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aroaceconfessions · 9 months
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Y’know, looking back on it with what I know now, I think that the reason that I, at the age of 4-5, kept confessing my love to a few girls over and over again saying “I love you!” And “Just wanna remind you I love you!” To the point where their reaction was just to dramatically sigh and say “we know” or something along those lines, I think that I did that because I thought I was in love with them, when I really just wanted to be friends with them. Because I hadn’t really been taught I could interact with girls in anyway except romantically, so that’s what this feeling must be. I didn’t really have many female friends growing up because of that I think. But I also didn’t have any crushes. I dunno, being aroace still feels weird sometimes.
Submitted July 11, 2023
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greggcasazza · 1 year
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So make the friendship bracelets// Take the moment and taste it
Really inspired by this line in Taylor Swift's new song You're On Your Own Kid. Decided to write my own take on it.
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haruosaki · 2 years
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deadass some of my favorite people to talk to are janitors and cashiers cause you can be like how are you today and they won't look at you like "ew why are you breathing so much of my air" and instead they just talk to you like another person and like.
ive made some hella friends man they so real
no because they deserve so much better, I'll probably go on more rants later but like fuck the only reason any boss or ceo or literally anyone can go literally anywhere without catching disease and being disgusted is BECAUSE OF JANITORS AND WASTE DISPOSAL PEOPLE
and they get paid SO MUCH LESS to do the job that NOBODY wants to do.
"oooh im too dignified to clean the shit" SHAT APPPPPP
I cannot begin to talk about how much retail workers and people like that should get compensated, like that repetitive toil every day is just not good for your body, and those medical bills will start piling up real damn fast. and with what Money will they pay the corrupt medical system? their vacation money??? omfg
no I swear nobody gets paid enough. ok some people, but not a lot
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There Never Was A Test
Read the short story "There Never Was A Test" at: https://www.booksie.com/717139-there-never-was-a-test
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kitsunetrade · 8 months
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How should I feel when I've wronged someone important to me. Is it okay for me to feel extremely shitty or rotten to the core. Am I again making it about myself and putting myself on a pedestal? I don't know, I don't understand. It's miserable. I know I'm in the wrong. I know I messed up things. But does that mean I can't be happy? Does that imply I should not try the moments that make me happy because i hurt another person. I do feel very selfish saying this. Honestly it'd be great if someone could help me.
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olsenmyolsen · 27 days
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Ups and Downs The Final Part
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Slight MCU AU (Female Reader X Natasha Romanoff)
Be sure to read part one! . And Part Two!
Summary: You finally take Natasha on a date!
Word Count: 4.6K
TW: None, Pure Fluff with some mentions of Yelena. <3
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You stood in front of Natasha's door with a bouquet of roses in your hands.
It was officially the first Friday since being discharged from the Avengers medical wing, and you wanted to be Natasha's woman in shining armor.
Even though she literally saved your life after being shot when mercenaries busted their way into her safe house apartment, so there was no way you'd ever outshine The Black Widow- ya know what, that doesn't matter!
Here you stood in front of Natasha's door! At Avengers Campus! Feet firmly planted! Flowy red sundress flowing! A fist raised to the door, and just as it was about to make contact, it flung open.
Your right hand flew through the open air before falling by your side. "Huh?" Your eyes went from your hand to the woman who opened the door.
Natasha smirked with painted red lips as her green eyes looked you up and down. The bruising was no longer visible on your exposed skin, but that's not why Natasha was looking at the way your sundress stopped just 4 inches above the knee.
You watched the way her green eyes lifted to you. Making eye contact before they lowered back down. "Are these for me?" Natasha stepped forward and grabbed the bouquet of flowers from your hand. The contact your fingertips made was electric for you both.
Your brain immediately flat-lined.
"I-uh- yeah!" You let Natasha take the bouquet as she smiled at how you fumbled with your words. "I figured we've already lived through a couple of cliches, so what's one more?!" You moved back and forth on your feet as Natasha examined the flowers. "I hope you like them." Natasha looked at you. "Captain- Steve- uh, mentioned how you like Roses." Natasha looked down at her hands, and a quizzical look turned into a smile that broke into laughter.
You smiled and laughed, too, but you weren't sure why. But if Natasha was smiling because of something you did, you'd count that as a win.
"These are Carnations." Natasha finally said.
"What is that now?" You asked as you took a step forward into Natasha's space. Tip-toeing around the flirty line, you two have been playing since waking up here.
"These aren't Roses. They're Carnations. They look very similar." You took a closer look, but flowers looked like flowers, so you just nodded and took the Up (Going on a date with Natasha) with the Down (Getting her the wrong type of flowers).
"Don't worry," Natasha said as she bumped your shoulder and smiled. "I love them." You smiled and rolled your eyes. "Who said I was worried, Natasha?" The redhead threw an eyebrow and looked at you as she closed her bedroom door. "Hmm." She hummed. "Tell that to the corners of your mouth." Natasha then mocked you as she made a pouty face before laughing as you tried to look away. But you wore a big smile.
"Come on," Natasha said with glee as her hand wrapped around yours. Not letting go until the two of you reached the kitchen.
"I'll put these in a vase, and then we'll go." You nodded to her words and watched the way Natasha filled out her black jeans as she walked away with an extra oomph on her step.
This date was something the two of you wanted, and Natasha couldn't wait.
She was going to tease you all night.
"Take a picture. It'll last longer." You jumped to the sound of a man in your ear. Turning to your left to see Clint Barton smiling from catching you in the act. You swung your arm down and made contact with his. "Don't you have anything better to do?" You yelled at the older man in a hushed tone.
He shrugged.
"Not a lot at the moment. So where are you taking her?" Clint held his fork up to his mouth and blew on his noodles to cool them down.
"That information is for Natasha only." You whispered to Clint as if Natasha couldn't hear you.
But she could. If there's one thing Natasha has learned about you since moving in. You think you know how to whisper, and you definitely don't realize how loud your footsteps are. Twice now, Natasha has woken up to the sounds of you getting a late-night snack.
To your knowledge, it had been one time that Natasha woke up. That was when she joined you in your room to watch re-runs of The Nanny.
You fell asleep with your head on her shoulder.
Natasha turned red when it happened. Because she officially knew what she had been thinking this whole time.
She was falling for you.
"Boring," Clint said as he put a fork full of noodles in his mouth and walked away. The conversation no longer fun to him.
Natasha held in a smile and presented you with the vase full of carnations.
"What do you think?"
You smiled and kept your eyes on Natasha. "I think you look beautiful." Natasha rolled her eyes, which made you laugh. "Come on. I told you that if we started dating, it would only get worse." Natasha nodded and placed the vase in the middle of the table. "Well, don't run before you can walk." Natasha sent you a wink as she stuck out her hand. "And is it dating if it's only the one so far?" You smiled and took hers in yours. "Years from now, you'll laugh about this, Natasha." You said with smug written all over your face.
Your cheesiness makes Natasha think back to the apartment weeks ago.
"So, which car is Stark letting you borrow?"
"Oh, I was supposed to ask?" You said as you and the redhead entered the garage. Natasha turned her head and couldn't tell if you were joking until your lips cracked. "Any of them, he said."
"Generous." She lifted her eyebrows as you two walked past rows of luxury cars.
"Yeah..." You said as Natasha started walking towards the motorcycles. One in particular. "I feel like Tin Man was threatened by a hot spy."
Natasha stopped in front of a black Harley Davidson with a red leather seat and orange accents and details. "Hot spy, huh?" You nodded. "Red hair. You wouldn't know her." Natasha playfully rolled her eyes and turned back to the bike. "What do you think?" She asked as you took a step forward. "I didn't think Tony drove this."
Natasha lifted the pillion seat and pulled out a set of keys. Tossing them to you. "He doesn't." You caught the keys and looked back to Natasha as she leaned against the bike with a tight-lipped smile as her tongue rolled over her teeth.
Fuck, you were starting to get hungry, and it wasn't food calling your name.
"Wanna try it?" She asked as she grabbed a red helmet from behind her, waiting for your answer. "Nat, you can't be serious!" Natasha pulled her body away from the bike and walked towards you before she placed the helmet in your hands. "I mean, you can always say no," Natasha said as she looked at you with a confident smile and glimmer in her eyes.
She had you.
You looked from the helmet back to Natasha. "Promise to help?"
Natasha placed her hands on your hips and leaned closer. You inhaled sharply from her touch. Her perfume worked its way through your nose, making you smile. "I'll make sure we don't crash." Natasha kissed your cheek and left you blushing as she picked up the helmet and placed it on your head. "Ready?" You nodded as Natasha pushed the helmet down onto your face. Only your eyes are the thing Natasha sees.
She grabbed your hand and led you to the bike. Natasha watched how you wrapped your legs around the seat. "I'm starting to think maybe a dress wasn't the best idea." You said as your voice was muffled by the helmet.
Natasha smirked and looked at the way your dress rode up. Revealing more thigh from you. Your soft skin against the leather seat was doing wonders for Natasha. "Trust me." Natasha started as she grabbed a helmet from the bike beside her and put it on. "You'll be fine. I'll keep you warm."
You understood the double entendre and couldn't help but blush once again. Natasha wasn't holding back tonight, and for someone who was usually spouting flirty attempts, it left you worried that your cheeks would always be stuck in a giggly smile.
Natasha sat on the seat and let her black jeans brush against your legs. "Put the key here." Her hands worked down your arms and rested on top of your own hands. You nodded and placed the tiny key in the ignition. "Hit this button to turn it on." Natasha pointed to a red button in the center of the handlebars. "Once you do that. This is the accelerator. This is the brake." Natasha showed you how to use each one while her hands never left your body.
"Okay." You sighed as the idea of driving this without thinking about the vibrations and Natasha gripping your body was going to make you crazy.
"Ready?" Natasha asked as her hand was above the red button. "I.. I think so." You said. "Y/N." You turned your head back. "Don't worry. I'll be here." You could see the way Natasha's cheeks lifted below her green eyes. She was smiling to you and giving you reassurance.
You nodded.
"I'm ready." Natasha hit the red button and laid her hands on yours. "Good girl." You heard her yell as she traced a birthmark on your middle finger.
You bit your lip. "Okay." You thought to yourself. "If teasing is what she wants." You could do this.
You kicked the leg stand up, and turned the accelerator, forcing Natasha to grip her body around yours at the sudden acceleration. "Good girl!" You yelled back, making Natasha scoff with surprise as you picked up the speed right before the two of you left the garage and hit the main road.
You felt free with Natasha Romanoff as the noise of the bike engine roared while her hands moved up from yours to around your waist. She was gripping you tighter.
Natasha was in awe of your quick ability to handle the bike due to every clumsy spill of water or untied shoelace you've had since meeting her.
But you surprised her.
Natasha even caught the wink you sent her from the side mirror as you turned the bike onto the exit for the city.
She had no idea where you were taking her, but she couldn't wait to find out. _
The lights of New York City passed over your helmets as you turned the bike down a one-way street and pulled into a side alley. The bike rolled to a stop just before you kicked the leg stand out and turn off the bike.
Natasha kept her arms around you as the volume of the city worked its way into your ears. You smiled at the contact and weren't surprised when the hands moved south to the end of your dress.
You turned and clinked your helmet into Natasha's, making her shoot her eyes your way. She watched you raise an eyebrow. But Natasha ignored your gaze and let her red-painted nails scratch your bare skin before pulling away.
"Did you enjoy it?" She husked as the two of you lifted your helmets. You rested your helmet on the left handlebar and checked your hair before turning back to face the redhead. "Every single bump in the road." You smirked.
Natasha looked you up and down. "I bet." She hummed and got off the bike first before helping you. "Your touch wasn't so bad either." You said as you handed Natasha the keys. "My touch, huh?" She asked. You nodded and walked behind her. Wrapping your arms around her waist. "Your touch." You rested your forehead against her shoulder before pulling away. Pink hue on you both.
Natasha loved this.
She smiled and placed her helmet on the right handlebar before stepping back next to you. "So, where did you take me?"
You pointed around the corner and briefly held Natasha's hand as you approached the entrance. "Sushi?" Natasha questioned at the Japanese signs in the window. "But you don't like sushi," Natasha said as you opened the door. "But you do." Natasha, while flattered, shook her head. "Y/N I-"
"Nat."
"What are you going to eat?!" Natasha questioned as you let go of the door and walked closer to the woman on the sidewalk.
"I'll eat whatever you get. Or I'll order something I can get down. Tonight is my date night for you. Okay?" Natasha looked from the door to you. "Are you sure?" You nodded. "Plus the thought of you speaking Japanese, oh man!" You made your eyebrows jump while Natasha gave you a pity laugh. "But seriously, don't worry. There's more planned for tonight."
Natasha nodded. She believed you. "Okay." You smiled and quickly opened the door for Natasha. "Thank you."
"Of course." You said as your eyes fell to Natasha's jeans. "Eyes up, Y/N." She said with a smirk before sitting herself at the open sushi bar. You following.
"Tsu onegaishimasu," Natasha said to the man who nodded behind the bar as he placed two small ceramic cups for sake. He smiled at you before looking and speaking to Natasha. Natasha laughed and turned to you. "He said my Japanese is excellent." You smiled and looked at the menu before you. "Hot, too." You mumbled with a smile before feeling a soft slap on your knee. "Detka, please." Natasha quietly said.
You closed your legs.
"Russian, too?!" You quietly shouted.
Natasha scanned up your body before smirking and biting her bottom lip. "Da."
Maybe you needed another ride on the bike.
Your menu was taken from you minutes later when Natasha went ahead and ordered enough for the two of you. She made sure to mix enough new things with some things you could keep down.
"So..." You looked to Natasha as she set her drink down. "Next dates gotta be at a Russian restaurant, right?" You smirked and waited for Natasha to answer.
She shook her head with a laugh.
"This one's not even over, and you think you're gonna get a second one?" You nodded with glee. "I know I will." Natasha enjoyed your overconfidence. It was natural as opposed to off-putting.
She had enough of that, thanks to your boss, Tony Stank.
"Besides, we already live together." Natasha moved her head from side to side as she squinted. "Debatable."
"Well, our address is the same. Is it not?" You had the redhead there. Natasha closed her mouth and playfully glared at you. "Not holding back tonight, huh?" You shook your head. "We can start the cliché 20 questions if you're ready?" You said with a laugh that lit up the room in the eyes of The Black Widow.
"Okay," Natasha said as she turned more towards you as rolls of sushi started to be placed between the two of you. "For each question we answer— honestly— we eat a roll. Given by the other person."
Natasha caught how you added the H word.
She swallowed and nodded.
It was known to the both of you that Natasha knew a whole hell of a lot more about you than you did about her.  So this was your way of getting to know the woman you wanted to spend more and more time with.
Natasha picked up a pair of chopsticks. "I'm ready." You did the same. "Me too." You smiled and looked at the rows of sushi. "Just don't make me eat a gross one." Natasha playfully rolled her eyes once again. "Trust me. Whatever I put in your mouth will be good for you."
Your mouth fell open as you drop your chopsticks to the ground.
Two minutes later, with a red face and new chopsticks, the game of questions started. _
"Oh, come on, don't be a baby."
"Natasha, you said it was deadly!"
"I said it's deadly if it's not prepared right!"
You closed your mouth and dodged Natasha's pufferfish sushi before she reached over and grabbed your nose closed. Your eyes went wide and searched the spy's green ones for any sign of giving up. But you saw the same look she had when you were bleeding out. Determination.
"Take it!" Natasha said as the sushi flew into your mouth before she placed her hands over your lips. You wanted to make the first dirty joke that came to your mind, but you were too busy trying to get the pufferfish into your stomach.
"Done?" Natasha asked as she lifted her hand after a minute of chewing.
You swallowed. "It wasn't that bad." You said before reaching for your glass of water.
Natasha shook her head before breaking into a laugh. "You're unbelievable." You perked up and winked. "So I'm told." Natasha looked over your face before lifting her hand up and gently wiped away the smudge lipstick from the corner of your mouth. You sat still and let her fingers linger under your chin before she drug them up and away.
How she looked tonight was etched into your brain.
"I meant what I said before. You're beautiful." You said before Natasha's eyes left your face. She stopped. Her body softened. You saw her eyes look from your eyes to lips and back.
Natasha cleared her throat.
"Thank you, Y/N." Natasha closed her mouth and opened it, but nothing came out. You just smiled and loved the way she looked at you before picking up a California roll. "Okay, my tu-"
"I really like you." Natasha cut you off.
You moved your gaze from the roll to her eyes staring at you. Natasha nervously smiled at you before surprising you by leaning forward, grabbing your chin, and kissing your lips.
She was gentle and tasted like cherries. Well, and sushi, but her red lips were sweet nonetheless.
Like she was.
She was a hot, dangerous spy who spoke a multitude of languages but, at the same time, was profoundly caring for her friends and had a glow deep within her that was good.
Natasha thinks that pain makes her stronger.
But you knew that was naturally Natasha—a strong, gorgeous person inside and out.
Her lips left yours as air came back into the two of you. "I-I like- I really like you too." You fumbled over your words before giving her a quick peck while holding onto the California roll between your chopsticks.
Natasha nodded as she sat back down. "Okay. Good." She said before laughing to herself. Her nerves were calming back down.
You just thought she was being cute.
"We like each other." You said as you laughed, too. "That's good, or else this date wasn't going anywhere." Natasha threw her head back. "Well, I'm glad it's going somewhere," Natasha said.
"Me too." You said as you raised the California roll to Natasha's mouth. She opened up and took it with joy.
You placed the chopsticks down.
"I guess it's my turn for a question, but I feel like it's inappropriate now." You said as Natasha picked up a roll for you. "Inappropriate, huh?" Natasha smirked, making you roll your eyes. "Not like that." Natasha played along. "Okay, sure, Y/N."
You smiled back and opened and closed your mouth before finally placing your arms on the bar top. "You don't have to tell me, but... Who's Yelena?"
Natasha wasn't expecting that question. Her mouth slowly fell as she lowered the roll back onto the plate. Her eyes hardened while a look of guilt flew across her face. "How do you know that name?" Her voice had an edge to it, and it instantly reminded you when she held you down on the floor in Budapest... Budapesht?
Boy, the two of you have been through a lot in such a short time.
You made sure to lock eyes with Natasha. "You said it in your sleep a couple of nights ago." You answered honestly. "It was the night you came and watched The Nanny with me. I woke up around 4 am to see you still there. I'm not going to lie it was sweet, but it looked like you were having a pretty intense dream. You kept murmuring in your sleep about someone named Yelena."
Natasha swallowed and sighed as she turned her body more to you. Her clothed knees brushing against yours. "Yelena is my sister." You pulled your head back in shock. "Oh!"
You wanted to say. "I didn't know you had a sister." But you'd just be stating the obvious. "Did I say anything else?" Natasha cautiously asked. You shook your head. "No. Just her name." You smiled in an effort to try to make Natasha feel better, and it worked a little, but now Natasha felt the need to tell you about Ohio.
But before she could, you said something that would stick.
"I'm sure you'll see her soon." Natasha paused at your words. "You think?" Natasha asked, earning a nod. "If she's anything like her sister, she's out there, and she's strong and caring too. You, too, will find each other again." You sent a big smile to Natasha.
She returned it with watery eyes before blinking them away.
"I'm just happy it's your sister and not an ex. I was about to go hot spy mode." Natasha laughed while she picked up a napkin. "I would've loved to have seen that." You shrugged. "There's still time, Miss. I speak over ten languages."
Natasha picked up a roll and brought it towards you. "You just want me to speak in another language again." You opened your mouth, allowing Natasha to feed you.
"Of course!" You said in a duh-like manner with a mouth full of sushi.
Natasha signaled for the check for you as you swallowed. She turned back to you. "Okay, Y/N." She gave you her full attention, making you close those legs tighter.
"Dove andremo dopo?" (Where are we going next?") _
You parked the bike in front of the cafe Tony helped you rent out for the night.
Once again, Natasha helped you off the bike before the two of you placed your helmets on the handlebars.
"A cafe?" Natasha asked as she took your hand in hers. "Not just any cafe, Nat." You smiled as you walked ahead and grabbed the door for her. Natasha let go of your hand as you two entered the building. Stopping in front of another set of doors that were locked. To the left was a sign in the area where a woman was sitting.
"A cat cafe!" You exclaimed as you turned to the woman waiting. "I take it this is the Y/N Romanoff party?" The woman with the name tag Ana asked. You nodded with glee while Natasha's brain was playing catch up.
How did she figure out my love of cats? Wait, did she say Romanoff party? Y/N Romanoff??
These questions and more swirled around before you turned around and made eye contact with Natasha.
"I may or may not have heard from a man with an eye patch that you have a fondness for cats. Specifically black ones."
When the hell did she meet Fury?
Was the next question Natasha kept inside.
"Y/N, this is so sweet! Thank you!" Natasha smiled as the two of you lathered your hands with hand sanitizer. Gotta be safe and careful with the kitties.
Ana opened the second double doors and waved you and your date inside. "Well, come in, Romanoffs. We have some cuties waiting to meet you."
You blushed at the name, and hoped Natasha wouldn't point it out. But you already knew her well. She bumped your shoulder while Ana left the two of you with menus and a binder full of the cats' names, likes, and dislikes.
"Y/N Romanoff, huh?" Natasha said as she flipped through the binder. Not really looking but giving you the impression as her eyes did not turn to meet yours. "Cool it." Natasha nodded.
You turned away from Natasha as Ana let the cats into the giant space. "Not a bad last name, though." You smirked and saw Natasha look at you with a soft gaze from your peripheral vision before she, too, looked at the cats flooding the room.
Immediately, a tabby cat ran up to your table and jumped closer to you. You laughed as you remembered briefly having a cat before it turned out to be your neighbor's.
Oof.
You peeked at the name of the tabby. "Majima." You whispered. "He's cute," Natasha said but without much more interest as she looked around at the multiple black cats. Some had white paws. Some had spots. But they were all precious to her, and she wanted to scoop them up and kiss their little heads.
Which she did to a few cats named Kiryu, Geoff, and Mr. Soupwater.
But then a pure black cat walked by Natasha, and it was all over. You practically watched Nat throw herself to the ground in order to get closer. Leaving her cinnamon lavender latte behind.
You watched the cat with hazel eyes stop in its tracks before taking slow steps to the woman who made your stomach flutter with a certain feeling.
You could see the heart eyes Natasha had when she turned to with a wide smile. "Y/N look!"
"I see!" You returned the joy and gently rose from your chair and sat behind Natasha as the cat looked from you back to Natasha before running into her arms.
"He loves you!" You said just as Ana was coming around to check on the kitties.
"She never does this," Ana said. A melting Natasha looked up. "Really!?"
"Maybe she was waiting for you." Ana left it at that. You reached for the collar. "Liho." You said. The cat purred into Natasha's chest.
Slowly, Natasha turned her head. "She's perfect."
You nodded.
Yes, she was.
Safe to say, the rest of your date turned into you being a third wheel as Natasha spent more and more time with Liho. But you couldn't be mad or even remotely upset as you watched the redhead transform before you. All night, you had seen the honest Natasha, and she was breathtaking. So was the spy. But something about seeing someone you watched kill people weeks ago roll around on the floor with a black cat was perfect.
You don't know how you didn't slip up and say the L(ove) word.
I mean, of course, it would've been too soon. But you were you, and it wouldn't have been a shocker to anyone.
Regardless. That night led to you driving very slow on the way back home as Natasha held Liho in her carrier as if her world depended on it.
And yes, Tony made the same joke you're thinking.
Two lesbians who are already living together go on a date and end up adopting a cat.
But three years later, you wouldn't have it any other way.
Except for maybe when Natasha comes home to your shared apartment, she greets you first instead of Liho.
Ups and Downs.
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soumies · 1 month
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in absolute TEARS over ur tags from my rb . lint in ur eyeballs im howlinfjsksbb u rly get the despair i was going through 🫱🏻‍🫲🏼
listen . listen. not just johnny but i raise u .... thats captain mactavish, older, even bulkier despite being built like a brick shithouse since the day he left the womb but even SOFTER than his sgt days oh god i need to gnaw on him like a chunk of wood
- @vierisqe (apologies that THIS is our moot introduction im cackling)
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the way this post sent me into the stratosphere?!?!?! i kid u not i FELT my heart stop beating for a few minutes and then i started convulsing. LORDD big big big hairy men burly men gigantic bear-like men fuckkk MEEEE THEY DO INSANE THINGS TO MY BRAIN CHEMISTRY!!! but now.. u see. NOW. venus u say this to me. and i feel like i just got sucked into a black hole...... captain mactavish. mid-late 30s captain john "soap" mactavish..dear god. this is an immediate K.O., less than 3 seconds in the ring and i'm sprawled out on the ground.
uhh anyway.. here's 1.0k of soap x f!reader. this is entirely your fault, btw. enjoy. ෆ
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you know, johnny’s always been confident. when he was younger, it was rooted in naïveté and a want— a need— to impress. to climb to the top and sneer back at all those who doubted him. as a captain, it’s rooted in his experience. he’s cocky because he has all the skills (and medals) to back it up, how the hell do you think he got this far? in his 20s, of course he knew he was attractive. he has a badass job, badass scars, and a smile that could give the sun a run for his money. but it’s been over 10 years since then. johnny doesn’t have to puff up his chest and make sure his voice carries across the room just to be seen, to be heard. no, no, no he doesn’t have to.
but he wants to.
anything to get you looking at him.
ever since you moved in next door, fuck, his brain has turned to mush. on base, he can't help but let his mind wander to his pretty little neighbor. for once in his life, he’s looking forward to being put on leave.
and when johnny does make the trip back to glasgow, oh does he put on a show for you. he puffs up his chest when you’re both grabbing your mail in the afternoon. mows the lawn shirtless, takes extra long bc he knows your curtains are open. his bedroom window sits across from yours. johnny hardly dries off after his showers just to see you sweat, pulling on his old tees that stretch across his chest and arms. before his morning runs, he warms-up for an extra 10 or so minutes on the pavement, smirking to himself when he sees those curtains twitch in the corner of his eye.
and fuck, if he isn't proud of where his efforts have landed him. it didn't take long, getting you into his bed. wrapping himself up in all the intricacies of your little civilian life.
he doesn't get as sappy much these days, but he never thought he'd have this. maybe when he was younger and stupider, he dreamt of having someone to love by his side. but the SAS was no joke, and with one too many run-ins with the afterlife, that little flame flickering in his chest on lonely days and quiet nights quickly snuffed itself out. yet, here you are, standing in his kitchen with a mug of steaming coffee and wearing one of his shirts.
fresh from the shower, johnny pads his way over to you, shirtless in his blue jeans left unbuttoned as they cling to damp skin.
"don't you have somewhere to be?" you question, cocking an eyebrow at his half-dressed state.
truthfully, he's running a little behind to meet up with his sister and her kids, but you, sitting pretty in his home and wearing his clothes, are much more enticing than two toddlers chewing on his shirtsleeves. "i cannae think of a place more important than right here," he smiles, teeth digging in to his plush bottom lip as he brushes off the scoff you give him in reply. he takes the mug from your grip, sipping on it once or twice before setting it down on the countertop.
johnny crowds you against the kitchen cabinets, the corner of his lip twitching upwards at the heat in your gaze laid upon him. his minty breath fans across the side of your face, lips pressing oh-so faint kisses to the skin beneath your ear, eliciting goosebumps all down your side. his mouth nuzzles at your neck, beard scratching your skin in all the right ways. he breaths in the smell of his shampoo lingering in your soft hair, and his hands make their way to your sides, fingers digging into your hips to pull you closer.
"what are you doin', john?" your words come out breathless, tilting your head back to give him more room to tease. your nails scratch gently at his scalp, tugging on the skin of his neck on your way down to his shoulders, his chest. god, does he love his name dripping from your lips.
he neglects to answer you, instead groaning at the sweet taste of your skin on his tongue, using his grip at your waist to aid in the slow roll of his hips against yours.
heat pools in your belly at the scrape of his teeth along your throat, letting out a soft whine, shifting your stance to let his muscular thigh slot between your legs. cool denim presses against your core, and you buck your hips up for any kind of friction, chasing after the ecstacy johnny brought you to just last night.
spit slicks the skin of your neck when he pulls away, admiring the deep red bruise blooming before him. johnny trails his lips up your jaw, to your cheeks, moans your name into your own mouth before stepping back, taking his heat with him.
he's proud of the glazed look in your eye, dazed and only half-there as you drink in his tanned skin. dark, coarse hair swirls over his pecs, gathering into a thick mass down his midline, growing sparser and softer as it spreads over his belly. your fingers follow the path your eyes have taken, digging into the dips and valleys of his strong abdomen.
"please, john," you beg, tugging at his waistband to wrap your fingers around what you crave most. "want you again."
his hands squeeze your hips once more before settling over your own. instead of working to tug his jeans down his legs, he intertwines your fingers. johnny brings both your hands up to his lips, pressing two soft kisses against your knuckles all while his blue, blue eyes peer through dark lashes, shimmering like the sun over the ocean. "'ve got somewhere to be, m'eudail," he whispers, flashing a devilish smile from behind your interlocked hands.
with a quick peck to your heated cheeks, he detangles himself from your hold. johnny snatches up the forgotten coffee from beside you as he swiftly turns around and heads back to the bedroom to get dressed, smiling into the rim of the ceramic mug.
for as much as he's matured, he'll never get over how easy it is to make you squirm.
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@seiwas sel, get over here. this is for you too. ෆ
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forsty · 1 year
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emotional support pilot best friends
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aroaceconfessions · 1 year
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I broke up with my best-friend-turned-SO of 3 years about 10 months ago because i wasn’t feeling like xe actually liked being in a relationship, and we went right back to being best like nothing had happened (it was great!). I brought up the concept that they might be aro/ace and we got to have some long conversations about it. And a little over a month ago, he came out as aro/ace to me and I’m so unbelievably proud. It’s been so wonderful being along with them for xir’s self discovery and I’m so so so happy to have her as a friend 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻
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beybuniki · 1 month
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i feel like some people are confused (sorryyyy) because shipping seems to be a much looser term now? like people will call any dynamic they enjoy a ship but like to me, that's sth you actively do and root for and think of as explicitly romantic and /or sexual and that's not the case for me, and i said this before but one thing i rlly enjoy about bnha is the authentic representation of pubescent immaturity and im so busy with dissecting that i don't feel the desire to add even more to the pile like i need bakugo to be a good person and friend before he can qualify for yaoi!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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whinyandcheese724 · 10 months
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just finished rise of the pink ladies and there better be a season 2 because i need more of the friendships within the pink ladies and t-birds. we got a lot of the jane/olivia friendship and the nancy/cynthia friendship but i want more of the different pairings. also that once scene in ep10 with jane and gil was  adorable and I hope we get more of that friendship and the other ones. really excited to see how hazel fits into everything. also, this may be an unpopular opinion, but I think after some soul searching buddy could be really good with her and I honestly thought they had way more chemistry than hazel and wally. and speaking of buddy, this also may be an unpopular opinion, but I think a friendship between him and richie would be hilarious. we need more of men getting over their toxic masculinity
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Joe & Grace, New Orleans Convention
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bamsara · 2 years
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Standing in shame as the beads of my snapped Monty bracelet scatter all across the walmart bathroom floor
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ywpd-translations · 7 months
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Ride 739: The training camp's fourth day!!
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Pag 1
1: Training camp of Sohoku High School's racing team...
2: fourth and last day, 10:18 in the morning
3: Here it comes, Rokudai!!
4: Yeah!! Teh, Kinaka-kun
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Pag 2
1: The training camp fourth and last day!!
The total distance we've ran so far is....
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Pag 3
2: Here we go!!
5: 800km!!
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Pag 4
1: We still have 200km to go until we reach 1000km!!
2: Teeh.....!! We've ran so much, teh
3: That's right, we already went beyond what I said at first, the distance from “Aomori”
4: “Aomori”!
It's still 10:30 in the morning, so if we keep going like this we can run the remaining 200km that are required!!
We can!!
Yeah!!
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Pag 5
1: My legs are all sore
2: I'm trembling all over, teh
3: The Aomori thing, when we first came here
4: 700km!!
I thought it would be impossible
5: When on the first day, the senpai created such a gap between us, I resigned myself and thought that it really was impossible
6: But then, on that day's evening, you had that idea, Kinaka-kun
8: We worked so hard starting from the morning, we closed the gap, and ran until here
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Pag 6
1: Being “buddies” really was our “breakthorugh”, teh!!
2: Breakthrough...!!
3: ??
4: Right!!
Teh...!!
5: Somehow, when I think about seeing the “goal”
6: I feel a surge of power, teh!!
Ohh...
7: Yeah, nice Rokudai, that's good!!
8: We've survived so far, so let's run through the end!!
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Pag 7
2: Pfui
Yeah....
Let's do... our best and.... run....
5: Huh, where's my bottle?
Teh
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Pag 8
3: Rokudaiii!!
6: Oooooogh
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Pag 9
3: Ah....
Kinaka....kun? Huh.... I... fell.... and my bo.... ttle?
4: Rokudaii!!
5: So-sorry
You- you saved me, because you're my “buddy”!!
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Pag 10
1: Because I'm your friend
3: Because you're my precious and reliable friend!!
4: Don't fall
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Pag 11
1: Don't fall yet!!
2: There's still a chance
3: A small one
4: We can't know until the end of this last day of this training camp
Our
5: target
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Pag 12
1: is to go together to the Inter High!!
Yeah!!
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Pag 13
2: Ohh, they got back up, those first years
They ran 800km, so I thought their pace would drop for 2 or 3 laps
3: and that they would lose momentum like that
5: There are two ways of winning a road race
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Pag 14
1: The first way is enduring determinedly, following without giving up in any situation
2: So that you survive and become the last man standing
4: And the other way is attacking yourself, actively passing and leaving behind your opponents
5: showing your strength and taking the victory....!!
6: They're both “victories”, that doesn't change
But the one who brings you more praises and admiration
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Pag 15
1: It's the latter, Issa!!
2: That's right, Danchiku!!
3: First year Omihata, my jersey
Yessir!!
4: The heat resistance training ends here!!
5: Kaburagi-san.... he took off his long-sleeved jersey....!!
That means he's gotten serious!!
6: Let's go with with Full Spec, Danchiku!!
Now that our bodies are ready, we'll definitely do our “human sacrifice”....
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Pag 16
1: We'll defeat Sugimoto-san and go to the Inter High!!
Of course, Issa!!
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Pag 17
3: Let's catch him, Danchiku!!
4: So you're here
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Pag 18
1: You two!!
2: We've come to give back to you that “you allowed us to train with you”!! Sugimoto-san!!
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Pag 19
2: Danchiku has already mastered the new bike he's riding, and he doesn't stagger anymore
Thanks to you, he's now in perfect condition!! Perfect!!
3: Yeah
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Pag 20
1: I'm just next to you and yet I can feel your pressure enough!!
3: Sugimoto-san, sorry but I'm gonna defeat you in one blow
4: I won't let you beat me in one blow
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Pag 21
1: Is that your “expectations”? Or your “hope”?
2: Yeah.... for now
3: I'll also take off my arms warmer!!
4: Sugimoto took off his arms warmer!!
5: If you come at me seriously....
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Pag 22
1: It's only polite of me to get serious too!!
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Pag 23
3: Sugimoto himself hit their handles!!
Even though usually his play-style is to avoid rough play and contact!!
4: You're in high spirits....!!
5: Not as much as you!! Danchiku!!
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Pag 24
1: Honestly, I'm surprised that you're going all out like this.... you're worth defeating!!
2: I'll let you train with me one more time, Danchiku!!
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Pag 25
2: Ah crap, they've started already!!
The last battle
3: of the fourth and last day of this training camp!!
4: Danchiku-kun!! Sugimoto-kun!!
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Pag 26
1: I'll pull now, teh, Kinaka-kun
Yeah, thank you, Rokudai!!
2: Please....
3: No....
4: I'm beaten....
Even though I've finally... cut the 200km left point...
5: That moment.... I overdid it a little....
6: My legs hurt.....
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