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psychedelic-ink · 6 months

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We Fall Like Snow ║ Part IV

series summary: After the events that took place at the Cliff Beasts set, needless to say as his bodyguard (and friend) you became overprotective of Dieter. You have all your worries under control until you accidentally flip over a young fan by grabbing her wrist, causing the media to stir with speculations as to why. Luckily Dieter's family arrives in the nick of time, scooping you both from New York to their cozy cabin; however winter wonderland can't last forever and you need to face the consequences of your actions sooner or later.

pairing: Dieter Bravo x bodyguard!ofc; Amina Addams, written in reader format

chapter summary: labeling your relationship with dieter as romantic one was never an option.

word count: 4.9k

chapter warnings: morning oral sex (giving), dirty talk, mouth fucking, little bit of cum play, lot of holiday fluff, adaline breaks out the karaoke machine; dieter is not amused, tinsy bit of angst, secret relationship, fluff fluff fluff

**dividers by the amazing @saradika

The winter sun filters through the window, casting its warm glow upon your face as you awaken. You hear the soft breathing of Dieter beside you, and turn to look at him. His face is peaceful in sleep, his hair a disheveled mess that you can't help but gently brush away from his forehead. He stirs, waking up with a sleepy smile, his eyes slowly flutter open. The way the corners of his eyes crinkle makes you want to lean in and kiss each and every line individually— You really have it bad for him, and you're not sure if it's a good thing.

He wraps his arms around you and pulls you closer, his nose nudging into the crook of your neck. Dieter hums at the warmth of your skin and you shudder at the feeling of the cold tip of his nose. The morning feels fresh and new. Your mind still lingers on what Shannon told you last night. You take a mental note to tell Dieter when the two of you are fully awake.

“‘Morning,” he says, voice deep with sleep. “I can’t believe you’re actually here. I was scared that I dreamt it all,”

“Nope,” you answer with a chuckle. “I’m afraid it was very much real. You’re stuck with me now,”

“You work with me, we were already stuck together.”

Dieter's hands slide down your waist, his fingers grazing your skin before they come to rest on your buttocks. He cups your asscheeks firmly, his touch sending shivers down your spine as he pushes your hips into a slow, sensual roll. Your chest heaves at the feeling of his cock hard and bare against your thigh. Swallowing, you place your hands on his shoulders for some sense of stability.

“D-Dieter,”

“Yeah, baby?”

His lips touch your forehead and you bite the inside of your cheek. You can’t ignore the way heat pools between your legs, you’re still wearing one of his shirts from last night. Dieter’s hand moves to your sex, dragging his fingers between your folds. The way he groans makes your heart nearly leap from your throat.

“Still wet,” he hums. “Can I fuck you?”

Your head falls back, your body arching into his touch. You close your eyes hoping to clear your mind. Before he fucks you senseless, you have things you need to say. You two worked together, which meant any semblance of a decent relationship is thrown out the window. You breathe in through your nose and exhale from your mouth. His fingers circle your clit, forcing a moan to drop from your lips.

“Before you do,” you say, opening your eyes to meet his gaze. “I need you to promise me not to tell anyone about this,”

“About what?”

“About—” you avert his gaze, gesturing vaguely between the two of you. “Whatever this is. This can’t be a regular thing, at least not when we go back. They already have pictures of us,”

“Pictures?”

“From yesterday when we were ice skating. They got a shot of us skating together,”

“So?”

He sounds agitated, which in turn annoys you. Of course, he doesn’t understand, Dieter understands nothing when it comes to responsibility.

“Shannon called me last night, she doesn’t want this to snowball into anything bigger. People are going to think I attacked that fan because I’m in love with you or something,”

“And that would be bad because…?”

“Because I’m not in love with you. And that’s not the reason I accidentally threw that girl over my shoulder,” you snap, the tension between you growing thicker with each passing moment.

“Ah,” he says dumbly. “Okay. Yeah, that makes sense.”

You’re not a fan of the way he’s looking at you; his eyes glossing over and dropping to your neck to avoid looking at your face. You’re not sure what it is that makes sense to him, but you let it go. This is harder than you thought. Dieter had multiple one-night (or two-night) stands, and you want him to treat you no different.

At least that’s what your common sense is telling you.

You continue to lay in his arms, and your heart steadily beats, the sound of it filling the silence.

The sadness on Dieter's face makes you feel uneasy. You can see it etched in the lines around his eyes and the downturn of his mouth. He withdraws his fingers, they now lay on your hip, leaving wet streaks on your skin. Your eyes frantically search his face, and a beat later you wrap your fingers around his softening cock, squeezing it lightly.

Dieter jumps, a garbled moan dropping from his lips. He squeezes his eyes shut, and his hips stutter forward.

“What—” his voice trembles and he gulps. “What are you doing?”

You can feel the warmth and pulse of his arousal. You’re not sure what you’re doing either. The only thing you do know is that you wanted to wipe that sad expression from his face. It's a small gesture, but it's enough to chase away the shadows from his eyes. You swipe the pad of your thumb across his slit, a bead of precum caught against your finger. With a smile, you lazily begin to move your hand up and down his hardening length.

“I was just thinking I should return the favor from last night. Is that okay?”

“It’s more than okay—” his breath hitches as you disappear underneath the sheets, your lips ghosting the length of his cock. “If your pretty mouth feels half as good as it did in my imagination I’m in for a ride,”

Dieter pushes the sheets down enough to free your head, you look up at him between heavy lashes. You drag the tip of your tongue from the base of his cock to the tip, he whimpers.

“Did you think a lot about my mouth?”

“Every time you opened it,”

The words send a ripple of arousal through you, you press your thighs together, ignoring the slippery feeling of the skin in between. You tentatively give the tip a kiss then swirl your tongue around the fat head of his cock. Now that the fog of your near-death experience has been lifted, he seems and feels bigger somehow. It’s hard to believe last night he was inside, drilling into you like there was no tomorrow.

His cock twitches when you wrap your lips around the head and push forward, taking half of him in. Dieter groans with need, hips thrusting into your mouth. You choke and swallow as your mouth fills with saliva, precum coats your tongue, the taste bitter.

“Fuck, sorry sorry,” he breathes out a chuckle, hand finding the back of your neck and stroking it. “You’re taking it so well, sweetheart. ‘Look so good down there, lips spread with my cock.”

An involuntary moan rattles in your throat and you slowly spread your fingers across his thighs. Dieter takes a sharp inhale through his nose, his fingers tightening around your nape. You take him all the way and your chin aches at the pressure, you swallow repeatedly, mouth filling with the taste of him and spit. A bit of it trickles down the corner of your lips and you feel the pad of his thumb swiping at your skin.

“So pretty,” he says, voice hoarse. “I kinda wanna ask you how it feels but your mouth is full,”

You roll your eyes at that, a ghost of a smile tugs at the corner of your lips; barely noticeable as you begin to bob your head up and down his cock. Your tongue slides along the length of him, teasing until he breaks and moans out in pleasure. Your hands slide up along his hips, thumbs softly caressing the curve of his stomach, you feel him trembling underneath you.

The effect you have on him is intoxicating, blinding, and deafening.

The sounds he makes grow louder, deep down you want to tell him to be quiet, that his family might hear, but some other twisted part of you screams the hell with it—You want to hear his moans. You want him to scream your name when he inevitably comes in your mouth.

With a gasp, you tear away from him, and his sharp whine cuts through the silence as you wrap your fingers around his length. Stroking him, you kiss the skin right above the base of his cock. Everything feels so wet.

“Dieter,” you hum and press another kiss into his skin. He shivers. “I want you to fuck my mouth,”

A line of precum drips down the head of his cock and you swipe it away with the flat of your tongue. You groan at the taste.

“Oh god—fuck—are you serious?” he looks down and you nod, your hand leisurely moving along his length. “You’re going to be the death of me,”

He breathes heavily through his nose, both hands cradling the back of your head, thumbs gently stroking the skin.

Dieter gives you one last look before indulging himself completely. His hips thrust up with vigor, nails biting into your scalp as he buries his cock all the way down your throat. Much to your surprise, he holds you there, your nose buried in his soft curls as you breathe heavily around him. Your throat convulses and he groans, pushing himself deeper. You can barely breathe, your lungs burning. But you can’t bring yourself to pull away, not when his cock is twitching so deliciously on your tongue.

Your eyes are fogged with tears when you look up. Dieter’s lips are parted, the most sultry noises falling from his lips. The back of his head is buried in the pillows, his back slightly arched off the bed.

“That’s it, take it just like that,” he groans. “I’m going to come down your pretty throat, and you’ll swallow like the good girl you are, right?”

As soon as you give a barely perceptible nod, Dieter starts to pull back his hips. The sudden movement catches you off guard and you're momentarily taken aback. You feel a rush of oxygen fill your lungs, a sense of relief washing over you as you take in a deep breath. It's a fleeting moment, however, when he rams his cock back in, drawing a strangled moan from your throat.

You quickly flatten your tongue against the underside of his cock, savoring the taste of him and the warmth of his skin. You hollow out your cheeks, spit and cum dribble down your chin and down your neck.

“Fuuckkk—You’re doing so good— I’m so close. So so fucking close—Shit—”

Dieter spills into your mouth and your nails dig into his burning skin, a weak attempt to ground yourself to reality. You swallow him down, desperately fighting the urge to pull back in a coughing fit.

The most sinful sigh leaves Dieter’s lips as he holds you there, your nose touching his skin. His cock throbs and lays heavy on your tongue, you feel your own arousal dripping out of you. Your chin starts to ache as you continue to swallow him down, he rolls his hips one last time before pulling out, softening cock falling onto his stomach.

“Come here—” his hands reach down, helping you move up his body. “Come here right fucking now,”

The way Dieter kisses you is intoxicating. He licks into your mouth, tasting the remnants of himself. The same hands that roughly pulled you up now slide down your back, firmly cupping your ass. He stifles your moan by sucking your tongue. At this moment you swear that you’re the only one occupying this earth, you and him, dancing within time and consuming one another. The room around you spins and spins—It spins until you’re gasping for air.

“I want you to sit on my face,” Dieter says, wet lips touching your forehead. “Wanna see how wet you got while sucking my cock,”

You heave out a laugh, heat licks the bottom of your spine. “I don’t think we have time baby boy,”

Your eyebrows raise with amusement when he shudders, his eyes fluttering closed.

“Call me that again,”

“Hmm baby boy,” you start grinning like this moment is going to last forever. “We have work to do,”

His face drops, eyes immediately opening wide. “What work?” he pouts, his brows knitting together in a cute frown. “I’m on vacation, and so are you,”

“God, do I really scare you that much?” you ask with amusement. “Look, you’re going to be wrestling Everrett tomorrow and I refuse to eat my own words. You’re going to beat him,”

Dieter sighs and starts to draw lazy circles on your hip bone with his thumbs. "I hate to break it to you, but I've never actually beaten him. You betted on the wrong horse."

“I most certainly did not.”

The air is crisp and fresh, with a slight hint of frost. It's invigorating but also makes your skin feel dry and tight. You pull your jacket tighter around you, trying to shield yourself from the cold. Despite the chill, you feel a sense of exhilaration as you take in the cold air.

You take a few steps onto the snow-covered ground and feel the chill of the frozen earth beneath your feet. You can see your breath as you exhale, white puffs of steam in the cold air. You turn to Dieter and give him a nod, signaling that you're ready to begin.

"First things first," you say, "We need to get our footing right. See how I'm standing with my feet shoulder-width apart and my weight evenly distributed on both legs? That's called a neutral position. It's the starting point for most wrestling moves."

You demonstrate a few different footwork drills, moving around the snow-covered ground and showing Dieter how to shuffle his feet and change direction quickly. As you move, you can feel the cold rushing past your face.

"Now let's work on some basic offensive moves," you say.

You stand with your feet shoulder-width apart, fists raised in front of your face as you watch Dieter mimic your stance. But as you begin to demonstrate the first punching combination, it becomes clear to you that Dieter is struggling. His punches are weak and unsure, and he keeps fumbling as he tries to follow your instructions.

You can see the frustration and disappointment written all over Dieter's face, "Come on Dieter, don't give up now," you say, trying to sound encouraging. "You’re doing great,"

But Dieter shakes his head, "You’re lying. I absolutely suck at this," he says, looking up to the sky. "And it’s not surprising considering the only workout I've ever done is... well, you know."

"Don't sell yourself short, Dieter," you place both hands on his shoulders, forcing him to look at you. "How about this, you’re an actor. I’ve seen you do similar stunts, just think of this something you have to do in order to land the part."

He groans but takes a fighting stance anyway, you tackle him but much to your surprise, Dieter manages to get the upper hand. He takes you down to the cold, hard ground, his weight bearing down on you as he straddles your waist. You can feel his breath on your face, hot and heavy. For a moment, you think he's going to lean down and kiss you, and your heart races.

Despite the chill, you feel a warmth spreading through your body. Now regretting not taking up Dieter’s offer to sit on his face earlier this morning— You feel alive and electric, every sense heightened and alert.

Dieter hovers above you, and you can feel the cool breeze on your skin. You're lost in the moment, completely focused on each other.

Just as you think Dieter is about to lean in and close the distance between you, you hear a voice calling out from afar. Reality comes crashing back, and you reluctantly break apart, both of you laughing awkwardly as you stand up and dust off the snow.

“I don’t care how much you two train, there’s no way he’s going to win,” Everett calls out with his trademark grin. “Anyway, we’re decorating the tree. Adaline told me to call you two inside,”

“Sounds to me you’re nervous,” you say, walking up to the door with Dieter. “And you know what? You should be,”

The three of you step inside, you sigh happily at the warmth hugging your body, a small shiver running along the sides of your body.

When you take another step, you feel a pair of nimble arms hugging you tight. Shocked, your hands hover in the air momentarily before returning the gesture.

“Dieter told us what happened last night when you were sleeping,” Adaline says, her voice filled with worry. “I’m glad you’re okay. It must’ve been scary,”

When on earth did he tell them?

“That’s kind of you but I’m alright, thanks to your son,”

Adaline reaches out and pinches Dieter’s cheek, “He has his moments,” she answers with a wide smile. “Anyway, come on in, get cozy and hang an ornament,”

Dieter rolls his eyes and grumbles. "Geez, Mom. You sound like an infomercial. 'Get cozy and hang an ornament! Order now and receive a free tinsel strand!' "

“Oh, hush.”

You’re not immune to the way Dieter looks at you when a snort cheats its way through your laughter. You clap your hand over your mouth but he only smiles.

You stand back and observe as Dieter's family bustles around the Christmas tree, hanging ornaments and stringing lights. Adaline hums along to the festive tunes playing on the radio as she carefully hangs a delicate glass angel on a high branch. Claus, grumbles good-naturedly as he struggles to untangle a string of lights. Everett playfully teases Dieter as they both hang shiny tinsel on the branches.

The scent of gingerbread fills the air, making your mouth water. Adaline must’ve been busy baking while you and Dieter were wrestling in the cold—You do feel slightly guilty for not offering to help.

Dieter notices you standing off to the side and beckons you over. "Come help us instead of just staring," he says with a grin. You smile and join them, picking out a bright red ball ornament to hang on the tree.

As you hang the ornament, you feel Dieter’s heat right next to you. "We always used to put the angel on top of the tree," he explains. "And my mom would always hide a pickle ornament somewhere on the tree, and the person who found it got an extra present on Christmas morning."

“Oh that’s adorable—”

“Ask him who always found the pickle,” Everett chimes in. “He cheated constantly,”

“I did not!”

Everett sticks his tongue out and from the corner of your eyes you see Dieter’s mom smiling from ear to ear, something tells you she has a pickle ornament hidden somewhere in the tree. She catches your gaze and her smile widens into a grin.

The tree starting to take shape, you can't help but sneak glances at Dieter as you work. The soft glow of the lights and the happy chatter of the family has you feeling like hot chocolate with marshmallows floating on top. If everything could stay like this forever you wouldn’t have any objections whatsoever.

You stand back and admire the fully decorated tree. It's a true masterpiece, filled with sparkling ornaments and twinkling lights. Dieter's face lights up as he points out his favorite ornament, a hand-painted wooden nutcracker.

You smile at Dieter and squeeze his hand when no one else can see.

“Absolutely not.”

“Pleaseeeeee--”

“No.”

“Why not?” you whine. You’re sitting on the floor with Dieter’s mom next to you and between the two of you sits an old karaoke machine. “It’s just one little song,”

Dieter looks down at you from the couch, the crease between his brows deep.

“I don’t sing, sweetheart.”

Claus cuts in, eyes rolling at his son, “You’re really going to make your mother and friend sad just because you might look silly?”

“I’m doing you guys a favor. Your eyes will bleed as soon as I start to sing,”

Everett waves his hand, “I’ve heard you plenty of times in the shower. You’re not that bad,”

“How about I sing with you…like…like a duet?” you say, the living room falling into silence as soon as the question leaves your lips.

In response to the silence, you hold your breath and look down. You feel his eyes moving across your face— a curious yet warm gaze that makes your pulse quicken.

After a moment of contemplation, Dieter sighs and nods. "Fine," he says with a smile. "But you have to promise to never tell anyone about this."

With a grin you stand, Dieter takes his place next to you, uneasy as Adaline plugs in the machine and hands you both the dusty microphones. Dieter touches your shoulder and gestures for you to turn your back to the rest of the family, he does the same.

“What are we going to sing anyway?” Dieter grunts, his eyes fixated on you.

“First give me your hand,” you say and he does so with a raise of an eyebrow. You start to trace his name into his palm, slowly. His eyes widen, his breathing quick as his eyes drop to your fingers. “Feeling better?” you ask when you’re done tracing the R.

“Baby It’s cold outside.” he says suddenly.

“Uh, what?”

“We should totally sing that! Baby, it’s cold outside. It’s perfect!”

He promptly turns around and you follow, albeit your turn done more hesitantly. He leans into you, breath ghosting your skin.

“You’re the one who got me into this so you better not be getting cold feet,” he mutters quickly, then turns his gaze to his mother. “We’re going to sing baby, it’s cold outside,”

“Ohh, good choice,” Adaline nods, turning on the karaoke machine.

The cozy living room aglow with the soft light of the Christmas tree, you can't help but feel a flutter in your chest as Dieter approaches you. You’re absolutely dreading the fact his family members are watching you intently from the couch. You try to push your insecurities to the back of your head.

The music starts to play, you and Dieter look at each other a spark flaring between you two. He shoots you a wide grin and your heart sinks into your stomach when he starts to move, his demeanor reminiscent of the famous scene. He truly is a great actor, being able to change his entire being so effortlessly.

Hesitantly, you start to sing, your nerves getting the best of you as you try to decide whether to move or stay rooted to the spot, staring at the Christmas tree. You can feel the eyes of Dieter's family on you, and you feel self-conscious.

Dieter takes your hand and starts to sing along with you. Your voices blending together perfectly as you playfully flirt and tease each other through the lyrics.

You can't help but laugh as Dieter playfully tries to keep you from leaving, pretending to be the charming yet persistent suitor. You play along, teasing him and pretending to resist his advances.

When the song starts to come to a close, you and Dieter stand close together, gazing into each other's eyes. The tension between you, electric and charged.

You know that you should step back, but you can't resist the pull you have to him. You lean in closer, your lips inches away from his.

In that moment, everything else fades away. There's just you and Dieter, caught up in a moment of wishes and dreams.

But then the song ends and the moment fades along with it, excited and eager claps fill the room urging both of you to pull away from the other. Dieter smiles sheepishly as he scratches the back of his head, his eyes glued to the floor.

“Happy?” he asks, voice only a beat above a whisper.

“Very.”

You’re already outside on the patio when your phone rings. The soft light coming through the window warms your back, and you watch the soft flakes dance down from the sky. Dieter said he would join you in a bit with a glass of mulled wine; His father’s specialty.

Absentmindedly, you fish out your phone from your pocket, and without even looking you press the cold screen against your warm ear.

“Hello?”

“Hello is this Amina Addams?”

Regret of not checking the caller ID starts to sink in, “It is,”

"Hi Ms. Addams, my name is Sarah, and I'm a reporter with the Hollywood Insider. I'm just following up on a story we received about you and Dieter Bravo. Can you confirm that you two are in a relationship?"

You take a deep breath before responding, trying to keep your emotions in check. "I'm sorry, but I don't see how my personal life is anyone's business. I'm not going to comment on my relationship with Dieter or anyone else."

"Oh, I see," Sarah says, undeterred. "Well, maybe you can tell me how you met Dieter then? Is it true that you attacked that fan because you were jealous?"

You can feel your annoyance rising. "W–What? No! It was an accident and again, I'm not going to discuss my personal life with you or anyone else. I think it's inappropriate for you to be asking me these kinds of questions."

"I understand your concern, Ms. Addams," Sarah says, her tone turning more conciliatory. "But as a public figure, Dieter's relationships are often of interest to the public. Can you at least tell me if you're enjoying your time together in the ski resort?"

You can feel your temper flaring at this point. "I'm going to end this call now. I don't appreciate being harassed about my personal life. Goodbye."

With that, you hang up the phone and let out a sigh of frustration. You can't believe the audacity of some reporters, trying to invade your privacy like that. The peaceful Hallmark movie bubble that you formed bursts, reality hitting your skin in the form of cold shards of glass.

“Who was that? Are you okay?”

You jump at Dieter’s voice, when you turn you see him looking uneasy, two steaming cups of mulled wine occupying both his hands. You pinch the bridge of your nose and shake your head.

“It’s nothing. A reporter called, interrogating me about our relationship,”

Dieter walks up to you and hands you the glass, you take it with a smile and you both turn towards the view, elbows resting on the wooden railing. The snowfall is gentle and peaceful, a soft blanket of white covering the world around you. The flakes dance and twirl in the air, caught in the soft glow of the patio lights. The temperature is just below freezing, a crisp chill in the air that bites at your cheeks and nose, but the mulled wine in your hands is warm and comforting.

You and Dieter stand side by side, shoulder to shoulder, both of you gazing out at the beauty before you. The trees are heavy with snow, their branches bent low beneath the weight. The ground is a pristine expanse of white, unmarred by footprints or tire tracks.

“How did they even get your number?” he asks, taking a sip.

You let out a soft chuckle, “I should’ve asked. I have no idea,”

“It’ll die down soon enough. You worry too much about it,”

You worry too little, is what you want to say but you bite your tongue, taking a sip of your wine instead.

“I wish I could go back in time and slap myself before doing something so rash,”

“You regret it that much, huh?”

You pick up hints of sadness in his tone, your gaze moving toward him, his face doesn’t give away much but once again the need to comfort him engulfs your very being.

“I don’t regret coming here,” you whisper. “I am enjoying meeting your family and getting away from it all,”

You feel relief when you see traces of a smile, “That’s good,” he says nodding. “Speaking of, why did you do it anyway?”

“Do what? Attack the fan?” you blink heavily when he nods again, your mouth goes dry. You’re not sure what to tell him. You can’t tell him that you’ve been afraid something will happen to him ever since the Cliff Beasts Set fiasco, he’ll think you’re crazy.

A forced chuckle drops from your lips, “I don’t know, reflexes I guess.”

“Some reflexes,” he mutters, his eyes briefly glancing up.

Minutes pass and the snow continues to fall softly around you. Unexpectedly, you feel Dieter's arms slip around your waist, pulling you close. His lips brush against your ear, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. "Look up," he whispers, his voice low.

You do as he asks, and your eyes meet a sprig of mistletoe hanging above your heads. You can feel the heat rising in your cheeks as Dieter grins at you, his eyes twinkling.

"Well, I think tradition dictates that we have to do this," he says, before leaning down to press his lips gently against yours.

The kiss is soft and sweet, a perfect blend of tenderness and something more and honestly could stand there forever, wrapped in Dieter's arms and lost in his kisses, but eventually, you reluctantly pull back, both of you smiling and breathless. He cups your chin and pulls you so your foreheads touch.

“You taste like cinnamon,” he whispers.

“And you like oranges.”

You know that all of this, the snow, the mistletoe, the warm glow of the patio lights, is only temporary. Soon enough, the snow will melt and you'll have to say goodbye to…whatever this is.

But in this moment, none of that matters.

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piece-of-the-pie-if · 7 months

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ROs ideal date?

here's the real answer lmao (see this ask)

Dylan is pretty chill, they'd prefer to do what you want to do─it's a chance to learn more about you and your tastes─and they're good to try things out or do things over and over again! That being said, they do enjoys more creative dates a little more than others. Dates like a paint and sip or , or even something more simple like going for a beach day and having a sand building competition (it gets out of hand when a couple of kids come over to ask if they can help and accidentally destroy all the progress... you and Dylan decide to throw out your competition in favour of helping these kids make the best sand castle ever!) Dylan might also suggest an escape room for a different kind of creative thinking, but mainly they just want to be with you! (They take you to a planetarium one time and it was so relaxing to just be in each others space quietly telling you star and space facts (or swapping them if MC is also interested in space) and they buy matching mini stuffed animals from the planetarium shop as a momento!)

For starters, it's most likely you taking Shay out on dates considering he hasn't been in Erica very long let alone been in New York long enough to know where to go. However! Shay does know what he enjoys and he's not shy about asking you about different places. He'd want to go to an arcade, a big one where you can waste away an entire day just trying different games, or one of those pizza places where you can make your own pizza, he's always wanted to try that──Shay suggests that you collaborate on both of your pizzas which leads to a semi-mini food battle that almost gets you kicked out! He'd suggest going to pop up events like a carnival or a food market to see how different they'd be to the ones in England. Or something 'tamer' (in his opinion) like going ice skating─at an indoor rink or perhaps an outdoor one that's actually a lake that's frozen over in the winter!─or a game of laser tag. As you can probably tell, Shay's not one for a mundane sit down and talk date!

Dates are weird for Kinsley. She's not used to... thinking about them. All the dates she's been on previously have been orchestrated by the other person, and they are all either a movie, dinner or a movie then dinner. Not very exciting. If Kinsley really thought about it, if she were the one to do the planning instead──she'd want to go somewhere you don't have to keep quiet! She'd take you to a place where you can create art by throwing darts at balloons full of paint─or just throwing the paint─where you'd both end up covered in colour but you're both loud and laughing and even though she's not the best at art it's so... relieving to just let go and have fun with no expectations. From there Kin might suggest more 'adventurous' stuff like finding a rock wall climbing centre or an indoor skiing slope but at the end of the day, if you're all worn out when you get back home and you order take out and cuddle up sleepily with barely watching tv, then it was a good date!

J likes randomly picking a place and just winging it till you get there. Sometimes the place is somewhere they've been before and they want to show you and sometimes they'll look at a map of NYC and close their eyes to pick. J thinks that the journey is part of the fun, if you're walking, what route do you take? Does something catch your eye on the way──like a new food pop up or a trinket in a thrift shop? If you need to purchase transport like say a ferry, do the two of you find a way to cause chaos by sneaking to places you're not supposed to be just to see what's there? J's all about freedom and new experiences, they like seeing how you react to new things, how you react to seeing their favourite places. J believes that the date begins when the two of you meet the first time that day that enjoying each others company and space is.. just the best! (J is the type to get you to sneak into a closed pool just so you have it to yourselves... fully clothed though, it was a spontaneous thought!) (though, if you get them to the stage where they're... so in love, one of these days there will be more than just a sight to see──a moonlight picnic or perhaps inviting you to meet someone dear to them.) It's simple but it means a lot to J. They have a box of safekeeps!

With Theo it's a little different, you've known them what feels like forever and 'normal or classic' dates can feel like regular hang outs (like going to an open night at a jazz club or café hopping to taste test new lunch foods) so when Theo thinks of an ideal date and they come up with your usual hang outs they're a little bit on edge. They suggest things that are more 'datey' like taking a pottery class together or going to a roller rink to roller skate together or going to a karaoke bar but it always ends up feeling the same, until they see your face and they realise that it's not what you do that makes being on dates with you special, it's being with you knowing you're both there romantically──that the familiarity almost makes it easier, that getting all worked up about dates they're not particularly good at (even if they were still enjoyable!) isn't something that should bother them because when you looked at them your eyes were full of love. And from then Theo just asks you on dates to do things you like doing together!

#theos is a bit different but i still like it!#piece of the pie if #all ros #dylan quinn #shay walker #kinsley grace-cameron #j montgomery #theo wesley

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icarusthelunarguard · 3 months

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This Week’s Horrible-Scopes

It’s time for this week’s Horrible-Scopes! So for those of you that know your Astrological Signs, cool! If not, just pick one, roll a D12, or just make it up as you go along. It really doesn’t matter. Better yet! Check out “Heart of the Game, Fredonia” and see if they can sell you those D12’s with the symbols on them. Tell them “Shujin Tribble” sentcha. And “Hail, Hail, Fredonia!” Home of the Blue Devil!

Time to hit the slopes or shoot the tubes! It might be winter or summer where you are, but either way we’re going to find something for you to do. So get ready to break your leg or swallow some salt water. Either way, you’ll have fun right up until that point.

Aries

Being that you’re in the Summer part of the planet, you’ve got some work to do. Get out the extension cord and call in the flock because you’ll be shearing sheep all week. Normally you’d wait until Spring for this, but that ONE sheep’s been growing out wool faster than an 80’s action movie star growing out his mullet. So This Week… do NOT try to shave that BIG one! That’s an Alpaca and it will NOT appreciate being manhandled right now.

Taurus

It might still be winter, but if you’re following American Major League Baseball you know that Spring Training started already. If you’re a Dodger’s Fan, you better know a little history on the team - specifically that they’re originally from Brooklyn, New York and left in 1957. So now when they come “Home” to play against the Mets, there’s always folks in the stands wearing the old Dodgers’ memorabilia. So This Week… Take a turn in the Indoor Batting Cages and see if you can hit a couple balls. Or if that’s too intimidating, maybe Wii Sports Baseball?

Gemini

We’d love to suggest you hit the skate park with a skateboard, but we all know how this’ll end. You’re gunna need some serious wrist and knee and head and elbow protection… and even THEN we don’t think you’ll come away unscathed. So This Week… Don’t even THINK about hauling out your old Razor Scooter! You’ll shatter your shin as soon as that thing swings around and clocks you!

Cancer Moon-Child

Let’s face facts - you were never the athletic type, Cancer. Taking your Middle School stairs two at-a-time to get to the library in the middle of lunch was about as good as it got for you. You’re more the intellectual type, so let’s feed that part of your body. So This Week… Drive out to a planetarium and take in the midday show with an elementary school class trip. It’s as good as you remember it to be!

Leo

Let’s take you out on a Latin American cruise and give you the best of all worlds: Sun, Sea, Dancing, Swimming Pool, all the shrimp you can eat, and a chance to try out Water Skiing. There’s more to this than meets the eye, so pay attention to the most important piece of advice. When you fall, and you will, Let Go Of The Tow Rope! And when you don’t, do NOT open your mouth or your eyes! So This Week… You never do what we tell you to anyway. Enjoy swallowing krill.

Virgo

It won’t matter if it’s Winter or Summer for you, you’re playing indoors this week. And you are SO gunna lose so hard! We’re sending you to play in a game of TAG! Professional or Competitive Tag Games are on a 12 by 12Metre field filled with all kinds of obstacles or ramps, so you better have all your parkour skills ready. So This Week… We know you don’t have any stamina or jumping skills, but at least TRY to survive 11 seconds. We’ve got a lot in the betting pool on this.

Libra

Not only are you getting to be in the ocean, but your boat will be tipped SO far over that you might get vertigo. We’re giving you time on a competitive speed sailboat - but calling it a “sailboat” is misleading. It’s got a hydrofoil, meaning you’ll be cranking away at 50 knots, tilted almost 45 degrees over. How fast is that? Highway Speed! So This Week… Get fitted for a Personal Floatation Device. You’re gunna need it.

Scorpio

We’re giving you something a little better suited to your skillset. Strap on a VR headset and grab the controls to a Remote Controlled fighter jet plane. Get out there in the air and start dogfighting with the best of them. So This Week… Check your plane before it leaves the air - if someone attached bottle rockets under the wings, do NOT shoot at someone on the ground! It might be YOU!

Sagittarius

Let’s give you some serious Winter Weather fun - and have you do some serious construction work. This week we’re having you build.. AN IGLOO! But we’re challenging you to do it in such a way to make the ice clear! It’ll take some time and some technical know-how, but you’ll be able to do it. We believe in you. So This Week… If you’re successful you’ll get to lie back and enjoy the Northern Lights… assuming there’s no active volcanoes nearby.

Capricorn

Winter or Summer, it doesn’t much matter what season it is. We’re letting you let your inner Viking Warrior out by learning to throw Axes! You’ll get proficiency in Single and Double-Handed Axes - and if you get creative you might be able to get a Triple-Headed axe too! And if you think it’s dangerous now, wait ‘til you go to a bar that’s hosting an Axe throwing Event in-house! So This Week… Learn where the balance point is on your own axes. You’ll be able to get the rotations so much better when you know that.

Aquarius

Not only are we sending you a CASE of Coffee Crisp bars like we promised last week, but we’re sending you out to Quebec to go out there Ice Fishing! There’s GREAT Fishing in Quebec! (PLENTY of fishin’ in Quebec!) [I fuckin’ HATE “KEY-Beck.”] Look, this is NOT about you this time, it’s all for Aquarius, ok? (All Good) [Fi-i-ine.] Good. So This Week… Make sure you know what fish you like to eat and plan on making the freshest sushis you’ve ever had! [That’s not a word] (That’s true.) ZIP IT, YOU TWO!

Pisces

You… Are going… To get HURT. You are going winter tubing, and you are going to end up face-first into a pile of white. Your legs are going one way, your arms another, and you’re going to look like the Dead Family Guy Pose. Expect to be wrapped in a full-body cast. So This Week… you aren’t going to have all your arms and legs broken. It’s just gunna be too funny to hear you complaining about how itchy you are. Good Luck!

And THOSE are your Horrible-Scopes for this week! Remember if you liked what you got, we’re obviously not working hard enough at these. BUT! If you want a better or nastier one for your own sign or someone else’s, all you need to do to bribe me is just Let Me Know - or check out the Ko-Fi page ( https://ko-fi.com/icarusthelunarguard )! These will be posted online at the end of each week via Tumblr, Twitter, Facebook, Discord, and BLUESKY.

#parody #horrorscope #funny #horoscope #humor #comedy #letterkenny ice fishing #letterkenny #ice fishing #quebec #brooklyn dodgers #ny mets

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On the other hand “ you were always there when i needed you. let me repay the favor. “ is giving begin again

Role reversal comforting 🥺

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“Wha-?” Rosé groaned, being pulled from his sleep by a light knock on the door. Anxiety pooled in his stomach when he checked the bedside clock and noticed it was nearly 3 am. He knew nothing good could come of a knock on the door at this hour, even in a hotel all the way across the country from home.

He stumbled from the bed, nearly tripping on his discarded drag from the evening prior. Too tired to think to check the peephole, he opened the door, surprised at who he found standing in front of him.

“Nali, what are you doing here?” He asked in surprise, seeing his husband standing there with a suitcase and their sleeping daughter balanced on his hip.

Denali passed Willow to Rosé, the little girl smiling softly and nuzzling against him sleepily, he felt warmth bloom in his chest. He’d really been missing being home lately.

“Jan called me and said you needed some cheering up,” Denali put it simply, knowing there was more to the story than he was willing to admit.

Guilt settled on his features. “What did she say?”

“Just that you were having a hard time. Why don’t you put Willow in bed and we’ll talk in the living room?”

Rosé did as he was told, tucking her into the bed he just got out of and kissing her forehead, the late hour too much for her after the plane ride she and Denali had been on.

Once she was in bed, he joined Denali on the couch, letting him sit in his lap like he always did.

“I’m so happy to see you, but you didn’t need to come all the way here.”

Denali shushed him. “Jan told me you haven’t been yourself and you’ve barely been answering my texts or calling me back. It’s not like you, Ross. I was worried and Willow was worried too.”

Rosé rubbed tiredly at his face. “I’m sorry, baby. I’ve just been-“

Before he could get the rest out, tears pooled in his eyes, choking him up. He couldn’t even put his emotions into words.

Denali rubbed his shoulders comfortingly, hushing him like Rosé had done to him so many times before.

“It’s okay, Rosie, I’m here. Let it out.”

He hid his face in Denali’s neck, wetting the sweater he wore. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t act like this.”

Holding his face in two hands, Denali used his thumbs to wipe away tears. “Stop. You are always there when I need you. Let me repay the favor.”

Rosé nodded, letting himself soften to the idea of Denali being there for him the same way he’s there for Denali. “I-I’m not sure this lifestyle is for me anymore. I fucking miss you so much, Dero. I miss Willow and our home. I used to love traveling and doing shows, especially after we got together and you were always by my side. But now it’s so-“

“Lonely?” Denali finished for him.

“Yeah,” he breathed, “it’s so lonely.”

“I get it. I’m lonely at home without you, but I have Willow. I can’t imagine how it must be on the road sometimes.”

Rosé sniffled. “I love Jan and Lagoona and all our sisters, but I miss my family.”

After they’d gotten married and adopted Willow, for a short while they took turns traveling out of state for shows, but Denali struggled immensely being away from home, so they’d decided Denali would stay home while Rosé traveled. Denali taught skating lessons at one of the rinks nearby and took care of Willow and the house while Rosé took on the responsibility of bringing in the majority of the money by going on tour and doing what all their sisters were doing.

“Rosie,” Denali cooed, stroking his cheeks, “you don’t have to do this anymore. You were doing well in New York before either of us even got on drag race, you can still perform and do what you love at home.”

“I’m worried about the money,” Rosé admitted quietly, “I want to give you and Willow everything you could ever want.”

“Baby, don’t worry about that. We both want you home more than anything else. Between my skating lessons, me doing shows and you doing shows, there’s no need for you to take on these long tours that work you to the bone. You look so tired.”

“I am so tired, Nali. I’m exhausted. That’s why I haven’t been calling as much. If I’m not rehearsing or on stage, I’m just trying to catch up on sleep.”

Denali nodded. “I understand. I still worry though, you know me.”

Rosé cracked a smile, wrapping his arms around Denali’s middle and nuzzling his face into the crook of his neck. “I do know you, my little worrier. I’m sorry I made you worry.”

“That’s just who I am,” Denali chuckled.

“I know, baby, I know.”

They stayed that way for a while, holding each other close until Willow sleepily stumbled in, bleary eyed and pouting.

“Daddy, dada, when are you coming to bed?” She mumbled, her little arms crossed over her chest.

Rosé chuckled. “Come here, pumpkin, I have enough room in my lap for both my babies.”

She climbed into his lap beside Denali, giggling when he pressed a flurry of kisses to her cheeks.

“I missed you, princess.”

“I missed you too, daddy. Dada misses you a lot too.”

Rosé looked at Denali who’s cheeks were red with embarrassment, but he couldn’t help but press a kiss there.

“I missed both of you so much. I’m so glad you’re here.”

He wanted to stay there, hold onto his husband and daughter and never let go, but both of them were starting to nod off in his lap, and the exhaustion he’d been feeling for weeks he could feel in his bones.

“What do you say we head to bed?”

Both Denali and Willow agreed, following him to the single queen bed in the hotel room. They squeezed into it, Willow in the middle, but for the first time in weeks Rosé felt complete, as did Denali. Rosé was still under contract and would likely have to tour the remainder of the summer, but just this little piece of home made him feel much more complete for the time being.

#this au is still my baby #i miss them #begin again verse #prompt request

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whimsicalworldofme · 2 years

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Saving Grace: Chapter Twenty-Five

With S.H.I.E.L.D. in disarray and Steve essentially out of work, he agrees to move to NYC to live in Stark Tower, but move-in day doesn't go as smoothly as Grace would've liked.

“You’re sure Tony is ok with this?”

Steve asked as Grace drove them into the city from the airport. It had been a couple weeks since she had told her father about the two of them dating and despite a little distrust over the lying, Tony insisted that his offer for Steve to come live in the tower still stood. When he had gotten back from his trip with Sam, which had proven unsuccessful in finding Bucky, Steve packed up his belongings, hired movers and booked a plane ticket for New York. Now, driving into city, he was getting nervous.

“He said he is,” Grace said. They were holding hands over the console and she gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. “Bruce and Nat both have apartments in the tower now, if he could get a hold of Thor, he’d give him an apartment too.” She glanced over to Steve nearly sweating in the passenger seat. “He’s coming around. It’ll be ok.”

“Mhmm,” he nodded, but didn’t seem convinced.

Grace couldn’t say she blamed him. They had known it would be a bumpy road, telling people about their relationship, specifically Tony, but knowing it would be tough hadn’t adequately prepared them for the reality of it.

“Well look at it this way,” she cast him another smiling glance, “he let the movers in with your stuff without joking about dumping it into the Hudson, so I’d consider that a good sign.”

“I guess I’ll take ambivalence over open hostility,” Steve huffed a laugh and turned his focus out the window.

When they got home, Grace introduced him to the valets and explained to him that he didn’t have to utilize their services but they were more than happy to park whatever he might drive, if he got a car or if he borrowed the Jeep.

“I think I’m going to get a motorcycle,” he told her as she led him by the hand into the residential entrance to the tower. “I swiped one from S.H.I.E.L.D. the day everything went to hell. I forgot how much I loved riding.”

“Oh, I remember seeing newsreels of you riding a motorcycle,” she said wistfully, memories of the images flashing in her mind, remembering how even in the old sepia-tone videos he’d always struck her as remarkably handsome.

“All right,” he snickered and Grace felt herself blush, realizing how obvious she’d been. “I’ll make sure I get one that you can sit on the back of comfortably. We can go for rides upstate.”

“Sounds perfect,” she grinned. “Hi Oscar,” she greeted the guard who came out of the security office to the desk. “Do you have Steve’s keys ready?”

“Yes, ma’am, Dr. Turner,” he nodded, sliding a keycard for the residential door to the building across the desk, and a traditional metal key for his apartment door on top of it. “If you ever lose either, just let us know.”

“Thanks,” Steve pulled his wallet out and tucked both keys into an empty slot, tucking the wallet back into his back pocket.

“All right, come on, I’m so excited to show you your new place.”

She bounced lightly on her feet as she tugged him towards the elevators. Laughing, he followed, allowing her to pull him along. The Stark family penthouse took up the top two floors of the building, and the six floors immediately below were all private residential apartments and facilities that Tony had kept just for the family, up until inviting his Avengers teammates to live there. Grace gave Steve the grand tour, showing him the rec center, which included a gym with every workout machine and weight known to man, a basketball court, and a ridiculously large swimming pool, along with a pair of in ground hot tubs. Then there was the private movie theater and the ice-skating rink.

“Why an ice-skating rink?” Steve asked as they stepped into the elevator to get back down to the floor his apartment was on.

“Pepper loves it,” Grace smiled and shrugged. “She wanted to be a figure skater when she was a little girl and their first real date, my dad took her ice skating. When he bought this place, he had the rink put in just for her, so she could skate any time she wanted.”

“That’s sweet,” Steve admitted.

“Yeah, you’d never know it if you didn’t know him really well, but my dad’s a big ol’ softy,” she giggled. When she looked at her boyfriend’s face though, she realized he didn’t look surprised so much as upset. “I know it’s a way more lavish living arrangement than what you’re used to,” she suddenly felt a bit embarrassed over the excess in her life. Steve had grown up poor, and Grace hadn’t exactly grown up rich herself, but in the last few years, her life had been insanely privileged, more than she could’ve ever imagined. “I must seem like a spoiled brat right now,” her eyes fell to the floor.

“No, it’s not that, Grace, not at all,” Steve insisted. The elevator dinged and they stepped out into the hallway, an awkwardness between them that hadn’t been there before.

“There they are,” they were interrupted by Tony stepping out of the front door to Steve’s apartment, making them both jump. He looked between them, an odd glint in his eye, but he smiled. “I was just delivering the welcome basket,” he opened the door a little further, letting Steve and Grace into the apartment and pointing at a massive gift basket of gourmet snacks that he’d set on a stack of boxes with the words Living Room written on the sides in black marker. “Gracie, would you mind if I had a word with Rogers out in the hall for a sec?”

“Uh,” Grace looked to Steve who nodded. “Ok, but be nice please.”

“Always with the be nice,” Tony shook his head and clapped a hand on Steve’s shoulder. “C’mon Cap.”

This does not bode well, Grace mused as she watched them go. She waited a moment before creeping to the door and turning on the screen beside it that showed a live video feed of what was happening in the hallway. It was standard in all the apartments in the building. Turning the volume down to the lowest setting so she knew they wouldn’t hear her snooping, she watched, nervous.

“Look, I’m not going to yell at you for keeping your relationship with my daughter a secret,” Tony started and Steve nodded, still clearly guarded. “She’s a grown woman, she can date who she wants and I understand her reasons for keeping your relationship secret.”

“Ok,” Steve said, his tone implicating he was waiting for the other shoe to drop. “So, what did you want to talk about?”

Tony grabbed Steve by the shoulder again, his fingertips clearly digging painfully into his flesh. Steve didn’t flinch.

“If you ever hurt my daughter, Rogers,” Tony kept his tone friendly in an unnervingly level way that implied a serious threat, his lips set in a stern line, “there is not a single speck of land on this godforsaken earth where you can hide from me.”

“Isn’t the threat of killing your daughter’s boyfriend a little dated?” Steve countered with a smile of his own, not showing any fear, not being rude, trying to keep his mood light so as not to trigger the man opposite him.

“Oh, I won’t kill you.” Grace watched her father’s expression shift from stern to terrifyingly gleeful, a mischievous, evil genius spark in his eye. “No, that’s too easy for you. If you hurt her, I’ll devote every waking moment to creating an antidote to that magic potion my dad pumped you full of a hundred years ago and make sure you turn back into the tiny, insignificant twerp you were.”

“Dad!”

Grace flung the door open, glaring furiously at her father. Poor Steve had clenched his jaw so tight, she thought he might crack a tooth. It wasn’t from anger as much as it was pure pain, hurt from the threat of the one thing he feared most. She stepped between them, her back nearly pressed to Steve.

“Hey, we had this conversation, Grace” Tony said, not looking at her, choosing instead to keep his eyes locked on Steve’s. “It’s my job to protect you and Rogers needs to understand that I won’t tolerate him hurting you.”

“Threatening Steve is not the way to protect me,” she stated firmly. “Apologize. Now.”

Tony faltered under the brunt of his daughter’s commanding rage. It didn’t matter that height-wise she barely came up to their shoulders, she could and would make them cower when necessary.

“Dad,” she snapped and he jumped, having never seen the full extent of her protectiveness before.

“Grace, it’s ok,” Steve laid a hand gently on her shoulder. “He’s just being a dad. I understand. I don’t want to make a big thing out of it.”

“This isn’t making a big thing, this is an appropriate response to inappropriate behavior,” Grace wouldn’t waver. “Dad, you went too far and you know it. You need to apologize.”

Tony’s face fell, his doe eyes looking like they might be on the verge of tears. In the time Grace had been in his life, she’d never spoken to him that way, they had never had a real fight, so she knew this had to hurt him. It hurt her too, but she couldn’t allow him to hurt Steve like that. If they were all going to live in the same building, she couldn’t let her father threatening her boyfriend set the tone.

“I’m sorry,” he said, looking to Steve, his tone genuine and the proper level of chastised. His gaze fell to the floor before lifting back up to Grace. His expression shifted, trying to be joking and jovial while still clearly upset. “I’m sorry, Gracie,” he said. “Still figuring out this whole dad with a daughter who’s dating someone thing.” He shrugged.

“I’d be the same if I had a daughter,” Steve offered an olive branch.

“You have to talk to me about this stuff, ok Dad? We can work through it together. No more ambushing anybody.”

Grace could tell his remorse was real but there was something more there. Seeing her and Steve together, as a couple, had knocked loose some unresolved trauma from Howard’s constant obsession with the super soldier, the constant comparisons to him, the unspoken but often implied wish that Tony could’ve been more like him. Now, Grace realized that for Tony to see her choosing Steve as her romantic partner, he felt like he was losing by comparison again.

He's afraid of losing me to the man whose shadow he could never get out of. Grace felt her heart ache. How did I not realize that before?

Slipping out of Steve’s grasp, Grace walked up to her dad, wrapped her arms around his waist in a hug and laid her head on his chest, snuggling up to him. Tony froze in surprise but soon reciprocated, wrapping his arms around her and kissing the top of her head before resting his head on top of hers.

“It’s going to be ok, Dad,” she murmured. “I promise.”

“Make sure that’s a promise you can keep before you make it,” he said sadly.

“It is,” she gave him a squeeze before going up on her toes and kissing him on the cheek. Taking a step back she laid her hands on his shoulders. “Why don’t you go hit the workshop with Bruce?” She suggested gently. “I told Steve I’d help him unpack and organize.”

“Ok,” Tony nodded and cleared his throat, extending a hand to Steve, who graciously shook it. “Rogers.” He nodded curtly, turned on his heel and headed for the elevator. He paused for a moment, whirled back around and came back down the hall to stop them before they could go into Steve’s apartment. “Listen, Rogers, If you’re feeling up for it, you’re welcome to dinner with the family tonight. Pepper’s making vegan lasagna,” he made a disgusted face to Grace, which made her snort a laugh. “It’s not real cheese, doesn’t taste like it either, but I did order a massive chocolate and cherry cheesecake from a great place for dessert which should counteract it.”

“Sounds good,” Steve chuckled. “Thanks, Tony.”

Tony nodded and wandered back to the elevator as Grace took Steve by the hand, pulling him into his apartment and shutting the door behind them. Slinging her arms around his neck, she looked him in the eye.

“Are you ok?” She asked, seriously worried about the damage her father had done. How he had managed to pinpoint and prick her boyfriend’s deepest insecurity, she didn’t know, but she knew it hit the mark and it had to hurt like hell. “I had no idea he would do that.”

“I’ll be all right,” he assured her, smiling softly, still clearly upset but not wanting to show it. “He struck a nerve, but I’ll shake it off.”

“Do you still want to live here?” Grace winced and braced herself, afraid that his answer might be no. “Between the tour making me look like a spoiled brat and the welcome from my dad, I feel like this has been the least welcoming welcome wagon to ever exist.”

“The tour didn’t upset me,” Steve shook his head. “I don’t think you’re a spoiled brat either, I just…your dad has set this example for you with how he treats you and Pepper. He built her a mansion with an ice-skating rink in it. He bought you a custom Jeep, your dream car, on a whim.” He frowned, his brow furrowing. “I’m not poor, Grace, but I can’t drop thirty-five grand on a car for you. I can’t build you a skyscraper mansion with an ice-skating rink and swimming pool inside.”

“I don’t need you to do those things for me,” Grace cupped his face, running her thumb along his cheek. “I don’t even need those things from my dad. I definitely don’t ask for them. He just drops them on me. You know I grew up getting school supplies and clothes for birthdays and Christmas. How I had to get full ride scholarships to be able to go to college.” She stated and he nodded. “My life has always been a lot more like yours than all of this.”

She looked around at the luxe new apartment her dad had gifted him, the panel of windows along the far living room wall that gave a stunning view of the city. It was flashy, hardwood floors, an impressive chef’s kitchen with real marble counters and a hidden walk-in pantry. There were two bedrooms and two and a half bathrooms, all with the finest finishes a billionaire’s money could buy. All the apartments were equally impressive.

“The perks of being my dad’s kid, they’re nice, but they’re not necessary,” she insisted. “Comfort is fine, and excess is nice to indulge in for a while. But you know what I want from you?” His eyes flicked up to look at her, his cheeks turning pink. “What I want is what we had in our little place in Brooklyn. Home cooked meals, sitting in the same room together while you draw and I read, evening walks, the simple, everyday stuff, not skating rinks, cars, not even jewelry.”

“You’re sure?” He asked, glancing around at the apartment for the first time. “This is…very comfortable.”

“I’m one hundred percent sure,” she smiled, drawing him down to kiss her. “All I need is you.”

Chapter Twenty-Four

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Chapter Twenty-Six

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coochiequeens · 2 years

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If there is any silver lining in a conservative court is that soon this shit will end.

Netizens are expressing outrage after an adult man beat out a 13-year-old girl for first place in a women’s skateboarding competition held today in New York.

Ricci Tres, also known as Ricci And Tres, took top spot in the women’s division of The Boardr Open today held in New York City, taking home a $500 prize for a first place win.

Tres, a 29-year-old trans-identified male, came in first place against 13-year-old Shiloh Catori. Of the 6 competitors, 4 were under the age of 17, with the youngest being 10-year-old Juri Iikura.

In 2021, Tres became the first trans-identified male to attempt to quality for Olympic Women’s skateboarding, submitting a virtual run for the USA National Skateboarding Championships. Tres was unable to meet the short deadline to submit a hormone levels test, but was later told his testosterone was “much higher” than the required levels to compete in the female category.

Around this time, Tres was interviewed by Robert Brink of USA Skateboarding and revealed he was over 190 units off of the required testosterone reduction needed to be able to qualify in the female category by International Olympic Committee Standards. During the interview, Tres expressed ambivalence towards reducing his testosterone levels, and even stated he was comfortable “where [he] was at” in his transition.

Tres’ win was put on blast by Taylor Silverman, a female skateboarder who previously came into the spotlight after she spoke out about her experiences competing against trans-identified males.

This comes just weeks after Silverman, a professional skateboarder, posted a statement to her Instagram in which she called out the Redbull Cornerstone skate event she took part in for allowing a biological male athlete to compete against women, and take the top spot.

In her statement, Silverman wrote that she placed second in two previous competitions in which biological males were allowed to compete against female skateboarders, and noted that at the last Redbull-sponsored skate event, the female athletes lost out on financial awards because a transgender competitor took first place.

Silverman’s Instagram post had initially been inundated with hateful comments from trans activists, but she has since become even more vocal about her disagreement with males participating in female sport. On Twitter, Silverman has found a significant following of feminists and individuals critical of gender ideology who appreciate her pro-woman advocacy.

After Silverman announced the outcome of The Boardr event, netizens immediately expressed outrage at the results.

Many immediately took to congratulating Shiloh Catori on her victory, honoring her with the symbolic first-place recognition as they declared Tres’ win invalid.

While some questioned what advantages males have in skateboarding compared to females, earlier comments by commentator Tim Pool began to circulate.

Pool, a former pro-skateboarder, had come to Taylor Silverman’s defense after she came out against males competing against female athletes. Pool had offered to compensate Silverman the total earnings she had lost to trans-identified males competing in the women’s devision against her, and also pointed out that male skateboarders have distinct differences compared to their female counterparts.

“Males in skateboarding have higher centers of gravity granting advantages that cannot be removed with [hormone replacement therapy],” Pool wrote while engaged in a spat with YouTuber The Amazing Athiest, who was defending trans-identified male participation in women’s categories.

In a separate tweet, Pool continued to assert male skateboards have advantages that cannot be addressed by reducing their testosterone levels.

“Males carry their center of gravity higher than females creating advantages in skateboarding that cannot be changed due to HRT. Plus with the Q angle women are more prone to injury creating a major disadvantage regardless of HRT,” He said, replying to evolutionary biologist Colin Wright.

Ricci Tres isn’t the only trans-identified male to prompt outrage after taking the top spot in a women’s sporting competition this month.

On June 3, two trans-identified males took first and second place in a women’s cycling competition in the United Kingdom.

Emily Bridges and Lilly Chant, both trans-identified males, took the first and second place spots, respectively, during the ThunderCrit race at the Herne Hill Velodrome in London. Jo Smith was the only female to take the winner’s podium, coming in third place. ThunderCrit is the UK’s largest fixed gear cycling race.

A recent Gallup Poll revealed that 62% of Americans believe athletes should only be able to participate on sporting teams that correspond with their sex, not their chosen gender identity. Studies have also consistently affirmed that trans-identified male athletes retain competitive advantages even years after starting hormone replacement therapy.

In 2020, a report released in the British Journal of Sport Medicine noted that trans-identified males were able to complete 31% more push-ups and 15% more sit-ups in one minute on average than a female Air Force service member. They also ran 1.5 miles 21% faster.

But even after two years on testosterone suppression treatment, the males were still 12% faster on average than biological females.

By Jennifer Seiland

Jennifer is a founding member of the Reduxx team, writing with a focus on crimes against women and sex-based rights rights advocacy. She is located in the American south where she is a passionate animal welfare advocate and avid coffee drinker.

#Women’s sports are for women #girl’s sports are for girls #Keep grown men away from girl’s sports

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