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daisywrites4you · 3 years

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Your Spark - Charlie Gillespie x Reader

Co-Star AU

Author’s Notes: No confirmed Reader Gender, Age is not confirmed but is younger than Charlie, Slight Hint at Slow Burn (within the one-shot), Season 2 concept and NOT confirmed

Your life never seemed to have its spark. Everything being an endless fleet of things needed to be done and experiences always half-finished. That was until it started with a chance meeting on a film-set. Your first day being on the Julie and The Phantoms set was all due to the off-chance that you managed to get the job as a new character: Reggie’s potential love interest. You were widely shocked to have managed such a high role after expecting to get supporting-cast or a background character. You remembered bits and pieces but your stagefright did block a lot out. Your audition had included a cover of ‘Can’t blame a girl for trying’ by Sabrina Carpenter while playing your acoustic. You had shyly walked into the room and almost tripped over a sound card on the floor. You felt like you’d die from embarrassment before you would ever even make it to the judges table. You had introduced yourself and started your lines and tried to avoid eye contact. When you finally managed to look up, the director seemed shocked and interested in your acting. So when it finally came to singing, you felt more comfortable and gave it your all. You remembered hearing cheering from the doorway and the clapping from those who were listening in. It gave you a sense of pride but you never anticipated being something special. Still, you were elated to get the opportunity to meet and work with the actors you learned to adore after watching season one. Your life was finally coming together...that was until your eyes met viridescent ones.

You were walking to the break room to meet the cast for the first time. Your first day jitters seeming to get worse and worse as you neared the door. After all, these were your idols that you were about to meet. Mainly, you were most nervous to meet Charlie, your current celebrity crush. You wouldn’t describe yourself as obsessed or anything, just a small fascination with his smile and chipper attitude. You couldn’t help it, your feelings for the dork emerged after his first appearance on Charmed and the small crush never really went away after that. Even so, you were determined to not make a fool of yourself.

Your hand met the handle of the door as you heard laughs echoing from inside. Your hands buzzed as you tried to gulp down the intense anxiety stirring through you. You turned the knob after fighting any mental doubts you had and pulled open the door. The sounds of laughter died down and all eyes fell on you. Now your anxiety spiked and you had to hold down the urge to run out of the room. You tried to avoid seeming scared and looked for something to catch your eyes so you wouldn’t freak out. When you finally managed to look around your eyes met another pair. They were intense and bright and you had to almost yell at yourself mentally to realize you were staring a little too long. Tearing your eyes away, you finally managed to see who those eyes belonged to...Charlie Gillespie. “Oh god,” you mentally shouted at yourself.

Everything seemed to go so slow but in reality it had only been a few seconds that your eyes met his. Everyone seemed to now understand that you were a new member and began to get up and introduce themselves. They were all so kind and gentle with you, making sure you weren’t spooked. Social anxiety is a major issue with you, so usually settings like this overstimulated you, however, this was genuinely nice. By the time you became more comfortable goofing around, you could feel a pair of eyes on you. You peered around the room as you spoke and your eyes met Charlie’s once more. You felt small tingles running along your back, and decided to flash him a small smile before continuing on as normal. At some point he joined the group and started conversing with you too.

As the day went on you and Charlie really hit it off as friends and it felt like you guys had been friends for far longer than it seemed. You had already started talking about your childhood, the good memories, that is, and he his own. He wasn’t the only friend you made however. You had gotten really close with Madison and Jeremy.

It has been some time now and you’d come to describe the cast as a family you never anticipated to have. Slowly your comfort levels developed and you started to become more comfortable around the cast, however there was some part of you that still held up reservations of showing who you were. No matter what you couldn’t shake that. Even so, they began to learn your love for reading, your admiration for the show, and how passionate you are as a person.

“I can’t believe your favorite line from the show was that of all things!” Mads teased loudly.

“Can you honestly blame me?” You questioned, flashing her a cheeky smile. You guys had gotten on the topic of season one and you both had started comparing favorite lines from the show. Your heart was currently still stuck on, “This is an interesting little relationship you and I have.” Mads couldn't help but agree that it is a good quote and any girl would swoon being told that. I mean, that scene did cause that crush of yours on Charlie to spiral once more when you first started getting into the show after finishing Charmed a year prior. However, you did try to shove those feelings far far away. You didn’t want any awkward tension or teases from the cast...especially from Madison. That girl would never let you live it down, you blame the gen z matchmaker within her. You couldn’t help but compare the young teen to a little sister and you had grown quite attached to her as you worked together on set. You’d spent most of your days with her at work, and even spent some time outside of work going shopping for squishmallows, thrifting, or even just having small movie nights. You knew one day you’d tell the curly haired Latina your woes. Until then, it was more so sneaky remarks and avoiding any talks of relationships in general. You were glad she was so disinterested in romance due to her career. Even so, you really had to keep it on the downlow, especially after this conversation. You couldn’t have her knowing that it wasn’t just the quote that gave you butterflies in that scene.

“Honestly girl, I’m just excited to see more favorite quotes being posted once this new season is released,” Madison beamed before continuing, “We’ve already gotten so far into filming.”

She was right though. You knew there was going to be more fan art and new content being issued. You honestly couldn’t wait to finally be a part of the mix. You had a huge feeling that fans were either going to be jealous of you, be upset that you ruined their ship, or ship you endlessly with Reggie. Thankfully, the shipping couldn’t be spread to real life because of Jeremy’s marriage. That thought almost made you sigh in relief. Your upcoming scene with Jeremy was actually happening soon and the scene entails to where you first meet after a JATP performance. Your characters are meant to walk right into each other and thus develop into an instant attraction and soon your character’s backstory; why they’re a ghost.

Your response to Madison was a laugh and, “Oh yeah, let's hope it's nothing too crazy...if you get what I mean,” nudging her arm as you went on.

She scrunched her nose and this makes you belt into a laughing spree, to which she begrudgingly joins soon enough. Eventually three figures emerge into view, your favorite ghost boys are back from set. “What are you guys laughing about?” Charlie asked with a chuckle and smile.

“Oh, just the fandom and the interesting things that will be posted once the season is dropped,” Madison joked while emphasizing ‘interesting.’

The boys all groaned but still had huge smiles on their faces while they did so. We all knew sad or ‘spicy’ content would be posted, and no matter how awkward it could sometimes be, we still adored the effort fans put into their works. It was one of the most fulfilling parts of the job; the endless support you receive.

You couldn’t help but smile at the boys. “Honestly guys, I’m excited to see all the stuff that’ll be released,” You expressed excitedly.

You were almost hopping up and down and it took a lot for the group to not laugh at your excitement. They were used to this type of adoration, but they knew you weren't, and they couldn’t help but see a younger version of themselves in you. They all whooped in agreement and you brought the conversation full circle by bringing up favorite quotes. You couldn’t help but admire Charlie as he expressed his favorite scenes, quotes, and memes of the show. The way he expressed himself via his movements, the way his presence radiates, and how passionate he is, made your eyes instinctively glue to him. You knew the group was around and tried to keep your eyes off of him to avoid suspicion. Although, you couldn’t really help the heartfelt stare you shot his way anytime a laugh or smile came from the Canadian.

There were many moments within the month or so it’s been with the dork that had slowly but surely made his way into your heart. After all, you worked on set together, so it was only natural for you both to get as close as you have. You were okay with that for some time until the day you realized your “celeb crush” was much more than a small fascination and was developing into much more. You were a quarter into filming and were currently getting your makeup done before set. Your mind kept wandering while real life slowly faded in and out. Thoughts and the sounds around you blurred together until you felt the tingles through your scalp as your stylist fixed your hair. Now, you could not get this specific memory out of your head; it was as vivid as when you first experienced it.

It was just any other filming day and the cast was on lunch break after having filmed for 5 hours. You were dying to get something to eat or you felt like you’d hurl. So you scurried to the line and ordered your food before rushing to sit down. You were quick to scarf down your food before the rest of the cast could even manage to sit down. Mads sat down and noticed your now empty plate, “Damn girl. Your stomach really went ‘Es hora de comer.’”

You peered up at the girl with a grin and laughed at her tiktok reference. She recently got you caught up on the references, gen z humor, and even set up a tiktok account that you occasionally post on. “I was hungry, miss girl. They do be starving us on the regular,” You whined, “Also, not you teasing me for eating quickly when we both know that you are always eating, especially on Instagram Live.”

Your hint of sass was not missed and Mads makes sure to exaggerate her gasp by making it as loud as possible while clutching her chest. This makes you both burst into a fit of giggles. You weren’t really paying attention to your surroundings before a pair of hands made their way into your hair. A surge of tingles burst along your scalp and upper back. You had a feeling you knew who it was but looked up to confirm the culprit. Of course your eyes met Charlie’s and you couldn’t help but get lost in them for a second; his eyes were always a warmer shade when you peered into them. As the eye contact was made, you could feel his fingers curling into your hair as you let out a giggle and relaxed into his touch. You had gotten used to his affectionate behavior and your heart was quite fond of it now. After all, he’s been doing things like this for a while now. You give him a teasing smile before muttering a simple, “Hey.” He offers you a smile back and asks the famous Joey Tribbiani line, “How you doin’?”

“I’m doing good now that I’m not dying of starvation,” You explained. His response to get under your skin per usual was, “Oh, poor baby~” while ruffling your hair.

You were flustered but decided to scoff at his response. “You may be a tad older than me, C, but this ‘poor baby’ can still kick your ass. Starvation is no laughing matter.”

You were only joking and the brunette could tell too. Even so, his hand tightened in your hair as your threat was still fresh in the air. If it weren’t for Madison laughing, you would have almost forgotten she was there. “You guys bicker like an old married couple,” she taunted.

Ever since that day you’ve craved nothing more than to be something more to him. It didn’t help when his love language is physical touch and he gives you cute nicknames; of course all of these were consented to and talked about. You both had spent time figuring out nicknames and even boundaries; which made you fall even harder for Charlie due to the man’s respect of others. Still, your brain relentlessly argued whether the actions were platonic or not. The memory of his touch still burned your skin with desire, and his eyes always seemed to captivate you, you know if you stared for too long, you’d be a goner. You wanted to tell him how much you loved him, but the impromptu feeling of rejection eased its way into your anxieties and you crumbled before it. So instead you’ve been endlessly daydreaming of what could be for the last month.

Your thoughts were once again interrupted by your stylist as she finished up your hairdo for the next scene you’d be filming. This scene entails a kiss scene with Reggie and you were dreading it entirely. It was bad enough that the man is married, but your feelings for Charlie, and brotherly relationship with Jer just made it worse. You were just hoping you wouldn’t have to reshoot too many times. You made your way to the set and as soon as you made it inside you spotted Charlie out of the crowd. You could already feel the tension throughout the room building. Anyone could see it; the anxiety of the shoot and the way you both stared at each other. You, with hope and him...well, you weren’t sure yet. It’s hard to pinpoint a single word for how he sees you when his eyes are so genuine and open to everyone he meets. You could only ever describe it as a warm feeling. Like, when you get freshly dried blankets out of your drying machine and bundle into them after a long rainy day.

Before you could manage to utter a response, Jeremy, who was at your side, whispers teasingly to you, “I do not like the energy we’ve created in the studio today.”

This broke you from your trance and you bursted into laughter. Of course the rest of the cast was confused at your outburst but you were thankful to have had Jeremy take off some of your stress. Jeremy was just as glad, after all, he noticed how your jaw was clamped tight and your arms were tense when entering the room prior. He took that as a small victory for the day. Of course that also didn’t go unnoticed from the Canadian across the room either.

After some time of filming, a lot of mess ups, and occasional chats, you managed to get to the 2nd to last scene of the day. Your character is arguing with Reggie. Both seemed to be annoyed with the other for avoiding each other. Thus, the scene is an argument. The next visual cues onto you. Your strands of locks were evident along your furrowed brow. Almost as if you were sweating from the heated argument that is occurring within the scene. The scene was written and described to have a lot of sexual tension without having to allude to anything crazy. The next shot is you screaming, “God why can’t you just man up for once and stop avoiding me? You can flirt with all the girls you want but can’t seem to even look me in the eyes. What is wrong with you?!”

After that it is supposed to pan to Reggie. Thus zooming into him with a hurt look all the while he looks from my eyes to my lips. Then he shouts while running up to me and cupping my face, “Because I’m in love with you and it scares me,” then crashing his lips into mine.

We’ve had to shoot this scene twice already for either cringing or messing up a line. However, this shot was the kicker because we both secretly agreed to imagine each other as the person we had feelings for.

The conversion with Jeremy had gone like this after the first few mess ups, “Okay so this isn’t working.”

To which you responded with a sigh, “yeah it’s just too weird...we keep letting our real lives divide us from our characters for this scene.”

He nodded his head in response before scratching his head. “How about we pretend that we aren’t talking to each other OR each other’s characters...and instead someone who holds our heart?” Jeremy offered thoughtfully.

You were shocked to have heard such a smart but scary plan. That’s when you paled, did he know of your crush? Before you could even ask he was quick to the punch. “I know. I figured it out after some time. The stares you gave him were a dead giveaway. I won’t tell anyone, but I think it would be a great way to get your feelings out there without having to subject yourself to that type of scenario right now. Use it for your gain and not your hindrance...if that makes sense?”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at the goofy brunette. He really was like family to you and he knew more about you than you expected. You were just glad you didn’t have to bottle it up from another person."I'm ready to try again, if you are?" Thus cueing to our now revised and improved scene. The scene now had so much pent up frustration and tension it was addicting to watch. No one could seem to tear their eyes away.

Thus, Kenny yelled cut and everyone was cheering. Everyone except Charlie, that is. You quickly looked at the male, his eyes for the first time since you met him were closed off and had a faraway look to them. Your feelings of dread and worry kicked in and you wondered what was wrong. Maybe you didn’t do the scene right? You weren’t honestly sure what to do in that moment, up until you felt Jeremy’s hand grab your shoulder and shake you slightly. “Hey, you did great! Our plan worked out well,” Jer made sure to mutter that last part.

He was now the only one who 100% knew of your feelings. You speculate that others are starting to catch on but weren’t sure entirely. Your response to him was, “Thanks, Jer. God I wish I could just say that to him myself, to be honest.”

Jeremy got a small chuckle out of that and pats your head before saying, “You’ll be ready one day...maybe sooner than later...mainly after that scene.”

You look at him questioningly before asking, “What is that supposed to mean?”

He shook his head and gave you a small smile before walking off. Now you were confused by two males in your life. “God, this is why I usually stick to female friends...at least there’s no riddles with women,” you thought to yourself.

You couldn’t manage to find Charlie after that scene and didn’t find him at all for the rest of the filming day. This aggravated you a lot because you were excited to hear the praise from him the most. After all, that was the most major scene in the entire season for your character. At times like this you wished you had Charlie’s number to just text him and see how he was doing. But even after all these months, you never managed to ask for his number. You guys would just rely on conversation at work. Plus you assumed he was the busy type and wouldn’t be on his phone often anyways. So instead you made your way to Jeremy after a few hours to see if anything was going on. He seemed just as carefree as usual, figures.

"He's been missing since the 2nd to last scene of the day and you're not worried?" You ask Jer.

“No, because you could always shoot him a text. I’m sure he’s alright and just needed time to cool off after filming,” Jeremy says but his voice doesn’t sound so confident. It almost seemed like he was lying.

“I don’t exactly have his number yet, bub,” you grumbled.

Jeremy laughed at your expression and nudged you, “Hey, cut me some slack, I’m trying to help.”

"If you give me his phone number, I might reconsider,” you say with a smirk and gleaming eyes. Jeremy contemplated it but thought it was best that the phone number was earned and not given out by someone else. Consent is key guys.

At some point you gave up searching for the man, “He’s an adult and can handle himself,” you thought.

You made your way to your trailer and you soon heard footsteps approaching you. Owen’s voice interrupted your thoughts, “Hey, are you okay? You seem kind of upset.”

You looked up to the blonde and gave him the sincerest smile you could manage. “Yeah…” your response was off timed and almost broken and was a dead giveaway that it was a lie. You scolded yourself for your horrible acting.

“I can tell you aren’t. Mind if we talk about it?” He asked softly. Of course you couldn’t say no to him, his offer was too sincere and heartfelt.

So instead you sighed and muttered, “Okay but in private. Come into my trailer.” He nodded his head in response and followed you inside.

“Where do I even start?” This was more so a question you were asking yourself and less so him.

“If you have to start with bullet points, that's totally fine,” he offered.

You nodded in relief and began listing your current issues. “Honestly, I’m worried about Charlie. Usually he’s in a chipper mood and always there to support me but today he was off. He looked so spaced out and I haven’t seen him at all since then. I was hoping for some sort of ‘congrats’ I guess. Plus, I’m scared I may have upset him somehow.”

You had sputtered some of the words so fast it took Owen a minute to process. Your anxiety spurred out of haywire as you waited for his response. Once he finally had collected the information and put two and two together, he hadn’t even responded to what you said and instead gasped and blurted, “Oh my god, you’re in love with him aren’t you?”

You couldn't manage to handle another person figuring it out and you froze on spot. A bunch of excuses filled your thoughts but nothing ever managed to come out. So instead you drop your head and offer a small nod to the smart blonde for connecting two and two together. You weren’t the only one now silent, for Owen was now just as shocked and processing what had just happened. Both tried to come up with something to say but fell short until you decided to speak up and say, “It started as a celebrity crush when I was first introduced to the show Charmed and then spiraled as I watched JATP. Now that I’ve gotten closer to him... the feelings aren’t a simple crush anymore. I’ve been trying, and for some reason failing, to keep it on the downlow so that I don’t make things awkward...or worse, ruin what I have with Charlie.”

You sigh and grip your arms before leaning against the wall and continuing, “Today he’s been acting distant with me and I’m not sure what I did wrong.”

Owen stayed silent as you spoke and took time pondering on what he should exactly say. After all, this is a tough situation to be in. “I don’t think it’s you,” he muttered and decided to trail on, “I think he’s just being overworked. Plus he could’ve been worried about your scene looking realistic..like maybe you were genuinely mad.”

You took in his words for a second. He did have a point after all. “Also, to your feelings for him...I was shocked to hear because I assumed it wouldn’t stir up until months later. No offense but you seem to be an oblivious person and I kind of assumed you wouldn’t realize for a while.”

You chuckled and wacked his arm playfully and he laughed as a response. “I think if your feelings become too much, you should talk to someone...or him,” he advised.

“I usually just vent to Jer...and well, now you,” you confessed before finishing with, “If it gets bad I’ll consider talking to Charlie. Until then, this stays between us.”

So now two people knew. Now for Mads to find out. All it takes is for one thing to happen...a failed cast movie night. You had thought of the idea of having a movie night at your apartment with the cast as a way to have a break from set. This allowed for more group bonding without work being involved. You invited everyone, even Charlie. After all, things were fine now. It had been a few weeks since that filming day with Jeremy and at some point Charlie seemed to be alright again. You had originally chosen to drop it and it stayed that way. Now, an hour before the movie night was supposed to commence, your “movie night” group chat buzzed with notifications. Everyone had different excuses for the random bails and last minute decisions. You were disappointed to say the least but accepted the fate. You laid on the couch for a little bit before deciding to pack everything up. That was until you heard a honk come from outside. You saw the familiar vermillion Subaru and the driver’s side tinted window rolled down before a mess of brown waves shot out. The bubbly brunette had a huge smile on his face. That smile of his was contagious and before you knew it your face broke into a large smile as well. You laughed before closing the curtain and rushing to set everything back up.

Soon enough you heard a knock on your door and you hustled to go open the door for Charlie. You whipped the door open and offered the dork a smile before ushering him in. “You didn’t have to go out of your way to come here. Mainly since everyone else bailed.” You said.

He gave you an awkward smile and said, “Yeah...but I wanted to come,” scratching his hair and then finishing with, “Plus it means we can talk about the movie without anyone whining.”

You giggle at him and shake your head slightly. You made your way to the microwave and flopped your popcorn bag into it before pressing the few buttons and starting it. The buzzing sound of the microwave filled the air as you grabbed a drink from the fridge. “Hey,” you called to the brunette that had already made himself comfortable on your couch, “Is there anything specific you want to drink?”

He gave you an answer and you made sure to offer him the drink before getting the popped popcorn from the microwave. You flopped down next to him and grabbed your remote. “Okay so I’m vibing with Halloween movies right now,” You state.

He pops a few pieces of popcorn into his mouth and agrees with the genre. “How about Hocus Pocus?” He offers.

You shake your head no, “I already watched it recently.” He gave you a shocked but pleased look.

“How about….Ooo how about Halloween Town? I grew up with the movies.” You said excitedly. His smile was just as big as yours.

“I grew up watching them too!” He announced gleefully.

So now begins your hours long movie adventure with the two of you. Currently, you both had somehow managed a cuddle position, sadly deemed platonic, where you were lying along his chest and side. You could feel the thumping of his heartbeat as you rested your head in the crook of his shoulder. His breathing was relaxing and kept you from being able to focus on the movie in front of you. At some points within the movie you could feel his thumb tracing circles along your side or arm. Those moments were a lot harder to breathe during and you had a lot of mental battles to make sure you could catch your breath. The snacks were already picked through and your drinks were long forgotten as you appreciated his presence alongside you. His laugh throughout some scenes always seemed addicting to hear and you’d rather listen to that than the movie right now. He always had a smile on his face, especially right now. You both had a good laugh at the cheap SFX makeup and low quality CGI. The acting was always so cheesy but you both couldn’t help but adore the nostalgia. It was nice to have someone else admire a classic with you.

You had moments where you almost could feel his gaze along your features and it took a lot of mental strength to pretend you couldn’t feel the tingles. You were sure you were just imagining things but curiosity kept getting the better of you. So you made a quick glance up at his direction as the movie neared its end. There was a huge smile on your face from the movie moments prior to your realization. Now your eyes met those same intoxicating viridescent ones and the intimate moments began once more. You flashed him a smile before looking back at the movie before you.

At some point at the end you blurted, “You know, if this movie were re-filmed, you would be a much better love interest for the series.” To which he gives you a perplexed look before giving you a crooked grin.

“Why do you say that?” He questioned with a slanted brow.

“Well, because this wouldn’t be the first time you’d be a love interest to a witch,” you started before adding, “as well as you’re amazingly talented at acting as love interests and just acting in general.”

He broke out into a huge grin before excitedly responding, “To be honest, I’d love to star in a remake of a childhood film I enjoyed, so yeah, I wouldn’t mind. I think it’d be fun!”

You couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride to know he was just as excited at the concept but also because he agreed with you without judgement. However, you could never admit to him that you also would love to see him play one of the love interests Marnie had because you always put yourself in Marnie’s shoes.

Alas, the movie came to an end and he needed to head home for the night. Begrudgingly getting up from the couch, you both had scrambled to pick up the mess you made. After you both finished, you walked him towards the door and you guys bid each other goodbyes, making sure to ask for each other’s phone numbers in advance. You took a deep exhale once the front door shut. It felt like you had been holding in your breath for the evening. You made your way to the bathroom to do your nightly routine before eventually heading to bed. You stayed up most of the night imagining his eyes, the way his chest shifted up and down when breathing, the gentle beating of his heart in your ears, and the laugh that echoed along the walls of your apartment. These thoughts made you feel warm and whole before eventually falling into a deep sleep.

The next day was busy and filled with life as you had more scenes that needed to be filmed. A lot of the cast kept offering you smiles and seemed more chipper than normal towards you. It was eerie and you kept wondering what they knew that you didn't. You could be wrong but it just didn’t feel right. You kept wondering what everyone knew and was doing before bumping into someone. A mess of dark unruly hair flashed into your perspective and you connected the dots as to who it was. Before you could say anything, she beat you to the punch, "I heard from Charlie that you guys had a movie night together,” Madison stated, almost trying to hint at something more. You had a feeling this possibly correlated with what everyone else was wondering or knew. Great, now everyone was beginning to know of your tragic crush on your coworker.

“Oh yeah we did…” You respond with a smile and hope she’d drop it at that.

“Well? What happened? I want all the details!" Mads pressed cheekily.

You begin your woes with Charlie and how the night had played out. Expressing your admiration for the movie, the things you did together, and even the conversation you had about wanting him to play in a remake.

"The way you flirt is shameful," Madison joked.

“Huh,” You questioned. Her saying that confused you because you never said anything about flirting.

“Oh come on, it’s obvious dude,” Mads admitted while elbowing your side with a grin.

“I’m not sure what you mean, Mads,” You argued with a small smile and teasing stare.

“It’s so obvious that you like him! I just didn’t want to say anything because I thought you hadn’t realized yet.” Mads declared with a knowing smile.

It’s sad to say but she was entirely right. You were horrible from keeping your feelings hidden and her realization just proves that statement. Even so, you were getting a good laugh out of this. “Okay okay, yeah I do and yes it is,” you responded to her statements honestly.

“I knew it! I’m just waiting for the marriage proposal and babies now.” Mads responded with a mischievous grin and hearty chuckle.

You couldn’t help but burst out laughing from her honest and wide stretched ideas. You knew there was a lot of teasing coming your way from now on. You were excited to experience it though, she always offered a good laugh and had great advice. Madison was really developing as her own person and was really mature for her age. You admired that in her. It’s just a little sad that you had to get advice and even be called out by a young teen.

Weeks had passed since the whole cast and Mads situation occurred. Currently, you’ve been chatting with Charlie on the daily over the phone. Whether it be a call or simple text, you always had something to look forward to during the day. Hell, you’d get an occasional meme or tiktok sent your way. There were days when you’d even film some tiktok challenges with him for fun. You had a blast whenever he was around and the comment section of both of your accounts were constantly spammed about your guys’ chemistry. Most people were supportive of your friendship and others were quick to ship you guys. You couldn’t deny that you were flustered by the overwhelming support and fanbase sent your way. Charlie always seemed so excited to read or show you the comments that came strolling in after posting anything with you two.

There were multiple times where you’d make eye contact or your faces would be super close together. Your breath would hitch every time and it took a lot to manage your breathing to be normal. You swore up and down this man made you develop asthma. You couldn’t help it, that man took your breath away. The subtle brushes of his hand on your side or arms were never overlooked. Or the way he’d occasionally grasp your hand when directing you somewhere. You noticed all of these little things he did when he was with you. You tried to brush it off as normal but you couldn't help but hope. Mainly when there were a few romantic challenges that you’ve done together online.

The slowburn was killing you. It was near your last few weeks of filming now. You didn’t know what to expect or think anymore. He is openly intimate with anyone he cares about, so it's hard to differentiate platonic from romantic. That was, until he called you randomly on your day off asking something very important. “Hey,” you can hear a small awkward chuckle before he continues, “There's something I need to get off my chest. I’ve been waiting a while to say this...you are always the one at the back of my mind, and I was wondering if I could take you somewhere...like on a date?”

You were silent for a moment. You didn’t expect that type of question out of the blue; let alone from him. Finally you managed to muster up the courage to respond after a few moments of silence, “Uh yeah! Where would we be going and what time?”

“The first part of your question is a surprise, and 8 pm. Dress cute and comfy.” He announced with a cheerful but playful tone.

You couldn’t help but giggle at his cuteness from over the phone. “Okay, I’ll see you then,” You responded with a goofy tone before hanging up.

Now your anxiety was spiraling. You had to figure out what to wear that could fit any occasion since it's a surprise. You knew it wasn’t some fancy dinner. He was more of the spontaneous adventure type for dates, at least, that what you assumed. So instead, you go for a cute pair of jeans, a cute top and flannel, and a few accessories. You paced around your room while contemplating what would occur tonight. You had an hour before he was coming to pick you up and you were trying to buy yourself time. So, you settled for scrolling tiktok and your other social media feeds. All of your content was booming with new likes, follows, and comments. It put a huge smile on your face from all of the support you were receiving before you heard a knock on your front door.

Before you could even say anything, the brunette was already leaning against the doorway and said with the all knowing accent, “How you doin’?”

You couldn’t help but laugh while hurriedly grabbing your keys and saying, “Oh come on Charlie, that’s so cheesy. You used that as a pickup line, really?”

“Hey hey now, they’ll be plenty more before this is over. You might as well accept it,” he cheekily taunts.

While shaking your head and laughing, you make your way out the door and to his vehicle. You see him rush past you to be at the passenger side before you make it and he opens the door as you get closer. You smiled at the thoughtful action and decided not to mention it just yet. You adjusted yourself into the seat before buckling up and looking at the radio. “Hey, could I use the aux cord to play some music?” You ask quickly.

He looks over at you before nodding his head and handing you the cord. You plug it into your phone before shuffling through your playlists to pick a song. All the while Charlie is pulling out of the apartment complex parking zone. Soon you finally manage to pick a song and immediately click it. You adjusted the volume while waiting for the first tune to come out. Soon enough the song began. “Ba ba da da. Ba ba da da. Ba ba da da. Ba ba da da. Ba ba da da”

You were already goofily singing along and tapping the beat along the dashboard. Soon enough the singing began, “Take a look at my girlfriend. She's the only one I got (ba ba da da) Not much of a girlfriend; I never seem to get a lot (ba ba da da, ba ba da da). It's been some time since we last spoke. This is gonna sound like a bad joke, but momma I fell in love again. It's safe to say I have a new girlfriend.”

He was staring at you as he sang along to the lyrics; never breaking eye contact as the song continued. You wondered what it would be like to be called his girlfriend and introduced to his family. You’d never met them before but you hear amazing stories all the time from the bubbly brunette beside you.

“And I know it sounds so old, but cupid got me in a chokehold, and I'm afraid I might give in. Towels on the mat my white flag is wavin'. I mean she even cooks me pancakes and Alka Seltzer when my tummy aches. If that ain't love then I don't know what love is.”

You pondered what it would be like to have breakfast with him or to be around on his sick days. Those were vulnerable moments in a person’s life and it made you crave that even more.

“We even got a secret handshake”

You guys did have a ‘secret’ handshake. It originated sometime during a tiktok because you thought it would be a great filler moment for one of the videos.

“And she loves the music that my band makes”

You adored JATP and Sunset Curve. You listened to the first season’s Now or Never on repeat. You adored anything that had to do with his voice, honestly. Some of his covers on tiktok and Instagram were shamelessly saved. You’d go back and listen to them when you needed a “pick me up.”

“I know I'm young but if I had to choose her or the sun, I'd be one nocturnal son of a gun.”

It was true. If any moments with him meant losing time in the day, it was well worth it. Even so, you both were screaming along to these lyrics and had huge smiles the entire time. The chorus played out the speakers and along the walls of the car once more before continuing with, “It's been a while since we talked last and I'm tryin' hard not to talk fast, but dad I'm finally thinkin' I may have found the one. Type of girl that will make you way proud of your son.”

God, you crave the acceptance of his family. It was eating at you constantly. You weren’t even dating the guy yet and already worried for the day you had to prove yourself to the family that helped him become the man he is today. That’s a lot to handle for someone mentally, mainly if they don’t end up liking you. They’re his flesh and blood and you’d never want to come between that.

“And I know you heard the last song about the girls that didn't last long, but I promise this is on a whole new plane. I can tell by the way she says my name (ba ba da da)”

You pondered for a moment who he might have dated and his love life in general. After all, were you his normal type? Do you have an effect on him? You brushed away the thought as the next lyrics played, “I love it when she calls my phone. She even got her very own ringtone. If that ain't love then I don't know what love is (ba ba da da)”

You smiled at the thought of him possibly looking forward to your random calls about whatever you were thinking about at the moment. You were always excited to receive a call from him. You’d always hear the ringtone for him which was currently set to ‘Yellow’ by Coldplay. After all, he was your yellow. But you did wonder what yours might’ve been on his. Hell, knowing him he’d probably just left it to the generic tone or a funny one.

“It's gonna be a long drive home but I know as soon as I arrive home, and I open the door, take off my coat and throw my bag on the floor. She'll be back into my arms once more for sure.”

You wished for the day you were together and could experience that level of comfort. Hoping for the day you could come home from a tiring day at work and just bask in the comfort of your partner’s arms. You imagined it for a little while longer while the chorus continued once again. You couldn’t help but space out and daydream for a different time. You knew Charlie was probably looking at you like you were crazy for spacing out randomly but you couldn’t seem to break your thoughts away.

“She's got a smile that would make the most senile, annoying old man bite his tongue. I'm not done. She's got eyes comparable to sunrise and it doesn't stop there. Man, I swear, she's got porcelain skin of course she's a 10, and now she's even got her own song. But movin' on, she's got the cutest laugh I ever heard and we can be on the phone for three hours; not sayin' one word. And I would still cherish every moment, and when I start to build my future she's the main component. Call it dumb, call it luck, call it love, or whatever you call it but everywhere I go I keep her picture in my wallet like here.”

You were still in your own little thoughts while these lyrics played. Even when spaced out, you could still see the figure beside you absolutely jamming along to the lyrics like he meant every word. He was so expressive and happy as he sang along. He was in his element and you adored it. You slowly stopped spacing out and focused on the man beside you as he continued to sing along.

Charlie stopped at the red light, just as the last few moments of the chorus played along in the background. You were belting along again and acting out the lyrics in your own charming way. Your hair illuminated from the sun’s warm glare and your skin was shining in an almost ethereal-like way. Your body language screamed serenity and fluidity. He couldn’t help but be enraptured by your free spirit. His gaze was solely focused on you as you sang along, almost as if he was scared to look away for he’d miss a single moment of you. Both parties could feel the positivity and connection radiating off each other. As the song neared its end, you sat back breathless from your little show-stopping performance. You finally turned back to Charlie and you couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed by his expression. It was pure awe and it made you feel flustered. His stare was piercing and shined with adoration. His smile was wider than any other moment you’ve ever experienced with him.

“Why are you staring at me like that?” You asked with a bashful smile while brushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

He chuckled before responding, “Can’t I just admire you for a second? I don’t see this often.”

You were confused by his statement at first, that was until you realized what his words truly meant. You had shown a part of yourself that others rarely see, the goofy and open side. Yes, you goofed around with friends and cast members but you still had your timid or closed-off self. However, this is the side of yourself that oozed confidence, and only he got to experience it at this moment. Which was something you’d both treasure from this moment forward. You’d thankfully managed to notice the light had turned green in the nick of time.

“C, the light is green!” You warned but had a huge smile on your face as you said so.

“I know,” he said teasingly while staring at you for a moment longer before driving once more.

You pulled up to the park where you could almost make out something in the distance. It appeared to be a few things laying out on the grass. One of those things being a square shape, probably a blanket. Putting two and two together, you realized it was a picnic date. Your heart swelled at the wholesome idea and admired him for the effort. You hadn’t even seen the entire setup and were already swooning. You look up at him and give him a lovesick smile before he quickly shuffled out of the door and ran to your side. He was a helpless romantic and believed chivalry wasn’t dead. So being the gentleman he was, he opened the door for you and offered you his hand so it would be easier to leave the Subaru. You giggle and say, “such a gentleman.”

He flashes you another smile before saying, “You deserve the world. I may not be able to offer much, but for you, I’ll do anything.”

Your heart felt like it was beating out of your chest at the response he gave you. It wasn’t something you were used to from him. It was endearing, to say the least. You both made your way to your picnic spot. A soft blanket and cute basket were laying out. There was even a bouquet of your favorite flowers and his guitar laying along the grass. All of your favorite snacks and drinks were inside the basket. You were giddy as you looked at everything before you. “This is so sweet, C.” you gushed.

“I wanted to prove to you that I take your heart seriously and that I care.” He seemed shy while he spoke but his eyes were open and honest. He meant every word.

“You have nothing to prove, that you haven’t already, Gillespie.” You teased while softly punching his arm.

He playfully hit back as he responded, “I know but I still wanted to.”

“Fair. Okay, what do you want to do?” You asked.

The poor guy blanked for a moment. He seemed at a loss at your question. “Honestly, I’m not sure. I didn’t think I’d get this far,” he admitted.

You laughed before asking, “Why’s that?”

He chuckled before his face switched to a more serious note, “I always thought of you as unobtainable. You were so interesting and motivated and open to others. I didn’t know if you saw me as anything more than a friend. It started as an attraction but soon I had gotten really close with you and it developed into more. By then I was scared that if I said something, I could lose you.”

You were frozen. You didn’t anticipate this type of response. After all, these are only things you’d experience in fanfiction. It made you feel special. If it wasn’t for the fact that you were in public, you’d probably cry. You’d been dying to hear his side and now you finally have.

“In all honesty, I felt the same way. That you were unattainable, that is.” You responded while looking down.

You kept peering down at the blanket before feeling his hand cup your cheek and tilting your head up. Your eyes met his own before the question left his lips, “And why’s that?” By now if any oxygen was entering your lungs, you damn well couldn’t feel it. His gaze was paralyzing and it took a few moments for you to break away from it. You shifted back a bit to give your heart the break it needed before finally speaking up, “Because. You are you. This lovable and goofy guy. You are adventurous and never take no for an answer. You push others to be their best. You never speak of romance and you always seemed more interested in popular celebrities.”

He chuckled at your response. “Hey! Don’t laugh at me, this is embarrassing to admit,” You whined. You tried to hide the small smile making its way onto your face.

“I’m not laughing at you. Just at the thought that we both thought the other wasn’t interested. I mean come on! Oh, and hey, never be embarrassed to be open with me. I say embarrassing things and do embarrassing things all the time.” He opened up.

“Okay, so what’s one thing you are embarrassed to admit?” You asked curiously. The question honestly intrigued you and his response even more so. Plus, it made it easier to avoid continuing the awkward things you said prior.

“I may have tipped everyone off to not come to your movie night months ago so I could finally have alone time with you,” He answered honestly. You were shocked by two things in that sentence; his boldness and that he had done something like that to gain your attention.

“If you wanted to spend time with me, all you had to do was ask!” you shrieked before pushing his shoulder playfully.

You both were laughing and enjoying the honesty. You never expected him to be the sneaky type and plan something like that. However, it did make a lot of sense looking back. Now it was time for him to ask something, and of course, he continued the intimate questionnaires. “Why did you choose to come with me tonight?” he asked curiously.

He seemed invested by your answer but you could tell by his body language that he was a little antsy. He was brushing his arms and shifting his legs a lot while he waited for you to answer. “I thought, well, for once in my life I should make a decision for myself that would be adventurous, put me out of my comfort zone, and just to let me be happy. I didn’t expect you to ever actually ask me out, but I’m glad you did.” You answered honestly.

He seemed bewildered by your response but still broke out into his heart-stopping grin. You really did know how to blow the man away every time you showed another side of yourself. The questions continued for what seemed like hours and it was now dark out. Even so, the conversation was just as lively and Charlie couldn’t help but stare at you. Your eyes were sparkling from the night’s ever glowing moon. He could only gaze at your face and appreciate your features; your lashes hiding the gleam in your eyes and the soft crinkles of your lids. A hearty chuckle belted out of those lips; the ones he so desperately wanted to kiss. As you continued to banter for the rest of the night, he could never manage to tear his eyes away from your face and he liked it that way.

As the conversation continued and got more intimate so did your closeness. Now, his lips are mere centimeters from you; feeling his breath ghost your lips...and all you could manage to describe this moment as is intoxicating. His eyes drifted longingly between your lips and eyes before you could just barely feel his lips lift into a smirk. Just then when all else felt like it had disappeared around you and the pale moonlight lit up your figures, he grasped your waist and the impossible became possible as his hand gripped you and pulled you into a kiss; one that ignited something inside of you, inside of himself. Others always described having the kiss from “the one” as fireworks but in reality, it felt different. Fireworks are quick and go out just as they start...this was something entirely more addicting. You’d describe this kiss as tingly, but not the type of tingles you feel when cold, instead, something that engulfs your entire body and you can’t help but feel weak to it. You fall prey to the feeling of warmth and lightheadedness it offers. All the while trying to manage to gasp for air while you can hear your heart beating in your ears. You were almost entirely sure he could probably feel your heart beating out of your chest. “Maybe sometimes slow burn is okay for the plot,” you thought to yourself while still locking lips with the Canadian actor. Was it simply luck that caused you to meet him that fateful day...or was it the universe giving you the answers you needed all your life? The answer is...your spark.

#charlie gillespie #charlie gillespie x y/n #charlie gillespie x reader #x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #third person #jatp fic #coworkers #coworker au #madison reyes #owen joyner #jeremy shada #oneshot #one shot #romance #actor au

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sepublic · 3 years

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Who sold the Curse to Lilith?

A while back, @loosescrewslefty pointed out to me that Tibbles’ shop, which he specifically cited as having been passed down through generations, is named Mud and Sundry. Mud and Sundry was located in the Night Market… Lilith bought her curse from the Night Market… Tibbles sells an elixir that cures said curse at exorbitant prices, and he is a remorseless, opportunistic capitalist. We’ve all wondered why it was called a Curse of Feathers and MUD… And the stand is called MUD and Sundry. You do the math.

Though, if this theory is correct, then it’s worth noting that it was probably Tibbles II who sold a young Lilith that curse- We know Tibbles III is a Witch, and according to Dana, witches have about the same lifespans as humans. I’m not entirely sure Tibbles III’s age, but he doesn’t seem to be that old- At least, he was probably a child when Lilith was. So it’s more than likely that his father was in charge of Mud and Sundry, and thus sold the curse to Lilith in this theory.

So, we’ve got the scummy family of capitalist pigs, who literally create the conditions that others need a cure for- But said cure isn’t permanent and has to be constantly bought across one’s entire life, because the curse itself is permanent. I’m not saying Tibbles could potentially become the most reviled character in this entire show, even moreso than Adegast or Odalia and Alador for me… At least, I’m not saying this UNLESS the show confirms that it was his bloodline that caused this mess. And if so, then I hope that Tibbles straight-up died and was painfully devoured alive by his own animals, back when Eda dumped those crab apples on him.

Like, let’s be real here- Lilith is definitely terrible for what she did back as a kid, BUT! The important thing to remember is that Lilith legitimately thought the curse would last for a day, and only hinder Eda’s magic; She couldn’t have ever imagined the curse lasting for the rest of Eda’s life, which it would also shorten… Nor could Lilith have anticipated the curse turning Eda into a beast as well. Lilith was willing to curse her sister for a day- NOT for the rest of her life, nor was Lilith willing to shorten that life either. The side-effects of that curse were out of her hand, but keep in mind that Lilith had a VERY different intent…

What I’m saying is- Screw the dude who sold a child a curse. Screw the dude who willingly, knowingly sold this kid a curse, knowing exactly the kind of damage it’d cause- And screw them for not even having the decency to be upfront and honest about the severity of this curse, especially when you know this kid is going to be using it on someone. ESPECIALLY if the kid thinks it’ll last for a day, VS someone’s entire existence… If you’re going to sell a kid something that can and WILL permanently ruin a person’s life, at least be honest about it! I’m gonna be honest, I’m way angrier at whoever sold Lilith the curse, because this is something they did for a living, and something they chose to do; And I have no sympathy for them even if they were dirt-poor, because…

Curses explicitly hurt and ruin people’s lives. That’s literally their only, primary function. Lilith can at least reassure herself because it’s supposed to be temporary, and she’s only doing it once, and by herself. Whoever sold her the curse was a bastard who enabled this for other people, who no doubt caused a lot of people pain for money- And they enabled others to do the same, horrible things. And, if they couldn’t even be accurate about the severity of their curses, then this seller likely got a lot of people to cross lines they never would’ve otherwise- You know, like Lilith herself. They sold permanent curses, stuff that can’t be taken back for people who justifiably underestimated their severity, stuff that forces you to basically sell your soul to afford elixirs and treatment. This seller legit ruined Lilith and Eda’s lives, and shortened Eda’s especially, and I just…

LOOK. I really hope that after that incident… I really hope that Lilith tracked down that seller. And confronted them over their dishonesty, and how it ruined Eda’s life. Considering she tried so hard to cure Eda, you know she would’ve at least tried. And as a member of the Emperor’s Coven… Really, who’s to say Lilith didn’t take her revenge? The Night Market is a hive for illegal activity- She’s fully in her authority to arrest someone, not that an enforcer of a dictatorship needs much justification anyway. And, I’d like to imagine that Lilith got her revenge, for her AND Eda’s sake… Maybe she pulled strings to get the seller petrified. Maybe she offered them to Emperor Belos himself, as a sacrifice and a source of magic bile to drain, if the seller had any…

Because screw that person. Seriously. I’m already incensed at them as-is for the nature of their profession and their willingness to sell to children, but now it’s personal because we see firsthand, intimately, how much a curse can screw people over- Not just the victim, but even the caster, who can get tricked into the guilt of crossing a line they never would’ve! And if it was Tibbles II who sold Lilith the curse, and if Lilith DID get revenge by having him killed or imprisoned for the rest of his life, sentenced to a fate worse than death ideally… I have to wonder how this would shape Tibbles III’s feelings about the Emperor’s Coven, and about the Clawthornes.

Does he recognize Eda as the sister of his father’s killer, low-key the cause of his father’s death? Does he resent Eda for this, is there another level to his conflict with Eda? He never brings it up, that’s worth mentioning… Though it’s possible Lilith came in and took out his father, before a younger Tibbles even realized who the culprit was. I wouldn’t be surprised if Lilith would’ve done this early into her career in the Emperor’s Coven, which likely meant that she’d be wearing the standard uniform and thus be unrecognizable.

Would Tibbles know that it was the Emperor’s Coven who had a hand in this? Does he have feelings about giving them what they want- Or does he just not care, because profit is all that matters in the end? I wouldn’t be surprised if he was so utterly remorseless that he didn’t even bat an eye at his father’s death because it just meant getting inheritance. That in the end it’s all just business, and it’s his father’s fault for being so traceable and thus opening himself to a customer’s revenge. Then again, Tibbles DOES emphasize how Mud and Sundry was passed down through the generations, which implies some value of his familial connections and pride towards them. Who can say, besides Dana herself of course…

All I’m saying is- I’m in the mood for bacon, all of a sudden. And if the seller IS still out and about, I really want a bonding episode between Eda and Lilith as they utterly eviscerate them. Maybe give them a taste of their own medicine… Or shall I say, curse? Really BOTH, if Tibbles II sold curses with the intent to make people reliant on the elixirs he brewed.

#the owl house #owl house #the owl house lilith #lilith clawthorne #the owl house eda #edalyn clawthorne #the owl house tibbles #speculation #theory

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maraudererasmut · 4 years

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Black and White (Part XXIX)

Remus Lupin was standing in the middle of a gallery that was hosting his art show.

This was something he had always dreamed of, but never expected to actually happen. There he was, in Black and White, with his paintings on the wall, each with a price tag next to it. Better than that, there were art collectors and consultants roaming about, viewing this work, considering them for purchase. This was everything Remus had ever wanted.

Why, then, was his mind focused on something entirely different?

As Remus shook hands with wealthy people and smiled professionally at them, his only thought was of his kiss with Sirius. It was tender and intimate, with Sirius' hands holding him, finger tips tangling through his curls.

Every once in a while, Sirius would approach Remus, his Gallery Owner Grin plastered to his face. For all intents and purposes, it felt like a professional dynamic— then Sirius' hand would surreptitiously graze the small of Remus' back, gently guiding him towards something or someone. Was that normal? Did Sirius always place his hand on the small of people's backs? Was his smile always accompanied with that rosy glow of his cheeks? Did his eyes always sparkle that much?

At some point during the evening, Lily caught Remus on his own, approaching him and giving him a tight embrace.

"Congratulations, Remus. This is an amazing turnout! And people keep saying how much they love your art! You should be so proud of yourself!"

"Heh… thanks, Lily," Remus responded, tearing his eyes off of Sirius, who was standing next to Dorcas and laughing. "And… you too. Your art is also beautiful. I've heard Dorcas is considering buying something for one of their clients."

Lily beamed at Remus, bright red lips parted joyfully.

"Thanks, Remus! Yeah, they talked to me about commissioning some stuff. It's pretty exciting!" Lily paused, looking at Remus expectantly, raising a delicate eyebrow.

"What?" Remus asked pointedly, trying to keep a straight face. "You clearly want to say something. Spit it out!"

Lily's ivory cheeks flushed as she glanced behind her shoulder at Sirius before turning back to the other artist.

"He seems to be in good spirits..."

"So he does."

"Remus, what happened? You two were arguing and now… you haven't taken your eyes off of him all night!"

Remus shifted his gaze away from the gallery owner, who he just happened to be looking at. He brushed his hair from his eyes, trying to detract from the blush that was spreading across his cheeks.

"I have no idea what you're talking about, Lily."

"Mhmm…" She clearly didn't believe him.

"Look, we'll get coffee tomorrow, okay? For now, I have to concentrate on being…" Remus gestured to himself, as if he was wearing some sort of costume and had to ensure that he was acting the part.

Lily leaned in to give Remus a kiss on the cheek and a squeeze of the arm. She pulled away and winked at him.

"It's a date. We'll talk tomorrow."

As Lily glided away, Remus felt a hand press firmly on his shoulder. He turned around and grinned at James, who looked completely and utterly satisfied with himself.

"Glad you fixed it," he said, his eyes lingering on the lithe silhouette of his wife. "'Cause I was ready to hit someone."

"I'm glad you didn't," Remus responded with a chuckle. "My face is far too fragile."

"I never said it would be you…" James put his arm over Remus' shoulder and tugged him closer, causing the artist to stumble slightly. James was quite a bit stronger than he let on. "So!" He continued cheerfully. "You haven't introduced me to your friends or family yet! Which of these guests are yours?"

Remus shrugged nonchalantly, trying not to let the sudden heaviness in his heart ruin the mood.

"I didn't invite anyone."

"What?!" James pulled away from Remus, placing a hand firmly on each of the artist's shoulders and bending down to look him straight in the eyes. Remus stared straight ahead, his mind focusing on the deep, ruddy brown of James' cheeks, the velvety darkness in his eyes. "Why didn't you invite anyone?! This is your first art show, Remus! You should be celebrating! Your family should be here with you! Or your friends! Someone!"

Remus steeled himself, trying not to show any of his anxiety on his face. He thought of painting, he thought of colours, he focused on the man in front of him. James' colours always reminded Remus of autumn, with their warm glows and subtle orange undertones. Autumn and summer— that was James and Lily.

"My friends are here," Remus managed to choke out, trying not to get emotional. "And I'm so glad that you guys came."

Remus was losing his resolve as he watched James' dark brown eyes fill with tears. James scooped Remus into a bear hug, squeezing tighter than the artist thought possible.

"We love you, Remus. So much." James' voice was muffled in Remus' shoulder, but the artist managed to make out the words. He patted James on the back, glancing over to Lily pleadingly, hoping for some kind of explanation.

"I...uh… I love you guys, too? Thanks James…"

James pulled away and held Remus' arms at his side.

"I'm so honoured to be your friend, and I'm thrilled that I get to celebrate this with you."

"Uh… right back at you, James…"

"James, honey!" Lily appeared out of nowhere, placing a gentle hand on her husband's shoulder and offering Remus an apologetic look. "Let's let Remus mingle with the other guests. He has some art to sell!"

"Yes, yes! We'll see you later, Remus. Good luck!"

James and Lily departed, leaving Remus stunned in the middle of the gallery. Just as he was about to go to the bar to grab himself a drink, he was approached by someone he hadn't met before.

"Remus, is it?"

"Yes?" The artist smiled at the stranger and held out his hand. He was used to the routine by this point in the evening. "And you are?"

"Caradoc. Dearborn. Pleasure to meet you."

Caradoc's grip was surprisingly firm as he shook Remus' hand. He was a large man, taller and broader than Sirius, and he held himself with confidence. He had beautifully dark skin, emphasized by the contrast to the bleach blonde of his closely shaved hair. When he smiled, gleaming white teeth showed and his rich brown eyes glimmered with excitement. Caradoc had round cheeks and a chiseled jawline, classically handsome features that Remus' heart responded to with a few sporadic thumps.

"Likewise," Remus mumbled, lost in the woodsy colours that made up Caradoc's irises, and the smokey scent of his cologne.

"Figured I should introduce myself to London's next big thing. I want to be in your good books for when you're famous!" He accompanied his grand statements with a cheeky wink.

"Oh, I don't know about that," Remus said casually, trying to remain modest despite the flattering words. "This is still my first show."

"And what a show it is!" Caradoc motioned around him, his arms spread wide in a bold gesture. "Look at everyone! They can't take their eyes off of your art! I've already heard talk from the owner of a second show!"

"Have you now?" Remus raised an eyebrow and glanced over to the spot where Sirius stood, chatting to a group of wealthy socialites. "I hadn't heard that from him."

"Well," Caradoc continued with an almost wicked gleam in his eyes. "If your next show isn't here, you should definitely consider showing elsewhere. It'd be a sincere pity if you didn't continue to ride the wave of your success." Caradoc pulled out a card from the inside of his jacket and leaned in close to Remus to slide it into his breast pocket, giving it a pat for good measure. "If you do feel like showing elsewhere… or just want to discuss the future of your art career…"

He gave Remus another wink and disappeared into the crowd, leaving Remus standing in stunned silence.

Was this really happening? Were other galleries propositioning Remus? Was this show exactly what he needed to kickstart his career?

Remus was so excited by the prospect that he nearly spun around right into Sirius Black, who held his hands out to catch a potentially falling artist.

"Oh, hello, Remus…"

"Hello…" Remus tore his eyes from Sirius', trying not to get lost in their depths. He knew he was blushing, but he couldn't help himself. He felt Sirius' grip tighten slightly on his arm as the gallery owner leaned in closer.

"The show is going wonderfully. You should be proud of yourself."

"I am," Remus mumbled, staring at the pair of lips mounted on the wall and desperately not thinking about Sirius'. "Tonight has been… amazing."

"It's not over yet…"

Remus didn't have a chance to ask Sirius what exactly he was implying before another guest approached the two of them and began discussing Remus' work.

The entire evening had been a whirlwind thus far, and Remus just had to remain afloat as the rippling crowd tugged him this way and that. It would be over soon, and he would finally have a moment to himself to decompress and wrap his mind around everything that had happened.

((Author’s Note: I know this chapter isn’t my strongest one yet, but I really wanted to get across that feeling of being pulled from every direction and the hectic feeling of being the center of attention at a show! I also wanted to introduce a few new things so that I have some new plot points to explore in future chapters. Please forgive me for this one!)

#Wolfstar #wolfstar fanfiction #remus lupin #sirius black #black and white #black and white part 29 #part 29 #part xxix #My writing #my fanfiction #wolfstar fanfic #artist remus #gallery owner sirius #b&w #bakcground jily #jily

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lastoneout · 4 years

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I really think the whole John Green's posts being edited meme is not only profoundly unfunny but a huge indicator that people on this site actually cannot understand that what is said and done on the internet had any effect on real people's lives. Like I honestly think that kind of mentality has lead to shitty people leading harassment campaigns and telling users to kill themselves and then getting shocked when people get upset and acting like it was all a joke. Y'all seriously just do not get how editing a public figure and YA author's post to make it look like he was saying disgusting horny shitty stuff is a problem cuz you just think your just being funny and making jokes. I mean you guys are really out here acting like it's funny to potentially ruin someone's life/career becuase you think if something is on the internet it isnt harmful.

People on this site will be the first to preach that fiction effects reality and even if your gross problematic porn fic only gets 100 hits its gonna destroy society and hurt children but then turn around and act shocked when people call you out for threatening someone's life or telling them to kill themselves cuz it's on the internet it cant have any real consequences despite being ACTUALLY illegal. The fucking lack of self awareness is staggering and I hate it.

And if you make those jokes you're getting blocked. I cannot even muster the energy to deal with people who are grown ass adults and still think that nonsense is funny especially when we all are supposed to be aware that corporations and bosses will monitor employee's social media posts and look for any reason to fire them. You guys were really ready to destroy a man's career of whole he has dedicated a significant amount of to only putting good into the world cuz you didnt like the way he wrote a book. Honestly maybe try to gather the common sense to see why that's wrong or at the very least shut the fuck up about it.

#that post even being in the iconic post of the decade running is proof that this site is worthless

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hellzyeahthewebwieldingavenger · 4 years

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The problem with the Amazing Mary Jane

I’m willing to be corrected on this because due to a lot of real life factors I’ve not read beyond issue #2 and only skimmed a bit from issue #4. In fact I WANT to be wrong on this subject but I have to have my say.

I don’t want to hurt anyone’s enjoyment of the book but I am also not going to just let problems slide when I see them.

The foundation of the AMJ book is inherently a non-starter and relies upon Mary Jane being out of character.

There is A LOT I can dive into on the first 2 issues alone regarding this, and I planned to, but as things are in my life the possibility of doing a deep dive are not likely so I’m getting this off my chest here and now.

It boils down to MJ going along with Mysterio, staying on set, not telling the authorities and/or Peter, believing in his redemption and how she’s helping get him that redemption.

MJ is a bad ass, no question. But so is Spider-Man, and Spider-Man has limits, he knows them and (unless his judgment is clouded for a big reason) he knows better than to take stupid risks unless there is a really good reason that extends towards immediately averting threats and dangers to innocent people.

Case in point Spidey wouldn’t just pick fight with Galactus unless he had a really good reason.

In this series MJ is directly endangering herself by being surrounded by criminals and super powered villains along with a known murder like Mysterio, who has proven himself to be an outright public menace as well. Mere months prior to AMJ #1 he intentionally caused mass panic in New York city by faking an alien invasion. He’s done that before and in fact does so again in AMJ #2 when he throws a tantrum. MJ calming him down doesn’t excuse the fact that he potentially did cause harm (physical or mental) before she reined him in and is extremely likely to do so again, particularly when you consider she can’t spend her life babysitting him.

MJ is allowing Mysterio, a seriously dangerous and awful guy*, walk free after he’s escaped from custody, hasn’t served his term or earned parole, has committed more recent crimes that she knows about and is actively committing identity theft and potentially ruining an innocent man’s career and reputation. ** Even if he winds up not ruining it it’s a huge violation of Cage McKnight’s personhood. Hypothetically if the movie MJ and Beck are working on pans out great and McKnight wins accolades and rakes in the cash that doesn’t mean he approves of or ever wanted his name or work associated with that project. And that’s the best case scenario, if the movie tanks or there is a scandal then his career will be seriously damaged.

At best Mary Jane in being complicit in Beck’s movie/crimes (and legally that is exactly what she is doing) is in effect prioritizing her career opportunities and the hypothetical redemption of several criminals (many of whom are still active criminals, check AMJ #1) as well as the redemption of an awful human being like Mysterio over the career and personhood of an innocent man.***

At worst she is prioritizing that stuff over the safety of innocent civilians, herself and harm that mgith be caused to the loved ones of any potential victims. Mysterio isn’t Carnage, but he is not a good person at all and very dangerous. Even if he sincerely wishes to reform, MJ has no moral right to decide he (and the other criminals on set who’ve not been legally freed) should be allowed to find redemption outside of a controlled environment. He isn’t even like Sandman or Boomerang, criminals who at least actually risked their lives to save another person’s and thus more concretely showed active signs of redemption. All Mysterio has done (unless I’m mistaken) is essentially make a movie about himself (can you spell ego) and broken several laws and ethical lines to do it, whilst doing the same to give employment to other criminals. There isn’t any kind of legal oversight to this, there is literally one, non-super powered and semi-martial arts trained woman keeping this in check and that’s all if the super villains don’t just decide to screw the rules as they often do.

Not to mention, surely Mary Jane would have cause to question Beck’s sincerity. She’s smart, a great read of people, has super human social skills. But she’s been fooled before (remember the Aunt May actress? How about her drug addicted fellow model who lied about not needing a fix?) and Mysterio’s entire gimmick revolves around deceiving people. I highly doubt MJ would feel the guy deserves redemption (Aunt May is an incredibly forgiving person and far more patient than MJ, and she didn’t forgive the Vulture for accidentally killing her fiancé, Mysterio has done almost as aweful things to MJ’s loved ones). But even if she did it’s beyond out of character she’d go about helping him get it like this. It’s jut so contrived and badly written.

Now I want to be clear about all this.

This isn’t me saying Leah Williams is exactly a bad Mary Jane writer.

Because as bullshit as the foundation and context of this series is Williams nails a lot of who MJ is within that context.

Put it to you like this.

It’s unbelievable that MJ would allow Mysterio to continue to impersonate Cage McKnight. But hypothetically if she did, her rebranding him and playing peace keeper when they seek out funding is exactly how she’s act. So Williams gets MJ like 85% but that last 15% makes everything else fall apart.

It’s not even that this direction can’t make sense. It’s that MJ’s justifications for going in this direction don’t add up at all.

*He literally drugged, sexually violated, then later killed a teenage girl…and then tried to kill her baby….twice….in a story directly referenced in AMJ #1….and Nick Spencer’s run which set up this series…which was also one of the single most famous Mysterio AND most famous Daredevil stories ever…all of which Mary Jane KNOWS about because she was in that story!

**Let’s for the sake of argument say MJ doesn’t necesarilly know the details of Beck’s criminal record. Between basic Google skills and contacts within the super hero community (like with Iron Man) wouldn’t she be able to check that stuff and see Beck has clearly not been released legally and also has not been falsely charged with anything?

***Bear in mind, MJ’s partner/husband/best friend/guy she lived with for years was framed MULTIPLE times in and out of costume (sometimes by Mysterio himself) and had his identity stolen from him in the Clone Saga. So she has full knowledge of how awful and harmful being the victim of an imposter/identity theft can be. It’s not a small crime whatsoever just because it’s not as bad as murder, which Beck is also guilty of on multiple counts.

Oh and he also faked Aunt May’s death and convinced her partner and her beloved Aunt Anna she was really dead. Like holy shit that’s twisted, even more twisted than the multiple times he’s tried to convince her romantic partner his sanity is in question.

#Amazing Mary Jane #mjwatsonedit #Mary Jane Watson #Mary Jane Watson Parker #Spider-Man #Mysterio #quinten beck #MJ Watson

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Contains: Na Jaemin x (f) reader, adult language, smut, depictions of sex, bondage kink, use of handcuffs, spanking, rough sex, unprotected sex, creampie, degradation, dom!Jaemin, sub!reader, criminal!Jaemin, interrogator!reader. Pure filth tbh.

Synopsis: It's time for your first real interrogation without your supervisor breathing down your neck. No biggie, right? That is, if you weren't dealing with such a tempting criminal so late at night.

(A/N: Before any of my followers come at my neck for “sexualizing” the ‘00 line, I would like to inform you guys that they are all legal. They are all adults. They are all able to fully consent to sex. So please refrain from any negative comments or inboxes, I’m only human. Thank you.)

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“Are you ready?” You supervisor, Lee Taeyong, asked as he rested his hands on your shoulders, giving you a reassuring squeeze to calm your nerves. He knew how important this night was going to be for you. All throughout your career, every one of your male colleagues has made a few snide remarks at you for not being able to do an interrogation all on your own, claiming that women aren’t nearly as effective at extracting information out from renowned criminals like men were. You were here to prove them wrong.

Taking in a deep breath, you rested your hand on one of Taeyong’s hand that cupped your shoulder, turning slightly to face him directly, “Ready as I’ll ever be. I just wanna say thanks for being the only guy in this place that actually believes in me. It really means a lot coming from someone in such a high place as you.”

Taeyong smiled softly at you as he gave a firm nod at the person behind you, looking back into your eyes to show that everything that needed to be done prior to the interrogation was set. All that needed to be done was getting you in that room without any help from any of your colleagues. Taeyong knew your potential; he knew how special you were when he first laid eyes on you at the academy. And now here you are, ready to finally branch out and do things on your own.

“You’re going to do great in there, kid,” Your captain, Moon Taeil, said to you as he held the door open for you, offering you a kind smile as you walked into the dimly lit room. A simple nod was offered in exchange to his smile as you allowed him to shut the door, turning around promptly to face the person you were set up to interrogate for a possible burglary charge.

Case file in hand, you walked over to your subject who was handcuffed to the table, his eyes trekking your whole entire body before his eyes bore into yours. He had light brown hair that tickled the tops of his eyebrows, a sculpted jaw that clenched tightly to make him seem as terrifying as he could given he was in restraints, and eyes that could make any girl weep. He was... gorgeous.

“Aren’t you a little hot to be an interrogator?” The man’s voice called out, grabbing you and yanking you from your thoughts that were all but professional. Shaking your head to bring you fully back into reality, you tiled your head at him and let your eyes wander his perfect face, taking a mental note to have him tell you his skin care routine because he seriously knows how to keep blemishes off his face. The man sat there twiddling his thumbs as he stared up at you, waiting for an answer to his rather straightforward question.

“Aren’t you a little young to be burglarizing houses?” You retorted, combing over the information in his case file, noting his younger age than most of the perps you had to deal with around here.

“Ahh, answering a question with a question. Smart girl,” The man said as he stared up at you, watching as you pulled the chair out from in front of out and plopped down right in front of him. As you sat down in front of him, you could’ve sworn you saw his eyes dart to the tops of your breasts in that semi-scandalous blouse you were wearing. Taeyong even told you about appropriate work attire being way more important in interrogation rooms, but you figured he was just being protective of you.

“You’re not too bad yourself,” You muttered as you folded your hands and placed your chin on top of them, focusing all your attention on the man in front of you. It was somewhat of a tactic to focus on the facial features of the person you were questioning, to get a sense of their tells and how comfortable they are with you. You most definitely wanted him to feel comfortable around you since that was one of the best ways to get accurate information... And you kind of just wanted to stare at his face a little longer.

A little bit more of researching led you to find out the man’s name is Jaemin, he’s 18, and he has a knack for being a little trouble maker. “It says that you’ve been in a lot of trouble as a kid. Juvie three times, anger management, four court appearances... Are you doing these things for attention or do you do them for the hell of it, Jaemin?” You asked with a curt tone, flipping through the multiple court documents that you had in your possession, unimpressed with his record. He had a little bit more on his plate than you thought he would, and you never thought Taeyong would throw you in a room with someone that dangerous by yourself.

No matter, Jaemin didn’t seemed fazed by your question as he cocked the sexiest eyebrow at you, running his tongue over his lips before he spoke, “None of those actually. I love the rush it gives me. Being so bad feels so good. I’d tell you to try it but you seem a bit uptight. Shame, you look like you could use a little loosening up.” Jaemin ended his words with a quick wink and then raised his eyebrows, signalling there was a deeper meaning to his words. Of course you picked up on it because you could feel a wet patch forming in your panties from his sinful words.

Jaemin watched with amusement as you shifted uncomfortably in your seat, trying to suppress the mild throbbing sensation that was steadily growing the longer you sat in that room. How the hell was he affecting you so much? Was it the deep tone in his voice, how he exuded pure sex with that goddamn smirk of his? You didn’t know, and you didn’t know if you wanted to find out for sure as you tried your best to keep your thoughts to a minimum. Until Jaemin chose to test you further.

“Haven’t you ever wanted to be bad? Just to try it?” Jaemin asked as he leaned forward, watching the way your pupils dilated and how your tongue slid out to coat your lips. “I’d say fucking a known criminal in front of all your supervisors is the perfect way to do that, huh? If you think all that stuff in that little file of yours is bad, just wait until I get my hands on you.”

The throbbing in your core was getting too much for you as you simply threw the folder down on the table in frustration, opting to get up from the table and make your way to the door. Jaemin was someone you couldn’t handle, not by yourself. He was so tempting, so sexual, so vulgar. Jaemin’s words had such a hold on you that as you were grabbing for the doorknob to leave, you had a quick change of heart and decided to lock it instead. Wouldn’t want anyone coming in to ruin your new interrogation technique.

Once Jaemin saw your figure come closer, he leaned back in his chair with a satisfied smirk, “Just couldn’t keep away from me. I tend to have that affect on women. Now, get me out of these cuffs and I’ll show you how bad I can be.” But you weren’t willing to give yourself up that easily, you were wanting to have the same amount of fun as Jaemin was having getting into your head. You wanted to see him break.

As Jaemin held his wrists out for you to unlock his cuffs, you shook your head while wearing a devilish grin on your face, pushing his hands back to him, “Nope, you’ve had your fun. It’s my turn now.” Before Jaemin could quip back at you, you threw your legs over his lap and sat down on his lap, straddling him against the metal chair. A small gasp fell from Jaemin’s lips as he looked at you with hooded eyes, wondering what you had in mind.

You started off slow, rolling your hips against Jaemin’s crotch as he panted, wanting nothing more than to grab your hips and force you to go his own pace. But he was rendered useless thanks to the handcuffs, letting you take full control as you pressed your heat firm against his steadily rising erection.

“Fuck, baby. Don’t do this to me,” Jaemin begged as you leaned forward and sunk your teeth into his neck, licking the skin and kissing it softly when you knew you bit too hard. You ignored Jaemin’s pleas as you continued to grind down onto his throbbing cock, feeling yourself getting wetter and wetter the longer you slid against him. Jaemin was getting desperate for some kind of release as his hand tried its best to grip onto your waist, but failed as you rolled faster against him, trying to chase your high. You were so close, so very close.

However, in your lust driven needs, you failed to realize that Jaemin wasn’t trying to grab onto you hips to get you to go faster. No, he grabbed at your hips because the key to the handcuffs were in your pocket because now Jaemin hand the handcuffs off and was lifting you onto the table behind you. As you sat pert on the table, Jaemin smirked as he dangled the keys in front of your face, “My turn.”

Jaemin was swift as he grabbed onto your hips, pulling you forward to have your abdomens touch briefly before he spun you around and forced you to bend over the table. The sound of Jaemin fidgeting with the belt he was wearing filled your ears as you tried to turn around and look at him, but were met with Jaemin’s hand coming down on the side of your head to keep you forward as he tsked at you, “Ah, ah, ahhh. None of that. You’re going to stay right here and do as I say. Understood?”

All you could do was nod at his question, keeping the side of your head pinned to the cold metal of the table as you waited patiently for your next instructions. Once Jaemin deemed your answer satisfactory, he managed to slip his belt out from his pants and wrap a small portion of the expensive leather over his knuckles while still keeping a a lengthy section exposed. He had to teach you a lesson for being so naughty earlier and this seemed like the way to do it.

Jaemin’s fingers slipped into the waist band of your pants, yanking them down the swell of your ass in a quick motion, groaning out from the look of your ass in those barely there panties. “All this for me?” Jaemin asked as he couldn’t resist grabbing your cheeks in his hand, pushing himself against you so you could feel his length in between your cheeks. “Too bad I have to ruin them.” Before you could turn and ask him what he meant by that, you felt a burning sensation on your ass that left you breathless.

“Count for me baby,” Jaemin demanded as he drew his belt back and whipped you again, watching the way the skin became instantly red from his punishment. “One!” You screamed as your hands gripped the edge of the table, bracing yourself for what was to come but still unsure of how long you were going to be taking such a hellish spanking. Jaemin never specified how many you were going to take.

“T-Ten!” You sputtered as your knuckles had become stark white from how hard you were gripping the table, tears starting to run down your face from the burning in your ass. Again, you braced yourself against the table, waiting for another smack from Jaemin’s belt but it never came. Instead, you felt Jaemin grab your skimpy underwear and rip it from your body, snapping the fabric in two.

“You were such a good girl for me, but now it’s time to fuck you like the needy slut you are,” Jaemin growled as his hands kneaded the reddened skin of your ass, watching the way the color of your flesh contrasted with his hands. All you could do was moan out from his words, feeling the way your arousal was sliding down your thighs. Jaemin noticed a particularly interesting sheen on your thighs and proceeded to take his finger and trace upward, reaching your slit and pushing his fingers deep inside.

“Fuck you’re so wet,” Jaemin groaned as he rested his free hand on your back, acting as leverage as he went knuckle deep inside of you to get a feel for what spots had you arching up for him. Whenever Jaemin curled his fingers up into you, he had you seeing stars, moaning his name out shamelessly. You honestly weren’t remotely concerned with how loud you were being, the only thing you care about was getting fucked so hard that the table would be moving across the floor.

Once Jaemin was satisfied with his fingers opening you up for him, he took his spot behind you, teasing at your entrance with the oozing tip of his cock. The sight of Jaemin’s precum mixing with your arousal had Jaemin throwing his head back in sheer pleasure, cursing silently to himself as he wasted no time ramming himself deep inside of you. His cock parted your walls significantly, giving you a delicious stretch as he bottomed out in you, a soft groan coming from him.

“You take me so well,” Jaemin groaned as he looked down to see your pussy swallowing his cock, watching how your pussy would suck him right back in if he drew out too far. His hands found purchase on your hips as he held you in place, rolling his hips against your ass to tease you.

“Jaemin! Do something!” You cried out as you tried to push yourself back and fuck yourself on his cock, but Jaemin kept a firm grip on your hips to prevent you from doing that.

“Patience baby. I’m just getting started. By the end of this, everyone in your whole precinct will know how good I fucked you,” Jaemin snarled, his grip on your hips tightening to the point you were sure you would have little crescent marks by the time you were done. No matter how badly you wanted Jaemin to pound you into the table and have his name permanently etched on your lips, you were at the mercy of Jaemin now.

Jaemin’s thrusts were slow at first, but they were calculated as he dug his fingers into your hips, slamming his hips against your ass to feel how deep he could go. “So tight,” Jaemin grunted as he pulled himself halfway out just to thrust himself back in, relishing at the feeling of your walls clenching hard around his cock. He knew exactly what he was doing when he entered you fully, making sure to have his cock rub harshly against the best part of your body.

“Oh god, right there,” You cried out as your hands gripped the table again, knuckles forming a pale white color from the hellish grip you had. Jaemin took notes of your pleas as he continued to pound into you at a faster rate, him throwing his head back from how tightly your walls squeezed. It was like your pussy was meant for him.

As Jaemin fucked into you faster, his hand came up to grab a handful of your hair and yank you flush up against his torso, him leaning down and allowing his lips to ghost the shell of your ear, “I want you to look in that double mirror and scream my name. Let your bosses know how much of a slut you are to be taken by such a lowlife like me.” You simply whimpered at Jaemin’s request, not knowing if you could do it, but Jaemin had ways of making you.

His grip on your hair got tighter and his movements deep inside of your slowed to the point there was no stimulation, causing the harsh throbbing in your pussy to become painful. “Jaemin, please,” You begged as you tried to wiggle your hips but were met with a harsh slap from the hand that wasn’t wrapped tightly in your hair.

“I said, scream my name,” Jaemin commanded as he stilled his hips, the only thing moving inside of you was the throbbing of his cock. He was perfectly fine with denying both of your orgasms unless you fed into his ego. He knew he could get himself off anytime he wanted, but it would be worse for you since your fingers didn’t even come close to the feeling of having Jaemin’s cock deep inside of you.

“Fine!” You screeched as you let your hormones get the best of you, looking directly at the double sided mirror that was right in front of you two. Through the mirror, you could see Jaemin’s lips form a devilish grin as he began to move his hips again, waiting to see if you would come through with his sexual demands.

“Oh god! Jaemin, yes. Jaemin!” You cried out as promised, fueling Jaemin’s ego as he continued to fuck you harder, grabbing onto your hips as support. The lewd sounds of skin on skin slapping together and the smell of pure sex filled the room, causing your head to spin from such a lust filled experience, feeling yourself let go in the process.

Another shriek of Jaemin’s name flooded from your lips as you arched your back against him, granting Jaemin better access deep inside of you to feel your walls pulse around him. “Oh fuck, you’re clenching! F-fuck!” Jaemin groaned as his grip on your hips became the tightest it got all night, followed by the warmth of his seed spilling into you without so much as a strangled moan.

As the two of you came down from your highs, you lay flush against the cold metal that was somehow steaming from the sinful act you two had committed. Jaemin had collapsed on top of you, his rapidly rising and falling chest laying completely on you back as he tried to catch his breath.

“I think... You’re the best fuck... I’ve ever had,” Jaemin whispered quietly, clearly out of breath from exerting so much energy into proving how great he was in bed. “I think I’m in love.”

You busted into a small fit of laughter underneath Jaemin after his comment, ultimately having Jaemin join in as well. This was the first time you had ever seen his be genuine without putting on this bad boy facade since you met him thirty minutes ago. He was quite charming and humorous, you’ll give him that.

“You’re not too bad yourself,” you responded, pushing your body off of the table to stand up and reach your hand around to guide Jaemin out of you. He gladly obliged as he slid his now softened cock out of you, watching in amusement the way his cum glided down your thighs but you were quick to wipe it up with your hands, not wanting your bosses to question why there’s cum on the floor. Then again, they probably already know since you were forced to scream Jaemin’s name so loud that you’re pretty sure the pigeons outside could hear.

As much as you hate to admit it to Jaemin, he was right. Being bad feels so good.

#Na Jaemin #Na Jaemin smut #Na Jaemin fanfiction #Nana #NCT #NCT Dream #NCT smut #NCT Dream smut #NCT fanfiction #NCT Dream fanfiction #'00 line #'00 line smut #'00 line fanfiction #Kpop #Kpop smut #Kpop fanfiction

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hellzyeahwebwielingessays · 4 years

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‘The Absent Father and Spider-Man’s Unfulfilled Potential’: Rebuttal Part 2: Introduction Continued

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Fettinger continues that in his civilian life Peter’s life was a directionless disaster.

This is again profoundly unfair and untrue.

Peter’s life lacking direction was directly attributable to the life he led as Spider-Man.

And yet Peter managed to leave home, later get a place of his own, graduate collage, got married and was attended grad school on three separate occasions.

He only failed to finish grad school the first time around because he made the smart decision to put things on. He was struggling to juggle the increased workload, his social life and Spider-man activates. He passed the first year through the skin of his teeth and was aware the second year would be worse. At the time he’d gotten into a new relationship with the Black Cat who had been severely injured following a battle, recovering very gradually. Peter was also trying to help pay for her medical expenses. Felicia was also a reforming criminal who’s prior attempt at going straight had failed. In order to keep Felicia on the straight and narrow, in order to help her recover and build a future with her it made a lot of sense for Peter to put his education on hiatus whilst he got his affairs in order.

A quick successions of attacks upon his personal life occurred during his second attempt to complete grad school meaning he naturally dropped out again. These attacks were not his fault. Your best friend trying to kill you, your parents coming back to life, your aunt entering a coma and you having a mental breakdown all BEFORE your clone shows up and your wife gets pregnant are incredibly legitimate reasons to drop out of collage.

Only his third attempt was arguably illegitimate as he dropped out off-panel during the Mackie/Byrne run.

Even this can be defended in-universe on the grounds that his aunt May had recently been revealed to be alive, thus justifying time off. Soon after he landed his dream job. Why bother finishing school when you have the occupation you wanted. Why try to juggle that job, your family and your studies all at the same time if it is unnecessary?

Moreover Peter’s dropping out was simply one of the many, many, many, many, many out of character moments that pervaded that run and the stories intended to lead into it. Fettinger himself would tell you that so they really shouldn’t count.

Not to mention, the series never actually confirmed for us if Peter did or did not drop out. He was attending grad school and then a time skip later he wasn’t. Realistically given how a Graduate School programme can last years he likely hadn’t finished earning his degree, but again that wasn’t confirmed for us.

At the time Fettinger’s essay was published, Peter had also taken on a job as a school teacher, joined the Avengers, had made (successful) efforts to reconcile with his wife, acclimatise his Aunt May to his superhero identity, was making more time for both ladies in his life and was working to try and help rehabilitation of some of the criminals he had captured.

Hardly ‘directionless’.

This is to say nothing of how quite frankly in the mid-2000s MOST people around Peter’s age (25-30) didn’t exactly have a clear cut ‘direction’ in their lives and this was even more true in the consequent decade.

I think this is a criticism equitable to incredibly old-fashioned thinking from older people wagging their fingers at ‘the younger generations’.

Fettinger continues by saying ‘His scientific prowess should have made him a peer of Reed Richards and Tony Stark, men who became prosperous and/or well-respected for their civilian achievements, but he seems to have squandered his potential. These men are not immune from the ravages of human frailty, with alcohol being Tony’s personal demon, and Reed’s neglect of his wife Sue nearly driving her into the Sub-Mariner’s arms more than once, but both have succeeded in balancing superhero careers, satisfying intellectual pursuits, and maintaining some semblance of an organized personal life.”

This was another ‘what the fuck moment’ for me when re-reading this essay.

Honestly, as someone who loves this character this statement made me angry and even made me question if Fettinger ever actually LIKED the character himself.

First of all, have Reed and Tony even succeeded at what Fettinger claims they have?

Tony’s life has often been pretty fucked up. Circa Civil War he and Reed were the pariah’s of the super hero community. Tony’s alcoholism had brought him and his company close to ruin more than once. Reed and Sue had separated in the past more than once and at one point Reed but their son Franklin into a coma. And both men have had their lives made exponentially more difficult by being heroes.

That’s not a ‘semblance’ of an organized personal life. Just because they’ve managed to invent things and be superheroes at the same time isn’t proof to the contrary.

More importantly, even if we accept Fettinger’s claims about Reed and Tony, this is a gigantic false equivalency.

The central reason that Peter has failed to balance his super hero career, intellectual pursuits and an organized personal life is because it is impossible!

Fettinger, despite being this so-called authority on the character is demonstrating a huge misreading of the intent behind Spider-Man’s creation.

He was created specifically to be a more realistic super hero. In that context his superhero life wasn’t allegorical for a real life job or responsibility. Rather the point was to explore how a (relatively) realistic person would believable handle being a hero. This is why Peter initially seeks to use his powers selfishly and needs to learn to use them altruistically.

In other words, Peter has to deal with all the stuff we deal with in normal life in ADDITION to being a superhero.

In real life, your job or family might be the most important thing you do. But for Spider-Man they are inherently secondary.

They are just as important to Peter as they are to anyone in the real world but he also has a huge burden even greater than they are to manage.

This is literally the central conflict behind the character. The constant struggle to juggle real life responsibilities against this grander calling.

You might argue he’s the equivalent of a cop, fire fighter or soldier, but that’s not true. There are similarities rendering those roles appropriate allegories. But that allegory breaks down when you consider he is unpaid for his services, has to maintain secrecy whilst performing them and still needs to earn an income. Imagine doing your job but then also being a cop/fire fighter/soldier who has to be potentially available 24/7 as well.

Reed and Iron Man were never treated with this degree of realism in mind. None of the classic Silver Age Marvel heroes were. Daredevil developed a similar (or arguably greater) degree of realism later under Frank Miller’s pen. And noticeably he too has struggled to find a balance in his life just as Peter has.

Even if we ignore this metatextual argument, the in-universe do not corroborate Fettinger’s point.

I’m no F4 or Iron Man expert so feel free to correct me on anything I get wrong.

But last I checked, circa 2006, Reed and Tony categorically didn’t operate as heroes the way Peter did.

Reed and the other F4 were not crime fighters, and never were. They might deal with crises that arose if they were made aware of them somehow. But they weren’t keeping an eye on organized crime or the drug dealers moving onto the local street corner. They weren’t actively going on regular patrols seeking out petty theft, car jackings, alley way muggings, bank robberies, etc.

IIRC nor was Tony. I think at most he was more concerned with industrial sabotage, the activities of international criminals like the Mandarin, foreign powers like the Soviets or larger scale crises. It wasn’t like he (with or without the Avengers) was responding to every bank robbery in NYC or sticking it to the Maggia or Kingpin.

Spidey though was going out almost every day and night specifically to seek out crime and directly intervene in it. He wanted to avoid anyone else losing their ‘Uncle Ben’ to a burglar because he was passive or complacent.

That didn’t just entail living his life and intervening if he happened to bump into any crime. He was proactive in actually going on the prowl for threats he could help resolve.

Fettinger is also disgustingly unfair because he’s neglected the context surrounding when Reed, Tony and Peter became heroes.

Reed and Tony were ALREADY financially secure and scientifically accomplished men in their late-20s-late-30s when they became heroes.

They’d already figured out effectively methods of playing the game of life, they already mastered scientific skills and had a foundation of accomplishments and money that could make their superhero lives easier if anything.

It’s simply easier to maintain those things as a super hero when you start off that way.

In contrast let’ consider Peter Parker.

He was 15 when he got his powers. He was at most lower-middle class and his family didn’t have much money. Unlike Reed or Tony he had an elderly, health challenged relative to provide care and support for. He was still in school and whilst scientifically gifted didn’t yet have a full education in any scientific field. To get one he’d need to attend college but his household wasn’t able to afford that even before the breadwinner (Ben Parker) died. Therefore Peter didn’t just need to pass high school but earn a scholarship simultaneously. And as for his social life he’d never really had any friends and was thus more poorly practiced at maintaining friendships or romantic relationships than even his fellow school peers. Even if he hadn’t been he didn’t have the same level of experience with such things Reed or Tony would have had due to his age. He wasn��t done growing up yet. Granted Tony wasn’t exactly wise in the ways of serious relationships, but he nevertheless knew how to play the dating game. Reed on the other hand was engaged (or on the cusp of it) when he got his powers.

These were men who had figured out a lot of life, accomplished a lot and grown up long before they began superhero careers.

Peter was starting out with MASSIVE handicaps compared to them.

He needed to simultaneously:

Figure out how to be a grown up

Do that faster than his peers

Care for his sickly aunt

Grieve his uncle

Figure out how to navigate the social scene of people his age, including the ways of romance

Maintain his school grades

Earn a scholarship

Educate himself in various scientific fields

Become the bread winner for his household or else risking them losing their home and May’s access to the medicine that was preserving her life

THEN he needed to be a superhero on top of that!

And what did that even entail anyway?

Figuring out how his powers worked and their limits

Figuring out how to fight

Risking his life against people who regularly wanted to kill him

Dealing with people who went out of their way to target his life, sometimes having that bleed over into his civilian life

Maintaining secrecy as best as he could out of fear of being imprisoned or even killing his aunt due to the shock

Dealing with some people who were actively trying to uncover his identity

For most of his career, never having anyone to mentally relieve his burden by sharing his secret

Figuring out how to seek out crime, track crooks, gather information, the structure of criminal organizations

Fending off deadly and often more powerful opponents

Being hated and feared by most of the general public, authorities and fellow heroes.

Fighting alone most of the time

Created and maintained his own equipment which he did out of his own pocket, despite the hit it took to his finances

Being accused of various false crimes by the press, public or authorities

Helping his boss smear his name because he was the only reliable means of income Peter had

NOBODY could deal with all that. It’s a miracle Peter merely maintained his sanity, never mind successfully kept a roof over his and May’s heads, lowered the crime rate and successfully built a long-term relationship with Mary Jane.

Sure, some of that stuff would get easier over time, but even if other things hadn’t arose to make life harder for him, it’s still an impossible juggling act.

And unlike Tony or Reed Peter rarely had access to much cash, resources or a supportive team to help him. Those things would make all the difference if Reed and Tony were engaged in that time of superhero work.

Reed could rely upon his family to handle a crisis to help out with his latest experiment if necessary, giving him more time to focus upon other things. Tony could delegate duties in his company to staff members whilst he zipped off to save the world or alternatively could turn to his Avengers colleagues to handle a crisis if he needed to attend to important business. And obviously this support network could greatly help if Reed or Tony had any sickly relatives to look after.

With Peter everything was riding on him. Aunt Anna could help out at times, but she wasn’t a full time caregiver. He had no teammates to help bear the burden of fighting crime. Even his partnership with Felicia entailed going on patrol together, not her going out instead of him.

He had no financial security. He lived from one pay cheque to another because he had no choice. Even when he got older and didn’t need to worry about May as much being Spider-Man critically undermined his ability to maintain a 9-5 job. Hence why Tri-Corp (and later HORIZON labs) gave him flexi-hours and why he needed to take so much time off as a teacher and was basically kept around because Midtown High was just that desperate.

It’s one thing to maintain financial security as a super hero when you begin like that. It’s another story entirely when you are clawing your way up the economic ladder from a lower class position whilst being a hero at the same time.

The same thing applies to his scientific pursuits. Where was he supposed to find the time, money and resources to invent anything that’d win him accolades?

Gee if only there was a story which illustrated how being Spider-Man fundamentally held Peter back from fully living his own life…if only that story had then formed the basis for a major motion picture in 2004…

But yeah, if only Peter had a father figure all this would be a none issue.

From a certain POV that’s true, but only in the sense that Peter would’ve had some of the burden lifted from him. He wouldn’t have had to be as concerned about supporting Aunt May. He wouldn’t have had to have spent as much time figuring out how to play the social game if his Dad had maybe been around to show him (although Aunt May was there for that too so would Ben have made much of a difference?).

But it wouldn’t have meant his life would’ve been fixed and his potential unfulfilled. Because being Spider-Man innately held him back no matter what. He was never going to be able to hold a 9-5. He was never going to be able to give his loved ones all the attention he owed them because duty would inevitably call. And unless his father figure was loaded he’d have never had have access to the resources necessary to invent shit. But that wouldn’t have happened regardless of Richard or Ben Parker dying or not. Peter needed a scholarship even before Ben died, so the Parker household was clearly not well off financially.

Let’s also consider that Reed’s home and hero life are functionally one and the same. His scientific pursuits go hand in hand with the work the F4 usually do. This arguably became the case with Tony as well once he discarded his secret identity in the 2000s. Even before then, he had a much easier solution to maintaining his identity considering it would be believable for a rich man like him to have a super powered body guard and his tech would have enabled him to remotely control the armour at times to maintain appearances.

Peter had neither luxury, with his two lives only overlapping in moments of crisis 9/10.

Not to mention Fettinger’s logic here is hurt when we consider neither Tony nor Reed’s Dad’s were all that great in the first place. It seems both of them succeeded in spite of their father’s not because of them.

Basically, father or no father, if Peter had the same circumstances he’d have been in roughly the same position he is now. He wouldn’t have become Reed or Tony.

So confession time.

I began writing this rebuttal at a time when I had no access to Fettinger’ essay sans the physical book it came in. I began writing down bullet points for his consequent points.

And just as a reminder Fettinger’s ‘thesis’ for this essay is that Peter is a screw up with loads of ‘unfulfilled potential’ because he never had a stable father figure in his life following Ben’s death.

· Peter flunked out of college and even failed to graduate with his class because he forgot to take a required gym credit.

Peter didn’t flunk Grad school and he made up his collage degree by earning the SINGLE credit he needed over the consequent summer, which is entirely different to truly flunking.

It’s also got jack to do with not having a father or failing to fulfil his potential. Like around that time Aunt May was in the hospital, had nearly died and he was kinda busy saving people’s lives.

· Two attempts at post graduate education failed.

Actually he tried three times and ‘failed’ is very subjective. See what I said in earlier instalments about the stuff around the early-mid 1990s and the Mackie/Byrne era. Those were the second and third times he tried for a post-grad. The first time he never failed, he simply decided to quit for perfectly practical reasons and return later.

· He made only a marginal living mostly as a freelance photographer because until recently (remember this was written in 2006) when he became a high school teacher, he couldn’t hold a steady job.

Notice how he acknowledges being a high school teacher and yet claims Peter is ‘directionless’.

And more poignantly NO ONE can be Spider-Man and hold a 9-5.

That’s literally the entire reason Lee/Ditko had Peter become a photographer. Because they were trying to tell the story of a realistic super hero and a realistic superhero couldn’t hold down a 9-5 when he might be on duty at any time; even matt Murdock has a partner in Foggy Nelson to cover for him if needed. So they engineered a method for him to earn a living whilst still being Spider-Man, by making being Spidey the means to that end.

· His friendships often failed because he neglected them.

This is not true, his friendships rarely ever failed. When they did it was often not due to his being neglectful. Even on the instances where this could be said to be true again he had a good reason for that. He was SPIDER-MAN!

· Any success with women, including his marriage to Mary Jane Watson (who left at least once) owes more to his partner’s Job-like patience than any effort on his part (and part of MJ’s devotion to Peter may be tied up in her own relationship abandonment and hero worship issues).

It is true MJ has the patience of a saint. But so do the wives of many police officers, fire fighters, soldiers, politicians, political activists etc. And I do not necessarily disagree that MJ’s patience was a huge factor (maybe the biggest) in keeping that relationship going. But Fettinger’s wording here combined with the wider context of his prior points make it abundantly obvious that he isn’t saying Peter put in effort but MJ’s patience happened to be a bigger factor. He is saying that Peter did not put in enough effort, that he slacked off.

Which is bullshit because again, he was being Spider-Man and more importantly with MJ and many of his OTHER relationships he plainly DID put in effort and consideration. Also it’s disingenuous for Fettinger to refer to MJ leaving Peter because he KNOWS that was OOC nonsense and wrote about it. See his 2001 Year in Review from his Spidey Kicks Butt website or this site.

As for MJ’s ‘abandonment issues’ and ‘hero worshipping’ issues, let’s unpack that.

MJ’s issues weren’t about abandonment. Not unless Fettinger is referring to MJ herself abandoning her sister.

MJ was never abandoned as a child. Yes, in ASM #292 MJ claims her Dad walked out on her mother but re-read her origin from ASM 259 or Parallel Lives. It was the other way around.

So MJ literally hasn’t got any abandonment issues in the first place.

Even if you did contort it to being about abandoning her sister that’s not a matter of her ‘issues’. That term refers to the idea MJ has unresolved baggage that, if she only addressed, she’d have not been with Peter or stayed with him.

That interpretation though is BS for two key reasons. Firstly, MJ resisted committing to Peter for the longest time which was also at the root of her leaving her sister high and dry. Her staying with Peter when Gwen died and helping him was an example of her GROWING as a person and becoming BETTER, not her doing it as some kind of weird repentance for her abandoning her sister in her time of need.

Secondly, MJ was only able to fully commit to Peter when she’d laid her demons with her sister to rest in ASM #292. There was still unresolved business between them and her own father but when she settled that she was more comittied to her marriage to Peter not less.

Maybe Fettinger’s intent was that her father’s abuse of her represented a form of abandonment. Or maybe he just phrased himself badly and meant the latter point regardless. Well that too doesn’t hold up to scrutiny.

Parallel Lives shows us MJ’s issues with her father was a motivator for her to steer clear of Peter not grow closer to him.

And more importantly if MJ’s romance with Peter has anything to do with her father it’s only because Peter is so unlike her father. In her mind her father’s traits =bad. Peter, in having the opposite traits = good, and therefore attractive.

By any metric MJ’s desire to be with Peter clearly has nothing to do with any ‘issues’ she had. On the contrary her not being with him was because of her issues. This was incredibly basic and laid out. Fettinger himself touched upon it in this essay.

Now for her hero worship…what hero worship?

Yes MJ respected and was attracted to Peter partially because he was a hero. But that’s not an ‘issue’ because most women would likely have been attracted to such traits. Doctors or firemen are a common turn on for many women and Spidey’s job is analogous to that.

In truth MJ was turned on more by his sense of responsibility embodied by his heroism as discussed in Web #6 (which Fettinger cited in the previously linked to essay). MJ doesn’t want Peter to be a hero out of concern for his health but also recognizes that if he wasn’t a hero he wouldn’t be the man she fell in love with. Stories like Spider-Man the Final Adventure and the MC2 universe though prove how MJ wouldn’t fall out of love with Peter if he quit being Spider-Man.

She doesn’t have hero worship issues!

· If we didn’t know Peter was Spider-Man we would probably consider him either “brilliant but lazy?” (see ‘Spider-Man 2’) or simply a loser.

Right except we DO know he is Spider-Man hence so many of the above criticisms are totally out of line, even ignoring many of the blatant inaccuracies to them.

· He appears to be a chronic underachiever in both identities.

Yeah no. That statement ignores then recent developments in Spidey titles. More importantly it ignores the fact that to ‘fulfil his potential’in either identity he’d have to have access to things (like money and team support) that he simply lacked or else dedicate himself to one life over the other which he cannot do. It isn’t that there is something wrong with HIM it’s that the nature of his SITUATION is rarely conjunctive to success.

· Why is this? What kept him from putting the disparate parts of his life together and becoming an even greater hero?

What further greatness does he really need?

Circa 2006 he’d become an Avenger, the premier heroes of the Marvel universe. He had won a Hell of a lot of battles against seriously powerful foes. He’d saved countless people in his time an lowered the crime rate.

I’m just going to give you the gist of Fettinger’s next several points.

He basically argues that Peter has always subconsciously sought out a father figure to replace Uncle Ben.

Which is TRUE.

But he goes on to argue that the reason for Peter’s unfulfilled potential is BECAUSE he’s lacked this father figure in his life. To be fair to him and give him the benefit of the doubt he does say a positive male role model ‘could’ have made the difference and qualifies that there are plenty of people who do fine without positive male role models.

The problem is that he’s set up this whole essay by being cynically over critical, inaccurate and disingenuous about Peter’s ‘failings’.

Meaning he isn’t clearly asserting that Peter’s lack of a father merely might be the cause for his ‘underachieving’. He is clearly saying Peter is an underachiever and lacking a proper father is the reason why. It’s also disingenuous because Fettinger earlier on in the essay called out Peter as an underachiever by comparing him to womanizing, alcoholic hedonist and weapons manufacturer Tony Stark who you know...had an awful Dad!

· Fettinger lists off the difficulties of growing up in general and how supporting Aunt May and being a superhero made that more difficult. And how it’d be especially hard when doing it on your own. Which is true and a father by his side to help him would’ve made Peter’s life much easier.

But to say that the complications he faced wouldn’t exist if he had a father is asinine.

Aunt May still could have died as she did repeatedly.

There is no assurance that Peter would’ve confided the truth into Uncle Ben or any male role model in his life.

And balancing normal life whilst being a hero is innately impossible even if Peter did have an easier time growing up because there wasn’t as much of a burden on him to support May or figure out how to socialize or be a man on his own.

His life would’ve been easier but her wouldn’t have achieved all Fettinger claimed he’s leaving unfulfilled.

Shit, Mayday Parker never balanced things even though she had it objectively easier than Peter ever did. And her Dad was literally Spider-Man!

· Fettinger writes that without May or MJ Peter would likely have fallen apart.

On this he is on the money.

· He writes that neither May nor MJ can relate to Peter as a genius, a superhuman being, a pursuer of justice nor simply as a man. Neither could substitute for a father figure.

Which is...kinda true....but also kind of not.

Yes MJ and May cannot directly relate to Peter in any of those ways. But, exempting being a male, neither could any given father figure. Other specific father figures (like the ones Fettinger goes on to discuss in the essay) potentially could though so I suppose he was just setting up the rest of his essay.

That being said Peter’s sense of justice didn’t come from nowhere so May could perhaps relate to this on some level. And MJ has shown that she has a certain sense of justice herself.

· Fettinger continues by listing off different potential father figures for Peter and examining the hypothetical end results of if they’d fulfilled their roles as father figures.

I’m going to dedicate an instalment to each one of them starting next time.

So with that I’ll leave it there.

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Prodigal Son, Episode 13: Is this what they mean by “working holiday”?

Episode 13 of Prodigal Son, and I'm really late to this party but I am having such a good time right now because this was the most fun episode of Prodigal Son that we have had for quite a while. Holiday suits! Mockery! Monte Cristo themed elaborate demises!

Full review and spoilers below.

Seriously, guys, I am so glad I started watching this show.

The episode beings with a fun look at Malcolm's and Martin's relationship from Martin's own perspective, something that we've been mostly missing up until this point. Given just how gosh-darned enigmatic Martin could be, the opportunity to peak at his subconscious was delightful. Dream!Malcolm was entirely unsubtle, as dreams often are, but it was interesting that Martin admitted openly that Malcolm probably shouldn't be visiting him - even if he can only admit that in his nightmares.

Meanwhile, Actual!Malcolm is trying and failing to muddle his way through a yoga routine, with traumatic flashbacks really throwing off his balance. But it's fine, Malcolm doesn't need his yoga today - he's going on an actual holiday. Jessica bursts in with two gifts for her son - a new holiday outfit and a lift to the airport, courtesy of Gil, who is similarily thrilled that Malcolm is actually taking some time off.

Given how well he knows Malcolm by this point, it really was a bit of an oversight for Gil to leave the police radio on, given that Malcolm has never met a crime scene he didn't want to profile over dinner. Gil's exasperated "Fine!" when agreeing to take Malcolm along made me actually snort with laughter, but not as much as the team's reactions to the white holiday suit - Miami Vice, Bond Villain, Coke Dealer, Colonel Sanders and Ivory Poacher are all suggested as new careers for the snappily dressed Malcolm.

Malcolm brushes aside the gentle mockery to examine the body of a former district attorney who had been shot with a flintlock pistol and had the name of a character from the Count of Monte Cristo carved into his arm.

The crime scene is immediately enlivened by the presence of Dr Tanaka (yay!) and a landmine (definitely not-yay!).

Malcolm, in the first of at least three superhero acts this week, manages to catch the landmine's trigger before it fully activates, giving the coroner's team time to grab the body and hustle out, accompanied by the rest of the team at Malcolm's insistence that he had a plan.

He did not, of course, have a plan when he said that, but fortunately our lead character is very good at thinking on his feet. I'm not sure it would ever have occurred to me to grab a flintlock pistol and use it to shoot my way out of a crime scene's window before a landmine exploded behind me, but that is one of many reasons why I will never be a consultant for the NYPD. I am, however, very sorry about Gil's car, and I'm reasonably sure that Malcolm is as well.

And, of course, it's in that moment, sitting there with an actual landmine in front of him, that Malcolm speaks to his father for the first time in months. Martin is very unconcerned about the landmine, possibly because he's too delighted that Malcolm apparently wanted to hear his father's voice at such a time.

We also get the chance to see Martin back in his normal prison routine, which apparently includes browbeating an inmate called Hector to pretend to be Malcolm in "therapeutic roleplay" so that Martin can practise his conversations with his son ahead of time.

Bloody hell, this family, you guys.

And then Martin calls the police station to share his thoughts on the case with Malcolm and the team. He's still apparently very desperate to know about Malcolm's life, wanting to be introduced to the whole team before he talks shop, and clearly on his best behaviour in front of his son's friends.

I now desparately, desperately want to see him interact with Edrisa. Just, I think that conversation would be amazing and I will pay good money to see it. Please? But only if Edrisa comes out entirely and utterly unharmed.

Now, one of the many advantages of Malcolm grabbing the flintlock pistol as he escaped an exploding landmine is that it made it far easier to trace the gun back to the man who purchased it - who they then find wired into an elaborate sword trap, because apparently Prodigal Son is leaning back into its Hannibal vibe this week.

And then Malcolm gets the team to cut the man free while he catches the falling swords before they impale their new source. And amazingly no one really tries to stop him.

Sidenote: I am so glad that both I and the show itself decided to stop take all this crime-fighting business so seriously. And the slide under all the tripwires was also extremely cool, I will admit.

Once not-at-risk-of-impalement, their new source fills them in on the person he purchased the gun and the swords for - Mr Taylor, a member of the so-called New York royalty, who is about to get married in the social event of the season (which Jessica has scored an invite to and which Ainsley is reporting on, and I feel that having two Whitlys at any event surely infinitely raises the potential of hijinks. Surely.)

We get a little bit of next backstory - a very suspicious "accident" in which Isabella, the daughter of the family's cook, was killed and which the drug-using Taylor heir had absolutely nothing to do with,thank you very much.

Such a tale of woe, all neatly swept under the rug by the family's enforcers who are now being targetted, fits the Monte Cristo theme so neatly that the team immediately zeroes in on Cal Taylor as the third victim, and Malcolm and Gil head over to ruin a man's wedding day.

And a good thing they did too, because they find Ernesto, Isabella's father, running around the old bootlegging tunnels, surely up to some sort of nefarious deed.

With a really good suspect in custody, Gil does, to his credit, do his absolute best to get Malcolm to go on his holiday, even sending Dani along to make sure he goes to the airport. But Dani and Malcolm are increasingly thick as theieves and, when Malcolm admits that he doesn't want to go on holiday because he's scared of what he thinks about with no work to distract him, she agrees to go with him to visit Martin - Malcolm isn't convinced by Ernesto as the killer, and he wants a second opinion from someone who is not constantly trying to put him on an airplane.

And this, not the dream sequence from earlier, is the first time that Malcolm and Martin really see each other since Malcolm learnt about the camping trip. Unlike the hallucination of Martin from two episodes ago, the real Martin doesn't admit to doing any such thing - not because he would have been incapable of killing his own son, but because he wouldn't have failed to do so if that was truly his wish.

Which, you know, isn't a very comforting response, but it doesn't feel a lot more honest than a lot of the stuff that Martin says.

It's enough for Malcolm to hand over the case file, at any rate. Martin agrees that Ernesto doesn't fit, claiming that such an ending lacks the drama surely required by the earlier crime scenes. Malcolm instead zeroes in on Isabella herself - what if she wasn't actually dead, but instead was back for revenge against the people who took everything from her?

After a brief pause to get Malcolm and Dani dress-code approved, the two gatecrash the wedding (with Gil's knowledge - I'm so glad Malcolm might actually be learning about 'backup' and 'telling people where you're going', I really am),

They get another conversation with Cal Taylor, Isabella's former boyfriend, who admits to driving the boat, admits to loving Isabella, and admits that he begged his father to help find Isabella after the crash - and that his father refused to even call the authorities, valuing his son's future over a girl's life.

And so the final victim isn't going to be Cal at all, but his very smarmy father instead. Realising at literally the last possible moment that Isabella was planning to shoot Taylor Senior during his speech, Malcolm grabs the microphone and fillibusters his way through several excuriating minutes about failed fathers and quiestionable choices before Isabella reveals herself - and the gun she stole to shoot Taylor.

There was then a fantastic little moment in which Malcolm tries to talk down Isabella with a quote from Dumas - and for a brief moment it seems like maybe it worked, but then Isabella goes all shooty instead. In his third and final superhero act of the week, Malcolm tackles Taylor behind the table before Isabella can kill him, and Dani gets to arrest someone while looking absolutely drop-dead gorgeous.

Jessica basks in a little positive social publicity as her son is revealed to be the saviour of the night - genuinely, the look on her face when Malcolm introduced himself as her son was adorable. And then she steals an entire bottle of champagne on her way out, because she deserves it.

Finally, on the way out, Malcolm and Jessica check in with Ainsley, who seems delighted that she gets to report on an attempted murder rather than just a boring society wedding. And we get confirmation that Jessica was invited to the wedding because her daughter sneakily pulled some strings, just because she knew how much getting invited to an event like the Taylor wedding would mean to her socialite mother. It is perhaps the cutest thing Ainsley has done so far this season, and I love her a little bit for it.

Previous Prodigal Son reviews are available here.

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Highlights from the first 5 sessions of the DnD campaign I’m in

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

I wanted to share some of the cool stuff that’s being going on in the homebrew campaign I’m in with @ryliceracc and dm’d by @jcdonkey, begins under the cut.

Rylice’s character is Ru, a nonbinary rakn/procyon (anthro raccoon) rogue prostitute. They were hired by this gladiator arena in the Kingdom of ElderRock to sleep with one of the gladiators because it’s New Year’s Eve.

The gladiator in question is my character Trunflgrr “Teefers” Thunderpaw, his slave name is Fangdal (The Furious). He’s a gnoll barbarian and gladiatorial slave who politely turned Ru down because he’s not emotionally ready for intimacy. He was kidnapped 8 years ago and sold into slavery to the arena, and would’ve likely died New Years Day during a special battle royale. He wants to find his family and get revenge against the warden (a blue dragonborn named Timmien Tull) who frequently tortured him with lightning magic.

Ru is very horny and tries to seduce just about anyone who isn’t married. They tried to seduce the only guard who wasn’t drunk, a black human fighter named Albert, with some success by doing a striptease in the shower. Ru’s favorite tactic for just about anything is persuading people. They have a knack for getting covered in non-sexual fluids.

Teefers thinks that fighting is the only thing he’s good at, and whenever he tries to do something creative in combat the roll invariably fails, but he’s a beast at straightforward fighting. He tries but often doesn’t think things through.

Instead of a standard prison break we played a long game of getting Albert so drunk that he passed out along with all the other guards on the floor. We sorta ruined Albert’s career and life.

We freed a halfling ranger named Lyle Tealeaf who talks like Joe Pesci. He told us he can give us refuge in his hometown of Rexford if we get him there. Lyle joined the party.

We killed a couple of guards on our way to the first floor. Then Teefers almost died fighting the Guard Captain but the party managed to win. Then at the entrance Teefers cut a guard in half with an axe.

The first half of the journey to Rexford was quiet and had the party cuddling for warmth.

The party got to a farm at Windswept Ranch run by very good friends of Lyle’s so we could stay there and get a good meal. Slavers from the arena (and Albert) showed up and interrogated the family but the party hid successfully.

A day out from Rexford the slavers tried to ambush the party while they were sleeping. Teefers dodged the net while Ru was stuck under it. Lyle was already missing but appeared from the woods to counter-ambush. Albert switched sides and cut Ru out of the net. Teefers killed two people by biting them.

Albert (supposed to be a nobody background character but ended up joining the party) killed a major slaver named Boldrick Silverhelm who was supposed to be a recurring villain. One slaver got away though, the orc Ghorza, she was Boldrick’s lover.

The party met several cool people in Rexford and had good food. Ru and Teefers cleaned each other while Ru flirted with Albert. Ru and Teefers did some shopping.

Ru is very attracted to Albert, Teefers, and the twin green kobolds Tiff and Taff that work the restaurant at the inn. Ru speaks draconic because they spent a summer having orgies with a group of kobolds. This allowed them to hear that Tiff called our order “bloodbath” since we were still covered in blood. Tiff is the best waitress ever.

Lyle is in an on-again-off-again relationship with the innkeeper’s daughter

Teefers saw a hyena spirit and followed it to an antique shop run by a hippie. The party was given a map showing how to get to the Gnoll Homelands. Teefers bought a hyena bone necklace the spirit led him to.

Teefers’ primal path is Totem Warrior, wolf totem but just renaming it hyena. Normally the totem spirit is more of a flavor text thing and probably only really appears for the Commune With Nature spell, but the dm is instead making it a story thing. A ghostly hyena named Mavarr (aka ”Shepherd”) introduced itself as a spirit guide sent to observe Teefers since its Goddess thinks he could potentially be her champion. This is a rare chosen-one type thing. It could have taken any shape, cannot harm or be harmed, and is only visible by Teefers’ close friends if he wills it.

Gnolls have a different origin in this setting (created by the Drow to be slaves), so there’s no Yeenoghu equivalent deity to sour Teefers’ stance on religion.

Shepherd’s answers to Teefers’ questions are invariably “I can’t tell you yet.” Teefers hopes that the Goddess isn’t evil. Shepherd suspiciously watches Teefers sleep.

The party met with town authorities. For his involvement at Windswept Ranch, Albert is given a punishment of 3 tasks. Teefers and Ru will earn money for aiding Albert in these. Lyle wants to come with but has been ordered to attend training instead.

Ru is very sociable but can do outright zany things at times. Teefers is more reserved and serious, but as he realizes his newfound freedom he’s slowly coming out of his shell. Lyle is often quite cocky and goal-oriented. Albert tends to worry and comes off as a little distant. Shepherd is somewhat mischievous and thinks Ru is a cat.

And that’s the story so far. Let me know how to improve the format on these types of recaps, or if there’s more you want to know.

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Top 5 Reasons Songwriters Procrastinate – And How To Fix Them

1) GENERAL OVERWHELM

This is such a common perception of people’s day-to-day lives. We’re just too busy, there’s too much to do, too much to organise. But this is a myth. It might help to see this problem as a silly character: “General Overwhelm”, an army officer, likes to convince us that we just can’t do it, that we’re simply not strong enough to forge a path through the to-do lists and get the vitally important, meaningful stuff done. But old General Overwhelm is lying to us. It’s all about perception and taking small steps towards having more control over both what we do and how we interpret what we are dealing with.

If you can reframe how you see a difficult situation, you gain the upper hand. For example, if you’d like to get some songs completed but you’ve got a part time job with erratic hours, set yourself a deadline of how long you’ll stay in that job. Work towards a goal of becoming self-employed. Also, establish what financial goal you want to achieve. Once you know what you’re aiming for and your cut-off date, you know that this circumstance is under your control. Secondly, if your timetable changes constantly, look at where you can either negotiate to have some regular hours, perhaps one day a week and set aside even just a couple of hours as your regular songwriting time. Once you have one small thing in place, you can start to fit in more writing. It’s like being lost at sea in a storm. If you can get yourself a compass, a radio or at least see the horizon, you’ve got a hope in hell of being able to navigate your way back home.

2) RESISTANCE TO STRUCTURE

The solution to the first problem may already have triggered this second one. Are you the kind of writer who waits for ‘the muse’ to show up? Do you resist the idea of scheduling specific time slots for songwriting? If so, you’d better ask yourself if you want to write as a hobby or professionally. If it’s the latter, you need to be able to write regardless of whether the elusive “muse” shows up. You need to be able to establish a time to write and stick to it. I’m reminded of the quotation, “I sit down to the piano regularly at nine o’ clock in the morning and Mesdames les Muses have learned to be on time for that rendezvous.” -Pyotr Tchaikovsky

There are other ways around this problem of structure if you have allocated time for writing and you don’t seem to be getting anywhere, but this is the first thing to put in place. Merely by having established a habit of regular writing time, you’ll notice that the likelihood of your actually writing new songs increases.

3) LACK OF CLARITY ON THE GOAL

This is a really common problem. It’s so easy to have a huge goal that is wonderful and exciting and you’re all fired up to get started, but the completion of it involves some kind of miracle. Like for example, writing and recording an album. Writing an album’s worth of songs might not be that difficult, but getting them professionally recorded, depending on which instruments you want to use and the nature of your own personal studio set-up, could potentially be expensive. How do you find the money to do it? This is where a question, a mere innocent question can bring all your plans toppling down. The key is not to ask the question with a sense of fear or resentment as your brain tells you, “I can’t. It’s impossible.” It’s just asking a question. Why not get into the habit of asking, “I wonder if…?” or “I wonder how I might…?” with an open mind and a curious spirit? That way, you won’t be placing judgement on the answer, which will make things lighter, easier, more feasible. Don’t let the final stages of the plan to reach your goal stop you from taking the first few steps towards it. Keep in mind the old adage, “Leap, and the net will appear.” Why not entertain the possibility that by starting out towards your goal, you will find the resources, support and energy you need to get to the end? The most important thing to do is START. And then keep in mind, “One. Step. At. A. Time”.

4) YOUR ATTITUDE TO CREATIVE WORK

Were you brought up being told that playing an instrument ‘won’t pay the rent’? I certainly was. I remember having taught myself to play a few things on the piano at the first opportunity I got at the age of 17, living as a lodger in a new home where there was a piano. I was so proud of myself. I’d worked out enough by ear that I could play a few things that felt strong, interesting and soothing. One day I summoned the courage to walk into a cafe that had a piano to ask if I could play. I played a few pieces for the handful of people sitting at their quaint little tables, some improvised, some practised, and the people nearest to the piano thanked me and said they enjoyed it. Newly thrilled with what seemed like such an enormous achievement to a girl who’d never grown up with a piano, nor had had even one lesson, I excitedly told my Mum all about it. Her response? “Well, that’s not going to pay the rent, is it?” Consequently, I spent the next 10 years or so, not only paying for piano lessons out of my own pocket but anxiously trying to prove I had a right to be a musician even though it wasn’t earning me any money.

This kind of pressure – to earn money from music or to prove to an authority figure that you have a right to be a creative person of any kind – is stifling. For most people, it’s what sucks the life out of the joy you initially had about your creative work and for some, even forces you to quit. Whatever happened to writing and recording music for the joy of the expression or the thrill of creating something from nothing? Surely the whole point of doing something creative is that it’s an expression of your own thoughts and feelings and there’s a purpose in expressing that because other people who are most like you can relate to it. The moral of this story is – take a step back when it all gets too serious. Why does writing music have to prove anything? Why do you have to earn money from it right away? Does it all have to be so SERIOUS?! Chances are, this seriousness has a stranglehold on your creativity and that’s why you can’t write a song at the moment. How about writing a silly song about a platypus instead? And maybe you can even cleverly make it not about a platypus as such, but about being a misfit. Wouldn’t that be FUN? Fun could well be something that has been largely underrated for far too long.

5) PUSHING YOURSELF TOO FAR

This somewhat follows on from number 4 in that once you’ve put so much effort into TRYING to write a song or get an album project off the ground, you can sometimes find yourself too exhausted to actually write something interesting or heartfelt. There needs to be room for you to look after yourself as well. It’s no good working yourself into the ground until you make yourself ill. You have to look after yourself as well and keep your energy levels up enough to support your goal. Taking time out to have fun, do something different for the sake of breaking up the monotony of a daily routine, or just taking an evening out to have a relaxing bath and an early night could be the easy solution to your writing block. It’s amazing what enough sleep and a bit of self-care can do to make you feel energised and ready to write something spectacular. This may run a little bit counter to the first point on the list, but every rule has its exception and every routine must occasionally be broken.

All in all, there’s a balance to be struck between having a routine and having freedom, putting in the hours and yet not taking it all too seriously. If you can look after your body with regular exercise and healthy meals, that goes a long way in itself to allowing you the leeway to have a timetable that changes, a tour schedule for a month that seems overwhelming or a minimal income to start out on. It doesn’t sound very rock ’n’ roll, but I suspect, this is the kind of thing people like Mick Jagger or Kate Bush now do but don’t talk about in interviews because it would ruin their rock/pop prowess. Maybe it’s precisely this aim to put even just a few new good habits in place that keeps songwriters going beyond a two-year career to span decades. It’s certainly worth a try.

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Source: MusicClout .com

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NXT Takeover:Philadelphia and Royal Rumble 2018 Review

Well it looks like i’m back..and i’ll be back for more review (or other stuff when i feel like i need to write about something) So let’s not waste time and see how Takeover:Philadelphia and the Rumble went

NXT Takeover Philadelphia:

NXT Tag Team Championship: Authors of Pain vs Undisputed Era:

Personally I would have never opened the show with this bout, because I wasn't expecting anything from it and because it wasn't the right match to start things off. They could have swapped this with Ohno-Dream and have a better opener. Sluggish and slow match even tho some spots were good, AOP keep getting better and better while Fish and O'Reilly probably are the best tag team in WWE right now with the Usos. Weird finish because I though Undisputed Era would go over but not like this and with like this I mean in a clean way. Main roster is closing in for Paul Ellering's Boys and SAnitY is waiting for the two Brits.[**1/2] Kassius Ohno vs The Velveteen Dream:

Another really solid Match for Velveteen dream who is someone still a bit green on the ring, while ohno is a 19 year old veteran who could make a good match even with a ladder. Velveteen dream is probably the best character right now at NXT and it's really working well because you can notice how much they are investing in Him and in his character. The match and a few botches here and there but honestly they didn't ruin the match at all. Good win for the former Tough Enough Participant who is destined to do great things on NXT.[***] NXT Women's Championship: Ember Moon vs Shayna Baszler:

Easily the worst match of the night. Slow, sluggish, not well booked and the result wasn't the one I was looking for, because I thought they wanted to have Shayna destroy and conquer anyone on NXT after the good performance for the MYC but she lost with a schoolboy and Ember kept the title. I like how they want to build Ember as a character but at the same time I still think she won't keep the title for a Long time(Kairi is waiting) [**]

Extreme Rules: Adam Cole vs Aleister Black:

I had a good hype for this match because i thought it could possibily steal the show but it only kinda did. Not a fan of the first minutes of it but it picked up the rythm and both guys went in hard and showed us a couple of really good spots, like the doubles knees on the announcers table or the death valley driver on the back of the chair. O'reilly and Fish Interference was predictable while i wasn't expecting Sanity to Help Black during the match. Black got the win and now he's probably the new #1 contender for the NXT Title at the WrestleMania weekend Takeover, unless they have other plans for the main event. Easily the second best match of the night [***1/2]

NXT Championship: Johnny Gargano vs Andrade Cien Almas:

Let's start that you HAVE to watch this match, because if you don't, probably you're not a real wrestling fan (unless you don't have time to watch it and probably you've got something better to do). Personally this is what i want from any match that goes last in a wrestling event card. It was really perfect: it had a good storyline, good wrestling, good timing and it wasn't predictable at all, because at times i thought both could won the match. Gargano is probably one of the best worker in the business and Almas is litteraly very underrated by the fans and i'm so glad they gave him the NXT Title. I also loved how they involved Candice LeRae, Johnny's wife, in the match so he could help his husband to preveil Zelina (really love her character) from interfereinging in the match. Almas picks up the win with a perfect Hanging Hammerlock DDT from the top rope. I was expecting Ciampa to interfere in the match but his return happened at the end of the match, and even tho it makes a lot of sense for him to ruin his ex partner moment, i personally didn't like how he returned, only because they could have done so much more and make it better, but still i can't wait for the ex D.I.Y Showdown, while Almas will probably face Black soon for the title. Five Star and MOTY Candidate.[*****]

Takeover Event: It Wasn't the best TakeOver event i ever saw, but it wasn't the worst, because we had a solid match between Dream and Ohno, a good extreme rules and a perfect main event. The Tag Team Match and the women's title match felt very average but not as bad as some matches we see on the main roster. The Next Takeover could be huge with some potential match and the new addictions of Ricochet, War Machine and my man EC3. [7]

Royal Rumble:

WWE Championship Handicap match: AJ Styles vs Sami Zayn&Kevin Owens:

They decided to open the show with the WWE Title Match, which in my honest opinion, wasn't a good choice, because while watching it i felt that it wasn't the right match to hype the crowd after a pretty boring 2 hours pre-show(which i won't cover because i honestly don't have much to say about it). The Match was fine but i didn't liked how it was booked, because the finish clearly made Zayn and Owens look really stupid, but to be honest it's not the first time they make heels look very stupid (it won't be the first time i say this in the review). Styles got the W with a Roll-up to end a match who started really flat and started getting better in the last minutes but the finish killed the momentum of the match. [***]

2 out of 3 Falls SD Live Tag Team Championship: Usos vs Shelton Benjamin&Chad Gable:

This match or the Raw Tag Team Title Match could have been the opener and it would have been a better choice based on the kind of match these two team put on. The match was really fun untill the first finish, which personally felt really weird because usually in this kind of matches, heels get the first fall, the babyface get the second one and the decider goes either to one of them based on the storyline they are telling. In this case, Gable and Benjamin tried to be smart but instead they looked really stupid because Benjamin ate the decisive pin after a roll up, who killed a really solid match so far. Personally i would have given Gable&Benjamin the titles but i guess the SD Creative has other plans for the belts and i smell the beginning of a new chapter of the Usos vs Harper&Rowan rivalry.[***1/4]

Men's Royal Rumble:

Who would have thought that they would place the Men's Rumble in the middle of the card? Honestly it wasn't a smart choice, even tho i understand why it wasn't the main event, but at least it could have been after the other tag team match or even before the women's one. It wasn't perfect but it was for sure very fun, especially in the last part. The NXT Guys, Shane Helms and Rey Mysterio were all unxpected surprise and i'm really happy for Mysterio, even tho i'm not his biggest fan. The finish was awesome, not just because the right wrestler won, but because they kept teasing us and made us believe both could get the win and the wrestlemania main event. Nakamura win is the right choice for because because a SD Live Superstar needed to win the Rumble and this is the best way to get a Nakamura-Styles match for the WWE Title at WrestleMania. Also Guys like Roman or Cena don't need the Rumble to get the main event of WrestleMania, because they can earn it in other ways. Not a WONDERFUL (read that in Broken Matt Hardy voice) Rumble, but possibily the best one since the time Undertaker won, which if i remember correctly, was at the 2007 edition of the Royal Rumble.[****]

Raw Tag Team Championship: The Bar vs Seth Rollins & Jason Jordan

Easily the worst match on the main card, not because it sucked, but because it was very flat and they didn't much to deliver a great match, possibly because they worked the rumble before the match, which is a bit stupid if you ask me. The Bar got their titles back and i hope this won't end up with Rollins facing Jordan at WrestleMania. Please WWE, don't waste Rollins in this kind of match. I also wonder who will be the next tag team champs, because i don't think Sheamus e Cesaro won't have a long title reign. [**]

Universal Championship 3 way: Brock Lesnar vs Kane vs Braun Strowman:

It was the match it should have been: short but intense and chaotic. I wasn't expecting a five star rated match but not even a minus five star one. Braun looked like a beast, Brock won and Kane ate the pin as expected. Nothing more to add.[**1/2]

Women's Royal Rumble:

As it was the first one, WWE decided to honour their former stars so they picked more legends instead of more NXT girls for the match. For some of us, it was a good idea, for some of us it was a bad idea. I'm staying in the middle here, because part of me liked to see all those great girls i used to watch wrestle while i was younger, but at the same time i kinda wanted to see in the rumble wrestlers like the Iconic Duo or Nikki Cross. Personally they should have found a good mix between NXT and legends, but i won't complain too much. Instead i will complain on the last four, because personally i felt it was better to have Sasha eliminate Bayley and then let her challenge asuka for the win instead having the former Kana wrestle the Bella Twins. The right girl won but then Ronda Rousey came out...now, i like and always will like Ronda, loved her in UFC even tho her last fights were pretty terrible and her UFC career ended really on a bad note, but her debut seemed like WWE wanted her to steal the spotylight from Asuka and the other girls, the one who made history competing in the first ever Women's Royal Rumble. It felt like “Hey we can't compete with the SuperBowl Buzz so let's send out Ronda to steal some buzz and media coverage” I'm still interested to see how Ronda will do in the squared circle and who will face her at Mania. Going back to match analysis, the match was fine, not as good as the men's rumble but i enjoyed it. I'd say entertaining in some aspects (even more than the men's one), but booking wise there are a few thing they could have done better (like Dana Brooke eliminating Kairi Sane from the Rumble. That made no sense) [***1/2]

The event: good start for the WWE's 2018 PPV year. A Good Rumble PPV who didn't have a MOTY candidate like Takeover:Philly, but it was overall a really good and entertaining PPV who delivered, gifted us some really historic moments and for once it didn't felt like a normal mediocre WWE PPV, like a lot last year's PPVs that felt like a little better Raw or SDLive episode. Good start for the Road to WrestleMania *points at the Mania sign*[7.25]

#nxt takeover philly #Royal Rumble #women's royal rumble #men's royal rumble #AJ Styles #Asuka #Ronda Rousey #shinsuke nakamura #johnny gargano #andrade cien almas #adam cole #aleister black

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ajokeformur-ray · 7 years

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May I have a Match up for Naruto, Death note, code Geass and Black butler please?? A/N: YOI added at a later date (exception made for number of fandoms in one request because of this).

Before I start I know you have information about me already but I’m going to make a longer one this time.

I am a Heterosexual Female who has Black hair with brown-red eyes. I also have slight autism and not many people know about it, and this is the reason why I tend to be alone and giggle a lot at Unnecessary times. I like cats and Dogs, sweets, and I love listening to Music that’s anything as long as I like it. I don’t like spicy food, people who talk to me like I’m a child and Spiders. I also like to believe in the Supernatural as I do like to think there is someone there watching over me. My attitude is Almost Like Chloe Price’s in a way, although I’m not as Rebellious as she is. I do want Piercings and I want Tattoo’s as well. I’m also a secret yet bold person, and I can barely hold myself in an Argument. In my spare time, I will be seen listening to Music, Writing Fan fiction On wattpad and Drawing. I’m also an Emotional Person at Heart even though I do not show it, as if I need to let out Tears I’ll go into a room or place by myself where no one can see me. Also, I am Hoping that within a few Years time, I’ll be able to Cut my hair and Donate it To those who need it. When I’m older, I hope to Become an Author, as i Write stories a lot. In my group of Friends, I’m probably the mother Friend of my group, and I’m probably the one who swears a lot. I think my Friends see me as quiet yet sometimes loud, and Funny. Around Children, I can Also Be Motherly. When I see a child falling over and hurting themselves I’ll walk over and Help. @misskuuderechan

DN - L

- L would find your occassional giggles adorable. Each time it happens, he closes his eyes to savour the sound and allows it to motivate him to work even harder than he already does, because now he has something to work for, something to protect - you and by extension, your laughter. You both have a sweet tooth, so Watari has to buy even more than he already does. If you’re lucky, L might even give you the one strawberry off his cake. You dislike spicy foods and spiders, and these are two of the things that L would keep away from you, even though neither particularly bothers him.

- L isn’t spiritual, religious or even superstitious and he employs logic to deal with anything that perplexes him, but he’d respect your beliefs and may even ask you about them if he’s especially curious. Even though he can deduce the answers easily, he enjoys listening to you talk about it. You’d rarely argue because L just blinks at you and explains himself monotonously, stopping the argument before there’s serious potential.

- You’re independent and tend to keep yourself to yourself, something which L needs in an s/o because of his career. You cry when you’re alone but of course L knows because a) he’s L and b) he has CCTV in every room in HQ so he’d see even if you didn’t want him to. You’d look after him and he’d look ter you and it’d be a very equal relationship.

CG - Suzaku

- Your giggles remind Suzaku that good still exists in the world that is worth fighting for and is worth protecting. He’d surprise you every now and then with a small box of your favourite sweets and when he invites you over for dinner, he’d be sure that the food isn’t too hot or spicy for you. And, of course, he rescues you from spiders.

- Suzaku believes in himself and in his own ability to protect and be loyal to those he loves and cares for and doesn’t appear to believe in any paranormal but he’d definitely respect your views, even if he disagreed with them. You can’t control yourself during an argument but I think he’d be kinda withdrawn from it, using logic to make sure that it stopped before it had a chance to stop.

- You’re independent and you have creative hobbies which take you into your own head, leaving Suzaku to focus on his own goals. When you’re feeling emotional and you cry, Suzaku would be there with cuddles and words to bring you back to yourself. He’d be dedicated to making your dreams a reality.

N - Kakashi

- Kakashi giggles to himself sometimes, usually when there’s a really dirty bit in Icha Icha, so it wouldn’t bother him at all that you do the same and he’d barely think on it, tbh. You like dogs and that’s great because he has a lot of them and his home smells of dogs and there’s fur everywhere all the time, no matter how much you hoover. He’d buy you sweets when he’s on the way home from a mission as a way of saying, I was thinking about you.

- Kakashi doesn’t have any beliefs but he’d be interested in hearing about yours and might even tell you a little about his own beliefs, which don’t go so far as guardian angels but sometimes, he amuses himself by thinking about it. He’s pereptive and wouldn’t ever argue because he’s a) too lazy and b) if something either of you do bothers him, he’d just outright say it, listen to your side and that’d be it. Discussions are a thing as you’re both adults.

- He’s a shinobi so he doesn’t have time to always be with you so the fact that you can look after yourself is a weight off his mind. He gets his nindogs to check in on you every now and then when he’s away for long stretches of time but he definitely encourages your dream of being an author and would read your stuff and help you along if you asked him to.

BB - Ciel

- Ciel dislikes cats but when Sebastian found out you liked them, he took you to his room to see his thirteen cats and leaves you there to entertain yourself while both he and the Young Master are busy. As for dogs, well, there’s Pluto, if he counts? You boh like sweets so of course Sebastian has to stop both of you ruining your appetites, much to his annoyance.

- Ciel believed in the paranormal enough to summon a demon so I suppose he has similar beliefs to you, or at least he knows pieces of information here and there. He’d like to talk to you about them and if he ver got confused he’d just ask Sebastian for clarification. This leads to... Interesting conversations, to say the least. Ciel’s stubborn and you can’t control yourself in an argument so of course... Sebastian has to step in if one ever occurs.

- You cry to yourself but Ciel would know because he does that too so you’d find a hand on your shoulder as he offers a handkerchief and a hug to you, even if he doesn’t like emotional talks. You’d look after him more emotionally whereas Sebastian takes care of his physical needs so between the two of you, Ciel would find himself a little happier and better off.

#naruto #code geass #death note #black butler #L lawliet #suzaku kururugi #kakashi hatake #ciel phantomhive #submission

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Hello I’m back again briefly to do a review of idol-kun wa abakaretai aka “the idol wishes to be exposed”! Mainly Bc I didn’t agree w the story progression/details and I didn’t agree enough to warrant me coming on here again to write a review lmao

So I’ve seen some posts of this manga on IG before and I like the art (and also how the artist does sex scenes hehe. I didn’t ID them immediately as the artist who did the turned on by food BL which also has cute art but a questionable story) so I was like “nice” when I saw a translation of the entire story had been uploaded. And the general premise was interesting: a paparazzi who wants to get a big celebrity scoop so he can be moved on to other less-sus work and an idol who happens to have a connection w him and thus a target for his scoop. But ... as I kind of implied earlier (I didn’t mean to but when I wrote it out...) the art is good but the stories not so from this artist.

story started out fine. The first like two chapters implied potential for the story and honestly throughout the story there were some good like “plot twists” thrown in (like the first revelation that idol knew that main was a paparazzi all along despite supposedly being oblivious to it in the beginning despite all the sketchy stuff main was doing lol)

But then ... I mean the story developed alright, p typical for a BL story aka not great writing aka good transitions bw some stuff but then when the artist started trying to defend the paparazzi industry I was like ok NO. Trying to defend the work they do by being like “oh ppl enjoy gossip though!! It makes them happy!!” Is absolute bullshit. There’s nothing good abt paparazzi work other than the sometimes revelations of cheating and “scandals” like tht but still no. Even worse is at the end the guy is like no ill reject the offer to go on to a sports magazine Bc I want to get there w my own work and not Bc of networking which like ok but then he’s like “so I’ll make sure to bring in a bigger story next time” and I’m like alright so it’s respectable you want to ruin someone’s life then? I mean on one hand there are some celebrities tht are binches and sure deserve to get slighted but then I’m just thinking abt the less well-known celebrities that just make innocent mistakes or whatever. also in light of the main at one point feeling guilty abt exposing idol and being like ‘i’d be trash like my paparazzi coworkers if i do this ...’ tl;dr: I just didn’t like that the author tried to defend the paparazzi industry.

Also around the same time as that scene of main realizing ppl like his tabloid work, the idol realizes that maybe being an idol is actually good Bc he brings joy to others and then has a new desire to actually continue being an idol which like ok I believe that Bc I have heard of things like ppl prev being depressed but then learning how to heal after getting into idols/fandoms but also I thought he had been an idol for a while? Wouldn’t you know the positive effect you can have earlier?? Did their manager really only have them do lives and no volunteer work before ?? I mean I know nothing abt PR so maybe I know fuck all. even though idol life is indeed crap and not all stardom and happy stuff if personal accounts by idols are anything to go off of but i think there prob do exist some good idol managers/companies out there so i’ll let the defense of the idol industry go

Also the story had like a bunch of details/plot threads that like weren’t fully developed? Like the detail that the manager, the senpai idol member, and the promiscuous celebrity used to be part of the same idol group ?? I mean now tht I think abt it it was kind of wrapped up at the end w the implication that the manager was so protective of scoop was Bc his old idol group got broken up Bc of gossip ... but then I feel like the senpai idol member should’ve had a bigger part then? Also him being mean to idol main ?? Was never really talked abt again after that one scene where he cornered idol main and was like “smile bitch it’s your job”?? Like we really gonna ignore tht ??

Also lol at them implying a pairing bw idol senpai and manager. I was shipping promiscuous celebrity and manager but I guess the former is too into women I guess (sarcasm)

Also I liked the backstory bw main and idol aka them being high school classmates, but also at the same time i feel like idol’s back story wasn’t really fully fleshed out despite them dedicating like half a chapter to it. i guess it’s just a general case of ‘my fam teased me to the point that i felt that they didn’t give a shit abt me’ but no redemption for the fam. did like the unreliable narrator thing where the main was like ‘yeah i want to be a sports photographer’ but then why exactly he wants to do that/why he went in that career trajectory doesn’t get revealed until idol’s backstory ...

all in all i felt like the story was too idealistic w too positive of an outlook re: the paparazzi and celebrity industry (i’m not talking abt the public’s easy acceptance of idol and main being a couple, that was fine and also we don’t need more angsty stories of homophobic haters). also i’m not really sure that the author knows how those industries work together/in general. the story progression was alright, not great but not like absolutely terrible. the characterizations of the two mains weren’t entirely fleshed out. subplot threads that were there but not tied up too well at the end. cute art and sex scenes (cute as in they were drawn well/i like how they draw o-faces. if you like sex toys then you’d like the sex scenes fr too ig lol) though!

#shimahokke #idol-kin wa abakaretai #reading

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The problem with this author’s points are

a) At the time that the episodes of the 1994 Spider-Man cartoon aired, Flash’s backstory of abuse had not actually been established. The episode aired in 1994 or 1995 (I think the latter) whilst Flash’s backstory about being from an abusive home didn’t become a thing until 1997 so taking it into account when interpreting the character of the1990s show is problematic

b) The assessment is really glossing over how Flash backhanded his girlfriend Sha Shan when she was leaving him because she had learned he was cheating on her. Upon returning home later Flash saw she had left and threateningly implied he’d do more bad stuff to her if he ever saw her again. Later when she was hospitalized due to being targeted by the Hobgoblin, Flash went to the hospital to confront her over leaving him not giving a damn for the traumatic experience she’d just been through. Then when he was thrown out he threatened to come back to see her.

c) This assessment codifies domestic physical abuse and it’s then influencing the victims to themselves become bullies/abusers as toxic masculinity.

Fuck. Off.

Abuse, physical or otherwise, is not inherently gendered.

What all forms of abuse and all forms of violence intrinsically stem from masculinity or a particular type of masculinity as opposed to being something potentially possible within all people due to us all being only a few steps away from goddam animals?

Like I said. Fuck off.

The same applies to the codification of pride or even arrogance as toxic masculinity, or shit anything from these dumbass posts.

http://lamujerarana.tumblr.com/post/161041350956/as-someone-whos-read-the-original-1960s-comic

You can’t just broadbrush claim negative personality traits, even ones you could MAYBE argue are exhibited more frequently by men than women, as inherently tied to masculinity.

Arrogance and pride are part of humanity in general, not part of a social construct defining masculinity.

If that were true I guess Mary Jane in her early years, walking in and announcing herself to be awesome, sexy and whomever she spent time with lucky to be in her presence would also be guilty of toxic masculinity. As would her punching Nick Katzenberg for presenting her with proof that Peter was Spider-Man and suggesting they go have sex. Or threatening people who would endanger her, her family or Peter. Or wanting to kill Jonathan Caesar for ruining her career and victimizing her.

P.S. A lot of the reason for Peter’s propensity towards the type of behaviour shown in the second linked post has to do with those stories being written in the 60s by people who grew up in the 20s and 30s which had a very different standards than we have today. People got into fights more back then and to be accused of cowardice was a big deal.

#Flash Thompson #sha shan #Spider-Man #Peter Parker #mjwatsonedit #mary jane watson #Mary Jane Watson Parker #MJ Watson #marvel #marvel comics

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Some iwaoi fics. All are found on AO3. I admit that this list is also mostly for my own reference. Some I’ve read a while back, some I’ve read more recently. Check the tags/warnings put up on AO3 in case there’s stuff you’re not comfortable with. Leave some comments/kudos on the fics and show the authors some love!

Storm Season by Kenjiandco

A glider pilot in service to the Air Temples, all Oikawa really wants to do is fly. But you gotta pay the bills, and sometimes that means being a glorified taxi service for some useless Earth Nation noble named Iwaizumi Hajime…but he’s not turning out to be what Oikawa expected.

(Extremely handsome was not one of the things he expected)

Iwaizumi’s got a few secrets of his own. He’s not sure he really wants to study at the Air Temples. He’s terrified of flying in a glider. He’s got a secret career as an underground wrestler that his protective mother doesn’t know about.

But everyone has to take a few risks during Storm Season.

Super Spy Husbands by leauraxe (this is a series, go read it aaall.)

Oikawa and Iwaizumi are like every other ordinary husbands - They live together in a comfortable home, have dinner together every night, fight over who has to do the dishes, it’s all very mundane

The only difference is they also happen to be super spies who embark on A-level dangerous missions in extreme conditions and encounter some of the most notorious villains to exist.

Super spy husband AU! because we all love a BAMF Iwaizumi and Oikawa

I’ve Been Missing You For A Long Time by CutesyMe

“I bet you can’t go a week without touching Iwaizumi,“ Matsukawa challenges with a grin.

Iwaizumi sighs inwardly and is about to speak up when Oikawa suddenly says determined. “Of course I can.“

Iwaizumi stares at him dumbfounded, noticing the scrunch on Oikawa‘s nose and the slight pout of his lips. It’s too late now.

Menace by ArturoSavinni

When Oikawa is in the midst of an argument with Iwaizumi, he finds himself suddenly having to take care of his much younger friend. Thankfully the team is there to help him. But as the days tick by a pressing concern rises over whether Iwaizumi will turn back.

reopened; by pharadoxly

That one night, Tooru ended up killing a boy.

No one tells him who; he doesn’t wish to know, either. It’s easier to forgive himself.

Just a Millisecond of Forever by FindingSchmomo

Iwaizumi Hajime wakes up to find out that he’s been brought into existence to be Oikawa Tooru’s Guardian Angel. So why does everything hurt so much?

The Best I Ever Had by FindingSchmomo

A story of separation and time lost. Oikawa and Iwaizumi lose contact, and life goes on. Now, a decade later and back in Japan, Oikawa wonders if he can pick the pieces back together, despite knowing Iwaizumi has moved on. A story of their past, present and future, pieced together by shaky hands.

The Finest Feline by FindingSchmomo

Iwaizumi kind of wants kids. Oikawa kind of hates kids. They get a cat.

Night Disturber by yu_gin

“Iwaizumi Hajime is a very patient person. He really is. In fact, he didn’t go yelling and kicking his neighbour’s ass two nights before, even though he really deserved it. He was happy for him and his adventurous sex life. Good for him. He was much less happy to hear him and his partner for three nights in a row. Seriously, he needed some sleep, for God’s sake!” Iwaizumi is the very unfortunate Oikawa’s neighbour

**read more inserted here**

you’ll never wait so long by newamsterdam

Matsukawa hums thoughtfully. “You know, I’m probably not the best person to give advice about relationships, but I’m sure your man’s going to be just fine. Scary-looking as you are, Iwaizumi, I get the feeling that you’re a pretty good husband.”

Iwaizumi isn’t sure what that’s supposed to mean, but it sounds like a compliment. “Um. Thanks?”

Matsukawa’s lips stretch into a thin, but not insincere smile. “You’re welcome. Look, you trust this guy of yours, right?”

The answer comes easily. “I trust him with my life.”

“See? There you go—”

But Iwaizumi isn’t done, and he continues, talking over Matsukawa. “Just not with his own.” _____

Doctor Iwaizumi Hajime’s life has been going so well, it only makes sense that there’d be complications to follow. If only his husband would tell him what those complications are, he’d be able to fix things.

Time After Time by Crollalanza (this is my favorite fic out of the Philos Series. the entire thing is so good, please read it.)

“You about to tell me I’ve blossomed, Assikawa? That because Princess Tooru kissed me, I’ve stopped being a frog?”

“I’m about to hit you if you don’t listen to me!”

Part 6 of Iwaoi - Philos Series

when it starts to rain, they go inside by sadaf

“Where?” starts Iwaizumi.

“My parent’s old lakehouse, silly, didn’t you hear me the first time?”

OR:

Oikawa takes Iwaizumi to his lakehouse for two weeks, post-graduation.

Cuddles for the Lonely by DreadfulMind

Iwaizumi moved to a new city for college and he’s been far away from friends and family for too long. He wants some sort of intimacy and one day he finds an ad on the newspaper for a professional cuddler.

It’s Not Love, Probably by starlitcities

“No, I mean we really weren’t doing anything,” Oikawa whips around, “I haven’t even kissed her yet.”

Iwaizumi pushes the locker shut and looks down at his t-shirt, picking at a loose string dangling from the hem. If he tugs too hard, it’ll just ruin the stitching, so he decides to leave it alone. Right now he might rip the damn thing off.

“And I said it doesn’t matter. Why are you talkative all of the sudden?”

“Someone sounds annoyed,” Oikawa mumbles.

“No, I just…” Iwaizumi bites the inside of his cheek. Why is he annoyed? That Oikawa is talking about his girlfriend? That he saw them under the stairwell looking both guilty and flustered? That he might not know everything about his childhood best friend?

He can’t say yes to any of those questions. He can’t quite say no, either.

Always, My Pillar of Strength by starlitcities

“Oikawa,” Matsukawa mutters, surprised more than anything. “It’s two in the morning, what are you—?”

“What’s wrong with me, Mattsun?” Oikawa pulls at the hem of his shirt, the sopping fabric clinging to his skin and leaking water onto the doormat. “Anybody, everybody I know would kill to have me. And the only one I want to feel that way won’t even look at me.”

Lithophyte by listenforthelove

“Great, now I’m yelling at a bunch of leaves.”

Hajime knows he’s screwed when ‘Oikawa has somehow changed into a plant overnight’ is the least concerning explanation.

Flashpoint by pickledplumes

“I’m tired.” he continues and he sees in Oikawa’s eyes the exact moment his heart breaks. “I’m just so fucking tired, Tooru.”

things change, times change by pickledplumes

People got to change with them Iwaizumi across three lifetimes, and how he continues to love and lose the same man.

Part 2 of C(4,2) = 6

Everything With You by Ellessey

‘Hajime still loves Oikawa, but he understands now. Oikawa can’t look at him and see someone he could potentially date.

And that makes it easier to not focus on the little things that used to drive him crazy—Oikawa’s long legs, the way he’s always hanging off of Hajime, how his whole face changes when he gets ready for a jump serve, and he looks like he could take on the entire world and win.

This new arrangement though, this living together situation, is presenting a new set of variables that must be adjusted to, and the nakedness is one of them.’

–

For years, being Oikawa’s best friend has worked out fine. Hajime is hopelessly in love with him, but it’s enough. Then Oikawa—who, by all accounts, has never been anything but determinedly, assuredly straight—gets a boyfriend. Or a boy friend-with-benefits. Hajime doesn’t know, and he doesn’t give a shit about the definition.

What he knows is that remaining best friends is starting to seem a bit too painful (way too painful) to be considered a solid option.

Undercut by Ellessey

‘There is so much Hajime wants to say about Oikawa’s hair, but Oikawa has his scary face on and, while Hajime is certainly not intimidated, he will be crafty about this at least.

“Alright, stop,” Hajime says, in English.

“What, Iwa?” Oikawa asks, voice heavy with exasperation.

“Collaborate and listen.”’

–

Oikawa gets a new haircut, and Hajime is a bit of an idiot before he gets around to being a good boyfriend.

Huascaran by EclecticInkling

He knew, better than anyone— better than even Tooru himself— that Tooru always looked his best whenever he stood at the top of the world. And Hajime was deeply, terribly, irrevocably in love with him.

get ripped, get laid by orphan_account

“I’m not buying you a drink if you do an exercise properly.”

Oikawa frowns, and Iwaizumi is once again reminded of a chastised puppy.

“Why not? Isn’t that what you’re supposed to do, incentivise me?”

“Having the body of your dreams isn’t incentive enough?”

“Iwa-chan,” Oikawa tuts as he shoots Iwaizumi a look that seems to suggest he thinks he is very simple, “I already have the body of my dreams. And maybe even your dreams.”

–

iwaizumi should’ve known accepting oikawa as his newest client would only end in one giant headache

ad astra by tothemoon (this is a series. also this author’s works in general is breathtaking.)

(“through hardships to the stars”) exploring the surreal, the interdimensional, and transcending whatever the cosmos wants to throw their way.

the river runs by tothemoon

At the start of the new year, and one whole year since their breakup, Oikawa Tooru starts a list of daily reminders, tips, and tricks called HOW TO FORGET ABOUT IWAIZUMI HAJIME, and he’s determined to make it stick.

—

This is a firsthand account of how to deal (and rather spectacularly, at that).

mint by tothemoon

It’s the December after Iwaizumi’s last year in university when Tokyo welcomes him with a new ad campaign for Bright Days toothpaste, and Oikawa Tooru—fresh off a run at the 2016 Summer Olympics—has decided to grace the city with his signature grin, a flip of his wayfarer sunglasses, and the most irrepressible tag line for the signboard above.

‘Are you in love with me?’ it reads, Oikawa taunts, and Iwaizumi can only find the whole thing a pointless exercise in the usual flirtations.

(Because i would never fall for you in a million years, he types out in reply, before deciding against it.)

Timeless (We Have 30 Days) by glass_owl

The silence hangs between them before Oikawa sighs. He pulls off the blanket and starts to take off his shirt. Iwaizumi balks. “Why are you stripping?”

He struggles with Oikawa for a second, trying to stop his friend from becoming half naked right there and then but Oikawa accidentally connects the heel of his palm with Iwaizumi’s left eye and he flinches backwards, giving Oikawa ample time to pull off the piece of fabric.

“I’ve been numbered,” Oikawa says simply once the shirt is off and Iwaizumi feels his chest stopper.

Or AU where you’re branded 50 days before you die. But Oikawa doesn’t tell anyone so now there’s only 30 days left.

Something in Our Pockets (Maybe Paper Planes) by glass_owl

“Wow,” Matsukawa grins. He drapes his coat over the back of the chair, cracking a few knuckles before booting up the computer. He wiggles his fingers in Iwaizumi’s face. “Boyfriend privileges already?”

“How offending,” Hanamaki supplies. He wags a finger in Iwaizumi’s face.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Iwaizumi picks up his coffee, nursing it between his hands, solemnly wondering what had just happened to his quiet, peaceful morning.

“Well two can play at that game,” Hanamaki says with arid confidence. He smirks knowingly at Iwaizumi and Iwaizumi knows something terrible is going to fall from his friend’s stupid mouth. “From now on, only your boyfriend can call me ‘Makki’.”

- Or that poor journalist Iwa and air steward Oikawa AU.

Fix me by Frenchibi

“Who… who are you?” Silence fills the room as all faces turn towards Oikawa - and then everyone is talking at once.

or: The one where Oikawa loses his memory and it breaks Iwaizumi’s heart

Only Fools Fall by oseltamivir_phosphate

Oikawa had always wanted to be an alpha like Iwaizumi. He hated being a beta – the lesser status, but not entirely the least. That was until he experienced his first heat during his second year in university. And he wonders if it’s too late to turn back into a beta.

Lithophyte by listenforthelove

“Great, now I’m yelling at a bunch of leaves.”

Hajime knows he’s screwed when ‘Oikawa has somehow changed into a plant overnight’ is the least concerning explanation.

15 Minutes by rightofpostponement

All Iwaizumi Hajime wanted to do was sleep on the 15 hour plane ride home (and maybe figure out how he really feels about his best friend). Unfortunately, his plane was hijacked by America’s favorite family, the stars of “Goin’ for one more!” the family famous for having 23 children, seven of which were under the age of 5 (is that even possible?). Doing what any rational person would do, Iwaizumi sucked it up (scowled maliciously) and bought ear plugs (while glaring), expecting the plane ride to be a special type of hell.

What he didn’t expect was for his face to be captured by a stray camera and explode overnight (on Twitter, of course). Becoming an internet sensation/meme isn’t easy (remember Alex from Target?), especially when random people start to take snapchats of him at volleyball practice (who is he, Oikawa?).

or,

Iwa-chan gets the 15 minutes of internet fame his face deserves.

Just Hear Me Out by loveclouds

To stimulate Japan’s low birthrates and take most of the guesswork out of dating, a beeper system was biologically developed in people’s wrists, an audible confirmation to show romantic compatibility.

Iwaizumi’s beeper has been going off for Oikawa since they’ve been kids. Oikawa’s has only ever been silent.

Drunk off his ass he forgets everything by coffeeless

Oikawa just stares, his hands clenching and unclenching in his lap. Tooru then bites his lips nervously, hiccuping, and asks,” Are you single?”

Iwaizumi laughs and leans closer to him. “No, I’m sorry. I’m dating a very drunk dork.” He says, and before that can register in Oikawa’s very drunk mind, Hanamaki pipes up.

“He’s actually dating you, Oikawa.” He says, and Tooru looks over at him slowly, frowning slightly.

“Wha?”

or,

Makki and Mattsun get Oikawa so drunk that he doesn’t recognize anyone, not even his own boyfriend. Iwaizumi decides to play along for the fun of it.

Ink and Lace by kylar

Oikawa gives Iwaizumi a birthday present- two presents- that he’ll never forget.

#iwaoi #haikyuu!!#iwaizumi hajime #oikawa tooru #fic rec #my fic rec #my post #these are some of my favorites

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