#atm my name on here is just 'red' this is because i am a bit of a dumdum and i thought they were asking for my name instead of my username | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

smalls-words · 1 year

Text

Chapter One: Have We Had Sex?

Summary: Your job leads to one hell of a woman.

Pairings: Detective!Fem!Reader x Detective!Steve Rogers (separating co-parents), Mama!Reader x Margaret "Peggy" Rogers, Reader x Natasha Romanoff (friends atm), Natasha x Wanda (platonic), Natasha x Delilah (friends), Natasha x Yelena (sisters).

Warnings: Demons and Angels, murder, blood, sexual suggestion (no smut), Natasha is a rich smug woman, lots of biblical references.

A/N: I'm really excited to be writing this. Lucifer is one of my favourite TV shows.

Series Masterlist

*not my gif*

The wind in her hair as she cruised down the highway was just one part of her thrilling night ahead. She idly sent the car around the corner, following the massive line outside of the bar before the engine shut off and she threw the keys to the valet at the front door.

"Hey, boss." He greeted her as he caught the keys.

She stepped in to hear Fame by David Bowie playing in the background, briefly admiring the dancers on their platforms whilst a waitress handed her a drink. Her hand curved around the condensating glass effortlessly, as if it was a skill practised for centuries.The dark navy suit curved around her body, a shimmering silver dress shirt matching her multiple piercings whilst a few tattoos covered her wrist and peaked up at the back of her neck, slightly hidden by her bob of fiery red locks.

A few moments were taken at the top of the stairs, looking down onto the main floor of the club before making her way down the set of stairs. Many glances were both given and received by passersby, many of them being women in skin-tight dresses with shoulder straps so thin she could tear them with her teeth.

She was also sure many of them would enjoy it.

As she spotted her target, she approached the turned-away brunette but could still see her face in her mirror's reflection whilst she cleaned a glass in hand. "Where have you been?" Her Romani body was held beautifully and scandalously in the top that exposed quite a bit of cleavage, her jeans hidden by the bar.

The boss smirked at her reflection. "Oh, holed up in a château, copulating with a young woman named Faith. It's ironic, isn't it?"

The brunette looked down. "Thank you, Patrick. You can go."

A gleeful young man stood up and licked his lips clean before leaving the two to chat.

"You little devil." Her boss smirked knowingly.

The sexy Romani grinned mischievously. "What? I dropped something."

"Well, I'm sure you did."

"Now, Natasha, I am a big fan of sex."

"Obviously." She nodded.

"But I didn't leave Hell to be a bartender. Shouldn't you be spending your valuable time doing something more... significant? You're the queen of Hell, for crying out loud."

"I am retired, Wanda. I've got nothing but time. Thank you." Natasha gestured to her empty glass before Wanda began to refill it.

But then, the pour of the bottle began to slow. The music slowed, the people slowed. Natasha and Wanda looked at each other, an annoyed look in the redhead's eyes whilst the brunette seemed a mixture of worry and alert.

Natasha took the two drinks Wanda had poured before heading over, smirking at the blonde as she emerged from the smoke and shadows.

"Yelena, how's it hanging, little sis? Huh?" She asked, holding one drink in either hand.

"Your return to the Underworld has been requested." Yelena stated rather formally.

Natasha put down both drinks and began her theatrics, knowing they'd piss her off. "Oh, right, okay. Let me just, uh, check my calendar. Yeah, here it is. Uh, the 7th of never through to the 15th of ain't-gonna-happen. How does that work for you guys?"

The stare Natasha received would have killed her within a blink of an eye if Yelena's special ability was a death stare. "Look, remind Dad that I quit Hell because I was sick and tired of playing a part in his play."

"I'm gonna warn you against disrespecting our father, Natasha." Yelena grumbled.

Natasha took a sip of her drink before she scoffed. "Yeah, well, our father's been disrespecting me since the beginning of time, so pot-kettle, don't you think?"

Yelena sighed loudly. "You are a mockery of everything divine."

Natasha's expression sank into one of gratefulness, her hand falling over her heart. "Thank you. Thank you, but lately I've been doing a fair amount of thinking. Now, do you think I'm the Devil because I'm inherently evil, just because dear old Dad decided I was?"

Yelena took a step towards Natasha. "What exactly do you think happens when the Devil leaves Hell?"

Just as Natasha scoffed, Yelena placed her hands firmly on her sister's shoulders. "All of those demons, all of those tormented and tortured souls, where do you think they go?"

Natasha knocked Yelena's hands off of her, meeting her face just inches away. "Don't know, don't care. Not my problem, sister. So consider the position officially open. And you, my feathered friend, can go to Hell."

In a blink, Yelena's dark grey wing-tip was held underneath Natasha's throat, ancient steel fused at its tips. But Natasha didn't flinch, no - instead, she chuckled. "Yeah, try it. You think Father's upset now."

Yelena stepped back, her wings neutral as they rested behind her, a small chuckle coming from her too. "You know, he will not be merciful for much longer."

And with that, Yelena left just as quickly as she came. The world began to return to normal speed, bustling patrons and staff whilst Natasha decided to get some air. There were few things in the world that could rattle her, and as much as she loved her, Yelena was one of them.

So Natasha stood outside, spinning a coin in her hand, still thinking about her conversation with Yelena, when a taxi slowed to a stop in front of Lux. The rear window rolled down and a beautiful hot mess appeared.

"Hey, you. Remember me?" She asked.

Of course Natasha knew who she was - she prided herself on knowing everyone in LA - but she also prided herself on being the flirtiest and most teasing. "You're famous, aren't you? Delilah, isn't it? Can I have your autograph?"

Shouts of "I love you, Delilah!" came from the line behind Natasha as well as other people walking past, many already taking flash photos.

Delilah chuckled at Natasha's quip. "If I can have a drink."

So, Natasha led her inside and got her a drink, clearing out a booth with a single stare so the two could sit.

"So are you gonna tell me why you really came back?" Natasha smirked.

Delilah sighed. "There's something I need to know."

"And what's that?"

"Did I... sell my soul to the Devil with you?"

"Well, that would imply the Devil's actually interested in your soul." Natasha quipped before she recognised Delilah's worry. "Look, all I did was introduce you to a few key people who owed me favours, that's all."

"I mean, with all the good came a hell of a lot of bad." Delilah commented.

"Oh, right, so the Devil made you do it, did he? The alcohol and the drugs, the topless selfies. The choices are on you, my dear. I mean, Jimmy Barnes?" Natasha scoffed. "I can't believe you almost married that sweaty little imp."

Delilah rolled her eyes as she tried to gain back some dignity. "He produced my album. You introduced me to him."

"I suggested you��work with him, not sleep with him. Besides, I bet he's a shit lay."

"Well, I... got confused."

"And then you left him at the altar."

Delilah sighed. "Yeah, that was rude of me."

"No, actually, I quite enjoyed that bit." Natasha chuckled, to which Delilah joined her.

"You know, he trapped me in the bathroom at the Grammys, said he wanted to get back together. Then I hear he's marrying a supermodel - this weekend. And I'm jealous. Oh, God, I'm a mess." The blonde's head fell into her hands before Natasha took it out of them by a gentle grip on her neck.

"God has nothing to do with your mess. Look... You didn't sell your soul, Delilah. You do owe me a favour though."

"I'm scared." The shy pop star admitted.

Natasha nodded with understanding eyes. "You should be. Because what I'm about to ask you is gonna be quite difficult for you." She paused to watch Delilah's fearful reaction. "Pull yourself together. That's it, that's all I'm asking. 'Cause you're wasting your talent, your life. Hmm? What do you say?"

Natasha led a tired and drunk Delilah out of her club, keeping her steady as they walked into the brisk evening chill. Delilah slowly brought them to a stop, Natasha's eyes falling onto her.

"I'm gonna do as you asked. I'm gonna get it together. Promise, Natasha." Delilah nodded.

Natasha sighed regrettably. "Look, it's not about me. What happens now, that's up to you. Okay? Now come here, you." She hugged her.

Tires squealed to a stop before two bullets hit Natasha and three hit Delilah, the glass shattering from the other three. Natasha fell to the ground and Delilah collapsed next to her, the redhead's eyes shutting slowly.

But when they opened to a car crash in front of her, she checked over Delilah and her heart sank to find no pulse at her neck. She stood, anger fueling her, and stormed over to the wrecked car.

"Oh, no, no, no, not yet." She growled, shaking the guy awake before bringing his head towards hers. "What did you do?"

"I'm sorry." The guy whimpered.

"'Sorry?' Why did you end her life?"

"Why else? Money."

"'Money.'" Natasha scoffed. "Oh, it's times like this I wish I was still in Hell. All the fun activities I'd have planned for you."

"Hey, girl, I just pulled the trigger."

Natasha watched as the light of his soul faded from his eyes, drifting off into what she hoped was her old domain. She silently prayed for some of her best demons to torture him before she pulled out her phone and called the police, staying by Delilah's side even as her blood stained the glass shards around her corpse.

⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖

А full-blown crime scene formed within half an hour. Helicopters spun as police swarmed the crime scene. Delilah's body was put in a bag and slotted gently into the back of the coroner's van as an unmarked cop car pulled up. Out hopped LAPD homicide detective, Y/N Valeria - a beautiful woman, but one that downplays it on purpose. She's smart, cold and direct, as shown when she immediately moves towards the dead drug dealer.

Another plain-clothed detective walked up from the other direction, the badge on his hip reading Detective Steve Rogers. "Want to hear what I've got so far?" He asked cockily.

You huffed as Steve's grainy voice annoyed your brain. "Lieutenant said this is my case."

"Yeah, Y/N, it is your case, but try not to take too much time. It's an easy one. That's our bad guy, Eddie Deacon, he's a low-level drug dealer. I found these in his pocket, and I found this in Delilah's purse, so obviously drug-related. She probably owed him a bunch of cash or something - she's not exactly selling out stadiums these days."

"How do you know he's low-level?" You questioned.

"Look at his car." Steve chuckled.

"Did you look at his watch? That thing ain't cheap." You replied.

"It's probably fake. Look... there's gonna be a lot of attention on this one, Y/N. I wouldn't pick at it too hard. Not after Palmetto Street."

Steve watched your eyes darken as you folded your arms. "I asked for this case because of Palmetto Street, Steve. So, are there any witnesses?"

The tension between you both was enough to almost see, just like heat rising from the tar of a hot road. Steve eventually pointed you inside and you walked into the club, noticing other cops questioning possible suspects whilst a medical officer was checking up on the club owner.

You decided to talk to her.

You really shouldn't have.

"Natasha Romanoff." She greeted you.

"'Natasha Romanoff'? Is that, uh, a stage name or something?" You questioned.

She simply chuckled. "God-given, I'm afraid. You know, you look familiar. Have we met before?"

You paused for a few seconds, processing the odd question. "Yeah, five minutes ago. And I'm asking the questions here. Talk to me about your relationship with the victim."

Natasha sighed as she stopped playing the piano to have a drink. Her mind instantly drifted towards what she would do with you given half a chance, and with her special ability, she knew she had more than that. "Well, she used to work here a few years back. I would occasionally accompany her while she sang. Then she became a big star and someone decided to end her life." She ended bitterly.

"Do you know the shooter?" You asked quickly, writing down brief dot points in your notepad.

Natasha shook her head. "No, but we did have an interesting little chat just before he kicked off. I asked him why he did it." She clarified when your brows furrowed cutely.

"Huh, like to play cop, do you?" You snickered, causing Natasha to laugh at the comment.

"No, I just like to play in general, Detective. What about you?"

*Christ, Y/N, get control of this questioning.* You thought to yourself before you spoke again. "I see. Did he tell you why he did it?"

"Why, money, of course. You humans, you love your money, don't you?" Natasha smirked as she took another sip of something you thought could only be whiskey, tequila or bourbon.

"Yes. Yes, we do. And, uh, what planet are you from... Russia?" You quipped, but you didn't expect a chuckle from it.

"Yes. He also said, 'I just pulled the trigger.' Now, don't you think that's interesting?" Natasha added.

You hesitated, but then decided to continue the questioning with this strange woman. "Delilah was shot to death by a drug dealer. And looks like Delilah herself kept the guy pretty busy. You know, it's sad, it's ugly, but it's not rocket science. Something probably went south between them. She gets riddled with bullets, and a nice little act of God takes him out."

The redhead shook her head in dismay. "You know, it doesn't work like that, Detective. It's quite a neatly wrapped little present for the LAPD, don't you think?"

You led the conversation down another path, hoping to get answers for the questions asked by the other cops to you. "Why don't you tell me something? How does she end up dying in a hailstorm of bullets and you get away without a scratch? I think that's interesting, don't you?"

Natasha simply smiled at you. "The benefits of immortality."

*This girl has to be crazy.* Your thoughts grumbled as you continued talking. "'Immortality.' Mm, of course, uh, you spell that with one or two M's? I always forget."

"What will your corrupt little organisation do about this?"

At the bold question, your notepad slapped down to shut. "Excuse me?"

Natasha sighed before clarifying. "Will you find the person responsible? Will they be punished? Will this be a priority for you? Because it is for me. She was my friend."

You scoffed as you tucked away your notepad and pen, folding your arms. "You got some balls on you, woman."

"Oh, thank you very much, but they're really quite average." Natasha grinned.

"I bet." You grumbled.

"Now, are you sure that we haven't met? I could swear I've seen you naked- have we had sex?" Natasha asked, pushing you over the line.

"We're done here."

You walked around the piano before Natasha took your wrist, her voice faltered by the slight flinch and the tinge of fear hiding beneath your storming anger. "Uh, Detective, wait. Someone out there needs to be punished. We're not done!"

You ripped your wrist out of her grip. "Yeah. Yeah, we are." You growled.

*I hope I never see her face again.* Your mind mumbled as you got into your car and headed back to the station.

⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖

"You have got to be kidding me." You muttered under your breath, the sight of Natasha standing with 2Vile enough to make you regret waking up.

"LAPD, guns down. On the floor, down." You ordered, the butler beside you as an idea popped into your head.

"Detective, welcome to the party." Natasha grinned at you but you ignored her gazing eyes.

"Grab the bucket, collect the guns. Now." You looked once at the butler.

"You sly fox, you did listen to me." Natasha continued.

You shook your head, lowering your gun once the bucket of guns was by your feet. "I ran the dead guy's cell phone. 2Vile was the last person he called. What I find highly interesting is how you made the connection on your own."

"Well, I've been busy, my dear." The redhead smirked.

You looked at 2Vile. "Why did you call the shooter two days before she was murdered?"

He huffed before confessing. "Fine. Yeah, I called Eddie 'cause he hooks me up sometimes. He met Delilah through me. Whatever. Don't make me a killer, do it?"

"No, but it does make you a suspect." You gave him a fake smile.

"Wait, aren't you that chick from that film?" The man standing beside the rapper pointed at you.

"Hmm, what's this? What film?" Natasha faced you, intrigued.

"You used to be an actress or something, right?" The man asked again.

"Yeah." You sighed.

"That teen movie... I forget what it's called."

You watched as Natasha had an epiphany. "Of course. Hot Tub High School. That's where I know you from."

You felt the conversation spiral out of your control quickly. "Let's just stick to my questions, shall we? So-"

"The one with the famous nude scene, coming out of the hot tub! It was, like, a complete Fast Times rip-off. She was, like, the new Phoebe Cates!"

"Thanks, I appreciate that."

"That was quite a nude scene." Natasha grinned widely at you, her tongue briefly coming out to wet her lips before her teeth dragged over her bottom lip.

Your short fuse burst at her. "I have far too many bullets in this thing for you to still be talking. You, we need to have a conversation right now." You pointed at 2Vile.

Natasha rolled her eyes. "That's a waste of time, Detective. I've just threatened his life, he's not our guy. He would've said, trust me."

Your eyes widened. "You did what?"

"Yeah, isn't that illegal?" 2Vile looked at you hopefully.

"Uh, little bit, yeah. You stay put. You, you're coming with me." You grabbed your cuffs and Natasha's arms, locking them into place as you led her outside to your car.

"I'm not quite sure why I'm being arrested." She asked.

"Because you're interfering with a police investigation, you've broken I can't even count how many laws, and you pissed me off." You ranted, opening the car door and gesturing for her to get in.

"Right. I can get out of these, you know?"

"Funny." You chuckled, which was shortly cut off by the sight of the open cuffs in Natasha's hands. "How'd you do that?"

She sighed at you. "Come on, we're wasting time. We should be out there solving a homicide and punishing those responsible."

"'We'? You're insane. I'm taking you in. Get in the car."

"No, that's boring. Not to mention pointless." Natasha whined. "Come on, I'll help you. It'll be fun."

"How could you possibly help me?" You leaned on the open car door, tempted to zone out and ignore everything she says.

"I have a certain skill set. I can be very persuasive with people and tend to see things that others cannot."

You tried to register her cryptic words. "So, you're psychic or something?"

Natasha chuckled. "No, I can't read people's minds, I'm not a Jedi. People just like to tell me things."

"Hmm, just-just tell you things? Just confess their sins, just like that?"

Now Natasha was annoyed at your semantics. "No, not their sins. I have no power over people's sins- I actually get a bad rap for that. I have the ability to draw out people's forbidden desires. The more simple the human, the easier it is. The more complex, the more challenging and exciting, really. But no, the actual sins, the sins are on you people."

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, the look making Natasha's body react accordingly. "'You people'?" You scoffed - you weren't a freaking alien, or a robot as far as you knew.

She sighed. "Okay, look. Tell me, Detective, what do you desire more than anything else in this life?" Her eyes fell onto yours, her green eyes almost sparkling in the sunlight.

"This is it? This is your big trick?" You asked, to which she nodded.

You analysed the green irises, taking note of the way that some brighter and darker lines slashed towards the pupil in a daring and almost charming way. "I guess, when I was a little girl, I... always wanted to help people and... and be taken seriously... when I say to shut up and get in the damn car."

Your grin spread as Natasha's fell. "You're not a Jedi or something, are you?" She asked.

"Get in the car." You grumbled.

"No, no, no, no, no. Look. I know something you don't know."

Your eyebrow rose and Natasha almost wanted to get rid of it right then and there. "Really? What's that?"

"Won't say unless you take me with you on this." She smirked, but it faded as your posture didn't change. "Please, come on. I got to 2Vile, didn't I?"

"Why do you care about this so much? About Delilah?"

"Look, I just... I just do. If I hadn't meddled with her career, maybe she wouldn't have died."

"Okay. Okay, fine. But if this little clue thing of yours doesn't pan out, these are going back on, and they're gonna stay on." You held up the pair of cuffs in your hand.

"Is that a promise?" Natasha grinned, to which you nodded wryly and pushed her towards the door.

As you drove to Beverly Hills, you could feel Natasha's gaze on you. It felt both familiar and different - the familiarity of a man's horny stare whilst the difference of admiration instead of lust.

You answered the call on your earpiece, waiting for the office on the other side. "Yeah, therapist in Beverly Hills with the first name Katherine. See if Delilah was a client."

"Ah-ah, actually, she had a pseudonym, which I also happen to know. I'm quite good at this, aren't I? Uh, Penny Lane." Natasha gave you the information.

"Okay. Delilah may have gone by Penny Lane. Thanks." You ended the call, looking into your rear-view mirror to see Natasha looking back at you. "Don't look so smug. Nothing's panned out yet."

"No, no, no, it's not that. It's just that I knew that I recognised you."

"Right, you've seen my boobies. It's exciting. What are you, 12?" You grumbled.

"So is the movie why you've got such a chip on your shoulder?" She asked suddenly.

"Uh, it's low on the list of things I have to live down, I guess."

"Right. Attractive female cop struggling to be taken seriously in a man's world, is that it?"

"Yeah, something like that." You shrugged.

Natasha scoffed, but for some reason, you felt it wasn't towards you. "Well, they're threatened. You're clearly smart and have notable instincts. Ignore them. Trust yourself."

You looked back up at the woman when you felt her eyes fall away from you, almost willing to thank her for the compliment - although, you weren't quite sure if anything out of her mouth was truthful.

Your phone rang and you pressed the earpiece to answer. "Detective Valeria. All right, text it to me. Thanks."

"What's that?" Natasha asked when you finished.

"What you were saying stands up. There's a Penny Lane who sees a Dr. Katherine Bishop in Beverly Hills."

Now you could add one truthful statement to her name.

"Excellent. I'll clear my schedule." Your phone rang again, surprising Natasha. "Ooh, someone's popular."

You huffed. "Please stop talking. Hello. What? You're kidding me. Is she okay? Oh, of course he's not there. Thanks." You ended the call, feeling almost itchy as Natasha looked at you again.

"We have to make a pit stop."

"What? No, absolutely not." She argued.

"My kid got into a fight. I got to pick her up." You shot back.

"What, can't she get herself home?" Natasha grumbled, the sound odd coming from her lips.

"She's seven." You scoffed.

You then shut her up by taking the corner sharply, as well as the added harsh braking when you stopped outside of the primary school. "All right. Wait here."

"With pleasure. I despise children." She mumbled as you left the car.

However, she soon left it at the sight of a pretty MILF-y thing walking past in a pencil skirt and white blouse. She followed her inside, hoping to take it further than third base, but after losing sight of her, Natasha sat down on the bench and pulled out a cigarette.

"I don't think you're allowed to smoke in here." A childish voice came to her right, and surprise surprise, it was a child.

Her blonde wavy locks and blue eyes stared at her whilst her two front teeth were missing. A pair of blue leggings matched with her blue and red shoes whilst a grey zip-up hoodie covered her red shirt underneath. Her small pink backpack sat just behind her, the straps still over her shoulders.

"Oh dear, what will become of me?" She asked sarcastically, going to light the end.

"My mother is a police officer. She could arrest you."

At the child's words, Natasha snapped the lid of her lighter shut. "I think I might know your mother."

"What's your name?" The child asked.

"Natasha. What's yours?"

"My name's Margaret, but everybody calls me Peggy." She replied, her missing teeth causing a slight lisp.

"That's a hooker's name." Natasha blurted.

"What's a hooker?" Peggy asked curiously.

She froze slightly. "Ask your mother. So... why are you in trouble?"

"See that girl over there?" Peggy pointed to a girl sitting across the hall, most likely a pre-teen. "She was bullying me. She created a fake Snapchat account and used it to make fun of me. So... I kicked her in the no-no-touch-touch square."

For clarification, Peggy pointed at Natasha's private parts. "Oh. Oh, I see. Well played. Well played, indeed."

As the school bell rang, Natasha watched as you came out of the office and took Peggy's small hand in yours. But then, at the front of the school, you came to a stop. Natasha analysed the blonde man in the beige-on-beige suit, designating him a douchebag.

"Hi, Daddy." Peggy smiled at him.

"Hi, munchkin." He smiled back.

"Wow, shocker, you're late." You bickered.

"Come on, give me a break. I'm putting a case to bed." He replied, and Natasha watched as Peggy blocked her ears with her tiny fingers.

"Right, like I'm not working a case, too. Oh, yeah, the one you tried to steal from me." You shot back, your hand coming to soothingly brush your fingers through Peggy's hair.

"You mean the open and shut one. You did open and shut it, right?" He questioned arrogantly.

"I'm being diligent, Steve. It's a high-profile case."

"Exactly, which is why you need to be smart about it."

"She is smart. You're the dimwit." Natasha commented, watching Steve look between herself and you, almost like you should be defending him. "Perhaps you should refrain from arguing in front of the child. It's unbecoming."

"I don't know whether to laugh or to shoot you." Steve scoffed, stepping up to Natasha intimidatingly.

"Surprise me." She smirked.

"Isn't she funny, Daddy?" Peggy beamed.

You looked at Steve as he stepped back from Natasha. "Hey, can you drop Pegs at my mom's? We have to go. Thank you."

You knelt down to Peggy's level. "Peggy baby, give Mama a kiss. I love you so much. Good job standing up to the mean girl."

"Thanks, Mama. What's a hooker?" She asked.

You looked up at Natasha, who was looking anywhere but your eyes, and then a grin came to your lips. "Daddy will tell you."

You watched Peggy take Steve's hand. "Bye, Natasha! It was nice meeting you!"

Your hands rested on your belt. "Hmm. I think she likes you."

"Of course she does. What's not to like?" Natasha quipped.

⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖

You sat patiently outside of the therapist's office, the name Dr. Katherine Bishop slid into place on the door's label whilst a bunch of certifications were abbreviated underneath in small writing.

"Was your offspring planned or a mistake?"

Natasha's question shocked you as she sat down on your left. "Planned. Sort of."

"Really? 'Cause I've never understood the human desire to procreate."

"That's probably a good thing." You mumbled.

"I mean, children are hideous little creatures, terrible, taxing burdens." She sipped on the coffee in her hand, as black as possible. "Oh, yours is fine. I mean, nothing to crow about, but nothing to be too embarrassed about either, so that's quite good, isn't it?" She corrected herself.

"Are you at all aware of how dickish you sound?" You asked annoyedly.

"No. Speaking of dicks... Why was that ex-husband of yours pressuring you to close the case?" Natasha leaned in close to you, the distance letting you see those narrow lines of bright and dark.

"No reason." You replied cautiously.

"Strange." The redhead murmured.

"Yes, you are." You grumbled.

"Did my father send you?" She asked.

As you were about to answer, the door opened and the noirette therapist smiled at you both. "Okay, Detectives, I'll see you now."

"Thank you." You slid your phone into your pocket and readjusted your badge and gun.

"Oh. 'Detectives.' Exciting."

You ignored Natasha's comment.

"Dr. Bishop, I'd like to ask you a few questions about Delilah." You began, but watched as her eyes drifted to Natasha, almost hungrily.

"You're thinking about it, aren't you?" The redhead asked.

"What?"

"Yes, I wouldn't recommend it. I'm like walking heroin. Very habit-forming. It never ends well." She sank into the back of the couch.

"I'm sorry, do... Do you two know each other?" You questioned, watching how Katherine struggled to look at you whilst Natasha was in the room.

"No, no, but I know that look."

"I don't know what you're talking about." Katherine tried to deny it.

"That is interesting because... you don't look at me that way." Natasha turned to you.

"What way?" You asked, now extremely annoyed.

"With carnal fascination." She clarified.

"That's 'cause it doesn't exist." You scoffed.

Natasha sighed. "No, you see, that's just it. With most women, it does. I tend to appeal to the dark, mischievous hearts in all of you, but you, Detective, you seem oddly immune to my charms."

"Referring to them as 'charms' is a bit of a stretch. Truth be told, I find you repulsive. Like, on a chemical level." You commented.

"That's fascinating. Now, tell me, Katherine-"

"You say it's fascinating, and yet I can see that it disturbs you, doesn't it?" The therapist asked with a soft tone.

"Dr. Bishop-"

"Kate is just fine." She corrected you.

"Okay. Kate, we know that Delilah was having a clandestine affair with a wealthy married man, so if you just tell us his name, we will be on our way." You smiled shortly, your patience running out with every second Natasha was sitting with her thigh against yours.

"I'm sorry, I can't do that." She replied calmly.

"Oh, she's one of the complex ones." Natasha whispered in your ear, her breath tickling you. "Katie, darling, why don't you tell me? Hmm?"

You watched the incredibly disturbing interaction of a mess of giggles coming from Kate whilst Natasha tried to coax the answer out of her. "What did you do to her? Did you roofie her?" You asked angrily.

"Oh, no, it's not her fault. She's just reacting to me. Just watch and learn, okay?" Natasha told you, patting your thigh twice before turning back to Kate. "Right, the answer is yes, we can take a trip to Pound Town if we must, but first, you're gonna have to tell us, Katie, okay?"

You almost gagged at Kate's moans. "Okay... It's Grey Cooper."

"Grey Cooper? Seriously? That is juicy." You agreed.

"Grey Cooper, the actor? The one who's married to Amanda what's-her-chops?" Natasha asked for clarification, to which you gave a nod. "Oh, no, he's horrible. So square-jawed, so handsome, so vanilla. Oh, I'm really quite disappointed in Delilah. That's truly terrible taste in the opposite sex."

"Thank you very much, Dr. Bishop. We'll be in touch. All right, we got to go." You stood up.

Natasha took your wrist gently. "Yes, of course, but I... I made a deal, so I'm gonna have to hold up my end of the bargain. You wouldn't mind waiting outside?"

Your eyes widened slightly. "Are you seriously talking about having sex with her right now?"

"Well, it won't take long." Natasha shrugged.

"I do yoga. Hot... yoga. I'm freakishly flexible. Want to see?" Kate suggested sultrily to Natasha.

You walked towards the door, looking at Natasha impatiently whilst your back was turned to Kate.

The redhead sighed. "Uh, look, I'm really sorry, but I'm gonna have to take a rain check. I will be back, okay?"

"I certainly hope so." Kate mumbled.

"My word is my bond." Natasha gave her a flashing smirk before she left with you.

⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖

After interviewing Grey Cooper, the most boring man on earth according to Natasha, you were stumped. Natasha had given you directions to Lux and the two of you sat, a drink in her hand whilst you stirred your straw in a club soda.

"Thanks." You muttered to the officer on the other end of the call, hanging up after.

Natasha's eyes on you had an expecting hold, but she never rushed you. Her suit jacket sat on the back of her chair whilst her white dress shirt covered her arms and torso. She was nursing a plain vodka drink and you kept your eyes away from her as long as possible.

"So, Grey and Amanda have zero connection to the shooter. But the shooter had the same watch as Grey. That can't be a coincidence. Maybe Delilah gave him one, too, like kind of a go-to gift? I..."

Natasha didn't like seeing you distressed like this. If you were distressed, you would get annoyed and angry with her charms. "Well, that would imply she was actually sleeping with that maggot."

You chuckled. "Really? Jimmy, 2Vile, Grey Cooper. That's three other maggots she's sleeping with. I don't think there's a lot of discretion going on with her."

"Yeah. I suppose you got a point." She sighed, watching you down the whole soda.

"God, what am I doing here?" You mumbled.

"Wrong deity, but, yes, that is the eternal question." Natasha smirked, making you chuckle.

"No. I mean here, in a bar, with you."

"Well, I don't know. You tell me, Detective. I mean, despite your proclaimed revulsion, you can't deny that there's a connection between us. Tell me, what do you actually want?"

"You mean, 'what do I desire more than anything else in this life'?" You teased, mocking her slightly.

"Yes. But no tricks. Not that they work on you, you freak." Natasha snickered, observing the small smile she'd brought to your glum expression. "But seriously, I'm curious."

You sighed. "I don't know. What I told you is true. I really do want to help people. My father was a cop. He was a great cop. My mother was an actress. Really cheesy one. I tried the acting thing, I took off my top. Wasn't really contributing to the betterment of society."

"I disagree. I love that movie." Natasha grinned.

You smirked slightly. "So I quit. Decided to become a cop like my dad and, uh, dealt with the whole Hot Tub High School thing, until I became a detective and found a whole new way to ostracise myself."

"Ah, the... reason your ex-maggot was pressuring you to close this case?" Natasha queried.

You nodded. "Yeah. Exactly. There was a case, a shooting on Palmetto Street where a cop was shot, and I saw it differently than pretty much everyone in my department, including my ex. I stuck my neck out, and it backfired. And, uh, now... no one wants to work with me." Your head tilted back in annoyance, but mostly guilt and shame on yourself - something Natasha could easily see.

"Well, I'm available." She shrugged.

"Too bad your little protégé isn't around to collect the check." Wanda commented as the TV ran above the bar, your eyes drifting to it before they shot to Natasha, her eyes coming to yours too.

"Of course. Delilah didn't give that watch to the drug dealer."

⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖

Natasha sat in the passenger seat of your car as the sirens wailed above her, your control over the vehicle incredibly enticing for her. As you slammed your car door shut, Natasha watched you check over your gun and its magazine in particular.

"What's that for?" She asked you as you pocketed it in the back of your jeans.

"In case Jimmy goes Neutron." You answered sarcastically.

You opened the door and followed Natasha into the recording room, keeping your face neutral as Natasha stood in front of you, her jacket doing a good job of hiding most of you.

"Hello, Jimmy. How's the album sales doing?" She stared at him.

"What album?" He asked.

"Soundtrack to Time Will Tell, which you produced." You clarified, walking around Natasha. "Whitney Houston hit the top ten for album sales after her death. Michael Jackson hit the stratosphere. Not sure you'll achieve such heights having Delilah killed, but that sure is a boatload of royalty checks headed your way. Guess you really needed the cash, huh? Which is why you had to pay the shooter with your watch."

Natasha watched Jimmy's smug grin fall into one of fear - the fear of being found guilty. "The watch Delilah gave you. Now, that's just sick. But then you are, so... seems fitting to me."

Jimmy pulled out a gun from his back pocket and Natasha realised what you meant earlier as your own aimed right at his chest. "Hey, Jimmy? Calm down, you don't have to hurt him too."

"I made her, and she ruined me. She humiliated me, she owes me!" He snapped, holding the young singer's temple to his gun.

"You're not God, Jimmy. You didn't make her. But you did destroy her. So I'm gonna punish you." Natasha promised, walking towards him ever so slowly.

"You back off, you freak. I mean it. I am not going to jail for that bitch. No chance."

"Listen to him, Natasha. Back off." You ordered, but the woman didn't.

"I told you, it's fine. I'm immortal." She rolled her eyes - how had you not understood that yet?

But she couldn't get close enough, because when Jimmy's gun trained onto her temple you shot him straight in the chest.

"Why did you do that?!" Natasha growled at you in complaint as the singer ran off.

"He was going to kill you." You scoffed.

"No, no, no, no, no, no. You just... you just let him off too easy. He needs to pay! He needs to suffer! He needs to feel the pain, not escape it!" Natasha snapped, watching fear creep into your irises from around your steeled expression.

"Don't worry. I'm sure where he's going, the pain's coming."

"No, it's not, actually. And you know why? Because I'm here and he's-"

Two harsh thuds reverberated to your inner ears as you fell back from the concussive force of two bullets. You looked down at your shoulder and gasped at the immense pain that came with moving your arm. Any movement at all hurt like a bitch, so you simply let your arm go limp onto the carpet.

"Y/N..." Natasha murmured, your eyes focusing onto her instead of the ceiling, your body focusing on her warm hand holding your cheek instead of the searing pain in your shoulder.

"I... I don't want to die." You whimpered weakly.

"I won't let you, malyshka. Your father will just have to wait for you." She quipped softly.

Your blurred vision watched Natasha stand over Jimmy and snatch the gun out of his grip, but you weren't sure where all of the bullets in Jimmy's gun went. He'd aimed them at Natasha, but she made no move to buckle in pain, not even a flinch.

Natasha ripped him off of the floor and smashed the back of his head against the glass. "Please don't kill me. Please, please, please..." He begged, but this was not like your pain-filled one - this was the one of a weak man too scared to face his punishment.

"Oh, Jimmy." She turned him around, holding him still within her constricting grip.

"You're going to wish that's all I did to you."

Jimmy screamed as he saw her reflection, dark orange eyes staring back whilst freshly burned skin covered her head. Natasha knocked him out and cuffed him with your pair of cuffs, looking up to see some paramedics rushing towards your unconscious body.

⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖

*This world is too damn bright.* Your first thought floated around in your mind as you slowly opened your eyes. Two bunches of flowers, one some lovely purple lilies and the other lively sunflowers, rested in the sun on your bedside table.

"Well, look who's back." Natasha smirked as your eyes fell onto her.

She was wearing a beautiful red jacket with a set of dark blue jeans, one of two black boots resting on her other knee.

"How long have I been out?" You asked weakly.

She leaned forward onto your bed's railing. "Five years." She sighed regretfully.

Your eyes widened. Had it been five years? Where was Peggy? Was Steve looking after her? What about your mom?

Natasha's chuckle eventually stopped your thoughts as her hand took yours. "I'm joking, malyshka. It's 2pm."

"You're such an ass." You grumbled.

"Why thank you." She grinned.

You looked her up and down. Her hair hung beautifully down her face whilst her chest seemed alright, no damage to her arms and legs as far as you could see. "Oh, God. He was firing at you. How are you not... more dead?"

"You're having a very hard time with this immortal thing, aren't you?" She shook her head lightly.

You sighed at her antics, pausing for a moment. "What, uh... What happened with Jimmy?"

"Jimmy... Jimmy got what he deserved." She commented, watching you shuffle over on the bed.

"Well, I'm pretty sure I would be dead if you didn't help me, so thank you."

"I'm sorry, what was that last bit? I didn't quite catch it." She teased.

You shook your head as a small smile grew, your hand gently pressing on her shoulder. "Thank you, Natasha."

"You're welcome. And besides, you're far too interesting to let die." She grinned as she leaned back in her chair.

"You saved my life because I'm interesting?" You scoffed.

"Wildly irritating as well, but yes." She teased.

You chuckled through your nose a few times before your head came to rest back on the pillow. "So what now?"

"Well, I mean, I've obviously proven myself to be an invaluable crime-fighting tool. You're a pariah in the department. I think this could be the start of a beautiful friendship, don't you?" She stood and grabbed her things.

"Who the hell are you?" You questioned wondrously.

She sighed. "I told you, I'm-"

"Natasha!"

You smiled at the little blonde as she tackled Natasha's leg into a hug, smirking as the redhead's arms raised. "Ah, yes, hello child. Um, just... Why don't you save some of this unpleasantness for your mother, yeah?"

Natasha easily picked up Peggy and roughly laid her on top of you, your painful chest letting out an 'oof' at the impact. "Oh, did that hurt?"

You glared at her playfully before Peggy snatched your attention. "Are you hurt, Mama?"

"I'm okay." You assured her, holding her close and running your fingers through her hair.

"Right. Well, I'd stay for the family reunion, but it's giving me terrible IBS. So, look forward to seeing you soon, Y/N." Natasha smiled as she held the door frame.

"I don't." You waved goodbye.

"Bye, now. Glad you're not dead."

You rolled your eyes as Natasha left, kissing Peggy on the forehead before you both fell asleep.

#smalls words #devil of my word #domw au #natasharomanoff fluff #natasharomanoff angst #natasharomanoff x reader #natasharomanoffimagine #natasharomanoff #natasha romanoff angst #natasha romanoff fluff #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x fem!reader #natasha romanoff x y/n #natasha romanoff x you #devil!natasha romanoff #detective!reader

99 notes · View notes

woofety · 6 months

Text

I was tagged by @sirtadcooper - thank you!! 😃

Tag someone you want to know AND/OR some of your besties.

(mandatory under the cut because I'm an idiot who can't keep it short to save her life 😅)

Favourite colour: this is an easy one, I'm in an established relationship and still madly in love after so many years with practically every shade of violet/purple that exists! 💜 Maybe I'm slightly more drawn to colder hues, but I'm not really that picky when it comes to this family of colours!

(This is a picture of a portion of wall in my bedroom I have asked to be painted with this shade of violet - which is a bit darker in reality but y' know, artificial light, that corner is way too dark to photograph otherwise... the whole room has various hues of purple scattered around: curtains, decorations, blankets, pillows... here's a special appearance of my beautiful boat lamp! ⛵💕)

Last song: thanks to a suggestion from Youtube, which probably hates me, because I'm still recovering from a flu and generally weak so it would be wise to avoid any kind of unneccessary emotional outburst:

youtube

Not technically a song, but still... I'm not sure if I was crying while watching this because I haven't had the chance to listen to them live yet, since they made a European tour twice but never touched my country and I couldn't travel abroad to see them, or because of... whatever it is that is going on with this performance and these artists, "epicness" to me barely covers it, I know I'm exaggerating but that's how much I love Two Steps From Hell, what can I say... In any case here I am being even more of a mess than I already am, you'd think I have had enough of using handkerchiefs these days! 😭❤️‍🔥

Last movie: I think it was Imagine me & you, which I finally watched after seeing a lot about it here (unpopular opinion no one asked for, I thought I would have enjoyed it more... ☹️)... It was either that or Bros (which I actually enjoyed it more than I expected instead 😁), at the moment I don't remember exactly which came last...

Currently watching: Fellow Travelers as for new shows (fuck me, seriously, what am I doing to myself 😭 - I'm crying quite a bit in this post 😅), rewatching Blackadder after having finished A bit of Fry and Laurie 😆, and sports as well, mainly tennis, padel and basketball atm!

Other stuff I watched this year: Oh my, I didn't watch an awful lot of things, but I'll surely forget something - I'm terrible remembering this kind of stuff (if only it was just these things 😅)! Let's see, in no particular order, I can recall Minx (so far this year the most pleasant surprise in terms of TV series I've watched for the first time, silly [affectionate] little show), Wednesday (it was a bit meh for me, not sure if I'll watch next season), Red, white & royal blue (likely one of my favourite movies this year ❤️... yeah, it's not certainly a big deal of a movie ofc and I'm not even a rom com gal, especially for those Hallmark style movies, like this kinda is, but idk, it was cute and warm and brought good feelings and probably I watched it in the right moment for me, or one on which I just needed good vibes, what can I say), Call me by your name (even more than watching the movie reading the book was... quite an experience - I'm not saying it an entirely bad way, but I'm still so utterly confused about my feelings about this novel), What's love, The kissing booth (don't ask me about this one, the things I do to watch an actor I like 😅 - there's a whole trilogy of it but I only watched the two movies that had in the cast the actor I was interested in, really can't be bothered to do more than that, it was enough suffering I endured 🤣), Only murders in the building, The witcher, National treasure: edge of history (I don't care what anyone says, this show deserved at least another season, it was far from perfect but there has been way worse that still sticks around, and I'm speaking as a fan of the movies foremost, especially the first one, which is one of my comfort movies, as absurd and silly as it is 😊), Shadow and bone, The witcher (as for these, I'll probably keep watching an eventual next season only for some of the cast, because both were an utter disappointment and I wouldn't bother continuing otherwise), let's see, what else, oh yeah, Smiley (this was another nice show tbh, and in this case I could also train my ear a bit on the language since it's in Spanish and I'm trying to learn and improve it 😝) and two other Spanish shows (guilty again for watching mainly for an actor I wanted to see ah ehm), Merlì/Merlì: Sapere Aude and Alguien tiene que morir, and Érase una vez… pero ya no, all pretty much forgettable... I don't know what else, probably there is something more, but I'm making it lenghty already, I should stop anyway!

Shows I dropped this year/didn’t finish: damn, I should make a sheet about tv/movies as I do with books, it's honestly hard remembering what I watched or dropped! I can recall not going through the second episode of Warrior nun: again, another show I was curious about having seen things here on Tumblr, but I didn't feel it after the first episode, I'm not even sure exactly why - it's possible I'll try again someday, it's way too early to have an opinion after only one episode! I also didn't finish Lockwood & co., this one wasn't really for me tbh... I'm not even mentioning something I've been watching only and exclusively because it's a sort of joke I have with a friend of mine... All right, I'll say, it's High School Musical: The musical - the series 😅 Truth is, my friend likes the movies and low key also the series, whereas I hate them all, and she knows they piss me off and she has fun hearing my comments and teasing me about it... I have a bit less fun submitting myself to this "torture" but whatever! 🤣 I try to watch the series when I'm particularly willing to waste my time, because the only reason I'm doing it is to have a laugh with said friend, anyway rn I'm at the last season and it's so bad, sooooooo bad (mind you, meaning it's just not for me, I'm likely too old and too millennial to watch this kind of shows anymore), I don't know how I am supposed to endure any more of it lol!! I guess at some point I'll force myself to finish it to end my suffering and hoping my friend and I will finally close this questionable chapter of our watching experience, but damn it's hard! 😝 As for shows of which I completed a season but didn't watch the next, I could say one was Abbott Elementary: pretty bummed about it because it was actually cute and was enjoying it, I finished the first season when the second didn't air yet and when it did, I had moved on and lost interest a bit and wasn't in the mood to continue my watching (happens to me a lot)... I think at some point I will resume this one, just have to find the right inspiration! 😛 (I'm rather complicated and picky about my watching/reading experience in general, ops) And I have to mention as well, even if it will surely grant me some disapproval from the person who tagged me in this game 😆, I couldn't pick up Our flag means death after the first season as well, and for now I don't think I will resume it: I didn't really feel this show, I don't know what to say... 🤷 Should I mention that I also tried rewatching The Terror but I was like "oh hell no!" after the first episode?! 😅 In my defense I watched it at night, and the show is A LOT and nearly killed me the first time, yeah ok I'm making excuses but I have to be in a certain state of mind to watch certain things and The Terror is one of those cases - I already mentioned I'm complicated with my watching experience, yes?! 😜 Anyway it was a rewatch so it shouldn't count sssshhhh 🤫😁

Currently reading: more like, the books I've put on hold atm, ouch! True that this year, especially in the first half, I've read way more than I expected and definitely way more than I usually do, but that's not an excuse to make a pause - still, I'm realizing that it's been few weeks since I've picked up my readings! Anyway, what I've been reading is Mercanti avventurieri by Attilio Brilli, which collects stories about merchants and their travels and trades through the centuries; Columbus by Lawrence Bergreen, the account of Cristoforo Colombo's voyages in America - not happy enough of ending up horrified and outraged by the chronicle of Magellano's expedition (by the story and events, not the author's writing, which I actually appreciated a lot), I decided to educate myself more about another so called "pioneer" who thanks to his hubris committed terrible atrocities in the name of "progress" and "religion" and "civilization" and so on 😡 , since the little knowledge I have about Colombo comes mainly from my years at school... Despite the fact that my respect for this man is nowhere to be seen, I'm still somehow fascinated by the narration of sea voyages, which in the end are actually my main interest when reading this kind of stories; Atlante delle fortune di mare di Cyril Hofstein, an account of tales about (mis)fortunes at sea, involving incidents, lost treasures, mysterious events, discoveries, disappearances, disasters and so forth - btw, in the book there is this particular chapter:

The disappearance of the Erebus and Terror is the title - the real story is terrifying enough even without creating a fictional horror show inspired by it jfc!

And lastly, this is definitely the less "serious" reading, The Lawrence Browne affair by Cat Sebastian, one of my first attempts at reading "proper" (meaning they're not fanfictions, not that I don't consider those "proper" literature, on the contrary many of them are written far better than some published books I've read, so yeah, I should say "published" instead) erotic novels lmao 😝 This was a whim really, I felt I wanted to read something light, "wicked" and not to be taken seriously (it also was probably some sort of "knee-jerk reaction" to many of the queer books I read this year, which were sad, depressing and/or tragic 😔)! Romance novels are not really my jam in general, but every once in a while they don't hurt, since I'm doing it just for fun! This one is actually the second book of a trilogy, more disappointing than the first book I have to say, which was more "juicy" and entertaining! 😁

Currently listening to: ah, this is a tough one to pinpoint, because lately my Spotify is on shuffle most of the time (I have a folder literally called "Miscellanea" that keeps a bit of everything, it's a glorious mess lol), and my music preferences are rather varied... Let's say that if I have to consciously choose something at the moment, there would certainly be Poets of the Fall, Gaelic Storm, The Irish Rovers, Santiano (in general celtic folk/punk songs, especially if inspired by sea and sailors stories- those are good for all seasons 🥰), Two Steps From Hell, J2 and "epic music" in general, and dance-pop music from '70 to '00, original or remixes, especially when I work out in the last case!

Currently working on: do crosswords count? It's my newest pursuit lol 😆 Because otherwise I'm afraid I'm not working on anything in particular at the moment (and I should start, since I had a couple of ideas for gifts for Christmas that alas, have to be handcrafted in order to be created, and if I want to have them done I am the one who must work on them, ugh can you believe it, outrageous, what has the world come to 😂)... I occasionally do a bit of calligraphy, create costume jewellery or create little macramè things, again usually trinkets but this summer I bought thicker yarns so I could have a go at something a little bigger like coin purses, wallets and little bags, and all in all it didn't go that bad:

The problem is, at least with the purses, that with these dimensions I can't fit half the things I usually bring with me when I go out because "you never know what might happen I might need this thing", so these purses were more like first tries and will likely not be used by me very much because they are too small for my necessities! 😅 In any case, I had to put this activity on hold for a bit because I lacked some time to dedicate myself to it!

Oh, wait, does trying to repair a porcelain ornament that fell on the floor (not because of me, I want to clarify, for once that I don't accidentally bump into stuff and make a mess - which happens more often than I'd like 😅) count? Hardly but whatever, anyway it's going to be complicated to glue the pieces back, some have shattered in such tiny fragments, sigh...

Current obsession: I'm almost shocked to report that at the current moment no particular obsession has consumed my every waking hour 🤣 I mean, even the flame of padel, which I've been following almost religiously all year, has dimmed a little, but it is the end of the season/year, everyone is tired and so am I apparently, rooting for couples who almost never have significant results (story of my life lol), so I guess I'm recharging the batteries for another round of hopeless cheer next year, yay! 🥳 For the rest, in terms of media I believe there is nothing of significance to report in terms of proper "obsession" for the time being, so yeah, that's it 😌 (the times of Black Sails or even Agents of SHIELD are far behind me, I miss being that "obsessed" tbh ☹️)

Tagging @thelifeinmyshadesofgrey , @whitestnoise , @lives-ruined-and-bloodshed, @valentinaonthemoon , @mednay , @tirairgid (ofc if you want to and haven't done it before) and whoever wants to give it a go really!

#about me #tag game #sirtadcooper #how could I make this so loooooooooong gdi I'm sorry I rambled an awful lot 😖#thank you again for thinking of me!

16 notes · View notes

threejadesoflan · 1 month

Text

GET TO KNOW THE MUN.

respond to the prompts out of character!

what made you pick up the current muse(s) you have? The answer, as ever, is brainrot. I fell down the danmei rabbit hole after getting the MDZS manhua and am to blame for dragging frexiasought down with me, but it's her who convinced me to make the blog and try writing some of my favourites. That said, I still want to write fanfiction with them too.

is there anything you don’t like to write? Character or ship bashing. I'll never enjoy reading it, and I refuse to write it. Obviously some characters are antagonists, but I'm so tired of Jiang Cheng bashing and Lan Xichen or Lan Qiren bashing. I didn't leave the FE community just to see the same things here.

is there anything you really enjoy writing? Maybe it's because I'm an old woman, but recently I've come to LOVE family content. Mu Qing's style of running his Palace is based on sect culture but also on that. And in general I just LOVE good sibling dynamics.

how do you come up with headcanons? Primarily brainwaves. Typically I bounce these brainwaves off of my notes app or Eva before I finalise them, but there's no telling what prompts some of those. They might come while I'm reading/watching, but also out of the blue while I'm working or showering. I do, however, also have a history of reading fanfics, spotting headcanons or portrayals I enjoy, and stealing them for myself (often with a bit of readjusting to better fit my own purposes). I'm not proud of stealing, and I try to credit the og fics if it applies, but I'm not above admitting it.

do you write in silence or do you play music? I tend to have speedruns open at all times when I'm home, so I listen to that. Otherwise I typically have music going, though I usually can't sit still when listening to music. I detest silence, though.

do you plan your replies or wing them? I typically wing them. Usually I'll have an idea of how to respond when I first see the post/ask I'm responding to, but as to how I execute that thought and add to it, that's winged. Wung?

do you enjoy shipping? Recently I've come to enjoy more platonic relationships more, but I will always be a shipping whore. I think that my aromantic ass lives vicariously through fictional characters.

what’s your alias/name? BP!

age? I just turned 31 this year and I feel like a relic of an ancient civilisation.

birthday? Mid February.

favorite color? Red and black, judging from my warhammer armies.

favorite song? I go back and forth. Wuji (XiaoZhan and WangYibo version) is very high up there atm though.

last movie you watched? Kingsman. My brother insisted I had to, as a self-respecting Bachelor of English Literature, and he was right.

last show you watched? I'm actually in the middle of watching the Untamed with Eva! It's a lot better than I expected, the actors very clearly understood the characters they're portraying.

last song you listened to? According to my youtube history, something from the Golden Sun Dark Dawn OST.

favorite food? I would commit a crime for the asian-inspired soups from a local noodle joint.

favorite season? Cranky old woman doesn't like any season. I go from hay fever season into cold season. I'd say autumn, but the cycling roads get super dangerous and the low-hanging sun blinds me. So probably summer, outside of heatwave time, bc both school and work tend to settle down around that time.

do you have a tumblr best friend? Pep and Eva for sure!

#ooc

2 notes · View notes

axofluff · 10 months

Text

✩ Get to know Alex ✩

*.·:·.✧ Welcome to my about me! ✧.·:·.*

➸ This post will let you know all the stuff you need to know about the author behind this post! Me! :D ♡⸜(˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝ ➸ I wanted to make an official one since my old one isn't to my style anymore ➸ If you still have any questions after this, feel free to ask me anything in my dm's or AMA! (づ˶•༝•˶)づ♡ Happy reading!

Hi there! I see you've stumbled across my tumblr page! (・ω・) ✦ My name is Alex and I'm a small writer here! I've been writing ever since I was 12. My grandma introduced me to books and ever since then I've always had my nose stuck in a novel about some mystical far away land. ✦ I mostly write oneshots and fanfics but I do have my own works which I sadly deleted or no longer continued as I wasn't happy with them (｡•́︿•̀｡). ✦ I started off on Wattpad with writing Twilight fanfic and I developed my basic writing skills from there. I may move my work over to a03 but I currently like Tumblr's UI and how I can link my stuff under one blog so it's easier for people to find my work. ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ✦ I am 19 as of writing this and I live in England in the UK! I speak only English, although I want to learn Italian at some point since I love the history and culture of the roman empire. It's been my special interest ever since I played Assassin's creed 2 back on my xbox 360.

✦ I am autistic and I have ADHD so my attention span is less then a goldfish. I have a lot of special interests such as space, the paranormal and history. I also have a huge soft spot for aviation and the military, mostly because I am a huge fan of Top gun and ever since then I've been interested in jets. ✦ I've been in too many interests to honestly label at this point but my mains being; Call of Duty, Detroit: Become Human, Red Dead Redemption and Spiderman. I'm also a huge fan of the game Death stranding and Assassin's creed. I have also dabbled a bit in the Apex Legends fandom as I played a large chunk of the game last year. ✦ I have hobbies outside of writing such as going biking, walking, reading, sketching, arts and crafts and video games. I also love to play chess when I have the chance. ✦ I kin characters a lot, my main being Konig from CoD, Wattson from Apex Legends and Pavitr from Spiderman/ I tend to kin characters that share the same qualities as me. They also bring me a sense of comfort. ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✦ My music taste is currently a massive heap. I listen to all sorts but I'll label some of my favorite artists ✧˖*°࿐The Weeknd ✧˖*°࿐Childish Gambino ✧˖*°࿐ Kendrick Lamar ✧˖*°࿐ Twenty One Pilots ✧˖*°࿐Radiohead ✧˖*°࿐Slipknot ✧˖*°࿐The neighborhood ✧˖*°࿐Arctic Monkeys ✧˖*°࿐Lady Gaga ✧˖*°࿐NF ✧˖*°࿐Rammenstien ✧˖*°࿐AC/DC ✧˖*°࿐Porter Robinson ✧˖*°࿐Post Malone ✧˖*°࿐Coldplay ✧˖*°࿐Avicii You can find my spotify here to find all my music tastes and what not ৻( •̀ ᗜ •́ ৻) Some simple facts about me •⩊• ✩ Name(s): Alex/Tobias/ axofluff ✩ Birthday: 8th November 2003 ✩ Pronouns: All! ✩ Gender: Bigender trans masc but atm its just c o n f u s i o n, I'm still exploring who I am so this is most likely to change .

✩Favorite food: I love chinese takeout's, Pizza and Ramen ✩Favorite animals: I love cats, sharks and kangaroos

✩Favorite colour: Mint green ✩Favorite show: The dragon prince on Netflix ✩Favorite Song: United in grief by Kendrick Lamar ✩Favorite icecream: Mint chocolate chip

This may be updated in the future if I feel the need to add more to the blog! Thank you all for reading! "૮₍ ˶•⤙•˶ ₎ა Remember you are loved and stay hydrated and eat something today if you haven't already ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ MWA! Have a great rest of your day! <3

#axofluff #about me #cod #cod fanfic #bio #info #fanfic plans #get to know me #help a small writer out #Spotify

7 notes · View notes

seaside-lovers · 3 months

Text

💥 Miguel & Kate 🕸️

Ship name/tag: 💥 bite me

Anniversary: June 8 2023

F/O source: Spider-Verse Trilogy

My backstory: While working as a librarian, I am bitten by a radioactive spider. This causes me to gain a few powers including (most significantly) enhanced strength. Instead of becoming a super hero, though, I end up going the route of MMA and start training to enter professional fights.

However, a side effect of the spider bite is anger issues, and that leads me to getting banned from professional tournaments after I severely injure an opponent during a fight. I'm later approached by a manager and join in an underground fighting club for money.

After my partner is killed by a rival, I'm sent down the path of for-hire vigilantism; I want to avenge my partner and end up deciding to start a "business" of sorts. Thankfully, before I can go down any worse of a route, I am approached by Jessica/Spider-Woman, who invites me to speak with her and Miguel about the other Spider-People.

That leads me to wanting to better myself as I learn of others who have gone through something similar to me, so I declare myself a superhero and join the Spider-Society, wearing a spider-web bandana around my face to disguise myself (full body suits freak me out so nooo thank you).

Later on, I end up becoming the host of a symbiote who (thankfully) doesn't immediately try to kill me; we end up reaching an agreement to become "friends" (basically not causing the other's death) which later evolves into an actual friendship. When Stalemate takes over, he stands at 7'2", mostly black with dark red bits here and there and quills down his back. He's heavyset and built like a strongman.

How we meet: I meet Miguel for the first time when I'm introduced to him by Jessica.

First impressions: I'm not the biggest fan of him because of how cold he is, but figured a formal relationship a la coworker would be fine. He's attractive as all get out, too, but no, best to keep it professional.

Miguel thinks nothing particular of me; I'm just another face in the Spider-Society (maybe cute, too... but if you say anything, he'll vehemently deny it; he's not about to fall for a "coworker").

Getting closer: As I get more settled into the Spider-Society, I start to befriend various members and get to know them better. It's nice to be able to talk with others who get it - the whole "great power great responsibility", canon events, etc. Miguel and I start running missions together during this time as well; this helps me learn to control my strength better and also helps us get to know one another better.

Beginning our relationship: The start of our relationship is fairly straightforward. I end up approaching him to go on a date as my attraction to him at this point has grown into romantic desire. He accepts, reciprocating my feels, and we start dating.

A few weeks after we go on our first date, we decide to become an official relationship. Miguel brings me a small gift, asking if I would like to become his romantic partner.

Ship trope(s): Anger Born of Worry - both Miguel and I become angry with the other when either of us is in danger/hurt.

Aesthetics: Neon lights, cities, teeth

Our song(s): None ATM

Favorite kind of date: Quiet. Dates where we're not expected to talk to one another or be around noise and can just relax. Usually this means we'll watch a familiar movie together at home; it's a fun way for us to spend time together.

Ways we comfort one another: Miguel isn't one to open up about how he feels, so the best way for me to comfort him is sitting with him. Talking is not necessary; just being with him and letting him know I'm there is very comforting.

What we love most about each other: What I love most about Miguel is his caring for others. He's very much one to protect those he is close to, whether that's something small or big. That's where the Anger Born of Worry trope comes in for us - he sometimes endangers himself looking out for others (and the multiverse) which often makes me upset. I would be devasted if he was ever severely injured or even died.

Miguel loves my openness. Not only am I honest with people about how I feel (and I do my best to ensure I'm not being rude/mean), I'm also open about my own life experiences and struggles. This is something he is not usually great at so he admires how we balance each other out in that manner.

F/O headcanons:

None ATM

#💥 bite me #💥 ship info #self ship #template by @/mydiluc #ship info #waves.txt

2 notes · View notes

tanaka-ryunosakes-husband · 3 years

Note

kageyama x male reader - confessing to his super loud and chaotic crush only to make him blush and be speechless for once

Okay bet! Thanks for this!!! This was actually really challenging. Creating a character that is chaotic without making it seem forced is difficult.

But! It was a great challenge,! and thank you so much for sending in a request it means a lot! I hope you like it! Sorry for no cut off. I’m on mobile and don’t have easy access to a computer atm. I was only planning on doing small blurbs. Wtf happened to small blurbs? Also sorry it took so long.

Kageyama always has a hard time focusing in class. It’s just boring. Though, he has a new reason this time. You. Kageyama didn’t like you at first, reminded him too much of Hinata or Nishinoya. He didn’t even play volleyball. What would they talk about together?

Somehow you always found a way to talk to him. Sometimes it was complimenting his hair, or drink of choice. -Something about calcium making your bones stronger? At some point you wouldn’t stop talking to Kageyama. He would just talk and talk and talk- How did he have so much to say?

Kageyama first realized he was fond of you when you brought him a snack to afternoon practice because you noticed his stomach growling at the end of classes. Hinata recognized you first.

~~~~~~

“Hey Kageyama, isn’t that the kid who always sits next to you at lunch?” He turns to see you in the doorway. After slipping off your regular shoes, you lunged at him. Jumping onto his back and clinging onto him like a Koala. Somehow not smashing the food you brought him in the process.

“Kageyama! You seemed hungry before you came here! And I know exercise can be rough if you don’t have enough fuel! Like a car! You can go very far with an empty tank. Do I brought you some gas! Don’t worry though,! it’s unleaded. Premium quality.” Dropping off his back and turning to bow slightly to respect the seniors who let you in, you took a moment to breath. “I got a banana and a yogurt. I also have some pork curry buns. I’ve seen how much you can eat! You’re like a large animal with your stomach. But somehow you’re still juman sized and that’s pretty cool-“

“Sorry to interrupt, but we have to actually practice,” I guy with short dark hair puts his hand on your shoulder. You’d almost think he’s the club advisor if he wasn’t wearing a student uniform.

“Oh! Sorry! I get so carried away sometimes. Carried. You can’t carry the ball in volleyball, right? So how do you have so much control. Oh! You seem like a super leadership role type of guy. Maybe you have magic powers to tell the ball where to go. Lead the ball into making points for you. Like. Like. Oh! Like a leash. No…. That’s not right. Like the line leader back in elementary school! You lead the class to the assembly’s ‘n’ stuff.” You jump a little at the door opening. So lost in your tangent, that you forgot where you were.

“Who’s that?” A blonde dude with piercings and a headband asks.

“I’m Kageyama’s friend! He had a small lunch and I wanted him to be able to practice good so I brought him a snack. He’s like a horse or cow with how much he eats. But he uses it all up with volleyball and getting so tall. It’s rude of him to get so tall. Like, bro! Leave some height for the rest of us am I right? Or am I right?” Your phone rings at that. You forgot about your club duties. “I have to go! Kageyama, remember to eat enough next time!” At that, you left.

Tsukishima sighs like he just ran a marathon. “I though Nishinoya-San was bad. That guy actually noticed the size of your lunch? He barely noticed Daichi-San trying to talk to him. What a weirdo.”

~~~~~~

Kageyama grew to really like listening to your tangents at lunch. He was grateful when they interrupted class so he could take a break. He missed them during Tokyo training camps. Most of all, he just liked seeing you excited.

~~~~~~

Kageyama first realized he was more than a little fond of you when you showed up to the first game of the Spring Tourney preliminaries. He was used to only the Alumni’s coming to cheer them on. You were right there with them and Yachi.

~~~~~~

“They all look like a punch of punks, don’t they Yachi?” Karasuno’s first match for the spring tournament was against Ohgiminami. Unable to catch up with Kageyama before warmups you had to settle for calling out his name from the viewing deck. “Though, I guess we have a few that look like punks ourselves. Oh! Oi! Kageyama! Do your best out there!”

He looked up at the stands shocked. Why were you here? Did you like someone on the team? I hope not. I want him to like me. Oh my god I want him to like me.

~~~~~~

Kageyama confessed when you showed up to nationals. Right beside everyone else, cheering him on. You were able to stay with family and didn’t have to worry about paying for a hotel, so it was an easy choice to come.

He sent you a text to meet him outside the inn, he wanted to talk to you.

~~~~~~

“Kageyama! I’m so glad you texted me! You played great out there, it’s good you adapted to the new arena nicely. It’s so exciting! You made it to nationals! First year of high school! You made the difference!” You kept rambling on for a while, as Kageyama tried to find a pause to talk.

Eventually he got so exasperated that he just forced a pause. “I really like you, okay?! I want to date you! And do all the dating things! I want you to be my boyfriend!” He squeezed his eyes shut, afraid you might get mad and yell at him.

He honestly hoped you would ramble in agreement with him, but that didn’t happen. You said nothing. Might as well check. The first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was red. Your face was so red it looked like you got sunburnt. You were speechless. Stuttering, even. You. Stuttering. You? Stuttering?

Frustrated with your own inability to say something you decided to just hug him. Having been prepared for the worst this confused and excited him. It took him a bit to actually hug you back.

Finally finding your words, you whispered into his shoulder, “I like you too. A lot. I want to be your boyfriend.” He squeezed you tighter.

~~~~~~

Your days of high school flew by super quickly. It’s your two year anniversary and your third year of high school. Wanting Kageyama to rest, you decided to stay in and have a relaxed date. Doing some self-care, eating all kinds of snacks, and watching your favorite movies together. It was perfect.

~~~~~~

“We should go to bed. You need your rest, you have to leave for nationals in a couple days, now is the time to let your body heal and prepare. Okay?” He nodded sleepily into your chest. Both wrapped in several blankets and wearing big hoodies it felt like the perfect nest. Neither of you moved to get up.

You decided it’s fine to sleep here, and kisses the top of his head. He looked up with droopy eyes and messy hair, puckering his lips for a real kiss.

The kiss was deep and full of love, his mouth left a little salty from the snacks from earlier. But he smelled just like himself. He smelled like home. You smiled into the kiss that you never wanted to end.

#haikyuu #haikyuu!!#kageyama tobio #kageyama x reader #kageyama x male reader #kageyama x m!reader #kageyama fluff

154 notes · View notes

tooweirdforyou · 3 years

Text

Riceballs » Trafalgar Law

A/N: inspired by this anon! I SO HAD TO WRITE THIS OMG! ( once I find it I’ll link it :’) )

note : this is to make up for the lack of writing I’m doing. I’m working on that Shanks nsfw that Rose anon asked for, a haikyuu event piece, a Tokyo Revengers Mikey oneshot, and chapter 2 of Target atm.. plus some personal things going on ! Forgive me!! :)

It’s real short so I apologize! ^^;;

Summary : offering to make Law a snack turns out to be a little more difficult than you imagined. Fortunately, Law is there to save the day.

“Lawwww?”

Peering into the room, your head sticking into his office, you gave a cute smile to the doctor, who eventually looked up at the door.

“What is it?”

You lean into the room more, gripping onto the door so you don’t fall before smiling at him. “You hungry?~”

Book still in hand, the doctor’s dead tired eyes looks up you and your excitement for a minute before shaking his head.

“Not really. I’m studying something so I don’t—“

“Studying again, huh?” You drawl out the last word before entering the room. “What is it this time?”

Law sits up and sets the opened book onto the desk flat and explains. “I’m studying the human bones, inspecting specifically, the phalanges and their-“ you let out an awkward hum.

“Er.. I don’t really understand since I’m not really knowledgeable in the science and biology department but you’re working hard!”

You smile brightly, and despite cutting him off, Law secretly adored your bright look.

( even if you reminded him of a particular straw hat ).

“So, as a reward, I’ll make you some rice balls, okay? Keep working, I’ll be back!”

Before he could protest, you run out excitedly and shut the door, dashing to the kitchen to get started on the doctor’s lunch.

Law blinks silently at the doorway before exhaling gently. “..okay.”

You were a handful, but he appreciated your efforts.

“Time to get to work!”

You clench fists into determination, clothed in an apron and a hair pulled back from your face. A smile plasters your face as you stare blankly at the kitchen table.

. . .

“What am I supposed to do?”

You sweat drop, still wearing a smile before humming. “Rice balls.. well, rice!”

Washing your hands, you go over to the rice cooker pot and open the lid up, scooping a spoonful of rice out and dumping it onto your hands.

“A-Ah, hot-! Hot! Hot!”

You hiss and toss the rice back and forth between your two hands, the rice sticking to some parts of your hand as it burns you.

Gloves. After plopping the rice onto an empty plate, you wash your hands again to cool it and slipped on some gloves to prevent sticking and hopefully, burning.

“Okay, rice is cooling and I can touch it now.. what next?”

You think back to Sanji’s rice balls he made when you visited once and snap your fingers. “Seaweed!”

Humming a tune, you go over to the cabinets and began looking for the sheets of seaweed to put on the rice.

Upon looking for it, you find some other stuff that seems to be good add-ons for the rice balls.

“Maybe eggs.. and soy sauce.. there’s some meat and fish left over so I can add those... sriracha, hoisin sauce.. these can add flavor! Pepper for some nice spice.. salt..?.. hm..”

As you mindlessly grabbed ingredients, your determination to create some delicious rice balls for Law’s hard work makes you blind to what you’re really doing to the rice but.. it was too late.

You were currently having the time of your life making these rice balls.

“Law’s going to love it!~ <3”

“...”

Law looks up from his book to see the time, seeing about an hour having passed since you came in.

“Did something happen?”

The doctor exhales gently and closes his book with small gesture before getting up from his desk, pushing his chair in.

Walking to the door, Law leaves his room and begins heading to the kitchen, preparing for what was there.

And when he finally made it, he’s speechless.

“. . .”

Upon the door opening, you glance at the entrance and widen your eyes with delight.

“Oh, Law. I was going to take these to you, but since you’re here, come eat!”

Despite the kitchen in quite the disarray, on the table were various small plates with a variety of rice balls with different sizes and appearances.

“Each one is different, so give it a try!”

Some looked edible and decent, while others were dark, red, mushed or just completely flat with indescribable and indiscernible items inside.

“Did you.. spend the whole hour making these?..”

Law mumbles, mixed feelings churning up inside him, or perhaps it was just his own insides at the sight of a few of them.

“Just for you!~ Don’t they look amazing?”

Law doesn’t say anything and the bright smile still being worn by you, fades just a little.

Your hands that were being your back, is pulled to your front and you let your smile completely fade and falter away, catching Law’s attention as you look at your red, burned and cut hands in front of you.

“Amazingly horrible, right?...”

The sight of your hands makes Law widens his eyes but you continue to speak before he can.

“I know it’s not good.. I.. don’t know how to make rice balls..” You admit, clenching your hands softly that it still stung.

Tears well up in your eyes in the embarrassment and failure sinking in. “But.. I still wanted to make something good for you to eat.. because you work so hard, and-!”

You sniff and wipe your tears with your forearm, before it could fall. “I’m silly, aren’t I? I just want to help you because you’re my captain and..”

“It’s not bad.”

You widen your eyes with a gasp and watch Law take a bite out of one of the rice balls. It seems to be the one with soy sauce put in.

“I understand what you were going for, the idea isn’t bad but the execution and technique needs some work.” Law critiques, biting once more silently into it before finishing it.

Swallowing the last bit of it, he turns to you and offers a small smile. “Thank you, [Name]. You worked hard to make these for me, I appreciate it. I’ll enjoy these.”

He then walks towards you and brings his hand up to brush a stray tear away from your eyes with his thumb.

The blush that spreads across your cheeks become visible as you stare in awe at your Captain.

“Don’t cry. Once I finish these, let’s make some rice balls together for the crew. It’s almost dinner time after all, and we’ll even share some of yours with them. Not all of them though.”

You snap out of your daze at his last comment. “S-Sure, but why not?”

Law looks up at you with a raised brow.

“What do you mean? These are originally for only me, right? I’m not sharing this reward given by you. It’s mine.”

“!” Your blush darkens as you sniffle and smile brightly again, giggling as your heart beats against your chest. “Okay!”

A/N : I’m so sorry this is so short and so sorry for the lack of content lately! :(

AT LEAST I FINALLY WROTE THIS THOUGH!

#tooweirdforyou #one piece #one piece x reader #op x reader #x reader #op #one piece writing #trafalgar d. water law x reader #trafalgar d. water law #trafalgar law x reader #trafalgar law #law x reader #one piece law

172 notes · View notes

babygirldennis · 3 years

Text

This shit is fake bby!!!

Here she is.. My masterpost of all the dumb, illogical bits of info contained within these s15 “leaks” that make me fairly confident they are complete bullshit. It also includes my little tinhat theories that have absolutely no evidence.

I will be putting it all under a Readmore in case you don't want to risk it or if you simply Do Not Care

First up, I'd like to point out that these call sheets repeatedly give very detailed backstories to characters that have few lines which conveniently paints a picture of each episode's plot. And I'm not an expert so correct me if I'm wrong, but after looking at other similar casting calls, they only ever include the demographic and necessary skills.

Basically who in their right mind would write up casting calls that give away so many spoilers? Seems like that could cause and issue if they were leaked lol. But anyway that's my 1st point. But onto the actual content

So the conceit of this episode as a whole is that during the pandemic, the gang "gamed the system" and received three (3!) Loans to start businesses that went bankrupt. One of these businesses is implied to be the one started by dee and charlie who end up selling to Qanon shaman. Already this is so impossible baby.

1. We've already seen the gang try to get a loan and it didn't work. They don't have good ideas. Ur telling me, they managed to finagle 3 separate loans for 3 separate business ideas from an actual bank?

2. Maybe I just have bad reading comprehension but how does one have a business that is both fictitious and bankrupt?

3. If the customer is supposed to be Qanon shaman, an actual real life guy, why are the only descriptors white and male? They say he's shirtless so are they going to paint on all of the tattoos he has? And if so, doesn't that kind of ruin the dramatic reveal when charlie "throws in" the viking helmet? Why would he do that anyways? Sus.

Moving on

Alright this episode would fucking blow for obvious reasons but im going to refrain from looking at this through my gay dennis thruther lens because im biased.

Purely from a narrative standpoint, a woman hasn't been shown to be interested in dennis in nearly 5 years during the wade boggs episode. Ever since, every single woman he approaches has been actively creeped out by him. And now I'm supposed to believe that 3 "smart, passionate woman" (In Their Twenties!!!!!!) agreed to go on a date with him? And Anna even slept with him! Just because he what? Agreed with her? I'm not buyin it.

Plus the concept of this scenario lacks any potential for comedy. When iasip gets political, they always discuss a very specific topic using hyperbolic situations and flawed metaphors. If this is supposed to be a political episode, what ultimately lukewarm point would rob be trying to make here? So far we know they're ranting about

The patriarchy

Privilege

Socialism

No more personal responsibility(?)

The... nature of power in society(??)

How on earth would an episode like get approved? This shit sounds like a Ted talk. It sounds like it was written specifically to sound like a political episode so boring and pointless it would generate outrage and mile long essay posts from Tumblr users and reddit users alike. Almost like this one lol.

On a completely unrelated note, do not try and convince me that Frank "casual cock ring wearer" Reynolds is unable to perform.

Jeez this is getting out of hand fast. Let's move on

Ok now we're starting to getting into the Ireland of it all. Let me go on a bit of a tangent here about all this.. Now I thinq there are just 3 possibilities. Either this is all a publicity stunt and there is some truth to the Ireland rumors, the entire thing could be bogus from some weirdo fan (ps, if a fan did write this I want you to know I fucking hate you. You did this to me), or it is a publicity stunt but Ireland is just more bullshit.

I am going to assume it was a publicity stunt, otherwise I just wasted my entire evening and I can't have that kind of mentality rn. Additionally, I'm Going to tinhat here for a second and say that the Ireland rumors are true, but the details are different.

I say this because if they were going to do filming in Ireland, they probably figured that that information would be impossible to hide. In essence, my completely unfounded hypothesis is that this leak was their fucked up little way of controlling the situation while simultaneously messing with us.

Ok tangent is over, returning to the casting calls. From the looks of it, dee starts a "scam" acting class and has some very devoted students (Note that Tony was also the name of the porn shop owner. Seems weird!) Presumably after the gang replaces her with a monkey as the title suggests.

Honestly, there isn't too much here that's a red flag to me... seems like a nice little dee-centric episode that is the link to the Dublin angle. Assuming I am At All right, this could be a genuine plotline for Dee. However, the monkey could be a red herring and there could be a whole different side plot with the guys. who's to say. Next one!

Ah yes this is the dennis we all know and despise.. no red flags for me here really, I'm also running out of steam because idk if it shows, but I am majorly sleep deprived atm. Anyway I'm going to the next one

Okay this is where things start getting weird again ough a migraine just hit, anyway back to my earlier point about how casting calls would never contains major spoilers bc the people who see these wont be under any kind of NDA..

These ones reveal that bonnie dies. Again, that info wouldn't be in a casting call.

But also they suggest charlie has a irish penpal named Shelley who is his biological father. First off charlie is illiterate, although as pointed out by @undeadbreeze shelley could also be communicating in symbols. However, this scenario is still unbelievable to me for a couple reasons:

1. Bonnie's last name is Kelly obviously, and we know it's her maiden name because Jack's last name is also Kelly. But Shelley's last name is... also Kelly? In the context of this big ol hoax, it feels like it was written to show that look! his last name is the same as charlie's! That's how you know that's his dad! But It would be way too big of a coincidence if charlie's dad happened to have the same last name bonnie.

And 2. There's the whole mystery of charlie's long-lost sister from 'charlie got molested' but never any mention of a brother which according to this, shelley has been pretending to be his brother for years. And we all know how much rcg loves their continuity, it seems uncharacteristically lazy to just tack this on without any prior buildup.

And finally let me talk about mac for a second and specifically the line in gus's summary "both are gay men who are attracted to the priesthood for all the wrong reasons"

Iasip has commented on pedophilia in the priesthood many times in the past which leads me to believe that they are implying that mac is a pedophile? Please let me know if I completely misread the implications of that statement, but if not, then that is completely insane and one of the biggest indictators that this is fake. Mac is awful, just like everyone in the gang but he is definitely not a pedophile.

However even if i did completely misread that, it's still proof this is fake.. For all his faults, Rob put a surprising amount of care and effort into mac's coming-out. It hasn't been perfect, but Mfhp in particular firmly established that mac's faith is integral to his identity so Its unlikely that rob would throw all of that away for a cheap shot at priests.

Ok my brain is irradiated sludge at this point, but in conclusion. I hope that 1. I'm right, at least about it being fake (Otherwise damb that'll be so humiliating for me) And 2. This eases ur fears a bit. I don't want to lose all faith in future seasons bc I love iasip and miss the gang. If you read this far youre insane but I literally love you so goddamn much because I spent so so long tapping this out on my silly little phone

Please feel free to add on or message me your thoughts and opinions I need to know I'm not the only one who uhhh went a bit insane. And finally: whoever made these is a cunt. Mwah.

#iasip #s15 spoilers #oy vey.....#they could also be written by a reddit fan who is too much of a pussy to just write fanfic but that seems kinda unlikely?#cause 1. itll be disproven so everyone will know u just... wrote weird fanfic #and 2. there are a lot of little details that are so random that even if this is a fan just messing with people.... why put in so much effo #wahtever im pressing post #actually tho what gge fuck is that priest line supposed to imply #i guess for mac it could be talking about his view that god smites enemies and u must fear him blah blah #i jus don't know what it was supposed to imply about gus!!!#bc they describe gus like he is fat mac with healthy views on the bible which :]#then that last line just gives me whiplash what does that mean!!

70 notes · View notes

zerogravityinq · 2 years

Text

Webtoon reading list: Tachiyomi

So here is a screenshot of all the manhwa I am following. Most have an official release which either I am following and paying for and just reading here because the fan translation is past it or I decided, for whatever reason, to not financially support a story so I read it on another platform.

So here is a list with the fan name listed first and thoughts. Under a cut because this will be long. If you want me to explain acronyms, DM me.

Webtoons I am reading

A Red Knight Does Not Blindly Follow Money/The Red Knight Seeks No Reward - A great balance of action and romance and remorseful MC who is trying to right what went wrong. Also the art isn't like crazy beautiful or ugly - it flows with the story and does not distract from it. Just got picked up by tapas but the fan translation [by BCK] is waaaaay further.

Beatrice - its problematic as fuck but the art is so pretty. Not licensed. IS fan translates this.

Happy Ending For The Time Limited Villainess/The Villainess' Days Are Numbered - my stupid ass....didn't read this at first because I didn't like the art. But now, its one of my top faves - funny and touching at times. I like it so much. Its on Tapas and fan translated by OMA.

I Became The Wife Of The Male Lead/Author Of My Own Destiny - Abel best Daddy. Tapas just got this and BCK translates.

I Was Here From The Beginning - this is new and its kinda shit but updates are quick. Translated by DBR

Into The Light Once Again - Good art, good story, I know some [idiots] are not thrilled about the ML but fuck yall. This my ride or die. Picked up by tapas [name is the same] and translated by PO2.

Im the stepmother but my daughter is just too cute/Not Sew Wicked Stepmother - This is both funny and a punch to the gut. Great art and a fun read. The fan version is further. Also has a novel on amazon in english - look for the fan name. On Tapas and translated by LS

Justice for the Villainess - great art and good political intrigue. Suffers quite a bit from same face syndrome but has a strong plot so I am willing to overlock it. On Manta, no more fan translations.

The Emperor Reverses Time - I could make a whole side post about this [and I should] and it is worth it - dark, cute, and gorgeous art that doesn't overwhelm the story. Why the fuck this isn't licensed is fucking beyond me. Translated by IS.

Secret Lady - I feel like the art for this is way too strong for this plot but I think its still good either way. Nice little supernatural mystery story with a bit of funny sprinkled in. Was translated by Saving Your Toochies but they disbanded last month. On Tapas - fan and official name is the same.

The Princess Double Life - Don't let the main plot of a con woman transmigrating fool you - shit is DARK. I thought it would be ha ha funny con woman leading an idiot by the nose but no...no.... Art is great tho. Relatively new release. Not licensed, translated by DHC

The Time of the Terminally Ill Extra - yall.....yalll.....read this. Its pretty, its great, it handles abuse SO WELL, and the ML is the bestest of bois. Read this shit. Relatively new, not licensed. Translation by AS.

The Villainess Needs A Tyrant/The Villainess Needs Her Tyrant - I feel like this is a slightly more coherent version of The Villainess Becomes the Leading Lady or like My Fiance is In Love With My Little Sister but slightly less tragic. Great art and I like that she knows her bae is a tyrant but likes that about him lmao. Great art but the hairlines are sus. On Tapas and translated by SS and LS.

The Wolf The Picked Something Up - started as animals and now its humans and cute. one of the few chinese comics I read. The translator is being a bit annoying atm but whatever sis. Good art and nice short stories that are funny and heartwarming. I feel healed by this. Not licensed to my knowledge. Translated by GW

Under The Oak Tree - this is so good. like bitch. Its so good. A little problematic at the start but now....these baes. On Manta, no fan translations.

Recording Hall/Viridescent Crown/The Viridescent Tiara - I like this one quite a bit. Some shy away because the assumed incest [when something like Lady Devil exists which is literally twincest but I digress] but the art is nice and the plot is pretty tight. I think this is the best done 'Author transmigrated into her own work' type story in the genre. Fantranslated by SS and on Tapas officially

What It Means To Be You - yo....yo....if you are sensitive to abuse and suicide....don't read this. Just don't. Save yourself. If you aren't - this is a good read. Winter is an exercise in frustration and why are you so stupid but as a veteran of the yaoi genre, he's no worse than say Eri Yuki in Gravitation or Usagi in Junjou Romantica. This is setting the bar subterranean but at the very least, Winter isn't a rapist [yaoi keeps the bar low and grabs a shovel to start digging. Kids these days know nothing about the predecessors to dokuyuusei and yuri on ice. Everything was rape back then and that was all we had] This is MTL by some shitty group but is on Tapas.

So this isn't a complete list. There are some on hiatus and some I don't have a tachiyomi version of but I will get to those next post

Happy Reading!

#manhwa #manhua #tachiyomi #webtoon #webtoon recommendations #inq still read things

18 notes · View notes

azazelsconfessional · 3 years

Text

((okay, so, to the LoR/LobCorp and violent thread anons(you're mostly the same group, i think):

I'm cool with what we're doing--i'm not mad or anything. I'm gonna try not to drop stuff, too, as slow as I am atm(although you can drop things if you want! And I will drop things or ask them to be redone if there's a problem)--I may need to try and buckle down and focus on doing one or two particular threads with ya'll at a time because it's not as easy to churn out responses when it comes to something I'm not familiar with, even with the wikis and when I can ask for more info. Just kinda how it goes.

But for the time being I'm gonna ask you guys to let me finish a few threads with you before sending in new starts. That is, send asks in response to what's already running, please hold off on sending in new threads for the time being.

The majority of my backlog is your threads because, again, when it comes to something unfamiliar there's no way for me to easily respond in a particularly timely manner--and also because, at one point, I was getting like five a day from ya'll and I don't wanna overrun my blog with something from another fandom that I, again, am neither in nor am I familiar with. So now I have a bunch of things I've started(if I've started them) that I need to finish.

And the violent/fight thread anons, I have like five of those too. And while I said I do violent and fight threads and such, these things stop being enjoyable if they're, like. . .if there are a lot and not going to do anything on my end, y'know? There isn't, like, character growth to be had or a plot to progress on my end of things. A directionless fight is fine now and then, because writing fights is actually very cool, but multiple concurrent threads of them to this degree gets old fast for me. So, at the very least, I wanna finish these before I take more violent threads that're just Fights For The Sake Of Fighting or fights for the sake of a plot that i'm just kind of supporting.

Hopefully this will also help with the speed of responses--again, I'll probably pick one or two and try and zero in on them.

Also, you can like. Label your asks with names/signifiers of who you are so I can keep track, y'know? I can kind of figure it out based on writing style, and there's Star whose name is usually written in their threads, but other times I get confused and everything just blurs together. So if you wanna like give yourself a name or a symbol or something like that that I can use for reference(because lbr they probably know their names by now, since most have been around for a little bit) I would appreciate that, but don't feel forced.

Also, for the sake of knowing what's in my inbox from ya'll/what's coming for you guys, here's a list that's mostly in order of when I got the most recent part of the thread in my inbox lmao

LoR/LobCorp fight thread - Red Shoes VS Missionaries

LoR/LobCorp anon - explaining that abnormalities can't be killed permanently (probably will be one more reply)

LoR/LobCorp anon - more info on Index members (probably will be one more reply)

LoR/LobCorp anon - about Index prescripts (probably will be one more reply; probably lumped with the above ask)

LoR/LobCorp fight(?) Thread - Pacifying Dreaming Current

LoR/LobCorp anon - Martina

LoR/LobCorp fight thread - Oswald, Mr Knife, and Ms Mermaid VS Missionaries

Fight theead - Marksman VS Zabaniyya, Azazel, and the angels (and possibly the others if things go south for them)

LoR/LobCorp anon - worries about whiteknight

LoR/LobCorp fight thread - Tanya and Jacob sparring

LoR/LobCorp anon - Star asking for permission to explore the collision

LoR/LobCorp anon - Helper anon being healed up

LoR/LobCorp anon - Helper anon getting an invite to and going to the library (will be merged with the above ask)

LoR/LobCorp anon - Helper anon apologizing to Gabriel

LoR/LobCorp ask - @agent-basil introduction

LoR/LobCorp anon - bringing Laetitia

. . .that's some 16 asks when I have about 26 in my inbox. So, yeah, I need to clean up a bit. Which, now that I've made a list and a small game plan, feels like it'll be easier than it's been just looking at the number piling, but it'll also help a bit if you guys hold off a little bit until some of these are done/answered lol

One or two I haven't listed may be from ya'll too lmao but these are the ones I'm certain about. IT'S A LOT but I'll try and take care of it soon. I know I'm putting your plots on hold with my own lagging but it's a lot for my brain and I get overwhelmed easily sometimes and just shut down lol.

Anyway, as always, thank you for your patience! I have. . .a lot of work to do here lolsob

#ooc #housekeeping #long post #((OKAY. IT'S DEFINITELY A PROBLEM BUT NOT AS BIG OF A PROBLEM AS I THOUGHT IT'D BE. IT LOOKS DAMN NEAR MANAGEABLE NOW.))#((just gotta. . .actually do it. which is the hard part.))#((i love writing i just am bad at actually getting to the writing part aksbdhdisj))#((a million things caused this pileup and most of them are on me))#((but we'll get through this and everyone will be a happy family or something))#((i wrote this up because i couldn't sleep and i kept opening and closing my inbox helplessly because i wanted to write but xould not lol))#((but it seems almost doable now that i've made a nice orderly list))

16 notes · View notes

hobivore · 3 years

Text

Get to know me 💌

I was tagged by @textsfrombangtan @btsarmy9593 @augustbutwinter @ggukcangetit @xjoonchildx thank you my lovelies 💕

When is your birthday?

If you want to see if our signs are compatible you can just ask for my chart, baby 😘

What is your favorite color?

Red & yellow (on myself: green)

What’s your lucky number?

7 (and no not because of BTS. It’s always been 7)

Do you have any pets?

Not atm but I’m getting a snake soon like the proper Slytherin girl I am (I used to keep them in the past and I miss my babies) 🐍

How tall are you?

I can’t be contained by a physical body

How many pairs of shoes do you own?

People keep track of that?

Favorite song?

Don’t force me to pick just one... but probably something by Deftones

Favorite movie?

I love Pan’s Labyrinth but I can’t watch it too often because it makes me cry

What would be your ideal partner?

Already got mine 💗 taking applications though if your name is Ten, Hoseok or Taehyung. Or Jimin...

Do you want children?

I do not want to think about this question (the answer is no unless mother nature and her hormones suddenly decides to kick my ass at some point in the future, she’s fickle like that)

Have you gotten in trouble with the law?

What makes you think I’d get caught?

What color socks are you wearing?

None but I’m wearing blue house slippers

Bath or shower?

Shower. I hate baths, they’re boring

Favorite type of music?

I’m all over the place. But mostly rock and metal (experimental, alternative, industrial, prog etc.), postpunk, indie, experimental and ambient electronical music (like triphop) and slow jazz. But I also listen to Latin (reggaeton) and obvs kpop and a bit of hiphop on the side. Like I said, I’m all over the place. I love music and if any of you think these genres sound like your jam, come talk about music with me!

How many pillows do you sleep with?

One

Which position do you sleep in?

Usually on my side, sometimes on my back. Can’t do stomach because it feels like my tits are in the way

What don’t you like when you’re sleeping?

Cold feet

What do you have for breakfast?

Oats with almond milk and nuts, dried fruits, fresh fruit + water and coffee or tea

Have you ever tried archery?

Yes and I aced it (it’s fun)

Favorite fruit?

[Hobi voice] STRAWBERRY 🍓

Favorite swear word?

I have a few. None in English though. Fuck is nice but it’s... a little bland, could use some seasoning, 6/10

Do you have any scars?

Who knows

Are you a good liar?

Yes. No. Maybe. One of these is the right answer

What’s your personality type?

Everyone’s type

What’s your favorite type of girl?

Y/N 😘

Left or right handed?

Both but I do most with my right

Favorite food?

I love all the food

Are you clean or messy?

Clean

Favorite foreign food?

I love ALL the food

How long does it take for you to get ready?

I’m always ready

Most used phrase?

In real life? No idea. On here? Probably “rail me through a brick wall” or any other incoherent screaming in the tags

Are you a good singer?

I’m not terrible, but I’m not that good either

Do you sing to yourself?

Obviously. Someone has to do my soundtrack

Biggest fear?

Getting pregnant

Do you like long or short hair?

On others? Depends on the person. On myself? Medium length

Are you into gossip?

I’d like to say no but that’s lowkey a lie... I try not to, though

Extrovert or introvert?

Extrovert, baby

Favorite school subject?

I liked all of them but mostly the languages, history and biology

What makes you nervous?

Heights (oddly enough not when I’m in a plane, I love flying)

Who was your first real crush?

A girl I met when I was 11/12 yrs old and who left a lasting impression (I hope she’s doing well!)

How many piercings do you have?

3 + earlobes

How fast can you run?

Faster than Jungkook. Yes this is a thinly veiled attempt at triggering his competitive side in case he reads this (hit me up, Kookie)

What makes you angry?

O boy let’s not get started

Do you like your own name?

I do

What are your weaknesses?

Vain, loud, strong opinions, a bit too judgemental sometimes, too little patience, I’m a procrastinator, can be lazy at times, attention whore, Jimin levels of needy praise kink, very stubborn, can be a little manipulative, not always finishing things, definitely laughing too hard at my own jokes all the time, a man named Jung Hoseok, tbh all of BTS really who am I trying to fool here I am whipped

What are your strengths?

Naturally good at a lot of things, funny, smart, confident, good at saying no and setting boundaries, good at helping people, good leadership skills, always positive, enthusiastic, good at lightening up the mood because I can’t stay serious for more than 5 minutes and that’s pushing it, good at getting what I want with minimum effort, zero jealousy in this house

What is the color of your bedspread?

Dark blue and gold

Color of your room?

White and something between sea and mint green

I have no clue who’s already done this so apologies if you’ve been tagged before! Tagging @hobi-gif @flowerseokjin @smasmashin @kithtaehyung @feistychim @dulce-pjm @ressjeon @kingsuckjin @taegularities @sopeverse @jinfizz @sahmfanficbts @wwilloww @triviafics

#tag games

21 notes · View notes

smallpotatoknitwear · 3 years

Text

WIP blanket update 6/05/21*

*The information in this post is outdated because I typed the whole thing up, saved it to my drafts to add links… and promptly forgot to do so 😅 I’ve actually finished the ten-stitch by now, and done work on a few others as well, including my Granny Square Quilt!

Hey, y’all! It’s been about two and a half months since I did a blanket update, but I’ve been doing a lot of work on some of them lately, trying to get as much done on the ten-stitch and granny stripe specifically before I go back to work in a week! My goal is to finish the ten-stitch before the 13th of June, but… we’ll see 😅 The reason I’ve been focusing so much on those two blankets specifically is because they’re not so transportable, so, while I am able to bring projects to work with me and work on them during breaks and downtime, I can’t exactly transport an entire, massive “worked in one piece” blanket like the ten-stitch or granny stripe with me. But smaller quilt-style or pieced afghans are a lot easier to transport, because I can throw a few balls/skeins/etc of yarn into my bag for the day and make a few pieces if I have time! Thankfully, 3/5 of the blankets on my to-make list ATM are pieced blankets—you can check out my “coming soon” blanket post to see what some of those are, but two of them are also introduced in this post!

Not pictured: Granny Square Quilt, because it’s still currently on pause, although I plan to start working on it again once I go back to work; Mitered Granny and Tilt-a-Whirl because I’ve finished them both! Stay tuned for individual posts about those two FOs!

Ten-Stitch (Knit)

As of these photos, I was about halfway through this blanket—I was around halfway through cake four, and I’m planning to use eight cakes total and then use the ninth to just finish up whatever edge I run out of the eighth cake on so that I don’t have a weird chunk missing out of it! Since I took these photos about a week ago (I’ve really been procrastinating on writing this post oops—) I’ve finished the fourth cake and have only a little left of the fifth cake! So, even if I don’t finish the blanket by 6/13 like I’d like to, I should be close and can hopefully get it done before work gets crazy again. As you can see, though, my little furry lady seems to like this blanket already! She used to sleep on it a lot before I had to move all my work back up into my room when my brother moved back into the basement, so I’m sure she’s looking forward to being able to sleep on it again when it’s finished!

Floral Beauty Throw

The last time I talked about this blanket, it was in my “coming soon” post. I decided to make a few test squares before starting the blanket itself, because I wasn’t sure if I wanted to use a US H or I size hook, so I made two squares with each size. The two on the left are with the H hook, and the two on the right are with the I hook. As you can see, there isn’t really much difference between them 😂 I plan to block them (the yarn has a wool content, so I’m going to have to soak rather than steam block, which makes me a little sad because steam blocking is so much easier) to make sure, but at this point I’m planning to use the I hook, and, if I can block all four to be close enough in size, I’ll probably just include the two H hook squares in the final afghan.

On the bright side, I won’t have tons of ends to weave in for this blanket, since the yarn is self-striping!

Total pieces: 4/30 (although I may do more squares depending on how my yarn gets used)

Granny Stripe Blanket

It may not look like it, but I’ve actually done a ton of work on this blanket recently! In my last WIP post, I had about 38 rows done—as of these photos, I have about 60 done! It’s officially gotten too long to double over for photos, and the width of it makes it really difficult to take top-down photos, so it’s hard to get good pictures of, but I really love how it’s turning out so far! I also love how the color pooling has been sort of bouncing from side to side the further I go! I can’t wait to see how it turns out!

Scrap Granny Triangle Quilt

I wasn’t planning on starting this blanket just yet—it’s going to be a good one for taking back to work—but I hit a point recently where I didn’t want to work on any of my WIPs so I decided to start this instead 😅 I’m really happy with how it’s going so far! I’m using scrap and leftover yarn for the triangles, and plan to do some mixing of textures in it. You can already see a bit of that here, as I’ve used some bits of fuzzy yarn, as well as some Caron Simply Soft scraps that have different textures than the worsted yarns I’ll be using for the majority of the blanket. I already know that I’ll have to pick up a few skeins to supplement my scraps, so I think I’m going to look for more of the turquoise/grey/white variegated yarn from those two triangles at the top left, as well as some different shades of purple and blue, keeping the red for more accent triangles rather than making it a main color of the blanket. There are a few things kind of bumming me out about this blanket, though—namely that I’m going to need a lot more triangles than I realized to make the blanket as big as I’d like to… and that it looks like I’m going to have to block every. single. triangle…

I’ve also tweaked the pattern slightly (check my coming soon post to see the photo pattern I’m using for reference) because I wasn’t able to neatly work the corners the way the pattern indicated they should be work, so you can see where my rows are joined in the middle of the triangle sides. I don’t mind this too much, though, and I think once the ends are woven in, and the whole thing is pieced together, they’ll be much less noticeable. Hopefully.

Total pieces: 15/225 (approx)

27 notes · View notes

silverisbestboy · 4 years

Text

Sonic Boom x Reader

Requested by @blackace1993: Conversation was accidentally deleted but from what I remeber of it, they wanted hc for the Sonic Boom characters who has a partner who frequently gets into trouble and/or captured by Eggman. They didn't specify which character they wanted so I just did all of them minus Tails. Hope you enjoy!

Sonic:

There's no denying it

Sonic was smitten

The moment you set foot on the island Sonic was taken aback by you

To him, you were drop dead gorgeous with a great personality so I guess you could say it was love at first sight for him

This boy is a fool for you

It's actually quite funny watching him zip across the island at the slightest remark that you need something

"Man, you what? I'm feeling kind of hungry"

"Say no more!" He'll say as he zooms away and reappears seconds later with a chili dog in hand

"Uhhhh"

But, unfortunately for you, being in any sort of relationship with Sonic is not wothout complication

Eggman sees you as a new oppurtunity to best Sonic and ends up taking you hostage on a regular basis

The first time it happens, Sonic all but destroys Eggman's fortress looking for you

But after it continuously happening, it starts getting kinda old

"Greeting Sonic! I see you've come to rescue your little girlfriend"

"Yeah, yeah. Can we just we just get to the part where I clobber you?"

It gets to the point where Sonic starts teaching you how to defend yourself so you can hold your own against Eggman

Not that he doesn't mind rescuing, it's just he can't always be there to protect

With the amount of times they've had to save you, the team are already very familiar with you and consider you apart of their friend group

But as you get better is self-defence, Sonic officially announces you as part of the team and you start joining them on missions

While Sonic does tend to stick to your side more than his other teammates during battle, he's glad to have you fighting alongside them

After all, he's happy to spend as much time with you as possible, even if that means having to bash Eggman's robots to do so

Knuckles:

You're not a bad person

So what if you have anger issues

So what if you get into fights from time to time

So what if you've been in trouble with the cops before

Doesn't mean you're a bad person, it just means you've.... got some issues

One day you're not in the best mood and have already had a pretty shitty day, and you're just a ticking time bomb waiting to explode

So it's no wonder that when a big guy bumps into you and causes you to drop the tray of food you're holding, you go off on him

Unfortunately for you, this guy is huge, a tall red echidna with bulking arms that looks like he could punch you into next week

But you're not one to back down from a fight, you've beaten up guys twice your size before and you're not afraid to do it again

"Woah, hey, sorry about that, didn't see you there."

What, is he dense?! Who does this guy think he is barrelling into anyone he pleases just because he's big? You bet he was just gonna walk off without even helping you. Well, you'd show him!

Without warning, you lunged at the echidna with the intent of knocking him over the same way he almost did to you

But you underestimated his initial strength and reflexes and he caught you midair with your legs kicking and your hands clawing for his face

"Woah, dude chill! I said I was sorry!"

He just kinda holds you up in air at arms length with you kicking and screaming until you eventually tire yourself out

The echidna stares at you cautiously

"Are you good now?"

After a moment, you reluctantly nod, and he gently sets you back on your feet

He then carefully leans down without takong his eyes off you and grabs your burger which is still wrapped in foil and reaches it out to you

"How about we start over? I'm Knuckles."

You thought after that encounter, that was the last you'd see of him

But one day, you've gotten yourself into another fight, and to say you're losing would be an understatement

It's once again, a guy twice your size and he's absolutely beating the crap out of you

But by some miracle, Knuckles happens to be walking by and immediately notices you

He steps in to save you, and the guy you're fighting knows about Knuckles being part of Sonic's team and doesn't even bother attempting to fight him

Knuckles takes your half conscious body to Tails's work shop where they fix you up

After that, Knuckles refuses to leave you alone

Even if you try to leave, he always ends finding you to make sure you don't get into more trouble

He helps you find outlets for your anger by sparring and working out with him

You grow a soft spot for Knuckles that you'd never thought you'd have for anyone

He's your big goofball that somehow always manages to calm you down and get you out of whatever trouble your in

Though it's beyond you why anyone would want to put up with you, eespecially a lovable ray of sunshine like Knuckles, you're so grateful that you have someone like himin your life to keep you in check

A/N: Might make more hcs for that because I absolutely love the idea of big, strong goofball Knuckles having a little ball of pure rage as a partner.

Amy Rose:

Some would say you're a pacifist

Some would say you care too much

Some would say you're too nice

But you like to think that you're just trying to do good in the world

You're definitely the type of person that hates conflict and wants everyone to get along, and you're more often than not a bit of a pushover

You like to give people benefit of the doubt and prefer to see the good in people, although sometimes, this affects you negatively

A kindly looking (or at least in your opinion) wolf with a showman's top hat and a certain glint his eyes one day stops you in your tracks and asks you ever so politely if you would kindly lend him some money to help feed his family

Of course, you're quick to help, but little do you know that this is none other than T.W. Barker himself, and he's been watching you carefully for some time

He notices the way you jump at the oppurtunity to help someone in need, and he being a con man at heart, decides to take advantage of that

But before you can lend the man all the money you have in your pocket, a certain pink hedgehog decides to interfere

"Hey, you leave her alone Barker! Go find your own ATM machine!"

Amy Rose herself stands not far behind you, hammer in hand and ready for trouble

"N-now, now, let's not be too hasty. I was simply accepting a generous donation from this unsuspecting-- I mean self-less young lady."

"Yeah right. Beat it before I hammer you into next Tuesday, punk!"

You're in utter shock as the seeming wolf in sheep's clothing (pun intended) makes his escape

"Gotta look out for scumbags. Seems this village is getting more and more of them everyday. Anyways, I'm Amy, what's your name?"

Since then, Amy keeps a close eye on you to make sure you don't become prey to anymore scam artists

Now Amy will never admit she has anger issues, but she does get... irritated from time to time

On more than one occasion, you're there to help her calm down and have a sleepover planned or a spa day for when things get particularly rough for her

Whenever she needs help choosing which paint to redo her wall with, or which dress she should wear to a party, she calls you up, because no matter what you're interests are or how inconvenient the timing might seem, you're ready to help a friend, even with mundane things

Amy has you become a part of the Sonic family, and while you never do join them in battles, you help keep the peace between the team whenever there's an argument

And Amy always makes sure your overly caring attitude isn't being taken advantage of

No matter the time or the place, Amy knows she can always count on you, and you know she's always got your back

Sticks:

Well this is quite the predicament you've gotten yourself into

A lot of people would descibe you as clumsy, but you knew you just bad luck

And to prove just that, here you were dangling upside from a rope trap after deciding to take a liesure stroll through the forest

What are we, nomads? Who sets out traps in the middle of the woods anymore?!

After about 20 minutes, the blood is rushing to your head and you're starting to feel faint

But just as you think that your bad luck will finally be the end of you, figure bursts from the bushes with a fierce battle cry

It's a badger girl with a boomerang clutched in her paw, ready for a fight

But after a moment she realizes just who's gotten caught up in her trap

"Hey, what's the big idea?! Why're you in my snare?"

"Why am I in your snare? Why did you put out a snare you loon?!"

After about 5 minutes of arguing, Sticks reluctantly cuts you down, begrudgingly explaining that she set out a trap for any woodland monsters

You run into her again on another walk, crossing a small stream before tripping on one of the stepping stones and almost falling in before a furry arm wraps around your waist

"You outta be more careful out here. The wilderness is no place to be a klutz."

"Hey, I'm not a klutz. I just have bad luck is all."

And what more to gain the attention of a superstitious badger than the possibility of supernatural forces at play

"You could've been hexed by a witch. Or worse, there could be a vengeful spirit after you! We gotta get you an exorcist!"

"I'm fine, I'm just unlucky. Always have been always will be."

"We should still burn some sage in your home just to be sure."

You let Sticks do what she wants with you, after all, her superstitious perspective is a nice change from everyone just thinking your clumsy

You think her attempts to "cleanse" you are endearing, she tries something new everyday, and you end up learning a thing or two about survival and the corruptedness of politics from her

Weeks later, her attempts slowly dwindle down, and she just comes to accept she's just gonna have to keep an extra close eye on you, especially when she sets out booby traps

The time y'all have spent together, although it was somewhat motivated by Sticks not wanting to get whatever curse you exposed her to, lead to y'all having a close bond

Everyone has their quirks, she's paranoid and you're clumsy, but you two always manage to work things out

And that's the beauty of a relationship

A/N: Sorry I haven't been that active lately, so take this as an apology. Four hcs for the price of one!

#sonic headcanons #sonic the hedgehog x reader #sonic x reader #sonic boom #amy rose x reader #sticks the badger x reader #knuckles the echidna x reader

563 notes · View notes

shittylongcatposts · 3 years

Text

A/N: hey guys, i'm sorry that i'm kind of inactive this week... I just don't have the time and the right mood atm especially after this evening. Anyways! I needed to rant about something a little bit and ended up writing more than planned. Mostly because i just want some jumin cuddles.

Ehm ... I'll also hide it under the cut, there are some swear words, and it's... It gets a little bit sad.

For Jumin's three week vacation you both decided to visit your family. You missed them all so dearly that seeing them, after everything that happened in the last months, made you cry rivers. When you first made plans, Jumin told you to book a hotel for the both of you, but when your mother heard that you wanted to spend your vacation in your hometown, she invited you to stay at her home. The guest room she prepared looked lovely and when Jumim opened the door to it for the first time he gasped. It looked like a hotel room, the duvet lay perfectly on the bed, the towels ontop were folded like birds or swans (your mother showed you how to do this once but you always forget how to actually do it).

A few days later, you nearly introduced Jumin to the whole family. He got to know your mother, your grandparents and some of your aunts and uncles and last but not least your father.

He came by your grandparent's home when you all sat on the patio enjoying a cup of the same old Cappuccino that you drank when you visited them after school. The one that your grandmother used to serve exactly at 3pm and always three cups of it, one for you, one for your "Öpimöpi" (grandpops) and one cup for her.

Now, after many years, there was another cup placed in front of Jumin's place, who quietly looked around, enjoying the view into the garden, listening to the silence of the town you once called your home. The birds sang and he could hear cars driving down the main road in the distance. The pigeons on the roof sang their song. It was beautiful! And then he heard steps.

It was your father and your younger brother. Before you could even jump to greet them both of them pulled you into a tight hug, and while you hugged your father, Jumin noticed that tears began to build up in your beautiful pair of eyes. But with a quick dry swallow they were gone again. As if nothing ever happened you started chirping again, playfully joking with your little brother. Dancing around and chasing each other through the garden, oh how lovely you two looked.

But throughout the whole evening the young man noticed that neither you nor your father exchanged a lot of words, only here and there a few sentences, a quick walk through the gardens, but you didn't tell him that much. Only about a few things that happened around here and some small exciting news in his life. (He offered his help a pregnant woman to renovate her house)

Your little brother however talked a lot with him, and with you. That little boy seemed to be quite charmed by the stories his sister shared with him and how you met Jumin.

When you finally slipped under the blanket that night Jumin tried asking you about the situation. However you kissed him good night, trying to please him with a "it's fine, I promise, Jumin. Let's go to bed, ok?". And with that you turned around, pretending to be asleep. Jumin knew it wasn't fine, but he also didn't want to pressure you, so he pulled you closer and tried not to worry too much about it. Only seconds after Jumin fell asleep, tears streamed down your face, you couldn't hold them back anymore.

Another few days later you decided to visit your old gymnastics training, it felt good to see all the familiar faces again. That one little granny you liked a lot, the other one who always forgot your name and especially your trainer. She hadn't changed a bit, and still enjoyed torturing the attendees of this course. When the torture ended you jumped into the car your mom lent you with wobbly knees. You started the car, turned onto the street and drove the way you so often drove down when you still lived here.

Down the long street, onto the main road and past the only ice cream parlor of this small town. You drove further and suddenly you saw two persons out of the corner of your eyes. They walked down the road and one of them looked pretty familiar. It was your father. Next to him stood the young woman with the baby resting in a kind of baby towel. They both ate ice cream and even though you only saw them for a mere second, you felt a sting in your heart. The last thing you saw in the corner of your rear view mirror was your dad, laughing, probably joking around with her. He made that weird step to the right, that thing he always did when he had to laugh while he was walking.

It hurt so bad to see him like this. Because you wished you were the one he just told his crappy joke. You felt your heart breaking into pieces, and wanted to cry so badly, but you could only sob, trying to concentrate on the road.

The minute you opened the door and slipped into your shared bedroom you collapsed on the bed. Jumin, who just watched you come in, quickly put his book aside.

"Darling what happened?" He asked, one hand rubbing over the small of your back, the other trying to put some of the loose strands behind your ear.

"I'm a failure, Jumin, that's what happened. I just… I can't hold it back anymore." you whined, and for the first time Jumin watched you crying, not because of anger or joy, no, because your heart was broken. He didn't know what to do or say, wishing he could tell you that you were the love of his life and not a failure to him, that he loved you no matter what happened. But he couldn't speak, a big lump in his throat silenced him, and stole his voice. Instead he continued to stroke your back, always reassuring you that he was still there. When your sobbing got worse he pulled you into a hug, softly placing kisses on the crown of your hair.

"Mc, i don't know what happened" he whispered, finally finding his voice again "But you are not in the slightest a failure. You are the most precious human being on this earth…"

"Shut up Jumin, I know I am, I fucked up. Look at my father, he can't even spend time with me, but with everybody else. That was the case and it always will be like that. Why doesn't he want to eat a fucking ice cream with me! I just want to be able to talk to him for god's sake."

"Shh… Mc, you're upset I get that, but I'm sure that's not how it is." He tried to calm you. Pulling on his pajama shirt, your eyes red from crying, you looked up at your boyfriend, letting him see how broken you were.

"Jumin, it's always been like that, since I was six, my dad and I lost each other and never found each other again. I love him with all my heart but it hurts so much sometimes."

The young man pulled you tighter to him, cupping your cheeks with both of his smooth hands. His thumbs rubbing away the tears that still streamed down your face.

"It's going to be ok, my princess, I promise." He kissed you again, this time his soft lips brushed the tip of your nose.

"Maybe we should talk to him tomorrow? I can come with you if you want to - I'm sure it's just a misunderstanding, darling."

You didn't want to, but you knew Jumin was right. You should talk with him. Tell him how you feel, how much you 'suffered' all these years. Rubbing the last few tears away you nodded. Jumin's fingers brushed over your shoulder wandering further down to squeeze your hand. "Thank you Jumin. And I'm sorry I got so… emotional."

"You know that you can tell me everything, my dear. I want to help you in any way possible and I really wish to stand right beside you at all times." He smiled softly. With a sigh you leaned into his chest, listening to his heartbeat always calmed you down. His breath evened out and while you both enjoyed each other's presence the steady sound of his breath and his beating heart let you finally fall asleep.

#mysme #mystic messenger #jumin han #shitty longcat

15 notes · View notes

pinkykitten · 4 years

Text

truth or dare

- @someoneovertherainboww heey i dont know if u tak requests but i loved ur writing and i was wondering if u could make prompts 20 and/or 25 for zuko pls prompt(s): “i’m not playing truth or dare.” “why don’t you take a picture? it’ll last longer.”

pairing: zuko x female! reader words: 2,210 genre: modern au, high school au, cafe au, fluff, comedy, requested

a/n: tysm!!! yes requests are opened atm! omg while writing this i thought of that thing that dante said at like a con or something where he was ordering at starbucks and the lady was like omg ur zuko!!!😂 art in title isnt mine! hope yall enjoy this ball of cheesiness that cures my acne and enjoy the love that i have for zuko to make me become a disaster for him （＾コ＾）V

Your back ached from the way you hovered over your laptop and sat at your desk. Your mind was focused on learning and getting good grades it didn’t mind the pain. Your eyes burned from the strenuous gaze at your blue screen. Your hands felt as if you churned butter and not to mention the mean girls were extra rude today at school. High school was tough and you needed the rest of the day to be filled with relaxation and peace before you hit the books tomorrow.

“Where are you going?” Your best friend Sokka asked through the phone.

You hopped off the bus with all your items almost spilling out of your bag. “I’m going to Fire Tea Shop. I read the reviews online and people say its pretty good.”

“No, c’mon Y/N you had your chance. You mean its pretty lit!!!!” Sokka sounded too much like a kid that had eaten edibles.

“I’m hanging up,” you said deadpanned. “I don’t even know how I’ve kept up this friendship this long. I’m so proud of myself.”

“Its because you love me.” Sokka sang.

“It might be because I think you need my help. If I wasn’t with you and had your back like where do you think you would be? Probably eating crap off a cave right now and starving.” You walked up and inside the cafe was so cozy. It had an earthy yet red contrast feel to the place. It sure matched with the name Fire. It had some vintage Chinese architect to it. It was stunning and really caught your eye. And it was peaceful. “Do you want anything babes?” You asked as you looked at the menu. “They have cactus juice.”

“No!” Sokka shouted on the phone. “I tried that, I couldn’t get out of the bathroom the whole day! Plus I thought I saw like mushrooms of some sort.”

You snickered, “baby, I think you’ve been eating too many mushrooms!”

“I’m good. You enjoy it there.”

You said your goodbyes and hanged up the phone. As you did an old man came up with a long beard to say his welcoming.

“Hello there, young lady. Might I interest you in trying our newest tea? White Jade tea. It’s very delicious.” He smiled wide.

You read his name tag. He was such an adorable old man. “Hmmm, Iroh? Actually since this is my first time I want to try your most popular tea. How about-”

“So White Jade?” Iroh was about to punch in your order when you heard a shriek and what seemed to be a pot dropping on the floor. “One moment please. That is probably my angsty, incapable nephew that made a mess. Please look to see what you would like.” Iroh made a hasty get away.

Out came a teen your age as he rubbed the back of his head. He was so handsome looking. His hair was disheveled and he wore a red apron. His attitude really attracted you. “Good thing I made a distraction, that White Jade tea is not a hit. I’m not that good at making tea also. That’s more my uncle’s job.” His voice was low and had an edge to it. It was so handsome.

“Oh he’s your uncle. That’s sweet!” You grabbed your wallet out. “I would like a Jasmine tea please.”

“Good choice. My uncle loves that tea. That will be $4.25.”

You grabbed your money and went to give it to him when you saw the huge scar. It was red and didn’t scare you but you couldn’t look away. The thoughts that went through your mind was how in deep pain this person must of been in to endure and cope through that painful wound.

“Why don’t you take a picture? It’ll last longer.”

You wanted to hit yourself. You were taught to have manners and here you were staring at this young man. He probably felt self conscious and insecure and you made him feel worse. “Oh my God I am so sorry. I wasn’t meaning it like that. I’m just sorry that you had to go through that.” You read his name tag. “Zuko. Its a beautiful name.”

Zuko’s nose flared up, “yeah, thanks.” He grabbed forcefully at the money and you sat and awaited your order.

You dug your head in your arms. ‘Why are you like this Y/N? Why did you stare?’

“Here is your tea miss,” Iroh instead brought the tea out. “My nephew felt he didn’t want to scare you away.”

You bit your lip, “I am so sorry. Please forgive me, I didn’t mean to make him feel uncomfortable. It was so insensitive for me to do that. Please can we start over.” You felt so bad and guilty.

Iroh thought about it then pointed to the tea. “I make the tea myself. Taste it and I’ll think about your offer.”

You sipped the warm tea and no lie it was amazing. He definitely knew what he was doing. You weren’t thinking it was fantastic because you wanted to make amends with these folks but it was actually the truth.

“Honestly?”

Iroh nodded.

“This is really good and totally what I needed today. Thank you for this and please take this tip.” You gave Iroh the money. “Its a way to say I’m sorry.”

Iroh saw the money and smiled wide, “I can think we can find it in our hearts to forgive you.”

You finished your tea and went to the order counter and rang the bell. Zuko came out thinking you left.

“Yes?”

“I was thinking. Do you maybe want to go to the park tomorrow and catch some lunch? Its A way for me to apologize for my behavior today.”

Zuko looked around sheepishly, “I don’t know.”

“Please,” you pouted your lips.

Zuko agreed and the date was set.

After school the next day you went straight to the cafe.

You were going to be honest in saying Zuko was really cute. You were nervous and thinking about him the whole day non stop. You even dressed up for the occasion which rarely happens! Even Sokka knew and wouldn’t stop teasing you the whole day. He should of been your hype man but he made you feel like a little girl with a crush!

“You ready Zuko?”

“Yeah just give me a sec.” Zuko went in the back and came back with a changed look. He wore instead a red bomber jacket. Could he be anymore boyfriend material?

“Love the jacket.” You poked him on his side and he blushed awkwardly.

The way to the park was more silent and you were considering if this was a bad idea.

“So do you go to school or are you home schooled?’ You tried to break the ice.

“Actually, I go to the school not to far from here.” Zuko pointed in the direction your school was at.

“Wait! I think we go to the same school! Yeah, I’ve seen you before!”

“I’m not that hard to miss.” Zuko, in a way, brought up his scar.

“No I would remember you from being so handsome.” You smirked. Zuko almost choked. “That school sucks though. Its the same everyday. Work my butt off and then get kicked around like dirt by the schools mean girls. I feel like my life is a movie sometimes.”

“Yeah I get made fun of too.”

“I’m sorry.” You touched his arm.

“My dad did this to me,” he pointed to his scar. “Didn’t like me as a son and loved my sister more, I guess.”

“It’s a touchy subject. I didn’t realize it, I’m sorry.”

Zuko chuckled which was something new to you and almost shocking, “you can stop saying sorry. I already forgive you. Its not a big deal. I like you though, I think you’re cool.”

“Thanks.”

“And those people that make fun of you, they're crazy. They're probably jealous of you because you're so beautiful.”

You almost died right there! You were like already ready to get married to this man it felt like. Would it be wrong to ask if he was single? You prayed and hoped he was.

You two sat at the bench. It was such a peaceful, sunny day. You crossed your legs and faced him. “So Zuko, lets play truth or dare!”

“I’m not playing truth or dare.”

“Alright I choose dare to get it started.”

Zuko rolled his eyes. He knew you weren’t going to do this. “I dare you to ask that old lady over there if she knows any place that sells laxatives.” You shot up and Zuko immediately regretted it. “Y/N I was just kidding. Let me do another one.”

“A dares a dare my man.” You fist bumped your chest like the warrior you were. You went up to the old lady like a lost kid.

Zuko couldn’t help but laugh hard and try to shy away from the world.

You ran back and fist bumped the air with a skip. “In your face fire prince!” You nicknamed him. “She said around the block they got a drug store. Boom! Now your turn.”

“Okay, truth.”

“Boriiiiiiiing! Oh my God! Fine! What’s the most embarrassing thing you’ve ever done?”

He groaned, “really? We’re going there? I said a joke, okay, that my uncle said and it came out terrible the punchline left the building and nobody laughed. It was [pretty brutal.”

“I would of loved to see that,” you said in awe. “That’s full on cringe right there sweetie.”

“Okay, you now.”

“Truth.”

“Sissy much?” Zuko raised his brow.

“Hypocrite! I’m just following your footsteps.”

“Okay, feisty. Have you ever kissed anybody?”

“Totally!” You struggled on that one. It was such LIES!

“You stumbled on that one. I can tell you’re lying.”

“Yes, fine I am. I’ve never kissed anybody in my life okay. Only my pillow. I’ve practiced on that and lets just say its been through a lot.”

“Wow,” Zuko tried to stifle his chuckles, “you’re unbelievable.”

“And what about you? Have you ever kissed anybody?”

“It’s not my turn.”

“Truth or dare?” You were starting to see a different side of Zuko that you really liked. He was fun and made you smile.

“Truth.”

“Have you ever kissed your girlfriend?” You wanted to see if he was single.

“I’ve kissed before but I don’t have a girlfriend.”

You legit wanted to party and cry because this could actually happen. “Who’d you kiss?”

“A customer.”

“Oooh, you have to spill the tea on that later. I choose dare!”

“I dare you to try your first kiss with me.” Zuko raised his brow.

Oh my Lord was he serious? You were sweating profusely and at an alarming rate. “Are you for real?”

Zuko nodded his head, “it is a dare. And you wanted to start this. I told you not to.”

“I’ve never kissed anyone! How do I do it?”

“Just look at me and try it out and I’ll critique it.”

“I’m kinda hating you right now.” You glared at Zuko. “Only 3 seconds okay.”

Zuko surrendered to that and you closened up on him. He smelled of tea leaves that were light and airy and a burning flame of musk. He was really growing on you. You came closer and closer until your lips met. You wanted to keep still but Zuko moved his lips so you followed. You felt the whole shebang. Fireworks, butterflies, everything. You clutched onto his bomber jacket. They seemed so strong and vigorous the kisses but they were tiny pecks to start you off. Your lips moved in sync with his because you got the memo and started getting used to it. You looked down at your watch as saw that it passed the three seconds. Separating from him you wiped your lips, breathless for a puny kiss. It seemed like such a milestone for you and something so big but in reality some kids kiss their posters longer than what you did.

“How was that?” Zuko looked away blushing.

“Very invigorating and exciting.” You were speechless. You were such a daredevil is what you thought to kiss this complete handsome stranger. It was like a dream though. You stood on the bench and screamed out the park, “I just had my first kiss everyone!!!”

Zuko pulled you down, “oh my God it wasn’t that amazing. Chill out. I choose truth.”

You evilly smiled, “do you think I’m attractive?”

Zuko’s blush was even redder this time. “Yeah, you’re cute. My type.”

You wiggled your brows, “you’re type? You think I’m cute? He’s think I’m cute! I have finally a guy! Who thinks I’m cute! I have a chance! At not being alone! And being a crazy cat lady!” You sang as you shook your body. “Okay last one, I choose dare again. Yolo. Living on the edge.”

“I dare you to go on another date with me,” Zuko asked as he played with his fingers.

It was silent and you were surprised on one factor. ‘This was a date?’ You grabbed his hands and smiled at him, “I’d love to go on another date with you! And you said you didn’t want to play truth or dare.”

a/n: IROH IS SUCH A MOOD OMG 😂 and zuko is so sly and cheesy sdkgjfdskgfkgjfdgk omg. i loved this wayyyyy to much as u can tell and like made this like a chapter book bc im extra like that! would u kiss a stranger if he was zuko? i prob would bc im a thirsty nerd fam 🥵

Tag list: @carat-bebe, @angelgl16, @perfectlybeautifulsuit, @hyehoney, @haven-prelude (wont let me tag), @leasly, @totally-alexa21, @creamy-pasta-boi, @multireese, @fanfictionrecommendations-com, @prentisskelley, @malereaderforkpop (wont let me tag), @guardian-of-cookies, @justafangirl-97, @teenageshitposts (wont let me tag), @dippergravity (wont let me tag), @some-booty, @fromfoolishpeopletodeadpeople, @collectiveyou, @wtfisalltherandoms, @dirbel, @eastcoasthaven, @fangirl-4-life415 (wont let me tag), @melonreblogsstories, @fandomchick80,

wanna be tagged in my crap? comment!

Please Reblog, like or comment! It means a lot to me and I truly appreciate it:)

#atla x reader #atla #atla imagines #atla fanfiction #atla modern au #zuko x reader #avatar the last airbender #avatar the last airbender x reader #atla scenarios #avatar the last airbender modern au #atla x you #atla x y/n #avatar the last airbender imagines #avatar the last airbender fanfiction #au #truth or dare

176 notes · View notes