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forfucksakesniall · 9 months

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Protective Daddy

Pairing: Dad!Lewis Hamilton x Reader

Summary: Lewis and his partner decide to reveal their pregnancy to the world.

Word count: 889

After Lewis announced your pregnancy on Instagram, everyone's questions and assumptions have been answered.

A picture of your ultrasound and your belly with his face squished next to it.

Lewis is known for his private lifestyle, but he has recently felt the need to address rumors and accusations that have been circulating about him. Speculation has arisen regarding his involvement with certain models and allegations of cheating, including taking them back to hotels, among other things. However, none of these rumors are true, and Lewis felt it was time to clear the air.

On the other side of all that nonsense, you and Lewis have been together for a while now, five years to be exact. He has done some pretty good work on keeping things on the down-low. People knew who you were, but not enough to make too much noise. They knew you guys were dating; you've been seen in a few of the races and even outside the tracks.

But in these few months, people noticed your absence in some of them, and that's how the rumors started bubbling.

Lewis was seen with some people on and off the tracks due to mutual friends, but this caught the attention of paparazzi and gossip sites. As a result, people are slowly assuming that you either broke up or he was cheating.

During all the commotion, you were in Monaco, living the life in Lewis’ apartment. You were laying down on the bed, enjoying your pregnancy cravings.

However, after one too many instances of sneaking your hands into the cookie jar, Lewis caught you red-handed.

“Lew, can I please have one more cookie?” you asked with wide, begging eyes.

"Don't you think you've had enough?" he replied, taking the jar off the nightstand. You, already on edge from your hormones, did the only logical thing and start pouting.

"But..." your voice trailed off.

As you looked up at him then down at your belly, Lewis sighed, "Fine..."

“I love you, Lewis,” you said.

With a small hint of amusement in his voice, Lewis replied, "Are you just saying that because you want the cookies back?"

"No," you answered.

"Then what, my love?" he teases you. "Because if you don't have a good reason, I'm taking this back." while he holds the jar hostage.

"Because.... you.. are... such a good daddy to our baby for giving his mommy what she needs," you replied.

Lewis unable to hide the smile from spreading across his face.

"I'm the best daddy that our little one could have ever asked for," he agreed, leaning down to plant a quick kiss on your cheek.

"So, what about that cookie now?" you asked.

"Hmm..." Lewis hummed in thought, his lips pursing as he pondered his answer.

"You know, maybe one more cookie wouldn't be so bad for mummy," he eventually conceded.

"Of course not," you replied happily.

While you enjoy your last cookie for today, Lewis is on his phone, and his face is obviously distraught.

"What is it?" you ask.

Still not looking at you, Lewis replies, "What is what?"

He seems annoyed whatever was on his phone and is waiting for you to elaborate.

"I know that look. What's wrong?" you ask.

With a sigh, Lewis finally looks over at you and runs a hand at the back of his neck. He pauses before answering.

"I've been reading these... rumors. People have been saying that I'm seen with other women and that we aren't together anymore."

"Well... were you with other women?" you ask.

With a sigh, Lewis leans back against the bed, crossing his arms across his chest. He seems to ponder your question before replying.

"No, I haven't been with other women."

After a moment, he continues, "At least... not in a physical sense. There have been some... conversations with other women, but nothing that should be considered cheating."

"Hmm," you say, curious.

After a few moments of silence, Lewis finally speaks to you again.

"Do you believe them?"

You smile at him. "Of course not. I think it's just that people don't know about my pregnancy, so now they're making up some weird rumors."

Lewis nods slowly, his expression softening as you reassure him.

"Good, my love," he says, using the affectionate term. "Let them talk. They don't know the truth."

Lewis then moves closer to you and wraps his arm around you.

"You and I... we know what is really happening."

"Yeah... but it bothers you," you say.

Lewis is quiet for a moment, then replies, "Of course it does."

He sighs and pulls you a bit closer to his larger frame.

"I may not show it, but I care very much about you, and what people say about us matters to me."

"I know, babe," you say, cradling his face and leaning in for a kiss.

Lewis smiles slightly and gently responds to your kiss, wrapping his hands around your waist.

He pulls you into his embrace, his lips gently pressing against yours while one of his hands rests on your stomach.

Lewis pauses for a moment as though contemplating something.

"I think we should tell everyone that you are pregnant with our child," he says softly.

He seems to be thinking about the consequences of such a public reveal.

"It's a big step, but it would stop the rumors in their tracks..."

"Are you sure?" you ask.

"I want it to be official. Not just between us, but for everyone else to know as well," he says.

Lewis's arms tighten around you.

"You are carrying my child, and I want the world to know," he whispers.

"Okay then," you say.

"Let's go tell the world about our little one," he says sweetly.

With one last kiss, Lewis pulls back and smiles at you.

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wasawattpadkid · 1 year

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I can’t get over the way you write it’s delicious. I was wondering if you could write a Stu x reader where Stu catches the reader in the act of doing things with themselves, and it just kinda escalates from there?

Thank you so much for the request! I got way too carried away with this one 🫣

I Can Help

Summary: A little joke is all it takes to hurt someone's feelings. You think you're broken but Stu thinks he can help fix you.

Pairing: Stu Macher x Fem!reader

Warnings: ⚠️smut 18+⚠️ fingering (fem!receiving), foul language, thigh riding, loss of virginity, p in v, cum, slight begging

"It's was so bad. I literally went to the bathroom to finish while he smoked a cigarette." Tatum popped a grape in her mouth. "You would think college boys would be better." Billy said looking up at the sky. You shifted uncomfortably, the conversation was a touchy one. "What about you Y/n? Any man ever leave you high and dry?" Tatum asked as the group stared at you. You didn't feel as cool as your friends. Tatum stayed getting drunk or laid having many fun stories to tell. Sydney and Billy were a comfortable couple not sharing too much of their love life. Stu got around more than anyone. The stories he told would make a sailor feel ashamed.

"No thankfully. I've never done that so I don't have much to compare." Tatum seemed shocked at the admission. "You've never had sex?" She asked completely missing your point. You trusted you friends with the dark secret you've had for awhile. "No but I've never done the other thing either." It was embarrassing how ashamed you were to even say the words. "You've never what? Had an orgasm?" Stu and Billy started giggling making you feel worse about yourself. "Shut up doofus." Tatum shoved Stu lightly. "I'm sorry It's just funny. Have you asked a doctor what's wrong with you?" Stu laughed making you get up. "Oh come on sweet pea it was just a joke." You walked away hearing Sydney and Tatum fussed at the teenager.

You've read books, watched videos, you've done everything you could think to do. At some point you started to believe you were broken. Tatum went on and on about how good sex was but you couldn't even please yourself. The amount of times you've tried and somehow got bored of it was humiliating. Now for your friends to know and openly laugh at you it made you want to disappear. You wanted to cry in shame.

The car you called your own was just a few steps away. You decided to ditch school not being able to see your friends anymore today, especially Stu. He was your best friend. For him to humiliate you in front of everyone really just felt like a knife to the gut. You turned on the car driving towards your house. With everything you've tried there was little you knew to do. Maybe you'd have to buy a toy? A machine to help you do what you couldn't do yourself.

You pulled into the driveway seeing your parents were still at work. Atleast you wouldn't have to have an argument when you walked through the door. You threw your bag down heading straight for your room. Crying was always an option but you decided to try to get yourself off one more time. It couldn't be that hard women do it all the time. You took a deep breath trying to calm yourself down from the day you've had. Grabbing the lighter off your nightstand you lit a couple candles. Maybe mood lighting would help.

The curtains were drawn as you laid on top of the bed. It was a dramatic set but it was a last resort. Taking another deep breath you closed your eyes. Slowly you exhaled letting your hands slide over your clothes. The button on your jeans popped before you carefully slid them off your legs. You pretended your hands were not your own as they crept up your thighs. A simple porn like scenario played in your head as you mimicked what you had seen before. Your hand grazed your underwear in an attempt to tease yourself.

Your breathing was steady while you pulled down your underwear tossing them to the side. The act it's self was intimidating. You felt as if your future as a woman depended on your ability to perform for yourself. Shaking your head a little you found your way back to the tacky video in your head. The women you saw on film always immediately started moaning. You've tried it before. Soft little moans actually helped turn you on more than any screaming ever did. Your fingers traced your lips trying to figure out what place to go next.

Slick slowly started to flood your folds telling you that whatever you were doing was working. Wetting two fingers you slowly trailed them up towards your clit. A small jolt of energy passed through you as you circled the bundle of nerves. You focused on that spot knowing penetration only ever felt uncomfortable. A half hearted moan fell from your lips as verbal encouragement.

As you tried to work your hands around yourself Stu walked right through the front door of your home. The locks were the only thing that ever stopped him and lucky for him you completely forgot to flip that little switch. He wasn't sure what to say to you. Tatum and Sydney practically yelled at him for making a simple joke. Even Billy told him he took it too far. Now he had a freshly picked flower in his hand with no idea of what to say.

He mumbled little apologies as he twirled the flower in his hand. With a push he opened your bedroom door. "I was a dick at lunch today so I'm sorry- oh my god!" You screamed at the man as you threw your covers on top of your lower half. "I didn't see anything! Actually I saw a lot but I'm fine with pretending I didn't see anything." Stu babbled on outside the now closed door with his eyes shut. At first he took your silence as a loss of words for what just happened. It wasn't until he heard the quiet sound of your crying that he really felt awful. This was the second time to today he made you upset. "Good going Stu." He whispered to himself in pity.

"Are you covered?" He asked holding the handle of the door. Only opening it if you give him the word. You tried to sniffle away the sadness but it hardly worked. "Yes." Was all you could muster. "I'm opening the door now." He said as a warning just in case. You almost smiled. "It's half way open you still have time to cover anything that's out." He narrated making you actually cough out a laugh. "I'm good you can come in." Stu breathed a sigh of relief seeing the comforter cover everything below your waist. He knew by your tears that this had to be more embarrassing for you than it was for him.

Stu sat down on the edge of the bed. "I got this for you. I came over to apologize but I'm guessing I should've waited a little longer." He handed you the flower which you appreciated but watching you cry again made Stu think he did something else wrong. "I really am sorry. Are you allergic to those? I picked it up off the side of some person's house I didn't know." You shook your head willing yourself to get a grip as you sat the flower on the nightstand. "No, that's not why I'm upset. It wouldn't have mattered if you waited any longer. It wouldn't have done me any good."

Your hands held your face keeping your eyes away from your friend. "What do you mean?" Stu didn't really understand why you were upset. You looked up at the confused boy ready to vent all your problems to him. "I mean I don't work like I'm supposed to Stu. Guys have it easy. Your dick comes with basic instructions. It seems I can't do the one thing every other girl can." His lips formed an 'o' realizing what this was all about. "You're upset you've never had an orgasm?" Stu said it like it wasn't incredibly embarrassing.

Heat rose to your face forcing you to look away. Stu grabbed one of your hands not really knowing how to comfort you. "Hey I'm sure other women have trouble too. Most of the time it's the guys fault though." He shrugged. That was the problem. This was supposed to be a guy issue. You were supposed to be able to get yourself off when a guy falls short. You were just as bad as they were. "What all have you tried doing?" He asked with a casual tone. You wanted to fling yourself out of a window. "I'm not talking about this with you." You laid back turning your eyes towards the ceiling.

"I can help. We can figure this out." It wasn't sexual he was just helping out a friend. "How? you're a guy." His hands went to his face in shock. "Oh my god! I'm a guy? This can't be happening!" His little stunt made you laugh which in turn put a smile on his face. "I know that I'm a guy but I'm sure we can talk our way through this. Process of elimination or something." It wasn't a terrible idea but it wasn't the best one either.

"Okay." You sighed scared of the uncomfortable conversation you were about to have with your childhood best friend. "Alright. What all have you tried to do?" Now that you were actually listening to the question it didn't make any sense. "Everything? I did what they do in the movies nothing works." The tight lipped expression on his face made you think you did something wrong. "What? That's what porn is for." You defended thinking he was going to make fun of you for doing something all men do.

"No, porn is for entertainment not learning. If you want to see a dumb blonde with big tits bounce around for 30 minutes then you watch porn. If you want to learn how to treat a woman, you read." You laughed making his smile falter. "You, Stu Macher read books about pleasing women?" It wasn't something he flaunted around but the women he slept with sure appreciated it. "Yeah so? Maybe I could give you some recommendations." You started to realize that Stu really just wanted to help. He hated seeing you hate yourself over something you couldn't control.

"I've done that Stu. I've read and I've watched. It doesn't do anything good." You were giving up but he wasn't about to allow it. "When do your parents get home from work?" He asked, his eyes more serious this time around. "Um around four o'clock why?" It was unethical. Stu knew that but what's the harm in helping a friend in need? "You said I could help you right?" He double checked making sure nothing changed. "Yeah and so far you haven't been much of a help." Stu stood up from the side of the bed going to shut and lock your bedroom door.

"What's your plan?" Your voice gave away that you were nervous. "If it's alright with you I want to help." He looked towards your covered legs and that's when it clicked. "Oh no. Ha! Uh no thank you. I'm fine, it's okay, I haven't shaved or um-" You tried to think of another excuse. "No one's been down there and I just, no thank you." Stu sat back down on the bad letting his hand sit on top of your stomach. A small feeling of warmth bubbled underneath his hand. "Y/n I've never judged you and I'm not going to start now. Besides it not like I'm going to take your virginity or anything."

It dawned on you that this might actually help. The fear that this might ruin the friendship you had with Stu was more important to you than your need to feel normal. "I don't want anything to change between us." He laughed. "And it won't. I hate seeing you this way and if I can be useful then I'm at your service." He saluted making you laugh. "Okay but please no more jokes I don't want to feel worse than I already do." Stu nodded. "No more jokes." From this moment forward Stu was going to do whatever you told him to. His hand slowly slid down your abdomen that warmth never disappearing.

"I'm going to need your direction. I don't know what you like and don't like." Funny thing was you didn't either. This was all brand new to you. "Okay." You said as you tried to relax. Stu's hand slowly ran down the outside of your exposed thigh. You would have thought he'd go straight for what you've been struggling with. His fingers danced around your skin leaving little goosebumps behind. "Just focus on my hand okay? Don't worry about anything else." You nodded keeping your eyes closed.

His fingers made their way to your inner thigh still dancing around to a silent tune. You couldn't help but giggle at the sensation. Stu smiled loving that cute little noise. "Does that tickle?" He asked moving closer towards your heat. "A little bit but I'm fine keep going." Stu's smile never faltered as his eyes stayed on you. With your eyes closed you tried to picture your crush doing these things but all that could come to mind was your best friend, Stu. You let out a shaky breath feeling his hand graze your folds. "Are you okay?" He asked a little worried. "Mhmm, I'm fine."

Stu carefully traced little lines on your lips not ready to dive into anything serious. "Does that feel okay?" The feeling was a little funny. It wasn't as intense as anything you ever did. "Yeah it's fine." You said quickly not wanting to miss any sensation he provided you with. Stu decided to abandon the pattern, instead moving his finger to slowly trail up and down over your your folds. His touch was only pressured enough to let you know he was there. He felt your hips move involuntary wanting to grind on his hand. This new information gave him an idea.

His hand disappeared and for a moment you could still feel his fingers tracing your skin like phantom touch. You opened your eyes confused. "Why'd you stop?" Your voice cracked making him smile. "I have an idea but it requires you to stand up. Are you okay with that?" You weren't sure about the change in position but if it got him to touch you again you'd do it. "I guess so." You slowly got off the bed standing in front of Stu with your hands covering yourself. Stu started to unbuckle his jeans making you panic. "Calm down I'm not getting naked." It sure looked like he was. You watched as he pulled his pants off sitting them in the floor beside the bed.

His boxers were still on leaving little to the imagination. "Come here." He beckoned with spread legs. You walked a forward not prepared for how intimate this would be. "I want you to straddle my leg like you would a horse." That sentence alone was laughable and a little alarming. "I'm heavy." You protested making him laugh. "I've got you, would you just trust me?" That stupid smile he sent you made you do as you were told. His thigh was warm against your cunt. Stu blinked a few times trying hard to keep the focus on you. His hands gripped your hips making you feel a whole new emotion. "Now I want you to slowly move your hips like this." He helped you move against him. The new friction made a small noise leave your mouth. It was embarrassing but you had no time to worry about it.

Stu started to blush, the erotic scene in front of him turning him on more than he hoped. "Does that feel okay?" By the look on your face he knew the answer. His thigh quickly became wet with your slick making it easier for you to rock back and forth. "I feel.. great." You pushed the words out as you continued to ride his thigh. Stu wanted to kiss you but he had promised this wasn't about him. "Stu.." You moaned holding onto his shoulders for support. Hearing his name fall from your lips like that was now and forever engraved in his brain. "Say my name again please." The slight whimper your friend made only increased the speed of your hips. "Stu, please." You weren't quite sure what you were begging for but it pleased Stu.

His grip on your hips only grew tighter as your abs started to burn. A foreign pressure began to build making you panic. You hips slowed down making Stu look up at you. "What wrong?" He asked almost as out of breath as you were. "I- something..." You tried to put the feeling into words. Stu knew exactly what you meant. He continued moving your hips for you making your whole body seem to tremble. "Just keep moving you're almost there." Stu reassured hoping that he was right. "I can't." You repeated in-between moans.

Your hands locked up squeezing Stu's arms as your whole body trembled. Stu held on to you before you fell. Your breathing was intense but this was arguably the best you've ever felt. You looked up at your friend as your hand cupped his jaw. "How was that?" He asked smiling down at you. Stu lit up at the dopey grin on your face. You leaned up just enough to press your lips against his. Stu froze for a moment in shock. Before you could pull away and apologize he kissed back.

The kiss was more electric than the feeling you had just moments ago. You moved so you were straddling his lap now having more room to kiss him. Carefully you rolled your hips against him. "Fuck..." He shuddered into the kiss. Stu broke the kiss still holding you. "Y/n I didn't do this to sleep with you." Stu was a little worried you were trying to repay him for something he did for free. "I know." You rolled your hips again as Stu threw his head back. If there was a God, Stu was thanking them for this moment. "Y/n don't do that-" He was going to tell you he didn't know how much longer he could hold out.

"Or what?" You bit your lip getting turned on again just by pushing your friend's buttons. In one swift motion Stu stood up his arms holding you in position. With a small squeal from you he spun you around so you ended up on your back on the bed. Stu hovered above you his face nothing but serious. Your smile was playfully dangerous. He contemplated the idea that he might've done you a favor and himself a disservice. Your hands ran along his clothed torso heading straight for the painful bulge in his boxers. "Ah!" He moaned quickly grabbing your hands holding each one down on the bed next to your head.

"What has gotten into you?" He asked wanting to know what the responsible thing to do here was. In actuality you weren't sure. You just wanted- no, needed to hit that high again. "If I play my cards right hopefully you." Stu laughed nervously. Earlier you said no jokes but here you were breaking down Stu's defenses with humor. Your hips bucked up at nothing as Stu thought of his options. "If we do this it would really fuck up our friendship." You knew things wouldn't be the same the moment his hand fell between your thighs. "We'll figure it out. I need you Stu, please." There was that word again that made Stu absolutely melt.

Stu sat up on his knees pulling off his shirt. You watched the muscles under his skin contract as he pulled the cloth over his head tossing it to the side. You didn't know why you hadn't noticed how hot he was before this. He looked at your shirt waiting for you to do the same. "Oh!" As if your life depended on it you tore the shirt off your frame letting it hit the floor with Stu's.

His boxers were the last thing to disappear leaving you both completely naked. "Do you still want to do this?" Stu asked as his fingers once again found your cunt. "Yes." Was all you could say as his middle finger slipped into your heat with ease. Slowly as to not hurt you Stu added his ring finger. There was that uncomfortable feeling again. It didn't hurt but it wasn't a pleasant experience. With his left hand on your hip he held you down as his fingers searched for that spot. Not many guys knew where the clit was let alone the g-spot. Stu however got an A when it came to anatomy.

Your lungs seemed to stop as a random warmth spread over your thighs. The warmth began to turn into a pleasurable fire. His fingers continued that beckoning motion as you writhed underneath him. Stu added one more finger making you wince. "You alright?" He asked seeing your eyes scrunch shut. "Yeah it's just weird." You responded trying to get used to the stretch. It only lasted a few moments before you focused back on the pressure building once again. Before you could do anything about it his fingers slipped out. You looked down seeing him drag his cock up and down your folds collecting your slick on the tip.

Stu grabbed intertwined his fingers with yours making you smile. Slowly he pushed his cock into you and you were thankful for the previous warm up. Stu squeezed your hand trying not to cum right then and there. You always heard how annoying it was when men finished quick. However if you got Stu to get off that easy it would probably be the hottest complement you've ever received. "Are you okay?" Stu asked more to himself than you. "I'm lovely." You smiled looking at the boy.

His hips began to move slowly which did absolutely nothing for you. You didn't want to seem rude so you let him continue doing what he was doing. He noticed the lack of enthusiasm on your part. "What's wrong?" You shook your head. "Nothing, just... Can you go faster?" He almost laughed. Here he was doing everything in his power to go slow and you needed him to go faster. Without another word his hips began to speed up.

Moans started to naturally come out as the feeling of him pump in and out of you became addicting. It wasn't until you heard him moan that you actually began to feel that pressure like before. "Keep on making those sounds." You encouraged as your head fell back against the pillows. It was the first time any girl wanted to hear him during sex. In fact moaning at all felt embarrassing to him. Stu obliged feeling you squeeze around him with every noise he made. "Fuck Y/n, I'm not going to last." He moaned through gritted teeth.

That feeling of intense pleasure came and went never staying long enough for you to enjoy it. It didn't matter though seeing and hearing Stu come undone for you was enough. He begrudgingly pulled out knowing he didn't have much longer. The veins in his arms were prominent as he pumped himself over your stomach. His hair was wet with sweat sticking to his forehead. "Please Y/n.." Stu whimpered and moaned over and over as ropes of cum littered your abdomen. His head fell back while he tried to catch his breath. The sight was beautiful. You cursed yourself you couldn't capture the moment on film.

His limp body fell next to you as he tried desperately to breathe. Once his lungs fell back into their normal rhythm he spoke. "Where's the bathroom?" It wasn't a very romantic question and it kind of broke your heart. "Um.. it's down the hall to the right." You pointed as Stu got up and disappeared. Stu frantically searched for a wash cloth not wanting to leave you alone for too long.

You could hear the water running for a few seconds before he returned, warm rag in hand. "Hey." He spoke softly not to scare you. "Hi." You said back the awkwardness in the room was rather cute. "I'm just going to clean you up okay?" That same heat returned to your cheeks making you avoid his gaze. "That's fine." The cloth started between your thighs. The warm rag felt great against your skin. You winced the moment the rag slid over your core. "Sorry." He mumbled cleaning off your stomach next.

Once you were decent Stu returned the rag to the bathroom. You tried not to laugh as you watched his ass as he left the room. Stu returned finding his boxers quickly pulling them back on. You however were content with just snuggling underneath the covers. Stu climbed in the bed on the vacant side snuggling up next to you. The clock on the wall said you had a good amount of time before you parents got home. You played with your friends hand as you thought of words to fill the silence. "Thank you Stu. I needed this." A sense of pride warmed up his chest. "You're welcome. I'm glad I could help."

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bruises.

spiderwoman!hazel au. she's known about hazel's little secret for a while now and she's done giving her excuses a free pass.

author's note/s: 1.2k words. trigger warning for talk of injuries, switched to the use of 'you' here for reader cause third person wasn't working for me

It's routine for you to replenish the contents of the first-aid kit in your bedside table's drawer now. You even keep one in your locker and have had many silent debates with yourself on keeping a small one in your bag, just in case. For the past four months, Hazel Callahan has been climbing up to your window to ask for your help with treating a bruise or two. Because of that new women's self-defense club - the "fight club" that started up at school, she said.

Which was incidentally formed about a week after the first news headline came out about some masked vigilante swinging around the city. Fighting crime and saving civilians and beating up bad guys and all that.

Now coincidental rather than incidental for you though, since the day you saw Hazel rushing into her house then saw the infamous Spiderwoman spring out of her bedroom window mere seconds later. You were stunned, but it wasn't hard for you to connect the dots. Your already had your suspicions about some of the bruises Hazel supposedly got from her club; you doubt any of the girls there could actually land a hit that could damage her that badly.

But it's not an easy thing to bring up or just ask about, so you've kept quiet about it. Until that night, however.

You're half-asleep when you hears the incessant knocking at her window. You try not to groan as you throw back the covers and get up, knowing exactly who it is, but whatever irritation you have is gone once you see Hazel's face in the moonlight.

"Jesus Christ," you mutter as you pull her inside, hurriedly moving across the room to switch the light on. "Are you okay?"

"Pretty sure I've been better." Hazel smiles, actually smiles with that joke. But you can only sigh at her in response. Hazel literally looked like she got her face smashed into a wall or to the ground repeatedly - considering the people and things you've seen her fight against, that might've been what happened. There was a bruise along her jawline that you were sure you wouldn't be able to help cover up with make-up the next day and a cut on her forehead where a previous one just healed.

"Let me guess. It's from fight club again?" You manage not to make air quotations at 'fight club' but can't help the disbelieving tone when you say it. There's no way she expects you to believe that.

But as usual, she does. "I was just caught off guard cause we were practicing 'til late at night today and... and I was tired, cause you know, we had a whole day of school earlier and," Hazel stumbles out. The tone you used clearly got to her. "And when I fell it was to the ground and not the mat cause Sylvie got in a really, really good punch. You should've seen it actually."

You say nothing as you let her sit on the side of your bed and take the first-aid kit out, still quiet as you start wiping her face gently. She watches you intently, mouth opening and closing a few times before finally saying, "Don't be so worried. It's not the first time you've seen me like this and I'm always fine after."

"Yeah, sure." Until it happens again, you want to add. You get up to throw the wipes and tissues away and you can feel her eyes on you with every step. Hazel's never been good at dealing with friends being angry with her; you knew how sensitive she could be, which was why you were always quick to reassure her whenever it seemed like she was taking something to heart. It's why you've been patient for so long with her keeping the whole Spiderwoman thing a secret, but you didn't know how much longer you could take seeing her all beaten up and hear one lie after the other on how she supposedly got them.

"Please don't be mad—"

"When are you going to stop lying to me?"

Something shifts in the air at your question. You don't have to look at her to know how her eyes have widened and how her mouth was probably hanging open in shock, or how her mind was definitely racing at what you could possibly be talking about. Even though deep down, she knew.

You turn back around, sighing. "I know, Hazel. About your secret web-slinging life."

Hazel sits up straighter at your admission then stands up abruptly to pace the room, a panicked look on her face. "When did you— how did you even—"

"Does it matter? Why didn't you tell me?" You walk towards her and grab her by the arms, forcing her to stop. "You know you can trust me. I would never, ever tell anyone."

"That's not the point!" She shakes out of your grasp. "That's not the point," she repeats in a softer voice, continuing with, "You can't know. Nobody can because anybody who knows gets put in danger, and they'll come after you eventually to get to me, and I can't let that happen. Not to you, not to my mom, not to any of the girls in fight club. Especially not to you."

Your chest tightens at that. Quietly, you ask, "Why?"

There's a resigned, expectant look on her face when she says, "You know why."

And you do. The two of you have always been great friends but there's always been something else there, something a little more that neither of you were brave enough to acknowledge in fear of ruining what you had. You'd be lying if you said you never noticed the drop in her energy and expression every time you so much as made a passing comment that one of your classmates was cute, and you'd also be lying if you said you never thought anything about the weird feeling you got in your stomach when you saw how much closer she and Stella-Rebecca have gotten since joining the fight club together.

"I need you safe," Hazel says after a moment.

"You'll keep me safe. You'll protect me." You walk towards her again, reaching out to hold her roughed-up face in your hands. Almost instinctively, Hazel leans her cheek into your left palm. "I know you will because you would've done it whether I knew your secret or not. Because you're a good person and a fantastic superhero, Hazel."

Hazel just looks at you for a moment, clearly having some internal argument with herself, before she surges forward to kiss you. You press your lips firmly against hers, kissing her back soundly in case she'd panic and pull away too soon. But Hazel only pulls you in closer, a relieved sigh escaping her as she tilts her head to the side for a different angle.

If a kiss between the two of you was ever going to happen, then it was bound to be in some big reveal moment like this.

Reluctantly, you push her away after a moment because you couldn't let her or yourself get carried away; that first-aid couldn't be put away just yet, plus, your parents might've been dead asleep but they were still home. Both of you would have to put a raincheck on... whatever could've come next.

"Can I stay over tonight?" Hazel asks breathlessly, still eyeing your lips. You smile at her fondly and let out a chuckle, pushing her bangs away from her face.

"Yeah. I still need to fix up that cute face of yours, you know."

#hazel callahan x reader #hazel callahan imagine #hazel callahan x you #hazel callahan fanfic #hazel callahan #spider hazel #spider!hazel #spiderwoman!hazel

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lou-struck · 1 year

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Are You Watching?

Katsuki Bakugou x reader

~ Bakugou has never seen your favorite movie before, and so you end up watching him more than the movie.

Genre: Fluff

a/n: I do this alot, I just get so excited when I’m watching one of my favorite movies with someone I want to know that they are liking it.

As you walk through your front door and kick off your shoes that just don't quite fit right, you are hit with an overwhelming sense of victory.

Today was a bitch, but you made it through unscathed.

That in itself calls for a celebration of self-care. With Katsuki still out on patrol for a bit, you decide to slip into something cozy, get yourself a big bowl of microwavable popcorn, and take out your stack of DVDs.

But these aren't just any DVDs; these are your favorite comfort movies, the kind you can watch anytime and never get bored. You know every line by heart, quoting the lines under your breath and laughing in anticipation of your favorite scenes.

You've only been watching for twenty minutes or so, but your mood has already been raised up out of the gutters of exhaustion and disappeared when you first came home.

"Oi, what are you watching?" a familiar guff voice calls from behind you, sending elated prickles over your skin as your turn around.

Katsuki Bakugou, your boyfriend leans up against the doorway, he looks so natural, but you have a feeling he posed himself that way to look cool in front of you. You pause the movie and turn your full attention to your handsome partner, who looks just as exhausted as you did earlier.

"Suki, I didn't hear you come in." you smile, scooting over on the couch. "Get changed and come watch these with me."

"Haven't you seen this one before?" he yells from down the hall, already changing into his comfy clothes. He loves watching movies with you; it makes him feel normal after a long day dealing with the worst society has to offer.

"Yeah, so? It's one of my favorites," you call back defensively. "What's the big deal?"

"I just don't get how you can watch the same damn movie so many times," he grumbles, coming back into the living room wearing a black shirt and some flannel pajama bottoms you got him for Christmas last year. He is already looking more relaxed than he did before. Off in the distance, you can barely make out the sound of the washing machine buzzing to life, cleaning the rest of the day out of his hero costume.

"But you haven't seen it yet." you giggle, flipping up the mountain of blankets dramatically so he can get under them with you, patting the now open spot with your other hand.

He chuckles amusedly and joins you on the couch. His warmth comforts you in a different way than the blankets have as you breathe in his familiar scent. "This is much better," you sigh as his arm wraps around you. You place your head on his chest, your favorite kind of pillow.

"Bad day?" he asks, gently rubbing circles onto your skin.

"Not the best," you admit, shuddering at the memories from earlier today. You'd tell him all the annoying details later, but now, unwinding is the priority. "You?"

"It was pretty shitty, but I've had worse," he responds flatly. You believe him; the news coverage today told you all you needed to know about his bad day.

"Then I guess we can just stay here until it all goes away," you chuckle, reaching for the remote and pressing play. Bakugou wouldn't admit it out loud, but the idea of just staying here on the couch, cozy with you in his arms, is the perfect ending to any day, no matter how shitty it was.

Your conversation dies down as you both watch the movie. It really is the kind that you can watch over and over again.

You think to yourself that it's strange that even after watching this movie in your living room so many times, Katsuki has never seen it for himself.

Wait, if he hasn't seen it before, that means he doesn't know about The Twist.

You find your eyes drifting from the screen over to his handsome face. His crimson gaze remains transfixed on the screen in front of him. There is something so satisfying about watching someone watch your favorite movie so intently. Even if it's one he would not choose to watch himself.

You know what's going to happen, so you don't need to be watching as close. Katsuki is much more interesting right now. How will he react? Some of your friends said that the Twist was predictable, but others said they had no idea it was coming. The anticipation of it all makes you look at him even more intensely.

Sensing your gaze on him, he turns his head towards you. "What are you looking at?" he huffs, "Do I have somethin on my face?"

"No," you say, looking away quickly, "It's nothing; keep watching."

He shrugs it off and returns his attention to the screen. You try and focus on the movie, but you can't help it; you have to see what he thinks about the Twist. You have to see his face. You shamelessly bring your gaze back over to him, only to find that he is not looking at the screen at all. His eyes are on you.

"Suki, you're not watching; this is important," you whine dramatically as if you are not the whole reason he is distracted in the first place.

He tsks, "How am I supposed to watch the damn movie if you're staring at me like that?" his voice rising in volume.

"Just pay attention," you pout, crossing your arms over your chest., "I just wanted to see what you thought about the next part. It's my favorite."

His gaze softens as he tries to untangle your crossed arms. "Such a weirdo," he chuckles, leaning over and giving your cheek a quick kiss. "I'm watchin, I Promise."

Despite the dry air outside, his lips are still soft and smooth against your skin. You uncross your arms and return to your previous position on top of him. "You gotta watch," you mumble, trying to discreetly look at him and the screen at the same time.

And then it happens—the Twist.

The main character being betrayed by their own best friend. You've seen this part so many times you could quote it word for word. But Katsuki…

"Where the Hell did that come from," he yells, sitting up quickly, ruining your comfortable resting spot against him. His mouth is agape, and his eyes are wide as he stares back at you, hoping for some sort of explanation. His features then go from shock to loving irritation as he ruffles your hair on top of your head. "You were waiting for me to watch this, weren't you?"

"I knew you'd be surprised," you grin cheekily. Trying to bat away his hand from your head. "There were a few hints earlier on that make more sense."

"What hints?" he asks, narrowing his eyes and biting the inside of his cheeks as he tries to recall any sort of detail that would lead to the reveal of this betrayal. Obviously, he is still very troubled by the turn of events. "I didn't see any damn hints. Gimme the remote; we are watching this thing again."

#bnha x reader #bnha fluff #my hero academia #bnha #bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugou #bakugou katsuki #katsuki x reader #Katsuki bakugou x reader

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mcflymemes · 8 months

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THE GREATEST MOVIE QUOTES OF ALL TIME * assorted dialogue from famous films, adjust as necessary

[name], i think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

frankly, my dear, i don't give a damn.

i'll have what she's having.

i have a feeling we're not in kansas anymore.

i'm as mad as hell, and i'm not going to take this anymore!

you're gonna need a bigger boat.

nobody puts baby in a corner.

well. nobody's perfect.

you can't fight in here! this is the war room!

get away from her, you bitch!

houston, we have a problem.

when someone asks you if you're a god, you say yes!

i am no man!

i love the smell of napalm in the morning.

you had me at "hello."

i'm also just a girl standing in front of a boy, asking him to love her.

don't call me shirley.

i feel the need... the need for speed!

i'm gonna make him an offer he can't refuse.

i know it was you, [name]. you broke my heart.

just when i thought i was out, they pull me back in.

you can't handle the truth!

i can do this all day.

the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few.

snakes. why did it have to be snakes?

clever girl.

what, like it's hard?

you shall not pass.

that's my secret, [name]. i'm always angry.

i wish i knew how to quit you.

get busy living, or get busy dying.

ugh, as if!

i'll be back.

there's no crying in baseball!

some men just want to watch the world burn.

take your stinking paws off me!

screws fall out all the time. the world's an imperfect place.

life moves pretty fast. you don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.

i'm sorry, [name]. i'm afraid i can't do that.

a strange game. the only winning move is not to play.

are you crazy? the fall will probably kill you!

i see dead people.

if you build it, he will come.

with great power comes great responsibility.

roads? where we're going, we don't need roads.

go ahead. make my day.

say hello to my little friend!

are you not entertained?

i'm not bad. i'm just drawn that way.

i've seen things you people wouldn't believe.

i have a bad feeling about this.

you talkin' to me?

what's in the box?

your mother was a hamster, and your father smelt of elderberries!

that rug really tied the room together, did it not?

you cut the turkey without me?

i'm not even supposed to be here today.

you'll shoot your eye out, kid.

boy, that escalated quickly.

you don't wanna get mixed up with a guy like me.

i know kung-fu.

now i have a machine gun.

what is your damage, [name]?

what we've got here is failure to communicate.

here's looking at you, kid.

fasten your seatbelts. it's going to be a bumpy night.

love means never having to say you're sorry.

there's no place like home.

why don't you come up sometime and see me?

i'm walkin' here!

i want to be alone.

round up the usual suspects.

you know how to whistle, don't you, [name]?

we rob banks.

we'll always have paris.

well, nobody's perfect.

a boy's best friend is his mother.

keep your friends close, but your enemies closer.

well, here's another nice mess you've gotten me into.

what a dump?

[name], you're trying to seduce me. aren't you?

is it safe?

i have always depended on the kindness of strangers.

hello, gorgeous.

a martini. shaken, not stirred.

seize the day. make your lives extraordinary.

snap out of it!

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I feel like people who insist and celebrate too much that "their fanfics and AUs" are now "canonically accurate" because they played Sun as passive aggressive from the beginning, are starting to drive a wedge in the community with their comments, especially when These are important figures in the fandom.

I've already seen someone "famous" mention that "I used to consider Sun basic and boring for just being the eager good guy" and wow, that disappointed me a little. If anything, Moon falls into the same "basic" category by being just "the bad guy," canonically speaking. But they are not pleasant things to read, are they?

I personally think that if Sun hadn't seemed so anxious, vulnerable and partially open/friendly in the beginning, he wouldn't be so many people's comfort character today. Because I highly doubt that his attitude in HW2 would have made so many people feel comfortable, not to mention that it would have surely stung them in one or another possible trauma.

I've been trying so hard not to insult anyone because I believe that good communication comes from respect and good manners but some people are pissing me off. (Not you anon)

Listen, those people can go fuck themselves with their stupid comments and their entitled opinions.

I'm also a follower of canon acurated and I see no reason in mocking people who don't follow canon. It makes me so mad reading comments laughing at people whose interpretation has been contradicted by canon.

If they are taking pleasure from seeing how some in the community are reacting to HW2 with sadness (which is a VERY understandable reaction and should NOT be made fun of) they are not worth your attention, they aren't worth ANYONES attention. If it makes you feel better block them and move on because you will be happier this way.

And those who say "I tHOuGhT sUn WaS bAsIc AnD bOrInG" clearly they didn't see through the characters. You could say exactly the same about any of the other characters. You could say exactly the same about ANY CHARACTER EVER MADE.

People are so fast at taking one single trait of a character and make it their whole personality like it's the only and true thing about them and if you thing otherwise you're wrong. "Oh but we have this other behavior of him shown before, this may just be another aspect of their personality-" "nope, I don't see that, that doesn't exist, this is the truth about your comfort character, suck it" fucking bullshit.

Kellen makes a great job at interpreting Sun's character, if you stop to hear all the voice lines you can see a lot of aspects of him, just paying attention to his voice. Everyone jumped so fast to the "Sun is a sassy mean bitch" train forgetting that: he was originally in theater, he takes care of kids, he tries to be nice to kids, he probably gets criticized daily by parents and employees so there's no reason for him to be constantly nice to everyone, he is tired, like seriously, if you listen to his voice lines half of them sounds tired and trying to smile trough it but at the verge of exploding.

We don't even know how Sun and Moon are when they are alone.

I personally don't think the interactions in HW2 are canon events in the lore, it wouldn't make sense.

I'm so sorry that y'all are going through this. Don't let people's shitty comments get to you, ok? Go read your comfort fic or reblog that old piece of fanart that made you giggle and kick your feet the first time you saw it.

(EDIT: read the reblogs)

#ask #i'm so upset #I hate people #okok. they are probably excited and full of serotonin for finding out they interpretation was right #but dear God that's no reason to shit on people who thought differently #dca fandom #fnaf dca #fanf daycare attendant

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the-cat-and-the-birdie · 8 months

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I had coffee my thoughts are all over the place it's not gonna make sense and I'm probably gonna change my mind about some of the things I said later but here's my ramble.

I'm so mad right now. There's so many things that piss me off with Peter B. I keep thinking about all the mess he keeps pulling throughout the first and the second movie. The fact that he betrayed Miles not once but twice BUT THREE TIMES (typing Miles up in ITSV, not telling him about the Spider Society or that he was an anomaly, CALLING HQ ON HIM BECAUSE HE WANTED TO SAVE HIS FATHER. Technically that's 4 but moving on.)

He refuses to acknowledge Miles as a fellow spider(which is probably why he didn't feel bad about finding Miles was an anomaly now he has a reason to not take Miles seriously.) And he keeps trying to insert himself into a mentor role when he's yet to do a whole lot of mentoring. What also throws me here is how he had the audacity to say the trauma builds character while being a mentor to help guide Miles into becoming Spiderman so Miles' could avoid the mistakes that Peter made.

I WILL NEVER BE OVER THAT CHAIR SCENE IN ITSV. How is it you as a grown man. A grown white man no less took a black teenage boy who you viewed as so much of a liability that you had to tie him up. And I know multiple people have talked about everything that's wrong with this scene but there's still something so haunting about watching him just nonchalantly be tied up kicking and screaming about how he wants to be let go that bothers me so much. And I find it hard to believe that this was just a scene we're supposed to just move on from. Did they do this on purpose? Was this supposed to showcase something about Peter's character that I'm not picking up on? Because I find it so hard to believe that the writers who made sure to explicitly show how Gwen's Peter is Christian because he later turns into a lizard wouldn't understand the implications of this scene.

I also don't think he's a strategic as he thinks he is. What do you think was going to happen when you forcefully tied this boy to a chair? You thought he was going to sit still? Also would you think the boy who's trying to save his father was going to do? Actually listen to your words? Sit back and be like, oh you're right I should just let my father die. (This is me going off my reasoning that he didn't plan out that one scene in ATSV. I think that he thought that because he's Miles' "mentor" he could get through to him in a way others can't. Which pretentious much?) His actions do more harm than good and it just works out for him somehow. (For instance Miles saving them in ITSV because he came late.)

These are my thoughts do with this what you will. All the stars decided to align today ig because I haven't been able to come up with coherent thoughts like this in a minute.

(I really need to rewatch itsv. So if there's anything here that I'm wrong about regarding itsv it's been like 5 years since I've seen it.)

I GET THISS SOOO HARD (I waited until I had coffee to answer this lol)

BUT YESSSSS Because like I can understanding giving Peter the benefit of the doubt, it makes plausible sense for a movie to have a certain amount of wiggle room plot wise.

But with writers who clearly understood punk enough to accurately show it in Hobie's arc, repeatedly put in the work to respect Cockney and Puerto Rican culture, who wrote every one of Hobie's lines with PERCISION - would just overlook the glaring hole in their story that is Peter.

Because we as a viewer are continually told we SHOULD look up to him and we SHOULD trust him - but in doing so they accidentally make him the exact opposite. Like.. It doesn't make sense to me.

The Focus on Jess & The Absence of Peter:

aka GODDAMN I hate Peter B. Parker [yet another rant about 'bad' writing, plotholes, and Peter not showing up for Miles or Gwen.

For example,

Jess is Gwen's mentor, and we see her mentor style is extremely different from Peter's and that's suppose to be a contrasting dynamic between them and the relationship between Miles and Peter. Okay, makes sense.

But by NOT having Peter be Gwen's mentor, the writers are implying that he didn't step up as an emotional mentor when all this given - HE SHOULD. Because he's the only adult that she knows, and she a freshly homeless teen who needs to be around people she trusts, rather than working at a society with an auditorium of adults.

But by trying to show off how much we should judge Jess, the writers have inadvertently given us a Peter who just..didn't take responsibility. That's what they're implying - that Hobie and Jess were the ones who came to get aid. And we're suppose to look the other way. I... can't do that, sir.

"Look at how mean Jess is, why not blame her-" Jess is doing her job. Where's the adult she actually knows and trusts. Can we get some dialogue about what he did for her? Or did he just do nothing?

Did they just forget to include that, or did Peter just forget to help?

For me, that's two points in the bucket. Not housing Gwen, and not being her mentor. He could've done one, the other or both.

But because he didn't, we're left asking "What WAS he doing in the Society?"

Missions, I assume. Cause he wasn't mentoring her, so he must have been off putting in legit work for Miguel, I assume.

If we're looking at the characters as full-rounded - which I would hope they are considering the depth of Gwen, Miles and Hobie, it's not a large jump to ask 'How involved was Peter in Gwen's time at the Society? Why is he not her mentor, or why is she not living with him?"

Gwen..should be staying with him. If you're an adult who knows a teen and they become homeless, and it is within your means - yeah, I do think it's a moral obligation to open your home to them, at least temporarily. If you care about them. But that aside, let's extend the benefit of the doubt. Maybe Gwen didn't want to see him.

But then the ratting Miles out thing. This, I can't get around-

Some may say that it was simply for plot development and that Lyla spoke suddenly as a mistake on her part.

And I gotta call bullshit.

Firstly, because this is the same movie where we're shown Hobie stealing parts prior to learning what the parts are for. The same film that literally animated a fight accurately to Bushwick down to the very street. Let's cut it some slack here.

And moreso - I could understand the justification that it was a mistake on Lyla's part.

If Lyla was human. She's not.

She's an AI, and a very sophisticated one at that. Lyla runs on protocol, because that's AI's do. She's made to do things the way that is mathematically most effective, based on her analysis and her code.

It's easy to see Lyla as just an avatar, and a comedic one at that - but Lyla is literally one of - if not the - smartest 'person' in the multiverse. She's the only one who can track Spot in real time. If Jess and Miguel need aid on a mission or with Spot, they call Lyla. And she's handled every Society mission prior to the chase.

Her speaking out of turn suddenly and giving Peter away is an understandable plot mistake, if she was subjected to human mistakes.

So far, Lyla isn't. It doesn't make sense, based on what Lyla is.

I think Lyla would know better than to give Peter away suddenly by detecting Miles' presence and still speaking out loud.

A lot ask 'What motive does Peter have for ratting Miles out?', but we also should also ask "What motive does Lyla have for ratting herself out?'

It's her goal to find Miles no matter what. She doesn't care, she kinda can't - she's an AI. She just has to find him and send Miles' location to Miguel. Her objective.

So her locating Peter without his knowledge and then giving herself away to him doesn't make sense - especially if Lyla knew Miles was that close, from a human standpoint and definitely from the standpoint of the most sophisticated AI in existence.

So I was under the assumption that - like you mentioned now, that before when he gets Miles alone, he may genuinely be trying to convince him still, but by the time they get into that space, I think that's around the time that it becomes a 'Okay, let's just get Miles back to HQ and talk about this' situation.

He genuinely ratted Miles out. In my eyes.

Because at this point, Miguel hasn't assaulted Miles. That comes later. So realistically speaking, his goal was probably to calm Miles down, and get him back to HQ however he could, and talk to him there.

Peter could've helped WAYYYY earlier.

People give Peter credit like 'Oh but he came over to Miles' side at the end-'

NO. YOU DO NOT GET A COOKIE.

Peter could've helped SO much earlier, and if anything, he was THE ONLY ONE in a position of helping.

Gwen can't do anything, like they physically restrain her when she tries to. And there's no point after they come to HQ that Gwen has the chance to turn around and help Peter.

Gwen doesn't get that chance. Peter DOES.

Had Peter helped Miles HERE, IMMEDIATELY, Miles would've gotten away without being assaulted by Peter.

If Peter had turned around and changed course in this moment, Miles would have been better off.

Fuck Peter B. Fuckkkkk hiiiimmmmm. NAWWWWWW

If Peter had let him go here, or helped him escape - Miles wouldn't have been taking hits up on that train. That's crazzzy.

But he wasn't trying to help Miles escape. If he wanted to, he would've. He could've just said "Matter of fact Miles, I think setting the WHOLE Society on you is a bizarre move and you should probably get out of here until Miguel can calm down and I can talk to him."

But he was like 'Nah, hold my baby. Matter of fact lemme tell you story in this pivotal moment when you're actively in danger. Here, look at me. What do you mean - I'm not stalling? I didn't rat him out on purpose.

Like either you did. And even if you didn't you didn't help him when you were literally the only person in the universe who could. In fact, he got away slower because of you. Lovely.

Peter is a grown man. He's not an idiot.

He knows Miles is in active danger. Why would an adult turn the conversation in that direction - about his baby - KNOWING Miles has no time.

As soon as Miles got his hands on MayDay, Peter is trying to change the conversation. Suddenly he's joking and laughing.

Even though Miles is freaking out. Why is Peter joking? He knows this isn't a joking situation. But here he is wasting Miles time, either accidentally or intentionally.

Because that'd be some good ass stalling.

There was nothing stopping Peter from helping him leave. But Peter was still on The Society's side, so he didn't. If he was on Miles' side, he would've helped him. He should've, but he was still for Miguel, because at this point Miguel hadn't assaulted Peter yet.

Congrats, Peter. Big L. Humbling Reality Spider-man everyone.

Like combine all this. AND THEN THE SCENE IN ITSV.

LITERALLY AND PHYSICALLY PETER IS ALWAYS HOLDING MILES BACK.

You cannot expect me to believe that the writers of a movie I can write 10k+ words about, just so happened to leave these two glaring plot holes for ONE character.

That I'm just suppose to ignore that Peter restrained Miles, a black boy, in ITSV. That he betrayed Miles for months, wasn't very active in Gwen's time at the Society, and he actively hinders Miles escape - if not actively ratting him out.

It baffles my mind.

It doesn't make sense, that these writers can write Hobie, Jessica, Miguel, Officer Stacy, Rio, and Jeff as fully rounded, well-thought characters. But for some reason, when it comes SPECIFICALLY to Peter B. - they just forget how to write. They just stop thinking about him the second they don't look at him.

IN BOTH MOVIES?

I don't buy it.

To have every other character be thoroughly thought through but have one of, if not these most iconic character full of plot holes...

I think the likely answer is they wrote him that way on purpose and he's just a bad person.

I'm sorry, and I'm laughing while writing this but like.

Either Peter is the ONE singular character who has a series of emotional plotholes - or he's just a bad mentor. It's one or the other. And it's open to interpretation.

But I wanna cut the writers some slack and say, No - they thought it through. And No, Lyla did not just randomly speak out of turn, he contacted her first off-screen before she replied to him.

And by waiting till the very end to come around, waiting until the person who looks up to you is deeply wounded to finally turn around - that's the same arc Officer Stacy goes through.

And we're not supposed to clap for him. It's lovely, but he doesn't get an award. And neither does Peter, not at all.

Maybe if had helped Miles escape in that moment. Maybe if he was Gwen's mentor or he housed her.

But as far as we know he spent those months of Gwen in the Society doing fuck all. We've seen no sign of his contribution anywhere.

And in a story about mentorship, that says something.

Anyway. This is long. Again fiosfgihrgirturetuier I'm SORRY

Once again, Fuck Peter B. All my Hobies hate Peter B. (not a typo)

He's worse than Jess.

And he's not worse than Miguel but I like Miguel more and it's not because of the ass that's just a bonus Miguel is cool (but also very wrong. but like personality wise we're cool).

Ummm I feel like I got off track here. Oh well!!

Damn he be doing Miles dirty. SMH

Bye.

#Gwen Stacy #Peter Parker #Jessica Drew #Miles Morales #Miguel O'hara #miguel o hara #spiderman #atsv #marvel #spider man #across the spiderverse #across the spider verse #atsv analysis #peter B Parker #no proofread

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lukweer · 10 months

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ok so like there are two parts of me, right? well there are a lot of parts but english is hurting me right now and my head isn't working so you will make due/do(?)

anyways one part is like: my sense for gay people is strong, i think i know which f1 drivers are gay and i am confident in my answers

but the other part is like: its wrong to speculate sexuality because if people havent come out then they either aren't ready to be out or aren't gay, but at the same time this generation is moving away from the construct of coming out so like... idk.

today the first part is stronger, though, so i want to share my speculations because everyone in the states only watches nascar and is a hick and i'm scared of them. they also do not like my italian accent :(

1. Max Verstappen

come on guys, any gay person could tell u he's probably bi. i mean he doesn't even try to hide it, u know? like there are compilations of him being fruity. and they are shockingly long.

he's mentioned using grindr, he's mentioned girls OR guys when talking about dating preferences, the whole thing with the freaking lei (i think thats how it is spelled, the hawaiian thing? the flower necklace?). the list goes on and on.

he's had girlfriends, and i'm pretty sure they weren't beards but i'm not sure. i'm leaning towards bi tho for this reason.

even if he isn't bi or gay or pan or whatever, he's at least incredibly comfortable with queerness and is probably a really cool dude. annoying when i'm watching the sunday races, but love him the rest of the time!

2. Lando Norris

lando is a bit more subtle with it (as are the other ppl in the list). emphasis on a bit, though.

unless you live under a rock, you've probably seen this gif:

this has called many aboard the lando is a little fruitcake train. what people don't realise is that he "eye fucks" or like... stares lovingly a lot.

other examples include:

staring lovingly at carlos sainz

checking out charles leclerc (kind of? i think he is checking him out)

staring lovingly at carloz sainz

this weird ass moment with, you guessed it, carloz sainz

there are a lot of these photos and clips out there, but i'm lazy and don't feel like looking for them so yeah. take my word for it.

i saw a post saying that if carlos and lando pulled up to the paddock holding hands and telling people they were dating they wouldn't be shocked. i agree with this statement entirely. as was stated, it takes a lot to get to that point, and we're at that point.

now i grew up a gay dude to a conservative family, and i know the little mannerisms that are like... a part of being gay? and i know what it looks like to hide them.

i do not know if this is the right way to say it or if it is politically correct, but i believe it to be true. gay men tend to have little mannerisms here and there that give us away a bit, and i think i've seen some of those in lando.

i don't think i will share them though, as i don't want to accidentally push harmful stereotypes or whatever. obviously not all gay men have gay mannerisms and it might be something lando is insecure about so i would rather not put them on blast.

if it's not a bad thing i may come back and edit this and add them in. idk, let me know i guess? i am still learning american customs.

3. Yuki Tsunoda

this is probably going to be the shortest section (ha).

yuki mostly just makes my radar go off. i don't consume alphatauri content as much, but i know there was a thing with him and pierre that was just crazy last year and the year prior. don't know as much about it as i should haha.

but yeah. yuki just sends my radar into the astral plane (is that a thing? i am doubting myself). if he is not at least bisexual i will eat my own foot.

maybe that one moment between him and michael italiano has just gotten to me, i don't know. i trust in my instincts though.

Honourable Mentions

4. Danny Ric

idk he just gives the vibe! i don't know how to explain my radar. gay people know. i think it is called gaydar.

DR is on it.

5. Carlos Sainz

he is probably on my gaydar the least, but he's still on there. latest vlog he gently combed his finger through ruperts hair. he's probably deeply in love with lando. just little things like that i guess!

6. Oscar Piastri

this may be wishful thinking. i sit in bed at night and pray that he is into men.

that is all! thank you for learning about fruity drivers with me! please do not cancel me if i am doing something politically incorrect! i am still learning!

#f1 #formula 1 #max verstappen #lando norris #yuki tsunoda #daniel ricciardo #danny ric #carlos sainz #carlando #oscar piastri #lgbtq

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herrscherrofyatta · 2 years

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Let you break my heart again

Tighnari x reader x Albedo

angst, no gender/pronouns are used to describe reader (if there is one I probably missed it!!)

summary: you finally come back to Sumeru with Albedo for other reasons and meet up with Collei

a/n: sorry for taking so long with this

Collei jumped for joy when she finally finished reading the letter delivered to her by a small bird that seem to poof into thin air as soon as she grabbed the letter attached to it.

'To my dearest Collei,'

She gets ready to start the day, closing the window that she let the small bird get into her hut, it had been letting out quiet chirping until she woke up.

'i'm sorry for disappearing out of no where, if I had known I would leave Sumeru out of the blue, I would have definitely informed you before hand.'

Stepping out, she heads out to where the rest of the forest rangers are gathered, waiting for their assigned patrols and partners. Getting them, after waiting for about 30 minutes, Tighnari finally shows and Collei stares at him.

'I'm sure Tighnari must have informed you of my resignment as a forest watcher or you found the letter I wrote to him.'

Her eyes linger on him as he briefly talks to them about what to do today.

She thinks back the discovery that happened a month ago, he figured out he was in love Y/n long after they left.

Collei just couldn't believe that Y/n had left for Mondstadt and it seems like they found a place there.

'Don't bother telling him that I sent this letter to you, I think it's best if he stays in the dark a bit longer.'

She thinks it truly is bad timing, with Tighnari realizing he was in love while Y/n leaving Sumeru and meeting new people.

"Collei, you're with me today."

Those thoughts are cleared from her mind the moment she hears Tighnari's voice calling for her.

"Coming!" She runs over to him.

"Alright, is everyone clear on what to do today?"

He asks everyone. "Good, stay clear of any unmarked withering zones and stay safe out there. Collei, let's go."

They walk along the route and everything seem well, after a few hours of scouting and helping lost people from the city, Collei is munching on a snack when she looks at him.

'anyways, I met someone whose very interesting. His name is Albedo, an Alchemist who lives on the snowy mountains of Mondstadt and he's a part of the Knights of Favonious just like Amber.'

"Master," Tighnari looks at her, "have you found anything about Y/n could be?"

His eyes briefly cast downwards, "no, they're parents haven't heard thing as well. I've done some poking around, seems like the traveler was last seen talking with them."

He sighs, "I just wants things to be back how they were," he admits.

'Collei, to be completely honest.... I don't think I'm coming back to Sumeru.'

Suddenly, a flash of yellow is seen from a area a good distance from them. Tighnari immediately became alerted.

—

"Fascinating," Albedo mumbles, watching as you begin to cleanse this specific withering zone.

A flash of yellow scattered over the area as you let out a sigh, feeling a bit light headed but over all good.

"This time, it was faster." You tell him as you two stood up, the grass beneath glowing it's healthy green. "Normally..I wouldn't be allowed to step inside a zone and my cleansing would take a couple hours at best."

The training with Albedo had already improved many things about you that never seemed possible.

Albedo wanted to head to the city in hopes of receiving your family's books of advance cleansing as he said that people of Mondstadt could not give you any more guidance to this point, since you already mastered what they taught you.

"Looks like the hard work you put in, is paying off," you smile at him before a flock of bird fly off in the distance and you quickly gather your things.

"We must keep moving, if any forest watcher find us, we won't be able to go anywhere for a couple of days."

Albedo nods his head, "right, we can't be found just yet." He says in a playful tone as the two of you begin to the run in the opposite direction.

Barely sparing a few minutes as Tighnari and Collei show up right where you two were just at.

The black haired male looks around before spotting a small area of the grass bent a bit, kneeling down, he tries to find anything else.

Collei begins to wonder around and at some point, she recognizes the area. "Master Tighnari," she calls out to him and he doesn't respond but his ear twitches so she knows he's listening.

"This area used to be a withering zone," this catches his attention as he looks up from the patch of grass.

She points a tree where a small craved is seen. "Y/n used to carved a little drawing of themselves to show that this would be the area they would take care of," she explains, watching as he stands up and walks up to the tree.

His fingers trace on the scratches, the drawing on it barely visible now, "someone is marking them off."

He remembers coming across a few of them in the past but never knew they were made by Y/n.

Then, he picks up the distant sounds of footsteps but it sounded like they were a good distance from them. "The culprits must have already fled the area." He says, sighing in frustration.

—

Albedo watches quietly as your mother cupped your face in her hands, exclaiming in panic with horror written all over her face.

"Who hurt my beautiful Y/n!?"

Your father just sighs, he's inside the house as your mother looks back at your father, "honey!? Someone ruined my dear Y/n's face with bruises!?"

He hears a grunt come from you as your mother practically drags you inside, her hands still on your face, it seems like she has yet to notice him.

"..I'm...shine.." you say, your voice a bit muffled since your face was being squished by her hands.

Your mother simply shakes her head, "we have to get you patched up right away, the suitor we picked for you will come visit now that you've come back."

Albedo stops the door from closing with his leg, clearing his throat to get your mother's attention. She freezes as she look past you, her hands immediately drop from your face.

"Who are you?" She says in a stern voice as she pushes you behind her, you groan at her protectiveness.

Albedo clears his throat, extending his hand to her, "My name is Albedo, an alchemist from Mondstadt." He briefly introduces himself.

Your mother doesn't budge from her spot, her arms crossed over her chest as she stares him down.

"Mom, this is who I was with for the last month after leaving my position as a forest ranger." You nervously say.

"..." She continues to look at the blonde, not saying a good before you feel your father put his hand on your shoulder.

"M/n, let them come in and explain everything." He says, smiling at you warmly as you let out a sigh of relief as he leads you mother away and to the living room.

Once they were gone, you look at Albedo, "I'm sorry about my mother...she can be a bit protective of me." You say sheepishly, scratching your cheek as Albedo shakes his head.

"No, it's alright. It's good to see your relationship with your parents is good." Your face flushes at this before coughing.

Albedo couldn't help but smirk a bit at this.

"A-anyways, come in. My parents might be willing to give us my family's notes."

You two enter the living room to see your parents sitting on the couch, leaving the other couch in front of them empty, your mother seem to be glaring at Albedo while your father only smiles at you two.

"Sit." Your mother commands and you two comply.

It felt like eternity until your mother finally sighs, "please, just take care of my Y/n. They're my only baby and I want only the best for them."

Your face turns red at this as your eyes dart to Albedo to see his reaction, to your surprise, his face is also flustered a bit.

"Y-you have us all wrong! We came for something else!" You try to clear things up but ended up making things worse as your mother gasp.

"Y/n! What have we told you about moving too quickly in a relationship? You can't get married to someone you've only known for a short amount of time!"

You stand up at this, face so red, "We're not here for your approval, just to get a few things." You shout before running to your room, leaving Albedo with your parents, mumbling under your breath.

Albedo glances back to see both your parents staring at him.

Reaching your old room, you open and close the door behind you. Your room was just how you left it when you left with Tighnari....

Shaking your head, you quickly begin to dig around, back when you were still a student, you often went to the library to copy down any thing that related to your family's practices.

But to your luck, those notes were unreadable and left not finished.

Cursing at the way you thought back then, thinking you would forever be a forest ranger with Tighnari and these notes wouldn't come in handy.

Groaning, you fell on your bed and close your eyes and a memory flashes in your mind.

''Nari, mom said you can sleep over," ah this was probably one the many last ones memories you had calling Tighnari with that nickname you loved so much.

"I told you to stop calling me that, you're not a child anymore."

"Oh...I'm sorry."

You sit up and quickly open your coat before taking off a necklace you love to wear and throwing it somewhere in the room as you plop back down in the comfort of your soft bed.

Sighing, you begin to think a gentle knock is heard, "Y/n, can I come in?" It's Albedo.

You don't say a word, before burying your face in your pillow before sighing.

"Come in." Your voice is muffled as the door opens a second later and Albedo shuts it behind him.

You hear him walk towards you, feeling the side of the bed sink down when he sits down beside you.

"Your room is very you," he starts off, glancing around, some papers scattered on the floor below your desk and he spots some pictures on the wall.

It looked like they were taken during your years as a scholar with a couple of your friends. He can guess from this particular one, you posing for the kamera, a cheeky smile as you hold the peace sign with youe hand while the other one was wrapped around a black haired male who looked rathered annoyed at you.

"Hm, Tighnari would say the complete opposite, always complained at how messy this room was." Albedo looks back at you, seeing how your face scrunch up at the mention of your friend.

"Well, I like it. It reminds me of...well, you."

Your face flushes at this before quickly stuffing your face back in the pillow. God, does he not know how he's making you feel?

Coughing, you sit up, holding the pillow close to your chest.

"Well, I don't think there's anything for us here." You say, sighing, "our trip was all for nothing."

"Actually, I would say it was successful in the end." You look at him, confused before you see your parents standing at the doorway.

Your mother had a smile, although it looked a bit sad, "I know...that you would never let go of our family's ways. Always thought you would see the dangers of it when growing up but it seems like you're more determined then ever." She sighs, "your grandpa's notes are in the attic, please, take them with you back to Mondstadt."

You look at Albedo before you two rush out.

After packing those that seem to be of use, you two were preparing to leave when your mother stopped you at the door.

"Write to us, okay?" You run back to her, wrapping your arms around her as she hugs you back, placing a gently kiss on your head before giving you one last squeeze.

Pulling away, you look at your father before hugging him as well.

"Stay safe out there, okay?" He says as you nod your head.

After bidding the goodbye, you and Albedo leave the city.

"I told your parents everything," your e/c eyes met his, "they were hesitant at first but when I started to explain the potential you had and how determined you were...I guess they finally caved in."

Smiling at this, you stop, feeling like someone was watching you and you quickly look back only to see nothing.

—

Collei was assigned to stay behind that day, take the day off since Tighnari and the others seem to see how tired she was. She was thankfully she got a small break, she has been feeling a bit out of it.

Normally, she would spend the day with Y/n who was stuck doing the paperwork wjil Tighnari was away. So far, she wasn't gotten any letters from them.

She had so many questions for Y/n, was the fight with Tighnari that bad that they refused to take a step into Sumeru and show their face here again?

Sighing, the soft platter of the rain hitting the wood seem to make her feel relax as she was sitting down on a box.

"Collei, someone is looking for you." Her thoughts are broken as she looks back to see another ranger.

"Oh, is it the traveler?'

The ranger shakes his head, "no, the person that's looking for you is wearing a hooded coat."

She perks up at this, "a hooded person?"

He nods his head, "yes, they're at the entrance now."

She stands up, slowly making her way over there and peeks her head out to see two people standing under the rain.

She had no idea who these people were under a shiny gleam catches her attention and her face lights up.

The symbol all the knights wear on their clothes, was imprinted on the coat.

Walking towards them, they seem to spot her as she stops a few feet away from them.

She's quiet.

The people reaches to take off their hood and she's surprised.

"I've been gone for a least a month, did you forget me already?" You joke, smiling down at her as the rain began to soak your hair.

"Y/n?"

You grin at her, "I'm here to take you back to Mondstadt for the festival that starting soon." You inform her, making her even more shocked and surprised.

"Huh?!"

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mrbensonmum · 2 months

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TV Show - Dr. House | House M.D. VII

Unstoppably we are approaching the end of the third season (currently at S3E20, House Training), and I'm wondering, as my memory refuses to reveal, what major event occurs that causes House to reform his team or leads to drastic changes. Yes, I admit, I'm really looking forward to seeing Thirteen (Olivia Wilde) and also Martha M. Masters (Amber Tamblyn), although I think Masters might take a little longer to appear.

It's quite exciting when you've seen everything already, can remember a lot, but a rewatch helps to put all the puzzle pieces back in the right order. Yes, one could think about it, but I enjoy the suspense.

One of the scenes that made me laugh a lot back then has already come up, namely when House compares a patient's body to the German railway system. Back then, the comparison might have been somewhat accurate, and yes, even in the original, he makes the same comparison with the same cities (Berlin & Düsseldorf), but unfortunately, the German trains, whether regional or long-distance, are nowhere near as good and punctual anymore. I've been wondering the whole time if it was like that back then, but no, today it's definitely worse. Just thinking about how many times I got stranded at a train station last year, BIG UFF!

Otherwise, after the Tritter thing, things are moving rather slowly, and I don't think that's a bad thing at all. The highlight, of course, is the romance between Chase and Cameron, although it's almost over by now. I vaguely remember a wedding in the future and maybe even a divorce? No, I'm sure about the wedding, but I don't think there was a divorce. Oh, I also remember the big bus accident involving Wilson's girlfriend. There's a lot more to come!

Speaking of which, I think the dynamic between Wilson and House has changed a lot since the incident with the prescription pad. At first, it seemed like everything was over and they had no future, but now the connection seems stronger than ever. We also saw that in the story with Cuddy, when they both tested each other to see how far they would go. And then just saying "Night House!" "Night Wilson!" to each other, that's a true bromance, ladies and gentlemen! (I know, I'm late to that party!)

But now there's a very heavy episode on, as once again, an important topic is being addressed, one that often unfortunately gets overlooked in every society, Alzheimer's & dementia. Foreman's mother suffers from Alzheimer's, and I know, it really affected me back then because my grandmother died of Alzheimer's, and my mother is showing the first signs of it now. This disease steals the mind first, then the body, and we should talk about it much more and do much more against it. I know what it's like to watch a person lose themselves in the darkness of this disease, and believe me, you wouldn't wish it on anyone. Once again, a topic highlighted by the series and one that should continue to be addressed. I'm currently wondering if House is airing anywhere on regular TV in Germany, but I don't think so at the moment. That should change because yes, it can be fun and enjoyable for about 45 minutes, but it's also a topic of conversation that might find resonance in the workplace or similar institutions, and suddenly a disease is lifted from its obscurity and brought into the real world. THAT'S IMPORTANT! However, there is another important aspect in this episode that must not be overlooked. Doctors make mistakes, and these mistakes can end up being deadly! Of course, nobody wants to talk about it in the real world, and doctors usually don't admit to such things. It's another issue that's hushed up, but the series brings it back to light, brilliantly! Also, the fact that House performs an autopsy afterward for research purposes may seem strange and odd at first, but it's also about finding out where things went wrong. Yes, it's also to stroke one's own ego, but it's also to prevent such things from happening again.

I won't manage to finish the end of the third season today, but there was another remarkable appearance. In the last episode (S3E19, Act your Age), part of the supporting cast of Bones made an appearance. We saw Joel David Moore and Carla Gallo. And in the episode before that (S3E18, Airborne), Pej Vahdat was one of the passengers or Foreman's substitute.

A little thank you to everyone who diligently reads and shares my Dr. House posts. I'm just doing this for fun, but it's cool that it's well-received and my little analyses are being shared. Thank you very much!

#tvshow #house #dr. house #dr house #house md #greg house #gregory house #wilson #james wilson #dr. wilson #alzheimers #dementia #important

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anarchywoofwoof · 4 months

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i'm gonna make this post now and stop delaying because this has been weighing on my mind for the last few weeks.

i want to talk about the presidential election coming up.

i've seen some leftists on here mention they're scared to criticize joe biden because they're afraid it will be exploited by the right.

i've also seen some leftists on here state that they will not vote for genocide joe no matter what, no matter when, no matter how.

let's break down the options in a way that is somewhat objective and then i will make my conclusion. i'd say that i'll try to make this succint... but i'd be lying.

if you care enough to hear my opinion, read on.

barring something absolutely miraculous happen, we will not be transitioning to a state of anarchy, socialism or communism in 2024. therefore, we have reason to believe there will be a presidential election in 2024 between a democrat, a republican, and an unknown number of third party candidates. this is reality. not tumblr's wildest dreams. let's accept that.

if donald trump is on the ballot, he will almost certainly be the republican nominee. in which case, like it or not, the election will be biden - trump - 3rd parties. these are your choices, in addition to abstaining. like it or not.

if donald trump is not on the ballot, it is not clear who the republican nominee will be. if it is nikki haley, she actually stands a fair chance of beating biden. this would be a bad thing. nikki haley is an antiworker fanatic and is not the moderate that she will inevitably be painted as.

if donald trump is on the ballot and you vote for a third party candidate, barring something absolutely miraculous happening, they will lose. i am not being reductionist. i am stating a fact. a third party candidate does not exist today who can gain enough traction in less than a year to win the presidency. it will not happen.

if donald trump is on the ballot and you choose not to vote, there is an extremely high likelihood that donald trump will once again become president and i do not need to tell you how bad that that would be. because he won't let go of the presidency. he will reign as an autocrat to avoid federal charges for his many, many, many crimes. the country will look very different and many of you will (including myself) will be in grave danger immediately.

i am going to pause here to remind you to use your reading comprehension. i am not telling you who to vote for. or who not to vote for. i am telling you the likely outcomes of the actions that you may choose to take. if you are upset right now, take a step back and ask yourself why.

i do not support the ongoing genocide of the Palestinian people and i myself will have to reconcile with the consequences of my actions in November 2024 regardless of what i decide to ultimately do. i have not decided. however, i am a (mostly) cis white male-presenting person in the united states. the privilege afforded to me by this fact is both real and unfortunate. i know that i am not in the same type of danger that others are under the reign of a fascist dictator. i have to ask myself if that is the lens from which i am viewing this issue and is that the most righteous decision for someone who claims to care most about his community?

if you understand the consequences and you choose not to vote or vote third party then that is up to you and i'm not here to stop you. in fact, you should not be persuaded by some fucking guy on tumblr to do anything. form your own opinions. but i have a pretty significant following and i would be irresponsible for not giving this reminder.

i will continue to criticize Joe Biden and the imperialist, colonialist bullshit that i see every single day from his administration. i'll do it publicly here on this blog. but under Trump, there's a very real possibility that this blog wouldn't even be permitted, quite frankly. and i may not be sitting here right now typing this post.

#united states #us politics #politics

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imprettytired · 1 year

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Before this next chapter begins I would like to say something:

I'm sorry about not getting this chapter out sooner. I've been dealing with a lot of mental health issues as well as getting distracted.

Tw: mentions of drugs, self harm, alcohol, arguing, and disordered eating.

Chapter 3:

Mammon walks around, taking in the familiar, yet new environment around him. He's never seen the Devildom in such a beautiful and bright way, albeit a bit blurry.

He tries his best to calm down, to understand that his brothers do in fact love him.

"Hey" he hears someone yell "you're Mammon right?"

Mammon turned, half expecting it was someone that he had borrowed money from and never paid back, but it wasn't.

Mammon's eyes lands on a group of demons, he doesn't feel like counting how many, but he knows that's it's more than one.

"You seem to be enjoying your self right now." He said now pointing at mammon's face.

Mammon didn't understand, was his face different? He begins to touch his face making the group of demons laugh.

"Dude I meant that you look high".

"Oh" Mammon mumbled

"I'm kinda glad I didn't send you home with anything to strong. Don't want your brothers to see ya'" now starting to calm down from his laughing fit.

"It's different from yesterday?" Mammon thought though he had no recollection of the previous night. The confusion must had been evident on his his face as a demon took a step forward.

"I really overestimated what you could handle last night"

"I wasn't that bad, was I?" Mammon asked, worried that he might have done something stupid.

"You kinda just sat on the couch and spaced out, you talked sometimes but nothing you said made any sense"

"Oh." Why didn't Mammon remember this?

They began to part ways but just then Mammon remembered something.

"Wait" the group of demons paused when he said that "do you know whose number this is?"

He showed them the unknown person that texted him earlier. He hadn't realized how sweaty his hands were before then.

"Oh yeah that's mine dude."

"Sorry I guess I forgot to put my name. Here." The demon takes the phone and updates the contacts.

----

Mammon was now on the roof of RAD watching as people began to trickle into the school. He doesn't plan on going to classes today

He thinks back to the events of earlier. Did he actually steal his brothers stuff? He doesn't remember, but he feels like it couldn't have been him. He wouldn't have taken something from everyone, would he?

"You know no one believes you right?" Yeah he knows.

He doesn't even believe himself.

----

Mammon gets home before any of his siblings could make it. Skipping school really helps with that.

He heads straight to his room as he fears that staying outside of it for too long would cause him to be blamed for something else that he didn't do.

Though it seems like that didn't work.

When he enters his room he sees that it was a mess. He doesn't remember leaving the room like this but with how his memory has been who knows.

He sighs, frustrated with himself for letting his room get like this. He begins to clean up.

----

"I don't even know where he could have hid it" he heard Leviathan "I searched through his entire room but there was nothing."

"He probably already sold it Levi" Asmodeous said "I swear he's such an ass."

"I don't know why we keep him around" belphegor added.

That one hurt Mammon alot. He felt his chest tighten, but he tries is hardest not to cry.

It doesn't help that the pills wears off leaving him with a numb feeling he has started to grow accustomed to.

He hated this feeling. He wants to go back to the happiness the pills had gifted him.

While this is cool he doesn't want to get addicted he doesn't worry too much though "this is only my third time" he thought "I can stop at any time. This is just for fun."

The pill, while replacing his sadness, didn't erase his anger. He grabs his wallet and some other things, and exits his room, but not before glancing at the mirror first. He looks like a complete mess.

He had no idea what he was going to say or do but he didn't intend to just leave without telling them something first.

He stopped when he saw his brothers, his breath now quick and shallow. Soon his brothers where looking at him. Mammon points at Leviathan.

"If you" Mammon pauses, trying his best to collect himself "ever enter my room for whatever reason I will beat your ass."

It caught his brothers off guard. Leviathan tries to say something but Mammon stops him.

"Don't speak." Mammon holds his finger up, hand trembling from rage "You're so convinced that I stole something from-"

"Because you did"

"NO I FUCKING DIDN'T LEVI." Mammon takes a step forward watching as his brother quickly takes some steps back.

"Why are you getting this mad to begin with?"

He's right. He usually didn't care. He has no clue why he was so angry, it wasn't about the room, but he says the first thing that pops in his head that would make even some sense.

"Because what you did to my room was disgusting. If you were so convinced that I stole your shit why didn't you find it? Why'd you have to destroy my room-"

"I didn't destroy your room."

"Don't interrupt me again Levi." Mammon is getting angrier. He looked around the room.

Fear

He loves that. They, or at least some of his brothers, are afraid.

He didn't want to hurt his brother. He loved him too much to ever hurt him.

Maybe their afraid he's gonna hurt Leviathan.

Which is valid.

Maybe their afraid Mammon will target them next.

Another valid point.

Or maybe their afraid of him. Just him.

He doesn't know what he looks like at this exact moment, but if it was anything like he saw in the mirror as he was heading out it was probably a complete mess. He didn't even sound the same.

"I swear Levi you better hope that you don't find your shit in your room because if I find out you messed up my room because your irresponsible ass couldn't look for shit properly I don't know what I'm going to do to you."

Mammon stormed out of the house. Slamming the door behind him.

----

Soon he feels no reason to angry, he was back to his happy self.

As Mammon begins to walk around aimlessly, he receives a message:

"Do you want to hang out?"

It was one of the people he had met earlier, although now he's forgot how he has the person's number.

"Sure"

He's sent a location, somewhere on the other side of town that he didn't feel like walking too, so he goes and finds the nearest taxi.

"Hey can you take me somewhere?"

Judging by the look on the demons face, he must have thought Mammon was crazy.

"Where?"

"Home."

"Where is home?"

He paused for a moment, remembering why he left in the first place.

"No where"

"Okay so where do you want to go?"

Mammon took out his phone to pull up the location again but stops as he looks at the new messages from his family group chat, ignoring the recent ones calling him names, he scrolls up a bit to a few hours ago. Many messages where to tell him that he missed the meeting, but he only one stood out to him.

Asmo had sent a picture of him with all the brothers and by the look of it, Mammon assumes it's from today's meeting.

His siblings were in the background doing various things, some not even noticing that their picture was being taken:

But there's was no Mammon.

If Mammon left forever would he truly be missed? It's such ,but for some reason this picture hurt him.

"Sir"

"Sorry sorry I'm so sorry umm" he pulls up the location of his new friends

"Here."

"Okay get in"

Mammon can't help but think about his brothers and how happy they are without him. He hadn't realized it, but even in his incredibly happy state he was still crying. It was a painful feeling but that wasn't the worst part, it wasn't even close to it.

The worst part for him is:

He's happy that they're happy without him.

----

He hands the driver some money, then stumbles out of the taxi. "Was there even taxi's in the devildom?" Mammon thinks. He turns to check,

But it had already left.

Mammon's eyes fall upon an old house that, if wasn't abandoned already, really should have been.

The decrepit house has had shattered windows, an uncared-for front yard, and graffiti tags all over the exterior of things to blurry for Mammon to make out.

It was probably what Diavolo had been picturing during one of his plans to have some of the abandoned houses in the devildom tore down a few weeks back.

The front door that was barely on its hinges flew open.

"Hey Mammon"

"You don't live here right?" Was the first thing to fly out of Mammon's mouth

"What? No. Dude who would live here? It's just somewhere to hang out"

Mammon opens his mouth, trying to get out an apology, but his mouth was too dry.

"Come on." The demon gestured to Mammon while walking further into the house.

Mammon walks up, careful as to not trip over any weeds or step on any sharp objects and enters the house.

Although the inside was in rough shape it wasn't nearly as bad as the front.

----

"Sooooo Mammon?" Mammon popped his head up from whatever he was drinking. He thinks it might be alcohol but he's not sure.

He was in the living room area of the house. Everyone was in random places in the room, Mammon sitting on a pillow on the floor as his new friends deemed it as the "best part of the house"

"Hmm?"

"Tell me something?"

"Ummm okay. What does cheese say when it gets it's picture taken?"

The room went silent. Then gradually everyone begins to laugh hard.

"Mammon your such an idiot" was said before the person began to start crying from laughing so hard.

This felt normal. Being surrounded by people who don't hate him. What would usually be insulting spat at him just became banter.

He was happy.

But he knows it can never last forever. Soon everyone calmed down.

"Hey Mammon there's something I need to tell you."

"What?" Mammon smiles expecting for another cringey joke to be told.

But there isn't.

"It's about the pills you've been taking."

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Observations on ep 11:

I missed some details last week, so I'm going to try to be more observant today...let's see how I go.

Move on? 😦 Move in?! 😲

Loving the YOLO shirt 😂 I know it's the name of the bar but still...

YO SPITTING TRUTHS 😂😭 "I think my chances of winning the first prize lottery are greater than having an ideal boyfriend". I feel so called out...

Has anyone mentioned the iconic couple shirts that Yo and Plug are wearing in the credits?!

Also, I need more April in the show. (And hello, Nonnie's tattoo!)

Yeah, I stand by what I said to @grapejuicegay in our dms -> Mew does not love Top anymore. If he thinks he does it's more that he's in love with the potential of what they had...but that's all but destroyed. Mew (and Top...and Boeing tbf) need to move on (Ah! The ep title!), I bet they won't though.

I need Dan to be happy... Where's Poppy? I need him to come in and sweep Dan off his feet.

Hello Meen! 🔥 She's gorgeous and so young. Oh oh! Dan could meet her and have a noona romance!

Khaotung Thanawat what the fuck is your face (I will forever think this when he cries, thanks kk!)

Sorry to lay down some facts but you can't guarantee that anyone will stay with you after 3 months, 6 months, or a year. It doesn't matter what you've been through together, this is something you can never predict. And so that can't be the reason for not being with someone - and this goes for Yo as well as Boeing/Mew, because Yo was afraid that Plug wouldn't stick around.

And therefore, that's the correct question Mew - "Can I trust you, Boeing?" And it's not really about trust. It's about making a choice every day to be with that person regardless of what the future might hold.

Boston, Nick, and that random extra basically did that meme 😂

ANOTHER ONE FOR THE KISSING CHARTS!!

But also, I'm loving flirtatious confident sexy Nick. Such a development from when he met Boston.

MVP NICK!!

Oh so many parallels are paralleling this ep. Boston telling Atom he can't fall in love 'just because he's the first man he slept with'...which is what Nick realises he did... Oh DELICIOUS.

I'm glad we got an explicit 'no one person can turn you gay, it's just who you are and always have been'. A+ show, A+.

Poor Atom, but I think he got enough comeuppance. Well done Nick, really.

Sand is cute with the kids but I have to just say this kind of teasing/fabricated truths messed me up as a kid. Why can we just say what really happens rather than make up a lie to make kids do what they should do? Maybe I was too impressionable (or gullible) but I used to freak out at anything that could have been bad for me if someone told me it was 'dangerous'. Anyway, back to the show...

Top what are you doing there?! You've not been invi-

IS. THAT. THE. STRIPY. LININ. SHIRT?!

Hold on.... *wheezing* I can't... I... That's nine people now, NINE, who have worn this shirt. And how has no one tagged me about it yet?!

Wait no, I'm not over it yet. I can't believe that fucking shirt has shown up again. I can't deal with it.

Yes, Top, yes I do... Because it means Top and Mew have matching couple shirts...much like Kawi and Pisaeng. smh

Ok, back to the show proper. Mew, you know you have not given Top a chance. And he's right to walk away.

What is Boeing's agenda??

Ok, I see you black and white vests...with the heart of the bed frame between you...

Yes, Force. That's what I want to see. Love the vulnerability.

If I had a nickel and all that... Another couple talking about travelling the world together.

Oh I have totally seen this t-shirt before. But dammit I don't recall where. HIVE MIND ASSEMBLE!

(And now I'm questioning if I've seen Nick's shirt somewhere as well... I take back what I said earlier, I want to be less observant).

Look, I've moved in with partners two times in my life with the main reason being 'it'll be cheaper/I'll save on the rent' and I can categorically say that I don't think its a good idea. MEW, DON'T. Move in because you want to, not because it's cheaper.

What in the Mew/Top/Boeing storyline is happening with the Ray/Sand/Boeing plot?! More parallels. Boeing is like the little leprechaun who wheedles his way into other people's relationships, casting a magic spell on one to stir shit up for the other.

Why is Ray doing this? Why is he so jealous? And did he just drink alcohol even though he's in rehab? Oh! Is he finally going to get the threesome he's been asking for?! 😂

Well...going by the preview for ep 12, I don't think so. But his jealousy escalated worryingly quick 🤔

Even though not as brilliant as last week, this show is still fantastic. However, I just can't get over how the Thai Communal Wardrobe is upstaging everything for me 😂

#only friends #only friends the series #ofts #ofts ep 11 #I'm still wheezing #THAT STRIPY LININ SHIRT THOUGH #what brand is it?!#the shirts are either dirt cheap #or the company paid big bucks for it to be used so much #sorry to keep going on about it I guess...#but blame the production companies not me #khaotung thanawat what the fuck is your face

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