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natty1730 · 1 year

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Playlist (Metal Family OC)

🌼Daisy Oceanos Morozov 🌼

Blue Hair ~ TV Girl

Mary On A Cross ~ Ghost

Bring Me To Life ~ Evanescence

Call Me Little Sunshine ~Ghost

Teenagers ~My Chemical Romance

Chelsea Dagger ~ The Fratellis

Dear Maria, Count Me In ~ All Time Low

Oblivion ~ Grimes

Brutal ~ Olivia Rodrigo

Ain’t It Fun ~ Paramore

Cigarette Daydream ~ Cage The Elephant

Lovesong ~The Cure

Fade Into You ~ Mazzy Star

About a Girl ~ Nirvana

Iris ~ The Goo Goo Dolls

Love Will Tear Us Apart ~ Joy Division

Just Like Heaven ~ The Cure

Summertime Sadness ~ Lana Del Rey

Brooklyn Baby ~ Lana Del Rey

West Coast ~ Lana Del Rey

Watercolor Eyes ~ Lana Del Rey

High By The Beach ~ Lana Del Rey

Blue Madonna ~ BORNS

Sweet Dreams ~ BORNS

Jealous ~ Eyedress

Want Me ~Baby Queens

Romeo and Juliet ~ The Killers

Midnight Love ~ Girl in Red

Genesis ~ Grimes

Maya the Psychic ~ Gerard Way

Women ~ Harry Styles

My Boy ~ Billie Eilish

The Less I Know The Better ~ Tame Impala

My Type ~ Saint Motel

Happier Than Ever ~ Billie Eilish

Give You Hell ~ The All-American Rejects

Cornflower Blue ~ Flower Face

We’re Not Gonna Take It ~ Twisted Sister

The Story Ain’t Over ~ Avantasis

I Wanna Rock ~ Twisted Sister

Somebody Told Me ~ Motionless In White

Rock You Like a Hurricane ~ Scorpions

You Give Love A Bad Name ~ Bon Jovi

Smells Like Teen Spirit ~ Nirvana

I Was Mad For Lovin’ You ~ KISS

It’s My Life ~ Bon Jovi

Creep ~ Radiohead

Pour Some Sugar On Me ~ Def Leppard

Boulevard of Broken Dreams ~ Green Day

Psychic Reader ~ Bad Bad Hats

BLUE ~ Troye Sivan , Alex Hope

Cardigan ~ Taylor Swift

Lovefool ~ The Cardigans

Willow ~ Taylor Swift

Pretty Girl ~ Clairo

Always Forever ~ Cults

Candy ~ Robbie Williams

Something That I Want ~ Grace Potter

Can I Call You Tonight ~Dayglow

Melting ~ Kali Uchis

Moonlight ~ Kali Uchis

See You Again ~ Tyler, The Creator & Kali Uchis

Telepatia ~ Kali Uchis

I Wish you Roses ~ Kali Uchis

La Luna Enamorada ~ Kali Uchis

First Love/Last Spring ~ Mitski

Never Felt So Alone ~ Labrinth

Blue ~ LAUNDRY DAY

Colors of the Wind ~ Judy Kuhn

Lavender Haze ~ Taylor Swift

Heather ~ Conan Gray

Something Good ~ Alt-J

She ~ Dodie

Reencuentro ~ Huara

Zamba’l Mar ~ Anida

Chitquitita ~ ABBA (Spanish Version )

Ophelia ~ The Lumineers

Selfless ~ The Strokes

Once Upon a December ~ Anastasia

J’s lullaby ~ Delaney Bailey

The Night We Met ~ Lord Huron & Phoebe Birdgers

This Side of Paradise ~ Coyote Theory

I Wanna Be Your Boyfriend ~ The Rubinoos

Teenage Dirtbag ~ Wheatus

Luna de Xelaju ~ Gaby Moreno & Oscar Isaac

All The Things She Said ~ t.A.T.u

Parents ~ YUNGBLUD

Freaks ~ Surf Curse

Not Allowed ~ TV Girl

Living Life , In The Night ~ Cheriimoya & Sierra Kidd

King For A Day~ Pierce The Veil

Flames ~ MOD SUN & Avril Lavigne

Amnesia ~ MOD SUN

Bones ~ MOD SUN

Break the Rules ~ Charli XCX

Rebel Girl ~ Bikini Kill

Nunca Es Suficiente ~ Natalia Lafourcade

Haste la Raiz

Tu Falta De Querer ~ Mon Laferte

Amarrame ~ Mon Laferte & Juanes

Amor Completo ~ Mon Laferte

The Adults Are Talking ~ The Strokes

Soledad y el Mar ~ Natalia Lafourcade & Los Macorinos

Cariño~ The Marias

Remember the Time ~ Michael Jackson

Chicago ~ Michael Jackson

P.Y.T. ~ Michael Jackson

Arabella ~ Arctic Monkeys

I Wanna Be Yours ~ Arctic Monkeys

Green Light ~ Lorde

Liability ~ Lorde

All I Wanted ~ Paramore

Misery Business ~ Paramore

Still into You ~ Paramore

Kiwi ~Harry Styles

I WANNA BE YOUR SLAVE ~ Maneskin

Stargirl Interlude ~ The Weeknd & Lana del Rey

New Girl ~ Labrinth

Pumped Up Kicks ~ Foster The People

Free Spirit ~ Khalid

hate u love u ~ Olivia O’Brien

In My Dreams ~ Kali Uchis

Super Psycho Love ~ Simon Curtis (The YouTube Version)

She’s My Collar ~ Gorillaz & Kali Uchis

Cherry Flavored ~ The Neighborhood

Backyard Boy ~ Claire Rosinkranz

Dirty Little Secret ~ The All-American Rejects

Move Along ~ The All-American Rejects

Dueles ~ Jesse & Joy

Romantic Lover ~ Eyedress

September (Instrumental) ~ Sparky Deathcap

Magalenha ~ Sergio Mendes

Fanfarra - Cabua-Le-Le ~ Sergio Mendes

Mas Que Nada ~ Sergio Mendes & Brasil’66

The Girl From Ipanema ~ Astrud Gilberto

Baiana ~ Barbatuques

Me Gustas Tu ~ Manu Chao

Pais Tropical ~ Sergio Mendes & Brasil’66

Tubarao Te Amo ~ Dj LK de Escocia & Tchakabum & MC Ryan

Carta Ao Tom 74 ~ Toquinho & Vinicius de Moraes

Girl From Rio ~ Anitta

Dancando ~ Ivete Sangalo

Ai Se Eu Te Pego ~ Michel Telo

Balada ~ Gusttavo Lima

Taboo ~ Don Omar

Calm Down ~ Rema & Selena Gomez

R.I.P 2 My Youth ~ The Neighborhood

NYMPHOLOGY ~ Melanie Martinez

Smell Like Cherry ~ Alex Ves (Metal Family)

Light ~ Alex Ves (Metal Family)

Tales of a Pine ~ Alex Ves (Metal Family)

In One Ear ~ Cage The Elephant

Why ~ Sabrina Carpenter

Gold Hour~ JVKE

Billie Bossa Nova x West Coast

#dee x reader #metal family #metal family x reader #metal family fandom #metal family heavy #metal family dee #metal family glam #metal family vicky #metal family ches #metal family lif

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bombasticprimekitty · 11 months

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The Town Of Encanto

Random tidbits of worldbuilding that (probably) wouldn’t make it in the main story. It also doubles as a reminder for me if I forgot about something for the side stories.

Since most of the people have Pokémon. They don’t really rely too much on the Madrigal’s gifts. Giving them a lot of free time to do whatever they want. Be it a personal project or a hobby.

Alma is chosen as the leader of the town by default because she was blessed by Arceus himself. (Even if she doesn’t want to)

The ‘government’ of the town consists of councils that have their own individual jobs that they govern over, but all final decisions are made by Abuela Alma.

The council consists of The Méndez that works with food and drugs, the Ortiz with agriculture, The Guzmán with trade, the Torres with health and human service, The Moreno with education, and The Madrigal (temporarily) for Justice (Formerly held by the Fernandez).

Even though the town is relatively peaceful due to the isolation from the outside world. There’s still a police-like force that keeps the town safe and upholds the law.

Most of the Madrigals are either in the police force (Felix, Camilo), the council (Julieta, Pepa), or both (Dolores). With the exception of Agustin, Luisa, and Mirabel who constantly rotate their jobs that fit the town's current needs.

Felix is the head captain of the police force with Camilo working directly under him.

Several people had been kicked out of the Encanto by the magic candle after they had grown selfish and entitled and tried to take the magic from the Madrigal.

Modern technology inventions (Such as modern pokeball, healing station, and pokedex) are crudely remade with the information from Agustin books and Rotom phone. Some were more successful than the others.

The town had a community Pokémon. Which are Pokémon that don’t have a human partner but are domesticated and willing to help humans.

Isabela’s and Bruno’s Pokémons are allowed to roam around and help if they desire as they are now considered a community Pokémon.

Isabela’s Pokémons would rather spar with one another or wild Pokémon's to hone their skills and not let it dull in the hopes that when Isabela comes back they can immediately go back to battling together.

Cacturne likes to bully some of the humans and Pokémon in town (Especially Magicarp Lady) and most of the time gets away with it. (He’s very persuasive).

Bruno’s Pokémons spend most of their time pranking the people that had been treating Bruno poorly. Ranging from stealing food to even destroying clothes or furniture.

Raticate likes to steal Senor Flores' toupee because he keeps making her partner sad over something he didn’t do. (Which is stating the obvious because the man was already balding.)

#encanto #encanto au #Lost Constellation Au #pokemon au

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words-are-fireproof · 2 years

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Bendice Las Estrellas (Ribbons Part I) - Marcus Moreno x OFC!Keilah

*gif by @pascalsky

Summary: Marcus' life couldn't get any more out of control...could it?

Rating: T

Content: fighting, mild cursing, mentions of aging, not so soft Marcus, also, super soft Marcus, mild mentions of death/dead spouse, really bad Google translate Spanish (I'm sure), umm... this is super duper mild? I'm not a smutty writer. 🫣

A/N: Let this be a warning: this has only been self edited. I do not have a beta. All errors will be eventually, and stealthily, fixed.

Word count: 2.9k

Masterlist || Part Two

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“Again,” the trainer barked in the noisy gym at the Heroics headquarters.

Again, again, again.

Marcus Moreno hated the word. He hated how many times he’d heard it over the years, over and over and over until each utterance of the word grated on his nerves. Or maybe it grated on his nerves because everything else currently was as well. The sounds of the gym wormed their way into his ears, clawing and scraping there until he felt a dull, low throbbing pulse at the base of his skull. He palmed his neck but the pressure lingered, intensified even. He found the whole training nonsense pointless. The kids handled more and more missions ever since the “takeover,” but ever since that day, he trained harder and longer than ever.

He blamed the idea that he was “getting old” and the young trainer seemed to echo that thought. He couldn’t blame the kid, though. He was older. Every day Missy reminded him of that fact, and not only Missy, but Guppy, Miracle Man–or Aaron as he asked people to start calling him–and other heroics who liked to point to his graying hair, softer features, and glasses and say “you’re not getting any younger.” Thanks for that, he always thought bitterly as they sauntered away from him to attend meetings and briefings and whatnot. Sometimes he even playfully volleyed those words to Missy, but never did so bitterly. It amused him when Missy said it. Everyone else, not so much.

Maybe he needed to teach Missy a few more manners, but his wife had always been better at that. Not Marcus. Marcus befriended Missy. He didn’t parent Missy. She parented him which, yes, made him feel older than he cared to admit. It made him feel a lot of things, not all of them good.

“Hey, Earth to Marcus,” a voice cut through the thoughts as he stood there, blades in his hand.

He whipped around to face in the direction of the voice, his blade slicing through the air and stopping mere centimeters in front of Aaron’s jugular. The other man’s Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed thickly.

“Hey, man. Good to see your reflexes still work.”

Marcus grumbled, relaxing his stance and lowering his abilities so he could easily slip his katanas back into their sheathes at his back.

Another thing he hated: training in his suit.

“Don’t you know not to sneak up on me like that?”

Aaron held up his hands in mock surrender. “Didn’t know you’d almost take off my head.”

“If I wanted to take off your head, you wouldn’t be standing here.”

“Touche.”

A brief silence enveloped the pair.

Talking to Aaron pushed him closer to the edge. It didn’t help as the trainer decided to start yelling things at him. He really needed to talk to the new head of headquarters about this guy. Marcus didn’t even know his name. He simply knew him as “the trainer.” Maybe that was his codename. Great. All he needed was another heroic annoying him. But this was more than annoying. This was…plain old petty, unnecessary meanness for the sake of getting a rise out of him.

Kind of like the blonde watching him.

He began sparring with the intention of ignoring Aaron–Missy would be so disappointed with him–but the supe had another plan.

“So,” the other man crossed his arms over his chest. “Missy has you training, I see.”

The statement felt like a jab. It landed like a jab at his age, at his skills, at everything. He really needed a day off. His bones ached with the heaviness of responsibility; he felt it in every move he made, every punch he threw. It made it hard to control his powers, his katanas rattling in their sheathes.

“I have to train, unlike some of us.”

He easily took down a holographic sentinel, the lights exploding into fake sparks as it disappeared and another took its place. This time, he took out his katanas–if only to stop them from rattling–the fake blade sparking as it met his real ones.

“I train.”

“You run your mouth,” Marcus snapped, driving his blade through the sentinel. Two more popped up.

“Someone’s in a bad mood.”

In one fell swoop, he took down the new sentinels with a well placed slice of his blades. He straightened.

“And someone is making it worse.”

“Good to know that we still don’t like each other.”

“Yet somehow, we work well together.”

“Shocking,” Aaron deadpanned dryly.

His shoulders drooped with a heavy sigh, a palm running over his neck again. “What do you need, Aaron?” He asked tiredly.

“I was just wondering if you’d seen the new analyst.”

A Spanish curse flew from his lips before he could stop it. “You’re really over here talking to me about a new analyst? Don’t you have a girlfriend?”

“I wouldn’t classify her as a girlfriend.”

“Well, however you class it,” He began another sparring match as he spoke, his words coming out in staccato puffs of breath as he fought, “I’d rather not talk about it or the new person. People aren’t objects, Aaron.”

Marcus grimaced, immediately picturing Aaron with a woman and doing all sorts of things with her. Not to say he hadn’t when Missy was at his mother’s house for the weekend, but at least those times were few and far between. Not only that, he didn’t brag about it. Maybe the woman who wasn’t his girlfriend liked the arrangement. He figured she did just because Aaron was famous. That wouldn’t be the first time and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. That reason alone was the reason he didn’t date much.

“You just say that because you’ve never been the most popular heroic.”

“No, and I like it that way. I was married. Let’s not complicate it.”

He ignored Aaron again, or tried to, as he went another round, the sentinels coming slower, the trainer beginning to wind down their session. Gratitude flooded through Marcus when he realized it. He wanted to be done and finished and in his office, taking a shower, letting the warm water soothe away his aches and pains.

“I’m just saying, it’s been eleven years. It’s time for you to go out and enjoy yourself.”

He stood up and shot a glare over at Miracle Guy. “I enjoy myself.”

A sentinel caught him unaware, clocking him in the jaw and making him stumble backward. He pulled his blades and finished off the exercise quickly and efficiently. When he finished, he stood there, katana’s pulled and ready to attack, glaring at the trainer, daring him to start another round. But the trainer shook his head, obviously a little scared of the swordsman in front of him. Deep down, Marcus hated the fear he saw in the trainer’s eyes, but he did nothing to rectify it. That was another story for another time.

He sheathed his katanas again and grabbed his gym bag. “I enjoy myself,” he asserted. “I don’t need anyone to enjoy myself. I have Missy. She’s enough.”

“I have Wheels, but I still have a girlfriend.”

“And a mistress, if I’m hearing right.”

Aaron’s blue eyes narrowed. “No, just a… girl who is a friend with benefits.”

Marcus wrinkled his nose. “Again, I didn't need to know that.”

“Hey, whatever man. We all have our vices.”

“Some more than others.”

He stalked away from the other man, carding a hand through his sweat curled brown hair, finally able to remove himself from the situation. Gracias a las estrellas. He needed to leave, his emotions fraying at the seams and he couldn’t even pinpoint why. Sure, he could blame Miracle Guy, but he knew that wasn’t the full story.

He just didn’t want to face it.

He stepped halfway through the door of the gym, head down when he collided with a soft body in front of him. His eyes flicked up, heart hammering in his chest when his gaze locked on the woman before she stooped down to gather a couple of things she’d dropped on the floor. He hastily crouched down, in part to help, in part to get a better look at the woman. Marcus knew most everyone who worked at HQ, but not her. She must’ve been the new analyst Aaron had just talked to him about.

“I’m sorry. I should’ve paid more attention to where I was going.”

Her soft black hair fell in front of her face, eyes obscured by the dark strands as nimble fingers grabbed quickly at her things. He didn’t even have time to react, despite his reflexes–as Aaron commented on. For some reason, it surprised him. His mind immediately wandered. Was she a heroic? If she was, why wasn’t she on the team? How old was she? Did she know anybody in the office? Had Aaron sunk his perfectly white, capped teeth into her already? Hopefully not.

Marcus didn’t know how long he crouched there in front of her until his mind caught up with and processed the situation. There were words supposed to be said, formalities to be made. A brief, bitter thought flitted through his mind: first Aaron now the new girl. Who else wants to bother me today?

But the woman in front of him didn’t answer. Odd. He quickly spotted the earbuds in her ears and understood. Like him, she didn’t want to be bothered. Well, then. That could be arranged. He did manage to grab one final thing that had skittered farther than her reach, something metal which made him smile. He called to it, sending the object sliding quickly toward him. That must have piqued her interest, her dark eyes raising to lock with his.

He swallowed thickly. Damn.

She held out her hand to him in expectation of the object which he promptly handed over, their fingers bushing briefly. His breath caught in his chest.

“I’m sorry,” he managed again.

The woman’s brows furrowed and she shook her head, tucking a piece of that beautiful black hair behind her tanned ear. Don’t react. Don’t react. Dios Mio. She didn’t say a word. Instead, she shook her head and waved him off, standing once her items were secured. He quickly shot up, reaching for the door to open it for her. She smiled. He couldn’t breathe. But somehow, he smiled back as she disappeared wordlessly into the gym.

Bendice las estrellas.

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Water ribboned down his warm, tawny skin, easing the pain from the sparring matches and overeager trainer; the aches gathered in puddles on the slick white tile floor. Drops of water dripped from the tip of his nose as he took a long breath, inhaling the steam, letting it fill his lungs before he expelled it with a heavy sigh. When did it all get so complicated? Life? Marcus knew it had never been easy, not with his parents being heroics. His childhood filled with the same anxiety he felt rising in his chest as the water began to cool.

With a flick of his wrist, he turned the shower off, plunging him into the coolness of his office bathroom. He’d been upgraded after the events of the takeover. He fought vehemently against it. He didn’t deserve the promotion. If anything, the one who deserved the promotion was his daughter, but she was content running ops out of the old classroom, the same classroom she discovered her leadership skills in. It worked for her. Who was he to deny her that?

He pressed his forehead against the tile, closing his eyes for a moment of peace, but peace never came. Instead, his mind filled with the image of the new analyst, her dark hair draped over her shoulders. Her eyes–the color of toffee, shining amber in the LED lights of the hallway–bore into his soul, picking him apart from the inside out. Ánimo, cabron. Another sigh issued from his lips. From the depths of his mind came a soft voice, the voice of his wife, jolting him to his senses, making the anxiety creep dangerously higher into his throat. His metal razor danced in his shower caddy.

Marcus gingerly stepped from the shower, raking his hand through his wet hair before toweling it and his skin dry. He threw on his glasses, the world around him became sharper, but his brain still fought against the warring feelings and memories clawing to the surface.

His heart pounded.

He had just enough time to throw on some clothes–to hell with a tie today–before Missy came sauntering into his office, dressed in “leave me alone” and black tactical pants. He chuckled to himself when he caught sight of a pair of blue converse peeking out from those tactical pants.

“Hey, Dad.”

She draped herself over an armchair near his desk, her legs dangling off the arm of it. The thing almost swallowed her whole. He hated that chair. A misguided gift from Miracle Man and Wheels when they saw he’d been “promoted.” Missy was the only one who used the thing. For some inexplicable reason, she thought it the most comfortable thing in his office. He knew exactly where she got it from.

“Hey, hija. Have you been busy today?”

Laura.

The name–just like her voice before–rises unbidden in his throat and his mind.

He chokes on it; his brown eyes stinging with unshed tears he doesn’t dare spill today, especially in front of Missy. He can’t remember the last time he felt this raw. It rubs at him in all the wrong ways–the conversation with Aaron, the trainer, that new analyst. Even now, her beautiful red lips and dark hair fill his mind. The image almost–almost–drowns out the memories, but even as it tries, it feels all wrong. Bitterness taints it. He can taste it as he swallows, shaking his head a bit to banish all thought, focusing on Missy.

“Not really. Unless you count wrangling Guppy as being busy.”

That makes him laugh outloud, ignoring the way it sounded foreign as he did. “I’d say it counts.”

“I’ll trade ya any day.”

“But then you’d have to deal with Aaron.”

She shrugged. “Aaron is easy compared to Guppy on a bad day.”

“We all have bad days,” Marcus murmured gently. “Go easy on her. It’s hard for her when her parents are out on assignment.”

A groan tore itself from her lips, her head falling back onto the plush arm of the chair. “When do they get back?”

“Monday.”

She sat back up. “Can you talk to her?”

He shook his head. “I have enough to deal with. Besides, this is part of being the leader of the team. You have to learn when to push and when to pull back. She’ll cool down and training won’t be a disaster.”

Her eyes narrowed, quiet for a moment, before she said, “Are you just saying this to get me out of the office?”

The question feels like it comes out of left field, but he knows better. “What do you mean?”

“You can’t fool me, Dad. I know you’re wanting to kick me out.”

“I do not. What makes you say that?”

“You seem distracted,” Missy said with a wrinkle of her nose, playful, but being entirely serious. “That and you usually jump at the chance to talk to Guppy. I know she’s your favorite,” she teased.

“My second favorite, hija. You’re my favorite.”

She laughed, the sound loosening the tension in his shoulders. He felt like he could breathe again. He knew at the back of his mind, though, that the feeling wouldn’t last. She’d go back to the classroom to try to calm Guppy and the emotions would all come back to him. They’d find him like they always did. He couldn’t hide from them. Some days were easy. Others had him wanting to hide away, find a corner of the gym after everyone had gone home and beat his fists bloody on a punching bag. Maybe Missy wouldn’t mind going over to his mother’s that night. They’d been talking about going to the movies after work. Maybe she could stay the night, give him a chance to no longer hide.

“Yeah, okay. I know I’m your favorite.”

He forced a chuckle. Her eyes narrowed again, despite the silliness of their conversation. “Good. And don’t you forget it.”

She held her hands up in surrender. “I wouldn’t dream of it, Dad.” Missy extricated herself from the oversized armchair and skipped behind his desk to wrap her arms around his neck from behind. “Love you.” She paused. “Are you sure you can’t come talk to Guppy for me?”

He turned his head to kiss her cheek. “Nope. Not today. You need to figure it out yourself. I have total faith in you.”

She huffed, sliding from him. “Fine. I’ll see you tomorrow?”

He barely managed to hold back his relief at those words. “Are you going to the movies with mama?”

“Yeah. There’s some superhero movie playing. You know, you’d think she’d be tired of the whole superhero thing, but she loves it.”

“That’s your abuelita. She likes that stuff.”

“She likes to point out what’s wrong with how they do things, too.”

This time, the laugh that issued from his lips was genuine. “Yes, she does.”

Missy kissed his cheek with a bright smile, and, without even saying goodbye, skipped through the door of his office and disappeared into the hallway. He leaned back in his office chair, skimming his hands over his cheeks and the patchy beard growing there. He wondered how many people would notice if he didn’t go home that night. Or how many people would notice him not coming in in the morning. Aaron, maybe. Anita, definitely. He blew out a long breath, removing his glasses and pinching the bridge of his nose.

He’d take his chances.

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Thank you, @radiowallet for expressing interest in this little fic. Hopefully it'll live up to your expectation.

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newagesispage · 2 months

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MARCH 2024

THE RIB PAGE

It seems Disney has wedding dresses to celebrate your favorite evil Disney gal. Hey Pixie: It’s time to renew those vows!

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Every year about 7 people in this country get diagnosed with the plague. An Oregon resident has just been diagnosed.

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The Senate passed a $95.3 billion aid package for Ukraine, Israel and Taiwan. The house killed it. Proof positive that Trump and Mike Johnson etc do not want to fix this country at all. It is all about the power! * * Mitch McConnell has announced that he will step down in November.

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It looks like the 1% have moved on from space to the underground. Billionaires all over the globe are getting their underground bunkers ready! This is not new , but it seems to be in overdrive right now. The $ people are so important and I wonder what they’ll do when they find out that humans do not live forever.

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A very complete fossil of the Triassic’s Dinocephalosaurus Orientalis was discovered in South China. The beauty has 32 separate vertebrae to possibly look for food in crevices under water and was first discovered in 2003.

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Alabama says that embryos are children. Drop a test tube and it could be murder. So.. People don’t need IVF anymore??

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Barry Tubb has sued Paramount for their use of his image in Top Gun: Maverick

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There is trouble on the set of Sherri. Matt Uzzle, a top exec passed away amid a financial investigation into the show.

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The Odysseus landed on the moon and fell over.

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There was apparently a big cell phone outage and I didn’t even know it. Just one more plus to not having a cell phone.

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Molly Shannon is joining Only Murders in the Building.

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John Cleese and Eric Idle are sparring a bit on X. Eric seems disgruntled at Holly Gilliam who manages the Python biz now. The rest of the crew are good with her. Eric’s daughter Lily posted that she’s proud of her Dad for speaking out against bullies. Cleese has reported that he and Idle always hated each other.

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Everything comes back around. Abe Lincoln talked of how Stephen Douglas was, “warping the public mind.” That is the perfect way to describe Scary Clown 45.** Come to think of it, it feels a bit like 1865 what with all the hate being pushed in this country. With elections in like 80 countries this year, there could be big changes.

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Support the Max Gruber Foundation that is all about hazing in college.

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Bullfighting is back. UGH!

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Wendy Williams has been diagnosed with aphasia and Frontotemporal dementia.

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Abbott Elementary, Celebrity Family Feud, Jeopardy Masters and Dancing with the Stars have been renewed.

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The 2024 noms for the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame are out. This year there is Mary J. Blige, Cher, Mariah Carey, Dave Matthews Band, Eric B and Rakim, Foreigner, Peter Frampton, Jane’s Addiction, Lenny Kravitz, Kool and the Gang, Oasis, Sinead O’Connor, Ozzy Osbourne, Sade and A Tribe Called Quest. I mean, Geils? Zevon? C’mon stop it!

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Ozzy is threatening legal action against Ye for sampling ‘Iron Man’. Permission was refused since Ozzy said, “I want no association with this man. He was refused permission because he is an anti- semit and has caused untold heartache to many.” ** Ye also used a sample from Donna Summer’s I feel love. He didn’t have permission for this either. These men and their egos. Yikes!!

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A woman named Genesse Moreno opened fire on Lakewood church with an AR-15. She was killed.

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RFK Jr. Is pissing his own kin off again with his ad filled with old Kennedy pics.

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It’s the year of the Dragon!

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123.7 million people watched the Super Bowl. This beats the moon landing as the most watched program ever. ** Marshawn Lynch had fun after the game by walking up to 49er fans and giving them a “fuck you.”

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Watch for the new Doc, Kiss the Future.

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The RNC may be run by Michael Watley and Lara Trump. ** Political candidate Valentina Gomez took a flamethrower to books she didn’t like. ** Trump was booed at sneakercon as he was pushing his golden shoes. He wasn’t used to a crowd that does not adore him. He should get out of his comfort zone more often. ** We’re here to overthrow democracy.-Jack Posoblec, a speaker at CPAC.** Trump tried to negotiate one of his penalties in court.

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Days alert: Bring back Jen Lilley!!** Burnin’ down the Horton house?? NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO**First , a permanent move to Peacock then Jen then Arianna then burning the Horton house?? They are just blowing the whole thing up, aren’t they?? I know the people in charge at NBC don’t give a flying fuck about elderly people but I still hear the elderly complain about not being able to see Days on NBC anymore.

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For the second time, a memorial to the Pulse nightclub victims was defaced. A 19 year old did burnouts on the LGBTQ Pride crosswalk. Of course, the truck had a big American flag on it. Why is it this particular type of person feels the need to prove they are Americans all the time? A 22 year old genius did the same thing at an earlier date.

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NY Dem Tom Suozzi won the house seat to replace George Santos.

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Donald Glover has said that the script for the Community movie is finished.

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The Chiefs won the Superbowl. Usher was the halftime show and that stage sure was bouncing. A 30 second ad went for $7mil. The Super Bowl went into overtime for only the second time in history. The parade to celebrate was interrupted with a shooting and a fan was killed. ** Are men really breaking a lot of tv’s because of sports?

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Chris Coons tells us that the EU has approved a support package for Ukraine and wonders what the Hell we are doing in the U.S. Europe has already spent more on Ukraine than us. They are very concerned about Trump and his calling out NATO and discarding the hard worked for bill for aid.

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The Oglala Sioux tribe has banned SD Gov. Christi Noem from their reservation. She told the South Dakota state legislature that she wants to send more state resources to Texas. ** Calling the U.S. southern border in Texas an invasion by illegal immigrants and criminal groups to justify sending South Dakota’s National Guard troops there is a red herring that the Oglala Sioux tribe doesn’t support . They don’t need to be put in cages, separated from their children like during the Trump administration or be cut up by razor wire furnished by, of all places, South Dakota.”- Frank Star

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King Charles has been diagnosed with cancer.

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Abortion providers filed a lawsuit in 2019 against the law that prohibits Medicaid from being used to pay for abortions. And now: To treat a woman differently based on a characteristic unique to her sex is to treat her differently because of her sex which triggers the enforcement of our ERA. - Judge Donohue

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I’m beginning to think that all the hatred evangelicals have towards Taylor Swift is because everyone can see that she’s for more like Jesus than they are. - Chris Kratzer ** Taylor donated $50 mil to truckers, $50 mil to food banks and $20 mil to animals, not to mention that she gave $ to the victims family after the Chiefs parade.

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Tesla has recalled 2.2 million vehicles to fix a warning light.** The investigation into Tesla is becoming more aggressive as they look deeper into safety problems of crashes with auto pilot. ** According to the NY Times, terrorists may be paying for the blue check mark on twitter. (I refuse to call it X.) -Stephen King.... Stop deadnaming X. respect our transition. - Elon Musk... Why? You never respected your daughter’s transition. -transgender atty. Alejandra Caraballo..(Musk’s child Vivian Wilson filed for a name change to reflect her gender identity).... twitter twitter twitter and so on. Fuck your need to put your personal brand on everything.- Stephen King.....The NY article went on that X may be violating U.S. sanctions because the company accepted payments from individuals or organization that are forbidden from engaging in business with U.S. companies like state-run media organizations and terrorists from Russia and Iran. ** Leaders of Hezbollah and the Houthi rebels have subscriptions with blue check marks.

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Tim Burton is to direct the remake of attack of the 50 ft. Woman. We need another one of those?

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The Grammys came and went. My best dressed were: Taylor Swift (winner! ) , Chrissy Tiegand, Janelle Monae, Coco Jones, Gina Alice Redlinger, Romy Madley Croft, Caroline Polachek, Vic Lentaigne and Dawn Richard was a tree! Miley looked like Cher and Madonna put together. ** Killer Mike was arrested at the show for misdemeanor battery, but soon released. He won 3 Grammys.** Someone else had to make a stink about Beyonce. Her husband called out the voters for not giving all the awards to his wife, I guess?? Jay-Z won the global impact award. Why do all these people feel the need to talk for her. She is a grown woman, I think she can speak for herself. Are we supposed to expect macho declarations at every award show now?? ** Miley yelled at the crowd to get more into her song. What?

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Look for Unfrosted: The Pop Tart Story with Jerry Seinfeld, Jim Gaffigan, Amy Schumer, Hugh Grant, Bill Burr, Daniel Levy, Jack McBrayer, Thomas Lennon, Bobby Moynihan and Fred Thomas. Did Jerry just call all the funny people he knew?

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Aneurin Barnard, Hayley Atwell and Jack Lowden will star in Rogue Trooper for Duncan Jones.

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The SAG awards were great with the fashion. My best were Emma Stone, Lily Gladstone, Da’Vine Joy Randolph,E lizabeth Debicki, Tony Shalhoub, Alex Borstein, Laverne Cox, Sheryl Lee Ralph, Kathryn Hahn, Emily Blunt, Jessica Chastain, Louisa Jacobson and Ali Wong and the dudes from Abbott who were amazing. Tan France had a horizontal tie that I couldn’t stop staring at. ** Jen Aniston presented Barbra Streisand the life achievement award. ** My favorite part was when Tantoo Cardinal was on stage. I adore her!!! ** Pedro got back at Kieran by winning. Succession came back for ensemble drama. The Bear still cleaned up as well as Lily Gladstone.

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Hooray for Shawn Fain leading the UAW. We need more workers rights and less billionaires. EAT THE RICH!!!!!.. Order this shirt to support the UAW.

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The Spirit awards were pretty much The Holdovers awards. There was a protestor outside the tent yelling, “Free Palestine” and “Ceasefire now “ all night.

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The monarch population is down 60%.

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It looks like the housewives are starting to sue Andy Cohen and Bravo. It was only a matter of time.

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Aaron Bushnell. A U.S. Air Force member set himself on fire at the Israeli embassy.

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Amy Poehler and Joe Biden helped Seth Meyers celebrate 10 years on the air.

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Richard Tornetta sued Elon Musk in 2018 and won when a judge voided the $56 billion pay package.** Bill Maher admitted he can’t help it, he likes Elon. It was too funny that he told jokes about multiple things but when he got to Elon, he said, “just kidding.” What?

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Larry David caused a stir when he when he grabbed Elmo on the Today show. He also insulted a drummer on Seth Meyers when he told him it was easy and he could do that. Just Larry being Larry.

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The enhanced games are games with steroids. Peter Thiel is shelling out big $. The things that rich boys find to do with their $ is fucking unbelievable. Their statement is: The athletes will be unencumbered by anachronistic legacy systems that are anti science and stigmatize enhanced athletes. Oh my. Sounds like some people don’t want to believe in themselves. Nothing but phonies. Wouldn’t it be nice if all that $ went to children and animals that really need the help?

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I was not raised with grown men who whine all the time. I will never understand these people who forever talk about the strength they get from God and then whine about everything in the world. Is God telling you this is the way to solve the problems? What about turn the other cheek? Forgiveness? These people are not like any conservatives or Christians that I knew. Gas prices and unemployment numbers keep dropping and wages are up. Quit bitching and let’s fix the other things that need fixing! ** I see a lot of the red hats that remind me of the brown shirts. Same gang??** A 3 judge panel said that there is no immunity for Trump. ** A judge ordered Trump to pay a $364 mil penalty. He is also barred from serving as an officer or director of any NY corporation for 3 years. ** A year long scheme to dupe banks and others with financial statements that inflated Trump’s wealth. It borders on pathological. - Judge Engoron ** Don Jr. And Eric were fined $4 mil each and are out of the NY biz for 2 years and no bank loans for 3 years. ** The hush money trill will start on March 25.

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Jacob Elordi got into an altercation with a radio producer.

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Carson Hocevar is driving # 77 in the Cup Race this year!! And.. Go Bell!!!

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Tyne Daly was hospitalized and had to drop out of Doubt: A Parable on Broadway. Amy Ryan is taking over.

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The BAFTA’s were held and Oppenheimer won big as well as Poor Things and Da’vine Joy Randolph. My best dressed were Sophie Ellis Bextor, Daisy Edgar- Jones, Claire Foy and Emma Corrin.

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George Santos has sued Jimmy Kimmel. I wondered how he was getting away with airing his cameos but I assumed contracts had been signed. No. Kimmel and his staff used fake names to order cameos then put them o the show. And why would you want to give Santos the $? Didn’t he grift enough?

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New Hampshire’s Chris Sununu is so dismissive of others. He tells us that Trump has done this awful thing and that but I would vote for him. It seems this is a mantra for them. What dicks! ** Lindsey Graham called Zuckerberg and other big tech guys, “bastards.” Others said that after they grilled these guys, the Senators probably patted themselves on the back and went right out and used social media. ** Alex Smirnov, an FBI informant, has been charged with fabricating a multi million $ bribery scheme. Jamie Raskin has called for an end to the impeachment inquiry since Smirnov started all this. His story about the “Biden crime family” and the Ukranian energy company was all Russian BS. Jim Jordan does not care and keeps pushing. Putin must be so happy that he has these operatives in our Government. ** Russia has been hit with 500 new sanctions.

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Early spring??

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Lauren Boebert’s son, Tyler has been arrested. There are 22 counts including theft and trespassing with multiple victims.

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We are seeing the SNL 1975 cast come together. Cory Michael Smith is Chevy, Matt Wood is Belushi, Ella Hunt is Gilda, Dylan O’Brien is Akroyd, Lamorne Morris is Garrett (that is perfect), Kim Matula is Jane and Emily Fairn is Laraine. ** Is it me or does this cold foam ad seem like a fake SNL ad?

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Sam Waterston is leaving Law and Order at the end of February and Tony Goldwyn is taking over.

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For the first time in the republican campaign, Nikki Haley has outraised Trump. A big portion of Trump’s small donors have gone away.

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DeSantis and company spent over $168 mil on his campaign. ** Could he be Trump’s VP pick?? He is throwing that name around, along with Tim Scott and a few others. ** The difference between humans and animals is animals would never let the dumbest animal lead the pack. ** DHS Secretary Mayorkas was impeached for no reason.* * Trump is always talking about water. That seems like a dementia thing. ** An Illinois judge barred Trump from the Republican primary ballot. Just waiting on the Supreme Court.

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So.. The Michigan chair of the RNC refuses to accept the results of her RNC election and Trump wants her out. Will republicans ever again accept results when they lose?

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Word came down that Wendy’s was spending $20 mil to add fluctuating price boards. The goal seemed to be jacking up prices during peak hours. Burger King decided they would use that and give away free whoppers for 3 days. Of course, you have to make a purchase and have an app. So.. A lot of people are left out of that “free whopper.” Wendy’s has since said that they were not using the boards that way. They may use them to give discounts at slow times and they swear they did not use the phrase, “surge pricing.”

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Karl Jordan Jr. and Ron Washington were found guilty of killing Jam Master Jay after being cut out of a drug deal.

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El Chapos grandaughter is looking for the Loch Ness Monster.

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The Geico ad that skewers conspiracies is cute. Insurance company commercials usually suck.

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A new book about first ladies tells us Melania was much detached from first lady business. A lot of her time was spent with lawyers and finance people. All tvs were tuned to Fox in the White House.

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The Supreme Court is looking into Bump stocks and Presidential immunity. They will stay paused until April 22.

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Oprah is leaving Weight Watchers since she admits she is using drugs to lose weight.

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We now produce more oil that Saudi Arabia.

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We have sent air strikes to Syria and Iraq after 3 U.S. military deaths.

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Brian Wilson’s family is looking into conservatorship due to a neurocognitive disorder.

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Sexual assault news: Kolchiro Ito was arrested on child porn charges. ** Sean Combs has a fifth accuser, Rod Jones.

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Bob Odenkirk will star in Normal.

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Beyonce is the first black woman to have a #1 country hit with Texas hold ‘em.!!!

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A shipwreck showed up on the shore of Newfoundland. Work was proceeding quickly before the waves take it back.

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R.I.P. Isabelle Thomas, Adele Springsteen, Henry Fambrough, Carl Weathers, Elmore Nickleberry, Wayne Kramer, Don Murray, Chita Rivera, Aston Barrett, Hage Geingob, Hinton Battle, N. Scott Momaday, Pamela Salem, Flaco, Claude Montana, Randy Sparks, Joe Louis Dudley, Dan Wilcox, Chris Gauthier, Jackie Loughery, Lynda Gravatt, Mickey Gilbert, Cecilia Gentili, Kelvin Kiptum, Alexei Navalny, Bob Edwards, William Post, Steven Ostrow, Ben Lanzarone, Alice Mackler, Tony Ganios, Ewen Macintosh, Charles Dierkop, Eddie Driscoll. Anne Whitfield, Toby Keith, Richrd Lewis and Denise I. McCabe.

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olruggioofthetorch · 2 years

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I have 3 adult clerics, Mirror (warforged), Feldspar (tiefling/tabaxi) and Sparrow (human). The difference between them is that Mirror's cleric work is precise and looks precise, Sparrow's looks slapdash but is incredibly precise and Feldspar's looks slapdash and is slapdash.

#gwen txt #Spar Moreno #Sparrow Sharp #Mirror 98454448 #My boys... My clerical boys....

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momolady · 3 years

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Moreno the Orc: Part One

Childhood rivals reconnect after one has been away for years.

female Reader x Male Monster (both cis)

You were abandoned as a newborn, and found crying in the bushes by a hunting dog who took you to his master. The hunter Andre was out with his son, Moreno, and the two of them took care of you until they could return home. They took you to Baia, who had just lost her son, and Baia says that though you came from a stranger, she knew right away that you were hers and she was meant to be your mother. Though you were human and she was an orc, all that mattered was the love.

Your father was a woodworker and furniture maker, while your mother brewed fine ales and lagers. They were highly respected in the community, and you learned from both of them, but your father’s main pupil was Moreno, who had taken part in rescuing you as a baby. While you learned from your father as well, it was more important to learn your mother’s craft. Her family had been brewing beers for generations, and had cultivated a dark ale known throughout the village of Rivaden as the Final Feast. She only made it for the winter festival, but it was so highly sought that she sold copious barrels of it.

Moreno was often in the house, and you resented him as a rival for your father’s affection. Since Baia and Rueben had no sons, Moreno was doted on by your parents. As you grew up you would admit that your jealousy was petty, but your rivalry with Moreno started from a very early age.

It was hard to admit that he was extremely gifted at woodworking. Your father made beautiful pieces of furniture, but Moreno made art. He was able to craft pieces that made their way into the homes of royals. The royal family in Charbagne had them build every piece of furniture for their child’s nursery and he was still just a young boy. The fact that he was outshining your father made you even more leery of him.

Moreno didn’t do much to soothe the tension between you, either. He enjoyed teasing and scaring you at every possible moment. He knew you didn’t like frogs or slimy things, so he often carved frogs and left them around to scare you. He would tell you scary stories when you were in the workshop with your father. He wasn’t above calling you names or picking on your appearance, either. “Look at those golden curls. It’s as if you’re asking to get eaten by bears!” Moreno loved to poke fun at your hair. There were legends that bears, having once been human men who gave into their wild sides, had a predilection for blonde hair.

“Shut up!” you would snap at him. “That’s isn’t true!”

“You never hear tales of orcs getting eaten by bears do you? None of us are blonde save for those in the Polar. You only hear stories of young girls getting eaten.” Moreno continued to torment you until your father would scold him.

Even as young adults this continued, but you got better at countering Moreno. You verbally sparred until someone had to intervene, usually one of your sisters. They learned early to keep the two of you apart.

Then one day, Moreno was hired by the Charbagne royal family to be their household craftsman. He was still young, barely eighteen, and it was an extremely high honor. At first, Moreno was afraid to take it, but your father convinced him that he was ready and had been for some time. Moreno decided to go, and Rivaden arranged to throw a party in his honor.

Though celebrations were going on and you thought you would be relieved to have him gone, you were shocked to find yourself saddened. The two of you had been mortal enemies since you could walk. But during the party, you sneaked away into the workshop, where it was quiet. You thought you would be alone, but you found Moreno in there, sitting in his old spot.

“Why aren’t you at the party?” you asked him quietly.

He didn’t look up from the tabletop. “Why aren’t you?”

“It’s not my party.” You took a seat at your father’s workstation, smoothing your hand across the top to feel the nicks and dents from years of hard work.

“I’m surprised you’re not celebrating,” Moreno glowered.

You noticed he was working on something, chisling a small piece of wood in his hand. “I don’t feel like it.”

Moreno chuckled under his breath. He kept his head shaved then, probably to try and look like your father. He had a few piercings in his ears, a couple tipped with pieces of wood made from the scraps of his favorite projects, each polished to a sheen so they almost looked like gemstones. “You’re going to have it too easy around here. Without me you may even get a worse attitude,” he said with a smirk.

“I’m worried what’s going to happen to you in Charbagne,” you sniffed. “Master craftsman of the royal family. You’re going to get a big head, and it never was a dainty ornament.”

His grin grew. “You’ll worry about me?”

You gave him an exasperated grimace. “What is there to worry about?”

He laughed and lay what he was carving down on the counter. “Promise me not to confront any bears while I’m away.”

“Of course not. You’d like that too much,” you sniffed.

He sighed heavily. “Do you think I deserve this?”

That was strange. You never expected him to ask you that. “What do you mean?”

Moreno looked into your eyes. His eyes were usually so dark, but here in the woodshop that had a slight golden gleam. “You’ll answer me straight, won’t you? Do you think I deserve this job?”

“Well…” You couldn’t decide what to say. “I think you deserve a job. You’re not bad at it or anything.” You screwed your mouth into a tight line. “Why does it matter? You have it! Take the hint.”

Moreno sighed again, rubbing his face between his large palms. “Rueben never even got a job like this. He’s worked all this life…”

“Stop comparing yourself to my dad!” you snapped at him. “You’re not him. You’re different from him. He chose where he’s at, that doesn’t mean you have to too. You want to honor my dad then you go and work for that royal family. He taught you. That’s his honor!”

His eyes narrowed and his brow pinched. “Are you actually saying something nice?”

“Because you’re pissing me off! Whining about deserving it and worrying you’re hurting feelings,” you mock-whined. “Get over it! They asked for you, my father taught you, that’s what he does! He’s proud of you, you fucking moron! Go away and make him proud!”

Moreno started laughing. It was a soft chuckle at first, and then he threw his head back as it became a guffaw. “You’re right!” he chortled. “You’re absolutely right.”

“Of course I am. I always am.” You looked at him and that sadness settled over your heart again. “You’ll do adequately.”

The smile on Moreno’s face became gentle. “With any luck, I will. Thanks, Goldie.”

You smiled back. “Sure.”

He left in the morning, and without him there was an emptiness in not just your home, but Rivaden as well. Nothing felt complete without him there, and even now, ages later, you sometimes miss your barbs and battles.

Between his departure and tenure at Charbagne, you and your sisters opened up a brewery of your own, making your family’s long-held recipes and hosting patrons every night, serving them drinks and finger foods. You call the place ‘The Bear’s Pot’, just to mock what had been slung at you all your life. It’s become a popular spot, earning your family quite a bit of money. This comes in handy when your dad gets sick and can’t work anymore. The extra coin helped to keep your dad as healthy as possible while still keeping a roof over your heads.

Everything is working out fine. You and your sisters work, your mother looks after children in Rivaden, and your father tries to regain his former strength, although he still needs a wheelchair to get around most days. Things are peaceful until one day, your father makes an announcement.

“Moreno is coming home,” he says over dinner. You nearly drop your plate as you’re carrying it back to the table.

“When did you hear this?” your mother asks.

“We’ve been writing to each other since I got sick. I was worried I wouldn’t get a chance to say farewell to him, so I wrote while I could.” You dad looks thoughtfully at the window. “He said he was leaving the position to a student of his, and he’s been wanting to return home to Rivaden for some time.”

You sit down at the table and scratch at your chin. “When is he expected?”

Your father scratches his chin as well. “I’m not sure. I just got the letter this morning. He shouldn’t be too far behind it.”

“But why is he coming back?” You have to laugh. “Why leave such a remarkable position?”

Your father shrugs. “He didn’t say. All that he said was that he was returning home.”

Your mother sighs and looks over at you. “It’ll be good to see him. He was such a young thing when he left. How long has it been now?”

“Ten years,” you answer quietly.

Your mother shakes her head. “My gods, where has the time gone?”

“You must be excited,” your youngest sister Luz teases.

You scowl at her. “What makes you say that?”

“Had Moreno stayed, you two probably would have been married by now,” Erea, your middle sister, says confidently. “You two were one year away from sneaking off into Mr. Rodela’s barn to…”

You snack her knuckles with your spoon. “Hold your tongue! Moreno and I despised each other.”

“You two were made for each other!” Luz scoffs.

“The stories you two come up with. You’ve turned my stomach at the very notion!” You stand up and leave while they giggle behind you. You go outside, taking in a deep breath of the cool air. “The very idea,” you grumble under your breath. “Made for each other! Bah. Made to kill one another.” You head into the bar and clean, despite the fact that the place is spotless. You wipe the bar, clean glasses, anything to keep yourself preoccupied.

As you’re doing this unnecessary work, the door opens and a customer walks in. You don’t stop to look up. “Sorry, mate, we’re not open quite yet.”

“Look,” he grunts, “I’ve been traveling all through the night just to make it here while it’s still daylight. I’m exhausted and I’m thirsty, all I am asking for is for one drink.”

You sigh and give in. What else are you supposed to do? “What would you like?”

“Anything at this point. Just give me your favorite.”

You look at the customer, and find he’s an orc with very long, dark hair. “You got it.” You take a glass and fill it with a pale ale of your own making, which you named the Goldie Locks. “Where have you come from then?” You hand him the glass.

He takes up the glass and sniffs it before sipping. “Charbagne.”

Your brow knits. “Why have you come from there?”

He sets down the glass and chuckles. “Because it’s not home.” He looks up at you, dark brown eyes with gleams of gold in them. Ten years have passed, and he looks more manly, less boyish. He’s hairy now, rather than the bald thing who left.

“Fucking hell,” you say under your breath. A smile perks the corners of your lips. “Moreno, as I live and breathe.”

“Glad to see you are,” he chuckles. “I was worried a bear had gotten hold of you.”

“Dad only just told us you were coming home. How’d you get here so fast?” you ask, still stunned by his presence.

“I left not long after I sent the letter,” Moreno replies. “I couldn’t wait, so I ended up traveling most of last night to get here earlier. You look good, Goldie.”

You smile honestly. “You, too.” You laugh. “Sorry, I’m just in disbelief! Look at you! You were as bald as an egg when you left.”

Moreno runs his thick, rough fingers through his hair. “Grew it out a little,” he laughs.

“It suits you better.”

He smiles. “So you own this place?”

“Erea, Luz, and I do,” you say with a nod. “Which came in handy when dad got sick.”

A serious look crosses Moreno’s face. “How’s he doing?”

You shrug. “Still a little weak, but he’s alive, thank goodness. Is that why you left Charbagne?”

Moreno drinks his ale. “Not exactly. I’ve been wanting to come home.”

All these years, and he still has that whiny attitude he did when he left. It still pisses you off, too. “And what are you going to do here? Make rocking chairs for little old ladies? I bet you were doing works of art up in Charbagne! Why leave that behind?”

Moreno sets down his empty glass. “Maybe I want to make rocking chairs. Ever think of that? Maybe I want to teach like your father did. Make rocking chairs and cribs for the people I care about. Teach some young asshole how to craft them, too.”

You’ve been chewing guiltily on your bottom lip. “So you admit you were an asshole?”

Moreno grins. “Maybe I missed this too.”

“Now, that's sad,” you chuckle.

“Maybe so.’ He taps his finger against the side of the glass. “But this is sadder. Fill me back up, won’t you, Goldie?”

You roll your eyes and top off his glass. “You like it?”

He takes his glass and sniffs again. “Is it your brew?”

“Yeah, it’s called the Goldie Locks.” You smile down at him as he drinks. “Still like it?”

Moreno breathes as he sets the glass aside. “Call me a bear, because it’s my favorite now.”

Not long after his return, Morneo takes over your father’s shop, and even takes the empty apartment over it as lodgings. The emptiness you felt when he left has filled back up. Having him home makes Rivaden feel like it used to. You visit his shop in the mornings, right as he’s coming down from his apartment. He doesn’t have a kitchen or a way to make food yet, so you bring him leftover breads and pasties from the brewery. And since it’s your father’s shop, you have a key to let yourself in anytime you like.

“I never expected it to be you who would be bringing me food,” Moreno says one morning.

“Why? Because we were both asshole children? Please. I grew up. You filled out,” you say teasingly.

Moreno laughs, taking the food you’ve offered. “Speaking of filled out…”

“You keep your mouth shut, Moreno, or I’ll slap it.” You look over his workstation, and see he’s begun making a chair. But there’s also a collection of carved rings laid across the counter. “Already hard at work on those rocking chairs?”

“They’ll sell quickly, and I’ll be able to buy supplies the shop needs.” He comes over, scooping the rings out of sight.

“I can loan you the money. The brewery makes me more than I need.”

Moreno slips on a tunic and pulls his long hair out from under the collar. “Then why loan it? Why not just give it to me?”

“Because I’m not a fool.”

“Then I’ll earn it by making the chairs. There’s no need for me to rush here.” He bites into a meat pasty and sighs with relief.

“What was it like in Charbagne?” you ask. “Did you like working there?”

He chews and shrugs. “It was a lot of detailed and difficult work, mostly, a lot of big and ornate things. It was a learning curve for me. I was used to what your father and I made, not to the grand scale of royalty. It was hard to make the bigger things. It’s easier to make a rocking chair beautiful with simple carvings.”

“Are you confessing to me you weren’t any good?” you say snidely.

Moreno grins. “No. I’m saying my perfectionism drove me crazy.”

“Do we need to worry here?” you ask, turning around to face him. “You’re not going to snap and start destroying tables with an axe during the night, are you?”

He smiles down at you. “Not unless some golden-headed little pain in the ass keeps taunting me about it. I’m just happy to sit here and make my rocking chairs.”

Your heart skips a beat, and that terrifies you. “I’m surprised you didn’t come back with a wife and an armload of fat children.” You quickly turn away from him. “Or are they not too far behind?”

Moreno laughs. “No. I certainly had the opportunity, but it never worked out.”

You look back at him, your heart working correctly again. “Did you leave a string of broken hearts?”

“Just mine,” he sighs. “Nothing worth getting into.”

“Sorry to hear that.” You aren’t. You’re actually relieved to hear he isn’t attached. That frightens you as much as the skip of your heart.

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taekwondolifemagazine · 5 months

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John Woo's Violent, Silent Night is a Bold Experiment That Works

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holobandit · 2 years

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Tattoo Headcannon for the Pedro Pascal’s Characters!! (@kenobiwanx did a great tattoo Jack Daniels/Agent Whiskey art and that’s what made me make this little headcanon list)

Agent Whiskey would def have a kiss mark right on his ass so he could make “kiss my ass” jokes, and the phrase “save a horse, ride a cowboy” probably right above his crotch

Din Djarin would have a lot of tattoos. They would each have a meaning. Some relating to his Clan, others he would get after a meaningful battle/Spar.

Marcus Moreno would def have a tattoo for his late wife. Probably her favorite flower.

Javier Peña would probably have to be dragged into a tattoo studio, but he would definitely get some flash art.

Max Lord has the birthstone of his son tattooed on his inner thigh.

Ezra would use his scars on his nub to make a floral design that crawls up his should and to his back.

Frankie would have a little tattoo of a helicopter on his leg. It would be simplified too.

Max Philips definitely has a tattoo of a sexy vampire lady or some pin up of a lady.

Oberyn would have a intricate design relating to Dorne on his back. It would perfectly flow on his back.

Pero Tovar would have tattoos showing his travels.

Dave York probably just has one really faded one from when he was in special ops.

Joel has a lot of flash art tattoos. He just really likes the art style.

Javi Gutierrez would definitely have something film related going up his leg.

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rainy-autumn-day · 4 years

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10 Books to read this Autumn & Halloween🍁🍂🍁

1. Dracula by Bram Stoker

This start of beautiful season off with something classic and a little scary.

The name of Dracula brings to mind visions of vampires, stakes, garlic, and crucifixes. Yet, when you read the novel, it becomes self-evident how twisted modern vampire fiction now is. The vampires in this classic story are not meant to inhabit the roles of heroes. Instead you go back a few hundred years when men and women believed truly that the vampire was a real immortal, cursed to quench his undying thirst with a living mortal’s blood. The very idea of a blood drinker should, therefore, inspire the image of a villain and that is what the titular character of this novel is. A villan you can’t help but keep reading about.

2. And Then There Were None by Agatha Christie

Another story that is perfect if you want something that will keep you up at night like it did for me when I read it last year.

There is scarcely any comfort to be found in this book, only an ancient, arcane horror. Ten people receive a mystery letter from someone they don't know that indicates they should come to a remote island. Why would they go????? After arriving, they try to figure out the connection between all of them while waiting for their mysterious host. After coming across a cute little poem about how ten little indians die, they decide they will wait it out until the next morning when the ferry comes back to take them home. But it will never come! Each guest suddenly dies matching the line from a poem. It really keeps you on the edge of your seat.

3. THE BONE WITCH BY RIN CHUPECO

A story about a young witch just fits so well with this season, but this story is not about a teenage witch =just flying around on a broom. No it’s far darker than that. When Tea accidentally resurrects her brother from the dead, she learns she is different from the other witches in her family. Her gift for necromancy means that she’s a bone witch, a title that makes her feared and ostracized by her community. But Tea finds solace and guidance with an older, wiser bone witch, who takes Tea and her brother to another land for training.In her new home, Tea puts all her energy into becoming an asha—one who can wield elemental magic. But dark forces are approaching quickly, and in the face of danger, Tea will have to overcome her obstacles…and make a powerful choice.

4. Night Film by Marisha Pessl

This story opens in October on a cool evening with a blood chilling scene, it’s really everything you could hope for on a autumn night.

Night Film opens on a cold, cursed October evening, when Ashley Cordova, a young women full of potential, is found dead in a warehouse. Police rule her death a suicide, but investigative journalist Scott McGrath isn't so sure. From that inception point, Scott McGrath enters the strange circumstances surrounding Ashley's life and death, and comes face-to-face with the legacy of her father: the legendary, reclusive cult-horror film director Stanislaus Cordova--a man who hasn't been seen in public for more than thirty years. For McGrath, another death connected to this seemingly cursed family dynasty seems more than just a coincidence. Though much has been written about Cordova's dark and unsettling films, very little is known about the man himself. Driven by revenge, curiosity, and a need for the truth, McGrath, with the aid of two strangers, is drawn deeper and deeper into Cordova's eerie, hypnotic world. The last time he got close to exposing the director, McGrath lost his marriage and his career. This time he might lose even more.

5. Autumn by Ali Smith

Ali Smith's lauded Seasonal quartet, a series of four novels rooted in a different time of year, kicks off with Autumn there we watch as love is won, love is lost. Hope is hand in hand with hopelessness. The seasons roll round, as they always do.

6. Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen

I can’t tell you how many times i have read this beaful story in my life buti wants have it one my list to read at last once a year and i find it fits so well in to the amazing season that is autumn with The romantic clash between the opinionated Elizabeth and her proud beau, Mr. Darcy, is a splendid performance of civilized sparring

7.I Know Who You Are by Alice Feeney

This story is haunting and it will stay with you after you read it.

It's dark, twisted and unpredictable until the very last chapter keeping me on the edge of my seat from the very beginning. You are met with the unknown as you meet Aimee Sinclair, an actress who after coming home, she realizes her husband is missing and after that you are sent on a wild ride to find him.

8.Little Women by Louisa May Alcott

Another classic. I have always found that that reading about a world now gone is so very perfect for autumn, as we watch the leaves we had watch grow turn colors and fly away from us.

Little Women is a beauty told story with each of the sisters seeks out a different form of happiness: Meg wants to marry, Jo wants to be a writer, Beth wants to care for her family, and Amy craves material success. We get to live their world as we following the lives and loves of the four March sisters and their mother as they mature from youth through adolescence and adulthood.

9.Mexican Gothic by Silvia Moreno-Garcia

If you love gothic horror, this one is for you. It has the same feeling as Jane Eyre but way creepier and set in 1950’s Mexico.

The atmosphere is perfect for the season, a debutante heads to a creepy countryside house, after receiving an ominous letter from her newlywed cousin, and finds the dark secrets that lie within the house and its occupants.

10.The Sun Down Motel by Simone St. James

A suspenseful and eerie mystery told via dual timelines all surrounding a rundown roadside motel and the secrets lurking that captivated a woman so much that she went missing in the 1980’s and now have caught the attention of her niece 35 years later. If you love a good mystery mixed with timeline jumping this a perfect one for you.

Bonus

11.The Year of the Witching by Alexis Henderson

Handmaid’s Tale meets Salem: Born of rebellious feminist resistance by a girl who is branded as cursed because of her mother’s sins and facing the dark powers to make definite and concrete changes at the dystopian, puritanical, secluded society consisted of hypocrisy, ignorance, illogical and unfair laws.

This is another terrifying, fist clenching, soul shivering, mind crushing, heart pounding, forehead sweating, edgy, spooky, bleak, dark journey take you to the dark woods to face the four witches are ready to haunt you in your dreams and place a quite irritating thoughts inside your brains.

#reading #read #Halloween #autumn #books

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criticallyacclaimedstranger · 2 years

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Fic: The Instructor chapter 6, Crossed Blades

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Rating: Explicit

Fandom: We Can Be Heroes

Relationship: Marcus Moreno/Original Female Character (Kate)

Chapter summary: Marcus wants to resume his sword practice and to her chagrin, Kate falls for his moves.

Chapter tags: Definitely eye fucking, sparring, sexual tension, swordfighting, language.

A/N: This story has been on ice for a while but here we are again! Thank you for your patience, I hope you like this, even if it feels a little like a filler chapter.

Seeing Marcus at work became really awkward after that sex dream. It didn’t help that it wasn’t the only one. It was the start of a nightly wet dream marathon about Marcus manhandling her into orgasm after orgasm. Kate would wake up in the dead of night, panting and sweaty, her core throbbing with a desperate yearning to be filled up. The shame was greater than her arousal, and her early morning runs turned into midnight runs, because running was the only way for her to get away from the memory of his hands on her skin.

It was sick. It threw her off course completely, and she fought to act normal around him whenever he made an appointment. Thankfully, Marcus didn’t do that too often. It was hard enough as it was without Kate having to touch him to help him out with alignments.

During one of their few sessions together, however, Marcus remarks that she looks tired.

“Still not rid of that flu you had?”

“I’m fine, Marcus. Focus on the exercise.”

Her gym, her rules, he knows that, and doesn’t bring it up again. But when they’re finishing up, he tells her that he’d like to take up sword practice again.

“Sure,” Kate says easily. “Same time next week?”

“That would be perfect, thank you.”

Sword practice. Kate’s slightly rusty with a blade herself, so extra hours are needed to catch up. She unlocks the tablet and checks her schedule, puts in her planned overtime. Her upcoming week is booked full, which she counts as a blessing. It’ll keep her occupied and hopefully tired enough to sleep without dreams.

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“I brought my own swords, but I guess you want me to start with padded ones?”

Marcus is walking up to her with a sheathed blade in each hand. There’s something different about him today: his back is straighter, his shoulders more squared. Kate has seen it before: there’s something about carrying a weapon that does something to the body. Makes it grow tall and confident. Brings a certain kind of awareness to movements, especially if the weapon is large or very pointy.

Kate has always been fascinated by how a person can become one with a weapon, ever since that day when she was five years old and saw a kung-fu master train with a pair of nunchucks. The chains sang in rhythm with his breath as his body moved in an exact choreography, older than time itself it seemed. The wooden sticks of the nunchucks whirled around him, and he made it look so simple, so graceful. Kate was a child and did not see the lethality of the weapons: all she saw was a man dancing with sticks on chains. And she wanted to do the same.

That first impression has not changed much: Kate still admires the dance, but today she understands the control, the dedication, the time required for it to come together. The admiration is even deeper because of her knowledge of what it takes. And she can’t wait to see Marcus perform that dance.

She now extends her hand towards him. “Let me see.” He hands over one of his blades, and she weighs it in her hand before pulling it out of the scabbard. There is a faint hiss as the metal slides out, and she inspects its sharpness, finding it to be deadly.

She swings the sword a couple of times, feeling the balance, before sheathing it again and handing it back to Marcus.

“Not as heavy as I expected. If you want to, you can warm up with them.”

“Afraid I’ll overdo it?” Marcus grins at her. Kate doesn’t bat an eye.

“When was the last time you trained with them?”

“Touché.”

“Now focus.”

Kate retreats out of his way and watches him warm up, giving him pointers when necessary.

“Don’t raise your shoulder. You’re gripping the sword too tightly with your right hand. Tuck in your tummy, hips forward.”

He accepts her corrections without complaints or irritated looks, and that makes her job a lot easier. She watches him intently, and without noticing it, she starts to note not only the technique, but also the way he frowns, just a little, when he swirls one sword in his hand. His lips form the hint of a pout right before he pivots, and his eyes narrow in silent protest against a move which clearly wasn’t as easy to perform as it used to be. His biceps swell as his arms move the deadly blades around him, and when he moves into a crouch, her gaze lingers on his thighs a little too long.

He's good, despite his retirement. He’s really good. His sword technique is on point, he truly is one with the blades, but the rest of the movements are a little rusty. No, not rusty, but off.

Kate frowns as she tries to ignore his ass and instead redirect her focus to his flow. What is it that disturbs her so? She walks around him, assessing every move as she tries to spot what it is that disturbs her so.

Marcus pirouettes and leaps into the air, the swords extensions of his arms, and his feet barely touch the mat before he rolls forward and comes to a stop, one knee on the floor, the other knee bent, arms out and swords pointing in opposite directions. He’s panting, and she can tell from the way he’s tightening his shoulder he hurt his back doing the roll.

“You’re holding back,” she tells him, having figured out what’s wrong. “You work the swords like you never took a break from them, but the rest of your body moves like you’re afraid of getting hurt, or hurting someone else.”

Marcus stands up, swinging the blades around so they’re pointing down, and wipes his forehead on the back of one hand. “Yeah, well, maybe I am worried I’ll pull something.”

“And it’s going to hurt you for sure. How’s your back?” Kate points out dryly. Marcus grimaces as he puts the swords to the side, sheathing them.

“What does it look like? You were staring at my ass all the time.”

Kate purses her lips momentarily when she realizes that he noticed.

“Don’t flatter yourself,” she finally retorts. “I was checking on your form.”

“Whatever you say.”

“Trust yourself, or don’t attempt anything extra,” Kate tells him sternly. “You have an extraordinary confidence with the katanas, but the rest of you moves like an old man afraid to slip and fall.”

“I’m not going back to active duty,” he shrugs, “it doesn’t matter. I just want to stay fit.”

“You can stay fit without sword practice.”

“I like working with them.”

“And that’s perfectly fine and understandable,” Kate allows, leaning against the boxing ring. “But you have had those blades for so long they are part of you, your natural balance. You need to learn how to work without them. Or, if you prefer to use them, do it properly.”

Marcus stares at her, intelligent brown eyes attentive. She can see him putting the pieces together, weigh pros and cons, analyze risks. A true leader.

“Fine,” he says eventually. “What are you suggestions?”

Kate turns around and walks to the weapons wall, where she picks out two unsharpened training swords. Returning to Marcus, she hands one over to him.

“I’ll show you.”

They move to the sparring area, where the gym floor is covered with the same felt as in the boxing ring, and assume starting stances. Marcus’s eyes are piercing through her, but Kate is not intimidated. Eye contact is the first rule of sparring. If you look into your opponent’s eyes, you will know their move the very second they make it.

Marcus makes the first lunge, and she parries it easily, having seen it coming before he even made it. It’s a common first attack, and he leans forward a little too much.

“Pull back a little with your upper body,” she tells him, “you’re overreaching. Had this been for real, I’d have cut your arm off.”

Marcus lunges again, striking air.

“Too slow. You’re not even trying.”

“You want me to go harder?” he grins, and while Kate’s heart misses a beat at the double entendre, she manages to keep her face composed.

“Focus!”

Marcus rolls his shoulders back before charging again. This time, it’s not playful or held back, and as Kate parries his sword with hers, she pivots on one foot, ending up on his flank. His reflexes are quick and he parries her next blow to his side before dropping into a crouch and spinning around in a whirl kick along the floor. Kate nimbly jumps to avoid it and directs a kick of her own against him when in midair. He’s still crouching, and ducks to avoid her foot. She lands gracefully and retreats a couple of steps, allowing him to get up.

“Better,” she nods. “The drop was good. Rely on your lower body, not just the armed upper body.”

He rises gracefully, nods as he takes a deep breath to steady himself, and takes a stance again.

Sparring with Marcus, Kate finds, is fun. She has seen him train enough to know the basics of how he moves, but she has not done fight techniques with him before, so she needs to be extra alert. Her other clients do not surprise her anymore, she knows their individual techniques too intimately. Marcus challenges her, and that’s more exciting than she cares to admit.

The strikes he delivers grow quicker and harder, yet they are precise and deliberate. He gets in a few hits, stopping after the first to make sure she’s okay. Kate immediately has her blade by his throat.

“If you get attacked on the street, do you check if they’re okay after you kick their asses?” she asks rhetorically before releasing him and taking a step back.

“Point taken,” Marcus nods with a wry smile, and the sparring continues. Kate starts to break a sweat, and when getting up close to Marcus, she can smell the rich, salty perspiration on him as well. Something coils in the pit of her stomach, making her lose focus for a second, and Marcus immediately takes advantage of the situation, sweeping another low kick at her feet, effectively flooring her with a low thump against the felt. She’s up on one knee in a heartbeat, blocking another strike, her pulse roaring in her ears as she allows herself one second of chiding.

Don’t let him get to you!

His movements are graceful and it is easy for Kate to admit that he’s a much better swordsman than she is, but he is still predictable, and she uses that against him. When he attacks, she parries, foresees his countermove, and responds with an advanced attack that forces him back against the ropes of the boxing ring. To her annoyance, Marcus only smiles.

“Touched a nerve, didn’t I?”

“This is not a game.”

“It isn’t?”

Kate hates it when he teases her, because of the way his voice creeps up her spine and makes the hairs at the nape of her neck rise. Her skin suddenly feels hypersensitive, her clothes restrictive. The need for his fingers to follow in the wake of his voice up the bumpy path of her spine makes her mouth dry.

The heat of her sex dreams about him seeps into her already warm muscles, and she feels her face start to flush.

“Focus,” she barks, more to herself than to him. “Your time is almost up and you don’t want to waste it talking, do you?”

“Definitely not.” There it is again, that dark stare that makes her feel equal parts aroused and ill at ease; the latter because it’s eerie how can single look can throw her so completely. She’s a mouse hypnotized by a snake, and she is going to get eaten.

She wants to get eaten.

Marcus charges again, and Kate’s instincts from her competition days awaken. Not holding back, she matches his attack with renewed energy, forcing him back.

“Lighter on your feet,” she admonishes him when his retreats takes a second too long because of heavy heels. Marcus listens and adjusts, becoming a fraction quicker the next time she advances. They’re both breathing heavily, Kate with more control, Marcus clearly getting tired but still refusing to give in. She sees the determination in his eyes and reminds herself to be professional. The situation can escalate and become dangerous. She should step back.

And yet, she blocks another attack, counters it, and dances back, enjoying the physicality of the practice and the treat of watching Marcus sweat. When they come to another standstill, she glances at the clock on the wall, and lowers the sword.

“Time’s up, Marcus.” She can’t keep the disappointment from her voice.

He draws a deep breath, strong chest expanding, and Kate can see that his legs are trembling.

“You okay?”

“If you want to know whether or not I overstrained myself,” Marcus chuckles, “I’m a lot tougher than I look. I’m good.”

He looks poignantly at her. “Yourself?”

“Don’t you worry about me.”

“How was my… form?” he winks. Kate pretends not to know what he means.

“You still hold back a little. It’s like you’re hitting the breaks with your lower body, but the upper body wants to move. You noticed how much easier it was with an opponent?”

Marcus nods.

“Find that strength and confidence when working on your own, as well.”

She looks at him, the short dark hair plastered on his forehead, the golden skin glistening with sweat.

It’s not fair.

“Take a moment in the sauna,” she tells him shortly as she turns around and walks back to the weapons wall with her sword. “You’ll be sore tomorrow.”

Marcus follows her, and just as she’s put her katana back on the rack, he crowds her against it. She feels the heat of his body, the quick breaths against her neck, and then the katana lands on her ass in a surprisingly hard smack.

“There,” Marcus tells her in a low voice, “now we’re even.”

Kate turns around, staring at him in fury.

“What the fuck – “

“You think I didn’t notice you enjoying yourself?” he asks her, his voice perfectly calm. “I know exactly what losing control looks like, Kate.”

She swallows tightly, the stillness of his voice penetrating her muscles, forcing them to stay still, yet quivering with energy. Her sex is throbbing all of a sudden, and the crotch of her panties feels wet. The fine hairs on her arms rise.

“You have to make up your mind, Kate,” Marcus tells her, almost gently. “Either you give me another chance, or you don’t. But if you don’t want to go out with me, you also can’t eye fuck me in the gym.”

Gym works as a magic word, snapping her out of it. The gym, her domain. She squares her shoulders.

“How dare you,” she tells him coldly. “When you step into this gym, you submit to my rules.” She snatches the blade from his hand and holds it up. “And using these for anything but sparring is out of line.”

“My apologies,” Marcus nods his head and holds up his hands. “Just wanted to get your attention.”

“Get out.”

“What?”

“You heard me.” Kate raises her voice. “Get out, and don’t come back.”

Marcus arches a brow in question, but doesn’t protest. He turns around and saunters out with the confidence of a man who knows he has caught what he wanted.

Kate stares after him, her head roaring with conflict. She knows he was right all along, of course, but couldn’t own up to it. She lost control, was unprofessional, definitely checked out his ass, and is infinitely angry with herself for having been caught doing it.

“Fuck,” she mutters, as she puts back the katana. She draws a deep breath and shouts out: “FUCK!”

#my fic #we can be heroes #marcus moreno #marcus moreno fanfic #marcus moreno x ofc

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disgruntledspacedad · 3 years

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hello! dont know if youre taking requests currently but maybe a sweet lil hc about having a game night w/ each of pedros boys and what games they would want to play, if they're competitive, idk things like that! feel free to have fun w that idea tho :) also hope your having a good day <3

The Boys and Game Night

Javier Peña

Javi is fiercely competitive in all of his pursuits, but he really shines at bar games. Think darts, cards, and shooting pool. He will smirk and tease and talk a lot of smack, but for the most part, he plays fair. Just don’t expect him to take it easy on you.

Din Djarin

You might have to convince him a little, but once Din relaxes, he makes an excellent partner. Din Djarin is a quick learner, and he’s got an excellent mind for strategy and spatial awareness. He patiently teaches you Dejarik, and, once you’ve got the hang of things, he shows you no mercy. He might even chuckle a little when you groan in frustration at yet another defeat, and sometimes, you catch him fiddling with your rubik’s cube during those long hyperspace jumps.

Maxwell Lord

This motherfucker cheats badly at monopoly and blushes and blusters when you call him out on it. That’s really not a surprise. What’s more shocking is that Max Lord is the undisputed charades champion. When you tease him that he missed his calling in theatre, Max smirks, backs you into the wall, and kisses you silent.

Marcus Pike

Listen, you have not lived until you’ve played Twister with Marcus Pike, okay? It doesn’t even matter who wins - you both wind up in a tangled heap on the floor, red-faced and laughing.

Marc Moreno

Marc Moreno might look like an unassuming sweetheart, but he’s got the dirtiest mind of all of the boys, and a quick wit to match. He will absolutely annihilate you at Card Against Humanity. Seriously. Be careful with your drink, or you might just wind up spewing beer out your nose, and take it from me, that shit hurts.

Jack Daniels

Whiskey is a blast at a party, but never, ever invite him to poker night unless you want to lose all of your cash. Whiskey is the kind of asshole who is always making funny faces at his hand - so expressive that you lose your fucking focus, and so random that it’s impossible to know if he’s bluffing. He’s also pretty good at yard jenga, and not one bit shy about bragging on his rock-steady fingers.

Pero Tovar

Pero doesn't really have the patience for board games. Instead, he might challenge you to a spar, and if that’s off the table, a drinking game. Don’t be fooled, though; this Spaniard is competitive as fuck, and if you play your hand correctly, you can coerce him into just about any number of ‘compromising’ scenarios. He might just have fun, too.

Zach Wellison

Chess, clue, battleship, risk - Zach is the king of critical thinking. He will outsmart you every time, and he’s only mildly apologetic about it.

Ezra

An all around shoo-in as the winner of whatever game you’re playing, Ezra is the guy that you want at your back during game night. He’s got a brain packed full of random facts, the kind of asshole who always takes the pie at Trivial Pursuit. Ezra is also really good at word games like taboo, catch phrase, and scrabble.

Frankie Morales

Frankie is a soft boy at heart, the sort of sweetie that might subtly let you win until you call him on it. You don’t even realize it’s happening until you crash a boys’ night at Benny’s place. There, you discover a whole new side of Frankie Morales - the ruthless, level-headed strategist with a sharp mind and a eye for detail. You’re absolutely awestruck and a little turned on by this cut-throat, shit-talking Frankie, and when you get him home, you're quick to tell him so.

“Really, babe? No mercy?” he confirms, that lopsided dimple flashing gorgeously as he cracks a slow, knowing smile in your direction.

You swallow dryly, keenly aware of the predatory gleam in his eyes as the backs of your thighs brush the edge of your bed. “Absolutely none.”

Thank god my voice came out pretty level, is the last coherent thought you have before Frankie is all over you, hands and lips and tongue and teeth and hard warm body enveloping you in a mind-numbing flood of devastating sensation.

Fuck game night, am I right?

#Javier Peña #reader insert #din djarin #din djarin x reader #Javier Peña x reader #agent whiskey #jack daniels #jack daniels x reader #pero tovar #zach wellison #frankie morales x you #frankie morales x reader #why the fuck is it always Frankie for me???#seriously #it’s always Frankie guys

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An Ode To Marcus Moreno’s Arms

Pairing: Marcus Moreno x GN!Reader

Rating: Mature

Summary: You’re a training specialist in swordsmanship at Heroics Headquarters, so you see a lot of Marcus Moreno.

Tags: Reader has a vivid (sexual) imagination, but there’s only a few brief sections.

Word Count: 2,272

A/N: This started out as an ode to his arms, but his arms are connected to the rest of him, so. Alternative title: In Appreciation of Marcus Moreno

My assumption/headcanon of his powers are telekinesis, plus general exceptional physical prowess and weapons skills? Idk, we weren’t given much, but those feel like solid abilities for someone implied to be the super among super heroes. Idk what this is but I regret nothing.

More content/worldbuilding set in this universe 💗

Marcus Moreno’s arms were capable of many things.

You knew this because you saw them on an almost-daily basis. You were one of the training specialists at Heroics Headquarters, one of a large, ever-expanding staff of instructors who were experts in their respective fields of combat or weapons. Your job, essentially, was to be a superhero minus the powers- and use your abilities to keep the Heroics in top form.

Your expertise was swordsmanship, which meant you spent more time with Marcus than any of the other heroes. All of the physical trainers and specialists sparred with the Heroics in mock villain showdowns, but you also helped them hone specific skills. You were here because your skillset and abilities matched Marcus’s.

So you’ve had plenty of opportunity to behold his arms at work.

One would think that they’d be most enticing mid-action, but it was a cosmically ironic fact that there was never really a wrong moment to ogle. How that man could make merely unsheathing his swords so erotic was beyond you.

But by now you’d seen it from every angle. You were as familiar with Marcus’s technique as you were with your own, and knew well the cycle of muscle contractions which rippled up his whole body. It started with his legs: setting his stance, primed and poised on the balls of his feet. Then every muscle in his torso, his clinging t-shirts sliding over taut flesh as they rode up with the lifting of his arms- his arms. Biceps suddenly incredibly present and visibly straining past barely-existent sleeves, tendons flexing rigid and obvious, a tangle of pathways you wanted to map with your tongue.

This show was best when he had started his day with tactical theory sessions, because then his expressive face got involved. Oh yes, it wasn’t enough for him just to be built the way he was, his face had to go and be attractive as well.

Tedious strategy debates with Miracle Guy during these sessions never failed to get under his skin- you could always tell how much steam Marcus had to let off based on the clench of his jaw. Or the way he’d drag his bottom lip over his teeth, nostrils flaring in an almost-snarl. When that happened you knew he gripped the hilts of his swords a little tighter, because you’d see the ridges in his wrist dip and pull like piano strings perpendicular to the line of his gloves. The blades would sing little sharper on those days, his arms freeing them in a jerk rather than their usual smooth, deliberate slide.

It was amazing you ever made it beyond unsheathing your weapons.

But oh, were you glad you did, because watching Marcus Moreno fight was truly a treat. The control he had over his body was remarkable; even when his limbs flung and stretched, they were to ready to contract again at a second’s notice. “Fight” was really too limited of a term for it- Marcus manipulated his body in an incredible harmony of mind and muscle, using his weapons- including his telekinesis- as extensions of himself.

You wondered sometimes how fine his control over his telekinesis was- if he could use it on himself. If he did use it somehow to give his blows that devastating extra speed and strength.

It was easy to understand, after witnessing him, why battle is often described as a dance.

On particularly ruthless training days, his tan skin would gleam with sweat. It would bead and trickle along the pulsing veins in his arms, drawing your attention even more, and salacious scenes would flash behind your eyelids: those same glistening forearms visible in your peripherals as they box you against a wall, that same intent glitter in his dark eyes as they come closer and closer, breathless, his chest heaving into yours-

You never let on to any of this though. You were a master of the blade, and had trained too thoroughly to let the appearance of an opponent get to you. Besides that fact, you would never do anything to risk your place with the Heroics. Although you were an authority figure, they were still superheroes, and thus unlike anyone else you’d worked with- it made for a challenging, stimulating dynamic in which you were constantly both instructor and student.

Even outside of the training arena, Marcus’s arms were a sight.

Holding data pads or writing utensils as he led the Heroics in discussions of group tactics, deftly manipulating characters onscreen or scribbling things on a whiteboard. Sometimes he would go to these sessions straight from physical training, and the cooling sweat on his skin would raise goosebumps all along the smooth flesh.

You observed how gently his arms could move in yet other circumstances.

Training specialists often joined in when the Heroics were given new gadgets to play with. And although these days tended to be slower, they still made you sweat. Watching the caution with which Marcus handled the gear at first, the slow care he reserved for things with which he was still becoming familiar. The precision and that control he always kept- even when his frustration slipped out in the form of snarky remarks, he was always conscious of his movements. As he gained confidence, the surety would return to his motions, his shoulders squaring in quiet triumph- his broad, broad shoulders, which you had imagined far too many times propping up your thighs while his hands and mouth were otherwise engaged between them.

You wondered if Marcus would treat your body like something new he had to master. If his hands would probe and caress with the same thoroughness. If the same wicked delight would steal over his features as he learned how best to coax you toward his desired goals; if his fascinated smirk would change after the thousandth time he had taken you apart.

It didn’t help that these sessions highlighted that he was a kind, competent teacher. His teammates exasperated him sometimes, but Marcus was the first to step in when one of them was struggling. A light touch to rearrange their stance, an encouraging word or smile. If you hadn’t personally felt the power thrumming under his skin, you would have never guessed that such a soft man was capable of his immense abilities.

Occasionally you had to remind yourself not to get all dopey-eyed when he was instructing the kids. If you thought he was patient with the adult Heroics, it was nothing compared to how he interacted with their younger counterparts. Equally firm and joking in turn, he taught them every trick he knew while desperately hoping they would never have to use the knowledge.

Some days were easier for him than others- the times they practiced with weapons could have unexpectedly diverting consequences. Marcus let Guppy hold his katanas, once- she was fully capable with her shark strength, but the vision of the diminutive girl brandishing swords that were taller than she was, her face aglow with a ferocious grin, had all the others in fits.

You swore he was suppressing laughter himself as he carefully took them away from her. His hands, already distracting enough, looked comically vast compared to hers as he delicately maneuvered them to pluck the swords from her grasp. Something about the sight of his thick fingers, resettling themselves around the hilts with reflexive ease, made your mouth dry.

His fingers squeezed other things, too, and it made flames leap low in your belly every time.

Lime wedges, on the rare occasions he indulged in drinks stronger than wine at the Headquarters bar. His friends’s shoulders, in affection and farewell, after relaxing with them at said bar following hard days. You longed to be one of those who Marcus slung an arm around in jest, a laugh shaking his shoulders and sparkling in his eyes. Would his skin be as warm as it was while swinging a weapon? What would his body feel like softened in mirth, instead of vibrating with focus?

You didn’t blame him for his more formal attitude during work hours. His days were busy, and you rarely saw him off the training mats. You had shared a few evenings with him on nights when the bar was quieter, though. He was perfectly friendly, treating you just like anyone else he was getting to know.

Tonight was one of those quieter nights, but you didn’t do more than cast a quick glance at the small group sitting in the corner before slumping to the bar. You were worn out today, and just wanted something strong and solitary before going home.

You sighed into the numbing wash of your drink, your eyes drifting shut. Nobody would bother you this evening; it wasn’t that kind of atmosphere.

Except- the barstool next to yours scraped against the floor.

You inhaled deeply, preparing to politely rip into whatever idiot was assuming you needed company- only to have the words struck off your lips by the apprehensive brown eyes of Marcus Moreno.

“Hey,” he said, clearing his throat. “I’m sorry to bother you. You can tell me to march right back to my table if you like, but uh, I just wanted to see if you were all right. After today.”

You could see that he genuinely meant it- he was perched only partially on the barstool, ready to take off again if you said the word. But his gaze was curious, concerned.

You brow furrowed. “After today?” you echoed, too caught off-guard to think of anything else. What could he mean? Nothing special had happened today. He’d disarmed you, sure, but it wasn’t the first time that had occurred in the eight months you’d been working with him.

Marcus shifted uncertainly. “You just seemed...tired. Reflexes slower than usual,” he noted wryly. “And, well. We have matching bags.” He pointed to his face, where dark shadows were visible beneath his eyes. He offered a self-deprecating, tentative smile, conscious that he was treading in new territory.

It takes you a minute to process. In all the time you’ve spent observing his fighting techniques to perfection, you’d never considered that he could have been using those same opportunities to observe you. It provokes a funny feeling in your chest, twisting your breath up in your lungs like tangled ribbon.

“Oh,” you murmur, surprised but unoffended by his mention of the bags under your eyes. “Well...I am tired today, I guess.” You took a sip of your drink, gauging his interest, hesitating before continuing. “My sister broke her hip, so she just moved in with me for while she heals. It’s been...a stressful transition,” you admitted.

He angles himself toward you, attention fully committed and eyes widening in sympathy. “Oh gosh, that’s terrible. Do you need some time off? I can clear it with the boss for you, work with Santino for however long you need.” He seemed to straighten up, as if ready to spring away and take care of it the moment you answered.

“No, please,” you chuckled in appreciation of his earnestness. “I might need a few shorter days, but neither of us need me fussing over her 24/7.” Both you and your sister were strongly independent. It meant that you had often been at odds when you were younger, but you were all each other had now, and had made efforts to improve your relationship.

Marcus nodded in understanding, settling again. He seemed at a loss for if he should leave or say something else, so you made the choice for him.

“Tired of getting your ass kicked in my lessons, Moreno? You know Santino doesn’t work you as hard.” Your fellow swordsmanship instructor was slightly younger, a newer hire who was still a little bit in awe of the Heroics.

You didn’t usually speak so flippantly to him, but his eyebrows arced high at the challenge, a smile tugging on his lips. “Sounds like somebody needs a reminder of who kicked whose ass today, ma’am.” Rolling right along with your apparent newfound playfulness.

You pinpointed, suddenly, what was different about him tonight, why this interaction felt different compared to your others. There’d always been an air of deference about him before, as if even outside of the arena he considered you a superior. But tonight he was just treating you like a peer, a regular person. Maybe it had taken your excessively dragging day for him to come to terms with the fact that you were a regular person, but the ice finally felt like it had broken between you and you just...talked, after that. For longer than both of you probably intended.

“Shoot, I have to go get Missy,” Marcus realized, catching sight of his watch. “But you- you’ll be here again? I mean, I see you here a lot.” He stumbled over his words.

Did he? It was true that you were often at the bar at the same time, but for him to acknowledge that meant that he actually noticed you. Remembered your presence.

“Yeah, I’m here pretty regularly,” you confirmed, cautiously hopeful.

“Good. I mean, I’ll see you, then- next time.” His voice rasped low, but there was a nervousness in his expression. He twisted his jacket between his large hands.

He wanted to see you again. “Yes.” You smiled at him, surprise and pleasure shining through. “I’ll see you next time,” you said with conviction.

His eyes crinkled in answer, and your breath caught. Your ordered yourself not to watch him leave the room.

You drove home with a quiet grin on your face.

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