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thecheckeredchaser · 8 days

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Ch 7

Insured Gains

Chapter 8- Exceeding Expectations

Alexis approached the bars with the mantra, "nothing heavy", scanning the many choices. She was ecstatic with how the afternoon was going. For someone absolutely brand new to her interest, she felt he was playing his role perfectly. She didn't want it to end but didn't suspect he could go much longer. She was sure he was more stuffed than he was letting on, but she admired him for his pretending. There were certain signals that she couldn't ignore. She could see him giving the side of his belly, on the side closer to the wall, a gentle rub during his second helping. He'd shifted around looking for a more comfortable position to sit. She could see him playing with his belt, considering if he actually had to let a notch or two out to finish his meal. All things that encouraged her to keep it all up.

She was absolutely swimming in their banter. taunting and teasing with Jake was like playing battleship. They'd go back and forth and a ship was sunk when the other could not take the heat. They would get zinged too good to zip one back. She felt like she was thriving on it.

She returned quickly, in hopes of not giving Jake too much time to realize he was already beyond stuffed. She put the food in front of him, running her hands on his shoulder and grazing his expansive side, before sitting herself. She had caught the eye of the waiter, who had clocked her caress and seemingly took note that she was not eating herself. She offered him a raised brow and returned her attention to Jake.

"I think you might have misheard me. I'd consider a dripping alfredo pasta, with cheese stuffed meatloaf slabs and garlic bread a touch heavy," he said preparing a bite. Alexis tussled her hair, giggling.

"Yikes. Did I do that?" She said slyly. "I figured you were testing me."

"It is certainly you attempting to test me. Good thing I test myself here plenty. And I love this pasta and the meatloaf."

"It shows. Definitely got a pasta and stuffed meatloaf kind of look to ya."

"I look that fit?" he asked, humorously. The waiter came and refilled their drinks, and gave Jake a reminding look. When he left Jake looked at Alexis, debating how he wanted to play his card. He took a drink of his fresh and extra cold beverage. He sighed at its refreshing quality with a smack of his lips. He could see Lexi watching him, with an effort to come off casual, but reading to Jake as desperate. He took a deep breath, and watched how she leaned in slightly in anticipation to see a pig on display. He exhaled cautiously and smiled at her, her disappointed frustration all too obvious. "Everything ok?" He said, continuing to eat.

"Mmhmm," she confirmed, watching him closely. The sexual tension in her was building, as she assumed was the pressure in Jake's gut. He wasn't playing fair, but she didn't want to encourage him to mercilessly tease her for her desires. She knew, if she was patient enough, he'd give her what she wanted. The gas building inside of him would become too uncomfortable and he'd be trying to desperately conceal his piggish sounds. However, she had been playing the patient slow game for months and preferred to have what she wanted. And she wanted to hear and see Jake be a complete slob.

"I forgot to mention," he stared, suspending her fixation for a moment. "The waiter said they have a dessert special for us. Whenever we're ready for it." This was a successful distraction. Her brain started running with the information and decided to let Jake in on her musings.

"Wonder what kind of dessert the chef thought was perfect for a pig like you? And is it really responsible of them? Do you really need extra sugars and carbs after putting a sizable dent in their buffet line? Look at how big your bloated belly looks." Jake glanced down and gently rubbed it to truly gauge the size. He almost burped but kept it back, reminding Alexis where she was mentally, before Jake's misdirection. He appeared to dodge her eyes and put another forkful to his lips. Despite working on it consistently, the pasta seemed to maintain its space on the plate. "They are probably hoping this dessert will push you over the edge, and you'll roll yourself out one more time, too full to ever return." Jake was bright red.

"Geez," he exclaimed. "Do you practice that? Or are they the thoughts you have all the time?" He shifted in his seat again. She smiled at him, flattered.

"Not comfy?" She asked, maliciously. "Belt starting to cut in?" Jake looked at her, playfully annoyed. "I believe you said things would have to loosen up. I think it's time for el cinturón." He looked at her funny. "Your belt, big boy," she said, simultaneously slipping her nylon covered and shoeless foot onto his lap from under the table, reveling in the sensation of his belly heavily pushing into his lap, the warmth, and the tantalized and surprised look on her boss' face. He took her foot into his hand and rubbed it and pressed it to the side of his belly, as he loosened his belt a few notches, punctuated by a heavy sigh, sending his belly out a little further. He watched for Alexis' expression, which was thick with desire. She flexed her foot, pressing deeper into his belly. She could feel how absolutely tight he was.

"Ugh," she heard him grunt and watched his eyes close with pleasure. "Burrgrgrp." Alexis squirmed, her foot retracting back to the floor in excessive stimulation. He burped again, discreetly, but making eye contact. "I'm stuffed Lexi," he confessed. He still had a bit left. Alexis looked at the older man sympathetically, putting aside the absolute throbbing she felt. She would not hold him to his goal if he truly couldn't take it. He had done pretty good.

"I thought you were. I was too ambitious. You were totally scrumptious, Jake."

"Don't sound so conclusive," he said, letting out another stuffed burp. "I thought your type was supposed to help. This is where you either feed me or encourage me, unless I'm mistaken." He paused. "And I doubt that." Alexis was well surprised by his response, but slid the plate to the center. She put as much pasta and meat as would fit on the fork and slowly put it to his lips. He took the bite and made a 'mmm' sound. "Absolutely delicious. And so fattening." Alexis set up another forkful and watched Jake desperately. He swallowed and she went at him again, understanding his ability to finish was dependent on many factors, time being a major one. She felt Jake's hand brush her knee, calling her foot back to massage his belly while she fed him. Alexis didn't feel in control anymore. She kept sending the fork to Jake, who greedily took its contents, despite being a stuffed pig. Or was it because of that. She had started to reach the last bite across to him, but pulled back when she saw the waiter returning. Jake's hand squeezed her foot, and she heard him make the kind of grunt that a parent might make to their child should they be caught doing something they shouldn't. She wasn't sure if he was trying to embarrass her or himself, or if he was completely unaware of the staff member's approach. She leaned into him, following orders and pushed it into his mouth just as the waiter returned. She wiped some sauce from his lip and cleaned it off her own finger before looking at the waiter who, bless him truly, was taking in the scene with as much professionalism as he could. He clearly was taken aback by Jake, and she had to admit potentially herself.

At this point it had to be clear they were not just having an innocent and indulgent lunch. She read Jake's face, which appeared to be a bit surprised by the writer's arrival, but intrigued. She had the upper hand again. She turned back to the waiter, sending a wry smile to Jake.

"I heard there was an offer for dessert? Do you think you can handle it big boy?" Jake's face flushed, but not harder than the waiter's. Jake shrugged sheepishly. "He's got room," she said to the waiter, whose eyebrows could not go higher. He gulped hard before following up.

"One for each of you?" he asked. Alexis looked at Jake, and could sense them both playing out the scene. Order one for each. Jake eats both. But she genuinely looked at him, putting her own hunger aside. He looked like he was approaching a hard wall. She swirled her big toe on his belly flirtatiously.

"You know what," she paused, reading his tag for the first time, "Max, you have been absolutely fantastic. It's very generous, but," she said looking at Jake, who looked on the edge of his seat. "I think one to split would be perfect. We are watching our calories. Might have gone over," she said looking at Jake, offering him to play.

"Eh. I wasn't keeping track today," he said, casually, wiping his mouth with the cloth napkin. Alexis bit her lip."But something sweet would be perfect. Might regret not getting your own, darling," he said, not being able to stop the corner of his mouth curling up.

"Max, I trust you to set our dessert fate. But could I trouble you for a chocolate shake?" She could feel Max quivering under her gaze, which she had not expected. She was completely under Jake's spell and had forgotten that a lot of men found her attractive, and frankly that they existed outside of the capacity to facilitate her time with Jake. She smiled and returned her attention to Jake Andrews. Max hurriedly walked away.

"You're bold," he said, breathing out as if he too had been holding his breath.

"You're not?"

"I'm nothing but fat and full right now," he sighed. "I am still amazed that this is something people really do."

"Jake, we're doing it. You planned it."

"I did. Guilty," he admitted. Max returned with the milkshake and a large slice of chocolate cake, dripping in a fudge and cherry sauce. "Oh Max. That looks amazing." Max said he'd pass it onto the chef and left them to their dessert. Jake gave a steadying huff and picked up his fork, eyeing hers. "You wouldn't pass on the opportunity to actually share it with me, would you?" Alexis felt a rush, as lust was surpassed by her craving for romance. Love even. She smiled sweetly at him and picked up her fork.

"I couldn't Jake," she said warmly. He smiled at her and took another bite.

"This was fun," he said, confidently reaching for her milkshake. He took a long sip and stared at the cup astonished. "Wow. Truly amazing."

"More than fun," she agreed. They chatted and went bite for bite until Jake gave a heavy sigh, paired with a gravelly belch. Jake simultaneously cringed and laughed.

"I don't know if I can finish this," he said, placing his hand under his belly. "Uuurp."

"You've more than reached your goal. You are unbelievably sexy," she cooed.

"Am I?" he said, taking the milkshake again, with lowered eyes.

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"You know you are. You have been driving me absolutely wild. I can't believe how much you packed away today. A genuine pig Jake. You must be so stuffed." She watched him finish the shake, feeling herself get excited thinking of how it was filling the gaps in his belly, if there were any at all. She snorted at him, and he responded with a long burp.

"I'm beyond stuffed," he said looking at the hunger in Alexis' eyes. He glanced down at the last two bites, with inspired drive. He took a forkful into his mouth, noting the tension of Alexis' fingers on the table. She was going to lose her grip on reality if she didn't hold the table tight. He finished the last bite and dropped the fork with a clatter. He leaned to one side and took out his wallet, with a slightly pained groan. Before Alexis could gain the nerve to speak and think again, Jake had paid, and made his way to his feet, with the help of morr grunting. "Lexi, I'd like to get to another location pretty soon," he said gently, putting a hand on her shoulder. He pulled her to her feet and adjusted his jacket when her eyes became glued to his distended belly.

"My goodness. I hope it's to bed," she said dreamily.

"Glad you agree."

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saintambrose · 4 years

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haha it’s US politics hours

listen, this tumblr has always been a fandom place since its inception and I’ve not really designated it as a space for political discussion because 1) I have several other avenues for that arena of discussion and 2) escapism was the theme here; but I’ve finally watched The Comey Rule and I have some THOUGHTS

and I’m not really sure how active anyone is here anymore anyway, because I’ve not really been around as regularly as I was before the nsfw-ban shitstorm, so. Diving right in.

Probably my favorite thing was how it painted the American right wing as this faux-centrist bastion of impartiality at first, the whole circus with HiLLaRy’S EmAiLs being about how they legitimately believed they could play the angle that the emails were a threat to national security all while they knew damn well it was a huge big nothingburger (with a side of hatred of women) while doing that thing that right wingers have done since the Reagan administration where they malign anything left of fascism as communism (including basic human rights) and then, predictably, you have all these very furrowed-browed old white men sitting around a conference table being VERY CONCERNED that precisely the thing they wanted to happen came true and they are completely unprepared to do damage control on the mess they engineered because WHITE MEN ARE INCAPABLE OF UNDERSTANDING THE CONCEPT OF CONSEQUENCES OF THEIR OWN ACTIONS. 🤣😂🤣😂

In all seriousness. I wasn’t crazy about Hillary either. I don’t like dynasties of any kind, royal or political. I don’t like establishment dems who are really just center-right in the real world while masquerading as left in backwards-ass bizarro-world USA. But I’m an old motherfucker now, I’m well into my 30s, I’m boring and watch CSPAN for leisure and shit. I read the reports coming out of the DOJ. One of my degrees is in political science, though admittedly, that’s the least thing that matters, in the scope of everything else these days. But it’s safe to say Hillary was unfairly maligned while republicans committing atrocities exponentially worse have been treated with kid gloves for decades. A very distinct double standard has been applied here for....longer than I’ve been alive, that even the most educated people on the left have refused to acknowledge for far too long. I watched that entire BeNgHaZi hearing (which is easily accessible on youtube, so there’s literally no excuse not to know the facts on this), and everyone knew -- everyone knew it was a bullshit smear campaign.

So, this post isn’t so much a review of the miniseries more than it’s an indictment of the corruption of American politics. The most damning aspect being that, on principle, US politics has always had a problem with embracing progressive policy, and basic civil rights in general. That’s not news; people have known this for some time. But the thing that this miniseries really illustrated in a very cartoonish, yet succinct, way is that there are experienced professionals who hold the highest, most powerful seats of authority in this country who won’t bat an eye at dedicating their entire careers to denigrating common decency, basic human rights, and even constitutional law, while being absolutely incapable of conceiving the long-term consequences of these actions, who will then turn around and concern troll over the ashes of the empire they enthusiastically helped to burn down. It’s nauseating. It’s infuriating. It shows a pathological disregard for personal responsibility.

Everyone was so preoccupied with their massive turgid erection for hating the Clintons (and women) that no one saw they were enthusiastically living in a henhouse built by fucking foxes. No one saw the genuine threat.

And, by extension, no one had the balls to acknowledge that age-old instinct of white men willing to engage in a scorched earth campaign simply to satisfy their worst impulses and entitlement complexes.

Can you fit “Who cares if we’re screwing over several generations with corrupt court-packing and a flagrant disregard for checks-and-balances predicated entirely on the honor system; we just don’t feel like doing domestic labor or respecting women and minorities so we’ll continue expediting reprehensible policies that exploit the most vulnerable people in this country because we can’t compete in an authentic meritocracy" onto a campaign slogan banner?

I sounded the alarms on this trend 20 years ago, meanwhile. My parents and I had just gotten US citizenship, luckily months before 9/11 and the patriot act; and as an outsider looking in, as someone who had risked their life escaping a dangerous regime at an incredibly young age, I saw the warning signs in the republican party even back then. Naturally, I was denigrated as an alarmist and a butthurt liberal.

You know, I’ll acknowledge that as a white person, I’m not the average American’s image of what an “immigrant” looks like. My experiences here over the past couple of decades have thrown into sharp relief how “immigrant” is just a dogwhistle for racist bullshit, because people who concern troll about us don’t seem to have many problems with us white ones. But I came out of a communist country. I’m straight outta the eastern bloc. And I don’t think there are any words in any spoken language that can do justice to how insulting it is when americans try to americasplain communism to me. Bitch. Y’all don’t fucking know. You just don’t.

The point is, even back then, I could see the slippery slope republicans were tumbling down, and I can't say I derive any pleasure from being vindicated in such an extreme fashion. Like. I told y’all motherfuckers. TWO DECADES AGO.

People who aren’t familiar with US politics, and even long-term US citizens who for some reason feel like it’s a waste to pay attention to your own shit, seem to spend a lot of time trying to unpack what precisely went wrong. My observations came up with 1) the manipulative aspect of US history in public schools glossing over, and even omitting, the most gruesome aspects of the revolutionary war, the holocaust, and the cold war (and oftentimes, the cold war is NEVER EVEN COVERED, which is especially insulting to me, for obvious reasons); 2) the manipulative aspect of US history in public schools teaching kids that the Declaration of independence and the Constitution are unassailable doctrines of freedom and liberty, and, as such, after independence was won, no further activism to maintain democracy was needed so we can all just smoke a bowl and be complacent because all those authoritarian third world regimes we constantly ridicule and criticize can NeVeR HaPPeN hErE 😒; and 3) how limpdick both-sidesism replaced civil, comprehensive political discussion because the right spent so long abusing, denigrating, and bullying the left that it was just easier to play it safe and take the milquetoast ~centrist~ stance, which always, always, always capitulates to the lowest common denominator, which is always the oppressor.

And generally just this age-old trend of holding the victims of systematic oppression to a higher moral and behavioral standard than the perpetrators of systematic oppression.

Guys, I’m tired. I’m so tired.

I’ve gotten a few questions over the years about why my writing is so angsty, why it always seems to follow the same themes; war crimes, PTSD, gore, torture.

I already escaped one authoritarian regime. The USA promised us one thing, and then once we got here, it started emulating the very tyrants we worked so hard to get away from. A lot of people have no idea what that feels like. How much of a betrayal that is. Especially considering all the financial and legal landmines one has to navigate just to do it, and then we’re punished for that, too.

I write about PTSD because I fucking have it. I write about war crimes because I’ve experienced them firsthand - just as a victim and not the perpetrator. I so often write about soldiers committing them because I want to roleplay what it’s like to not be a victim for once.

tbh writing a fucking Hamilton fanfiction is one of the most cathartic things I’ve ever done, but the extensive research I’ve had to do to be able to write this thing has been low-key traumatic. There’s a lot of historical material I’ve consumed that should have been covered at the most basic level of compulsory education, but conspicuously isn’t. And I know that’s a feature, not a bug. It’s by design.

Democracy - and independence, freedom, liberty, justice, civil rights in general - isn’t just some final xbox achievement that you unlock and then just shelve the game and forget about it for the rest of your life. You have to keep grinding to maintain it, because there will always be selfish, malicious people out there who will dedicate their entire lives playing a long con to ensure you don’t get the same opportunities as them. For the love of god, stop playing the both-sidesism game. From someone coming out of the eastern bloc, I can tell you with great confidence that that was part of the propaganda campaign you were fed to keep you from engaging so they could install a dictatorship under your nose. Do some self-guided historical research, guys. It can be very illuminating.

Anyway. I’ve gone on long enough here, but damn, don’t screw this up again, guys. Today is the first day of early voting in Texas, and I’m going to do my duty. When I first came to this country, after experiencing the rigorous vetting process and labyrinthine legal requirements of US citizenship, I was led to believe that in exchange for that privilege, I was personally responsible for my own civic self-education. It’s so much more important than you've been led to believe.

#uspol #long post #also uhhhh brendan gleeson really needs to win an award #i hope he's ok mentally after playing that role yikes yikes yikes #also 'why do your characters so often have alcohol abuse problems' uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

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cutie1365 · 5 years

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A Kid from Queens Part 11

Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Info: CA: Civil War Era. Tony Stark enlists his daughter to find the web slinging spider in Queens.

Word count: 2.8k

Warnings: language, lmk if I should add anything

A/N: I’ve removed a lot of people from my taglists for being inactive, to be on it and stay on it you must like my posts, and comment or reblog. There’s a google form in my bio to request to be added.

Masterlist linked in my bio. Taglist in the reblog.

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A bright stage light blinded you as you shifted back behind the curtain. A production assistant was clipping a microphone onto your dress that was so tight they’d actually made you wear spanx. Fucking spanx. You were a healthy 18 year old girl, wearing Spanx. You felt like you couldn’t breathe.

Your gaze shifted to the other side of the stage where you saw your publicist-turned-manager, Linda, give you a thumbs up and a cheery smile. You flashed her a toothy smile right back to reassure her. She had been preparing you for this all week, and you were ready. You were used to meetings with important people, investors, and shareholders; Pepper taught you well, you knew what you were doing.

“Ok people! Live in five... four...” A jaunty producer bellowed from behind the cameras.

You took a deep breath in, closing your eyes and reminding yourself why you were here. When you opened them, you put on your mask: a bright smile, wide eyes, and shoulders back. You were no longer the girl who just last week was crying in a conference room over a boy. No, for the next hour you were Y/N Stark: a girl who definitely had her shit together, sporting a nearly $5,000 Oscar de la Renta dress with some Jimmy Choos to match.

The audience roared as the large red “Applause” sign above the stage lit up.

“Thank you! Thank you for joining us and welcome to all of you at home tuning into our live broadcast of The Tonight Show!” The spirited host greeted the audience, he spoke again once their cheers died down.

“Tonight we have a very special guest. She’s a partner of Stark Industries. She’s the daughter of Iron Man! Give it up for Y/N Stark!” His voice grew more and more excited with each description.

Was that really all you boiled down to? ‘The daughter of Iron Man’? Would you ever be able to be your own person? All your accomplishments, and still, the most interesting thing about you was your paternity.

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Unbeknownst to you, thirty minutes away in Queens, May Parker was flipping channels as her nephew ate dinner. Landing on channel 6, she recognized a familiar face.

“Peter, isn’t that your little friend?” She asked excitedly, pointing to the TV. He lazily draws his attention to the screen before he did a double take. Oh God, she looked amazing. He thought.

“We’re not really friends May, she’s just my boss’ daughter.” Peter spoke, hoping she’d change the subject, or the channel.

“Wow, look at that dress! She looks like a million bucks!” May smiled, in awe.

“Try a billion.” Peter muttered, thankful that May didn’t have super-hearing like him. Normally at this time, he’d be getting ready to go out for patrols, but he was curious. Why were you on live TV? You didn’t do interviews. So tonight, he decided to take his place next to May and watch, because honestly - he missed you. If this was his chance so see your smile and hear your laugh, then patrols could wait an hour.

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“Thank you for having me.” You nodded politely as you adjusted in your chair.

“Well it’s not everyday I have superhero DNA seated across from me.” The host joked, and you laughed politely, mentally regretting this already.

“What can I say? It’s in my blood.” You shrugged, the audience roared as the neon sign flashed. Your interviewer joining in, though you could tell it was fake.

“Yikes that was bad wasn’t it, guess I’ll leave the jokes to you.” You declared with a smile.

“I guess out of all those PhDs you have, none of them translate to being able to come up with a decent punchline.” He retorted, playfully.

“Oh certainly not, probably the opposite considering they’re in Electrical Engineering and Ethical Philosophy.” You laughed.

“Which is incredible by the way! You’re 18 and you have two PhDs. How’d you do it?” What an original question. You thought and mentally rolled your eyes.

“A lot of hard work and dedication. And, sure, I’m not oblivious to the tremendous amount of privilege that I have. Sometimes it’s about the right opportunities, and those aren’t always fair. I’m hoping one day to change that.” You spoke honestly, gaining a round of applause from the audience.

“And how do you plan on doing that?” He asked, baiting you. He knew why you were here and what he was supposed to steer the conversation towards.

“Well, systematic change doesn’t happen overnight. But as a start, we want to be able to give young people interested in science, technology and engineering a foot in the door. We’re opening up a Stark Internship program, for kids across the country to come work with us and learn from us. Anyone is welcome to apply. There are more details on our website.” You looked directly into Camera One. You felt as if you were reading from a script, you’ve practiced this so much.

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“Peter, isn’t that what you do?” May asked, turning to her nephew.

“Kinda, Mr. Stark said they were expanding nationwide, wanna help out more people ya know.” He lied, in reality he had no clue what you were doing. A heads up would have been nice, but it was helpful that his alibi was now legitimized.

“I like her.” May said with a soft smile, focusing back on the screen.

“What?” Peter asked, taken aback.

“I like her,” May repeated, “She recognizes her privilege and she’s giving back. Plus her shoes are to die for.”

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“That’s amazing. Does that include scholarship opportunities?” Your host inquired, just as planned.

“Of course! We already offer a few scholarships, there’s even one named after Dad and I at MIT, but we will be expanding greatly. One hundred of the applicants will receive a $50,000 scholarship, so there’s certainly no reason not to apply.” You laughed.

“You’re going to be a busy girl, doing all those interviews.” He remarked. You hated the way he called you girl. You faked a laugh before responding.

“Oh, I know, but I think it’s important for me to really have an intimate role in the selection, you want to build those personal connections. Ya know?” You nodded.

“Those are important, sure. Now, Y/N, it’s no secret that you’ve also been running Stark Industries’ Philanthropy, so what’s next on the agenda for you personally?” He asked, turning the conversation... this wasn’t planned.

“Um, sure we have a lot of fingers in a lot of pies here at Stark Industries, so we’re constantly making pretty large donations to a number of deserving causes. If you’re referring to large scale philanthropic galas then the NYC Hope Gala is coming up, which targets childhood cancer research and awareness. And of course, The Met Gala is coming up next month.” You nodded. What was he playing at here?

“And can we expect you to attend?” Something about his demeanor was changing, and you cursed yourself for agreeing to do this on live TV.

“Haven’t missed it in four years so there’s a good chance.” You assured him with a smile.

“Are you nervous to attend a public event considering what that took place at the last one?” You felt like you had just been punched in the gut, and you hoped that didn’t translate onto your face. He really was going there, and you had a feeling you knew where this was heading.

“I believe that when you live in fear, the people that orchestrated these terrible things win. So I’m not going to let that happen.” Your mind was reeling trying to figure out his next move, and what your response would be. Should you keep talking to fill the time until commercial break, in an attempt to limit whatever might be coming next? You looked at the monitor, 5 minutes until commercial, shit. A lot can happen in 5 minutes.

“When footage of the attack came out, I think it’s fair to say that the world was shocked.” There were random voices of agreement coming from the audience.

“About?” You asked, surely he wasn’t bringing this up. Your heart began to beat faster.

“I don’t think anyone expected you to stand up and fight the way you did, what prompted you to do that.” Ok this is your chance, stall. You thought.

“I- I suppose it was a spur of the moment, fight or flight sort of thing. In times of panic everyone reacts differently. I have basic self defense and martial arts training and some Stark tech, that’s about it. No crazy powers or anything. Someone once told me that if you have the ability to stop the bad things from happening, and you don’t, then they happen because of you. I knew that I could do something, so I did.” You spoke slowly, hoping to come off as sincere and thoughtful, though you were really just killing time.

“And paid the price.”

“I didn’t say it was easy. But some broken ribs are a small price to pay for saving some lives.” You tried to convince him.

“And how has it affected your relationship with the Mayor’s son, the reason you were at the gala that night?” Shit.

“I think it’s normal that trauma and stress can put a strain on a relationship, but if you’re both willing to communicate and work through it then there’s no reason it should have a negative affect.” You were immediately reminded of your interaction with Thomas last week.

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“Let's be honest, you were using me the entire time.” You said calmly, shouldn’t you be angry?

“Well not the entire time.” He answered with a smirk, dropping it when he noticed you were not amused.

“Thomas.” You spoke seriously, with a brow raised.

“Ok fine, like 95% of the time,” He admitted, dropping his playful tone once more, “Why are you here Y/N?”

“Because it's my turn to use you.” You stated simply, mimicking his smirk.

“What?” His eyes grew wide.

“The public needs to keep thinking were the perfect happy couple.” You explained.

“Why?” He asked, shaking his head.

“I have my reasons and you have yours.” You answered cryptically.

You weren’t surprised when he agreed, his father’s poll numbers had been dropping significantly. He wanted to get back in his father’s good graces. You were going to use this opportunity to look into the family, and the possible weapons dealings Danny Rand had warned you about. Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer, they say.

Plus, it gave you a good alibi to move the attention off of Peter, well, Spider-Man.

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“So you’re still together, despite the rumors that you’ve split?” Your interviewer pried.

“We are still together, and doing quite well, though I appreciate your concern.” Your reply was confident, and just cocky enough to get a laugh from the audience.

“How did he react to the rumors about a midnight tryst between you and Spider-Man?” He was enjoying this, and to top it all off, blasted that damn photograph on the screen, just in case the world had forgotten.

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Peter choked on his water, causing May to worryingly ask him if he’s alright. He attempts to reassure her, and silence her to hear your response.

You laughed before answering.

“Well I’d hardly consider it a midnight tryst, considering this picture was taken at 7:30. Plus Thomas was over at the time so it would be pretty hard for him to believe there was any ‘trysting’ going on.” You lied. Peter listened more intently as the interview was slowly devolving into an interrogation.

“So are you denying that you know Spider-Man?” The interviewer pressed, his tone near threatening.

“I’ve met the guy once,” Peter saw you shrug, “He saved my life, I thanked him. I’d hardly consider that knowing someone.”

It was in that moment Peter realized why you were doing all of this. You were trying to protect him, to shift the story. You wanted to get the attention off of him, and by doing that, shifted it all onto you. You were taking the fall, and once this blows over you can’t turn back. You were going to have to keep this up, this media persona. That meant more TV appearances, more interviews, more parties and galas. Becoming the exact person you didn’t want to be. Putting aside your work and research, for him.

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“When we come back Y/N Stark is going to answer your questions you sent in on Twitter!” He pointed his note cards to the camera with a smile.

The curtain closed as you cut to commercial break. Your smile dropped and your mask melted away.

Your publicist Linda ran on stage yelling at the host.

“What the hell was that? We told you the attack was off limits!” She scolded him, you almost thought she’d threaten to sue. You’d never seen her this worked up before.

“It’s what people care about, it’s what they want to know! No one cares about how much money you donate to some kids.” He argued, you shook your head at how heartless he was.

You stormed over to the side of the stage, you could hear Linda’s heels behind you.

“Y/N-“ She spoke once she caught up to you, you whipped around to face her.

“This is why I didn’t want to do this bullshit! I’m out here getting interrogated! What’s he gonna ask about next, huh? The incident? The fucking Accords? Jesus!” You ranted, flailing your arms about.

”Back in 10.” A stagehand informed the two of you.

“Listen, I didn’t know he was going to do that ok. But now, you’re going to get your butt back in the chair and answer their silly questions from Twitter and you’re done, ok?” She pushed you back onto the stage, you quickly took your seat as the curtain separating you and the audience was pulled open and you were back live.

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After a painful 15 minutes of mind numbing questions like “Who’s your favorite Avenger?” and “F Marry Kill- Thor, Captain America, and Iron Man” (which you had declined to answer, that was your dad for Christ sake), you were finally making your way back to the car. Linda was giving you instructions in preparations for your day tomorrow.

“Ok, we’ve got the Vogue interview tomorrow morning, then Elle in the afternoon so I’ll send hair and makeup over around 5:45AM, you’ll have to be up and ready. Oh, but don’t eat anything you’ll want to look nice in your dress tomorrow.” You gave Linda a side eye and eye roll when her last words came out of her mouth. You were certainly not starving yourself. If you wanted to eat, you were going to eat, and God have mercy on anyone who got in your way.

Once you returned to the quiet emptiness of your apartment, you immediately slipped out of your dress and into yoga pants and a sports bra.

You began wrapping your knuckles, and attacking the punching bag - a little coping mechanism Cap had taught you. You were furious about how the interview went.

You had doubts that people would ever stop asking about Peter, and if any of this was worth it.

Little did you know, the friendly neighborhood Spiderling was sitting on your roof, after peering in through the window and seeing your assault on the bag.

He was curious about how you were doing. You had looked so happy and put together- but was that just a brave face and a dress? He realized now it was just a mask.

When he glanced once more, he found you in the kitchen, unwrapping your bleeding knuckles and downing a shot... and then another. You looked miserable, and exhausted.

He wanted to talk to you, but he didn’t want to make things worse. He was about to leave when he noticed you pulled out your phone and open the call app.

Your finger hovered over his name and he raised an eyebrow. You had an internal struggle over whether or not to call him, instead you set the phone down and groaned, sliding it across the counter.

“F.R.I. can you set an alarm for 5AM?” You asked, though you wished you didn’t have to.

“Sure can boss.” F.R.I.D.A.Y. replied.

You slipped a robe over your athletic wear and headed onto your balcony. You leaned on the edge, and looked out onto the moonlit park with a sigh. Dropping your head to your hands once more, and gently rubbing your temples.

Leaning back up onto your elbows, you took in a deep breath.

“I know you’re there Peter.” You spoke softly, turning your head slightly but keeping your body facing out over the ledge.

And your next action surprised both of you: you invited him in.

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ep.4 liveblog: that opening scene GODDAMN FUCK. OW. God tiago get out of the fucking police dept. everyone’s horrific. They really making everyone @ least a little likeable except reilly huh? i love councilwoman beck & I’ll be very sad when someone inevitably murders her. Nat dormer’s facial acting is A+. dr. Nazi: there’s something v tacky about inviting ur mistress to ur son’s b-day party. Also, nazis @ a kid’s birthday party? Yikes. 1/9

ok, as you can see i've decided to not make the same mistake twice and answer everything in one go, let's hope i won't fuck it up lol

first of all i LOVE that you are liveblogging it in my inbox 💙 and second of all get emotionally and mentally ready for the 5th episode, it's the one that made fandom (which was bigger than 5 people at the time) cry tears of joy and celebrate, little did we know that soon enough we'll be crying tears of disappointment and pain once the show will fuck itself up, but the fifth episode? still amazing

now that it's out of the way:

trust me there are more characters than just riley that you'll grow to hate probably, because jesus fuck many fucked up things are ahead... and i mean i adore natalie dormer, she's my favourite actress and the reason for my biness but her characters? they are cool and well acted, but i don't like them as... well people, they are not even human tho... you get what i mean

i loved councilwoman too, she was cool 💙

natalie is amazing and i'm sad for her that the show only had one season, because she had such a great opportunity to play with all those characters and it was gone too soon

yeah, the whole thing with the party was definitely... something

molly is a pretty strange character that i still don't know how to feel about and their relationships with tiago were written pretty strangely too

the graveyard scene was amazing, honestly nathan lane is amazing and i loved his character a lot, and their dynamic with tiago too, such a good duo

oh yeah, the kid was creepy as fuck and i only wish this storyline with him was going somewhere, but it felt like his was there just for scares, and about the torso girl it was definitely the kid too, and i have to tell you for some reason this girl is the scariest thing i've seen in the last few years, i am genuinely scared of her to the point where even seeing the gifs of her without warning gives me panic, i don't know why exactly but she's a fucking nightmare to me, no joke

well, i don't forget that dominic is there, i just kind of don't associate jace with kurt at all? so it's easy for me, i kind of feel that you will dislike this storyline even more further when we get to that part of the show with "there are two queer couples in the entire show, guess which one gets fucked over", but honestly i'm one of those people that believe any representation is... representation, you know, gay people can be bad or good, etc, still a little bit sad about this show's choices tho

mateo and josefina is a brotp for life, their relationship give me the will to live, i'm writing a fic now and their bond has a huge role in it because i love them so much

that scene was disturbing to say the least, i was so shocked after it and i still can't get over what happened, my poor baby girl, riley deserves everything that's coming and more

raul is everything and deserves all the respect, and... peacemaker... funny you should say that *cries like a fucking baby* this show treated their peacemakers like shit, didn't it... jesus fuck i'm sad now

you should never be sorry for talking about this show with me, never! 💙💙💙

i was laughing when i read the "mateo goes to the cat" part because i was waiting for the "OH HE DID GO TO THE CAT" lmao, of course, where else can he go if not to share with his boyfriend

you know what's funny? at some point i was joking like "lol what if with kurt and townsend it's not a trap, well not really, what if there's gonna be a genuine love story while flyvega will end up so fucked that we will all wish they were never a thing in the first place", well guess what lol, i should have never joked about anything in this show, my jokes were always a prophecy

of course mateo went to the cat, and oh my god yes, the character design for rico is amazing in every fucking scene, like it's just so perfect?? also i fucking love this moment because once again it shows us that rico is capable of violence, but he is never for it, it's never an answer for him, he's a true leader, levelheaded, calm, thinking, and mateo (and diego) is just... all emotions and will to fight, but he doesn't know what the fuck is he even doing and he's so childish and naive and... good god you'll see how the last episode will fuck it all up while trying to convince us otherwise

yeah, i wish they would explore molly more, and gave josefina more screen time so we really got to find out more and feel more connected to her and that storyline, sadly it was on the background so much that it didn't even make real sense or emotional impact at the end, but it was scary and exciting and interesting at this point in the story, after the end of the season there was even a theory that fina will become new molly at some point, but... well, we'll never know and i wouldn't want that to happen anyways so...

also i'm sad that josefina never got to tell about what happened to anyone in the family, raul would have been a good choice tho

i love everything about rico in this scene because once again it's obvious about the character that he does what needs to be done because basically his people were asking him for a change to avenge themselves, he gets the girl out first, he makes sure riley can't hurt anyone and is defenceless, and then he gives diego and mateo exactly what they both asked for, diego wanted to break riley's face to make him pay for the time riley did the same thing to him? he got to do it! mateo wanted to avenge fina? was so sure it's the right thing to do? great, than fucking do what you came here for, i like how rico just basically does all of that not because he enjoys any part of it but because it's like "you asked for it? he's yours, do what you need to do"

the whole scene was framed beautifully tho, and i still feel like this frame with their hands when rico gives the knife to mateo is one of the most beautiful shots in the whole show

mateo is once again emotional, messy, inexperienced, scared, and the whole body language was perfect there, shout out to jonathan, he played the character beautifully and deserved more screen time and better writing for mateo at the end

well, maybe that movie night was a date and we just don't get it lmao, but yeah, it was weird

i still don't even know how i feel about tiago and molly so i get you 100%

come back to scream at me about episode five, it's gonna be.. interesting lol 💙

#cheerynoir #bee answers

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How about a really intimidating/rude teenage MC? Y'know, a teen that's built on angst? That swears a lot? (But they're not all bad, they're just like that when they first people people? Thanks

Everything is platonic, no romance here. Also, there is A LOT of swearing so just be aware

Yoosung

unbelievably intimidated

Kinda glad he isn’t the youngest anymore

But honestly??? You don’t act that young

You act like you grew up on the streets… in the rough part of town.

When you first met, he thought you might be dangerous

“Are you a dangerous person?”

“I will be if you keep acting fucking stupid”

S c a r e d

After he got to know you… he was still scared

He thought you’d be like Rika… and then you weren’t…

“You’re nothing like Rika”

“No fucking shit, I’m MC not Rika”

You ain’t having none of that

After knowing him for a while, he learnt about you and your past

Suddenly he’s the protective big brother

“Yoosung I could put you on your ass in three seconds I don’t need you to protect me”

Asks you on advice on being more brave, and on self defence

“MC! Tell me stories about your gang member days?”

“Gang- what the hell Yoosung? I’ve never been in a gang!”

“That’s what Seven told me!”

“Sevens a fucking liar I’ll cut him if he makes up bullshit like that again”

Oooooookay

Avoids believing anything Seven says

When he and Seven suggest going to scope out Mint Eye

Boy howdy were you so not okay with that

“Have you ever been taught anything ever; you don’t go to the fucking place with the bad people”

You knew that if they went there, either they’d get hurt or you’d be dragged into more BS

Of course, Yoosung went anyway because-

“I’m older than them! I can make my own decisions!”

And then he got hurt

“Maybe they were right..”

After the RFA party, MC sees Yoosung as a younger brother she needs to protect, much to Yoosungs embarrassment because it should be the other way around

You go to him when you have problems with school

And he goes to you when he has problems with his masculinity…

Jaehee

at first she’s very concerned that you are here to hurt them

“How do we know we can trust you? It would make me feel better if you told us a bit about yourself”

“I really don’t care how you feel so fuck off”

Confronted and offended

But this isn’t the first time she’s been spoken to in a very disrespectful manner, she did work for Jumin after all.

After she got over her initial thoughts of you being dangerous, she became very… protective

In a motherly way

“Are you attending school regularly? Who do you live with? Do your parents know where you are? Can you handle the responsibility of the RFA?”

Whoa calm down

You are fond of Jaehee because of how much she cares for you, you weren’t shown that when you were younger

You threatened Jumin every time he brings up something else to add to Jaehee’s work load.

“One day Jaehee is going to quit and you’re going to realise how fucking useless you are without her and you’ll try to hire an assistant as good as Jaehee but your efforts will be futile because Jaehee is the greatest good you’re ever gonna get”

“MC did you just quote The Incredibles?”

“Shut the fuck up Seven or I’ll shove your face into a blender”

One time, when you were sleep deprived on groupchat and completely getting ready to pass out, you accidentally called Jaehee Mom.

“Get some rest, MC, the party is coming up and you don’t want to be too tired to attend”

“Thanks Mom”

You logged out two seconds after, and Jaehee was completely confused

She also felt bad, that you hadn’t had a good enough mother figure and you considered her of all people as your mother

You also got shit from Seven for it the next day

Until you threatened to shove his keyboard so far up his ass he could type with his rib cage

He left you alone

Zen

Realises you’re not to be messed with straight away because of the very first thing you said

“Maybe it’s a beautiful woman!”

“I’m a fucking kid you fucking creep”

Mental note: do not fuck with

He’s met people like you when he was younger and they are terrifying to be on the bad side of

Though, when you joined the RFA, he felt like a bit of his reckless youth was coming back to him

You remind him of himself when he was your age

That kinda scares him, because he did not do good things when he was younger

He hopes you don’t go down too bad of a path…

“Stay on a clear path, Ok MC?”

“Zen I’m a reckless teen I’m not about to go snort cocaine off a stripper’s ass and join the Mafia”

Becomes the protective big brother

He’s better at it than Yoosung

But you still don’t really need it

And the fact that you can handle yourself is shown when Unknown breaks into the apartment you’re in

Everyone panics when they’re hear the news.

“Oh my god MC is a child and she’s about to be kidnapped how will we live with ourselves?”

Suddenly, you message the groupchat

Everyone freaks

“MC!! What happened are you okay??”

“I’m fine”

“What about the guy that broke into your apartment??”

“I hit him over the head”

“With a frying pan”

“I hope he isn’t dead…”

MC PLEASE

He wasn’t dead, but he had a very bad concussion

Zen comes to you when he’s playing a role that requires him to act badass and like a jerk

You’re kinda offended, kinda honoured

Jumin

Nope

Not happening

You’re a kid, you can’t run an organisation! Seven, take them away

“Since MC is so young they’re probably useless to the RFA”

“Excuse me twinkle toes but if I can take on three guys at once that are all twice my size with guns I can handle emailing a few people”

Wait you did what?

After getting to know each other, Jumin begins to offer to pay for everything

“MC I noticed you haven’t yet paid your school fees, would you like me to take care of them

"Jumin what the fuck how did you know that”

He treats you like any other person, but with a little more caution since he knows you could totally mess his shit up

When you get 30+ people to attend the RFA party, he is thoroughly impressed

“Perhaps you could work for my company when you are older, MC”

“Go to hell”

“Didn’t think so”

You and Jumin have this weird mutual friendship

While it’s weird for the pair of you to hang out with someone who is almost ten years older/younger than you, you enjoy each other’s company at the RFA parties

That’s probably because he doesn’t beat around the bush

And you’re not afraid to speak your mind

“I’m thinking of having a photo shoot for Elizabeth the Third, what do you think?”

“I think your emotional attachment to this cat is because you weren’t loved enough as a child and now you cling to what you can force and trick into loving you and staying with you against its unknowing will”

Jesus MC chill would you

Jumin won’t admit it, but he’s proud to see you grow up and start to take on the world in your own unique way.

Saeyoung

well that’s not what he was expecting to see on the security cameras

You looked like you’d just stepped out of an action movie

Jokes about your age in chat a lot

“Wait, you’re not supposed to be this young!! What are you doing here?”

Also, acts shocked every time you say something rude to him even though he’s use to it

“I should live off HBC for the rest of my life!”

“I should burn all of the HBC in the world in front of you and then live off your tears”

Yikes

He treats you like a little sister, but he’s the annoying kind of brother that sets out to embarrass you

When things start going downhill, he tries to push you away so you can remain alive and well, and graduate high school and have a life

“You shouldn’t be friends with someone like me, MC, I’m very dangerous, I’ll get you killed”

“If you really think some mysterious ass bullshit like that will send me running for the hills you really haven’t learnt anything”

You and Vanderwood get along swimmingly

It’s like Vanderwood meets Mini-Vanderwood

Saeyoung questions if you’re secretly siblings and Vanderwood was taken away before you were born

Because of your badass skills you managed to make sure that no bullets hit Saeyoung, which means he never passed out and he could stop Saeran from killing V

Hooray for Badass MC

He’s glad that someone can counteract his jokes with sarcastic comments or funny threats, and not just calling him stupid all the time

“God 707 is here to save the day!”

“May everyone pray to a different god then”

“I haven’t slept in three days”

“Really? Judging by your looks I would’ve guessed three weeks”

You two are very good at throwing insults back and forth

He considers the fact that you might be more dangerous than he is

feels so bad

Feels horrible

He feels so, so bad that a kid was wrapped up in this

“I’m deeply sorry MC, I cannot begin to express my apologies for you getting dragged into this”

“Listen dude you apologise one more time and I’m gonna throw up okay?”

He tries to avoid you because he feels so guilty

He avoids you all the way up until the moment you set foot in the RFA base with Vanderwood and Saeyoung

As if he didn’t feel bad enough, you save him from being shot by pushing him out of the way.

Then he starts to apologise again

“I’m so sorry you were dragged into such a mess-”

“For the love of fuck V, shut up”

He smiles

He’s like the cool uncle that’s always high

Except V doesn’t do drugs

You think…

Either way, you and V have a pretty chill friendship, you only see each other at the RFA parties, or if another RFA member has decided to get everyone to hang out

You quietly sit in each other company, not bothering one another

You totally swear him out for not getting the eye surgery

“Listen you fucking moron, I get you loved Rika but she hurt you so bad that you soon you won’t be able to fucking see, and in case you’ve forgotten there are six other people who want to see you happy, and don’t want to see you with a walking stick or a guide dog. Not to mention your entire fucking career is based on being able to see, so for the love of fuck get the surgery”

You were very convincing

You go to him for a lot of life advice because he seems pretty wise

Unless it’s relationship advice

That should probably be left for Zen or something

He still feels guilty that a kid got thrown into this mess

But you reassure him in a very forceful way that it’s not his fault and he needs to calm down

Saeran

“Rika you made me lure a child what the fuck”

He didn’t know you were so young, you looked older, like you’d been through some shit, so he didn’t question it

But while monitoring the group chat he noticed you mention something about being in high school

high school?!

Still…

he trusts his leader

When he breaks into the apartment to kidnap you and force you to join a cult have a little chat

He was not expecting you to round-house kick him straight in the face and knock him out

When he came too his brother was there and it all went downhill from there

When you guys were at the Mint Eye HQ, he threatened you to stop being so difficult

You guys had a contest for most intense stare

This was cut off by the Rika fiasco

After all the jazz with Rika, and now that Saeran was safe and secure with Saeyoung in the bunker, the two of you realised how alike you were

You guys acted like twins, more so than him and Saeyoung, you liked the same music, you both insulted Saeyoung (although your insults didn’t stop there) and you both swore like you’d just stubbed your pinkie toe on a table leg

You ever expected him to say anything, or act friendly towards you

And he never expected you to ease up on him since he’d been through a lot

The two of you insulted and half-argued a lot

“Give me the remote, MC”

“You’ll have to pry it from my cold, dead hands you fucker”

“That can be arranged”

Everyone is a little worried you guys aren’t joking

You were possibly the only one that could intimidate anyone more than Saeran could

Yoosung and Saeyoung often had debates as to who had the worse death glare

“MC’s stare has the fury of a thousand suns!”

“I will throw you into the sun a thousand times if you do not shut the fuck up right now”

Eventually Saeran apologises for trying to kidnap you, and for tricking you, he truly didn’t realise you were just a kid.

You forgave him but warned him if he tried to do it again you’d make sure they never found his body

He thinks that’s fair

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