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iamanartichoke · 3 years

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I completely agree with your post about Tom. People’s entitlement over their favourite celebrities goes to far. And tbh I really hate when fans act like they know for sure how he feels and what he’s thinking based on very ambiguous “evidence”. This is usually done so people can align Tom’s views with their own which requires most of the time someone else to be villanised. What I mean is that fans have no actual proof that the writers, producers and director of Loki are bad people and that Tom is unhappy with the directions the show took. There is usually nothing to be inferred about who these people are beyond their merits as professionals. But fans present their assumptions as facts anyway and that has evolved into actual harassment of the production team. All the while piggybacking on this idea that Tom thinks exactly what like them. And I am saying this as someone who hated TR and thinks Loki was deliberately made weaker/less important so Thor could shine more. And someone who hates pretty much all of Mike Waldron’s previous work on Rick and Morty. But is still feels very presumptuous to act like these people deliberate compromised the their own work because they hate Loki and his fans. And that they are filled with every prejudice know to man. And it’s also very demeaning to victimise Tom in the process. Of course some of the people involved suck but most of the time these assumptions have no basis whatsoever. And there is also an over-identification going on between some fans and Tom which isn’t healthy for anybody.

Sorry it took me several days to get to this, anon. It took me a minute to get my thoughts in order. But in a nutshell, yeah, I agree with a lot of the things you pointed out here - especially with fans acting like they know for a fact what he's thinking or feeling.

Under the cut for length and a bit of wank and disagreement w/ the "Marvel hates Loki" discourse so please skip if you don't want to see it.

A lot of the Loki series wank is rooted in whether or not Tom actually likes the series and significantly contributed to it, or if he's just saying what he has to say for publicity and his ideas and contributions were largely ignored. None of us will ever know for sure, bc none of us are Tom and none of us were directly involved in the series, so it's moot speculation, really. But it seems to basically come down to people trying to reconcile their feelings about the show with their feelings about Tom.

I don't necessarily think there's anything wrong with believing that Tom's hands were tied to an extent and/or he just says things that he has to for promotion, but I also don't think that it should be treated as fact and then used as, like, ammunition against other people working on the show. I personally have not seen anyone I know or am friendly with taking their complaints to the level of harassment of actual people irl (that seems to be more of a twitter thing, as far as I can tell, and imo comes from an entirely different place than just hating the show [I think there's an inherent meanness in people whose instincts are to harass and bully bc they want to actively make others feel like shit]) but I do see it posted as fact, time and time again, that the showrunners had a personal vendetta against Loki and were intent on making the series as bad as possible, and that Tom was helpless to do anything about it.

Which I get, in a way, bc I personally believe that the Russos had, if not a vendetta, an active dislike of Loki and a vested interest in getting him "out of the way" in a manner that would make him look pathetic in IW - but, I certainly can't say that's the case for sure, and I also think it's a little different bc Tom's contractual obligations for his film appearances were likely very different than what he (and/or his people) negotiated for the show.

That's neither here nor there but my point is, I can understand where the theories come from but I just don't think that's the case here, and seeing it so often makes me feel kinda uncomfortable (for a lot of reasons but also) bc, imo, it undermines Tom's autonomy for fans to act as if he's little more than a puppet on a string, just saying whatever he has to say to please the powers that be. Like, yes, there are legally binding contracts that probably limit how candid he can be, and we all know that he sugarcoats things and never says anything bad about anyone, which can make him seem like a bit of an "unreliable narrator" when he gushes about the show -

- but, he's also a big name celeb (I mean, the studio has always banked on his name being attached to the project bc he's the one who would draw in the most viewers). He's got clout (is that the right word?) to back him up - they wanted him, specifically, to play Loki in this series. Without Tom, there's no show. So why would they want to alienate him, silence him, or dismiss him when he comes to the table and says "here are my ideas"?

My point is, it's unfair and, yes, demeaning to act as if Tom is this voiceless, powerless victim who has no choice but to act in a series he hated that was purposefully trying to destroy his character, and then to turn around and mindlessly sing its praises while promoting it.

I think that the truth is somewhere in the middle - Tom's creative control was likely limited bc he wasn't the director and wasn't the showrunner or head writer, and no one person is ever completely in control when it comes to the end result that we, the audience, end up seeing on the screen anyway. He may not have been entirely happy with every writing or directing choice that was made. But it's also very unlikely that he had no say at all or that any input he had was dismissed (or 95% of it, as it were); again, the series is banking on his name being the draw and he has the advantage of being an authority on Loki while also being intelligent and eloquent enough to convey his perspective on the character. I think that the real issue is that Tom's current perspective and/or interpretation of Loki no longer aligns with his interpretation of OG Loki from 2011-13. Which is, admittedly, a very hard pill to swallow.

Anyway, this may have veered off in another direction and idek if you wanted this answered or to have a conversation or maybe you were just venting - but, here we are.

To make it less about Loki specifically and more about Tom in general, though, yeah, ultimately I just wish his fans wouldn't feel so entitled toward him and his opinions, or his career choices, or his love life, or his clothes. I was browsing one of the Tom ask blogs (or maybe it was a Zawe one, I don't remember now) the other day and I find it really creepy, for lack of a better word, at how invested people are in Tom's, like, day-to-day whereabouts. Someone saw him at a restaurant in NYC - I wonder if he's still there today? Where's he staying? Is he there as a tourist or for work reasons? Who could he be meeting with in New York? A producer? Another play? Will he host SNL? Is Zawe still with him or did she go back to London? etc etc like, it really goes back to my original point in my original post which is, basically, who caaaaaaaares, why are you investing so much of your day trying to figure out what Tom is doing with his?

Now I'm just venting, but yeah ... shit's weird.

#asks #a nonny mouse #charlotte replies #tom hiddleston is my favorite unicorn #disclaimer - i know a lot of my mutuals feel this way about tom and my disagreement with those takes is not meant as a personal attack #but again if my opinions hurt your feelings or make you feel like you can't trust me #please just unfollow so i don't have to keep feeling the need to apologize all over the place #for shit i post on my own blog #long post

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i-miss-my-90gb · 3 years

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I followed you for Eddsworld content and the fact that Matt Underrateddoormatt wouldn't stop gushing about you :) And then I made the past about stealing your blood and we became friends, so I am legally obligated to continue following you 💜

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Omg ,,,,,I REMEMBER THAT POST threatening......an amazing way to start a friendship :'3 💛

#matt gay #asks #shesahershey

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eternalgirlscout · 4 years

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a while back @lesbians4sokka (i think? sorry for @ing you if i’m thinking of a different blog) asked me to share my thoughts about The Rise of Kyoshi, and seeing as i just finished the book last night (because i am a monster who gets most of the way through a book and thinks “if i keep reading it’ll be over i can’t have that”) i’m finally doing it now!

this got long as hell OOPS

spoilers under the cut

I want to talk about vengeance and justice in this novel.

back when I was only maybe a third of the way through it, i said on twitter that i was excited to see an avatar with an “opposite moral trajectory” to aang; in AtLA, aang has to learn to value justice over conflict avoidance, whereas RoK’s kyoshi has to prioritize justice over revenge. they come to similar conclusions from wildly different starting points. now that i’ve finished the book, i can’t decide how much i stand by that assessment. it feels reductive--which is a testament to the strength of F.C. Yee’s storytelling. while yes, aang and kyoshi both learn a great deal about justice, they act justly in very different ways.

aang, for reasons i like and appreciate from storytelling, ethical, and characterization perspectives (if you haven’t read my The Lion Turtle Is Good, Actually manifesto, you are legally obligated to do so now) has a strict rule about how he enacts justice that aligns with his beliefs and duties to the legacy of the air nomads. rather than killing people who abuse power to oppress others, he takes away the mechanism by which they accomplish violence--namely, their bending. in LoK we see that he continues to use this ability as an alternative to taking a life for at least most of his career as the avatar when he takes yakone’s bending.

kyoshi, on the other hand, has a very different philosophical development and ultimate approach to justice. her last conversation with lao ge summarizes the conflict between the mode of justice that works for aang (though obviously AtLA takes place chronologically after RoK, the novel is well aware that the reader has almost certainly seen the series first and takes ideas and details from it to flesh out the world, which i think is another strength of Yee’s) and the mode of justice she creates for herself.

“I feel... inconsistent. Unfair. Like I should have either killed them both or let them both live.”

...

“If you had a strict rule, maybe, to always show mercy or always punish, you could use it as a shield to protect your spirit. But that would be distancing yourself from your duty. Determining the fates of others on a case-by-case basis, considering the infinite combinations of circumstance, will wear on you like rain on the mountain... You will never be perfectly fair, and you will never be truly correct,” Lao Ge said. “This is your burden.” (405)

the stark difference between aang’s philosophical background and kyoshi’s leads them to very different outcomes with regard to their choices as the avatar. yes, aang makes decisions on a case-by-case basis as well, but he is not interested in retribution as much as restoration and has a line he will not cross. i could argue that kyoshi sees the two (retribution, restoration) as inextricable in the pursuit of justice.

but what about vengeance?

kyoshi’s hatred of her parents wears away over the course of the novel, but her need to enact revenge on jianzhu only becomes more urgent. she is not universally vengeful, but she does not let go of revenge as a goal until she has it... sort of.

speaking of which, i fucking screamed when yun showed up again. i had a feeling we hadn’t seen the last of him, but the timing of his appearance and the change in him hit me like a lightning bolt. sorry, i have to gush for a second about how interested i am in what’s up with him. i am a sucker for a literal dead boy walking, for someone who has been turned into something Other by forces outside their control, and no matter what kyoshi ends up having to do to deal with him, i know i’m going to go feral for it. this is a Yun Stan Account until further notice.

anyway. it’s fascinating that kyoshi doesn’t actually get her revenge per se. yun does. he avenges himself, and it (likely) only causes more problems for kyoshi. and i think the distinction between vengeance and justice is quite wonderfully articulated afterwards:

How could such a container [as Jianzhu’s body] have held the volume of her anguish, her wrath? If any feeling at all pressed through the numbness... it was the ire of a hoodwinked child who’d been promised the end of her bedtime story only to see the candle-lights snuffed and the door slam shut. She was a girl alone in the dark. (430)

she gets the outcome she wanted: jianzhu dead. but her path to him “simply ended.” she has pragmatic advantages now that he’s out of the way--freedom, for one thing, and rangi’s safety, but those weren’t the things that drove her to want her revenge. there is a hollowness to it, a lack of catharsis. revenge is about the self, not the other.

and selfhood is something else kyoshi gives up.

one of the most striking lines in this novel appears when she walks into the tea house to meet jianzhu. at this point, kyoshi has assembled a motley outfit of expensive armor, theater costume pieces, battle accessories, outlaw facepaint, and bending aids for the heretical air nomad. she looks fucking weird. she’s like a video game PC wearing all the highest-stat armor she could loot from random dungeons and none of it matches. literally an assemblage of the places she’s been and the people who have helped her.

This was who she was now. This was her skin. This was her face. (418)

as the avatar, kyoshi has to be a symbol more than a person, even though she is fundamentally a human being as fallible as anyone else. the people who hear of her defeat of xu think she’s a spirit or a dragon in human disguise--regardless of what kyoshi wants and who she is, the world expects her to be something More. so, she gets dressed up and gives them what they need to see.

watching that transformation over the course of one novel is incredible. the path from the girl she is at the start of the novel to the woman we see advise aang that only justice will bring peace is far from over, but the trajectory is more than established. i’m really excited to see what Yee brings to another novel. kyoshi is just getting started.

some other miscellaneous thoughts:

i loved the choice to have a YA writer write this novel. not just for the obvious reason that Avatar is a franchise primarily for kids and teens, but because a lot of the common stylistic elements in YA fiction serve this story incredibly well. (by no means are any of these universal, of course; YA is a broad category of literature with huge stylistic and generic diversity, but in general it has these strengths.) the third person limited pov that switches between various characters gives a vital breadth to the story. there are a lot of moving pieces, and being able to see most of them in real time cuts back on exposition and heightens tension when you can watch their collision course. the focus on the given pov character’s interiority is put to incredible use, especially on the occasions when kyoshi enters the avatar state--and when it’s revealed that jianzhu hides things from even the reader, it becomes all the more staggering what a cunning bastard he is (jianzhu hate blog right here). kyoshi’s blushy crush on yun and even blushier crush on rangi are so good and are woven naturally into the story (bi fuckin rights babey!). that’s a teen with a big heart right there. also, fun swerve to the love triangle trope to get one of the love interests eaten by a spirit a few chapters in! his mind...

the part where kyoshi runs through a stone wall and leaves a kyoshi-shaped hole had me rolling, not just because i was impressed by how well that visual gag worked in prose but also because i can’t believe neither (to my memory) AtLA nor LoK pulled that.

HIDDEN PASSAGE... HIDDEN PASSAGE... THROUGH THE MOUNTAINS...

again i say: bi fucking RIGHTS

and i guess that’s all. stay tuned for the masterpost of Rise of Kyoshi memes i made as i read the book because i have a whole folder of them

#rise of kyoshi #Avatar!verse #meta #more or less. mostly just rambling #do not expect formal coherency from this i just got excited #liked the ending a lot! liked the characters! liked it as a piece of avatar lore!

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aaetherius · 3 years

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ANYWAY, Faf!! We haven’t spoken too much ooc (but I vividly remember when I first read your rules because gosh as someone else with ADHD I personally felt them in my entire soul hfdlhgfd), but the times we have you’ve been super sweet and fun to talk to! I hope you’re feeling more comfortable in the GBF community now, and that you’re having a good time here! Plus I do see you in the server even though I don’t talk in it at all I do; however, lurk sometimes and you always seem very down to earth in it, and are really good at keeping things chill/in control and making sure people are comfy! I don’t know how to describe it exactly, but you across as very mature (so while I’ve seen you be silly in the chat, you have a good sense of when you need to put your foot down) and it’s very easy to respect you as a person as a result! Plus, you have so much love for animals and care about them so much and rescued them for a bit!! That’s always a sign of a good and wonderful person! You deserve good things coming your way for all of the animals you’ve helped, and I love you for loving them even if I don’t know you too well at the moment!

And your writing is beautiful! Belial is a really difficult character to write and understand, but you nail his personality and manner of speech! Your style suits him super well, and you’ve mastered the art of picking out the perfect words to make your writing come off as sensual (Am I allowed to say that? Is that a thing I can say?) in a way that really him come to life in your posts and makes the reader/me get that distinctly uneasy vibe Belial has in general that radiates from him in the games themselves (I mean this in a good way haha - Belial almost always comes off in this vaguely threatening/uncomfortable and very unpredictable manner in game, and you’re spot on with that feeling you’ve got it down perfectly in your posts). I look forward to getting to write with you more in the future, as well! And your artwork is also lovely from the few pieces I’ve seen! I love the way you ink things!

#malefacere #| ☩ Cradled within the gentle breeze ☩ (ask) |#| ☩ Out of Time (OOC) ☩ |#{ You're delight on my dash and come off as a really sweet person! }#{ I wish you many snake cuddles and a good year!! }

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n8thegr8 · 3 years

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My Avengers Academy Chapter 2: And Along Came a Spider

“This. Is. So. Cool!” Peter couldn’t believe what he was seeing. The lobby of Avengers Tower looked like something out of Star Wars, but it still had that Stark Industries feel to it. Holographic images of Tony Stark played welcoming whoever walked through the door. The floor was gold stained marble, and Peter could see his own reflection. They probably deep wash this floor every night! He saw multiple strangers littered across the entire room: business people, the media, some students, and even some pro heroes.

“Oh my God, Ant Man is literally twenty yards away from me,” Peter mumbled, absolutely star struck.

“Jeez dude, you ‘aight? You seem really uh…” Pietro trailed off.

“Eager, to say the least,” Wanda cut off Pietro. She planted her hand on Peter's shoulder and almost flinched; he was shaking and quivering. To be fair, that wasn't necessarily a bad thing, considering how excited he must be. He was excited. Wanda would describe Peter as a young child being brought to his favorite toy store. She knew how important this was to him;it was important to her as well. She wanted to be a hero who could magically whisk away people’s problems. If Wanda couldn’t do that, then she wanted to help as much as she could.

“I know how excited you are, but keep it down a level or two. We can talk about all this...” Wanda’s gaze scanned the giant room, “...really,'' her journey stopped when she saw golden statues of Captain America, Iron Man, Thor, The Hulk, the first Ant Man, andThe Wasp respectively. They weren’t massive, which allowed for them to be placed near the enterence to the staff and student only elevator. “...cool,” her gaze wandered over to see a rather attractive man in a blue uniform with a red flowing cape. “Oh my God, it’s Doctor Strange.”

“Oh my God, he’s right there.” Peter pulled out his hero notebook.

“Oh my God, he really is.” Pietro’s eyes widened in disbelief.

“Oh my God, shut up,” a fourth voice spoke up.

The trio turned their heads to see Flash. His face was plastered with a smug grin. Pietro stood forward, pushing Peter and Wanda behind him.

“Oh please, Eugene. You wanna get into Avengers Academy too,” Pietro spat back, “You gotta be a little excited, right? Or is that impossible for someone with a cold dead heart?”

“Tch.” Flash put his hands in his pockets and walked past Peter and Wanda. Pietro mimicked his movements, effectively acting as a wall between the two and Flash. Flash looked at Peter, “How’s the hand, wall-crawler?”

Peter closed his eyes and took a deep breath. His eyes opened back up and he pointed to Flash’s arm. “J-just fine. How’s that bruise on your arm?”

Flash’s eyes widened and lifted his left arm to inspect it. What he found was right under his short sleeve; a dark red bruise. He put his arm down and glared at Peter with a ferocious intensity. “You should get better material, Parker,” he growled, “Whatchya lookin’ at me so much, huh? Peekin’ out from the cracked closet door?”

“Enough.” The four turned once again to see their chaperone towering over them. “If you four aren’t on your best behavior, believe me, I will personally see that each one of you is punished. Got that?”

“Yes, sir…” all four replied.

Peter watched as the chaperone walked away. Yeah, just ignore the casual bullying, nothing to see here. Peter groaned in annoyance.

Flash sighed and started his walk towards the main group, bumping his shoulder with Pietro as he did. “I’ll catch you later, Wall-Crawler.”

Peter felt so helpless when he called him that. It just reminded him of that day.

“Jeez Peter, you’re so weak!” a young Flash Thompson said while on top of a wall.

Peter glanced towards the ground in embarrassment. He has been trying to climb the wall for the past ten minutes, but he kept falling. “I can’t do it, Eugene! I-it’s too, um… slippery!”

Flash rolled his eyes. “Stop making excuses, Peter! Come on!”

Peter’s mind raced as he looked upon the wall again. It towered over him, making him feel so small. He couldn’t do this there’s nothing to grab on to. “F-Flash, I’m just gonna go around.”

“Ugh Peter, don’t be such a sissy.”

“That’s not a nice word,” Peter muttered.

“Come on! Just do it!”

Peter winced at Flash’s command. Why couldn’t Flash just let him go around? Peter couldn’t climb it; it’s too steep and slippery. He’ll just fall again. He didn’t want to make Flash mad, but no matter what, Peter just couldn’t climb it.

“Hey! What are you doing you wimp?!”

Peter snapped back into reality and noticed that Flash was gone. W...where did he go? he thought.

A scream deafened Peter’s ears. “Flash?!” Peter called out for his friend.

“Stop! Stop please!” the screaming continued, “Daddy! Help me!” the screaming was coming from the other side of the wall.

Peter didn’t think when he heard those screams. He vaulted himself onto the wall and started to climb. Digging his fingers into the cracks, pushing up off the ledges under his feet, reaching for the deformities to climb up. “Flash, I’m on my way!” He got to the top and then looked down behind him. He… he did it! He climbed the wall. “I… I did it.”

“Hey, Peter-“

“-are you okay?” Wanda’s voice suddenly entered the picture, and Peter jolted out of his dreamlike state. No longer was he at a park in the year 2021. Instead,he was back in Avengers Tower in the year 2030.

He turned his head to look at her and nodded. “Yeah… yeah, I’m okay,” Peter gave a big smile, “Let’s go and enjoy this!”

Wanda flashed a smile back at Peter. “This is gonna be great!”

The tour of the facility was structured into three sections, and each section had been allotted an hour. The first section of the tour was dedicated to the general history of the Avengers, its founders, and the history of heroism.

“Our tour guide is Hawkeye?!” Peter gushed excitedly to Pietro, who returned his excitement.

“I know! Dude, do you think he really has a quirk?” Pietro asked inquisitively.

Peter closed his eyes and put his hand under his chin. He then went into deep thought. “I actually never considered that. If he doesn’t then it would definitely be a scandal in the superhero society. However, he claims that he never misses, and his quirk is called ‘Dead-Aim’ when he was being interviewed by the Daily Bugle top journalist Eddie Brock he has never released his blood examples to the public. It’s not like he’s contractually or legally obligated to. The Super-Human Registration Act never forces you to make anything about yourself public, and even then it’s highly unlikely-“

“Hey, kid! Yeah, you! The one next to the white-haired boy an’ the brunette, would ya mind shuttin’ ya trap? I’m tryin’ to give a tour here!”

A jolt of surprise ravaged Peter’s body as he was interrupted by the very subject of his mumbling. His gaze was met with the intense gaze of Hawkeye himself, who had conveyed annoyance from his posture. “I-I-I,“ Peter stammered as his body stiffened, and his face turned a shade of crimson red.

“Yeah yeah, that’s what I thought, just keep your mouth closed alright?”

“Y-yes, sir…” Peter said with his face hung in embarrassment. He averted his gaze to the right and noticed Wanda gritting her teeth.

“Asshole,” Poison dripped from her tongue as she said this.

Peter let out a small chuckle and pulled out his hero notebook. He opened it to Hawkeye’s page, and added, ‘Rude,’ under his personality profile. Definitely not asking him my question…

“Tch,” Peter looked up from his notebook to see Flash looking directly at him. He then shook his head, putting his attention to the tour.

The second section of the tour was a showcase of the academy. The group was stuffed into a large elevator and was lifted up to floor 63. From there, the tour continued to the vast array of classrooms. Peter was astonished from the sight. It was the end of lunch for the students, and they were all headed back to their classrooms. “So many students, and they’re all gonna be heroes…” Peter murmured.

“They’re all so well dressed…” Pietro added, “Ugh, do I have to put the effort into how I look when I go here?”

“The day when you put effort into your appearance is the day when hell freezes over, Pietro,” Wanda jabbed, “Maybe if you do, you’ll actually get a girlfriend.”

Peter tried so hard to keep in his laughter, but his body betrayed him. Pietro then shot Peter a dirty look that screamed, “Are you for real?” Pietro was wearing the bare minimum in terms of fashion. He bore a logoed t-shirt with bright blue jeans and basic white gym shoes. Compared to Wanda’s more fashionable choice of a black undershirt, a red jacket, ripped dark jeans, dark gym shoes, and a red bandana wrapped around her head in a nice bow, Pietro’s fashion was basic and uninspired.

“Nah, I don’t have to put effort into my appearance,” Pietro scoffed, “I’m already perfect as is. The girls are gonna run at me.”

Wanda rolled her eyes at Pietro’s egotist statement. “How am I even related to you?”

“Wanna have a detailed explanation?”

“I’d rather not.”

“Guys, Beast is in the class next to us,” Peter whispered, peeking into a classroom.

Pietro and Wanda dropped their sibling banter and joined Peter. There they saw Dr. Hank McCoy, also known as Beast. He had a heteromorphic quirk, which meant that he looked different from “regular” humans.

“He’s huge,” Peter gasped. He stood at 6’8,” and was covered head to toe in blue fur. He had fangs, sharpened claws, and had muscles that were reminiscent of an ape. Peter pulled out his hero notebook once more, and wrote down what he was observing.

“Jeez, he’s intimidating,” Pietro blurted quietly.

“Y-yeah for real,” Wanda stammered.

Peter was writing in his notebook with a fervor that was never experienced by man before. He wrote down every detail he saw: how he was reading a book as he was hanging upside down from the ceiling, how even though he looked like a monster he still had to wear glasses to read, how he was now right in front of him? Wait, what?

Peter’s soul nearly jumped right out of his body as he came to the discovery that the Pro Hero Beast was now standing right in front of him. He looked to Wanda and Pietro, who were shaking in their soles.

Beast opened the door that separated him from the trio. “Hello! How may I help you, children?”

He’s so polite! Peter, Pietro, and Wanda had the same reaction.

Beast took a deep look at the three children that were in front of him, they all had a mixed look of terror, anxiety, curiosity, and amazement plastered onto their faces. He noticed their lack of uniform and came to the only rational conclusion.

“Ah, you must be on tour!” He clapped his hands together and laughed. “I know how overwhelming this school can be at times, with all the pro heroes and promising students treading around.” He kneeled down to be at Peter’s eye level. “But you should know that at the end of the day, we’re all human. We’re just like you, and that’s why we’ve become heroes in the first place.”

As Beast was giving his small lecture, Peter wrote every word he heard, all while maintaining eye contact with him. Beast took note of this. “Ah, a fine learner, I presume?”

Peter stopped writing and tried to stammer out an answer. “I… I… I…”

Beast gave a hearty laugh. “Oh don’t be embarrassed, my boy! Be proud of your sense of curiosity and love for learning.”

“That’s what I’ve been trying to tell him for years!” Wanda chimed in gleefully.

“Oh, and you have support as well, young man! By just looking at you three I can tell that you are all extremely close.” Beast took a hand each of the trio and put them together, the trio now in a position reminiscent of how sports teams break in their huddles. Peter’s face was cascaded in red as he took Wanda’s hand. “Cling on to this kinship that you all have, children. If you wish to graduate from this school and become a hero, having friends you can trust is the most important weapon to fight evil that you will ever have.”

Peter, to say the least, was starstruck. An esteemed hero, such as Beast, was giving him and his best friends life advice to become heroes! He didn’t ask if he was quirkless, and he didn’t assume anything negative. Peter had to ask him his question. Beast was the right person to ask.

“D-Dr. McCoy I-” Peter felt a hand squeeze his shoulder, which shocked him deeply.

“What did I say about being on your best behavior?”

Peter, Pietro, and Wanda turned around to see their chaperone, who wore a very annoyed look on his face.

“Sorry, sir.” The trio hung their heads in shame.

The chaperone huffed. “I apologize for the annoyance, Doctor.”

Beast laughed once again. “Oh do not apologize, my good man. These children are just starstruck!” Beast smiled warmly. “It’s not every day that you get to see a pro hero so up close.”

The chaperone sighed. “Well, you’re not wrong.” He motioned to the trio to go back to the group. “We’re waiting on you three.”

Peter, Pietro, and Wanda said their goodbyes to Beast and headed off on their way. Peter excitedly opened up his notebook yet again and turned to Beast’s page. He wrote the word “kind” under his personality profile.

“Jesus Christ.” Yet again, Peter perked up to see Flash looking at him yet again. Flash looked away, then, as if nothing happened.

Peter suddenly had a horrible thought. Was Flash going to do something to him on this field trip? There are so many people around, though. Was Flash growing bolder? Did he think he can get away with hurting Peter without anybody noticing? No, he’s not that stupid. There are too many people, plus Wanda and Pietro are here. Peter shook his head and walked with the tour guide to the last section on the itinerary.

The final section of the tour was a scientific demonstration by Dr. Bruce Banner and Tony Stark, also known as Hulk and Iron Man. The demonstration was held in the school’s auditorium, and it was the biggest room that the group had ever been in. They sat in three seats next to each other in the front row of the auditorium.

Wanda reached her hand towards the ceiling. “It’s so tall...”

“Thanks, Captain Obvious,” Pietro sneered, “Anything else painfully apparent that you wanna point out?”

Wanda shot a dirty look at him. “You’re an idiot who’ll run into a ditch on your first day of being a professional hero, and you’re going to fall into obscurity as I rise to the top.”

“Ouch.” Pietro dramatically clutched his chest. “These hot takes are giving me a strong case of ‘You’rejustjealousthatIhaveacoolerquirkthanyou-itis.’”

“Oh, I’ve heard of that! There’s a vaccine for it, it’s called a ‘reality check.’”

“I like Hex more than Super-Speed, I gotta admit,” Peter chuckled.

“No, not you too, man!” Pietro reached out to Peter. “Don’t tell me she brainwashed you!”

Peter showed Pietro Wanda’s page in the hero notebook and pointed to the ‘potential’” section. “I mean, Hex can probably make her fly and that’s automatically awesome.” Peter flipped the page to Pietro’s. “While your quirk is astonishing, and you’re only going to become stronger with more practice, I don’t see you flying. Sooo, yeah.”

Pietro’s face drooped with disappointment. “Yeah, thanks for the ego check, man.”

Peter smiled brightly. “You’re welcome!”

Wanda snickered.

“Oh my God,” Pietro sighed.

“Hey Pete, can I see my section?” Wanda held out her hand.

“Yeah!” Peter handed Wanda the notebook. “Here.”

Wanda flipped to her section of the notebook. She scanned the page and saw that the ‘Potential Hero Name was filled with different options. “Wow, there are a lot of names.”

Peter scratched the back of his head in embarrassment. “Yeah, like a week ago I sat at my desk and made all of these potential hero names for you. Some of them are cool, but the others… not so much.”

Wanda gave a small chuckle as she scanned the names. One name, in particular, caught her gaze. “The Scarlet Witch?”

“I actually really like that one!”

“Sounds like a villain’s name, to be honest.” Pietro chimed in.

“It sounds cool but…” Wanda pulled a pen out of her purse and added a new name. “How about this?”

Peter and Pietro leaned in to see the name “The Crimson Sorceress.”

“That’s just ‘The Scarlet Witch’ with different synonyms, sis.”

“Yeah, but it sounds more heroic.” Wanda acted like she was putting up a magic barrier between her and the boys. “More magical.”

“I like it!” Peter exclaimed.

“Yeah, of course, you would.” Pietro sank into his chair. “Whipped,” he whispered.

Suddenly, a stinging pain found its home on the backside of Pietro’s head as Wanda’s hand slapped it. “Ow! What the hell?!”

“I heard that, you dick.”

Peter tilted his head in confusion. “Heard what?”

“Don’t worry about it, Pete.” Wanda winked, but only for a moment.

The lights in the auditorium dimmed and brightened, signaling that the demonstration was going to begin. Peter put on his glasses and pulled out his camera. He wanted to take pictures of the event, and maybe get a better photo of Dr. Banner and Iron Man for his notebook.

Wanda turned to Peter. “Make sure the flash is off, okay?”

“Yeah, ya don’t wanna cause any difficulties, alright bud?”

“Don’t worry, I turned it off before we even got on the bus,” Peter confirmed.

The curtains rose, and there he stood: Dr. Banner, the Incredible Hulk. He stood even taller than Beast did. Peter’s estimate put him at least seven feet tall. Dr. Banner wore a suit that had to have been tailor-made for him, considering how buff he was. He wore heavy rimmed glasses, which Peter appreciated. Like Beast, he looked intimidating, but he emanated this feeling of kindness and sincerity. His appearance showed the strength of his character, as for many years, the Hulk was called a menace to the Earth. Dr. Banner has made many TV appearances to talk about his beginning years as the Hulk. How he fled to South America to escape the United States Military, how his childhood trauma fed into the alternate persona that the Hulk adopted, how dealing with anger management is important, and how living with a split personality disorder is just another facet of the crazy experience called Bruce Banner’s life. When he merged himself with the Hulk, he explained that he felt whole, but sometimes when pushed to the edge the other personality comes out. He went on to explain that the Hulk wasn’t a bad person, far from it. In reality,the Hulk was actually a really kind and gentle creature that just wanted to be left alone. In fact, The Hulkstill had conversations with him about the meaning of life, the ins and outs of heroism, and even what they were going to have for lunch that day. Ever since then, Dr. Banner has been a pioneer in not only the genetic and radiological sciences ,but also in mental health and the understanding of all kinds of disabilities. Whenever Dr. Banner had an interview, Peter made sure to either watch it live or record it; he loved hearing the man talk.

Peter heard the audience murmur about the missing hero who was supposed to be with Dr. Banner on stage: Iron Man. The most popular hero, not only in the USA, but in the entire world. The story of how Tony Stark, a weapons dealer and billionaire playboy philanthropist became the Invincible Iron Man. Everyone knew how it went: Tony Stark was a selfish CEO of Stark Enterprises, and only looked out for himself until he was captured by terrorists in 1998. The terrorists used missiles that were designed by Stark himself and were struck in the chest by shrapnel but were saved by a man who managed to create a magnetic field inside his body to keep the shrapnel from reaching his heart. He was forced to build a new type of weapon for the terrorists, but what he really did was build a suit of armor that augmented his quirk: Arc Reactor. He then became the Invincible Iron Man, and escaped the terrorists’ base making it back home to the United States in one piece. He put a stop on all weapon construction, changed Stark Industries to become a humanitarian company, and registered as a hero. He became a cultural icon; everyone knew of Iron Man and his heroism. He wasn’t Peter’s favorite hero, but he still held a place in Peter’s heart as a founding member of the Avengers, and a great hero all around. He hasn’t made a public appearance in a while, though, Peter thought.

Dr. Banner stepped up to the mic, tapped it just so slightly to see if it was on, and had to catch it because it almost tipped over. “Sorry, over thirty years of being in this body, and I still can’t gauge how strong I actually am.” The audience was filled with laughter. Dr. Banner waved his hands to signal the audience to calm themselves. “You might be wondering about the lack of an overinflated ego that’s trapped in a yellow and red suit of armor.” He took the microphone and started to walk across the stage so that he wouldn’t stay static during the presentation. “Unfortunately, about thirty minutes ago, Iron Man was called for duty, and it’s my off day.I’ll be damned if they call me in.” He played with the wire of the microphone. “I never get called into work, I mean,” he chuckled, “Would you want to be the one to tell The Hulk that he has to come in on his day off?”

The audience burst into laughter once again, which showcased how strong Dr. Banner was as an enter, Dr. Banner knew how to keep the audience entertained. Peter had a hard time getting a good shot due to his own chuckles.

“I never knew he was such a personality on the stage,” Wanda whispered to Peter.

Peter turned to her and raised an eyebrow. “Wanda, we watched like five of his interviews two nights ago.”

Wanda’s face was struck with confusion. “We did?”

Something told Peter that Wanda wasn’t paying attention that day, and that made him a bit sad. He soon forgot about it though, considering how the actual presentation began.

“Now, onto the real show.” Dr. Banner walked towards the podium that was on his left. “As we know, quirks are genetic in nature, but scientists haven’t figured out what they really are yet.” A projection of a DNA strand appeared behind him. “However, we do now know that the quirks have a very similar genetic make-up to that of gamma radiation.”

“Hey, is that true?” Pietro asked Peter in a whispered tone.

Peter leaned his into Pietro to speak directly into his ear. “Yeah, last year they found out that his irradiated genetics are comparable to quirks. He wasn’t born with a quirk, remember? It was the gamma bomb that did it.”

“So, to pursue the hypothesis that quirks were birthed from a gamma event, the Avengers Institute and Stark Enterprise partnered with Oscorp to explore this line of thinking.”

A sudden thought rushed through Peter’s head, Oscorp? That’s Harry’s dad’s company… I haven’t texted him in a while. I should see what’s up with him when I get home.

“Just recently we made a gigantic scientific breakthrough, we found out how to create quirks.”

The audience erupted in disbelief. Soft mumblings filled the auditorium. Some were in disbelief, while others questioned the ethics of such a practice.

“Nah, that’s impossible, man.” Peter turned his head to Pietro. “There’s no way that you can create a quirk just like that.ike, an actual quirk, not a superpower born from an explosion or from an experiment, but an actual quirk? I call BS.”

“Would you just shut up and watch?” Wanda spat.

“And, this, right here, is the fruit of our labor,” Dr. Banner declared as he pressed a small clicker in his hand. “Oh, it didn’t break it this time, thank god.”

The stage floor opened up. Peter heard the machinery in the under-stage doing its work. Then, out of the blue, he saw a very odd-looking machine rise up. The machine had two parts to it: two pillars stood erect parallel to each other. Each pillar curved into each other, at the end of both points were bright red spheres. Various ‘oohs’ and ‘aahs’ were delivered from the audience.

“This, my eager audience, is ‘The Quirk Accelerator,’ and we are going to make a quirk, right here, right now.” Dr. Banner clicked the clicker once again and a thick sheet of glass separated the stage from the audience. “Man, I’m on a roll today,” he stated proudly. “Now, once I press this button again, we will create an entirely new quirk.”

“Dude, you have to get a shot of this,” Pietro demanded.

“Yeah, Pete! Ooo, this is gonna be cool!” Wanda exclaimed in a hushed voice.

Peter excitedly pulled up his camera, but not before double-checking to see if the flash was turned off. He put his eye up to the viewfinder, and pointed his shot towards the Quirk Accelerator. As he took multiple shots of the machine itself, he noticed something that wasn’t supposed to be there. It was small, but he saw it. A spider, that was lowering itself from the ceiling with a single strand of its web. Peter didn’t know why he focused on such a minuscule thing, but he took a picture of it anyway. Who knows, maybe it’ll get him an award or something. That’d be nice, he thought to himself.

“Strap yourself in folks, ‘cause this is gonna be one hell of a frickin’ light show!” Dr. Banner shouted with excitement.

With yet another click, the Quirk Accelerator hummed. All of the lights that illuminated the stage shut off, and the thick sheet of glass tinted itself to a rather dark degree. Dr. Banner’s description was very apt. In between the two pillars, extremely bright electricity flowed and clashed with the two red spheres. Muffled crackles of thunder were heard as the light got brighter and brighter. Peter, in desperation, shot a picture aimed right in the middle of the action. The sheet of glass got darker as the light emanating from the experiment got brighter. The light show got to its final performance as the light suddenly turned a bright green. The light soon disappeared, though. stage lights were turned back on, and Dr. Banner stood there with a big smile. It faulted for a moment, before returning to a grin. “Now, the quirk will be collected. Since we don’t have any machine assistance here on the stage, I’ll have to collect it myself.” Dr. Banner took a small capsule out of his pocket and walked between the two pillars of the Quirk Accelerator. The audience immediately went into various chatter.

Pietro turned to Peter. “Hey, do you think if any of us go blind because of that, Tony Stark will pay us boatloads of money in settlements?”

“'No, we signed away our right to sue in the event of an injury. It's not like Stark would give you anything. It's better for all of us if you were blind.".” Wanda shook her head.

“It’s true.” Peter nodded.

“Aw, man, that can’t be legal can it?”

“It’s totally legal.”

“Ah, so…” Dr. Banner’s voice cut the audience’s murmuring down to silence. “Apparently, this is our first failed test.”

“Told you he was full of-” Pietro was then cut off by a swift kick to the shin, courtesy of Peter. “Ow!”

Dr. Banner walked back to the podium. “But this is to be expected with any realm of science, that is why we go back to see what went wrong here.” He clicked the clicker for the last time which resulted in the Quirk Accelerator being lowered back into the stage. “We do have various quirks in storage, but live testing hasn’t been authorized by the government yet.” He walked downstage to where the mic stood and put it back in place. “We’re getting closer to unlocking the mystery of quirks every day. Maybe one day we can even track what the very first quirk was, but for now all we can do is theorize and experiment. I apologize that this was a failure, but I’m very glad that I was able to show you our latest endeavors here at Avengers Tower.” Peter took a shot of Dr. Banner as he said this. “I hope to see some of you attend the school next yearand that I sparked a wealth of scientific curiosity within you. Thank you so much, and have a good day, everyone.”

The curtains cascaded down upon the stage, and with that, the demonstration came to end. The lights illuminated the auditorium and people got out of their seats and headed towards the exit. Some were bummed, and others were ecstatic to be in the same room as the Incredible Hulk.

Pietro snatched Peter’s camera right out of his hands. “Dude, did you get the shots?”

Peter jumped in surprise when he realized that when he blinked, his camera was no longer there. “P-Pietro! Be careful with that!”

Pietro shot a genuine smile at Peter. Pietro was tossing the camera up and then catching it with the same hand without looking at it, showing off his dexterity. “Don’t worry, man! I’m the most careful person in the world.”

Wanda crossed her arms. “You literally broke a plate at dinner last night.”

“A one-time incident, won’t happen again.” Pietro tossed the camera up again and waited for it to come back down, but it never did. “Wait, what the hell?”

“Interesting camera you got there, Maximoff. I’m surprised you could afford something like this.”

Pietro groaned as he recognized the voice, he turned around to see Flash going through the pictures on the camera. “That was a lazy insult you had there buddy. Let me guess, did the parasite come up with that one?”

“Funny,” Flash grunted.

Peter stood in utter fear as Flash held his camera. The phrase, Why does he have it? Why does he have it? kept repeating in his mind. This was his biggest fear.

“Here ya go, Parker.” Flash held out the camera in front of Peter. “Just wanted to make sure you didn’t have any weird pics of me.”

“O-okay.” Peter hesitantly reached out to grab the camera. “Thanks, Fla-“

A thud. A crack. The sound of plastic falling onto marble flooring. Glass shattered. Peter’s gaze peered downward to see his camera in pieces.

A devious smile crawled onto Flash’s face. “Whoops.”

Peter was stunned. Did that actually just happen?

“Thompson!” Pietro grasped Flash’s shoulder and forcefully turned him around to face him. “What the fu-?!”

A black tendril shot itself out of Flash’s body and hit Pietro square in the face. He backed up, holding his nose in pain. “Don’t touch me, you freak.”

“Pietro!” cried Wanda.

“That’s it!” Pietro pushed against his right nostril and exhaled from his nose, a clot of blood flew out of his left nostril. “I’ve been playing nice for Peter’s sake, but you just crossed the damned line, Thompson!”

“Pietro, stop this!” Wanda exclaimed with a desperate expression on her face. “Don’t fight him!”

Peter backed up against the wall of the stage. His legs quivered beneath him. A fight? Here?

“Nah, nah, sis!” Pietro rolled up his sleeves as he walked towards Flash. “This guy has been a pain in our asses for years, I’ve been wanting to put him in his place.”

Flash took his stride over to Pietro. The symbiote crawled itself onto his skin and up his neck. “Let’s do this, wuss. Show me you’re a real man and not some pathetic bitch.”

“Bring it on, douchebag.” Pietro leapt forward at Flash in less than a second. Fists flew, and the fight began.

“Pietro, no!” Wanda rushed towards the scene.

“Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God,” Peter muttered over and over. He curled himself into a ball. His breathing became fast and uneven. He felt light headed, too. A sensation of dread and anxiety swept up his body in a hurricane of fear. “Nononononononono.” Why did this always have to happen? Today was supposed to be a good day, for crying out loud. Why did Flash have to ruin it again? Pietro was just making it worse. He won’t be allowed back into Avengers Academy. Peter thought about his camera, and the thought alone forced him into a shaking fit. He was glued to the sight; his precious camera, it was in pieces. It used to belong to his mother. The name: Mary Fitzgerald, was written in sharpie on the side. Why did this always happen to him? Why did he bring bad luck wherever he goes? Why was he so useless? Why was he quirkless? Why am I just human? Why do I-

Peter felt a stinging pain on his right hand and slapped it. “Ow!” He looked down and his hand and saw a giant bite mark, and the corpse of the spider he just squashed. He sighed. “This day’s just getting better and better.” Perhaps the spider bite was a blessing in disguise, it broke him out of his panic attack. He sighed again and steadily began to stand back up. He started walking towards Wanda, but with every step he began to slow down. He felt as if there was a giant weight on his shoulders. His legs turned into jelly. He started to shake violently. “Wh-what’s happening to me?”

“-eter? A-e -o- oka-?”

Is that Wanda’s voice?

“W-ah! B-o yo- goo-?”

Pietro?

“Y-! Wa-cr-ler! Th- -ck’s th- ma-er?!”

Flash?

His vision started to become blurry, and darkness crept in from the edges of his eyes. “Wanda, I… I don’t feel so good.” Peter lost all control, and immediately lost consciousness as he hit the ground.

“Peter?!”

To be continued…

#my avengers academy #my marvel academy #spiderman #Scarlet Witch #avengers fanfic #my hero academia #my hero academia fanfic #Spideywitch #IzuOcha #kinda

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valentinesparda · 4 years

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🎫 here's a gush pass ^^ feel free to gush about whichever f/o you want, however much you want, then send this ask to 3 other selfshippers

@lunaeloves oh lucky you I just woke up from a lil nap before I'm gonna end up going to my friend's apartment later tonight and I - predictably - cannot stop thinking about like 6 different f/os right now but I'm gonna edge towards some good eldritch babes (and some not-eldritch babes) for this SUPER LONG RAMBLING ASK IM SORRY IN ADVANCE

first of all, since I haven't stopped playing it on repeat for the past two days, The Baddest preview dropped so I'm obligated to touch on evelynn (or more accurately I would love to touch on evelynn but that's neither here nor there), and whew boy do I love women. and eldritch beings. I f/o quite a few of those now, too. the only disappointing part is how short her section in the song actually is. anyways hello have you not seen my wife?? you're gonna!!

I haven't stopped thinking about this new outfit since I saw it. shes called "the diva" for God's sake. her stupid diamond encrusted claw rings only on the middle finger are making me lose it in the gayest way possible. the cheeky over-top-of-the-sunglasses stare is gonna put me in an early grave. have I talked about how her eyes are like a sunset?? or how her hair looks so soft and long and I want nothing more than to run my fingers through it because this is the longest I think her hair has ever been?? I'm legally not allowed to open my mouth about the open low neckline she has going on there but anyways ms evelynn leagueoflegends please dm me I have feelings for you and there's a lot of them

okay on to the next one which....thinking about writing This gush is making me feel like this rn

bc I haven't really gushed about him yet but boy is it time

so. can we talk about hellsing alucard. can we talk about how cool he is. will you allow me this moment of time in this day to let me try to coherently string a line of thought that isn't just me garbling uncontrollably about this funky eldritch boy?? lets observe shall we--

listen. I fully went into watching hellsing ultimate for the first time just thinking he was like. okay. I was highkey only in it for Sir Integra (still am please dm me ma'am) and then by the midway point in ova episode 2 I was like "okay maybe he's kinda cool" and then by the END of said episode when he is absolutely feasting upon luke valentine's dumb ass and he first activates his protocol or whatever I'm still half asleep I ended up kinda jumping around the entire time just having a GREAT time watching the anime and you can ASK my friends for confirmation on this I could not shut up.

[ side note uh I love jan valentine?? bitch sucks but oh my God is he not the most entertaining character I've met so far, he beats out rip van winkle who I thought just from their look that I would adore but surprise!! go listen to PREY FOR ME/3 by FEVER 333 for an excellent jan valentine song. no I will Not shut up ]

alucard is....he's so goddamn cool?? he's batshit insane for seemingly no reason and over the top and he's FUNNY!! there's something incredibly endearing about him being a vampire in the late 90's who literally just like. does That?? I can't fully explain my thoughts because we would be here longer than we have been and it's complicated right now without me fully experiencing his character and being able to pick him apart outside of the reader inserts I've been reading lmao. it'll probably get worse as I watch the anime and develop more thoughts and feelings. also I've already talked about this on Twitter but his LOOK IN THE BEGINNING OF OVA EP 3?? HELLO????

god I fucking love you. you're so greasy and weird and creepy and fun and I'm GOING to make out with you

coughs. anyways.

i can also say that I've been wholeheartedly avoiding spoilers for the rest of the anime since I stopped on episode 4 WHICH I ALSO ENJOYED IMMENSELY BECAUSE HE HAS A BLACKBIRD?? A CUSTOMIZED HELLSING ORGANIZATION SR-71?? THIS DECADES OLD VAMPIRE EXISTING IN 1999 HAS HIS OWN PERSONAL MILITARY AIRCRAFT AND KNOWS HOW TO FLY IT?? HE CRASHES IT INTO A NAZI SHIP?? EVERYTHING HE RUINS TURNS INTO A BURNING CROSS!! HE ABSOLUTELY EVISCERATED EVERYONE ON THAT SHIP AND IT HAD ME LOSING MY MIND. I'm excited to be able to continue watching the anime and eventually finish it so that I can continue to be a stupid little pansexual mess of a goth

honorable mentions go to sir integra who I would be willing to cross oceans to just have her reject my marriage proposal and possibly have her threaten me with her saber or her gun idc whichever one is more convenient for her at the time. I just want her to slow dance with me in the moonlight and dip me down low in a kiss that we shouldn't be sharing

and pip bernadotte who is Such a good boy and I am going to hold his face in my hands and kiss and compliment him until he is nothing but a melted pile of affection and then braid his hair with ribbons and flowers and all of that wonderful stuff while he talks about everything he's ever experienced in life

okay thank you for reading and GOOD NIGHT LAS VEGAS!!!! *smashes a glass plate before I can be booed off the stage*

#asks #silvie tag #i dont even live in las vegas. anyways sorry this is so long #i had a bad night and day earlier so after my nap (post nap clarity) i am trying to feel better. and this made me feel better.#long post

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spiralingsights · 4 years

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🎫 here’s a gush pass :D feel free to gush about whichever f/o you want, however much you want, then send this ask to 3 other selfshippers

AAAAAAAA thank you!!!

okay okay so listen:

i have no choice but to think about Cheavy. he would be super touch starved! being a merc is hard enough as it is but being an ass too? you don’t make many friends

and even though he’s like... super demanding, i think he would have a hard time asking for affection. he’d be really awkward about it and quit half way through a hundred times before finally just sucking it up and asking to hold my hand.

i’m legally required to use him as a pillow though. i imagine he generates heat like a goddamn furnace and since he’s so much bigger than i am he’s the perfect size to just sprawl out on top of

he’d really like playing with my hair too, i think. my hair is,,,, super short but i wash it every night so it’s also super soft so every time i decide to just sprawl out on top of him he’ll just run a hand through my hair until i fall asleep

also!!!! i want to read to him!!!!!! just like,,, be held in his lap reading and he just asks me to read to him because he wants to hear my voice and just quietly obliging and not noticing how he’s looking at me with heart eyes 🥺🥺

anyway i have Feelings about Cheavy

#answered 🔪#anon

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shittyfandomimagines · 5 years

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The Help

So like I cried twice so lol

Word count: 1,976

I would say starts with fluff but goes downhill at 80 mph

(GIF creds to owner)

My mornings always started out with waking up the two best guys in my life. It’s sad that Jaxton was easier to wake up than Luke.

I walk into Jaxton’s room after the failed attempt of waking up Luke, Jaxton had his teddy bear smushed in between his arms, he seemed so relaxed and I didn’t even want to wake him up.

“Jaxton, wake up sweetie. It’s time to get ready for school.” I sit down on his bed and comb through his hair. He stirs around for a bit before he opens his eyes, I always loved how vibrant his eyes are... much like his dad. He didn’t have the blonde hair like his dad, he got Scarlett’s dark brown hair. Though it was super curly like his dads.

“Y/n, I don’t want to go to school. I wanna stay here with you and daddy.” He whines as he sticks his hands out for me. I pick him up and let him lay in my arms, he clung on to me for dear life. “Well, I have to go to work and daddy has to go write music with your uncles. Today is Friday, Jaxton! That means we all get to stay home and watch movies tomorrow.” I coax and he loosens his grip some.

“But I’ll miss you.” He pouts up to me, my heart felt so full. I knew he wasn’t my kid but I helped Luke raise him since he was 3. I was only Luke’s best friend when Scarlett left Jaxton to be in Luke’s care. I helped babysit and then we just became so much closer. “Well, I will miss you too.” I kiss his forehead and he hugs me tight once more. “Let’s go get some Lucky Charms.” I bribe and he puts his feet on the floor.

When we get down the stairs, Luke was already putting the milk into Jaxton’s favorite bowl. I boost him up to sit at the bar, Luke sets it in front of him. He gives Jaxton a kiss on the cheek and then comes over to me to give me a kiss on the lips.

“How’d my baby sleep?” He asks as he kept pecking my lips. “Fine, but I’m gonna be late. I love you two so much.” I give him one more kiss before turning my attention to Jaxton. “I’ll see you later, okay. Love you, Jax.” I kiss his cheek and I make my way to the door.

———

When I got home, I could smell something cooking. I was the one who usually cooked, so I’m surprised it smelled decent in here. “I’m home,” I yell out as I make my way through the corridor. I walk into the kitchen and see Luke stirring something. Jaxton was reading his book to Luke while sitting on the bar.

Jax was so far ahead with his reading, he absolutely loved to read to us. He did hate math though, but he was still so freaking smart. “Y/n!” Jax yells as he reaches his arms for me, I bend down slightly so he can hug me. “How was school?” I ask and he shrugs. “We played outside longer than usual.” He smiles and I ruffle his hair some. “Fun! Did you like it?” I ask and he nods.

“No hello for me?” Luke asks with a pout, I roll my eyes and walk over to him. I kiss his cheek gently and he smiles. “Hello Luke, how was your day?” I ask and he groans. “Cal kicked our butts today but we made a good song.” He says and I frown, “I’m glad it ended well.”

“How about you, baby?” He asks and I smile. “It was really good, they finally published a passage I wrote over Birth Control.” I gush and his eyes widen. “Baby, that’s amazing!” He says and drops the wooden spoon to lean over to kiss my lips. “I know!”

I go to our room to change and when I come back down, Jaxton was nowhere in sight. “Since he’s in the living room now, I need to tell you something.” Luke seems more serious than before. “Go ahead.” I sit where Jax was.

“Scarlett messaged me today, she wants to see Jax tomorrow.” He sighs and I roll my eyes.

“What did you say? I don’t really think she should. She has let Jaxton down several times, you’re not legally obligated to let her. She’s lucky to even have contact with you after the court hearing.” I rant quietly so Jaxton didn’t hear.

“Well, it’s his mom and she deserves the chance to at least see him.” He almost sounded annoyed with me for ranting. “Yeah because she’s the best influence for him.” I scoff and he just gives me a scornful look. “I don’t know what my response is anyways.” He blows it off.

I know I honestly didn’t have a say in this, I’m not Luke’s wife nor am I Jaxton’s mom. It’s just hard to see Luke continuously fall for her tricks and not decide that she’s definitely a letdown for Jax. “Okay, well I’m going to go sit with Jax.” I blow it off and go into the living room.

I sit down on the couch and once he sees me, he comes to sit beside me. He lays his head on my lap as I turn on the tv to find reruns of Scooby Doo, it was a personal favorite in this household. “Y/n, do we get to stay in tomorrow?” He asks while looking up to me. “Hopefully baby, hopefully.” I lean down to kiss his forehead.

We watched the show for a while before Luke called us to eat dinner. I almost had him asleep by the way I was running my hands through his curls.

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“Do we get to be home tomorrow dad?” Jax asks as we both tuck him in. “Mommy might come to see you.” He says and I guess I found out his response to her. “Goodnight Jaxton, I love you,” I say as I kiss him once more on the cheek. I walk out before Luke was finished tucking in his side.

I bounce down the stairs and try to bite my tongue to prevent my screaming. I couldn’t even believe that Luke would allow her to come over.

“You’re mad.” He says as he bounded down the stairs. “I’m not Luke.” I shortly remark as he shakes his head. I could tell he was annoyed with me.

“Well it is her kid, she should at least see her kid.” He defends himself before I even had the chance to say anything. “If that’s true, it was a waste to go to court 2 1/2 years ago.” I point out and he scoffed.

“I believe that people change and she should get to see her kid.” He states and I chuckle. “She has missed or didn’t show up to any of the other times she said she was coming. This is just going to hurt Jaxton!” I exclaim and he tugs at his hair. “But it’s been 5 months since she asked, maybe she’s changed!” He rebuttals.

It honestly sounded like he was hoping she’d come back into his life. I knew they were deeply in love but he always promised that he was over her. “Luke, you need to think about how this will end for Jax.” I try to go back to being calm.

“You’re not his fucking mom, y/n! He will never be your birth child, so technically it isn’t any of your business!” He finally snapped and I take a step back.

I knew I’d never be his true mom but I’ve been a mother figure for 3 years, I felt like in some way he was my son. I literally felt like Luke kicked me in the stomach. I knew it wasn’t my business but I don’t know why he shared all this information over the past 3 years then.

“So I’ve basically been a babysitter for 3 years, great.” I put my head down so the tears wouldn’t fall, but they did anyways. “Y/n, no. I’m sorry I’m just-“ Luke was cut off by Jaxton’s small voice.

He was standing at the top of the stairs, I could tell he had fallen asleep for a few minutes. “Daddy, why are you yelling at y/n?” He asks as he descends down the stairs. I look up to Luke and he saw my tears, I could see the guilt in his eyes. “We were just a little mad, it’s okay. You can go back to sleep.” Luke squats down to kiss his cheeks.

He comes over to me and extends his arms out, I bend over to pick him up. “Why are you crying?” He asks as he uses his tiny palm to wipe them away. “I’m just a little sad,” I admit and he frowns. “Is it because of daddy?” He asks and I look over to Luke for a split second. “No, I’m just sad that I won’t see you for a while. Just know that I love you so much. I’ll see you again soon.” I kiss his cheek and he wraps his arms around my neck tightly.

“You can’t leave! You’re my mommy! I don’t want you to go.” He whines and I had to stop myself from having a breakdown. “I’m not your mommy Jax, your mom is coming tomorrow. So, you need to head back up to bed so you can wake up early to see her.” I say as put him on the ground. I lean down to give him one last kiss and he slowly walks back up the stairs.

“You’re not leaving, right?” Luke tried to get closer and I put my hand up in defense. “I am Luke, you made it pretty clear that I am never going to be his mom. I feel like I’m just someone you used as a helpful babysitter and you’ve just been stringing me on. I should’ve known you just needed me here as the help.” I started to get choked up with more tears.

“No! It was never like that, I don’t love Scarlett. You’re the only one I love besides Jax, you know this. I didn’t mean what I said, it’s pretty fucking obvious that you’re his mom.” He tries to come closer and I take a dramatic step back.

“Luke, if you didn’t mean it then you wouldn’t of said it. I was only trying to help you sort out this mess that Scarlett always puts us through.” I cross my arms and his lips started to quiver, I had to put my head down to ignore it.

“You’re right and I’m so sorry for being angry. I didn’t mean what I said.” He suddenly moves closer and grabs my hand. I shake it out of my grip.

“I’m leaving Luke, I need to sort out this in my head. I can’t think straight when I’m here, I don’t know if or when I’ll be back. Just make sure Jax knows I love him.” I grab my purse and keys that were by the door.

“Y/n don’t leave, I need you and so does Jax. You’re seriously the love of my life and I can’t just let you walk out. This has happened too many times.” He pleads and I grab his hand one last time.

“Luke, I still love you okay. I love Jax more than anything but you were right. I’m never going to be Jaxton’s real mom, I’m always gonna be the help. I just need to clear my head for a while.” I drop his hand and I open the door.

“Are you coming back?”

“I don’t know, goodbye Luke.”

Part two??????

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finderskeepersff · 5 years

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55.

Wiping the sleep form my eyes, I am so tired. I am honestly more tired now than ever before and I get more sleep, I used to be be staying up all night and now I am like this. I expected Sofia to not be in bed, her friends are over, they arrived last night and I was asleep then, I can’t stop sleeping. Maybe it’s a sign of depression, I don’t know. Henry said that to me when I kept on staying in bed, he was a good guy. Pushing the covers off of me, getting up out of bed and sitting on the edge of the bed. Right on time, my phone rings. Well my burner phone that is, as long as it ain’t my dad. Looking at the caller I.D, it is Ethan “I just woke up my nigga” I answered the call “I sensed it, I have her here for you” I love that Ethan listens to everything I do “pass her the phone” clearing my throat, I can’t shake this off at all “sorry about your brother” Celine said down the phone “I was at the funeral and I saw what happened” I knew she would have “then you know, if you fuck on me you know what will happen. I have given you many chances and you know this” which I have “you still care” this is what I mean “no, I felt obliged because you took me in when I was on drugs, you did take care of me when you had the chance to kill me, I was vulnerable so that is why. But it’s the past now, I need you to get your son back. I want you to take him” the phone line went silent “how can I do that? That boy was taken from me, I have no right. Legally I can’t” that is true “fuck the law, I am the law. You take your son back, I will send you the hotel details. You good now, you want him don’t you?” is she crying on the phone, pulling a face “are you crying?” I questioned “I didn’t realise what I had until I lost him, I am right. I saw him at the funeral and he knows me, he does but I wasn’t allowed near him. Thank you Cassius” I am shocked she cried “you do right by my nephew, he need a lot of love Celine. I will be always watching, remember that” I will always know what Bryce is doing “how will I get him?” licking my top lip “it’s funny, I mean not funny but sad. Carnell sold him” it’s not funny but it’s laughable “erm, what do you mean sold him?” every time I speak on this I smoke a blunt “in exchange for some money he will give you Bryce, nothing will come of it. Trash people” lighting the blunt “you bought Bryce from your dad? I am trash, I know I am but that is real trash. You bought my son? I will change, I don’t do drugs. My home is not no drug place anymore. I sold it, I live with my mom now” blowing the smoke out from my lips “cool, Ethan will deal with it. Just know I will be watching you” disconnecting the call, placing the blunt between my lips thinking. I was just playing when I asked Carnell and he did it, I am not buying them any house, he took the money and is giving Bryce up.

Sofia will be so angry with me, so I opened the balcony doors and air this bitch out and sprayed a little something, I just need to have a blunt sometimes, I mean most of the time. Kyle is not here so I am dealing with a lot of it, not a problem though because I ain’t need to work any nights. Fixing my dick in my sweatpants as I made my way downstairs, looking down at my hand. Why do I have my lighter in my hand still, that weed hit differently this time. I am tired again, I need food and a nap. Placing my lighter in my sweatpants pocket and fixing my snapback on my head, I don’t even know the time. Hearing the girls giggle in the living area, walking into the room “I heard you wash hair” Mia said as soon I entered, not even a hello first “I don’t know what you mean?” Sofia slapped Mia “what? Honestly, do you?” Sofia is airing me out like this, looking over at Sofia “do I?” I asked, Sofia pressed her lips into a hard thin line “no” she said in a whisper “wow, daddy is here and now you back tracking. You little liar” Mia pointed, Sofia mouthed sorry. She better be sorry “y’all daddy is here, get it right. Why you boring Cartier with this mess, what is this?” walking over to them “wedding planning” rubbing my bare chest “right, how is that going?” Mia looked up at me “you had a blunt for breakfast?” I just smiled at her “look at him but why don’t you sit your ass down and participate, if Mitch didn’t I would be offended” I sniggered “I guess y’all going to be offended” walking off to get some cereal.

Drinking the OJ from the bottle “not heard of a cup?” Olivia said behind me “yeah” closing the fridge door “you’re such a nigga sometimes, why you playing? Sofia thinks I came to get a drink. She was raving on about you, she was like he really went all out, rose petals. Ran her a bath. You let her sleep in the mornings. She is so happy. Yes we know you washed her hair but she really wants you to help with the wedding. Some input would do nicely, you don’t need to act a certain way with us Cassius. That blunt got to your head, I just don’t like to see my friend sad, she values your opinion the most, you just don’t see it. I know you love her behind closed doors but just be more interested on a day she never thought she would get” I think Olivia and Mia would kill me if I ever did anything wrong by Sofia “and actually I did come for a drink. Get me a diet coke from the fridge thanks” opening the fridge door “she is so proud of you Cassius, she gushed about you for an hour on that couch. Don’t be annoyed with her” holding the can out to Olivia “I ain’t annoyed with her, ever” I simply said, I am not ever angry with Sofia. I may have been a little annoyed that she told but being really angry is a no, I have a lot on my mind.

With my bowl of cereal, I thought I would take myself into the living room and I guess be more interested in this wedding thing. It’s not that I don’t want to get married but I don’t do well with public events I guess, I am not sure “I would have made you something” Sofia said as I sat down across from them “it’s ok, it’s kind of late anyways. So what you doing now?” I will try this “thinking on what to do, should we do it overseas?” maybe I am harsh, maybe I don’t participate like Olivia says, I feel bad somewhat “why don’t we just stick with Hawaii, it will better for people to get there. Well the handful of people, it’s not far and it’s better. We can go away for the honeymoon” Sofia looked at her friends “this is y’all thing” Olivia said “if you think that is better” nodding my head “do it in Hawaii and then we can go away” best way “I will pay for the honeymoon, I want to go Bali” pulling a face “where the fuck is that?” I am confused, Sofia laughed “Indonesia” letting out an oh “I only know America, ok how about we go halves. You tell me how much it is and we can work that out. It sounds expensive. But keep it to Hawaii” looking down at my watch “shit, someone is going to come” getting up from the couch and placing the bowl on the coffee table in the middle “but you ain’t eat it?” Sofia said “I know, I got someone coming” I forgot all about this.

“Cassius! Someone is here for you!” Sofia spat, placing my shades over my eyes. Pressing my hair down, I miss my outgrown hair. Smiling in the mirror, I got a new gold cuban chain, new diamond Rolex and a new gold grill. Jogging down the steps “who is this guy?” Sofia asked with Cartier in her arms “he is a new friend, Nav. My man” dapping him “Cassius, good seeing my brother” Sofia is just staring at me up and down “show me, I am excited” I was upset that my new baby had to go into a garage already but that was because I wanted to change colour “you will be happy Cassius” stepping outside “I like the Bentley and Range, matching and all that” nodding my head laughing “the Range is my girl’ car so she drive that but I want to see the mean bitch” seeing my new Lamborghini being driven off of the back of the truck “ooohhh shiit, look at her!” jogging over to my car as a guy got out of the car “For you” he said “this is fucking dope, I wanted it black. I am sick of white, shit gets dirty too quick. The rims” leaning down and touching the rims “this is dope Nav, you know I got you. I think the neighbours think I am selling dope, ain’t nobody rattled their cage, I don’t think they like the engine noise” dapping Nav again “they just jealous, I thought I would come out for this” Louis is stood right behind Nav, they are so untrustworthy about people “don’t mind him, he is with me” Nav just stared up at Louis “he is scary, damn” he moved to the side of me “not to be messed with but thank you” I got my new car.

“I have never seen this like in person Cassius, what!?” Mia spat, touching my Lamborghini “beautiful ain’t it?” Mia walked over to my new car “wow, this is beautiful. Oh my god, can I sit inside!?” she asked, I nodded my head “you remind me of a light skinned rapper. Look at you” Olivia said, Sofia just stared at me confused “what is this?” she questioned “my new car, look at it” she doesn’t seem pleased with it “I mean nice but why?” I shrugged “treating myself I guess” picking Cartier out of Sofia’ arms “me and the boy riding in this, you know how we do big boy” kissing his cheek “this shit is so low down but wow, it’s beautiful Cassius. The car looks amazing” Mia complimented “appreciate it, don’t we dada? This is mine and yours” crouching down at the side of the car, placing him in the passenger seat sitting him back “me and you son, forever. We going to show niggas on these streets, ain’t nobody going to fuck with us” Cartier is just looking around his surroundings “who is this big guy?” Olivia asked “Cassius friend” Sofia said “you don’t need to ever dream of something, because I will make it a reality for you” I smiled at him “you have been busy, you can drop me off at work. I need to see Gio” Sofia walked off saying.

I am going to kill him, I told him to not smoke in this room. He says it’s not Cartier’ room but he stays most of the time here, he is so annoying. Throwing the mess of blunt from the side if the bed table into the trash, he is draining at times. I understand he is having to do a lot, he is also getting a lot of money delivered to the home, he is up to something and now I know what. He has been spending, which I don’t mind. It’s his money but people are seeing these big guys outside, expensive cars and duffle bags coming here, he needs to be careful. He has been busy with whatever he is doing and I just feel like I am left with the wedding, he just wants to turn up. Like he doesn’t care and I don’t like that feeling, I want some sort of effort from him. I don’t understand why he is even getting duffle bags when the money should be filtered, I am learning these things. He is doing something more than spending and I don’t know what it is but I am waiting.

I will have a talk with him in the car, if I can because to be honest I think he will be too happy about his new car “do I look ok? I am not that dressed up but am I ok?” Cassius pulled a face “I mean you look good, no denying it but your legs are on show, you got nothing under that?” lifting up his hoodie “I got booty shorts on, you can’t really see anything. It’s a quick meeting. You just need to wait outside for me, thank you” Cassius doesn’t look pleased, I don’t know why and it’s not nice “why do you want me to go?” I just turned on my heels “girls, I will be back. Just need to do this” he will soon follow on, I don’t know what his issue is, there is something bugging him and I know him. Picking my bag up from the side, if I leave this house and he is not behind me I will be angry. Hearing Cassius clear his throat behind me “I will take the new car” he said behind me, I knew he would come up.

This car is so low down, it’s like it’s on the ground. Putting my belt on “do you like my car?” Cassius asked as he put the engine on, it roared as he did “that does sound nice actually” I smiled at him “better than hearing you moan” rolling my eyes at him “sure, I sound better than that” glaring over at him as he put his foot down “Cassius!” I spat, my body flew back into this seat “it’s good though, sexy ain’t it?” he’s only smiling because of this car “it’s just a car that makes a lot of noise, but it’s cute. You know, you have been a little off with me, I said I am here for you. I have told you this, I am here when you need me. Just I feel a little sad with the fact you distance yourself when it comes to the wedding. I don’t feel you are fully there with me, this is what makes me sad and hurt Cassius” I am going to express my feelings whether he likes it or not, he has been a little distant with me “I just have a lot going on, it’s nothing bad” it’s bad when he is not there for me “and you don’t smoke a blunt in the room. What I tell you about that, stop it” he is so aggy at times “it’s my room too, I ain’t do it when he is there. He has his own room Sofia” what don’t he get “I want you to stop having blunts, clearly you don’t know how to act” Cassius rolled his eyes and I saw him do it “I can act, you just fussing” he mumbled “fussing? Is that what you call it, just drive” I said shaking my head.

I hate this car, shit is too damn low and then pulling the stupid door down, I huffed out after just managing to do it “break the door, can’t you just close it like a normal person” he is so sensitive about this stupid car “you know what Cassius, go. Drive off, I don’t need you to drive me back but I mean what I say, stop having blunts” Cassius turned his head not saying a thing, walking towards the building and hearing the engine roar as he went. I rather catch a cab, you never know Gio may take me back home “hey” I said to the receptionist “welcome” she opened the gate for me, I have Cassius on my mind. I know he has so much on his mind but I am here for him. I want him to speak to me, why won’t he just talk to me. He just won’t speak to me, he stresses me out sometimes. I mean he has been the best but it’s like now he is just not letting me help him.

I do think sometimes if it’s good to work here at the building, it seems so nice and chilled. Smiling at this girl as she smiled at me “Sofia, you’re early. I will be with you, see me inside” smiling at him as I made me way to his office “missed your legs” I thought he would be gone “I thought you would be gone by now” sitting down on the chair “I am forever here, in all seriousness. It’s good to see you, how are you?” Jordan is so fake “I am fine” holding my hand up “engaged” smiling at him, he just smiled at me, a pained smile nodding his head “nice, it’s funny what money can buy a woman” I sniggered “buy me?” I pointed at myself “oh no hunny, you can’t afford me. It’s called being in love, I don’t think you have formally met him. If you want too, I will be happy to introduce you both. But I think you should ask your friend before that happens, I am sure he has told you to stay clear” he thinks he is fucking clever every time “Sofia! I am so glad you came” I winked at Jordan as I got up “you know me, I love seeing you” hugging him.

We never speak on work when I come here, I spend more time talking shit to him “sometimes I just want to turn lesbian, men can be so hormonal at times. But I am going to invite you to Hawaii, for our wedding. I mean it is happening, I know I complain but I love him” Gio cooed out “I know you won’t leave him, not because you can’t just meet any man but because you love him and that is sweet. Love is rare but I feel the same way about women, they be so bipolar at times, I am glad to be gay. Oh was you happy with your pay?” Gio asked “oh my god yes, I mean I know it pays well but that is good. Did they really like it? It’s funny because I had so much going on when I did it. But yes, I bought Cartier a little something with it. I was so happy, thank you” the door opened behind us “Gio, this guy jumped the barrier and is not-” the door flew open “you said quick” Cassius walked in “I also told you to go, me and Gio are talking” what is he even doing, Gio rushed around his desk “I know him, it’s ok. Cassius! Looking well, looking like those rich rappers” Gio hugged Cassius and I had to laugh, like this is so funny to me “y’all just drink wine? I thought this was work?” I shrugged “we gossip” turning around in the seat “mostly about how men can be trash, Cassius just go” I did say for him to go.

Cassius didn’t leave which cut the conversation short, Cassius is just sat here being awkward “so this needs to be complete in a month, so this needs to be in by the end of the week” Gio said, nodding my head “I guess so, shall we go?” getting up from the chair, he could have gone and then Gio and I could just talk but no “It was so nice seeing you Cassius, honestly” Gio opened the door for me, Jordan is stood right there and then stepped to the side “you two met before right?” Jordan looked at me like I wasn’t speaking to him “this is my fiancé, Jordan was telling me that you missed my what again?” Jordan froze “uh, I didn’t say such a thing” fuck him, I will snitch “aye!” Cassius said “aye, look at me. You got something to say?” Jordan shook his head “you seemed like a real dickhead in the car park that time, I remember shit like that. Did you say you missed her?” Jordan shook his head, he is such a liar “I will break your fingers and feed it to your dog, and let your dad watch while I do that. You will have no eyes if you look at her again” Jordan’ face dropped “how do you know I have a dog?” He said in disbelief “don’t fuck with what is mines, got it?” smiling at him as I walked off, I am sure he won’t look at me now or say a word.

I guess he did wait so I will go home with him, I slammed the car door shut “why do you do that!?” he spat “I am a little person, I can’t do it any other way” I barked back “I am sorry” he said to me “sorry doesn’t fix your attitude does it?” which it doesn’t “I have a lot going on right now, I have had some decisions I needed to make personally. I get stressed out, it’s hard to be normal and then doing something fucked up. I am not angry at you or anyone else, it’s just hard” turning in the seat to face him “tell me, I am here for you. I am your wife, a wife knows everything” Cassius shook his head “it’s over with” he is lying “but it’s not, talk to me Cassius” it ain’t over like he thinks because his mood is still shit “I got the insurance money from the fire at the house, I took the money and bought this, jewellery and then bought Bryce” blinking at Cassius several times before I could comprehend what he just said “you bought what? That last line needs repeating” I didn’t catch it right “I bought Bryce” he repeated “like you paid cash and got him? Did he get kidnapped? I mean is there something missing here?” I am confused “I contacted Carnell, I said for him to get out of my city and leave Bryce. He said no, then I gave him a price and he agreed. He is going back to his mother” my mouth hung open staring at Cassius “you did the opposite of what I said?” he really didn’t do anything I said “I kill people that betray me, they are alive. That is lucky for them” looking at Cassius in sadness.

This is hard to take in, he bought Bryce. I mean fuck the rest, Carnell sold a child for nothing “how do you know Celine wants him? She can’t be good for him” what if he she don’t want him “she cried on the phone, she wants him. I know” he looks so deflated “I don’t want you speaking to her Cassius, what the hell!? She is the same one making up shit in your mind, she likes you and you call her?” what is wrong with him “I wanted to know Bryce was ok, that is all I care for” nodding my head “ok so you took the insurance money, you bought this. Is there a reason why you wanted to buy?” He doesn’t really buy this much, it’s not him “because it’s mine Sofia, from all of the shit I been through. It’s mine, that home is mine. I was the dad, I ain’t giving shit to them now. I ain’t doing it, I am not their dad, I am not Monique’ husband. I am not doing it, ok?” Cassius voice broke saying that “I ain’t doing it because I am not nice anymore, I think what hurt me is that he took that money for Bryce. He sold me like that, to the streets he did that to me. Just that I made it work for me, but if I wasn’t strong I would be dead. I am not angry at you or anyone else but I have a lot on my mind, I don’t want to upset you. So I am sorry if I did” placing my hand on his arm “Cassius, I just want you to talk to me. I understand why you didn’t, I do. You’re not a bad guy so don’t think that of yourself. I just want you to talk to me about it. You’re a great guy and I love you. Your dad doesn’t scare you anymore, that respect left a while ago now. I support you Cassius, you ain’t done bad” Cassius smiled at me “I do care Sofia, you know me. I hope you do now, I just be trying to do a lot of things” I understand, he just never speaks to me like he should.

Cassius can be very ruthless when he wants to be, I don’t think I have seen that nice boss Cassius in a while now. I am sad for him but I can only support him and I do, reaching over and grabbing his hand that was on his lap “you’re the first girl to be in this car” frowning at him saying that “liar, Mia sat her fat ass in this” so that is bullshit “she don’t count, but yeah I am sorry. Olivia near bit my head off and was like you ain’t making no effort, you’re upsetting my friend. I took it, I ain’t want to upset you. I try and stay away from you with all of that but thank you for understanding, it’s probably annoying on your side” I shrugged “I just like you to talk to me, I like to feel involved. I mean my advice is just dumb anyways but I am always rooting for you, you scared Jordan anyways. Thanks” I am glad he did that, I don’t think he will look at me anymore “he saw me storm onto the floor, like he didn’t say shit. I was annoyed. Ethan called me, and told me that he saw my mom and she had a black eye but it ain’t my problem but I was still heated” my face softened “your mom is a grown woman, she should walk away. This is not on you at all” Cassius bought my hand up to his lips and pressed a kiss to my hand “I got my own family now” it will bug him but Monique is a grown ass woman.

Cassius parked his new car on the drive “I think your car does make a nice addition to what we have, she is cute” let me compliment his car and mean it “why can’t you say sexy?” he turned the engine off “because I am the sexy one, that is why” I smiled “but I am saying sexy because you are here in the car with me, come on” I cooed out “thank you baby, you know Cassius with me. I just like to know, or I just think it’s something else” Cassius got his phone out “I know but sometimes I don’t want to drag you in with the bullshit, I find it hard sometimes” he likes to be secretive “I love you baby” leaning over the panel to kiss him “look at me” I whined out “taking a picture of us” Cassius said, looking over at him pointing his phone at us “no way, you’re taking a picture of us? You’re taking a picture of us!?” I repeated “you hate pictures” I am shocked “I am trying, I want to put you on Insta. Can I?” I cooed “yes baby you can, look at me” I said to him, he looked over at me. I pecked his lips “you can do what you like Cassius, just know that I see the changes with you. Just I want to help you” Cassius grinned at me “you mean a lot to me, I don’t know what person I would have been without you” he said, he means so much to me.

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blueboxesandtrafficcones · 4 years

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The French Connection - Chapter 7

A HardyxMiller AU

Ellie Miller is left to go on her honeymoon alone after a devastating secret about her fiance comes to light - halfway through the wedding ceremony. Sitting in St Pancras International in London waiting for her train, she runs into none other than her uni rival/best friend Alec Hardy, on the run from his own recent heartbreak.

They decide to make use of Ellie’s pre-paid trip, rekindling their friendship and escaping real life; yet, it turns out their years at uni are the hardest to outrun. Based on this prompt from @timepetalscollective

Chapters will be posted every Wednesday and Sunday. Beta’d by the wonderful @stupidsatsuma

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“Hard to believe this is our last day in Paris,” Hardy noted, handing her a glass of wine before sitting down next to her. “This trip has flown by.”

Ellie accepted the glass gratefully, taking a fortifying sip before agreeing. “It really has. Everything before running into you feels like ancient history, not a week. To think-” she cut herself off, realizing that she didn’t want to talk about her almost-marriage with Hardy. Though it had felt forced at the beginning, to ignore the elephant in the room, now it felt natural – almost out of place.

She didn’t want to talk about her past, but rather, she was considering her future and what she wanted.

Who she wanted.

She took another large gulp. It’s just the wine and romantic sunset Seine riverboat cruise talking, she tried to convince herself.

“Anyway…” Hardy drawled, eyeing her curiously, “if nothing else, we’ve certainly gotten some distance from our troubles.”

“That’s for sure.” Stretching her legs out in front of her, Ellie watched the setting sun play over the steel frame of the Eiffel Tower, captivated by the fiery glow. “Thank you, really, for coming with me.”

He stayed silent for long enough that she didn’t expect a response, so she startled when he spoke.

“You probably don’t know this- I don’t know how you would as I didn’t tell anyone other than my professors- but a few weeks before the end of the fall term our last year, my mother got sick.”

Ellie’s stomach dropped, not having expected that. “I’m sorry- what was wrong?”

“Cancer- everywhere, but it had started in her breast, near as they could tell. By the time it was caught, it had…” Stretching his long legs out in front of him, he leaned back slightly on the bench to stare up at the darkening night sky. “Well, at that point I dropped everything to return home to try to… keep her comfortable. It only took ten days, then another week for the funeral and wrapping up her affairs, not that she had anything significant. That… that’s why I missed the presentation. The day she was diagnosed and I left to go to her was the night we were supposed to meet.”

Ellie’s breath caught, eyes widening. She knew the night he was talking about; she’d spent hours in the library waiting for him, only he never showed. She’d spent a good portion of that time cursing him and complaining (mostly to the empty study room she’d reserved), and now felt horrible about it. “I had no idea,” she whispered, wincing in mortification at how she’d gone off the next time she’d seen him – which had been after the presentation. “Oh, Hardy. I’m so sorry.”

“Anyway,” he continued without acknowledging her, “I muddled through the last week or two of the semester, then went home and cried my way through the holidays. That’s why I was so much worse after classes resumed – I’d just spent a month listening to my father complain about how selfish my mother’d been to go off and die and leave him alone. He didn’t care that she’d died, only that she wasn’t there to play servant for him.”

“And I was a total bitch to you about it,” she moaned, grimacing. “I didn’t have a clue, I thought you were just being… eccentric or something. Fuck, I’m sorry, Alec, really.” His first name slipped out, entirely on instinct, and it would’ve felt strange if she wasn’t so heartbroken for him. “I don’t know what to say.”

He turned his head to face her, smiling softly. “I’m fine,” he promised. “And you couldn’t have known, because I didn’t tell you. But you helped me anyway.”

Ellie snorted, angrily wiping away a stray tear. “Oh, sure I did,” she snarked. “By- by- by bullying you? Constantly harassing you about things? Competition? Yes, I can see how that would be helpful.”

“Miller,” he sighed, an oddly affectionate inflection to her name that only served to make her lower lip tremble. “Believe it or not, yes. Spending time with you, competing with you as you put it… it all felt normal. It was the only thing that did at the time. My mother was just… gone. The only family I had, really, in the sentimental people-who-love-you sense. But bickering with you over test answers and working on projects… I could forget it, at least for a little while. It kept me out of my own head.”

She twisted her lips, unsure of how to take that. On the one hand she was glad to have been a comfort, even an unknowing one, but on the other, she felt absolutely rotten over how she’d treated him. “I wish you’d trusted me,” she said, voice low, “and told me. I could’ve helped, somehow. I’m sorry you felt the need to struggle alone.”

“Of course I trust you. There’s no one else on this Earth I trust more,” he shrugged, before wincing. “That sounds a bit sad, but it’s true. I didn’t exactly have many friends in my department on the best day, and now most have sided with my ex and her other bloke. My father’s gone, not that he was ever worth a damn. There’s acquaintances I’ve built a decent working relationship with, but… there’s no one who has shown me the same level of kindness you do.” He grimaced again. “That still sounds awful. Perhaps my point is- there’s no one else I’d rather be on holiday with.”

“It does sound pathetic,” Ellie agreed after a moment, making him roll his eyes. “But… I know what you mean. I… don’t have anyone either. I do have a few decent mates, but no one I even remotely considered asking to come along. The best friend I do have has a toddler, and so I barely see her, and when we do it’s all about Chloe- her daughter. I mean, she’s absolutely precious and I adore her, I’m her godmother, but still…”

A server appeared then with a bottle of wine, and without a word both thrust their glasses towards him, waiting until he’d filled both and moved on to turn back to each other somewhat awkwardly, the moment lost.

“Well,” Hardy lifted his glass towards her, “here’s to us- the sorriest pair I’ve ever met.”

Laughing, Ellie clinked her glass against hers. “Hear, hear.”

And, sipping at the ruby liquid, she realized that despite the epithet, she couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt so hopeful.

They stumbled into the hotel bar arm in arm, still laughing at how the self-righteous holier-than-thou cow on the cruise had been so bloody anxious to be first off the boat and not have to wait for anyone she’d almost gone for an unexpected swim in the Seine when the boat moved unexpectedly as she’d clambered off.

“The way her arms were windmilling though!” Ellie howled, the copious wine not helping her regain her landlegs. “Did you hear how she screamed?”

“I thought her husband was going to jump in, he was so embarrassed by her,” Hardy sniggered in response, his arm a solid weight around her waist helping keep her steady. “And I don’t blame him- I’d have arrested her for disturbing the peace or something if I could’ve. No question that she was overserved.”

They found a booth in the back corner, a horseshoe-shaped one that let them sit together, and Ellie didn’t think twice about sitting snugly against Hardy’s side. “It’s cold in here,” she shivered for emphasis, smiling brightly when he rolled his eyes and removed his sport coat to drape it around her shoulders. “Oh, thank you,” she gushed, batting her eyelashes at him. “You’re too kind.”

“More like I know better than to get you mad when you’re drunk,” he smirked, stretching his arm along the top of the seatback. “More wine, or something else?”

“Hmmm…” Ellie reached for the drinks menu, humming idly to herself as she flipped the pages. “What’re you having?”

“I’ll have whatever you have.”

“Oooh, whiskey!”

“No.”

“Hardy!”

“Miller!”

When glaring didn’t work she pouted, sticking out her lower lip. “But why not?” she whined. “I like it, and you’re Scottish. You’re legally obligated to drink it.”

“Because whiskey makes you aggressive,” he smirked, shaking his head. “Remember? You had a double at Morgan Anderson’s, and single-handedly caused the party to get raided. At Easter. I had to do some very fast talking to keep what’s-her-name from pressing charges.”

“Margaret Finnegan,” Ellie sniffed, “and she was being a bitch. We were clearly in the middle of a conversation! She’s lucky that was all I did.”

She didn’t appreciate the amused curl to his lips, or the light in his eyes. “Right,” he agreed, his tone mocking. “You merely pushed her, and pulled her hair, and took a swing at her. She got off easy.”

“Stop making fun.”

“Oh, I’m not,” he chuckled. “You’re more Glaswegian than I am, I think.”

Ellie scowled, before turning and waving over the waitress. “More wine, then?”

Two bottles later they were well and truly blitzed, and Ellie couldn’t remember the last time she’d had so much fun with someone. Probably with him, at uni. The wine had well and truly relaxed her, and the gentle glide of his fingertips along her bicep didn’t hurt.

“What?” Hardy cut himself off to ask, looking at her curiously. “All right?”

“Why didn’t we stay in touch?” she asked, unaware she’d been thinking about it until the words slipped out. “After graduation- I never heard from you again.”

He paused, glancing down at his half-full wine glass before draining its contents. “You were gone when I woke up,” he reminded her with a sigh. “I stopped by your flat later that morning. You weren’t there but your sister was, and I left a letter for you with her with my contact information. So I’m not sure how it’s my fault we lost touch.”

Ellie’s head jerked up from where it had been heavily supported by her elbow on the table. “Wait, what? You left me a letter?”

“Yeah, with your sister. Well, she said she was your sister. And she looked exactly as how you always described her.”

“I never told you what she looked like,” Ellie frowned, mind racing as she tried to remember if Lucy had ever given her a letter. Maybe it got put in a box and forgotten? She hadn’t gone through most of her stuff after moving home, and had moved most of them straight into her new house without ever unboxing them.

He snorted. “You didn’t need to. It was obvious from her personality.”

“Well, I never got it, not that I’m particularly surprised. Though you could’ve called me; I’d already given you that information,” she reminded him.

“I’m no good with that,” Hardy said gently. “And I figured… if you wanted to get in touch, you would. That maybe I had ruined everything with… what happened.”

Ellie laughed at that. “I wouldn’t say that,” she said coyly, the wine giving her courage. “I thought… ‘what happened’… was actually pretty nice.” She shifted in her seat, leaning slightly closer to him and grinning.

“Then why did you leave?”

“I was late for brunch with my family. Wasn’t exactly by choice. And when I went to see you later, you were already gone.”

Hardy licked his lips nervously, drawing her gaze as her imagination went into overdrive. “So… it wasn’t out of regret?”

Heat pooled in her lower belly, eyes widening slightly as she realized, distantly, what would inevitably happen if this conversation continued.

“Decidedly not.”

He reached out a trembling hand, pushing a loose lock of hair back from her face. “Glad to hear it,” he rasped, the lower pitch to his voice fanning the flame building inside her. “I had thought it was… pretty nice too.”

“I suppose it’s like you said, we agreed more often than we knew.” Is he getting closer? Her breath caught, anticipation making her skin tingle. “I wonder if you agree with what I’m thinking right now.”

His arm slipped down around her waist, palm warm against her side, and she was hyperconscious of how they were pressed together from hip to knee. “Suppose that depends on what you’re thinking. Can’t read minds, me.”

This is a bad idea, the little voice of reason in the back of her mind whispered. Bad breakups, remember? You haven’t seen each other in a decade.

“D’you want to know, though?” Her hand settled on his knee, and she watched his adam’s apple bob as he swallowed, waiting in nervous anticipation for his reaction.

“You know me, I’m a curious soul,” he murmured, squeezing gently at her waist.

Heart pounding, she let her lips curl as she leaned up and into him, whispering into his ear.

And, just to be sure he understood, she slid her palm up his thigh and over his zip, making his hips jerk up as he gasped.

“Check please!”

#bbatcfic #broadfic #Broadchurch #HardyxMiller #Alec Hardy #Ellie Miller #AU #The French Connection #platonic honeymoon fic

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rakyats-archive · 5 years

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Hello I am the love police, you are now legally obligated to gush about your f/o :3

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yaachtynoboat711 · 6 years

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The Duke’s Speech

A/N: This fic was suggested by @muse-of-mbaku . I’m still gushing over my baby’s HeForShe IMPACT Keynote speech weeks after the fact. This was fun to write and feel free HMU in the asks for questions and this and other fics.

Word Count: ~3k

Pairing: Winston Duke x Black! OC

Warnings: Language, Savage Yaa

“This tie or this tie? C’mon, Pumpkin, I know you're not sleeping and I need your input.”, asked Winston as he looked in the mirror at you.

Winston was preparing to give the keynote address at the UN Women’s HeForShe IMPACT Summit in the morning. The two of you had been working to write and practice his speech for a few weeks now. This was also your first public outing as an engaged couple, so the pressure was on. It was closer to 10 p.m. and you, the professional night owl, were the first in bed, megabonnet and all. The only thing preventing you from finishing that bomb dream you’d been having for the past two nights was your worrisome ass fiancé. You sat up in the bed and crossed your arms.

“Chris, sweetie, bring yo Black ass to bed, please”, you huffed.

“Which on--”

“--ax me again and I’m staying with ya mama for the night.” A beat. “ Neither. The accessories you have don’t need a tie; you’d look stiff as hell with it. Plus…”, you crawled out of bed and walked behind Winston, “...the no-tie look is sexier. You look like that fine, young ass professor all the girls tryna holla at.”, you said rubbing his bare chest and kissing his back. You began mimicking a college girl, “Girl, I got that 2:30 gender studies class with that tall, THICC professor from the Caribbean. Who, girl? Girl, Professor Duke. WIT. HIS. FOOOOINE. ASS. He ain’t got no wedding ring, so I know I gotta chance. I’ma slide through his office hours so he can slide more than a syllabus by me. EEEEEEOOOOWWWW!”, you said tongue out and with a little twerk. Winston’s deep, hearty laughter vibrated against your head, stirring a sudden surge of heat in your core.

“You play entirely too much. But you think so, Pumpkin? You sure it’s not too laxed?”

“I know so, Chris.”, you smacked his ass, “Now please, come to bed... for the last time. You ain’t finna text me up a wall all morning talm bout some ‘i’M sO tIrEd, BaBy’.”

Winston gave in and got in the bed with you. You rested your head on his chest and before you knew it, you were sound asleep.

You got up a couple of hours later, only to discover that you’d been shifted to your side of the bed and a super focused Winston looking at his iPad, glasses resting on the brim of his nose. It wasn’t until you said, “I know YOU fuckin’ lyin’”, that Winston realized you weren't sleeping. “What?”, he squeaked. “You know exactly what, Christopher. You’re supposed to be sle--nigga, is that a fucking durag on your head?!” You were so ready to snap on Winston, that you didn’t notice he had a pink durag that matched your bonnet. You’d berate him about that later.

Without a word, you straddle your fiance’s lap. Once he got the hint, he sat his tablet down on his bedside table, grinning like an idiot. He tried to get a word in, but instead, you placed two fingers over his mouth. You kissed his soft lips sensually. He kneaded your ass in his hands. You took his glasses off and placed them on top of his iPad and turned off his lamp. You kissed him once more and nibbled on his ear. “Now take yo ass to sleep, Winston Christopher.”, you whispered through your teeth. You wiggled from his tight grasp and snuggled back into Winston’s arms.

He sat up in the bed with his arms folded like a spoiled child not getting his way. You too sat up, arms folded, and eyebrow cocked staring at the sight next to you. The unmitigated negrosity of this 31-year-old to sit up in the bed and pout--that was your job in the relationship.

There was a pregnant pause in the semi-lit hotel bedroom. The only light in the room was coming from Binging With Babish playing on the flatscreen. The two of you stared at each other with such mutually disgusted faces.

He finally broke the silence. “Babe, I was making sure I had everything together before you got up. I’m nervous. What if I embarrass myself? All these heads of state, and the one guy from Black Panther is the keynote? I’m not terrified at all.”, he took his hand into yours; you noticed he was trembling like you did at the Sheinbloom ceremony.

“Chris, two things. One, if it wasn’t solidified by the time we left Atlanta, then there’s no point in trying add or taking away anything with less than 12 hours before you speak. Two, you’re not here by happenstance. This is the start of something new in your life. You’re gonna go out there and be the change of how society sees manhood. Remember when we used to talk about shit like this when you lived here? We would spend HOURS on the balcony just talking about feminism.” Winston smiled to himself recounting those fond memories. “ Reflect on those times and transfer that energy towards this speech. I’ll be there cheering you on wherever they seat us. Now... if you knock this speech out the park...you may get a lil somethin somethin tomorrow night.”

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You two walked in hand in hand with Momma Cora beside you soaking up her surroundings. “I don’t know if I’ve told you at least three times this morning, but you look amazing, Pumpkin.”, Winston whispered in your ear. You were all smiles from your fiance’s compliment. “Thank you, dear.”, you replied innocently. The three of you were escorted behind the scenes for a photo op. You insisted on your mother-in-law going before you. Seeing him with his family always warmed your soul. His mother was his hero and the reason he identified as a feminist. One of the reasons you and Momma Cora meshed so well was due to the fact that you both understood there was no competition for out-loving Winston. You revered her as much as he did—a little more tbh. You were forever grateful to her for raising the man that would soon be your husband and baby daddy(one of these days).

It was finally your turn to take pictures with the man of the hour. He held his hand out for your taking. You playfully hesitated before taking it. The small gathering of photographers captured every precious moment of you and your husband to be, including him hyping you up on the carpet. “I know I’m the keynote”, he began, “but my lady looks absolutely amazing. Am I even worthy of breathing the same air as you, Atty.Dr. Abdullah? Can you take your foot off of my neck?” You shook your head in embarrassment as he twirled you around. “Why are you like this?”, you asked barely above a whisper and fighting a smile . “Because you deserve it. Don’t you ever dress this fine and not expect to be exalted. You are my wife. We haven’t married legally, but you and I both know we’re tied spiritually. Now gimme a kiss, ma”, Winston said before he leaned down for a kiss. It was moments like these that turned you on. You loved when he took charge and put your bratty ass in your place.

Almost immediately after, you were barraged by media folk. Winston was pulled away for sound check, so it was just you and Momma Cora for the time being. Moments later, the two of you were escorted to the hospitality suite where all of the dignitaries and speakers were waiting, Winston included.

He welcomed you with open arms, toothy grin, and a peck on the temple. “Baby, I want you to meet Her Excellency Rania of Jordan. Your Excellency, this is my...fiancée, Dr. Khalida Abdullah.”

“Attorney Abdullah! We were just talking about you. Well...your handsome fiancé was talking and I listened. While she’s here, I have to say, Winston, that this suit is quite handsome on you”, the Queen said as she faked fixed you fiancé’s collar and lightly stroked his beard. You stared at Her Excellency like you would any other bitch that would openly flirt with your fiancé in front of you.

“Well, I hope he said good things, Your Excellency.”, you said doing an informal curtsy and shaking her hand, making sure to keep eye contact. She needed to know that she was treading dangerous waters.

“Oh, of course. You’ve been a busy woman with all of the obligations you have. How would you ever have time to please your future husband, let alone yourself?”

Oh, the audacity. Deep in your heart, you wanted to just read Rania for filth. That was at least what she expected and deserved. You re-adjusted your posture and got close to your man,his hand almost instinctively snaked to grip your waist.

“Are you asking me for tips because I think some of us were terribly shocked to shear about your husband’s...royal rendezvous a few months back. Funny how life works.”, you shrugged and winked. Rania may have been the Queen of Jordan, but Khalida Yaa Denae of New Orleans was the undisputed Queen of Petty. Before the Queen could say anything, everyone was escorted to their seats.

The HeForShe IMPACT Summit was a fast-paced assembly. In 2.5 hours, nearly a dozen speakers spoke and not one but TWO full panel discussions took place. With every person that went up and spoke, Winston found himself getting more nervous. During the first panel discussion, you two tried sneaking looks at each other, only to make eye contact with another. You two chuckled and you lightly squeezed his hand.

“You ok, Winston?”, you asked.

“I would say yes but I’d be lying,K.”, he replied.

You looked in his eyes, and sure enough, he was a mix of nerves and adrenaline. There was a fire burning in his eyes that you’d only seen maybe a few times in the past. Now more than ever in the almost 5 years y’all knew each other, he needed you in this very moment. You were a little annoyed with him not saying anything around Queen Rania, but that would be addressed later on.

You squeezed his cheek. “I know. It’s ok to be. Just breathe. Can you do that for me, Wins?”, you pleaded.

“For you, always.”, he remarked kissing your hand.

After another round of speakers, a second panel discussion, and another speaker, it was finally time. There was a video playing in transition for his speech. There were butterflies in your stomach from the moment he got up from his seat and crouched in front of you. “I’m ready, K.”, he whispered in your ear. “You look the fuck good, Wins. Now go out there and think about the balcony raps. You got this.”, you replied. He shot up and walked on the stage. There were a few seconds left in the video, those he took to scan the audience. He looked to the furthest row and on up towards the front where his two of his favorite women were sitting towards the front. Now sitting next to Momma Cora, the two of you locked arms. “I am so proud of my son. Look at him looking so comfortable up there, and look at you--you appear to be more proud than I am.”, Momma Cora said.

“If we’re being honest, Ma, I probably am.”, you chuckled, “It’s his season, Ma, and I’m just happy to be riding along with him.”,you replied.

“You are so precious, my dear.”

The stage lights went back up and there was your Winston standing behind the podium with all the confidence and power in the world. He scanned his eyes towards you, where you greeted him with a cheesy and toothy smile, along with flashing two peace signs. He chuckled, giving you a thumbs up, which prompted the entire audience to lightly chuckle.

During the speechwriting process, you’d joked that his speech would be the first and probably the only thing you’d ever utilize your 5th and final degree, a Ph. D. in Gender Studies, for. He wrote about 75% of it by himself, the rest was through consulting and discussing with you. You never heard the speech in its entirety and you preferred it that way. But boy, nothing prepared you for the passion and power of his speech. He talked about how his upbringing helped shape him and his idea of manhood, especially with his hero, his mom. With utilizing feminism (a term that never ceased to make you roll your womanist eyes), men can use their positions of power and perceived dominance to help bridge the gender gap.

“A man’s responsibility is not to empower women”, he said, “but to be an ally in guaranteeing that women get the whole universe of freedom that [men] take for granted--freedom of expression, freedom of thought and freedom of possibility. There cannot be gender justice if men sit on the sidelines. There cannot be gender justice if men turn a blind eye to abuse. There cannot be gender justice if men have no skin in the game...”

It took all of you and the strength of the ancestors to keep from yelling “PERIODT!” out loud during your fiance’s speech, but the thought of Khadijah Abdullah whooping your grown 28-year-old ass allowed you to resist that urge. Instead, you grinned hard than a Cheshire cat. Looking up at that stage, you saw a world leader with a fire and a passion for gender equality. He utilized his platform to bring about issues that needed to be brought to the forefront. You could sense the few jitters he had slide off of his back and he was debuting the Winston Christopher Duke you’d known for nearly 5 years. The Winston that you’d met at the Black Yale ball was definitely not the same one on the stage. He was more self-aware and self-confident. The energy that attracted you to him had gotten stronger as the years gone by. You saw a MAN. A man that could care less if people called him “soft” or “weak” for speaking out against toxic masculinity. Noticing all of this caused an unexpecting wave of tears to hit you. Even though you were actually sensitive, you hated crying in public. At this point, you could have cared less; you were getting married to goddamn Winston Duke, actor, and 2018 HeForShe IMPACT Summit keynote speaker, and you were there witnessing one of the greatest moments of your life.

You dabbed your face with your free hand to prevent new tears from forming, but to no avail. You were proud. Momma Cora saw your tears and quickly dabbed them with a tissue. “I know”, she simply stated.

As quickly as he time came for him to begin, so too, was it for his time to end. Those 12 minutes zipped by and more than one part of you was happy that it was coming to an end.

“In closing, I’d like to thank the United Nations for creating the HeForShe movement, and through which we men can show our support for gender equality. We have an ambitious goal of engaging 1 billion men and boys as advocates for gender equality and I’ll hope you join us. I’m calling on all men to join this movement. I’m calling on ALL MEN to join THIS movement.” The room erupted in applause. “Now, before I actually go, I’d be remiss if I didn’t brag on one more special woman in my life.” You gave an involuntary bitch face as Winston turned to look at you. You cursed as you quickly figured out what he was about to do. Winston locked eyes with you and bit his lip, “The woman in question is the co-writer of my address. Two of the five degrees she holds are in gender studies, so I knew I had to pick her brilliant brain for assistance in writing possibly the biggest speech of my life. She’s gonna kill me for bragging on her like this, but I had the privilege of meeting her nearly five years ago when she was just starting out with her practice. She was 23 and filled with passion for helping her brother and sisters in the struggle seek justice, no matter the costs. She’s a damn fine lawyer if I say so myself. This year, she was the youngest, first woman, and first person of African descent to be awarded the Richard T. Sheinbloom Award for Merit and Excellence in Law--the highest award for any attorney to receive in the world. She’s been there for me when I was just auditioning for the sake of auditioning, encouraging me along the way. We may have gotten separated on our journey, but when we got back together, we were stronger than ever. She’s one of the most powerful people I can say I know and saying that I love her makes the pleasure even sweeter. The woman in question is no doubt my best friend, my partner in crime, and for the first time in public, in front of all of you, I get to call her my fiancee--one Dr. Khalida Yaa Denae Abdullah. Khalida, I love you with all of my being. With all that being said, I’m HeForShe--are you? Thank you. ”

Everyone got up and clap and cheer, except for you. The wave of tears you thought you’d subdued returned stronger than before. The man of hour finally walked down to the front row, shaking all the speakers’ hands. After embracing his mother, you were the last to receive acknowledgment. Just like when the two of you first met, you stared at each other with smirks on your faces.

“You’ve been crying?”, Winston asked as he brought you in for a hug.

“Hell na--yeah. These are tears of joy. I’m proud of yo ugly ass and imma kill you when we get back.,” you said through a whimper.

“Thank you for everything,Denae.”, he whispered in your ear. There was only one reason he’d ever use just Denae and you were more than eager to get back to the room.

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amorbites · 5 years

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sorry but if you start gushing with me about horror movies, i am legally obligated to assume you're flirting with me!

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thatlesbiannudistcult-stories · 6 years

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Finding Goddess (Chapter One)

Carol breathed deep as she watched the scene unfold before her eyes. It was beautiful in every way imaginable. A pretty girl with hair of gold and the face of an angel, wandering around the streets of some city in the Netherlands, wearing a big confident smile on her face, and nothing else. She moved with such an unearthly grace, wobbling her bubbly little behind sensuously to and fro as she walked, sneaking little caresses and tweaks on her perky little breasts, and acting like it was the most normal thing in the world to do.

It was enough to make Carol want to squeeze her own breasts. So she did. She ran her hands over her well-formed globes, reveled at how firm they felt in her grasp, and giggled at how ticklish her nipples had grown as they hardened against her palms.

The familiar tingles of electricity began to spark through her being, as did the warm wetness between her legs. It was time.

Carol's hand roamed down her body, gently stroking the tender flesh that was completely bereft of cloth. Tracing the orb of her boob, her trim flat stomach, and finally coming to rest in the dark thicket of hair where her treasure awaited. Already, she could feel her innards pulsing with anticipation, ready to accept the pleasure only her touch could provide. She ran her finger down her slit, gently prodded the nub of flesh protruding ever so slightly out of it, and—

"Hey, are you in here? I need to ask you something real...quick..."

—whipped her arm away as she involuntarily spun the chair around to gape in horror at the intruder. A person very familiar to Carol, who had just burst into her room without knocking, and was now looking at her, sitting at her computer, totally naked, visibly aroused, and very close to masturbating.

In most households, this wouldn't have been anything out of the ordinary. It would have just been another page in the ongoing saga of parents catching their teenaged offspring in the act while they surfed the net looking at porn.

This was not a page in that saga. This was not a page in any saga Carol had ever read about. This was a whole other story entirely. For Carol was not the teenaged offspring in this household. She had not been the teenaged offspring of any household for quite some time actually. She was 42 years old, and the person who just so happened to catch her in the act was none other than her own teenaged offspring.

***

"And...? What happened then?"

"Mindy covered her eyes, apologized for barging in, and left. And I redressed myself. And we didn't speak of it ever again."

"Oh, Carol," said Henrietta as she rolled her eyes. "It seemed like as good a time as any to come out of the nudist closet to your daughters already."

"But it was clearly very uncomfortable for her!" said Carol. "I can't subject her and Erin to that kind of awkwardness in their own home."

"How did she look when she saw you?"

"Pardon me?"

"How did Mindy look when she saw you naked? Was she scandalized, sickened, angry, or what?'

"Well, I guess she...kind of had a smile on her face? And...I think maybe she choked back a laugh..."

"Then she didn't care," said Henrietta with a satisfied nod.

"Of course she cared! It was nervous laughter!"

"It may have been nervous, but laughter doesn't lie, Carol. It can mean many things: amusement, happiness, maybe slight discomfort, but never nausea, pain, or hostility. And you said it yourself earlier: Mindy hugged you and gave you a kiss this morning just before she left as if nothing happened. She saw her mother naked, and she didn't care. So why should you?"

"Because it...it would be awkward, especially if it was more than a one-off thing!" said Carol. "And even in the remote chance that it wasn't, then it most definitely would be for Erin too if she ever found out."

"I doubt that," said Henrietta. "And she's probably already found out anyway. There are no secrets between twins, hon. Knowing them, they're probably both laughing about it this very instant. Alongside the rest of their friends who they've likely just told. Catching you naked is probably going to be the talk of that whole trip for them!"

"Ugh, can we not talk about this anymore?" Carol groaned before she downed the glass of orange juice that she now secretly wished was wine. "It's really putting me out of the mood."

"As you wish," said Henrietta as she got up from her chair and rounded the table so she could stand behind her girlfriend and take a nice firm grip on her boobs. Her large bouncy boobs that were completely bare, like the rest of Carol's body. "Though if your tits are anything to go by, you may be more in the mood now than ever. Nipples don't lie either, you know."

"No, I suppose they...don't," said Carol as her lover tenderly massaged her lady mounds. It was true; talking about last night's 'incident' really wasn't putting a damper on her at all. She was just as aroused now as she had been since she threw her clothes off a couple hours ago. "Mmmm, that's so nice."

These were the times Caroline Connors lived for. Lounging around her home without a stitch of clothing on her body, and a charming lady to keep her company. She didn't get many opportunities like this. Work and taking care of two girls by herself meant she had to spend more time than she liked fully dressed, so she cherished every moment she could afford to be in the buff. And now that her girls were going away for a week-long trip with their friends, she had every intention of spending every possible minute of that time the way she was meant to be: naked as the day she was born.

"You like that?" said Henrietta before she gave Carol a kiss on the neck. "You like feeling my hands on your breasts, with not a strip of cloth between them?"

"Mmm, yeah, I do. I love it. I love feeling your hands on my breasts...yes, just like that. I love how you squeeze them. I love how you rub them. I love how you tweak my nipples—oh! Yes, just like that."

"I know you do, love," said Henrietta as she gently pulled at Carol's breasts, coaxing her to stand up. The mother obliged, pushing herself up to her feet with liquid-like grace to show off the rest of her curvy figure. The smile on the still-clothed woman's lips widened just a bit more as she saw her lover's round derriere come into view, jiggling slightly with the movement. "You love to be naked, don't you?"

"I do," said Carol as she leaned back into her, surrendering herself to Henrietta's mercy. "More than anything in the world."

Henrietta ran a hand softly down Carol's form, kneading her fingers gently into the nudist's shivering flesh as she inched ever so lovingly closer to her crotch. "I bet you'd be like this all the time if you could."

"I would," said Carol, stiffening as her lover's finger brushed against the hair of her bush. "I'd be naked all the time if I could. I wouldn't even own any clothes!"

"You'd be naked forever, wouldn't you?" said Henrietta as she ran a finger down the groove of Carol's sex, curling it ever so slightly at the end, prodding the sensitive flesh within.

"I would!" gasped Caroline, pushing her hips forward in an effort to thrust her lover deeper inside of her. "There's nothing I want more than to be naked forever!"

Henrietta sunk a finger inside her.

"And ever!"

Her thumb found Carol's clit and began to encircle it.

"And ever! Ah-AHHHHH!"

Carol's orgasm came fast. Her body jolted in Henrietta's arms with every wet gush she unleashed. It was very unbecoming of a nudist to be so turned on by her own nudity, to be so sexual with it, but Carol couldn't help it; it was very arousing to just be without clothes. And the thought of going for such long amounts of time without them on her body was the most erotic thing she could imagine. If only it were possible...

"And what if I were to tell you," said Henrietta, still speaking in that husky whispering voice of hers, "that it were actually possible?"

Still reeling from her sexual high, and feeling a little limp with only her lover's support keeping her on her feet, Carol merely half-giggled: "I'd ask 'how?'"

Henrietta guided the naked woman back into her chair before she answered, running a hand affectionately down her back and along her rump for good measure. "Well, I'd say it would involve getting into the car with me and driving up to New Deastone for starters."

"Huh? New Deastone?" That wasn't the kind of thing Carol expected to hear amidst their dirty talk. Heck, that didn't sound like dirty talk at all.

Henrietta returned to her seat at the other end of the table. "I'm saying that we should take a road trip to New Deastone tomorrow."

"That's about two hours away," said Carol. "What reason could we possibly have to go to that city?"

"I just told you," said Henrietta.

"You didn't say anything," Carol huffed, growing annoyed by her friend's sudden coyness. What kind of game was Henrietta playing?

Henrietta rolled her eyes playfully. "Are you going senile already? I said that if we went to New Deastone, then it just might be possible we'll find a way to make you naked forever."

"Oh, yeah, that. I'm still trying to wrap my head around what the joke is." She waited for Henrietta to grace her with a response. She didn't, save for a long unblinking stare and a prolonged smile on her face. "Wait, are you being serious?"

"I am."

"That's ridiculous!"

"I thought so too. But I saw it with my own eyes when I was there last week. Women just walking around the streets without anything on. Pretty ones too, might I say. You'd like them. I know I did."

"It was probably just a publicity stunt or something. You know how I get off on those nude in public things."

Henrietta's smile seemed to falter, and for a moment, even she started to look unsure. But like a rubber band, it snapped back into place just as quickly. "Maybe it was...but I was able to talk to them for a few minutes anyway. I asked them if they were afraid of getting arrested, and they said it was fine, that their particular 'brand' of nudity was legal. One girl even told me that she had been going six months straight without wearing any clothes."

"Six months naked?" How could anyone have a naked streak last that long? Carol was lucky if she could get a whole 24 hours. "And you actually believed that?"

"I can't say if I know for sure if it's true. But what if it actually is, Carol? What if there really is a place where you can go naked anywhere and everywhere for as long as you like, and that it was only a stone's throw away?"

"A two-hour drive is not what I'd call a stone's throw away, Henri."

"That's not the point! The point, Carol, is doesn't that make you at least a little curious? Wouldn't you want to see what's going on in New Deastone that would allow public nudity? Don't you want to see if your dream is actually possible?"

"It's not possible and you know it isn't," said Carol with a sigh. She loved to be naked, but she had to be realistic. "Besides, it's still a long ways off. This is going to be the longest time I'll ever have the house to myself, and the longest number of days that I can enjoy full nudity. I don't want to waste them on a road trip where I'll have to put clothes on again."

Henrietta's smile took an almost devilish turn. "Then don't wear them."

Carol blinked. "I beg your pardon?"

"Don't wear them. Just get in the car as you are Carol, butt-naked, and go to New Deastone with me like that."

"Now you're being ridiculous."

"Come on, Carol! Where's the naughty girl you told me about who would gleefully go on streaking dares at college? Where's the little she-devil who attended her classes wearing only a raincoat with nothing underneath? Where's the playful exhibitionist who would conveniently 'lose' her bikini on the water slide?"

"She got a job, married, widowed, a couple kids, and had to become responsible," said Carol with a sad sigh. God, she missed those days of reckless youth where she didn't care what polite society had to say about the female body in its natural state. Everything felt so free then—not as free as she would like them to be, but more than they ever had been before and after. Now the most she could do was be nude at home with what few hours she had to herself.

That, and go everywhere without wearing any underwear whatsoever.

"Carol honey, live a little!" said Henrietta. "Being cooped up in this house all weekend is no fun on our time off when we could do something exciting for once. Go to the big city, look for naked chicks, see how long we can keep YOU naked..." She got up from her seat again and sauntered back over to Carol, shoving the nude woman's chair back so she could straddle her lap and sit with her. "Don't you think that'd be really sexy?"

Carol wanted to say no, but a pelvic thrust from her clothed lover into her bare crotch snuffed it out. And she knew it would have been a lie anyway. Going to the city naked and putting herself as far away from her clothes as she could, was an incredibly sexy prospect. As was the prospect of seeing real living girls walking around in the actual naked flesh. It was something she would have killed for.

And...if it really is possible for me to be legally nude...

No it wasn't. Of course it wasn't, and Carol would be foolish to even consider it.

But she would never stop fantasizing over it. She would never stop dreaming about it. She would never stop wanting it. And with Henrietta grinding her form on Carol, stimulating her, exciting her, making her heat rise...she knew she would never stop getting off on it.

The image of her running stark naked through the city streets never left Caroline's head even after she all but carried her lover to the bedroom where they would continue their tryst in a more comfortable location.

#Finding Goddess #Carol #zenrist #zenrism

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Jungkook Scenario : You Find Him Cheating On You (Part 3)

Part 1, HERE. Part 2, HERE.

You glanced one last time at your image in the mirror before leaving your apartment. You were wearing a tight jean skirt that hugged all your curves in the right places, accompanied by a simple white shirt. Your outfit looked simple, however you felt the simple look highlighted your natural beauty.

Something that your needed for today, to give you extra confidence.

You slipped some black velvet strapped heels, which had a pretty flower embroidery. Now you felt completely ready and confident for today.

Quickly, you exited your apartment, closing the autmatic door behind you with an electronic sound. You started making your way to your taxi cab that was waiting for you in the entrance of your apartment. Indeed you were really nervous, and was neing showed in the way that your palms sweated frantically.

You were meeting JXK’s manager, in their company building, to discuss about their proposition to you, to participate in the program of We Got Married with one of their idols, Dawon. You had thought a lot about the possibility of accepting the offer, it really had more advantages than everything. It would skyrocket your popularity, it wasn’t as if you wanted to be famous, but you did wanted to have an accomodated life, and this deal would promote you different promotions of products.

Nonetheless, you were supossedly in a relationship with Jungkook.. until you found him cheating on you, 4 days ago, now you didn’t knew what were both of you. And if you were dating in real life with Jungkook, it would be sort of uncomfortable to virtually ‘married’ to another man, right?.

You sighted, reaching for the foor of your cab. The status of your relationship with Jungkook was really complicated right now, as you didn’t knew if you were still a couple, or exes. Trully, you had suffered massively after you learned his unfaithfullness, as what you feared the most was the betrayal of someone that you had trusted in. Depression had consumed you for almost two days, until you had snapped out of it, realizing that you should give him another opportunity, due to the fact that he had demonstrated that he was truly sorry.

Now, after talking with the manager, you would meet him at your usual spot in your favourite cafe, at nearly midnight, the only hour he would be available, due to his new song promotions.

You accomodated your purse over your lap, as you stared outside the window of the cab, merging your worries with the urban scenery of the streets of Seoul for what he ride lasted, and you had to return to your present worries

The building in front of your looked really imponent and elegant, making you feel intimidated. You just shrugged this thought away and walked through the immense glass doors.

The lobby of LUUN Entretainment was huge sincerilly, in comparison of the Big Hit building, that was modern, but humble in size.

The walls were covered in a shiny marble, that if the design modern design of the building wasn’t enough to make it fancy, this elevated the level of elegance hugely.

You sighted, walking towards the desk of the receptionist, hearing the sound of your heels into the tile floor.

“Good evening?” You politely asked her, catching her attention from the documents behind the oak desk. She was really attractive, and her eyes looked really sincere and warm. “I am looking for the manager of the group JXK-“

“Miss Y/L/N! Good evening, we have been waiting for your visit.” She gushed with a smile. Did all of the staff of this agency knew about the offer the manager proposed you? “Manager nim told me to call him inmediately if I saw you approach the company, he would be glad to see you. Please take a seat while I call him”

You smiled her. She indeed erradiated elegance, fitting perfectly with the concept of the company. Your thoughts quickly drifted away with anxiety, imagining how would the program would consist in.

Of course you had heard about ‘We Got Married’, it was really a popular program in the Korean Television. Artists got ‘Married’ in some sort of way, and started living as a married couple. Once you had the fantasy that you could be called and told to participate marrying Jungkook.

You had told him this in a joking way while you were playing video games, as then if he realized you indeed desired, he would have teased you till the end of your days. You couldn’t help but smile with this sweet memory. However, this smile faded away and was replaced with a pout, when you remembered his answer.

“Baby, that would be impossible you know” He answered you, laughing, as he paused the game to look at you with an amused smile in his eyes. “My company does not let us participate in ‘We Got Married’”

“Why?” You Gad asked him out of curiosity.

“Ah... I sure that Namjoon-hyuna explained it, but I don’t remember.” He scratcher his head while sighting. “Anyways, why do you ask that?. Are you so impatient to marry me?”

This question was accompanied by a tickle attack from him towards your body. Both of you had been having a tickled fight on the floor, while giggling uncontrollably. Finally, when both of you had stopped laughing, him positioned over your body, with both arms on the sides of your head, he had said:

“Don’t worry, in some years.. I think I would love to propose to you.” He looked straight into your eyes, having a look in his eyes that told you he wasn’t joking anymore, and meant every word, making your heart skip a beat.

Who would have thought that it would be the same guy that made your heart almost stop working, be found cheating with a girl he barely knew?-

“..Miss Y/L/N?. Miss?” Your head shooted rapidly to the direction of the receptionist. She had the phone of he company in one hand, while looking at you expectantly. “Manager-nim is waiting for you on the third floor.”

You quickly picked up your things and made your way into the elevator, thanking her. Quickly, you pressed the third floor button when the elevator had arrived to your call.

You still were very anxious. And your face and expressions demonstrated it, as your looked into the mirror. Your right foot kept tapping into the ground rapidly, while your face had some sort of scared look.

Somehow, you were still clueless about the reason of their proposition towards you. You weren’t that famous, or visual like pretty. You were scared that this was a joke, a hidden camera prank of some reality program.

Ding.

The doors of the elevator opened, showing you the smiling face of a man in his mid thirties. He had short black hair, and his square like face was framed with some modern glasses.

“Miss Y/L/N, how are you? It is a pleasure to finally meet you.” He extender his hand towards you. You took it without giving it a second thought. “I am truly pleased for your visit, we have been waiting for your answer. Please accompany me this way to speak more comfortable.”

He leaded through the hallways, taking you into a conference room that was really finely decorated in your opinion. He gestured towards a really comfortable looking conference chair, and you took seat. He positioned in the seat across you, taking some documents from the table.

“I am really glad that you accepted my proposal Miss Y/L/N. The apparition in this new program would really sky rocket our popularity, well I mean, yours and of Dawon.” He mentioned while passing through the papers in the document file.

Dawon.. He was one of the most popular members, if not the most popular member of the enemy band of BTS, JXK. Why had learned a few days ago that you were the ideal type of him, while watching an interview, and right after that, you were called by the grupo manager to participate in the program. You just wondered, did he knew about your participation in the program? Had he requested his company to place you and him on the program on purpose? .

“..Okay.” The manager said, while aligning the documents in a vertical position and giving them a pat into the desk, then, he handed them into your desk area. “These are the documents that the producers of the program have requested for you to sign, and you are not part of a company, they decided that we should be the bridge through, so that LUUN entertainment would hand in the signed documents altogether. “

You noded, while examining the documents, indeed all of the legal process was well explained in here.

“Regarding our Dawon, he doesn’t know about the your participation in the program.” This statement gathered tot attention from the documents. The manager was watching you amused. “U mean, he does know he would be participating in the program, but the person he would be marrying remains unknown.”

Your theories about his obligation to the company for your participation were now destroyed, if he wasn’t the one porting this, then who did it?.

“The idea for you participating in the program came from our team, as we watched how did the nerizens reacted to his mention towards you in the music show the other day, si believe that you are familiar with that interview, right?” Now everything made sense, as he kept explaining. “Did you knew that you became the most searched couple in the search engines of the country that day?.”

Right now, you didn’t knew how to feel about the situation. To feel impressed and unexplainably proud of the attention that you had gathered, even coming to a point that producers wanted you in their reality program, or the fact that the way in which the manager seemed to know everything that you had wondered. Explaining everything as a spider that had an ant on it’s web.

“Going In to the details about the filming dates, unfortunately, the filming would start early in the morning. First in the morning, near five, the crew would start filming the first interviews, talking about your expectations and other themes that they usually talk about in the beginning. Then, the first meeting would take place during the afternoon, as you know, the filming could take hours.” He explained detailedly, looking profoundly at you. “Finally, the ceremony of the ‘Marriage’ would occur the next day, at half day, what occurs next is explained detailledly on the documents I just gave you.”

“And... that means that the production team would pick me up from my apartment tomorrow really early in the morning right?” You asked, cautiously, as you feared that it could possibly affect the meeting that you had arranged after with Jungkook, to speak about all of what had happened, now that both of you had calmed. You had agreed to meet at your favorite spot near midnight, as it was the only time available with his busy schedules.

The filming place couldn’t be that far away right?

“Well, no. I’m afraid that you would be leaving for Busan, as it is the home place of Dawon, so the van would pick you up today, two hours before midnight.” Suddenly, you felt as if your body had freezed entirely, and the anxiety that you had battled, had returned. “Miss Y/L/N, is everything alright..?” He asked leaning to look into your face, procupied.

You had left your mouth hanging open, while staring at him blankly. If you went for the program, you would not be able to meet with Jungkook today! And who knows which would be the next available day that both of you could meet...

“Is there any way that the recording day could be delayed?” You inquired desesperartedly, sitting up straight.

“I’m afraid no. The production team has planed for everything to be on those days, and delaying it could cause thousands of dollars to be lost.” He mentioned slowly. “Everything is well calculated, and even the delay for an hour can cause problems for the contract that the production has made for the program. It really can’t be helped.”

You sighted, slumping into the comfortable chair. If you choose to keep participating on the program, you would solely win things. However, if you chose to cancel your participation, you would only meet Jungkook, your boyfriend who had meet you, but, you would not have any endorsement deals or your own fame. You knew that lost of your followers were Armys, and if they learned that you had broken up with Jungkook, they would unsubscribe, leaving you with few subscribers.

You had to choose this deal. It was really a huge step for your career. Your mom had always told you that your career was far more important than men, and you had promised her that you would keep your word.

You took a deep breath, decidedly. Next, you grabbed a pen, and signed the documents that the Manager had gave you, then you pushed them towards his direction, sitting up.

“Okay, I accept this proposal. Could you please give me a moment to arrange some plans?” You pursed your lips.

“Sure. I would be waiting here, making the final adjustments. You made a good desition Miss.” You heard him say as you exited the room, looking for your phone in your purse.

As you were pressuring your back into one of the walls near the conference from you were just in, you quickly dialed the number of Jungkook, closing your eyes. It would be the first time you talked in the phone since what happened.

“Hello?” A different voice from your boyfriend talked from his phone.

“H-hello.. Who is this?”

“Ah, Y/N-ah! I’m Sejin, BTS Manager!. “ The man on the line answered joyfully, as you now recognized his voice as the kind older brother that BTS had as a manager. “How have you been?”

“Well, well, Sejin-oppa. Is... is Jungkook there?”

“I’m afraid he is busy right now. They are filming an interview.”

“Oh..” You cursed into your thoughts. You were not going to have an opportunity to talk to Jungkook before canceling him.. “Emm.. When is he going to end the interview?”

“I believe in 10 minutes or so.” He answered quickly, as he sensed your distress. “However, he have to head quickly to the next program, that just Jungkook and Suga have been invited, it is going to be filming all through the night, and we have agreed on it for weeks, so we could not move it into another day..”

You felt your body freeze for a second time in this hour. Had he lied to you when he said he would met you? He clearly busy enough during that hour...

Blood rushes to your face, as you felt your stomach churning with anger. You hated being tricked on, even more than being betrayed. It made your feel like a fool, and that people could take an easy advantage over you.

You just hated it.

“Sejin-oppa?” You asked, trying that your voice didn’t sound as if you were mad, but it probably did. He was such a jerk! “Is there any way in which I could talk with Jungkook right now? It is really important.”

“Y/N-ah I already told you it is impossible at the moment...” You letted out a shaky breath.

“Then, I would leave a message.” You decided. You didn’t want to write this trough a text message, as it wouldn’t create the same impact as it would if Sejin told him. “Can you please tell him that you have learned that I would be marrying his best friend?. Thank you Sejin-oppa, take care.”

“..What? Y/N-“ You hanged up.

You blocked your phone, saving it into your purse, as you walked with a new gained courage into the meeting room. You always teased Jungkook that Dawon was his best friend, as the media ussualy compared them, and made them compete against one another. They were each other’s competition, and it that bothered the Bangtan Bunny sometimes.

“Y/L/N are you ready to leave? I have called the producers, and they told me that they can pick you up from this company, unless you would want to bring something from your house?.” The manager asked you politely, already standing up to leave the room. “But I have to mention that, they will provide you anything that you need in there.”

You did had everything you needed, you had a telephone charger, your phone, earbuds, and your vlog camera, which you had grabbed due to an impuse before leaving the house. You were almost ready.

“No, it’s alright. I think that I would prefer that they pick me up from here, Manager-nim. Thank you.”

“Great, okay, so we need you to be kept hidden in one of the silence rooms, as we don’t want you to be discovered by any of the JXF members, they could tell Dawon who his wife is” He told you laughing, as he leaded the way out of the room, and into some corridors.

‘Dawon really had interest on you.’ You guessed.

“Please enter here. I will come to retrieve you when the van arrives.” The Manager told you while closing the door behind you., and left. This room was a lot smaller than the other one, but still took the role for a meeting room, only that for two people. The door that you had just entered in was made out of glass, however it had that plastic over it, that you almost couldn’t see what was behind it, just some shadows.

You sittes in one of the chairs, facing towards the door, preparing yourself to wait. It haven’t passed long when you heard some footsteps approaching. You quickly took your sight from your cellphone, and examined the glass doors.

“...like her face is really pretty, you know?” You heard a male voice say.

“Man, you are really obsessed.” Another male said, laughing.

“And also her personality..” the first voice kept ramping.

“Could you just shut up? I feel like my ears are bleeding from hearing you.” A new male voice said, with an nonchalantly tone.

“Wah, I wish that my supposed wife resembles her personality... she has the best one I have ever meet, plus she is different from the ones we usually meet.”

“Could you just tell him to stop?” The nonchalantly one told the other voice, you supposed.

“If I meet her someday, I would never let her go. I would never make her cry, like the other time I saw her... she was devastated, it almost broke my heart seeing her like that. She doesn’t deserved what had happened to her..” Was he.. Dawon?.. And he was talking about you? Your eyes popped out with surprise, an ’o’ forming in your mouth.

The steps faded away , as your heart began racing impatiently. He was really talking about you, saying all those sweet, and honey-dripping things. I little but cringe in your opinion, but cute. You patted your cheeks trying to make the heat from the blush fade away, it wasn’t everyday that you received compliments like that, a half smile formed in your face.

This had just begun to get interesting.

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