#And sorry for not censoring but I go here to put down some thoughts while I play and it's such a hassle to remember to do so

[sports-on-sundays]

Okay I figured it out !!! what if y/n is a F1 driver and she’s really close with Charles or lando and is with either Pablo , Fermin , or pedri and they get jealous of how close y/n and Charles or lando are !! And they get into an argument before the Barcelona GP and y/n thinks they won’t be there to see them race but in the end they do go and see y/n get a home podium and they make up !!

surprises in Barcelona / Pedri González

Summary: Pedri x Spanish!F1 driver!girlfriend!reader - When Y/n is in a job in which she's surrounded by nineteen male, handsome hot shots nearly all near long, it's easy for her boyfriend to get a bit jealous.

Warnings: censored cuss, arguing in a relationship, screaming, communication cut off for a while

Requested?: Yes! <3

Author's Note: OMG I LOVE IT. It's kind of funny, because I have an OC much like the reader in this story, so to be honest, that's just what I imagined while writing this.

It all starts with a stupid, petty comment.

Pedri is to the point of practically begging you for some time together, since his schedule is free. But yours isn't. You tried to explain so many times that even though you're back home in Barcelona, and not in the UK, that doesn't mean you don't have work to do before the next race here in Barcelona.

Maybe you're being a bit harsh. Maybe you should sit down with your boyfriend and snuggle him a bit. Let him have you, just for a moment, just for a short break in both of your glittery sporting lives.

But if you were starting to change your mind at all, or feeling any sympathy in the slightest, it's suddenly squashed when that stupid comment comes out of his mouth.

"Yeah, I'm sure you've got a lot of work to do. Since you clearly care about your teammate more than your own boyfriend."

Your head snaps to look at him. "Excuse me? What teammate?"

His thick, dark eyebrows knit together as he comments, crossing his arms. "You know. Your teammate. The one you constantly talk about, and joke around with? You're practically flirting by now."

This is coming as a shocker to you. This is the first time Pedri's ever voiced thoughts such as these. But you clench your jaw. "I'm sorry, but I have no idea why you feel the need to bring Lando into this-"

"Because you're putting him over me! And your job! And your team!"

"No I'm not!" you snap, then taunt a bit, "Oh, is someone getting jealous?"

"I have the right to!" Pedri is starting to get angrier, and his body straightens more. "I see how you nudge him, and hug him after good performances-"

"Everyone does that! I'm not getting mad at you for hugging your teammates after a goal is scored, am I?"

"No, but that's different!"

"In what way? Just because I'm a woman?" your lip curls in annoyance. "So I'm not allowed to have sportsmanship and camaraderie with my team, just because of my gender? Just because my teammate is a man, and I'm a woman? Give me a f*cking break!"

Pedri stands up, his face reddening, and now his voice is raised as he snaps back, "It's not that! It's that you're doing all that, and not giving me any attention! You spend more time with Norris these days than you do with me!"

"It's because he's amongst me in my job! I can't really avoid him!"

"Maybe you should try separating your job from your personal life and show me some love for once! Give me back some of the energy I give to you!" he suddenly screams.

There's a few seconds of silence, but your heart feels cold as you respond, "So I'm not allowed to have friends, then? I have to give my everything to you, and only you? Well, at least Lando doesn't expect anything more from me than what I can give."

"Yeah, and that's because you're giving him so much! Why don't you consider me?"

"Why don't you consider me?" you suddenly yell, before slamming the door of his flat shut and leaving, your head spinning with irrational thoughts.

Lando isn't just your teammate. He's also your friend. And a good friend, at that. But you figure it's hard for anyone who really knows Lando not to like him.

Now he catches you in the McLaren garage, before the first practice session of the Barcelona Grand Prix weekend. It's been a week since the argument with Pedri, and over that week, your conscience has been killing you. You tried to text him twice, but didn't get a response, and you're too nervous to call, because you don't want to face the fact that he could just decide not to pick up.

But your heart and head are aching, and clearly it shows on your face, because suddenly you feel a friendly slap on your back as Lando says, "It's your home race weekend, Y/n. Look a bit more alive!"

You shrug and force a smile. "I know. Just got some things on my mind."

"Something bad happen?" he inquires, his eyebrow cocking up a bit.

"Not really," you shrug.

As if reading your mind, Lando asks, "Will your boyfriend be able to make it this weekend?"

This question makes your head swarm.

Will he? I mean, if he's ignoring me now, why would he bother to come to the Grand Prix?

Maybe he's too busy for me, like I was for him.

You swallow as you feel a pang of guilt deep in your chest.

"Uh, I don't know... I don't think so," you say, clearing your throat.

Lando continues looking at you expectantly with big eyes, as if thinking you're going to elaborate on that. But when you don't he says with a little frown, "Well, why not? He lives in Barcelona." Lando is, obviously, aware of which famous football player is your boyfriend.

You shrug a little. "It's a long story, to be honest. But I'm fine, Lando. Don't worry. Besides, I think the best thing right now is to just focus on racing, you know?"

Lando nods slowly, not seeming fully convinced, but says, "Alright, then. Whatever you think."

You nod as he gives you another reassuring slap on the back and walks on.

You sigh.

Just have to switch my brain off into racing mode. See all those Spanish fans cheering me on.

I've got all of McLaren, including Lando, backing me.

And I've got all of Spain, except for maybe Pedri González, my own boyfriend, backing me, too.

When you get into that car, it's like the world stops moving. In all three practices, and then in qualifying. There's no worrying about jealousy, relationships, or public image. All there is is you, the car, the speed, and the other cars you, ultimately, need to beat.

All there is is the wind, the throttle, the limits you're pushing to break past.

The speed.

It's why you love racing.

You finish qualifying in fourth, and when Lando sees you in the garage, he gives you a high five and a friendly half-hug before saying, "Starting 3-4 for the race. Good job."

You smile and nod. "Thanks. You know how it is, though." You can tell he's just trying to cheer you up. He's not actually this estatic about starting in third and fourth.

"Yeah, yeah," he nods, putting on his cap. "But, hey." He makes eye contact with you. "Maybe your boy will show up for the race, at least?"

You shrug, looking down and respond simply, "Maybe." You doubt it.

You're sure you'll make it up. The next time you see him, you'll fix everything. Apologize, and explain.

It just kind of sucks that this had to all go down right before one of the few races on the calendar that Pedri can actually make it to. Your home race.

Before the race, you text Pedri.

It's left on sent, just like the other two.

"What's got you in such a good mood?" you demand to Lando, who is basically walking around the paddock like a smug little contained jar of sunshine and rainbow, being cheeky because clearly he knows something no one else does.

You know the bratty look in his eyes.

He seems to find a ridiculous amount of pleasure in this question from you as he comments, his voice drawn out in a sing-song tone, "Nothing..."

You roll your eyes and tease, "What, some cute girl asked you out? Or, what, you heard Red Bull talking about some kind of terrible problem with their car? Or, what, you overheard the full and complete ultimate strategy of Ferrari in order to take us down?"

Lando's grin grows. "All of those things would be pretty great, but unfortunately, none of them are true. Simply, nothing at all is different," he comments, like the complete and utter dork he is.

How could Pedri ever think I'd chose this loser over him? you ask yourself in rueful disbelief.

"Alright, then don't tell me!" you say with a shrug, showing you really aren't going to waste any more energy with him.

"Good, because otherwise I might slip the secret!"

At this, your eyebrows furrow, but when you glance back at Lando, he waves his hand and adds, "You'll figure it out soon enough."

For a while, you ponder on what Lando could have been talking about, but soon you're putting on your helmet, and forgetting everything.

Because you have a chance to podium at your home race, and you intend to do it.

So you pull out on track. Drive the formation lap, entering the zone, letting everything but racing slip from your mind.

Feeling the pounding of your heart and the pulsing adreniline.

And then, before you know it, it's-

Lights out, and away we go!

"So, what place is that, then?" you question over the radio in the last lap.

"Uh, that's P2, Y/n. P2," comes the response back.

It hits you. "What? I didn't even know!" you laugh high, actually so shocked. "When did that happen?"

You hear your engineer laugh and say, "Do you want the whole run down of the race right now, or later?"

You laugh to yourself as you see the chequered flag waving ahead. "And Lando?"

"Uh, Lando go P3," answers your engineer.

"Wait, really? No way! Oh, yeah, I guess so, if I got P2!"

"Well, I'm starting to doubt you even drove the race, but if you did- great job today. That's a double podium for the team and some great points. Enjoy the podium."

You laugh to yourself and say, "I could only do it because of all the home fans cheering me on. The crowd is great!"

"Oh, and that's driver of the day, too."

"Yes! Vamos, baby. Great job, everyone, and thanks to everyone who voted for me."

When you get out of the car and flip up your visor, your heart is already pounding in your chest. Lando high fives you, and then gestures to the McLaren team, ready to greet their two drivers at the finish line.

But you can see the cheeky grin still lingering from before in Lando's eyes, and now you can see exactly why.

"Pedri?!" you scream with a (quite terrible) voice crack. Immediately you run to him, and he grabs you, taking you into his arms as you feel a couple hands from your teammates patting your shoulders and helmet in congratulations.

Pedri kisses your helmet, right where the little Spanish flag on it is. He's grinning, and says, right to you, "I'm so proud of you. And I'm sorry- I wanted it to be a surprise."

You grin and respond, "We can talk stuff over right now. Right now, I've got champagne to spray, no?"

Pedri grins back and nods in agreement. "Go for it."

In the cool down room, you corner Lando and snap, "So that's what you were being so smug about! Had you seen Pedri before the race?"

Lando grins and nods, sitting down in Max's P1 chair, not caring. "Yeah. He told me not to tell you about him being there. A surprise."

"He can speak enough English to tell you that?" You've, obviously, always just spoken to him in Spanish.

Lando chuckles and says, "Well, enough."

On the podium, when you pop the champagne, you spray it at Lando, and Lando sprays it back at you and Max. Adreniline and joy fills you as you then take a swig from the bottle and rub the stinging champagne from your eyes, feeling the wetness of it all over you.

Once you've gotten off the podium and are back in the garage, you spot Pedri, and immediately run to him. You wrap your arms around him and kiss his cheek, and say right away, "I'm so sorry, Pedri."

He hugs you back, but doesn't respond.

"I've been feeling so terrible about what happened all week... And then with the silent treatment, too..." You sigh. "I should have given you some time. I could have spared even fifteen minutes, and it would have been good for both of us. I was such an idiot, putting my own thing above you. And even if I had so much to do I couldn't spare some time for you, it was things I could still work on with you. I'm sorry. I was just being a petty idiot, and there's no reason for it."

Pedri hugs you tighter, and as you speak, it feels like there's a weight being lifted off your chest. But now it's Pedri's turn to let off the weight on his chest. "It's okay... I... I forgive you. Thank you. But I was an idiot, too. It's just... I know Norris is your friend, and I don't want you to stop having friends. It just hurts when I know you see him more than you see me. But I shouldn't have even implied you would intentionally put him over me. I'm just... It's hard not to get jealous, but I need to get better. Just... it'd be nice if you... well... if you can help it, don't constantly be hugging him and stuff, you know? But over all, I was an ass, and I'm sorry. I just took my jealousy and anger out when you said you were too busy- That was wrong of me. I'm sorry for not responding to your texts, too... The first few days, I was still too stuck in my thoughts to, but then I had the idea to surprise you at the Grand Prix, and... Well, were you surprised to see me?"

You smile softly, wholeheartedly accepting his apology and understanding his point of view much more after having a week of thinking and stressing over what had happened. But now you respond, "I was perfectly surprised. I'm so glad you came, Pedri, to see me..." Now you're beaming at him.

He grins back, stroking your cheek. "I'd never, ever miss my amazing racing girlfriend's home race!"

"I know, but..."

He comments, "It was an amazing drive. For you and Norris."

"Oh, quit calling him 'Norris'! He's my friend, which means he's yours, too, whether you like it or not!"

Pedri chuckles but accepts it. "Alright, alright. But now- am I allowed to treat Miss P2 to something sweet?"

"What do you have in mind?" you ask, raising an eyebrow.

He smirks and says with a wink, "It's a surprise. Are you okay with a second one for today?"

You laugh a little, but nod. "I don' know if anything could be better than simply the surprise of seeing your handsome face, but I suppose another surprise would be good."

"Alright, good. But first-" he leans in closer and says softer, "Don't I get a kiss from my little winner?"

You roll your eyes and say, "I'm neither little or a winner, not today."

"Ah, but you're little compared to me," he comments, referring to you being shorter than him, "and you've certainly won my heart."

"Ah, you're so cliché!" you snap, but lean in, cupping his cheeks, and give him a passionate post-race kiss.

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[siancore]

Second part to this fic.

A/N: This is from Bucky’s POV and takes place in the 1940s while Bucky is at war. Written in the form of V-Mail letters from Bucky to Steve. He wants to tell his best friend about meeting Sam and being smitten, but V-Mail was read and censored by military postal workers. Bucky could be dishonourably discharged and receive a court martial for being homosexual in the army. LGBT+ soldiers were given ‘blue tickets’ to discharge them from service because their ‘character was deemed undesirable’ — around 9,000 soldiers received a blue discharge during war times in the 40s. I hope this gives context to his correspondence. Thanks so much for continuing this journey with me. Enjoy!

Dear Steve,

They said these letters would get to their destination quicker and without much fuss. Better than regular old mail. I hope this finds you well. Hope you’re keeping out of trouble. It’s cold over here, but I don’t want to waste time talking about the weather. Stevie, I’m smitten, Pal. Just my luck to meet the sweetest Buttercup before I had to ship out. My Sweetheart has the prettiest brown eyes I ever did see, and a smile that’s as bright as the sun. Why can’t this world be a better place? Why can’t me and my Sweetheart settle down somewhere and live a nice life? I know there’s a war to be won, and things ain’t as simple as I would like them to be, but sometimes I just want something for myself. Sorry for going on and on. I’m maybe a little homesick. I wish you got to meet my Sweetheart before I left. You two would get on real swell. I miss you, buddy. Take care of yourself.

Yours truly,

J B Barnes.

Dear Steve,

I hope this letter finds you well and happy. Thank you for sending a letter back. I hope you had a nice time at dinner with my folks. My Ma sure does love feeding you. Thinks you’re too skinny, and I think she might be right.

We’re shipping out to the front in Italy tomorrow. My Ma is worried, and she has every right to be. From what the other fellows have said, we’re likely to see combat action real soon. Truth be told, I will be happy to join the fight. As you know, I’m not good sitting on my hands.

How is it being the most eligible bachelor in New York, New York? I bet the dames are lined up around the block for you. Just be yourself, Pal. You will find that special someone. I’m lucky to have found my Buttercup. Wish I had an address to write my Sweetheart. I only know the name of the locality: Delacroix, Louisiana. V-Mail must reach down South. All of the Southern boys are writing to their loved ones. I should at least try, don’t you think? I’m endlessly charmed by a Southern Beauty. Like I said before, Buddy: I am smitten. You will grow tired of my ramblings I’m sure.

Take good care of yourself. I’ll write again when we arrive.

Your Pal,

J B Barnes.

Dear Steve,

Thank you for the drawing pencils. I’ve been using them while waiting for directives. I’m sorry for not writing sooner. Camp life is tough. Feels like the rain ain’t stopped since we put boots on the ground. Some of the fellows in the 107th have fought some skirmishes, I am still waiting to see action. I know you said you found a way to be of service, I just want you to promise me you will be smart about it. Every little bit helps our cause, I just want you to be safe. I am proud of you no matter what you do. You have a good heart, my friend.

I appreciate your encouragement. I thought about writing my Buttercup, but I don’t think that would be a good idea. Different sensibilities down South, you see. My Sweetheart’s folks probably would not appreciate letters from a sergeant in our armed forces sending unsolicited letters to their unwed offspring. It is a different world in the Southern states I’ve been told, and I don’t want to cause my Sweetheart any grief. Dreams of pretty brown eyes and sunshine smiles will have to sustain me for now. At least I can write you and go on and on about my heart’s yearnings for a certain Southern Beauty. You are a good friend to me, Stevie. Thank you for never judging me. I will write again soon. Give my Ma a cuddle from me when you see her next.

Your friend and brother,

J B Barnes

Dear Steve,

Thank you for TWO letters and drawings. Your comic renditions made me smile. I’m sorry for the long wait in between letters. I have finally seen combat action. I am well. Did not get hurt. My Ma was so worried. Rebecca wrote me as well. All of your letters make me less homesick. It’s a different world over here, but I will not waste time retelling the horrors I’ve seen.

I hope your mission is going well. I am proud of you. I hope your date book is full and you are having a marvellous time.

My heart feels heavy. Would it be such a terrible thing for me to write my Sweetheart? Maybe my Sweetheart’s parents wouldn’t mind a soldier writing to their unwed s — child. I don’t want to cause a stir. I wish I at least had a photograph, though I probably don’t need one. My dreams are filled with brown eyes and high cheekbones. Pretty smiles and soft skin. You must think I’m a love struck fool, Stevie. HaHa! Maybe I am. But when two people have a connection like me and my Buttercup do, it reaches beyond the borders of nations. It stretches through time. I don’t have words to explain. Just know that your best friend is love sick and not any less of a man for admitting so.

I don’t know when I’ll be able to write again. Be sure to keep up with your medicines and treatments. Be safe and well.

Your Friend,

J B Barnes

P.S. Maybe when I return home, you might draw a rendition of my Sweetheart for me. I will pay you all of my hard earned money.

Dear Stevie,

I had to write this soon after my last letter, so you will probably get them around the same time.

I got new directives. We’re in the fight now. I just wanted to let you know not to worry too much about me if you don’t hear from me soon. I’ll be busy doing my part.

I won’t win the war until you get here, Pal. That’s a promise.

Signing off for now.

Your Brother in Arms,

Bucky Barnes

#sambucky #sambucky fanfic

[emmywrites-blog]

domestic bliss

pairing: tasm!peter x single mom!reader (both are twenty-two)

word count: 4.1k

genre: fluff

summary: raising a child on your own hadn't been easy, especially when going to school and working constantly. You had never thought pf putting your own feelings ahead of your son, but maybe this time, accepting a new boy into your life would be good.

warnings: cursing, "improper" speaking (childish speaking), pining, domestic peter, flirting

notes: i'm so sorry it's taken me so long to post the part two! i've been in the middle of moving house so i've been a bit busy. hope you enjoy!!

@ameliabs-world

part one | part two

The air outside was filled with moisture, the orange leaves that littered the ground were soaked, and the sky was an angry grey. There was a heavy fog enveloping the city, hugging it close and tight. It wasn’t unusual for autumn mornings to consist of mist and fog, and to some degree, you welcomed it. It was such a nice change from the disgustingly humid summer that had hit months prior. 

Your home on the other hand, specifically your kitchen, was lit up in a yellow glow due to the lights. It smelled of half-burnt coffee and pumpkin spice candles, specifically the one you had just blown out when Cooper tried to play with the melted wax. 

The candle was now on top of the fridge. 

You set down a glass of milk and a cheese croissant on the breakfast nook where he had managed to climb up, eagerly waiting for his breakfast. Morning’s like these were routine. You rushed around the house to get everything ready due to Jen and Katie already being at work, and Cooper patiently waited while eating. He was a good boy.

Just as you had started to pack his bag for school, shuffling around his books and toys to fit in his lunch, the doorbell rang loudly. 

You sighed heavily, running your hands through your hair in frustration before placing your hands on your scrub clad hips, “Coop, can you wait here for mommy?” You asked and looked over at your child, stuffing almost half of his croissant in his mouth while milk dribbled down his chin, “Hey, don’t choke. Haven’t touched the CPR classes yet.”

Your joke made Cooper giggle through fluffy pastry, despite not entirely knowing what you meant. He would give you laughs whenever something seemed slightly funny. 

A smile graced your very tired face and you turned around, your tennis shoes shuffling across the hardwood as you made your way to the front door. When you opened it, there was no one there, causing you to furrow your brows and look around. 

A thwip suddenly sounded and a blue and red blur quickly descended in front of you, causing your heart to nearly jump out of your chest, “I brought donuts.” 

You laid a hand across your chest and took a deep breath, closing your eyes for a moment, “Fudge, you almost gave me a heart attack!” You spoke to the superhero in front of you as he landed on his feet, holding out a teal box to you. 

Spider-Man stared in silence at you for a moment, tilting his head to the side, “Fudge?” He asked and then looked down at the box, “But, I thought you said donuts? I swear if you said fudge then I would have gotten fudge but I could have sworn you said donuts-”

“I said donuts.” You reassured and smiled softly, opening your door more for the male to come in, “I was censoring myself. In case you forgot, I have a five year old.” You mentioned, as though that was something he would forget. 

The man hummed and nodded, “Speaking of, where is the man of the hour?” He asked and you closed the door, nodding for him to follow you into the kitchen. Cooper’s eyes immediately landed on his new hero and eyes widened, “Hey buddy!”

You smiled and moved back over to the counter where you were packing Cooper’s lunch, “He can have half of a donut, no more. He already had a croissant and I don’t want to send him off to Ms. Denny with a sugar high,” You looked over your shoulder, locking eyes with the spandex clad superhero as he was attempting to sneak Cooper a whole donut, “Hey, what did I say?”

Both boys mumbled an apology while the older boy slipped off his gloves, breaking the donut in half. He handed one half to Cooper, earning an excited giggle. 

You zipped up Cooper’s backpack and set it on the ground before walking over, “I need you to do our routine, ready?” You asked the small boy who sat up straight, nodding quickly, “Okay. What are you?” You leaned your elbows on the counter separating you and your son. 

“‘M handsome, and smart, and kind.” Cooper responded with a wide smile, his eyes bright and happy. He knew this routine like the back of his hand. 

“And what will you do?” You questioned, feeling the eyes of the male at the end of the counter staring into the side of your head. 

Cooper took a sip of his milk before responding, “I will be polite, and helpful.”

“Mhm,” You hummed happily, always impressed at the way Cooper remembered, “And who is the most amazing boy in the word?”

“Me!” 

You leaned forward and trailed a few kisses all around Cooper’s face, “Exactly! Now, go wash your hands and brush your teeth, we’ve gotta go soon. What do you say to your friend?”

Cooper climbed out of the tall chair and rounded the counter to stare up at Spider-Man, “Thank you Mr. Spider-Man for the donut. Was yummy in my tummy!” He laughed before running down the hall, gently closing the door to the bathroom once he was inside. 

You just shook your head with a fond smile and picked up his dishes, walking to the sink so you could deposit them there. You rinsed them quickly and wiped your hands on a dish towel. 

“Do you do that every morning? The positivity and stuff?” The male in your kitchen asked, causing you to smile and nod, leaning back against the counter, “Wow…You keep surprising me, Y/N.”

You waved a dismissive hand, “I think it helps him with his confidence. I don’t want him to feel like he isn’t good enough or that he needs to fake who he is. Plus, it helps with his manners.” You explained and then raised a brow, “You, New York’s neighbourhood Spider-Man, is surprised by me?”

He let out a small laugh and nodded, “Yeah,” He mentioned before pushing up the bottom of his mask, exposing his pink lips so he could take a bite out of the half of a donut he was holding, “You’re just a really good person.”

Your heart swelled, feeling as though it grew in size, similarly to the Grinch, “I feel like you don’t usually buy donuts for the people you save.” You suggested and nodded to the teal box on your marble counter.

Spider-Man laughed and shrugged, “Only the ones I like.” He joked and smiled fondly, the way his lips quirked up now being exposed to you. From what you saw, he was attractive, really goddamn attractive. 

“You’ll buy me donuts but you won’t take off that little mask?” You challenged, hoping that you could possibly tease it out of him. 

You weren’t sure if asking him to take the mask off was a good idea, maybe it would scare him away and he would decide he could never come back, but maybe it was also worth a try. This man, whoever he was, had paid not only you, but your son so much attention. He acted like he had been there from the beginning, showing the utmost care and affection to the young boy. 

The male shifted to his other leg, causing you to believe that you had just ruined it all, that you had screwed it all up. But when he spoke, your worries dissipated like a crowd of grey clouds, “Oh, I have this policy where if I see you a third time, then you get to see my face. It’s just like this little rule so I know my fans are super dedicated.” The joke rolled off his tongue so casually, so effortlessly. You blushed at the way it made you giggle. 

“Fan? You think I’m a fan?” You folded your arms across your chest, shaking your head, “I’d say you’re the fan with how many times you’ve shown up. Unprompted, might I add.”

The man’s lips parted slightly and then pursed together, “Um, actually, I saved you and your son from a falling tree and then you invited me over for donuts, so it was very prompted.” He argued and you could feel the playful glare he was shooting your way. 

“Eat your donut you menace, I have a boy to get to school.” You laughed and walked past him, coming up to the bathroom door, “Coop, gotta hurry bud!”

“He’s playing with the rubber ducks you have in there.” You heard from behind you, “Super hearing.” 

You just groaned and knocked on the door, “Put the ducks down!”

After a few silent moments, the door swung open, revealing an utterly confused five year old, “How you know that?” He questioned and narrowed his eyes slightly, “Was you spyin’ on me?”

You shook your head and ruffled his hair, turning off the light before escorting him to the kitchen, “Mom’s just know everything.” You replied, letting the generational tale course through his brain like it had your own. 

The boy grumbled before moving over to pick up his bag, dragging it across the floor, “Can I wear the ‘range jacket today? Wanna match the outside.” 

You suppressed a smile, the cuteness threatening to make you turn into a puddle. You just nodded and grabbed his rain boots and orange jacket from the closet before returning, “Spidey, can you help him with this? I have to grab my bag.” 

Spider-Man immediately fixed his mask and nodded, “Of course, at your service.” He said and took the things from you, crouching down in front of Cooper, “Cool jacket.” 

Cooper giggled and lowered his voice as you walked to the living room, “I jus’ wear it ‘cause mommy says I look pretty as the outside. I hate ‘range.” He whispered while slipping his arms into the sleeves. 

The grown man could have sworn that he physically felt his heart swell at that, “Well, that’s very nice of you.” He complimented, zipping up the jacket.  

You walked back into the kitchen after picking up your bag for school, full of textbooks and studying supplies. You quickly pulled on your jacket before slinging the bag over your shoulder.

“Mom?” Cooper spoke up, causing you to look at him with a smile, “Are you walkin’ me to school today? Or do I has to take the bus?”

You frowned a bit and crouched down, sighing, “You have to take the bus buddy, I’m sorry. But Mrs. Garcia is gonna join you okay? She’s gonna be with you all the way to your stop and she’s going to make sure you’re okay.” You explained and pushed the boys hair out of his face. 

“Jus’ scary sometimes…” Cooper admitted and looked down at his hands. 

“I can take him.” Spider-Man spoke up from next to you, prompting both you and your son to look up at him, “I don’t mind, it’s on my way anyway. He might get a little bit of cred too.”

You rolled your eyes at the comment but smiled nonetheless, “You don’t have to do that, I already asked Mrs. Garcia and she said yes. I’m paying her anyway and I already gave her half the money.”

As you stood up, a strong hand was gently placed on your forearm, thumb rubbing soft circles, “Hey, I’ll take him, okay? I’ll find Mrs. Garcia on our way and let her know. Don’t worry about the money.” At your concerned expression at the mention of the money, he spoke up again, “I meant that I will get your money back.”

You just shook your head but you were interrupted by Cooper, “Mom, ‘M gonna miss my bus.” He stated simply, staring up at the both of you, “Say thank you to Mr. Spider-Man.”

Your jaw dropped slightly at your son using your own words against you, but the male’s voice from beside you warmed your body, “Yeah, say thank you to Mr. Spider-Man.” He said lowly. It wasn’t in a threatening way, no, it was flirtatious. 

You just shook your head and pushed both boys towards the front door, “I don’t like you two together.” You stated and grabbed your keys off of the hall table, “You take him to school, no jumping, no crawling, and definitely no swinging. Understand me?”

“Yes ma’am.” Spider-Man spoke before walking out the door, letting Cooper hold his significantly larger hand, “Take him to school the boring way.” 

“Exactly.”

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The sky was orange when you finally walked out of the campus building. It had rained almost all day, pelting the earth with fresh water, creating muddy puddles and earthy smells. It was just what you had expected, especially when the grey clouds became darker on your arrival to school. You pulled your phone out of your pocket and sighed softly when you saw a text from Jen, stating how she picked Cooper up from school and he was having a delicious mac n cheese dinner. 

You hated being away from him for so long during the day, and you hated not being able to drop him off or pick him up from school. It almost felt like you were failing sometimes. But, when you saw that lazy boy's smile or the way he perked up when you came home, it was all worth it. 

You quickly texted back that you were on your way home and shoved your phone back into your pocket. 

“Hey.” You heard the familiar voice speak behind you, lined with a smile. 

You turned, only to see a brunette male with a camera hanging around his neck and a skateboard under his arm. You furrowed your brows for a moment, looking around for the source of the voice, your eyes eventually landing back on the unfamiliar boy, “Um, hi. Did you need help or anything? Sorry I’m just heading home to my son, I can’t leave him for long.”

The man smiled softly and chewed on the inside of his cheek, “You never did thank me earlier.” He responded, shoving a hand into the pocket of his pants.

You looked around in confusion for a moment, an awkward and downright weary smile playing on your lips, “I’m sorry, I think you have the wrong person…” You said and then took a step back, wanting out of this situation as fast as possible, “I really have to go.”

Just as you turned and started to depart, the boy called out to you, “Mrs. Garcia didn’t mind! She thought it was pretty cool that I was taking Coop to school, even said she wants to get me to come babysit her grandsons. Babysitter by day, Spider-Man by night has a pretty good ring to it, huh?” His rambling continued on in an attempt to convince you that you hadn’t been hearing things. 

You slowly turned on your heel, eyes wide and lips parted, “Wow.”

A blush began to creep on the boy's cheeks, “Not quite the reaction I was expecting.” He whispered softly into the cold air, taking his bag off of his back so he could attach his skateboard to it. 

You shook your head and took a few steps towards him, holding up a hand, “No, no! It’s a good wow! An appreciative wow. I just wasn’t expecting you to be so young or…or so-”

“Awkward?” 

“Pretty.”

The boy's brown eyes widened and he quickly held out his hand, “I’m Peter. Please call me Peter.” He begged, shaking his head, “Not any more of this ‘Spider-Man’ shit.”

You slipped your soft hand into his more calloused one, shaking it gently and calmly, “It’s nice to finally know you, Peter.” You said and smiled through the corner of your mouth, “You gonna walk me home even out of your suit?”

Peter nodded and brought his hand to the small of your back, leading you down the sidewalk, “Definitely, yes.” He said and then laughed a bit, “You didn’t freak out.” 

You shrugged, looking up at the side of his face, examining his every feature, “Oh, I still have time to expose you to the Daily Bugle.” You playfully threatened, throwing the taller male a wink. 

He fake winced and shook his head, “Ah, won’t work, I sell Jameson photos. My word over yours.” 

You hummed and flicked your tongue along your bottom lip, “Mm, that’s okay. I’ll respect the three meeting policy.” You teased, nudging his side with your shoulder gently. 

Peter laughed, a genuine and whole laugh, “I made that policy up just for you.” He revealed, glancing down at you before his gaze focused back on the road in front of you both, “Dunno, thought it was worth it.”

“You barely know me, and you trusted me with your identity?” You asked, furrowing your brows together in confusion, “You’re not good at this whole double life thing, Peter.”

You both walked in comfortable silence, Peter’s hand lingering on your back. The streetlights illuminated the road, shining along the wet pavement with a yellow hue. There were cars speeding past you, distant honking and sirens sounding from across the city. The small stores that lined the street had a soft glow to them, radiating warmth in the cold night. 

Peter spoke after a few minutes, his voice soft and unwavering, “So, now that you know me and not you know, Spider-Man, I was hoping that maybe I could take you on a date?” He asked, hopeful as he gestured with his hand, “I know you have Cooper, but if you need help finding someone to look after him then I’m sure my Aunt May wouldn’t mind. I wanna take you out, really spend time with you.” 

You bit the inside of your cheek as a smile struck your face, a warm feeling bubbling inside of you, the feeling of Peter’s hand on your back now feeling as though it was burning through your clothes, “His Aunt Katie will watch him, if anything she’ll beg to.” You informed him and shyly intertwined your arms, resting your palm on Peter’s bicep, “I’d love to go out with you.” 

Peter looked at you, taking in every feature on your face. He watched how the streetlamps reflected in your eyes and the way you always seemed to have a small smile on your face, “Yeah?” He questioned, needing clarification in order to be excited. 

You weren’t one to go on many dates, not ever since you had Cooper. You may go on one every so often but they never lead to anything, no one stuck around long enough for you to care either. You usually had better things to worry about. 

“Yeah,” You whispered, nodding before clearing your throat, “But, I mean, it might sound silly but I don’t want Cooper to meet you yet. He knows you, but he knows you as Spider-Man, he doesn’t know you. And, I don’t want him to get attached or hopeful and this ends up fizzling out. I just don’t want to hurt his feelings. I can’t have him feeling like people just always leave him.” You were ranting at this point, attempting to get your point across while refusing to hurt Peter’s feelings. 

The brunette stopped and turned to you, lifting a hand to the side of your face, simply holding you with his other hand on your waist, “We take this at your pace, okay? You’re Cooper’s mom, I’m not trying to come in and take that relationship away or change it.” He admitted and smiled, his thumb gently running along your cheekbone, “He’s really cool though, can’t wait to meet him.”

“You can’t come over as Spider-Man anymore either.” You laughed and gazed into his eyes, searching them for any ounce of regret, “No more drop bys or donuts.”

Peter took your hand, intertwining your fingers as he started to walk towards your apartment again, “Deal.” He agreed, easily accepting your terms and conditions. 

He was making this so easy. You didn’t know how to react to him accepting your rules without any push back. You set the boundaries and he respected them without any questions. It made you hopeful. 

“So, you wanna give me your number? That way I can let you know when I’ve secured a day for Cooper?” You questioned, holding Peter’s hand happily in your own. 

“Oh yeah, that’s why you want my number, not any other reason.” Peter teased, a smirk cracking at his serious facade. 

You gave him a playful look before rolling your eyes, aiming your gaze in front of you, “You’re insufferable.” You stated simply, your tone holding that of calmness and familiarity instead of the hostility that may usually come with words like those. 

Peter just shook his head, that insufferable smile playing on his lips, gracing his face with such delicacy, “And you love it.” He retaliated proudly, confidently. 

Usually you would be opposed to the confidence, maybe even disgusted by it. You spent your time surrounding yourself with quiet and selfless people, and you already knew that Peter was selfless. Maybe the confidence just added to his appeal. He wasn’t cocky, or rude, he just wore his friendliness on his sleeve. 

As you turned the corner, coming up to your block, you grabbed Peter’s arm with your free hand and stopped him, closing your eyes softly, “Smell.” You told him, letting the calm breeze blow through your hair, picking up the curls effortlessly. 

“Smell? Are you trying to get me to smell the piss from the alleyway?” Peter questioned. You could feel his eyes on you, examining the profile of your face as though it was a crime report. His eyes scanned the curve of your nose and the plump of your lips. The way your chin softly peaked and connected to your neck.

You laughed softly, and opened your eyes to look at the brunette next to you, “No, just close your eyes and smell.” You prompted, giving his arm a quick shake before returning to your previous state. Eyes closed, breath steady. 

Peter did as you told him, closing his eyes and standing there on the corner of the street, your hands on his one arm while he attempted to figure out what you were smelling. The air was cool and damp, most likely from the rain that had been falling earlier. It had an earthy scent due to the wet dirt and the fallen leaves. All of this spread through the humid air, cleansing your nose of the bleach and cleaner you had been forced to smell during class. 

“It smells like rain.” You whispered, opening your eyes again, feeling so free in this moment. Your smile widened, “It smells like fall! The rain, and the dirt. God, it’s all so refreshing.” You pulled Peter again to continue walking.

Maybe you were biased due to your love for fall, considering your son had been born during October, his birthday having just passed. But, even as a kid you always relished in the auburn tones, finding comfort in the way the leaves would fall slowly from the trees, coating the path you walked on in a blanket of orange. Fall meant Halloween, and Halloween meant getting to be creative. You loved all of the fall traditions, even if they were silly. 

Peter just stayed quiet next to you, letting your excitement and happiness warm his body. He stayed that way for a few moments until you were doors away from your home, “I like how happy this all makes you.” He admitted. 

You turned your head to gaze at Peter, watching the sincere expression float on his face, “Me too. It’s nice to have something that kind of, calms me down.” You said and nodded to yourself, taking a few more steps towards your door. 

“You deserve it. You do so much.” Petter complimented, gesturing as he spoke with his free hand, “I mean, working and going to school, all while taking care of a kid by yourself? You deserve some time to yourself to regroup.” 

You smiled and walked up the stairs to your door, standing in front of it, “You’re right.” You started, looking at the brown eyed boy with sincerity, “That’s why I’ll be going out with you. Now, number time.”

Peter hummed and took his phone out of his pocket, unlocking it before handing it to you, “Do your worst.” He spoke, watching as you immediately went to his contacts and added in your number, typing in your name with a little smile next to it. 

You held the phone back out to him once you were finished and winked at him, “Enjoy.” You said softly.

“I will.”

#peter parker fic #peter parker x y/n #peter parker x reader #andrew peter parker #peter parker #andrew garfield spiderman #andrew garfield #the amazing spiderman

[hauntedpearl]

okay so here's the thing. i do genuinely think that queerbaiting as a word has lost all sense in today's social landscape, because like. people will look at canonically queer characters and cry queerbaiting just because they don't have like. a partner or something. (or talk about real people queerbaiting which is jusy. not going there. not touching that with a ten foot pole. pls stop.) which is not what it's about. largely, queerbaiting has always been more of a marketing thing than a story-thing. like it's not just where they're writing "canonically" non-queer characters in queer-adjacent scenarios, altho that does happen, but it's also about. writing characters in explicitly queer scenarios but not acknowledging the queerness with an INTENT TO KEEP THE QUEER AUDIENCES INVESTED, while not giving them what they're invested in.

and like. it's not easy to categorise media as queerbait without taking into account the social scenario surrounding the release of said media. like Star Trek is absolutely NOT queerbait. it's queercoding! (while I haven't watched the show myself, I've talked about it enough with my friends to gather as much.) at some point it is the writers trying to slip as much queerness in heavily censored media as they can without getting like. cancelled. which is not them baiting you. it's just them telling a story. and stranger things is not queerbait, because will is gay. whether or not he and Mike have a thing is just. that's a whole different thing. he's explicitly canonically gay. I don't care enough about the show to dissect the coding with Mike but what will experiences as a young kid coming to terms with his sexuality, and him falling for his best friend, and struggling to articulate his feelings, trying to reach out to his brother and failing...these are all just lived experiences of so many queer people. that's not baiting by any means. i mean you can say they're "byler baiting" bc maybe they are idk (I'm sorry I'm just. picking popular media to all about but I don't personally engage enough w it I'm so sorry) like they're kids yk but like. that's not queerbait!!!

and this brings me to supernatural which is probably the only show where I will call it queerbait just because I sense SUCH a, for the lack of a better word, sinister air around the whole destiel thing that it makes me want to put my head in an oven. There's just something INSANE about this show. I do think there were writers who wanted to genuinely give us a queer love story in some way and slipped in as much as they could within the bounds of censorship. and I do think there was so much accidental queercoding because many cooks in the kitchen resulted in this scenario where dean's performance is so very see-through and entirely breaks down even if some of those cooks intended for whatever dean does to be taken at face value. and then there's these episodes where you know those fuckers wanted you to keep watching bc you thought they were gonna make destiel real but they weren't gonna do that they were literally laughing at you they were throwing rocks at you and you still STOOD THERE TAKING IT because you COULD NOT be crazy like you are WATCHING THIS SHIT LIVE. AND YOU KNOW YOU'RE RIGHT.

it's like this. after despair. after s15. hell even after s12. (market research. oh god the market research.) i think a lot of the audience will probably be like. well. this is not queerbait anymore. and they'd probably be right because like. market research!!! and widower arc!!! and tombstone!!!! and domestic family shit in s14!!! the trap!! despair!! this is all just very much a love story. beats of a soap opera romantic drama even. but then you HAVE to consider the way they'd ridicule audience members for bringing up destiel being canon at cons. you have to consider them doing this for almost a year after the show ended even. and then it's like. well what was that about.

see I'm not very smart or articulate so I don't know if I'm conveying my thoughts properly here but what I'm trying to say is. queerbaiting is not about the story. it's never been about the story. it's about corporations trying to lasso in a new demographic without having to do the work to actually earn their attention in full.

like if you asked me if supernatural was canonically a queer show in terms of what was written i would say that it was complicated. because they do toe the line a lot..but there are many arcs which only make sense completely if you turn the rainbow beam on them. so TO ME it's a queer show but if anyone says it isn't I would not talk to them but I also wouldn't be able to refute them completely and that's the catch.

but like. if you asked me if it was queerbait, I would also say yes. because like. the people who forced the queer storylines to toe the line (the network execs I'm talking about the network execs only) wanted to reap the advantages of being an explicitly queer show while not doing anything to rescind the censorship that could make it one very easily.

AND LIKR.. THAT'S MY PERSPECTIVE ANYWAY. IDK ANYTHING ABOUT ANYTHING. SO WHATEVER.

#i might turn off rbs on this. but yeah #i got this reply on one of my tags a few days ago where someone got super mad that i called spn queerbait snd like. I don't. I DON'T LIKE #ONLINE DISCOURSE SO I DIDN'T SAY ANYTHING #by yeah #anyway my thoughts my two cents feel free to disagree w me it's fine #it's just a perspective #doe is talking again #queerbait discourse

[liannelara-dracula]

How would Carla feel if his s/o slept n@ked?

Hi Love,

Normally I'd just answer your ask but for censoring reasons I was worried it wouldn't show up in recent so I wrote down what you requested instead. Sorry about the wait. I hope you like it!

-Liannelara

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Warning: 18+

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💤Okay I know people don’t talk about this enough, especially with him bc he’s kinda neglected as a character but Carla is a sensual guy.

💤And that’s just facts.

💤Although I will say that unlike his brother he doesn’t point it out as much, but he still does.

💤To be honest with you it depends on what he’s feeling in that moment.

💤If you’ve had a rough day and he’s knows your exhausted he’d just k!ss your forehead and cover your body with a blanket.

💤“Your always so tempting even when you’re not awake.” He’d whisper before leaning over to k!ss your temple.

💤He’d move your hair out of your face with his hands.

💤His hands are larger than yours, but they are very gentle with you in times like this.

💤I want to make a post about all the diaboy’s hands now lol.

💤I feel like he had so many different moods with his s/o doing this like he’d even scold her about it if she was careless and had someone see her.

💤So Carla would be mad if she was n@ked and his brother saw her.

💤“A woman is not supposed to be indecent in front others, especially her partner’s brother. In my time, you’d be seen as a seduc!ng woman. It’s uncivil for a soon-to-be queen.”

💤 “Carla, I didn’t think he’d come into your room while I’d be sleeping. I thought he knew that you were here. Also you’re living in the past. People call this a privacy violation and Shin is just considered a peeping tom.”

💤He lifted your chin up and sm!rked, “Call it whatever you like, but it still makes you a lewd woman.”

💤“Carla!”

💤Honestly prefers that you’re n@ked bc he’s grown so used to it---he wouldn’t have it any other way.

💤He was a little surprised at first that you slept n@ked, but he didn’t see it as a bad thing.

💤Even if he says it’s uncivil, deep down he’s all for it.

💤Although if no one has walked in on you and you haven’t had a rough day, Carla is heavily provoked by your “invitation” and he won’t refuse.

💤If you are a light sleeper he’s in luck bc you will easily get up from your nap when he likes and he takes you on any surface.

💤However, if you are more of a heavy sleeper, he’ll have to use his magic to get you to wake up.

💤Usually he likes to wake you up by laying down next to you and k*ssing you till you wake up.

💤He will also subtly touch your hair and caress your face when you’re sleeping.

💤Carla will even whisper your name to get you to open your eyes, which usually does the trick and leads him to sm!rk at you.

💤Seconds later you’re under him, blushing, bc he’s pinning you down and you won’t be able to get out of this till you admit that you slept like that bc you wanted him.

💤Sometimes if he’s too tired to bother you about it he just sleeps beside you and puts the covers over the both of you.

💤I feel like he might sleep shirtless sometimes, tho this is a rare sight.

💤Most times he’ll wear long sleeves to go to bed.

💤Anyways the next morning when you are awake he’ll probably be sitting up in bed reading something, waiting for you to get up. And when you do he’s going to be a teas!ng a$$.

💤You sit up with the blanket barely covering you as puts his book down. He leans in, his fingers brush over your parted lips as he looks at you with a grin,“You know, as King of the Founders its usually women that do this who don’t catch my interest . . . But you’re the only dirty girl I’ll make an expection for.”

💤You’d blush at this and before you could speak he’d pull you in to k!ss you and then expose you by removing the covers from your body.

💤He’d end up having some fun with you in the morning.

💤Typically tho another reason you may sleep n@ked is because you have had s*x but there he is n@ked as well.

💤I could never see him as the type of person who puts his clothes back on from that.

💤He’s just not the type after that he likes to cuddle up close to his gf and fall asleep with her.

💤He’s not like Ayato.

💤Overall, Carla generally enjoys this about his s/o and finds it as a way for him to tea$e her.

💤 It really attacts him and keeps him interested.

💤Especially if you didn’t seem like the type of person to do that, he’s caught off guard but likes the surprise ngl.

💤But if Shin walks in on you two getting intimate and in the state you’re in, Carla’s definitely going to be upset.

💤“Nii-san, are you in here? I needed-,” Shin would stop mid sentence, shocked at the scene but a sm!rk soon replaced that. “Ohh, I had no idea you were with a woman. I guess this can wait until later. Have fun, brother.”

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#diabolik lovers carla #diabolik lovers #anime #diabolik lovers headcanons #carla tsukinami #tsukinami carla #anime headcanons #dialovers #diaboys #diabolik brothers #diahell #anime requests

[zelda-cooper]

Thoughts, Headcanons and Comments on Liquidator (My AU).

This here is more of a commentary blog and maybe a rant, it can also be considered as a headcanon blog and also for Liquidator fans like me. Maybe I'll make the others Fearsome Five/Four, but I'll see about it... For those who want to, they can read it as they wish, but I'm already advancing that it's LONG and will have some low-level words (I'll censor it, but it's still worth it).

I was watching Avatar these days while I was doing some drawings and I ended up realizing something that could kind of be used for Liquidator from Darkwing Duck... I thought something like this: "Calm down there, the water dog there is pure water... He was basically going to M@SS@CR@TE DWD with his powers alone! HOW THE F*CK DID THEY NOT EXPLORE MORE OF HIS POWERS?!?! LOOK AT THESE WATER BENDERS!!! WOULD KILL THE DARKWING DUCK EASY!!!"

It was just like that... Only mentally...

But my point is... I understand very well that the series is a comedy, it shouldn't have that much budget for the series (correct me if I'm wrong) and it would probably take forever to animate moving water. But, man... LIQUIDATOR HAD ONLY ONE EPISODE OF HIS OWN AND THE OTHERWISE WAS ONLY WITH THE FEARSOME FIVE!!! SOME OF THE FANS DON'T EVEN PUT HIM ON DARKWING DUCK VILLAIN LISTS!!!! WHAT IT IS?!?! AHHHHHH-

*takes a deep breath*.... Sorry, my Liquidator fan side got pissed off. But I think you get my point. I don't know if ALL Dator fans will agree, but it's kind of my thought. Let's face it, Liquidator is already strong considering the dog IS PURE WATER, which makes it intangible. In fact, I suspect that even then, you can attack him. The Sandman, one of Spider-Man's villains, is sand, but he can be attacked and have his limbs like arms and hands shredded with specific attacks.

(I didn't find a Gif showing this, so settle for that one. It could even be good to be this scene after Liquidator fell into the water tank...)

And we've ALREADY seen him manipulating water and CHANGING its states. He heated the water to the boiling point, it evaporated and he was good and he TURNED THE FUCKING SAINT CANARIAN OCEAN INTO A YELLOW BORBERCHUDY STUFF!!! (I guess it was some kind of resin or rubber, but I interpret it to be some kind of resin anyway)

But I think the writers forgot about his skills... I think it was to reduce the water dog's power, the villain was a bit stolen. But here are some thoughts of mine... I think it, itself, doesn't exactly control just water. This is MY headcanon, so you may disagree, but Dator controls her liquid and CHEMICAL components more. Let's face it, NOBODY knows what he put in the water tanks, but it was probably random chemicals so basically he's melting in that scene (and in the end he went swimming there to see if it worked... Because of Darkwing Duck... ). Let's face it, if he created resin in an OCEAN, he can make other compositions like acid or even glue. I'm not good at chemistry, but I don't find it difficult... To be honest, if Dator was stolen like that... I'd love to see it!

But obviously... Let's have LIMITS!!! And the first is... He's water, people... One of the points I liked most about his solo episode is the way he was defeated, which is coherent. Use cement powder! That basically left him a statue... He came back, but still (What I didn't think was cool was that they turned him into Jell-O in Justice Ducks, that was pathetic, it's diminishing the character's morals, in terms of comedy, it's got some laughs, but... no). There is another point that is also... He still feels tired, that is, if he uses too much he faints. He doesn't necessarily have to sleep (yes, he sleeps in my AU...), but a five minute break or an hour maybe. And the last one, this one is more specific, would be high sound frequencies. For those who are fans of DC, take the Black Canary, for fans of Ben 10, several of his aliens with sound powers. And that really loud sound frequency. This makes his form fall apart.

So the main weaknesses, um... Cement just in case the situation gets tough, if he uses his powers too much he gets tired and any weapon or high frequency sound powers dismantles his form.

I have more to say about my headcanons than my water dog, but I'll stop here so I don't have to make such a big bible. But, for those who like my drawings, here's one of my Sona with Liquidator. That's it... BYE!!!

(I don't think he likes me...)

(Inspired by this here!)

#liquidator #bud flud #darkwing duck #darkwing duck au #ducktales #darkwing duck purple union #waterbending #nega liquidator #fearsome five #fearsome four

[canirove]

Meu Amor | Chapter 16

Author's note: The first part of this chapter was written last week because, let's be honest... That Nike photo was too good to not use it somehow 🤷🏼‍♀️😅

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"I need to ask you for a favour" Rúben says when he's done with his phone call.

"Ok" I say, putting down my book.

"I need you to help me with some last minute work stuff. But I first need to go into the city to pick what I need. Do you want to come?"

"Can we stop at that bakery from the other day? I'm craving something sweet and here in Portugal you have so many options."

"You are... craving?"

"Yes, I'm... Oh, no no no. Not like that. It's not like that" I quickly say, noticing how wide Ruben's eyes have gone. "I actually got my period this morning, that's why I'm in the mood to eat my weight in chocolate or anything similar."

"Oh, ok. Sorry" he chuckles. "We'll stop at the bakery, then. And if you need anything else, just let me know."

"I'll probably need a nap after lunch. While cuddling."

"Your whishes are my commands, meu amor."

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"You can't be serious" I whisper to Rúben. "You want me to take a photo of you... wearing that?"

"Not this one, I don't like the colour" he says, looking at the underwear on his hands. When he said we were coming to the Nike shop, I thought it was to get some work out clothes, not... This.

"Whatever the colour you wear, do you really expect me to take a proper photo of you on your underwear? Me? And when my hormones are throwing a party and making me think... Things?"

"You've done it before" he shrugs. "And you are constantly thinking... Things."

"But those photos were just for me. Us. Not for the world to see. And did you just call me horny?"

"Are you not?" he says, arching an eyebrow.

"I... You... Idiot" I say, hitting his arm. Oh God, his arm. His big and strong arm and... Maybe he is right. Maybe I am constantly thinking things. But it is his fault.

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"Ok, so... How do we do it?"

"They said something casual, and the logo has to be seen."

"As if anyone is gonna pay attention to the logo" I snort.

"Someone will" Ruben smirks. "I thought I could sit over there and do some abs? That corner of the garden looks nice."

"Again. No one is gonna pay attention to the background."

"You are not helping, meu amor."

"Hey, you knew what you were getting when you asked me to do this" I shrug. "And you are lucky I'm dying inside, because if I wasn't, I would have already thrown myself at you."

"We can leave this for later if you are in pain" he says with a concerned look while putting a lock of hair behind my ear. Why is he so cute?

"I'm fine, don't worry. And the sooner we do this, the sooner I can eat that chocolate thing I bought while you give me cuddles."

"Ok" he chuckles, giving my nose a little kiss. Too cute. "Does this look good?" he says, getting into position.

"The light is perfect" I say, already taking some photos. "But you always look good, Rúben. Always"

"Thank you, meu amor" he says with a big smile, looking directly into the camera while I take another photo. I am keeping that one for myself.

"And?" he says after a bit, putting his arms on the grass and leaning back, looking glorious.

"One minute" I say, taking as many photos of him on that position as I can. "The logo isn't properly showing, tho."

"Shit" he says. And when he moves to make sure everything is in place... That's our photo. We got it.

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"This is it. You are gonna break Instagram when you share this. And Tumblr. And Twitter. It should be posted with a warning. They may even censor it!" I say before giving my chocolate pastry another huge bite. My God, it tastes so good.

"Are you sure, meu amor?" he says, looking at the photo. "Nike has to say yes first."

"They will say yes. If they don't, they should go check their sight. It is perfect, Rúben. Casual like they wanted, and you can see the product. The underwear is there too, I guess."

That makes him laugh, and I just shrug. I don't think anyone will disagree with me.

"Do I hit send, then?" he asks.

"Do it. And if they don't like it, I'll frame it and put it on my bedside table."

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"I thought you weren't going to make it!" I say when I see Taylor and Charlie at the airport.

"I know, I know. I'm not flying with that company ever again" she says, giving me a hug. "Where is Mr. Dias?"

"Outside on a phone call."

"I was hoping his big and strong arms would carry my suitcase."

"Hey!" Charlie says.

"As if you didn't droll over them too" Taylor says with a cheeky smile.

"My brother and my mum also do it" I shrug. "But c'mon, you are probably dying to get a shower and eat something."

"And to see that gorgeous house where we are staying. Does Rúben has bad taste picking anything?"

"Just the club he plays for" I laugh.

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"That was the best dinner I've ever had. Thank you, Rúben" Charlie says.

"You're welcome" he replies with a smile.

"Now that our bellies are full and we all are happy," Taylor says "I think it's time Charlie and I shared some news with you two."

"Go ahead, you tell them" Charlie says.

"Ok. So, by the end of the year, maybe the beginning depending on how they are feeling... Someone else will be joining us!"

"Someone else?" I say. "Wait! No! Are you...?"

"Yep. I'm pregnant!"

"Oh my God, Taylor!" I say, getting up of my chair faster than ever and going to give her a hug. "Oh my God, you are pregnant! How? When?"

"I think you are pretty familiar with the how" she says with a smirk, looking at Rúben. "And when, almost 4 months ago."

"I... Wow. I'm so happy for you two. Truly" I say, starting to get emotional.

"You are gonna be the best aunt. And you the best uncle if you want" she says, giving Rúben another look.

"It'll be an honor, thank you. And congratulations" he says, also getting up and giving Charlie a hug.

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"I still can't believe Taylor is pregnant" I say as I get in bed and tuck myself next to Rúben. "She's always liked kids, but she never mentioned anything about wanting them. I mean, she still doesn't like calling Charlie her boyfriend."

"Does he call her his girlfriend?"

"I'm not sure."

"Well, whatever they have going on, it works for them and they are happy."

"They are" I say. "But... Wow. Taylor is going to be a mum."

"Do you want to be a mum one day?"

"Are we really having this conversation?" I chuckle.

"Why not? I'm not gonna ask you to marry me tomorrow and start making babies, we need more practice."

"A lot more of practice."

"A lot more" he says with a cheeky smile. "But you know me, I want to do things right. So I want to know where do you stand regarding all these things."

"I know I want to be a mum one day. But I also know there are things I need to do first. Goals I want to achieve."

"Work related?"

"Yes. I don't know yet if behind or in front of the camera. But I don't want to stay as just an assistant. I want more."

"Good. How many kids do you want?"

"I don't know. But at least two. I want them to have someone to play with and always be by their side. You?"

"Same. But I wouldn't mind having three or four."

"Of course you wouldn't" I say, rolling my eyes. "You don't have to carry them inside you for 9 months and then give birth to them."

"True. You should have the last word" he says, kissing my head. "Let's settle on two and then whatever happens."

"Ok. And thank you."

"Do you want to get married? Before or after the kids? Religious or not?"

"Rúben" I laugh again.

"What?"

"You do like planning everything, don't you?"

"I do, yes. You should already know how throughout I'm with everything. Just like you."

"I should, yeah. And... I guess I don't mind if it's before or after, religious or not. Those things aren't that important to me. What matters is that it happens with the man I love and the one I want to spend the rest of my life with."

"Aww, look at you. Who thought you could say romantic things" Rúben says, teasing me.

"Rude" I say, hitting him on the chest. Ugh, his chest.

"But whoever that man is, he is a very lucky one."

"You tell me" I say, moving to look him in the eyes. "Because you are the man I was thinking about when I said that."

"Really?" he says, his hand on my face, caressing my cheek.

"Really. I love you, Rúben. I love you like I've never loved anyone before. I don't know when we will get married or have kids. Or even if those things will happen. But what I do know, what I have zero doubts about... Is that whatever happens and whatever the future holds, I want it all to happen with you by my side. You and only you."

"I love you too, meu amor" he says, kissing me in a way that tells me that he feels the same as I do.

#ruben dias #ruben dias imagine #ruben dias x reader #ruben dias fanfic #football fanfic #football imagine

[justhere4kpop]

~Beautiful Stranger~

Chapter 2: We Have a Winner

Pairing: Yunho x Reader. (The guys are involved at some point too but not romantically.) NonIdol! AU

Description: A lonely perpetually single grad student working at a museum is approached by a handsome man, he looks expensive. Maybe this is your chance to get swept off your feet. Maybe he wants something else.

Warnings: I don't censor myself so I don't censor the characters, so Language warning. Let me know if I missed anything.

taglist: @legohwa, @hwaightme, @starillusion13

w/c: 1964

a/n: A shorter chapter but I felt it worked well. Don't worry still a lot more to come!

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It’s been about a month since that date. I should really stop thinking about him, he obviously didn’t like it and that’s fine.

“Is it really fine if you cried for 3 days?” Becka looked at me.

“Well I can’t just force the actual man of my dreams to like me back, Woo said he won’t even talk about it…am I really that bad? Wooyoung told me he didn’t want to talk about the date…let alone talk about me.”

“No…oh babes come here. Guys are ugly and stupid, you did nothing wrong he asked you about work and you answered.”

“Speak for yourself” Will said grabbing a drink from the fridge.

“Yeah but maybe I went too in depth with what I do.” I sighed brushing my hair back. “I should just…forget it and move on.”

“You don’t have to. It’s okay to be upset.”

“I know.” I sighed and got up. “I have to go anyway, class project is due and I need studio space to work on it.”

I left putting on the coat he gave me…I forgot I still had it, if I see Wooyoung today I’ll give it back to him. I hopped on the train and put on some music, getting a little lost in thought for a while. A couple sat across from me…great…and of course they had to be as cute as they could, curled up into each other. This is torture. Modern Day Torture. Getting off at my stop I made my way down the familiar path to the school and went to the art space. I look down for one second to change the song and immediately run into someone sending myself falling backwards.

“I’m so sorry!” we both said in unison. I pulled my headphones out.

“I should’ve been looking, I'm so….Yunho?”I looked up to see the very man I was trying to avoid thinking about.

“Y/n.” he looked a bit stunned but helped me up anyways.

“Hi, sorry I um…I should’ve looked up I…Oh” I shrugged off the coat. “I meant to give this back to Wooyoung and I-”

“Keep it.” he waved his hand. “I have plenty and it looks good on you. Do you know which way is the art building?”

“Oh I’m…I’m going that way I can show you.”

We walked together in silence, I could feel myself biting back tears and words. This is actual torture. Thankfully the building was only about 5 minutes from where we were.

“Did I…Did I do something wrong?” I blurt out.

“Huh? No?” He looked at me confused.

“You just…you haven’t said anything and I..Yunho to be honest that was the nicest date I’ve ever been on and I thought you had a good time but if I talked about work and school too much please just let me know because I promise not to do it again if you’d just let me-” he cut me off with a kiss.

“No y/n..you didn’t do anything wrong, I loved hearing about your life. I still love hearing about it. Y/n, you’re all I can think about right now, your smile, your laugh…the way your nose crinkles when you laugh a little too hard. The dress you wore. How you look in my coat…it’s all so new to me that it..it scares me. I don’t normally think about things that aren’t my job and it’s been a long time since I went on a date and even longer since I had fun on one. It just scares me that I already like you so much.” his thumb rubbed over my cheek. 

“DID I JUST SEE WHAT I THINK I SAW!?” The raven haired boy screeched. “YUNHO!”

Here we go again.

“I’d like to take you out for lunch if you’d let me.” Yunho smiled when Wooyoung left the room.

“I don’t know are you actually going to call me this time?” I quipped back at him.

“Only if you give me your number beautiful.” he chuckled.

“Promise you’ll use it?” I chuckled back and wrote it down handing it to him.

“It’ll be with my most expensive pieces.”

“Oh? Art collector even. I’d like to see it some day.”

“I have some pretty great ones up, you’d like them.” he winked.

“Okay you’re gross go away.” Wooyoung came back. “I step away for a minute to get some water and you two are basically fucking-”

“We’re literally flirting you’re so dramatic.” I rolled my eyes.

“Oh are we now?” Yunho joked. “I thought this was a pleasant conversation.”

“You’re the worst one of all, its like you think you’re some kind of pick up artist.” I giggled.

“Oh now it’s not that bad.”

“You’re practically one line away from ‘If I could rearrange the alphabet I’d put U and I together.’ buddy.” I let out a bigger laugh and Wooyoung fell off his chair he let out a laugh. “What’re you working on so late anyways Woo?”

“Oh just trying to paint that one you like so much. The Gaugain. Oil paints are so hard though I don’t know how he did it.”

“Here I can help, I know the medium okay enough.” I got up from my chair, Yunho had gone silent and pulled out his phone. Probably an important email, he said he works in business if I remember correctly. “Yeah what I like is that they blend nicely and don’t loose any pigment saturation when they’re dry, so they look the same, however they take a while to dry, but oil paints also instantly add value because they look professional. They’re also easier to use for beginners.”

“What are you trying to say ma'am?” Wooyoung looked at me like I insulted his little brother.

“You suck.” I shrugged and laughed.

“Yunho get your girlfriend.”

“Hey it was one date!” we both yelled at him.

“Only one? And you’ve been hung up on her for a month? Man y/n you have some serious game.” Wooyoung joked.

“He has not been.” I pushed him

“You haven’t heard him, I live with him.”

“You do not, you all come bother me at my house.” Yunho sighed.

“We have business meetings quite often at yours.” he received a swift punch in the arm. “Ow!”

“Your friends all work with you?” I chuckled. “I know the feeling it’s how I met my roommates.”

“Yeah, we all work together, although Wooyoung is just part-time through grad school.”

“I’d like to meet them sometime Wooyoung.” I nudged him.

“You’ve met San and Yeosang before.”

“Yes but you make it seem like there's others.”

“There are, a whole gang of us practically.” Wooyoung received another punch in the arm. “Stop hitting me!”

“Stop making us sound like criminals!” Yunho laughed at him.

“Okay okay. Geez now I can’t even lift a paintbrush.”

I spent some time trying to figure out what I wanted to make my piece for the end of the year. I wrote a few ideas in the notebook I had but I never seem to like them, I’m always so envious of people who can figure out what they want to do right off the bat, I didn’t even know I wanted to do anything art related until I was in high school, and even then it was last minute.

“What’re you working on?” Yunho peaked over my shoulder.

“I’m trying to figure out what to do for the showcase at the end of the year, we all put in a piece we work on the hardest and the department critiques it and yeah…you get graded on it too but it’s not like…I don’t know they can tell how much effort gets put in and stuff.” I looked up at him and his very close face. “Hi.”

“Hi” he smiled. “Any ideas so far?”

“N-No…not really.”

“I’m sure you’ll think of something great.” he kissed my cheek. “How about that lunch that I owe you then hm?” he stood up and offered his hand

“Oh..sure.” I took it and stood.

“Where are we going?” Wooyoung perked up.

“You’re not invited.” Yunho looked at him. “It’s a date.”

“Lame.” he groaned.

Lunch was more relaxed than our first date at least, it was a cute little local shop that did sandwiches and a few other things, we took our food and went to the park and just, spent some time together. I could get used to looking at this handsome man all the time. We sat there and watched the clouds while he told me a little bit about himself, like where he’s from, how many family members he has, you know the basics, he didn’t specifically say what his job is just that he collects art and deals in business…he says its mostly boring stuff, not that interesting…sounds like he’s secretly a Mobster to me. 

“What are you laughing at?” he smiled.

“You sound like you work for the Mafia.” I smiled. “Hey didn’t I say the second date was on me, why’d you pay for this?”

“I think I owe you that much for ignoring you for a month.”

“Okay fair but seriously..next one is on me.” I nudged him.

“I’ll hold you to it.” he smiled at me.

“Oh shit!” I got up quickly. “I’m going to be late for work, oh crap and my train already left.”

“Let me take you to work” Yunho got up.

“No no it’s fine I’ll…I’ll call them and tell them I’ll be late it’ll be fine. Oh crap I can’t believe I lost track of time.”

“Hey at least we had fun doing it, seriously…let me take you to work.” he smiled and took my hand leading me to that same very expensive very nice car.

“Are you sure?”

“I’m very sure.”

“I can…at least get you in for free today if you’d like. We’re setting up for the new exhibition coming in town soon and…oh man I can’t believe I’m late.”

“It’ll be okay, maybe I’ll take you up on that offer someday.”

“Anytime you want seriously.”

He dropped me off and I made it just in time…for Liz to see me getting out of his car.

“y/n!? Is that you?!” she called out.

“Oh god. Okay see you later, don’t worry just…trust me you aren’t ready to meet my roommate.” I nodded.

“I’ll text you.” he smiled and looked at me.

“Yeah I’ll text back.” I smiled gently at him. He is really cute.

He drove off and of course here I am getting interrogated by my best friend at the desk while trying to do work. Oh god this is going to be a long day, she’s probably told Becka already and now I’m screwed when I go home, they’re going to be up all night asking me questions. 

“Ladies, I hope you remember the Gala is coming up soon, company should be sending out invites this week.” Our boss Marcus looked at us.

“Can we bring a plus one again?” Liz looked up. “Will loves coming to them.”

“It’ll say on the invite but I believe partners are allowed, however if you’d like to work instead it is double pay that day.” he smiled at me.

“Well I-I might bring someone this time, I don’t know….he likes art.” I shrugged. 

Who am I kidding I can’t invite him we’ve been on a date and a half, I’m just So SICK of everyone flaunting their relationships and not working couples events and ugh I just, I want to show that I’m not some lonely hag they think I am! I have a cute guy I’m talking to it’s not like I’m completely hopeless! I’m amazing ok!

I’ll ask him….eventually….maybe….someday.

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#ateez yunho #yunho x y/n #yunho x reader #yunho #ateez fic #ateez fanfic #ateez x reader #my writing #beautiful stranger

[cordiiceps]

TASK 04: PLAYLIST.

listen to the full playlist here.

NO SAVE POINT - RUN THE JEWELS. wiser men than us been crushed to fine dust. when the fortune cookie tell me i'm fucked, i just shrug. a note like a broken electrical pulse hum. for the done, for the scum of the circuitry on the run. haven't seen thе sun with the naked eyе much. so the neon is my god and it shine on the numb. hop off of the bike, gun cocked, okay, ready. work ain't been too steady, i'm headed for something heavy. if you got the credits, i'll pull the crime of the century.

HUMAN - ANAVAE. i want to skin you alive. i want to wear your flesh like a costume. i want to skin you alive. i want to be, i want to be human.

FIGHT LIKE A GIRL - ZOLITA. i will sleep when i'm dead. a revolution's waking up in my head. you wanna listen what a real girl said. it's a woman's world. boy i'll stop you right there. keep tryna shake me but i really don't care. you wanna listen what a real girl said? it's a woman's world. ain't nobody tell me what to do what to do no. you know i've been breaking all the rules, all the rules oh. man i really feel like a woman though. man i really feel like a woman. i got a lot to say. no time to play, ay, i'm coming for ya. i'll be standing tall. while i watch you fall, ay, you know. i'm coming for ya. if you didn't know i fight like a girl, fight like a girl.

WHAT'S UP DANGER - BLACKWAY FT BLACK CAVIAR. 'cause i like high chances that i might lose. i like it all on the edge just like you, ayy. i like tall buildings so i can leap off of 'em. i go hard wit' it no matter how dark it is. i'm insane but on my toes. i could keep the world balanced on my nose. i had a slumber party wit' all my foes. now i wear them like a badge of honor on my clothes. if i'm crazy, i'm on my own. if i'm waitin', it's on my throne. if i sound lazy, just ignore my tone. 'cause i'm always gonna answer when you call my phone. / don-don't be a stranger. what's up, danger?

LIPPY - XOXOMYAH. you can’t censor this. i’m not cautious. and i don’t fuck around. with them bitches, they switching. wishing, they were someone different. they heard that i visit. but i live it. i’ve always been a misfit. always getting into shit. but i’m finna make it. i get into trouble, i know it. follows me everywhere i go.

MOSH PIT - COOK THUGLESS. off-white, punch drunk, dumb lit. i'mma turn this party to a mosh pit. off course, jump shit, dumb lit. i'mma turn this party to a mosh pit.

NIGHTMARE - SCARLET CITY FT. ANXXIETY. i, i keep a record of the wreckage of my life. i gotta recognize the weapon in my mind. they talk shit, but i love it every time. and i realize. i've tasted blood and it is sweet. i've had the rug pulled beneath my feet. i've trusted lies and trusted men. broke down and put myself back together again. stared in the mirror and punched it to shatters. collected the pieces and picked out a daggеr. i've pinched my skin in between my two fingеrs. and wished i could cut some parts off with some scissors. "come on, little lady, give us a smile". no, i ain't got nothin' to smile about. i got no one to smile for, i've waited a while for a moment to say i don't owe you a goddamn thing.

IDEAS - AU/RA. bite your tongue. don't you know how wild these thoughts will run? / don't put ideas in my head. because the deeper they get, the more i like it.

22s - KOKO FT. NINA CHUBA & DILLISTONE. huntin' a good vibe at the baddest times. i'd kick the bucket just to see the other side. screw your rules, i roll the dice a hundred times. make a deal to give me snake eyes. i'm happy with a room-temp vodka. never ever really needed ice. i'm there for the rush, don't stop me. i want dopamine, no price tags. i'm best under pressure. a walkin' dilemma. my answer, "whatever," don't care 'bout the question. i do this forever and ever. / sorry it's too much for you, catchin' all my twenty-twos. i'm dynamite, i fuck up your glass house. ain't no matter what i do, keep on catchin' twenty-twos. i'm one hundred percent what you don't want.

POWER - J.POLLOCK FT. SVRCINA. when you think i’m losing it i might be. does it look like i don’t know what i’m doing? just maybe i stumbled upon the magic. found me in all the tragic. when you think i’m losing it. crawling out of my head. getting back in my body. gonna do what i want and i won’t say sorry. gonna take up space. gonna claim what i make. cause this is where i find my power.

DESPICABLE - GRANDSON. one day you will understand why i pushed you away as i ran. and you will find a better man than i am. trust, i'm doing you a favor, doing you a favor. despicable, i'm just a bottom feeder. i'm despicable, i ain't never been a keeper. i'm despicable, love her then i leave her. and if i were you, i wouldn't love me neither. said if i were you, i wouldn't love me neither.

BULLETPROOF - LA ROUX. burning bridges shore to shore. i break away from something more. / been there, done that, messed around. i'm having fun, don't put me down. been there, done that, messed around. i'm having fun, don't put me down. / this time, baby, i'll be bulletproof.

TAKE YOU DOWN - SHYLOOM FT. FJORA. do you feel my fire growing fast? it'll be the last thing. it'll be the last. there is something in the dark. there is something here. big sharpened teeth. there is something going on. make you wish you never looked at me.

MY WAY - PVRIS. if there's a war, i'm gonna conquer it. don't give a fuck about a consequence. if i'm on the edge, i'm going over it. spin around, russian roulette. razor-sharp teeth, i bite bullets. i don't hesitate, just take, take, take the risk. / my sweat, my blood, my pain. my, my, my way. my fear, my fire, my flame.

#( s.f. ) tasks.

[honeyjars-sims]

2.12 Sneaking Around

[Chantal and Nico are having s*x a good time in a supply closet at work. Afterward, they talk]

Nico: Hopefully no one heard anything. We got a bit loud.

Chantal: Yeah, we did. You know, Nico, I’m really enjoying this and everything, but maybe it would be easier if we just met up at one of our places after work? So we don’t have to sneak around?

Nico: Don’t you think sneaking around can be pretty exciting, though? Besides, it’s best we keep things as discreet as possible for now.

Chantal: And having sex in a supply closet at work is the best way to accomplish that?

Nico: I know, it’s not ideal. If my will was stronger, I’d have more self control than that. But then I see that body and start imagining putting you up against the wall, and well…we end up down here.

Chantal: I kind of thought we would be past just hooking up already.

Nico: I know, and I’m so sorry for that. I promise, things will be different soon. I’m just too busy right now to meet up outside of work. You’re always so understanding. I’m sure you don’t mind holding on for a little while longer before we move things forward with us, right?

Chantal: Yeah, I guess I can wait if you need me to.

Nico: I appreciate that, really. There’s just a lot on the line for me. I know how it might look to someone else…you know, older boss with his young employee. They might not understand our dynamic. You haven’t told anyone about us, have you?

Chantal: No, I haven’t mentioned it to anyone.

Nico: I figured not. You’re a smart girl. I’m not saying we have to keep it a secret forever. It’s just best to lay low until you’ve had more time to establish yourself. 

Chantal: Yeah, that makes sense. People jump to all kinds of conclusions without knowing the facts.

Nico: Exactly. Let’s just be mindful not to interact too much outside of normal work talk. And I’ll try my best to behave while we’re working. Oh, before I forget, I have some notes for your latest article that I’ll be sending your way. Look them over and make the requested changes. I’d appreciate your promptness with that.

Chantal: Sure, I’ll make that my top priority.

Nico: Thanks, Chantal. By the way…you were really good today. I’m going to be thinking about what we just did for a long time.

Chantal: Thanks, you were pretty good yourself.

[Chantal receives an e-mail notification on her phone which seems to have been sent from a temporary email address. The listed name is Truth Seeker.]

[She regards it with suspicion. Probably a former employee who has an ax to grind, she thought to herself]

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Edit: This post got flagged so I censored it, but you can view the original picture on my new pillowfort account if you're feeling spicy.

Transcript of the e-mail below.

To: [email protected]

From: Truth Seeker

Subject: DON’T BELIEVE THEIR LIES!

This message serves as a warning to you about the company you work for. It’s too risky to reveal what I know here, but I hope you will take up my offer to meet privately to discuss the truth. This isn’t a joke and I’m not out to harm you or anyone else. I am simply trying to right their wrongs. If you’re the ethical person I feel you are, then you must have noticed the red flags. This is your chance to help a lot of people who have been wronged. Text me at 555-3348 and we can set up a place to meet to discuss this further.

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[theheartbrokensystem]

Superhero Interviews (long post)

I spent days writing out these interviews, please reblog.

Blazing Ember (Amber)

(The camera is focused on Blazing Ember slouching on a couch.)

Fred Hillsdale: Blazing Ember, what's it like being the leader?

Amber: It's great, it can be a bit of a hassle though. If you're wondering how; I'll list them for you mate.

Amber: First off, my mates can get into disagreements with me or each other. Some plans can cause us to be split on decisions, one of us could be unavailable; due to sickness or family stuff.

Fred Hillsdale: I see, as a leader, what do you think qualifies for someone to be a leader?

Amber: Well, show respect for ya other mates. Communication is key when it comes to working together. Ya gotta motivate your mates when they're down; or they won't have the strength to fight on. Lastly, be flexible, as there will be times where you gotta think outside ya thinking zone.

Fred Hillsdale: Wow, you really know how to be a leader!

Amber: Thanks.

Fred Hillsdale: Blazing Ember, your thoughts on the paparazzi?

Amber: (Lets out a groan, then shakes their head disapprovingly.) Do I have ya permission to swear, mate?

Fred Hillsdale: You may, but, it'll be edited and censored when these go up on live TV.

Amber: Thanks, I think they're a bunch of drongos that need to fuck off! Like stop shoving cameras in people's faces, get a damn hobby! (Amber takes a few deep breaths, then looks back at the camera.)

Amber: Sorry, got frustrated.

Fred Hillsdale: Your frustration is understandable.

Amber: Hm.

Fred Hillsdale: Your opinion on Chef Nefarious?

Amber: Nefarious may be a troublemaker, but he has a good heart; One time, Instead of fighting and putting em' in the slammer, we went to the park and talked it out.

Fred Hillsdale: Huh. That's oddly wholesome.

Amber: Yep.

Fred Hillsdale: The people always wondered how you're so laidback during crimefighting, what's your secret?

Amber: No secrets here, I just am.

Fred Hillsdale: I see! Now, What's next for Blazing Ember?

Amber: Me and my mates gotta stop a heist; then stop a giant lizard from destroying downtown... then we all go home, and organize my trophy collection.

Fred Hillsdale: Anything else?

Amber: Me and my mates are dedicated to keeping our world safe, from criminals and villains alike.

(The camera zooms out then fades to black.)

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Cipher Streak (Joey)

(The camera is focused on Cipher Streak sitting on a couch.)

Fred Hillsdale: Cipher Streak, how do you have so much knowledge about technology?

Joey: Well, I'm a tech geek! So I LOVE learning about it! I'm currently taking programming classes, we're learning how make games! Besides that, I do a bit of hacking though.

Joey: Before anyone says anything- not for bad reasons! I can make pop up on the screen, hijack, and override severs! (Joey nervously grins, while making a waving gesture with both of his hands, amplifying said nervousness.)

Joey: I do this to help others, not harm them! (He awkwardly chuckles after.)

Fred Hillsdale: That's a relief, besides that; people say you're always seen with Blazing Ember, is there a reason behind that?

Joey: We're best friends who stick together! I will admit, I don't like being alone; I cling to them because they make me feel safe. (Joey then lowers his voice to a whisper.) Don't tell them I said that!

Fred Hillsdale: (Whispers back to Joey.) We won't.

Fred Hillsdale: When it comes to names, what's the meaning behind yours?

Joey: I'd be happy to explain! The "cipher" part of my name means "a secret or disguised way of writing; a code"; while the "streak" part means "to move swiftly". But, the word has multiple meanings too!

Fred Hillsdale: That's intriguing! When it comes to crimefighting, as your role as a planner; do your worry about your plans failing or not working out the way you wanted?

Joey, now sounding dejected: Yes. I, uh, worry about that a lot... (Joey awkwardly fidgets with his tie.)

Fred Hillsdale: I see, what's next for Cipher Streak?

Joey: I have to stop a heist, fix a bunch of people's computers; then go home and do my chores, and continue to code my game.

Fred Hillsdale: Anything else?

Joey: Would you like to see me build a race car?

Fred Hillsdale: Why not?

(The camera zooms out and fades to black.)

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Saccharine Sweets (Patty)

(The camera is focused on Saccharine Sweets sitting on the couch, while the sound of liquid is being poured from a teapot into a cup.)

Fred Hillsdale: Thank you for the tea, Saccharine Sweets.

Patty: You're welcome, sir.

Fred Hillsdale: Saccharine Sweets, people are wondering how you make your pastries taste so good; your secret?

Patty: Can't tell you, sorry. It's a family thing.

Fred Hillsdale: That's understandable.

Fred Hillsdale: When it comes to fashion, what's your style like?

Patty: I dress in a variety of styles, I'll share some examples! I like Goth, Y2K, Lolita, Decora, Emo, and Scene.

Fred Hillsdale: You must be one of those trendsetters, eh?

Patty: No sir, I don't follow trends. I like dressing up because it makes me happy!

Fred Hillsdale: Ah, I see. When it comes to crimefighting; where does the emotional support come into play?

Patty: Well sir, whenever my friends are overwhelmed; I give them a BIG hug (Patty makes a hugging motion with her hands.), give them a snack, and tell them "take a break, I'll cover for you until you feel better".

Patty: There will be times where I'm overwhelmed too, cause of that I become emotionally unavailable. So I won't respond to my friends needs; cause I'm in shut down mode until I am ready to continue crimefighting.

Fred Hillsdale: Huh. Being overwhelmed while trying to fight crime would be draining, isn't it?

Patty: It is, sir.

Fred Hillsdale: You have my sympathy, Saccharine Sweets. That goes towards your other teammates too.

Patty: Thank you, sir.

Fred Hillsdale: When it comes to crimefighting, do you have a favorite ability you like to use?

Patty: Well, I love using my "Rainbow manipulation"! I love creating rainbows, they're so pretty! I LOVE how they paint the sky with their colors!

Fred Hillsdale: Rainbows sure are a beauty, aren't they?

Patty: They sure are, sir!

Fred Hillsdale: Now, what's next for Saccharine Sweets?

Patty: Me and my friends do more crimefighting, then I have to bake a cake for a friend's party; go shopping with my friends, and do my homework!

Fred Hillsdale: Anything else?

Patty: Stay fabulous everyone!

(The camera zooms out and fades to black.)

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Sheriff Justice (Dustin)

(The camera is focused on Sheriff Justice lounging on a couch.)

Fred Hillsdale: Sheriff Justice, what do you enjoy about being a superhero?

Dustin: Welp partner, I like usin' maah fists, a lot!

Fred Hillsdale: Any villains you like using them on?

Dustin: There's that Nefarious fella! Ooo, wait- I especially love using 'em on his pizza minions! I like how thay pull apart with each punch; cause thay're made of cheese, and well, cheese is just daisy (good)!

Dustin: But lately, maah favorite villain to throwdown with... would be that Xen alien fella! He puts up fair fights and doesn't play dirty, as a opponent; he's quaht (quite) the civil fella! (He lets out a hearty chuckle.)

Fred Hillsdale: You must enjoy crimefighting then, huh?

Dustin: I sure do, partner!

Fred Hillsdale: As the "muscle" of the group, do you worry about injuries?

Dustin: I try not to worry about injuries much, but if it starts ta bother me; I have to sit it out until I fully recover. Or ma partners will scold me, cause in the end; they care about me, and don't like it when ah'm (I'm) careless with myself during throwdowns.

Fred Hillsdale: It's good to have people care about you though, right?

Dustin: Yea, it's nice.

Fred Hillsdale: Despite your tough demeanor, do you have your moments of vulnerability?

Dustin: I do, there's nothin' wrong with that. Bein' vulnerable is a experience we all deal with.

Fred Hillsdale: Sheriff Justice, besides crimefighting; what else do you like doing as a superhero?

Dustin: I do like savin' the day, keepin' the folks safe is maah main priority!

Fred Hillsdale: Safety is important after all.

Dustin: Damn right!

Fred Hillsdale: There's a rumor about you going around saying that you like someone romantically, any truth to said rumor?

Dustin: I ain't interested in nobody right now, Ah'm (I'm) only focused on keepin' the world safe, that's all I'll say.

Fred Hillsdale: Alright, we'll tell the news outlets to respect your privacy. Now, when it comes to being reckless; do you worry about hurting your teammates?

Dustin: I do... but I'll let ya on a lil' secret, neither does Cipher Streak. Cause when y'all see him do that reckless stuff too; that's me wearin' a red wig!

Joey, out of camera's view: Hey! You take that back!

Dustin: (He lets out a snarky laugh.) I'm only tellin' the truth, partner!

Joey, out of camera's view: Yeah, whatever you say cowboy!

Fred Hillsdale: I-

Joey, out of camera's view: I'm sorry- please continue talking with my teammate!

Fred Hillsdale: It's all good! But, I now see why news outlets consider you two to be "friendly rivals".

Dustin: (Laughs again) I guess we are! Aren't we, Cipher?

Joey, out of camera's view: (Laughing with Dustin.) Yeah!

Fred Hillsdale: What's next for Sheriff Justice?

Dustin: The usual crimefighin', deliver some stuff; cook somethin' with a friend, train with another friend, and finish my chores.

Fred Hillsdale: Anything else?

Dustin: Wanna see me and Cipher Streak battle it out?

Fred Hillsdale: I'll pass on that.

(The camera zooms out and fades to black.)

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Drowsy Mellow (Tristan)

(The camera is focused on Drowsy Mellow snuggling his pillow, while sitting on a couch.)

Fred Hillsdale: Drowsy Mellow, what's it like being the "Voice of reason" in your group?

Tristan: It's frustrating cause sometimes they won't listen to me, but I do understand... that there'll be times where I have to raise my voice; and, uh, I don't like doing that very much...

Fred Hillsdale: I suppose you feel bad when you have to resort to that?

Tristan: I do, I really do.

Fred Hillsdale: Hm. Despite being seen as the "shy" one, do you have your moments of bravery?

Tristan: I do, mind if I tell you some of my moments?

Fred Hillsdale: Of course, take your time.

Tristan: Where I do start... (Tristan goes silent for a moment; deep in thought, then bolts up excitedly.) Oh! I got a moment I'd like to share!

Tristan: One time, there was this giant mechanical snake destroying 'Auburn Shine Bridge'; my friends were helping civilians evacuate the scene, Saccharine Sweets and I were handling the snake.

Tristan: While Saccharine Sweets distracted the snake, I built up the courage to, uh, how do I say this? Charged into the snake so hard that it's chest ruptured; After that, Saccharine Sweets and I ripped it's head off.

Patty, out of camera's view: I can confirm that.

Fred Hillsdale: I'm... speechless.

Patty, out of camera's view: We figured.

Fred Hillsdale: Drowsy Mellow, what do you have to say to those who say you're not as strong as your teammates?

Tristan, now irked: I'm tough and just as strong as them! I'll beat up any villain right now! I'll do it!

Patty, out of camera's view: Drowsy, calm yourself; they're saying this to anger you.

Tristan, now relented: (Tristan scoffs.) That's what they all say.

Fred Hillsdale: When it comes to your "Lunakinetic combat"; how do you exactly get your powers from the moon, if you fight mostly during the day?

Tristan: Come to think of it... how do I get my powers from the moon, if I mostly fight during the day? Maybe, the moon goddess 'Selene' is lending me some of her strength.

Fred Hillsdale: How intriguing.

Fred Hillsdale: When it comes to weapons, you and your teammates each have a weapon that symbolizes you. Why your weapon is a pillow; what does it say about you?

Tristan: I just like pillows, nothing more to that.

Fred Hillsdale: Oh, I see.

Fred Hillsdale: On the topic of pillows, why is your weapon a combonation of a pillow boomerang exactly?

Tristan: You know how both of them are throwable, yeah? My boomerang can be used both offensively and defensively; the same way a pillow would, well, when it comes to pillow fights. Would you like to see an example?

Fred Hillsdale: Of course.

Tristan: Okay, here we go. Why don't you throw something small to start us off?

[Fred throws an apple into the air, Tristan immediately throws his boomerang; the apple is then caught by said boomerang, as it descends, Tristan manages to catch it.]

Tristan: Got it! (He does a little fist pump before taking off the apple from one of the boomerang's blades, sits back down on the couch; then takes a bite out of the apple.)

Fred Hillsdale: That was incredible! Now, What's next for Drowsy Mellow?

Tristan: (Still chewing pieces of apple, but swallows them to answer Fred's question.) Have to stop a two headed griffon from destroying another town, go home, finish chores, and hang out with my friends.

Fred Hillsdale: Anything else?

Tristan: Right after I finish this apple, would you like to hear me ramble about constellations?

Fred Hillsdale: Sure.

(The camera zooms out and fades to black.)

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Harmony Sage (Serenity)

(The camera is focused on Harmony Sage humming to herself, while sitting on a couch; in the process of tuning her guitar.)

Fred Hillsdale: Harmony Sage, being the peackeeper of your group; what's it like?

Serenity: Like a mixed bag of candy, it can be either sweet or sour!

Fred Hillsdale: Peace doesn't always work in our favor. Has there ever been situations where peace isn't working out, so you had to resort to serious measures?

Serenity: I have, one time my friends and I were fighting some five headed goopy monster in Glistensville, I think? Cipher Streak, Sheriff Justice, and Saccharine Sweets were arguing about how we should take out said monster; the arguing got bad to the point where I had to give each of them the good ol' "Disharmony stare".

Fred Hillsdale: What is the "Disharmony stare"?

Serenity: To put it short. Grip a person by the shoulders, look at them until they look away.

Fred Hillsdale: I'm guessing that passive aggresive stare gave them the "get yourself together right now" feeling, eh?

Serenity: Yep!

Fred Hillsdale: Does the stare always work?

Serenity: Depends on who it is.

Fred Hillsdale: When it comes to crimefighting, is there a reason why you combine dancing with combat?

Serenity: It's fun, plus I get to show off my dance skills! I mainly do ballet if you're curious!

Fred Hillsdale: Ballet, huh. Besides that, what other types of dance do you incorporate into combat?

Serenity: Besides ballet; I also can do Bolero, Quickstep, Salsa, and Swing! It's fun to combine abilities with my friends while we dance together!

Fred Hillsdale: When it comes to dance combat; who's your to go partner?

Serenity: Saccharine Sweets, she's my go to dancer! We go together like PB&J sandwiches!

Fred Hillsdale: That's nice. The people want to know what's your favorite genre of music?

Serenity: I have a LOT favorite genres, but, I think I'll have to go with "Bubblegum pop"! It always gets me energized!

Fred Hillsdale: Interesting, my favorite genre is blues.

Serenity: Blues is pretty good too!

Fred Hillsdale: On the topic of crimefighting again, how do you incorporate music into combat?

Serenity: With my guitar, my voice, or both, of course! When the guitar is usef during crimefighting; I use sound waves to knock enemies down. Whenever I use my voice, I either use "Sonic scream" or "Voice masking" to distract enemies.

Fred Hillsdale: I heard that your "Sonic scream" is fatal, how fatal is it exactly?

Serenity: Just as long as you aren't in my vicinity, you'll be fine. For the those who weren't lucky enough; they were left with hearing loss or Tinnitus. (Her smile turned into a grit.)

Fred Hillsdale: How unfortunate.

Serenity: ...Uh-huh.

Fred Hillsdale: May I ask, how do you respond to negativity?

Serenity: I usually laugh it off or mask it with a smile. Though, there were times where negativity has gotten to me; I become doubtful of myself as a person. It may be hard, but at least I got friends who got my back every step of the way! (Serenity's grit was replaced by a grin.)

Fred Hillsdale: For someone so upbeat, I didn't expect that.

Serenity: Yeah, that goes for a lot of people like me. Sometimes the negativity just messes with your spirit; and you're not yourself for awhile. But, things will get better with time and patience!

Fred Hillsdale: Wise words, Harmony Sage. Now, what's next for Harmony Sage?

Serenity: Finish up crimefighting, get chores done, help my friends with their work, put up party decorations, and send out invitations for a friend's party!

Fred Hillsdale: Anything else?

Serenity: I love you all! This Harmony Sage signing off! Bye, my friends! (She grins while waving both of hands at the camera.)

(The camera zooms out and fades to black.)

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I was inspired by this "Powerpuff Girls Character Interview" video here (LINK), so I thought I'd do something similar. The villain interviews will come soon, if I have enough motivation to do it that is.

#joeyydrawss #MHG #long post #Amber Higgins #Joey Muniz #Patty Petunia #Dustin Bebop #Tristan Peak #Serenity Vanity

[despairandregretentertainment]

Jeffery, Jeffery Bezos || Willow || MM Q&A 2 || Re: Kei, Rafe, Chris, Sorano

Kei’s hand was a warmth in hers. A shaking mess she was, but she was calmer than she’d been. Have faith. Everything will work out. She still couldn’t imagine it. Living past this? Living for another week? Another month? It was difficult for her still. But she had faith in Kei, and in her other allies. They could do this. Because faith is all we really have.

“I’ve been technically working with the Mastermind since…. Hmm, I think it was during Ryouta’s chapter that I made the offer. The first time I was called on to help cause a little chaos was in Monoka’s chapter. I was the one who put in the red herring evidence. I slipped into the areas while they were under construction. I clipped the cord of the game in the arcade. I was also the one to censor random medical documents. I placed some notes down too. Back then, I didn’t know who I was working for. I just figured it would increase my chances of staying alive.

“But I did find out it was Kei fairly early. She told me herself. Sorry Ayumi, we used your bedroom as a secret meeting place. We were respectful, unlike other times I was there. Even when they started, I was already involved with my partner. They’re… A little Stranger than Kei though.”

Of course she wanted to bring that up. There was no shame there. Willow was proud of that fact. She stood up tall, the tallest person left, when she thought of her beloved. Ah, girl was in some stupid puppy love.

An apologetic smile graced her face. “Ah, sorry Rafe. I kind of messed with you in hopes to hide Kei from you. And I did it knowing. I hope you can understand. I think, the two of us have always understood the other is quite selfish, yes?” He was still her friend, right? “It was kinda rough for you, being the only one in our team who didn’t know everything.”

Another smile is offered to Chris. “Thank you for being so brave earlier. It was really kind of you. I underestimated you, I think. I thought that you would try to save yourself first. There's no reason to feel bad if you did. You’re human. That’s just how it is. I’m pretty sure you won’t be executed though. TE has decided to play their cards. I’m grateful though. Kei is my best friend in the world, and I believe if what she and the Stranger are trying to do here… Hopefully, Teai will stop the fake information from spreading and put out the truth.”

Finally, she had to address the person she hated most outside of her own family.

“Sorano, you’re still a piece of shit. I’m going to stop playing dumb. Such things are no longer a protection anyway. This killing game was unavoidable. It was the board’s way of shoving Tomo’s name into the dirt and trying to get him to resign. He didn’t resign the first time. I imagine they’d keep doing this, keep playing him as the show runner with their shitty hologram until he resigned. Because like I told you the other day, half the money in the world isn’t all of the money. As soon as Tomo was out of the way, they’d all turn on each other too. People like that… They repulse me. Almost as much as you.

“If you can’t stop the hunter from putting out bear traps, you can at least trick them into stepping onto one of their own. You have no faith in laws and I have no faith in people, but power is power. If you want to fuck over a billionaire, the best way to do so is to get another billionaire to do it. We have a powerful ally, after all. So stop whining because we aren’t spilling enough rebel’s blood for you taste and get your head out of your ass. This is why I hate you.”

A pause.

“And also I love Kei’s outfit. It’s cute, unlike you.”

#submission

[svtskneecaps]

you ever lay awake stewing over all the shit you want to apologize for but can't because it happened so long ago that it would be awkward to bring it up in conversation and you're pretty sure the other party has either forgiven or forgotten or never viewed it as a slight in the first place but you're still like 'oh god, they must hate me'

yeah

#so there was this one time (this specific instance is plaguing me and i have to get it off my chest cause if i don't i'll scream) #i'm not really into anime but my friends love it #and there was this whole thing i'm not gonna get too far into context bc it doesn't matter #but i'm at a friend's house and we're waiting for some others to show up and they're taking their damn time (two hours if i recall) #and my friend's like 'hey while we're here let's check out some anime' #and i'm like 'ok' cause yknow i'm fairly down to see what the hype is about and yknow my friends are into it so hey i can give it a shot #and he puts on a couple that i already forget the name of even though i KNOW i know it sorry it's like midnight i can't be bothered to brain #nvm i got it #it was the h*st cl*b (i'm censoring cause this has nothing to do w the anime and i don't want it in the tag) #and i was tired and super nervous bc just between us i'm stupid intimidated by this friend still #probably my damn need to please acting at full strength it's always worse with guys idk what's up w that #but i started trying to figure out some analytic bullshit about rich kids and it's complete and utter half thought GARBAGE and i knew it #and he said- something i don't remember and it was a neat out that I SHOULD HAVE TAKEN #and i KEPT GOING with my fucking bullshit and like?? i should've stopped!? or apologized!? not thought out loud!? #i have literally zero authority on the subject. ZERO. #but i didn't! shut! my goddamn! mouth! bc of course i didn't! #and now i keep fucking thinking about it cause i hold my mistakes like grudges and smack myself with them like 'Never again' #but yknow wwi and all that the never agains happened again #but like #idk if he reads this shit but #i'm sorry #for that #and also while writing this i'm pretty sure i (as a joke) called him a weeb and immediately regretted it and questioned myself #cause i couldn't remember if it was an insult or if people didn't care or? and i didn't apologize like a dumbass #so i am so fucking sorry #that i said that dumb shit and i didn't apologize #i definitely should've #just i'm a prideful son of a bitch and i can't admit i did wrong or need help #i'm trying to be better about that #negativity

[thebibliosphere]

So I'm currently unemployed because I got fired for taking too much sick leave (it was legally sketchy blah blah blah but in the end I just can't work and take care of myself and investigate my mystery health problems at the same time). So I've been spending more time writing!

I really admire your writing and loved Hunger Pangs. I'm looking forward to the poly elements developing and I'm wondering if you have any advice for writing about poly. I've made one of my projects a snarky take on "write what you know" ... Apparently what I know is southern gothic meets Pacific northwest gothic, chronic illness pandemic surrealism, and falling back-asswards into threesomes.

I know this is a very open-ended question and I don't expect an answer, I'm just curious about it if you have the energy. As a writer, trying to write honestly / realistically about polyamory/enm, I'm curious if you have any thoughts on what's different about portraying monogamy or nonmonogamy in books, romance or erotica or otherwise.

I'm trying to read examples but it's hard to find examples that fit the niche I'm looking at. Excuse me if this question is nonsense, it's the cluster headaches.

I'm sorry to hear you've been dealing with all that and solidarity on the cluster headaches. But I'm glad you're finding an outlet through writing! And I hope you're happy with an open-ended ramble in response because oh boy, there's a lot I could talk about and I could probably do a better job of answering this sort of thing with more specific questions, but let's see where we end up.

There's definitely a big difference between writing polyamory/ENM (ethical non-monogamy) and what people often expect from monogamous love stories.

Just even from a purely sales and marketing standpoint, the moment you write anything polyamorous (or even just straight up LGBTQIA+ without the ENM) you're going to get considered closer to being erotica/obscene than hetero romances. It's an unfair bias, but it's one that exists in our society. But also the Amazon algorithm and their shitty, shitty human censors. Especially the ones that work the weekends. (Talking to you, Carlos 🖕.)

So not only do you start out hyper-aware that you're writing something that is highly stigmatized or fetishized (at least I'm hyper-aware) but that you are also writing for a niche market that is starving for positive content because the content that exists is either limited, not what they want, or is problematic in some fashion i.e. highly stigmatized or fetishy. And even then, the wants, desires, and expectations of the community you're writing for are complex and wildly varied and hard to fit into an easy formula.

When writing monogamous love stories, there is a set expectation that’s really hard to fuck up once you know it. X person meets Y. Attraction happens, followed by some sort of minor conflict/resolution. Other plot may happen. A greater catalyst involving personal growth for both parties (hopefully) happens. Follow the equation to its ultimate resolution and achieve Happily Ever After. 

But writing ENM is... a lot more difficult, if only because of the pure scope of possibilities. You could try to follow the same equation and shove three (or more) people into it, but it rarely works well. Usually because if you’re doing it right, you won’t have enough room in a single character arc to allow for enough growth, and if ENM requires anything in abundance, it’s room to grow.

And this post is huge so I’m going to put the rest under a cut :)

There's also a common refrain in certain online polyam/ENM circles that triads and throuples are overrepresented in media and they may be right to some extent. Personally, I believe the issue isn't that triads and throuples are overrepresented, but that there is such minuscule positive rep of ethical non-monogamy in general, that the few tiny instances we have of triads in media make it seem like it's "everywhere" when in actuality, it's still quite rare and the media we do have often veers into Unicorn Hunter fetish porn. Which is its own problematic thing. And just to be clear, I’m not including this part to dissuade you from writing "falling back-asswards into threesomes." If anything, I need more of it and would hook it directly into my brain if I could. I'm just throwing it out there into the void in the hope that someone will take the thought and run with it, lol.

I’d love to see more polyfidelitous rep in fiction, just as much as I’d like to see more relationship anarchy too. More diversity in fiction is always good.

Another thing that differs in writing ENM romance vs conventional monogamy is the feeling like you need to justify yourself. There's a lot of pressure to be as healthy and non-problematic as possible because you are being held to a higher standard of criticism. Both from people from without the ENM communities, and from the people within. Granted, some people don't give a shit and just want to read some fantastic porn (valid) but there are those who will cheerfully read Fifty Shades of Bullshit and call it "spicy" and "romantic," then turn around and call the most tooth-rottingly-sweet-fluff about a queer platonic polycule heresy. That's just the way the world works.

(Pro-tip for author life in general: never read your own reviews; that way madness lies. I glimpsed one the other day that tagged Hunger Pangs as “ethical cheating” and just about had an aneurism.)

And while that feeling of needing to justify yourself comes from a valid place of being excluded from the table of socially accepted norms, it can also be to the detriment of both the story and the subject matter at hand. I've seen some authors bend so far over backward to avoid being problematic in their portrayal of ENM, they end up being problematic for entirely different reasons. Usually because they give such a skewed, rose-tinted perspective of how things work, it ends up coming off as well... a bit culty and obnoxious tbh.

“Look how enlightened we are, freed from the trappings of monogamy and jealousy! We’re all so honest and perfect and happy!”

Yeah, uhu, sure Jan. Except here’s the thing, not all jealousy is bad. How you act on it can be, but jealousy itself is an important tool in the junk drawer that is the range of human emotion. It can clue us in to when we’re feeling sad or neglected, which in turn means we should figure out why we’re feeling those things. Sometimes it’s because brains are just like that and anxiety is a thing. Other times it’s because our needs are actually being neglected and we are in an unhealthy situation we need to remedy. You gotta put the work in to figure it out. Which is the same as any style of relationship, whether it’s mono, polyam or whatever flavor of ENM you subscribe to* And sometimes you just gotta be messy, because that’s how humans are. Being afraid to show that mess makes it a dishonest portrayal, and it also robs you of some great cannon fodder for character development.

Which brings me in a roundabout way to my current pet peeve in how certain writers take monogamous ideals and apply them to ENM, sometimes without even realizing it. The “Find the Right Person and Settle Down” trope.

Often, in this case, ENM or polyamory is treated as a phase. Something you mature out of with age or until you meet “The One(tm).” This is, of course, an attempt to follow the mono style formula expected in most romances. And while it might appeal to many readers, it’s uh, actually quite insulting. 

To give an example, I am currently seeing this a lot in the Witcher fandom. 

Fanon Netflix!Jaskier is everyone's favorite ethical slut until he meets Geralt then woops, wouldn’t you know, he just needed to find The One(tm). Suddenly, all his other sexual and romantic exploits or attractions mean nothing to him. Let's watch as he throws away a core aspect of his personality in favor of a man. 

Yeah... that sure showed those societal norms... 

If I were being generous, I’d say it’s a poor attempt at showing New Relationship Euphoria and how wrapped up people can become in new relationships. But honestly, it’s monogamous bias eking its way in to validate how special and unique the relationship is. Because sometimes people really can’t think of any other way to show how important and valid a relationship is without defining it in terms of exclusivity. Which is a fundamental misunderstanding of how ENM works for a lot of people and invalidates a lot of loving, serious and long-term relationships.

This is not to say that some polyam/poly-leaning people can't be happy in monogamous relationships! I am! (I consider myself ambiamorous. I'm happy with either monogamy or polyamory, it really just depends on the relationship(s) I’m in.) But I also don't regard my relationship with a mono partner as "settling down" or "growing up." It's just a choice I made to be with a person I love, and it's a valid one. Just like choosing to never close yourself off to multiple relationships is valid. And I wish more people realized that, or rather, I wish the people writing these things knew that :P

Anyway, I think I’ve rambled enough. I hope this collection of incoherent thoughts actually makes some sense and might be useful. 

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*A good resource book that doesn't pull any punches in this regard is Polysecure by Jessica Fern. It's a wonderfully insightful read that explores the messier side of consensual non-monogamy, especially with how it can be affected by trauma or inter-relationship conflicts. But it also shows how to take better steps toward healthy, ethical non-monogamy (a far better job than More Than Two**) and conflict resolution, making it a valuable resource both for someone who is a part of this relationship style***, but also for writers on the outside looking in who might have a very simple or misguided idea of what conflict within polyam/ENM relationships might look like, vs traditional monogamous ones.

** The author of More Than Two has been accused of multiple accounts of abuse within the polyamorous community, with many of his coauthors having spoken out about the gaslighting and emotional and psychological damage they experienced while in a relationship with him. A lot of their stories are documented here: https://www.itrippedonthepolystair.com/ (warning: it is not light material and deals with issues of abuse, gaslighting, and a whole other plethora of Yikes.) While some people still find More Than Two helpful reading, there are now, thankfully, much, much better resources out there.

*** Some people consider polyam/ENM to be part of their identity or orientation, while others view it as a relationship style.It largely depends on the individual. 

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[addieparrilla]

Scary Movie

Pairing: May Parker x Fem! Reder

Summary: Peter tells you to wait for him at his house while he arrives and May offers to keep you company.

Warnings: ONLY for those over 18 years old (minors/blank blogs will be blocked), penetrative sex (fingering), oral sex and interruption.

Words: 1.8k

This is the first fic I write please be kind, English is not my first language sorry if there are mistakes.

"Hey, are we still playing paintball today?" I asked over the phone as I tossed my protective gear into a large black duffel bag.

"Yeah, I have some errands to run first, but you can go ahead and wait for me at my house, I'll be there in an hour or so," Peter replied as he drove down the road.

"Okay, I'll relax there, door open?" I zipped up my duffel bag and slung it over my shoulder before heading out the door of the bar.

"No, my aunt isn't here, she has a conference or something. Use the key under the flowerpot," Peter reminded me.

"Ah, got it, I'll see you there."

"Bye." After I heard Peter hang up, I put the phone in my pocket and started walking towards his house. Wind flowed through my hair, occasionally blowing my leather jacket open to expose a gray tank top underneath. I can't say I wasn't disappointed that Peter's aunt wasn't there. Dammit. Just thinking about May makes me shiver. I always thought May was incredibly beautiful. Long light brown hair, matching brown orbs, the sexy glasses she wears…that jaw line…I snapped out of my thoughts when I noticed she had arrived.

Approaching the door, I followed Peter's instructions, took the key from under the flowerpot and unlocked the door before putting it back. I walked in and closed the door softly behind me. He led me into the living room, I put my bag on the floor before going into the kitchen and getting a soda from the fridge. I rarely found a 12-pack of soda in the Parkers' fridge. You opened the soda, twisting the tab until it came loose, I've been doing this for as long as I can remember. He tossed the tab in the trash before returning to the living room and turning on the television.

About 15 minutes passed before he heard a door open. He looked towards the door and I saw May standing there, a smile on her face.

"Hello Y/N," he greeted me as he walked into the living room, adjusting his glasses which I found absolutely sexy. I swallowed hard as I watched May as quietly as possible without getting caught.

"Uh, hi May, I didn't expect you to be home."

"And why wouldn't I be in my own house?" May chuckled.

"Peter told me you had some kind of conference."

"Ah, that ended shortly after an argument between Mr. Stark and Happy began."

"Tony doesn't he ever start an argument?" I asked while taking a sip of my soda.

"He has a bad temper, I'll give you that," May shook her head. At that moment I received a text message. I took my phone out of my pocket and read Peter's text message:

'Hey Y/N! I'm sorry, but I'll be another hour or two at the robotics club. Feel free to raid the cabinets if you're hungry :)' he sighs before pocketing my phone. "Peter will be at least an hour or two."

"What were you planning to do today?" May asked.

"We were going to go play paintball, finally I was going to beat him up" I said between laughs forgetting who I was talking to.

"Idiom."

"Sorry! I totally forgot to censor it," I mentally cursed myself for that slip.

"Okay Y/N I can keep you company if you don't mind of course."

"S-of course, why not," I smiled and silently patted myself on the back for holding myself back.

"Well, would you like to watch a movie with me? You can choose," May offered, smiling.

"I'd love to May. Hmmm, now let me think…" I stayed there thinking about a movie. My eyes lit up with excitement as I smiled. Something told May that she wasn't going to enjoy the movie she was about to tell, but she had to try. "The new Halloween," I said smiling. Peter had told me before that his aunt hated horror movies, every jump would send her flying into his lap. I knew this could be used to my advantage.

"As you wish, put on the movie and I'll make some popcorn." May said, walking into the kitchen and grabbing a bag of popcorn and putting it in the microwave. She hated horror movies, she lost all clout and looked pathetic when she got scared, but it was what she had asked for. Pete's friend she'd only known for a few months… May couldn't get the girl out of her mind. His attention was drawn back to the popcorn as it popped. May returned to the living room with a large bowl of popcorn. I support him on the coffee table before going to the closet and grabbing a blanket. She sat next to me on the couch and pulled the blanket over us, putting the bowl of popcorn between us.

About 20 minutes later, the bowl of popcorn was placed on the coffee table and it was time for the first jumpscare. I smiled as I looked at May who was staring intently at the screen. Just as I looked back at the screen, there was a jumpscare and May jumped closer to me, throwing herself onto my lap. She blushed and silently apologized for her action. I slowly slid my hands under the blanket nonchalantly. I felt the warmth of the brunette's body and felt an all too familiar wetness on my panties. He moved me slowly, my clit throbbing for attention.

"You are well?" May asked while looking at me.

"Yeah, just getting more comfortable," I smiled as the next jump appeared and gave me access to May's thigh without her noticing. I smiled silently to myself as I looked at May's eyes that were glued to the screen. I slid my hand a little further down May's thigh. May's eyes widened a little as she felt my hand get closer and closer to her wet sex. May looked at me. "Y/N, what are you… oh my god," she half said, half groaned when I placed my hand on her mound. I slowly moved closer to May and brought our lips together in a searing kiss. May was taken aback for a second, but wasted no time kissing me back. Our tongues danced together as I placed my hands on May's cheeks and May's went behind my back.

"Wait' Y/N," May pulled back for air and looked at me with pure lust. "How long do we have until Peter returns?" he asked breathlessly.

"We have at least another hour before he gets back," I said smiling. The second May heard those words, she pulled me onto her lap to straddle her, kissing me passionately. May's tongue came out of her mouth, asking for permission to enter my mouth. I parted my lips slightly, allowing May's tongue to enter my mouth. It didn't take long for me to unbutton Aunt Peter's shirt while the brunette took off my jacket. I broke the kiss to remove my tank top, leaving us both in our bras. I took a minute to appreciate the black lace bra May was wearing, the way it held her supple breasts in place. She licked my lips in anticipation.

"Y/N, I'd appreciate it if you'd stop looking at me like a teenager," May said, snapping me out of my little trance. My lips found a spot on May's neck as I unhooked her bra, tossing it somewhere in the room. I let my mouth fall to the top of May's breast, letting my kisses linger until they latched onto a nipple.

"Yeah Y/N," May moaned as her hands tangled in my hair. I released May's chest with a pop and moved on to the other. I took my time with this one, rolling a hardened nipple in my mouth, biting down gently. Another ragged moan escaped her lipstick-smeared lips. As I sucked, I let my hands unbutton May's pants and take them off, I started kissing May's collarbone until I kissed her lips deeply. May grabbed my wrist and placed it between her legs, not realizing how slow she was being. I smiled and took the hint, he slid his hand over the black lace, running his fingers along the slick folds. May gasped and clung to my body, biting my lip, getting more and more aroused by how wet May was.

"My God," he sighed, brown meeting my eyes filled with nothing but desire and lust. I rubbed her clit in circles as May moved her hips to get more attention. May threw her head back, moaning softly as I teased her entrance with a finger, slowly pushing her in, feeling the walls tighten around my finger. May let out another moan as she clutched at my skin. I smiled and began to pump my finger in and out of May slowly, pressing my palm against her clit.

"More, use more fingers," May said. I slid another finger inside and hooked May, moving my fingers at a fast pace, using my thumb now to apply pressure to her clit.

"Fuck is so good, shit i'm coming!" May cried as she convulsed as she came. I could feel May's walls contract around my fingers. I smiled and let May continue riding my fingers to finish her orgasm. Slowly pull your fingers out, licking your fingers clean, moaning at the sweet taste. May leaned back on the couch, her body soothing from the mind-blowing orgasm she'd just had. Once May regained her composure, she shifted her position and unbuttoned my tight skinny jeans, sliding them down my thighs. May propped me up on the couch in a comfortable position, kicking off her shoes and pants in the process. May lay down between my legs, gazing at the gleaming, shaven mound before her. May smiled as she placed kisses on the inner thighs of her legs, loving the way I moved under her. I moaned as May took her tongue and licked at my wet slit.

"Oh shit May," I moaned as May slipped a slender finger into my entrance, her mouth covering my clit, sucking on it hungrily. May slowly slid another finger inside, letting me adjust to it before she slowly began pumping her fingers in and out of my slick wetness.

"Wow wow Y/N, someone's pussy is pretty wet," May smiled as she quickened the pace of her fingers, sucking on my clit, swirling her tongue in circles around my clit.

"Fuck," my lips spoke as I moaned weakly, looking up at the best view of my life. May slipped a third finger inside me as I moved my hips, fucking May's fingers.

"Shit!" I yelled as I came hard over May's fingers and mouth. I let my breath out as May slowly pulled her fingers out, licking her fingers, loving the taste. May climbed up my body and kissed me passionately, tongues trying to dominate each other, teeth scraping, but still loving. Neither of us heard the door open.

"Y/N? Are you here?" Peter's voice sounded in the hall.

"Shit!" May and I said in unison, looking at each other.

#aunt may x reader #may parker #aunt may #spiderman #mcu #fem!reader #marisa tomei #aunt may x fem!reader #peter parker #may x reader #peter x reader #may smut

[queenshelby]

The Last Semester – Part 21

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Words: 1,856

Warning: Pregnancy, Angst

A week had passed since Cillian found out about the pregnancy and he had been nothing but gentle, helpful and responsive since. Every day, he asked you how you were feeling. He brought you prenatal vitamins and constantly reminded you to drink enough water. He even risked a black eye on several occasions when running into your father who was struggling with the situation and has refused to speak to Cillian again. He was furious and blamed him for everything, thinking that he should have been the responsible adult.

You weren’t sure whether Cillian did all this simply for the fact that you were pregnant or whether he wanted to get back together with you and, whilst you hoped that the latter was true, you wouldn’t make it so easy for him this time around. He had to fight for you if you were what he wanted.

You loved him, but part of the trust you had built throughout your relationship had faded after he pulled away from you for the second time when he faced what you thought were just a few small hurdles. What you didn’t know was that, in fact, the hurdles he was facing, weren’t so small at all. He was deeply conflicted and being with you could cost him much more than his friendship with your father. It could also cost him his career and this was something he began to slowly realise.

***

It was a Sunday afternoon and Cillian was waiting for Nadine, his ex-wife, to pick up the boys from his home.

As usual, she was late and his sons were getting frustrated having to wait around for her once again.

‘This sucks dad’ Charlie growled, causing Cillian to calm him down whilst, deep down inside, he hoped that Nadine would arrive soon as he had invited you over for dinner that evening and, the last thing he wanted, was having you and Nadine in the same room together

Until recently, Nadine had again broken court orders, withholding contact to the boys on several occasions. If it wasn’t for the fact that Charlie had his own mobile phone, Cillian wouldn’t have been able to communicate with them at all for weeks.

It was like a game to her. Whenever Cillian was even remotely happy with someone else, she would come out to play and he soon regretted having given her another chance earlier that year before he took the teaching position in London.

When she found out about you, all hell broke loose. She felt humiliated and embarrassed especially knowing that her attempts to get him back were futile.

And the worst of it all was that she knew about you for a very long time, using you as leverage against Cillian until he finally gave up and let you go.

It was that night, when he called you, breaking up with you when he found out that you were his friend’s daughter, that he slipped. He slipped with Nadine because she was there to pick up the pieces when he was at his worst.

Whilst this little hiccup didn’t result in anything more than a few kisses, it was a mistake and he knew that it was a mistake. The worst of it all was that it gave Nadine hope in a situation where there was none. After all, he loved you and not her.

Of course, Nadine was willing and able to use this against Cillian. She had already threatened him on many occasions to make public the many façades of their marriage and how he chose a young girl over the mother of his children.

This was exactly what his agent was worried about. He knew Nadine for many years and he knew about the skeletons in Cillian’s closet and, whilst there weren’t many, they could become quite scandalous.

Being with you and loving you was too difficult. It was an against all the odds type of situation. A twenty-year age gap was hardly going to be successful. Was he going to risk everything to simply give it a try?

***

Finally, at 6 o’clock, Nadine’s car pulled up in Cillian’s driveway and she quickly jumped out of her seat and ran towards the front door.

‘I am sorry I am late. I got caught up with a friend’ she said in a haste.

‘You could have called’ Cillian then said before allowing her inside.

‘Why, do you have a date?’ she then chuckled, causing Cillian to sigh and call out for the boys.

Just as they emerged from their bedrooms, you also pulled up in the driveway and Cillian immediately knew that this would be problematic.

You noticed Nadine’s car but walked towards the front door of the house anyway and Cillian was quick to let you in after giving you a polite kiss on your cheek.

‘Hey’ you said, greeting Nadine who didn’t bother to say anything to you but, instead, roll her eyes.

‘What is she doing here?’ Nadine then asked Cillian, ignoring your presence.

‘I invited her. Why?’ Cillian asked somewhat annoyed and Nadine immediately huffed in disapproval.

‘I don’t want her to spend time with my children. It sends the wrong message to them’ Nadine explained.

‘And what message may that be Nadine?’ Cillian asked rather irritated before Nadine escalated the situation and, once again, insulted you.

‘You think it’s a good idea to show the boys that this is ok? Being with someone that much younger who clearly isn’t compatible in any sort of way?’ Nadine then said before Cillian told the boys to wait in the car as he didn’t want them to hear the conversation between him and their mother.

‘Can you not do this in front of the children?’ Cillian asked angrily after the boys left with their Gameboys.

‘Do what? You are the one who is fucking a uni student, not me’ she then shouted and it soon became too much for you to listen to.

‘Hey, listen, I am going to go. This is awkward and I don’t want to be in the way, really’ you then said, feeling uncomfortable.

‘Wait on Sweetie. I am not finished’ Nadine said and you turned around at the door, rolling your eyes at her as you did.

‘Did he tell you that, when he visited Dublin a few months ago, he spent time with me? Just the two of us?’ Nadine then asked before telling you how she was very well aware of Cillian’s needs and that you were likely too young and inexperienced for him and he would have realised this by now.

‘Nadine, that’s enough!’ Cillian growled, interrupting Nadine as she went on.

‘I am going’ you then huffed out, irritated and upset. She was taking it too far and you didn’t need this in your life.

‘Y/N, hold on’ Cillian said, trying to hold you back but you shook your head and left. You didn’t want to deal with this.

‘Just remember what I have against you Cillian. Surely, if this becomes public, Y/N might get some ideas. Poor thing, so young and innocent. Also, the boys are staying with me for the next two weeks’ Nadine chuckled somewhat amused.

‘Fuck this, Nadine. I have had enough of this crap. Fucking do it, eh! Send it to the fucking paper just as you have threatened for years. I no longer give a shit and in so far as the boys are concerned, I will be in contact with my lawyer tomorrow. A fit and proper person doesn’t use their children as leverage. Fucking wake up, would you’ Cillian growled before storming outside with the boys’ backpacks and putting them into Nadine’s car before giving each of them a hug and saying goodbye to them.

‘Love you guys, see you on Wednesday’ he said with a warm smile before getting into his own car with the view to drive after you to apologise about Nadine’s behaviour and having you get caught up in this.

***

As expected, just before Cillian arrived at your house, he received a call from his agent Brian who was clearly upset and annoyed.

‘We have a problem Cillian’ he said with an almost terrified voice.

‘I know. Her name is Nadine’ Cillian chuckled.

‘I have seen it. Just then. She sent it to me via email’ Brian said concerned.

‘Did you enjoy it?’ Cillian laughed.

‘You need to take this seriously Cillian. Nadine also told me that you are back with the girl’ Brian then said.

‘She held this against me for fucking years and I played along for the boys’ sake, but I can’t keep going like this’ Cillian then explained, causing Brian to sigh.

‘This and the fact that you are with a 20 fucking something year old who also happens to be your friend’s daughter is a fucking disaster mate. You need to break it off’ Brian argued.

‘She is pregnant’ Cillian then said, knowing that this would annoy Brian even more.

‘You are fucking kidding me. Fuck mate. For your career’s sake you need end it with this girl quietly, pay her, get her to sign an NDA’ Brian explained.

‘No Brian, I won’t be doing any of these things. Let me tell you something. I married Nadine because she was pregnant with Charlie. I never loved her. I simply did what others told me was the right fucking thing to do. This is probably why our relationship was so messed up. I was about to do this again, listening to what others tell me is right or wrong and what is good for me. Listening to you, to Nadine, John and my mother. But, luckily, this time, I just came to my fucking senses’ Cillian said just before he pulled up in front of your apartment building.

‘She is twenty years younger than you, what do you think will happen in twenty years? Will she still be around? Will she be worth all this?’ Brian then asked somewhat upset.  

‘I don’t know, but I am keen to find out’ Cillian said as turned off the car.

‘This could be career suicide Cillian’ Brian said.

‘Perhaps. So, I suggest that you work hard for your commission while you still can and use these connections of yours to make publication of what Nadine has sent you hurt as little as possible’ Cillian chuckled.

‘It’s a sex tape Cillian. What the fuck do you want me to do about it? Censor it?’ Brian asked.

‘If you do, keep the good parts, eh? I need to go’ Cillian said.

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