#how very cinematic of you 😏

[goldsainz]

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pairing . . . max verstappen x reader

◦∘｡ﾟ. summary . . . you both love taking photos and that’s the way you show off your love.

◦∘｡ﾟ. note . . . this is SO rushes but i’m doing what i can to catch up because i fell a little bit (a lot actually) behind. i hope y’all like it and enjoy it nevertheless 💙

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yourusername valentine’s day 💌

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maxverstappen1 Of all the pictures to choose from…

⤷ yourusername you look amazing. stop fishing for compliments 🙄

⤷ maxverstappen1 Oh?

⤷ yourusername love you

⤷ danielricciardo Look at Maxie go 😏

⤷ maxverstappen1 That emoji is making things very awkward

⤷ yourusername yeah, stop flirting with my boyfriend daniel

ynfan1 relationship goals

ynfan2 they’re my parents actually

maxfan1 I’M IN LOVE WITH THEM

maxfan2 max looks so yummy 🫠

maxfan3 oh to kiss max

⤷ ynfan3 max?? look at y/n!!!!!!!!!

ynfan4 they’re so baby but also so parents

maxfan4 i need someone to love me like this

ynfan5 mama y papa

ynfan6 they have to get married 🥹

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maxverstappen1 My Valentine ❤️

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yourusername my heart just melted

yourusername max.jpg soon????

⤷ landonorris No

⤷ maxverstappen1 Running to make one

⤷ yourusername take that norizz

maxfan21 max loves her sm😭

maxfan22 the second pic is perfect

ynfan21 y/n looks so hot

maxfan23 how he pulled her will forever be a mystery

⤷ ynfan22 no like he needs to teach us his ways

maxfan24 PARENTS ‼️

ynfan23 “my valentine” what if i cried

ynfan24 nobody is ever topping them

ynfan25 that second pic is cinematic

maxfan25 WHY IS NOBODY TALKING ABOUT THE POSSIBLE .JPG ACCOUNT????

⤷ maxfan26 i’m going insane too😭

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[evansbby]

How did baby wifey react when she found out her “ex” husband! Ari put a baby in her 😲? Was she scared, was she happy, a bit of both? Did Ari have to do a lot of work convincing her to continue with the pregnancy or was she happy from the beginning when she first found out she was preggo to have the baby?

Also baby wifey is so cute, OMG 🥺 Such a sweetheart 🥺 Imagine when omega is Omega Rogers and baby mama to Steve’s bajillion babies, and if Ari’s baby wifey and Steve’s omega become besties 🥹 - the world would not be prepared for the level of sweetness and cuteness and wholesomeness those two darlings would bring 🥺🥺 In this hypothetical crossover in bestie’s (you 🥰) fanfic cinematic universe, I imagine senator!Steve and mafia!Ari meet doing some super bossman business thing and become friends. Ari sees omega, the picture perfect loving obedient housewife and adoring mother and approves of her and sets things up so baby wifey and her meet because he hopes that when baby wifey sees omega’s life as a wife and mother that it’ll somehow make baby wifey want that same thing with Ari 😏

- 💙 anon

I actually haven’t decided or thought far enough into the story about Ari getting reader pregnant!! I mean, it’s Ari so he definitely will knock her up at some point, but I haven’t figured out the deets of how he’s gonna persuade her it’s okay, or how she’ll react!

And omg!! Ari’s wife and Steve’s omega would make such a cute friendship! They’re both so soft and sweet! But for some reason, I can’t see Steve and Ari getting along at all. POYT!Steve would act typically psychotic and think Ari wants to fuck his omega, he’d also think his omega wants to fuck Ari. He’d also think Ari’s wife is “a dumb whore” (💔💔) and all his accusations would be completely baseless lmao. Mafia!Ari would think POYT!Steve is immature and a hothead. Ari’s wife would think Steve is mean. Steve’s omega would like everyone but she wouldn’t be allowed to speak to Ari. In fact, Ari wouldn’t allow his baby wife to speak to POYT!Steve either. So, this whole friendship would be very difficult to navigate through😭😭

But I can imagine the two girls being friends, giggling about how their husbands look suspiciously alike (🤔🤔) and they’d compare their stuffies and share clothes and be all cute like that. And maybe soon, poyt!Steve and mafia!Ari would begrudgingly become friends too, mayhaps bond over how they both enjoy manipulating their significant other?? 🫶🏼😌

#although I do think once poyt!steve becomes senator!steve he’d be more mature and less psychotic #this is such a fun dynamic to think about tho #anon #poyt ask #mafia ex husband ari au #💙 anon

[flfverse]

Hiii it’s the sub!kiri anon again 💞 I meant to drop in earlier but immediately after your response I had like. a Cinematically terrible week so I’m stopping in now instead!

I loooove all your thoughts on the kink variety, especially everything you said w kaminari todoroki and shinsou! I’m curious about kaminari especially—like, what solo stuff looks like in this particular setting where kink isn’t always inherently sexual? and also how safe it is to do that kind of stuff alone, especially for a sub, since that headspace is super vulnerable! like if a sub drops in a forest and no one’s around to hear, how does he rebound from that? 👀

and for todoshin I’m just… frothing??? like yes good to make todoroki match shinsou but also UM?? the DRAMA of todoroki of all people being into pain, when you look back at his particular upbringing? It makes so much sense that he would get the wires for love and pain crossed with all the shit his parents put him through. there are so many layers of coping to unravel with him i could practically write an essay, so matching him up with shinsou is just soooo perfect imo haha. But yes!!! Service/pillow Princess todoroki is VERY IMPORTANT!! He can have both!!! The duality of man!!!!!!! He just feels so fluid to me like he can do it all and he SHOULD!

you mentioned shinsous damage with gags an muzzles… is that just because of his quirk, or is there trauma to unravel? 👀 i must admit I always love the trope of shinsou being muzzled as a kid, but with the context of this au i feel like it adds even more flavor ✨ that is, there’s kind of something inherently sub-like about being muzzled, and with shinsou being a dom, i gotta wonder what that could do to a kids head? like a dom being forced into a submissive role without consent during the formative years of his youth… much to think about 🧐

I’m also curious about how a dom/switch (or sub/switch, but I’m particularly talking about todoshin rn sooo ;p) works with the biological components! In your bkdk story there’s the switch therapy arc (which I LOOOOVE btw tysm for that💞💞💞 caretaker fatigue is so real and it felt so validating to get to see Bakugou getting taken care of for a lil bit ❤️‍🩹) which made it sound like switching if you don’t already lean switch would be difficult or unadvisable? So if a switch is paired with a dom, does that switch also need to satisfy their own dom leanings to be healthy? Or are they able to do alright with hanging out in the Sub Zone? And if they do need to go Dom Mode sometimes, how does the usual dom in the relationship handle that?

Sorry for all the questions! Todoroki n shinsou just got me thinking! 💞 also, kind of a non sequitur, but I wanted to say that some of my favorite scenes have been the subcircle scenes in each of your fics—especially the one w deku and todoroki that went so downhill 😏 what can i say I love the dramaaaaa

but yeah, sorry for the long message again! It felt too presumptuous to message you so I hope you don’t mind 💞This au has really been getting me through some difficult times lately, so thanks so much for all your hard work! I can’t wait for the next installment! Much love💞💞💞 —V

omg hi again! i’m sorry about your week :(( i hope it’s going a bit better now 💞💞

okay okay on kaminari and solo play—i came up with that fairly on the fly lol BUT i imagine this world has like, a thriving ASMR community where someone pretend-talks you through a scene or something lol, so that’s the main option. but also depending on the person they could just hang out and put themselves in a light headspace if they really tried. like the first thing coming to mind is pet play again 💀 even with no dom around you can still dress up yknow?

but you are correct it is not exactly what one would call Safe lol. definitely not uncommon, but ill-advised, because of the risk of drop or the sub hurting themself. the best-case scenario is something like what kaminari has, where other people are nearby to notice if something has gone wrong.

ugh and YES todoshin, i love them both so much so ofc i have to give them all the angst >:3 imagine it coming out that todo’s into pain and someone just decides to like, shame him about it. “obviously you don’t actually like it you were just conditioned by your father and you need therapy and your dom is abusive if they take advantage of that” yada yada yada. like no! well maybe! he does need therapy but shh anyway.

and oh i love giving shinsou quirk-related trauma so ofc muzzles <3 but i did NOT think about the inherent sub-ness of it omg….the urge to write about like a 13yo shinsou getting adopted by erasermic in this verse grows STRONGER. i need to talk about his issues. also uhhh the parallels of todoroki being forced into a dominant role and shinsou into a submissive one??? hello

yes okay and dom/switch relationships. there’s two ways this could go! i actually wrote a tiny exchange in CTL chapter 3 about how todoshin deal w this but i just had to go reread what it says bc i do not know my own lore. anyway. obvs this could be solved by polyamory but in the context of a monogamous relationship

scenario one: the switch is allowed to have other partner(s) as needed. todoroki alludes to this in CTL and says that recently he and shinsou & aoyama and tokoyami made a sort of…i guess friends with benefits? arrangement, since they have the same kind of issue. they’re not all dating each other, they just sometimes do a scene together if necessary. easier and more personal than always finding a different partner.

scenario two: i was going to use spinneraki as an example for this which is when i realized that i never wrote spinner’s orientation down anywhere. i have no idea what i want it to be. problem for later. regardless, shigaraki is a really sub-leaning switch, so he pretty much exclusively subs and works out his Dom Energy via running the league. so if someone leans hard one way or the other they might be fine doing that.

switches do generally need both headspaces for balance, though, BUT it would take a good bit longer to get to actual withdrawal if they were only indulging one side, if that makes sense?

ugh and YES i love the sub circle scenes they’re very fun. i have an idea in my wip list about todoroki angsting over joining one at ua bc he’s so used to just being a dom, but now that we have trans!kiri i can also give him the same angst…hehehe. i too love the drama.

and omg do not apologize for sending asks, i always love getting them and i love your energy💖 absolutely feel free to message me as well, but no pressure if you want to stay on anon.

#asked and answered #d/s au #worldbuilding #i think? #anon v #todoroki shouto #shinsou hitoshi #todoshin #possible ideas #oh btw i have the start of two trans!kiri oneshots going #i’ll probably save them to post during the free falling hiatus in june/july #unless i get impatient! who knows #tbh i will probably get impatient with at least one of them i have Zero impulse control

[link-sans-specs]

💚☔️💙

GMM2105

Will It Umbrella?

#gmm #gmm 2105 #link neal #rhett mclaughlin #rhink? #link avec specs #link gets wet #rhett too #so cute in those rainboots #such fond looks today #holding hands #huddling together #all heart eyes and smiles 😍 #in the sun and the rain #such romantic ambience #how very cinematic of you 😏 #just kiss already #😘😘😘 #my edit

[galactic-academia]

El beso de fuego

All my work is 18+, so minors, please, pass your way; thank you.

Rating: T

Category: F/M

Fandom: Narcos

Relationship: Javier Peña x F!Reader (No name, no “Y/N”, no descriptions; Steve Murphy calls you “sis”)

Tags: Suspected mysoginy, pining, non-graphic violence, protective Javier Peña, swearing, blood, injuries, idiots in love, idiots to lovers, kissing, rough kissing, fluff.

TW: canon-typical violence (but non-graphic), blood, vulgar language.

Words: 2,3K

Summary:  Javier Peña hates you, you’re sure about it. Injured after a tussle with a sicario, you’re going to understand how wrong you were...

Notes: Alright, it’s the first time I dip my toes into the “Pedro Pascal cinematic universe”. I’ve been lurking in the fandom for quite a while, however, so I’m very excited about finally sharing all my love and good vibes with you all! I always knew the first character I would write for in this fandom would be Javi Peña...

Please, remember that I’m not a native; I will ask you to forgive the mistake I make and, in exchange, promise I’ll do my best to improve. Also, for this specific fic, know that Spanish isn’t my mother tongue either 😅 Don’t hesitate to show me my mistakes, I swear I won’t bite (unless you want me to 😏 ). Translations of words and sentences in Spanish can be found after the story. That being said: enjoy!

PLEASE, note that the Reader thinks Javi has mysoginic thoughts but SHE is WRONG. Thank you.

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A woman in the DEA. Not in the intel service, not a glorified secretary or whatever office job - invaluable - but nestled behind a desk; no, a woman in the field. What the fuck did they think they were doing, back in DC?

Hell, his infuriated gaze was so intensely focused on you, you almost could hear him thinking. That, added to the discomfort caused by the suffocating humidity of Bogota, and exacerbated by the adrenaline pumping in your veins… You were reduced to the basicest of your instincts: put a foot in front of the other, looking right toward Murphy - he’s still there, he’s still alive - looking left toward Peña - also there, also alive - looking in front of you, no sicario. Rewind, replay.

Intelligence services had been crystal clear, they had heard it from the man himself: la garduña would be en el Mercado Paloquemao today. A really good place to blend in and carry on with one’s business undetected. Clever bastard. Too bad he had felt the need to brag about his brightness to his friend on the phone. Too bad for him, anyway.

There.

You start to run, hoping the lack of shouting on your part helps to not alert the gangster you’re after. Nice try, you can hear Peña screaming your name - of course he would be the one to ruin it - but you have several seconds ahead and la garduña is shocked. He’s only starting to run now; afraid, angry and desperate. But not as much as you are. He may know the market like the back of his hand but your ire fuels your senses; there’s nothing you can’t see, nowhere you can’t run or jump. It’s you or him.

Peña is still shouting after you, his voice cracking in the middle of the cry. If you didn’t know better… But you do know better. To Hell with Javier Peña, his big, bright puppy dog eyes, his charming pout, the fluffy nest of curls on his head and his colorful shirts. To Hell with his velvety voice, his wit, his grumpiness, his stubbornness, his implacable will to do right.

To Hell with you and your stupid, goddamn heart.

***

Someone is going to die. You or la garduña, Javi just doesn’t know yet. If he had time for sarcasm right now, he would wish for the sicario to be the one to pass away; if you die and the man is still breathing, Javi’s going to take care of him. Gonna ask Carrillo to tend to him. Gonna steal a flame-thrower in the barracks armory and put an end to the drug trafficking by himself - can’t cook coke up with their ass on fire, can they? Gonna hunt each and any asshole vaguely suspected to be in touch with fucking Escobar, gonna beat the fuck out of them all, gonna - gonna…

Gunshots. Shouts, you’re screaming - but you’re not the only one - grunts and then an agonizing cry.

Javi would swear his heart has stopped, if he weren’t running like he never has, only to find you - sprawled on the ground - and the sicario, clutching his knee, writhing in a pool of his own blood.

Like in a movie set in slow-motion, Javier watches you laboriously sitting, then touching your face and eventually your chest to assess the damages. There are several bruises forming on your arms, one on your throat - the fucker tried to strangle you - and another on your cheek. Your nose is bleeding, so is your mouth. There’s a bullet in your tac-vest.

There’s a bullet in your tac-vest.

As Javi warily comes by, you throw him a glare through the hair that has fallen in your face, still enraged. He reaches for your chin to check on the evidence of the fight by himself; delicately thumbing away the streak of blood by your mouth. Your breaths come crashing in pants on the skin of the palm of his hand.

When Javi lifts his gaze to look at you dead in the eyes, your heart skips a beat; his voice is quiet, almost soft, but tense, boiling with barely restrained fury, “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

There’s an instant of shock, a momentary lapse, during which your mouth and your eyes open wide, “What… What the…”, then you snap, just like a dark, heavy sky would suddenly open up and let its rain pour and drown everything, “What the fuck do you think you’re doing, Peña? I was doing my fucking job!”.

Usually, when you start to yell at him, Javi takes a step back, like he knows you’re seconds away to throw a fist at his sculpted nose; right now, he doesn’t. His nostrils are flaring, however, and if looks could kill, you wouldn’t be part of this world anymore.

“I know you can’t stand me, OK? You have made it pretty clear since the beginning, but for fuck’s sake, Peña, I swear to God, if you don’t pull your own head out of your ass and start to treat me like a collegue and not like a goddamn moron, I-”.

All the strength you still have in you is redirected from forming venomous sentences to be spat at your partner in order to stop the surprised moan doing his damndest to evade your throat to escape. Javi is kissing you. It’s not sweet - obviously - but it’s not a desperate kiss either. It’s… Angry, yes, fierce - just like the man - it’s… Feral. Javier Peña is kissing you like a madman, like a beast, and it takes every ounce of willpower for you to not throw everything out the window and just do the same. So you bite him, hard, and start shouting all over again.

“You son of a b-”

“Will you, just for once in your life, shut the FUCK UP!”

You’re, indeed, stunned into silence. It’s gonna be a year since you joined the DEA office of Bogota on its war against Escobar, and Peña, if he seemed to be disinclined to trust you -  always asking questions, looking over your shoulders, sweet talking Carillo into leaving you behind - never ever lashed out on you.

“You think I can’t stand you, eh? I would very much like to know how you put this idea in that pretty head of yours, cariño, really”, Javi in seething, almost spitting the words into your mouth. “When you came by, I didn’t think much of it, another set of hands, maybe a brain able to think - for once - you what they say, don’t ya? ‘Two heads are better than one’, but then - what? Four, maybe five days after you pushed your desk against Murphy’s and mine, you took down El Aconcagua all by yourself? For fuck’s sake, tigresa, I didn’t know if I should be more impressed or more terrified! And it gets me hard every single time I think about it!”

You must look like a fish out of water, with your mouth open in a perfect “O” and your eyes round like saucers. Peña? Impressed? Scared? And hard? All because of you?

“Not a day goes by that you don’t dazzle me in a way or another, but I can’t stand you running like crazy in the streets of Bogota because I fucking adore you, ok? I probably would burn the whole Colombia to the ground should something happen to you, do you understand that?!”

Out of breath, Javi pauses in his soliloquy; his gaze, molten chocolate irises, dips to your mouth, then reaches back up to your eyes. He doesn’t move, this time; doesn’t have to, you’re on him in a blink.

There is no battle for dominance; you yield, because you want to. This kiss is no less devastating, rough to the point of aggression. All teeth and tongue, the will to merge and never be parted again. There is blood on Javi’s lips, on the skin on his throat and even on his shirt, and you praise whatever force bigger than you for it not being the pink one - if it has been soiled beyond repair, you would have cried. One of Javi’s hands is tangled in your hair, cradling your head, and its tenderness contrasts gorgeously with the roughness of his lips; the other has found his home on your lower back, keeping you pressed against his chest. You gleefully run both your hands in his fluffy curls and - God above… Have you dreamed about doing that… And yet, it’s better than in any of your fantasies, you couldn’t have dreamed a sound as luscious, ravenous as Javi made when you tugged softly on the short bangs nestled on the nape of his neck.

“Shit, sis, did you slash his tendon?!”

Murphy’s bewildered cry pops your little bubble, and everything comes rushing by you: the roar of the city, soldiers and policemen calling for each other, the whining of the gangster Steve’s trying to get to stand, the heat, the taste of copper in your mouth, the growing pain - especially in your abdomen - but Javi… Javi’s looking at you like he’s going to eat you alive.

“Did you?”, his voice doesn’t go past a murmur.

“Yeah, he - he tried to strangle me”, you lift your hand to your throat, lightly poking at the tender flesh there, before Javier takes your hand in his and away from your sore skin, his expression torn between concern and anger, “he had my head stuck under his arm, and his knife almost poked me in the eye, so…”. You had slashed la garduña’s tendon behind the knee with his own knife.

You’re graced with another spirited kiss and fervent look from Javi before he stands up, just as Steve comes by, hauling the sicario in cuffs, blocking their way. You see it before it happens, you see the tornado of anger rampaging inside Javier’s mind, you see his hands balling into fists and a good man thirsty for justice turning into a violent hoodlum. But he’s so much better than that.

“Javi!”, his punch freezes in the air and he quickly glances your way; your eyes are bright, inviting, “I need help to tend to my injuries”, he knows Murphy won’t stop him - not immediately, anyway - and he’s also sure you wouldn’t be that mad - the fucker did a good number on you, after all.

“Please”.

Javi lowers his fist and just stares down at the man clutching his still bleeding knee, but also looking at you like you had sprouted a second head,  “Don’t look her way! Pendejos like you aren’t worthy to even think about looking her way!”

Then, as Steve shoves the sicario toward a police van, Javier turns around and barks “Que estas esperando? No ves que està herida? Tràeme un botiquín de primeros auxilios! Rapido, vamos!”. You suppose he asked someone to bring something to patch you up, because, less than two minutes later, a soldier is rushing your way with a first aid kit.

Javi gets back on his knees to the ground in front of you and starts to take care of your wounds. And he’s irresistible. While he works, you can’t help kissing whatever part of him you can reach - his fingertips, his wrist, his forearm, the back of his hand when he tries to assess if the gash in your lips needs stitches or not, his knuckles when the soft, wet feeling startles him back in the moment, and his palm when he playfully tries to stop your shenanigans - then he resorts to giving just as good as he gets, kissing your forehead when you hiss from the prickling feeling of the sanitizer, your cheek when you slightly turn your head to ease his way to the bruise on your throat, your nose and your lips, just because he can; all the while whispering endearments in a charming mix of English and Spanish. He can’t stop fussing.

“You’re sure you don’t want to go to the hospital?”

“Yeah, I’m sure, I’m alright; look! As good as new!” You smile at him, you’re being sincere, it hurts like a bitch, but nothing serious. You know, however, that he’s nowhere near done with worrying about you and honest enough to admit - to yourself - that having all his attention focused on you is… pleasant. Very pleasant. “But… Hum - maybe someone should keep an eye on me overnight? To be sure everything is alright?” You purr, winking at him, a little, devilish smile on your bruised lips.

You’re gonna be the death of him.

“You’re right, you know. Do you want to come back home with me? You can sleep with Connie in the bed, and I’ll take the couch, if you want.” Once again, Murphy bursts the little bubble Javi and you have caught yourselves in. But it’s intentional, this time, and the smug little smirk he’s displaying under his mustache each time he’s endorsing the role of your “chosen big brother” would confirm it if you had any doubts.

“Fuck off, Murphy! She’s not going to sleep in any bed but mine, tonight!”

And Javi’s disgruntled face doesn’t fool you, you will definitely need to have a power nap in the car when going back to the Embassy if you want to have some eyes-shut time anytime soon.

***

Translations:

La garduña = the weasel

El Aconcagua =  mountain in the Principal Cordillera of the Andes on the border between Argentina and Chile.  It is the highest mountain in the Americas. (Source: Wikipedia)

Pendejos = assholes

Que estas esperando? No ves que està herida? Tràeme un botiquín de primeros auxilios! Rapido, vamos! = What are you waiting for? Can’t you see she’s injured? Bring me a first aid kit! Hurry, come on!

Thanks for reading!

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[thedarkplume]

Would you rather have floofy daddy mad at you and need to make it up to him:

Or be mad at our favorite beefcake and have him make it up to you?

Bonus: tell us why he/you’re mad and how you/he made it up to you 😏😘

NSFW 18+ Warnings for graphic language, graphic sex, underage, sexual assault, past rape reference, attempted rape, casual racism, below the cut.

Author's Note: Sorry it took me so long to write this @stargazingfangirl18 This is probably more than you were expecting, but I hope you like it!

You know, I wish we all really could write a book with one of our best monster stories from each of us. I know it would be amazing!

I think I'm going to go with Andy on this one! I love Ari to pieces, and so I can't see myself being angry with him for anything unless he was doing something to help me and I don't realize it until the very last second.

Andy's new partner is a perv.

He and Andy opened up their own law firm in Springfield, Massachusetts after everything settled with Jacob being cleared of murder and his divorce from Laurie finalized. Andy was thankful for his new partner ignoring the past he could never shake and offering the chance to revitalize his career.

His partner was a respected man, a family man. He and his wife and two kids went to church every Sunday and participated in the town's bi-weekly Saturday bake sales. He even had a seat on the school board while his wife serves as the town's elementary school principal. He was about fifteen years younger than Andy, graduated high school at sixteen, and received his law degree at twenty-three. A child prodigy, his wife liked to brag to the members of her faculty and staff, who wore the most charming, disarming smile.

The first incident was nothing too big. It happened at a bake sale and I thought nothing of it. Bryce leaned around me to grab a brownie off the table. So, what? That could've easily been his iPhone against my hip, and I barely noticed his breath against my nape. And if afterward that charming, disarming smile looked a little bit darker, I shrugged it off because Andy was finally in a happy place again.

The second incident was a little harder to ignore. I was doing some research in the library for the October release of My Monster, My Lover, a compilation of short stories written for men, women, and trans people who fantasized lovers in the monsters like weres that walked on two legs and loved a good chase, cecaelias whose tentacles could touch you everywhere, orcs who were not above hoisting you over their shoulders and kidnapping you for their mate, centaurs who loved for you to straddle their backs naked during moonlit rides, fauns who easily seduced those who vowed to never mate with such unseemly creatures, and so forth. I was contracted to use my drawing skills to develop the concept art for the monsters and certain NSFW positions. I was having trouble with one of the monsters. She was meant to be a throwback to Elizabeth Bathory but had wings and a tail. As good as the story was, I struggled with visualizing her. Thankfully, the town library had quite a few books on the subject of monsters both literary and cinematic. I found one titled The Mythical Creatures Bible by Brenda Rosen. The section of Creatures from the Shadow World contained a subsection for Sexual Predators featuring both the Incubus and Succubus with vivid descriptions.

It was beginning to come together in my mind half an hour later. She would lounge in a bathtub of blood. Her golden curls are pinned high on her head because blood is a bitch to wash out of blonde hair. Her latest victim is suspended by her ankles above her with her throat slit and still dripping. The monster's head is tilted back, lips parted, fangs glistening, and tongue extended like a child catching snowflakes. Even her tongue took a little more time to draw. Every part of this monster is unique. The author wrote that her tongue would have a thick layer of saliva that tasted sweet and acted as an aphrodisiac in seducing her chosen victims. I took it a step further and let it drip down her chest as it extended from her opened mouth and split nearly half of its two-foot length. Both pieces would move independently and in opposite motions. Her fingers were long and thin. Rather than claws that could render flesh from the bone with a mere swipe, her nails were manicured in her favorite color, flamingo peach. She held a goblet filled with her favorite wine. Her wings spread behind her just over the rim of the tub. Her breasts floated a little above the blood. Her lover kneeled beside the tub, naked with one arm submerged, leaving little to the imagination on what he was doing. Her tail hung over the edge filling his mouth as he regarded her with a half-lidded stare.

"You must have some imagination on you." The warmth of his breath tickling my ear and the Armani cologne filling my nose quickened the pace of my heart. "Sorry," he smiled, not sounding sorry at all. "Andy always talks about what a talented artist you are, I couldn't pass up the opportunity to see you in action."

"It's fine." I put the half-drawn sketch aside. Bryce seemed to have no intentions of leaving me be anytime soon anyway. "What brings you here today?"

"The kids had some books that needed returning and I needed some light reading to distract me from a case."

Ever the bibliophile, I glanced at the book in his hand. My eyes widened ever so slightly. "Light reading?" His book of choice was Lethal Marriage: The Unspeakable Crimes of Paul Bernardo and Karla Homolka.

"Yeah, aside from great source material on where these criminals go wrong, serial killers lead some of the most interesting lives."

"That makes sense." I actually could not judge Bryce on his odd fascination. He was a lawyer, after all, and likely saw gruesome crimes like that all the time. Andy himself had some odd books in the library in his office at home. "My mom is a guidance counselor at the high school back in my hometown. She practically raised me on the big five. Gacy, Dahmer, Ramirez, Bundy, and Wuornos."

Bryce's eyes glimmered. "See? I can't talk about this stuff with Cheryl. She says it gives her nightmares," he rolled his eyes.

"Right, well, I'll let you work." I gathered my materials, trying not to look anxious to put some distance between Bryce and myself.

"Actually," Bryce stepped in front of me before I could leave. "Do you have a moment? There's something Andy mentioned the other day that I'd like to discuss with you."

I really wanted to say no. The less time spent in Bryce's presence without his wife or Andy as a buffer the better, but then he brandished his charming, disarming smile and I agreed, if only to get him to stop looking at me that way.

"It's never too early or too late for pancakes," Bryce declared when the waitress at Joe's placed a stack in front of him with a plate of eight bacon strips.

"You sound like my mom," I laughed, drizzling ranch dressing over my turkey cobb salad.

"Your mom sounds very smart."

For a while, I was able to forget the uncomfortable feeling Bryce's presence always caused. For a while, I could accept that it was the work of my overactive imagination in a town full of busybodies who constantly questioned why Andy and I weren't married.

"Andy said that you're an adult author."

My lips twitched. "It sounds so sinister when you say it like that." He shrugged, still stuffing his face with pancakes. "Yeah, I write adult novels."

"Mmm, and through a couple hours of research, I found out that you also write women's fantasies. Like Nancy Friday."

"You've read Nancy Friday?" I asked, unable to mask my surprise.

"My mother had quite the collection of books. I snuck a few off her shelf once puberty started leaving its physical mark."

That was entirely too young for someone to read Nancy Friday's stories. I never touched them until the summer before my freshman year of college when I was looking to experiment with my writing and artwork.

"It's something new. It began with a fantasy or two submitted to my web page and grew from there. Why? Do you have a fantasy you want me to publish?"

"So, it's open to men?"

"Men, women, trans, nonbinary, and whoever has something to say."

Bryce waited until I placed a to-go order for Andy, who often forgot to eat because he was always so caught up in his work before he spoke again.

"I keep having this reoccurring dream. It's back during my teen years and I'm spending my last summer at my family's estate before I leave for college. There are other kids with me, some my age, some a little older, and about three that are no older than fourteen. We drink and smoke and do a little bit of the heavier stuff. One of the fourteen-year-olds, I don't actually remember his name, follows me around constantly asking me questions about my studies and what I was going to do after I graduated. I think he may have had a crush on me. He's...sweet. Soft. Dainty in a way you wouldn't expect from a kid playing at being a man." Bryce licked his lips, his eyes glazing. He may have been sitting across from me and telling me about his dream, but he was miles away. "He's so happy to be around me, he barely blinks if I hug him too long or if I let my fingers linger against his soft skin. The other fourteen-year-old, the girl, oh she notices. She notices because while the kid is obsessed with me, she is obsessed with him."

The more Bryce talked, the less likely this seemed to be a dream. It sounded like a fantasy, but it felt like a memory. The clatter and chatter that always comes with being inside of a diner faded to a hum as Bryce kept talking.

"His infatuation with me was the highlight of that summer. I had to see just how far I could push him. I convinced him to ditch his little shadow and come back to my room. I have someone waiting there. A woman. She's older than me and she already knows exactly what I want from her. I tell the kid to sit in the chair across from the bed. He looks a little uncomfortable. Scared even, but he obeys me because he still trusts me. The woman stands in front of him taking off her clothes. She's beautiful of course, but my eyes are still on him. I get her down on her knees in front of him, the upper half of her body draped over his knees. His eyes are blown wide open at this point, flushed apple-red cheeks, and trembling. I've never been harder in my life. He watches me take her like an animal in front of him. His eyes are glossy with tears, unable to handle the strange and new feelings coursing through him. She has her face pressed against the inside of his thigh to try to smother her screams. She finished quickly, soaking me. She turns around, leaning back between his spread legs. His hands squeeze the life out of the armrests when he sees me standing over them, jerking myself off. She's a good girl and opens her mouth, sticking her tongue out to catch as much of my spend as she's able, but some of it shoots on his shirt. He stares at it like he wants to touch it, but is too scared to move. The woman obediently crawls out of my way. I can hear the wet sounds of her touching herself as she watches us. I move closer to him, still hard, still feeling like I can blow another load. I'm so close to him I can feel his breath against my tip. I nudge his lips. He opens his mouth with a whimper, letting me do whatever I want. His tears fall and I've never seen someone cry so beautifully. I come and I come and I come. I come so hard my legs almost give out."

Bryce still looks miles away, lost in his dream. "Is that the end of it?" that look on his face when his eyes focus on mine is enough to make me want to run out of the booth. I've read some of the strangest, even grotesque stories from people all around the world. Even Bryce's story pales in comparison to what's been submitted to me in the past. But it's the look in his eyes. It's the barely contained violence and malicious intent that only seems to exist in his eyes when he looks at me. It's like there's something about my presence that triggers some reptile instinct that he's managed to suppress for the sake of his wife and kids and reputation amongst the town. "It feels like there may be more."

He smiles, but if anything that charming, disarming smile, makes these feelings all the worse. "There is much more, but I have to get back to the office and Andy is probably surviving only on coffee at the moment."

I was grateful for the reprieve. I was unsure how much worse Bryce's dream was going to get, but I pushed it out of my mind as soon as I saw my Andy. He had yet to notice me. I stood in the doorway marveling over him. His kind blue eyes and pouty pink lips that he kept moistening as he concentrated. He was on the phone pacing a little bit. The rumbling baritone of his voice soothed me. I could listen to my man talk for hours. I must have made a noise or moved too much because Andy's eyes cut to me right as he was sitting down again.

He motioned me inside as he wrapped up his call. I closed the door behind me, already feeling better by just being in his presence.

"Hey, what are you doing here?"

Andy beckoned me onto his lap. His strong thigh was warm underneath me. His arms hugged my waist and all of the tension and unease melted away.

"I brought lunch." I raised my eyebrows watching his shoulders slump a little.

"I had a granola bar and a banana earlier." His pouting was cute.

"Mmm-hmm. Anyway, I brought you your favorite from Joe's."

"You went to Joe's without me?"

"Bryce invited me." Andy snorted. "What?"

"You and Bryce are not exactly the hang out at Joe's to catch up type."

"Yeah, well, someone bragged about my drawings and that led to him finding out about my books." The look in Bryce's eyes in the diner flashed before me, making me shiver.

"Are you okay?"

I wanted to tell Andy how I really felt about Bryce, but Andy was finally happy again, and Bryce really hadn't done anything to me physically.

No. This was something I would keep to myself. Everything would be fine.

"Just a little cold."

"Are you sure?" it was almost as if Andy was giving me the chance to confess my feelings. It was a little eerie at times how perceptive he could be.

"I'm sure." I hated lying to him, but this feeling of unease was a thread best not to pull on. "Are you going to eat that," I gestured to his bowl of three-bean chili and cornbread. "Or am I going to have to steal it from you?"

The last time it happened, Andy and I were invited to a Day Before Halloween, Halloween Celebration at Bryce's estate. I really, really did not want to go. Neither did Andy for that matter. He never explicitly said it, but I got the feeling that he didn't care much for Bryce outside of the office.

But it was worth it to see Andy dressed as Once Upon A Time's Captain Hook. He was considering going as Jefferson, but just the thought of him shaving that glorious beard, had me begging him to pick someone else.

I loved my costume. I was a young Ursula in the Poor Unfortunate Souls episode. I took so many pictures of us making funny faces to send to Jacob and promised that if he did not visit us next weekend, I was going to post them all over his Facebook, Instagram, Snapchat, Twitter, and Tiktok.

I had done a fairly decent job at avoiding being alone with Bryce. Even though I now had a new cover for My Monster, My Lover. It was a drawing of Bryce as a Naga. His tail coiled under him three times. A young man lay at his feet, bruises around his torso to show that he had been squeezed to death. Bryce the Naga ignores him in favor of staring at the reader with his hand open, beckoning, daring them to step into his world. My editor loved it.

The Langley Estate was crawling with cars when we made it. Andy promised we would do a walk-through, have a drink, and then make our excuses. An hour and a half tops, he promised. That was almost an hour too long. I knew we would be separated and I would have to contend with the PTA Moms asking when were Andy and I going to get married and when were we going to have kids?

Bryce and his wife were dressed as Hugh Heffner and one of his Playboy Bunnies. A bit of an eyebrow-raiser for an elementary school principal, but she had the body to pull it off, why not flaunt it at least once a year?

A few men who I've seen around the firm, but whose names I immediately forgot after meeting, pulled Andy away who threw an apologetic smile over his shoulder. As soon as he was gone from sight, the PTA vultures descended on me.

"What a lovely costume!"

"You and Andy look so good together!"

"Will there be wedding bells in the near future?"

"This town is overdo for a wedding celebration!"

"Oh, a winter wedding sounds lovely!"

"Or maybe a spring wedding!"

"Why you're hesitating on marrying that man I'll never know!"

"If my Johnny looked like Andrew Barber I would have married him after the first date!"

"And you know you're not getting any younger, dear."

"That's true! Once you hit your thirties, your window for nesting gets smaller and smaller."

"Now, now, ladies. Tonight is about fun and making the most of the little time we have away from our kids." Bryce's wife hooked her arm through mine leading me away from the gaggle of women with no fuss. "I'll make this short. You're already a woman of suspect given your career, and as the ladies say, you've made no efforts to marry Andrew Barber, and are content to live in sin with him."

"I beg your pardon?" I said, pulling my arm away from hers.

"You tempt every decent, married man in this town, but I'm telling you now, stay away from my Bryce." Her cold green eyes glared angrily at me.

"What the hell are you talking about? Your husband is the absolute last man I will ever be interested in."

"Then why were you with him in Joe's the other day?"

"He invited me."

"Oh, I bet he did! You know, he dated a woman like you before we were together."

"A woman like me?" was I really going to have to knock the hell out of Mrs. Langley at her own party?

"Yes. Black. He was as obsessed with her as he was that boy." My anger faded a little and my stomach dropped. Surely, she could not have been talking about the boy from Bryce's dreams. "But if you even think about making a move on my husband then I will do the same with Andy," she threatened me.

I laughed, the sound harsh and spiteful even to my own ears. "If you could do that, we wouldn't be having this conversation right now. I don't want your husband. I don't even like him."

"Then why does he say your name when we're in bed?"

The hurt and anger in her eyes would have affected me had I not felt so nauseated over Bryce thinking about me while he was in bed with his wife. "That's something you need to take up with your husband, but I will be sure to tell Andy just how fucked up his new partner and his wife are. You assholes are perfect for each other."

I didn't try to find Andy. I knew I had to get out of that house before I did something to embarrass Andy in front of this ass backward Stepford Wives community.

The fresh air did me good. I still had my purse on me. When Andy was ready to leave he would come and find me. I walked around a little in the backyard, marveling at the natural beauty of the woods behind the sprawling estate. The more I walked, the less angry I began to feel. It made sense that Mrs. Langley would immediately point the blame to me for Bryce saying my name. It had to be easier than looking inward and wondering what it was about herself that made her own husband want someone else. No matter what, though, Andy was going to be pissed that I kept this from him for so long.

I was about ten feet from the house when I heard it. I blinked, looking around me.

The sound was of someone trying and failing to muffle their sobs.

"What?"

I moved towards the sound instinctively. I couldn't discern if it was a child, but it was definitely someone crying. The huge tree that sat before the maze of trees leading to the woods grew larger and even more foreboding the closer I came towards it. I could just make out an image of someone huddled onto themselves crying into their hands.

"Hello? Are you okay?"

"He made me. He made me." The huddled figure rocked back and forth. "I didn't know what he was. I didn't see until he hurt me."

"Who? Who hurt you?"

The huddled figure started to come into focus. They had curly dark locks and big tearful eyes. "Bryce."

"So, this is where you ran off to." I stood up and turned around to find Bryce standing behind me with a little smirk. "What an eventful night you've had."

I glanced behind me, thinking I would need to protect the boy from Bryce, but when I turned he was already gone. "Where--?"

"Ahh, you met the ghost of Finn."

"The ghost--is everyone here out of their goddamn mind?"

"Don't worry about the missus, after tonight, she won't even look your way." He said it so calmly and surely, a small part of me was a little concerned over Mrs. Langley's fate after all the guests were gone. "But back to Finn. He likes to make himself known here if he thinks one of my guests is in danger."

"That--none of that makes sense, Bryce."

"Well, it is a full moon. Lots of strange shit happens on a full moon." He started to move closer to me and here, under the full moon, by this tree that once had a young boy huddled in tears, Bryce felt more than a little unsettling. He felt dangerous. "I never got the chance to tell you about the rest of my dream. It happened here. Right where you're standing."

"I don't need to hear anymore of your story, Bryce. I've already written it and sent it in."

"Does Andy know you're such a shit liar?" Bryce laughed, moving closer for every step I took away from him. "It's okay. I used to be a much better actor in my younger days. Why, I could charm an entire room with just a smile. Nowadays, domestic life has made me lazy. I just can't seem to give a shit anymore."

"Bryce--"

"But we were talking about Finn." Bryce sighed wistfully. "That first night I came in his mouth, I admit I pushed him too far too soon. But I just couldn't help myself. Did you ever see a toy when you were a kid that you wanted so badly that you would do anything to have it? That's how I felt. It wasn't so much about wanting Finn physically. It was the light and inner goodness inside of him. He was so happy and curious and...I just wanted to tear that shit right out of him."

Bryce grabbed me before I could move. He put his hand over my mouth so I couldn't scream. I tried to stay calm. Mama always said predators thrived on the adrenaline of the chase, and Bryce was one hundred percent predator. "He was afraid of me, he was afraid of himself when he was around me. He no longer wanted to be a part of my tribe. So I cast him out. I cast him out in such a way that he would NEVER forget me." Bryce pressed me against the tree. His hand inching my dress up. "I'm not a bad guy, you know? It's been years since I've had that itch, but then Andy comes parading you around and it's like all that progress just goes down the drain, and that unending hunger rose inside me. Now, you're going to help me feed it."

His hand touched the inside of my thigh for only a moment, before his weight disappeared from my back. I could hear screaming and fighting behind me, but like the ghost of Finn, I couldn't uncurl from around myself.

I was sure the screaming came from Mrs. Langley when I heard the shrieks of, 'he didn't mean it!' 'this is all her fault!'

Andy's calming, familiar scent surrounded me. "I'm going to get you out of here now, baby, okay?" I could smell blood on him and I was horrified that Bryce had hurt him. "Sshh, it's okay." I must have said so aloud. "That bastard barely got one punch. This is his blood." Andy picked me up like I weighed nothing. He moved through the crowd who was too stunned to say anything.

We could hear Bryce's laugh behind us. "Does this mean we're not partners anymore, Andrew?"

My fingers curled in Andy's shirt when I felt him tense, itching to turn around and finish the job. His wonderfully soft beard brushed along my forehead in a soothing kiss. "Everything is going to be okay. I promise."

I must have dozed off or blacked out because when I opened my eyes again, we were home and Andy was dabbing at the scrapes across my chest and arms from Bryce pinning me against the tree. He had me laying on the bed while he spoke in low murmurs on his phone.

"I don't care that everyone is going to think it was me. I want it done exactly how I asked." I closed my eyes again before he noticed I was awake. "Physically? Fine. Mentally? I'm not sure." I felt his warm hand against my cheek as he answered the person on the other end. "Far enough. Just text me when it's done." Andy ended the call and left my bedside to take off my shoes. "I know you're awake, sweetheart."

I opened my eyes and sat up. The disinfectant made my wounds sting. I wouldn't ask Andy who he was talking to or what he was planning. I had a feeling, but I'd rather he didn't confirm it.

"I want you to tell me exactly when this started."

I stared at my hands and said, "I've been uncomfortable around Bryce since you introduced us. I never liked the way he looked at me or how he always managed to find me alone." My eyes watered when Andy's hands curled around mine. "I didn't want to say anything because things were finally getting back on track. I convinced myself that these feelings were all in my head. My mama always told me to trust my instincts around people, but with Bryce I didn't listen."

Andy said nothing as he helped me off the bed and into the bathroom where he had the tub filled, waiting for me. He unzipped my gown, easing it off my shoulders. I wished we had never gone to that stupid party. None of this would have happened if we had just sent our regrets and stayed home.

I eased in the tub and watched Andy strip off his costume, exposing every inch of his beautiful body to me so that he could sit behind me in the tub. He started washing my neck and back, his other hand rubbing soothing circles on my tummy.

"I want you to understand something. I don't blame you for anything Bryce said or did to you, but I am furious that you kept the discomfort he brought you to yourself. You and Jacob are everything to me. I don't ever want you to put your feelings aside for mine. Do you understand me?"

He turned me around so that I could look into his eyes. His anger and pain and worry and love and disappointment had me tearing up until I was sobbing against his chest. "I'm sorry," I cried.

Andy held me tight in his arms until I was cried out. "Tomorrow, you're getting a spanking," he said soft, but stern.

"Yes, daddy."

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[thedeathdeelers]

things that i like about juke, an incomplete list & a continuation of my previous incomplete list (episodes 3 & 4):

“they were loving you”

“they loved us, that was a great song luke, thanks””

the huge smile in reply yes it’s very important, it’s such a big smile

the way he doesn’t stop looking at julie even as she walks away - how he moves his entire body around to keep his eyes on julie as she walked away in a very platonic way. super platonic. friendy friends.

YOU NEED TO reaLISE HOW INSANELY TALENTED YOU ARE

*staring at julie from the top of a piano very intensely* “if somebody hurts you, i’m gonna get hurt too.” (yes u hurt her in a couple episodes and that hurts you a lot don’t do it again luke)

julie leading flynn over to meet luke first :) :):):) am i reading into things? most likely. let me live my juke life

luke (probably) wanting to impress julie’s bff by? barking??? at her??? ya nailed it, son

luke “hey! i’m our lead singer >:(“ patterson all smiles when being told they’re joining her band. k. casual. super casual

SPENT AN ENTIRE WEEKEND COOPED UP IN THE STUDIO WRITING SONGS!!!! WHERE ARE THE RECEIPTS NETFLIX

WHERE ARE THE RECEIPTS im so tired let me see these scenes

julie letting this boy help her finish writing a song that is probably one of the most important ones to her

can you imagine the scene?? julie sat there staring at this unfinished song and luke asking her what’s up and them having this soft moment AND NETFLIX!!!!! anyway

letting this boy join her in the process of song writing - a process that before this was a very special one she only shared with her mOTHER!!!!! how!! important!!! !!!! bruh

julie being all bashful when flynn says she has a crush 😌 our girl knows

her only defence being “luke’s a ghost” is so funny. who u kidding (hilarious to think how quickly that excuse is thrown out the window, good for her)

WITH A PERFECT SMILE

CUTE. AIR.

yes flynn they do have a connection i’m losing my mind over here

“Luke & I, Luke & I, LUKE & I”

julie giggling at luke’s lil “it’s not exactly the strip :(“

and then luke staring at julie with his mouth slightly hanging open after she giggled at him and then continued to water the plants in her element with the sun as a backdrop

k

luke’s mind changing in a snap after julie makes One counter argument to his grumpy complaints because who is he to argue with The Julie Molina. thank u

Reggie’s “😏” face is killing me he’s like “ya mhm now you change your mind i woNdEr WhY LuKe”

OH WE’RE GETTING TO THAT PART

luke repeating julie’s words to alex when he complains about it being a dance. julie knowing exactly what luke is doing and smile at hiM

“ya get with the program alex” while her eyes are solely on luke. luke living for this moment THE SOFT SMILE

low key feel like julie momentarily forgets flynn is even there lmao just staring at her keyboard like “☺️” with a dash of “😍”

PLEASE luke’s reflex to look at julie first when carlos mentions soul burning

LUKE LITERALLY JUMPING TO SHOW JULIE HIS SONGS WHEN SHE SAYS “show me now”

HE JUMPS TO IT HES SO EXCITED BRUH

the “haha our children are so cute” look he throws her way - they have INSIDE JOKES. LOOK AT THEM

“i dog-eared thé ones i think you would slay” meaning he went through his songs with her in mind thinking about her voice while reading words he wrote and thinking “ya she’d sound amazing” casual :) yup :) it’s cool :) i’m fine :)

luke’s nervous tic of gripping into his guitar strap while julie flicks through his journal because her musical opinion (and opinion in general) is very important to him hello. plus i mean if one song is a piece of his soul, what’s his entire journal????? he’s just giving her more pieces of him to discover and he hopes she likes him 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻

julie’s interest in who emily is 😌 she didn’t know he as a romantic 😌 she thought about it 😌 luke’s momentary “wait wh-”

cinematic masterpiece

julie straight up checking luke out as he sets up to play a song for her. THE LOOK SHE THROWS HIS WAY look at julie go, my girl

LUKE INTRODUCED YOU TO ROCK

LUKE INTRODUCED JULIE TO ROCK, PEOPLE. I WILL NEVER GET OVER THIS LINE HOW DID THEY JUST BRUSH RIGHT PAST IT AAAAAAH

“this whole time i thought you were connected to my mom” babe. honey. sis. bro. they’re connected to you. luke’s connected to you

SOULMATES

luke being super mad about trevor but toning his voice down to softly ask julie where bobby lives

SOFT VOICE

“but you have new songs. with me 🥺”

luke stepping up closer to julie like “yes we know we’re sorry we love u” (and yet u stILL FUCK UP THANKS LUKE)

anyway

soulmates

i may have lost the plot a few times but the list still stands

#huh thought this would be shorter buuuuut ya i lost it mid-list #could u tell #jatp #juke #julie and the phantoms #long post #jatp juke list

[holyscreamingintothevoid]

Fandom: Nostalgebraist-Autoresponder Cinematic Universe

Relationship: Baldwin Davenport/Penis Galette

Tags: Friends to Lovers, Love Confession, Mentions of Religion, tagging Major Character Death for God, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, unbeta’d, written before Penis Huggler was canon don’t @ me

Penis Science

It was a cool autumn day in Penis Valley and the trees lining the trail to Penis Galette’s secluded cabin were bright with reds and yellows. Penis Galette was riding his long and thick penis home after one of his grocery runs to the nearby city.

The extraterrestrial had considered moving into the city permanently, to cut down on the time he had to spend driving each week, but he could not imagine any place more homely than his humble abode deep woods of in the Penis Valley. He felt closer to nature here and that always helped keep the existential dread at bay.

Said dread had set in around the time his grandmother had looked him in the eye and said, “God is dead, Penis.” This had shocked the then devout Catholic alien, turned his world upside down and made his penis feel small. But luck was on his side it seemed, and soon after he’d reluctantly begun to view himself as an agnostic, one Baldwin Davenport had stepped into his life.

Baldwin was an earthling, working as a scientist at one of the many not-so-secret secret underground laboratories located in and around Penis Valley. The man was obsessed with “unlocking humanity's true potential” as he referred to it, and unlike Penis Galette, had taken the statement “God is dead” as a challenge. If God had vacated his position, it would fall to humanity (or potentially Peniskind) to take his place. Baldwin was currently studying what he called Gold-Eyed Saints, or GES, and he would rave about his work to Penis whenever he found his way to his old friend’s cabin for the occasional beer.

Speak of the devil, thought Penis Galette as he turned the corner to his gravel driveway. Baldwin’s sciencemobile was parked in front of his garage, which was not an issue as Penis always rode his own penis everywhere and rarely had to use the emergency penis he kept in there. He could make out his friend’s skinny form on his porch, stooped over in typical Davenport manner. He should really work on his posture or at least do some back exercises. At this rate he’ll end up developing chronic back-pain.

“Penis Galette, how nice of you to finally show up! I’ve only been standing here for an hour…”

Penis rolled his eyes. “Davenport, you know damn well I would’ve come home earlier if you’d told me you were coming to visit. Did you lose your phone again?”

“I’ve never lost a thing in my life. My phone is on vacation anyways.”

“Do I want to know? No, don’t tell me, I’m not in the mood to listen to you anthropomorphize your phone again.”

[The author is bored and wants to get to the good stuff.]

“I love you, Penis Galette”, he spat, “I’ve always loved you and your gods-damned giant penis!”

It took Penis a few seconds to understand what he had just been told but then he was crashing their mouths together so hard their teeth clacked.

“Ah, fuck!” Baldwin pulled back and pressed his hand to his mouth, “I think you chipped my fucking tooth!”

“Oh, sorry. But you’re a scientist, aren’t you? Just grow a new tooth in your eldritch laboratory or whatever!” Penis Galette did not need his attempt at seduction to be derailed by an emergency visit to the dentist.

“Of course I can, idiot! But it hurts like shit…”

“Well then we’ll just have to find something to distract you, won’t we? 😏”

“How the fuck did you just say an emoji out loud, what the hell?”

What followed was very sexy and involved many mentions of Penis Galette’s namesake.

The End

#the saga of penis galette #as you can probably tell i'm not a writer #started writing this before frank canonized penis huggler sorry for not mentioning her

[seek--rest]

Hi! i just read magic hour and i really loved it (despite not being 100% sure on the idea of it beforehand) just wondering if you guys wrote any one shots or drabbles after it that are set in that world? dying to know how they came out about their relationship, whether public opinion was positive or if all the things mj was worried about happened, if queensboro bridge was successful, if peter attended the QB premiere, if they walked the carpet together of the sequel etc etc soooo many things i keep thinking about.

I also can’t wait to read a treacherous gain, i know you write it all out and plan it before you start posting so wondering if you have an approx date for when it will be finished? so i know to check back and download it and read it all as one!

thanks for sharing your writing :)

@promiseofthepremise and I are glad that you love magic hour. We loved writing our gorl and love that little universe.

That being said, all your questions are very good but we just don’t know! It’s a self-contained, hopefully ambiguous ending that at least for now, doesn’t warrant a cinematic universe for us 😌

for a treacherous gain, it‘s always posted on Sundays (with one notable exception in a few weeks 😏)

#seek speaks #spideychelle #petermj

[imtheaestheticslave]

Thingss i love about him:

- when he laughs at me although i dont even know what the hell he is laughing about. He looks so handsome when he cracks up though <3 (although i must look so dumb but im happy that he’s enjoying his time with me 😋)

- The way he does his own thing without giving an f about others

- The way he pins my head down to kiss me when im on top of him (😏)

- The way when he comes in and sees me in bed then he gonna comes to me and hug me (like aww babeee😭)

- The way he burries his head in my neck or my chest (unfortunately got no boobs to offer🥲) when we cuddles (it makes me feel like im his safe space and awww ofc i am YOUR safe space😏)

- He called me his alcohol, dessert and 🧸 (like that is way better then the body punching bag shit when we were first close)

- The way he says certain stuff purposefully to piss me off/ teases me just so he can see my angry/mad reaction because i know he likes it and thinks it’s funny/cute😛 and wants to see it

- His “uhuh” is the hottest thing alive (like i wanna die hearing that)

- How much he likes beer

- His AMAZING movie taste (very different from mine but his movies are real cinematic experiences and taught me how to be patient to enjoy movies since i have always been into fast-paced shits because they r the only thing that caught my attention fully)

- Yeah and he does teach me to be patient as well

- Hate to admit this but great taste in music, teaches me a lot as well

- Him playing with my bum

- The fact that he respects and loves his mom so much and said nothing wrong with a mother’s boy (YESS DADDY)

- He’s grounded as hell

- When we watch dark and he laughed at me and said “it’s cute that you think u’re right” when im trying to guess who’s noah (like i dont get what’s so funny but ummmmm i LOVEEE that reaction of yours)

- His jokes (he thinks he’s soo funny) and uhm my mean im trying my best to humble him down by not laughing😂

- Whenever i get all sad he would hug me tighter in his arms

- When he pads on my shoulder when i cry and say “it’s alright” (i love you so much)

Things i “hate” about him:

- the way he turns everything into a competition bc “i’m a competitive guy” and as a result i owe him 100000 mc donalds already (like baby i would lose everytime and we both know how much power u have over me <3)

- Think he’s a judge in our debates

- If he ever changes his mind about liking me again im gonna kill his asss (and whoever next bitch he’s intending to fuck)

- When he randomly thinks about work when i give him head and obv work always catches his attention even when he’s with me like duh🤨🥺😤😡🤬😳

- The way he knows that i want him to kiss me but he doesn’t (like wtf is that altitude😒)

- Doesnt want to go to sainsbury car parks with me for the aesthetics

- Refuse to believe aliens live underground

- Too self-aware about how much i like him so when i try to lie he will be like “are you though” and reads me too well and soo i can’t be the pathological liar i have always been (bitch sees through my soul😔)

- How he obsseses over parisian and french (like no disrespect to france but he’s too into it)

- How he doesnt stand up for me when yosef is roasting the hell out of my astrology shits

- Narricistic

- Take a long time to admit that my bum is good (not the head though😉)

- Rarely gives compliments 😔😣🚩, instead says “they’re not bad”, “it’s adequate)

- Genuinely thinks that i cant take a joke while i literally can i just act offended sometimes for fun😤

- When he’s tired of fingering me😡

- Sometimes he’s off and just doesnt kiss me that much

- How he says “let’s go back to be friends” so easily like he doesnt care at all although i know he does care

- When he says “u gonna find someone else” and “im not that special”

He’s never been my bf and we came back to friends several months ago. But we crossed the line again😳🥲 (not surprising though), will update more on this list x

#relationship #i love him #couple #10 things i hate about you

[isabellehemlock]

Fic Writer Interview

Name: Katharina, but I'm Isabelle Hemlock on AO3 and yup, there is a story behind that ("Isabelle" because had I had a daughter, I think I would like to have called her that 💕 and "Hemlock" is a play on my last name)

Fandoms: 95% The Old Guard, but crossing over into the Luca/Marwan Cinematic Multiverse with Crossover AUs (one already posted, another one planned). And got one planned for Trust FX.

Two Shot: I actually don't have any 👀 I either write one shots or long winded mutli chapters haha. There's no middle ground to my writing it seems.

Most Popular Multi Chapter: hands down, Endless Ocean (accounts for like 40% of my hits). Very, very humbled that it has resonated with people 🙏🏻❤

Actual Worst Part Of Writing: trying to write when you're mental headspace is floating over there somewhere 🙃

How You Choose Your Titles: varies! Usually I write a chunk first and the title somehow comes out along the "pages". But I also enjoy a good analogy that sort of hints at the overall theme, and sometimes poetry

Do You Outline? Always, and my Google docs, boy I like lay every chapter out haha

Ideas You Probably Won't Get Around To, But Wouldn’t It Be Nice: This was an interesting question that took me a moment to contemplate over. I think, the Fairytale AU series I made moodboards for about two weeks ago. Like, they sound super cute to have various Luca characters as fairy tale characters, and yet I am booked through September in WIPs and not sure if I will really ever dive further into them.

Call Outs At Me: finish the Bingo fic, and the three other WIPs so you can draw more 😏

Best Writing Traits: I think I usually tend to write a lot fairly consistently, but the most common comments about my writing that I've received on my fics, seem to be writing pwf decently, and like interweaving feelings/therapy speak/communication into the story/characters (always very humbled to hear something in my writing helped someone feel seen)

Spicy Tangetial Opinion: like about my writing? Or fics/fandom in general?? . . . Hm. For my writing, my tangetial opinion is that my demisexuality bleeds into my stories, in that I seem incapable of writing about the physical aspects of a relationship without deep feelings involved. As for fics/fandom - my tangetial opinion is that you don't age out of fandom, and I'm a proud fandom mom.

No Pressure Tagging: @kiaya @theresatvjoe @sholeh675 @shadyhideoutreview @boudoirwriter @pigsinablanketfort @silvyri

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