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jordie-gvf · 1 year

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more to love, josh kiszka

this is for my plus size ladies! i wrote this from experience!

friendly reminder that if ANYONE needs someone to talk to, that I am here.

warnings : bullying, language, being the overweight best friend, crying, smut, oral f rec

word count : 1.4k+

pairing : josh kiszka x plussize!reader

There was no denying that you had been bigger than most women. There was no thigh gap, you had flabby arms, you had love handles, you had always been big.

Josh never saw it as big. He viewed you as more to love. He loved everything about you. He loved falling asleep on you, he loved wearing your clothes, he loved grabbing your thighs, he loved you.

You, Josh, Jake, and Rachel had gone out. Rachel and Jake had been together for a little while shorter than you and Josh had. Jake and Rachel met through you. She was your best friend. The skinny best friend, the one who was always the spotlight.

You walked into the restaurant and saw Rachel, dressed in a tight red dress, hair done, perfect nails. Perfect body, perfect hair, perfect nails. Everything about her was perfect.

You and Josh sat down at the table and ordered your drinks. “Don't you think you should lay off the sweet tea, hun?” Rachel said. You looked at her astonished, “Excuse me?” you asked her.

“I said, are you going to lay off the tea? That shit is so bad for you, no wonder why you look like that. Your thighs look fucking huge.” she repeated. You looked at her, mouth hung open. Josh looked over at Jake and he was looking over at Rachel, surprised.

Your drinks came over and the waitress asked if you were ready to order food. You hadn't eaten anything yet and Josh knew that. “I will take chicken tenders and fries with ranch. What do you want, love?” he asked you. You shook your head and said, “I'm fine.” He shook his head and said to the waitress, “She’ll take the same, thank you.” He turned to you and said, “You have to eat, hun.” You shook your head and got up from the table.

You went to the bathroom and locked the door, looking in the mirror. You took one look into the reflection of your own eyes. “Why didn't I come out like her?” you said to yourself, getting teary eyed. Your hair had been curly and shaggy, just like Danny’s. Your outfit was a blue sweater with jeans and white shoes. Your nails were just pink with a heart on your middle and ring fingers.

You ended up in the bathroom corner, head in your hands, crying. The door knob jiggled and in came the bartender. She had been one of your best friends in high school, before Rachel. She witnessed all the harsh words Rachel had said to you in high school.

“Y/N, is that you?” Michelle asked you. You nodded and she got down on the floor with you. “Come on, why are you crying? Don't tell me it's Rachel, again?” She asked you. You nodded and she sighed. She moved next to you and put her head on your shoulder, comforting you.

Michelle was at your wedding, she was your maid of honor. “You have one thing she doesn't, Kiszka attached to her name, you do. She doesn't have that beautiful ring on her finger.” she said.

You looked down at your left hand and saw your ring. Josh had picked out the most beautiful ring for you. You heard a “Mama? You in here?”

Josh. You had left him at the table, alone. Michelle opened the stall and in walked Josh, your purse, a to go bag, and a sweet tea in his hand. He stuck his free hand out and said, “Come on, let's go home.”

He helped you up and you hugged him. Knowing that's what you needed in moments like that, he put everything on the floor and hugged you back. “I know,” was all he had to say.

You two got home and you grabbed your purse out of the backseat. Josh grabbed the food and put it all out on the kitchen table. He poured your tea into your favorite cup and added lots of ice. He sat back down and said, “You weren't there, but Jake and I told her what she said was wrong. He wouldn't let me cuss her out.”

NO ONE'S POV

“Why would you say that to her? You know she has problems with her body image, what the hell is wrong with you?” Josh scolded Rachel. “Yeah Rach, I mean seriously. Did you really need to say that to her?” Jake agreed with his brother. Rachel looked over at Jake and said, “Well I'm not wrong. She's slowly killing herself. She needs to eat healthier and go to the gym.”

“She goes to the gym! She eats salads every night for dinner! She eats salad and then goes to the gym, for hours on end. I saw her in the mirror the other day, grabbing her thigh and making it look smaller, saying “My body is my body, there is nothing I can do.” So fuck you. She wakes up at 3AM, starving cause all she eats is fucking lettuce and doesnt eat anything to support her needs. You know what she needs, is a fucking support system! She needs someone to understand how she feels. You've been her best friend since college and this is how you treat her?” Josh said and stood up from the table. He looked at his little brother and said, “Your bitch needs a leash.” and walked away.

He went to the bar and told them to pack the food to-go and if they could add a large sweet tea. Jake came over and said, “Tell Y/N that I'm sorry.” Josh turned to him and said, “It's not you who should be apologizing.”

He got the food and walked into the bathroom and saw Michelle and Y/N in the stall together.

Y/N'S POV

You and Josh had eaten dinner and went upstairs to get ready for the night. You showered together, but Josh finished first. He set out clothes for you and got into his pajamas. He laid down and waited for you to finish in the shower.

You came out of the bathroom and saw your clothes sitting on the edge of your bed. You saw your favorite lotion sitting on the bed. “Can I put it on for you?” Josh spoke up and asked. You nodded and he let you sit down on the bed. You put your cami and panties on but left the pants off so he could rub lotion on you.

“Look at that beautiful ring, it shines just like you.” he said. You blushed and reached down for a kiss. He laid you down and moved down to your legs. He rubbed your legs and said, “Can I take these off?” and played with the waistband of your panties. You nodded and he said, “Let me hear you say it.”

“Yes Josh, please take them off.” you told him, growing impatient. He pulled them down and said, “Look at that, Mama. Why’re you all wet, baby?” You kept silent and let him work his magic. He rubbed your thighs and said, “I love your thighs, especially when my head is buried between them. Keep my ears warm, baby.” and put his head between your legs.

He attached his lips to your clit and wrapped his arms up under your ass, resting his hands on your ass cheeks. He nuzzled his face closer into you and you felt his tongue dart in and out of you.

He continued his assault on your pussy, never slowing the pace of his tongue. He removed one hand from you and attached his thumb to your clit. You sat up on your elbows and looked at Josh. He looked up at you, lower half his face no longer in your sight. He flashed his pretty brown eyes at you and sucked harder on you.

You laid back down and threaded your left hand into his hair. He moaned into you when you tugged on his hair a little. His hair had gotten caught on something, so you looked and saw your ring, snagged in his hair. You pulled your ring out of his hair, which caused his head to jerk forward. He moaned into you and licked faster.

After you had finished, he kissed up your body and focused on your stomach. He laid his head down on you and said, “I love you and your perfect body. It's just more to love.”

#josh kiszka x reader #josh kiszka fic #josh kiszka fluff #josh kiszka #josh gvf #josh kiszka smut #greta van smut #greta van fic #greta van fluff #greta van fleet fic #gvf fic

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feyre-darling92 · 1 year

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Azriel x reader One-Shot

A/N: So, I had this idea like a month ago and I wrote it down yesterday (This is going great). Hope you like it.

Word Count: 612

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You fixed your hood, making sure your face was hidden well enough. Well, you were one of Prythian’s most famous assassins, couldn’t risk it.

“Another one” you pushed your cup to the young bartender who took it and refilled it immediately. Nodding thanks you drank it in one sip and got up.

“Put it on my tub”

You moved as you always did, quietly and discreetly, eyes on the ground and hands ready to grab the nearest weapon.

However, you collided with another body, a guard as it seemed.

“Hey, you. Take your hood off” he ordered, hand on the sword that was hanging on his hip.

“Calm down, sir. There’s no need to cause trouble” you tried to play it innocently but they didn't bite it.

“I said: ‘take off your hood’” he drew his weapon.

Sighing you took it off, “So, you wanna do this? Fine from me”

In a heartbeat, you had scanned the place, one guard inside and two on the door waiting for the outcome. This should be easy.

“We got her” he turned back to his companions, allowing you to attack first.

“Lesson number one” you kicked him which caused him to fall and hit his head on the table behind, “We never turn our back to our enemy”

“You bitch!” he got up and raised his fist to hit you but you avoided it, taking a bottle from the nearest table and smashing it on his head. Kicking him on the side and the head, once he was down, ended the fight.

There were more two.

Running out so you had more space you drew your sword and attacked one guard killing him easily, moving for the next one.

Before you could attack you felt the cold metal of the sword blade against your neck

“Drop your sword and stay where you are” a deep husky voice sounded from behind you and you noticed shadows moving close.

Threatened by a shadow singer? Not very hopeful, don’t you think? So you did as he asked, gently bending to place it on the ground.

“Very nice. Now, Y/N, follow me, unless you want your career to end so soon”

“How do you know my name, shadow singer?” you felt a tie to your throat.

His presence was intimidating, like none you’d ever come across.

“You’d be surprised to know how many things the shadows know” he took your hands and tied them firmly behind your back,

“And don’t even think about running away”

You were now fully facing him and- shit. He was like no man you’d ever seen before. He was- intimidatingly handsome. Yet he was your enemy.

“Who are you working for?” you asked and he observed you for a second.

“The high lord of the night court” he replied firmly with a tone that showed he didn’t like questions.

Well, neither you were so you couldn’t blame him.

“Huh”

“Why is that?”

“Why is what?”

“You have any objection about him?”

“That’s none of your business”

He side-eyed you and nodded you to follow him. With a tight grip on your shoulder, he guided you to a place unknown to you and entered what seemed like a safe house.

A man was waiting, his back turned to you.

“So, this is where you get your shit done?” you chuckled looking around the place.

“Well, you know, my old office was too fancy for my liking” Rhysand turned to face you.

“Same old ironic bastard, I see”

“Good to have you back, Y/N” He smiled.

“So, what is this all about?”

“Let’s just say that your old friend needs a favor”

“I am all ears”

Taglist: @a-court-of-reading-and-writing , @michelle-l-a-k , @hauntedwitch04

#azriel x reader #azriel imagine #azriel x you #acotar x reader #imagine acotar #feyre-darling92 #feyre darling92

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all-eyes-lead-to-the-truth · 3 days

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All Eyes Lead to the Truth | Season Four Master Post

Season four is one of the most beloved seasons of The X-Files, and we had a lot of fun exploring the background characters that helped make it so special!

Check out this thread to see all the characters we got to meet this season!

Herrenvolk (4x01) | X

No one would remember him, and if they did, they would struggle to remember a name they were never told. The memory of his existence would remain occluded by the shadows he lived in.

Home (4x02) | Sheriff Andy Taylor

For protection, his father had said, as he pressed the unfamiliar cold metal into Taylor’s warm hand. To keep your family safe.

To keep your home safe.

He shuts the drawer. He isn’t ready for this reality, not now. Not yet.

Teliko (4x03) | Special Agent Sean Pendrell

With them, it was never something simple. It was a computer chip so fragile he could barely study it. It was a complex string of numbers and letters tracking a smallpox vaccination program for reasons he couldn’t even begin to fathom.

This was what he went to school for.

Unruhe (4x04) | Gerry Schnauz

Gerry knew she needed his help the moment they met. There was a howler inside of her head — a black mass invading her body and mind.

The Field Where I Died (4x05) | Melissa Rydell Ephesian

Melissa struggled with the idea of reincarnation, but dared not show it. And as it turned out, a broken link in the chain of her faith led to more broken links.

When she first saw Vernon hurt a child, the chain shattered.

Sanguinarium (4x06) | Dr. Theresa Shannon

The face on the computer had looked just like Jack, but that had to be impossible. The science of surgery hadn’t come that far. To spread the eyes further apart, change features completely… and besides, she knows him. Knows the person he is…

Musings of a Cigarette Smoking Man (4x07) | Albert M. Godwinkle

All Albert M. Godwinkle wants today is to read a halfway decent manuscript that puts a smile on his disgruntled face. Today is not that day.

Tunguska (4x08) | Alex Krycek

If looks could kill, Alex would be a dead man. But he thrives off this, off making Mulder squirm. It’s just so fucking easy.

Terma (4x09) | Senator Albert Sorenson

He was a staunch proponent of holding insubordinate witnesses in contempt when the court was not being respected, and no one, not even a government employee, was immune to that.

Paper Hearts (4x10) | Addie Sparks

The little girl he loves is gone, and she is never coming back.

Just like me.

El Mundo Gira (4x11) | Migrant Worker

At the simple mention of El Chupacabra, the shack erupted in a cacophony of worry, as if merely saying the name might summon the beast.

Leonard Betts (4x12) | Michele Wilkes

Even through the panic she felt screaming through her that nothing about this was okay, she felt a moment of relief wash over her. Maybe it had all been a dream. Maybe her partner hadn’t died while she was at the wheel.

Never Again (4x13) | Ed Jerse

Deadbeat. Loser. Failure.

He’s heard it all, and he has had enough. No one humiliates Ed Jerse anymore. No, not now. Never again.

Memento Mori (4x14) | Kurt Crawford

What is destined for a creature borne of fluid and test tubes, guided by the hands of cruel men?

Kaddish (4x15) | Ariel Luria

Someone else’s hatred had taken her true love away. Just like that, in an instant, like it was nothing. But it was not hatred that led her to the gravesite that stormy night.

Unrequited (4x16) | Special Agent Kent Hill

Hill slides in his earpiece, watching as their eyes lock. His wife would call it eavesdropping, but as he steps closer, tilting his head just right to better hear their hushed voices, Hill simply calls it satisfying a long-standing curiosity.

Tempus Fugit (4x17) | Bartender

The man tried to fluff the pink ball back into shape after presumably squashing it in his pocket. “The woman I came in with— it’s her birthday, and she loves these things. I was wondering if there was any way you could ask someone in the back to put it on a plate and bring it out to her?”

Max (4x18) | Sharon Graffia

Sharon Graffia isn’t a liar. She’d only done what she needed to in order for people to believe her. All she’s ever wanted was someone to believe her.

Synchrony (4x19) | Jason Nichols

Naïveté and a complete lack of understanding of the consequences of their work had been their downfall. But how could they have known?

Small Potatoes (4x20) | Eddie Van Blundht

It didn’t take him long to realize he’d initially misread the situation when he saw them at the clinic. Based on the look Dana Scully shot him when he tried to hold her hand at the airport, he knew he was navigating territory Fox Mulder had yet to conquer.

Zero Sum (4x21) | Billy

He slowly twisted his neck to the right, and was horrified by the sight before him. In the next bed over was David from his class, his face covered in gross red bumps. He looked dead.

Billy didn’t know what else to do. He started crying.

Elegy (4x22) | Lauren Heller

She had an exam in the morning. Her mother’s birthday was the following weekend. She had plans.

Demons (4x23) | Amy Cassandra

As she speaks, the deep wound in her skull throbs, reminding her that that was true, until weeks ago when she’d traded the nightmare of one penetrating drill with the reality of another.

Gesthemane (4x24) | Father McCue

Her faith had come from God, yes… but it had also come from another, less expected source. Perhaps it still did.

Stay tuned for more perspectives coming in Season Four!

1 | 2 | 3 | 4

We spend so much time deliberating and chatting about who to use in a given episode or where certain characters would be best utilized in the series, and we'd love to hear any opinions or predictions you might have! Do you have a favorite minor character? What episodes do you think would be best for our favorite recurring characters? Your feedback is one of the most enjoyable parts of this project (and sometimes hearing other perspectives can help inform the decisions we have to make). - @admiralty-xfd, @fridaysat9, @monikafilefan, and @gaycrouton

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cannonball5 · 2 years

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My head canons for the Girls post graduation:

Spoilers Obviously

First James and Erin were dating in 3x07 and no one can convince me otherwise. Erin and James dated until the end of summer. They were each other’s firsts for a lot of things. Their first “I love you” happens in the middle of their first real fight as a couple. They were each other’s first time which happened about 5 minutes after their first fight. They both got into different Universities and so agreed to break up before leaving for school so they don’t strain their relationships with their friends since they won’t see them as much now (I imagine a last kiss at the train station as one of them boards).

Erin goes to school and studies English and Literature. She gets a job at a publishing house after graduating from University and continues her writing (she will often try to slip her manuscripts to her bosses). She started to focus on YA fantasy when Harry Potter blew up and Erin frequently calls J.K. Rowling her “Nemesis.”

James goes to school in London for University but also because he finds out his mom’s pregnant by her new husband (James didn’t even know she remarried). He decides to be close by to give his new sibling at least a partially stable “Parental Figure.” He decides to Major in Film but also takes a minor in business. Not long after graduating he goes over to his mom’s to find out she’s packed and gone on a vacation with her new boyfriend and that she’ll be “back in a month, tops.” James realizes almost immediately she’s packed all her stuff and probably isn’t coming back anytime soon. Knowing he can’t care for both himself and his little sister (plot twist his mom’s horrible) James moves back to Derry. When he moves back he buys one of Dennis’s old shops and makes it into a nerd paraphernalia store. It does well even before the Doctor Who revival because it hosts regular movie nights showing films sooner than even theaters thanks to some old film school friends.

Orla decides to travel after graduating. She packs a bag (of mostly sweets) and over the next 5 years travels the world. She steps foot on every continent (when she visited Antarctica she had to be stopped from smuggling penguins in her bags), she learned self defense fighting from multiple sources, discovered she’s a prodigy in Yoga, met Kamal when she was in Africa, fought in underground fight clubs, accidentally started a cult, and at one point assisted MI6 with an operation (she may or may not be an inspiration for a Bond Girl). After getting back home she told her stories to Erin who used them as inspiration for a moderately successful YA series. Also Orla is never hurting for money as she apparently partially owns the rights to several international hit songs and movies. She currently owns a Yoga studio with an Ice Cream/Sweets shop attached.

Clare after being in therapy to help with her grief and anxiety she became fascinated by the human mind and started studying psychology. She eventually becomes a therapist and opens a practice back home. While she deals in all matters of mental health she specializes mostly in anxiety. A few years after opening her practice she also starts a Help Line for LGBTQ+ kids and teens (it’s her proudest accomplishment). Clare also starts dating the manager she hired to run the help line. They’ve been living together since 2011 and were engaged in 2012. They adopted 3 kids (2 girls and a boy) as well as 2 cats before they officially got married in 2020.

Michelle lost focus a bit after graduating. With her friends gone she didn’t know what to do. She became a bartender and was actually pretty good at it (she also likes to joke she’s doing what Clare wants to do without the fancy degree and she gets to drink when she does it). After a few years slinging drinks she realizes she wants more out of life. After spending time with her brother Michelle decides to get involved with the Justice system. She starts taking night classes studying pre-law and while she is struggling to find a law school she has a chat with her mom and decides to change course. Her mom asks her how she wants to help people and tells Michelle that while she doesn’t have a medical degree she believes she makes more of an impact in people’s lives than the doctors. After that Michelle joins Law Enforcement to not only help her community and people but also to hold her fellow officers to a higher standard. Michelle now is a Chief Inspector. She also is divorced and shares custody of her twins with her Ex.

Also Erin and James did eventually get back together. They did date other people (James dated Jenny Joyce for about 2 months, a secret he plans to take to his grave), but they started dating again in 2007, exactly 10 years to the day of their first kiss. They got married on the 10 year anniversary of there breakup (Erin liked the full circle feel of it). They got pregnant about 6 months after their wedding and have a daughter, Josephine Deirdre Maguire (they call her Joey).

Sorry it’s so long. If you made it this far kudos to you.

#derry girls #jerin #james x erin #erin x james #erin quinn #james maguire #michelle mallon #clare devlin #orla mccool

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babyarty · 2 months

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An incomplete list of Trans and gender nonconforming people murdered for existing in the 2020s

Here is the complete list of Trans people murdered in 2023, compiled by Transrespect versus Transphobia Worldwide (TvT).

2020 – Özge Bilir, aged 25, was a Dutch trans woman of Turkish descent living in Leidsche Rijn, Utrecht. She was stabbed to death by her ex-boyfriend.

2020 – Alexa Luciano Ruiz was fatally shot in Puerto Rico on 24 February, after an incident in a local restroom. Ms. Luciano was killed while the assailant men laughed.

2020 – Michelle Michellyn Ramos Vargas, a 33-year-old trans woman, was found dead on an isolated road after being shot multiple times on 30 September in San Germán, Puerto Rico. She worked as a bartender and was studying to become a nurse.

2020 – Selena Reyes-Hernandez, 37, was fatally shot in Chicago, Illinois, on 31 May by a man she went home with, after telling him that she was transgender.

2020 – Brayla Stone, 17, was murdered in Arkansas in June 2020 by a man seeking to conceal his sexual relationship with her. The killer pleaded guilty and was sentenced to 50 years in prison.

2020 – Valera, a 46-year-old man, a janitor, was raped and killed on 10 February in Chelyabinsk, Russia, by his dorm roommates after they learned he was a transgender man.

2021 – Ebeng Mayor, a trans man from Batasan Hills, Philippines, was found raped, mutilated, and killed on 20 May 2021, after being missing for three days.

2022 – Briza Garces Florez, a 40-year-old Colombian trans sex worker from the Netherlands, was stabbed to death by her 32-year-old boyfriend.

2022 – Doski Azad, a 23-year-old Kurdish transgender woman, was murdered by her brother for being transgender.

2022 – Ariyanna Mitchell, a 17-year-old Black trans girl from Virginia, was shot and killed by 19-year-old Jimmy LeShawn Williams with an assault rifle, after he asked her if she was transgender, and she replied, "yes".

2022 - Cherry Bush, a homeless 48-year-old trans woman, was shot to death in Los Angeles.

2023 - Brianna Ghey was stabbed to death in Culcheth Linear Park on 11 February 2023.

2024 - Nex Benedict, a 16-year-old non-binary American student died one day after being assaulted in the girls' restroom.

(This is Nex)

Their friends and mother say that they experienced bullying for more than a year, because of their gender identity, before the assault. The bullying got progressively worse after a bill was passed in Oklahoma to prohibit the use of non-binary gender markers on birth certificates. Public school students are legally required to use restrooms only according to the gender on their birth certificate.

Nex was assaulted in the restroom by three girls and beaten unconscious. Sue Benedict, Nex's mother, was called to school and she found Nex with bruises on their face and scratches on the back of their head. She was informed that they had been suspended for two weeks. Sue took them to a nearby hospital and called the Oklahoma police department.

Nex told the officer how they had heard the girls making comments about their group and how they had poured water on the girls which then led to the altercation. They then said that had been attacked and had blacked out on the floor. The officer told Sue that this could be considered "mutual" and if they were to press charges, Nex would be open to those same charges. She declined at the time. Nex were later discharged and reportedly went to bed with a sore head.

(Nex with their cat)

The following day, on February 8, as they were preparing to travel with their mother for an appointment, Nex collapsed in the family's living room. Sue Benedict called 911, saying that Nex’s eyes had rolled back and they were struggling to breathe. Nex had stopped breathing by the time EMTs arrived. Nex was declared dead at the hospital that evening.

This is, by no means, a complete list. It does not even include a fraction of the murders of gender queer people in the 2020s, let alone the suicides, rapes, assaults, attempted murders, etc. It does not include the crimes against the rest of the LGBTQIA+ community.

Thank you for reading the whole thing.

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randy-is-my-name · 3 months

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She caught my eye as soon as she came through the door. The club was a little slow as it was a Thursday night, still a little early. I was seated at the bar. She strolled up to the bar a few stools down from me and took a seat. The bartender took her order and she began to fumble with her small purse. I couldn't take my eyes off of her. She was beautifully gorgeous. A little black dress with small strings of gold seemingly holding it up. No sleeves. Half way between her knees and hips, nearly showing her panties. Her face was the perfect feminine shape, her lips so full and red with lipstick, her blue eyes shown through her tinted eye shadow and mascara. Blush, ever so subtle along her cheeks. A little gold heart pendant hung around her neck, on a small chain. Her hair was that perfect blonde color, long with soft curls, flowing along her shoulders and just above the middle of her back. A thin golden chain for an accent belt, one small sapphire ring on her right hand. Long nails with that perfect red color. Her body, the perfect feminine shape of 36/24/34. Her legs tanned and shapely. She stood about 5'8" with her delicate black open toe heels with the strap just above her ankles. She was all feminine, a woman like no other in the place. I was so mesmerized by her beauty.

As I watched her for a little bit, she looked at her cell phone and scrolled through it, stopped, touched an icon and put it to her ear. She turned slightly in my direction and saw me looking at her. I quickly turned away. That was so hard to do. I could hear her speaking to someone, but, not enough to know the conversation. The next thing I know, I feel tap on my shoulder and turned. There she was. Right beside me. I turned more to face her and greeted her with the most polite hello I've ever done. She introduced herself as Michelle. I gave her my name, Randy.

I asked her if she would sit and she reached for my drink and took it, gave a look and I followed her to a table in the corner, less noise and traffic. My gentlemanly instincts kicked in and I offered her a seat first and helped with the chair. The table was small and as I sat down, it was like the table wasn't there, I was so close to her. She was wearing a perfume that sets a man's desire on fire. We talked a while, slowly sipping our drinks, not wanting to get drunk, just enough to feel good and still comprehend the night.

I finally asked her if she wanted to take a walk. She agreed. It was still a little early and we decided to walk down to the overlook of the river and look at the city lights across and those along the dark river. It was warm, a little humid, but, not bad. At some point, we turned to each other and I guess we both had this feeling, looked into each other's eyes and kissed. Her arms reaching around my neck, mine, around her waist and back. She tasted like a woman. I was on fire.

She then pulled away and said she had something to tell me. I'm like, "oh, no". She fumbled around with her words and finally got it out. She said she was a trans woman.

I looked at her and said " no you're not. You're a beautiful sexy woman, Michelle. Perfectly feminine in every way and I desire you." Then I said, "so what? It doesn't bother me if it doesn't bother you."

She looked at me and this time, her kiss was more deliberate, more wanting. She needed me tonight. That's what that kiss said to me. We turned and held hands as we walked, heading for the parking lot. She was surprised that I was in an old beat up pickup truck. She said to me, "I like this, but, I figured you to be in a Porsche or a Corvette".

I said, "nope, I'm just a simple guy. I hope you don't mind?"

She said, "not at all. You get more interesting every minute".

I drove to my place, a small house in a rural suburb. She seemed pleased. We walked to the door and I opened it. She slowly walked in, not knowing what to expect. One light in the living room was on. She declined anymore alcohol. I pulled out a beer. She sat in the center of the couch. This left me to decide to sit in the chair across from her or sit next to her. I sat next to her, set my beer on the coffee table and we both turned to each other and began to speak at the same time. We both stopped and giggled at ourselves and she told me to go first. I told her, we didn't have to do what seems to be happening and that I was very comfortable to leave it at that and sleep on the couch. She said she was thinking along the same lines, but, she would rather we be in the same bed. She then asked me if I had ever been with a trans woman before. I said no. She said, that makes it better to lay together.

Our night together was the best night of my night of life. I've never met a girl like her and I fell in love. She to, said she was falling for me. See, we never touched each other sexually all night long. We held each other, off and on, both of us in our underwear.

It was the next morning we made love. I felt her stiffness against my thigh. She started caressing my chest and stomach, running her fingers through my body hair. She had her head on my shoulder, my arm cradling her. She moved her body on top of me. I felt her push herself against my hardening staff. I've never felt a sensation like that before. She looked at me and then kissed me. A deep French kiss that lasted long enough to make my head spin. She swooned me. I had no control. She began kissing my neck and down to my chest and my nipples, going lower to my stomach and then to my pleasure stick. It was hard as a rock. She wasted no time and ran her tongue along all sides of it, around the head and slipped her perfect lips around it. She slid her mouth down onto it fully and I was in another world.

That didn't last long. She knew I was about to let loose. She rolled off of me, pulling my whitey tighties off fully. She removed her panties and I saw her fullness for the first time. I reached for it and wrapped my hand around her stiffness. I felt the warmth of it and gently massaged it. She pulled me up and told me to get behind her. She stuck her perfect butt in the air, she on all fours. I got behind her. Out of nowhere, she had this lube and began to apply it to herself then me. She guided me to her hole. I didn't know what to expect. I have never screwed a woman in her butt before.

I slid into her with such ease. It was nice. It was tight. It felt good. I caressed her as I began to pump slowly in and out. As my rhythm got faster, I reached around and stroked her a bit, then grabbed both hips and started pounding her. I couldn't stop. This was a feeling I had never experienced before. My balls were slapping hers. She was moaning and groaning. She hollered out, " fuck me, Randy, cum in me please." I was giving it all I was worth. I banged the hell out of her. She began shaking uncontrollably. I let loose inside her a flood of cum. She was shaking so hard, it almost scared me. To my surprise, her orgasm made her cum too. It was all over the bed. I pulled out of her and lay next to her. She was still in the position, her butt in the air, her head on the bed. She looked at me with a smile so sexy. My first trans woman and I loved it.

She finally moved and got herself upright, looking at me and asked, "did you like it?"

I said, "that's a silly question. My first trans woman and you're beautiful and sexy and hell yeah, I liked it. You are amazing. Is it ok with you that I say, I'm falling in love with you right this very minute?"

She said, "so am I." And stretched herself to my face and kissed me again. She got up and went to the bathroom. I lay there, thinking about first seeing her and realized, it was love at first sight. She was special. I needed her and she needed me. It was meant to be.

It's been several years now, she and I are more in love than ever before. We do so much together. We belong to each other. She's my woman, I'm her man. That's the way it was meant to be. I love my trans woman.

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happy 3k love!! can I get a sangria (ik ik I'm a thirsty bitch) with mcu Peter Parker where he's like the complete opposite of his high school self and meets reader? you can go in any direction honestly I don't mind I just love reading the way you put words together 🤰🤰🤰🤰💙

“another round for the ladies over there, y/n.”

you roll your eyes with a smirk. “another one, jim? tell me, has any of them promised you some pussy yet tonight?”

“oi, fuck off,�� the man in front of you huffs. “it’s called being a gentleman.”

you scoff, shaking your head, but continue to pour five tequila shots anyway. jim, your thirty-five year old regular, was always unlucky when it came to finding dates, often keeping company with whatever gaggle of sorority girls caught his eye or happened to catch on that he was easily manipulated. you watched every friday night for 1) your own amusement, 2) being nice to jim granted great tips even though you had to deny his many advances, and 3) you needed to make sure the bastard wasn’t actually a creep to any of these young girls.

“whatever you say, james.”

you turn to update his tab when a familiar voice pipes up behind you.

“what kind of mezcal do you have?”

your head whips to the source of the voice. you lock eyes with a pair of familiar brown ones, though you aren’t sure where his face is from. a step closer and the boyishness in his face shows much clearer under the lamplight.

“peter? peter parker?”

“hey,” he chuckles.

“thought you were at MIT or whatever.”

“you know it’s the summer time, right?” he raises a brow. something about his appearance is more refined, hardened compared to the last time you saw him. when you had last seen peter parker, you were both in graduation gowns and you’d watched him walk the stage to take his diploma. he had been holding a bouquet of flowers in his hand, cheek to cheek with michelle jones while his aunt may had an arm around his neck. you didn’t have the courage to congratulate him, let alone tell him about your two-year crush, and then he’d vanished before your eyes. seeing him now was like being inside a dream.

“right,” you blink at him, clearing your throat to make an attempt back at professionalism. “oh! uh, we’ve got peloton de la muerte, don amado…”

“i’ll just get a mezcal mule with whatever you prefer,” he interrupts. you nod with a sheepish smile.

you can feel his eyes scanning your body as you make his drink, which has your back straightening like a tree.

“on the house,” you murmur as you set the glass in front of him.

“what? really?”

“it’s not every day you get a midtown alum at your bar,” you shrug, leaning your elbow on the counter. you hope he doesn’t see right through you.

“surprising. i thought you’d see tons considering how many of them stay in manhattan,” peter shrugs.

he’d made you nervous before, back in high school, mostly because he was so unprecedented and you were so timid and stuck in the shadows. meanwhile, peter exuded pure sunlight with his bashfulness, his kindness. it didn’t particularly set in the person in front of you, though. maybe it had been two or three years since graduation, but at the moment, it feels like you’re talking to a new version of the boy you once spent countless decathlon practices with.

“it’s good money, the bartending?” he quips with curiosity as he sips his drink.

“it’s enough for the summer. lots of lonely men need a couple drinks and some female company.”

“better than trying to save the world.”

“what do you mean?”

peter doesn’t answer. he merely flashes you a smile that definitely hides something underneath, but you don’t know him enough to pry. to be fair, you hardly know him at all. you only have the idea of him that you’d made up during your high school years, and even now, you assume that you’ll probably go home and dream of made-up versions of him. his presence is like a test to your psyche at the moment. nothing significant — nothing worth giving your time to ever stayed. you didn’t expect peter to, either.

that is, until he orders more drinks. a mezcal mule, a white wine, a ginger ale mixed with whatever your finger lands on when you close your eyes. it’s a weekday night, so most of your usual patrons have fucked off for the night, leaving you to wipe down the counters and sweep before the clock even hits one.

“gotta kick you out, parker.”

“who, me? where am i supposed to go now?” his voice has a begging tone to it that makes you want to sink into quicksand. or maybe you’re drunk, because the shots he was ordering were for you. he’d slip them towards you, insisting that you needed to loosen up on this tuesday night, and you could never say no to free alcohol. he’d given you a fat tip after all.

“i live a few blocks from here. come with. you can wait there when you figure out a way home,” you giggle, pulling on your corduroy button down over your crop top as you head out the door. as you lock up the bar, peter watcheS you with acute attention — he notices the way your eyes are half-lidded after a few shots, the casual slump of your shoulders, the pixie-like cadence of your voice when you talk about something you’re excited about. he thinks you’re adorable.

once you’re able to sit down on the couch in your apartment, peter plops down next to you sloppily. you end up intertwining legs in the most casual way. you don’t even notice, really.

“you’re different than what you used to be, peter parker.”

“how so?” he chuckles.

“scary,” you mumble.

“huh? sorry, i couldn’t hear you,” peter murmurs, grabbing your head from your neck closer to him. you hitch your breath, which lodges itself in his throat when you feel his calloused fingertips. the feeling excites you, has all your neurons firing in your body.

“you’re less nerdy now.”

“i’ve been through a lot,” he purrs into your ear, and no, it’s not like the nerdy peter you once knew at all. it’s the husky voice of someone who knows what he’s doing, someone who’s willing to take what he wants. you hope he does. you hope it’s you.

you take in a breath, looking at the wall in front of you instead of him in an attempt to calm your nerves, but he doesn’t let you. he merely turns your head to plant a kiss on your mouth gently, so delicately as if he’s trying to touch the fluff of a dandelion without all of it floating away. he grins into the kiss when you reciprocate with passion, tongue exploring the inside of his mouth and feeling the taste of mezcal, of lime, of ginger.

when he emerges, his brown eyes are hooded with desire.

“this okay?”

you nod. “you can do whatever you want to me,” you say breathlessly. his cocky smile shows that he’s willing to test that theory.

#asks #spideyspeaches #3k celebration #peter parker x you #peter parker x y/n #peter parker x reader #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker fluff #peter parker smut #blurb

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likesiren · 8 months

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just added some new muses , so like this if you want an one liner from one of them < 3

caden hawthorne . trust fund baby . 27 . heterosexual . drew starkey

isla lovell . podcast host & cam girl . 27 . bisexual . michelle randolph

mina jeong . songwriter . 26 . bisexual . jennie kim

cleo moreno . waitress & aspiring model . 24 . bisexual . cindy kimberly

vanessa palmer . waitress & influencer . 25 . bisexual . claudia walsh

danica khan . waitress & aspiring actress . 25 . bisexual . sohni amhed

saint anderson . bartender & aspiring singer . 26 . heterosexual . ryan manick

damien angelidis . nightclub's second in command . 36 . theo james

lorena vega . nightclub manager . 30 . eva de dominici

addam gaskin . bouncer & drug dealer . 32 . aaron taylor johnson

ekin kaplan . the mastermind . 26 . heterosexual . aslihan malbora

tatum luna . the hacker . 24 . bisexual . sab zada

korina rowe . the driver . 24 . bisexual . pam hughes

mirian “mimi” santos . the muscle . 25 . bisexual . giovana cordeiro

#indie rp #indie smut rp

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sebssunshine · 4 months

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im bored here’s some derry girls headcanons

michelle went to cosmology school instead of uni and worked as a hair dresser for several years.

when she’s in her mid 30s she ends up inheriting a bar from some distance uncle and turns it into a gay bar

she’s the head bartender and owner and they run drag brunch out of it on sundays

claire moved to california after graduating from uni to attend law school

she’s now a corporate lawyer living in berkeley with her long term girlfriend who owns a pottery studio

they met when claire took a class there after someone told her it was good for anxiety

orla floated around for a while after the show ended before eventually settling in edinburgh and helps run a daycare

they found out what being trans was in 2002 and came out as nonbinary

james and erin dated briefly before they went to uni but decided to break up because they weren’t sure they could do long distance

after uni james ends up moving back to london and works at a lighting technician for film and television

when they reboot doctor who in 2009 he’s the head lighting designer and is having the best time

erin moves to new york after uni and works as a writer

she’s published two collections of short stories a play and one novel and is now working on her own tv series

erin and james meet up again in new york in the modern day by accident and they reconnect after several years of not speaking

after several months of long distance between london and new york they take the leap and get back together

#bash badgers on #i’ve been thinking about derry girls a lot lately #yeah sorry to everyone who thought this was an f1 blog #derry girls

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Måneskin and Alessandro Michele, an exclusive and open interview (21.11.2022)

The Italian band and Gucci's Creative Director talk about the many things they have in common. While writer Chiara Tagliaferri listen…

Every time they meet, the first thing Alessandro Michele asks the members of Måneskin is always the same: “Are you tired?” In this small, caring gesture lies all the tenderness that flows between them, these people who follow each other around the world, one of them designing outfits for the bodies of the others which then blaze on stage, setting everything alight.

They have one thing in common: Creation is for them an act of rebellion. If we wanted to go back to the moment where the fuse first triggered the explosion, we would find ourselves in Rome, a city that produces wonder and glimmers of redemption in the midst of its chaos.

Alessandro: I don't want to make it a question of geography, but of energy and trajectories. [Rome] is a sort of no man’s land where dreams intersect with possibilities, creating a place of freedom. In Rome things happen because theyhad to happen—it’s nothing to do with money or business. It’s a city teeming with activity, a she-wolf with multiple teats that comes bearing strange opportunities [referring to Rome’s creation myth and the she-wolf that nursed Romulus and Remus]. We come from a city that was pagan before it became Christian, and I feel pagan. We [Romans] have a relationship with the flow of life that’s very intimate, pornographic. We are set alight in the moment when everything happens. Here, creativity is born and it proliferates in a deeply human dimension.

Damiano: Rome also helps keep your feet on the ground: it doesn't matter where you have to go, it could take half an hour or a couple of hours—the Raccordo Anulare [Rome’s ring road] doesn't give a shit whether you’re in a Ferrari or a Panda. Compared to Rome, you’ll never count for anything; you’re a spectator living in the city. I see this with Giorgia, my girlfriend, who moved from Milan and doesn't understand. I always tell her: “You have to stop trying to control things and abandon your body to the river of Rome, go with the flow.” For the bartender below my apartment, I’m just the lad from the top floor, nice and polite—Damiano from Måneskin doesn't exist. The only rule that applies here is “I like you, or I dislike you”. This is a city that brings things together and irons out differences—everyone exercises the right to make their own judgment.

Victoria: My relationship with Rome has changed over the years, now it’s the city I love most in the world. I like its rawness. It brings you back to reality and since we’re immersed in ever more crazy experiences, that helps us a lot. Los Angeles, London, and New York are stimulating, but coming home allows me to go out into the world without losing myself. When I was a kid, I didn't like it so much: I grew up in Monteverde, which is a very quiet neighborhood, and I remember that when we started playing in the streets, in secondary school, everyone used to make fun of us—we were the weirdos, the ones who dressed like oddballs. If we’d been more fragile this would have stopped us; instead it triggered a sense of revenge in us, which spurred us on even more.

Thomas: I’m in love with [the neighborhood] Trastevere. During the pandemic I rented an Airbnb there, it was like living in a model town: 10,000 inhabitants who all know each other. People have real contact with you.

Måneskin are waxing lyrical about Rome from Mexico City, where they have just held a rather epic concert. Alessandro Michele and I have got hold of them while we’re in this ancient city that sprinkles the dust of the gods on your shoulders. Victoria, Damiano, Ethan, and Thomas tell us about a boat trip with mariachi bands playing and locals cooking onboard to celebrate the Day of the Dead. As I watch them—bodies still heavy with sleep, curled up in the bright morning sun—I think that Liliana Segre [a 92-year-old Italian politician and Holocaust survivor] is right when she says that she loves their music even though, at times, she has to look up the lyrics because “just by looking at them, I forget to follow the words.” Måneskin has this effect: when you look at them, you’re enchanted. Alessandro Michele once said, “Before communicating with words, communicate the body.” Måneskin’s bodies tell the story of sexual freedom, partly thanks to the harmony of intention that, with Michele, they have forged as a group, stitching together a union of powerful textures that Gucci's creative director explains in this way:

Alessandro: I’m a real pyromaniac and when I get my hands on some fuel I go crazy with happiness. I was following them and I thought, “This has to happen,” because we were already having a dialogue without knowing it. When we finally met it was like when you have sex for the first time with the person you like and you say, “It was obvious that we were going to make love in an extraordinary way.” A project like that can only be realized if there’s real harmony: it's an incredible amount of work because they’re doing so much, but I recognize myself in this hyper-production because I hyper-produce too—so together we create what feels like a super-long rosary prayer in which we “recite” dresses, jackets, bustiers, bodices, and combinations that seem impossible. The kind of clothes that I like are those with bodies in them, and with Måneskin there’s a very precise ritual: the clothes become a bonfire, they are set alight, and turn to dust on stage.

Damiano: We were already on the same path, but our meeting made everything easier right from the start. Every time, Alessandro conjures up magic. He enters deep into music and transforms it into that visual impact that helps us perform with our bodies, too.

Thomas: What I like most about working together is seeing so much professionalism combined with a very strong artistic side, which is by no means something I take for granted. We have a lot of fun, too. There’s a lot of laughter during the fittings.

Alessandro: One thing that my way of working has in common with yours is that you set alight something that has already been and gone (fire is clearly the common element of today’s discussion). You’ve taken a genre that was tucked away in a cellar, labelled as old and obsolete, and you’ve brought it back into thenow, making it exist again. You’re a “has been” that has become contemporary, impossible to decipher. How would you describe your relationship with the past?

Damiano: What’s made the difference for us is that yes, we hooked up with something from the past, but we didn’t respect its canon. We just did stuff we like, expressing ourselves exactly as we were. People who call themselves rock purists don’t compete at Sanremo or Eurovision, but we don’t have any issues with that. Being popular isn’t a stain; it doesn't sully you. No one opens a restaurant thinking, “I don't care about filling up the room.” I want to see a line outside the door!

Victoria: When we write our music, we do what comes instinctively to us. Each of us brings our own feelings and inspirations. For instance, I grew up listening to David Bowie, Led Zeppelin, Blondie, and the Sex Pistols. So when we get together in the studio we’re a great mix of different worlds. Sometimes this ends up in a clash and makes the creative process more complicated, but ultimately the result is never a copy of something that already exists. We manage to find a new path—a way that is ours and ours alone.

Thomas: It’s true, we mix up our tastes a lot and since we started out as a band we’ve evolved in the way we play. We've always gone for the rock approach on stage—the electricity we transmit comes naturally to us. Unlike you, Alessandro, I’m pretty nostalgic about the past: I grew up with my father who made me listen to the great rock bands, and so I've been eating up that attitude forever.

Ethan: I’d like to add that in my opinion time doesn't exist, it's a bit of an illusion. Somehow present, past, and future are the same thing—it’s just that we have the perception of moments that pass one after the other, so the past is the present we’ve already lived, and the future is the present that wewill live. It is like when we stand between two mirrors, one in front and one behind: it creates that infinite tunnel in which every movement is reflected in both the front mirror and the back mirror, uniting them. The difference between the past and the future is simply this: the past sees your back, while the future sees your face. You’re in between and you’re a combination of the two—and whatever action you perform happens either because you did something earlier or because of what you will do later.

Alessandro: Building on your mirror metaphor, think about if you turn your back on the future and look at the past, which then reflects what the future could be. I like your idea—the present is an exercise in perception, but maybe we decide the time, and you’ve kind of decided yours. What is your relationship with time?

Victoria: It's a complicated relationship, mine. Basically, you want what you don’t have at any moment. Up until two years ago, when we were on tour I’d miss Rome, my family, and my friends—but when I’d come back, after a week I’d be fried, I’d feel disoriented. For a couple of years now we've been constantly on the road, and it's crazy but also dangerous, because the lack of time risks affecting the artistic side: It can happen that we find ourselves writing a song in five days and it ends up being really foolish—we should take all the time in the world for our music.

Damiano: If I could take a pill to catch up on moments I have missed, I’d take one to be with friends, family, my girlfriend. I’d like to live the kind of conviviality that I haven't allowed myself in the last few years because I've always told myself, “Goals before everything else.” I did it with sport and now I’m doing it with music. Now that I’m older and have a different relationship with my parents and my brother—much more equal—I’d like to enjoy them.

Ethan: I’d climb a mountain, look for a monastery, and find someone who can teach me everything I can’t grasp by myself.

Thomas: The subject of time is one that makes me really suffer. The thing I miss most is having the time to grow as a musician, to bring everything I learn into our group. When a car is going so fast, it’s genuinely difficult to maintain a strong artistic component. That's why, even when I’m exhausted, I take the odd moment to just start playing [my guitar]. I don’t want to fall behind the dreams that I have for myself.

Ethan: The feeling you just described is an obsession of mine, too—I call it “the paradox of the famous artist.” Before they find fame, the artist is a nobody and has all the time in the world to create. When their art becomes famous, so does the artist, but because of their new fame they no longer have time to make the art. It’s an inevitable trap.

Damiano: This is the disease that has afflicted music in recent years. We’ve become used to seeing artists constantly promoting their work. I’m blown away by Harry Styles’s workload, he probably hasn't had a day off in the last four years. Part of me says, “Wow, what willpower,” but I wonder if it's fair to get our audience used to this kind of consumption—you start to forget that we’re human. Overexposure and working too far beyond our physical capabilities is what has destroyed the careers of the best artists of recent generations. When you can no longer live your life because on the one hand you’re overwhelmed by responsibilities and on the other you’re eaten up with fear about disappearing (what happens if I say no to that interview, to the TV appearance, to the tour), you begin to suffocate. I’d like to avoid a second wave of musicians going crazy or dying bloated from medication. There are so many good artists, I’d like to keep them healthy for the next few years!

Alessandro: I was already grown up when I became known to the fashion public. I was almost 42, and I realized that you have to hold onto who you are and where you’re going: You have to love yourself a lot and you have to love what you do just as much. You also have to learn to say no a lot. We’re human beings who like to create worlds: You imagine sounds that don’t exist and put them together, I see things that others don't see. It’s a great gift to be able to share with others what we hear and the stories we want to tell. The things I do must feel right to me: as long as there’s a small part of you in the music you make, that sincerity will pay off. In my spare time, for example, I am practicing idleness. I’m still learning because the need to constantly invent things is ingrained in me. I’m experimenting in a non-philosophical but practical way—what happens if I find the space to say, “Let’s see if I can resist without doing anything”? In my life I’ve developed a Calvinist sense of guilt when it comes to not doing stuff, but idleness is creative. It’s a practice that helps develop the senses.

Compared to Alessandro Michele and the members of Måneskin, I’m a travel newbie: I write books and take planes and trains to accompany them around the world, but there’s no comparison to these guys’ rhythms and lives. And yet, going from place to place, sleeping in hotels is always a bit alienating for me, it makes me feel uncomfortable. So I often cling to smells: When I smell something that reminds me of home, I feel less lonely. And I’ve found that the same goes for Ethan.

Ethan: Smells are very interesting, often we don't realize but they’re portals to another time. For example, the other day I smelled a scent that I’d forgotten, and it physically took me back to a place I hadn't thought about for a long time. I’d lived in a camper van for a year, I didn't have much money at that time and my kitchen had a really specific smell. When I smelled it again, I thought fondly, “I’d forgotten that!”

Damiano: No smells for me, but lots of cat hair. My clothes are always covered in cat hair, every time I open my suitcase I remember the cats, so they’re the ones who are my temporal gateways: they bring me home. By the way, cats are professionals at practicing idleness.

Alessandro: It's true, animals are great masters of idleness. They live this cosmic wholeness that is beautiful. The now is a vast expanse for them while we are restless, worrying about a future ready to punish us for our choices.

Thomas: I’ve given up with pets. When I was 11 years old, I got my beloved piranha. I loved him so much, he was with me for 10 glorious years, but then he died. I didn’t want to replace him with anything else, and every now and then I pay him a visit. I buried him in the courtyard of my [apartment] building, that way I always have him close by.

Alessandro: You’re like Peggy Guggenheim who wanted all her little dogs buried beside her. My partner and I have a ritual: Every time we go to Venice we go to them, we stop in front of the tombstone, and we read the names that by now I know by heart: Cappucino, Hong Kong, Gypsy, Baby. The relationship we have with these creatures is mysterious, almost shamanic. We look to them to address a need in ourselves. We like them because they allow us to rediscover an affectionate, intimate conversation that has been lost. But I have another question. You’ll have been asked it many times but I’d like to understand your relationship with Victoria—from the outside it seems that there’s a real empathy between you.

Damiano: It's like with those huge families, with lots of brothers and sisters. After a while you forget your sister’s a woman!

Thomas: We spend so much time together that that thing is no longer there, that barrier that you usually feel between the sexes.

Damiano: Exactly, there's not the awkwardness of wanting to impress or the fear of looking like you're trying. By now we all know that none of us will ever hit on Vic, and Vic will never hit on us. We’re friends. She wants to get naked? Let her get naked! We all do what we want. After seven years we’re the same.

Victoria: In our family I don't feel any kind of difference. I’m very free, and in general gender cannot and should never be a discriminating factor, but I think I’m lucky: I’ve never been treated differently because I’m female. That’s not always the case: There are many environments where the gender gap creates unacceptable inequality in the way you’re treated, you constantly feel sexualized, inspected, and treated like an object.

Ethan: I’d like to add that being born with a vagina or a penis does not make you a woman or a man. What interests me is the soul of a person, and that’s neither male nor female – it’s simply an energy. I listen to them talk and think of Rupert Brooke's poetry: “I shall desire and I shall find / The best of my desires.” They do not hesitate, getting lost in possibilities, they have a thirst that spurs them on while I’m always sure I’ll lose everything. I go to sleep even as the world sparkles. And then Thomas will tell you about the evening he spent at Madonna’s house…

Thomas: Vic goes out every night. I want to as well, but it's hard to keep up with her. A few days ago I met an Italian guy who lives in New York and he invited me to a party. So I went along while, for once, Vic went back to the hotel. I think it was the first time in two years that she did that. And what happened was that eventually I found myself sitting next to Madonna. I called her and said, “Vic, I'm at Madonna's house!” She was really annoyed.

Victoria: It was terrible! Even when I’m completely spent, I always go out because I'm afraid of missing things, and actually I was right. The one time I chose to sleep, I missed a party at Madonna's house. That's proof that I have to go out more!

Alessandro: Do you have any day-to-day tasks that one of you always does? Is there something that one of you is particularly good at? For example, I’m the medicine guy at home. I know where everything is so my partner asks me if he ever needs anything. He could find and take it himself, but it's an act of caring that I like to perform for him.

Damiano: I can count on Thomas because he’s curious, he likes to get us into situations even ones he wouldn’t go near if he were alone. For example, he took me to some NBA games even though he’s not a basketball fan. Vic is the most organized in terms of schedule. She reminds us of our appointments, but then always arrives 15 minutes late herself! Ethan is the perfect spokesperson: He has platonic gifts and we can talk together for hours and hours.

Thomas and Victoria: Damiano is very pragmatic, no flights of fancy and he gets straight to the point—he’s a rock.

Alessandro: We could go on with this chat forever. I like you guys so much because you have a precious gift: You’re in touch with life. Maybe for you it’s an unconscious reflex, but when I meet you I feel an electric shock. You have a beautiful awareness, and that’s something that it’s crucial to take care of.

📸 HUGO COMTE

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What's Past is not Prologue.

Crossing Lines: Sebastian Berger, Carlton Hickman

WordCount: 1906

T(W): Past Trauma, Alcohol, Toxins (Any missed let me know)

Request: No

A/N: Potentially a long-shot. The German puppy does not get enough love, and the American disaster needs something positive. Taglist open.

When you looked up, the last person you were expecting to see was the elder man, Detective Carlton Hickman, he hovered in front of you and gestured towards the empty chair across from you. You nodded and looked to him, turning so you were fully facing him and placed your elbows on the table. “Didn’t expect to see you again. Did you get him?” You could barely look Hickman in the eyes and turned your attention to the drink you had been nursing. Hickman gestured to the bartender for a drink for himself and offered you a refill which you declined.

“Not yet, kid, but I’m close” Hickman gave you his full attention after ensuring the bartender had the order. You bit your lip and looked down nodding numbly. “I promise you kid, I’m not giving up on this.” You looked up as Hickman’s drink arrived.

“How’s the hand?” You asked as you pointed toward the gloved hand while putting your glass to your lips, “and why are you here if it isn’t to have me as a court witness?” Hickman took a sip of his drink, thinking hard about how to phrase his next query carefully.

“Good and bad days, off the morphine now,” he laughed slightly at that to try and ease the tension. You gave him a smile. “No, no court cases for you to translate or be witness to today, but I may have a job offer. If you’re interested, that is.” You looked at him curiously.

“What’s the offer?”

You walked into the basement of the Hague’s International Criminal Court (ICC) behind Hickman, a rucksack on your back, headphones in, Hickman pointed to an empty chair in front of a computer, and you began to put your bag down. The brunette short haired male had watched you enter from the elevator and had grabbed the attention of the redhead he was in the kitchen with. Hickman tapped your shoulder and led you toward an office in the back, you followed removing your headphones as you went. You were introduced to Major Louis Daniel and the brunette and redhead in the kitchen had been joined by another 2 people.

The Major shook your hand and asked you to take a seat. You and Hickman both sat down, and Major Daniel explained why he had sent Hickman to recruit you to the team, your ability to speak multiple languages was viewed as an asset to the team. You listened to both Hickman and Louis before reaching a decision. You were then introduced to the man that had gotten the team together in the first place, Inspector Michel Dorn. You spoke with Dorn for a few minutes, and he asked if you would accept the position, when you said that you were willing to accept on a trial basis (you were never one for staying with one agency too long) he smiled at you and handed you a badge.

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When you left the office to join the main room you stopped in your tracks when you were faced by a gang of 4 individuals staring at you from different points in the room. “Something I can help y’all with? A picture, perhaps?” You took the seat Hickman had gestured for you to take when you first entered and sat back in the chair in a way that everyone was within sight, even your peripherals. The brunette was the first to speak.

“And, just who are you supposed to be?” His Irish accent strong as he crossed his arms and stared you down, you mimicked his actions and opened your mouth to respond when Hickman’s voice interrupted, “ah, good, you guys have met, Team meet, Detective Y/L/N – liaison with FBI’s Red Cell Behavioural Analysis Unit. Detective, meet the team, the huffy looking one is Detective Tommy McConnel – Northern Irish Police, the one next to him is Sergeant Eva Vittoria – Italian sector of Europol, Detective Sebastian Berger is from Berlin Police and finally Detective Anne-Marie San from the French National Police.” Hickman had pointed at the last two, you nodded and looked to each.

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You and Sebastian had ended up sticking to the computer lab, it felt bigger, brighter and more comforting for you than the dullness of the main area. You tended to try to keep up with current events in the news and try to refine the search algorithms for patterns in European criminal databases that may be of interest to your team. Sebastian was obsessing over his Scan-Gen files, particularly trying to extend the reach of the scanners capabilities.

You had all been called out for a poisoning of a socialite. You were about to breach an abandoned building that you had discovered your unsubs were using to hold until their next job. The team caught two perps and had them separated, one with a gunshot wound in his leg. Neither were particularly talkative. Hickman had taken a call from Louis and you followed stopping halfway between where Hickman stopped and where Tommy was still with the perp. You overheard something about a Russian and used that to return to Tommy. When Hickman mentioned ‘The Russian’, you decided to use your talents and put on a very convincing Russian accent, “Tell us comrade, who do you think sent us?” Tommy recovered quickly and hinted that the female they were working with was out of control. The guy you had mentioned a gala.

“You know? I really hate dresses.” You fidgeted awkwardly with the bottom of your dress, ensuring you were adequately covered. Eva looked comfortable and was adjusting her com, you vaguely caught Sebastian giving you a passing compliment in hopes of easing your concern over the dress and you awkwardly exited the van while Eva appeared to do it flawlessly. You both wandered the venue as caterers, keeping your eyes on the host and those who interacted with her, as well as keeping an ear out for the plutonium detector going off. You both had negative results and your feet were starting to ache in the ridiculous heels you were to wear for this op. Eva asked the guys to turn off her comms to allow her to go to the loo. You kept watch on the party and fidgeted with the bottom of your dress again. You heard Eva’s counter go off and manoeuvred to cover the loo exit while kicking off your heels to make walking easier. It wasn’t long before the lads had entered, and you all had the suspect surrounded. You were all in shock when she ingested the toxin herself and then fell in Eva’s arms. You were all being seen by hazmat and poison control officers, you and Eva had blankets wrapped around your shoulders due to the lack of clothing and Sebastian surrendered his jacket to you. You cautiously accepted while Tommy offered his to Eva.

You had all returned to the office, you still had Sebastians jacket on and were carrying your heels in one hand. Once you had gotten back you went to the loo to change back into some warmer clothes. When you came out most of the team had left already, Sebastian had retreated to the computer lab and Eva was writing up her report. You checked in to see if Eva needed anything from you before you headed out, opting to do paperwork in the morning, she declined and smiled at you, wishing you a good night. You dropped into Sebastian next to see if he needed anything before you headed out, he smiled at you and you faltered, “well, I would like to see my jacket back before you leave.” You blushed and apologised heading back to your desk to grab his jacket and returning with it a minute later. Sebastian just laughed and mentioned that he was glad it helped fight the cold for you. You thanked him again and left his jacket on the table in the centre of the room, after confirming that there was nothing else you could do for him, you bid him goodnight and left.

It wasn’t until you had returned home that you realised your phone was missing. You spent over an hour hunting for it in your apartment and your bag from work. You sighed defeated and accepting that you had lost the thing, you set an alarm on the digital clock you had and told yourself that you would try and source a new one in the morning.

When you awoke the next day to the sound of your alarm you instinctively looked for your phone, then remembered that you had misplaced it the previous day. You went through your usual morning routine and went to the spot you and Eva had arranged to meet for a carpool to work. When Eva arrived, you got in the front seat, and she began to ask you about why you hadn’t responded to her messages that morning. Once you explained she agreed to help you search the office in case you had left your phone there.

Once you arrived in the office, you asked the desk if the cleaners had found your phone and handed it in, they said that no one had found your phone. You and Eva shrugged and headed down to the office to do another search. You were both surprised to find Sebastian already there and in his computer lab. Eva began to sweep the main office while you checked the computer room. You found Sebastian leaning over his laptop working on something, you began to look over the desks and inside drawers. It took Sebastian a couple of minutes to realise you were there and when he looked up and saw you searching the room. He watched you amused for a minute or two before clearing his throat. You jumped slightly at the sudden noise and placed your hair out of your face. He smiled at you and held up his hand, it took you a couple of seconds to realise he was holding a black square in it. “Looking for this, Detective?” You could see the amusement in the German’s eyes as he spoke and waved the hand back and forth. You breathed a sigh of relief, “Sebastian, I could kiss you right now! Where did you find it? I’ve been looking everywhere for that.” You moved towards him hand outreached for your phone when he moved it slightly out of reach, a glint of mischief building in his eyes. You stopped moving towards him, your arm faltering, and put your weight on your back foot. This seemed to make Sebastian falter from his plan, and he placed your phone on the table for you to pick up, “I found it in my jacket pocket as I was leaving last night.” He turned his attention back to his laptop, but his curiosity about you was fully piqued now, you could hear him typing on his laptop as you walked out of the room.

You walked back into the main office space waving your phone for Eva to see, she smiled at you, “Ah good, you found it. Where was it?” She walked toward you. You gestured toward the computer lab, “apparently I left it in Sebastian’s jacket after the case yesterday,” you shrugged and sat at your computer plugging your phone in to charge, and began writing up your case notes for your report.

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