other and ruining what you had.

Your thumbs caressed the apples of his stubbled cheeks as you touched your foreheads for a brief moment, tilting your head to capture his lips in a soft kiss that would convey everything that words would fail to.

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hobateas · 2 years

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the art of craving | intermission 1

It's easy to feel like you're floating on the clouds when you're near them, it's easy to have them right under your grasp and feel as if they are yours, but why does it feel as if the more you crave them, the more it all seems to fall down?

alternatively, you're a fluffer, irrevocably in love with the seven you work with and it's hard to navigate through your feelings when your hearts are fluttering messes in the presence of each other.

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠. porn industry workers!ot7 x f!reader (side f!oc x reader)

𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠. 18+ (mature)

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭. 2.4k

𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐬. thank you dee @sugakookitty for this amazing banner! :D and also thanks a ton to my little birbie pauli @kookstempo im still surprised you read it so fast and managed to turn this piece complete, thank you babe <3

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞. i know im incompetent but hey, this is something haha! this is the backstory of the favour the boys plan on asking misha for, and an insight to their relationship! any feedback or comments are appreciated <3 comment or send an ask to be added to the taglist!

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“Misha, for fuck’s sake! Stop dragging me around, woman!” Jin whined as said woman’s grip on his wrist tightened.

“Shut up for one second, Jin.” She grumbled under her breath, feeling nervous about what she was about to ask him.

Misha abruptly stopped, making the poor man stumble over his feet. He barely managed to catch his balance before he was being pushed inside a dark room, wherever it was. There was just a small ray of light coming in from a crack between the blinds and it smelled funky, like a mix of moss and cleaning supplies.

He scrunched his nose at the stench, hands resting on his waist with a sass known to only him. With a glare at the woman's figure, or what he hoped was the woman's figure, he took a step closer, so that in the event he tripped and fell, he took her along with him, cushioning his fall with her body.

“I swear on my life, Misha, if you have brought me here to kill me, I will end you.” He threatened, vigilant eyes on the unsuccessful lookout for any threats.

“Oh my, this is- oh fuck. Gimme a minute.”

He could hear the tremble in her voice and his gaze softened.

An outsider would describe Misha as a bold and intense force, they’d justify it in the way she walked around like she could end the world at the snap of her fingers. But unlike Thanos, she was kind-hearted, and did not intend to kill anyone, much to Jin’s relief. But there was an edge to the way she talked, the way she commanded and stole your gaze towards her. She was alike Namjoon, but the only difference was the man loved, but the woman fucked. Did u just add italics or am i blind

“Alright, but tell me what’s up. I hate suspense.” He muttered.

“Yeah, alright. Here goes nothing.” She took a deep breath. “You know Jihoon? The new recruit? He’s the one with the pretty bangs and pretty eyes and the pretty voice and-”

“Oh! I see what this is about. You’ve got boy problems~” Jin chuffed, doubling over as he clutched his stomach harshly.

“W-Well yeah! I mean- it’s only a silly lil’ crush but-”

“A silly little crush.” He cackled. “I’m sorry but what the actual fuck?”

He longed to see Misha’s face, he was sure it would be burning up in embarrassment.

“Jin. Please.” He heard her murmur, voice scratchy.

“I- Oh my, Misha, you have a schoolgirl crush on the new guy. I’m actually gonna-”

He felt a hand push him backwards and an ungraceful sound left his throat as his back collided with the door they had entered from. That door was disgusting, it probably hadn’t been cleaned in a decade and his back had touched that. A full-blown shiver spread down his spine as he attempted to move to wherever else he could but failed as the hand kept him locked in place.

Misha stood on her tiptoes, leaning into his ear. There was still some distance between the two of them, but Jin didn’t know how to feel about the close proximity. The desperation in her voice was real, she was speaking the truth about her crush on Jihoon. Though he could feel the guilt slowly build up in his gut, he didn’t think he was entirely at fault either.

Given Misha’s fuckgirl reputation, he just couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that she wanted to commit to someone.

Guess people do change after all.

“I’ll make you a deal. Be a good boy and listen, okay?” She wrapped her hand around his bicep, her warm breath hitting his sensitive neck.

Jin couldn’t help but squirm lightly, swallowing thickly as he saw her in a whole new light. A sheen of sweat covered them both, out of arousal for one and humiliation for the other. The silence that covered them both for the next few seconds was suffocating, yet neither dared to move.

“You tell me how to woo a boy - the dates, words, and all that cute shit. In return, I’ll do whatever you want when the time comes. No take backs, no excuses. Fair enough for you?” She hummed sweetly, as if coaxing a child.

“Whatever I want?” Jin shuddered.

“Anything. I mean it.” She affirmed, moving her hand to his hand, rubbing the skin in soothing circles.

It was weird for Misha to be this close to her co-star without having it be in a scene. She wasn’t big on physical affection, ironic considering her job as a pornstar. But she had to make a living and circumstances led to this; it was written in her destiny to be where she was right now, and so she accepted it. She didn’t know if she was pushing Jin too hard, but it’s hard to unlearn what you learned young.

“Y-You don’t have to do it, but I’d greatly appreciate it.” She mumbled, patting his hand as she stepped back from his bubble.

“Hey, I don’t mind. It’s a two-way street after all.” He shrugged, finally pulling himself off the repulsive door.

Misha lifted her head with a million sparks in her eyes, eager to meet Jin's hand in a shake to finally confirm the deal.

“You’re sure, right?”

“Yeah, why not. I’m not the best in the dating category but I do have a few inklings here and there.”

“That’s completely fine. We can put two ‘n two together and come up with something.” She smiled.

“Yeah, and we can always take the help of Yoongi and Hoseok. They are the best at romance, from what I’ve heard. Do you know Soyeon from the camera department? They dated her for a month or two but she still doesn’t shut up about the roses and chocolates they bought her during that time.” He recalled, bile in his throat as he imagined himself being whipped for someone like they were once upon a time.

“That annoying woman? I’ve heard so much shit about her.” Misha agreed, thoughts shifting to the sappy moments she remembered witnessing on set.

“Well, to each their own, hmm.”

“Let’s get out of here now, you’ve been taking up too much oxygen.” It was as if the intensity of Jin's eyeroll could be heard from miles away that made Misha snort.

“Step one is to not snort like a fucking pig, Misha. I’m sure Jihoon would want to date a human, not a damn pig.” Jin whistled lowly, ideas simmering to life about how he could annoy the living shit out of her and get away with it.

He ignored the offended look shot his way and quickly opened the door, stepping out with his blushing ears. Eyes darting to either side of the door, he motioned Misha to leave before he did, so in the off chance someone accused them, Misha’s ass would be whipped first.

“You better hold your part of the deal, Kim.” She muttered as they walked down the hallway, a good five meters between them. She was whisked away by one of the makeup stylists before he could retort.

Kim Seokjin was a man of his word, and if the feelings were mutual between Misha and Jihoon, he'd do everything in his power to unite them. Maybe this was the universe's way of telling him to become a part-time matchmaker.

Though in all the years of his life, he had never been appointed to work as a wingman for someone. He didn’t have experience in that department; after being surrounded with people with drop-dead gorgeous looks and sex appeal, to put it quite simply, they had no trouble with finding themselves women and men who threw themselves on them, and neither did he. And that’s exactly why he thought he’d do well, his charms were irresistible and persuasion was of second nature to him.

But he was also an astute man, and he knew that if Jihoon was even half the man he was, he’d fall at Misha’s feet, begging for a taste of her ambrosia without needing a strong push.

“We’re starting in two, hurry up everyone.” Namjoon commanded, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose as he shoved a tense Jeongguk to the side before walking up to the three actors.

“Okay, Jin, Taehyung and Misha. The first part was already filmed with Taehyung, all we need is the foreplay part. And Jin, you take the viagra and hop in once that is coming to an end. I hope you all read the script and are aware of the scenes?” A raised eyebrow in their direction was all it took for them to swallow roughly and nod their heads.

“Great. Jin, go jerk yourself off or something, you’re up in ten if everything goes as per plan, alright? You two, do not disappoint me.”

The dark aura was unmistakably beguiling, slowly lulling everyone into their professional modes.

Every single light was switched off and the room went dark before they were turned on again, this time a dark red that made the atmosphere more sensual than they cared to admit. Though it was evident in the way a shiver crept down everyone’s spine - they were more afraid of messing up and hearing from Namjoon directly.

The man was scary as it is, but he was the devil when he was angry.

Jin slowly made his way to an empty chair, a woman with a makeup brush following him while fumbling with his robe. She tried to pull it down with nimble hands to touch up his collar bones before giving up and leaving, seeing how the man wasn’t ready to show off his assets just yet. A sigh left his mouth as he got comfortable in his seat, hands trailing down his chest and thighs to what laid in between.

The viagra was working, that was a no-brainer. As he touched the leaking tip with his thumb, he hissed, throwing his head back at the stinging feeling. A few heads shot up in fear, hoping that Director Kim hadn’t heard the sound, but Jin couldn’t be the least bothered, not after having known said man for years.

His almond eyes searched for Jihoon’s figure in the dark, curious to see how the man would react when he saw Misha being fucked by someone else. It was a given that he’d feel the slightest sting if he liked Misha in any way other than platonic.

When his eyes landed on a slouched figure on the left side of the room, in the corner, with hands dangling on the sides and a nervous face, he immediately recognised him. As the sloppy sounds of sex hummed in the background, there was an evident tick on Jihoon’s face.

“Oh baby, I love you so much~” Misha’s breathy voice echoed in the room, followed by three loud whooshing sounds of Taehyung leaving his handprint on the flesh of her ass.

He felt creepy watching Jihoon so intensely, but he couldn’t deny the rise he got out of watching the poor man suffer. He stood there awkwardly, fiddling with the sleeves of his shirt before proceeding to not-so-subtly cover his front with cupped hands.

Jin almost guffawed at the scene, inviting more than a few worried stares from the staff. He played it off with a dorky smile. This was definitely the most fun he’s had in weeks, nay, months. Jihoon probably hadn’t noticed, not with the way he was desperately trying to focus on the floor, but the pornstar did notice how Misha kept glancing back at her crush, even as she got her brains fucked out.

Oh boy, he was going to have so much fun being a wingman.

…

It took a while before the shoot finally wrapped up, much to everyone’s dismay, but seeing the gentle nod Namjoon gave before telling everyone to go home was definitely worth the hours of work.

A small groan left Jin’s mouth as Yoongi gently pressed an ice pack to the scratches Misha had decorated his back with, the red aggravated skin finally getting some relief. He couldn’t complain, however, not for a single moment, when he glanced at Jihoon who helped Misha to her room, wrapping her up in a fluffy robe with forbearing touches.

He also saw the tick in his jaw when he looked back at Taehyung and himself, before shaking his head and finally leaving the set.

“Did you see that?” He snickered.

“See what?” Taehyung asked, taking a swig of cold water.

“Jihoon and Misha.”

“What about them?” It was Hoseok who spoke up.

“Well, Misha oh-so-nicely asked me to be her wingman to help her get together with Jihoon. And get this-”

“Don’t fuck with us, Jin. Misha has a crush on the new dude?” Yoongi grumbled, pressing the ice pack further into his back, enough to have him yelp in pain.

“Firstly, I hate all of you, especially you, Min. And secondly, I am not lying,” He moved his hands in weird gestures, “She asked me to be her wingman, with the cute dates and words and what not, and in return, she said she’ll do anything I want her to.”

“What’s that got to do with us?”

“Uh, well, you see, I’m not well versed in the matters of the heart and I need your help to help Misha to, y’know, woo Jihoon and it’s-”

“We get it, you’re an incompetent fuckboy. We’ll help but we want a share in the reward.” Yoongi nodded, completely serious.

“I hope you burn your dick. And don’t waste the reward on stupid shit. Taehyung, I’m looking at you, especially.”

“Huh? Me? What did I do?” The man questioned, offended bythe words of hate thrown his way. “Exist.” Jin retorted.

“Uh guys, I hate to be the one to break your bubble, but I think they won’t need any help.” Hoseok walked to their side, blushing ears and an embarrassed smile on his face.

“Why? Oh…”

A loud moan echoed in the room just then, prompting everyone to clear their throats.

Misha was going rough on him, that was certain for sure.

“Oh well.”

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thorfemmes · 2 years

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hii, could u write fluffy with wanda and f!reader? maybe some domestic cute stuff like cooking together and cuddles after? also, you're so pretty!!

hi anon! thank you for the request and the compliment🥺💗

this takes places after end game, except everyone survived and got a happy ending lmao

To say your life was bliss would have been an understatement. After the final battle, after Thanos, the wreckage was cleared. Therapy sessions took place. Slowly but surely everyone healed in their own time.

Wanda especially took her time. She had been through so much in her short life -her story had even overwhelmed the trauma therapists at some points. But now, months later, she was finally content.

She had met you at the cafe where you worked. She was clueless at first, not realizing that you were flirting with her. It took a trip to the coffee shop with Nat where she not so subtly called you out on your flirting for Wanda to come to her senses. The next day she came in and asked you out on a date.

It was slow at first, Wanda was still in her early phases of healing, but then it wasn't. The slow burn of the relationship felt like a rollercoaster. The buildup was slow and rickety, patience was a virtue for the both of you. Wanda needed to focus on working through a lifetime of trauma, and you respected that. You essentially became her rock. And once the coaster finally reached the top, the plummet was breathtaking. You moved in together, you laughed and cried together. Date nights were a must and deeply cherished between the both of you.

Now, after months of therapy and breakdowns and comforting nights you had reached a perfect moment of peace within your relationship. Now, as Wanda folded your clothes and stored them in your shared dresser, she looked across your shared studio apartment and fell even deeper in love with you.

She watched as you stood at the stove, swaying your hips to whatever music was playing as you stirred the sauce for dinner. Moments like these made up for the heartbreak and pain in her life. Letting you into her life, letting your sunshine crack through her concrete walls was probably the best thing she had ever done.

"Hey Wands, dinner is ready". Your voice broke her from her thoughts.

She walked over and helped you set the table with a wave of her hand. As the two of you ate, she pondered on how she came to deserve this domestic bliss. You didn't push her, sometimes Wanda became a bit spacey when she was deep in thought, and so you let her have her peace of mind.

Once you cleared the table and set the dishes in the sink, you both silently got changed into your pajamas and fell into bed. You curled up against her, your head on her chest and legs tangled together.

"You, my dear," Wanda finally broke her silence. "You might just be the best thing that has ever happened to me".

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cellophaine · 2 years

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Could u write something about matt with avenger Stark reader😋like for example she is this this public famous persona and acts all fancy and arrogant, when in reality she’s not like that and Matt can see past that act. Maybe something with how that met over Sokovia accords and he’s helping her from laws side. Shes fought ultron and thanos and she more tough, emotional and smarter that she lets people see, and Matt take interest in her because of depth of her personality.THANK YOUUUU U ARE GREATTT WRITER❤️❤️❤️

Tomorrow Never Came

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Avenger!F!Reader

Warnings: Bad writing. Vague-ish descriptions. Poorly made-up stuff.

Author's Note: I'm so sorry for the long wait! This definitely took in a direction I didn't expect, but I hope you will enjoy it nevertheless :)

*This is from Matt's POV during the Blip*

GIF is not mine

On the windy rooftop of this quaint apartment complex, Matt took a deep breath, welcoming every sound that was going on around him. A nightly visit to this building was the only consistent thing in the world that changed so much. Three years wasn't a long time, just enough for some people to move on. But Matt never did.

New York was never quite like this. Silence hung idly in the air as the city, once full of life, stood still. It was all over the news how people disappeared into thin air almost simultaneously. The remnants of Karen and Foggy in the same room as him whisked passed his skin before vanishing completely. He called them out until his voice became hoarse, until he could barely recognize himself. In the midst of chaos, Matt found his way to the Avengers Compound, climbing out of the backseat of the taxi on his unsteady feet. His heart pounded in his ears when a deadly silence greeted him at the entrance.

Natasha, who was always calm and collected, stomped out of the room when he asked about your whereabouts. The heavy taste of salt lingered in the air as she walked by. Steve put an empathetic grasp on his shoulders before following Natasha out.

"I'm sorry. She's gone."

That was three years ago. And now, here Matt stood, reminiscing his memories of you. Matt couldn't understand how he had come to fall for someone like you. Someone who could be arrogant at times, impudent to opposing forces, and most important of all, out of his league.

You were a well-known public persona due to what you did. Being an Avenger meant aliens, Hydra and God knew what else wasn't your only enemies. It was the government preying on your most vulnerable moment to lock you up, put you in a collar, and use you for their agendas. Going hand in hand with that was the ruthless media, who was more ready to paint you out to be a monster.

You met when he joined the legal team representing The Avengers before Sokovia Accords were implemented. A press conference was held in a fancy building, courtesy of Tony Stark. And Matt was invited backstage.

Matt wasn't one to judge a book by its cover, but he couldn't decide that for himself. He could hear your confidence through the way the heels of your shoes clicked on the floor; an aquatic scent that reminded him of the fresh rain followed your steps. He listened to the boos, the harsh critics, and the name-calling thrown at you and the team for what happened in Sokovia. You fought back with just as much fire, refusing to yield. He couldn't help but admire how you shut down their twisted words and false claims. As time went on, Matt learned that was how you were. You were never meek. You were fierce, and even though he couldn't see for himself, he knew you were a menace on the battlefield. Your reputation spoke for itself. You survived Ultron, fought in the Chitauri Invasion, and many more. You carried on, fights after fights, saving lives despite some's attempts at making you out to be the bad guy.

He was surprised to learn how the voice that spouted venom to whoever dared to question your integrity could speak words of consolation and great empathy behind closed doors. You provided a company, a helping hand, and a sympathetic ear to those around you. You were fiercely protective of your teammates. The more Matt witnessed, the more he understood you.

Matt found himself looking forward to the days he could see you. The guards you built up to one another came down, reducing to ash. To him, time spent with you felt shorter, much to his dismay. Whenever he was with you, whether it was in the confines of a conference room, the rigid air of the common area, or the salty air of the training room, it never felt like enough. He always longed for more. More of time, more of you. You confined in him things you told no one, and in return, he showed you who he was.

He fell for you, hard, before he knew it, and in a way, he knew that you reciprocated. You took him to your apartment, showing him the place you called home from time to time. He showed you his place, scattered with Braille tags and the dim lights he never used. You became a part of his life, wove yourself into his routine, and took shape in his thoughts when you weren't around.

You didn't define your relationship. You didn't have "the talk," but what you had was a mutual understanding. You cared deeply about each other in a way no one else could change. It was simply the truth, a promise between you, sealed with your blood and your names spoken at the end.

Your romance was cut short when you became a fugitive. You were on the run before the price on your head was made public. You left without a goodbye, and while it hurt, Matt understood why. He didn't blame you for the fallout.

When you were gone, his feelings for you only intensified. You sent him short messages when it was safe to do so. Even though they were few and far between, those small letters carried him through the days without you. Matt saved his confession for when you came back. He prayed for your safe return, however long it would be.

That time came sooner than he had expected, yet, it was all for the wrong reasons. You stopped by his place, sitting in the darkness, waiting for his return. And when he walked through the door, you launched yourself into his embrace, holding him tight against your body. His back fell against the closed door with a dull thump. Neither of you wanted to let go as you stood like that for a while; your bodies moulded together like a marble statue. Matt buried his nose into your hair, taking the smell of faint smoke on your hair, of dry blood underneath your fingernails. You smelled different, but you were still his girl. Always.

You pulled back, taking in his appearance – the messy hair, slightly rumpled dress shirt. His face was one of surprise and tenderness as if he was afraid this was only in his head, and you would disappear again. You broke out of the daze, breaking the little safety bubble constructed just moments ago.

"I don't have much time. Steve and Natasha are waiting for me."

Matt took the hand you placed on his arm, resting your palm on his cheek instead. His voice was barely above a whisper, broken at the edge like fine china.

"I know. But I need you, too."

"I'm sorry."

Your voice slightly quivered, and your heart broke at Matt's show of vulnerability before you.

Matt nodded, pressing against your forehead. You took a deep breath, basking in the proximity you craved. Matt needed it, too; you could tell by how his hand was on the nape of your neck, keeping you close. You reluctantly pulled away; the watery smile laced in your cheery tone, betraying the pretense.

"Take care of yourself for me, okay?"

He couldn't hold it in anymore.

"Before you go, I just want you to know–"

But his words never came as the tender press of your fingertips descended on his lips.

"It's okay. You can tell me about it when I come back."

Your lips were so close to his that you could easily erase the distance, doubts and what-ifs. The both of you knew this could be your final moments together, but Matt refused to believe, God forbid, you would fail and die. You had to come back to him. You had to. And when you did, he could show you just how much he loved you.

But that time never came, Matt thought bitterly. Ever since you turned into dust, he always made your apartment complex his final stop of the night before sunrise. He hoped for something old in this ever-changing world, longing for that scent of fresh rain again, even the smell of dry blood in your nailbeds. He begged for anything, anything at all.

But the building underneath his feet remained the same. After all, he was only a man who looked to God for a miracle that never came.

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owochako-uwuraka · 5 months

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you know who could've defeated thanos? stingy from lazytown

stingy walks up to thanos on the battlefield of wakanda, his head held high

thanos: who is this yellow child-

stingy, pointing the gauntlet: this, is mine *pulls it off him*

thanos: what the f u c k

#mcu #lazytown #stingy

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peridotite · 2 years

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dbssh spoilers

it was fine. better than bog and resurrection f, not as good as broly. i had a lot of fun watching it. the final battle fell off but i felt like that in the other dbs movies too. the animation was p good, lots of good shots. piccolo was lovely. i absolutely loved the gammas. now.

moodboard for me when i think about this movie re: gohan

i tried to lower my expectations. but one would think i shouldn't need to have expectations for gohan to be the protagonist. and YET. HE WAS BARELY THERE. ITS HIS FUCKING MOVIE AND HE WAS BARELY THERE!!!!! NOW THE FACT THAT PICCOLO IS FRONT ROW WHILE GOHAN IS AT HIS BACK IN THE POSTER MAKES SENSE BC HE HAD THE MOST SCREENTIME AND GOHAN WAS BARELY THERE!!! IN THE ENTIRE FIRST HALF OF THE MOVIE HE SHOWED UP IN A SINGLE 2 MINUTE SCENE!!!!! YOU HAD NEARLY TWO HOURS OF MOVIE AND SO MUCH OF THE TIME YOU COULDVE SPENT WITH THE FUCKING PROTAGONIST OF IT WAS WASTED!!! HE HAD LIKE 2 INTERACTIONS WITH HIS GODDAMN DAUGHTER IN THE WHOLE MOVIE!!!! ALSO VIDEL LITERALLY NEVER SHOWED UP SHE WAS JUST ON VIDEOCALL LIKE ONCE.. GODDDD

THERE WAS EXACTLY ONE. SINGLE. CHARACTER ARC. IN THE MOVIE. GUESS WHO HAD IT. FUCKING GAMMA 2??????? W?!'!+_!-$ AND THEN GETS THANOS SNAPPED??????????? BITCH WHAT ABOUT GOHAN! AFTER EVERYTHING SUPER DID TO HIM! IT WAS HIS TIME TO SHINE! HE DID NOT EVEN SPARKLE! AND THE SILVER THE HEDGEHOG BULLSHIT! COMPLETELY NOT JUSTIFIED BC IT HAPPENED WHEN GOHAN WATCHED PICCOLO GET FUCKED UP BY CELL MAX AND LOSE CONSCIOUSNESS??? BITCH YOUVE WATCHED HIM DIE/ALMOST DIE A MILLION TIMEEEESSS AND THAT TRIGGERS THE TRANSFORMATION???? ALL YOU HAD TO DO WAS SHOVE SOME FLASHBACKS TO CELL GAMES IN THAT SCENE. LIKE I APPRECIATE THEM USING THE SAME STRIKE EFFECT AS WHEN 16 GETS KILLED BUT COME ONNNN HE DIDNT EVEN REACT TO CELL BEING BACK. ITS LIKE HE DIDNT EVEN REGISTER IT WAS CELL AND IT WAS JUST ANOTHER BAD GUY. IM LITERALLY ASKING FOR SO LITTLE. ALSO MY FRIEND SAID IT WOULDVE BEEN SO EASY TO HAVE CELL PUT HIS FOOT ON PICCOLOS HEAD TO CALLBACK TO 16S DEATH AND MAKE GOHANS ANGER TRIGGER MORE BELIEVABLE AND YEAH. LITERALLY THEY DIDNT EVEN TRYYYY WHY WOULD YOU PUT GOHAN AND PICCOLO AS PROTAGONISTS VS CELL AND NOT DO ANYTHING GOOD WITH IT!!!! THERE'S SO MUCH THAT COULD BE DONE W THEM AND U JUST MISSED EVERY OPPORTUNITY!!! GOHAN GOT DONE SO DIRTY IN HIS OWN MOVIE!!!! HE HAD SO LITTLE SCREENTIME AND HAD HIS CHARACTER ARC OPPORTUNITY TAKEN BY ONE OF THE FUCKING ANTAGONISTS!! also no mention of great saiyaman whatsoever??? ITS CALLED DBS SUPER HERO.

i paced around the parking lot for like 30 minutes while talking to my friend and sometimes screaming into my arm after the movie. gohan is such a great and rich character they had all the pieces to make something good but it just flopped so hard. why can't they give him something good for Once bro

i liked when he got so pissed at pan getting kidnapped that he nearly knocked over his house tho :)

"gohan do you understand the importance of training now" yeah its not like not only did he not train for years and still got a rage triggered transformation anyway over something he's seen 394 times but also i dont believe for a second that he'd get so weak that he couldn't sense piccolo's ki standing right IN FRONT OF HIM. like thats BULLSHITTTT they did him so dirty. also the fact that he never expressed any guilt or regret over not being strong enough to take on a new threat hmmmmm

also showing goten and trunks fusing at the end but not showing teen gotenks? big L. time piccolo spent w yajirobe and the cat was useless and so were their models. whyd u do them like that.

remind me to never keep my brain turned on while watching dbs stuff again. dear god

#the after credits scene was adorable #my posts #dbz #dbssh

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thegreatestsandwich · 1 year

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I was watching endgame the other day and I was wondering how would Namor react if he witnessed his s/o dissapearing in front of his eyes? Can you add a lot of angst? I really want to be destroyed :)

I reached and you were gone (Namor x f!reader)

Masterlist

Pairing: Namor x F!reader

Word count: 544 words

Summary: Thanos's snap not only affected the surface-dwellers.

Warning: Angst because Infinity War and Endgame destroyed me to the core

A/N: I went to see black panther again and let me tell you! I fell in love with him again and I'm not ashamed

Coments, Reblogs and Asks are happily received! I love to read your lovely coments :)

It started with an abrupt wakening and sweat covering your body. You didn’t knew what was happening, your body felt strange, like something wanting to claw its way out of your body with choking desperation. But you couldn’t place what was wrong.

You tried to put it away from your mind as today was an important day, you were designated by the elder to bring K'uk'ulkan his food for the week, it was a great honor, something you never thought you would be in charge of.

It felt good to believe that the elder see you as capable enough for this duty, so when they gave you the basket full of different kind of fruits and vegetables, you knew you couldn’t mess up. You were confident.

But that strange feeling was still inside of you, deep, deep down, there it was, that strange electricity that wanted to wash over your body with something, something you still couldn’t place.

You shook your head, trying to bring yourself back into reality.

It was quiet in his room, you noticed him painting on one of his murals, you couldn’t help but smile at his art. You carefully walked into the room, trying your best to not disturb his peace, you knew how stressful he has been after the several attacks the surface-dwellers had been made to each other, all of you could feel the vibration of the waters with their wars.

You stumbled with your next step making you frown so you stopped.

“Je'el u páajtal a p'atik te'elo'.” You can leave it there. He told you without taking a glance at you, his fingers taking a bit more of paint before touching the wall. “Níib óolal.” Thank you.

You carefully place the basket on the floor, you wiped your forehead, your hand coming away slick with sweat and you began wondering why your body was betraying you this way. This wasn’t the first time you had asked to bring something to K'uk'ulkan, why were you acting this way? You tried to move but you couldn’t the sensation was becoming stronger, you lifted your hands to your face when the numbness was starting to affected them. That’s when you saw it.

You gasped, tripping on the basked and falling to the floor. Namor quickly turned around, his dark eyes watching you crawling back towards one of the walls, he stood up quickly and made his way towards you.

His hands grabbed your arms, trying to keep you in focus. “Ba'ax le jéelo'?” What is it. Namor’s eyes searched yours and found only confusion. “(Y/N) t'aan tin wéetel.” Talk to me. He could see the fear on your eyes, your hands quickly grabbing his arms and he felt you shake in fear.

You opened your mouth to answer him but the only thing that came out was his name, your eyes becoming unfocused before everything turning to black.

Namor’s eyes widened when you slowly disappearing in a pile of dust, his breath quickened as he stood up, turning around his cave, trying to find you but he was completely alone. He felt a soft breeze and his eyes saw how the dust that covered his floor softly dispered.

You were gone.

And he didn't know what to do.

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the-firebird69 · 3 months

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There are several other battles that opened up and they're pretty big and they're primitive and more or less until they're over and it's Utah it's true last night and anyway we mentioned it it's pretty big and it's getting bigger and people think he's going to go there it's very very big okay there is a lot of people attached to it and fighting over being there and it's getting gross for some people Ellie and John don't think they can stay there much longer it's a big fight and BJ is shrinking

Jackson Mississippi it's starting to get real big they are going to be busting at the seams very soon it's a huge huge deal and our son doesn't have any money there anything but that's where something supposed to take place and foreigners too and Max us minority warlock are all moving in

#Georgia is starting to bust at the thieves again and see at the seams and Thanos is going to have a war there and with warlock and the morlock computer win the warlock up here to win but their losses are heavy and outside of the small battlefield there's tons of them who got creams and it's not a real hulk he's f***** up in his juice and the other guys a giant but he's eating like crazy and there's a pig

#The invasion is on and it is beginning it's gigantic we Believe it'll be stopped but they are going to try tons of stuff

$a couple more battles one of them is down south it's in Brazil and it's over cocaine and it's nothing new but it is turning into a very big hot band foreigners are arriving and they're coming here to cover it if they're coming here and they are working and it is because of the bond making that the morlock are doing and it's because of the empire The empire is there fighting both but it's heavy fighting against morlock and big losses today and bigger tonight and it will be an ongoing war and also in Mexico over drugs they're really bonding to materials and they use this drugs and you should not because you explode into flames and we're really mad at Dave AKA Dan they did a good job we said because he doesn't like the stuff it really did not do anything for him he already has a lot of el dopa it doesn't need anymore he said I think I'm maxed out naturally to him he kind of said it out loud they said I don't think this stuff does anything is it doing anything to do they said yeah I think so I feel a little better and you said my nose hurts so guys start laughing yeah I'm kind of strange and it had a good laugh and his party and stuff and he had to escape it wasn't Dave but he kind of knew it was going on and had to help him escape and he said it sucked cuz these guys suck and they really do and it was not as father it was close and they got kicked out for being gay and yeah Jolene has been sighted she's over there in Jackson that's a Asians are moving in well she's in the west coast but he's driving a U-Hauls for real she's driving you holes that are converted and for real and she's working for a small company and she knows how much people it's working out she likes it and she thanks you and you think her is to work it's a job so there's a few more people she's be and you'll find out she says but we have to get to the battle

#besides the battle in Sarasota which is pretty big and we mean it the pseudo empire and more like are fighting and they're also fighting Max pretty heavy and they don't want them to make it it's not even a funny scene now it's what's going on. There is a battle near here it's in North fort Myers over an apartment that's Ken was in and he says he had a place for our son and our senses that's stupid he wasn't as Ken either and they're fighting over it still it's something else he thinks and it is and there's an object there it's a smaller one and that's right it's the wedding ring and it's near the mall in a jewelry store and you mentioned it tonight that he would get her the same ring and they're having a big fight I'm not laughing I'm kind of oddly nervous because there's such assholes and what they're saying is all this dumb s*** and what they really want to do is find jaleen Jolene okay and they want to try and pretend they're our son or something and it's really it's really gross and other people want to give it to their wives it's a famous ring and it is from a famous place where he said Hawaii area there are a couple other battles but that's nearby and it's getting hot and heavy all this stuff is being revived with the Vader and with the firebird more so and people are making the Vader Firebird it's not as famous as the new one and they're fighting over that and those people who are making the wide body kit for it they are in Los Angeles City and they have a name for it and it is the technical name for a firebird and no you call me at something and he would have no idea he says. 2024 that's funny but no so7 not really but somewhat and then he designations to it for what you happen for you have in it and things like that as a big war out there in LA over the people making it and there's three shops and they have new molds and that's what they want

-besides that things heated up over the Pontiac company there's a lot of people fighting over it and there is some new news about this company they are holding off off on selling it we expect they'll change because they're going to get the s*** kicked out of them and they're trying to defend the plants and it's John remillard and company and bja a few others and they're more lock and they're getting their ass kicked

#and he was mentioning something it's about the car in the Pontiac company and he said that the new car is going to come out with it you have to build it but the name is going to be naming it didn't even wondered how many cars there would be before they would have to start building new ones and it's going to be probably about 300 trillion and right now they're not doing many at all and another question are they fighting over Harley-Davidson and there's a new symbolism that that he figured out and how it applies and it's kind of strange it's like this:::

++you're riding a Harley-Davidson and you are a Harley Quinn and you're accused of controlling David's son which are considered to be kju as his human sons were killed off they survived by a slaughtering people and we're still somehow banished and they are going to be revived they say so in other words the people who own the company would have the majority of the Harley-Davidsons and they would be riding them and that's why the max are holding the company and not letting people ride them or drive them because that's what it means and they made it seem bad and because that's what they're calling people they're calling people who are like the enemy how Harley Quinn clowns but Harley is a short name for Charlie and Davidson is different and Charlie is like Charles like King Charles but no it doesn't have a reference to him they say. So now he says he's going to hold on to the company and he's going to get pummeled as it is he has three quarters of the company and he is getting beaten to hell by the pseudo empire number one who wants it and by the max occasionally and some foreigners they probably won't hold out for very much longer but we don't think that the pseudo empire can hold on to the company and we don't think that the max would sell at all to us and they're going to try not allow us to make the motorcycle Even in our areas and we are going to do that and we're going to start it up soon probably this week and if they try to stop us they're going to get hurt and we need the Intel need with your keys too to get in. And that will do very nicely it is going to be a war over this company because of what it means the same thing with the Vader car company and that is a particular company and we're going to show where that is

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