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Woman in Red Ch. 7/?

Chapter 7: Stay Still and Let Me

Series Summary: She's a very successful woman who can't seem to find a partner that can keep up with her. He is just wanting to find someone who likes him for HIM, not his fame. Neither of them are prepared for what hits them when she walks into that coffee shop.

Chapter Warnings: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only, Unprotected PiV (play safe ya'll!), sexual control,

A/N: In this story, I make no mention of birth control or condoms or STI's. Please, darlings, please love yourself enough to protect yourself appropriately when you have sex. <3

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Chapter 7: Stay Still and Let Me

He had taken her to the shower, washed them both off and tucked her into bed. The sky was barely starting to lighten. She picked up a remote and the curtains closed over the windows. He slipped in behind her under the covers, savoring being clean as he curled around her. She was already falling asleep.

Her eyes flutter open to a clothed, if slightly rumpled, Austin, sitting on the edge of the bed. The smell of coffee wafts into her nose.

“Hey, good morning, afternoon actually,” he brushes her hair out of her face.

“Hi,” her voice groggy.

“I made you coffee,” he offers her a mug, “I hope you don’t mind me snooping around your kitchen.”

“To bring me coffee in bed? Not at all,” she sits up, not bothering to cover her naked breasts and takes the proffered mug. It’s perfectly made, with foam on top. The idea of him being domestic, puttering around her kitchen makes her smile.

“Listen, I uh, have a barrage of online interviews in” he checks his watch, “about 3 hours, so I gotta get going.”

“But, what about breakfast,” she rubs her eyes. “I can make something or order in?”

“I have a feeling if I stay for breakfast today, I’ll never leave, because I won’t be able to keep my hands off you,” Austin‘s middle finger rubs back and forth on her forearm. It makes her shiver.

“And that’s a bad thing?” Aya asks, leveling her eyes at him.

“Well, no, but if I bail, my publicist will kill me,” he shows her a barrage of texts reminding him about the interviews. “Plus, it’d be unprofessional and rude.”

She nods, that she can respect. He’d already proven he was a man of his word. The memory makes her spine tingle. He had indeed fucked her six ways to Sunday and it was only Friday.

Austin’s eyes go soft as she nods. He doesn’t actually want to go. Blurry eyed, half naked and hair mussed with a bed head, she is the sexiest thing he has seen. He can feel himself getting hard again. Yeah, he had better go.

“When can I see you again?” be blurts out, more desperate sounding than he meant.

Aya smiles and sips her coffee, she likes him begging just a little. It was hot.

“I have a benefit dinner thing tomorrow night? It’s Friday right now, yes?” Austin nods in response,”so the rest of the weekend is shot for me.”

Austin frowns a little and is about to ask why not Sunday, but she presses on.

“Are you free next weekend?”

He nods.

“Meet me here, ” she texts him an address.

“When?” he asks, not looking at his dinging phone.

“Hmm,” she ponders “Surprise me, I’ll be there starting Friday morning. You can stay all weekend if you want. Text me when you get to the gate.”

Naked, she walks him to the elevator as only her key card will let him out. ‘Trapped in her Sex Tower, indeed,’ he thinks to himself. The kiss goodbye nearly ends in him laying her on the marble floor of the foyer and fucking her while he was still clothed. At least, that’s what she whispered in his ear. He gritted his teeth and took a rain check. She just giggled.

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Austin’s fingers inside her was all she could think about on the airplane to New York that night. His arms around her after she came so hard kept flashing into her mind as she graciously accepted the recognition at the benefit dinner. His cock in her is what she thought about as she fingered herself in her New York apartment. The meetings she had in the city Monday and Tuesday went inextricably well, despite the fact that the man who brought her coffee both days was blonde haired and blue eyed and slim. The thought of taking this man home for the night flitted across her mind, but she has rules regarding work and sex. Austin’s delectable kisses occupied her mind as she sipped her whisky sour soda on her plane ride Tuesday night.

“Good morning!” Dalia walks into her office all chipper, shutting the door behind her. The second the door closes she whirls on her partner. “No texts, no phone call. Jetting off to New York. I cannot believe you have kept me waiting this long,” she sets croissants and coffee down on the table.

“You know I’m terrible with texting,” she tries to keep her response casual. The truth is, she never even considered texting Dalia, her mind was so preoccupied with Austin.

Dalia crosses her arms and utters one word, “spill.”

Suddenly, it’s like they are teenagers again. Aya covers her face with her hands. “Oh my god Dal,” her voice is muffled, “it was….” she shakes her head.

“No, he was THAT bad? Ok I forgive you then, no one wants to relive bad sex.” Dalia assumes.

“Oh no” Aya opens her hands, looking in earnest at her best friend, “he was THAT good. Seriously Dal, I think it was the best sex I’ve had. He fucking brought me perfect coffee in bed, in my own house.”

“You brought him upstairs?” a sly smile crosses Dalia’s face, “you’ve not done that in a while. You must really like him.”

“Well I hadn’t planned on it. He brought me back here and I made him a drink and then… he kissed me and I just could not wait. He wanted to do the deed right here,” Aya taps her desk.

“Oooo, and you don’t mix business and pleasure, not like that,” Dalia agrees.

“Can you imagine me sitting here trying to work after that? No way,” Aya shakes her head.

“Did you wear him out?” Dalia’s eyes waggle.

“Girl, he fucking wore me out… ME!” Aya says, astonished.

“Oooo, You may have finally met your match, sistah. Please tell me you are going to see him again,” Dalia pleads.

“He’s coming to the beach house this weekend,” she smiles sheepishly.

“Aya, first your apartment here, then the Malibu house? Hunny, do I hear the dulcet tones of a budding romance?” Dalia has wondered for a while if Aya will ever ‘fall in love’ again. Watching her friend’s face as she talks about Austin Butler is the closest she’s seen to it in years.

“Dal,” Aya is a mask of matter of fact and seriousness,” I’ve told you, I put romance aside a long time ago. Nope, this is just about fantastic sex. Besides, I've trained myself out of that ‘orgasm equals love’ response.”

‘Closed off is more like it- after Antoni,’ Dalia thinks. She just nods in response, keeping her thoughts to herself.

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Austin did his interviews, luckily he had a lot of practice keeping his personal life out of the spotlight. Plus, by now the interviewers knew and respected him enough to know that they’d not get anything from him. But thoughts of Aya floated just under the surface. Her laugh, her shameless way concerning sex, her playfulness and surprises. He couldn't stop smiling, even alone at his house going about his daily routines. He dreamed about her body contorted in pleasure under him, over him, because of him. He woke up every morning to thoughts about her mouth around his cock. Jesus. Her mouth. Try as he might to go about his normal life, he knew deep down it was forever changed.

“Tell me about this,” Ashley says from across the table. His sister was in town for a day or so and they never missed the chance to meet up. They had always stuck together through thick and thin. She is handing him her phone. He takes it, with a smile. It’s a tabloid website with pictures of him and Aya in that sexy red dress drinking coffee, he is smiling at her.

“Go ahead and swipe,” she says, shaking her head.

The next photo is of Aya leaning against him taking a selfie, then another of him looking over her shoulder. It seems he is looking at her phone, but he remembers this moment distinctly. He was staring down her cleavage. The last is him wrapping his arms around her in a hug outside the coffee shop. She is on tip toe and his face is buried in her hair.

“Hmm” he stalls, pretending not to remember, “it’s probably just some fan that I met,” he smiles and tries to brush it off, handing Ashley her phone back.

“Oh Austin,” she shakes her head, “Who do you think you are talking to? I KNOW you Austin. This, “she gestures to her phone, “isn’t your fan-meeting smile. Everything about you in these pictures says you are intrigued by this woman. Who is she?”

He was a trained actor and a damn good one at that. But he couldn’t lie to his sister and had never been able to lie to her.

“Her name is Aya,” he states.

“Mmm hmmm, and where did we meet Aya?” she presses.

Austin just raises his eyebrows and pointedly gestures to Ashely’s phone.

“Wait, that was it?” she is flabbergasted, “what are you some kind of main character in a romance novel or something?”

“Maybe,” he shakes his head and laughs.

“I assume she in the industry?” Ashley’s voice has a resigned tone. Ever since he blew up, women were always trying to get to her brother, hoping he could help them get a break, hoping to get into his bed, hoping to touch him just once. She hated it. He was such an amazing person and he deserved so much better. Besides, she was his big sister, it was her job to help him, protect him. She had promised as much to their mom.

“Not even a little, she owns her own investment firm. She seems really successful, owns the building her office is in and a couple others. She didn’t know me at all when we met. It was awesome.” He lights up as he talks about her. Maybe this one would be different. Ashley just wants to see her little brother happy.

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In his Alfa Romeo Gulia, Austin drives up the PCH. It’s a gorgeous California day. His left hand is stretched out the window, the one with the small 27 tattooed on it. He is playing with the wind like a kid. Like he remembers doing in the car with his mom. He missed her fiercely, especially any time he was driving alone. That was a mantel he wore all the time, though. She would want him to be happy, to live life to its fullest. And that is, exactly what he is on his way to do, live some life, find some joy, maybe even some love.

He follows his phone map’s directions to turn off into a clearly residential neighborhood. He drives by a horse crossing sign. There are only the barest glimpses of houses through the vegetation and different types of walls and barriers. He comes to a cul-de-sac and stops in front of a simple looking wooden gate posted with the number she gave him. He checks his watch, it’s 2:30. He wonders if he should wait a bit, just so he doesn't seem too eager, but then decides his pride would just waste time. Besides, he is eager. Eager to just spend time with her, eager to hold her, eager to sink his cock into her.

He opens his text app only to realize that he has not texted her since he left last Friday, and that was just a thumbs up. Fuck, he was so bad at texting!

He sighs and thumbs in, “Surprise! I’m here!”

He waits about 3 minutes in increasing worry that he has the wrong place. Then she sends a thumbs up emoji and the gates start to open in front of him. The driveway is long and curved. The fences on either side show peeks of manicured property and huge sprawling homes, if you could call something like that a ‘home’. Finally the driveway gives way to a circle. All he can see of the house is the double garage door and a gate. The rest is hidden by a hedge.

He parks and walks to the gate, his backpack tossed over his shoulder. He can hear the rushing waves of the ocean beyond. He loves the ocean, a California boy at heart.

He doesn’t see a door bell or anything, so he tries the latch on the gate. He was sure he was going to find some kind of secret tunnel or hidden mansion behind the gate. The modest ranch home he discovers is both surprising and intriguing. It is obviously well kept and cared for. He spies a camera doorbell at the door and pushes it. He waits for about a minute, hoping again, that he has the right home.

“Hey Austin, come on in,” Aya’s sleepy voice finally comes through, “’m napping. Come find me”

He isn't sure he heard her right, when the lock whirrs and clicks. He tentatively opens the door into a simple entryway. To the right is an open concept galley kitchen with a dining table beyond. In front of him is a sitting area with a huge sliding glass wall that is open to a deck out the back of the house. The interior is bright and light, accented with an array of blues and blue greens.

“Aya?” he inquires, closing the door behind him with a soft click. It feels a little weird just walking into someone’s house. She didn’t volunteer any information about this place. Is it hers? Does she live here with someone? He sets his bag on the entry table looking on the couch to see if she is there.

A cat purrs around his legs.

“Hey kitty,” he bends down to pet the soft gray fur, “do you know where Aya is?”

As if it actually understands him, the cat meows and walks down the hallway to the left, pausing to look over its shoulder, waiting for him to follow. He passes a bathroom to the right, two guest bedrooms to the left, which are devoid of life. At the end, the hallway turns to the right. He can see another set of huge glass sliding doors at the end of the room beyond. There is a big bed with Aya shaped curves in it. He follows the cat through the open door. The cat jumps up on the bed and nudges her hand,

“Yes Kato, I know he’s here, thank you.” Kato purrs to himself and curls up at her feet.

“Hey, I’m sorry, you said to surprise you, right?” there is doubt in his voice.

“I did, welcome to my weekend house,” she rolls over to look at him, naked breast peeking out from underneath the sheet, “I was just resting up. I have a feeling someone is going to keep me up past my bedtime tonight. Now take off your clothes and snuggle me.” She tosses the covers back behind her and rolls back over to face the open door and the ocean.

‘Snuggle me?’ she thinks, since when did she ask a boy toy to snuggle? ‘Since Austin’, the little voice in her head says. It slowly creeps into her mind that he may be far more than a boy toy. She is grateful that she is facing away from him when this thought strikes her.

He shrugs and starts to take his shirt off. It’s the weirdest way he’s ever been invited into a house: no greeting at the door, hide and seek with a cat, then told to remove his clothing? But this is also the lady with secret passageways in her office and a mouth so sublime it made him do a 180 on his opinion of blow jobs. Once she flips the covers back, he can see her naked back and top of her butt cheeks. He starts to get hard just looking at her skin. What’s he gonna do, tell her no? He strips down, draping his clothes neatly on a nearby chair. He slides between the soft sheets. Pressing himself to her back.

“Mmmm, that’s perfect” she says, twining her hand in his under the pillow.

She takes a big breath and her whole body relaxes against him, her breathing deepens. He decides there is no harm in just resting his eyes and enjoying being close to her. After all, they have time.

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Aya stretches and cracks her eyes, the yellow orb of the sun is thinking about setting into the ocean.

“That is a gorgeous sunset,” she sighs.

“Not as gorgeous as you,” a low voice rumbles in her ear. He had clearly been awake. A hand drifts from her rear, over the curve of her hip and into the dip of her waist. Goosebumps spring up on her skin.

She turns to face him with a smile on her lips.

“I bet you say that to all the women who invite you over for naps,” she giggles.

“I mean, if you are done napping, I could go…. ” he smiles at her, moving closer.

“Well that would ruin all my plans for the evening,” her voice is low and sultry.

“Oh you actually have plans? And here I thought this bed was where we were gonna spend the weekend,” he rolls himself partially onto her and pushes himself up on his arms.

“How is that not a plan?” her eyebrow arching in mild protest, her tongue darting out in provocation.

He is poised above her, one leg between hers. All the nerves of a first date gone, just the excitement of knowing how good it was last time and suspecting an ever better time tonight. He has been thinking about her non-stop, thinking about this moment, about having her naked under him. About sinking into her. Fuck he is nearly shaking with desire. He pushes his mouth eagerly to hers. It’s all he’s wanted for hours, days.

He’s a little too forceful, a little too desperate to get his tongue in her mouth. She grabs his jaw, her thumb under his chin. He is nearly too far gone, dipping his head down to her, leading with his tongue, until she squeezes and he freezes.

“No, let me,” she says into his mouth.

“Let you what?” he holds still on all fours arching cat-like above her.

“Shhhh,” her head arches up to him. Her lips gently press onto his. Her tongue laving at his bottom lip as she sucks it into her mouth slowly. She takes her time in kissing him just as she wants, her hand tight on his jaw. Little mewls of desire escape from his chest. Her control of him is wildly erotic.

She feels a cool drip onto her belly. His swollen cock is suspended between them, aching for attention.

“Jesus Austin, you are dripping,” her free hand slips between them.

He has forgotten that he’s not situated fully on top of her yet. He wants her to grip him fully, guide him to her warm wetness. She doesn’t. One light fingertip flutters across his tiny hole, his breath hitches and he groans in her ear. His hips pulse forward, trying to get more, anything more.

“Ah ah ah” she admonishes, tightening her grip on his jaw again “stay still and let me”.

Her forefinger draped over the top of his shaft and her middle under, she holds him steady with minimal contact. Her thumb is positioned perfectly at his tip to swipe lightly back and forth, gathering the fluid more than spreading it. She lets him go and brings her precum-covered thumb to her mouth. She smears a little on her lip, like lip gloss, then drags the delicious, viscous fluid across her tongue. Moaning, she rubs it against the roof of her mouth. Her eyes flutter closed in enjoyment.

“Oh fuck,” he breathes. The clear pleasure in her tasting of him is unbelievably sexy. He’s never been this close, this poised to fuck and been made to wait purely for the anticipation. It’s only the force of her quiet words that is keeping him still, he’s not even entirely sure why.

She lifts her mouth to his, Austin finds his own tongue drawn to her shiny bottom lip. He sucks his own salty fluid from her, the effect is intoxicating. The sensation of light pressure returns to his shaft and her thumb slipping up and over his little, weeping hole, then back again. He lowers to his elbows and buries his head into the crook of her neck. He is holding the rest of his body still but his mouth latches onto her neck, groaning and sucking. He is shaking, wild with desire. It’s too much and it’s not enough. Maddening is what it is.

She is reveling in this measured torture of his cock. He’s wet enough now that she expands her tiny stroke to his frenulum. It's a power play, but so much more. Hearing his deep seething groans, giving him just a fraction of sensation in just the right spots, building up his desire one tiny stroke at a time; it is all turning her wildly on. It’s like stoking a train engine. She knows that once she lets him loose, he will fuck her senseless. It’s what she wants eventually. But right now, she wants to make his body beg.

His whole world has come down to the tiny movement of her thumb on the head of his cock. He barely registers when she nudges his outer leg with her own. He lifts his knee and she moves so he’s between her legs. He is still hovering above her, still on his knees and elbows. His cock still aching for her.

“Stay right there,” she whispers in his ear.

He just nods, having, for the moment, giving in to her authority. She tilts her hips under him, wet lips barely touching his tip. It’s all he can do not to groan at the warmth, at the promise. She lifts a little higher, holding him steady and spreading her lips apart. He realizes he isn’t lined up with her vagina, but with her clit. The hard little nub rubbing his dripping little orifice. Clit to tip, she starts humping up to him, working herself against him. Her breath is hot on his shoulder as she pants. His fists clamp down onto the pillow under her head. It’s positively salacious being used like this. He finds that he fucking loves it.

As Aya gyrates under him, she is surprised that he is still letting her toy with him like this. All it would take is a little tilt of his hips and a thrust and he would be buried in her slick. Her clit feels hot and swollen as she works it against him. She is perilously close to pulling him into her and letting him go wild. She wants it so badly. She angles him down to her wet rift. His breath seethes as he struggles to hold onto control.

With her hands pressing on his ass she says, “down just a little”. It's a gamble, he could easily just give in to his carnal nature. He doesn’t. He stops when his head is just inside her. She rides him up and down, groaning into his neck. Her hands clamped onto his hips. Austin moans at how hot her pussy is, how her lips seem to suck at his cock.

“More,” she pulls at his ass. He lowers just a fraction of an inch.

“I want you deep,” she moans.

He hears the fraction of a plea in her voice and suddenly the tables turn on a dime. His jaw tightens and his eyes narrow. He captures her hands from his ass, one at a time, and pins them over her head.

“Do you now?” It takes all his acting training to keep his voice measured. He lifts away from her, tip just in her.

“Fuck me,” her eyes are a little wild, suddenly not getting what she wants, what she needs.

“Say please,” his jaw is tight, it’s taking all he has not to give in.

Aya’s lip curls as she looks at him through her lashes. She bites her lip trying to decide how rebellious she should be in this sudden game. She presses against his strong grip. Her hips are vibrating, she can feel her wetness pooling. Fuck he is amazing.

“Please, Austin,” she gives in. Afterall, he played the good little sub for her, it’s only fair.

“Please what, Aya,” she can see he is on his last straw.

“Please. Fuck my needy pussy.” Orange light from the sunset flares into the room, highlighting his divine form above her.

He plunges in deep. Their moans echo one another, chests pressed together.

“Say it again,” his voice rumbles in her ear.

“Please, Austin, please fuck me,” she breathes low in his ear.

She swears she hears a growl as he withdraws and pushes in again and again and again.

It’s fucking nirvana after all the anticipation, days and days of anticipation.

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It’s twilight out now. They are lying in a tangle of sheets. Both trying to recover the air in their lungs from their exertions. He had held her face in his hands as he plunged in and out of her. She had clung to him, nails leaving little half moons on his ass. It was fairly straightforward, both of them just wanting the other. As soon as she had moaned “Oh god, I’m cumming’ in his ear and she had arched her stomach against him, his hips scooped forward, pushing hard and he let loose his cum into her.

“Oh god, Austin, I needed that,” Aya says, brushing the hair from her face. She feels uncommonly good with him still inside her, his body weight on top of her.

“Me too,” his voice is muffled in her neck. “Honestly,” he lifts his head, vulnerability in his eyes, “I’ve been thinking of nothing but doing that to you all week.”

Aya presses her lips in a smile. There is no way she is ready to admit out loud that it was the same for her. She could barely admit it to herself.

Austin sees her face and mistakes it for skepticism. He pulls back and out of her. Watching her eyes roll back in her head a little. She is so responsive to his every move.

He nearly slides back into her, just to watch her. Instead he lays next to her, propped up on his elbow.

“Hey, um… I’m uh…” he bites his lip. “Listen, I’m sorry and I should have told you this last weekend before I left,” his words tumble out fast. Aya is frowning and pulling back. It dawns on him just how bad that could sound. He rushes on to explain, “but I’m sorry I didn’t call or text you or anything. I really did think of you all week. It’s just that I’m terrible with my phone, half the time I don’t even know where it is.”

At first, Aya was waiting for him to admit some sort of misdeed like: ‘I’ve got a girlfriend’, ‘I’m a Scientologist’, ‘I’m actually Austin Butler’s secret twin’. When he apologizes for not texting she just refrains from bursting out laughing.

“Austin, I am not upset by that? You’ll note that I didn’t text you either. I figure you had a busy week, I sure did. I knew I was going to see you, so I didn’t fret about it. Truth be told, I am crap at texting people too.”

He blows out breath in a huff. “Ok good. It’s just been a bone of contention with other girlf- other women in the past.”

She notes, but doesn't outwardly acknowledge that he almost said ‘other girlfriends’, implying that he was already thinking of her as his next. ‘I will have to manage expectations early on with this one,’ she thinks to herself.

“Austin, I am not some young thing that needs constant contact or constant buttressing of my worth. You can consider it one of the perks of-” the words ‘dating me’ nearly fell out of her mouth. Whose expectations are we managing here? “-of an older woman,” she finally says.

“Not that it matters to me at all, but when I find out your age someday, am I going to be shocked?” he grins.

“What makes you think you are going to find out,” she winks at him as she stands, heading for the bathroom. In reality, she actually doesn’t care if he finds out, it’s just fun to be mysterious.

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jmdbjk · 6 months

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Bangtan Weekly Report

Been a while. How are ya? We got a lot of shit going on and it has not been easy keeping up. I'll be glad when they are back together in 2025 so we can rest. Lol. Just kidding... I guess.

In a few hours we get Golden. I am excited to hear what Jungkook's chosen for his first album. I am excited to hear him explore these genres of songs. I am sure he's learned a lot during this process just as all the others have. He did a pre-release "press conference" and here is Dispatch's video of it: Watch Kookie's interview here.

He was very poised and articulate... dare I say "mature"? He is doing well. I'm very proud of Jungkook. He and his dance team are very excited to show us what they've created. I'm sure it will be amazing.

He mentioned a future Korean song as a gift? Don't tell me he means his gift to us before he leaves for MS...

😭

Taemin with Jimin special appearance on Suchwita. Finally watched. The dynamic between Jimin and Taemin and Jimin and Yoongi was fascinating.

I don't know a lot about Taemin. Of course I've seen he and Jimin's performance from a while back. Taemin is a great performer. He seems like a very sincere person.

Jimin's Dior campaign.

So lovely that we finally get to see him in motion. Ever since Hobi's LV campaign with the bags, I've been wanting to see Dior or Tiffany take advantage of Jimin's fluid motion and FINALLY they woke up and showed him moving. Not a fan of the oversized knit vests but those suits are wonderful.

Namjoon... Mr. Black Void for an IG pfp... showing us some images from his trip to London.

Fun fact: That Kodak Portra 400 35mm film is anywhere from $15-$25 per roll of film... then you have to pay to have it developed.

His hair is dark in the image... not taken while he was in London... but when? Japan? That sand looks black. Ibusuki Beach? Except for that ship out there... hmmm.

His documentary will be coming down the line at some point, it will be jam-packed with his meanderings from these past two years. Maybe we'll find out where he's been.

The BTS documentary will be out in December. Our Christmas present. I'm looking forward to it. There will be new footage in it.

Tae channeling him some Elvis for Celine is interesting. I suppose this is from an upcoming campaign or magazine spread.

And this was shared with us.

Jung Hoseok achieving his Corporal promotion ahead of time which I think means he would have three bars on his shirt pocket instead of the two as in this photo from his IG.

Less than a year left until Hobi's discharged and 7.5 months left before Jin is discharged.

It was the anniversary of The Astronaut this week. Can't believe this year just flew by. The reluctance to wish time to fly by but at the same time wanting it to slow down in order to live in the moment...we were so worried this time last year. We are making it through this ya'll. We are getting there.

Samsung campaign giving us Yoongi in tan pants. Doing god's work if you ask me:

Xylitol also keeping the Bangtan flame lit ...

How come Jimin and Jungkook are the only ones with their left hands in their pockets? Jikook always jikooking. You are me I am you is strong with them.

#bangtan weekly report #why have i not made that hashtag yet?#jungkook golden #suchwita #jimin x dior #namjoon #namjoon namjooning #corporal hoseok #suga x samsung #bts x xylitol #jikook #gotta always find a way to make it about jikook

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tarotoftheendless · 6 months

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Tom Sturridge: A Review

Disclaimer: I have ADHD, so, please forgive me if I jump around and go on tangents... I have lots of thoughts about this man and his projects, so....

At this point I have seen almost everything the man has been in. And I have thoughts about most of his work. I may have to do this review in parts as some of his work I need to re-watch in order to get my true thoughts out on it.

Firstly, Tom seems to enjoy choosing projects that are obscure, which I can appreciate. It fits in line with him not wanting to be in the spotlight and kind of live a more private life. In fact, The Sandman is both in line with the sentiment and yet isn't at the same time.

It kind of reminds me of Adam Driver and his filmography... and then Star Wars happened. Granted, Adam Driver has since been in the spotlight more, but he sure was uncomfortable with the attention when he was in Star Wars.

And I think Tom is the same. Not only does Tom come of as neurodivergent (it is just a speculation, not confirmed... I have observed his mannerisms and the way he speaks from many video interviews...), but he is introverted, doesn't have social media (though he might have at one point, though I think he got rid of all of it when his daughter was very young). There is something about him that screams "Don't perceive me" even with all the modeling he has done and him serving cunt on the Red Carpet. He does acting for the art not the fame, and I think he is handling The Sandman the same way. He always seems so uncomfortable at Cons... actually, it reminds me of how Jensen Ackles used to be at Supernatural Cons...

Anyway, I am sure I could go on and on about Tom himself, but I have thoughts about his films and shows. I will not be review The Sandman though... it's been done to death and I really don't feel like weighing in on it right now. But I would love to discuss in the comments about Tom himself with other Tom lovers if ya'll have something that you feel should be brought up about him.

I have seen the following projects of Tom's:

The Sandman - Dream/Dream of the Endless/Morpheus

2. Sweetbitter - Jake

3. Irma Vep - Eamonn - this was basically just a glorified cameo

4. Skin - Nathan

5. Velvet Buzzsaw - Jon Dondon - almost another glorified cameo

6. 3 Way Junction - Carl

7. Hello Apartment - Adam - basically a cameo... a sexy cameo...

8. Mary Shelley - Lord Byron

9. Double Date - John - a goth pretentious musician cameo

10. Remainder - Tom

11. Far From a Maddening Crowd - Sergeant Francis Troy

12. Effie Gray - John Everett Millais

13. On The Road - Carlo Marx

14. Junkhearts - Danny

15. Waiting for Forever - Will Donner

16. The Boat The Rocked/Pirate Radio - young Carl

17. Like Minds/Murderous Intent - Nigel Colbie

18. FairyTale: A True Story - Hob (A Fair) - cameo

I tried watching Journey's End and it was slow and depressing, so I never finished it... and I plan on watching Hollow Crown... but those episodes are basically films in themselves, so, that'll take forever... and I can't find a way to watch A Waste of Shame...

I have thoughts on many of these shows/films, so I will go though them in no particular order. And I might not have much to say about all of them because either there isn't much to say or I need to watch them again to fully be able to give my thoughts on them.

SWEETBITTER

Jake is a traumatized 30 something bartender that hides behind sex, drugs, and alcohol... and he has no idea how traumatized he really is because the one person that has continued the trauma for him has also been his savior, according to him... and he has to believe that in order to cope with his life, his choices and what actually happened to him. He was absolutely groomed by Simone, and before the show got cancelled I really think they were gonna go there with his character.

I love Jake. I both love his bad boy tendencies, but what makes me love him more is who he is beyond that, beneath that. The episode where is really opens up with Sasha was really eye-opening. He is struggling, and he has to believe that Simone is his lifeline because otherwise his whole life has been based on a lie, "No one knows you like I do", which is word for word what domestic violence abusers say to their victims. He truly believes that Simone fixes things, he has to believe that otherwise he'll fall apart. Much like Frodo has to believe that there is good in Gollum, Jake has to believe that Simone is actually his protector. Everything falls apart if Jake faces reality, hence drowning in the sex, drugs and alcohol. The lies are better than the truth.

He hates himself and doesn't believe that he deserves love, so he believes Simone's narrative of being damaged and dangerous because it is easier than really breaking away from her control and standing on his own two feet.

It makes me sad that we will never get a season 3 of Sweetbitter because Jake was such a beautiful and fascinating character, far more than Tess. I don't think I would have wanted Jake to actually be with Tess in the long run, I think Tess was also wanting Jake to fill a role so Tess herself could grow and use him a stepping-stone forward, a "been there, done that" sort of thing. Tess liked the bad boy, and she tried to make it seem like she wanted to help him but I still think it was for her own gain rather than actually wanting to help Jake, and that is why she would have ultimately lost him. He would run to what he has always known; Simone. Jake needs someone that gives him space to breathe for once. Someone that sees him and hears him and helps him see the truth without wanting anything from him in return. He needs permission to live, truly, for himself rather than for others that always want something from him. He needs therapy and better coping skills... cuz yeah not being sober and burying his dick in everything he can is not helping him at all.

So, really, that's review of the character... and I think Tom did a great job playing an aloof yet interested character that is a bad boy. The song 'Hot n Cold' by Katy Perry fits him quite nicely, I think.

The Boat That Rocked/Pirate Radio

So, I saw this film years ago, probably around 2018/2019, before I had any idea who the fuck Tom Sturridge was. I remember liking it.

Then I watched again after seeing The Sandman and I have grown a lot in my leftist views... and oh boy... this film is so sexist, homophobic and really super okay with SA it is scary... Tom has gone on record saying he would never do the 'Switch' in real life, but holy fuck that is some toxic shit.

As far as young Carl goes, I don't think casting a 23 year old Tom Sturridge was the right move if they wanted the audience to believe he was a virgin. Tom has always been gorgeous, and this film is no exception. And he got expelled for smoking, cigarettes and weed if the implications the film made are correct, making him a bad boy sort of. Girls and guys alike would have gone feral for him. As awkward as he is, it is more charming than anything else.

He should not have forgiven Marianne and he absolutely shouldn't have forgiven Dave. He also shouldn't have been okay with SA of a woman that would've had seemingly no idea that someone else was having sex with her other than the person she wanted to have sex with. I know that we all love young Carl, and I still do and will, but he really shouldn't be let off the hook for considering and almost going through with an SA all because he didn't want to be a virgin anymore.

All in all, I don't believe young Carl would've actually been a virgin because of Tom Sturridge portraying him, but also, the toxic shit that he goes along with shouldn't be over-looked either.

I love this film and Tom's character, but yeah, 2009 was a different time...

Waiting for Forever

So, this film is basically unwatchable... except for Tom's Will Donner... and even then, we have got to talk about the toxicity of this film.

Will Donner is basically a Manic Pixie Dream Boy... and his mental health issues are not only not named but they are handled poorly and without care. AND STALKING IS NOT CUTE OR ROMANTIC. Period. He should not have gotten the girl in the end. That gives the wrong message... like oh yes, we need more incels thinking they can just try and try and follow women and be quirky and then they will wear us down enough for us to see how romantic it was all along.

Now, that being said, I do think that Will is neurodivergent, ADHD and autistic specifically, with PTSD/C-PTSD as well as some sort of delusional disorder that has him speaking to people/ghosts that aren't really there... not schizophrenia exactly, but close to it. And I really think that he had no idea that what he was doing with the stalking because of his mental health issues. He didn't know any better... still that is no excuse and Emma should not have chosen him in the end.

Will Donner has no idea who Emma is. He has an idea of who he thinks she is in his head and that is who he is in love with. It was 2011 and men in films often were rewarded for being in love with a woman even if he has no idea who she really is... and that is a problem. Will, as precious and charming as he is, should not have been rewarded for loving his idea of who Emma is... and he really should not have been rewarded for his stalking... I love Will, he is a cinnamon roll of a man, and I get he has mental health issues, I too have ADHD and autism, but he should have had to work through his own toxicity before Emma would ever consider him... but I really don't think Emma should have ever chosen him.

And that brings me to Emma... as toxic as Will is, Emma never deserved his love. She does not deserve him at all. Will was a last resort to her. She had to loose her father and find out her ex was a murderer before even considering Will as an option. And she is a cheater... Will does not come off as the type that would be open to anything other than complete loyalty and monogamy... at least if he is with Emma. I would think trust issues would be abundant in their relationship, which is a shit foundation for any relationship.

As far as the film goes... I am sorry, but it is not good. If we followed Will only, maybe it would have been better, but all the B-plots with Emma and her family and everything really tanked the film. Will and Emma have no chemistry... yeah, I love Tom and he played the character well, but yeah... not his finest choice in film. I would watch his character literally in anything else other than the film we got.

I also wanted to punch Will's brother in the throat. 2011 really had a fuck ton of stigmas towards neurodivergent folks and this film just reiterated that.

Like Minds/Murderous Intent

So, I watched this after The Sandman hype... and oh boy...

This film came out in 2006 and in Hollywood the only way you could be gay is if you were a villain... or magic... and Nigel nor Alex were not magic... so...

This film is so homoerotic that it hurts... I think if they had just kissed... or better yet, fucked, that would have solved everything. No murder... no incest... no necrophilia... just gay butt fucking.

But Nigel is a psychopath. And I am not sure if it started with Alex or not... Nigel seems to think that Alex was the one that was fucked up and then they had a mind-meld... and Nigel just was more okay with going with it than Alex was? Honestly, this film is confusing... because the narrator is unreliable. Who knows what the truth really was. Maybe Alex was right, maybe Nigel was... maybe both... either way, Alex ends up accepting it and being a toxic evil fucker too, so...

Also, Nigel and Dream are not the same at all... I am weirded out by everyone relating the two characters together. Nigel is a psychopath... Dream is just dark... and toxic sometimes, but Dream is not a psychopath. Ugh. They are not the same, fucking hell.

Junkhearts

So... Tom's character in this is almost worse than Nigel... Danny is fucked up. Not only is he having sex with a minor, but yeah, the drugs and taking advantage of a vet was beyond fucked up. I am glad that Tom said that he took the role because Danny was so different from himself... which thank fuck that's the case because Danny is a nightmare. Though gurl.... that sex scene? Jesus... if Jake had you blushing with all his sex scenes, Danny has you dripping... and you know what the fuck I mean. Damn. I was watching this film with my partner and yeah, I had to take a moment afterwards to try to stop having my cheeks so red. It made me feel things I didn't exactly want to feel...

But yeah, fuck Danny... I don't think he should've been murdered in the end, but he was a terrible character.

I am not sure if this film was great... or even if Danny was necessary to tell the story, but yeah... maybe I will have to watch this film again to have more to say about it later.

Irma Vep

Ugh. I was kinda pissed that I had to watch 8 hours of this show and we only got Tom for about what, 15 minutes? Ugh! And he is hot... and toxic. A cheater and a liar. And him and Kristen Stewart? I want to know the history there so bad, because we all know that Tom and Robert Pattinson are besties... and then Tom has worked with Kris on the film On The Road too... and then he is taking her pants off and kissing her like that in this show? Fucking hell... makes me think Tom and her may have... idk, history beyond Kris dating Rob? There have been rumors... but idk how much of it is true... and old social media profiles have been abandoned and I am unsure if they are real or not, but there might be history... and this show, with Tom's 15 minute glorified cameo raised some questions about that.

Skin

This short film really moved the fuck out of me. I was balling my eyes out by the end of it and I had to sit with it for about an hour after I watched it. Tom's acting ability really shines through in just 11 minutes and it is just him, an Alexa-type voiceover and flashbacks with him and his husband. In 11 minutes. I was blown away by this short film and Tom and if you haven't seen it, you need to. All of the trigger warnings though; death of a loved one, grief, alcoholism, self-harm, suicidal ideation, bulimia-like actions... it's rough and very raw and real. But it is amazing and really shows how amazing Tom really is as an actor. You will cry and be in utter awe at the same time.

Velvet Buzzsaw

This film could have used more Jon Dondon... I do want to watch this again and give a more in depth review of this film and Tom's character in it, but yeah, I loved his South African accent and his pretentious ditzy character. He is funny, sexy and charming. It is a shame that they had to kill off his character.

3 Way Junction

So... this film felt like two films smashed into one and it was weird. Tom was brilliant in it, but I am not sure what the writer(s) was to say... also he would have died... 2 weeks in those conditions and not figuring out how to survive quickly? Yeah, he would have died. No one can survive 2 weeks like that. I do think I need to see this film again to give a better more detailed review on it and Tom's character.

Mary Shelley

I do need to see this film again... but I remember Tom's Lord Byron being sexy and amazing and well worth the re-watch for all Tom Sturridge lovers.

Effie Gray

The film is kinda boring, I'll be honest. But I do love Tom in this film. He plays a hopeless romantic well. It fits him quite well. I don't have much else to say about it than that. I did see this film for the first time before I knew who Tom Sturridge was, I love period piece films, so yeah. Watched it again recently, and I loved him in it, but yeah, the film itself is kinda boring.

Far From a Maddening Crowd

OMG! I wanted to flip a table when I realized he faked his own death. And then he comes back because he wants money? Bitch! He deserved a shot gun to the chest, damn. What a bitch. A hot sexy bitch that kisses women and grabs 'em by the pussy and then leaves, but a little bitch nonetheless. Tom, coming in and serving cunt and then dying. Goddamn.

Remainder

I had no idea that Tom kisses a man in this film... I just watched it because it had Tom as the main character... and then that kiss happened... probably the sexiest thing I've ever seen. Fuck. I do need to watch this film over again to really get a feel for... well all of it... more. This film was confusing as fuck and it deserves a re-watch for a better understanding of the story and Tom's character...Tom...

There other films on the list of stuff I've watched but not all of them really need a review... at least not right now.

Does anyone else have any thoughts or comments of these films and or shows? What about Tom in general? I kinda just want to gush with Tom Sturridge lovers about his roles and just him in general. I know I could have gone more in depth on some of his roles, but I think some of his roles have stood out more than others.

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Fake it (Pt 2 to Sick) - Nick Amaro

I roamed into the living room, carrying a mud-covered Frannie. Amanda looked up from her phone and started uncontrollably laughing. "This isn't funny," I glared.

"What happened? Ya'll look like you went on a dirt slip and slide."

"We did. It started raining and she ran down a dirt path. I followed her and tripped." She laughed harder and took a picture.

"I'm sending this to Nick." I huffed, letting Frannie run all over the room. "Hey!"

"Whoops." My phone rang and I looked at it, "Rollins." I answered.

"Hey, N/N. I wanted to check in with you and Amanda, I have my own personal cell here-" I hung up the phone before she could finish.

"What's wrong?"

"I-uh-nothing! I'm going to shower, there's a rock in my shoe." I quickly ran to the bathroom and locked the door. After what Kim had done to me and Amanda I was pissed, we were sent to jail, tried for murder, and our shields and guns were confiscated. I wasn't ready to forgive her, I turned the shower off, got dressed, and exited the bathroom.

"Y/N, Kim just called me. She called you too, didn't she?"

"Yeah, I'm not ready to forgive her Mandy."

"I know, but she's our little sister."

"Amanda, she lied to Lieutenant Tucker about us! She went to IAB and got us arrested!" There was a knock at the front door. "What!?" I yelled when I opened the door.

"I came to see how your day off is. I'm going to assume not so good." Nick snapped me out of my angry fit. "We need you, we got a homicide call."

"Okay, just let me change out of my sweats."

------ DUN DUN ------

"So, what were you two yelling about?" I raised my head from where I rested it on my hand and looked at him.

"Shouldn't you be focused on driving?" I retorted.

"I can multitask, I've only ever seen you that angry when you're dealing with a perp."

"Kim called us today, she said she wanted to check in on us, but I'm still mad at her."

"And you have every right to be,"

"Amanda wants to forgive her. She says that she's our little sister. I get family means everything but I'm pissed." The car came to a stop and we climbed out.

"Detective Amaro, this is my partner Detective Rollins. What do we have here?"

"16-year-old, at least 8 months pregnant, we found 28 stab wounds in her stomach and a gunshot to her head, there's no way to tell which one came first." I stared down at the young woman who lay on the ground, lifeless.

"That's not just a stab wound." I took a pair of gloved and put them on, gagging when I picked up an umbilical cord. "Whoever did this took the baby." The paramedics flipped her over, she had 'whore' carved into her back. "Oh, my god."

"I texted Liv, she's interviewing her classmates with Amanda."

"Okay, I think I need to step out." I took the gloves off, threw them away, and walked out the back sliding door, and Nick followed me out, closing the door behind us.

"Cariño, what's wrong?" I was leaning on the railing of the balcony, looking down at the cars below us.

"She was only 16, who was she involved with? And the mother said she was home, how do you not hear a gunshot or the screams of your daughter? Something just isn't sitting right with me about this."

"They did some snooping in the daughter's room, the baby daddy is a 'retired' pimp. After questioning the mother on it we learned she was selling her kids for money."

"Wait, kids?" I turned around to look at him. He nodded. "How old was the other?"

"I don't think you want to know." I covered my face with my hands and let out a long sigh. "Liv wants us back at the precinct. She said it's urgent." I started walking away but he grabbed my arm. "By the way, you looked adorable covered in mud with Frannie." I gave him a look and walked back to the car.

------ DUN DUN ------

"16-year-olds Martillia Costello and Maryam Costello were found dead in their apartment today at noon, their mother claims to have been in the apartment but says she didn't hear any struggling or any gunshots." Olivia filled us in on all the information we had.

"Which would be impossible unless she was deaf or was listening to some really loud music," I added on.

"Exactly, which is why we believe she was involved in the murder."

"We interviewed everyone who was close to her, she went to a group for teen pregnancies." Amanda read off her notes and taped a business card onto the whiteboard. "We called them and the ages ranged between, 16 to 19"I squinted at the card then looked back at the picture of the victim. "She's also not the first one in the group to suffer a terrible death."

"What do you mean?" Nick asked.

"Nicole Freeman was another 16-year-old, stabbed and shot the same way, Umbilical cord tied around her neck, and her baby was gone."

"So this sicko waits until they're ready to pop and attacks, they take the baby and kill the mother," Fin stated.

"And neither of them knew who the baby's father was." I rapidly wrote on my notepad and jumped up. "Let me go undercover as a pregnant teen, I'll join the group, claim to be 8 months pregnant and say I don't know who the father is. That's the only way to infiltrate the group and find the killer."

"Hell will freeze over before I let you do that." Amanda looked at me like I was incapable of doing this.

"No, she's right, maybe that will work." Olivia looked at me, "Can you do it?"

"Tell me where to get a pregnancy belly and I'm in."

------ DUN DUN ------

"Are you sure about this?" Nick parked the car in front of the building. "You're shaking."

"I'm sure, this is going to save innocent lives."

"You're very brave. I love you, Mi Amor."

"I love you too." I kissed his cheek and waddled out of the car and into the building.

"Girls we have someone new with us today. Would you like to introduce yourself?" The group leader Rose spoke.

"My name is Katherine, I'm 7 months pregnant with a baby girl and I'm 16."

"Nice to meet you, Katherine." Everyone spoke in unison, making me uncomfortable. Both murders were on the same day the girls joined, so this shouldn't be so hard.

"How about we meet up in my office when we're done here, alright Katherine."

"Uh, yeah. Okay." I responded.

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"So Katherine," She poured me a glass of water. "Where is the father of your baby?"

"Oh, he's in jail for rape."

"So the baby is going to grow up without a father?"

"No, I have a boyfriend, he's not the biological father, but he'll do." I drank the water. "Why is it spicy?"

"Tap water." I felt dizzy.

"No, no. Something is-" Black.

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I opened my eyes and I was in my own living room, "What the hell?" We of course took no chances and rigged the place with cameras, I knew the safe word, I would be safe.

"You're not fit to be a mother." Rose sliced my shoulder making me scream out. "A 16-year-old 7 months pregnant, no father." She sliced in between each word, getting deeper as she went. "Now I'm going to do with you what I did to those other whores." She brought the knife toward my fake stomach and sliced it open.

"Please, I want to live" I threw out the safeword. In seconds everyone was in the room, guns drawn.

"Police! Put your hands up!" Rose turned to me and I smirked through the pain.

"Rose Arintine. You're under arrest for the murders of Martillia Costello, Maryam Costello, and Nicole Freeman,"

"You have no proof of that!"

"You just tried to kill me and take my baby. And we found the missing babies in your house." She was dragged away and Amanda and Nick untied me.

"You okay?" She asked. I nodded "Okay, I'm going home." I removed the fake belly and turned to Nick.

"I think you owe me something." He grabbed my waist.

"Yeah? And what is that?"

"I think you know." He leaned in and our lips connected, it was sweet but short.

#law and order svu #svu #amanda rollins #nick amaro #nick amaro imagine #nick amaro x reader #nick amaro x you

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I have written my ideas down so we are ready to go!

I'm giving ya'll a break from the angst with this one lol! I'm very excited! I hope you all enjoy!

The people in this: Lee!Dewey, Ler!Huey, Ler!Louie

This contains slight spoilers from the episode "Only Child Day" soo be warned in advance if you haven't seen it and you don't want to be spoiled! It's nothing major but still! :] /pos

Tw: none this is incredibly soft!

With all that being said I hope you enjoy!

-K :]

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Set Fails!

"Live online! its Dewey Dew-Night! Digital Dewey Dew bites branded online content! With the Dew crew house band!! Dew that thing!"

Other than being a man of adventure Dewey also loved the world of media! Directing, acting, film in general! It was his secret passion, so he started his own web show called "Dewey Dew-Night" when he insisted they have 'Only Child Day' a holiday he made up so he can do what he wants to do by himself! It wasn't a total fail but that's where "Dewey Dew-Night" had it's first appearance to the world!

Webby was the first to find out about it through her spying on him but soon his brothers knew too and everyone else. Dewey didn't have to hide anymore which was good and they even made a separate corner in their shared room for him to do his show; but with the more people that knew, the more distractions it created and this was Live!

He didn't have the luxury of editing all that much of the show and it became very frustrating after a while.

"Okay internet! I have tried alot! To get noticed, celebrity interviews, jokes, explosions and this is the thanks I get!" He held up the video showing 14 likes and 15 dislikes; Dewey put it back down and smirked

"So I'm gonna give you all something so big! So epic! So impossibly viral that it's going to crack the internet in half AND THEN IN HALF AGAIN!" He brought out a bunch of things and layed them onto his desk his smirk growing "prepared to be quartered!" He smiled "Drum roll please" running over to the 'house band' he clicked the button on his keyboard before running to set everything up

He flicked on a spotlight and got ready with the newset Dewey stunt, lighting a sparkler and smirking "Hey internet, see you on the other side" he was about to do it when the lights flicked back on and the sparkler went out

"Uh- What? Hey im live streaming here!" He looked over as his brothers walked in, Huey making his way in front of the camera to go to his bed as he spoke

"Sorry Dewford, bedtime, I have a junior woodchuck sapling ceremony in the morning!" He smiled sitting on his bed out of frame

"But this is a late night talk show! I have to record it at night!" The duck in blue complained before the youngest came into frame yawning

"I had a long day of watching TV and I am wiped! I'll be taking this back!" He smirked grabbing one of the blankets Dewey used as a background curtain

"Louie!" He sighed slowly putting everything back before Louie spoke again

"Would you be a dear and get the lights" Dewey frowned turning everything off except for the spotlight

"All the lights" Louie insisted before Dewey smirked

"No" he spoke with confidence as he crossed his arms

"Im sorry no? I know you did not just say no to me!" Louie said sitting up now properly staring at the middle child

"I did! This is my show and I want to finish it!" He continued looking back at him

"Huey! Dewey just said no to me are you gonna let that slide!" He called up to the oldest with crossed arms as Huey sighed lightly before forming a plan

"I understand both of your sides of this debate, however Dewey is not gonna budge so either try to sleep with the light on or we join the show for a bit so he can continue to make it" Huey said giving Louie that look secretly without Dewey noticing, they have a look that says 'let's wreck this middle child' Dewey never catches on, it's subtle but they know!

"Fineee" Louie sighed playing along "we'll be on your show, but only for tonight so we can sleep"

"Really?! Yesss! Thank you!!" He unpaused the video as his brothers joined in

"Record scratch! We have a twist in tonight's content! My brothers have decided to appear here for you live! For the first time ever it's Huey and Louie! Give it up everybody!" He clicked the button on the keyboard that created applause as they waved sleepily.

Dewey recently got a couch for the show rather than that broken old chair so the pair sat comfortably there while Dewey went over some of the basic questions

It was becoming a really great show before Louie fidgeted in his seat and asked Dewey to come take a look at it because something could be wrong, and we all know that Dewey needed his space to be perfect!

"Huh I don't see any-WOAH!" With that Dewey was pulled up onto Louies lap, his head resting on his tighs while Huey wrapped his legs up in his

Dewey tried squirming as he growled "let me go! What's happening! This isn't funny you guys!"

Louie shared a smirk with his brother before wiggling his fingers teasingly at Dewey "It's about to get a whole lot funnier dearest Dewford~"

"Nononono- WAHAHAIT GUHUHUYS NOHOHOT FAHAHAIR!" He wiggled as best he could before covering his mouth trying to reduce the noise

"Oh no no no! We can't have the viewers miss out on your precious giggles now can we!" Louie said with a smirk pinning Dewey's arms up and behind him

"No no no guhuhuys! HuhuhueEEY! HAHA!" Huey giggled a little with him as the adventurers laughter increased as he scribbled under his knees

"Sorry Dewey but I have an important day Tommrow and we all need rest!" He smiled as Louie scribbled along his neck

"TIhiHicklEs! Ihihit Tihihickles! NoHoT FAhair!" Dewey let himself laugh, his body tired too from staying up passed his bedtime.

"Mhm! Exactly, this is what you get for saying no to me!" Louie giggled too as Dewey squeezed his eyes shut

"Oh this is totally fair, now if I did this! This is unfair!" The youngest smirked skittering along his ribs

"NAHAHAHAAHA LOHOHOHOUIEEHEHE NOHOHOT THEHEHERE!" He threw head back in defeat laughing as his ribs got the most attention out of the whole show

"Yes here! Tickle Tickle Tickle Deweyyy~" Louie giggled smirking as Huey joined in

"I haven't heard you laugh in so long, I really missed it"

Dewey's face went red with embarrassment at Hueys comment before he felt Huey tickle his bellybutton

"NAHAHAHAAHA PLEAHAHAHASE!"

After a little while his laughter fell scilent so they both stopped, rubbing away the ghost tickles and holding him close

"You okay Dew?" Louie asked rubbing circles in his back as Dewey nodded giggling up a storm

"I think it's bedtime yeah?" Huey asked smiling and placing a hand on Dewey's shoulder as he nodded again with a yawn this time

"Welp thahats going in the archives"

Louie giggled with a smirk "Too late I already uploaded it, whoops~"

"LOUIE!"

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I hope you all enjoyedd!

-K :]

#k writes tk things #ducktales 2017 tickle fic #ducktales 2017 tickle #ducktales tickle #ducktales tickle fic #lee!dewey #ler!huey #ler!louie

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1st, I can’t explain why but I’m sooooo happy to see you also thirsting after Namor. I love how the internet is collectively on their knees for Tenoch (and now thanks to Lupita he absolutely knows it)

2nd, very happy that you called attention to need AUs of all kinds for Namor because he deserves it and I’m horny

3rd, you’re going to write a fic??…for anyone not familiar with your writing, you’re in for a full course meal and then some. Like I’m sweating 🥵

literally read this with this expression on my face 😆 (there's not a shocked smiley face so like you get it lmaojdh). but umm ily <3

first off i love seeing tenoch react to the thirst like between interviewers and lupita showing him said thirst i'm literally in debt to them. that interview on the carpet where he sticks out his tongue after being asked if he's seen the internet thirst over him? yeah....yeah 😵‍💫

secondly, there are so so many mcu characters (specifically poc ones) that don't get shown enough love when it comes to au's. like no shade here, but we have about 500 bucky barnes au's to get us through 10+ years of isolation if we need it. namor DESERVES that same energy, just as other poc characters do!!!

thirdly, A FULL COURSE MEAL? DFKJSHFHDF MARRY ME! i have so much planned for this man and it's only going to get worse when i see the movie next week, ya'll are about to be sick of my ass i promise you!!!!

#also if anyone gets upset at the bucky comment then pls argue with the wall #we are all guilty with writing for the traditionally hot mcu men so dont take it personally bcus it's not #we just need to do better!#▸ laur answers

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clownsofthefandom · 2 years

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Let's discuss hypocrisy and that "collab blog post"... Pt.3

In this final post about their group's collab post, we're going to be examining their decision to go "Alida Free" and all the joyous things they've contributed towards this fandom.

Here's a piece from that collab post:

Let's break this down starting from the top. Specifically, where they mention that his girlfriend took all the attention away from "..what we like about Bill."

First, and foremost, based on the content these blogs (the ones that were tagged in that collab) have posted, none of these accounts even like Bill.

Why do we say that? Well, because they said it themselves:

"I may not like him anymore but wtf is going on?"

"I CAN’T RESPECT HIM OR ADMIRE HIM ANYMORE MYSELF."

"Marvel, stop hiring this Asshole."

"Even if I don’t like him or respect him I still can’t buy he’s this dumb you know?"

"He’s as stupid and trashy as her though."

"If there’s an actual second baby I’m gone. I won’t be able to hold any respect for Bill for doing that. I barely respect him now. I’m mostly just here to see what will happen at this point."

"Asshole."

"My respect for B has ended a while ago."

"Too late! Bill made an asshole of himself throughout the interview!"

"MAN I HOPE THIS GETS BACK TO BILL AND HE’S FORCED TO ACTUALLY GET OFF HIS DUMB ASS AND SAY SOMETHING FOR ONCE IN HIS SACKLESS LIFE"

"Bill Skarsgård FUCK YOU. From now on. You're alone."

As a note, those are not all from the same account. It's a collection of sweet ramblings uttered at their fave star Bill Skarsgård, from the minds of SimplestSimon, AlidaMortox, Full-Of-Tricks, and Colorful-White-Ideas. There were other accounts listed in the collab post as well, but these accounts are the most vocal. [However, it should be noted that the other accounts, while they didn't say these things, are supporters of the ones who did, which means they agree with the content being posted by liking their posts and even commenting with words of agreement]

In the collab post, SimplestSimon even states (and speaks for all of the accounts listed in the collab):

"And Bill has turned into a fool and an idiot in our eyes."

Huh. So you guys DON'T like him. Gotcha.

But then they go on to say...

"It is about time we take back this fandom and make it an arena for Bill and just Bill. For HIS benefit. It is HIS fandom. No one elses.

...Bill’s well deserved place in the spotlight. We are here for him, not her."

Wait...but I thought ya'll didn't like his foolish ass anymore? His "sackless life"? This "idiot"? And now you want to "take back this fandom". Hm.

It poses the natural question to them...at which point did he suddenly become worthy of your adoration and respect again? Because according to you all, as recent as two weeks ago, none of you guys even like him anymore.

And I guess to solidify their newfound love and respect, SimplestSimon wrote one of the most unintentionally funny parts of that entire post:

"You encorage exposure of things that Bill does not want exposed. Choose wisely.

Here are some pictures from some home videos. Everything from Sweden. We will not release our source, so don’t ask. We also have a lot more..."

......

....

....um....do you realize what you just said?

In the same stream of thought, you acknowledged that Bill does not want certain content exposed AND THEN PROCEED TO EXPOSE CONTENT BY SAYING "HERE ARE SOME PICTURES FROM SOME HOME VIDEOS."

....I truly wish this was made up.

It's been mentioned numerous times on these blogs that Bill is private, Bill doesn't appear to like to be filmed without his consent and/or awareness, and Alida (and anyone in her life who films him secretly then posts it) is awful for doing just that.

So I ask...what does it say about *you guys* for exposing that private content during your collab post, which was content that no one in the fandom would have seen had you not posted it? Does that sound like something a supportive fan would do, knowing what they know about how much he values his privacy?

Maybe we should listen to what SimplestSimon wrote (and they all agreed with) as the only truth in this situation: "And Bill has turned into a fool and an idiot in our eyes."

Actions speak louder than words.

So when we get messages to this blog saying things like, "it's quiet now in the fandom, why are you bothering with this?!" my answer remains:

Because these accounts are full of shit right now and WILL continue their reign of harassment, bullying, and spreading of false info. Those quotes that were posted earlier where they talked about disliking Bill were recent, some from this past month and a majority of them as recent as about two weeks ago.

We won't be surprised, and neither should you, to see some more "fuck Bill and Alida" posts clogging up the tags on tumblr and Instagram in the near future. We genuinely hope they don't do that, but their track record (and their current state of mind...which is that they don't like or respect Bill) states otherwise.

Finally, let's look at this part of the collab post:

"This fandom has turned from a Bill fandom to a multiuniverse of Morbergs pluss a little bit of Bill Skarsgård."

Since these blogs started popping up around two years ago, the #billskarsgard and #alidamorberg tags have been plagued by their posts. When I say "plagued", I mean plaaaaguueeedddd.

To put things into perspective, I took a screenshot of the #alidamorberg tag on Instagram ahead of writing this post:

If you go to that tag, you'll see that 80-90% of the content on there is from these blogs.

Despite saying this on that collab post:

"This woman wants part of this fandom and she wants the attention, good or bad, and she is not going to get any."

You guys sure gave this woman A WHOLE FUCKING LOT OF ATTENTION. She would probably have one, maaaaaybe two thousand posts on Instagram from fan accounts, but instead, you gave her seven-fucking-thousand posts.

Congrats ya'll...you played yourselves.

And that's not even counting the amount of posts that made their way onto the #billskarsgard tag as well.

As with any celebrity or "public figure" you don't like: if you don't want to support them online, don't give them any kind of encouragement or attention, such as likes, follows, mentions, etc. Or if you must, maybe don't do it for over two years straight? Just a theory.

Anyone who has been part of this fandom for a little while now is more than well aware of these blogs due to how much their content has shown up on their feed while looking at Bill Skarsgård tags online over the past couple of years. You literally could not escape this content unless you blocked all these accounts, and even then that wasn't always useful because they create new ones all the time.

So if there has been any "diversion in the fandom" over the years, you guys are the goddamn pioneers of it. You sailed that damn ship.

And in that collab post, there's no ounce of remorse, no hint of an apology for contributing to the toxicity in the fandom. No moment of clarity where they say, "our bad you guys, we can see the error in our ways..."

Because they don't actually think they did anything wrong.

We have spoken to SO many different people within the fandom over the years and they have all said the same thing about these accounts: they make you feel awful after reading the content and were always one of the worst things about this fandom. Because, again, it felt like you couldn't escape their content.

Yes, even despite agreeing with some of SimplestSimon's theories in the past, the bulk of the content (from several of these accounts) has always been mean spirited, aggressive, and bully-like. And these were public posts, with both Bill and Alida's names hashtagged, in the hopes that lots of people would consume their content, especially Bill and Alida. They knew what they were doing.

They even went as far as commenting on Alida and Bill's personal posts on Instagram, using multiple accounts to do so. Some of the accounts you'll see listed (annonmeedr and nightmare_online are some of their alternate accounts they use).

The first photo is taken from the comment section of a recent photo Alida posted on Instagram. This was from about two weeks ago. On the photo with annonmeedr, they are commenting on a post of Alida's where Bill apparently liked the photo. Bill's Instagram account (which has since been deleted) has been blurred out in pink. He is seen in the last photo congratulating a friend and their partner for their child's first birthday.

This behavior speaks for itself. Disgusting. Inappropriate. Fucking sad.

Let it also be noted that these accounts doing this are all part of the group listed on the collab blog post. SimplestSimon has stated before that they don't personally reach out to anyone (not their style), but if you're friends with someone who does, include them in your group, link their account, re-post, like, and follow their material...aren't you complicit? Supportive? Aren't those some of the same things they accuse Bill of being by continuing to stay with Alida?

But, it's not like that anymore guys. Because in just about two weeks, they went from:

"Bill Skarsgård FUCK YOU. From now on. You're alone."

to....

I LOVE HIS NOSE IT’S LIKE THE MOST PERFECT NOSE ON THE MOST PERFECT FACE EVER! ❤️❤️❤️

I guess this Anon question sent in to Colorful-White-Ideas's blog said what we were all wondering as well:

"Why do you run a blog around a dude you say fuck you to?"

Why, indeed.

#bill skarsgard #bill skarsgård

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moneyes · 5 years

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Aidan Gallagher’s depiction of a 58-year-old in Netflix’s The Umbrella Academy is too good to be fake. He’s clearly just an immortal; definitely older than John Mulaney but not as old As Keanu Reeves. So, became an immortal sometime in the Early to Mid 19th century? I mean, he looks too comfortable in the schoolboy outfit, therefore he must have worn it for an extended period of time in the past.

#the umbrella academy #ua #aidan gallagher #number five #immortal #I don't make the rules I just post memes about them #How is this child three years younger than me what?#Also #have ya'll seen him in interviews???#He's the most well spoken one of the main cast Istg

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darlingdesire · 2 years

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HARRY STYLES HEADCANON

relationship things, pt 1.

- I honestly feel as if Harry would do the dumbest, most cutest things to see you smile or hear you laugh. He loves the way your face lights up with pure happiness and joy - it makes him feel proud knowing he was the one that made it happen.

- You would just be chilling on the sofa or something, watching a movie or a show, and Harry would come up to you with a bottle or two of nail polish in his hands.

"Paint my nails, please?"

"Can you help me with my left hand please, baby? I don't wanna mess it up"

- Ya'll would definitely have a secret code for 'I love you' for whenever you were away from each other or out in public when neither of you are able to say it. If Harry was doing an interview or performing on stage, his cute ass would no doubt sign it.

- Sometimes when you would be laying on the sofa or sprawled out in bed, Harry would come over, say nothing and plonk down ontop of your body.

Some of the times it would be to annoy you because he hadn't seen you all day; his annoying ass pinning you below him and not letting go whilst chuckling into your neck as you tried and failed to push him away.

But most of the times he would do it because of the exhausting and stressful day he had; neither of you would say nothing as he crawled up your body and wrapped his arms around you. His face would be hidden against your neck, eyes closed. And as soon as you run your fingers through his hair, the frown on his face would cease and he would let out a relaxed sigh.

- When the two of you would be cooking/baking/etc, your Bluetooth speaker would be playing your shared playlist. Sometimes he would playfully sing the song loudly and pull you into his arms to slow dance around the room, you giggling at his silliness.

- And speaking of cooking and baking: once a week, the two of you would usually be in the kitchen making a mess as you tried to make the recipe you guys found online.

This dude loves and I mean lovess your special cookies that you bake for him. The plate would be demolished literally the next day because he just can't stay away from them they're that yummy.

- He only drinks tea if it's made by you and you only - he swears you're magic or something because once, he tried making a cup of tea the exact same way you did, but when he tried the tea, it tasted nothing like how you would make it.

- Pamper nights. Don't even get me started.

If he's had a bad day? Pamper night.

If you've had a bad day? Pamper night.

Even if it had been a good day you would still have a pamper night.

It was very therapeutic and calming.

There would be a movie on the TV playing as the two of you would be sat in bed, an array of snacks laid out before you whilst you had face masks on.

I feel like there would be a shared drawer in your bathroom dedicated to all the skincare and beauty stuff just for pamper nights.

- sometimes when ya'll would be watching TV, the motherfucker would point to an animal or something totally random, and say "looks like you"

- Would definitely send you stupid memes of something he found funny, even if the two of you were right next to each other.

- You would send him memes of himself throughout the day;

You would have a whole album on your phone dedicated to them and encourage the fandom to make more so you can laugh at them and send them to Harry.

- He would take photos of you at such random times; either when you were watching TV, doing your makeup/skincare, walking around the house, literally whenever and would post them on his close friends story on Insta.

- The man loved to play with your hair. He would do hairstyles, he would brush it, and he would also just fiddle with it mindlessly.

- when cuddling, his fingers would always trace patterns over your skin without him knowing he was doing it. His hand would most of the time sneak under your shirt to touch your bare skin.

- Would sometimes use your shampoo, conditioner, or body wash because he loves the way it smells of you. I also feel as if he would sneakily spray some of your perfume on him before going out to the studio or to an interview just to have a bit of you with him.

- He loves the way you smell. Your perfume, your body wash, you shampoo and conditioner. The man thinks he's in heaven every time he gets a whiff of it.

- If you were in different parts of the house or if either of you were out, he would call you just to say 'I love you' and then hang up.

- After showing him your new clothes, he would go ahead and try them on like a fashion show and make you watch, posing and jokingly saying they looked better on him.

- Harry would be so cuddly and soft and clingy and UGHHHHH. My heart.

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marvels-bitch-boy · 2 years

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natasha x male!reader request but it’s about “friends” season 3. episodes 11 & 12! where rachel gets a job interview thanks to mark & ross is all jealous and after she starts the job he sends all these gifts so he knows she isn’t single! yeah make rachel the reader in this story and ross would be natasha lmao :) especially the part where it’s like “men are only ever nice to get into bed” but obviously “women” instead of “men” bc this is a fanfic lol

Masterlist , Part 2

Nat’s boy

Request: yes

Natasha x male reader

A/N: Ya'll okay! so I tried to do a bit of angst at the end (Probably not very good) so im sorry if thats not what You want but I'm gonna do a part two!! cuz this was actually super super fun!!!

Word Count: 3k

“Natty! Guess what?!” you burst into your shared apartment in the city with a bag of groceries tucked under your arm and a wide smile spread across your face. You were dressed in a more casual suit today because you had a job interview at Oscorp earlier.

“What’s up?” she looked up from her mission reports spread on the kitchen island and noticed the smile on your face “Did you nail it like I said you would?”

You shook your head as you removed your shoes and placed your keys down “better…” you walked over to the countertop and placed the bag down before walking out of the room to change.

“What could be better?” you could hear the curious and playful tone of her voice from the kitchen.

You emerged from the bedroom in your sweatpants, fuzzy socks, and an old band shirt that Natasha got for you on your first date “trust me, this is better…” you began to lay out the ingredients for dinner “I was in the longest check out line and the lady behind me” you snap your fingers trying to remember her name “uh-oh! -her name was Pepper I think…” you look for the knives “and she asked me about my day and we started talking about jobs and then she told me that she’s Tony Starks assistant!” you looked up to Natasha with a huge smile and wide eyes, her face didn’t show the same excitement yours had “I told her about my interview at Oscorp and she insisted that I interview for Tony too, she said ‘You’d make a fine addition to our team’ CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT?! I mean what are the chances!”

“Oh...that’s great...um-well when is the interview, maybe I can help you prep?” she attempts to give you a soft smile and help you cook

“Oh, that’s alright Pepper actually wants to meet for coffee tomorrow and coach me through it” you hand her some ingredients to chop

“Really...that sounds great…” she strains out as she chops

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“It. Sounds. Awful.” Natasha says between hits to the punching bag

“Nat...it’s just coffee for a potential interview,” Steve says as he attempts to calm her down

“Yeah well, you don’t know him like I do, he thinks it’s just coffee and then bam!” she hits the bag again “He’s got another stalker or another girl who texts me that he’s cheating and I have to explain all over again that ‘he’s just nice’ or ‘no back off bitch I know how to use a gun’... the last one was just once but still! He can’t seem to grasp that almost all women just want sex from him”

“Not all, I mean you just wanted him to stop getting your mail by accident”

She grew a sheepish look “yeah...about that…”

“Nat…” he looked at her with eyes as old as time

“I mean you’ve seen him! Who wouldn’t try something!... That’s why I know this is just another trick to get him into bed!” she points at him defensively

“Nat...it’s just an interview, I’m sure he won’t even get the job, and Oscorp is his first choice right?”

“Yeah, he was crazy excited when he saw the email from them” she smiled just thinking about how much you lit up when you read your name on the computer screen

“Then I’m sure he’d pick them over Stark” he gave her a pat on the back as he went to collect his things

This left Natsha alone with her thoughts. She knew that you would never cheat or flirt with anyone on purpose, even by accident you just thought you were being nice. It was what drew her to you, the way you apologized to her for getting one single piece of mail as if it was your fault...then you called her pretty, you smiled at her in the hall, you invited her to hang out with some friends at the pool in your building, you invited her to the movies, you invited her to go on runs in the morning, and then she asked you out...because you couldn’t tell the difference between her flirting and her kindness. This brought the fear back, she knew if Pepper even asked you out that you would say yes, not because you’re a cheater but because you’re nice…

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It had been a week since you met Pepper and had your first interview prep, and it was finally the big day, you got dressed in the suit Natasha helped you pick out, and you went over the note cards Pepper and you made. You made your way out the door and gave Natasha a kiss on the cheek before you slipped out the door and made your way to the subway.

“Hey, Pep!” you saw her at her desk as soon as you got off the elevator

“Oh! Y/N, looking very sharp! Mr Stark will be ready for you in a minute, did you go over the notes?” she gave you a sweet smile and beckoned you over

“Of course I did! And thanks I had some help picking it out, couldn’t decide on the vibe I wanted” you propped your elbows on the desk in front of you

“Well, I’m sure he’s gonna love it” just as she finished the door behind her opened up and out came Tony Stark

“You must be the young man Pep has told me about... Y/N, right?” he gave you an outstretched hand which you took immediately

“Uh-yes sir, that's me...Um-uh, it's an honour to meet you Mr Stark” you shake his hand for just a little too long out of excitement -I mean this is Thee Tony Stark!- you soon let go and followed him into his office.

It was very sleek and beautifully decorated in a modern fashion, there were pieces of technology scattered on every desk and shelf. Mr Stark directed you to a pair of twin armchairs on one side of the room. You took a seat and made yourself as comfortable as you could.

He started the interview off just as Pepper had told you he would. You answered every question honestly and as Pepper told you to. She was right about everything he would ask and how he would act. All the things she prepped you for seemed to be paying off. The interview seemed to be going well when suddenly he got a very urgent call, he apologized for the inconvenience and had Pepper show you out. She apologized to you again as she walked you out of the building.

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You entered the front door and got hit with a bear hug from Nat, you wrapped your arms around her waist and it made your heart do a small flip as it always did when she would touch you. The longer the hug lasted for the more suspicious you grew, I mean it wasn’t unusual for her to have long hugs but those were after finding her on the couch with ice cream in hand or after a stressful day at work -which you still didn’t know much about.

“um...Natty? Is everything alright?” you kept her close and spoke softly in case your gut was right.

She pulled away slightly to look at you “yes…” she looked at you inquisitively “is everything alright with you?” she was careful with her tone as she spoke

“Yes, my interview went really well. Pepper said I’m a shoo-in for the job” your smile crept up on your face in a magnetic way as you spoke.

“Oh -Yay! That’s- that’s great! I’m so glad you were able to do it!” she loosened her grip on you and began to make her way out of your arms but you were able to tighten your grip on her and pull her back in

“soooo...I was thinking we could go out tonight to celebrate? Huh? Sounds fun doesn’t it, we could go to that new Pho place you told me about?” you wiggled your eyebrows at her with a wide smile and pleading eyes you knew she could never say no to

She attempted to avoid your gaze for a moment “Okay, fine -but only because you’ve put me into such a good mood”

You jumped up and down with her in your arms before you made your way to get ready

---time-skip: 5 hours---

It was only 4 am when you received a call from Tony Stark, you were half asleep but all you heard was “You start at 9” and you immediately woke up, you jumped out of bed and began to cheer around the apartment. You did happen to wake up Nat but she was more concern with if you were having a stroke or nightmare. She quickly realized it was a happy run around the house and sat on the couch until you calmed yourself down.

“So...was it Oscorp?” she asked half asleep now as she got up off the couch

“Nope! Better! Stark industries! I got the Job!! Can you believe it?” your smile was so bright it felt like a phone being turned on at 3 am in the dark.

“What! That’s-that sososooo great! Wow, I can totally believe that they’d want you” a total lie, she knew you’d get an offer but she didn’t think it’d be this fast...oh shit

“I’m so excited I mean I get to work with thee Tony Stark, and I can use my ideas to help people now! This is gonna be amazing Nat! I can’t wait to start working with Pepper too…” the words died out in your throat as you went to go and begin making breakfast -it might be 4 am but you have to prep your clothes and go through all your plans that you want to start right away.

Oh god...Nat needed to go for a run or five.

---Time-skip: 1 week---

Okay...so the first 3 days were very normal, you got a tour from Pepper, had a few meetings, and got invited to a dinner with Tony, Pepper, and “Happy”. There was no way that you could pass up the opportunity, a dinner paid for by your bosses and you got to bring your girlfriend? That’s a win-win!

It wasn’t until the day after dinner did Natasha start to act a little weird. You arrived the next morning to find a teddy bear with a bouquet of flowers in its arms on your desk...you thought it was really sweet when you read the card.

“From the woman who had HER heart stolen by you, and who stole YOUR heart in return ;)”

-Natasha <3

She’s never really sent you anything like this before, you saw it as a new side of her. Considering that you’d now work a lot more hours than before you knew the time you spent together would be cut by a lot but this made it feel like she would always be around you. You texted her letting her know you got it and that the bear was your new favourite office decoration -it was.

A few hours later, however… she sent you another bouquet of flowers… with another card and then 10 mins later a box of chocolates...then another stuffed animal...and then more flowers...soon your entire office was filled with balloons, flowers, chocolate, and stuffed bears, frogs, elephants, spiders?, Otters, and now some odd animal with no face but the wings of a chicken… Every time a new one came in Pepper would give you a little look and a smile, you simply chuckled and placed them with the others after storing the cards.

When you arrived home Nat had already made dinner and seemed to be more interested in your work than she has in years. You didn’t mind this change it was just odd because you usually looked forward to cooking dinner with her and talking about her day. You both curled up on the couch after dinner and watched a movie, one of the things you looked forward to every day. Just her and you on the couch with a new movie and some ice cream or pie (she knew the secret to the crust and you had a trick to making the perfect filling every time). She cuddled into you as much as you thought she could without actually fusing into you. You didn’t object, you just let her be and let her fall asleep to your breathing before you carried her to bed for the night.

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As you began to prepare for your lunch break of the day you heard someone talking with Pepper outside your door, you weren’t expecting anyone so when Natasha walked through the doors you were pleasantly surprised. She was wearing a casual yet stunning wine red dress, you double-checked the date to make sure it wasn’t any kind of special day before you reached her in the middle of the room and found her wrapping her arms around your waist now.

“Well, Ms Romanoff what do I owe the pleasure this fine afternoon?” you spoke as a loving smile graced your lips.

She returned it with one of her own “oh, just a girl who really wanted to surprise the man she loves” she gave you a small peck on the lips.

“Now I can’t argue with that” you gave her a kiss on the forehead “Mr Stark invited me to lunch with him and Pepper...you’re welcome to join, or I can take you out just the two of us?” you stared into her eyes trying to gauge a reaction.

“Can we- uh- talk about…Pepper for a moment actually?” she looked down and dropped her hands from your waist.

“Pepper? Why? What’s going on?” you took one of her hands in yours and attempted to look at her in the eyes. She still averted her gaze from yours. This made your heart do a bellyflop down to your stomach. A pit started to form inside of you like never before. Normally when Natasha needed to talk to you about something serious or tried to avoid something serious she wouldn’t make eye contact with you and her face would go to stone, you had already reached stage one and stage two usually took three days to get back from so you knew you had to tread lightly and be patient.

“Look, Y/N you are incredibly attractive, and one of the sweetest and friendliest men I’ve met, these are some of the things that drew me to you …” she took a deep breath in which made your stomach twist and turn “but some other women can get drawn in sometimes too, and they don’t really understand sometimes when you are being friendly or when you are flirting...and I’m starting to get that feeling with Pepper-”.

You cut her off “wait, hold on you think Pepper only did all of this because she thought I was flirting with her when we met?” you dropped her hand as you spoke “You don’t think I actually got this job do you?-”.

Natasha finally looked at you in the eyes and grabbed your hands “No! Of course not! I never had a doubt in my mind that you would get this job, but I’m just worried that she might expect something in return at some point”.

“Nat, Pepper isn’t gonna expect anything in return except that I do my job! Why can’t you see that?” you slightly raised your voice at her this time and the pit was beginning to fill up with a different emotion.

“When will you see that women are only nice to you to get you into bed!” she raised her voice even more. It was very rare that you two had a fight like this -you knew all relationships had a few fights every now and then so it didn’t worry you that much- but this one seemed like it was one that she wanted to have for a while.

“Were you? Did you only smile at me because you thought it would get you something? Where you just playing me?” you lowered your voice and covered your face with your hands, they shielded you from any kind of truth or lie that her eyes would throw at you. You knew not to look in the eyes with these kinds of questions they always ended poorly for the one asking.

She opened her mouth to speak for a moment but the words became caught in her throat like a fish in a net “I-um… I-I did, -at first! But then I got to know you more...” she softened her tone and slowly guided your hands away to look at you “and I got to talk to you and understand you, I got to understand why you smiled at everyone all the time. I saw how creative you were and how loving and all I wanted was to be the person who got that love every day.” you looked into her eyes as she spoke, you knew that you should trust her but you couldn’t shake the feeling that she was lying to you...you’ve been used before and turns out she was one of those people in the beginning.

You averted your gaze from her and turned around back towards your desk “I think you should probably go Natsha-”

She quickly interrupted you “-No, I’m going to stay here and talk this through”

When she reached for your shoulder you pulled away from her grasp “I want to be alone right now...I have a lot of work to get done, so please just leave”

She attempted to reach for you again but retracted her hand, she sighed “I’ll be training late tonight, so I’ll grab some food with Steve” and with that, she left. You didn’t realise it but Pepper had been on the other side of the door and as soon as Natasha left she rushed in to give you a hug. One that you desperately needed at the moment.

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