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The Fallen Wolves Brotherhood - Part Fifteen

Series Summary: Lori "Babycakes" Tate swore she would never date a biker but when her life is in danger, she is put under the protection of a small club known as The Fallen Wolves Brotherhood. She suddenly finds herself attracted to not one, but five bikers.

A reverse harem, biker AU.

Part Fifteen Summary: Marshall agonises while Lori takes matters into her own hands.

Pairing: Captain Syverson x OFC, Walter Marshall x OFC, Mike x OFC, Geralt x OFC, August Walker x OFC

Word Count: Approx. 3k

Warnings:

Series Warnings: Reverse harem, age gap (OFC 23, ages range from 23 to mid 40s), oral sex (male and female receiving), unprotected p in v sex, anal sex, group sex, masturbation, praise kink, mentions of body fluids, drug use, recreational drinking, sex work, criminal activities, mention of death, violence, use of weapons, mentions of war, mentions of abuse, angst, fluff, probably a lot more that I will add as they come up.

Part Fifteen Warnings: slight angst, mild violence, smut, p in v sex,

Authors Note: Thanks as always to my lovely BBFs (Best Beta's forever) @henryobsessed and @nashibirne .

Been a while since I wrote a sex scene with a character other than Sy! I hope you enjoy it.

Divider made by me. Edited by me, there will be errors.

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Marshall

Lori sedately followed me as I led her to her room.

I was in no hurry, on the contrary, I would have liked to walk with her for a while, hold her hand and do some of the usual stuff you do with a girl you like. But that's not how this was going to go, not in this situation, so I folded my arms across my chest and kept my pace to match hers.

“Did you get everything you needed with Mike?” I asked.

“Yes,” she said softly, “the packages should be at the post office tomorrow.”

“I'll send Mike to pick them up in the afternoon.”

Her brows furrowed, but she nodded.

“What's wrong?” I asked.

“I told Mike I was going to hang out with him tomorrow afternoon. But it's not like I'm going anywhere for a while, there will be plenty of afternoons.”

“No. You and Mike can do your thing. I will go and pick them up myself.”

“You will?”

“Sure. You seem to enjoy his company. You smile a lot with him.”

She lowered her eyes and grinned.

“See? Thinking about him makes you smile,” I chuckled. Her face dropped a little. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” she said, but then shook her head, “I was thinking… Have you heard from Sy?.”

“No.” Her frown deepened. “Are you worried about him?”

She shrugged.

“Do you miss him?”

She shrugged again, but with a forced carelessness that made it obvious that she was.

“I’m sure he misses you too.”

We stopped outside the door to her room. She made no move to open her door so I waited, leaning against the wall while she appeared to be thinking.

“What I said to you this morning,” she started, “what I accused you of, it was wrong of me.”

I shook my head. “Your reaction was completely understandable. We were out of line. And considering where you come from, it makes sense that you might see it the way you do.”

She raised her head and her normally steel blue eyes had taken on a dark smokey hue that sent a bolt of energy tingling through my nerves.

“I don’t see it that way anymore anymore,” she said, huskily.

For a moment I let myself entertain the fantasy that I could spend the night with her again without the mellowing effects of weed to kill my most feral instincts. Heat flooded my skin as I remembered the weight of her body against mine, the sweet citrus like smell of her hair, and the softness of her thigh. I didn’t think there was a snowman’s chance in hell that I could sleep next to her sober and not shred her clothes to pieces to get a taste of the silky hidden skin between her legs.

I clenched my jaw as I shut that line of thought down fast. I hadn’t changed my mind from earlier; as far as I was concerned, I was no longer a party to the pact. However, I was not made of stone and I knew my resolution could only withstand so much temptation before it crumbled, so I turned towards my door. Then her hand came to rest on my bicep, her gentle touch halted my escape and my back went ramrod straight.

“Spend the night with me?” she asked, her tone so softly pleading that it took my breath away.

“I can’t,” I said, forcing the words out before I had a chance to say something else.

She withdrew her hand quickly, as if my reply had burned her.

The look on her face made me sick to my stomach. The rejection and confusion marring her dollishly pretty features was almost as bad as the accusatory look of betrayal she had given me that morning.

“You don’t want this,” I explained. “What you said this morning, you were wrong, but you were also right. What my Brothers and I did, what we agreed to, we had no right.”

“You said it was my choice.”

“We did, but we put you in an uncomfortable situation you didn’t deserve and one you don’t want, not really.”

“Oh and this situation,” she moved her hand back and forth between us before placing them on her hips, “is less uncomfortable? Rejection is what I deserve then?”

“Lori,” I said, forcing myself to keep a lid on the frustration that began to boil in my guts, “Do you deliberately misinterpret everything I say, or are you just childishly stubborn on purpose?”

Her jaw dropped and she rounded on me, poking her finger into the centre of my chest, forcing me to take backward steps until my back hit the wall.

“You’re a manipulative prick. All of you are. Was this the plan the whole time then? Playing with my feelings, deceiving me into agreeing to your ridiculous pact and then telling me it was a joke?”

“Lori–”

She pushed me then, her palms bouncing hard off my shoulders, and although it didn’t hurt, it was bloody annoying. I grabbed her hands, turning her in my arms until they crossed over her torso and her back pressed against my chest.

“Let me go,” she yelled while she struggled, pulling and yanking on my arms.

“Calm down,” I growled into her ear, trying desperately not to harden up as she twisted like a kitten trying to get free.

“I’m not your plaything,” she hissed, “You’re supposed to be protecting me or have you forgotten what you’re being paid for?”

“And that’s exactly why I said no. Do you think I don’t want you? Do you not notice how when you’re in the room I can’t look away?”

She stopped fighting, her body was still tense, but she wasn’t thrashing. I dropped my head into her neck, breathing in the scent of her skin, my lips brushing against her tender flesh.

“Every inch of me wants you, wants to be inside you,” I mumbled as I my will began slipping through my fingers like sand.

I released her and ran my hands over her body, until they rested against the burning hot skin of her belly where her tank top had ridden up in the struggle. Her hand covered mine and she didn’t stop me as I slid them under the thin fabric. I rumbled out a groan as the soft weight of her breasts filled my hand, and her hard little nipple teased my palm.

“You’re a constant, tormenting, burn in my chest. Right here,” I placed our hands over her heart, “I ache for you.”

She whined weakly, her body melted against mine as she turned her head towards me.

My lips were on hers before I could think. She was soft, warm, and so perfectly lush that my whole body shuddered and I groaned into her mouth. Without stopping the kiss I grasped her waist, guided us blindly to her door, and fumbled with the handle.

Lifting my lips from hers long enough to turn her, I took her to the bed and laid her on her back before capturing her mouth again. Her thighs fell apart beneath me and I spread my legs to make her widen them until I was grinding my trapped and throbbing cock against her heat. She gasped into my kiss and I didn’t hesitate to slip my tongue into the plush warmth of her mouth. I groaned at the taste of her as she kissed me back and sunk her fingers into my beard, nails scratching gently at my cheeks and jaw.

Somewhere in the back of my mind a voice told me to stop, that I shouldn’t take her like this. I lifted my head, trying to swallow my most violent basic instincts while I struggled to find the words I needed to stop this from going any further but my body was too raw and my mind was skirting too close to the edge of reason. Then I felt her move beneath me, her hips rocking, lifting up to meet mine and a greedy feral urge overtook any rational thought.

Fuck it. I was hardly on track for sainthood anyway.

I growled, it's the only way I can describe the animalistic groan I released as pulled her tank over her head. Catching both of her slight wrists, I held them above her head in one hand while the other pulled her jeans and panties down her thighs. She cycled her long lush legs to help me peel her flushed body out of the skin tight clothes.

Below a small short patch of hair, her delicate smooth slit was glistening. As if time had decided to stand still, her legs lazily fell open and she blossomed before me, revealing with painstaking slowness her dewy centre. My cock jerked at the sight, desperate to plunge into that soft and sleek slit.

My fingertip circled her nipple, once, twice, three times, my head pounding as I watched the already pebbled skin grow tighter. She mewled as I took her little pink bud into my mouth; her hips rolled and her arms pulled against my hand while her head fell onto the bed with a long throaty moan. God, that sound made my already throbbing cock so fucking hard, I felt like I could fuck through a brick wall.

“Shh,” I soothed and slipped two fingers into her mouth. Her eager lips wrapped around them and her tongue slid over the pads while she sucked. With a rumble in my throat, I replaced my fingers with my tongue and she reciprocated, hungrily drawing me into her mouth with a torrid pull.

I ghosted my wet fingers over her slit, parting her, making her open for me. Fuck, she felt nice; delicate, small, warm, slick, swollen… just so fucking nice.

Barely able to control the primal part of my brain that screamed at me to completely ruin all that sweet softness, I flipped her onto her chest and lifted her hips until she was on her knees. Her cry of shock hardly slowed me as I clawed at my jeans and lowered them just enough.

“I want to take you like this,” I mumbled as I leaned over her and ran my hand from her hips, down the concave of her waist, and over her ribs until I cupped her breast. My cock nudged against her core and I felt her sharp intake of breath.

“Oh my God,” she whined.

Gathering her thick braid in my fist, I kissed her just below her hairline before turning her head towards mine. She was the perfect picture of a woman lush with arousal; eyes heavy lidded, cheeks rosy, her mouth parted as she panted in shallow breaths.

“Yes,” she whimpered, bobbing her head and chasing my lips.

I let her catch me and she kissed me hard, moaning softly as my tongue met hers. I pulled away but her teeth sank into my lower lip making me hiss and my hips jack. I couldn’t hold back anymore.

“We’ll go slow next time,” I rasped, rising to my knees and I sunk into her molten velvet heat.

“Fuck,” we both groaned as our bodies met.

I stilled, the thrill of being inside her almost too much as she shuddered around me. I swept my hand down her spine to the back of her neck. Her skin was so smooth, supple, and even in this position, with my cock balls deep within her quivering core, she still had that seductive allure of feminine purity that I wanted to take apart piece by painstaking piece.

What the fuck was I doing?

“Shit,” I muttered and started to pull out, “I’m sorry.”

Her hand shot back, grabbing hold of me and sliding down my still clothed arm until her hand held mine.

“Don’t stop,” she whispered.

All I could feel was the pounding of my heart, from my fingertips to my toes, to my cock. She squeezed my hand while she lifted her head, determination radiating from her fierce, stormy grey eyes.

Then she moved.

Only a small twitch of her hips, but oh God, the tight, silky, slick friction was heaven. The hold she had on my hand grew tighter and she rocked again as a breathy moan floated from her throat.

“Fuck, Lori…” my voice trailed off as she continued the shallow erotic rotations of her hips and arching flex of her spine.

My lust overrode the last of my hesitations and I began countering her movements, rapidly dialling up the intensity until our bodies were crashing against each other. My fingers were digging into her hips while hers were clutching at the covers, our eyes were locked in a feverish hold, neither one of us able to look away.

“Come here,” I groaned, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and pulling her up until her back rested against my chest. My hands moved all over her, mapping out every soft curve.

She stretched, raising her arms to reach for me, turning my head and searching for my lips. Her kiss surged through my body, every muscle straining, the growing tension inside me had me heading for a release that was bearing down on me like a freight train.

I held her tight, one arm around her chest, my fingers mauling at her breast while the other skimmed over her taut, quivering belly going lower and lower until I brushed her clit. Her hips bucked as she cried into my mouth, and her pussy clamped down so hard on my cock, I almost lost it then and there.

Muscling her into place, I kept her still while I fucked her and worked her clit. She was trembling and her hands floundered, searching for purchase to steady herself as she got closer to the edge. I gathered her wrists in my hand and held them to her chest.

“Please,” she whimpered.

“I know, Lori, I know. I’ve got you, sweetheart,” I whispered into her neck, the skin so hot and humid that it made my lips tingle.

“Marshall… Oh my God…”

“Let go, Lori. I need to feel you.”

I lifted my head and found her striking, heavy lidded eyes. She was flushed, skin reddened and shiny, panting and gasping, she was more breathtaking than ever.

“Look so beautiful.”

Her eyes widened then squeezed closed as her whole body grew taut and she let out a groaning curse.

“Fuck, Lori. Just like that.”

Her body rolled as if she were fighting me off again. I moved with her, keeping my fingers where they needed to be, fighting my own release as hers milked and pulled hard on my cock. It was a futile fight. Just as her body went lax and her head lulled against my shoulder, a hot euphoric pulse worked its way through my body.

Gripping Lori tighter, I pulled her closer to me while I pumped up into her, everything focussed on chasing my impending high. The throbbing rush crashed over me in long heady waves, each tide surging through me into her, filling her up until I had nothing left and fell onto my heels, taking her with me.

The sudden silence of the room was jarring; the only sound came from us catching our breath. Still buried deep within her core, my arms were wrapped around her with one hand cupping the firm flesh of her breast and she rested her weight on my thighs. I was sweating through my shirt, my belt buckle cut painfully into calf, and my boots - I still had my fucking boots on - dug awkwardly into my ankles, but I dared not move. I endured the discomfort to avoid the inevitable crash back to reality. Maybe if I stayed still and held her long enough, I could ward off the impending shame and perhaps Lori wouldn’t come to her senses and regret what we had done.

The dead air stretched on and on. Neither of us spoke or moved and the longer it continued, the more I feared I had catastrophically fucked up.

Then Lori’s hands covered mine and she laced her slim fingers between my thick ones. With some hesitation I rubbed my thumbs over her skin and kissed her shoulder.

“Say something,” she whispered.

I kissed her some more, trailing my kisses up along the ridge of her shoulders to her neck.

“Something,” I muttered.

Lori shook her head with a snicker and leaned back into me, turning her head until she could look me in the eyes. She was smiling, her face beautifully blushing and glowing, errant tendrils of her voluminous hair stuck to her slightly dampened skin. I brushed the stray locks back, tucking them into her braid as best I could.

Sighing, I shifted and Lori got off my lap, and I sat on the edge of the bed, leaning down to unlace my boots. I felt her hands brush over the small of my back and she lifted my shirt to place a kiss against my spine.

“I didn’t mean for it to go like this,” I told her, placing both boots neatly on the floor and dropping my jeans beside them.

“Neither did I,” she said, raising my shirt higher until I had no choice but to lift my arms and let her pull it over my head and drop it on the floor next to my jeans.

“Lori,” I said, rotating my body and capturing her cheeks in my hands, staring resolutely into her tempestuous blue eyes, “I don’t regret it.”

Mimicking my position, she raised her hands to my cheeks and replied just as assiduously, “Neither do I.”

From deep within my gut, a warm surge of relief flooded my nervous system, making my spine feel like jelly. Expelling a held breath, I snaked an arm around her back and guided her back to the bed. Climbing on top of her, I covered her with my body and hummed at the feel of her skin against mine.

“This time,” I told her, “we’ll go slow.”

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Elvis Movie Character Masterlist

Walter Hale: Clean Up Your Own Backyard

From The Trouble With Girls. Walter needs your help with making the Chautauqua run smoothly, but you can't leave your son behind. How will he convince you?

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, kissing, cussing, fingering, oral sex (m&f receiving), p in v penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie

Pacer Burton: Blue Moon

From Flaming Star. Pacer is shocked to find himself still alive after fighting the Kiowa, but he's even more shocked to find you there taking care of him.

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, although this one is pretty tame, kissing, p in v penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, both characters are virgins, so mentions of pain during sex, also references to racism

Joe Lightcloud: Come Back, Joe

From Stay Away, Joe. You've been best friends with Joe for almost your whole life, but things change when you realize you have feelings for each other.

Warnings: definitely 18+, minors DNI at all, kissing, cussing, fingering, oral sex (both receiving), p in v penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, and use of alcohol

Danny Fisher: Lover Doll

From King Creole. Danny is too old to be in your high school class, and as his teacher you should not be feeling these things. Can something that feels so right really be wrong?

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI!, inappropriate relationship (BUT EVERYONE IS OF LEGAL AGE), kissing, cussing, fingering, oral sex (f & m receiving), p in v penetrative sex, unprotected sex, swallowing

Tulsa McLean: Home Sweet Oklahoma

From G.I. Blues. You haven't seen Tulsa since you were kid, but when he shows up at the club you work at in Germany, everything changes.

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, masturbation (male), kissing, cussing, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), p in v sex, unprotected sex, and I think that's about it. It's pretty fluffy.

Tulsa McLean: That Loved On Look

From G.I. Blues. You're tired of being ignored by your husband, the Captain, when Tulsa shows up at the Christmas party and gives you all the attention you've been craving.

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, cussing, infidelity (reader is married), kissing, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), p in v penetrative sex, unprotected sex, ejaculation

Dr. John Carpenter: The Doctor Will See You Now

From Change of Habit. Your previous rendezvous with Dr. John left you with an unexpected consequence, but it doesn't take long for him to adjust and agree to take care of you.

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, this one has your regular smutty kissing, cussing, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), p in v sex, unprotected sex, but also pregnancy and childbirth!!! Do not read if that's going to bother/trigger you, please!

Walter Gulick: Cream(pie) Valley

From Kid Galahad. Walter doesn't know what to expect when he shows up to your nurse's office after his first fight, but you're the one who gets the surprise in this reader request.

Warnings: 18+ NO MINORS, kissing, cussing, fingering, oral sex (m&f receiving), p in v sex, unprotected sex, creampie(s), breeding kink, I think that's all...

Mike McCoy: Spinout

From Spinout. Mike likes to think he's the ultimate playboy. What happens when he finds out he's no good at his own game? Will you be the woman to teach him what's what?

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, lots of sex in this one, kissing, cussing, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), p in v penetrative sex, unprotected sex, ejaculation, also they drink alcohol in a couple of scenes

#elvis presley #elvis presley fanfiction #elvis fanfic #elvis smut #elvis presley fic #elvis #elvis presley x reader #elvis x reader #elvis presley x y/n #elvis fanfiction #elvis fandom #elvis fic #elvis presley fanfic #elvis presley smut #elvis x y/n #elvis x you #elvis presley x you #masterlist

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filmnoirsbian · 1 year

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Hi !! I was wondering if you had any book recs/favorite books? Things that you think of as inspiration or just plain like? Genuinely curious. <3 im in love with your work btw i spent the other day binging your patreon

Some favorites that deeply impacted me from a young age up into teenagedom: the Animorphs series by K. A. Applegate, Where the Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein, Oddly Enough by Bruce Coville, The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, Little Sister by Kara Dalkey, The Enchanted Forest Chronicles by Patricia C. Wrede, The Tale of Desperaux by Kate DiCamillo, A Series of Unfortunate Events by Lemony Snicket, The Chronicles of Prydain by Lloyd Alexander, Something Wicked This Way Comes by Ray Bradbury, the Septimus Heap series by Angie Sage, Piratica by Tanith Lee, the Inkheart series by Cornelia Funke, His Dark Materials by Philip Pullman, Holes by Louis Sachar, The View from Saturday by E. L. Konigsburg, Shizuko's Daughter by Kyoko Mori, The Sea-Wolf by Jack London, Walk Two Moons by Sharon Creech, Criss Cross by Lynne Rae Perkins, Everything on a Waffle by Polly Horvath, Surviving the Applewhites by Stephanie S. Tolan, The Last Book in the Universe by Rodman Philbrick, The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes by Arthur Conan Doyle, Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Cafe by Fannie Flagg, The Iliad and Odyssey (allegedly) by Homer, The Táin by many people, Harlem by Walter Dean Myers, Esperanza Rising by Pam Muñoz Ryan, The Wall and the Wing by Laura Ruby, The Lord of the Rings by J. R. R. Tolkein, The Hainish Cycle by Ursula K. Le Guin, Till We Have Faces by C. S. Lewis, The Ethical Vampire series by Susan Hubbard, The Howl Series by Diana Wynne Jones, the Curseworkers series by Holly Black, The Turn of the Screw by Henry James, Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov, The Raven Cycle by Maggie Stiefvater, Frankenstein by Mary Shelley, The Haunting of Hill House by Shirley Jackson, Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep by Philip K. Dick, Android Karenina by Ben H. Winters, An Autobiography of Red by Anne Carson, Beloved by Toni Morrison, A Stir of Bones by Nina Kiriki Hoffman, the Mistborn series by Brandon Sanderson, Deathless by Catherynne M. Valente, World War Z by Max Brooks, This is Not A Drill by K. A. Holt, Fade to Blue by Sean Beaudoin, Carmilla by Sheridan Le Fanu, The Moth Diaries by Rachel Klein, Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman, Crush by Richard Siken, Hopscotch by Julio Cortázar, The Hunchback of Notre-Dame by Victor Hugo, Devotions by Mary Oliver, The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde

Some favorites read more recently: The Expanse series by James S. A. Corey, Engine Summer by John Crowley, Lovecraft Country by Matt Ruff, The Princess Bride by William Goldman, Heart Berries by Terese Marie Mailhot, My Best Friend's Exorcism by Grady Hendrix, Reprieve by James Han Mattson, House of Leaves by Mark Z. Danielewski, Sharp Objects by Gillian Flynn, Kindred by Octavia Butler, Reading Lolita in Tehran by Azar Nafisi, Station Eleven by Emily St. John-Mandel, The Crown Ain't Worth Much by Hanif Abdurraqib, The Refrigerator Monologues by Catherynne M. Valente, Convenience Store Woman by Sayaka Murata, Tender is the Flesh by Augustina Bazterrica, The Girl with All the Gifts by Mike Carey, The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo by Stieg Larsson, The Bluest Eye by Toni Morrison, She had some horses by Joy Harjo, Bright Dead Things by Ada Limón, The King Must Die by Mary Renault, Books of Blood by Clive Barker, Rosemary's Baby by Ira Levin, Cassandra by Christa Wolfe

Plays: The Oresteia by Aeschylus, Electra by Sophocles, Los Reyes by Julio Cortázar, Angels in America by Tony Kushner, August: Osage County by Tracy Letts, The Bald Soprano by Eugène Ionesco, The Trojan Women by Euripides, Salome by Oscar Wilde, Girl on an Altar by Marina Carr, Fences by August Wilson, The Glass Menagerie by Tennessee Williams, M. Butterfly by David Henry Hwang, Our Town by Thornton Wilder, Sweeney Todd by Christopher Bond

Graphic novels: The Crow by James O'Barr, DMZ by Brian Wood and Riccardo Burchielli, Eternals (2021) by Kieron Gillen and Esad Ribić, Watchmen by Alan Moore and Dave Gibbons and John Higgins, My Favorite Thing is Monsters by Emil Ferris, Maus by Art Spiegelman, Tank Girl by Alan Martin and Jamie Hewlett, Persepolis by Marjane Satrapi, Through the Woods by Emily Carroll, Anya's Ghost by Vera Brosgol

#watchmen is difficult to recommend on account of the misogyny but beyond that it really did change my life lol #asks #an open window #book recs #also i know technically eternals isn't a graphic novel it's a comic run directly related to the avengers and such at large BUT #it is sooo so good and u don't really have to know much abt what the avengers losers are up to in order to understand it #i didn't include any other favorite comic runs bc they require other things to be read for context. ur welcome.

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dispatches from Republican America, Jan 24 2024

Texas:

“Texas saw an estimated 26,313 rape-related pregnancies during the 16 months after the state outlawed all abortions, with no exceptions for survivors of rape or incest, according to a study published Wednesday in the Journal of the American Medical Association,”

“The authors noted that while some pregnant rape survivors who need abortion care may be able to travel out of state or manage the pregnancy at home with abortion pills, the bans leave many survivors without a viable alternative.”

Oklahoma:

On Tuesday, Oklahoma's superintendent of public instruction, Ryan Walters, announced he was appointing right-wing social media influencer Chaya Raichik — best known for her controversial Libs of TikTok social media accounts — to an advisory role on the state's Library Media Advisory Committee. That will allow her to help determine which books are appropriate for Oklahoma school libraries.

Raichik's social media accounts are known for targeting liberals, LGBTQ people and teachers. Often, she uses incendiary claims and conspiracy theories to suggest without evidence that members of these groups engage in the indoctrination or sexual exploitation of children. And both Raichik and Walters have been accused of stoking bomb threats toward people and places featured in Raichik's videos: Walters has faced calls to resign over claims that he helped incite bomb threats toward a librarian when he reshared an edited Libs of TikTok video. That video also led to bomb threats against his home; Walters called such threats "reprehensible and unacceptable," according to KOCO News, and said they were being investigated. Raichik, meanwhile, has been accused of inciting threats against hospitals and schools.

Ohio:

Ohio has banned gender-affirming care for minors and restricted transgender women’s and girls’ participation on sports teams, a move that has families of transgender children scrambling over how best to care for them.

The Republican-dominated Senate voted Wednesday to override GOP Gov. Mike DeWine’s veto. The new law bans gender-affirming surgeries and hormone therapies, and restricts mental health care for transgender individuals under 18. The measure also bans transgender girls and women from girls and women’s sports teams at both the K-12 and collegiate level.

Officials expect the law to take effect in roughly 90 days.

Texas (again):

Texas is apparently taking advantage of a loophole in a recent Supreme Court ruling involving the US-Mexico border in order to keep putting up more razor-wire fencing along the Rio Grande riverbank.

The Supreme Court's 5-4 Monday ruling delivered a huge win to the Biden administration in its ongoing legal battle with Texas over the southern border by allowing federal border agents to cut or move barbed wire fencing the Republican-controlled state installed at the border.

The ruling does not call for Texas to take any action in the matter — and the state's Republican governor, Greg Abbott, suggested in a post to X on Wednesday that Texas will keep putting up the fencing, even if federal border agents take it down.

"Texas' razor wire is an effective deterrent against the illegal border crossings encouraged by [President Joe] Biden's open border policies," Abbott said. "We continue to deploy this razor wire to repel illegal immigration."

#Politics #us politics #republicans #rape #transphobia #trans ban #abortion #immigration #Texas #libs of tiktok

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wearebackbagels · 1 year

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Don’t imagine the SAS in highschool, dont do it, DON’T-! ........I did it.

The principal's son David Stirling who wants to live up to the family name but struggles in school.

And his rowdy crush Eve.

Paddy is flying in and out of juvie more frequently than he is shagging his long-haired boyfriend.

And Augustin is not too happy about either of those things.

This is the second time Dave gets busted while smoking weed by the dumpsters.

Reggie-best-in-the-football-team-Seekings.

Straight A-student Johnny.

Mike before puberty hit him like a fucking train. All the girls( and most boys) at school have a crush on him.

Jock Lewis is secretly making bombs with stuff he steals from the lab in the school cellar.

Pat Riley is good with a sewing machine and works part time as a police officer though there are some who claims they have seen him smoking weed with Dave Kershaw by the dumpsters, but those are just rumours ofc.

And what list of mine would be complete without my Trash prince Walter Essner aka Mr Real Thing having beef with someone in the mens-room( or something, I have no fucking clue what is about to go down here)

Actors, media and characters. Connor Swindells - Sex Education ( Adam Groff)

Sofia Boutella - Atomic Blonde (Delphine)

Jack O’Connell - Starred Up ( Eric Love)

César Domboy - The Walk ( Jeff/Jean)

Bobby Schofield - The Walk-In ( Matthew Hankinson)

Theo Barklem Biggs - The First Team( Petey Brooks)

Jacob McCarthy - The Drummer And the Keeper (Christopher)

Tom Glynn Carney - The Last Post (Tony Armstrong)

Alfie Allen - How to Build A Girl (John Kite)

Jacob Ifan - Cuffs (Jake Vickers)

Paul Boche - Uns Geht es Gut( The blond)

I seriously couldn’t find anything with Donal Finn( Eoin) or Corin Silva( Almonds). They are basically in nothing outside of SAS. Same goes for Bill Fraser, sorry @adowbaldwin

FUNNY STUFF IN THE COMMENTS

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arthurtaylorlester · 1 year

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explain to me why mike walters manages to be extra gay with everyone who has tried to kill him at least once

#woe.begone #w.bg #woe.begone spoilers #w.bg spoilers #mike walters best girl #like #michael boy what do you mean you wanted to hear ty betteridge say you're his favourite #mike walters and his 3 bfs #he is so real for that #no because why does this wet cat have so many bitches #he has chemistry with himself too #like dude #what #why #unethical timetravel

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Take Me To The Fair

Pairing: Mike Edwards (Elvis Presley) x reader

Word count: 9,6K

Warning(s): angst (if you squint), strong language, 1963!Elvis, teeny tiny spoilers (it’s a movie from the 60s, don’t come for my ass), does not follow the exact plot of the movie, SMUUUUT!!!

Requested: nope, this was all me bein’ a whore for Mike.

Summary: Sue-Lin Ling will do anything to get her babysitter and her new best friend she meets at Seattle’s World Fair together. Even if it means sleeping without her beloved red friend for one night.

Author’s note: some elements in this are taken from the movie, but most things in there i made up. enjoy darlin’s! i will be rewatching the movie for the 100th time now. :)

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‘‘Take me to the fair, don't know anywhere I would rather be. Let's go to the fair, we'll walk hand in hand, through Tomorrow Land; only you and me. I wanna see everything, do everything. While we're doin' it all, I'll buy the peanuts and popcorn; we'll have us a ball. You can spend my pay, crush me in the crowds, I'll be in the clouds; honey, I don't care, but take me to the fair.’’

‘‘Voila, all done!’’ you smiled brightly at the six year old girl in front of you, turning her around so she could face the mirror in the bathroom of your small apartment, showing her the two braided pigtails she had been asking for you to do since the moment she opened her eyes this morning. Her eyes twinkled at the red ribbons you put at the beginning and end of your creation, the contrast of the bright color looking beautiful with her black hair. ‘‘Not too tight?’’ You asked her as you tapped the top of her head softly and she shook her head with a bright smile, the long braids swinging with her movements.

You moved to Seattle a year ago to attend the university you’ve always dreamed of, but life in the big metropolitan wasn’t exactly cheap so you applied for several jobs as soon as you were settled in your apartment. When you came across Walter Ling’s ad for a baby sitter for his niece, you immediately called the phone number listed at the bottom─you’ve always loved children and mr. Ling sounded desperate on the other end of the line. He was an apple farmer that often had to travel back and forth to make deliveries and whatnot and when he shamefully admitted that he’d let his six year old niece stay at home alone sometimes, you came over to his house that same day. Sue-Lin loved you the second she laid eyes on you and her uncle hired you on the spot. Whenever you’d babysit her, you’d usually be over at the Ling household or take her outside to do whatever she wanted to do whenever she didn’t have school to attend. When spring break came around and mr. Ling asked if Sue-Lin could stay at your place for the week because he’d be gone for work, you couldn’t say no. You had a few projects that you’d need to finish before break ended, but it wasn’t like you wouldn’t procrastinate them if you weren’t babysitting, anyways.

Along with spring break, came the Century 21 Exposition─or better known as Seattle’s World Fair. People from both Seattle and outside of it came to the city to flock the fair, learning about its space and science theme, hoping for job opportunities and whatnot. While you loved looking at the all the interesting science projects and so on, both you and Sue-Lin were more looking forward to the rides and food.

‘‘Look at the monorail!’’ Sue-Lin yelled from the passengers’ side of your car as you parked the vehicle, her small finger pointed to the entrance of the steps that led up to the fair’s monorail. You laughed as you killed the engine, taking off your seatbelt. ‘‘You can’t even see it yet, silly,’’ you grinned at her, getting out of the car. She crawled over the seat and got out at your side, smiling brightly at you. ‘‘But I already know it’s beautiful,’’ she stuck her tongue out playfully and you laughed, closing the door before slipping your hand into her smaller one. ‘‘You are more beautiful,’’ you mimicked her actions by sticking out your tongue and she laughed. Both of you went back and forth on who was more beautiful as you walked to the stairs of the futuristic train that would take you to the fair. You and Sue-Lin were talking and laughing, swinging your intertwined fingers back and forth in between you and you didn’t notice two men at the bottom of the stairs, until you bumped into one of them.

‘‘Oh, excuse me,’’ you apologized, looking at the brown haired man with a small smile on your face. He barely looked at you, mumbling something under his breath as he just dug his hands deeper into the pockets of his worn out brown leather jacket, turning away from you. You raised your eyebrows, reminding yourself that Sue-Lin was next to you, but oh how you wanted to give him a piece of your mind. The other man cleared his throat and you looked at him, your facial features softening a little bit─dear Lord. This man was absolutely gorgeous.

‘‘Sorry about my friend, miss. He’s in a bad mood today,’’ he told you, ignoring his friend who shot him an angry glare. You chuckled softly and nodded, the man’s blue eyes boring into yours shamelessly as a smile was tugging at his lips. ‘‘It’s no problem. Have a good day,’’ you told them, mostly the dark haired and blue eyed man rather than the other, but you were still trying to be polite. You and Sue-Lin turned back around and started walking up the steps to catch the next train, both of you ready to take on the fair by storm─and all its delicious snacks.

‘‘Excuse me!’’ You heard a voice yell out behind you and you came to a halt at the top of the stairs, reaching the monorail’s platform. You turned around and looked at the blue eyed man that had followed you up the stairs, smiling confidently at you. ‘‘Are you girls going to the fair?’’

‘‘Yes!’’ Sue-Lin exclaimed excitedly, tugging at your hand as she looked up at him with wide eyes and a bright smile. ‘‘Mind for one more to tag along?’’ He grinned, obviously meaning himself. Was this stranger really inviting himself for a day at the fair with you and the six year old girl you were babysitting? Even though he was absolutely gorgeous and his lips looked extremely kissable, he was still a man and you knew better than to trust one so soon. Sue-Lin looked at you with hopeful eyes─apparently you weren’t the only one who thought he was handsome─but you ignored her silent pleading and looked back at the man in front of you, putting on your most friendly smile. ‘‘I’m sorry, but we were kind of planning on having a… girls day,’’ you lied, giving him a nod before you turned around and walked toward the monorail, before you’d give in to your urges for some male company and let him stay. Sue-Lin giggled behind her hand as she hopped on the monorail with you, tugging you to the back. The train was full of people and you gave Sue-Lin one of the empty spots on the back bench, standing in front of her by the large windows. You didn’t notice the handsome stranger making his way into the monorail as well, sneaking into the spot next to Sue-Lin that a girl happily gave up for him. It was probably those damned baby blues.

‘‘Hello,’’ Sue-Lin whispered with a giggle as the monorail started moving forward, making you grab onto one of the poles so you wouldn’t fall flat on your face, or ass. When Sue-Lin looked over at you and saw you were enjoying the view and had no idea that she was talking to the man, she leaned in closer to him to continue whispering. ‘‘I have never seen her with a boyfriend,’’ she told him, hiding her mouth behind her hand to be absolutely sure you wouldn’t overhear her gossiping about you. ‘‘You should buy her popcorn, oh, or cotton candy! She likes that,’’ she nodded at him with big eyes, and he couldn’t help but laugh softly, pursing his lips to muffle the sound. ‘‘Does she like that, or you?’’ he asked playfully, poking her cheek and she let out a loud giggle. You turned around and the smile you wore was smacked right off of your face when you noticed the man from before giggling with Sue-Lin. You reached your hand out to her, gently pulling you in front of her as you looked at him. ‘‘Sir, I already told you, we’re fine just the two of us. Enjoy your day,’’ you said sharply, placing your arms over Sue-Lin’s small shoulders, turning back to the view of the fair coming closer in sight. Sue-Lin giggled and turned her head back to the man, putting her thumbs up. ‘‘Look at the view,’’ you told her, gently grabbing her chin to make her face forward again.

You could feel his eyes burning on you the entire time you were on the monorail and you couldn’t be more grateful when the train came to a stop, a voice through the intercom informing the passenger’s they had arrived at the fair. Sue-Lin slipped her hand in yours as she gave the man another wave before tugging you along─you looked over your shoulder once more, silently cursing the gorgeous stranger when he gave you a little finger wave and a smirk. Something told you this wouldn’t be the last time you’d see him.

You decided to push any lingering thoughts about him out of your mind as much as possible and enjoy the day with Sue-Lin. Since you had the biggest soft spot for the girl ever, you went on every ride she was allowed in with her and probably played every money grabbing game there was, both of you not being very good at them. You decided to check out the expositions for a little bit, but the both of you got bored with it rather fast and went back outside to the fair to indulge in more games and more food.

‘‘Okay, you sit here and guard this spot with your life!’’ You told the smiley girl in front of you as you sat her down at a picnic table near a few food stands. She gave you a determined nod and two thumbs up, smiling happily as you kissed her forehead and walked to one of the food stands to get the both of you some food. You were too busy ordering and making small talk with the girl that was ringing up your order, not noticing Sue-Lin had wandered away from the picnic table and to one of the game stands, admiring a very big red stuffed dog that was the main prize of the game. The man of the booth smiled at her, asking her if she wanted to play.

‘‘I don’t have money,’’ the dark haired girl pouted as she sighed defeatedly, staring up at the stuffed animal with lost hope. Before the vendor could turn away, the handsome stranger from before stepped next to Sue-Lin, handing the man in the booth a dollar. ‘‘Mr. stranger!’’ Sue-Lin yelled excitedly, making some people look at the two with questioning looks on their faces. The blue eyed stranger took the balls the booth owner handed to him and got through his knees, smiling at Sue-Lin. ‘‘You can call me Mike, ‘kay? What’s your name?’’ he asked sweetly, handing her two balls. She squeezed them in her hands and smiled brightly. ‘‘Okay, mr. Mike. My name is Sue-Lin,’’ she told him and he chuckled, nodding as he picked her up and put her on the edge of the game booth, letting her throw the two balls he gave her. She barely even managed to reach the milk bottles that needed to be knocked down and as he saw her longing eyes at the red dog, he chuckled and threw the rest of the balls. Sue-Lin cheered in excitement as he knocked the bottles down, watching the vendor take down the dog with bright eyes. She wrapped her tiny arms around the stuffed animal as Mike put her back down on the ground─she practically disappeared behind the size of her prize.

‘‘It’s bigger than you are, tiny!’’ he laughed and she giggled, looking up at him. ‘‘Let’s go find your mommy,’’

‘‘She’s not my mommy,’’ she informed him, but followed nonetheless as he placed a gentle hand on the back of her shoulder, guiding her back to the food stands where he saw her running from. ‘‘She’s my babysitter. Her name is Y/N,’’ she smiled brightly, wanting you to meet Mike and be friendly to him. She didn’t know why you hadn’t invited him to come along with the both of you─after all, he won her the prize she wanted, so he was pretty much the perfect human being in her eyes.

‘‘Y/N, huh? Pretty name,’’ he mumbled to himself as he looked around the crowd, trying to find you in it. As they reached the picnic table and Sue-Lin realised you weren’t there, she tugged on his hand. ‘‘I think she went to see some expositions,’’

‘‘Without you?’’ he questioned, raising an eyebrow as he got through his knees, looking at her. ‘‘I don’t think so, tiny. She’s probably looking for you,’’

Sue-Lin squeezed the red dog against her a little, shaking her head confidently. ‘‘She told me she went inside and would be right back, but maybe you and I should go get her,’’ she said, a small smile tugging at her lips mischievously. As Mike sighed softly and nodded, standing up straight, she slipped her hand into his and tugged on it softly. As he looked down at her, she gave him the biggest and cutest puppy eyes she could muster. ‘‘Can we eat something first? I’m hungry,’’ she pouted and Mike let out another sigh, laughing as he gave her a playful eye roll, nodding his head as he took the stuffed animal from her, carrying it before he took her to the nearest food stand. And then another one, and another one, and another one…

You, on the other hand, weren’t so relaxed─oh no, you were in absolute panic. Every horror situation that you could think of kept playing in your mind the second you saw Sue-Lin was not at the picnic table where she should be. You were afraid something might’ve happened to her, or someone took her. Mr. Ling was absolutely going to kill you, firing your dead body on the spot. An hour went by and you must’ve circled the huge fair for about five times already, describing Sue-Lin to people and asking if they had seen her. You went to probably every information and help desk the fair had, informing them about a missing girl, but even though they gave out information through the fair’s speakers, Sue-Lin still didn’t seem to realise just in how much panic she put you through.

‘‘Sue-Lin, we really have to go and find your babysitter now. Five more minutes and we’ll have all of Seattle looking for you,’’ he told her as was holding the waffle she insisted of having in front of her face, her little mouth munching on it casually. People were looking at them know, recognizing Sue-Lin from the description that was put out through the speakers and he knew exactly how this looked like. You already thought he was some kind of weirdo, so he needed to find you before you’d think he had kidnapped Sue-Lin. She sighed as she swallowed her bite, nodding as she jumped off the bench they were on, pushing away the waffle from her. Mike handed it to a random person, quickly tugging Sue-Lin along to the information desk they said you were waiting at.

You were in tears now, ignoring the girl behind the desk that was trying to calm you down. The fair was huge and you had absolutely no idea if you were ever going to find your cute little, pigtailed companion of the day. The girl behind the desk snapped you out of your emotions as she pointed at Sue-Lin coming into a view, tugging that blue eyed stranger from the monorail along with her. You gasped as you ran over to her, picking her up as you squeezed her tightly.

‘‘Oh my God, you’re alive,’’ you breathed out softly, leaning back to look at her face. You blinked away some tears and gave her a stern look. ‘‘You can’t just walk off like that, Sue-Lin Ling! Do you have any idea how scared I was? I’ve been looking everywhere for you,’’ you told her, trying to sound strict, but you sounded more relieved that she was back and in one piece. A blush crept up her cheeks as she pouted a little, swinging her arms around your neck as she apologized in your ear. You sighed deeply as you rubbed her back, thanking the girl behind the desk as she announced through the speakers that the missing child was found.

‘‘I’m really sorry, miss. She was with me,’’ Mike spoke up and you turned to look at him, your fierce eyes squinting at him. You put Sue-Lin down, holding onto her hand, pointing an accusing finger at the man in front of you. ‘‘And you didn’t think to look for me? I’ve been running around in circles like a fool for an hour and what have you been doing exactly? There’s a million information desks here, you couldn’t have gotten it through your thick skull to have them call out for me?!’’ You yelled at him, people looking at you as if you had lost your mind but you didn’t even care at this point.

Mike stayed calm, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as Sue-Lin folded her hands together, pleading him not to say anything. ‘‘We ate some food. Sue-Lin was hungry, she can be very persuasive, ya know,’’ he said, getting an angry glare from the little girl next to you.

‘‘It’s my fault, miss Y/N! Please don’t yell at mr. Mike. He’s really nice and he won me a prize!’’ she exclaimed, holding out her hands to the dog Mike was still holding. ‘‘Can he come with us to the big scary building?’’ She asked, pointing up at the Space Needle you promised to take her to before she took the stuffed animal he handed to her as he got through his knees to be at the same height as her, looking up at you. ‘‘I’m very nice, miss Y/N,’’ he smiled, fluttering his eyelashes at you. ‘‘And I’ll pay for the food,’’

You almost scoffed right in his face, crossing your arms as you stuck out your hip, looking at the pair in front of you. Sue-Lin pouted heavily at you, folding her hands together once more as she squeezed the stuffed animal in between her little arms. You rolled your eyes and shook your head a little bit. Sue-Lin obviously wanted you to give this man your attention and you knew she wouldn’t let it rest until you’d say yes. ‘‘Fine!’’ you exclaimed, wanting them to stop looking at you like that. As Mike stood up straight again, you looked at him as you took Sue-Lin’s hand in yours again. ‘‘And you’re definitely paying,’’

The Space Needle was probably one of the most popular attractions at the fair─it had an amazing view of the entire fair and city no matter what floor you were on, but since you had to queue so long for it and it was getting later, the three of you agreed on going to the revolting restaurant on the top floor straight away. After chewing all day long, Sue-Lin was still hungry. As you were seated in the restaurant, the sun had gotten down, stars painted against the dark night sky. It was a gorgeous view and even though you wouldn’t admit it, the view across from you at the table wasn’t so bad either. Sue-Lin insisted on sitting next to Mike, drawing on a placemat the waitress put down for her and he was helping her. The sight made your heart clench but as he grinned at you so confidently, you had to remind yourself that he was still a man, and a stranger. And he seemed like the type that knew he was good looking, using it to his advantage more than he should.

‘‘So, what do you do, Mike?’’ you asked him after you finished your meals, taking a sip of the coffee you had ordered. Sue-Lin had trouble keeping her eyes open, leaving her half eaten desert for what it was as her head fell against Mike’s arm, eyes drooping shut. He chuckled softly and gently wrapped his arm around her shoulder, letting her lay against his side instead. ‘‘I’m a pilot,’’ he told you as he looked back at you, not shying away from the intense eye contact. You hummed softly, smiling as you were genuinely interested in his profession. ‘‘What airline?’’ you asked, putting your coffee down. He chuckled softly, resting his arm on the back of Sue-Lin’s seat. ‘‘My own, you could say,’’ he said and you gave him an impressed nod, making him laugh softly. ‘‘Crop dusting pilot. Along with my friend, who you met earlier today, but I’ve been thinking about quitting. Him that is, not flying,’’ he said, sighing softly and you leaned your elbows on the table, chin on your knuckles. ‘‘I want bigger and better things and he’s not ready for that yet,’’ he told you and you nodded your head a little bit, smiling as you pointed outside. ‘‘Why reach for the stars if you can reach for space? The fair is the perfect place for it,’’ you chuckled and he let out a soft laugh, nodding as he took a sip of his coffee. He seemed to be in thought for a little bit until his eyes twinkled when they met yours again. ‘‘How about we go to the NASA exposition that opens tomorrow?’’

You widened your eyes a little at him, lowering your hands. ‘‘Oh.. Well, you know, I’m babysitting Sue-Lin all week and I have school projects to work on that are due by next week, so..’’

‘‘I wanna go,’’ Sue-Lin mumbled as she slowly opened her eyes, rubbing them a little bit as she smiled at you and Mike. Mike smiled back at her, squeezing her shoulder. ‘‘See! She wants to go,’’ he said, hope in his eyes. Sue-Lin leaned closer to his ear, cupping her hand over her mouth. ‘‘She never does her school work in time,’’ she whispered to him, though loud enough for you to hear and you rolled your eyes, laughing softly. Mike grinned and looked at you as Sue-Lin pouted and fluttered her eyelashes at you, hugging Mike tightly as if she had known him for years. He gently put his head on top of hers, pouting now as well. The sight was cute and you laughed at it, but you were stubborn and softly shook your head, sighing softly.

‘‘I’m sorry, Mike, but.. no,’’ you said seriously, giving Sue-Lin a warning look as she opened her mouth to protest. ‘‘I’m just not ready for.. anything that comes close to a relationship or whatever it is what you’re looking for,’’ you told him, quickly grabbing your purse from the seat next to you as you got up. Sue-Lin silently got up, but you could see in her eyes that she was bummed out at the fact that you just turned down her new best friend.

‘‘How about a friendship?’’

You looked at the blue eyed man, who was oh so gorgeous with those stupidly kissable lips and perfectly slicked back hair. Your heart wanted to say yes, yes, yes! But you decided to be rational this time. You had run into dozens of men like Mike in your life and every time you had listened to your heart, they broke it into a thousand pieces and moved on to the next one. You took Sue-Lin’s hand into yours, giving the man in front of you a soft smile. ‘‘I’m sorry, Mike,’’ you told him, trying to soften the blow by sounding sweet. ‘‘I hope you will get the change you’ve been looking for. And thank you.. for today,’’ you gave him a little nod before you slowly turned around and took Sue-Lin to the elevators. Sue-Lin looked over her shoulder, waving at Mike with tears in her eyes─she was going to do absolutely everything to make sure this wouldn’t be the last time you and her would see Mike Edwards.

The next morning, Sue-Lin was up and ready at the crack of dawn. She washed her face, brushed her teeth and gotten herself dressed in the outfit you put out for her last night. The big red dog Mike won for her yesterday was nowhere to be seen and she would be absolutely devastated if she wouldn’t be aware of its whereabouts. But she was very aware. When you turned down Mike and took her out of the restaurant, her prayers had been answered when you seemed to completely forget about the stuffed animal and she pretended to as well. Mike didn’t notice until you and Sue-Lin were out of the building and he had no luck of finding you and the little girl outside when he had managed to squirm his way through the crowds and to the monorail. You were long gone, but something told him not to get rid of the awfully hideous red dog, so he took it home and decided to give his luck another try tomorrow.

‘‘Y/N, wake up, wake up!’’ Sue-Lin yelled after she was done playing with her toys. She had decided to let you sleep until at least 8 o’clock, because she knew how cranky you could get in the mornings. Eight was still damn early for you, especially on your free day, but the little girl couldn’t wait anymore. When you opened your eyes, Sue-Lin channeled the little actress that was hidden inside of her─she pouted her lips, making tears burn in her eyes as much as she was capable of. You turned on your side as you opened your eyes, blinking a few times and when you saw her teary eyed face, you sat up a little as worry took over your features. ‘‘Hey little girl, come here,’’ you whispered, wrapping your arms around her as she sat down next to you on your bed. ‘‘What’s going on?’’

Sue-Lin grinned softly at herself as she had her face pressed in your chest, squeezing you tightly with her arms wrapped around your waist. ‘‘M-My.. My dog,’’ she stuttered, letting out soft sobs. She sure did a good job of making it all sound very realistic. You frowned, running your hands through her long hair that was hanging down because she wasn’t able to do her usual braided pigtails herself yet. ‘‘My red dog that mr. M-Mike won for me.. We forgot it last n-night,’’ she sniffed, her shoulders shaking in your embrace as she cried and you widened your eyes a little. You had completely forgotten about the stuffed animal when leaving the fair, your stupid weak brain too occupied with Mike and how much you wanted to slap yourself for turning him down. You cleared your throat a little, placing your hands on her arms to gently push her back in your embrace, looking down at her. Real tears were rolling down her cheeks, so you figured she must’ve really liked this dog. She pouted heavily, wiping some of her tears away with the back of her hands, looking up at you with those soft sad brown eyes.

‘‘Can we go back today to see if he still has it?’’ She questioned pleadingly and you sighed deeply, squeezing your eyes shut for a few seconds. He told you that he’d be going to the NASA exposition today, but he could’ve changed his mind. Maybe him and his friend had already flown right out of Seattle the moment you got home last night.

‘‘There could be a chance that he won’t be there, Sue-Lin. He could be a busy man,’’

Sue-Lin huffed but as you raised your eyebrow at her, she quickly pouted again. ‘‘But what if he is! Mr. Mike is a sweet man and I don’t think he is a busy man. Busy men don’t go to the fair alone,’’ she stated matter-of-factly, as if she had known this man her entire life already. Part of you wished you were that trusting of people, maybe then you would’ve actually be dating someone already. You looked at her with squinted eyes and a smile spread across her face, wrapping her arms around your neck to hug you tightly as she pleaded over and over again for you to take her. You sighed deeply and tugged her hair softly in a playful manner. ‘‘Okay, fine, fine! We’ll go,’’ you gave in and she immediately jumped off the bed, tugging you along. ‘‘But! Only to get your dog back and no more running off, you hear me?’’ you told her, trying to sound stern, but she just smiled and nodded, pulling you into the bathroom so you could do her hair.

You hated that you actually made a bigger effort today than you did yesterday─perfecting your make-up, matching the colors of your eye shadow to the pink cream shift dress you decided to wear. Sue-Lin gave you a wide grin as you stepped into a pair of white mid heeled pumps, spraying some perfume on your skin after you put your hair up. You raised an eyebrow at her, playfully spraying some perfume in her direction. ‘‘Not a word,’’ you told her with a laugh, grabbing your purse and car keys, getting her in the car with you before driving to the fair, once again.

With the weather being sunnier today, it seemed like the fair was even more crowded. There were people every where and even though both you and Sue-Lin were tempted by the tempting smell of food all around, you went straight to the exposition halls. You were determined to get this damned stuffed animal back, and Sue-Lin was determined to have you and Mike see each other again. You bought a ticket for the NASA exposition and sighed deeply as you looked around, Sue-Lin clinging onto your hand. You barely knew anything about space and as a fashion major, you were certainly not interested in NASA, so you felt extremely out of place. Most people that wandered around the place knew what they were here for and actually understood what they read in the information folders, but you and the little girl on your hand were completely clueless. But then again, you were here on a mission and one mission only.

‘‘There he is!’’ Sue-Lin exclaimed loudly, tugging on your hand as she pointed at the man you were looking for, dressed in a formal pair of black slacks and a brown blazer. God, he looked even prettier than yesterday. That damned big red dog was squeezed under his arm, on his other arm… a pretty blonde wearing a bright yellow sundress, her blue eyes twinkling as she looked up at him with a loving smile spread across her red lips. You felt jealousy creep up your spine even though you barely knew the man for 24 hours and you hated it. Sue-Lin did not look amused either, but before you could stop her, she was already pulling you through the crowd and to Mike and the mystery lady.

‘‘Mr. Mike!’’ Sue-Lin yelled as she let go of your hand and ran up to him with open arms. He smiled brightly as he let go of the woman next to him and swiftly picked the little girl up in his arms, putting her on his hip as he laughed when she hugged him tightly. ‘‘You brought him with you!’’ she giggled as she wrapped one arm around the dog’s neck, squeezing it to her smaller frame. ‘‘Ofcourse I did, tiny. I knew you would miss him,’’ he grinned as he pressed a kiss on her forehead, putting her down. He looked at you with a hint of hope in his eyes, smile still lingering on his face. You gave the girl next to him a quick smile, before looking back at him. ‘‘Thank you for keeping it with you and taking it here. Have a good day, Mike,’’ you told him with a nod of your head, taking Sue-Lin’s hand in yours again before you turned around and started walking away. Sue-Lin was protesting, looking back at Mike with pleading eyes, but you just tugged her along, wanting to get out of the exposition hall as fast as possible. You felt like a fool. What did you even expect? For him to welcome you with open arms after you’ve so bluntly turned him down last night? For such a man to even be single in the first place? You didn’t only feel like one, but you were one─a goddamn fool.

Mike hugged the woman next to him goodbye, pushing his way through the sea of people as he ran after you and Sue-Lin, screaming your name. People were looking at him, curious to see what was going on, but he didn’t care. He didn’t hesitate to follow you outside and as you could still hear him calling for you outside, you stopped abruptly in your tracks and turned around. Poor Sue-Lin was thrown in every direction and she was thankful that you let go of her hand, though she held onto the hem of your dress to let you know she was still next to you.

‘‘What do you want, Mike?’’ You exclaimed frustratedly, a deep sigh escaping you. Maybe it sounded more rude than you intended it to, but the truth was, you were frustrated and annoyed at yourself. You wouldn’t have given in to him so easily, but you were planning on actually giving him a chance. ‘‘What was that in there? Why are you running?’’ He questioned as he took a step closer to you, trying to grab your hand but you prevented him from doing so as you casually crossed your arms in front of your chest. ‘‘I thought you’d at least buy me a drink for keeping Big Red over there safe,’’ he grinned as he nodded to the stuffed animal in Sue-Lin’s arm, the girl watching the both of you curiously. She had no idea what was about to go down, but the thought of you and Mike seperating again made her sad.

‘‘Perhaps I was going to, but it seemed like you were in perfectly fine company already,’’ you said, obviously meaning the blonde on his arm when you came in. You tried to keep the tone in your voice neutral, but you were sure you sounded like a jealous girlfriend. And you weren’t even his girlfriend.

When he shamelessly let out a laugh, you widened your eyes at him as you tightened your arms against your chest. Was he really laughing at you right now? The nerve. You heard Sue-Lin giggle softly at Mike’s laugh and you softly clenched your jaw, reaching down to grab her hand and once more walk away from this man, and this time without a plan to return. Before you could manage to do so, he grabbed your wrist and looked at you, showing off his pearly whites with a bright smile.

‘‘That was my sister,’’ he said with an amused chuckle and when he saw you looking at him with wide shameful eyes, blush creeping onto your cheeks, he couldn’t hold back his laughter. He figured how it must’ve looked like for you and while he usually did not care to string several girls around at once, ever since seeing you yesterday, he had his sights set on you. You were interesting─not giving in to his charms so easily like most usually did, making him work for your attention. It was refreshing, in some way.

‘‘Your s-sister? Well, what about.. What about your friend? Where is he?’’ You questioned, placing a hand on your hip as you tried to act as unbothered as possible but your nervous demeanor wasn’t fooling anyone, let alone him. He shrugged as he grinned at you, his hand that was still around your wrist loosening but instead of letting you go, he slipped his hand right into yours, lacing your fingers together. ‘‘I told you, he’s not ready,’’ he said, shooting Sue-Lin a quick wink as he started walking with you and her. She moved to Mike’s other side, slipping her hand into his. Your muscles released some of their tension, showing defeat as you just walked along, looking at him with curious eyes.

‘‘I just applied for a job at NASA,’’ he grinned widely. ‘‘Since you didn’t want to join me for the exposition, I called up my sister who lives in Seattle. She gave me the final push I needed to reach for space,’’ nudging your shoulder with his own, he laughed as you widened your eyes and smiled at him. A genuine smile. Yesterday he told you he was thinking of going for bigger and better things, and now he had truly done it. Mike Edwards moved fast.

‘‘That’s amazing, Mike! Congratulations,’’ you told him, squeezing his hand a little. You and Mike looked at each other as you walked, big smiles on both of your faces. Maybe you had been worrying for nothing, maybe you should just let go of the reigns for a little bit and put your trust in the universe for once, letting them take over instead of shielding your heart from anyone that came too close. The blue eyed charmer was about to lean in to kiss your cheek until Sue-Lin harshly pulled on his arm and he let out a grunt, frowning at her─his features relaxed as she smiled brightly and pointed at a candy booth, tugging you both along.

Mike remembered what the little girl told him yesterday on the monorail and grinned, letting Sue-Lin pick what she wanted to have before he ordered a bucket of buttered popcorn and turned to you with a smirk. ‘‘I should be the one buying you that,’’ you laughed as you took it out of his hands, letting him pay the vendor. Sue-Lin was happily munching on her sugar coated apple─Mike took her stuffed animal in his arms, giving her enough space to eat as he slipped his hand back into yours. He opened his mouth as you started walking again and you took the hint, throwing some popcorn in his mouth. Half of it landed on the ground and he gave you a look before he laughed, opening his mouth once more. You rolled your eyes playfully, feeding him a bit more gentle this time. He managed to catch your index finger in between his lips, sucking some butter off the digit. You had to bite your tongue to hold back a gasp when you felt his tongue come into contact with your skin, and pulled back your finger. ‘‘You taste sweet, honey,’’ he grinned, the way he was looking at you making you nearly fall to your knees right in the middle of this goddamn fair. Shaking your head a little, you threw some popcorn at his face, laughing as you tried not to show how flustered he was making you feel.

You weren’t exactly planning on spending another full day at the fair and abandoning your school responsibilities, but before you knew it, the sun had set and the fair lit up with twinkling neon lights. Families with small children were traded for the local youth who went to spend their money on thrill rides and the ridiculous amount of games there were to be played, trying to win their lovers a cute prize. After the small dinner you had, Sue-Lin was too tired to walk and was currently sleeping on Mike’s shoulder as he carried her onto the stairs to the monorail platform. Your heart swelled at the sight, squeezing the red dog closer against you as you silently followed. There was no way you could protect your poor heart now─Mike had been nothing but nice the entire day, and he was so incredibly sweet with Sue-Lin. Playing all the games with her, going on all the rides, putting her on his neck or back when her feet got tired. When you got back to your car after the monorail ride, you smiled at him as he put Sue-Lin on the backseat, fastening her seatbelt. You waited when he asked you to, watching him run back across the street to get some of his stuff out of the public lockers.

‘‘Do you need a ride?’’ You asked as you opened the door on the drivers’ side, looking at him with hopeful eyes. Please say yes, please say yes. He laughed softly, scratching the back of his neck as he bit his lip. ‘‘I got nowhere for you to drop me off at,’’ he mumbled and you frowned, leaning your arm on the door. ‘‘I was living with Danny, but he kind of.. kicked me out,’’ he spoke softly, almost seeming a little ashamed to admit such a thing. Your mouth formed in a small O shape─what an asshole of a friend. ‘‘What about your sister?’’ you questioned softly, not wanting to sound rude, or as if you were rejecting him. Again. He told you she worked nightshifts at her job most of the time and he did not have a key to her place since they didn’t see each other a lot. You sighed softly, shoving your car keys in his hand. Maybe you were going to regret this, but those were going to be worries for tomorrow. ‘‘You drive, I’ll tell you where to go,’’

Sue-Lin was still sound asleep in Mike’s arms as you entered your small apartment and you silently pointed to your bedroom door. You followed him inside, putting his bag of what you guessed were clothes and his guitar case by the dining table. You smiled softly as Sue-Lin groggily opened her eyes when she was put down on the bed, watching Mike with confused eyes as he took her shoes off. ‘‘It’s alright, tiny. You’re home,’’ he chuckled softly as she looked at you and nodded, laying her head down on the pillow. He stood up straight and looked at you as you walked closer to him, grinning playfully. ‘‘And you will be sleeping on the couch,’’ you told him as you poked his chest softly, laughing as he rolled his eyes and nodded, pressing a quick kiss on your cheek before he grabbed his bag and left the bedroom. You undressed Sue-Lin and put her pajama’s on, which honestly was more difficult than you expected to do on someone who wasn’t cooperating at all. You let her hair be for what it was so you wouldn’t wake her up and quickly changed out of your dress and into a nightie, putting the matching robe on as well so it didn’t seem like you were completely throwing yourself at the man. You still wanted his head to turn, though. You let your make-up for what it was, spraying some perfume in the air before walking through it, meeting Mike again who was sitting on your couch. He had taken his blazer off, sleeves of his cream button up rolled up to his elbows, guitar in his lap. You both stared at each other and you hadn’t even realised your night wear had him checking you out like you wanted him to, too busy focusing on his chest that peaked out from underneath his shirt.

‘‘I didn’t know you played,’’ you smiled, clearing your throat a little as you walked over to him. He grinned as he looked at you, his thigh pressed against yours on your small couch as you sat down next to him. You ignored how close he was to the best of your abilities and looked down at his guitar, tapping your nail against the neck of the instrument softly. ‘‘There’s a lot you don’t know about me,’’ he grinned mischievously and you looked at him, raising a playful eyebrow.

‘‘Like… how you’re secretly a serial killer and will bash my head in with that guitar any second now?’’

He widened his eyes in horror and you laughed, throwing your head back. ‘‘Good God, what is going on in that pretty but sick little head of yours?’’ He laughed, putting his guitar down as he held up his hands when you looked at him. As if to show you he was harmless. You giggled and pushed his hands down, smiling at him. ‘‘That’s a secret I’ll never tell,’’ you joked as you shot him a bold wink and he chuckled, smoothly sliding his hands in yours. ‘‘I’m willing to try and make you, though,’’ he mumbled as he started leaning in closer. Your giggling stopped as you gasped in some air, squeezing his hands softly as you felt his hot breath on your skin. You caught him looking down at your lips as he licked his own and it sent a tingle down your spine, your eyes fluttering shut when he softly pressed his lips against yours. Surprising the both of you, you were the first one to part your lips, deepening the kiss when your tongue came in contact with his. He slowly released your hands and cupped your face, your hands planted on his thighs. As he softly sucked on your tongue before pulling back, you pressed your digits in his legs and he grinned, moving one hand up to your hair─he pulled the elastic you put in there this morning out of it, making your hair frame your face. When he put his hands on your hips and leaned back, you gladly followed him and straddled his waist, gasping softly as his hands slid up your thighs and disappeared under the silk of your night wear. You never expected yourself to be in this position, especially not with him, but it seemed like you were weaker than you thought. How in the world could you resist a man like Mike Edwards? The longer you looked at him from up close, the more convinced you were that he was created by the hands of God himself.

You leaned back in to kiss him once more, your hands fumbling with the buttons of his shirt as you explored each others’ mouths. You could still taste the faint taste of sweets on his tongue he had throughout the day and it had you softly moaning in his mouth, his fingertips caressing your warm skin. You pushed the fabric of his shirt off of his shoulders when you finally managed to flick open the last button and pulled back from the kiss, running your fingers down his chest and stomach, shamelessly checking him out. It greatly fed into his ego and he smirked as he looked down to watch your quick hands unbuckle his belt, pulling down his zipper impatiently. He let you do your thing as he sat back, only raising his hips off of the couch for a second so you could pull both his slacks and boxershorts down a little, groaning softly as his hard cock sprung free, a drizzle of pre-cum leaking down his shaft. He didn’t expect you to take so much initiative and be so bold, but he sure as hell wasn’t complaining. His hands slid down your thighs again as you moved back a little further on his legs, wrapping your hand around his cock─you smiled sweetly at him as you held eye contact, your hand moving up to let your thumb spread some of his pre-cum around, making him gasp softly. You wrapped your other hand around his cock, bringing your thumb to your lips─shamelessly sucking off his arousal. ‘‘You taste sweet, honey,’’ you mimicked his words back at him he used with you when he sucked the butter of your finger, and you had to bite your tongue to hold back a laugh as you saw the look in his eyes. He looked like he was ready to jump your bones and devour you whole, the small moan rolling off his tongue making you clench around nothingness.

His fingers were digging into your thighs as you were jerking him off, building up to a steady and enjoyable pace. Small moans and grunts were leaving his mouth, trying to keep himself as quiet as possible so he wouldn’t wake up Sue-Lin. He pulled the string of your robe loose, the weightless fabric falling right down your shoulders, exposing the skimpy nightie you wore underneath. He licked his lips hungrily as he cupped your breasts, squeezing them softly to make you moan at his actions. He grinned softly and moved one hand down, pulling your nightie up a little as he spread his legs a bit further, which caused you to spread yours. As he had more space, he slipped his hand right into your panties and ran his fingers through your wet folds, humming teasingly at the feeling. You watched as he pulled his hand back, dipping his digits into his mouth─when he opened his mouth, you just knew what he was about to say.

‘‘Don’t you even dare say it,’’ you laughed softly as you grabbed his wrist, bringing it back to where you wanted him. He laughed as well and gave you what you wanted, slipping his hand back into your panties, pushing a finger into you right away. Your soft laughter turned into a shaky gasp, your free hand grasping onto his forearm. He gave you a devilish grin as he pushed his digit all the way in, pressing his palm against your clit, rubbing against it teasingly. You moaned softly, nails digging into his skin but he didn’t seem to be bothered by it at all. You whined pleadingly as you squeezed his cock in your hand a little bit, picking up your pace. He groaned softly as he added another finger, giving up on the teasing and giving you what you wanted─mostly because he could barely focus with your hand trying to match up to the rhythm of his. The both of you were trying hard to keep your sounds to a minimum, keeping eye contact so intense you didn’t even think you were capable of having with someone. You weren’t an extremely shy person, not even with someone’s dick in your hand, but one should be at least a little timid in this position. This man was awakening something inside of you and you couldn’t wait to explore that part of yourself more.

You were both close─you could feel it in the way he twitched in your hand, and he could feel it in the way your hips were following his fingers, walls clenching around him. Your hand slowly came to halt and when he slipped his fingers out of you and out of your panties, you got up, legs a little wobbly. He took off his shirt completely as you dropped your robe to the floor, grabbing his face to kiss him hungrily while he pulled his pants down, kicking his shoes off and the fabric that pooled around his ankles. He pulled back from the kiss to take off your nightie, throwing it across the room as he snaked his arms around your waist. You looked up at him as he put you on your small two seater, hovering above you with hungry eyes, hands moving your panties down. You ran your hands through his hair, messing up the gel in it as his fingertips tickled your calves when he pulled your underwear all the way off, dropping it to the floor. The both of you completely forgot about the fact that you were not the only person in your apartment tonight, hopelessly dragged into the pleasure of exploring each other.

He leaned down to kiss your lips a few times, aligning himself at your entrance as you spread your legs for him. Your hands were holding onto his shoulders for dear life as he pushed himself inside and you groaned softly at the delicious intrusion. He gently leaned his forehead against yours as he bottomed out, gasping as his hands were squeezing the arm rest of the couch.

‘‘F-fuck,’’ he stuttered softly, eyes fluttering closed, allowing you to admire the way pleasure was written over his features. ‘‘Baby, you’re so tight,’’ he breathed out and you kissed him, grinning softly against his lips as you cupped his face. ‘‘Doubt you m-mind that,’’ you whispered, trying to sound smug, but he didn’t miss the slight stutter in your words. He laughed softly, biting his lip as he opened his eyes to look down at you, raising a teasing eyebrow. ‘‘Certainly not, beautiful,’’ he grinned, capturing your lips in a slow kiss as he gently thrusted into you─you gasped in the kiss, arms wrapping around him, nails dragging down his back as he didn’t waste any time and picked up his pace. It only caused your nails to dig in deeper and he moaned deeply at the delicious hint of pain mixed with pleasure, fucking you into the couch.

The both of you were a mess, moaning in each others’ mouths to keep the noise down─you whined softly as he pulled back from the kiss and leaned one knee on the couch, his left foot planted on the floor as he grabbed your ankles and put your thighs flat against his chest, feet over his shoulders. He continued thrusting, placing kisses on the side of your foot. While his hair was a little messed up and his lips swollen because of stolen kisses, he still looked as gorgeous as ever, a smirk tugging at his lips. You cursed as you pressed your hands over your mouth, your forearms squeezing your breasts together which Mike certainly wasn’t complaining about. You had to try real hard not to moan too loud, but Goddamnit, he was making it so hard. As he leaned forward a little, taking your legs with him and nearly folding you in half, you widened your eyes at him as you cried out in your hands. With the new position, he was hitting your g spot with every thrust, making you squeeze your eyes shut. You wanted to look at him and watch his pretty face, but your body wouldn’t allow it. You were too far gone in the pleasure that was slowly but surely consuming every inch of your body and mind, crying and moaning in the palm of your hands and when he saw an actual tear rolling down your cheek, his ego nearly exploded, smirking like an asshole.

Your orgasm was approaching fast and you made the mistake to grab onto his arms, a moan escaping your throat. He immediately leaned down even further, swallowing your cries as he kissed you sloppily, his hips stuttering a little as he came inside of you. You didn’t even protest it, your own orgasm making you feel as if you were floating right off of the pink two seater. He slowly pulled away from the kiss a few seconds after your shared climax, pulling out of you─the loss of having him inside of you made you whine softly, looking at him as you breathed heavily, your ears ringing. He pushed back some of his hair and let himself sit back on the couch, throwing his head back.

‘‘Thank God for the World’s Fair,’’ he sighed with a grin on his face, rolling his head into your direction. You looked at him, laughing as you poked your toe in his ribs, making him squeal softly before he grabbed your ankle. As he noticed his cum threatening to spill out of you, he let go of your ankle and pushed two digits inside of you, pushing it back inside of you. You leaned your elbows on the arm rest of the couch, gasping as you widened your eyes a little at him. With a soft laugh at your reaction, he leaned forward and pecked your lips. ‘‘You almost stained your pretty little couch,’’ he said playfully and you rolled your eyes, slapping his chest as he pulled his fingers out of you.

The both of you were tiptoeing to your bedroom like thieves in the night, having put your underwear back on. As you slowly creaked open the door and stuck your head inside, you saw Sue-Lin was sleeping in the middle of the bed, arms spread out, snoring softly. You grabbed Mike’s hand and softly pulled him along to your ensuite bathroom, closing the door at a snail’s pace behind you before you turned on the light.

‘‘I should buy her a present tomorrow,’’ Mike grinned as you were standing in your small shower space together. You pushed back some of his wet hair before wrapping your arms around his neck, laughing softly. ‘‘She likes chocolate and roses. Any color,’’ you told him, tilting your head with a grin on your face. He raised an eyebrow, slipping his arms around your waist to push you against his chest. ‘‘She does, or.. you do?’’ he hummed with a grin on his face─remembering the moment he had with Sue-Lin on the monorail yesterday morning. You and her weren’t even related, but definitely alike. He leaned down to press a tiny kiss on your nose and you giggled, standing on your toes to peck his lips. ‘‘Both. We come in a packaged deal, ya know?’’

‘‘I figured that much,’’ he laughed, stepping backwards so you’d have more of the warmth of the streaming water. ‘‘But I think you deserve a little more than just chocolates and roses,’’ he smiled and you looked up at him curiously, moving some hair out of your face. When his smile turned into a teasing grin and he wiggled his eyebrows a few times, you huffed and rolled your eyes─he probably wasn’t going to tell you what he had in store for you.

‘‘Surprise me, mr. Edwards,’’ you sighed theatrical, leaning your head back and he laughed, leaning down to kiss your neck playfully. ‘‘That I will, beautiful,’’ he hummed in your ear, placing a tiny kiss on your earlobe. Maybe falling for the charms of Mike Edwards wasn’t so bad after all.

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Scrapbook: Epilogue

Title: Your Eyes Look Like Coming Home (Epilogue)

Rating: Mature, 18+, Minors - DNI

Pairing: Mike x Black!OFC (Dimples)

Fandom: Hellraiser: Hellworld

Word Count: 1.8K

Summary: A collection of moments with Mike and Daisy (Dimples) and their daughter Aisha (Honey).

Chapter Summary: When Honey turns 2, Mike and Dimples have to make an announcement. When Mike turns 25, Dimples gifts him something special.

Warnings: tooth-rotting fluff

A/N: This is the end of the road, folks. Thank you to everyone who stuck around for this little story. I hope you enjoy! Unbeta’d, we die like people who tried their best.

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One Year Later

“Happy Birthday to you!” Everyone is gathered around Honey while she sits in her highchair with a tiny cake all to herself, made by Auntie Erika. She waits until everyone is done singing before she blows out her two candles. She claps along with everyone else when they cheer for her. Digging into the cake with her hands, Mike and Dimples have their cameras out taking photos of their daughter.

After everyone has their cake and Honey opens all her gifts, the party starts to die down a little. Cherie takes Honey inside to play with her toys and the grownups sit outside in the backyard. While Dimples and the ladies are busy getting all the trash together, Mike sits with his grandpa Gus, his father, and his uncle.

“So, when are you two gonna tell us about the baby?” Gus starts, nursing a beer like he hadn’t just put Mike on the spot.

“Tell you about what baby?” Mike asks, unconvincingly.

“Walter, look at that girl. Tell me that isn’t the tell-tale sign of a bump.” Gus nudges Mike’s elbow while Mike looks to his dad for help.

“Gus, leave the boy alone. If they’re not ready to announce it, they’re not ready. Simple as that.” Walter shrugs and pats Mike’s knee.

“It’s gonna be a boy.” Sy offers, and Mike’s eyes widen.

The other three men look at Sy in disbelief, wondering how he could possibly know the sex of a baby that wasn’t even confirmed yet.

“Well, her skin is still clear. And it looks like she’s carrying low. When she was pregnant with Honey, she carried high and had acne. Just like Nettie did with Cherie. I mean, it could be an old wives’ tale. But it still came true twice, so...” Sy trails off and laughs with the older men while Mike nods and laughs to himself.

When he looks up, Dimples is walking over and pulling him away from everyone.

“They know. Nettie and Hope know I’m pregnant and I didn’t have to tell them at all.” Dimples almost shrieks when she tells Mike that their happy announcement is kind of ruined.

“Yeah, Grandpa Gus and Dad and Uncle Sy pointed it out as well. Oh, and Sy says we’ll have a boy which is exciting.” Mike tries to lighten the mood and Dimples chuckles despite herself.

Honey comes running out of the house behind them holding her favorite pink triceratops. She runs into Mike’s legs and raises her arms up. “Daddy up pwease?” Cherie comes out of the house shortly after, going to sit between Sy and Nettie.

“Come here, Honey,” Mike picks her up and gives her a bunch of kisses on her face and Honey bursts into a fit of giggles. Mike holds Honey and grabs Dimples’ hand and walks over to where the other adults are sitting.

“Daddy? When baby coming?” Mike and Dimples look at each other and realize there is no point in hiding it anymore.

“Seems like everybody already knows, but just to make it official, Dimples just made it through her first trimester a couple of days ago with our second baby.” Mike kisses Dimples’ temple and pulls her close.

“I’m very emotional right now. So, please don’t take my crying for being upset. I’m actually really happy, I promise.” Dimples wipes at her eyes and the group of adults laugh and stand up giving hugs all around.

Grandpa Gus watches as his family grows larger by the minute.

Six Months Later

Henry “Bubba” Marshall is born at 9 lbs 10 oz and 21 inches long. Mike is so proud of himself that he didn’t faint at all during this pregnancy. He cut the umbilical cord and is surprised at how big this baby is. When the doctor laid him on Dimples’ chest, it is a miracle she could hold him.

Mike and Dimples name Evan and Hope as godparents for Bubba. Grandpa Gus makes his way past the rest of the family so he can see his great-grandson. When he finally sits down and is handed Bubba, he chokes up. A few silent tears fall, and he laughs a bit to himself.

“Grandpa Gus, you okay?” Mike asks from his perch on the side of Dimples’ hospital bed.

“I just can’t believe how handsome he is. Just like his father, his father before him, and me of course. I guess he had no choice but to be a looker,” Gus chuckles and looks down as Bubba yawns and shifts in his arms, “Also, this boy is big as hell. He is gonna eat you out of house and home. Good luck with that.”

“Gus, don’t scare them,” Walter walks over and pats Mike’s shoulder before leaning in to whisper, “But you know he’s not gonna fit any of that newborn clothing you got for him, right?”

Mike and Dimples look at each other and can’t help but laugh at their little predicament.

Another Six Months Later

At Honey’s 3rd birthday party, Bubba crawls around the party. And boy, is he fast! He keeps not only Mike and Dimples on their toes. But he also keeps his big sister busy trying to keep her toys out of his mouth.

“Bubba, no! Don’t eat Pinky!” Honey takes her pink triceratops out of her brother’s hands and replaces it with one of his Little Peoples toys.

When Mike and Dimples catch up to where the two kids have gotten to, they are out of breath. Honey can only laugh which makes Bubba laugh. And the chain reaction sends their parents into a giggling fit as well.

“Daddy? Can we open presents now?” Honey asks, trying to wrangle her brother into staying in one place.

“I think that is a perfect idea, Honey.” Mike picks up Honey while Dimples picks up Bubba and they make their way over to the oversized present pile.

Bubba tries his best to help open gifts but ends up playing with the wrapping paper and the boxes that Honey’s toys come in. Nothing makes Bubba happier than making his big sister laugh and Honey loves to play with her little brother. She treats him like her own personal baby doll, and he adores her for it.

After the party dies down and the backyard is cleaned up, Mike decides to take a nap on the couch. Honey and Bubba were playing in the living room but when they see Daddy laying down, they decide to crawl on top of him. At first, they try to wake him up but when that doesn’t work, they just get comfy and go to sleep as well.

Dimples comes into the living room when she notices it’s oddly quiet. The sight she happens upon makes her swoon. Mike is sprawled out on the couch; Honey is laying on her back across his chest while Bubba is wrapped around Mike’s thigh. Their soft snores are filling the room and it’s the cutest thing Dimples has ever seen.

She takes out her phone to capture the moment and another idea pops into her head for what to do for Mike’s birthday gift. Putting her phone away, she pries Bubba from around Mike’s thigh and gently wakes Mike so he can put Honey to bed as well. Mike and Dimples go to bed, and they are both so tired that they just cuddle up to one another and are asleep within moments.

A Few Months Later

Getting Mike out of the house for most of the day is the trickiest part of Dimples’ plan. She gets Walter and Sy to take him to lunch and a movie. When he comes back home, the house is too quiet and too dark, so he goes into the backyard to look for his family.

He is genuinely shocked when everyone jumps out and shouts “Happy Birthday!” Dimples runs up to him with the kids following her. He hugs and kisses all of them, so happy to see that they (mostly Dimples) planned a surprise party for him.

Mike makes his way around the guests at the party and thanks them for coming. Looking around the backyard, he notices that photos are lining the fence around the yard. Moving closer to one photo, he smiles to himself and wonders how Dimples got this one.

“I hope you don’t mind I took that one from your phone. It’s one of my favorites,” Dimples is at his side, looking at the photo that Mike took of the day Honey was born and they were still in the hospital room. It was the day they became a family, “If you like that one, you’re gonna love your gift.”

Mike just looks at her and smiles, feeling so lucky to have her as his spouse. Dimples grabs his hand and brings him over to the present pile. She hands him a large box and wishes him a happy birthday once again.

Taking the box, he sits down to open it. Inside the box is a beautiful leather-bound book. Mike opens it and is surprised to see photos of himself. The photos include moments of his childhood, of his and Dimples’ wedding, and over the years with the kids. With every page he turns, he is transported to different moments of his life. The last page that is decorated has a large photo from Honey’s 3rd birthday with Mike asleep on the couch with the kids asleep on him.

“I really hope you like this scrapbook baby. I figure we can keep adding memories to it with photos or paintings from Honey and Bubba. So, do you like it?” Dimples asks, her sweet face showing her hopeful expression.

“I love it, Dimples. I love you so much. This is such a great gift! I can’t believe you got all these memories together. Thank you, baby.” Mike hugs her and kisses her neck.

“You are very welcome, Mikey. I love you too. Now, I suggest we do cake soon, the kids will have their sugar crash then you can see the other gift I got you for your birthday.” Dimples wraps her arms around his neck and waggles her eyebrows.

“Would this gift happen to be on the sexy side of things?” Mike looks around before grabbing a handful of Dimples’ backside.

“Oh, my goodness, Mike! You'll find out later. Now, enjoy your party and be patient and you’ll be rewarded handsomely.” Dimples pecks his lips and walks away to wrangle up everyone for cake.

Mike watches her walk away to get the kids where they are hanging off Grandpa Gus. Looking around, he is surrounded by everyone he loves. He is so lucky to have a wonderful wife, adorable kids, and a loving extended family. He smiles to himself and realizes he won’t have much to wish for when he blows out his candles.

And that’s not a bad problem to have.

A/N: Now, does this make up for Make That Kitty Purr? Can I write other Mike stories now? The song for this chapter is Everything Has Changed by Taylor Swift (feat. Ed Sheeran).

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The Fallen Wolves Brotherhood - Part Sixteen

A reverse harem, biker AU.

Part Sixteen Summary: Marshall opens up about his past.

Pairing: Captain Syverson x OFC, Walter Marshall x OFC, Mike x OFC, Geralt x OFC, August Walker x OFC

Word Count: Approx. 3.1k

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Part Sixteen Warnings: slight angst, discussion of murder and violence against women, smut, p in v sex, oral sex (f receiving), mentions of body fluids, I think thats it

Authors Note: Thanks as always to my lovely BBFs (Best Beta's forever) @henryobsessed and @nashibirne .

So... Been a while... I am really nervous about posting because it has been so long! But I put my big girl pants on and I'm just going to do it. This chapter had to be split in half, which was a small reason for why this took so long to put out, the other part is that I think some of it is a bit dry... Exposition is hard!!!! The next part isn't quite finished but this point was a natural stopping point so I figure, post this and then maybe I won't be so in my head about the next bit.

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Part Fifteen Part Seventeen

Lori

I woke up with a start.

My heart was beating as fast as a mouse’s and I was sucking in huge gulps of air that failed to fill the hollow in my chest. I was shaking, every muscle and sinew quivering with a chilling thrum, yet I was frozen. I willed myself to move but my glaciated neurons refused to fire, iced over, hardened, ready to snap.

From behind me, a heavy arm moved on my waist and a hand pressed against my belly as soft whiskers and gentle lips caressed and the back of my neck. Relief warmed my blood in a balmy rush, my body thawing in a heady and welcomed surge.

Marshall. It was only Marshall.

“Alright?” he asked, his voice low and rough from sleep.

I hummed, not quite ready to speak. I looked at the clock on the nightstand. Small and generic, its garish neon green digital numerals reminded me that my room wasn’t actually my room and my briefly mollified anxiety inched its way back into my tightening chest.

I’d barely slept, little more than dozed. I wondered if I should get up and shower, but I didn’t want to disturb Marshall. So I laid there and listened to his breathing return to its regular cadence while I tried to recall and hold onto my dream. I might as well have tried to catch a cloud, the memories were wispy vapours, too vague and insubstantial to retain, leaving behind echoing stains of dread and emptiness.

It didn’t take a genius to figure out what I had dreamed of. The strange and rapid life changes over the past couple of weeks made it possible for me to push aside the grief from the loss of my parents and focus on other things like my anger at Nate, the shocking revelations about Jake, and the developing situation with the Brothers. I may have made a conscious decision not to dwell and process my emotions, but my subconscious was obviously not on board.

I focussed on the rhythm of Marshall’s breathing, the soft reverberation in his throat on each inhale and the sturdy snugness of his arms while I pushed down the lingering feelings, stuffing them like clothes into a laundry basket, deep into the recesses of my mind. Even as I crammed them away, I knew I’d have to deal with my emotions at some point. I told myself I would, just not today, or tomorrow. Maybe in a month or two. Or three. When I was home again, or alone, or when things were back to normal.

Eventually, the residual fear from my lost dream ebbed and slowly faded while a myriad of new ones took its place.

Had last night been another mistake on the long list of mistakes I had made. Was Marshall another Jake? Was Sy for that matter?

Sy.

Now that Marshall and I had crossed the Rubicon, would Sy still feel the same way about me when he returned and faced the reality of what he had agreed to? Or, had the existence of the pact forced him to adhere to it out of a sense of bravado and loyalty to the Brotherhood? Had I just turned myself into another groupie, a woman destined for a lifetime of disrespect, deception and disillusion, stupidly thinking that an outlaw, an outsider, a biker, could change for them?

I waited for the gut feeling that I had fucked up by sleeping with Marshall to arrive, but it never came. Of course there were no guarantees in any relationship, but everything that had happened with Marshall had felt sincere and genuine.

“I can hear you thinking,” Marshall grumbled. His breath was warm against my ear and his gentle accent made me shiver as a heated rush rippled across my skin, soothing and comforting me.

“I thought you were asleep,” I said.

He grunted and shifted his body until he laid on his back. I rolled over, following him and he tucked me under his arm. He glanced with a half smile that I barely picked up in the darkness of the room. I returned it and his grin grew slightly bigger before he laid his head back into the pillows.

“My sleep cycle has been off for years. Never recovered from shift work with the PD.”

I shimmied closer to him, pressing my breasts against his side, resting my thigh across his hips and dipped my fingers into the thick, coarse curls that spread across his chest from shoulder to shoulder. In response, I felt him stroke my arm, the tips of his fingers tracing an invisible path.

“Marshall?”

“Lori,” he replied, one side of his mouth lifting in a smirk.

“How did you end up in the Brotherhood?”

His smile vanished instantly and after a couple of passes over my arm, his hand stopped his caress, pausing mid stroke. His eyes sought out mine and I made it easier for him, by laying my chin on his chest, ignoring the way his wispy hairs tickled my jaw.

“There were a series of murders. Women, young women, some still teens. To call them murders doesn’t go far enough, each one was assaulted, tortured…” Marshall trailed off but his fingers began to stroke me again, this time sweeping over my back.

“You don’t have to tell me,” I said.

Marshall grunted and took a deep breath. “It was a long investigation that led nowhere. We had physical evidence, DNA, but no matches in the system and no motives. There were no useful eyewitnesses, no connections between the victims, they were of different racial backgrounds, economic status, from all over the city. We kept hitting dead ends, every lead we had didn’t pan out. Meanwhile, more girls were showing up dead, nearly a dozen and the media were breathing down our necks.”

He scoffed, his lip curled in disgust.

“They can be viscous,” I said, remembering the media circus that followed my parents' death.

Lifting his head, Marshall kissed my forehead before continuing.

“Eventually a name popped up that looked promising, he had been a contact in four of the victim’s phones. No other number had shown up twice, let alone four times. So we started an investigation into him. Found out he was a CEO of a financial institution or an investment bank, I don’t remember which. He was young, one of those prodigious financial wizards that seemed to have the Midas touch. He was famous in the financial world, puff pieces in newspapers, magazines, you know the type?”

I nodded and he continued.

“We’d barely gotten further than collecting basic background on this guy when the case was taken out of our hands by the Feds. I was furious, obviously, their jurisdiction over the case was on a flimsy basis at best. There was nothing I could do about it but wait for news of the investigation. However, months went by and… nothing. No news, no arrests, no more media reports, nothing.”

“He wasn’t the guy?”

Marshall shrugged. “I thought I must have been wrong. After a year, a homeless guy was arrested and charged.”

“So you had the wrong guy, after all?”

Marshall chuffed and shook his head.

“I knew in my gut the man they arrested was a patsy. I looked into it. I talked to some of his friends from the streets and as far as I could tell he wasn’t even in town when the first three victims had been murdered. His friends said he came to the city to attend the funeral of his murdered daughter.”

“No,” I gasped, my mouth covering my hand in shock.

“Yes,” Marshall said, “He was the father of the first victim we found. We had tried to contact him in the early days of the investigation, but he couldn’t be located. By the time he had discovered what happened to his daughter, there had been other victims and it was no longer a priority to find him and rule him out as a suspect.”

I thought about Nate and my father. I had never been privy to the dealings of the club, but you picked things up. The club had a surprisingly low number of members with criminal records and although I had never been explicitly told, I knew it was because the “right” people had been paid off for years. I figured the real killer must have been doing something similar, but on a massive scale.

“So what did you do?” I asked.

“I took my theories up the chain and requested permission to do my own investigation. I was told in no uncertain terms that if I did that, it would cost me my badge.”

I raised my eyebrows. “Shit.”

“I couldn’t let it go though. I knew I couldn’t investigate alone and I suspected that I might be under surveillance. I couldn’t ask anyone else in the department to risk their job, so I called a guy I trusted. He used to be a bounty hunter but by then was working as a private security contractor.”

“Geralt?” I guessed.

“Geralt,” Marshall repeated. “He used his connections and reported back that there had been rumours floating about this guy for years, from his college days to his early Wall Street days to this case. Reports of domestic violence from women he’d had relationships with and assaults on sex workers that always seemed to be retracted or ignored. Somehow, this fucking guy kept getting away with fucking murder because of his connections.”

He closed his eyes and the muscles of his jaw pulsed beneath his thickly bearded skin. Swallowing hard, he opened his eyes and his voice was husky as he continued.

“When I realised what they had done to that man, that girl’s father… I wasn’t particularly idealistic and I wasn’t naive, but I had never thought that this level of corruption could happen. The Feds, the media, the PD; how many people must be involved, how many people were paid off or blackmailed? Everything I knew, everything I….”

He shrugged and was quiet. I waited, sure he had more to say. But he stayed silent, jaw twitching again and his eyes seemed to glaze over as his thoughts seemed to drift away.

I placed my hand on his cheek, my thumb sweeping along the bone and tilted my head to kiss his chest softly. Marshall’s hand went to my hair stroking my hair off my face.

“I quit. I couldn’t do that kind of work again, not knowing what I knew. I went back to Geralt, thinking with my SWAT background, maybe I’d try private security. Instead, Geralt introduced me to Sy and Walker.”

“What happened to the CEO?”

Marshall’s grin was a little disconcerting as he replied, “He got his in the end. An international financial scandal ruined him. The bank he headed was laundering money for the cartels and he was directly implicated in running the scam. The CIA got him for that one, apparently his reach didn’t go that far.”

“What happened to the father?” I asked.

“Suicide in prison while awaiting trial. It was a fucking joke.”

“I’m sorry, Walter,” I said softly.

His eyes found mine. Blue, deep and clear, they held me and I couldn’t look away. He sighed and shifted his hips. The movement made his thigh brush high between my legs and I became very conscious of the fact that both of us were naked.

The atmosphere changed, the air crackled with an electric anticipation and a heady jolt of lust worked its way down my spine to my core. I wasn’t alone, Marshall breathing became heavy, his nostrils flaring as he drew in each breath and his chest swelled.

His fingertips began to skim over my back again, and my skin broke out in goosebumps as I shivered with pleasure. His burly arms drew me to his chest, the coarse hair tickled my nipples as he guided me onto my back. Blanketing me with his comfortingly heavy body, his weight was concentrated at our hips and effectively pinned me to the mattress. My legs split beneath him, opening myself up in a shameless invitation. He took the hint, and he rolled his hips against me as he kissed me.

It was like he was a different man; his feral, almost brutal urgency gave way to languid deliberateness. His lips moved down the column of my neck, hands exploring, clasping my ribs as if he wanted to caress not just the flesh, but the bones beneath. Moving with barely restrained greed, he slipped my nipple into his mouth and his teeth captured it while his velvety tongue flicked. His lips were satin, his beard was rugged silk, equally coarse and soft as he kissed and rubbed his cheeks against the sensitive skin between my breasts.

Opening his bearded jaw wide, he took more of me into his mouth than just my pink pebbled nipple. I watched bleary eyed as creamy skin disappeared into his warm mouth and his tongue lashed. My fingers slid into his thick curls, holding him close, begging for more.

I moved a hand down his shoulder and back feeling his dense muscles ripple under my touch. I went lower, down his side and abdomen, a rush of heat surged through me as my fingers found the trail of hair below his navel. I wanted to follow its path, wanted to feel him throbbing just like I was.

Thwarting my plans, Marshall laid warm, wet, kisses down my tummy, and became out of reach. I let out a petulant moan and he grinned, rubbing his beard against a sensitive spot near my hip, making me giggle and squirm out of his grasp. He caught my hip and pushed me down to the bed again in a flash back to his earlier impatience.

“Shh,” he soothed with a wolfish grin.

His hand swept down my thigh, curling under my knee and gently guiding my legs further apart. His kisses started at my knee and moved down the inside of my thigh, heat from his mouth made me shiver and I fell back onto the bed. He got closer to my soaked, throbbing core and I felt his tongue at the crease of my thigh, lapping at the combined wetness there from both my arousal and his release.

I gasped and leaned up on my elbows to watch and his feverish blue eyes were looking up at me from between my legs. My body looked as aroused as I felt, nipples tight and hard, tummy and thighs trembling, my pussy was swollen and glistening with the remains of our previous, furious love making.

Fingers glided over me, thumbs pulling apart my folds, his breath simultaneously warm and cooling against my hot throbbing sensitive skin. A finger teased my weeping core, swirling at my entrance. I was on fire, desperately clenching at nothing, and I could feel evidence of his orgasm leaked from within me.

“Fuck,” he murmured under his breath.

“Marshall,” I said breathlessly, reaching for his shoulders, trying to pull him up to me, “stop teasing me. Just fuck me.”

“I’ll fuck you,” he said, voice husky, almost gone. Then he mumbled something I couldn’t catch against my pussy.

The feel of his tongue prodding my entrance, no doubt tasting himself as he ate me out was so wickedly filthy to me that I was completely transfixed by the lurid eroticism, I’d never experienced anything like it. I could barely hold myself up, but the sight of him practically pussy drunk and groaning was too good not to look at. He growled, his arms wrapped around my thighs and he pushed his face into me, soft prickles of his beard against me made me shake even more and despite wanting to keep watching, I fell back to the mattress.

Suede-like brushes against my clit had me shaking, the tension in my muscles quivering like violin strings. Jesus christ he was amazing, then he sucked softly on my clit, and I was gone, crying out as my hands tangled in his hair, tightening into fists and held him against me. He didn’t stop as I came, his hands moved to my hips, his long fingers splayed across my belly and waist as if he wanted to feel my body move as I buckled.

My hands unclenched, and I shuddered with aftershocks as Marshall stayed where he was, softly licking at my core. I closed my eyes, bathing in the post orgasm euphoria, running my fingers through his hair. He didn’t stop kissing me as he moved up my body and rested a fraction of his weight against me. His hand was warm as he cupped my cheek and covered my mouth with his. I could taste us on his lips and tongue, his beard was soaked too. I was so turned on that after the flavour faded from his mouth, I swept my tongue over his chin.

“Fuck,” he groaned, “You taste good, don’t you?”

I hesitated, self-consciousness creeping in and my cheeks burned with embarrassment. Marshall stroked my cheek with his thumb and I opened my eyes and realised that he wasn’t trying to shame me.

“You taste good too,” I said.

He smiled, his lips parting just enough to see his teeth, before he grew a little serious. His hand curled around the back of knee, lifting and opening me again, and he adjusted his body in a way that made me gasp. Poised, and ready, his silky hardness waited, his brows raising just enough to ask the unspoken question.

“Yes,” I murmured.

His mouth was on mine as he slid inside me, our kiss muffling both our moans. We stayed like that, joined and locked together, hungrily swallowing the others whispered words and whimpers. Fingers sought mine, and lacing them together he squeezed, gripping me and releasing me in time with his steady rocking movements.

He knew what he was doing, making sure I could feel every inch of his thick and rigid length, making sure he found that spot that made my breath hitch every time. His breath was coming in harder and heavier, each exhale punctuated by a muted grunt. I couldn’t focus, I had to close my eyes. Fuck, he really knew what he was doing.

“Marshall,” I gasped. I don’t know why I spoke. I was riding close to the edge, any second now and I would fall.

“Yes,” he growled, “Fuck, yes.”

I fell.

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melancholypancakes · 5 months

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{Disclaimer: this is fan-made, fan fiction and I don't own black cat at all this is just a "what if" of character scenario}

In Earth-42, there is no spiderman to protect the city of Brooklyn.

Only chaos and crime, however there is one superhero though.

Black cat, unlike other realities of Black Cat, this one became a superhero.

Felicia García, is a down to earth and gothic teenage girl in Brooklyn.

In this universe she attends to Brooklyn Visons Academy like Miles.

Felicia is the daughter of Lydia Hardy & Andrés García.

Lydia Hardy was the black cat burglar ever since she was a young adult but as time went by she fell in love with police officer Andrés García.

Lydia Hardy ended up giving up her life of the Black Cat to be with Andrés.

She revealed to him she was the burglar but wanted to change her ways, if he'll have her.

Andrés embraced her and accepted her, even if she did crimes.

He knew she had a good heart, they both ended up having two children.

Antonio García and Felicia García, Antonio is a military man these days so he's often not at home.

Lydia and Andrés raised their little girl and make sure she has a good life.

Lydia ended up filling a position to work for the Mayor of New York City.

However, Lydia gets murdered by a criminal named crossbones.

Unfortunately, she had a debt to pay for her life when she did burglary and own prople money.

She was survived by her husband and children.

Felicia was mourning and vengeful, but she knew she couldn't bring her mother back.

After Lydia's death, Andrés told Felicia about her mother's work in the past.

Shock by the news, butshe decided after her mother's death she would become Black Cat not a burglar but into a superhero!

To save people, protect New York City and make it safe as it once was all those years ago...

Felicia is friends with Miles Morales along with Gankee, Mike, Ari, Jin, and her best friend Zoe.

Zoe, Antonio and her father are the only ones her know about her secret identity.

Unknown to Felicia, Miles is Prowler and her archenemy.

Felicia love interest is Miles Morales as well as her friend.

Felicia is Miles opposite, as she is warm, loving, kind, always willing to help and selfless.

Black Cat is the only superhero in Brooklyn, she may not be a Spiderman or the perfect superhero like Wonder woman or Batman.

But she does her best and her best is enough.

Black Cat may not be the superhero this universe wanted but she is what they need.

Felicia made her costume herself based off Cat woman, her weapons and belt off Batman.

Felicia favorite foods are pretzels, hot dogs and pizza.

Felicia listens to 80s music, rap, alternative rock, R&B, and hip hop.

Felicia is known to be down to earth, nerdy and comic book reader at school.

As Black Cat she talks seductively, her way of hiding her real voice.

She got the idea from Catwoman in the Batman comics.

{...}

In Earth 1610, Felicia Hardy is a young cat burglar.

Walter Hardy, her father, and her mother Lydia Hardy take her under their wing in crime.

Unfortunately, as Felicia turned into a teenager her father was murdered.

She followed in her father's footsteps after his death to become the cat burglar.

Calling herself, Black Cat to seek vengeance for her father.

However, she soon learned that her father wasn't dead but was in prison.

Her mother covered up the story since he would never get out.

Felicia was upset that her mother lied to her but she couldn't let her father rot in prison.

So, she broke into prison and got her father out of there.

However unknown to her, her father fell into a disease and it was too late for him.

As he succumbed to his disease he told his daughter, "Never settle for less".

She was devastated as she witnessed her father's passing.

Lydia grew bitter after her husband's death and continued Felicia's remaining to be a thief.

With the help of a few mentors to teach her daughter how to fight.

Lydia would work in the shadows, her daughter's guide in crime.

#Black cat #felicia hardy #spider man #spider man across the spider verse #miles morales #prowler miles #miles morales prowler #earth 42 prowler #fanmade #Miles morales x black cat

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deke-rivers-1957 · 8 months

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Masterlist

Plenty of content to read!

Film Reviews - Will be updated as I go.

Love Me Tender - The first film review and something I might revise one day. GI Blues - Elvis' first film post Army. Loving You - My personal favorite film that I reviewed so far. Girl Happy - The first film reflecting the decline in production quality. Jailhouse Rock - The most iconic Elvis film. Paradise, Hawaiian Style - Drums of the Islands alone makes it worth the watch. Clambake - I still have no idea if this movie is good or bad. Roustabout - This movie had one of the best soundtracks with the worst story which is mind boggling. Wild In The Country - This is the first movie so far that I just had no inspiration when reviewing after watching. Kissin’ Cousins - Somehow the most balanced movie of good and bad elements. Kid Galahad - An underrated Elvis movie that deserves a lot more attention. It Happened at the World's Fair - A great concept that's a nightmare to execute well.

ECU Bio Cards/ Fighting Tier List - Canon to the movies only

Clinton Reno Bio Card - The first bio card and has been revised to look cleaner. Deke Rivers Bio Card - Half of this is my profile pic. Vince Everett Bio Card - The hardest one to make a head canon for. Kung Fu Elvis Part 1 - Tier list covers LMT through Girl Happy. Vince Everett's Rank - An individual breakdown of where Vince would rank in a fight. Danny Fisher Bio Card - Experimented with adding color gradients. Rick Richards' Rank - An individual breakdown of where Rick would rank in a fight. Tulsa McLean's Bio Card - The entire background was colored with a trackpad. Pacer Burton's Bio Card - The background was edited using Canva's ai editor. Glenn Tyler's Bio Card - The entire background was edited using Canva's ai editor. Scott Heyward's Rank - An individual breakdown of where Scott would rank in a fight. Chadwick (Chad) Gates' Bio Card - Experimented with layering. Toby Kwimper's Bio Card - My favorite one. Walter Gulick's Bio Card - Stylized like a boxing poster. Charlie Rogers' Rank - An individual breakdown of where Charlie would rank in a fight. Kung Fu Elvis Part 2 - Covers JR through Roustabout. Ross Carpenter’s Bio Card - The latest one so far. Glenn Tyler's Rank - An individual breakdown of where Glenn would rank in a fight. Josh Morgan and Jodie Tatum's Rank - An individual breakdown of where the cousins would rank in a fight. Walter Gulick's Rank - An individual breakdown of where Walter G. would rank in a fight. Mike Edwards' Rank - An individual breakdown of where Mike E. would rank in a fight. Kung Fu Elvis Part 3 - Covers WITC through IHATWF.

ECU High - An installment series that absolutely must be read in order

ECU High School AU Part 1 - Discusses Clint through Jodie. ECU High School AU Part 2 - Discusses Lucky through Dr. Carpenter. ECU High - Clint's Arrival - It's the first day of Clint's freshman year. ECU High - Deke's Adventure - Deke realizes that it's not always rainbows and butterflies in high school. ECU High - Vince's Attitude - Vince is a jerk and no one can stand him. ECU High - Danny's Ambition - Danny just wants to get out of poverty like the rest of the seniors. ECU High - Tulsa's Badge - Tulsa loves authority a little too much. ECU High - Pacer's Bereavement - Pacer and Clint become best friends. ECU High - Glenn’s Books - Glenn goes to therapy. ECU High - Chad's Business - Chad wants to open a Marina but doesn't know what he's doing. ECU High - Toby's Cool - Toby has a natural skill of dealing with highly emotional people.

Fanfics and One Shots - Includes AI Chats and non-canon stories

Everything that I've written so far can be seen here:

#elvis presley #real elvis #elvis fandom #elvis film #about me #masterlist #ecu high #ecu bio cards #elvis film review #elvis fanfic

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factorialsotherfandoms · 4 months

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xcom1au questions @cubitodragon !

I can't actually get a fully accurate count gamplay wise, as the last time you can access the character stats page is before the sequence. As such, this chart is too few for BBH, Philza, Etoiles, Foolish, Cellbit, and Missa. No I have no idea in what order that pans out. But, here is my stats spreadsheet as per immediately before the final mission, sorted by kills! As we can see Jaiden is a monstr (though Etoiles has the best kill:mission ratio of people I actually used. Walter Bob did not get used beyond the recruitment mission as I hate that class).

It should be noted that covert missions aren't counted on this list - Tina and Bagi were doing a lot of that. Also for story purposes rank is ignored. Low missions and high rank is generally a good indicator of a late recruit, however. Also please look at my boy Mike with his BS hack score of 102% base chance and 40% bonus from gear, and his highest base health. Sad times he got kidnapped and so lost 2 months of chances to get xp else he would have been terrifying. Also Pac and Foolish the only people who ever learnt to fucking dodge.

Story wise... I mean these are good rules of thumb for during plot kills. Some characters have backstories where they've been killing much longer than others (Fit, Roier, the Brazilians), while say Baghera only started killing around the time she was recruited (her primary function is as a liason for the French. Really she should have been a templar, but I didn't recruit any until late and despite how few missions because she random rolled into a class I had too many of already she is my girl)

2. Not sure I have stats for that in game! Didn't write all that down. I mean, no, it's Luzu because he showed up for a single mission and didn't get hurt on it, so his time clocked in the infirmary is 0. Over the entire group, 212 days were spent out injured by units in game (once infirmary was built, time per injury halved) over 45 missions. I'd have to trawl though my notes to work out who actually used got hurt least often, and I don't have enough hands for the tally today.

3. Funniest egg story... I mean they could all be very funny, but frankly the funniest egg rescue is Ramon. There's BBH, Foolish, Fit, Pac, Mike and Jaiden on the mission. They're having a truly dreadful time. The Hunter, that guy who kidnapped Mike, is back again. They get rid of it (for now) and start securing the area and working out how to get this massive plot object back on a helicopter when this kid just... hops down from a tree, walks up to Fit, and hands him a bit of paper that says "your husband is dead my condolences or maybe congratulations you didn't seem to like him much" (Dapper and Leo helped him write it when Ramon recognised Fit from Spreen's memories - Spreen got kidnapped, he and Ramon were forced to bond so the aliens could work out what was going on with the vanishing kids and the metaphysics of the bonds. they took their readings and Spreen was killed like 4 hours later once they had their notes). Fit has no fucking clue what to do with this but does laugh and everyone was pretty sure Spreen was dead by this point and like. What do you even do there. It's like. Well. Um. Shit I guess. And maybe that's not actually especially funny but /I/ think it's hilarious, even if traumatising for Ramon poor kid.

... More generally funny is probably just that when Richas gets upset with Forever not spending enough time with him he starts stealing the paperwork and putting it in random places. Like the freezer. or slipped into books. Or whatever. Forever has learnt the quickest way to get it back is to spend time with his kid, then take a nap, and once the nap is over it is all returned even if a little crumpled and/or soggy...

4. I mean Missa was supposed to retire like 10 missions in and never did. Felps actually doing stuff is novel. Antoine is being weirdly important given he has neither a role on the ship nor was he playable nor does he have a direct parallel in the game. Baghera only has a little and I wish she'd been powerful enough for the final mission as it makes her plot an epilogue which sucks. But she does actually have very fun stuff occurring and I'm wrangling a way to make it more important. Jaiden pulls more plot than I was expecting her to while being an actual guy, though it's still more plot happens near her than she does plot.

5. *points above* /Baghera/. The original 5 Brazilians have stolen my life but dear god I want to do some of her stuff my amnesiac weirdo girlie. Also just like generally everyone, and the next five fics in my head are all Brazilians again (though one is Bagi-focused for once), and then egg stuff, and I should maybe the plot sometime, but /Baghera/. You understand?

6. I mean many but that's super loose errr trying to think of a good one... Niki is probably the least likely person to have a day off, because she's the only helicopter pilot. Well, no, she has many days off as if she's not needed she's never asked to do other work, but she can never actually leave. She's on call 24/7, poor woman.

Foolish is the first one who found and wired up a games console in the common room. Etoiles is usually the one found playing it, though. When doing supply runs people actually make a point of stealing games (video, board, whatever), music, films, and books from abandoned cities as well as actually supplies because 90% of their lives are extremely boring and the other 10% is spent nearly dying. Allies have stuff like ink and paper, but stuff to do is hard to get hold of. Art and music are a bit easier, as you can covert other supplies, but writing is too much paper per unit time. Oral storytelling therefore is also a big thing. Wilbur's job is running the radio station, but it's also his sanity.

Recruitment wise... It's funny, because you could say Foolish, Max, and Bad recruited Forever, Pac, and Mike and you wouldn't be wrong. The two trios were the first to join forces and sort of... met in the middle.

(Feel free to ask either more or follow up questions! Same goes for other people too)

#qsmp x xcom #... i'm not tagging everyone in here have fun!#qsmp au

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solitaryandwandering · 10 months

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Top Nine Favorite TV Series

I was tagged by the incomparable @wen-kexing-apologist to list nine of my favorite shows, thank youu!! <3 This is a... daunting task. I'll do my best.

They've already listed/mentioned a number of shows in their own post I would include in mine (Avatar: The Last Airbender; I Told Sunset About You; 180 Degree Longitude Passes Through Us) so I will not be including those, to my absolute despair!! I'm only including stuff I've 100% completed, so that automatically excludes stuff like Orphan Black, Penny Dreadful, Derry Girls, Barry, or Russian Doll.

Keep Your Hands Off Eizouken!

[ID: TV poster. Background is busy with sketches of an urban sprawl, with buildings and flying ships clashing with natural elements. Three teenage girls flail with maniacal glee in the foreground. On the right is the tallest of them all, glasses perched on her head and wearing an astronaut's suit with a jet pack. On the left, a girl in an orange jumpsuit is riding a flying carpet. In the center is a short girl with a round head, clutching animation paper in her hand. She is being jettisoned by a propeller around her waist.]

It took me forever to discern what was happening in that poster, my god.

Anyway, this show!!! Exactly what I needed at the time I watched it. So full of joy and creativity with no cynicism or guile to be seen. Pure, unfettered fun but still delivered moving characters and story. It's literally about three weird teenage girls who decide to start an animation club at their high school. Doesn't sound like much but is absolutely PASSIONATE in every sense of the word, in every way you could possibly apply it practically in its creation. It's so obvious everyone had fun making this little show. This is the kind of art that makes you hug yourself with tears of happiness. Or is that just something I do?

Give me more stories about weird girls being fucking bizarre!!! I need it!!!

Tldr; Hilarious, full of heart, reminded me why I love art, why I love stories, and what I love about life. An absolute 10/10 for me.

Batman: The Animated Series

[ID: TV poster. Batman is silhouetted against a black background, drawing his cape up around his body and staring at the viewer through narrow white slits in his bat-like mask. Batman's head is backlit by a bright red sun.]

Oh, you think I'm just adding this for pure nostalgia? WRONG. B:TAS absolutely stands up to scrutiny even without nostalgia glasses. I rewatched this relatively recently and was completely blown away by the complexity in its storytelling and characterization. Yes, I was obsessed with this show (and the rest of the DCAU) as a kid, but as an adult I can find very few flaws. B:TAS may represent one of my first forays into noir, which is potentially my favorite genre across all art-forms. It certainly represents one of the first times I fell in love with a superhero story.

Tldr; Kevin Conroy IS the best Batman. 10/10

Breaking Bad

[ID: Photo of four major characters from Breaking Bad. From left to right: Gus Fring, a Chilean man wearing round spectacles and a collared shirt with tie; Jesse Pinkman, a white man in his mid-twenties wearing a black T-shirt; Walter White, a bald white man with a full mustache and extended goatee, wearing large glasses; Mike Ehrmantraut, a bald white man with a bulbous nose. All four look into the camera with expressions of tired determination.]

Ah yes, the show that seems to make it to every "favorite shows" list made by everyone else in the universe. I really do love it though; it has incredible, complex, morally-gray characters, a gripping plot and story, phenomenal thematic development, GORGEOUS cinematography and production design, and bonkers acting. It really deserves all its accolades and praise. Add to that a disabled character played by a disabled actor and you've got me singing your praises all the way to the grave!

Tdlr; Virulent toxic masculinity LOSES and we all cheer! It leaves lasting trauma and devastation in its wake and we all scream in agonized recognition! 10/10 fried chickens

Over the Garden Wall

[ID: TV poster. Two young boys are wandering in a wooded area, approaching a darkened alcove of trees and vines. The taller of the two is wearing a red conical hat and blue cape with golden buttons. He looks into the dark woods with worry. A shorter boy scampers excitedly ahead, balancing an upside-down silver teakettle atop his head and hoisting a large green frog under his arm. A bluebird flies at their side.]

My best friend and I watch this show together every year. I am such a sucker for good sibling stories and this one takes the cake. The way Wirt and Greg love each other is heartbreakingly realistic, and to set the growth of their relationship against a confusing and bizarre backdrop is so satisfying. And what a backdrop! I loved fairytales as a kid and this show scratches that itch. Besides the great little vignettes what brings me back to this story again and again is the attention to nuanced relationship development between ALL characters. Wirt's character growth hinges on learning how not to inflict loneliness on himself, to instead accept love and care from others, even those he considers too good for him. Me likey! Great music and one of the best-designed monsters/villains I've seen in any children's animated show, and you've won me over.

Tldr; Goofy kids, goofy problems. Potatoes and molasses. 10/10, would be spooked again

Bad Buddy

[ID: TV poster. Two young college-aged men are standing close together in a yellow-lit room in front of a window. The man on the left stands with his arms wrapped around the waist of the other man, looking fondly into his eyes. The man on the right looks worried, one finger over his lips as he presses his hand against the other man's mouth.]

I was hesitant to start watching BL. Nothing about the genre appealed to me beyond the romance and happy endings. But then KinnPorsche lured me in with promises of attempts not to shy away from queerness. As I was in the midst of watching that I decided to check out this show as it had been trending on Tumblr with one person I follow rabidly enthused about it. Looked super fun (and was a Shakespeare adaptation!) and free on YouTube, so I took a peek... and the rest is history. I credit this show for keeping me around. I was SHOCKED at how queer-positive and forward-thinking it was and excited to learn of P'Aof's existence. BL was being created by IRL gay people?! And they're conscious of what they're making?! Consider me seated! This show became the first BL I ever completed and I am so glad it did. This fandom is the first where I've felt relatively safe to express myself and has opened me up to so many other like-minded people, willing to watch fun stuff but also critique it in the same breath. I'm so glad a show as good (if imperfect) as this one brought me here.

Tldr; Excellent Shakespeare adaptations are my catnip. Product placements didn't scare me away so you KNOW it's charming. An ending so perfect it made me tear up. Fandom so lovely it made me stay. 9/10 warm and fuzzies

She-Ra and the Princesses of Power

[ID: TV poster. Two characters from the show face off against each other. On the left is a cat-like humanoid, Catra, with thick brown hair and different colored eyes: blue and yellow. Her right arm is raised in a defensive stance against the girl on the right, Adora, blonde with a large golden headdress. Her golden gauntlet clashes with Catra's arm, creating a bright burst of light.]

I just recently watched Nimona (WONDERFUL) so felt like I should shout out this show. In making this list I've further realized just how much I attach to animated shows I needed to see as a kid. She-Ra kinda takes the cake in that aspect. Multi-dimensionally queer with badass characters defying gender and relational conventions?! Fun, cheesy action with real stakes?! Anti-colonialist messaging?! Hell yeah. But most of all, this show has one of my favorite fictional characters of all time in Catra. ND Stevenson seems to have a knack for writing characters my inner child relates way too much to. Abused, neglected, shunned, bulled, traumatized kid who is visibly and invisibly different to those around her. Lights up as soon as anyone seems to respect her talents and see her potential, only to be manipulated. To crash and burn and grapple with self-hatred as a consequence. THEN she finds love in people who see her for who she is, know what she's done, and give her a chance to do better! Her character arc is so important to me. Not only that, but the ending kiss/confession between her and Adora is INCREDIBLE both as a narrative culmination and as a production win. Talk about a hard-fought queer kiss.

Tldr; Important and powerful. Good queer fun. TERRIBLE theme song. 9/10

Black Sails

[ID: TV poster. Tagline above the title reads "WAR AGAINST THE WORLD". A bald white man with soot and blood streaked across his face stands in the foreground. He is wearing an outfit typical of a pirate, holding a cutlass in his right hand. He is ankle-deep in water. He looks over his shoulder; a fleet of ships burn in the background. A large, tattered Union Jack waves behind the man's head. He is Captain Flint.]

Whenever someone asks me what my favorite show is, this is the one that pops into mind. It has EVERYTHING. Complicated, at-times intensely unlikable protagonists, queerness out the ears, great costuming, pathos, meta-upon-meta commentary on itself, the source material Treasure Island, the modern and historical world it's set in and the concept of fiction itself, EVERYTHING. You want strong themes? This show has THEMES. It's hard to find a show about rebellion or anarchy that ACTUALLY feels revolutionary. I think this show is it. This came out around the same time Game of Thrones was big so caved to some pressure in the first season to make itself appeal to a similar audience (thanks Michael Bay) but wow did they make that season pay off in a big way in retrospect. It only gets better, more assured in itself as it goes on.

Tldr; A story about stories. Straight-baited in season one, off-the-rails queer in seasons two to four. Madi deserved better. Anne Bonny: childhood hero to queer crank on TV! Me: in love. 9/10

Gravity Falls

[ID: TV poster. Three people set forth on an expedition through the dark woods. Leading the pack is Dipper, a young boy wearing a white and blue cap with a blue pine tree on the front. He is reading an old hardback tome with a gold hand on the front with the number "3" on the palm. Behind him is his twin sister, Mabel. She is grinning at the viewer, showing off her braces and harpoon gun. Her sweatshirt bright pink with a multi-colored shooting star on its front. Bringing up the rear is their Grunkle Stan, a grumpy old man wearing a red fez with a golden fish eating a smaller fish. He holds aloft a gas lantern. Behind them all is the Mystery Shack, with a triangular window lit by a yellow glow and a weather vane in the shape of a question mark. In the lower left-hand corner is a bearded gnome looking at the viewer, holding a finger in front of his open mouth.]

Oh, you think I'm just including for nostalgia reasons? CORRECT. But I do think this show is great, regardless. I think it's easy to tell at this point that I really enjoy speculative fiction. This show fires on all cylinders in that respect, hitting up the supernatural, science fiction, fantasy, horror, alternate history, and adding a splash of the gothic just for me. Add in there great familial and sibling dynamics, fun animation and a GREAT villain... that's my jam! This is the show that my best friend and I watched together and bonded over as freshmen in college. They got Mabel's sweater and I got Dipper's cap; this piece of personal history makes the show more special to me.

Tldr; Send kids to the woods and let them figure it out. Makes for some great television. Great friendships, too. 9/10 lumberjacks

Fleabag

[ID: TV poster. A white woman with short, curly brown hair and a large nose poses in a pastiche of a Christian saint. The poster itself is stylized like a Renaissance-era painting or religious effigy. A halo encircles her head as she stares off in the distance. In her hand, the woman holds a guinea pig emanating a soft glow.]

A masterclass in creating a miniseries which feels expansive and fully-contained. Might be the culmination of many things I've touched on in this list. Weird, off-putting protagonists/women, darker storylines with plenty of comedic heft, themes of grief, self-hatred, loneliness and hope, complicated sibling/familial relationships, and mental illness. Who knew? (Me.) Above all else, I love stories about love. This show manages to complicate the conversation about love - self-love, love as obligation, love as devotion, love as obsession, love as healing - in eternally satisfying ways.

Tldr; It'll pass. 9/10

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