#an honest question to which she could have very easily answered if there wasn't a man with an axe standing directly behind her

[pdwoozi]

5.09 Schizogeny

#the x files #fox mulder #dana scully #txfedit #txf #mine #tv: the x files #an honest question to which she could have very easily answered if there wasn't a man with an axe standing directly behind her

[queenshelby]

Our Little Secret (Part Four)

Pairing: Dark! Cillian Murphy x Virgin! Reader

Warning: Smut, Age-Gap, Daddy Issues

Notes: This will not be a love story. It will be dark, twisted and kinky. Cillian is portrayed as totally off cannon.

About fifteen minutes later, you reached the elegant hotel restaurant and bar on the top floor of the Four Seasons.

The dimly lit room was adorned with an elegant floral arrangement, candles creating a romantic ambience.

Cillian had ordered some wine for you and the conversation flowed easily, filling the silence with tales of past adventures and shared desires and you could not help but bring up his wife again, knowing very well that you may be overstepping a line. 

"How long have you been married for?" you asked casually, trying to gauge the depth of his unhappiness. Cillian sighed heavily, a look of resignation crossing his face.

"Almost eight years now," he replied, his voice devoid of emotion. "It started as a marriage of convenience when she fell pregnant, but it turned into something more." He took a sip of his wine, his eyes avoiding yours as he spoke. "But then, years later, we've grown apart, both personally and sexually." He hesitated for a moment, searching for the right words.

"It's complicated," he finally admitted, his voice rough with emotion before seeking to change the topic.

"So what about you? Why don't you have a boyfriend?" Cillian inquired curiously, leaning closer to you across the table. His gaze roamed your face, seemingly seeking answers to questions unspoken. You couldn't help but notice the way his eyes lingered on your lips, an unmistakable desire evident in them.

"Well, you know, life has just been busy for me," you tried to explain lightly, hoping to deflect attention away from your lack of romantic experiences.

"And you haven't found anyone who interests you?" Cillian pressed further, his voice laced with concern.

"No. Most of the guys I am interested in are much older than me and some are married," you said, blushing, seeing that Cillian too was more than twice your age.

"I can see a common theme here," Cillian chuckled before running his fingers over your hand suggestively. 

"And why would that be?" you questioned, teasing him. 

"Well, I am older, and I am married," Cillian smiled before pointing out something quite substantial. "I suppose you just wanted someone experienced, huh? Or maybe you just enjoy indulging in illicit affairs which, can be quite dangerous as you know," he answered, his eyes twinkling with humour. 

"Oh, I wouldn't say it's necessarily dangerous, just a bit naughty," you giggled, feeling your cheeks heat up under his gaze. 

"True, it might not be inherently dangerous," Cillian conceded, his fingers playing with your wrist seductively. "But, sometimes these secret rendezvous can lead to situations you didn't intend or expect," Cillian pointed out, reaching for another glass of wine. 

"Have you ever gotten caught cheating?" you asked, knowing very well that you were not the only one Cillian had ever been involved with outside his marriage. There were rumors in the paper, circulating with respect to at least two actresses as well as his assistant, Siobhan. 

"Only once," Cillian confessed, a grimace crossing his face. "It wasn't pretty. My wife found us together in a hotel room in London," Cillian pointed out, and your chin dropped.

"That must have been quite awkward," you acknowledged, taking another sip of your drink.

"Extremely so," Cillian agreed, running his finger around the rim of his wine glass.

"Who was it with?" you wanted to know, still curious about the details of his infidelity. Cillian shrugged, a mixture of discomfort and pride evident on his face.

"She was my assistant," he explained. He shook his head slightly, as if to dispel memories he wished he could forget.

"We slept with each other for a few months and, to be honest, I'm not entirely sure why I did it," he confessed, his expression turning serious. "I guess I was blinded by the thrill of doing something forbidden, even though I knew deep down that it would ultimately destroy my marriage," he explained and, as the conversation continued, you found yourself drawn to Cillian's dark and mysterious persona.

"Isn't that what you are doing now? With your brother's stepdaughter out of all people?" you chuckled, feeling the alcohol loosen your tongue. "I mean, I guess we both share a twisted sense of morality," you continued, raising your glass playfully.

"Maybe," Cillian smirked, his eyes glinting with mischief. "I suppose I just no longer care about my marriage and being an actor makes cheating quite easy," he mused, running his fingers idly along your thigh. Your heart raced, sensing the raw power beneath his seemingly gentle exterior.

Despite his obvious flaws, there was an undeniable allure about him that made you feel like you were standing on the edge of a precipice – eager to plunge into the unknown.

"Now tell me, why me? I am only nineteen, I am your step-niece and I have absolutely no experience when it comes to sex," you admitted, feeling a little self-conscious about your lack of knowledge and inexperience.

"Your innocence intrigued me. It is not something I have encountered before, and the fact that you are my step-niece doesn't bother me. We only just met," Cillian said gently, running his finger along your thigh still.

"I think you are beautiful," he told you softly, staring into your eyes with such intensity that it sent shivers down your spine. You felt your heart race, sensing the raw power beneath his seemingly gentle exterior.

"Do you like teaching me and training me new things?" you teased and Cillian nodded playfully, his eyes dancing with mischief.

"Yes, I like teaching you, and I like how you respond to me when I touch you and show you things," he continued, his fingers tracing your skin.

"You make me feel young again," he whispered huskily, leaning in close enough to taste the sweetness of your lips.

You couldn't help but feel a sudden surge of confidence at his words, finding solace in the fact that you were making him feel younger and more alive. Perhaps this relationship, despite its inauspicious beginnings, was giving you both the thrill you sought, offering a mutual escape from the monotony of your respective lives.

"Should we go back to the room?" Cillian then asked,

his voice a low rumble in your ear. You couldn't help but agree, as your body seemed to hum with a familiar, yet unfulfilled energy.

Without a word, you stood up and grabbed your coat, leaving a generous tip for the waiter before walking out of the restaurant with Cillian. 

***

When you arrived back at the hotel room an hour later and with the buttplug still inside of you, your mind was flooded with the idea of the night ahead. The sexual tension between you two was palpable and as you prepared for another round of passionate lovemaking, you couldn't help but imagine all the ways Cillian would tease and torture you tonight.

In the room, Cillian removed his jacket and undid his shirt, revealing his freckled torso. The sight sent a wave of desire coursing through your veins, heightening your arousal.

"I am so ready to fuck you again," Cillian told you assertively, his dominant tone causing a mix of fear and excitement within you. With practised ease, he moved his body against yours, expertly positioning you both on the bed.

As you lay side by side, Cillian slowly began exploring your body with his hands, tracing the outline of your breasts and circling your nipples, making you squirm with anticipation. He then gently pulled you onto his lap, allowing you to straddle him. Your hips met his with a gentle swaying motion, eliciting moans from both of you.

Cillian reached between your legs, finding the base of the butt plug and gently pressing his thumb against it, triggering a surge of sensation through your entire body. Your breath caught in your throat, and your entire being trembled with anticipation.

"What do you do with the other women, in bed?" you dared to ask, your curiosity piqued. Cillian smirked slightly, a knowing look in his eyes.

"It depends on who they are," he responded evasively. "Some want it rough, others prefer something sweet and tender." Cillian lowered his head, brushing his lips against yours. Your body tensed with anticipation as you felt his warm breath on your face. "But, ultimately, what they all have in common is that they want to please me," he whispered hoarsely, his voice filled with confidence.

You nodded silently, understanding his ego. He placed his hands on either side of your face, his fingers gently massaging your temples.

"Do you trust me?" he whispered intimately, his eyes searching yours intensely. Your heart raced at the prospect of submitting completely to his will. "Yes," you whispered back, unable to hide the tremble in your voice.

With that, Cillian leaned in, kissing you deeply, his tongue exploring your mouth hungrily. You moaned into his mouth, driven by the raw passion emanating from him.

"Good," Cillian murmured approvingly, his hands gripping your waist firmly. His thumb traced over your ass, sending a delicious shiver through your core. "Because I can't wait to see how far we can take this," he whispered, his breath hot against your ear. "I love it when a woman gives herself fully to me," he confided in a low voice, causing a blush to rise on your cheeks.

Cillian released you from his grasp, sliding his hands up your thighs to caress your hips and the small of your back.

"I give myself to you, Cillian. Do with me what you want," you whispered, your voice trembling with anticipation. Hearing those words sent a surge of power coursing through Cillian's veins. He felt like he held the reins of an untamed stallion, one he was determined to break and tame.

"Good girl," he whispered, gently guiding your hands to his own hard cock.

Your heart skipped a beat as you tentatively wrapped your fingers around his length, feeling its heat and size.

Cillian groaned softly, his gaze fixed on you as you explored him.

"Look at me," he commanded, his voice a low rumble. You met his eyes, finding them filled with hunger and lust.

Cillian's fingers roamed your body, lightly touching your skin as if committing every inch to memory before ordering you get on to the bed.

"I want you on all fours," he instructed firmly, making you feel even more submissive under his control.

As you moved into position, your skin prickled with anticipation, your breathing growing shallow.

With you now on all fours, Cillian stood behind you, gently guiding your hips with his hands. The weight of his body pressed against your back, making you feel both safe and vulnerable at the same time. His hands roamed over your body, stopping momentarily to stroke your buttocks before moving on.

"That buttplug suits your ass," he growled appreciatively, causing your body to shudder involuntarily.

"Now, do you think you can take the next size up?" he whispered, his voice husky with desire.

His fingers trailed across your back, causing your flesh to quiver with anticipation. 

"Another buttplug?" you queried with nervousness, causing Cillian to smirk.

"Yes. This one is wider and will stretch you even further," Cillian told you. "Trust me, it won't hurt much, and you'll be glad you did it afterwards," he said confidently, giving you the impression that he had done this many times before. You hesitated, unsure if you could really allow him to insert yet another object into your rear end. Cillian saw your reluctance and decided to be more persuasive. He gently grabbed your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze.

"I want you to trust me," he growled, his eyes full of authority. Your pulse quickened at the thought of submitting entirely to his whims.

"Okay," you answered, your voice barely audible.

Cillian smiled confidently, reaching for the bag containing various sex toys. He picked out a new buttplug – slightly larger than the first one. His hand reached behind you and he pulled out the first plug which was now completly covered in his cum.

As he discarded it, you gasped at the sudden feeling of openness in your backside. Cillian grinned at your reaction, and quickly inserted the new, wider plug. He worked it into your tight hole slowly, gauging your response as he went. Your breath hitched at the invasion, but you fought the urge to squirm away from the foreign object. It took some force, but eventually the plug was securely lodged inside you.

The sense of fullness sent shivers down your spine.

With the added size of the buttplug, your muscles clenched around it, making you gasp at the sensation. Cillian noticed your discomfort and reassured you that it would feel better soon. He stepped closer, reaching for your breast with one hand, and your chin with the other.

"I promise you'll enjoy this," he whispered gently, his eyes boring into yours. "Just relax and let go," he coaxed, encouraging you to submit entirely to his desires.

As he held you in place, Cillian began exploring your wetness with his fingers, gently probing your opening. He took in the sounds of your breathing, the way your body trembled under his touch, and your increasing arousal. His fingers circled your entrance, getting it wetter and more inviting for his erection.

Soon, you heard the zipper of his jeans being lowered. His cock sprang free, already erect and eager.

"This might hurt a little, but I know that you will be a good girl for me and take it," Cillian said before he knelt behind you, between your legs, as he positioned himself at your entrance. With one powerful thrust, he penetrated you deeply, making you gasp at the intensity of the sensation.

Between the buttplug stretching your anus and his cock stretching your pussy, you felt a strange mix of pain and pleasure coursing through your body.

"You're so tight," Cillian whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. "Just right for my cock." His hands reached for your hips, guiding you deeper onto his cock with each thrust.

He began a steady rhythm, pushing deep into you with each plunge, then retreating just enough to let you catch your breath before pulling you back into him again.

The sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed throughout the room, punctuated by your gasps and moans.

"I love fucking you raw and I can't wait to fill your pussy with my cum," Cillian panted, his face etched with passion. The intensity of his lustful gaze sent a shiver down your spine.

You couldn't help but match his energy, your hands gripping the sheets tightly as your hips bucked instinctively with each powerful thrust.

"Take my cock. That's it," Cillian demanded harshly, causing you to gasp and obey. 

The sensation of being thoroughly claimed and owned sent waves of arousal coursing through your body.

Cillian's rough hands gripped your hips tightly, pulling you deeper onto his cock with each thrust. His raw, animalistic nature only heightened the experience, leaving you craving more of his dominant presence.

You cried out in ecstasy as Cillian continued to pound into you, his fingers digging into your hips with each powerful stroke. The sound of your moans filling the room fueled his lust further, as he took his cock out, only to plunge back into you once more.

"Such a good girl," he growled, pushing his cock deeper inside you.

Your hands clutched at his shoulders, holding onto him as he pounded into you, his hips thrusting wildly.

"Fuck, yes!" you screamed, matching his fervor.

Your orgasm built, an intense wave of pleasure coursing through your body, mirroring his own.

"Cum with me," Cillian ordered roughly, his voice hoarse with desire as your movements became frantic, your passionate frenzy reaching its peak.

Cillian's rough hands gripped your hips tightly, pushing you down on his cock with each thrust. His raw, animalistic nature only heightened the experience, leaving you craving more of his dominant presence.

The room was filled with the rhythmic sounds of flesh colliding together, accompanied by your moans and cries of ecstasy. Cillian's possessive gaze left no doubt about his dominance over you. With each thrust, you felt yourself surrendering completely to his lustful desires.

"You will be leaking my cum all night long, fuck..." Cillian growled, driving into you with a renewed ferocity. His hands gripped your hips tightly, keeping you in place as he took you to the edge.

You reached your peak with him, crying out in ecstasy as your body shook with orgasmic pleasure.

Cillian followed close behind, his slender frame tensing as he allowed himself to succumb to the release. His powerful orgasm pulsed through him, his eyes meeting yours as he let out a feral groan.

He filled you with his seed and you felt it spurt, warm and thick, deep inside you. 

"Take it out," you then told him, referring to the buttplug which was still embedded within you. "I need it removed."

Cillian nodded, understanding that your body needed relief after such an intense encounter. He gently caressed your cheek with the back of his hand, kissing your forehead softly.

"You did well," he murmured, taking out the buttplug. Your sphincter contracted reflexively around the cold object, making you wince as it slipped out of you.

"And maybe in a few days, I can put my cock into your tight hole instead," Cillian smirked, leaning down to press a tender kiss on your forehead. 

You blushed, both embarrassed and flattered by his words. "That will hurt though, won't it?" you asked while Cillian's fingers stroked your hair gently, his lips brushing against your earlobe.

He spoke softly, his voice almost a whisper. "It will, but remember, I want you to trust me." He nibbled at your neck lightly, sending shivers down your spine.

You nodded, trying to hide your growing excitement beneath the covers. "I do," you whispered back, your heart racing in anticipation.

"Good," Cillian smiled before getting up from the bed and walking towards the spa bath, which was conveniently located on the large balcony of the hotel room.

He invited you to join him there. He poured a bottle of champagne into two glasses, then popped the cork, letting it fly high into the air. As the foam settled back into the glass, Cillian handed you one and raised his own.

"To more sexy encounters to come" he toasted, his eyes sparkling with mischief. You hesitated, unsure if you were ready to commit to something like this. However, curiosity got the best of you, and you raised your glass as well.

"To us," you said, your voice wavering slightly. You took a sip of the champagne, feeling the effervescent liquid dance across your tongue. The bubbles tickled your throat, sending shivers down your spine.

Cillian smiled, pleased with your willingness to engage in this illicit adventure. He lifted his glass, clinking it against yours. "Cheers," he replied, his deep voice rumbling seductively.

"Let's make sure we have more meetings like this," he teased, running his fingers along your exposed arm. The sensation sent shivers down your spine, and you could feel your nipples hardening immediately again. 

Without saying anything, you both climbed into the warm water, embracing each other, their bodies pressed against each other. Cillian's hand wandered up your thigh, gently stroking the inside, causing your knee to jerk involuntarily.

"You taste so sweet," he breathed, his mouth finding yours once more.

Your tongues danced with each other, seeking dominance, yet both giving way to the others lead. You kissed passionately, hands roaming restlessly over each other's bodies. 

Cillian's fingers drifted to your breast, pinching the nipple gently before teasing it with his tongue. Your nipples hardened, poking through your clothes, drawing his attention.

Cillian gently bit down on one, causing you to squirm in delight. He released it, leaving a faint red mark on your pale skin. "You turn me on so much," he whispered, his hand cupping your breast.

"You do too, Cillian. Although I am not sure how much more I can take without being intensely sore tomorrow," you confessed, your body still quivering from the previous encounters. 

Cillian chuckled softly, taking another sip of his champagne before replying, "Oh, trust me, you'll be fine. Besides, I have some things planned to make sure you're nice and relaxed before I fuck you again," Cillian said as he moved closer to you, pressing his hardened member against your leg, making you shudder in anticipation.

As the hot water bubbled around them, you held onto Cillian, enjoying the intimacy shared between the two of you. The sensuality of the moment enveloped you, and you could feel the heat radiating off Cillian's body as it touched yours.

The night continued like this, filled with passionate and kinky sex until, at around 3 o'clock, you decided to get some sleep.

You both knew you had school the next day, and you did not want to show up exhausted.

***

Eventually, the morning sun filtered through the window as you rose from the comfortable hotel bed, your body aching in the most delicious ways. You glanced over at Cillian, who lay beside you, his tousled hair framing his face. He stretched lazily, his freckled shoulders and arms flexing as he yawned.

You stepped into the bathroom to freshen up. You had to make your way to school

soon, and there was no time to waste. While brushing your teeth, you looked at yourself in the mirror, marvelling at how much the past week had changed you. Your eyes seemed darker, more mysterious, with shadows cast from the early morning sunlight streaming through the window.

In the midst of your thoughts, you heard Cillian enter the bathroom. He stood behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. "Morning," he whispered softly in your ear, nuzzling your neck gently.

"Do you have everything you need? Your bag, keys, wallet?" he asked, seeing that you were almost ready for school, before giving you yet another of many hickeys, all of which were covering your neck. 

You nodded, reaching into your backpack again to retrieve them. 

Cillian pulled you closer, his arms tightening around you. "Alright, then." He gave you a small peck on the lips, a gentle gesture of affection. 

"This was fun," he said with a grin, running his hand down your back. 

You nodded, reluctantly. "It was, but I better get going. I am already late," you told him before asking when you could see him again.

 "How about this Saturday if I can get away from Danielle?" he suggested and you considered his proposal, knowing that Saturday would be your day off from school.

"Okay, sounds good," you agreed, excitement building within you. "Where should we meet?" you wanted to know.

"Here. I will book a room again, but I won't be able to stay overnight," he told you with a smile, his dimples showing through. "We can just use it for our afternoon rendezvous."

You smiled back, feeling excited about the prospect of continuing this passionate affair. "That sounds great, Cillian."

"Well, then, see you on Saturday." He leaned in to give you a final kiss on the lips, lingering just long enough to leave you wanting more.

One hour later….

An hour later, and with only ten minutes to spare, you arrived at school and looked at your schedule.

Due to the renovations on site, you still had to find your classroom for today and, luckily for you, it was on the first floor.

"Good Morning Y/N," Emma smiled as she saw you walking into class, clearly happy to see you.

"Morning, Emma," you replied cheerfully, trying to ignore the lingering effect of the night before as the soreness of your encounter with Cillian lingered in your core and so did his seed.

Emma looked at you closely, a curious expression crossing her face. "So, how was your night, with your secret lover?" she then asked, still not knowing who the man was who you were seeing.

She had noticed your dishevelled appearance and the smell of sex on you, but you did not want to reveal too many details about your encounter.

"It was great. I didn't get much sleep, though," you replied casually, trying to downplay the intensity of the previous night.

"Well, I guess you'll have plenty of opportunities to catch up on your sleep later," Emma teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Why do you say that?" you asked, slightly confused by her comment.

"Well, the art class have been cancelled, so we finish early today," Emma continued, her tone light-hearted.

"Good, I am glad," you smiled before Emma leaned in and asked you for particulars.

"Now tell me, what did you do with your married man? I want specifics," Emma pressed, her curiosity piqued. You hesitated momentarily, weighing whether to divulge the details of your secret rendezvous. Ultimately, you decided to share some highlights while leaving out the explicit details.

"We stayed at the Four Seasons. We had a lovely meal, and we had lots of sex. He bought some toys, which was fun, and there was this big jacuzzi overlooking Dublin," you said, carefully choosing your words to give her a taste of the events without going into graphic detail.

"What kind of toys?" Emma giggled; her curiosity piqued.

"Toys that don't go where you would expect them to go," you replied, wanting to keep things vague.

“Anal toys?” Emma wanted to know and you quietened her quickly.

“Yes. Shh,” you whispered before cutting her off.

"Well, if you ever want to talk about it in more detail, just let me know," Emma offered, her eyes twinkling with excitement. "Maybe sometime, after I am drunk enough" you agreed, knowing that it would be better to not delve into the explicit details of your experience with Cillian, but she wouldn't let off. After all, she had covered for you, giving you an alibi, and now she wanted to know more.

“I need you to tell me more. I want to know everything,” she thus said but you shook your head.

“Another day, when we are not at school, I will give you specifics, alright?” you said and Emma agreed to your proposal.

"Anyway, for now, let's change the subject," you then suggested, eager to discuss something less salacious. "How are your driving lessons going for you?" you asked, causing Emma to sigh.

"Well, my dad thinks he's teaching me how to drive but mostly I end up driving him crazy," she laughed, her eyes dancing with mischief. "No, he's really helping me. I appreciate it," she said, appreciating her father's efforts to teach her.

"That's nice" you commented just as a girl named Lindsay approached you from behind, tapping you on the shoulder.

"Hi Y/N! How's it going?" she greeted, her smile bright and genuine. She was a tall, slender girl with wavy brown hair and striking green eyes. "Oh, hi Lindsay," you replied, returning her smile warmly. "Just talking with Emma."

Lindsay nodded, glancing at Emma briefly before turning back to you. "So, my sister saw you at the Four Seasons last night, with a rather famous and rather handsome actor," she said, causing your heart to race. "Is that true?" she asked, her eyes boring into yours.

"Yes, it's true, I guess" you answered honestly, not wanting to lie about it. "Did she say anything else?" you asked, hoping to get more information from Lindsay.

"Only that you two seemed very close," Lindsay replied, her eyes holding a mix of jealousy and curiosity. 

"A famous actor?" Emma asked, her eyebrows raised in surprise. "Oh, really? And what was his name?" she pressed while you tried hard to come up with an excuse for your secret interactions with Cillian.

"Cillian Murphy," Lindsay confirmed, drawing out his name with a mixture of admiration and envy, causing Emma's chin to drop.

"The ‘Cillian Murphy’?" she repeated, causing Lindsay to nod, waiting for an explanation.

"Cillian is my step-father's brother. We ran into each other at the hotel last night and quickly grabbed a bite to eat. That's all. He was just being nice, paying for my meal" you lied to Lindsay whereas Emma knew that Cillian must have been the married man you were sleeping with.

“Cillian Murphy is your uncle?” Lindsay asked, shocked and confused. “Shut the fuck up. Can you introduce me?” she then wanted to know and you quickly shook your head.

“Firstly, he is not my uncle. He is my step-father’s brother. And secondly, he is married to Danielle Murray. She too is a famous actress,” you explained, causing Emma to furrow her eyebrows.

Her mind reeled with thoughts and questions, but she decided to hold them off for now. "That's interesting," she commented nonchalantly, pretending she wasn't shocked before, eventually, pulling you aside to speak with you in private.

***

"You are sleeping with Cillian Murphy?" Emma exclaimed, her eyes wide with disbelief. “This is fucking insane, you know!”  Emma exclaimed, her eyes wide with shock.

"I know. It just happened one night, at our house," you replied, shrugging casually, trying to play it cool.

“At your house?” Emma asked, not having known the specific of your first encounter.

“Yes. He stayed over after a fight with his wife and one thing let to another,” you explained cautiously and her reaction to this revelation was fuelled with both, amusement and concern.

“So you just let him pop your cherry huh?” she laughed, recalling you telling her that, several weeks ago, Cillian came over for the first time and you had been crushing on him ever since.

“I can’t say I blame you. I rewatched Peaky Blinders last week and he is rather fine, even for his age,” Emma told you before continuing on with a lecture. "

"But he is basically family, and you have to be careful. What is if the press gets wind of this? Or his wife? His kids?" Emma worried, her brows furrowing in concern.

"They won't. I will be careful, okay?" you told her just as the school bell rang.

Meanwhile, at Cillian’s house…

Danielle stormed through the door of their luxurious Dublin home, her eyes ablaze with anger. Her hands shook as she clenched and unclenched them as she waited to confront Cillian in respect to his whereabouts.

Cillian stood in the kitchen, pouring himself a glass of water. He paused when he heard the footsteps approaching and turned around slowly, anticipating his wife's reaction.

"Where have you been?" Danielle demanded, her voice shrill and accusatory.

"In London, for work," he lied, furrowing his eyebrows and putting on the perfect act. "You knew that," he fired back with annoyance.

"Bullshit. I checked your schedule. You never even left the country," Danielle accused, her eyes narrowing dangerously.

"It was an interview that came up last minute, Danielle. You need to relax," countered calmly, his voice neutral, yet carrying a slight undertone of irritation.

"Relax? Really?" scoffed Danielle, her fury growing stronger. "And how should I relax knowing that you're cheating on me?"

"Calm down, Danielle," Cillian instructed, trying to placate her. "I haven't cheated on you," Cillian tried to claim but Danielle shook her head.

"No? Then the fact that you paid 678 Euro for a room at the Four Seasons is just a coincidence?" Danielle probed, her suspicion heightened.

"Absolutely," Cillian responded indignantly, raising his eyebrows. "I booked a room, for a friend who stayed there with his wife," he added, feigning ignorance.

"And who may that be?" Danielle snapped, her voice trembling with rage. 

The air was thick with tension, and Cillian felt his pulse quicken.

"What does it matter?" he asked under his breath, rubbing his forehead as he watched his wife fume with anger. He knew that he needed to handle this situation carefully, but his conscience wasn't letting him sleep soundly. 

"Just tell me who she is Cillian. It wouldn't be the first time you cheated on me," Danielle continued, her voice shaking with frustration and betrayal.

"There is no one else, Danielle," Cillian lied again, knowing that it was pointless to confess at this stage. "Please trust me," he implored, trying to maintain eye contact despite the tension in the room.

"Trust you? You lie every time I ask you about your 'work trips'," Danielle spat, her voice filled with bitterness.

"Who is she?" she insisted, her voice trembling with uncontrollable emotion.

"Stop it, Danielle. Enough already," Cillian snapped, losing patience with her constant questions. 

"No, you stop it! Stop fucking cheating on me. You slept with someone in a hotel room while you were supposed to be home, with me," Danielle roared, angered and confused.

"I told you I am not fucking cheating," Cillian said, his tone cold and defensive.

"Okay. Fine. I give you the benefit of the doubt, but...," Danielle began to say before Cillian could find the strength to counter her.

"But, what Danielle?" he asked. "But, if you ever find out that I did cheat on you, then you would leave me and take Max with you?  Cillian barked, knowing very well that this would be the thread she was going to make next.

"He is not your son, Cillian!" Danielle reminded him, causing Cillian to shake his head.

"That's not the point, and you know that," he told her before walking away from the conversation. 

“Stop seeing her, Cillian, and I will forget about it for now,” Danielle told him more calmly now, but Cillian simply sighed.

“Alright,” he then said, nodding just as Max walked through the door, not having overheard the conversation.

“Hey, dad,” he said, greeting Cillian before asking him whether they could go to the movies on the weekend to watch the new Marvel movie.

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[dozing-marshmallow]

Okey, hear me out.

Chris Mclean with a wife that is just THICC. Like she Has a bit of a chubby tummy with big thights, chest, behind etc.

She Has them amazing curves AND also is really sweet and caring towards everyone. You just look at her and you think "How the hell did Chris git with her?" And when you meet her you'r even more confused. Idk I just Imagine Chris be the kind of dude to find any excuse to ley his head on you cuz you just so comfortable and soft <33 and when you fell backpains cuz of you'r breasts he hires the best massagers[or just does it himself ;)]

If you'r uncomfortable its ok. But just let me know then so I don't wait like an idiot.

I hope you'll have a lovely day!

(sorry for aby gramer or spelling errors, English is not my first lenguage)

👀 pixar mom reader confirmed?? I’ll be for real, this was a lot of fun to write, and don’t worry about grammar mistakes! Thank you for the request and may you all enjoy and have a lovely day too~

CHRIS MCLEAN X “THICC”! WIFE! READER HEADCANONS

No one could deny how attractive you were.

Your own husband couldn’t resist you for more than half a day.

“Chriiis, what are you doing?” a question that often left your mouth imbued a different answer each time from Chris.

“You’re comfy, (Y/N).” his usually loud voice blocked by his face sinking as far as he could into your covered cleavage.

"Aren’t you honest!" you gently nudge his head,"But we have an episode to get to in two minutes, so if you just wanna...” you step back, forcing Chris into solitary.

He huffs, before getting an amazing idea- he puts his hand over his eyes,“Oh no! I can’t see where I’m going! Is this...” he zombie walks towards you and readjusts his head back on the natural pillow of your chest before you could properly make a run for it,“I made it to bed! Alright, I’m gonna stay right here until I regain my sight!”

“Chris!” you squall, finding displeasure that he wasn't taking you seriously and wasn't getting off so easily this time, with the hand he used to blind himself now tightened around you,“Come onn, there’ll be plenty of time to do this after we shoot the episode!”

“Just five more minutes, please (Y/N)!”

Not on days like that, albeit you do dress up in a bunny fit for him.

“You know I’m very fertile, Chris.” you press yourself up against him enticingly on his lap,“As fertile as a bunny rabbit can be.”

“I can tell.” his voice sounded composed, but his face was crazy red,“Can never get enough of your legs though. You know that you could choke someone with just one thigh, right?”

My, that sounds dangerous!,“Oh dear... I’m not that heavy, am I?”

“Never! It’s like I always say... Everything about you is awesome. Everything. From the top of your head to the core of your skeleton.”

“Well, that’s relieving...” You feel his hand exploring about on your round back,“How do you like these fishnets? Wore them just for you.”

His hands then squeeze through the space between under your thighs and the top of his lap, masking his extreme prurience with his dismissive,“Duh. Who else would you wear them for?”

With the contestants, you’re very friendly to them.

Like once beginning with brushing Lindsay’s hair,“Lindsay, you have such beautiful hair."

The “dumb princess” giggles,“I knoww! It’s the prettiest bare here!”

From the wide distance in which Chris stood from, he snaps a photo of you tending to Lindsay with his camera,“Aww!”

Seeing that strengthened Cody’s confidence to approach the hot host,“Hey Chris... I need to ask you advice on something.”

“Sure thing dude, what’s up?” Chris grinned, not taking his eyes off his camera.

“It’s..." the geek takes a breath,"How do you get girls?”

“You say exactly what’s on your mind.”

“Well, I do...” his voice quiet,“But every time I speak, Gwen looks at me like I’m a donkey carcass!”

"Sucks to be you, can’t relate one bit.”

Cody was about to whine his way into defending himself had he not fully noticed Chris’ lack of presence in the conversation. He was...taking pictures?

“Uh...why are you taking photos of (Y/N) when you get to see her everyday? If anyone should be taking pictures, it should be me!” He really didn’t think with that one.

“I know dude, but she’s into photography and she reaaaaaally likes having her pictures taken. It’s a favour for her and I.” he suddenly turns to Cody, washing a scowl on his face,“Save your photo taking skills for someone else, okay? Not on my someone who’s like old enough to be your mom. That’s just gross.”

Meanwhile with the girls:

“(Y/NNN), you should really reconsider your marriage.” Beth advises with a glum glaze reflecting off her glasses.

Confusion bubbles your mind,“What do you mean?” you ask, placing Lindsay’s brush down as you began dividing her hair into smaller sections.

“What does Beth mean?“ Sadie repeated like you were crazy,“(Y/N), you’re like a super goddess compared to Chris! He doesn’t deserve you.”

“Yeah, what Sadie said! I was thinking that too!” After Katie spends a minute gushing with Sadie about their unbreakable friendship, she turns back to you with concern,“But for real, you’re WOAH and there, Chris is...” she doesn’t feel the need to finish it, which takes you by surprise.

“Aww, what? He’s way more WOAH than I am!”

“That’s not true...” Bridgette curiously comments,“What do you see in that guy?”

“He makes me laugh.”

Pause.

Courtney’s the first to boom,“Seriously? There’s about ten thousand other men that can do that and not be as horrible as Chris is!”

“Ohh, but Chris isn’t horrible!” you exclaim, dropping Lindsay’s hair to clasp your hands for the moment,“He’s a wonderful guy! The most wonderful man I’ve met in my entire life!” 

“(Y/N)... You’re too nice.” Gwen breathes out exasperated, gothic view floats to your symmetrically defined waist,“Have you tried modelling before?”

“I have, yes, but I was rejected for not fitting the standards.”

“Impossible!” Lindsay flips her head around on impulsive shock. Thanks to her extensive hair length, it barely made a difference to the styling process.

“Possible. They said I wasn’t what they were looking for and told me to surgically change myself before reaching out to them again. As if!” you do the next batch of golden dyed hair,“While the experience wasn’t ideal, it reminded me of something that even as a grown woman I need to be careful of. At the time, I was actually willing to lose a part of me that I was perfectly fine with for the sake of a runaway platform. Doesn’t that sound ridiculous? To do all that for one place? Let this resonate that you as young girls should never feel that you need to ruin what you were naturally given to feel loved or pretty. If something or someone doesn’t accept you for who you are naturally, the relationship was not meant to be and you mustn’t dwell on them. Don’t do things to yourself that aren’t for yourself.”

You had done the final twist in the band of Lindsay’s hair.

...

All they could think by the end of it was

How the hell did Chris get with her.

Back to some private examples with lover man.

“I’m so exhausted!” you fall down in your armchair, groaning to Chris,“I could do with a new bra...”

He smirked,“That one you’re wearing too small?”

“Or I’m too big.” your hands shoot up through your shirt to unclip it, freedom freezing off the tension around your shoulders,“It’s hard to breathe sometimes, you know? These balls of feminine fat hang on my chest doing nothing all day, but weigh me down and kill my back! Sometimes I envy women with smaller boobs, they can move as much as they please and don’t need to spend hours on hours searching for clothes!”

“Yeah uh, I don’t think comparing yourself in this case is gonna help you feel better.” a cheeky glint fires across his pupils, his voice rasping gingerly,“How about a nice massage instead? All it costs is your love!” 

A tease of your own climbs up on your lips,“And by love, you mean a week’s worth of getting to sleep on me?”

“Huh? Oh no, of course not!” Liar. Look at how happy he was to do something for someone else. It was exactly what he wanted.

“Okay, okay.” you laugh and trudge to the bed, preparing to undress yourself.

Like Chris was gonna allow any masseuse, no matter how good they were, to see your body the way he could.

Especially if he could get a personal reward out of it.

You intentionally moaned when his fingers dug deep into your rhomboids.

“Better?” his tone still mischievous and salient.

You nod, sitting up and sighing in relief,“Much better... You’ve improved your technique, haven’t you?”

He scratches the back of his head, smiling sincerely,“You noticed? Well, of course, only the best for you.”

“Aw, aren’t you the best husband anyone can ask for?” you push yourself off the bed and wrap your arms around his neck, kissing his flustered cheek,“Thank you. Now who’s ready for a good night sleep?”

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[airenyah]

15 people, 15 questions

I was tagged by @belladonna-and-the-sweetpeas <333

Are you named after anyone?

no. there's a video game character with my name and occasionally people will bring this character up and ask if i was named after her but no, i wasn't. my parents don't play videogames

2. When was the last time you cried?

i honestly don't remember, i don't actually cry all that much. (so if you see me say things like "i'm crying" in the tags then i'm actually only crying in my heart, i'm not shedding any actually tears dfkfkjdf)

last time i cried was either bc i was really angry or really extremely overwhelmed with life during a period where i hadn't slept much or was on my period or so. orrr what is actually even more likely is that the last time i cried was when i cried from laughter while being with friends. i cry from laughter a lot, actually

3. Do you have kids?

nope. i think i could be a good mother if i had to, but ngl, motherhood and parenting doesn't sound very appealing to me. i am planning on becoming an aunt tho. i'll let my brother provide the grandkids and i'll just borrow them occasionally, spoil them, and then i can always give them back when they get too exhausting or annoying 😂

4. What sports do you play/have you played?

i play baseball for fun once a year with old summer camp friends. other than that i'm not very athletic. in elementary school i used to go to schwimmkurse (swimming courses) which was super fun and it's one of the few sports that i'd consider taking up again if i were to do any. i've always liked swimming (but only in places where i can see the ground and where the water isn't too cold. i feel really uneasy when i can't see the ground and i also freeze easily so i'm not a fan of cold water)

5. Do you use sarcasm?

sarcasm? me? neeeeever, not at all 🤭

(^^^this answer is sarcastic, the genuine answer is yes. yes, i do. <- for those struggling to understand sarcasm, esp in written form <3)

6. What's the first thing you notice about people?

uhhhhh good question, i don't actually know???? maybe their face, idk

7. What's your eye colour?

blue-gray ish. and i have a yellow/green circle around each pupil. i actually really like my eyes, they're my fave part of my appearance 🥰

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

happy endings for sure!! i could never get into scary movies, idk

9. Any talents?

languages, i guess. at least i'm known as the language genius in my family and my friend groups. but to be honest, there's still a lot about language that i don't know and i don't feel like i'm all that great (esp when my language learning progress feels slower than the one of others. which is totally fine by me bc everyone should go at their own pace, but i just don't like it when people call me a language genius bc i feel like in reality i'm not really living up to that. i just happen to know a little bit more about language than those around me, but compared with actual experts? yeah no, i in no way compare...)

but yeah out of all the skills that i have, languages is one my best ones. and i'm also really good at organizing (aka keeping a million lists and making sure all the props are at the right spots and with the right actors and there's enough spares of everything etc lol)

10. Where were you born?

austria 🇦🇹🇦🇹🇦🇹

(NOT the place with kangaroos just so we're clear dkjgkdjf)

11. What are your hobbies?

(internally) crying over fictional characters, then blorbo-posting about it. sometimes i'll also subject irl-people to my blorbo rants (mainly my mother and some of my friends)

i also take violin lessons and thai classes for fun

12. Do you have any pets?

technically no, but really yes. my mom and my brother share a dog and my parents also have two kitties. i go home a lot bc i don't really like staying in my own flat in the city where i study so they do feel like my own pets as well, esp the kitties <333

^this is nika (the dog) and coco (boy cat). they're besties <3

^this is minou (girl cat). she's the youngest and the smallest of them all, so we nicknamed her "die kleine" (the small one (f))

13. How tall are you?

155 cm

14. What was your favourite subject in school?

german, it was the easiest for me

fun fact: the only subject in school that i ever got a frühwarnung in was english lmao. ("frühwarnung" = early warning and it's what you get when you're about to get an f in your report card for a subject. i got an f in english in my report card for semester break, so i had the whole summer semester to get my grade up to a d)

15. What is your dream job?

director!!!! in theater or film, idk, but i just really wanna be a director. and maybe take some minor acting roles on the side, idk. for now i still feel too shy to do any professional acting, despite having gotten acting training for 3 years djkkdjfg

i'm really looking forward to next summer, bc i get to be assistant director at this one theater that i've worked at as an intern for the past two summers. the assistant directors that i've worked with so far at this theater have both sucked and both times i ended up more or less taking on the job myself anyway (to the point where they even paid me for my work despite my position usually being an unpaid one) and so this summer i was like "uhhh guys so what if for next summer's production i just work as an assitant director right away instead of an intern?" and they were like "omg you're hired" 😂

tagging following 15 people:

feel free to ignore if you don't want to do it or tag me in/send me yours if you've already done it, i'd like to read it <3

@newyearknwwme @moonkhao @visualtaehyun @lurkingteapot @callipigio @waitmyturtles @sunnenfinster @cornflowershade @celestial-sapphicss @killiru @gaym3bo1 @nongnaos @dimplesandfierceeyes @gillianthecat @ranchthoughts

bonus: @telomeke i know you've already been tagged, so this is just to ask you to tag me when you've thought of all your answers, i wanna read yours too 👀

#tag game

[short-black-diamond]

Wednesday's Bestie- part two.

Part one , Part three

Since many of y'all wanted a part two, I'll make a part two!!!

Also why did nobody tell me that I made many grammar mistakes? Please correct me, write it in the comments for I am sometimes too stoopid to write or form words :p

Warnings: Suggestive???/ weird jokes, I'm a bad writer, you're a shitty character, let's gooooo

---

{ Last time : }

You stood there for a moment, stopping dead in your tracks with wiping the neverslowing waterfall which came from your tearducts. you then frowned at her before storming out of the room.

Wednesday sunk to the ground and even her eyes got wetter than usual.

...

Wednesday couldn't help but feel bad about kicking you out of her room, Enid seizing that as a chance to console her. You couldn't help but feel bad for basically cornering Wednesday and it lasted heavily on your chest. I mean, Wednesday wasn't the person known for love or emotions, and you, who had plenty of it, couldn't help but pour your heart out. That resulted in her telling you to get out and you ending up sulking.

"What's gotten into you?", a smooth voice asked and you perked up immediately. It was Bianca. Sure, you were still hurt about Wednesday "rejecting" you, but your slutty tendencies knew no barriers and so you only answered: "You. In my head. Giving you head."

And of course, you earned a disgusted look from the second hottest girl in school. Internally, Bianca was kind of...flattered? But very flustered by your blunt and pery words, and still she chose to flirt back.

"Oh, but at least try to get to know me better."

Even though you'd really like to flirt back and firth until she was a blushing mess, you sighed before telling her the truth. "And, well, that's why I'm here.", you finished, before lifting your head and closing your eyes. Bianca sat down next to you and watched you for a while. When you opened your eyes again and noticed her presence, you yelped. "What the fuck? Why didn't you say anything?", you asked, scared but at the same time amazed on how sneakily Bianca could spawn next to you. She was just as quiet as Wednesday, if not more, and you found a little admiration for the young siren. "I thought you knew that I was still here because you didn't hear retreating footsteps.", she only deadpanned, eyeing you with her glowing eyes.

That made you a fool out of yourself and you laughed dryly. "Oh yeah, you're right...but, um. Sorry if it's mean or rude, but...why are you still here? Don't you have your friends to hang out with or some club to attend?"

Your question came out of carefulness but also curiosity, because the Bianca, the siren of your school, the girl who hated "your" and Wednesday's guts just sat the fuck down next to you and she didn't look like she'd like to stand up soon. "I wanted to get to know you more,", she only exclaimed before taking out her biology book and advising you to do the same. "Since you're shit at biology, let me help.", the popular girl said confidently, unaware of the weirdo's lexica of knowledge of every single fucking plant there is known to mankind.

"Dahlia, Moonflower, Marguerite, Daffodil, Chryantthemum, Crocus, Gerbera daisy, Pansy, Peony, Cyclamen, Calendula, Sweet Woodbine, Fox glove, How many more?", you asked after about five minutes, the lead singer looking at you with a dumbfounded expression. "Why do you know all this? I thought you were the stupid one from you and Wednesday?"

You only shrugged. You didn't know Bianca that much to be honest with her, because you actually were more smart than the brunette, but still you decided against sharing that with the girl sitting next to you. "I just like to make a fool out of myself and see who still respects me despite my 'stupidness', you know? That way, I can easily kick the ones secretely whispering behind my back out of my life. You, as it seems, like to manipulate people too. Any hard reasons?"

And so, you and Bianca kept chatting until it was time to go to bed. Your words stil lingered in her head, because she never felt like making herself look dumb. She just manipulated away monsters and humans alike which she didn't like. But...with Xavier, it was a whole other story.

From what I know (or what I headcannon), is, that Bianca couldn't stand having all those admirers around her, so she chose someone to be together with, and poor Xavier got in her field of sight. Soon, she manipulated him into thinking that he actually liked her, and she actually, really fell for him. But what is a love with only one side really feeling it? One-sided-love. Soon, Xavier caught up to her gaslighting and using her powers on him and broke up with her as soon as possible.

So the only question for her was...why were you manipulative? Suddenly, Bianca wanted to know more about you, your little encounter with her was not enough for the pretty siren, and so she asked you out to go somewhere private. Confused by her sudden request, you packed some weapons, and haven't even talked to Wednesday since all morning. Of course, since sharing a room with Yoko meant for Enid to come visit, but also the goth girl (=> being blackmailed by Enid to have some "quality time with friends") came along sometimes. As Enid shared all the gossip and not sparing you a glance, Wednesday stared at you packing your things.

She wanted to ask you were you were going, although she would imagine you either not anwering, saying that it's none of her business, or trying to apologize, which was neither the time nor place to talk, especially with Enid in the room, where you were sure that she'd claw your eyeballs out the moment Wednesday said so, but you found her little threats adoring. I mean, Enid still hadn't caught on what you exactly are, and it seemed like Wednesday didn't tell her.

What the goth girl also couldn't stand in your presence was you stuffing your bag with meaningless stuff like homework and some books, but that wasn't the center of her attention; your ass was. Even though she couldn't exactly explain why your butt was so intoxiacating- maybe because it was packed in a nice pair of jeans, or that it was juicy- or simply your ass. Either way, Wednesday couldn't bring herself to look away. and when you turned around, finished with stuffing the bag, she saw your tits. In a nice top with long sleeves, but with a low cleavage. Wednesday had small boobs, yes, but yours were simply huge and she often found herself wanting to sleep on them or touch them. Now, in a full display like this, she didn't want you to go.

"Where are you going.", she demanded to know, and to her surprise, you smiled. "Somewehere, they said it was a surprise.", you calmly answered.

"They?"

"Well, I haven't asked about Bianca's pronouns yet."

That made the girl look at you perplexed. Even Enid and Yoko stopped their conversation. "Bianca?", Wednesday only made out, Enid about to attack you verbally. Of course, you didn't care for what a rainbow bitch like her said who has only once trandsformed into a werewolf in her entire lifetime.

"Well, they asked me to go somewhere with them, so I guess I'll go.", you muttered, about to take your leave. But, to everyone's surprise, the brunette held your hand. Her eyes were cold but warming up with concern. "Should I come too?", she asked silently with her eyes. You only gave her a little shake before taking her hand off gently. Before you made it out of the dorm, you looked at Wednesday with a sorrowful expression. That meant you said you were sorry. If only you'd look a little longer, you could've seen her well hidden, shy response.

...

"What took you so long?", the singer asked the manipulator.

"Be happy that I even decided to fuckin' show up, maybe?", you retorted.

Bianca rolled her eyes before leading you up a hill. "What's your favourite hobby?" "Have none." "Reading? Sport? Going out?" "Nope"

She felt kind of disrespected of you not asking about her hobbies as well, and when she lead your attention towards her issue, you only snickered. "I already know your hobbies. You like to fence a lot, 'queen bee', you sing beautifully and you also attend many clubs. That's all the information I have about you and I'm satisfied about that."

"Yeah, but-what about favourite food??" "Fast food." "Come on." "I like to take shitty care of my body you know?" "Can you stop lying to me?" "Only if you tell me why the fuck you've brought me to a fucking farm.", you calmly stated, watching sheeps wander around the nice view.

Bianca swivelled around, a panicked expression on her face. "Shit...we must've taken a wrong turn somewhere...", she muttered, looking around frantically. "You wanted to go to the cinema with me, right?", you instead asked calmly before taking her hand and leading her out of this place. All the while, Bianca told you to let got of her hand so that she could call somebody or some other shit she explained but you only lead her into the heart of the place; Now, you and her were in a field full of some flowers you had to count prior and it was very beautiful.

"Wow...", she only made out, looking fondly at the many flowers. you breathed in the nice smell before sitting down on a place that was mostly dark stone or grass. "Sit.", you demanded playfully, patting the spot next to you and inviting her over. Still, the siren had a few questions. "How do you know this place?"

"I often go here when I want to be alone from everything. It's a nice place, isn't it?"

"Yes, it actually is. Say...you're not mad about all that?"

"What, that you couldn't have brought me to the cinema, meaning that you have zero orientation skilss and are so the perfect target when going out or that I brought you to my hideout and now having none anymore?" (you had plenty of hideouts left, you just wanted to make her feel bad.)

At that, she fell silent. You smirked. "I mean, you could repay me with something...!"

...

Wednesday knocked on your dorm room, a week after that conversation about you two. Even though there were also Enid and Yoko, she and you were the ones talking and she wanted to try and talk to you again.

"Oh? wednesday, what brings you here?", you muttered, after you answered the door a few seconds later- too late for the brunette's liking. "Is there somebody else in the room?"

You looked behind you, noticing that Bianca left. "Not anymore", you sighed. "Again; what brings you here." Were you annoyed? the girl in front of you averted her eyes, unsure where to look. She'd just noticed you were in showy clothes again, and you had a few dark spots across your neck and your cheeks were a little too red- "I see you're together with somebody now. May I know who it is?" "Do you promise not to kill the person?" "It depends."

"When it 'depends', then I'm not telling you." "Okay, I won't."

"It's Bianca. And you've just ruined a heated makeout session."

Silence filled the air.

Oh.

"I'm sor-" "You're not. You're jealous."

"Well, in that case...I guess I'll go.", she said, making her way to her room. you stood in your room and sighed.

You didn't even love Bianca.

You also didn't love wednesday.

No, you didn't even know if you could love anybody. If anything, that would only be admiration. But...you liked being together with people, but not the love.

You went more for the pleasure.

And as those tears of fear, of not being able to even love a person properly made itself known in your soul, you broke down and cried.

---

How was that? I kinda made it weird in the end but meh.

I actually didn't want you to end up with anybody, because I don't really like love stories. I like it when there's a conflict where it ends with parting, not bonding.

So, if I'd put you and Wednesday together, you, who is a manipulator and Wednesday who never tells you anything about how she feels or what she has on her mind would be a shitty relationship. all you simply felt for her was admiration, because you wanted to be next to her...not...with her.

Bianca was a manipulator just like you. and even though she was capable of loving, you weren't and that would end up just like her story with Xavier, so...no love for you.

#Wednesday #Wednesday x reader #Wednesday x you #wednesday netflix #enid sinclair #wednesday cast #bianca wednesday #xavier #xavier x reader #bianca x reader

[danglovely]

Regrading Taskmaster: S06E05 H.

*Score changes noted in parenthesis.

This is the "I'm Alex Horne and I support apartheid" episode.

Yup.

Prize Task: The Sturdiest Thing

They actually are disgusting, aren't they?

Greg defines "sturdy" as whether it would survive him falling on it from 15 feet. This is arbitrary, but it does raise an important question: sturdiest by expectations or in totality? I'm of the mind that totality governs here, otherwise it would be "the most surprisingly sturdy thing."

Tim's plastic dog actually seems kind of difficult to break. Eggs are famously easy to break, to the point where you have to actually be mindful to not break them. I think I could kill a donkey pretty easily. I don't want to . . . but I could. Alice does a plastic greenhouse, which is sturdy against some things. Unfortunately, I immediately thought of how easy it is to get through it with a knife and then began to think about how I could get through it with my bare hands.

Russell's brother's calves are crazy well defined. I'm not really sure how to categorize this one because they would probably be difficult to tear into, but he could tear them by exerting too much effort.

I think the way to go is Asim last (easy), then Alice, then Liza, then Russell, then Tim. It's not the easiest designation, but I'll find a way to sleep at night.

Alice: 2 (-2) Asim: 1 (0) Liza: 3 (-2) Russell: 4 (+1) Tim: 5 (+3)

VT 01: Without leaving the caravan, work out how long this piece of string is. Most accurate answer wins.

I might do it in lobsters.

No one really seemed to know the trick that your wingspan is about the same length as your height.

We're gonna knock Alice out of contention right away. Absolute shit workaround attempt. No interpretation of the task means that you can cut your own desired length of string and measure that. It clearly meant the length of string that existed at the time the task was read.

We get the mess of imperial and metric measurements. Asim says 500 ft. (152.4 m.). Russell says 31 m. (101.706 ft.). Liza cuts the string off from the spool, which I'm a little more willing to consider, because it's semi-reasonable that the task could be referring to the unwound string. However. she doesn't even say which piece of string she's guessing when she says "4 miles" (21120 ft., 6437.38 m.), so she's getting the same treatment as everybody else (not that it would matter). Alice's guess is 5'7".

Tim uses a lobster and I'm actually not sure how he did it, because it doesn't feel like he's taking into account that both sides of the lobster would be a foot. He does it though. He says a lobster is a .98 feet and he guesses 308 lobsters.

Alex does round up in lobsters and down in string for Tim. It doesn't affect the scoring though. This is a very long-winded way to say that they got it right.

Alice: 2 Asim: 4 Liza: 1 Russell: 3 Tim: 5

VT 02: Pull this tablecloth off the table. Most eggs left unbroken on the table wins. You have one attempt and may not tamper with the table, tablecloth, or eggs.

Heh. Eggs.

Aren't they tampering with the tablecloth by removing it?

Task doesn't say "fastest wins."

They all nail it and honestly, I'd love for them to show more tasks where they all nail it.

Alice: 5 Asim: 5 Liza: 5 Russell: 5 Tim: 5

Team Task: Find the link then do it exactly 100 times.

Have we ever had a clearer metaphor for the plight of women through the ages?

This is the only time we see the back of the lab (revealing it's just a bedroom). Nothing to be said that wasn't said during broadcast.

Alex says the team of three was at 8:07. Team Funk did it in 11:18. Greg doesn't split the points anymore, but I do.

Team Funk: 2 (-1) Team of Three: 3 (-2)

VT 04: Pull off the most elaborate trick shot.

Look at the crazy trick.

Oh, this one gets me salty. Liza deserved last so much because she used the crew and no one would believe that was an actual trick shot. Somehow, I'm putting Alice above her, because she was at least honest about what she was doing.

It's kind of more difficult to evaluate Russell's mess of challenges versus Tim & Asim's Goldberg machines. "Elaborate" means "carefully arranged" and I think Russell's feels a little more haphazard. Tim's machine is better than Asim's (and is named after a pun) so that's that.

Alice: 2 (+1) Asim: 4 (+2) Liza: 1 (-3) Russell: 3 (0) Tim: 5 (0)

Live Task: Throw as many eggs onto the shelves as possible. You must lie flat on your bed at all times. Most eggs on the shelves wins.

No condition about being broken or intact. There's actually not even a condition about whether they have to stay there (though tough grading if they don't). Asim also steals an egg from Liza, which I'm very okay with.

I'm also very much okay with how Alex scored this.

Alice: 1 Asim: 2 Liza: 5 Russell: 4 Tim: 4

F I N A L

Alice: 14 Asim: 19 Liza: 18 Russell: 21 Tim: 27

I arrive at the same conclusion as Alex and Greg, Tim deserves a win. I'm giving him his second, where they give him his first.

#taskmaster #tm regrade #alice levine #asim chaudhry #liza tarbuck #russell howard #tim vine #greg davies #alex horne

[spaceorphan18]

Can you share your Glee knowledge, please? When Glee was airing who were the most popular characters? Was Rachel popular as a female lead? I know Kurt was popular, but was he more in TOP 10 or TOP 3 in popularity? Was Blaine very popular? I read he was the most popular character, someone else said it is not true. Was Santana very popular or she is more popular now? Who is more, and who is less, popular than before?

So - I'm going to be honest with you, Nonny, this isn't an easy question to answer. Partly - because when I got into Glee fandom, I zeroed in on Kurt and Blaine and didn't spend a whole lot of time in spaces that weren't devoted to them, and partly because the Glee fandom had such a universally huge appeal, it's kind of hard to track how people felt about it.

I think that near the beginning of the show Kurt was easily one of the most popular characters (if not the most popular). But General Fandom had spaces for everyone, and I think you could easily find pockets of fandoms for every character on the show. I mean even Will/Emma had a following. I really can't tell you /how/ popular each character was in the early days. It's a shame that Glee Forum was taken down -- you could have gone there and seen who had the longest threads.

The thing, also, that became bigger than the character itself was shipping. I think that people found their ship and stayed on it -- more so than the characters individually. Or at least where I ended up most of the time. For example -- I'm not really sure how much Rachel was liked? (I know that Lea was divisive even then -- and a lot of people, including the media, wasn't that big a fan of hers.) But Finchel was a relatively popular ship, as was Faberry.

In the same vein as most popular - it's hard to say who was the most unpopular. Disregarding shipping wars - I'd say that Puck was probably the least talked about? (Of the main cast) But he still had a decent number of fans.

As for Santana -- I don't know that she became that popular until her coming out story starting in the second half of season 2. She and Brittany had a small (but rather vocal) fan base that grew during the middle of the show's run. Brittana became a legit thing because of them -- and I think Brittana stayed a couple because of the vocal fan base. I don't know if Brittana fans are larger in number now? But I think they're the most vocal and visible now on social media -- namely TikTok, I believe.

I do know, that out of F/F ships -- Faberry was the most popular. I can't tell you why -- what it was about Rachel/Quinn that the fans enjoyed more so than the actual F/F ship on the show, but it was a huge thing. It could be the tropes of enemies to lovers combined with good girl/bad girl? It could be that Brittany and Santana were less developed, and also mean girls? I have no idea.

Then there's Blaine. And the stuff about Blaine is (fascinatingly) complex, so the rest of this is going under a cut.

The thing about Blaine comes down to the popularity of Kurt -- and how fandom was working at the time. I can't understate how popular Kurt was the first couple of years -- and how much shipping was also a huge factor in online fandom.

At the time, Kurt was shipped with everyone - Puck, Mike, Karofsky, Sam, everyone. And then Blaine came along.

Now you have to keep in mind -- Darren Criss came on board with a fandom of his own. Which actually annoyed people, so you already have a divide with the character from the beginning.

The Blaine and the Warblers story line was generally liked -- among the General Audience, and critics, and even in fandom Klaine was always the most popular of the Kurt ships.

But then the great Kurt fandom divide happened -- you had;

A) Kurt Stans - who liked Kurt and foremost, and the ones who kept this label the longest got cranky when shipping took precedent. They eventually turned into the leaders of the lol!Blaine/Darren Criss stuff -- and were pretty much anti-Blaine everything, but that really picked up around Season 4 (which I'll talk about in a second.)

B) Other Kurt Ship fans - look, Kurt/Karofsky and Kurt/Sam were huge back in Season 2. The shipping wars were huge, and I still have stories.... lol

C) Klaine fans - which were by far the biggest group. There was also a subsection who, unfortunately, became the tinhatters.

D) Blaine Stans - who started out mostly being Darren Criss fans that came into the show through him.

So, Blaine was popular, but also divisive because there were people who didn't like him, didn't want him with Kurt, etc, etc.

Season 3 was kind of rough for everyone -- the General Audience stopped watching, the story lines were not great, and also spread too thin among the big cast of characters, and the Media was officially over it.

And then Season 4 happened. The biggest thing that made Blaine a divisive character was the cheating. The Better Boyfriend Olympics had started in Season 3, but ooff, Season 4 everyone was pushed to either the Kurt side or the Blaine side. And if you remained a Klainer -- you were a 12yo, or a tinhatter. (Omg, this time was the worst.) Blaine also got a lot more screen time in Season 4 -- where I do think he got more people who enjoyed his story more than Kurt's. But, as I said, I think most of the GA was gone by then, and the fandoms between Kurt and Blaine were fairly equal and war-ing with each other. Constantly.

By the time Seasons 5 and 6 came around, I think in fandom, things were more or less the same - the BBO never really stopped. You had Kurt fans against Blaine fans. I think, though, they were so entwined with each other, though, if you asked an outside, they'd be of equal-ish popularity. Kurt, because he was an original character, and the most fleshed out, I think still had the upper hand in popularity, but idk, Blaine had/has his own hefty group of fans, too.

Also, in years since, Chris has faded from the public view, and Darren hasn't - so I feel like I see more Blaine fans around then Kurt fans.

I will say - that by the end of the run, I found my group of elders, who enjoyed both (even if some had preference over one actor over the other) and have stayed in my lane for the most part.

Anyway, I don't know if that answers your question (I didn't really get into the nuances of each time period) but that's the general break down. I guess the tl;dr answer is that, yes Blaine was a popular character, but he was also divisive.

#that's how s.o. sees it #fandom history #i suppose i'm the gleek historian now #fandom used to be so big - how did we get here? lol

[hotforharrison]

It's been about a week, and I'm back to the cathartic land of the void.

Out of the 371 tracks on the Spotify Taylor Swift Complete Collection playlist, the shuffle feature chose probably the sole and single one that could reduce me to a crying mess -- happiness from evermore.

I had listened to it exactly once when the album came out before I decided I wasn't going to listen to it again because it felt vaguely like some things that were starting to go on with my marriage.

I didn't add it to my liked songs and completely forgot it existed until shuffle thrust it upon me today.

It went from vague to some of it being very clear and applicable.

I know it's not supposed to be a sad song, but I'm still clinging desperately to my wishful thinking and not ready to give up yet. I've been with him almost half my life, and I don't know how to just let that go when I have even the tiniest sliver of hope left.

I so easily upset him and ruin our time together, with things that wouldn't elicit the some response if it were his girlfriend in my position. I know it's because of all the heartache I've caused him in the past, that his fuse when it comes to me has shortened over the years and only has the tiniest bit left. He didn't deny it.

I admitted to him that I spend all of my time with him walking on eggshells, questioning everything I'm going to do or say in my mind, and still fail consistently. He told me it wasn't healthy to live that. I told him that I know.

Everything about this is hard, but the hardest thing is seeing him have that happiness that used to be ours, that I want more than anything to recapture and have again.

We were each other's person for a lot of years -- years that I took for granted until they abruptly ended last fall. Now, he has a new person, and she has him, and they have happiness.

I have what feels like a gaping wound in my chest and only a box of cheap off brand bandaids to tend to it.

We'd always had a sexually open relationship since we met in person for the first time and started long distance dating, but we transitioned into a polyamorous one 9 years ago.

While my husband has had a number of girlfriends and women he's seen over the years, I stopped trying to date anyone else 8 years ago, after I found and briefly had my second "boyfriend" ever (my husband being the first). "Boyfriend" is a term I use very loosely for that relationship.

And here I sit 8 years later, once again wanting to find a boyfriend, with the term not used loosely this time around.

I'm not going to start trying to date again until I've lost quite a bit more weight.

I told my husband to be honest with me and asked him what he would think if he met me today for the first time. He said he would have found me sweet and fun to talk to, but I wouldn't be on his dating radar.

He didn't answer in an unkind way, and I'm not upset with him for how he feels.

I mean I also have an upper limit, based on what activities the person can do. If we can't spend a day at, like, the natural science museum or zoo or aquarium or a larger mall or something along those lines and walk around there without constantly stopping, it's a compatibility issue.

As far as my current progress goes -- my highest weight was 352.8 lbs. I started on September 22 of last year at 340.6 lbs. My 2024 starting weight was 309.1 lbs. My last weigh in was on March 1 at 295.4 lbs. Before my ankle surgery was scheduled for January 19, I wanted to get into the 280s at some point in February, which unsurprisingly didn't happen when I was unable to walk a single step for several weeks.

I obviously still have a very long way to go to get down to a healthier weight. The upper range for me being a "healthy" BMI at my height is 169 lbs.

I've been pretty on point with my moderate keto diet for months now, but there's an unfortunate limit that's been placed on me for activity.

My foot and ankle doctor said I'm not allowed to start working out until I'm cleared to do so. The soonest that would possibly be is my 12 week follow up on April 8. Over a month away.

I was cleared to walk again a week ago tomorrow, though, and I've been doing that in moderation.

For the first few days, my stupid calves were killing me after not being used for several weeks. Adding in multiple stretching sessions a day and massaging them helped clear that up. That pain is fortunately 100% gone now like it never existed in the first place.

I wasn't expecting to, but I'm definitely not getting in those 10,000 step days I aimed for last year. So far, it's been a "good" day if I do 3,000 or so steps, and it's been up in the air for whether I end up regretting it the next day or not.

My goal is to gradually up the daily steps starting this week with a baseline of 3000 increased by 50 steps per day, and dial back if the swelling and pain flare up.

On an unrelated note, I also wrote another 2000-ish words over the last week for one of the Harrison fics I was working on. The story is unfortunately not to that point chronologically yet, though, so for now it's a future snippet. It was very clear in my head, and I didn't want to lose it, so into the a new future chapter document it went.

[tokiro07]

Cipher Academy ch.53 thoughts

[Solve. Die. Repeat.]

(Contents: reminiscing, character analysis - Omomuro and Iroha, thematic analysis - victory, speculation)

Oh man, this might just be my favorite chapter so far, and none of my best girls were even really in it! We love a good bookend in this house

I'm actually pretty miffed that Nisio included a Kogoe Lesson to explain the parallel to the Q5, it doesn't leave me with a lot to talk about. Maybe that's supposed to be insight into Kogoe's character, but it kind of feels like Nisio wasn't confident that people would remember a chapter from literally a year ago

But I do remember that chapter and I remember it very fondly. Q5 was the first puzzle I actually tried to solve in this story, and I got really into it! I got a pencil and paper, I did research, I tackled it from every angle I could trying to understand it. Sure, I ended up being wildly off base for the actual method of solving it, but for a moment, I was just like Iroha. I was just as invested and had just as much fun trying to crack the code by myself, of my own power. If I hadn't gotten hung up on one little inconsistency in my own logic, I might have actually been able to figure it out too! I still wouldn't have been able to figure out what the answer meant since I wouldn't be able to translate it, but it ended up not mattering anyway, the act of solving it was what mattered in this instance

This chapter is my favorite because it's a beautiful little benchmark for how far we've come. Iroha isn't the one struggling to solve the question, he's the one posing it and was able to think of it practically on the fly rather than taking several hours to do so. Maybe only a couple months have passed in story, but Iroha has grown so much in the last year without ever losing what made him who he is: he's confident and clever now in a way he never really was back then, but he's still just as kind and honest

Like Iroha says, it was because of Q5 that he was able to make it this far. With the exception of Q3 (which Iroha didn't solve at all), the first four code were all solved using the Glasses Weapon, which makes sense on the basis that Iroha was only just starting out. Q5, easily the hardest code he'd faced yet, was the first one he had to solve completely on his own, and it showed him both that he was capable of solving codes and that he enjoyed doing so, a crucial part of his success going forward. There were very few codes that he ever used Glasses Weapons to solve after that, the only ones I can immediately recall being the dancer and the maze to decide the brackets for the CLP tournament. Other than that, he's made every effort to solve codes honestly, which allowed him to grow in a way that using a cheat system never would have

It also makes sense that Iroha looks up to Omomuro so much specifically, even ignoring how she inspired him with Q5. They're pretty great foils for each other: Iroha is a feminine man with the drive to be a leader but still often has to rely on his followers, Omomuro is a masculine woman (a lot like Amvicious) who only sees herself as a follower but often insists on acting alone. Even now, Iroha is fighting to make sure everyone makes it out in one piece, while Omomuro is letting herself fall to pieces so that one person, Toshusai, can succeed. Iroha wants no sacrifices if he can help it, but just like Omomuro, he's the type who will throw himself into the line of fire if it means giving someone else the chance to survive. The key difference, though, is that Iroha isn't throwing himself away when he does that, he's just putting himself on the line with the hope and confidence that he can make it to the other side unscathed, while Omomuro isn't concerned with her own wellbeing at all

Finally, the result of this code battle is the diametric opposite of the previous as well: Iroha went over the time limit, but still solved the code, technically making it a draw, while this time, Omomuro solved the code flawlessly but admitted defeat, technically meaning that both sides won. A stalemate on a technicality and a victory through mutual benefit; we may still be in the Friendship arc, but Nisio won't shy away from discussing the theme of Victory

Since this isn't the first time that Iroha has won through the opponent solving his code (ch.13, Iroha tricks Nohime into apologizing to Toshusai), I'm getting the feeling that the Victory arc of this story is going to pull similar tricks along the way. No-win scenarios for Iroha or others, Pyrrhic victories, hidden safety nets; the possibilities are endless, and Nisio is rarely, if ever, going to be straightforward with it, but as he's been saying the entire series, it's only a victory if everyone makes it home alive

I hope everyone loved this chapter as much as I did, and I hope to be able to touch base like this with our cast next year

Until next time

#cipher academy #fouryearsandananime #4y1a reviews

[zooophagous]

Strauss lay on his back on his bed, listening to the muted tones of Pink Floyd's 'Dark Side of the Moon' album on repeat. The comfortable familiarity of the beats consumed his senses and left his rational thought to wander freely. There were a few important things on his mind, he just had to figure out in what order was best to address them with.

He wanted to humor Sylvain's request to go through her records, and his own- but there were a couple of different paths to choose from to get to that point. The first option was the most obvious- subterfuge. He would have to find where the records were stored without getting caught, probably by accessing them under false pretenses; and find the two required entries and remove them without arousing suspicion. This would be very difficult to do while being watched, so he would have to find a way to break in when security was not manning the cameras and steal what he wanted.

Or, he could go the alternate route: come clean, tell them plainly what he wanted and why. He liked this option as it was the least likely to cause Frau Harker to shoot him, and it would also be a show of trust from him to Artemis. There were drawbacks to this however. Doing so would name drop Sylvain, who he was quite sure stood a decent chance of landing in mortal danger if Frau Harker turned her sights to her. There was also the troubling notion that when the info he wanted was handed to him, it might be redacted and lack truthfulness. He was painfully aware that others were not as open with him as he was with them.

No matter how close he tried to get. He grunted and rolled over onto his side. Sylvain was a stranger, yes, and one with an axe to grind. She was also a vampire, like himself, but 'better' she had claimed. Better at what, he wasn't sure, it probably had to do with her being able to feed freely without guilt, taking what she wanted to bolster her own strength- but he couldn't just set the proverbial dogs on her so easily. The death of a stranger was always heavy, which had made him a very, very skinny vampire. What was worse, if a fight were to break out between the two parties, someone in the Institute could also be hurt. Not just Frau Harker but perhaps her apprentices, or even Artemis or Troy if things went very wrong. The interest in nobody getting hurt was enough to kill honesty in his mind. If it came down to lies versus bloodhsed, it would have to be lies.

There was however the issue, of what kind of lies? He wasn't good at lying. If anything, he were too honest, and when presented with a question he did not want to speak to truthfully, preferred to shut it down with a firm 'no' rather than invent an answer. This lie would have to get him an excuse to enter the area where records were kept. It would have to be important enough to justify getting security clearance, yet casual enough not to elicit further questioning. Once he knew where to look, he could begin planning his 'heist.'

He reached over to his nightstand and hit 'stop' on the CD player. The music went silent. He sat up on the edge of the bed and took a breath. He didn't need to, but old habits, like himself, died hard. He slid into his slippers and set off looking for Frau Harker. She was in her office, grading papers while flicking through security screens. These dull tasks must have driven her insane with monotony, it would explain why she was so seldom in a good mood.

"Frau Harker?" He knocked quietly at the door frame. "Forgive my intrusion. When you are not busy, there is another item I would like to look for in the library."

"Again? You couldn't have brought it up the other night when we were back there? What is it this time?"

He swallowed hard. "I was wondering how complete the records were for the Institute. I am looking to find information on a name, a specific name, Viktor Pietsch." Was he sweating? He was sure he felt himself sweating. The name of course was fake, but alphabetically similar enough to 'Pietra' to find the correct drawer, or so he hoped.

"And who is this Viktor Pietsch?"

"Ah... he was... one of the vampires that, that murdered me, you see." He cleared his throat. "The only one whose name I remember. I was curious if the church had ever managed to slay the bastard." He curled his lips into a mean snarl as he spoke. Hopefully it made him look suitably serious.

Ursula paused and set aside her stack of papers. "You didn't think it was important to name drop this individual before?"

"Please understand, it is a very difficult subject for me to think about, let alone talk about. I had to do much convincing to myself to even ask permission to look."

She paused, then sighed, and got up from her chair. "Fine. Come with me. If he's in our records, we'll be able to see if he's been taken down either by us or by any affiliate organization. Older records can be spotty, so don't get your hopes up."

His shoulders relaxed, even while his hands shook terribly. He stuffed them into his jeans pockets and followed behind her. "Danke, Frau Harker. I hope perhaps I will get good news, and put these bad thoughts to rest. I should sleep easier after this."

"Bad dreams, Strauss? I hear vampires are prone to them. Ask the nurse for some melatonin if it continues." She led him back into the library through the hall. All of the metal filing cabinets looked much the same to him, but Ursula seemed to know just where to begin. The filing cabinets were, like most important things in this library, locked. Damn. He not only had to break in, but now also steal keys. That was less than ideal.

"Is this name P-I-E or P-E-I?"

"P-I-E, I believe."

"Here. Start with this drawer." She unlocked the cabinet and slid it open. A thick wall of manila folders and papers lay before him. It was stuffed full, and dotted with paper clips and the yellow and pink tips of post it notes and carbon paper. "Well, start looking. You can read."

"Right." He knelt down and began meticulously going through the entries with the tips of his claws. Petra... Petri... Pieta... he slowed down. Suddenly, there it was, in blue ballpoint pen. "Pietra, Sylvain."

He bit his lip, and thumbed right past it. To linger on it would be to draw suspicion to it. He knew where it was, that was that, he had what he needed. Now he had to complete the ruse. "Hmmm." He looked up at Ursula from his spot on the floor.

"Regrettably, I am not finding dear Viktor in these records."

"Shame. That sometimes does happen when it's a vampire that old." She shrugged. "Once a record goes inactive, after a certain amount of time it is placed into storage. If Mr. Pietsch is not an active record, it either means he was slain by a known agent many years ago and was placed into storage after becoming irrelevant, has otherwise dropped off the face of the earth and his file has become inactive, or he was never known to the institute to begin with. The only way to know is to look in permanent storage, and I am sorry but I do not have time to take you there today."

"No, you have done enough. Danke, Frau Harker. I will bring it up with one of the interns and perhaps on their down time they will humor me by looking for it."

"Hmph. Those are MY interns you know. Don't distract them from their actual work too much."

She locked the file cabinet and led Strauss back out of the library. As he went, he glanced behind him, committing the location of the correct row of cabinets to memory. His own file was likely also nearby, though he didn't know exactly where. No matter. He had information, now he just needed an actual plan.

Perhaps some kind of distraction? But what could be big enough to draw all of security off the cameras long enough for him to make a move? Perhaps it wasn't a 'what' he needed, but a 'who.' Who was big enough, dangerous enough, hairy enough to draw all of security in an instant? Who was friendly to the cause, trustworthy and perhaps just curious enough to see how this played out?

When this was over, and he had the records he wanted in hand, he was sure he would owe Herr Cunningham many large favors.

#writing #wayward souls

[struggle-but-its-all-ocean-floor]

he didn't have any song in particular that he related to and that they weren't autobiographical.

Honestly I think he just said that so that fans don't freak out lol. Did you see how fans were asking him why he was looking at the actress in the music video 💀 he had to say that he was a robot just following the directors orders. Some fans are immature and crazy

I don't get why some fans never trust anything the boys say when it comes to dating or anything else fans make assumptions on - if BTS don't say what Armys expect, then they're lying... I thought Armys trusted BTS? One thing is to be asked point blank if you are dating and another is to volunteer that information. I agree that we can't really trust some of the answers BTS give in interviews because we know they can't refuse to answer but they have the right to not reveal or conceal the truth, which means they may lie, even by omission. In this case, Jungkook chose to answer a fan on Stationhead. He could have easily ignored her or answered the question from a different angle (for example, romantic love has a lot in common with other type of relationships, he could've said he wanted the kind of love portrayed in his songs, etc.). Jungkook chose to answer the fan when he didn't have to. Why would he reply only to lie when it would've been far easier not to say anything? Because he didn't want fans to freak out about the lyrics that he chose to release knowing it would trigger fans in some way? He's said in multiple interviews now that the songs don't tell his stories - duh, he didn't write them, those who did don't know him, and he only selected the songs, probably before they even had lyrics. Some fans are immature and crazy, but I trust BTS to be honest with us whenever they can. He had no reason to lie. Some fans always want to believe BTS are fucking a different person every week or in relationships. The fans who refuse to believe BTS aren't dating have a lot more in common with the fans who refuse to believe BTS are dating than they'd like to admit.

Also, the lyrics in Golden are lowkey bullshit. 3D is about hooking up with someone you met online, which isn't necessarily a universal experience. Then we have really specific songs about breakups that don't line up storytelling wise (Too Sad to Dance, Shot Glass of Tears, Hate You). Golden doesn't tell a coherent story about a relationship, with a lot of the lyrics contracting each other. It makes it hard to connect to the lyrics (and the songs) because they're all random. Imo, while some love songs are relatable, regardless of the romantic relationship you have/had, or don't have, Golden has crappy lyrics. I'd say the most relatable/impactful lyrics are Seven (Clean Ver.), SNTY, and Hate You - this coming from someone who's never been in a relationship.

About the actress, what was he supposed to answer??? You think he was thinking "Oh I want to fuck her?" or "Oh, she's so attractive I want to ask her out?" when he shot the scene?? First, that would've been a very disrespectful thing to say about the actress; secondly, he literally didn't know her; thirdly, he was surrounded by cameras, so it wasn't exactly romantic; and, fourthly, Jungkook doesn't like acting or know how to act, which is probably why his mind was "blank". The director told him to act a certain way and he did. I'm sure Jungkook's mind wasn't literally blank but he would've had no issue telling that fan he'd been trying to communicate the intensity of his feelings/tell the story of the MV, etc.. I'm sure Jungkook knows fans get jealous, but why do you assume he's trying to appease those fans? He's awkward and shy around people he doesn't know, and shooting something with strangers isn't exactly intimate, like plenty of actors have said. Jungkook answered a similar question about the female dancers in 3D. He knew the fans were jealous about him being pushed by the female dancers, but he didn't really get why because he naturally felt awkward being pushed by, and holding eye contact with, people he didn't know well.

Why can't we just accept Jungkook's words? Sometimes I feel I must be very naive to actually trust the boys and not just say "Trust BTS" and then twist almost everything they say. We know they've lied or omitted stuff from us before, to protect themselves and even us, but why assume they're lying when they say something that goes against what he believe, especially if it's something so small?

#ask #bts #jungkook #text

[losttinwritings]

because i had you

[cc!Quackity x Fem!Reader] [chpt.5]

SUMMARY: In which Quackity is left reminiscing about his past relationship with his ex-girlfriend after their breakup.

WARNINGS: mainly angst, um crying and mentions of moving on? there's like no fluff here sorry guys

A-N: gonna be completely honest, i literally just wrote whatever popped into my head at the time of writing this. So sorry, if some parts don't make much sense or match the lyrics lol. Also I'm back to writing from my tablet again now :) as I now have a keyboard for it so it's easier than my phone lol

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Quackity sat cooped up in a corner booth of a diner he'd found when wandering through random streets with no real place in mind. He felt tired as he sat there, awaiting the hot drink the wait staff had yet to bring out to him. His thoughts were jumbled, a mess if you will. He couldn't focus on something for one moment without drawing it back to you somehow. God, he missed you a lot. He missed when he could rely on you to help him with ideas for his streams or just plain youtube videos for his channel, when he hadn't any clue what to do himself.

Maybe it was some pretty unfortunate timing for him, when he suddenly heard the sound of laughter of two people coming closer and closer. He knew he definitely couldn't mistake for anyone else. It was so familiar to him, that he could easily remember the last time, he'd heard it directed towards him. He knew he probably shouldn't look up from where he had rested his eyes upon the table before him. It was surely a completely bad idea, it would most likely hurt him more. But yet, it was like some part of him told him to and without warning his eyes lifted up and to the sudden familiar sound.

Fuck, he wished he didn't. As stood right at the very entrance, just about to enter the small, yet busy cafe he resided in, was you. But you were not alone, in fact he briefly glanced behind you to the quite attractive person behind you. Who were they? Was one of the many questions that flew through his thoughts just then. Surely, it wasn't a date right? Quackity wouldn't admit it but he did feel a little bit of hope that maybe you were just there as friends. Yet, as he examined you two further, that bit of hope died and he felt his heart sink a little in his chest. He watched as the person beside you, carefully grabbed your hand and pulled you inside to a table on the opposite side of the diner.

To be honest, Quackity had no clue why he still felt sad when he silently observed you on your date with another person, that wasn't him, might he add. The fight/breakup was a month or two ago, he knew that you were allowed to see other people now and go on dates with them. He knew he should probably move on now too, if you were so clearly doing so. Then again, he couldn't help the next things to flood into his thoughts. Did you even love him? Did you even regret storming out of that door that day? Hell, were you even heartbroken over the fact that you had lost what you had with him? All these sudden thoughts, he desperately wanted answers too, and yet he had simply had none.

The raven-haired boy only snapped back to reality when he heard the footsteps of someone approaching his table. He felt his eyes suddenly move from where they were previously locked onto you, and drift to the figure near him now. It was only the waitress, bringing him his hot beverage. He murmured a quick 'thank you' towards her, and watched her scurry off in a hurry to collect more orders. He grabbed the warm mug and brought it closer towards himself. Perhaps, he should be glad that the waitress arrived when she did. He didn't want to risk you feeling someone staring, and turning around to find him there looking in your direction. That would be embarrassing on his part, and he didn't want to come off as a total creep or stalker.

Alex wasn't sure if he could keep sitting there, a few booths down from where you and your date now sat. He couldn't help but frown at the sounds of laughter that spilled from your lips, making his heart carefully ache. What was stopping him from simply getting up from his seat? What was stopping him from going up to the counter and asking for his drink in a takeaway cup? Genuinely, he didn't even know himself. Clearly, he didn't think he was ready to be in the same proximity to you. If he left right now, he knew it would save him from a whole lot more heartbreak. But, as he sat there and slowly took small sips of the beverage that was currently situated between his fingers and heating up his palms. The sun's rays of light gently beaming in through the large window to the side of him, he couldn't help but allow his thoughts to continue to roam.

He couldn't compare to whoever that was sat opposite you, making you smile like that. Making you smile and laugh, just like how he used to do. Atleast, he fully believed and thought that he couldn't. Eventually, he had enough of carefully observing the couple from afar and slowly taking sips of his drink. He just wanted to leave, and so he did. He got up from where he was seated, discarding the now half-empty mug of what he had been drinking. He needed to get home anyways, he did plan on appearing on one of his friends' twitch streams later today. Carefully, adjusting the beanie that most oftenly sat upon his head of raven hair, he moved through the aisle of diner booths and towards the exit.

His actions suddenly having caught the attention, of you who had peeked up from your meal that had just arrived now. You felt a brief look of sadness flash across your face as you saw him there, about to leave the cafe. Yet, it was gone in an instant when you remembered who you were still with. Did you even really want to engage with Alex? You knew you did miss him, of course you did. Wouldn't talking to him though bring up old feelings and reopen those wounds from that night? probably, so you didn't risk it. You both would be on the road to healing from that relationship, so talking to him right now you doubted would change anything between you two. So you sat there, attempting to fight the urge to call his name and go after him, while he slowly exited the building and onto the street.

You're with somebody I can't be, yeah

#Spotify #series #angst #because i had you #x reader #fanfiction #mcyt #alex quackity #alex quackity x reader #quackity x reader #quackity #imagines #mcyt x reader

[lunaetis]

@ardenssolis asked :

"Herta seems quite interested in you, which in itself, is very odd. That woman only cares about things that are worth caring about, which brings to question why she seems so intent on you assisting in her research." He figured something was off about Eden, could sense it when his eyes instantly landed upon her from a distance, but the question was why? "What exactly have you been doing for her?"

unprompted. || always accepting

─「エデン」─  when his voice broke the silence between them, the TRAILBLAZER immediately had her eyes turned towards him. every single syllable, despite sounding casual, was well-crafted and carefully thought-out. AUREATE optics observed him, realizing that the sensation of the time she caught the aeon's gaze started to grow back whenever his eyes were on her. the molten gold that felt like they would consume everything in his path and wouldn't let anything out of his sight.

                " a body that could house the stellaron isn't something she had seen before. " despite her answer, her line of vision was not lifted from him. her gaze was fixated, drawn, as she watched him and followed his thinking process. it wasn't like other researchers weren't curious about the genius society member's interests in her, however, most of them chalked it under her recently given REASON, the seed of disaster inside of her.

                that wouldn't fool this one, would it ? even EDEN knew that. if he had chosen to address it out loud, that means he had given ample of time to consider it. she'd be daft to think he would buy such EXCUSE. so how much did he know ?

                " how much do you see with those eyes of yours, ozymandias ? " the TRAILBLAZER posed the question back to him. a humble researcher he had presented himself to be, yet, his vision had pierced through things others could not see. the truth about the SIMULATED UNIVERSE wasn't something she had the rights to disclose without herta's permission. eden realized, though, that she hadn't answered his question yet.

                " i'd prefer not having to lie to you, if i could help it. " she could have done so easily, of course, make up something to cover the truth. for some odd reasons, she didn't like the idea of making half-assed excuses to someone like him. what was it about HIM that made her so honest ? eden wasn't sure. she straightened her back, gold meeting gold.

                " so what is it that you are searching for ? " it was a genuine question. no hint of aggression, nor accusation. just as he had come to ask her personally, she felt he deserved the same courtesy. " if you tell me your truth, i'll tell you mine. " herta wouldn't be pleased, but equivalent exchange was just and fair, wasn't it ? he would understand.

#ardenssolis #.answered #.[ eden | trailblazer ] #[ me eATING THIS WHOLE ASK & EXCHANGE UP #bc i'm sure simulated universe is a secret research / project known only those involved #and eden knows it's not her secret to tell #bUT AT THE SAME TIME THERE'S SOMETHING ABT OZY THAT MAKES EDEN DOES *NOT* WANT TO LIE TO #and i love the fact that she told him straight off like i respect you enough to not make up petty lies to cover it #EDEN IS SO INTRIGUED WITH OZY BC SHE HAD DRAWN GAZES OF TWO AEONS NOW #AND SHE CAN'T SHAKE THE FACT THAT WHEN OZY LOOKED AT HER SHE IS GETTING A SIMILAR SENSATION #eden normally : *chaotic & unpredictable & a menace* #eden with ozy : *calm & respectful bc his presence is both calming and intriguing* #EATS THIS WHOLE THING UP THANK YOU FOR THE ASK SHI I HAVE THOUGHTS ]

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of course, i can’t pass on a chance for keith lore !!could i maybe get an uhh 💔 for them? 👀

SORRY IT TOOK A HOT MINUTE TO RESPOND I LOVE U MY NUMBER ONE KEITH FAN <3333

💔 BROKEN HEART - what could their partner do that would absolutely break their heart?

This is a little tricky to answer plainly. You must have the Context about Keith's major relationship and I will gladly infodump <3

Because of a past relationship, Keith hardly opens up emotionally Ever, but they still ended up dating Jaquoya (Jaquoya asked them out)

((also here's Jaq bc I hardly talk about her so u have some visuals LOL))

They met thru Void Bliss, a night club that Jaquoya owns and she holds a lot of dance challenges there, which is the main thing that people come to the club for bc it's rly fun and people are good sports with the dance offs because it ultimately is just a fun activity with silly prizes or drinks as rewards. AND it's a great way to make new friends :]

They became friends bc Keith began coming by frequently and was getting attention bc they're a pretty good dancer and they just also quickly improved a lot bc they visited so often - and they were bold enough to challenge Jaquoya to a dance off at some point. It became less competititive because they just ended up dancing WITH each other than against it each other. Cute stuff.

Keith said yes to dating her whenever she asked bc they didn't want to keep being mopey about the past and they did also like Jaq. She's a very patient person and also very different from Keith's ex, so they felt safe with her :] It was also a romantic relationship bc Jaq is ace and Keith felt more inclined to be open about themself because Jaq wouldn't hurt them in the same way as they were hurt in the past. (it would just be another flavor of hurt lol)

Anyway, things were lovely and delightful and Keith had a bit more of their energized self back - but when Keith ended up dipping real low, they made it very difficult for Jaq to be there for them bc they just shut off emotionally and that's how they cope with overwhelming feelings, but it's not a very good strategy.

AND THEN KEITH DISAPPEARS FOR A YEAR. and then they come back, now infected with Kqo'twec the Parasite God, and Jaq is the first person they seek out. And there's A Lot to talk about but they first try to get the gang back together (bc Black Orbit kind of fell apart when Keith disappeared) but Keith does talk to her and apologizes bc they didn't tell her a lot of things when they were struggling and left things in very poor taste. Keith wasn't actually expecting they'd be around anymore to deal with the consequences of their actions, but they got a second chance because of Kqo'twec and Keith wanted to do better because Jaq deserves better than what they gave them.

They make up and like 'officially' break up bc Keith isn't in a place to handle a relationship and Jaq is still a very good friend (also they wanna focus on getting back the gang's footing in Sunjin.) yada yada, story goes on, they might be developing feelings for each other again bc lots have happened and Keith is more open and honest and generally more confident than in the past and the two of them might be getting close again but WHOOP who would've thought, Keith STILL struggles when things go sour and they're too afraid to tell Jaq things because being honest and confiding is what hurt them badly in the past and they still haven't completely worked that out. At least this time, Keith is able to tell her that they ARE afraid to tell her some things and they shouldn't act further on how they feel about each other. Which is still a huge improvement. Jaq is patient and if Keith ever feels like telling her, she'll be around because they're still very good friends :]

ANYWAY TO ACTUALLY ANSWER THE QUESTION

Jaq could very easily break Keith's heart by just deciding she doesn't want to be involved with them anymore and leave them and the gang - and Keith is by no means an easy person to deal with because they don't ask for help or support when they're struggling with something personal. But Jaq is a very patient and understanding person and even if Keith is frustrating as a friend (and especially as a partner), she cares about them and so does the rest of the gang. Honestly I think Keith would prefer that she would actually just break their heart and leave them so they can validate self destructive feelings and isolate more because they honestly don't feel good enough to be worth the effort to deal with their behavior.

And even when Jaq actually gets Mad at them and loses her chill a bit and yells at Keith and tells them they need a Time Out from being the leader (Jaq is 2nd in command) because they're not being honest with the gang - she's not mad because Keith is keeping secrets but because those secrets are actively harming them more and just. [shakes Keith] stop being a self-destructive bastard damn you!!!

This obviously hurts Keith a lot bc Jaq hasn't ever snapped at them, but what hurts the most is that she isn't giving up on them. (She is however creating breathing room by putting Keith in Time Out and taking command while Keith goes to sort out their shit with themself before they're allowed to come back to the gang bc Jaq also needs a damn breather bc ngl Keith can be so frustrating and if they won't let her help, then another approach is needed to get them to work on their issues)

Breaking Keith's heart would be a mercy instead of inflicting them with the Pain and Suffering of being Cared About despite their flaws, squeezing their poor heart so hard - that shit hurted ✌️😔 [Hits Keith with a beam infused with The Power of Friendship]

This is spoilers for their relationship, but not that plot relevant - they settle with being (best) friends. It's bittersweet bc they both do like each other, but being partners is just too draining for both and channeling those feelings as friends work better. This fact doesn't reaalllyy change much, it just like. lifts the contraints that the concept of being partners have and it makes their friendship work very well :] also post-story they aren't hanging out as much bc Things Happen and Keith is spending a lot of time travelling and work thru stuff that happened in The Plot, but they still keep in touch.

#ask #keith sun #jaquoya #cai arts #oughghg keith my beloved #ask meme #black orbit

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Do you think Howard fell in love (or had a serious relationship) before he met Maria?

Great question! One I really don't know the answer to, honestly.

Howard was a playboy in Steve's time, according to Steve himself. Steve said in CW he was glad (and he was probably surprised) that Howard settled down and got married because Howard was a womanizer when he knew him.

I don't think Howard falls in love particularly easily. Nor do I think he'd fall in love with any rando off the street. I think it's reasonable to assume that he has experienced falling in love prior to Maria, but I actually don't think anything came out of that. He might have had some bad experiences before he ditched the settling down thing all-together.

Honestly, I don't even know the deal with Howard and Maria. I sometimes think that they didn't start out in love, actually. They probably grew into their love. But this assumption of mine is wildly and completely baseless considering we know next to nothing about MCU Maria besides the fact that she loved Tony, loved Howard and tried to fix the strained relationship between her son and husband.

But back to your question. Yes I think he must have experienced falling in love before Maria, but no I don't think he has a serious, steady relationship before her. Or, if he did has a steady relationship, it most likely wasn't long lasting. Bitten once, twice shy when it comes to matters of the heart for him. And not even exclusively in romance. He has a total of 2 friends in Agent Carter which is Jarvis and Peggy. Maybe we can throw in Jason as well when they grow closer, but he roster of close friendships is very, very short. I can't imagine he's eager to jump into another relationship where he bares his soul and gives his trust. It could be because of his status, his background (he mentioned growing up poor and having to deceive his way to the top, so I don't think he's been in many environments where sincere and honest relationships thrive), or his own abrasive personality. Whatever it was, it makes vulnerability a tough skill to nurture in his case.

#howard stark #post office #thank you anon #trash gremlin stark

[kisilinramblings]

Hi, Do you think there is any chance to have a frendship between Zoe and Kagami? I mean they have something can related to each other (want to make friends, family/communication issue,....). I think they have a potential to build a friendship. So what do you think about this and thanksss you for answer my question 💖💖💖💖💖💖

Hello! I don't see any reason why they cannot not at least be friends. In canon, true, they don't have interacted yet. Kagami and Zoé only can potentially meet during one of Kitty Session jam sessions because they share some common friends. I wouldn't be surprised if they are already acquainted, but just didn't have any occassions to interact with only the two of them. That could be also during important social events, but Chloé -- as shown during the episode Gabriel Agreste -- can convince their mother to not allow Zoé to come.

Neither seem to have traits that may cause the other to deeply hate them. Zoé wants to be herself and Kagami appreciates honest people. They do have some contrasts though which allows a potential of fun contrast reactions. For example, Kagami is straightforward. You will know exactly what she thinks of you or of the situation. Zoé is more soft, kind-spoken, and will be more tactful.

Kagami can appear cold at first and she seems to be glaring at you but that is because of her reserve and because she is observing you to see what kind of person you are. Zoé is more outgoing as she easily smiles and laughs.

Zoé is an actress and can be versatile in the emotions she displays. She will adapt herself to the sitation. Kagami is observant and can read people. She is also in-tune with her own emotions.

Kagami is a litteraly and figuratively a fighter. She will keep her ground. Zoé tends to not insist much and is willing to step-down if it causes less trouble. When there is an akumatized, Kagami charges in to protect others. Zoé takes cover and will help others do so.

When it comes to their mother though, their situation is different. For Zoé, she isn't emotionally attached to Audrey. Before moving in, she seems to have mostly lived with her father. Living with the Bourgeois was more so Zoé could escape and change life. It wasn't done to live with her mom because she was missing her or because she wanted to be noticed by her per se. So for Zoé, her mother isn't important. Heck, André Bourgeois who isn't blood-related felt more like a parent to her than her own mother.

Kagami on the other hand has always lived with her mother and she is trained by her. Kagami often has to be by Tomoe's side during social events (either to assist or just so Tomoe knows Kagami isn't doing something she shouldn't). But even if Kagami has a relation with her mother, this isn't exactly an healthy one. Kagami cannot disappoint her mother (Riposte) nor speak out of turn. Tomoe also prevented Kagami to make friends before (Ikari Gozen). Tomoe negatively commented Kagami's drawings even though she is blind in order to discouraged her daugther to have this hobby (Lies). We don't see them casually chat either. Most of the time, it revolves around Kagami's performances regarding her activities (such as training). That is also why Kagami understood Adrien's family life best because it is very similar to hers. Kagami doesn't seem to have any other family aside of her mother and grandfather who we have yet to meet or heard of.

So I don't think Kagami and Zoé can relate on the topic of family that much.

How they could start interacting is by helping out one common friend or because they are stuck in a social event their respective family are participating in (like the Mayor is organizing an event at the Grand Palace). You know, this give me an idea of a prompt. I could see Kagami and Zoé interacting because of Chloé, one coming to the rescue of the other even if they can each handle it their own way. This could help initiate the conversation with one another.

#miraculous ladybug #kagami tsuguri #tsurugi kagami #zoé lee