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Okay I wanted to check if anyone else has experienced this problem or if I'm just really unlucky.

So I use my phone to access dA a lot; primarily just to read my notes. I don't use the app because it doesn't even give you the option to look at the notes so why bother. Typically, when I go to the page with my notes on mobile, there's a button "Messages" above my inbox that opens up a sidebar where I can access all the folders I've created for my notes. Now it's just disappeared and I can't find any way to get to my folders.

So my question is: has anyone else experienced this problem and/or found a solution? Or is it just dA being garbage again? Because that's pretty likely too.

Anyway, if any of you could just let me know if you're dealing with this that'd be awesome. Thanks.

Later, gators.
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Morgan
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So I'm Morgan. I honestly didn't expect this account to be almost all fanfiction, but that's what it's become.

I am a HUGE fan of the Dance Central games and Bodie is my favorite character of all time ever. I do believe I am in love with him. Dance Central: Bodie Stamp by Rusty-Cat So you like DC? We'll be best friends.

The majority of stuff about me, don't hesitate to comment on my page or stories or send me a note and ask! I would love to hear from you guys.

I did have my luna account linked here. But I got some lemons reported so I tried making a deviation with links to the stories on my luna account and that got reported too. So I don't wanna risk putting the link here, for the moment. Ask me for it if you'd like though!

And now my Youtube account! www.youtube.com/user/bluerose2… At some point in the near-ish future I'll be doing Let's Plays so look forward to that.

Also I'm on tumblr; link down below.

Talk to me! I don't bite...much. :iconprussiarapefaceplz:

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Seconds turned into minutes, minutes turned into hours; he could have sworn the hours turned into days, then weeks, then months, and then years as he waited outside of the room they’d taken you to.

Having his body riddled with bullets hadn’t been nearly so painful.

The worst part of it was not being told what was going on. There must have been a dozen doctors and nurses that had entered and left that room but not one would tell him what they were doing to you, whether you were alright or not.

…If you were past the point of saving.

No, he couldn’t think that way. You’d be perfectly fine. The doctors would come out and say you’d totally recovered somehow and then you’d burst from the room and he’d sweep you up and never let you go.

Yeah. Yeah that’s exactly what would happen.

What felt like another eternity passed before a doctor came out and Pietro immediately ran over to get them, make them, to tell him something and only barely managing to keep calm enough to speak in English.

“Well? What is going on? How is she? What-“

“Sir, if you’d allow me a moment to speak, I will gladly tell you what is going on.”

“…Right. Sorry.”

“Miss (Last Name) is fine. She-“

And that was all he needed to hear.

Not waiting a moment longer, he sped into your room and went right to your side, ignoring the protests of the medical staff around him as he took your hand. The sound of your breathing had never meant so much to him.

“Dragă I’m back. The doctor said that you are fine now. I-… I was so scared. I thought you were leaving me,” he said, his throat tightening from the immense relief he felt. “You must promise that you will never do this again, da? That you will never leave me.”

“…Pietro?”

His eyes widened before snapping to your face, almost refusing to believe it when they met yours, weary and half-lidded as they were.

“…(Name)?”

“Hi…,” you managed to respond, even though your throat was raspy and dry, and a tired smile making its way onto your face.

Pietro’s hand was shaking as he raised it to cup your cheek, sucking in a breath as you leaned into his touch. “You’re-“

He almost couldn’t continue but your smile was still there and your eyes were still open.

Tears filled his eyes again as he managed a weak smile in return. “You’re awake…”

A breath escaped through your nose, the sound as much of a laugh as you could manage, and you nodded. As your eyes closed again his heart jerked in panic but the gentle way you squeezed his hand reassured him that you weren’t going anywhere.

“I missed you, dragă,” he said quietly, unaware of the nurses bustling all over the place now that you were awake.

A few moments passed before you could answer. “I missed you too…,” you took in a deep breath before managing to continue. “And I promise.”

“What?” he asked, not sure what you meant.

“I promise…,” you repeated, opening your eyes to see him. “I won’t leave you.”

His eyes widened again before shutting as he leaned forward to press his forehead to yours with a quiet laugh, amazed he could have already forgotten the plea he’d made.

“Good.”

He would be sure to hold you to that.
Don't Leave Part 2 Pietro MaximoffxReader
Here's the happy end to Don't Leave. I'm sorry to break so many hearts! I hope this makes up for it.

Part 1

I own nothing.
You belong to Pietro who doesn't have an icon.
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A smile followed by an “I love you.” Two of the most beautiful things Pietro had ever experienced.
And then it was ruined by the sound of a gunshot.

The smile disappeared and the words were punctuated by a spray of blood and he could have sworn his heart was ripping in two.

That was a month ago and the effects of yet another HYDRA attack were still felt; you had yet to wake up from the coma you’d slipped into.

The wound shouldn’t have been fatal; it shouldn’t have. Yet something about it had caused your body to force you into a catatonic state and nothing was waking you up. And you were getting weaker with each passing day but no one could figure out why.

But Pietro refused to acknowledge that fact. To him, you were just saving your energy so that you would have plenty to spare on spending time with him when you woke up. That was the only explanation that made sense.

“Dragă I’m back,” he said softly as he entered your room.

As usual there was no response, the only sounds in the room those coming from the machines monitoring your vitals and helping keep you alive.

Pietro continued to talk to you as he went and grabbed a chair to pull up next to your bed, sitting down and taking your hand in his.

“I finally finished moving your things into my room. I know that you would not be happy with how long it took but there have been many missions.”

He paused, pretending that you had answered him. He knew you well enough by now to know what you’d say.

“I hope you didn’t break anything, Pietro. You aren’t always the most careful when you’re speeding around.”

“I know, I know. But I promise that I took extra care with your things and that nothing is broken.”

“Well how does it look?”

“It looks…nice. But it would look better if you were there.”

“I know. I’m sorry, Piet I wish I could be there.”

“I do too, dragă. I-“

The imaginary conversation grinded to a halt as he was once again reminded of the real state of things and his grip on your hand tightened.

“Please come back, (Name),” he pleaded, lifting your hand and holding it to his face. His voice was thick and tears were quickly forming in his eyes.

“It was supposed to be our room but it is still just mine… I am lonely and I miss you. Not even Wanda can help. I need you, dragă…”

The sudden sound of a flatline made his head shoot up in a panic.

No. No! This wasn’t happening!

Too frantic to even think of using his powers, he bolted to the door to shout for someone to help before rushing back to your side and taking your face in his hands.

“No, dragă, no don’t do this. You’re stronger than this, I know you are!”

He tried to ignore it as doctors and nurses came into the room but couldn’t for very long when they started forcing him from the room.

“No! She needs me! (Name)!” he shouted, once again forgetting to use his powers in his panic. But they ignored his words and continued pushing him from the room.

It was only when the door was slammed in his face did he let out a ragged sob, his hands fisted against the door as he hung his head.

“Don’t leave…”
Don't Leave Pietro MaximoffxReader
I don't know why I do this to myself or where this came from but here it is. If enough people think they'd like to see a sequel with the Reader recovering let me know. Because I feel bad leaving Piet hanging like this I'm so sorry, baby.

Also unoriginal title is unoriginal.

Part 2

I own nothing.
You belong to Pietro who doesn't have an icon that I can find.
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Okay I wanted to check if anyone else has experienced this problem or if I'm just really unlucky.

So I use my phone to access dA a lot; primarily just to read my notes. I don't use the app because it doesn't even give you the option to look at the notes so why bother. Typically, when I go to the page with my notes on mobile, there's a button "Messages" above my inbox that opens up a sidebar where I can access all the folders I've created for my notes. Now it's just disappeared and I can't find any way to get to my folders.

So my question is: has anyone else experienced this problem and/or found a solution? Or is it just dA being garbage again? Because that's pretty likely too.

Anyway, if any of you could just let me know if you're dealing with this that'd be awesome. Thanks.

Later, gators.
  • Mood: Annoyed
  • Listening to: Spotify
  • Watching: The D-Pad/Age of Ultron
“I think we should break up.”

Never before in your life had you felt so cold; not even when the Avengers had been fighting Ultron and you thought you were staring death in the face.

No. Because even then, you wouldn’t be leaving anyone; leaving Bruce; by choice. But this was a different matter.

“Wh-what?” you finally managed to ask, although your voice was airy and made it clear how hard you found it to breathe.

Bruce looked away from you, unable to take the pain in your eyes. “I said…I think we should break up.”

“But-… Why?? Where is this coming from?” You couldn’t keep the tears in your eyes from showing in your voice. “I thought you loved me…”

The heartbreak he could hear from you ruined any plans he had of being firm in his decision.

“Of course I do!”

“Then why-“

“Because I can’t give you what you deserve!”

His sudden outburst stunned you into silence.

“I can’t give you a family home or kids,” he continued, desperation all over his face. “I can’t even give you a normal life.”

A few moments passed in silence before a shuddering sigh rocked him. “You deserve more than me.”

You stared at him for what felt like eternity before clenching your hands into fists and glaring at him, tears forming in your eyes again but this time from anger.

That’s what you think I care about after how many years of being together? A house and kids? I love you, Bruce. More than anyone or anything and you want me to leave you because you think I deserve things I don’t need.”

As good as it was to hear you say that, Bruce couldn’t help arguing. “But I’ve seen the way you look at families whenever we’re out. You-“

“But that doesn’t mean that’s something I want more than you!” you countered. “Yes, I watch families playing in the park and yes sometimes I wonder what that would be like to have for myself. But I would never choose something like that over being with you. Ever. I don’t want a normal life. I want you.”

The look of disbelief mixed with relief in Bruce’s eyes could break your heart.

“You-… You really mean that?”

“Yes. I’ve never been more serious.”

A rough sigh escaped him before he was moving over to you and wrapping you up in his arms, apologies flowing from his mouth again and again along with declarations of how much he loved you. All you could do was hold him tight and return his words of love with every ounce of emotion you had for him in your voice.

After a few minutes you spoke in a soft tone, trying to lighten the mood just a little. “I don’t need to have kids but if you’re that worried, we can always adopt.”

A weak chuckle escaped your, thankfully still, boyfriend which you counted as a win. “Yeah. We could always adopt.”

It would take a while, Bruce knew that, but he was finally starting to believe that he could be truly happy. As long as you stayed with him.
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I don't know where this came from but...here it is. Inspired by that one particular moment in Age of Ultron that I am being vague about in case people haven't seen it although they've probably already guessed. Anyway.

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The sound of music reached Makoto’s ears and dragged his attention away from the piles of papers and books in front of him.

It wasn’t a rare occurrence for you to play music in the apartment that the two of you shared, but rarely did you play it loud enough for him to hear from another room. And with that fact in mind, curiosity got the better of him enough to make him abandon his studying for the time being to see what you were doing.

As he peeked into the kitchen, what he saw wasn’t quite was he was expecting.

The way you were dancing could only be described as erotic; the sway of your hips, the way you rolled your stomach, how you ran your hands over your body…there was literally no other word for it. Literally.

And there would also be no other word to describe the feeling pooling in his gut than arousal. Normally he’d have left by now to give you your privacy since he knew you sometimes got embarrassed when someone saw you dancing but he was rooted to the spot. And then you began singing the chorus which didn’t help.

“Now if we’re talking body, you got a perfect one so put it on me. Swear it won’t take you long. If you love me right, we fuck for life. On and on and on. Now if we’re talking body, you got a perfect one so put it on me. Swear it won’t take you long. If you love me right, we fuck for life. On and on and on.”

Makoto could swear the sound of his heart pounding was loud enough you could hear it.

You turned in your dancing and the smile on your lips morphed into a knowing, and honestly seductive, sort of smirk and he felt the blood rush up to his face. You Weren’t Supposed To See Him!! …Now you’re singing to him! What does he do?!

“Bodies, oh baby makin’ bodies we just use for fun,” you sang as you slowly sauntered forward. “Bodies, let’s use ‘em up til every little piece is gone. On and on and on. On and on.”

By this point you were right in front of your very red and very stiff (in more ways than one) boyfriend who could only stare at you with wide eyes. You bit your lip around a smile and leaned up close to his face, making his thoughts race while simultaneously blurring.

God please don’t tease.

And then you were on the other side of the room again.

“Now if we’re talking body, you got a perfect one so put it on me. Swear it won’t take you long. If you love me right, we fuck for life. On and on and on. Now if we’re talking body, you got a perfect one so put it on me. Swear it won’t take you long. If you love me right, we fuck for life. On and on and on.”

Your dancing had only gotten more erotic after Makoto’s entrance and all he could do was bite his lip and wonder if it’d be weird to go join you but by the time he came to a conclusion the music was over.

A pleased little smile sat on your face as you looked at him again, taking in his red face and the obvious bulge in his pants.

You walked to the doorway nearer to you before looking back at him to inform him.

“You know I wasn’t singing that song just to sing it.”

Makoto stared at you for a moment, your words running through his brain, before an almost embarrassed squeak left him that was met with your laughter.

“Yeah, so come put that perfect body on me.”

And with that you disappeared down the hall, only a moment passing before the very flustered male ran after you, planning to do just that.

All night long.
Talking Body Makoto TachibanaxReader
Finally got this finished even though it's been in my brain for well over a week. So here's a little something something for my babby backstroke swimmer. Might do a sex sequel but Idk. Still have to do the one for the first Makoto story I wrote.

The song used is "Talking Body" by Tove Lo.

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You belong to :iconmakototachibanaplz:
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