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lightwise · 25 days

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TBB S3 E9 Reaction

- Oh boy. I am not liking that opening shot that makes Pabu look like Tantiss 😭😭

- It’s so cloudy and dark—it must be the fall season going into winter

- Wrecker AND Crosshair making lady friends…I see what you’re doing there Jen

- “Does it matter? We’re not handing her over.” The 👏🏻 character 👏🏻 growth 👏🏻

- “Can’t be prepared if we don’t know what we’re dealing with” Hunter is fully back in sergeant mode

- Also this is the first time we’ve seen Crosshair without his outer pauldrons on!! Now he can’t stab someone’s eye out if he stands next to them 😆

- I love how Omega says Batcher

- Oh yeah Omega go walk into the scary cave that Batcher is afraid to go into. And walk up to a strange ship that you don’t recognize 😅

- I do honestly wish Ventress’ character reveal had been kept a secret and wasn’t in the trailer. This moment would hit so much harder. But it’s very good to see her finally show up.

- Love the subtle nod to how Hunter seems to hear Batcher first, and Crosshair sees her first, showcasing their different skill sets and how well they work in tandem.

- Wow Ventress looks so good!! The hair! The outfit! Her in this animation style!

- Lol of course she already knows everything about them.

- Why does Crosshair keep suspiciously leaving a space between him and Hunter where a certain bespectacled Batch member is supposed to be standing 🥺

- “We never gave her our coordinates” 😬😬😬

- Love how serious but also calm and curious Ventress is. You can already see how much more at peace with herself she is compared to TCW (I have not read Dark Disciple but I am aware of the basics of her arc in it).

- “It’s for a friend…you’re saying I’m a Jedi!?!” Baby girl, don’t you know that Nala Se basically engineered you all to be TERRIBLE liars 🤣🤣😅 absolutely no one ever was going to believe those words coming out of your mouth, not with that adorable face

- Loving the lore drops that Ventress is giving here. Using the word midichlorians, tying force sensitivity and blood count to TPM and Ahsoka and the OT. Acknowledging that training is what makes you a Jedi, not your m-count. That the Force connects all living things. Bringing up the age old fandom question of whether clones could be force sensitive.

- “There’s your intel” turns around to leave

- “No one’s been able to give me answers” and we’re not going to leave this episode with any either 😅

- Omega isn’t usually this impatient, so I wonder if her focus is easier to hold when she’s focused on people and creatures rather than tasks that she can’t connect to what she’s trying to accomplish.

- “You must be a Jedi, right??” Immediately shuts her up with a hand to the mouth 🤣🤣

- Tech mention by Cross 😭😭😭

- How can she hear them? Force usage? Or do Dathomirians have sensitive hearing?

- Poor Omega. I wonder too if she’s a little intimidated by Ventress and that’s also impacting her ability to pull off this test.

- “Well? What happened?” A good teaching method, that she wants Omega to explain why she’s having trouble rather than immediately telling her “oh you failed” and helping her up 😄 TCW Ventress would never

- “The sun’s already started setting” nooo I don’t need that parallel

- They’ve made some really interesting shots with framing through the caves this episode

- Yeah girl work smarter, not harder

- Aaand the name of this boy band is? 💀 (serving c—— everything, that’s what 🫠😅) Hunter my boy that hip pop should be illegal

- Ventress has not lost ANY of her sass though

- THIS FIGHT. THE MUSIC. THE MOVES. THE LIGHT. AGAIN EVERYTHING IS ON THE TABLE AND WE ARE BEING SERVED

- Idk if we’ve ever seen Crosshair@/ agility like this

- Girl is fighting dirty

- I also love her going mostly for all of their weak points and joints that allow her to take them down while barely moving a finger herself

- Ahsoka 🤝 Ventress - some of the strongest force users in the galaxy who can take down an entire group of highly trained combatants with just martial arts moves, flexibility, and sheer nerve. No force usage needed. 🔥

- That knife throw 👀 🥵

- “We’re not big on following orders” THE BOYS ARE BACK IN TOWN AHHHHHHHH

- Literally I could look at this scene all day. (They’ve never been more beautiful) 🔥🔥🔥🔥

- Poor Omega has no idea what she’s about to walk into

- *jaw drop* y’all every time I check I’m pretty much certain that I’m straight but….but…dodging those blaster bolts and just casually pulling out a yellow lightsaber like that? Respect.

- Lmao it’s so much worse than I expected 🤣 Jennifer I didn’t know that TV’s below TV-MA rating ever anticipated Hunter flat on his back with his knees spread like that…I just…I think you broke some rating scales there 🫠🫠🫠🫠 I love to see you fulfilling all of our fantasies in one fell swoop (I think I uh, need to go take care of some things, I’ll uh, I’ll be right back 👀)

- Lol kidding. Anyways….

- “What, stop!!!” You tell ‘em kid

- “Times have changed. Something you clones should be familiar with” yeah Hunter, what have you been up to the last two years??

- “We are not the same”. “No? We were pawns in the same war. And we ALL lost.” SAY IT LOUDER FOR THOSE IN THE BACK. girl just literally summed up the entirety of the saga.

- “I’m many things. But I’m not your enemy” character 👏🏻 growth 👏🏻 again 👏🏻

- Hunter, I love you, but your prejudice is showing. Interesting how he’s never had a problem with separatists in general before, and had to convince Echo to help rescue Senator Singh in episode one. Sometimes his distrustful nature really gets the better of him

- “We were just getting warmed up” uhuhhhh sure Wrecker

- “You’re being naive” I never gave up on you, did I?” Crosshair. Honey. Is it really just now hitting you full in the face just how much Omega has believed in you? And look at how far you’ve been able to come. His expressions just pierce my soul 🥺

- I kind of really love the seaport vibes and the neutral lighting here. I can just see Omega as a fisherman’s daughter or running off to be a pirate in another life

- Lol Ventress isn’t used to being around someone as optimistic as Omega

- “You did” lol

- I do find it interesting that almost no force user ever explains what reaching out “feels like” when trying to teach other people about it. You would think they could come up with a better description so that people can grasp it more easily. Unless their goal is that you can’t unless you have perseverance and/or capability

- “This is different than being a soldier” so much to unpack there.

- “Why should I listen to you” years of hardship and trial and experience and loss and growth and change

- Ooooh pretty creatures

- “I’m not the one holding back” 👀

- Ooooh scary (pretty) creature

- “Not intentionally” 🤣🤣🤣🤣 I love her vocal inflection here. “No omega I was just trying to teach you a lesson not accidentally kill you” 💀I wonder which one of them actually summoned it

- *furiously screenshotting the Marauder while we still have it*

- So we’re really gonna get everyone with wet hair except Hunter, huh?

- Crosshair 🤝 Ventress rescuing Omega from drowning in the ocean

- Don’t make the angry tentacle crab angrier!

- The animated movement on Omega’s hair is amazing

- Ahsoka 🤝 Ventress reaching out with the force and calming a wild beast

- Welp. This is probably one of the most powerful instances of a force user connecting with a creature to calm it/communicate with it that we’ve ever gotten

- And what it says about Ventress’ inner calm and serenity and confidence and authority that she’s gained since TCW and Dark Disciple—I’m so proud of her 🥹🥹🥹

- What a beautiful creature

- THEY HELD HANDS 2.0

- Crosshair is just becoming the consummate gentleman and I am HERE for it 🥹🥹🥹

- Crosshair 🤝 Ventress - literally 😏

- Okay in all seriousness I’m not truly shipping them but I love seeing everyone have fun with their ship names

- “But I’m…already a target”. Baby girl still needs answers. She sounds so sad and confused

- Look at Wrecker’s emotional intelligence saving the day

- I love how this show uses little nods between people to show understanding. More of that in real life please.

- “You’re lying” “about which part?” The two of them would have a blast sassing each other that’s for sure.

- Interesting that her take is that omega would have to be trained, when decades later Ahsoka’s response to Grogu is that he shouldn’t be trained at all and should let his powers die out due to attachment.

- LEAVE PABU BOYS. She’s not warning, she’s telling. Ya know, not like it’s the title of the episode or anything

- “You’re not worried about the empire coming after you?” Love how even after all that and all his distrust, Hunter is still capable of caring about her well-being

- “I’ve got a few lives left” can’t wait to see when and why Ventress shows up next

#the bad batch #tbb #star wars #tbb spoilers #the bad batch spoilers #asajj ventress #Ventress #tbb ventress #the bad batch season 3 #tbb season 3 #the harbinger

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lucy90712 · 9 months

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Part 2 of the Gavin parade story please!!!

Part 1

WC: 2.4k

You: hi this is y/n you gave me your number during the parade earlier thank you for the compliment by the way

How cringe I can't believe that's the first message I sent but it's too late to do anything now I'll just have to deal with it and hope that if he replies he doesn't think I'm weird. Oh god what if he never replies and I look like an idiot for thinking that the Pablo Gavi would ever actually want to talk to me. I bet the whole team is laughing about the fact that I actually text him. I don't think I can ever step foot in the camp nou ever again. Just as I was spiralling my phone dinged so I scrambled to the other end of the sofa where I'd left it only to see that one of my best friends had text me asking about today. As I was about to put my phone back down another notification came through this time it was actually from Pablo.

Gavi: wow I'm surprised you actually text me sorry if that was weird I just had to find a way to talk to you

You: no it wasn't weird at all it surprised me but it was a nice surprise

Gavi: good I assume you are a Barca fan so would you like to come to our next home game I would love to meet your properly

You: I would love that thank you so much

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I always get stressed a few hours before a Barca game especially when I'm going to the game but this time I barely slept as I can't stop thinking about the fact that I'm actually going to properly meet Pablo. I'm really excited as we have been talking over text and have FaceTimed a few times just to get to know each other a bit more and he's the sweetest person but him being so nice coupled with the fact that he's so attractive has meant I've developed a slight crush on him. This is a problem as although he called me beautiful in the message he wrote I feel like he just wants to be friends I mean he has other things to focus on he doesn't need a girlfriend right now let alone one who has her own set of problems to deal with. Our friendship so far has been great and he's a lovely person to talk to so I don't want to ruin that by giving away how I feel and making him feel uncomfortable.

Thankfully I don't have work today so I have been able to spend the day worrying about this evening without having to worry about work too. Having nothing to do has meant that I have spent far too long deciding on what to wear to the game. I couldn't decide whether to wear a Barcelona jersey or normal clothes as I want to support my team but I don't want to look like an idiot in front of Pablo. In the end I found a good compromise and put on a normal outfit and then put a jersey on over the top as that way I can change if I need to. Then I spent way too much time deciding whether I should put on some makeup and do my hair which ended up with me having a small bit of makeup on and fixing my hair slightly but not going all out.

When it was time for me to leave I grabbed my phone and my bag and walked to the bus stop as I don't have a car. Taking the bus can be a nightmare on game days but I have worked out a goody system where I get off a few stops earlier and then walk the last part of the journey as it's often quicker due to the amount of traffic. This evening the bus was busier than usual so I had to stand but I didn't mind as I had headphones in and I could look out the window as I zoned out. There was so many people wearing Barcelona jerseys on the streets and many of them had Pablo's name on the back. Seeing all of those fans made it really sink in that in just a few hours I'm going to meet the golden boy of the city which is probably what all of those people dream of doing. Thinking about it that way somehow made me less nervous as I have the opportunity to do something that so many people will never do so I have to make the most of it and not think about how it could all go wrong.

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The game was so amazing, the last home game of the season is always special but this time it felt even more special as the team finally got the trophy. As if things couldn't get any better Pablo scored the last goal at the camp nou as we know it which is really special. With it being such a special match the team celebrated for a bit longer so I waited in the stands with all the fans until I got a text from Pablo telling me to come down to meet him along with where to go as I don't know how to find the locker rooms. As I made my way down there my hands were shaking slightly as I'm so nervous but I took a few deep breaths to calm myself down and put a smile on my face.

I headed down the corridor and stood outside the locker room ready to text Pablo to tell him I was there but before I could he saw stood in front of me smiling. His smile was so contagious and instantly made me feel completely comfortable around him which I didn't expect. He was quick to bring me into a warm hug which had my stomach filling with butterflies and my cheeks heating up but I tried my best to hide that from Pablo. I felt so at home in his arms it was like we had known each other for years and hadn't just met a few seconds ago I can't believe anyone hates him as he's just the nicest guy. Eventually we both pulled away and he kept smiling at me as he moved to stand an acceptable distance away from me.

"It's so nice to finally meet you honestly I still can't believe you text me after the parade" Pablo said

"Sometimes you have to do something spontaneous in life and I'm definitely glad I did" I said

"I'm glad you did too as now I get to see your beautiful face up close" he flirted

"Oh um thank you" I replied stumbling over my words and blushing

As we were talking more of the team left the locker room so he introduced me to them in between our conversations and all of them were super lovely too. Pablo and I stood in the corridor for probably close to an hour just talking to each other before someone asked us to get going so we had to leave but we still kept talking as we walked.

"Do you have any plans for the rest of the evening?" Pablo asked

"No I don't" I replied

"Would you like to come back to my place then?" He asked

"I would love to" I said

Once I said yes Pablo got all nervous all of a sudden which made me nervous that I'd done something wrong. He was also mumbling something under his breath which I couldn't hear but I assumed he was talking to himself so I just kept following him thinking that this is something he must do quite a lot as I wouldn't know otherwise. When we made it to the door to the car park he held the door open for me and then I continued to walk with him towards his car. At some point we just stopped walking and he looked at me which really made my heart race as I had no idea what was happening.

"Are you ok?" I asked

"Is this a date or are we just hanging out as friends?" Pablo asked

"I um I don't know I'd like it to be a date" I said

"Then it's a date" he said

This time as we walked he grabbed hold of my hand which had my heart beating even faster than it was before if that was even possible. He then opened the door to his car for me before going round to get in the drivers side. Luckily by this point it was dark outside and Pablo went out the back exit so no one noticed that I was in the car with him as I was a bit worried about what would happen if we were seen together. Once we were on the road Pablo and I started talking again and this time we were flirting a bit more now that we had established that there must be some feelings there as we are calling this a date. It hasn't really sunk in until we were flirting that I was on a date with Pablo I mean that's what I was dreaming of happening and here we are. The fact that Pablo must actually like me really gave me a lot of confidence to be a bit braver than I would've been earlier.

The drive to Pablo's place wasn't long and when we arrived he again opened my car door me and then held his front door open to allow me in first like the gentleman he is. He gave me a quick tour of his place before asking if I was allergic to anything so he could make dinner for the both of us. I felt bad that after a long match he was making dinner for me instead of getting to relax but when I tried to help he wouldn't let me so I just sat on the countertop and watched him cook. He was surprisingly good at cooking at no point did I feel like he was going to set the kitchen on fire which I think is pretty good plus he cooked everything for long enough so I wasn't going to die either.

Once the food was ready he finally allowed me to help as he got me to dish up while he set the table. I should've realised that he was just distracting me as when I went out to the table he had set up candles and made it all romantic. Pablo is really full of surprises as I didn't see him being the type to do something like this but I'm not complaining as it's nice to be treated so well as all of my last dates have been real assholes. We ate dinner quietly but afterwards we went and sat down on the sofa together to play fifa as we both like to play.

Pablo is a lot better than me at fifa and a lot more competitive so he won every game but I didn't mind as I was having fun and Pablo was enjoying winning. After I lost for the fifth time in a row Pablo seemed to feel bad as he definitely let me win the next game as I could see the smile on his face as he kept giving me the ball and allowing me to score. Once I had won the game he turned the game off and then came back down to sit next to me trying to subtly put his arm around my shoulder but subtlety isn't something he's good at so to make things less awkward I leant my head against his shoulder. He then started playing with my hair very gently which made me smile as I have always liked people playing with my hair.

We sat in silence for a few minutes before we both looked at each other at the same time. There was a lot of tension between us, if anyone else were to walk in the room it would probably knock them out. Neither of us were quite brave enough to make the first move as once we do we can't go back and we haven't exactly known each other for very long so I'm definitely nervous and I can't imagine how Pablo feels. Just as I was thinking about what could happen if we kissed Pablo began to lean down towards me and pressed his lips to mine. For a few seconds I was taken aback but once my brain caught up with what was happening I kissed him right back. We both pulled away eventually but this time I was brave enough to kiss him again and this time it was much more enjoyable as I was much less nervous.

After coming down from the excitement of what just happened Pablo turned on the tv so we could half watch some tv while telling stories from our childhood so we could get to know each other on a deeper level. I was enjoying myself but it was getting late and I have work in the morning so sadly I had to leave plus I wanted to make the last bus so I wouldn't have to walk home.

"Thank you for tonight I've had the best time but I really should head home" I said grabbing my phone from the table

"Wait did you drive to the stadium as I can drop you back there" he offered

"No I got the bus but it's fine the last bus leaves soon so I can get that back home" I said

"Thats not happening I'll drop you home I can't let you go home alone" he said

"Thank you" I said

Pablo grabbed his car keys and we got back in his car and I didn't even need to give him my address as he already knows where I live which made it a simple journey. When we arrived he walked up to my apartment with me where we had to say goodbye to each other. Pablo couldn't let me go without brining me in for a hug and kissing me one last time.

"So what do you say to a second date?" He asked

"I would love that" I said

"Great I'll text you tomorrow" he said before leaving

Once I was finally alone everything that happened today finally sunk in and all I could do was laugh because it just seems so ridiculous but I did actually just go on a date with the Pablo Gavi. Sometimes life is crazy and doesn’t go the way you think it will but tonight I learnt that that’s not always a bad thing.

#pablo gavi oneshots #pablo gavi imagine #gavi oneshots #gavi imagines #gavi imagine #gavi #pablo gavi imagines #pablo gavi

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fangirlfrom-hell · 6 months

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*re-posting this because I'm stupid and accidentaly delated my blog 🫠

Big Brothers' Reunion Goes Wrong

Jay and Will Halstead x Sister || Healstead Sister one shot

There is an episode in PD season 2 where Jay is in his kitchen, and Will's one night stand appears out of nowhere and she just greets him. It's kinda funny. I took that scene to write this, more or less.

I have always felt that in these CPD episodes Will seems to be a jerk, so I'm sorry if I wrote him with that same vibe (Don't get me wrong I really like Will).

I just wanted to write more about Becca becoming a theatre girl and I took the chance 🥺 Cherish this phase of Becca Healstead.

It was earlier than usual when Becca opened the fridge to drink some orange juice. She was wearing a sports top and joggers, also a thin black sweater, her hair picked up in a high ponytail. She started to prepare coffe for her brother, while she ate a slice of bread.

-"Oh! You woke up early". Jay said really surprised while entering the kitchen, still in the clothes he slept in.

-"Yeah. I'm trying to practice".

-"Practice what?" He said looking at her outfit.

-"My acting teacher gave me some exercises to improve my movements, they are really tough to do. I also want to keep working on my flexibility. I don't really have so much time during the afternoons, so I figured I could wake up earlier to do it".

-"Wow!" Jay said, raising his brows. -"You are really into it, aren't you?". He was genuinely happy for her.

-"Yes!" She said with excitement. -"All thanks to you, Jay Jay".

-"Hey! Now that you are into a sporty phase, maybe you can come with me to the gym, or we can go together for a walk. You can also show me your exercises, I don't know. A brother-sister thing, sounds like fun".

-"Sure, I'd love that!" Her exercises had nothing to do with that type of training, but she tought it was a sweet idea, also she was always up to spend time with her big brother.

-"What about the coffee, anyway? You can't drink it, still too young. It's prohibited".

-"I was doing it for you, dummy". Becca gave him a playful push as Jay laughed.

-"Sit down, silly". Jay grabbed a pan and some other kitchen utensils. -"Now, what do you want for breakfast?".

-"Scrambled eggs and bacon and toasted bread". They said at the same time, Jay imitating Becca's everyday answer.

-"Shut up! As if you knew how to cook something else".

-"Ok, kiddo. I need to tell you something. It's nothing bad, I'm just not sure if you are going to like it or not".

-"What is it? You are scaring me".

But their conversation got interrupted by the sound of a door opening from inside of the apartment. An unknown woman came out from one of the rooms half dressed, finishing putting on her clothes.

Becca's eyes went wide in surprise and she just put her head down not being sure of what to do. Jay instinctively walked to his sister's side. He kinda knew what was going on, but didn' know how to react with the little girl's presence.

-"Oh, good morning!" She said, -"You must be Jay, nice to meet you!".

-"Nice to meet you too". He said with a smirk and without even noticing he placed a hand on Becca's head so she wouldn't look up.

-"I'm so sorry. I didn't know your daughter was here. I should be going".

When she left, Jay took his hand off Becca, but she remained in the same position

-"O-K, that was weird. What's going on?"

Jay bit his lip before answering: -"Will is back to Chicago...".

Becca quickly raised her head with what looked like excitement, but Jay couldn't really interpret that reaction. He was a damn good detective, but most of the time it was hard to read his sister. In that exact moment, Will made his entrance. He was shirtless, puting on his pants.

-"And he's staying here...".

-"Pff, sorry about that!". He said laughing. When he was going to continue with his story, Jay gave him a sign to cut it off. He hadn't noticed their little sister's presence.

-"Oh! Becca? What are you doing here, girl?" He stroked her head not so carefully which made her pull a face. -"Shouldn't you be with dad?".

Jay was reclining on the table with his two arms outstretched, looking at his siblings reunited at his place.

-"Nice to see you too, Will". Once more, she was hard to read.

-"Why don't you go to get a shower? Get ready for school". Jay instructed. -"Breakfast will be ready when you come out again".

-"Why isn't she at her house? Shouldn't she be with dad?".

-"This is her house, Will...basically. She stays here during the weekends, that's granted. Sometimes on weekdays, but that's not usual".

-"Why?" Will asked strangely.

-"There are a lot of things you don't know. I'm glad you had fun yesterday, but as you can tell this can't happen anymore...well, at least not so often. I hadn't told you about Becca staying here from time to time, because there was no need. She called me last night and when I came back with her, it never crossed my mind that you had a hot chick in your room. It was late".

-"So...you are playing the dad role? Jay--".

-"Hey! We're not talking about this, you don't even have the right". -He stopped him. -"And put on some clothes, man. You are taking her to school today".

Thanks for reading. If you liked it, it would help my soul if you give it a like, comment or share 😌♡

#Jay Halstead #Jay Halstead x Halstead sister #Jay Halstead x sister #Will Halstead #Will Halstead x sister #Will Hastead x Halstead sister #Chicago Med #One Chicago #One Chicago Fanfic #Chicago PD fanfic #Jay Halstead imagine #Will Halstead imagine

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clarajohnson · 6 months

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the magicians s1e12

guys i'm having so much fun with this rewatch (recap reminds me that richard killed his son through neglect and q betrayed alice with the threesome and julia's about to get duped by a fake goddess) um

this kitchen reminds me of the season 4 apartment but i'm having fun so i'm not gonna think about season 4

such a small thing but i have beef with the dude imbuing kady with faith by doing something for her like. i guess we disagree on what faith is!

you can't unring a bell so be certain when you call, julia!

poor penny getting stuck babysitting three neurotics and one alice (not neurotic relative to everybody else In This One Thing)

cannot get over q being the one who initiated it. i just can't.

jesus christ jason ralph is so hot

in 2015 you could sell an audience on the badassery of a line just by including the term patriarchy

please alice drinking triple sec :'''-)

we talk about alice's style being sexy librarian but it reads much more to me as a girl who knows she could fall at any second into twee oblivion so she's styling it in dark colors. i'm waiting for an owl necklace.

ooh! dionysus, okay!

i did NOT remember her hooking up with richard. but. i'm fine with it.

mannnnn i love julia wicker so much she is the epitome of the girl with an inch-thick tough exterior filled with love all the rest of the way through she is so special and good

fucking "didn't think you had that in you" go to hell quentin! oh MY cheating is okay YOUR consensual sex outside of a relationship is BAD! again this is why i hated him the first time around

How I was feeling about Quentin would have got us all killed. :l

i kind of feel like if he was a real person i would have bullied quentin coldwater or at least been very rude to him. sorry quentin!

lol the "janet" "actually it's margo" "this time" joke went over my head last time

I PLANNED MY WHOLE OUTFIT AROUND THAT BOTTLE !!!!!

truth serum is toxic and banned? interesting

"oh i was kind of poking around in the dark with that one" lollll my baby

quentin WOULD always bring up groundhog day. also he's actually stronger than me because if fogg told me i'd been killed in these exact circumstances 39 times i would absolutely lose all hope and try and beat the beast to the punch

penny has chemistry with everybodyyyyy

i'm in love with julia's pier one ass apartment

julia and q's reunion gets me so good !!!!! so bad !!!! "you smell the same" wow you guys should be friends forever for your entire lives and you WILL be!

julia calling god magic "some pretty eclectic shit" like it's a limited run pressing of a neutral milk hotel b-side

cool, useless, kind of gross

julia's destiny is to find a whole new kind of magic. do we think this happens? what is this referring to do we think?

the LOOK q gives julia after "richard gave it to me" so much immediate understanding and shit-stirring delight

it's crazy, like, not crazy but crazy that eliot stays so torn up about mike

"yeah, no, it still sounds bad."

JOSH HOBERMANNNNNNN !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

please i did not remember that they were all going to fillory in like fucking ren fair cosplay

MAGIC IS FOR FIXING THINGS JULIA SAYS (also "if fixing things was easy everyone would do it" because somebody needs to fucking validate quentin now and then)

despite my indignation on julia's behalf i do love the choice of isolating her from the academic environment of brakebills, i think it adds a new dimension and texture to her knowledge and understanding and engagement with the world around her and i like that so much

it's fucking crazy that q and jules just... do horomancy. like horomancy is such a big fucking thing the rest of the show and in this ep they just do it!

alice's light bending feels so much like a superpower, it's so rare that they let magic seem that magical but they let it happen there and i love that

margo hanson i love you and your gun forever

the moment jules and q step through the telephone booth always kind of gets me it's so much of what the promise of the show can be it's so lovely

#fun episode goes a lot of places #unauthorized magicians rewatch #the magicians #text

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fireflyhwufanficwriter · 8 months

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My thoughts on Dr. Stone’s S03E02 (“Greed Equals Justice”)

(Safe to read for anime-only folks.)

My thoughts after watching Season Three, Episode Two:

01. Kohaku and Chrome like Senku's incredibly burnt bread, but poor Ryusui really, really wants a professional chef! That face he made looked so sketchy XD

02. This OP seems to be a lot less spoilery compared to past OPs! There's still stuff there that you can see, but not as much as it could have been. I guess they really wanted to keep some of the good stuff as a surprise! :D

03. The title of the second episode... Greed Equals Justice! :)

04. "Journalass" :D And she looked away, which must have showed Gen that Ryusui was onto something! And Minami does have an AWESOME name for a journalist! :D

05. Ah, we got some invention flashbacks! :)

06. "Enough for a tiger cub?" Hahaha! Is that some sort of Japanese idiom? It sounds funny and cool! XD

07. Francois is here! :) I think that when I first read the manga, I thought she would either have red hair or a red outfit. But since they gave Ryusui a red outfit in the anime, it makes sense that they'd give Francois a different color!

08. I like how she just started walking in presumably the right direction, since they didn't tell her she was going the wrong way. It's like she has a mental compass pointing straight to Ryusui XD

09. So Ryusui doesn't remember Francois' real name or gender... but he remembers her fashion style, and her clothing and shoe sizes? That's... some selective memory there :O

10. ...And she walked into the conversation, just like that! XD Poor Gen... this isn't the first time he's had to go through those woods without rest... AND he's barefoot! :O

11. Poor modern-timers... XD Kohaku and Chrome's stick figures looked happy, though! :D

12. Somebody asking Senku for an even MORE accurate figure than he's already provided... I don't blame him for looking perplexed XD

13. Time for stollen! :) Ah, so Kohaku knows how to use that... that... animal-catching thingy! That's good info! She surprised Ukyo with her animal catching, and Francois with her butter making :D

14. And the elderly folks are helping with the stollen, too! Pretty convenient that those berry plants are around their height! :)

15. Pretty cool to see Senku learning something and being on the sidelines while somebody else is doing the teaching! And he and Ryusui got scolded XD

16. Hmm, I'm going to have to figure out when they found the time to build that bread oven... It's too large to just be former iron forge, although they could have used some of the same bricks... but, no, even these new bricks are too large and square... :O

17. Senku helped by injecting water into the oven! :) And Francois totally wants him... to be part of the future Nanami Conglomerate :D

18. Chrome's so happy, Kohaku likes it, and even Ukyo is teary-eyed... :) We can also see random villagers enjoying it! And Francois showed us how to make bread! :)

19. Poor Minami... But everybody is so happy about Francois' bread! XD And there it is again, "tiger cub's worth of revival fluid" XD

20. While the others were talking about what Minami wanted in return, Kohaku was just in the background, quietly gobbling up that loaf of bread :D And aww, Kohaku's very considerate of Kaseki! :)

21. That car, those clothes, that drip... wow, Kaseki! :O ...Although the clothes didn't last for very long... XD

22. Some building, some science, and voila, a mirror! Another invention that Chrome and the elderly folks are enjoying! :)

23. That's what Minami REALLY wanted... a camera! :D And we got bits of backstory about her! It is SO in-character for a journalist to want to photograph the green light of the pertrification! She was the one who made me cry this episode. She made such a beautiful promise to Senku and the rest of them! :)

24. Grr, Senku... XD Well, at least Minami's going to take the first photo... and it's great that Ryusui knew who the subject of the stone world's first ever photograph should rightly be :)

25. Francois has great insight into Ryusui's motivations and desires! :O

26. A suit; an old-timey waistcoat thingy; some kind of rockstar getup that totally makes him look like Byakuya (and that buckle, hahaha! I see you, animators :D); another modern outfit, and... huh?! :O

27. Senku sticking his tongue out - the pose of the modern world's most famous scientist, recreated by the stone world's most famous scientist! :D

28. I wonder if those circle thingies in the ED are elements that somehow relate to the five wise generals? :O

29. Francois has joined the party; we've acquired bread, mirrors, and photography; and Minami took the very first photo in the stone world! :) But, oh, the next episode... "First Contact..." I CANNOT wait! :O I'm going to watch it right after I publish this post! :D

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911 Lone Star Rewatch: 2x04

Friends with benefits! An iconic episode in season 2.

I feel like we all brushed past the fact that Owen is allegedly afraid of Rachel Maddow??? Why do we think this is?

Owen is the kingggggg of putting his foot in his mouth. Sometimes when he is talking, I'm just mentally thinking 'please shut up. Owen please. Please shut up'

Marj absolutely killing it in roller derby is so great. I wish they would show more of her doing this! Especially with all the boys there to support her! I also love how they clocked the guy rooting for her and were all immediately protective.

Poor bartender. Just trying to flirt with a hot guy and Carlos walks up with murderous intent. (I love it)

I can't remember which one of you said that in that scene where Marjan tells the guys about Salim they all look like they've never held cups before in their lives, but it is the MOST ACCURATE THING. They all look so uncomfortable holding those cups.

Owen and Gwyn paralleling Carlos and TK in this episode is so interesting. Because there are obviously a lot of similarities between Carlos and Owen so it's interesting to see how they both are avoiding certain relationship conversations because they are afraid.

WHY DO THEY INSIST UPON SHOWING US MARJ'S HAIR ALL THE TIME

Look at Carlos and TK going to the farmer's market and teasing each other and talking about settling down with the 'right person'. Little cheese balls.

TK is just so obviously Carlos' boyfriend. I don't know how Carlos was expecting them to buy that he was just a friend. Like I get that they never really acknowledged his sexuality, so he doesn't expect them to now. But also.... baby. TK was so excited to meet them.

"Fat shaming isn't okay anymore."

All of the covid masks are a bit wild to see now. Not like the surgical masks, because those are still worn. But like the face shields?? Wild.

Also my heart really breaks for Marjan in this episode.

Seeing this fight that Carlos and TK have in this episode is sooooooooooo interesting compared to the arguments we've seen them have in more recent seasons. They've so clearly grown in their ability to communicate and understand one another. And so much of it is because of how safe and secure they both feel with one another.

The way that TK says 'we got in a fight' to his parents is so cute honestly. It's just so clear that he's had these kinds of talks with his parents before. When he's had interpersonal problems and wants to be able to talk about them.

I love that Owen brought up the point about Carlos maybe not being out to his parents. I don't know if I can exactly pin-point why. But it just feels so thoughtful. And it so clearly comes from an empathetic place.

"You know I never liked that guy, even when I thought he was your brother." I love how protective Paul and Matteo are with Marjan this episode.

Perhaps and unpopular opinion... but I don't like the degradation kink 911 call that Grace has.

JUDD RYDERRRRRR. I WOULD WALK THROUGH FIRE TO MAKE SURE THAT GRACE KNOWS I LOVE HER. I LOVE ONE (1) MAN.

Carlos looks so shocked to see TK at his door. (Also TK calling himself a little bitch is so funny). He really didn't expect TK to come back and try to talk things out with him. It breaks my heart.

The face Carlos makes when TK says that his parents gave a pep talk that was more about them than about me. It is so good. "that explains a lot" cuz it does!!!! TK feeling like he's not a priority with his parents sometimes because they get so wrapped up in their own things--and so he is quick to feel like Carlos is brushing him aside even when he isn't.

The outfit that Marjan wears to tell Salim she loves him is so incredibly stunning!!!! It's so clear that she took a lot of time getting ready because she wanted him to think she looked pretty. Ugh, it just breaks my heart. Wow just realized that so many of the 126 gang have gotten their hearts broken by the first on screen relationship we see them have.

Marjan is so valid for how she responds to him saying he would break it off with Madison tonight. That would be such an immediate ick. Like red flag, red flag, red flag.

Gwyn calling Owen a charming son of a bitch is so accurate.

So I've seen other people speculate that TK was also an oopsie baby. And I kind of like that head canon because it feels very true to who Gwyn and Owen are as people. And really adds to Owen's reaction to Gwyn's surprise announcement. Because he's heard a similar one before.

Wow I feel like I had a lot of thoughts for this episode! There was just so much that happened in it. Crazy to think that we are still in the Gwyn plot arc and haven't even begun to dive into Owen investigating the arsonist plot arc. So much happens in season 2!!! Phew! Okay 10/10!

Previous episode thoughts

#911 lone star #911 lone star rewatch 2024

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mllebabushkat · 1 year

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☀️ Warrior Nun S2E6 🌙

PSA: i didn't survive this ep lakdsj;gjaskjda

haha my whiplash from Confusion to OH OH YOUNG SUZANNE

AND SHANNON

(wow i missed her and i barely knew her T^T)

so either shannon's older than i expected or superion is younger than i expected???

but more importantly

superion's halo is SO POWERFUL?????

she's got that a) touch of death palm technique Lite Version AND b) nifty overwatch lookin shield scuse me ava when will you

once again OST SLAPS

SHE IS SO BADASS!!,!,!,’cbnncbdbdbfj also cocky hahaha i love her

this fight's fave move: double neck skewer!

firstly, halo rejecting looks GNARLY

secondly, w h y (grief? fully drained? it somehow knew she failed to protect someone due to her own ego? severity of her own moral failing? i want. answers)

The PRIDE in bea’s look as ava talks 🤩 i am hanging on to every single avatrice interaction for my liFE

cam trying to summon the boogeyman is the horror trope i didn't know i needed ahahaha

MICHAEL'S GOT A NUKE tony stark lookin ass

"we are not both dying over some interdimensional power grab" u tell em!!!!1 (such a frustrating and common trope, why must the hero always be the sacrificial lamb for some lofty goal?)

yo that is one DIRTY look bea gave him tho lmfao

on today's episode of bullying william: "foster" what a dumb name L u delusional little shit

cut to vincent el bastardo

"and we shall contact god by text" the ABSURDITY PFFF

*what's in the box voice* what did adriel sayyyyyy????

obligatory fuck off adriel

picking out tmrws outfit slay boyo 🤡💁‍♀️is it me or does he look like Hugh Jackman with that new beard

back to the blessed blorbos!

team super cam aw <3

OH NO U DONT TOUCH HER GIRL LIKE THAT

protective!bea i'm swooningg

journalist!yasmine is so cuteeee

CAMILLA UR CHASTITY HAHAHAHAHHAA

clutching my pearls but also yes girliE GET SOMEEEEEEEE

is that the fuckin,, lalisa sonf? v hype but ngl doesn't fuuully fit the scene But i'll let it slide :)

“well then warrior nun, see you on the other side” 😍😍

you tell me that won't be one of her affectionate nicknames once they settle down and have their happily ever after i DARE you-

“do you know how i know that adriel isn't god, vincent? because he chose to speak to you” OUCHHHHHHHHHH

ok i'm calling it now that pointy cross is hanging Very Ominously over the stage,.,,

adriel choosing to mimic the medici’s bastardised image of Jesus the irony is not lost on me :)

so uhhhhhh why does the halo only sputter out at plot relevant moments? *shakes writers in frustration*

LILITHS TEETH VAGINA COSTUME

i'm so sorry but lilith girl they did u so fucking dirty wtf is this shitty look costumes dept u were doing so wellllll TAT

oh dear ava 🥺

yall there’s nothing that hurts me more than a well laid plan going wrong

lilith hurtling off the roof - HAHAHAHAHA YEET BITCH

where tf was ava hiding her helmet???? up her-?

kristian: “let it go” ah ofc they planned for this

insert it’s a trap !!!!!!!! meme

i can’t watch thissssssddsddd

oh boy the cross tip hanging ever lower like the sword of Damocles

I CALLED IT

nooooo rest in pieces duretti shdhdhajahgdhd

jesus that's brutal,, gnarly counter: 2

michael: "god isn’t real" maybe the true message all along was atheism :)

CAMILLA AND HER GUNNNNNN BIG BRAINNNNNN

AVA DESCENDING LIKE THE REAL ANGEL SHE IS

vincent seeing her-

lilith ex machina swooping in-

OK MICHAEL GOT A STAB IN gnarly counter: 3 (once again loving the gore this season !)

BOTH ava and michael choosing to sacrifice themselves in that moment PLS NO

ooh love the millisecond yellow sheen on adriels eyes

sister ARMS- sorry- i meant sister dora HELLO THERE

“come on pretty boy” ahahshdhdksjagahaha bea ily

back at base

ok fess up who's the goddamn snitch

(small eyeroll at the 'oops i destroyed the macguffin detonator' trope)

SUPERION NO

(did she die ????)

never has a cross been so hateful as the one drawn in blood fuck you william u little dipshit

SUPERION NO 😭😭😭😭

did lilith just save ava by teleporting her

jahdkclcpsjsxnxoxmxnsiskncc

this episode took my heart and shredded it in a meat grinder

superion has shot up my favourites list this season and for her to end like that-

and duretti!

but mostly superion TAT i'm suing for her And mary >:(((

ANYWAY

not keeping calm and carrying on-

#i am. inconsolable #fuck #but yeah otherwise #forget avatrice camilla and her gun is The most iconic duo in this series hahahahahahahaha #jks i love avatrice did yall see how bea threw herself between ava and michael to stop them blowing themselves up???????????#warrior nun #wn #warrior nun season 2 #babushkat rambles #babushkat watches warrior nun

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saltygilmores · 2 years

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Thoughts While Watching Gilmore Girls, Season 1/Episode 10 ("Forgiveness and Stuff") Part 1 of 2

This one had to be split in two because Tumblr only allows you 30 pictures per post. Teehee. Wait until the Jess episodes, they'll probably be 5 parters. What happens in this episode: Christmas. Dean gets a stupid nickname from the Townies. Amy Sherman Palladino still refuses to drop this "Dean Likes To Read" utter nonsense. Lorelai doesn't bash Dean's skull in for skulking around her windows at night. Lorelai and Dean reenact Romeo and Juliet. Luke's serves hipster pizza. Richard goes to the hospital, where some sweet and emotionally touching scenes occur. Emily starts to cry and is probably confused about why her face is leaking. Lorelai buys Luke a hat and he makes her a Santa Burger.

I feel like there weren't enough Christmas-themed episodes of this show. A lot of winter-themed episodes, but not really Christmas. A Christmas day or Eve episode would have been really cute.

Nightmare stuff.

Adorable stuff. Doesn't anyone in Stars Hollow have jobs? What do they do all day when there's not a festival, pageant, fundraiser, or hootnanny to plan or attend?

Wow, SO SAUCY. I heard the Dean fandom (????) call themselves "Narcos". The fuck is that name? "Rogan" is equally stupid (I renamed them RoryBurger, which is much better), it sounds like Rogaine or Joe Rogan. "JavaJunkie" for Luke and Lorelai is clunky, and like, who is anything BUT Team Luke & Lorelai anyway? Is there a Team Digger? Team Rachel?

But "Literati"? That one's absolutely perfect. Dean falls asleep with the town princess and the worst thing that happens to him is some townies call him "Narcolepsy Boy"? Again, let this happen with Jess and see how he would fare. I really need to give a name to this "Re-imagine this scenario with Jess in Dean's shoes because Jess could never get away with anything Dean does" line of thought. The Mariano-Forester Paradox? Okay, we'll go with that for now. I doubt that's the correct use of the word "Paradox" but bear with me. Rory: I haven't spoken to Dean in four days. I told him not to call. Lane: Didn't he listen? Rory: No (smiles) Lane: Good boy. Ehhhh??

How many times must I plead for the writers of this show to finally drop this "Dean loves to read" thing! It makes no sense and I'm over it! For the love of crackers... Lane: "Just imagine that you gave Dean smething really romantic, and he gave you...a football." Okay but a football would be way more romantic than a piece of spare change on a string.

I love this outfit/jewelry/hair on Alexis. She looks really pretty.

Scanning for any interesting ornaments on the Gilmore tree, but only the "No Pouting" one stands out.

Lorelai is eating a SALAD? Willingly? This is highly unusual.

That's slightly more believable Lorelai Behavior. I guess the punch line is that she's supposed to be depressed because she couldn't get a pizza delivered, so she resorts to eating a salad, but why did she have it in the house in the first place?

A faint knocking is heard. Lorelai looks up from her depression salad...

She gets up to investigate... the knocking continues...

OMG WHAT THE HELL!!!!

Like something out of Romeo and Fucking Juliet.

We are about to witness one of the first and most nauseating scenes out of the Dean and Lorelai Affair (henceforth known as DALA), that thing where Dean does or says something creepy, inappropriate, hurtful, annoying or weird, and Lorelai's reaction to it is...very sus. I CANNOT be the only one who sees this...and thankfully I know I'm not, I think most people just don't want to admit it, lol. Lorelai engages Dean in gentle conversation, instead of grabbing a blunt instrument & striking him unconcious. The Mariano-Forrester Paradox is in play. Jess pulled something similar at Lane's house, but Mrs. Kim actually had the appropriate reaction, which was to grab a weapon. This even outcreeps that time Jess emerged from the bushes in Emily's driveway at night in Season 6 (to which Rory only reacted with mild surprise and didn't hop back in her car and run him over). Can the boys on this show stop being so creepy please?!

I feel like there is some sort of cosmic justice behind the fact that Lorelai spent years touting the Virtues of Dean Forrester while panicking whenever Jess breathed around Rory, only for Jess and Rory to never actually have sex but a married Dean ends up taking her daughter's virginity. Honestly, a smile creeps onto my face when I imagine how everything eventually backfires in Lorelai's face. (Not to mention the cosmic justice of Jess eventually becoming her literal family. I hope she likes being called Auntie Lorelai).

Nah, she's about a minute away from inviting you in for a cup of cocoa with little marshmallows in it and a snuggle on the couch.

He's such a dickhead when he does this thing where he talks over Lorelai like he's not a fucking 17 year old kid talking to someone's mother. "You can hate me if you want." Good, no one asked. Shut up.

Lies, lies, lies. Dean:"She'll go to Harvard, and if she doesn't, it won't be because of me."

Yes, Mr "Oh, it's about Harvard, excuse me, I forgot!" has always been very supportive of Rory's dreams. Why is Lorelai STILL having a gentle little conversation with this creepwad through the window? Slam the window down on his fucking fingers, Lorelai! DO IT! Lorelai & Dean continue to flirt for the next several minutes.

"I wuv you Boo Bear."

Lorelai, I notice you still aren't listening to me. You're letting him leave without smashing the window down on his head or at least his fingers. Can we have a word? I say this as your staunch ally in Season 1, Rory: I'm gravely concerned that your mother wants to have an affair with your teenage boyfriend. Or already is. Lorelai (Gently): Dean, we have a really nice front door. You should use it sometime. Lorelai to Jess In The Same Situation: You know, we have a really nice front door. I may or may not have booby trapped it. Just curious, are you scared of pirahnas? Good luck.

Here's a terrible joke I made up all by myself: Why is Santa Claus a better man than Jess Mariano's father? Because Jess held out hope that Santa would visit him once a year.

You're sad now. I'm sorry. I read a story once that imagined Jess was born on Christmas Eve and Liz tried to name him Jesus but forgot the U on the birth certificate. Part 2 of this review will be posted soon!

#gilmore girls #gilmore girls season 1 #forgiveness and stuff #denise rewatches gilmore girls #rory gilmore #lorelai gilmore #luke danes #anti dean forrester #dean forrester is a creepwad #dean forrester needs a window slammed on his fingers

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mimisempai · 2 years

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You are my happiness

Summary:

It's a special day and Mobius has a surprise or two for Loki.

Notes:

For @rins-love-wins

Dialogue prompt : "What would make you the happiest right now?" The coat, the tie, the mcdonald and Sylvie in Mc donalds outfit, are all related to the pictures od the season 2 filming of today ON AO3 Rating G - 909 words

"Mobius...where are you taking me?"

Mobius smiled as he guided in front of him Loki who was blindfolded.

"This is a surprise. You haven't forgotten what a surprise is, have you? You do it to me often enough. But I reassure you, a few more steps and we're there. Besides, knowing you, I'm sure you suspect where we are."

Loki stuck his tongue out at him, and mumbled, "In the locker room. But I don't know why and that's what makes me curious."

Mobius replied with an indulgent smile, "Two more steps and we're there. Here we go."

He untied the blindfold and whispered in Loki's ear, "You can open your eyes."

Mobius moved to his side to watch his reaction. Loki's eyes widened and he gasped, "That's..."

Mobius hummed and nodded.

Loki raised his hand and traced with his finger the small plaque taped to the locker door in front of him that read "Agent Loki Laufeyson."

Mobius looked at him with fondness as he saw the expression of wonder on Loki's face when he opened the locker door. He was Loki, god of mischief and prince of Asgard and had this expression in front of something so simple.

"Wow... oh wow!" Mobius was brought out of his thoughts by Loki's exclamation as he had just pulled out a coat from his locker.

Loki reverently undid it from the hanger and put it on.

Immediately, Mobius remembered the day he had given him his variant jacket, how much time had passed. He couldn't help but smile as he thought that some things hadn't changed.

Loki made the same gesture, raising his collar, pulling out the hair that was stuck and finally tugging the end of his collar one last time before moving his hands away from him as if to say "So?"

Mobius saw in his eyes that he too had remembered the same scene and replied as he had that day, "Smart."

They both laughed at the memory and then Loki's face became serious again.

"What's the matter?" asked Mobius.

"Well, I don't have the same jacket as everyone else, as you, why?"

Mobius walked over and put his hands on the lapels of Loki's jacket, on his chest and said, "Well for starters, our TVA is different from the old one, so I don't think it matters that you don't have the same one jacket as us, and more importantly I know that my Loki is not someone who wants to fit into the mold, so I chose this coat because I would think you would look great wearing it."

Loki asked dumbfounded, "You bought it for me, why?"

"To celebrate your first day as an official Agent of the new TVA and as my official partner."

Loki leaned over and gave him a long kiss clearly overcome with emotion and when they parted to catch their breath Mobius said, "I have one more little surprise."

He put his hands on Loki's tie, his original tie, and began to untie the knot.

Loki laughed, "Oh I see, it's revenge?"

Mobius laughed in return before letting Loki's tie slide to the ground. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small package and opened it. It was a tie, the same pattern as Mobius', just a different color. He tied it around Loki's neck and when he was done he looked up at Loki and said softly, "Congratulations, you are now officially an Agent of the new TVA and my partner. I'm proud of you my Loki."

Loki's eyes shone brighter than usual as he leaned in again to kiss Mobius, putting everything emotion prevented him from saying into the kiss.

When they parted, holding Mobius in his arms he said, emotion in his voice, "I don't know if I've ever been as happy as I am today."

Mobius pushed a lock of his hair back behind his ear and asked, "What would make you the happiest right now?"

Loki thought for a few moments.

"A villain"

"That's no how I see it"

"You could be whoever you want, even someone good"

"Mobius !"

"Thank you for the sparks!"

"I love you."

Loki put his hand on Mobius' cheek and whispered, "The answer is easy. It's you. You're the one who makes me the happiest. From the beginning."

They stayed like that for a few more moments, basking in the bliss of the moment.

A little later, as they headed to the rendezvous point of their next mission, their first as official partners, Loki proudly touched the collar of his jacket, and relished in advance how he was going to brag to Sylvie. Because of her years on the run, she had an ability to hide and had been the perfect candidate for an undercover job. She had been working undercover for weeks at a 1970s McDonalds and complained about the hideous color of her work uniform. He would be sure to strut his stuff in front of her as he ordered whatever burger midgardians were fond of.

He laughed inwardly at the anticipation of the scene.

"Agent Loki, are you ready?"

Mobius snapped him out of his thoughts and was standing in front of the time door that would take them to their mission site, facing him.

Loki smiled at Mobius and walked towards him. As they passed through the time door together he answered Mobius, "With you, I am ready, for all time, always."

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Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story 🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

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party-in-eldarya · 1 year

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@heyseihai

- Eldarya didn't need a second season.

True. They gave us a new site that only few asked for (because Beemoov wanted to be another AP games company), but they took away lots of things for no reasons.

1 - Was it because of Lance route? Leiftan route only appeared five or six episodes after the others, why were they afraid (or too tired?) to do the same with his route?

Yesssss, they could have given us Lance/Ashcore later and plp would be happy. Some even would make replays (money for Beemoov) to get that perfect LoM ASAP.

2 - Was it for self-insert reasons? Because all the self-inserts characters were either killed or had disappeared.

Tinfoil hat theory- you may be right. Miko wasn't well loved character, and they took her. Ykhar is an OC- or self-insert of Hikaru, who as far as I know no longer write for Eldarya (does she work for them?). Alajea was removed from Eel and she was someone's OC, that person also doesn't work for Beemoov anymore. Childlish, IMHO- when you are allowed to make a unique character for public game you shouldn't take it with you, like a toy, when you are going home for dinner. It belongs to franchise and story now.

3 - Was it because they got bored? Wow, how strange. Because MCL is infinitely longer than ED and they're even planning a reboot, don't they get bored of MCL? lmao

No idea, but Beemoov looks like a strange, strange company, with no long term plans for their games and fandoms.

4 - Was it because they wanted to implement the new AP system in the ED asap and used the new season to do it? They could have implemented it at any time, whenever they wanted, whether we complained about it or not. It would be much smarter to implement this system during the ongoing season when we were still invested in the game, than to implement it in the new season at the risk of losing a part of the players.

DITTO.

5 - Was it for money reasons? They would have had a much better chance of making more money with the old season than creating a new, with new characters and without some LI's.

If it was about money they would add some events, like the ones in MCL universe- they would make those quick "play for 1/2 maana" events, special outfits (one fuking Forgotten Queen is nothing compared to HSL or even outfits for LIs b-days).

6 - Or was it because they didn't know where they were going with the story anymore and wrote the first thing that came to mind, to the point of missing some plots holes in the last few episodes of TO... so that they could reboot ED and do the same thing with ANE?

They really should have put game on hiatus, throw at us some events, maybe spin-offs, extra outfits and rewrite whole plot, characters, everything.

7 - Who is telling the truth in this whole story? Because every time someone speaks, it's to say they're not the ones to blame. Remember that back in 2018 we were told that there is creative freedom in the company (in addition to other things that were retconned over time because the post curiously no longer exists :/).

Beemoov.

8 - If there's creative freedom, who decided that ANE would be 20 episodes? Who defined which would be the LI's that would leave, after they saw what happened to AD? Even if it didn't have a big impact internationally for them, in the long run it could have become a problem, especially with the miserable amount of romance the players received in MCL-LL. It was a risky move of their, even more so considering the black swan event (aka fire event) that no one there was able to predict, to the point of having data backup. It was a mix of curious choices that, as I said, in the long run brought us to the present situation.

They never learn on their mistakes, right? People were asking for romance since episode 5. People were hoping that at least one old LI will be back, and they KNEW IT. Is Ezarel another OC of someone who left Beemoov on bad terms? Unlike Valkyon, him coming back in episode, say, 7, would and could work.

9 - Who defines who works on which game in there, if there is this creative freedom? Because I've seen more than once people working on scripts (reviewing it), in spite of saying they aren't responsible for the area anymore. But curiously, not Eldarya's script. And needless to say, illus! Seems like they only decided to pay attention to it after the "Lance Kiss fixed illu" situation. But tbt, the one who got screwed in this story was Nevra imo, if we compare his illus with the others, he's the one who ended up with more number of "a different episode, a different face" illus, and none has been fixed.

Yup, it is not a nice image when they correct Lance's illu after Chino's friend complained about it. I am not saying that person has any perks but my theory is that they are the only person that was heard- because they are close to Chino and got a chance to speak their mind. It seems like Beemoov doesn't listen all players doesn't read official forums. This is a recipe for disaster, letting your game go online not caring about feedback. Like you said, there are alternatives now.

10 - Even if we don't have access to the company's facts and figures, we can get an idea in terms of online repercussion. Before the fire, it was their second biggest game. I doubt that ML or Uncoven have beaten ED in terms of audience interest, why did they let Eldarya down like that? :/

No idea. Wasted potential.

11 - What happened to make them forget that what the players want is romance? Seriously, does NOBODY remember that?

For some strange reasons Beemoov decided that they are not interested in their target- players who wanted to date pretty and hot characters, and who wanted to customize their MC. Thus, Uncoven happened and it happened in a v tragic way.

12 - More importantly, how much longer will they be content with this "one-game company" idea? Because it's always been obvious that MCL is the only game that matters, and realizing that, almost nobody pays attention to other games. Why would I spend my time and money on a game that the company doesn't care about?

A New AP system in MCL was implemented because, and I quote it loosely "the company now is bigger, with lots of employees so they are able to make more games but also need bigger budget". And now, we are almost at the begining: ML with cut routes, Uncoven forgotten, Henri's Secret (well, my friend says it's good but with a very bad ads which I can believe, I have never heard abt the game before). MCL is trying to win them bread with honey moon eps, wedding for Lysander, Kentin and Armin- those, who were not to come back, remember? How times has changed now that Beemoov need money... Anyway, Beemoov's games are now reduced to MCL and corpes of their other titles. Growth.

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macgyvertape · 2 years

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wwdits s4 thoughts (spoilers)

I didn’t start till October so I knew some stuff through my dash, very glad I saw the post where the interviewers said Guillermo and Nador wouldn’t get together to set my expectations after OFMD

The djinn is a really fun character

Glad The Guide is more of a main character the series needed another female character.

Marhwa is one of the most sympathetic characters in the show, peak she deserves better than this dude

I saw that Guillermo embezzles from the club in a LOT of posts because it was cute to see him take care of his parents. But it’s still heavily implied from this early ep.

The season is really clear in setting up each character's motivation and character arc.

Nadja’s arc has been my favorite. Lmao to the way she said “kill them all” to solve her workers unionizing.

Lazlo’s struggles of fatherhood where he’s a bad dad in different ways has been my least favorite. But then again I don’t want kids so I’m not interested in parenting subplots.

Guillermo FaceTiming someone twice is notable, only people he pays this much attention to outside of the vamps and family is a potential victim. But this is a very different vibe

Nador vs Guillermo fight is even more tense and charged than last season. Even after rewatching I'm confused at what parts of the fight they were staging for escape versus actually into beating the other

Nadja union busting through narcotic bribery, Nadja’s always been a fuck you got mine "girlboss", especially when her power is being challenged. Nice that it didn't work, workers unite!

The parent interview was just too much cringe comedy for me

Love Guillermo’s jewel tone jacket outfit. Hope there's a post that points out all the designer items

Wedding episode had an ad that I noted down since I was watching ad-free. Clever trick it was for the go flip yourself tv show in universe.

Everyone looks so nice in their wedding outfits. Costuming in this show has always been great and its easy to overlook it

I was trying to pin why Guillermo seems so different this season, and I really think it is that he found confidence and is less desperate . Other characters are respecting him more too.

Nandor made peak cursed wish with “like the same things I like” I was confused until the end of the season if he immediately wasted 2/3 wishes instead of fixing that wish since he obviously seemed so uncomfortable with it

“Because I’m gay” holy shit! Such an emotional moment, yeah the family always knew but still it’s such an impactful moment. The show has had a range of queer characters but it's often more played for laughs while this is more heartfelt. I'm old enough it's also a brief moment of "wow things have come so far"

Lmao at the cliche home renovation episode, I love when a tv show adopts the visual style of another genre of show (like Leverage "The office job"). I deeply enjoy home renovation shows, good or bad they're only reality tv I enjoy. I think it's my favorite episode in the show, and I genuinely wasn't expecting Simon the Devious.

Maybe because I am watching these all at once that the heavy parody parts of each episode stick out. Guillermo being the overworked friend planning the wedding is a romcom classing. The Baron doing the cliche makeover montage.

Wow so Freddie gave the business card as if he's trying to buy valuable antiques from someone he thinks is senile, and Nador is fine cheating and being a home wrecker to meet up. hmm

Wait Marhwa ends that episode overwritten and basically dead in body and mind?! Freddie is a cheater! I feel really bad for Guillermo, ESH but him

Holy shit sunrise and sunset the song from Fiddler. As a theater nerd I know this ep is going to be sad also wow Matt berry can sing

Colin feeding on anger makes sense, I though he was being annoying at times but chalked that up to finding all kids annoying, but you can farm a lot of anger as an annoying kid.

Classic that Nadja got so proud her arrogance led to the club's downfall. Very short-sighted she didn't take the money out before the arson for insurance fraud.

Colin back to himself with no memory nothing changed. Hmm did the experience of being a parent change Lazlo?

Guillermo spent a year of his life devoted to things that as he put it didnt change. The reasons he gave in first episode for not walking out didn't amount to anything in the end

GUILLERMO BUYING HIS WAY INTO VAMPRIISM FUCK YEAH. he's really changed since season 1. The chorus ending is pretty great.

I’d rate it 2nd best season behind last season, major points lost because I liked Marhwa and I’m sad what happens to her. I'm not judging Nandor's actions this season as morally "worse" than the others, but being shitty to your SO is more relatable and personal.

Wow for the first time I’m interested in fanfic for this show starting with “different choices canon divergence” au and “picks up right where season ended” since next season will prob start with a timeskip.

#what we do in the shadows #wwdits #wwdits spoilers #mac watches tv

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hello hello!

it's been very cool to watch you power through Buffy, any thoughts so far? characters you like etc etc?

also you into season 5 yet?

Hey!

I've just started S5 and am on episode 2 at the minute so just processing the whole Dawn twist and how that will fit into everything.

It's easier to say who I don't like I guess Xander is my least favourite (I know he's a self insert Joss so that explains some of the writing) but I will say he was more way more bearable in S4 and his relationship with Anya kinda works and I absolutely love her. Riley has the personality of a wet paper towel and I was struggling through S4 and that whole initiative story and now I'm waiting for him to have a gruesome death because he's still in S5 and poor Buffy and me deserve better.

Adore Willow/Buffy's friendship. Gile's being everyone's surrogate father figure especially Buffy's and his closeness with Willow is everything. It's only Xander he doesn't care for as much lol. Faith was a good villain with the whole dark side of the slayer thing and Eliza was great but I can take her or leave her. Plus I'm expecting her redemption arc to come.

Oz and Willow were sweet but he was kinda a wasted character didn't really do much apart from the werewolf backstory they threw at him before he left. Tara seems like a sweetie waiting to see where she and Willow go and them both being witches. Cordelia was good as the bitchy girl but not developed after that and she isn't someone I think of when I think of the show.

Spike is great both as the evil vamp and his comedic side, James Marsters portrayal is why he's so loved because he really makes it work. They kinda didn't know what to do with him in S4 without Dru so he was the comic relief which gave fun moments but I'm waiting to see what they do with him now. Highkey terrified of the 'Spuffy' thing to come *prayer circle*

Harmony being an airhead useless villainous vampire - genius! Her and Spike I'm laughing a lot.

From previous seasons

I loved the Spike/Dru dynamic and was sad she wasn't in more episodes. I see she's listed in this season so it'll be fun to see her again and Darla because I'm intrigued in her backstory with Angel and the others plus Julie Benz is so beautiful <3

Wish we had gotten more of Angel/Spike/Dru being an evil OT3 than the bits we got.

Angel being Irish is the stupidest funniest thing because his accent like the many accents on the show is Not Great. It's not like they go deep into his Irish ancestry or it impacts his story it's random and the flashback outfits/wigs are so bad lmao.

I'm a bangel (terrible ship name) fan. They appeal to my teen self who would've loved them. Yes they're a romantic cliché in parts but idc I'm here for the whole doomed lovers/cliché tropes/always loving each other in any universe thing they have. Plus Sarah and David's chemistry is wow. I don't know how they'll end them truly seeing as they keep referencing them.

Season 2 and 3 have been the best so far loved the S2 finale with Buffy killing Angel and the S3 graduation ending.

The main cast are great there aren't any weak actors. SMG is the perfect casting can't imagine anyone else playing Buffy.

I'm glad I decided to finally watch it even though it is a slog with there being 7 seasons with 22 eps each. It's all kinda blurring into one very very very long movie and I'm forgetting each previous season as I go 😂

#soph asks #two seasons left #which from what i see are kinda controversial #in the fandom #in terms of what they like or dont #saving my thoughts on any ship stuff till ive seen it myself

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landonkirbyappreciation · 2 years

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LANDON KIRBY + season 1 wardrobe

#please DO NOT repost or use any of my gifs on twitter without credit #legaciesedit #legacies #landon kirby #landonkirbyedit #multi #s1 #wardrobe #outfits #my edit #my gifs #been meaning to start making outfit gifsets for ages #it's gonna be a joke once i get to s3 #at least there'll be different clothes for golem landon #but s4 it's literally just been one outfit i--#really missing the days when landon was actually treated like a lead #and they gave him more than one outfit a season wow

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strawberriescherrieskiwi · 2 years

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Oscars Night

A/n: Just need to write something about his fucking outfit. So here is Timmy and Bunny on Oscar Night. Might write a part two at the afterparty so let me know what you think.

Wordcount: 1.3K+

Warning: Blow job

Oscars night was your favorite night. It was the only time you willingly gave up your lazy Sunday. You and Timmy had gone to many awards together, both before you were dating and after, but nothing was quite like the Oscars. The energy was always the best and seeing all your favorite actors were the highlight.

You even admit that you placed a few bets on who would win which award. You bet Zendaya $100 Encanto would win over Luca and your bet Pauline that Will smith would win best actor.

Another thing you loved about Oscar night was Timmy’s outfits, he always looked his best. Tonight he was adamant about not letting you see his outfit until the night of. You thought he was being ridiculous but was more than happy to play along with his silliness.

You dressed before him in a black jumpsuit with a slit down your chest until your belly bottom. You had banned him from seeing your outfit as well and were excited to see his reaction when he saw you. You were in the mood to play tonight.

The issue was, Timmy was also in the mood to play. The moment he stepped into your hotel room, you knew that you were going to lose. Your mouth went dry, your hands shook and heat pooled in your stomach.

“I take it you like?” He grinned walking closer to you. If he didn’t have a shit-eating grin on his face, you would have told him how much you wanted to get on your knees for him.

But instead, you said, “I wonder what Andrew Garfield is wearing. He has been killing it this award’s season.” you turned your back on him, grabbing your clutch, but Timmy’s hand gripped your waist, pulling you against him.

“I love how funny you are, my love. We both know that you love my outfit. And let me just say that I love yours as well,” he whispered into your ear, hands moving down your hips.

“I suppose we both went with showing as much skin as possible,” he added kissing your neck.

“I think you win that Mr. Chalamet,” you whispered turning around in his arms, running your hands down his chest. “God I can’t even make a joke because you look this good. I’m upset with you for that,” you pouted, touching his exposed waist.

He shivered at your touch, gripping your waist harder. “I need to dress like this more often if I get a reprieve from your abuse.” Timothee pulled you closer, kissing you hungrily.

You traced your tongue along his lips before pulling away, only to drop to your knees in front of him. “Need you, Timmy,” you whined, dipping your fingers into the waistband.

Timothee sucked in a breath as he looked down at you. His chest rose quickly and you couldn’t keep your eyes off of it. “We have to leave, my love. The car will be here soon,” he said though didn’t stop you as you pulled his pants down low enough to pull his cock out.

“I’ll be quick, it’s not my fault you are looking like a literal god right now. I am doing my part in worshiping you, milord,” You teased, leaning closer to him and dragging your tongue on the underside of his cock.

“Fucking shit, fuck hell,” he groaned throwing his head back.

“Wow words from a god, I’m so honored,” you snorted, taking his cock into your mouth, cutting off whatever he was about to say. You would have smirked if his cock wasn’t already halfway down your throat.

You were in no mood to tease your boyfriend too much. You had to be fast as the car would be arriving soon and something about him walking the carpet after your mouth been around him was enough to make you hollow your cheeks and take him further into your mouth as you bobbed your head.

Timmy’s legs shook as you sucked him off, one of his hands moved towards your hair but one sharp look had him tugging his own hair. “Fucking hell, Bunny you are going to fucking make me skip the Oscars this year,” He moaned, shallowly thrusting into your mouth.

“Seeing you dressed like a fucking goodness with my cock in your mouth. Fuck I don’t deserve you,” he said as his hips moved faster.

You just opened your mouth wider, tightening your throat on his cock as he fucked your throat. Your eyes flickered up to his face to see his eyes closed and his hair sticking to him. This look would kill on the carpet and you were already thinking of ways to sneak off together during the show.

A string of curses left his mouth as he came down your throat, causing you to choke slightly. He didn’t stop his thrust as he came, they got faster and rougher and his hand moved to your shoulder holding you in place.

Watching Timmy lose it was your favorite thing in the world and you let him use your throat until his hips stopped moving and he moved away, but you stayed with him taking his cock back into your mouth instantly.

“So your plan is to kill me, bunny?” He chuckled shakenly, hissing as your tongue flicked his slit.

Pulling off just enough to speak you shrug. “Look your cock so much, Timmy, and this fucked outlook will be all over the papers tomorrow and I’ll know why and that is was my doing,” you said taking his cock back into your mouth. Timmy’s whined at your words and his nails dug into your shoulder. He wasn’t going to stop you.

Timmy’s moans were whiny and desperate, begging you for release. You were all too generous to let him come down your throat once more. His hands dragged along your cheeks feeling his cock through them. The room had grown incredibly hot, but his fingers were cold against your face. He didn’t last too long and when he came you swallowed everything he gave you only a little slipping down your face.

You cleaned his cock before pulling his pants back up as he helped you to your feet. When you were back at your full height, Timmy pulled you into his arms pressing his lips to yours in a searing kiss.

You laughed carding your fingers through his hair. You wished you more time to undress and have him fuck you against the wall in this outfit. You could feel yourself growing wet just at the thought.

All too soon there was a knock on the door and Timmy was pulling away, causing you to groan at the loss of contact. His lips were swollen and his eyes were still glazed over and he had a stupid grin on his face.

“Don’t look at me like that, Chalamet,” You said going to fix your hair and makeup

“Like what?”

“Like you want to miss the awards and stay here.”

“Well, bunny, it is our lazy Sunday and for some reason, I rather stay here,” he teased moving behind you.

“Oh no, Timmy, I am in this outfit and you are looking like that we are going. Don’t touch me or we won’t leave,” You said, slapping his hand away.

“That is the plan so come here,” you said moving to reach for you again.

A knock sounded at the door again. You side-stepped him, grabbing your clutch, grinning when he groaned from behind you. You opened the door smiling at the men here to take you to the red carpet.

“Come on Mr. Chalamet, don’t want to be late,” you called over your shoulder.

“One of these days I am going get you back for all this teasing,” he mumbled as he walked out of the door.

“What teasing. I just sucked you off and you came in my mouth twice. If anyone should be complaining it should be me,” you whispered as you got into the elevators.

“You’re right,” he said grinning widely.

You groaned closing your eyes now you got yourself into something. “Timmy please.”

The Elevator dinged and Timmy walked out smugly. “You should save the begged for later, you’ll need it,” he called out.

“I hate you.”

“We both know that is a lie.”

#Timothee Chalamet #timothée chalamet #timothee chalamet x reader #timothee x reader #timothee chalamet imagines #timothee chalamet fanfic #timmy x reader #timmy chalamet #fanfic

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boop-le-snoot · 3 years

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@buckyownsmylife hey babe! Remember that one time you threw that cool challenge? Here's my entry. Prepare to get absolutely ruined because daddy!Bruce is exactly that sort of man.

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Your best friend's dad, Dr. Bruce Banner, is hotter than you thought he would be. 6k words, NSFW. Kind of Alt!Reader - she refers to herself as 'goth' in one instance. Tony Stark makes an appearance because God forbid I write a fanfic without him in it.

This is filthy pron, ft. age difference (reader is college aged) daddy kink, throat fucking, dirty talk, praise kink, cream pie, possessiveness, belly bulge and ending with a hint at a threesome. I really crammed all I could from Eyre's wheel in here, didn't I. Oh well.

"How much longer, dad?" Lyra's annoyed voice struck a chord within me. I tried to hide my snickering - unsuccessfully might I add - causing my best friend to shoot me a hurt look, equally fed up with me as she was fed up with her forgetful adopted father. "You know what, we'll take the subway."

Lyra's father's voice, both agitated and apologetic, reached my ears in bitten-off phrases as the traffic noises around us grew in volume, NYC rush hour rapidly approaching its peak.

With a sound huff, Lyra removed the phone from her ear, staring me down with the most amount of petulance I've ever seen on her usually reserved, placid face. "It's twenty more minutes. Apparently he's driving Tony's car," she offered in the way of explanation, like it actually did anything to better the cold, wet situation we found ourselves in. "Please, and I can't stress this enough, please don't be weird."

I felt a flood of amusement at Lyra's pleading tone. "Darling, if you wanted a normal friend, you should have looked elsewhere," I gestured to my outfit. I looked like a goth boy's wet dream: chunky platformed boots, fishnets, heavy eyeliner. Of course, all in black.

"You know what I mean," she whined, waving off my pointing hand and fixing me with a hard stare. "The least my dad needs is someone that is terrified of him just because sometimes he turns into a big green monkey. It's not as exciting as internet thinks, anyway," the last part of the sentence was mumbled but I heard it nonetheless as Lyra stared out into the traffic, clever eyes looking for a particular car model.

What Lyra didn't know was that I was not at all considering to be terrified by the man who dosed himself with radiation and developed an advanced version of split personality disorder. I could be intimidated by him, sure, because he was incredibly intelligent, a world class scientist with more PhDs than I had zeroes in my bank account, but even despite his green problem, Dr. Bruce Banner was about as far away from 'scary' as a man could be.

The few scarce pictures of him on the internet showed a short, stocky man with kind eyes and salt-and-pepper curls, always dressed in un-ironed, crumpled button-ups with dorky patterns. Looking at him, I mused that there was a high chance he spoke with a stutter and that fact amused me to no end. Jekyll and Hyde, alright.

Lyra was much the same way. Shy and reclusive, with curly brown hair and doe eyes, she spent a good chunk of her first semester in college being avoided by everybody because of her last name; I, on the other hand, avoided everyone out of habit, I'd never been a social butterfly, but the way people subtly made sure to exclude Lyra from all the activities filled me with quiet, seething rage, and I stepped over my general distaste of people and removed my bag from the seat next to me so Lyra could at least study in relative peace.

Yeah, yeah, you've heard it all, I'm sure. Weird goth chick adopts a socially awkward, shunned nerd and they become best friends forever. I had to admit that under the shy exterior, Lyra was smart, witty and even funny sometimes. She was willing to entertain my crude jokes without moaning, at least, and I was perfectly okay with listening to her rant about science every now and then.

Rain banged on the slanted roof of the café we were hiding in, the autumn wind howled, making both of us shiver at the prospect of having to go outside, even if it was for a short moment to run to Lyra's dad's car. The day had started out warm and sunny, but much like a badly calculated chemical formula, it all went downhill a split second after we had set out to leave campus.

"There he is," the grouch in Lyra's expression had me once again unsuccessfully attempting to conceal my snorting.

Nonetheless, I followed her out into the rain, struggling to keep up with the brisk running in my platformed shoes, unceremoniously crawling into the car behind her without sparing a glance at the driver in my eagerness to get out of the freezing downpour.

"Hi, dad," Lyra's tired voice spoke up at the same time as I angrily shook out my hair.

"I've just about McFuckin' had it with New York," I was afraid the dye in my hair would bleed out into my clothes, or even worse, the nice, cream-colored car seats.

"Hello, ladies," the voice that greeted us was low, gravelly and apologetic to boot.

My eyes shot up, meeting an expression full of surprise and amusement. I stared at the shockingly handsome face of Dr. Bruce Banner like a deer in the headlights.

The fine mimic wrinkles had stretched into a resemblance of a smile, soft, plush lips revealing a set of straight, white teeth. The five o'clock shadow framed his jaw, giving it a sharp, defined edge, his clever brown eyes slid down my form, faltering on the pentagram on my belt and my fishnet-covered legs, settling on my chunky boots before hastily snapping back up to my face.

"Dad, this is..." Lyra's voice was full of suspicious bewilderment as she attempted to dissipate the sudden awkwardness.

"Oh, yeah, I'm Dr. Bruce Banner, but you can call me Doc or Bruce," he cleared his throat, turning himself towards the windshield and starting up the car.

"Nice to meet you," I busied myself with putting away any stray hair just to occupy myself with something during the time I needed to recuperate from being just... Looked at by Lyra's dad.

It sounds ridiculous, I know, but I was so taken aback by his handsomeness and his aura of a gentle but powerful man that the ride to Stark tower, however swift, went on in slightly awkward silence. The streets outside were, thankfully, noisy, and the lack of an attempt to have a conversation could easily be attributed to Bruce's need to focus on the road, but Lyra's increasingly concerned looks did very little to settle the sudden racing of my heart.

"C'mon, I'll give you some sweats so you can let your..." Lyra's vague gesture towards my upper body disappeared behind her side of the door. "Hey, Tony," she suddenly interrupted her sentence, very obviously addressing another person who I managed to miss as Bruce parked in the spacious garage.

"I've been told you're finally bringing your friend, Green Pea," a voice I'd heard a thousand times on the TV poked fun at Lyra.

She bent down to retrieve her bag, shooting big eyes at me and mouthing an exaggerated "Sorry!"

Tony Stark looked about a week in debt on sleep, a contrast to the way he usually appeared in public. The exaggerated eyebrow raise made me shuffle awkwardly in my spot; the Led Zep tee caught my eyes as I lingered on it, aware of my own Mötorhead top on display. He noticed it too, causing his face leave the snide territory.

"Wow, I didn't expect kids these days to have any resemblance of taste in music but you've surprised me, Corpse Bride," he gave me a quiet wolf-whistle, watching me through lidded eyes.

I felt my eyebrow crawl upwards at his attitude but Bruce spoke up before I could say anything: "Tony, no," so firmly, I had to raise both of my eyebrows. I felt a smile tug at my lips, the situation strikingly familiar in it's essence. Like father, like daughter...

"No," Lyra's identical expression, fond and annoyed, topped up with an accusing finger pointed in my direction had everyone snorting a giggle at the situation.

"Lyra," I whined, just so I could coax her grin that she was very obviously trying to conceal. "See, I told you, every crazy genius needs their emotional support nerd," I fixed her with a pointed look.

She promptly grabbed me by the arm, leading all of us to the elevator as the two men behind us shared a hearty laugh at my well-timed joke. It was either that or I would have completely embarrassed myself by gaping and drooling over both THE Tony Stark and Lyra's father.

The rush didn't stop there. I was promptly and generously offered not only a spare pair of pants but also a whole room to stay in after an invitation to dinner I simply could not refuse. Dr. Banner firmly coaxed me into staying overnight with his pleading eyes and a hearty seasoning of guilt tripping, softly crooning how he simply could not let a young woman to wander the cold, rainy night in NYC alone.

Tony added something too, in a tone way too surefire and patronising. I guessed he noticed my eyes lingering on Dr. Banner, being a genius and all.

In a short amount of time, I found myself seated at a dinner table next to a happy, giggling Lyra who'd downed a glass of wine and was well into her second. I found it adorable how much of a lightweight she was; not hesitating in the slightest to point out that fact when she made hands for a pitcher of water.

Tony was the first one to snark back something vague about his college days and all the wild parties he used to throw, booing Bruce upon discovery that he, in fact, actually studied in college in favour of partaking in various illicit activities. That had both me and Tony giggling with Lyra promptly joining in, both of us losing it over the running joke or her being either a test tube baby or the result of immaculate conception.

Bruce's face blushed scarlet. He sputtered, a few stray drops of his lemonade landing on the (ironed!) collar of his purple shirt, cough disappearing in the wake of Tony's truly amused cackling. Dr. Banner was well on his way to either choke on his Lo Mein or turn green; thinking quickly, I decided to defuse a situation by sharing a harmless, funny story that happened to me as a freshman.

"I went on a date with this guy who said that music was the most important thing in his life, and I thought, wow, that's so beautiful!" I began my story over Lyra's incessant snickering. "So we had dinner and went back to his place because I'm a whore," the whole table erupted in laughter at my deadpan remark, Tony reaching over to give me a high five.

"And as we got there, he put on one of his demos which was just a bunch of sampled and remixed Guns'n'Roses songs, and I thought wow, that's gotta be one of the worst things I've ever heard," I pointedly looked away as Lyra's cackling grew in volume, having heard the same story several times by now and the outrage I expressed at the situation first hand.

"But instead of that I said, wow, that's so cool! Then we did the thing and his whole bedroom was covered in Axl Rose posters and I'm sure at some point Mr. Rose stared right up my asshole," there were tears streaming down Lyra's face as Tony flopped his upper body onto the table and Bruce convulsed helplessly in a silent fit of giggles. "And then I thought to myself: wow, I would have to pretend to like his music if I dated this guy and I just couldn't do that..." I breathed out, succumbing to the mirth at the dinner table. "It was good but not November Rain good, y'kno?"

Bruce snorted loudly, sliding down his chair with a hand over his face. The table shook with the force of Tony's cackling; I didn't see his expression but the howling, rasping noises sent me into another fit of laughter, right on par with Lyra.

"Is this..." Tony rapidly inhaled the much-needed oxygen. "Is this why you keep wincing whenever I play the 'Roses in the lab?" Tony wheezed and Lyra nodded.

"I just... I can picture it, and I-" she made a vague, encompassing gesture and a face.

"Please, don't," I urged with a snort. "There are better ways to get disappointed."

Dinner went on by smoothly after that, everybody happily making remarks on my dating fail, the topic of Lyra's birth and Tony's college shenanigans dismissed.

I caught Dr. Banner's pointed look as we finished our dessert - he was studying me, eyes searching for something that he very obviously wished was there. From the damp roots of my hair to the soft, cotton top clinging to my chest, I wasn't left unscrutinzed and unexamined. Like one of the many specimens he studied on a daily basis, Bruce lingered on the many characteristics that made me stand out in the grey crowd.

"Would you like to see the labs?" He asked, appearing behind me without a single sound.

The freshly cleaned dishes clattered in my arms. I'd almost dropped them, startled, but Bruce's hand landed on the top of the stack right before the top plate would have slipped off and shattered into pieces on the cold tile of his kitchen.

Blood rushed to my ears. "I'd love to," my brain had briefly returned to reality, the rush of meeting both Stark and Banner succumbing to logic and reason. My and his fields of study briefly overlapped, the question he posed was more than reasonable. In fact, many people would cheat, lie and steal to be in my position.

Bruce smiled, opening a cabinet and taking half of the dishes I was holding to stack them up in their proper place. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up, exposing wide, muscular forearms littered with dark, coarse hair.

I was sure my face was flaming. After waving off Lyra's attempts to put shoes on me and leaving her to watch her TV show, a wide, warm palm rested on the back of my waist, gently steering me towards the elevator.

I tried to keep my eyes off Bruce in the large mirror on the walls of the car as it swiftly moved down, scrutinizing my appearance instead. My throat bobbed, the elevator car suddenly too small and too hot.

His eyes left marks on me - invisible ones, the kind that I knew were there just from the scorching heat sizzling on my skin.

There was a certain je ne sais quoi about him. Perhaps, it was in the way he was acting - a polar opposite of what I'd had expected, Dr. Bruce Banner possessed a quiet confidence and his patience appeared to be endless, heartily doused with an appreciation for his closest ones. The way his eyes lit up in response to people smiling around the dinner table was hard to miss.

When Bruce spoke about his research - whatever wasn't classified, anyway - the spark expanded into a mischievous fire. I could hardly understand the nuances in his work, scratch that- I could not understand a single word he was saying, at all. The individual syllables registered as they should, but my traitorous brain could only focus on the way he licked his lips in between quickly inhaled breaths.

"You're not... Following, are you?" The corner of his mouth lifted upwards, clever brown eyes fixed on my face.

God, I hoped I wasn't drooling. But to deny the obvious would have been a stretch. "No, not really," I swallowed, willing my eyes to lift from the large veins on the hand that was pointing at a set of equations. Reasonably good at math any day, they looked like the scribbles of a madman to me at the time.

Dr. Banner sighed, letting silence creep among the whirring machinery in the lab for a brief moment. "I don't scare you?" He removed his glasses, cleaning them with the corner of his shirt.

The question reeked of self-doubt and, perhaps, insecurity. "No," I answered simply, not giving him the slightest chance to find doubt in my words. I was barely holding my voice from shaking, afraid he'd misunderstand my reaction to the sudden change in atmosphere.

He was closer to me than I recalled. My hip was almost brushing his, the bulk of his shoulder millimeters from touching against my bare skin, the smell of something herbal, like tea, and sharp chemicals clouding my senses. It was such a contrasting experience.

Bruce turned to me, an expression between hunger and regret forcing me to shiver and look him straight in the eye. A hand landed on my waist, holding me in place with gentle firmness. "I'm a monster, I could hurt you," he whispered, leaning into me like a touch starved kitten. The man screamed contradiction. "We shouldn't."

Vivid images of the Hulk and the rampages years prior flashed through my mind; the rubble, the collateral damage in the form of many lives. I barely remembered it, having been too little to really understand what was going on. One thing, though, I knew for sure: ever since the world became aware of Lyra's existence, there had been no incidents. Sure, the Hulk still appeared when there was a threat, but there were no documented incidents of the green creature running amok, accidentally.

"You won't hurt me," I spoke with conviction. Perhaps, I was bluffing just slightly but I wouldn't lie like that to myself. The variable, the... Twelve or so percent chance of things going... Awry, it made a small, malicious worm inside of me rejoice and fill my limbs with familiar adrenalised yearning. "You're not a monster. Far from it, actually," I used the hand that was not supporting me against the desk to gently cradle the side of his face, letting my fingertips brush over the rough five o'clock shadow on his cheek.

Bruce emitted a sound somewhere between an agitated grown and a pleading whine, sagging with the sound exhale, pressing himself flush with my chest. His face slipped from my palm, the warm tip of his nose running a steady line up my neck, sending goosebumps running wildly down my back as his hot breath tickled the arch of my throat.

"Baby," the nickname punched a stuttered gasp out of me with the intensity contained in just that one word. "I've been hearing all these amazing things about you," his voice dropped, low baritone rumbling straight into my ear. "I won't be able to hold back. I'll want you all to myself," his bicep flexed under my hand.

My knees would have bucked if I wasn't grasping onto Bruce for dear life after those words. I had some sense of personal pride in me, so while my body was an easy, traitorous thing, my mind was more than eager to participate in this game, to ping pong a little bit before... "Yeah? What things?" I breathed.

Teeth briefly closed around my tender skin, nipping for just a second. "You're kind, beautiful," his hand took a steadfast hold on the back of my neck, exposing my throat to his mouth. More skin to mark, more time to whisper. "Intelligent, bright and clever," the more he spoke, the fiercer he became. Bruce's grasp tightened until I was pliant in it, willingly following his silent commands. "A bit of a pain in the ass," a healthy dose of humour was added into the mix as my ass was roughly grabbed, our fronts pressed together at his insistence.

"That sounds about right," I didn't resist the sudden urge to snark, thoughts lazily floating in my head, like clouds on a bright sunny day, fleeting and sparse. None of them caught on. I was focused on feeling the need, on my need to feel.

A sharp smack landed on the plump of my ass, the sound resonating in the eerily quiet lab. The sounds of machinery had dulled at some point, leaving just the two of us panting our lust into each other's space. "I know you can be a good girl. Will you, princess?" His fingertips dug into my flesh, surpassing the soft sweatpants as if they weren't even there.

I could only nod, dumbly, overcome by the sudden rush of blood to my body. The life coarsing through me sang, demanding a release of the pent-up tension.

"What's that?" Bruce removed himself from my neck, catching my unfocused eyes with a crooked smirk on his lips.

"Yes," I swallowed, breathing through my mouth.

"Mmm," he hummed, running both hands over my sides, over the frayed edges of my Mötorhead top. He admired it, briefly, setting his eyes on the band logo that was right over my breasts. Having decided something to himself, Bruce promptly removed it, lifting it over my head with ease and leaving it right on the science lab table.

Taking hold of my hand, he walked over to a hidden set of sliding doors that revealed a rather large, frequently used bed, shutting them just as I walked in, wearing only my bra and borrowed sweats. My back was pressed to the door in mere seconds, hot palms chasing away the chill of the lab as Bruce slotted his lips over mine.

He tasted like something I've never had before. His lips - so plush and supple, took hold of the kiss with practiced gusto, sucking me in without a chance or the desire to escape. I drank from him, sucked on the bottom lip as his tongue explored my mouth, danced with mine.

The room was spinning, the ringing in my ears growing in volume. I was only partly aware of the sensation of sliding down the wall; our knees thudded on the carpeted floor simultaneously, heavy breathing the only noise I could distinguish.

"Breathe, baby, that's it," Bruce coaxed, gently stroking my nape. The soft cotton of his shirt crumpled under my fingers where I held onto him, desperately searching something to ground myself with.

The buckle of his belt clattered and then clinked again as he wrapped the worn leather around my wrists, bringing them together in front of my chest. I exhaled sharply at the intimate gesture, a whine bubbling up from my chest when Bruce used a single fingertip to raise my chin.

My eyes met his; a brown iris tinged with the faintest of green around the outer edge. "This okay, princess?" He sought my face for confirmation, for agreement, for anything.

I nodded, stuttering mid-gesture, remembering our previous interaction. My mouth did not want to cooperate but I forced it to, even if it came out as little more than a pitiful mewl. "Yes, daddy," the word, sweet and sticky like fruit syrup, poured from my lips.

My eyes slid shut as my conscience - or was it common sense? - took hold of the situation. I was on my knees in front of my best friends dad, a virtual stranger, and I'd just-

Bruce's soft chuckle stopped the negative spiral of my thoughts. "That's my girl," he sounded a tad more breathless now, a hairliner in his perfect façade of self-control. As if he'd sensed my indecisiveness, he tugged on the makeshift restraints, pulling me closer, closer and into his lap.

A warm, solid chest with a healthy amount of fluff greeted me. Bruce let my lax, pliant body fall into his arms, catching me effortlessly and bringing my face to his lips. "You have nothing to be ashamed of, you're my good girl," he peppered soft kisses all over my flaming cheeks, my twitching nose, my fluttering lashes.

"Please," I begged, shame giving way to the flood of arousal that seemingly hit me all at once. I was aware of the dampness collecting in my panties, the stiffness of my limbs from holding back the ravenous desire to paw at Bruce like a wild animal. "Please, daddy..."

"I know, I know, baby girl," he soothed, not stopping his tender assault on my face. "Daddy will make it all better. I know just what you need," Bruce finally pulled away. I heard the sound of him undoing his zipper and then the awkward shuffle of him shucking off his pants.

Somewhere in between of all that, he'd ended up sitting down on the bed, wearing only his boxers, his shirt hanging open. The red crawled down his chest, partially masked by the coarse salt and pepper hair; his lips were cherry red and his hair was sticking out in odd directions. Bruce looked sinful.

My eyes inadvertently landed on the impressive bulge in his boxers; in response to my widened eyes, he reached out for it, stroking the outline of his thick cock through his boxers. "Like what you see, baby?"

"Yeah," My mouth watered.

"Baby wants a fat cock?" He teased, sounding like he knew exactly what he was doing, testing my self-control like that. With a flick of his wrist, it sprang free, slapping against his tummy, coating the fine hairs with drops of clear, musky fluid.

I swallowed, feeling the taste of him from afar and yearning for more where I was parked between his spread legs.

In a gesture almost loving, he tugged on the belt still wrapped around my wrists, bringing my face to his leaking shaft and my hands to the base of it, letting me feel the weight of his balls in them. The cock throbbed, neglected, weighed down by the heaviness of his full balls.

"Go ahead, baby, suck my cock," the encouragement came with a gentle push to my head.

I obediently followed, wrapping my lips around the pink, moist crown of it, a hum beginning in the back of my throat. My God, Bruce tasted heavenly... I whirled and slipped my tongue a around his head, I dipped into the slit to drink the nectar right from the tap, idly coming to awareness of the broken, choked moans coming from the man above me.

Raising my head got me a view of his chin; head thrown back, the lax O of his mouth glistened in the meager light. My eyes slid lower, to the flex of his abs. Bruce fought hard to stay still. The desire consumed me, a sudden rush of power at having Dr. Bruce Banner's cock in my mouth and the man at my mercy; I inhaled, sliding my mouth further and further down his throbbing length.

"Fuck," I heard him mutter before his hands gripped the sides of my face. "Hungry, baby, are you?" His eyes glowed a faint green; I shuddered at the power he held within himself. Held back for me. "Tap my thigh twice," he spoke and I had no choice but to obey. "Okay. Do that if it gets too much, alright?" I nodded. He gave me a wide, beaming smile. "Good girl," he praised, experimentally bucking his hips into my mouth a few times.

In and out. I focused on my breathing, sharp, little inhales: his girth took up all the free space in my mouth, the tip of it barely fit into my throat. The burn, the stretch; I felt every tenth of an inch, every bulging attempt of my body to accommodate Bruce's huge cock. It was delicious, I couldn't help but crave the same stretch in my neglected, sopping wet pussy.

"Fuck, you're taking it so well," Bruce moaned wetly. "Your mouth... S'like heaven... Could fuck it all day, that's my good girl," the rambling increased in it's intensity as the pace of his hips hastened. Drool and tears flowed like a river; my chin was dropping with it, spit connected my face to his pelvis. "Oh," there was a brief pause to his movements; suddenly, he pulled out, fisting the base of his cock, staring me down with a ferocious gleem in his eye.

I must've looked a straight mess; my face like a crime scene, my clothes disheveled, covered in fluids and most of all - I was desperately grinding against my own feet, too focused on the glorious cock in front of me to notice the weakness of my own flesh. "Daddy?" I questioned, wincing at the grating of my own voice.

Without a word, the belt was tugged once more; in a set of movements just slightly north of acrobatic, I found myself laying on my back in the middle of the bed, my sweatpants suffering a haste demise in the corner of the room.

Bruce crawled atop me, leaving a trail of sloppy kisses on every inch of my skin he could reach, mouthing something inaudible into every pore of my body. As he drew closer, I discerned bitten-off phrases, stringing my desire into sticky, tangy mess at the apex of my thighs.

"My perfect baby girl," the words reached me; all tongue, he kissed me once more, arching into me as much as I arched into his hot grasp. A brief inspection of my face - he was satisfied with what he saw - and Bruce crawled back, settling in between my spread legs, breathing hot air on the lips of my sex still covered by a sopping wet piece of fabric.

"Oh fuck," I yelped, feeling him smooch it soundly, the hot wetness of his tongue penetrating the meagre lace barrier with ease.

He moved it aside anyway, with a single finger, giving my pussy a broad lick, moaning into my cunt like a man gone mad. It took a few more licks for him to feel sated enough to surface, all the while holding my hips down. I was so sensitive, I felt even the tiniest flicks to my clit, I was sure if I didn't cum then and there, I would explode.

"Such a pretty pussy, princess," his heavy breathing paused briefly. He nipped my thigh. "So wet, is that all for me?"

"Yes, yes, daddy," I rasped, pushing my cunt into his face, losing all shame and trepidation.

"So tasty," he continued the torture, outlining my lower lips before taking another nosedive right into it, swirling his tongue around every fold, sucking onto my clit.

Bruce ate my pussy until my thighs shook, until my core quivered and I could no longer hold back the choked, ragged screams starting somewhere in the low of my belly and coming out as unholy, all-consuming yowls filled with unadulterated lust.

"Louder for me, baby," he inhaled rapidly, and then, he sucked on my clit.

The world stopped, halted on it's axis, every muscle going rigid in my body and every nerve ending simultaneously coming alive. Faintly, I heard a chant, repeating two syllables over and over, it sounded like my voice - but I had no control over myself. All I could do was weakly grind my hips against Bruce's mouth, faltering when the crashing waves of my orgasm began to recede.

The infuriating overstimulation stopped; blinking hazily, I saw Bruce's eyes glimmer brown and green in front of my face. His nose and his chin was glistening with a thin coat of sticky fluid; disheveled and red, he looked a man on the verge of a revelation.

Something hot and blunt nosed at my cunt, bringing back the moment to me - I realized, with a great deal of impatience - how empty I felt. The decision was minute. "Daddy, fuck me, please, I want your cock," the words came easily.

"That's my girl," his eyes fluttered shut as the first inches squeezed through the snug of my cunt. I was sopping wet and as relaxed as I'd be, but even then, it was a stretch. "Good girl, good baby," the mumbled praise made me whine and my pussy clamp on his cock. "Relax, let daddy fill you up." Breathing through it, I consciously unwound myself around him, letting my palms rest freely on his shoulders. "Let daddy take care of you."

Like melted sugar, his husked words stuck to me inside and out. Short, sharp thrusts; Bruce was patiently burrowing himself inside of me, making his way to reach the deepest parts of me I didn't even know existed. His cock head pressed against something hard and spongy inside of me; stars burst behind my eyes I'd clamped shut on reflex.

I moaned weakly, tugging on his arm, pressing myself closer. It felt so, so good. Like a raw nerve had been exposed and he was stroking it, pushing that little switch with every stroke of his hips.

"I'm not gonna last," he muttered as once again, my cunt squeezed him snugly in place, just as greedy as I was to feel that tiny explosion spark up within me again.

"I want..." I panted. Bruce set in a punishing pace after that, a palm under my ass, squeezing it so hard there would definitely be bruising. I craved it, I needed to see the evidence this was not some elaborate fever dream. "I want... Daddy to fill me up," words came out garbled; it sounded like gibberish to my ears but Bruce - they spurred him on.

"Oh yeah?" That breathless, boyish cockiness was back in his voice again; despite how fucked out he sounded, I prepared myself for something truly out of this world. I just knew.

He sat back on his shins, dragging me by the hips with him, making me shiver and moan and twitch and clamp onto him again as his throbbing cock hit that special spot again. And again. And again.

"Look at me, baby," a hand on my belly and his eyes burning right through me. As they slid down, towards the apex of my thighs where he was still moving within me almost lazily, I saw it.

"Oh fuck," I couldn't utter much more than a two-syllabled profanity. There was a bulge in my belly, just above my pelvis, moving in rhythm with Bruce's hips. And then he pressed on it and I-

Something, someone, somewhere was screaming. The noise was loud and pitched, but even then, I could barely hear it though the neverending waves of bliss that enveloped my whole being. Gold and silver at the edges of my rapidly darkening vision; I was drowning in something that smelled and felt like Bruce. The safety of his arms, the warmth of his heated body, the rapid snapping of his hips-

Oh.

"I'm gonna, fuck," the last word was but a ghost of a human speech. Growling low and filthy, Bruce leaned into my ear, his breath hot and moist. "Mine," his hips stuttered, his cock nestled deep, the sensation bordering on painful, forcefully extracted pleasure. It throbbed with every spurt of his seed; each one felt like a solid punch in the gut to my abused pussy.

"Daddy," I mewled, my body jerking away from him but my mind and my soul yearning for more. His rapidly softening flesh made the idea of being separated unbearable.

"S'good, s'my good girl, m'so proud," he mumbled, looking slightly disoriented as he removed himself from me, immediately pressing me to his side and interwining any free, flailing limbs.

We laid in silence, each of us slowly coming back to Earth after the completely unreal experience we just had. I didn't know what to think, didn't know what to do as the realization set in, the post-orgasmic haze giving way to a sudden rush of clarity.

"I can hear you overthinking," Bruce's voice was fond.

Before I could muster up the courage to snark back, the divided doors opened, one very concerned Tony Stark standing there, armed with a tranquilizer gun in one hand and a pack of cookies in the other. His mouth, previously open to (probably) yell at us, remained as open when his eyes had registered the scene in front of him.

I stared at Bruce. Bruce stared at Tony.

"The noise," he offered in the way of explanation, dangling the pack of cookies, looking, for once - speechless. He recovered quickly, however, even if the remark was a thin ghost of his usual sass: "You pick the nerd over me? I'm hurt," he scoffed in mock irritation, although I was pretty sure I saw some satisfaction in there, too.

Bruce looked at me. I looked at Bruce.

A mischievous grin slowly crept up his face, an identical one beginning to appear on my own face seconds after.

"Hey, two nerds is better than one, right?" My response is what did it; or, rather, it was the evidence of my previous throat-fucking clearly audible in my voice... Tony dropped the cookies and then, the tranq gun.

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