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#SERIOUSLY CANNON GIRLFRIENDS
brights-place · 3 months
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Hi! May I request headcannons for John Dory and/or Branch with a Classical troll s/o :)
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Dating an Classical Troll
Pairings: John Dory X Reader, Branch X Reader,
Warnings: None
A/N: Broppy isn’t cannon in this one well except for JD’s part. Okie dokie! Also THE CLASSICAL TROLLS ARE SO SWEET AND CUTE
John Dory
- That would be an shock when his brothers found out HE was dating an CLASSICAL TROLL
- like… everybody would be so shocked
- Classical trolls where known for being highly cultured and their music mainly focusing on the an Orchestral part.
- Their music lacks lyrics instead putting more emphasis on harmonies and instruments. They take their music very seriously…
- so when they find out THE JD is dating an classical troll they are shocked jaws to the floor and not believing so
- as the troll that likes to show off and also as one to prove that it’s true he takes them to where the classical trolls lives
- JD was greeted by some classical trolls and others just snicker when seeing JD knowing who he was searching for.
- He was in the middle of the town square
- “DARLIN! YOU HERE?” JD said his hands cupped through his hands “Dude Your lying there’s no way you would be dating an classical troll- Oh damn” “Told you Guys :]”
- When they heard an voice call out happily towards JD they were even more shocked on how you darted quickly to JD and hugged him
- Your small wings flapping as you held your instrument in your other hand before grinning towards the new trolls which JD introduced as his family and branch is girlfriend (Poppy)
- You’d happily greet them and when they left you’d chat to JD telling him you have to go back to the orchestra
- He’d follow behind and watch you in awe and in an loving gaze
- When he heard your music he keeps quiet since he knows that he shouldn’t be loud while you all play since it’s seen disrespectful.
- The first time he did it he had gotten the stink eye from everyone until you explained the proper manners and he understood quickly
- You two dance together but it's you doing ballroom dancing and him is just normal pop dance moves which is so sweet and funny
- You two share songs you both enjoy when he teaches you pop your interested and when you teach him classical he’s invested cause he loves how your face lights up when you talk about your genre
- Loves when you fly around Even loves it more when you pick him up and fly around together it’s fun for him and fun for you
- despite hour small size your physically quite strong, able to lift other Trolls off the ground and can give bone crushing hugs…
- JD enjoyed your hugs but sometimes he feels like the life is squeezing out of him
- He knows you got balancing issues when you try to walk or run cause classical trolls mainly fly so he tries to help the best he can
- He knows that Pride and Ego are important in your culture so he make sure to make your face in town the best
- but in private he loves how you act out from your ‘Classical’ mask and shift to your normal one when with him
- Loves when you cuddle and don’t try to crush him
- he enjoys your affection and the time you take with him.
- He loves you no matter what even though he still tries to get the hang of not cheering you on when preforming sometimes <33
Branch
- Branch wouldn’t talk about it at all
- He wouldn’t say he’s dating an classical troll but it got found out by Poppy who was wondering where he has been going for awhile - The only troll who DID knew was Floyd
- Branch would tell the group off for following him mainly poppy for following him but he gets interrupted when an Classical troll tackles him into an hug laughing and flying in the air with him in his arms
- Classical trolls where known for being strong yet having trouble to run and walk if they don't fly - Would ask you to put him down to introduce you to his brothers and friends - once they met you they where shocked since you were the opposite of Branch - after they left you asked if branch if he wanted to watch you play with the orchestra he'd just follow along
- He knows basic etiquette of classical troll culture, and knows you take your music very seriously you told him that the music lacks lyrics instead you add putting more emphasis on harmonies and instruments.
- He loves how you play your instrument smoothly and can't help but grin
- Would compliment you once your done with your show
- Loves when you pick him up to fly around and you two go cloud watching and star gazing
- It may not seem like it but he's the slow romantic, and passionate type of person
- Loves hugging you and cares for you so much even enjoys when you two waltz together to your music
- You and him share diffrent songs and takes not of everything you like and makes small items for you two
- he made you an new Instrument when yours broke in half
- he loves holding your wings in his hands since their soft even though he knows its sensitive to touch sometimes but he finds it so cool
- he enjoys holding your hand but he's sometimes scared you'll crush him
- he tries to help you so much due to your balancing issues he makes you an walking stick to help you
- Will adore your kisses and your fluffy hair
- let his hand go through your hair its so soft to him and would fall asleep cuddling you
- he loves how your face lights up when you talk about your genre of music.
- despite hour small size your physically quite strong, able to lift other Trolls off the ground and can give bone crushing hugs… he loves your hugs so much - No matter what genre he will always love you.
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bellewintersroe · 9 months
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Max Verstappen x HornerDaughter! Reader Headcanons
idk if you all have seen the BBQ at Christian Horner’s house, but I thought I’d do a fun set of head cannons where the reader is Christians eldest daughter and how she’d interact with some of the F1 drivers. Reader and Max are in a semi secret relationship, it’s relatively new but everybody can totally see what’s going on between them;)
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Ahhh you must’ve all seen the video of drivers singing ‘Wannabe’ at Christian Horner’s bbq recently.
well as Christians daughter, you get along well with pretty much all the drivers on the grid- of course you’re closest to those in red bull, but being of a similar age to many of the younger drivers, it’s easy to get along.
Not to mention you’re insanelyyyy attractive.
maybe you’d turn up a little late to the bbq, let’s say you’ve been out for a friends birthday and you return to all these people in your home. They’re all SO excited to see you, and would probably be like “oh here she is!!!”
hugs all around, you’re a little bit tipsy and have a certain smile on your face that only those closest to you can tell. You’re hiding how drunk you truly are.
why can I picture daniel coming up with the idea to hide and jump out to surprise you- even tho it’s just not your birthday.
There’s one person in particular that’s happy to see you- Max Verstappen.
You two had been seeing one another for a while now, it was beginning to grow serious, but you’d kept it under wraps for the sake of not knowing how to break it to your dad.
him and Geri aren’t fucking dumb they see right through it but won’t tell you this- maybe some light teasing and knowing smirks but the two of you profusely deny it with vibrant red cheek.
seriously the two of you think you’re sooo collected and well poised, but everybody’s eyeing you up when Max greets you with a hug a little tighter than all the other men.
You’d already be such good friends with Heidi and Kika and all the other girlfriends there, they’re 100% involved in the ‘secret’ of you and Max, which means Pierre and Daniel are also fully aware.
so basically it’s the most overt secret in existence, but whatever you’re both delu.
complaining to your dad that the bbq food is BLAND so you run into the kitchen with Daniel, making some weird concoction- seriously you grew up with Daniel so he’s like an older brother- you’re partners in crime.
“I wonder what the horses are doing?!” There managed to be a drunk fuelled Instagram live where you’re filming in the horses stables, whispering and giggling trying to find where the horses are in the dark.
I can imagine you getting HORRIFIED when your flash is on and one of the horses stares right back and you’re both jumping around like scared children. Fr it’s hilarious, expect lots of tik toks to be made in the morning.
Max comes in thinking he’s got you alone but you and Daniel scream out, startling the poor horses as Max gets startled in return.
You all definitely got told off :(
but the screen recordings from the Instagram live was hilarious, the viewers ate that shit up.
“Are you on the phone?” Max would poke his head into the screen, he’d be acting so sneaky, placing a hand on your ass knowing the camera couldn’t see.
Max would purposefully sandwich himself next to you, just so he could sit next to you, like he’d find any excuse to as well.
“oh you’re sat next to my drink.” “you’re in my seat, but that’s fine we can share.”
beforr he’s got a drunken confidence, you would catch him glancing in your direction with small smiles as you catch each others eyes. It’s kinda cute.
you can’t tell me he wouldn’t get a little handsy when he was drunk. His arm would rest on the back of the chair, and it’s the closest you’ve shown to PDA in front of everybody.
every now and then his fingers would brush into your hair, it’s the type of subtle touch that sends shivers down your spine.
you’re at your family home so I can imagine your dad and Geri persuading you to bring out some random game you played six Christmas’ ago. When you object they’re all like “maybe after a few more drinks…”
Ofc they’re right and you’d bring out the most embarrassing thing- like maybe it’s those inflatable sumo wrestler suits or something crazy like that. (Somebody pls tell me you know what I’m talking about I’m not making these up).
it’s just one massive laugh, like people are in tears with laughter watching you run out in a fucking sumo wrestler costume.
once you’re drunk to the point of no embarrassment you’re proudly running around in this balloon of a costume, challenging your much younger (and obviously sober) siblings to a wrestling match.
it gets a little chaotic ok. And drinking with family I feel like gets you 10x more fucked up than in a bar or anywhere else.
when a couple of people are left and your dad and Geri call it a night, a few of you hang out in the back garden, probably roasting marshmallows.
I would say it’s wholesome, but have you seen the video of drunk Max and Daniel on the aeroplane?
there’s marshmallows going everywhere, you knew there’d be a shameful tidying up process the next morning. Glasses are shattered and drinks are spilt, but it’s fine because you’d be having such a good time.
you’d have blankets out and ofc Max shares one with you, putting a hand on your lap the whole time.
you’d sneak up to your bedroom and it’s all giggly and cute as you push the drunken man into your room.
probably almost gets you busted because he falls causing an almighty thud.
watches you with the most gentle eyes as you literally have to take his clothes off for him.
“Max do you own any other clothes apart from your uniform?!”
“Maybe we should tell your dad about us now… I think he’s catching on.”
You think?! Christian would be planning your wedding the whole time LMAO.
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21slurp-blog · 5 months
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Shane mccutcheon general head cannons ˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚
Warnings: mentions of sex very briefly ☝🏻
always freezing. like has hands of literal ice, which always some how manage to sneak round your waist and find themselves cupped round your tits.
smells like musky colonge and fire wood.
sleeps so easily, like your talking to her one minute then the next you hear soft snores beside you. (especially after sex as soon as she’s cleaned you up she’s OUT)
speaking of sex, has a strap but prefers her hands or mouth. seeing you come undone with nothing but her fingers buried inside of you does something to her.
literally creams when she sees you wearing anything of hers but especially her boxers.
gets nosebleeds like all the time?
loves when you play with her hair. the minute the pads of your fingers make contact with her scalp she’s purring like a damn cat.
it’s clear girl has some issues but she’s the best girlfriend ever when it comes to you and would literally rather die than see you upset.
the first time you guys fought and you cried she swore her heart was ripped out of her chest and she did nothing but apologise and kiss your head for days afterwards
just a big softie who needs some love :(
a/n - the shortage of Shane fics hurts my heart ☹️ putting ellie tags to OPEN PEOPLE UP TO THE GOD THAT IS SHANE (seriously if you like ellie you’ll love Shane)
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alastxrs · 1 month
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Hey, saw you you took requests, could you do some fluffy head cannons with velvette x male reader where reader is a fallen angel and they are short but they have huge fuckin wings, and can u make them an angy lil fella
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𝐇𝐮𝐠𝐞 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐈𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐞𝐬 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐒𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥
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Y/N is of course a fallen angel
He's around 5'5
The reason he fell is due to his pride and his wrath
Now his wings are bigger than he is
He thought that he would lose them when he fell but nope! His wings are just black now
His wings will forever be beautiful, better than any other angel's wings
He'll sometimes let Velvette do whatever with them
The way he and Velvette met actually was because Y/N was screaming to someone about them touching his wings
He's just angry about having big wings but he gets worse rage when people touch his wings! (the only one who gets a pass is Velvette because you two actually get close until she asks you out)
He almost killed Valentino because he tried to touch his wings and have sex with him
Once Velvette and Y/N start dating, he's been comfortable with letting her touch his wings
She'll be the one to take care of his feathers
She'll just randomly caress his cheeks just to see his wings flop
His wings can wrap around the both of them while hugging or cuddling
Her nicknames for him are dove, midget, and doll
His nicknames for her are darling, my love, and Vel
He hates Vox and Valentino with a passion but will help Velvette with anything
Velvette is seriously the only one who can calm Y/N down
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❝𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐄 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒!❞
Velvette jumped when she heard the scream from inside the room she shared with her boyfriend.
She was used to it yet it caught her off guard every time.
Vox tilted his head when looking up from his phone. "Your boyfriend has been in town here for a while yet he's always screaming about his wings instead of your name." he hummed, mainly teasing her.
"Fuck off, Vox!" She flipped her business partner off as an annoyed look formed on her face. "At least I can control my man."
Vox scoffed rolling his eyes. "I'm not his keeper you know."
"Well you should be, your boy toy is fucking irritating."
"He's not my boy toy."
"That's not what last night was telling me, he was screaming your name." That made Vox shut his mouth and the television head turned his head away to avoid her smug smirk.
The female Overlord just walked away from the other not wanting to continue the conversation and to check on her lover.
Upon entering the room, where her partner was.
Y/N was laying on the bed with his wings completely covering the bed and his arms crossed, she knew how much he hated his wings mainly due to how big they were.
"Hey, dove-" She started before she was cut off by him.
The fallen angel sat up at the sight of his girlfriend with an irritated look on his face. "That bitch, Valentino fucking scared the shit out of me again!" He spoke as he fixed his hair and he looked at his wings with a frown. "He tried asking me for a threesome again! I don't like sharing you!!!"
Velvette couldn't help but smile as she approached her boyfriend and gently caressed his cheeks to make him look at her, she gently rubbed his cheeks while listening.
"And I refuse to fuck that flat-faced fuck!" Y/N was slowly relaxing and he wrapped his arms around her waist. ".....and- fuck you can't keep calming me down like this whenever I get mad...."
The taller demon chuckled and kissed him on the forehead, only he could see this side of her.
Like only she can see his soft side.
The woman kept kissing all over his face. " I like it when you're putty in my hands, doll~!" She teased just to see the blush on his cheeks, she moved to sit on his lap as she pushed him down. "I mean look at how cute you are!"
Velvette took her phone out and took a picture of Y/N before she showed him in the picture.
Of course, she wasn't going to post the picture.
Only she can see the hickeys on his neck from the night before.
"Darling...." The male mumbled as he grabbed her phone and placed it on the stand next to their bed before he pulled her into a kiss, his wings wrapped around her to keep the both of them close. He pulled away from the kiss for a second. "You are so lucky I love you."
The Overlord giggles as she begins kissing all over his face.
A yelp escaped his face and he tried to cover his face so that he could stop her from kissing his face. "No!"
Velvette grabbed his wrists and pinned them above his head.
"Don't hide your pretty face from me, dove! Heaven gave it to me and you aren't hiding it from me."
That made the short-tempered fallen angel's face flustered and he couldn't help but laugh as he leaned into the kisses he was getting on his lips.
"Well as your 𝐝𝐨𝐯𝐞, you should spoil me again tonight hm?" Y/N's wings soon disappeared now that he was relaxed, she let go of his wrist as he moved his hands to her hair. "I do want to remind others that I'm taken by the most sassiest of the Vees~!"
And of course, she couldn't deny her little dove from heaven.
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This method....is very affective....
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When ur girlfriend is a snack, and you've got a serious eating disorder, so ur gonna keep lickin even when they taste like drain cleaner XD
But seriously, not only is he not a particualry smart dude, but the guy has a bit of that OCD disorder binge eating problem in the au. He's got problems with compulsive behavior, like having to stop in the middle of everything when he's got his targets cornered to eat candy off the floor. And this is one of those less glamorous times where he's gotten himself stuck in a behavior that doesn't do him any good. Like people who bite their nails trying to stop by wearing bad tasting nail polish, but just powering through anyway cus they couldn't help themselves. But it's fun and suits the shows cannon to show Bob hang himself by his own rope sometimes. And it's funny to watch an otherwise quite clever plan be hard countered by a big dummy who was just a bit too excited to canoodle with his crush.
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itsavee4117 · 26 days
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Got a bit inspired by @akiiame-blog and @keakruiser's whole "debunking common stereotypes about the Mario crew," so I decided to do one of my own!
(First though, here's Akii's post (er... one of them) and here's Kea's post)
PEACH
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So there's a lot of stigma around mah girl here... and not in a good way. Admittedly, I was one of those people at one point in time (blast me if you want 😅)
But really... I kinda wanted to do a deep dive into Peach to get rid of all the "PeAcH iS wEaK wOmAn" garbage. I'm gonna be using examples from both the games and from the movie because, personally, I love both. 😊
Lezz get into it!
🩷 "Peach is just a damsel-in-distress!" This is one I think we've all seen a lot, right? Well... I could go on for ages as to why that's false. Namely... oh why don't I just show you?
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No questions? Good. No. Peach is not a damsel-in-distress who can't defend herself. Nah... she can! And you know what? Imma say it... she looks badass doin' it! Seriously, you try toting around a parasol THAT SHOOTS FREAKING CANNONS around, or wielding an axe like that.
🩷 "She's always getting kidnapped!" That's... not a good enough reason to not like a character. Yeah, she gets kidnapped, but I think we're overlooking one thing here. She's being kidnapped. That's not great. So... shouldn't we be pointing fingers at THIS bozo?
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(Yeah, you. You mad, bruh?)
Which brings me to my next point.
🩷 "She just likes being the victim!" *sigh* Alright. Alright... level with me here, folks.
You really think she'd willingly be a victim? I present to you this scene from the movie:
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No. Peach doesn't like being a victim. Notice how she says "Don't hurt my toads!" She genuinely cares for her subjects and would do anything for them. If it meant being held captive just to keep them from getting hurt, she would do it. It's not that she likes getting kidnapped. She just wants her subjects/family to be safe!
🩷 "Peach doesn't care about anyone!" (Yes... this is one that I have heard *facepalm*) I'm not even gonna waste my breath explaining why this is wrong. So, again, my previous statements above. And also these.
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I mean... need I continue?
🩷 "Peach doesn't even love Mario!" You really want me to keep using these cute images, don't you? Alright then! Fine by me! (Unless your intent is to give me a heart attack... which, still worth it!)😊
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I mean... the little glances towards him, the way she's always so close, the way she screams "MAAAAARIOOOOOO" in Odyssey and Galaxy, the way she says "I love you" in that Tennis Game where (dear lord) "Mario 'bullies' Luigi?" I could go on, but I'll keep it simple. Nah. Girlfriend loves her hubby so much. 🩷❤️
Also, if you're gonna use Odyssey, lemme ask you something: would you wanna be proposed to after you were forced to travel the world with some creep you didn't even like, watch your boyfriend get clobbered, be taken to the FREAKING moon, and then almost get killed by lava? It's okay to say no.
🩷 "Peach has no personality" Mmm... nope, she does. And here's a list!
She likes making cakes/baking things, and some evidence is shown that she probably owns a bakery with Daisy or something (MK8 posters, anyone?)
She likes pink and is super girly (being girly doesn't make you a bad person, folks. Just means you like looking femme or acting femme.)
BUT, at the same time, she's a badass when she needs to be and looks good doing so.
She's super sweet towards her friends, but especially Mario (*cough* the entire movie *cough*).
She's smart and strategic. Referring to the movie, she made a plan to round up the Kong Army and managed to stall the forced wedding long enough to save everyone. How many of us could do that? Also. Paper Mario. PAPER. MARIO.
She obviously likes playing sports. Soccer, tennis, golf, you name it! (And she looks damn good doin' it)
She's quite diplomatic, as we've seen. She's good at negotiating with other rulers and kingdoms: the Kong army, Sarasaland, the Beanbean Kingdom, Pi'llo Island (to name a few).
I rest my case.
If anyone has anything to add, feel free. @peaches2217 @keylovesstuff @silenzahra and @zootopiathingz, I know y'all like her, so perhaps?
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starspann · 11 months
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Could u do head cannons of reader patching up matt? Like maybe he’s playing guitar for her and the string breaks and cuts his hand
YESSS OFCCC i love this
patching up matt hc’s
matt stone x reader
fem!reader, she/her pronouns are used
★☆✵☆★
warnings: cursing, injury
imagine matt being ur bf and playing for u omggg
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★☆✵☆★
he LOVES playing for u
whether it be drums, bass, guitar..
he loves showing off and playing songs he knows you like
especially on his acoustic guitar
the perks of playing a lot of instruments
what a talented mann <3
very rarely does a string break on him. especially when you’re watching
but when it does, u always come to his rescue
“fuck!” he’d hiss, the string snapping off the neck and slashing his finger
“aw, baby.”
you immediately go and grab the first aid kit
first, you start w a disinfectant
you rip open one of those little alcohol wipes in the square packaging and wipe away the blood
he’s overreacts all of the time
“OUCH!”
“i didn’t even touch you yet.”
he’s super appreciative tho,
very glad that he has a girlfriend who would do this for him
like he’d just stare at you as you tend to his cut
“what?”
“nothing. you’re just super pretty.”
you don’t mind when he gets injured like this
it’s basically an excuse to play with his hands
he does not get the hype
“remind me again why my hands are such a turn on for you?”
“just look at em!!”
now it’s time to actually apply the band-aid
you and him def bought those silly little kid band-aids with cartoon characters on them
“okay, which one do you want?”
“uhhmmm, spongebob.”
finally, you finish, wrapping the fresh band-aid around his cut
“all done.” you smile at him
“thank youuuu” he’d plant a fat kiss on ur cheek with the whole ‘mwah’ sound
next thing you know, he grabs the guitar again and strums away
“seriously? you just got hurt.”
he literally does not care
“so?? ok, here’s wonderwall—”
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lostsoul1217 · 1 month
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You want to know the one thing that keeps pissing me off in the Hazbin Hotel Fandom? The fact people disrespect the fact Alastor is AROACE
I'n case you don't know what that is here's some very simple explanations:
Aromantic means that you feel little to no romanic love. You basically don't really care about dating, you don't feel romantic love. You can still love people but not in a romantic way like you would with your Boyfriend/Girlfriend or Husband/Wife.
Asexual means that you feel little to no sexual attraction. You do not feel sexually attracted to people or you just don't like it!
Yes, while some people who are Aro or Ace can still feel these attractions, it does not mean you can use that as an excuse to live out your fantasies.
I've seen so many people use bullshit excuses to sexualize Alastor or to shove him into a romantic relationship it's unreal. JUST LET HIM BE SINGLE! These fuckers are always like: "Oh but he hasn't found the right person" or "He just doesn't have good experience with it"
Seriously??? You're mad because a hot guy won't date or fuck you, that's all this is about. You can't let one fucking character not be in a relationship or be sexualized?
It's appealing.
Oh by the way for the people who go: "Well Viv is a terrible person and we don't have to take what she says as Cannon as we're removing the art from the artist!" IT STILL DOESN'T GIVE YOU THE RIGHT TO INVALIDATE SOMEONES SEXUALLY!
Just let him be.
I've had someone come to me and say that "Al is just uncomfortable with sex because he's been through a lot of trauma. It's my personal Headcannon." Literally so they can ship him with Lucifer.
The fact people can't accept that one character is AroAce to the point they completely erase it from his identity is actually terrifying and really uncomfortable. Is this how you would treat actual people? Like, you would treat actual people like this? I had a friend who made me physically uncomfortable because of how much he didn't care about Alastor's sexuality. He didn't care, even after being told he just didn't care and got upset when no one would be horny with him!
For a long time I've questioned if I was AroAce because I don't feel sexual attraction, I very rarely feel sexually attracted to anyone, but because of what I keep seeing happen to fictional characters who are Cannonly AroAce and even to an actual person called Jaiden Animations I'm scared to even have that label.
I just don't understand why no one can respect that a person doesn't want to be in a relationship or like anything sexual. Why? I genuinely don't understand. It makes me so mad and upset, scared even. Just let him be. It's not as if it's a popular Headcannon, it's been confirmed in and outside the show! He's even shown that he's uncomfortable with it in show.
If I've made any spelling errors I apologize. I'm just upset atm.
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missmaywemeetagain · 6 months
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SNEAK PEEK:
March 14th, 1960
Graceland
Elvis can’t sleep. Even after his romp with the little ice skater currently wrapped in his arms, and the lingering exhaustion that never seems to truly go away, his mind and body just won’t relax.
He wants to, he really does. It was his hope that sex might do the trick, but instead he just finds himself staring aimlessly above him, uncharacteristically uncomfortable with the girl he is holding in her post-coital bliss. Honestly, all he wants right now is her out of here and back downstairs with all the rest of the Holiday on Ice company he’d invited over for a party. Maybe play in the surprise snowstorm a little.
Greta is a carryover from his time in Germany, a part of the Holiday on Ice troupe he had seen in Frankfurt. There, it was different. She’d been a welcome distraction, and he thought, since she happened to be one of the few from that company who’d come over stateside, that maybe she would prove the same here.
No such luck.
She was fine and all. The sex was fine, but something was…missing. And frankly he feels strange about her occupying your side of the bed, sullying it with her cloying perfume. He makes a note to tell someone to change the sheets before you come in.
And with that thought, he untangles himself despite the girl’s disappointed sigh of protest and starts redressing. “Best get back downstairs, darlin’. Can’t have folks sayin’ I’m a bad host,” he says disarmingly, tucking his dress shirt into the cummerbund he’s refastened around his waist, throwing her a wide, bright smile he knows from experience has a warm effect on women.
She nods, getting the hint and smiling back at him while she picks up her clothes from where they’d been so carelessly discarded on the floor not all that long ago. Once they are both decent, he opens the door to usher her out and nearly runs right into you as pass through the hallway.
It is silly the way his heart races, as though he’s been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. He watches you take stock of the situation, holding his breath for your reaction. It is certainly not the first time he’d been caught with one girl by another, and he can’t help feeling that he has betrayed you in some way. Perhaps it is because to everyone else in this house, you are his girlfriend, and any man in his right mind doesn’t want to be discovered fooling around with one girl when he is supposed to be with another...
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mandowifey · 1 year
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ray boyfriend w/ younger girlfriend head cannons please!
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Ray Harris x (18+)Reader Headcannons.
NSFW Below the cut.
X x X x X x X
Ray likes to refer to you as 'Kid' or 'Kiddo'. Especially when he's being sarcastic or trying to antagonize you.
He will also refer to himself as 'old man' or 'old fuck'. Usually, it's to tease you about wanting to sleep with him. Ray wears that title with pride, knowing someone his age scored a pretty young thing like yourself.
While you are young and haven't gotten to live as much as he has, Ray indulges you in everything you ask for. Road trips, weekends away from home, or even camping a day or two at a local wildlife reserve.
Some of your best memories are from the weekend he surprised you with a trip to the Grand Canyon. You'd always wanted to see it, and he'd remembered that.
Ray would have begrudgingly told you about his love for music. Jazz, specifically. And you would've begged him to play for you. It might have taken a couple of tries, but eventually, he would relent. You remember how much watching those nimble fingers work excited you.
Your sex life is certainly healthy.
Ray is older (52 to be exact), and while most men find their stamina lacking, he does not.
It floors you every time when you think he's about ready to tap out, and suddenly he has you flipped over and a fist in your hair as he's stuffing himself back inside you.
That being said, you do hear him get out of breath. And the mornings after a particularly rowdy session, he might complain about a sore back.
If you do point out him losing his edge, he'd make sure to punish you later.
The two of you have a considerably large generational gap. However, it seems the two of you have a fairly strong connection. Your sense of humor rubs off on him, and his morbid, sarcastic humor rubs off on you.
There are some issues, though. Ray tends to hold in a lot of his emotions. You wear your heart on your sleeve, and he appreciates that about you. But he closes up when he gets upset. You had heard about an incident at his last job where someone had gotten beat so bad they ended up in the hospital. When you ask about it, he simply shrugs; 'dunno, he deserved it.'
His sarcasm does get to you sometimes.
The both of you can butt heads, you're stubborn in your own way, and Ray is... Ray. Once in a while, he doesn't take you seriously, and that irks you. The argument would end with you grabbing your things to leave, not looking at him or responding as he calls your name.
Ray is stubborn and often described as a 'dick'. But with you, he cares. Before you could leave, you'd find his arm around your hip, drawing you in and forcing you into a kiss. While you slap at his chest, you inevitably melt into his iron grasp. He would mumble a 'sorry' into your mouth, and you would forgive him immediately.
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timetravelerpyrite · 5 months
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Uh, hi.
My name is Pyrite, I go by he/him mainly… don't mind she/her though. Newly found out I like Pup/Pupself pronouns too.
I'm 30. (B-day is November 16th, if that matters to anyone.)
//Current Arc: None rn!
//Finished Arcs: Fool's Faller, ABSOLute Panic!
Anyway, not too important, I just kinda found this site and realized 'Oh, there's some people like me here!' so here I am I guess?
Don't expect me to be friendly.
I don't bite! I'm trying to make more friends, but don't shove too much at me at once please.
I don't like staying in one place, it makes me anxious, no I won't tell you why. I was running a lot because of my Ex, she and my bio fam wants me to come back, but I won't, I'm actually tying to get use to staying in one place now.
Most important thing, I'm a Time Traveler and Dimension hopper, how the hell am I both?
I caught a Celebi (He/She/They) by COMPLETE ACCIDENT so now I'm kinda stuck with them, and I kinda got adopted by a Dimension hopping Iron called Iron Eclipse (It/Its)… no, I do not expect you to know what that is.
Call me a fake if you want, I don't care, just try not to hold me down in one spot, got it? Wow I don't like this part the most, why was I such a jerk in my intro??
Anyway, I might visit ya if I feel like, I have two adopted (not legally but who gives a shit) sisters @roguerunawaytrainer and @pokedexcamp! I'm dating @silveredfeathers and living with him and his wife (and now my Girlfriend-??) @trainerlynda.
Adding an addendum: Sometimes we, his Irons, connect to his phone to be able to post. We are;
🐉: Iron Rage. (She/Her)
🕊️: Iron Serenity! (He/They/Fae)
🌋: Iron Eruption. (He/Him)
🌑🌈: Iron Eclipse.
⌛: And sometimes I steal the phone, I'm Chronos his Celebi.
🍞: Thanatos types sometimes too, she has rather broken English so it will likely be autocorrected to hell and back, please tell her if it gets a word wrong, from what I can tell she wants to understand (She/It)
//Open ask games!
Pelipper mail and malice.
Ask an invasive question.
//Magnifying glass ask game!
See his dreams and nightmares.
//A post for you to give me permission for him to hop to your character's dimension! (Either on purpose or by accident.)
//Ooc info under the cut!
//I will not ship with anyone who isn't my BF (and myself, but that's a note for later), just for my comfort. This boi does n o t stay in one place, if he goes to visit someone he will get there himself/he fell into that universe by accident.
//Ooc. This is a sideblog! Unreality. Mod is an adult and goes by she/her he/him pronouns All art I use is my own (Or made for me)! I follow from @theshadowqueenofthedistortion, more info about me on my main! This blog is not settled in one dimension at the moment, so expect conflicting area info. Here's some of my other accounts as well!
//Semi-Serious blog, I will participate in active silliness and also write serious stuff. Will sometimes touch on death, abuse and a few other things, I will tag the serious stuff with their appropriate tw/cw tags.
//Magic anons are allowed! But I am picky.
//I am very open to crossover stuff!
//This guy is very much centered around Future Paradox pokemon! He's not gonna know all the Pokemon's names and will call them 'Irons'. The Iron names are VERY much headcannons unless talking about a cannon Iron.
//When he's on the move things he says aloud will be under
[Voice to text active!] where as when he's actully writing it will be under [Pyrite is typing...]
//What the tags mean.
//Shadow Mod Speaks: Mod speaking.
//Mod Reference: Me and/or Zorana making references for this account
//Shadow Art: Art by me that isn't a ref/finished.
//Pyrite info: Self-Explanatory. For both IC and OOC.
Little Hops: His post/response tag.
Warping Reality: Closed and/or serious RP. I will also use this tag when responding seriously to something.
Where am I today?: When Pyrite is mainly talking to himself.
The Pokemon tags: They are for each respective Pokemon/Iron
Magic Anon Things.: Stuff with magic anons.
Triangle Terror: Pyrite dealing with the truth triangles. He can't turn them off, so hehehe.
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queenofsimpsblog · 1 year
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valentine’s day with shuri ❤️
i wanted to write a full oneshot but my exams are coming up so y’all get wholesome head-cannons instead <3
- aight so shuri in all honesty nearly forgot it was valentine’s day up until the night before
- and she started panicking cuz she knew you deserved the best valentine’s day ever
- so you best believe she ran out to get whatever she needed to make the day memorable for you
- usually you guys would go all out, get dinner at a fancy ass restaurant
- but you reached a point in your relationship where you didn’t really care what you guys did, as long as you got to spend quality time with your girlfriend
- both of you made an agreement before going to bed the night before valentine’s day, saying that you’d surprise her in the morning and she’d surprise you in the evening
- which was perfect for shuri since she got time to think about what you’d want to do most
- you woke up extra early to make shuri a fancy breakfast
- you made eggs, bacon, pancakes, and you even cut up some of her favourite fruit
- she got so happy and started kissing you all over your pretty face
- “happy valentine’s day baby, i’m so lucky to have you,”
- you gave her your present, which was a silver chain with her name spelled out in diamond encrusted letters
- it definitely made a huge ass dent in your bank account, but it was for shuri, so you didn’t mind at all
- after breakfast, both of you got ready to go out for the day
- you may or may not have showered together
- shuri thanked you for the breakfast by eating you out in the shower
- y’all could seriously get nasty anytime anywhere
- you went out to this garden and spent the day there, reading books, making each other flower crowns, just stupid sapphic shit
- shuri got ayo and aneka to distract you for a few hours while she got her surprise ready
- she took you to another room in the palace where she set up a crafts table
- y’all spent the night wearing comfy pyjamas and making cute things for each other
- she even managed to snag a jewelry making kit
- she made waist beads for you cuz she knew you love those
- you made her a shit ton of bracelets
- like seriously shuri has a whole drawer in her vanity dedicated to all the bracelets you made her
- she’s already decided that she’s gonna wear them all the time
- “i’m so lucky to have you sthandwa, i was so scared you wouldn’t like what i had planned,”
- “are you kidding me?? this was the best valentine’s day ever, as long as i’m with you i’m always happy,”
- y’all are such simps for each other
- seeing shuri get all excited when you made jewelry for her made you realise that you’re gonna spend the rest of your life with her
- and you wouldn’t have it any other way
@locoforshuri come over so we can recreate this
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romanoffsbish · 2 years
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Fifteen (2)
Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader
Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader(Bestie)
Wanda Maximoff x Vision (Exes)
Wanda Maximoff x Carol Danvers(Wives)
Monica Rambeau x Fem!Reader(Divorced)
Misery x Fem!Reader
Sad Beautiful Tragic (MW x Taylor Swift Series)
AU—High School Reunion 🤪
Previous Half
This is a continuation, because the fic managed to reach 10k and I hadn’t even finished, so I split it up. 😳
SMUT !! 18+ !! Minors DNI
Strap use, Oral(R! Receiving/Giving(strap)), Marking.
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When all you wanted was to be wanted.
Wish you could go back and tell yourself what you know now. Back then I swore I was gonna marry her someday, but I realized some bigger dreams of mine. Abigail gave everything she had to a boy who changed his mind, and we both cried.
'Cause when you're fifteen and somebody tells you they love you, you're gonna believe them.
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The summer of 2015, you remember it just as it was, a bittersweet cumulation, where fluffy dreams were crushed by brutal reality. Natasha got accepted to Stanford University, and would be leaving New York—leaving you—come early August.
Instead of letting the pain of the inevitable consume you, you chose instead to just make the time with her memorable.
"Sooo... My mom finally agreed to us having an unsupervised sleepover." You shout to your girlfriend mid cannon ball.
Your contorted figures burst through the chilled water, causing shivers to run across the entirety of your bodies, following along the same path of the bubbles encasing you. You popped out a second after her, and found yourself instantly pinned to the stairs by her body while you gasped for air.
"Seriously?!" She shrieks, with a set of shocked eyes, and a devious smirk underway.
"Yeah, she said something about trusting us completely, and something else about how at least the worst case scenario didn't end with me being pregnant so she could cope if need be."
"So, next weekend then?"
"Yes... Next weekend..." You conclude, with a gentle kiss to her nose and a newfound excitement settling in your heart.
"Race you to the deep end, and if I win, then I get to buy lunch." You challenged, and the redhead scoffs at your offer, before separating from you to grip at the wall.
"Not a chance you'll win..." She lowly chuckles before you both set off. 
You did win, however since you won by means of distraction she'd simply disqualified your success, and ordered the both of you a pizza to enjoy by the poolside with your group of friends that had been initially forgotten.
"Detka, are you sure?" Natasha shakily asks, as she stares down at your partially undressed form.
Natasha Romanoff—before you, had been known around the school to get around. Truth be told though, she was simply the product of sexist smear campaigns, started by stupid kids who'd been pissed that they'd never even made it to first base with her. She was far from traditional, but the idea of sleeping with just anyone didn't sit well with her.
For her, it needed to be spent with someone she could trust her heart with, and she'd always known that person would be you. Every thump of her heart intensified whenever you were around, as if it was somehow reliant upon you to beat. The weekend before she was scheduled to leave, her parents had taken off for a much needed getaway before sending her off, and Yelena left for Kate's the moment their car had driven off.
"I've never been more sure of anything in my life Natasha..." You whispered with a cheeky grin, pulling her face to yours by her cheeks, and you both giggled into the kiss as she fell on top of you.
A weekend well spent, full of tenderness, lots of giggling, and most importantly—love.
The weekend blended into a week, since you'd now spent every waking moment together. Melina promised your mom that she'd take good care of you, and so she allowed the occurrence. Currently, Natasha was mindlessly scrolling through Vine's while you were sat on her bedroom floor sketching.
"Detka, whatcha working on?" She mutters, as she drops her phone, while rolling to her side, and propping herself up on her bent elbow
"That's for me to know, and you to find out." You tease, tilting your sketch pad up, while sticking your tongue out at the beauty.
"Not fair..." She grumbled, falling back against her bed in a huff, and in turn ignoring you in a failed attempt to get you to change your mind.
"Such a whiney baby, how will you survive college all the way in California?" You jest, failing to see the way her face drops at the mention, but unfortunately not how your heart breaks at the subtle reminder.
An unsettling silence fills the room as the both of you ponder what's to come within a weeks time, and you refocus your energy into your work.
"Done." You mutter, as you tap your pencil to your lips, and pull your sketchpad to your chest with a goofy smile consuming your face.
You propped yourself up on your knees, shuffling towards the bed before hovering above your lover.
"If you're done pouting, I'll gladly show you." You playfully remark, then place a kiss to her pouting lips, followed by a shriek once she swiftly traps you and your sketchbook against her bed.
"Wasn't pouting..." She grumbles, then quickly straddles your lap to take the book from you.
Her hardened features instantly soften as she runs her eyes across the intricate sketch. Cartoon figures resembling the both of you fill the page, with a multitude of scenes depicted. All from your first date, to your first kiss, with thought bubbles that somehow express your immense feelings in simple phrases. Signed beautifully by yours truly, with a phrase that breaks her heart: Forever Yours, Y/N/N
She moves the sketch out of her eye-line to look down at your nervous face. Delicately, she places the book to the side before falling against you, and burying herself in you.
"Did you like it?" Your nervous voice tickles at her ear, and she places a gentle kiss to your collarbone.
"I-I love it..." She stutters out over her sobs, and you just run your hands through her hair, massaging her scalp, and feeling as she relaxes into you. 
"I'm glad, it's yours, I'll get it framed."
Her arms tighten around your waist, and her head burrows further into your neck, as your hands continue their ministrations. The light sound of her sobs were eventually replaced by snores, and your heart simultaneously burst and cracked.
"Please, no matter where we end up, promise you'll come back for me..." You whisper against her temple, before falling asleep yourself.
No matter how much you pleaded with time to be kind, and to just slow down, it wouldn't. The whirlwind that was your greatest love story was nearing a place of divide.
August 5th, 2015–The day you'd lost the love of your life to Sunny California, she drove off to build her future, leaving behind the wreckage that was your heart after you'd officially given her every last piece of you. Most people love Wednesday's since it signifies the nearing end of a work week, but you only view them painfully.
Natasha truly loved you with her whole heart, and you loved her just the same, which was why you never asked her to stay, because deep down you knew she would've if you had. All she'd ever wanted was for the words to leave your mouth, for you to give her a reason to stay, but they never did. She drove off across state lines, very much aware that her heart would be left behind in New York, right in the palm of your hands.
That same night you fell asleep at her house, in her now empty room, with her smell that still lingered. Her family truly loved you, so they didn't even think to ask you to leave. Before passing out though, a crying Wanda had crawled into the bed next to you.
"He's not worth it darling... He lacked the necessary vi—perspective to see what was in front of him."
"Y/N/N..." She groaned.
"He's—potentially—graduating college in 2019 because he just doesn't have that 2020 .."
"You're the worst..."
"Okay, I'll stop... I'm sorry darling, but truly you dodged a bullet, nobody wants a dad named Vision. Especially not one that is a pretentious twat. It's going to be okay, I promise. Because I got you Wands, until the end of time. So, let's just get some sleep..."
Vision had promised her he'd love her forever, you had even started to believe him, but he decided that the 'bangable college girls' were more alluring than his girlfriend who'd still be in high school for another two years. The supposed transformation you'd witnessed was all just an elaborate ruse, and you were so grateful Wanda had never given herself to him in the same way you did with Natasha. You don't regret a single part of your relationship with Natasha, the only resentment you held was for the fateful end.
"I got you too dorogoy..." She sleepily mumbles, and you smile as you feel her shuffle even closer, and in the moment you know that no matter what, you'd have Wanda, and that would always be enough.
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And when you're fifteen, don't forget to look before you fall.
I've found time can heal most anything, and you just might find who you're supposed to be, I didn't know who I was supposed to be at fifteen.
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"Y/N, are you almost ready to go? Piet's literally pacing the living room and it's honestly making me sick." Wanda shouts up to you from your living room, and you just continue to glare at your reflection.
It's been five years since you'd seen most of these people, so you're not entirely sure why you're so nervous or why you're so hard pressed on impressing them. No matter how much you partake in self loathing, deep down you really are proud of yourself.
You've made a name for yourself, and are successful enough to live lavishly, but you remain humble in your two bedroom home. You spend your free time walking your elderly neighbors dogs for them, to which they reward you with enriching conversations and bowls of lukewarm porridge. Mr. Mittens—asshole that he is, is truly the light of your life. He's a great help when it comes to keeping the kittens you foster in line, and you treat him well with gourmet cans of various fish.
Losing Monica—your wife, had been rather difficult. It wasn't because the marriage was working, no, it was because she'd been one of your best friends first, and then she betrayed you in the worst way by cheating with your assistant. Humiliating you in front of your employees, and ripping the last bit of trust you had in love away from you. Being single for the last two years had given you time to find yourself though, and you became comfortable with being alone.
"Wands, I don't think I'm gonna make it." You shout back, groaning as soon as you heard the hurried footsteps ascending your staircase.
"Don't be stupid!" She exasperatedly states as she throws your bedroom doors open, and flops back onto your bed.
"I'm not facing the entirety of our graduating class without you. What if Vision comes with his brother Tony? I'd honestly die..."
"Wanda, you're literally married to a gorgeous woman, you have a brilliant set of two year olds, and you run a well known business that you built from the ground up. Last I heard, Vis is still as single as ever, because even his trust fund couldn't make the asshole desirable."
"That we built you mean, you're my partner in crime, stop selling yourself short."
Her sudden gasp nearly topples you over as you were on your tippy toes trying to reach a pair of flats.
"Oh my gosh! What if Natasha comes with Yelena?! Y/N/N! This could be your chance."
You'd honestly considered the possibility, even allowed yourself a moment of foolish hope; then swiftly refused to get your hopes up that she'd be there, let alone that she'd be single and still want you.
"Wands, let's not start believing in fairytale's."
"That's the difference between us Y/N/N, I never really stopped, and good thing because believing in them led me to Carol."
"Yeah, your story is rather magical." You lightly chuckle, while painfully searching through your closet for something worthy of the reunion.
"I know... Now, let's find you something worth Natasha's time." Wanda claps her hands, then shoves you away from your closet to take over.
"I'm sure she has better things to do than show up to her little sisters five year high school reunion, who even celebrates five years?"
"Kate Belova does, even more reason to believe Natasha will be there..."
"I still can't believe Yelena and Kate really just switched last names when they got married." You giggle, and Wanda sends a mom glare your way for deflecting, and you shiver at the sight.
"She's probably out on a date with her partner, or helping her kids with their school work."
"You've just imagined a full life for her then?"
"Of course, all I ever wanted was for her to be happy Wands, and I would never dream misery for her in an attempt to ease my own."
"Oh Y/N/N... I'll wish it for you then, that girl absolutely destroyed you, and it's only fair she be as miserable..."
"Yes, but only in the best way possible. She loved me so well that I couldn't fathom anyone else doing it better. There's no resentment for the redhead in my heart Wands, so please let yours go."
"Fine... Promise me this though, if she's there don't just let her slip away if you have a chance. I just want you to be happy dorogoy, it's been far too long since you last smiled genuinely."
"Promise." You exaggeratedly sigh, then link your pinky with hers before shoving her out so you can change into her decided upon fit.
"You act like I've never seen you naked before... Whatever though, I'll respect your boundaries, but you only got ten minutes!" She shouts through the door, you simply roll your eyes and change into the selected upon suit.
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Natasha stood by the punch bowl, with a couple flasks of vodka in hand to slip in. Groaning outwardly as she wonders why exactly she'd agreed to come here in the first place. She knew it was because of the rare chance that she'd get to see you walk through those doors, but as the minutes passed on her anxiety continues to peak.
"Sestra, Kate's not watching, do it now." Yelena whispered as she had her back to her sister, slightly shielding her, and Nat immediately dumped the contents into the punch.
"Just like your Senior year prom." Yelena chuckles, as she helps her sister clean up any spillage.
Natasha smiles as she remembers the prom fondly, having had the luxury of bringing you along; even if you were just a sophomore, they thankfully allowed plus one tickets for underclassmen.
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"Natasha did you get her a corsage?" Melina asks, as she helps straighten out the suit her daughter had selected.
"I-I, mom, you know I'm not traditional."
"Nonsense! What color is her dress?"
"Green." Natasha states with a smile, remembering the way you had told her that her eyes had inspired the dress.
"Okay, pick between these." She mutters, laying out orange, white, and purple."
"Mom, what the—."
"They contrast well with green, do not doubt me Natasha..."
Natasha simply nodded, and decided the white would reflect well with the deep, forest green dress you'd selected. Plus, her suit was white, so it would be another way to tie you two together.
As the time ticked on, she'd become increasingly worried you wouldn't make it down her stairs, then suddenly Yelena came running down with her clarinet in hand. Before Natasha could even question it, Yelena began to play the 'Here comes the bride' tune as you began to make your way down. She expertly side stepped to avoid the slap from her sister, but she definitely winced at the glares sent her way.
Melina had glared her way as well, planning a future admonishment, but she was entirely too focused on getting photos of you.
"Detka, you look, jeez, you look—."
"Jesus, Natasha, we all know you're gay but come on, you're already running late." Yelena grumbles, and this time her mother successfully delivers the slap to her head.
"Sidet!" She commands, and points to the couch, and the shit stirrer walks away.
You lightly giggle at the dysfunction, then lock your eyes with Natasha's, and give her your full attention.
"You look beyond beautiful detka..." She dreamily breathes out, then she raises the corsage up, and you lift your hand for her.
"Thank you darling, you look rather dapper yourself..." You relay, and your heart clenches at the sight of her widened smile.
Melina cleared her throat, then instructed the both of you to face her for a photoshoot. Natasha wrapped her arms around you from behind, and the two of you took about three good photos before becoming goofballs.
The dance was honestly full of idiots, who were either twerking all over one another, or eating each other's faces. Natasha refused to partake, instead she used her years of dance experience, and her iPod touch to make it far more memorable.
There was an outside patio for anyone who'd felt like they just needed to cool down; after utilizing the photo booth, and drinking some spiked punch, she pulled your unsuspecting form outside. She placed her suit jacket over your shoulders to protect you from the New York chill, then found an unoccupied corner. 
"Natty, what are you doing?"
"Well, I plan to dance the night away with the love of my life, sound good?"
"Yeah, but why are we outside?"
Smirking your way, she settles a hand on your waist, then presses play on the selected song: She Keeps me Warm — Mary Lambert.
"Too stuffy inside, I just want you..." She whispers, sliding her hand to your lower back, then placing her other hand on your upper back, and gently sways you.
You don't question it, rather enjoying the intimacy that the twinkling lights, and the lack of sweaty bodies surrounding you afforded you.
"I'll name both of your eyes, forever and please don't go..." You quietly sing along, and the double meaning isn't lost on your girlfriend as she pulls you closer.
Natasha's selected playlist is a medley of love songs from across the ages, and she loves the way that you also appreciate the classics alongside the new age. She spins you out, and lets go of your hand, then smirks at you as the next lyrics sung out.
"Take my hand..."
With a playful roll of your eyes you do as she says, then lay your head against her shoulder as she continues to sing to you in her melodic voice.
"Take my whole life too. For I can't help falling in love with you."
She pulls back slightly, lifting your face to meet her gaze, as she sings directly to you.
"Like a river flows, surely to the sea. Darling, so it goes, Some things are meant to be..."
Then she pulls you in for a tender kiss, slowly moving her lips against yours, as she just cherishes the the way you feel against her.
"I can't help falling in love with you..." She mumbles against your lips, then buries her face into the crook of your neck for the remainder of your time outside.
When time to announce the prom royalty rolls around, she scoffs, then drags you off to her car instead. You watch her in amusement as she takes prom night, and makes it uniquely her own. Natasha finishes the night with you at a diner, sharing a Neapolitan shake, and a plate of fries with you. She smiles in pure adoration as she watches you dip your fry into the shake, and thinks about how much she doesn't want this to end.
The night does end though, and it was perfect. Natasha traced her fingers soothingly down your face, as your breaths finally evened out. Delicately, she'd kissed your lips, giggling to herself as you tried to reciprocate in your sleep. Exhaustion attempted to consume her as she cuddled into you, but she fought it as best she could. For a fleeting moment she was able to just admire all of your features. She sighed once she fully settled into sleeping bag; sleeping on the living room floor was a small price to pay if it meant she could do it with you in her arms.
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"Let's just hope the girl shows this time..." She humorlessly laughs, as a silent tear falls, and she discreetly wipes it away.
"Oh, she will. Wanda Maximoff RSVP'd for the both of them, and that girl doesn't commit to things lightly, she'll have her here.." Yelena reassures her, with a firm squeeze to her shoulder before leaving her once more.
Natasha pours herself a glass of vodka infused punch, then she downs it within a second before pouring out another and heading off to a corner for brooding.
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Your very first day
Take a deep breath, girl
Take a deep breath as you walk through the doors...
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The car ride isn't long, but it feels like hours as you sit in the passenger seat and wonder what you'll find behind those doors.
"It's not fair, I was here first, why does Y/N/N get the front seat..." Pietro whines, 'accidentally' kicking at the back of your seat.
"Because Piet, I'm Wanda's favorite." You snark, then move the seat back even farther, as you suddenly needed ample amounts of room to fit your ego.
"Because, our dear little Y/N here needs to stay in pristine condition in case Natasha is there, and the backseat would just wrinkle her suit." Wanda relays, taking a really sharp right, and chuckling at your collective grumbles.
"You'd think having kids would've made you a better driver." You shriek, while Pietro feigns illness in the backseat.
"You didn't die though." She quips, as she finally pulls into your destination, then turns to both of you with a devious smirk as she parks.
"Let's go!!!" She shouts eagerly with a clap to her hands, and you both reluctantly follow her.
Pietro runs ahead as soon as he catches sight of his old track buddies—Sam and Bucky, and they both wave back to you and Wanda with kind smiles before heading inside.
"Hey, I need you to breath sweets, I can't see your chest rising and falling..."
You inhale deeply, then release a long, exaggerated breath, Wanda rolls her eyes as she steps ahead and turns to face you.
"Listen to me Y/N, you deserve happiness, if she's here, and available you just need to shoot your shot. If she isn't, then maybe have a conversation to gather some closure, then be open to moving on to someone new. Stop psyching yourself out, you deserve the world, and if I had been into the brooding type maybe you and I could've given it to you."
"Gross... You did give me the world though Wands, you gave me a found family of people that love me unconditionally..."
"Stop, don't make me cry, I only brought a backup lipgloss."
....
"Just breathe, and then follow me in..."
Wanda the walks through the doors, and you stare at them closing, before taking in a shaky breath. The doors open once more, and as you force yourself to walk in the sound of your name being called sends a pang to your heart, and regret instantly washes over you.
"Y/N/N, it's been too long, I miss you..."
"Mon... How are you?" You manage to get out, swallowing thickly as you do your best to remain composed as her arms wrapped around you.
"I'm doing well, I see you changed your number, I hope that wasn't my fault..."
Of course it was...
"Where's Rogers?"
"Steve is getting us a sampler plate, but I just saw Wanda enter so I knew you wouldn't be too far behind. So I had to come see you..."
"Monica, what are your intentions here? Honestly, I'm too exhausted to play one of your back and forth games..."
"This isn't some game Y/N, I just miss my best friend, and I know I screwed up, but I'm not going to pass up the only chance I have at getting you back in my life."
"This isn't the place for this conversation, but since you started it, I'll finish it. You're right, I did change my number because of you. You broke me, had you just asked for a divorce I would've understood, I know I wasn't the wife that you deserved. But God, Mon, I was the best friend, and I know you know that. You wanted something from me that you knew deep down I couldn't give, and instead of bowing out you chose to hurt me in the cruelest way possible. To take the little faith I had left in love and crush it was beyond forgiving. I love you Mon, I always will, but I just can't trust you, and that is where we end. Go, be happy, and please don't try to contact me again." You say in a hushed tone, doing your best to not embarrass either of you in front of a room of your peers.
The obvious tension, and Monica's not so quiet sobs stifle your attempt for privacy. So, with shaky hands, and unshed tears hanging in your lashes you walked away from the crying woman, and approached the refreshments.  The ladle was shaking as you tried to pour the punch into your glass, but a soft hand hovered over yours in an attempt to steady it.
"Wands, I'm okay, go have fun..." You shakily whisper, as a tear betrays you and falls on her hovering hand.
"Long time no see, pretty eyes... I thought I had told you, lying isn't very ladylike..."
She caught the ladle before it could splash the punch all over the place, and then she gently gripped your arm to drag you somewhere more private. Natasha took you down a hallway, pushing you into a vacant closet, and then once behind the door she pulled you into her strong arms.
"Let it all out detka, I'm right here..."
Your legs almost instantly gave out, so your hands gripped tightly to her shirt. Natasha immediately lowered the both of you to the floor, leaning against a wall, as she just held you close. You buried your face against her in a desperate attempt to ground yourself.
"I'm not going anywhere sweetheart, I got you." She coos, as she lightly rocks you, and rubs comforting circles into your back.
After a few minutes your sobs had dwindled into the sparsest of tears, and sporadic hiccups, then almost instantly the embarrassment flushes through your body at the predicament you find yourself in.
"God, I'm so sorry Natasha... This is just pathetic, you should go back to the party..." You bitterly chuckle, attempting to pull out of her lap, but she pulls you right back in.
"Hey, nothing about you is pathetic... I meant it, I'm not leaving you, I'm only here for you." She whispers, while cupping at your cheeks and it's then that you see her equally glassy eyes filling you with immediate guilt.
"Oh, please don't cry..." You mutter, as you then rotate to kneel in front of her, and gently wipe away at the falling tears.
Natasha gently smiles at you, before kissing your palms, then while feeling rather bold you surged forward and connected your lips with hers. Her arms immediately wrapped around your waist as you moved to straddle her so that she could pull you that much closer.
"God, I missed these lips so much..."
She whispers against your parted lips.
"... and these pretty eyes, that just sparkle..."
She continues, while wiping the residual tears,
"... oh and this face, it's such a beautiful one..." and her fingers tenderly traced your cheeks.
"Most importantly though, I missed the entirety of you, my heart ached without you. There's not much I regret in my life Y/N/N, but leaving you is definitely at the top of my list."
"Hey, no... You had to go, I couldn't be the reason you gave up your dreams Natty."
"Well, let me tell you, I've gotten that little folded paper with my name on it—twice, and I've never felt more alive than I do right here and now." She humorlessly laughs out, as her hands find a new resting place on your hips.
"You're the only part of my dream worth pursuing, the missing piece..." She mutters with so much conviction that you have no choice but to believe her.
"When I saw you got married, my heart had split in two, I nearly flunked out my final year of my undergrad because I was so distraught. I'd always expected it, because of course someone would come through and scoop you up. Somehow, I pulled it together though, and graduated. Then I decided to further my education and go for my masters, but literally right after I started I found out Monica just moved on. I was honestly confused, because who would willingly give up forever with you, I knew I was an idiot when I drove away. Judging by the conversation I just witnessed though, I'm guessing it wasn't amicable."
"Well, when you left I was very distraught myself, I did my best to move on, but it never really worked out. Monica was my close friend first, so the switch in intimacy after high school wasn't too hard, but in the end it couldn't work. She wasn't you, and over time I just couldn't fake it anymore. Instead of just ending things though, she chose to completely destroy me. Cheating on me with my assistant, and doing so in my own office. There's no way it wasn't deliberate, it's like she wanted to punish me for not being able to love her how she wanted, well I guess deserved is the better word for it. She truly deserved better, but in the end so did I. Honestly, I'd sworn love off, having accepted that I'd only ever get the one great one. You were truly my greatest love story Natasha..."
"Were?" She asks, with her bottom lip caught between her teeth to contain the trembling.
"I'm a bit of a basket case Nat, are you sure you really want to pursue this?"
"Y/N, I just told you how much I need you, please don't make me beg..."
"Seeing you beg sounds kinda hot though..." You lustily whispered, while intentionally adjusting yourself in her lap, and smirking as she tightly gripped your hips to still you.
"Oh, detka, you're playing a dangerous game..."
"Good thing I live for danger then..."
Natasha quite literally tackled you onto the hardwood floors, hand behind your head to offer only the slightest protection. Your grunt of pain was muffled as her lips smashed to yours, tongue swiping across your bottom lip in search of permission that you'd immediately granted. A moan flew from your throat as her hands felt you up over your clothes, and her tongue glided across your own.
Instantly the taste of the punch and vodka transcends across your tastebuds, and you freeze. Your inhibitions are low, but eventually you manage to pull away from her lips once her hand begins to unbutton your undershirt.
"Natty, stop, you've been drinking..."
"Oh, sweet girl, always so considerate... Yelena and I might've spiked the punch, so I had maybe a shot, and I'm Russian so really it was just spicy water... I'll obviously stop if you want, but just know that you're not taking advantage of me..."
"Really?"
"Yes moya lyubov', I would honestly wait forever for you..."
With the tendernesses in her eyes, and the clarity on her sobriety, you pull her back in, slightly rolling your hips into hers and gasping at the unexpected bulge.
"Oh, yeah... I was really optimistic.." She chuckles against your lips, then reluctantly she pulls back to work on removing your pesky suit.
Her mouth falls open at the sight of your glistening core, and even though she wants to cherish every inch of you right now, she's aware that there's an invisible time limit in place. So, she pulls her pants down, then watches as your eyes darken once the strap springs out of her boxers, and she drops to straddle you once more.
"You're already dripping, you think you can handle me sweetheart?" She rasps into your ear, and you nod vigorously.
"Words detka..."
"Yes.. I'm so ready... Please fill me up..."
Natasha runs her fingers through your folds, collecting your arousal and spreading it over the strap, then bringing the excess up to her lips she sucks her fingers in to get a taste. She moans around her fingers, then moves to line her toy up with your entrance.
"Fuck..." She lowly gasps at how easily she slides in, and her lips meet yours for a sweet kiss, and her hips moved against yours at a painfully slow pace, reaching deep within you, but never with enough friction to really get you anywhere but desperate.
Once she had you squirming, and felt you whining into her mouth, she just couldn't hold back anymore. Tightly gripping at your hips to steady herself, she moved into a far more brutal pace, and began to trail her lips down until she had your nipple in her mouth. Your legs wrapped around her, pushing her even deeper into you, and simultaneously causing it to rub against Natasha's clit. The new angle caused the coil in Natasha’s abdomen to tighten as her own high quickly approached.
Natasha’s grunts, your muffled moans, and the sloshing sounds coming from your dripping cunt were truly a beautiful medley. Making up for lost time had honestly never felt so good, and neither of you truly wanted it to end.
Natasha could tell you were close though, as your choppy moans were now filling the tiny space around the both of you. Your ability to contain them any longer obviously lost in your dizzy state. She detached her lips from your breasts, smirking widely as she peered down at the marks she'd just left behind.
She suddenly pulled out, and aggressively slammed back into you at a different angle, hitting the furthest depths of you and causing you to scream out in pleasure. Quickly, she had slammed her lips to yours to stifle your moans, in an ill-fated attempt to keep passerby's from hearing in. Natasha could only hope no one had been near, but at the same she couldn’t bring herself to actually care when she had finally had you beneath her again.
Slowing her pace allowed you to really enjoy the fullness of your orgasm, and the feel of your hands kneading at her breasts had sent her tumbling into her own. Her hips stuttered against yours, and her face fell to the crook of your neck as she moved to regulate her breathing.
As she pulled out, all that she could think about was tasting you, so she quickly found her way to your dripping folds.
“Shhh, I’m just going to clean you up detka, I know you’re sensitive my sweet girl…” She coo’d against your folds, and you attempted to shimmy away, but her firm grip on your thighs held you in place.
Once she’d collected the totality of your arousal, she placed a kiss to your clit, then giggled as your body jolted. Then she worked to redress you, pulling your bottoms back on for you, but before she could do the same with your top you’d reached out to stop her. Her brows furrowed, but quickly settled as she saw you settle upon your knees, and watched as your doe eyes dropped to her strap.
Natasha watched in a lust inspired daze as you worked your mouth over her strap, faltering ever so slightly, before taking it in its entirety, as you effortlessly cleaned off your arousal. Your tears were slowly falling down your cheeks; no longer heartbreakingly so, but instead purely drawn out by pleasure, and something about the sight had Natasha’s core clenching around nothing.
Natasha groaned as your head began to bob with vigor, the sight alone had her ready to burst; your unrelenting movements successfully pushed her over the edge of bliss once more. She held firmly against the wall to keep herself upright, while working to catch her breath, which proved rather difficult as she watched as your puffed up lips released her strap with a pop, and a trail of spit mixed with spirts of your arousal followed you.
Her heart burst as she watched you pulling up her ruined boxers, and then her slacks, placing a sweet kiss to her abdomen before tenderly tucking her strap back into her boxers, then securing her pants in place. You shakily stood up, then found your naked body pressed against the door, as she pulled you in for a vulnerable kiss, that somehow conveyed anything that had remained unsaid.
"You know, this is nowhere close to how I'd envisioned this reunion, but I like to think it's perfectly us." Natasha endearingly relays, as she places soft kisses across your face.
"Funnily enough, I'd expected you to have moved onto something better, so this was a more than welcomed surprise for me."
"Oh, my angel, I've only ever wanted you, since that day I saw you and Lena playing in the backyard and then I joined in for your game of tag. I obviously didn’t know what it meant then, but when I saw you Junior year it had clicked."
"You mean when my mom dropped me off for the first time after meeting your parents?"
"Yeah, you were just so gentle, and incredibly kind. Lena scraped her knee, and I remember you'd comforted her almost instantly. Here you were, a complete stranger, and you were still just so loving. Then, Melina and I watched in awe as she actually let you hold her, because normally all Yelena wanted was for mama to tend to her. You've always been the sweetest thing, making everyone around you feel safe, and I've found over time that my heart just never beats properly when you're away."
“I love you Natasha…” You whimper out, as you try not to cry again for the umpteenth time, but fail miserably.
“Thanks… You’re pretty cool, I guess…” She teases, and you’re grateful to her for lightening the mood.
Natasha and you snuck off to find a bathroom in a fit of hushed giggles as to not draw attention to the closet you were clearly exiting. Once reaching the singular stalled bathroom you both got to fixing your appearances. You splashed water on your face, allowing it to cool your heated skin, before wiping off the remnants of her smeared lipstick, then fixing your destroyed hair to the best of your ability, and straightening out your suit.
Natasha watched you fixing yourself up, then as soon as you seemed content with yourself she'd pulled you into her for another sweet kiss, transferring her deep red lip onto yours.
"Natty, I just got your lipstick off..."
"I know, leave it..."
"Marking your territory already? Haven't even properly asked me out yet..."
"Oh yes, sorry, must've slipped my mind as I was just a bit busy confessing my everlasting feelings for you, then proceeding to make love to you right there on the janitors floors."
Your lips curled at the way she described your previous entanglement of bodies so tenderly, and you cheekily replied:
"All is forgiven... So go ahead, ask..."
"Y/N, will you go out with—."
"Yes!!!" You squeal, effectively cutting her off, as you smash your lips to hers.
"Oh, this is awkward, I was offering you up to Vision, heard he's still single." She winces, as you slap her arm and go to leave before she grabs your hand.
"I'm just messing around, no way I'd ever give you up again. Now, let's get back to the party before anyone notices.”
"Natty, I guarantee you they've noticed." You laugh out while exiting the restroom without her.
Once you slipped back into the event, you'd looked all over for Wanda, then your jaw clenched as you saw Vision infiltrating her space. Natasha walked in right after you, and followed your gaze to find why you'd suddenly become tense.
"Detka..."
Before she could even finish you were stomping over to save your best friend.
"Wanda, what could that woman possibly have, that I can't give you?"
"Oh buddy, a flea could offer so much more than you ever could!" You growled, while shoving his hand off her shoulder, and yanking Wanda behind you for safety.
"Oh, if it isn't little lezzy, I see you corrupted poor Wanda, but I guess you just weren't enough for her, or anyone for that matter. I heard Monica cheated on you, and I mean we all know Natasha drove across the country to get away from —."
He was cut off by a fist to the face, you felt a pain in your hand, and it's then that you realize it is you that punched him. Vision went to deck you, but before he could even rear back Natasha punched him properly, and he was out like a light.
"Go Romanoff!!!!" Tony shouts, clearly drunker than anyone else in the room, as he cheers on his brother’s downfall.
"Y/N..."
"I'm fine.."
"No, detka, you're not. We need to ice your hand."
Natasha went off to collect you some ice, and you turned to Wanda with a sad smile.
"Hey, are you okay?"
"Of course I am, my best friend swooped in like a knight in shining armor and saved me. However, she had her own knight right behind her that requires explanation."
"She came back for me, apparently we're both miserable without the other." You smiled, and Wanda matched your smile before observing your hand with a frown.
"You know what he said isn't true right? Platonically speaking, you’re everything to me."
"Yeah, I know Wands..." You sigh, then wince as her fingers go over your bruised knuckles.
“Plus, we’d be too powerful as a couple.” You state, and the both of you giggle at the thought.
Natasha came running over in a panic with a bucket of ice, and ace bandages that you’d wondered where she found them, then the women worked together to help you.
While the women tended to Y/N's  hand, Yelena watched from a hidden corner, with freshly buttered popcorn in her lap, and a mischievous smile.
"Sweetheart, where'd you get popcorn?"
"Jesus, Kate Belova, you can't sneak up on me like that..."
"My sincerest apologies Yelena Bishop." She condescends, before moving to ask her about her current suspicions.
"So, was this the plan all along? Matchmaking, and then shit stirring?"
"Da."
"Makes sense then why you asked to be in charge of the invites, and why only a select few were actually sent."
"My beautiful wife, you should know better than to trust me, so really, this is your fault."
"Is not!"
"Your name was on the invitations."
"Now Y/N's going to be mad at me."
"Y/N is a puppy dog who just got the love of her life back, she won't even think to be mad."
Kate sighs, but then Yelena continues.
"Now, Natasha, she will be furious, but don't worry dorogoy, I'll protect you." Yelena says, then laughs boisterously, and the hide out is quickly exposed.
"Yeah, well the couch is calling your name, so enjoy your sleep, I'm sure Fanny will keep you warm."
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As you enter your house you toss your keys into the dish, then used your good hand to pet Mr. Mittens, and he tilted his head in bewilderment as he took in your bandaged hand.
"You spend too much time with Wanda..."
He audibly huffs, then his gaze swiftly looks passed you, and then you hear the scuffling of wheels, and the door lightly closing.
"Your place is cute." She comments, as she wraps her arms around you from behind, and settles her head on your shoulder then extends one hand out to your calico.
Mr. Mittens sniffs her hand cautiously, then nudges his head under her hand, and you nearly choke at the sight.
"It could be ours if you'd like, I don't want to push you, but I also don't want to just start over with you either..." You lowly mumble, confidence having faded almost instantly.
"Plus, Mr. Mittens loves you, and that's rare."
"Well, let's see..." She ponders the invitation, while rotating you in her arms.
"I literally gave my life in California up just on a whim in the hopes of finding you, then just today: I've knocked someone out for you, confessed my feelings, and I even stripped you down in a janitors closet. Nothing about what I've done indicates plans to start over."
"So, if you'll have me, then I'm yours."
"Welcome home then darling..." You beam, and smile as Natasha lifts you by your thighs and carries you to the couch, then she falls back with you on top of her.
"Hey Alexa, play my greatest hit playlist." You shout, and a gentle tune starts to play, as you cuddle into the love of your life.
Natasha watches intently as you fall asleep almost instantly, observing the slightest of differences in your appearance since she'd last held you seven years ago. Your face had slimmed ever so slightly, you stopped dyeing the ends of your hair, and you've definitely gained a few beauty marks while living under the sun. Somehow you'd managed to get even more beautiful, and she believes that should be a crime.
Regardless of the changes though, she's just grateful to have you back in her arms, where you’ve always belonged. 
"I came back for you detka, just like you'd asked..." She whispers, then pulls a blanket over you from atop the couch, and falls into a blissful sleep.
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I chose not to write their first time together because they were minors in that portion of the storyline so really I felt the allusion to it was just more kosher.
So, in an attempt not to rob anyone, I gave you their “brief” closeted 🥁 reunion 😂
The elongated smutty portion is truly what made this so late 😳
Also, not that this specific age gap would offend anyone, but Y/N and Natasha are more like 1.5 years apart since she's a December baby and got to start school before turning five.
It took longer than a couple hours because I got distracted and also ya girl had to get ready for work lol (Graveyard shifter)
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The distraction — I got these cute hangers of sorts on Etsy and they arrived when I was writing.
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In any of your fandoms what character(s) do you think deserved better? What should have happened instead?
Oh boy this is gonna be a long one.
Aang and Katara from Avatar the Last Airbender.
Aang should have gotten a growth arc. He should have been given the opportunity to mourn the genocide of the Air Nomads and learn how to let go of his attachment to Katara. Book 2 hinted at that but Book 3 completely reconned it.
My rewrite for Aang is that Sozin's Comet mirrors The Crossroads of Density. Ozai doesn't blast him with lighting right away. Aang still covers himself with rocks as Ozai attacks. There, Aang lets go of Katara and goes into the Avatar State. This is when Ozai shoots lighting at him. But unlike COD, Aang redirects the lighting. He still spares Ozai and the rest of the fight plays out like in cannon. The finale balcony Kata*ng kiss is replaced with Aang apologizing to Katara for his mistreatment of her. Katara forgives him and says she meant it when she said they would be Aang's family. They embrace and the rest of the Gaang come onto the balcony and join the hug. This would mirror the group hug at the end of the first episode of Book 3, thus coming full cycle.
Also, Katara from Avatar the Last Airbender deserved to have her trauma treated seriously and not shoved aside to become a trophy girlfriend/wife.
I would mainly have Katara and Sokka talk things out after the events of The Southern Raiders. They would realize that grief is different for each person and that's okay. Also, I would have someone stand up for Katara during The Ember Island Players. She was clearly disturbed by her portrayal and instead of her friends understanding or sympathizing with her, they agreed with the play. In fact, I would change the whole tone of the EIP episode by having it focus on propaganda and stereotypes. I would also have Zutara crumbs, but they won't confirm anything at the end of the series. I think the ending works better with a group hug.
2. Azula from Avatar the Last Airbender comics
They did her so dirty in the comics. They turned her into a literal psychopath who hallucinates and has to be restrained. To make matters worse, they replace her with a random half-sister who is perfect in every way.
I'm not sure how to fix this without rewriting the entire ATLA comics story, but the gist of it would be Azula working through her trauma and coming to terms with it.
3. Starscream and Knockout from Transformers Prime.
For most of the series, Starscream had been straight up abused by Megatron, Leader of the Decepticons. So when Starscream decided he'd had enough and left, I was rooting for him. He went rouge for a couple of episodes and was a threat to both the Autobots and Decepticons. But then he returned to Megatron??? And pledged his loyalty??? Then mourned his death??????
That made no sense! When Starscream returned to Megatron, I honestly thought he was going to try to dethrone him again but he just submitted. Last time he did that, Megatron tried to kill him in cold blood.
Hated it. Hated it. Hated it. Toxic relationship all day long.
Starscream should have stayed rouge for the entire series. That was when he was at his peak.
Knockout was the Decepticon's medic who joined the Autobots at the end of the show. I love Knockout. I loved that he switched sides. But I hate how they did it. It was so shoehorned. The Autobots had the upper hand and Knockout joined them to avoid going to prison. And they let him no questions asked despite all the trauma he caused them.
I would have had KO questioning his loyalties throughout the show. KO is treated like trash by Megatron (though not half as bad as Starscream) and is constantly looked over. The death of his lab assistant and friend, Breakdown, would have impacted him more especially since Megatron merely brushed it off. Starscream leaving also would have affected him. The final straw for Knockout would be when Dreadwing is murdered.
In the show, Dreadwing questions the honor of the Decepticons and they hint at him joining the Autobots. But he seeks out Starscream for revenge of the death of his twin brother and Megatron kills him. In this rewrite, Dreadwing shares his thoughts of honor with Knockout. He too is upset by the treatment of Breakdown's death because he was with him when he was murdered. Knockout is hesitant but Dreadwing has made up his mind about switching sides. When he goes to talk to Optimus Prime, leader of the Autobots, this is when Megatron kills him. Left alone with Megatron's abuse, Knockout is essentially locked in the ship. Later when Ratchet, the Autobot's medic, is kidnapped and forced to work for the Decepticons, he helps him escape. Ratchet notices KO's change and invites him to come along. KO finally takes the chance and switch sides for good. He proves his sincerity by exposing Megatron's Earth terraforming plans to the Bots.
4. Lotor and Allura from Voltron: Legendary Defenders
Lotor was basically Space Zuko. He hunted down team Voltron in the beginning but later joined them to stop his dictator father. It was also revealed that the father (I forgot his name) abused Lotor and forced him into villainy.
But then, the writers decided to recon all of that by saying Lotor was secretly using Team Voltron and draining the life form from a race of people thought to be wiped out by his father (that his is half of mind you). Team Voltron readily believes this despite fighting beside him for seemingly months and banish him to a different dimension where he MELTED. They actually showed his melted corpse!!! To make matters worse, they gave Haggar, his mother, a redemption! She abandoned Lotor as a child, sat by and watched his father abuse him, tried to destroy the multiverse, and only got a slap on the wrist!!!!
Honestly, I would have ended the show after Lotor and Team Voltron team up to stop the dictator. Maybe have them fight Haggar too? But Lotor definitely would have been part of the team and help rebuild the universe and marry Princess Allura.
Princess Allura pretty much brought the team together and was the heart of Voltron. She was killed off at the end to restore the universes Haggar destroyed. I'm not sure how it went down because I stopped watching the show after Season 7 but from what I read, it didn't make sense. They also forced Allura together with Lance who she has had no interest in beforehand.
I would have the Voltron lions sacrifice themselves to restore the universe. It would symbolize that their work is done and are no longer needed. Allura lives and continues to explore and help rebuild with her friends and marries Lotor.
5. Mikasa from Attack on Titan
I love Mikasa. And I love Eren x Mikasa. But I do not like how it was handled. Without getting into spoilers, Mikasa evolved her entire life around Eren despite the warnings of living solely for others that are placed throughout the manga/show.
I would have had Mikasa discover that she can love Eren but also live for herself. That it's okay to be a little selfish. She learns how to enjoy life and live to the fullest despite all the heartache and pain. In a sense, she fulfills Eren's dream of being free.
6. Chole from Miraculous Ladybug
Chole was the typical mean girl bullying the protagonist Marinette. It was later revealed that her actions stem from the emotional abuse she receives from her mother. The show flirted with the idea of giving Chole a redemption arc but then reconned it so hard and replaced her with her random half-sister. (What is it with half-sister clones?)
I would rewrite it by Chole not revealing her superhero identity to the public for fame. She does try to milk the position but gradually learns how to become a better person with the help of Ladybug and Team Miraculous.
7. Glitter from Hooves of Death
This is a webtoon about a ragtag team of unicorns and other mythical creatures trying to stop the zombie apocalypse. It's pretty good except for the weird love triangle between Sprinkles, Glitter, and Blaze. Sprinkles acts more like a father figure to Glitter, and Blaze is a freaking incel.
Glitter has made it clear, time and time again, that she's not interested in romance because they're in the middle of a zombie apocalypse. Sprinkles had the decency to respect that, but Blaze kept pushing. He sulked and acted petty literally half of the series because Glitter wasn't responding the way he wanted. In one of the recent updates, Sprinkles is comforting Glitter because she has some heavy decisions to make and Blazes yells at them then storms off. So then Glitter goes after him and he yells about caring for her so much, but she never notices him. Typical Nice Guy TM stuff. Then Glitter apologizes to him and agrees to date after the apocalypse.
Um what?
I was so close to dropping the webtoon. Honestly. That was disgusting.
I would rewrite Hooves of Death by having Sprinkles, Glitter, and Blaze act as a found family with Sprinkles as the dad and the others as siblings. This is because at the beginning of the apocalypse, Glitter lost her entire family to the zombies. In this rewrite, she's hesitant to get close to anyone again in fear of losing them but warms up to them over time. I know it's cliche, but it's loads better than this gross love triangle.
Thanks for the ask ❤
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your-pal-nebula · 1 month
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I love how Cori is supposed to be the quiet kid depressed nihilistic outcast and yet she has the most actively going on in her life of all my WG OCs
She has the ""friendship"" (they're queerplatonic) with Silver Boxleitner as her main thing. Then she has the gay dykecore subplot with Victoria. Also she has the fact that she cannonically gets along very very well with Leslie as they are both sidekicks who speak in monotone. Then she had the friendship with Invisi-Bill and BLHG happening in the background. And also she has the "rasing her brother because their parents are horrible" thing. Like seriously not all of it's pleasant but wow so much is happening within the life everyone's favorite dead inside dyke
Also she's so cool she gets to have two girlfriends apparently, a privilege none of my other OCs have
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bronzed-hope · 2 months
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Hello!
My name is Bronze!! 20 years old, He/Him and I'm the kid of Gold and Silver from @theirheartandsoul ^^
I have a team but ah, I'm planning on going onto a new journey soonish, and it would be unfair for me to start off with a whole team right off the bat, so they're gonna mainly just be travel buddies ^^
I'll put my pokemon in a separate post and link it so this doesn't get too long. Here's the link!
Anyway! I'm hoping to be a traveling trainer! Not of this place though- more of other places since... well my dads got into a lot of trouble because of some dumb things I said... so I'm leaving as soon as I post this and going on a journey by myself!
... I will still be in contact with them though- I'm not stupid... despite what others may say...
Anyways, that's all for now! =D
//Ooc info under the cut
//This is a rework of the Original account 'ChaosFanKids'! This is a sideblog! Unreality. Mod is an adult and goes by She/Him. All art I use is my own! I follow from @theshadowqueenofthedistortion ... Here's some of my other accounts as well!
//Semi-Serious blog, I will participate in active silliness and also write serious stuff. Will sometimes touch on death, abuse and a few other things, I will tag the serious stuff with their appropriate tw/cw tags.
//No outside shipping, this kid has a girlfriend back home.
//Magic anons are allowed! But I am picky.
//I am very open to crossover stuff!
//He's going to be jumping around to other dimensions to challenge the gyms and such there, these will be games I have on hand.
//Sentient pokemon are welcome!
//Pelipper mail and malice are on!
Tags: //Shadow Mod Speaks: Mod speaking. //Mod Reference: Me and/or Zorana making references for this account //Shadow Art: Art by me that isn't a ref/finished. Bronze Speaks: Response tag Last Place Thoughts: Musing/talking to himself "My time to Shine!": Closed and/or serious RP. I will also use this tag when responding seriously to something. Apple of Victory (Apple Slices): Right on the tin. Apple posts Digital Translations (Digimon the Porygon2): Also on the tin. Digital Videos/Apple Videos: Videos taken by either Apple Slices or Digimon SHARK BAIT OOH HA HA (SharkBait the Dewott): On the tin. Cannon Fodder (Cannon the Magby): On da tin. Poison Needle (Needle the Nidoking): Do I need to say it? Winter's Thunder (Winter the Luxray)
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