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en-lista · 1 year

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synposis. mysteries are fun.. when you’re not the one trying to solve them.

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cw & note. none & finally something not comfort- not that it’s a bad genre, i just wanted to take you, roses, on a trip to the past

they were talking about her.

calista knows because the boys are not skilled in the art of whispering. nor are they doing a good job at spacing out the glances they frequently cast at her. at some point, one of them looked like they were about to approach her, only to back out.

nevertheless, she continues cooling down after her usual morning practice. she runs through her stretches a couple more times before taking a seat by the farthest wall. her bag's already settled down there, so she takes her phone out and texts her best friend.

immersed in the conversation, she doesn't notice the approaching figure until he taps her shoulder. she looks up from her screen and smiles politely. “did you need something?”

the male trainee nods and explains, “yes, my members and i were wondering if we could practice here. all the other rooms are occupied so we were hoping it'd be okay with you..”

while he’s speaking, calista observes him. blonde hair, almond shaped eyes, great fashion taste—he must be jay. she can’t deny it, he looks just as cool as he did on the survival show.

“go ahead, i'm leaving soon anyways so don't worry about me.” she smiles politely and watches him bow in thanks before heading back to the others.

now that they've been given the green light, they all look less on edge. but there's still some nerves making its rounds in the group due to the girl's presence. she looks so professional, so in her element when she was practicing earlier, what if they fumble and make a fool out of themselves?

“let's just pretend like she's not there and get through this practice.” jungwon, ever the level-headed member, advises everyone.

with that, the seven of them get into position and wait for the music to play. it's not difficult to get lost in the music, to forget about the stranger sharing the room with them. but some of them stumble at least once or twice because they forget to leave a space.

it still hasn't been fully explained to them why they need to do such a thing. all they know is that this isn't the final formation, so they mustn't get too comfortable in their positions.

moving into their ending poses, the music fades into the background. the sound of heavy breathing is prominent.. that is, until applause overtakes it.

surprised, all of them look at the girl.

at some point, she moved to stand by the door, bag heaved over her shoulder. she puts her hands down and tells them, “that was amazing. then again, you guys have constantly proven to everyone that you deserve to debut, so i'm not very surprised.”

now they're even more flustered from her praise. just who is this girl and why does she sound like she's been following them ever since the beginning of i-land? the seven males bow, their words meshing together to sound like thank you.

calista glances at her watch and groans. “shoot, my friend's probably waiting for me outside. i have to get going.”

“no worries, thanks for your feedback.” jay's the one to speak up again, seeing as how the others are still awestruck by her.

“bye guys, i look forward to working with you soon.” she sends them a smile before slipping out the door.

a few minutes pass over before heeseung wonders aloud, “working with us soon? what does that mean?”

the group share a look, none of them initially able to provide a reasonable explanation. that is, until jungwon proposes, “could she be the reason our formation has yet to be confirmed?”

“you mean, she might be debuting with us?” ni-ki stares at the older boy, confused.

“given the fact that ateez sunbaenim and stray kids sunbaenim have done it, it's not impossible.”

the others can't deny that. still, would belift actually put a girl in a male dominated group? well, given the skills she showed earlier, she looks like she'd be able to handle it.

..and they've fallen back onto square one.

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parcequecestnotreprojeeeet · 1 year

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Hi, it’s me, Fanfic Anon #2. This is a short piece inspired by everyone’s thoughts on Brigitte’s dress for the upcoming State Dinner. To avoid being wrong, this piece doesn’t settle on a colour prediction. Enjoy!

He saw her smiling to herself as she sent of a quick text before serving their dinner, and he felt a little prick of jealousy - why was she smiling, who was making his wife smile like that? "Chérie?" He asked, a little peeved.

"Yes?" She replied a little distracted, only serving to further his inner turmoil.

"Who was that you were texting? Who made you smile like that? Was it Didier?"

"Oh, good grief, Emmanuel! Not this again! It was my stylist. He sent me the final sketch for my British State Dinner gown. I was smiling because the dress is beautiful, and I’m very happy with the final product. As you will be too, you idiot."

"Oh," he replied, embarrassed, once again his irrational brain getting ahead of him. He paused for a minute, "can I see it?"

"No!" She laughed, setting his plate down in front of him to soften the blow.

"Why not?" He asked looking up at her with a slight pout and puppy dog eyes.

"Because I want you to be surprised, chéri. I like seeing how you react when you first see me all dolled up. You make me feel beautiful."

"You are beautiful, Brigitte. The most beautiful woman I’ve ever met. With or without clothes on."

"Flattery isn’t going to work. Although, you can definitely pick the flirting back up later tonight," she winked at him.

"Can I try and guess about it?"

"Sure, why not," she allowed, tucking into her dish.

"Is it white?" He guessed her favourite color.

"I wonder why that was your first thought," she smiled at him.

"Well is it?"

"I can neither confirm nor deny your suspicions."

"Party pooper."

"I said you could guess. I never said I would tell you anything."

"Can I make a request?"

"I did say final sketch, but I’m curious, so I’ll allow it."

"Can you make it short? I want to see your gorgeous legs."

She laughed at that. "I don’t think we’ve gone with a cocktail dress code so, no. But I will tell you there’s a slit."

He groaned at that mental image.

"I told you that you would like it," she smirked, slipping her foot out of her shoe and dragging it along the inside of his calf to tease him.

His Adam’s Apple bobbed as he swallowed thickly, trying to gain control over the way his body was reacting to his wife’s game of footsie. "If you want to finish dinner, I’m going to need you to stop that."

"I’m okay to skip to dessert if you are."

“You don’t need to tell me twice,” he growled, lunging across the table towards her and wrapping her in his arms, enjoying her squeal in delight as he softly dropped her on their bed before he began to coax very different delighted noises out of her for the rest of the night.

Hellooo fanfic Anon #2! ❤️

Not Didier again 😂

Hahaha but I liked the combination of several comments we made here, especially Emmanuel himself waiting the dress to be short, the little sneaky 🤭😏

Oh la la, Brigitte’s game of footsie on Emmanuel... 😏🔥 Yes, who even needs dessert anyways 🤭😂

Thank you so much, fanfic Anon #2! ❤️❤️❤️

#fanfic #fanfic anon 2

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vonartsy · 6 months

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Poisonous Flowers [1001] - Ch 3

Chapter three.

First chapter. Previous chapter. Next chapter.

“You caught it?”

“Yes, sir,” said Erikson. His fingers fidgeted anxiously behind his back.

“Well done...” I-12 half-heartedly praised, then leaning back in his chair. “Now we both know reports are usually Brit’s job. Where is he?”

Erikson took a deep breath. “He went missing, sir. We believe he’s been taken by an anomaly.”

“And are you going to find him, or simply wait, Erikson?”

“We were planning on looking for him in between missions. Is that alright?”

I-12 sat in thought for a few moments, running all the possibilities through his head before he came to a conclusion (though it would be one that Bravo wouldn’t be too happy about). “Better for you to cancel those plans.”

Erikson’s breath caught in his throat. “Excuse me, sir, but we need him as part of the team. It isn’t like we would be leaving work for it. Could you please rethink i—”

“Permission denied,” he stated, more as a matter of fact this time, making sure Erikson understood his response. “He’ll turn up.”

“And if he doesn’t?”

“If he doesn’t, then, well... Get used to your team having four.”

Erikson opened his mouth to speak his mind, but I-12 spoke first.

“Do. You. Understand?” He kept his gaze on the employee.

“... Crystal clear, sir.” Erikson felt his chest getting tight and his hands tensing.

I-12 sighed, although it was unclear if it was a sigh of relief or annoyance. “Good. Dismissed.” He waved Erikson off.

I-12 allowed himself to rest a few seconds more, groaning as he sank back into the chair.

Then he got a notification. One he really never wanted to hear nor see; especially not now.

“Bravo?” I-12 asked over a communication feed that sat directly in his system.

“Uh... sir? What is it?” Phillips responded. She’d just gotten back to her dorm on the other side of the lab and was currently lying down on her bed without a care. Well until now of course. It felt like her heart either stopped when she received the call from I-12 or accelerated to an alarming amount of beats per minute. One of them anyway.

“The anomaly Bravo Team captured is gone. Within a matter of only twenty minutes on arrival no less.”

“W—wait, really?”

“Would I lie?” he said with a certain amount of snarkiness to it. I would... It’s not like that’s too out of the question...

“So... we—er—we hafta’ go back out to find that anomaly? ... Again?” Phillips asked as she twirled her finger around a drawstring for her uniform’s hood.

“Correct,” I-12 confirmed. “Better get on that then, shouldn’t you?”

“Yeah, I... I guess I should go tell everyone. Uhm... Just a quick question, sir, if you don’t mind?”

“I do mind, actually.”

The call promptly ended.

“meet at the van. I 12 said we gotta get that plant anommaly,” Phillips texted in the group chat (with a couple of typos) before slipping her phone in her pocket and leaving the room, now making her way to the others. Hope we can get the anomaly and make sure it stays this time... the woman thought. And also... also find Brit... Dipaulo’ll be sad and lonely without him and I... Well, he already is all sad and... Her mind kept running while she walked on autopilot to the parking garage. When Phillips had gotten there, Erikson was already in the driver’s seat waiting, and Vance only a few paces behind her. They both got in the back seats, and only then did the two realise Dipaulo wasn’t there.

“Where’s Dipaulo? He, uh... He should be here by now...” Phillips looked around.

“He went to look for Brit, surprise surprise,” said Erikson sarcastically. The van had already been started, so the moment Vance and Phillips had buckled their seatbelts, Erikson backed out of the space and sped down from the parking garage. It was a good thing there were never any verifiable police officers in the lab otherwise Erikson would’ve lost his licence way more than just once and the other two in the vehicle would lose any sliver of hope they’d have left for getting their own licences.

“That’s just fantastic,” Vance commented with the same amount of sarcasm. “I know he cares about Brit, but we still got a job to do.”

“If we find Brit—” said Phillips, only to be cut off by Erikson.

“When we find Brit,” he corrected.

“Oh, of course… Okay then; when we find Brit, d’ya we should get him to talk to Dipaulo about staying on-track about this job?” she asked.

“That would probably be best,” said Erikson. The car took a sharp turn that bumped the side of Vance’s head into the window, but no one said anything. He probably shouldn’t have been speeding this fast considering the rain both made the road wet and was restricting his sight... “It’s not like this is the first time Dipaulo’s gone off on his own for his own reasons either. It damages how much our group can do with even just one of us gone. We’re down our leader, and now because of him, a scout as well.” He sounded disappointed at how irresponsible Dipaulo had been acting.

The van grew silent after that. There wasn’t much to say at the moment. Actually, maybe a ‘You okay?’ or something like that to Vance who was currently holding his bruised head, but sadly, he’d find that no one would say anything.

The van arrived at the same location that it had not that long ago, even sitting in the same parking space. They all got out of the van without further ado, going through the same process they always had, only without Brit and Dipaulo this time.

“Right, so, we’re going to head to the same place Brit and Dipaulo were at and search around there. The anomaly is our priority, but… let’s find the two if we can, yeah?” Erikson took a deep breath and motioned for the rest to follow him, and so they did.

The trio tentatively searched the alleyways and streets for the anomaly and teammates, although they didn’t find anything. The sky faded darker and the sun began to hide behind the horizon line, but still, they kept searching. The rain continued to storm throughout the city, but still, they kept searching. Their mission wasn’t done yet after all, and they still had plenty of energy left to keep looking for at least a couple more hours.

Phillips’ eyes were drawn to the night sky for a few brief moments, though nothing of interest happened, so she turned back down and kept making her way through alley after alley and street after street. Not a single star could be seen through the dark clouds. Just a passing thought, I guess… Phillips sighed. With the click of a button, she turned on her radio and started speaking. “Vance?”

“Yeah?”

“Are we, uhm… we’re sure that Brit and Dipull—Dipaulo… that they, uh…” Phillips tried to speak, but for some reason, the words found trouble leaving her mouth. She took a deep breath. Once. Twice. The smell of rain made itself very clear, its abundance almost overwhelming. Despite that, it still managed to be calming. Phillips looked up once more, and could have sworn there was something up there, watching and waiting—if only momentarily. It felt quiet. It felt still.

“... Phillips?…” Vance sounded worried from her abrupt pause.

Phillips looked around the alley where only she stood alone. Brick and concrete walls made a narrow path, water pouring down the gutters to tend to the foliage that climbed up the walls and that lay below her feet. One bunch of weeds in particular decided to coil around one of Phillips’ legs—not of its own volition though. Phillips was in trouble.

“Phillips, are you there?” He was starting to sound more urgent.

Phillips felt herself get pulled to the ground by the plant. By the time she’d realised the severity of what was happening, it was too late to help herself. The anomaly had found her.

Vance heard the thud of her body hitting the concrete on the other end of the radio before her mic clicked to an off. "Cheri!" Hurriedly, Vance opened up a channel with Erikson. If things kept going this way, there wouldn’t be a Bravo Team anymore. “Erikson—Phillips got taken by the anomaly!” he nearly screamed into his radio.

An uncomfortable silence followed.

“Erikson?”

No response.

Don’t tell me I’m the only— His thoughts were interrupted by a sudden tug on his hand.

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k-s-morgan · 2 years

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Oh I have to disagree! Hear me out… I don’t really think that Tom is a psychopath, at least not entirely. 1/6

Jo said in an interview that if merope had survived and raised him, he would’ve been normal. Neither the gunts genes nor the love potion had any effect on him. At all. It’s just a misconception in the HP fandom. Jo said that The love potion was just a symbolic way of showing that he came out of a loveless union. And that he would’ve been completely fine if his mother raised him. His loveless upbringing in the orphanage is what stunted his emotional growth and twisted him. 2/6

There’s actually this interesting bit about Children in orphanages written by Jo herself: “Another day, another children’s institution and I was shown into a room full of totally silent babies. They had learned that crying brought no comfort and their lack of interest in eye contact was eerie. The photographer wanted me to smile; I wanted to cry.” 3/6

“He hardly ever cried.” Is how miss Cole describes Tom as a baby. ring any bells? 4/6

Just think about it. It’s his forever wound. his downfall is a mother’s love, starting from Lily to end with narcissa. That’s why his relationship with Nagini is so fascinating to me, Merope can speak to snakes, Nagini can turn into one. Miss Cole wonders if Merope came from a Circus. while Nagini actually works there. 5/6

Both were abandoned by their love interest..Nagini by Creedence, and Merope by riddle senior. Not to mention that both of them were the same age when Tom was born. Nagini helps rebirth Voldemort in goblet of fire, Pettigrew literally had to “milk” her venom for the ritual. Need I say more? 6/6

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Thank you for sharing your take! I loved some of your ideas, though I have to disagree back on some. What the creators say about their work can be illuminating, but it's always an addition to canon. In canon (and by canon I mean 7 books, though some might disagree), there is nothing definite about Tom's condition. So it's not a misconception to say he's a psychopath and to believe the continued Amortentia use might have contributed to his inability to love - it's one of possible interpretations. There is nothing in the text to outright confirm or deny it.

Tom meets almost all criteria to be classified as a psychopath: ego-centric, lacking empathy, capable only of shallow emotional connections; charming, with low frustration tolerance, impulsive, pathological liar, prone to violence. If Merope had raised him, he could have indeed been different, although I can see several ways of development. From how we see her in canon, she doesn’t seem likely to be able to provide Tom with a healthy environment, but some people transform drastically when they give birth to a child, so maybe this could have happened to her. Having a healthy influence, love, and attention since childhood could stir Tom in the right direction. Many psychopaths lead satisfying lives and never hurt anybody. In canon, though, Tom's circumstances played a big role as well, I agree with you here.

What you said about children not crying in orphanages + what Mrs. Cole said to describe Tom seem to contradict each other to me.

Mrs. Cole: He was a funny baby too. He hardly ever cried.

Mrs. Cole makes an accent on it, implying that Tom differed from other children and that he was the only one to show this kind of behavior, even though they were all raised in a similar way.

Basically, there can be different interpretations about what Tom is, how he came to be the way he is and what could have been done to make him different. I explained mine, you explained yours - there can't be a right or wrong view here because canon is ambiguous in this regard. I do love the parallel you mentioned with mother’s love being Tom’s downfall, this creates a sense of beautiful and tragic poetry.

#tom riddle #harry potter

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obito76 · 2 years

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Memories

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Previous chapter

Chapter 3 : Lost Memories.

Raven had just gotten home and curled into the sofa with a blanket. She felt angry about the day, angry about Jenny’s constant attempts at trying to persuade her to continue to talk to Gar when he obviously doesn’t want to talk to her. Annoyed at Gar for being a dick. Annoyed at herself for being a little cold when meeting him earlier. Irritated at life in general.

She decided to write a new page in her diary, upon finishing her first sentence, she thought.

“Why am I writing about this? There are so many more important things going on right now, instead of a stupid boy.”

She closed the book and was about to put it on the table when she accidentally dropped it. She sighed seeing the book on the floor and lowered herself to pick it up, she was surprised at the page the diary had opened up on upon landing. She began reading memories of rough time she faced. Maybe that would give her some guidance.

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“Why are you acting like this?” Gar asked, standing at the center of Raven’s room, looking over her bed as Raven sat down.

“Like what? Tired?” Raven retorted, lying down on the bed.

“No, not tired. Distant.” He explains, walking towards her. He didn’t receive an answer.

“What’s going on with you?” He asked with obvious concern.

“What makes you think I’m being distant.” Raven said lowly, not looking at him, and proceeds to drag the covers over herself.

Gar simply extended his hands and swung them, gesturing sarcastically towards Raven and the bed as the boy was standing over her. “You avoid me at every chance you get, you don’t answer my texts, you don’t seem very happy when you see me.”

Raven stayed silent, she neither denied nor confirmed his claims. She was still not looking at him but she clutched the blanket as she heard how upset he seemed.

“Are you angry with me?” He asked, as serious as ever. She thinks she heard slight guilt in his voice.

“Why would I be angry with you?” Raven answered in a whisper, then proceeding to take a deep breath.

Gar stood still, thinking of reasons. There’s only one that comes to mind. He’s not sure if he wants to voice his suspicions in case it leads to a huge fight. He sits down on the bed next to her and puts his head in his hands.

“Are you...” He almost managed to say it, he gently moves to look at her, he needs to see her reaction but she’s still not looking at him.

“Are you angry with me because of those girls?” His voice was hoarse and low, her reaction or lack thereof gave him all the information he needed to know. It wasn’t long before he walked out the door, not saying a single word. He needed to process this.

Raven was still laying in bed, a few silent breaths taken. The only word ringing in her head was ‘Idiot.’

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Raven closed the diary and angrily threw it on the opposite end of the couch, she didn’t want to read anymore. Reminder about the breakup of a short lived romance that they thought would last the rest of their lives hurt more than she thought it would. She scoffed as she hastily walked inside her bedroom and went to sleep.

Gar woke up Monday morning out of breath, he’d just had a bad dream but can’t remember what it was about. He was sweaty and his heart was beating heavily. He decided to go take a shower. He opened the bathroom door and was stunned to see Jenny in there, in her underwear. He yelled a loud yelp and closed the door after apologizing.

“Gar?” Jenny asked through the door.

“What the hell are you doing here ?” He answered, reeking of embarrassment.

“What ? Can't I take a leak ?” Jenny asked.

“What?” Gar asked, surprised, “...maybe i should have thought before giving you my keys.”

“Oh common, don't tell me you are not happy after seeing me in underwear ?” he could practically sense the smirk on her face. He was about to say something when she continued.

“We haven’t talked much lately but you seem... You seem a little sad.” He could tell she was genuinely worried.

“I’m... fine.” He tried to sound reassuring but it came out flat.

“If you want to talk, I’m here. Or like, I’ll be here in five minutes.” She laughed.

“Take your time.” Gar said, walking back into his room.

Luckily, the encounter didn’t end up being as awkward as it could’ve been. Jenny has always been very straightforward and he’s thankful for that. Still, he wished she could leave him alone, that’s one thing he really looks forward to come fall.

After Jenny was finished in the bathroom, Gar went and took that shower. Once in there, drowning in hot water. Memories of another time came rushing to the surface. Memories of when he and Raven first got together and she shyly asked if they could take a shower, together. He was surprised at first but couldn’t say no to her, he didn’t regret it one bit. He’s snapped out of his thoughts when he hears a loud banging on the door. He squeals a little in surprise.

“Gar ! Don't tell me you are beating your meat now after watching me in underwear.”

“Don't me ridiculous” He yells back, thinking it’s probably time he finished.

Breakfast at the Logan house went relatively the same as it always had, just with more people.

Gar looked at his pancakes, having not eaten much of it. Just pushing the food around the plate with his fork. Jenny noticed.

“If there is something wrong you can talk to me Gar” Jenny took a bite of her pancake, giving Gar a concerned side view.

“I’m fine, don’t worry about me.” He said, standing up and taking his jacket with him. “Lets head out.”

“Want me to drive you?” Jenny asks quickly.

“If you promise not to crash.” He answers with an appreciative tone, then at the speed of light, he was out the door. He’s outside but hasn’t taken a step, he takes a deep breath. Mentally preparing himself for the day. The first day of the final week at Moordale.

He’s scared and nervous, but also excited and happy. There’s just a few minor things that bug him, and well, he can’t think about those things too much even though everyone wants him too. Because when he does, its like everyone says, he becomes distant and sad. That’s what Vic and Jenny fail to understand. He wants to push memories of the past far away, and even though it’s been a year, the pain still lingers and he’s sick of it. Upon slight reflection, he thinks that’s the biggest reason he’s excited to move to London and out of this city. To leave those feelings behind and start anew.

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Gar exited his room, he was extremely happy. He and Raven had just gotten together and life was beautiful. He saw Raven approaching out the corner of his eye. He turned around gave her a loving smile, looking like a love sick moron. Raven reciprocated and gave him a shy smile, a small blush on her cheeks. She walked up to him and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

“Hey.” She said, as if out of breath. Maybe she was nervous?

“Hey... Darling.” Gar phrased it as a question, wondering if that was a good nickname for Raven.

“No, just no.” Raven spoke, a disgusted grimace on her face. Gar laughed shyly and scratched the back of his head.

“Sweetheart?” He teased, his smile getting more and more prominent.

“No way.” Raven shook her head violently.

“Pumpkin?” Gar smirked, his laugh almost bursting out.

“Fuck off.” Raven gave him the middle finger, trying to act all cool and conceal her smile.

“Okay, what about this?” Gar got into a silly pose, holding his cheek with his thumb and index finger. “Lovebird.” He said, laughter laced throughout the word.

At that point, Raven couldn’t keep it together and burst out laughing, as did Gar. After laughing for a bit and regaining their composure. Raven calmly stepped closer to Gar and gave him a hug.

“I love you.” She whispered in his ear. It was the first time he heard her say it, even though he had said it many times before. It was a spontaneous decision of her, he thought. But a welcome one.

“I love you too, Raven.” He whispered back. And with that, they shared a gentle, loving kiss.

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Gar and Jenny pulled in at the usual place in front of the university, Jenny took her leave immediately, mumbling something about Subject files. Gar sighed and walked towards the entrance. Suddenly noticing Raven coming out of the left field. He did his best to walk faster, but not so fast as to seem suspicious. Hoping to avoid her. However, he was mistaken if she’d let him get away, not this time, not today.

Raven, walking a few yards behind Gar, quickened her pace in hopes of catching up. She was taken aback when he suddenly stopped and she almost bumped into him. She moved out of the way and saw who he was speaking to. A jealous rush of rage overwhelmed her and she quickly walked away towards her locker. She’ll talk to Gar later, she thought. Maybe.

“Why haven’t you returned my calls?” Jess asked, sounding posh and irritated. Her usual self.

Gar shrugged with an awkward expression on his face. “Um, I don’t know.” He sighed.

“You don’t know?” Jess looked surprised and insulted.

“N-No, I don’t.” Gar continued to look around, raised eyebrows and his hands in his beige bomber jacket’s pockets.

“Well, no matter. What are you doing tonight?” Jess raised her eyebrows and gave Gar a look of ‘don’t you dare say you have plans.’ Menacing.

Gar opened his mouth and leaned backward, actually looking Jess in the eyes, before looking at the floor tiles and sighing heavily. “I don’t want to um, hook up anymore.” He said with a tiny voice filled with shame. This was difficult, but the jigs up. He couldn’t keep avoiding her forever.

Jess scoffed, her pride was hurt and she was more than offended. If Gar, who actually is a decent guy but still low on the social rankings wouldn’t want to hook up with her anymore, then who would? “What? Going back to the creepy goth ?” Jess asked.

Gar’ expression changed from guilt to anger. He looked like he was about to throw a punch, he wouldn’t, because Jess is a girl and he has some tact.

“What did you say?” Gar asked as if he had imagined it and had to get it right.

“I said. You must be getting back together with that creepy goth girl, how else-”

“Don’t call her that!” Gar yelled as he stepped forward. He was furious. He’d gotten to know Jess quite well, even though they didn’t hang out a lot. He actually had gotten some respect for the woman and thought that she knew him as well, but this, this he wouldn’t- couldn’t stand for.

“She has a name, it’s Raven.” Gar said loudly, seething. “I guess the reason you bully Raven is just that you’re jealous of her, cause she’s better than you. In, every, single, way.” Gar said, face moving closer to her as the words left his mouth. Mere inches away from Ruby. He was breathing heavily with a mean look on his face as he stopped talking. He looked the shorter woman in the eyes, scoffed, and then walked away. Jess continued to stand there, stunned. A few classmates in the area began giggling quietly, Jess looked at them all with the best mean girl face she could pull off and walked to her own class. Luckily, it wasn’t one she shared with Gar.

Gar stopped by his locker to get his books, the last time he was going to use some of them. He had trouble opening it up, the key got stuck and the lock wouldn’t turn. In his frustration, he punched the locker and immediately felt a sharp pain. Instantly regretting it. He yelled a loud “Fuck!” as he flinched in pain. Raven being at her own locker noticed, and instinctively went up to him.

“What happened, you alright?” She asked, worried about him, he seemed quite upset.

“Shit.” Gar murmured. Hunching over, clutching his wounded hand.

“Gar, are you okay?” Raven moved closer and touched his shoulder.

Gar promptly jerked away from her, pushing her hand out of his personal space while yelling “Just leave me alone.” He’d skip class and go to the nurse to get his hand checked out. Raven continued to stand by his locker, shocked at his outrage and getting increasingly more worried about him. She looked at the locker itself and noticed a dent in it, vaguely the size of a fist. She wondered what had happened to make Gar so angry, he’s never been the violent type. She then proceeded to follow him, hoping he doesn’t notice.

This chapter was all about flashbacks and “---” this indicates start and end of flashbacks.

I really liked the way it turned out gar and raven still need to work on their hearts. 😂

To clear how Jenny got into Gar's house is in chapter 1 i mentioned gar helped Jenny a lot at that time gar gave a key to Jenny in case if emergency that's how she got into his house. You have to read previous chapters to get this one. 😂

There is something else about Jenny you will find out soon until then have a good day. 😃

Feel free to drop your thoughts

#bbrae #raven roth #beast boy #teen titans #raven teen titans #garfield logan #gar logan #alternate universe #my universe #jinx #victor stone #titans

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sturmmhond · 3 years

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I’ve read a post about this actually but Don’t you just dislike it when some authors are racially ambiguous when describing their characters.

[To authors] I don’t see you describing white characters as mayo or chalk coloured. Please say brown, won’t offend anyone least of all me (a brown person)

There’s better posts articulating it better than I can

oh my god, yes

describing a character’s skin as “tan” or “golden” is a whole new red flag these days

#răspuns #nonnie #especially when you can feel that they’re being intentionally ambiguous as to #then take the credit all for themselves when people begin headcanoning their characters as poc #i’m looking directly as s/jmaas heavily leaning into her fans claiming that the ilyrians are poc #when she doesn’t confirm it nor deny it in text #ugh a mess #anti sjm

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outoftheframework · 3 years

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my proposal for tropes we as a fandom should adopt in all fanworks going forward: Duke Thomas edition

So every fandom has tropes and characterization quirks that have been generally accepted into fanon and, like, maybe? they were originally based on some obscure comic panel from the 80s or something but it doesn’t really matter because we’re all just,,, cool with it? Like for example- in the dc comics fandom, an art piece could show 3 of the bats that look virtually identical except one of them is holding a box of cereal so that one is obviously Dick Grayson. . . Y’know?

Anyway, these things usually come up naturally I guess but I’ve been here a while and it’s finally time to put my foot down. It’s high time for Duke Thomas to be more in fanon than “the sane one.” Because he might be the relatively new guy but he is certainly fears no gods or laws of the land just as much as the other bats, lemme tell ya.

TL;DR here are character quirks (”canon-based” or otherwise) that we should all really latch onto seriously I’m begging y’all to make at least one of these happen-

Duke “Habitually Jumping Out of Moving Vehicles” Thomas

This one’s actually based in canon y’all; Duke did indeed yeet himself out of the back of a cop car and off of a bridge (in We Are... Robin). Normalize Duke’s wearing knee and elbow pads as Signal because jumping out of a car turns out relatively fine once and then suddenly Batman’s rooftop disappearing act seems mellow compared to the amount of times Gordon has whipped his head around to see a now Signal-less backseat.

Like, he’s going 60 mph?? And he didn’t even hear the door open?? and tHE DOORS ARE STILL LOCKED??

Imagine this leaking into civilian life and Bruce waking up to a blurry photo of Duke mid-escape from a limousine on the front page of the Gotham Gazette.

(more under cut)

Duke “Puzzles are my Passion” Thomas

Duke is ~canonically~ very skilled at both solving and concocting riddles (as a child during that time where The Riddler just,,, controlled Gotham, he worked non-stop on riddles, trying to make the perfect one). Please y’all- let Duke solve puzzles. Have the other bats ask him for help after 36 hours straight of brooding over some brainteaser that Duke works out within the half-hour. He texts a picture of the solution scribbled out on loose leaf in the margins of his pre-calc homework because this boy shows his work.

My guy is a word-cross FIEND. A mind-sweeper speed-runner. That guy who mails into the Gazette to correct a solution in the “fun & games” section and also ps that photo is not of me I am simply a polite young man who is much too busy writing into the paper in the year 2021 to jump out of limos-

I also would love to see this integrated into the type of cases he investigates / runs into on his daytime patrol. Like, obviously the criminal activity is going to dramatically differ before and after sundown, but that doesn’t make Duke’s work any easier or less important. It’s a different skillset; he has to work differently. Instead of jumping into fights, halting mob meetings, saving civilians in dark allies, etc. Duke has to sort through all of the moving pieces before they all converge into something catastrophic.

It’s a known fact that criminal organizations in Gotham make and execute a lot of behind-the-scenes plans during the day specifically not to run into the bats. And Duke knows and monitors this shit all by himself; his work is crucial to logistics and information gathering for the bats as a whole. Now criminals have like, a 2 hour gap between bat-shifts to try and get stuff done. But Duke would 100% set traps on timers or lead them on this pre-set convoluted goose chase to distract them until the night bats come out and to let himself enjoy the whole thing playing out on the news while he finishes homework that’s due at midnight.

Duke “I Know a Guy” Thomas

So in going off of the basic concept for the “We Are. . . Robin” run in combination to his general likability, Duke has a lot of friends all around Gotham. Okay, sure, he doesn’t have a Super best friend or a Speedster on speed dial, but he does know this guy who details cars up on West 35th and will tell them all about the new mods on Black Mask’s transport vans if they come through the third floor window and bring takeout.

Bruce and Tim will be waiting for the facial recognition software to identify at least a partial match off of security cam footage when Duke pulls into the cave, takes one look at the screen, and says “Oh, that’s <insert name, address, abridged life story, and known associates here>.” This also brings in the opportunity for Duke to have some sort of perfect recall for faces, voices, names, etc. which I think could be a really cool element for his position as the batfamily member who has a lot more personal interaction with the people of Gotham.

I’m also into the idea of a lot of people knowing/telling stories about Duke. Not to reference the Chuck Norris meme but almost like the Chuck Norris meme lmao. Think about Jason mentioning his brother to someone and she replies, “Duke Thomas? Like that Duke Thomas? The one who swam across the harbor because he said it’d be faster than the subway and it actually was?” These stories have varying levels of truth to them but Duke will never confirm nor deny when he gets random calls from family members yelling “you dID WHAT”

So those are my top three, and the following is a little speed-round of headcanons :)

Duke has a super expressive face. Like when he’s relaxed around family, you can tell exactly what he’s thinking and how he’s feeling by his visual reactions to things

Duke rotates through picking up new and revisiting old hobbies at a pretty rapid pace. Some hobbies include: bullet journaling, origami, viola, cello, synth, conversational basics in multiple languages, up-cycling and embroidering clothes

Duke has a really fucking adorable smile. He can’t help it. He’ll try to grin sarcastically or smug to be annoying but his smile just cannot be anything other than endearing. He also has a very specific booming laugh that’s an absolute treasure to hear, because it’s the most genuinely happy thing ever.

Duke unironically enjoys Signal by Twice even though the first time he heard it was after Steph had set it as his morning alarm.

So.

Come and get your food, I guess.

Feel free to add on if you’d like! I’d love to see anything you guys write/draw/etc. based on anything from here if you feel compelled to do so!

Stay safe and be well :)

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jackwolfes · 2 years

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trans crows ideas: kaz being a really really really really supportive cishet ""ally""" to the other trans crows until one day kaz realizes, *oh* i am too & then tells them maybe?

trans crows 0.3 // implied transphobia

Now, he thinks he knows. Now, he sees someone clock the short hair and the suit with a flat chest and say Mister Brekker and knows that that is what he wants. Now, he has understanding enough to be sure of himself.

At the time, he didn’t.

At the time — when he first met them, when he first saw them each come into themselves — he assumed it was something for other people. Something that other people did and knew about themselves and understood. Not for him.

Wylan had known since he was a child, he’s said, and Kaz figured that that was the only way to be sure. To always have had that sense of something wrong — worse than that very occasional itch he gets under his skin at the wrong time of the month, worse still than someone on the street standing too close to his chest. That’s nothing compared to the dread of bare skin on skin, the way his stomach rolls when someone touches him; it can’t mean anything the way it means things to other people.

Wylan had said he’d known from the start.

“Well, I was seven,” he corrects, on one of those late nights where Kaz isn’t really part of a conversation but hears enough. Eavesdrops, some might say. Gathers information, he’d offer back.

“Eleven,” Nina confirms, when asked.

“Probably fifteen or so?” Jesper offers. “Didn't do shit about it until I turned twenty.”

Inej stays quiet, which isn’t surprising, and Matthias stays quiet, because he has nothing to add. Kaz stays quiet too.

It’s a lot of different terms and words and things to be aware of, he’s found. Injections and patches, HRT, binders. Getting them surgery. Signing their deed polls. Sitting listening to Jesper bounce word after word after word at him – agender bigender genderfluid fuck maybe none of them I don’t fucking know – until he decides that queer will have to do now, won’t it? Kaz supposes it will. He does paperwork for Wylan, funneling funds to settle pre-op, and then more to carry him through recovery post-op. He waits up all night for Nina after first dates until she texts at three am saying it’s fine and he’s good with it and Matthias Helvar knows his way around a girl’s–

Inej hasn’t told them, but he helps her too. He lets her say around each silence that she doesn’t need their friends to know because she knows herself. He knows himself. They know themself. It changes, apparently, and that’s more than okay with him. God knows he’s more than just caught up with the person at the core of it all.

Kaz Brekker does the lot. All of it, every little thing, and all on top of shoving over any stupid fool dumb enough to think the lot of them just vying for attention. It isn’t, and Kaz is more than aware. It doesn’t happen all that often, and Kaz feels confident that he hears everything. Inej helps. What doesn’t Inej Ghafa know?

Kaz also feels quite confident that the person that last scrawled keep MEN out of the girls toilets on the Crow Club wall will neither want to come back nor be able to. They certainly won’t be welcome, once the crack in their rib heals. They don’t have time for that sort here. Every word spent on vitriol when they’re just trying to exist is a waste of breath. Still, Kaz bites back so they don’t have to — although sometimes it looks a bit like Jesper is itching for a fight. Probably best that Kaz does before he can step in, before someone gets shot by the trigger happy fool.

He’d deny ever doing this for his crew if they asked, but so what if they do find out? He might just care.

It wasn’t some grand revelation with every saint singing choral music down from the heavens. That’s what Inej made it sound like: I just knew. I didn’t once, and then I did. As simple as that, divine like her saints.

It starts with, maybe.

That maybe was probably it, where it is whatever little thing made him realise that he wasn’t quite as much of a woman as he’d once thought. That maybe that never really went away, not once he started to truly think it through. Each little ache in his spine when he drags his hands past his chest in the morning, each particularly uncomfortable twinge in his stomach when he bleeds.

Maybe that’s not right. Maybe it can be different. Maybe you aren’t just just fiercely concerned for the people that spend their time with your.

Maybe it’s something else.

Wylan knew when he was seven. Nina, eleven, and Jesper, fifteen. Inej says nothing when they’re all together, but Kaz knows for her it was sixteen. Matthias – not yet, but who knows.

And apparently, for him–

Kaz Brekker; twenty three.

A part of him thinks that he should do it one on one, that he should start slow and let it grow. That they don’t all need to know, and they certainly don’t all need to know at once.

He sees Inej on a quiet night, once, and wonders how bad it would be to just open his mouth and tell her then. She’s seen him in every single state. She already knows too much about where his vulnerabilities lie.

He has to assume that she already knows. What doesn’t Inej Ghafa know, after all?

It’s hardly like he’s going to have to worry about them being cruel about it. Still, there’s something tense, a bit anxious, sitting in his chest, with all of them sitting on one of those nights where Kaz mostly watches but sometimes, sometimes, finds the words to say –

“Listen.”

He speaks with enough force, spontaneity, something, that they do. They listen. The noise cuts out like that: all at once. Kaz can feel eyes on him. He does suppose that it always could go wrong.

Maybe.

There’s nothing to it but to finally, finally say it.

“My name is Kaz.”

It’s an honest thing, more honest than he thinks he’s quite possibly ever been. He is not one for honesty, for earnestness but these people are his crew, and he owes them nothing about himself – but there’s still a need for them to know this.

My name is Kaz.

He lets the little echo of honesty rebound, and doesn’t hold his breath. It is what it is, and what will be will be — although he can hope that he doesn’t have to find new friends after this.

Wylan seems to get it first, and he says a quiet little — “oh.”

Matthias is confused only for a brief flicker of a second before he schools it away into something neutral, but Kaz doesn’t think he understands quite yet either. That’s fine. He’s said his part, and doesn’t quite think there’s anything else to say. Not from him.

From them, though –

“Oh, shit,” Nina says, finally. She smacks Jesper’s upper arm, but likely only because he’s the unlucky skiv sitting at her side. “You’re coming out.”

“Oh,” Jesper says — and now Matthias seems to get it. Jesper laughs, though, all but reaching out and shaking his shoulder. He doesn’t, and Kaz is relieved. “Nice to meet you, man.”

Out of the corner of his eye, Kaz can just about see Inej smile, and that feels like the best blessing in the world.

#thank you friend this was a delight!#kaz brekker #six of crows #soc #jesper fahey #wylan van eck #inej ghafa #nina zenik #matthias helvar #asks #doorsclosingslowly #trans crows

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seabass17 · 3 years

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All that’s left | Bucky Barnes

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

A/n: This is my first time writing something based on a video I found on TikTok, it’s not exactly the same, but it is kinda the idea. I hope you like it and please let me know if you might want a part two. Also, I apologize if you find some errors, im doing my best since English is not my first language. Anyway, happy reading!!

All that’s left masterlist

Pt. 2

Warnings: angst, mentions of injuries (broken ribs, cuts, dislocated shoulder)

Word count: 2.5K

Summary: She still can’t get used to the feeling of being left behind by the people she once called family. After being hurt, she decides that she will give them a chance, and when they failed, she then makes the decision to disappear and start brand new. Of course, she leaves a letter that will left the team standing in the dark, and with more questions than answers about a lot of things, while discovering that she has more of one past that she let to know.

The sound of the rain hitting against the window of my living room was the only thing that could be heard in the silence of my apartment. I looked over my desk where the paper is waiting for me to pick up the pen and get this over with, but somehow, somewhere deep inside of me, a part is waiting, holding on to the smallest of hope that maybe, just maybe, he is going to come knocking to my door asking why the i haven’t showed up to the compound for the last three days, or why i didn’t text nor call the rest of the team. I wanted to see if they would notice my absence so I left the compound on Thursday. I got the answer to my question when Sunday arrived and my inbox was clear; no one noticed. Today is Tuesday, my apartment is thirteen minutes away, fifthteen if you literally fly or speed up, but still, no one came or text.

To be honest, I'm not surprised, that doesn’t mean it hurts less though. I know i should probably think this through instead of making the impulse decision of grabbing my things and get the hell out of here, going somewhere i can start fresh, somewhere i can start over and get a chance to get over all the things that happened, find people that actually cared for me, or maybe not finding anyone at all and die alone.

I stand up from my bed and go to my desk, it’s time to get this over with. I start writing the only thing that they get to keep.

“Dear Avengers, You’re probably wondering where I am, or you just don’t care, maybe you don’t even find this. If someone from the building finds this, keep it in case they ever come looking for me; thank you. So, this is it, this is my goodbye. You should consider yourselves lucky, given the fact that none of you even deserves a goodbye because you are the ones causing it. I could tell you the reason why I'm leaving, and you know what, I will tell you. I chose to trust you. The one thing I feared the most was trusting people, but when I joined the team, I thought ‘well, maybe i can trust them, they are my team’, guess what, I was wrong. You should really look out for your teammates Stark, oh, and by the way, you might want to look deeper into why the operation that saved those 30 civilians on may 20, didn’t go south, you might even discover its the very same reason of why i didn’t showed up in the compound for a week, yeah, they were busy torturing the information out of me for a week; information that, by the way, i didn't give, hence why the operation went great. Something even more funny, is that behind every mistake, every wrong that each one of you have ever done, I’m the one that suffered the consequences. Don’t believe me? Then you might want to do your homework, because dear teammates, I’m the one you couldn’t protect. By the time you find out the things you’ve done, I will be long gone. I'm very good at disappearing, Natasha (once she figures it out) can confirm that. I wish things would be different and we could be… family, but that’s never going to happen; not anymore. As of now, there will be no record of my name ever existing, everything that once belonged to me, will be burned, and as of me, well, I am no one.”

I fold the piece of paper and put it in the envelope, once sealed, I write down the word my name in the center so they know. I take a last look at my apartment. Everything is intact, the furniture that came with it is the same as always, the only thing different is that it seems empty without all my belongings. I grabbed my luggage and exited the apartment and then went downstairs.

“Hey Richard” I say to the man that is in the reception like I always do

“Hey miss, what can I do for you?”

“Well, I'm leaving, for good. If someone comes asking for me, my friends, you tell them that you haven’t seen me. Oh, I left a letter for them upstairs, could you please make sure that it gets to them? Only if the show up, do not sent it”

He looked at me a little sad and confused.

“Oh, well, you will me missed miss, I hope you find happiness and yes, i promised i will make sure they get your letter”

“Thank you Richard, for everything, oh, and this is for you” I handed him an envelope with some cash. He looked like he was about to say something about how he couldn’t accept it but I cut him off. “Please, just take it, please”. He sighs but takes the envelope.

“Thank you miss…”

I smiled at him and then turned around to grab a cab. I'm supposed to be in the airport in 30 minutes. Once in the airport, the only thing left is to start again, be someone brand new.

*3rd person POV*

Friday morning was a little colder than usual in the avengers compound, everyone on the team was up and in the kitchen having breakfast. Everything was normal, until someone noticed that someone was missing.

“Hey guys” Bucky said right before taking a bite of the pancakes Wanda made earlier for everyone. “Have any of you seen y/n?”

The team stayed quiet, realizing that they haven’t seen her for quite a while, not until Barnes brought it up.

“Uh… maybe she took a trip?” Steve broke the silence while the rest started thinking when was the last time they had seen her.

“No, she was here when we arrived from the Jersey mission, it must have been like what, two days, maybe three?” Tony said. Bucky could feel his insides burning and twisting.

“No… that was eight days ago” Vision intervened. The avengers felt like someone just blew up the white house. Her teammate was missing for eight days and no one even noticed. Bucky was the first one to react by getting up and running to her dorm, only to find it exactly the way it was when he last saw her. He searched her dorm looking for something out of place that could tell him that maybe you were in trouble and that he has to come save you, but he is left desperate when he doesn’t find anything.

“She’s not here, everything is intact” He informs once he is back in the kitchen.

“Everyone” Steve calls out, “get dressed, we’re going to look for her. Let’s start in her apartment”

The team leaves to change their clothes and next thing they know, they are in her building. Without saying a word to the receptionist, they all made their way up to her apartment.

“Hey! wait-” he goes unnoticed because the avengers are already on her door. Wanda knocks on the door.

“Y/n? You there?” no one responds. “Y/n come on, don’t be mad at us” Natasha says.

After a few seconds they all start to worry when the door is unlocked, and they worry even more once they see the apartment completely empty.

“What the-” Bucky says

“Where are her things?” Wanda asks to no one especifically

“Where is she?” Thor says

“What the hell is going on?” Tony says a little louder

Bucky storms out of the empty apartment and goes to the man in the reception

“What the hell happened to apartment 108, where is y/n y/l/n?” he asks with worry and anxiety in his voice.

“I’m sorry, but, who are you?” the man asks the rather intimidating group of people in front of him.

“We’re the Avengers man” Peter says and the man suddenly realizes and his face changes from a confused one, to a sad one that makes the team’s stomach drop.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t…” he sighs, “She left me indicated to give this to you” he hands them an envelope that looks like it's been sitting there for a while. Bucky stares at the envelope like it's some kind of nuclear weapon that if you touch it, it could kill you. Wanda notices, grabs the envelope and stares at the paper in her hands.

“When did she leave this?” She asked

“Three days ago”

“And why didn’t you send it to us?” Tony asked, getting angry at the poor man.

“Because she specifically said to handed it to you, if you ever came looking for her”

Bucky could feel the tears in his eyes start to form.

“She said that? `Ever’?” Bucky asked almost to himself. The man slowly nodded. Natasha could feel how her stomach started burning from the guilt and the pain of not noticing that her friend was missing for eight days, little does she know that the entire team felt exactly the same.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y pull the records on the mission on may 20 and also show me the status of y/n on that time” Tony said to the AI and after a few seconds later, pictures of the building that that was about to be blown out by HYDRA with 30 civilians inside showed up. While the avengers were sitting in the conference room looking at the pictures, the AI started talking.

“Mission of may 20. Information was given that HYDRA kept 30 civilians inside the building with the intention of blowing it up with them inside. Source of the information unknown. The Avengers came to the building and successfully rescued the civilians safely moments before the building was blown up. Agent y/n y/l/n was on an undercover mission on a HYDRA facility at the same time, the communication was lost three days before the civilians situation, and around the same time, the information about the building was given anonymously the very same day that communication with Agent y/l/n was lost; Agent y/l/n returned a week later. Medical record found, access denied”

“Override, Tony Stark” Tony said after a good couple of seconds, the pieces starting to fall in place.

“Access complete. Medical records of Agent y/l/n on may 27th. Access restrained: Agent y/l/n. She presented with several cuts all over her body, three broken ribs, a second grade concussion, a sprained ankle and a dislocated shoulder. Patient refused treatment and was only given medication for the pain”

The seconds were passing and no one in the room would break the silence. The pieces were starting to fall in place, Tony felt nauseous. He yelled at her for being irresponsible for staying a little longer than she should have in the undercover mission, given the fact that she checked in on june 10th, meaning that she waited two weeks for her injuries to heal enough so that he could yell at her for not being good enough. He fell down to his chair, feeling like if he stayed up, he might throw up.

“She was the one that gave us the information about the building” Sam broke the silence. “She was the one that got tortured, and still managed to pass through the data so that we, could be the heroes while she was the one that got beaten up”

“F.R.I.D.A.Y, where is she?” Natasha asked the AI, and it responded after a few seconds.

“No information found”

Natasha frowned, Bucky looked up to the screen to see the red sentence. It only made him want to scream more.

“What does ‘no information found’ mean?” Bucky asked on the edge of falling apart.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y” Steve called

“No information available” it said this time.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y, look for y/n y/l/n” Tony said, thinking maybe he needed to check what was wrong with the AI.

“No records found for y/n y/l/n”

“Detail,” Stark said.

The AI showed what it said before, there was no record of her name, it was like it never existed. No phone number, no mail address, no nothing, just a little picture of an abandoned building or mansion somewhere in the world.

“Wait” Natasha said, “I know that building, F.R.I.D.A.Y, do a close up on that picture”

“What is it?” Wanda asked

“It was where The Red Room used to operate” tha AI responded

“Why does it appear related to her?” Bucky asked, fearing the answer

“The picture was taken when a girl escaped The Red Room in 2002, she eliminated four people on the way, the age or who it was is still unknown” the AI responded.

“Oh god…” Natasha whispered but Bucky manage it to hear it

“Natasha, what is it?” he asked

“2002, that’s three years after i managed to escape, there was a girl, we were some sort of friends, i promised that i was going to get us out of here, but i couldn’t take her with me so i left her. Two years later I contacted someone on the inside so that I could get to her and plan her escape, but she was angry at me and said that she was fine, a year later she did escape, killing four people on her way” Natasha explained. Everything makes sense now, why she looked familiar, why she had exactly the same skills as Natasha. The team noticed it too, but they assumed it was because she had trained very hard to be an avenger.

“What was her name?” Vision asked.

“Eliza” Natasha said

“Wait a minute…” Bucky said, lifting her head looking at Natasha. “Was that her real name?”

“No, she didn’t wanted to say her real one” Natasha said

“Eliza, that’s y/n’s grandmother’s name” Bucky said and the room fell into a silence where you could hear the wind outside.

“In the letter…” Steve started, “She said that you could confirm that she was good at disappearing completely once you figured it out, so, does this mean that…”

“Y/n is Eliza” Natasha concluded

“She was in The Red Room” Bucky added.

“She said in her letter that all of us did her wrong,” Sam said, “how are we supposed to know what the hell we do to her? She’s been in the team for what, two and a half years? And just now we realized that she was the one that gave us the data that saved 30 people and got her tortured, and that she was trained in The Red Room like Black Widow here. What else are we missing?” he added.

“Guess there’s only one thing we can do” Steve said, looking at Tony.

“And what’s that?” Wanda asked

“We find her”

#avengers #bucky barnes #imagines #marvel #bucky barnes angst #bucky x female reader #the red room #natasha romonova #tony stark #steve rogers #wanda maximoff #peter parker #hydra

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queenshelby · 3 years

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Roommates – Part Ten

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Words: 3,600

Warning: Angst, Pregnancy, Smut

Note: This plays in 2020.

It was still rainy and stormy outside, but you didn’t care. You needed the fresh air on your face more than anything else right now as you felt as though you couldn’t breathe.

You walked besides the shore until, eventually, you found a sheltered area besides one of the old seaside castles where you sat down to think.

There was certainly a lot of thinking to be done and, eventually, you reached the conclusion that, what you should do now, is support your friend just as he had supported you following your breakup with James. Your friendship lasted for 12 years so far and now wasn’t the time to end it, nor was there any reason to do so.

But where did it leave you and the fact that you did what you swore to yourself you would never do. You had been intimate with Cillian and that, in your mind, was wrong now that you knew what you knew about Laura.

But why was it wrong, you then went to ponder on? What made it wrong, you wondered? Cillian and Laura were no longer together and, as far as you knew, Cillian never mislead her into thinking that he wanted a serious relationship with her. You knew it was a common theme and argument between them and, at least from his point of view, there were no feelings involved. So why shouldn’t you be with him now?

Of course, you realised fairly quickly that the reason that you should stay away from Cillian was Laura. She is your friend too and she is still hurt and wants him back, no matter how futile her desires and attempts to be with him might be. But does this mean you should deny yourself? After all, it’s been 12 years which it took you to get this far. It’s not that you had ever contemplated to sleep with Cillian, but you certainly were drawn to him now and, therefore, would you be a bad friend if you continued to be intimate with him?

Eventually, you reached the conclusion that the answer to your question was probably yes. Both, you and Cillian, found yourselves in a moral dilemma and, whilst you both slipped once and let your desires for each other get the better of you, it couldn’t happen again. That, of course, was unless the moral compass of the situation changed which made you wonder how it got so far in the first place.

***

When you arrived back home, you saw Cillian in the kitchen, making a cup of coffee and, whilst he acknowledged you, he was silent and waited for you to ask what you wanted to ask.

‘Why didn’t you tell me that Laura is pregnant?’ you eventually blurted out, causing Cillian to sigh heavily.

‘Because I promised her that I would not tell anyone until she had her first scan’ Cillian explained almost frustrated.

‘She hasn’t had a scan yet? Cillian, uhm, this is a lot to take in’ you observed and he nodded.

‘Not as far as I know’ Cillian then huffed out, causing you to walk over towards him and grab hold of both of his shoulders.

‘Listen Cillian, I don’t care what happened between you and I know said I would stay out of it, but she does need your support with this. You can’t just ignore the fact that you have a child on the way with her’ you said rather harshly, causing Cillian to break down in emotions.

‘What do you think I’ve been doing Y/N, eh?’ Cillian huffed out before one curse after another left his mouth.

‘She doesn’t fucking let me. I want to be part of the pregnancy and support her, not just financially but also emotionally. I want to be a father to this child but she just cuts me out. According to her, unless I get back together with her, I won’t be having any partake in this’ Cillian explained with a heavy heart as his eyes began to tear up.

‘Oh my god Cillian, I am sorry, I didn’t know’ you said surprised by Laura’s action before comforting him.

‘It’s alright. I didn’t tell you because I knew you wanted to stay out of it. I didn’t want to put you into this difficult position you are now in and I also knew that you had your own shit to deal with’ Cillian said, referring to your breakup with James.

‘Have you at least been able to communicate with her doctor? Or her? Anything at all?’ you then asked and Cillian shook his head.

‘No, nothing. I’ve been talking to her but she isn’t telling me much. She changes the topic and then goes on about all this shit that happened between us instead. I don’t even know how far along she is. I tried to get her in with a good obstetrician at Rotunda Hospital, but she hasn’t even made contact with the doctor nor is she registered at the maternity ward. I don’t fucking know what else to do and when I spoke to my lawyer about it, he told me that I can’t do anything until the child is born’ Cillian explained almost shattered.

‘Jesus Cillian…oh my god’ you said before asking him whether he knew about the pregnancy when he broke up with her and, as you had expected, he confirmed that he didn’t. But, little did you know that you just then and there opened up another can of worms.

‘She planned this Y/N, which makes it even more fucked up than it already is’ Cillian chuckled, unsure whether he should laugh or cry about the entire situation.

‘What do you mean she planned this?’ you asked curiously.

‘She had her implant removed without telling me, which is the real reason I ended it. I know she is your friend, but she’s fucking insane’ Cillian huffed out.

You were unsure what to make of Cillian’s comment and asked him to elaborate which is when he finally told you everything that you never wanted to know about their breakup.

According to Cillian, after the night him and Laura shared with Lindsay, which was something Laura organised, Laura became rather jealous and possessive.

Whilst there was no truth to it, Laura believed that Cillian was seeing Lindsay behind her back and that Lindsay was the reason he wouldn’t commit to her. The truth was that, according to Cillian, he never intended to commit to Laura because he simply didn’t think that this was what he wanted. At the time, his divorce with Danielle was going through settlement proceedings and committing to Laura was something that couldn’t do.

You recalled the arguments in the past and Laura pressuring Cillian to make a commitment which he outright told her he wasn’t willing to make.

‘Things had gone too far and she contacted my mother, introducing herself to her. She texted my sister and brother continuously, asking for my whereabouts when I was visiting Cork. She went through my phone checking for messages from other women. Things like that. It became relentless and she knew I was close to ending it. Little did I know that she had a plan in mind to make me stick around’ Cillian chuckled.

‘So, what made you think that she went off birth control behind your back? Did she actually admit to it?’ you then asked, causing Cillian to nod.

‘The bruise on her arm and the fact that the bulge from it under her skin was gone, gave it away. First, I didn’t think anything of it but when she did all this crazy stuff, I asked her about it and she admitted that she had, in fact, removed it. She wanted to make me stay by falling pregnant. How fucked up is that?’ Cillian then huffed out and you were shocked.

You didn’t expect that your friend Laura would ever do such a thing, going behind Cillian’s back to fall pregnant and make him commit.

Of course, after he’s been your friend for 12 years you believed him and he was quite obviously emotionally shattered by the situation.

‘So, when did you find out that she was pregnant?’ you wondered.

‘Two weeks later she texted me’ Cillian huffed out before continuing on. ‘She also texted Lindsay who then contacted me. After Laura had harassed her for weeks, she was obviously quite aware of the situation’ Cillian explained.

‘So, you decided to fuck her again? Not a smart move Murphy’ you laughed, causing Cillian to laugh as well.

‘Yeah, I think that was a mistake but I was in a pretty fucked up place at the time and Lindsay just stuck around and listened. I couldn’t really tell anyone else. Firstly, it’s fucking embarrassing and I still don’t know how I am going to explain this to any of my family. Secondly, I promised Laura and, despite of what happened between us, you know why I kept this promise right?’ Cillian said.

‘Yes, I do’ you responded, remembering the suffering Cillian’s ex-wife Danielle had to endure throughout 12 unsuccessful cycles of IVF and miscarriages, being the reason that her and Cillian never had any children together even after having been married for ten years.

With that in mind, you felt awful for your friend. You knew how much he wanted to have children for so many years and you realised that, despite his problems with Laura, he would probably be quite excited going through the pregnancy with her and be a father to his child if she would let him. He wanted to be involved and he wanted to be there for her, but he didn’t want to be with her.

‘Listen, I will talk to Laura, alright? I will try and convince her to let you be involved without forcing you to commit to her’ you suggested, holding onto Cillian’s hands.

‘You said that you won’t get involved in anything between Laura and me and I promised you to keep you out of it’ Cillian then said.

‘I know, but you’ve been my friend for 12 years and, after all the shit we have been through together, we will get through this too, right?’ you said with a warm smile.

‘Thank you. You are amazing you know that?’ Cillian said, finally smiling again.

‘I know’ you winked. ‘Despite, that’s just what friends do right? They help each other out’ you said with a warm smile before, without giving it another thought, giving Cillian a kiss.

Surprised, he gave into the kiss which was gentle and warm.

‘Is that what friends do too?’ he then chuckled when your lips drifted apart.

‘Only under the added benefit scheme introduced into solid friendships as part of this lockdown relief package’ you smirked before pressing your lips back onto his.

Your reservations had gone completely after talking to Cillian about what happened and, whilst you knew you that you were betraying your friend Laura, you found it difficult to sympathise with her at this very moment.

‘So, is this what you want then, despite everything that has happened?’ Cillian asked after you each caught a breath.

‘Yes, I think so. We both have needs and we trust each other, it just makes sense, right?’ you said in order to justify your decision and Cillian couldn’t help but chuckle.

‘Makes total sense’ Cillian laughed before continuing on. ‘I learned from my mistakes Y/N and I was very careful with Lindsay, but not so careful with you last night because, apart from my family, you are probably the person I trust the most in this world. You are most defiantly on the pill though, right?’ Cillian asked somewhat concerned.

‘Oh please, Cillian. Don’t flatter yourself. I don’t want to use you as a breeding bull’ you laughed, causing him to raise one of his eyebrows. ‘Yes, I am on the pill and never forgot a single one in over ten bloody years’ you then reassured him and, without any sort of warning, he crashed his lips back onto yours.

Your tongues met as he tangled one hand in the back of your hair, kissing you furiously.

‘I felt as though you held back last night’ you huffed out as your lips drifted apart. ‘Don’t hold back! Just fuck me!’ you then said, pulling him close again after he pulled his own t-shirt over his head while you removed yours.

‘I was just testing the waters Y/N’ he smirked before he pulled down your jeans eagerly while, at the same time, your hands went to his jeans and blessedly released his throbbing cock.

‘And I am not sure if I want you to see this side of me yet’ he then smirked, causing you to raise your eyebrows in return.

‘And what side is that Cillian?’ you giggled before whispering into his ear ‘show me your real kinky and filthy side.’

‘Soon, very soon’ Cillian then said before he kissed you again, hard and fast before both of you lost your jeans completely somewhere on the kitchen floor and Cillian lifted you up to sit on the kitchen table. He was much more forceful this time around and you quite enjoyed it.

Within one swift move, he unclasped your bra and thew it to the side before his hands rested on your breasts. You gasped as he shuffled down sufficiently to kiss each of them and close his mouth around a rigid pierced nipple. He pulled on it with his teeth and bit onto slightly, making you cry out.

At the same time, Cillian’s moved to in between your legs which were spread apart by his thighs as he was standing in front of you.

‘Fucking hell Y/N. What have you been thinking about, huh? You are fucking soaking’ he groaned as he observed that you were extremely wet already.

‘About you fucking me of course’ you giggled as Cillian brought his soaking wet fingers to your mouth.

‘Show me how fucking good you taste’ he instructed, making you taste yourself and you, of course, complied with his request and licked his fingers clean. But, when he watched you do this and felt your tongue piercing press against his fingers, he couldn't take it anymore.

‘Spread your legs wider’ he instructed as he pulled his hand away from your mouth and took hold of his rigid member, aiming it towards the dripping nirvana in front of him.

He knew he was rushing things, and as much as he wanted to take you, he couldn't if you weren’t ready. Your intense gaze held a mixture of the smirk and the desire.

‘Cillian, please shove your cock inside me already’ you then whined and, without a word, he plunged into you.

‘Jesus fucking Christ, you are so tight’ Cillian groaned while his eyes screwed shut as soon as your tight pussy had engulfed him, and he couldn't tell your groans apart from his own.

Good god, he felt amazing, so fucking amazing you couldn't move, completely paralysed with pleasure.

‘Oh god Cillian’ you moaned eventually as he hovered over you, propped up against the table, his cock buried in your pussy and his face buried in the crook of your neck.

You could vaguely hear voices from the TV in the other room over the sound of your shuttering breath, but it had no more meaning than anything else in the world that wasn't currently inside of you. And that was Cillian.

‘Who would have thought that we would ever fuck, eh’ Cillian observed as he thrusted in and out of you, slow at first and then with increased speed and force, Cillian began to slightly pinch your nipples. That broke your paralysis and you wiggled and moaned in pleasure, making him fuck you harder and deeper. Cillian’s mouth eventually found your neck and ear as he began to pivot in and out of you, relishing just how tight and wet you were.

‘Crazy I know…but also so damn good’ you moaned his name and he picked up his pace again. You swore under your breath and Cillian slid a hand in between your legs to rub your clit and play with your clitoral piercing the way he had watched you do it before.

‘Fuck, that’s it, Cillian’ you moaned and then, you came, whimpering and shuddering, as Cillian watched the ecstasy pass through the delicate features of your face. He continued stroking you gently as you rode out your climax and only stopped when you gripped his wrist with your hand.

‘Too sensitive’ you huffed out, causing Cillian to smirk and, only when you pressed your hands against Cillian’s chest, he reluctantly pulled out of you.

But he wasn’t done with you yet and, before you knew it, he pulled you off the table and spun you around.

Willingly, you leaned forward, your face pressing against the hard wood of the kitchen table while you spread your legs widely, allowing him better access to your wet mound.

It didn’t take him long to line himself up with your entrance and, as the lips of your wet pussy parted to receive the head of his cock, he could hear you moan over the drumming rain outside. You immediately pushed back against him, forcing him inside of you a little deeper.

‘That’s it, push back against my cock’ Cillian instructed as he loved seeing your figure arched with pleasure before him and his cock buried inside you. What on earth was he missing out on for twelve years, he wondered?

The first loud rumbles of the thunder outside drowned out the first fleshy slaps of his thighs against your ass as he started to pump himself in and out of the wet grip of your pussy. The feeling of pleasure on his cock was so exquisite that for a moment he could not contain the urge to pound you harder.

‘Oh god yes, Cillian fuck me’ you moaned as he thrust deeper and faster into you, enjoying the feel of you hungrily pressing against him.

‘You like being taken like this don’t you? Pinned down and fucked hard?’ Cillian groaned as your moans had become loud enough now to be heard over the storm raging outside.

‘Yes, oh god yes, Cillian, please don’t stop’ you screamed out as you could feel another orgasm building as he pumped away.

By this point, Cillian’s cock was also screaming for release and you crying out beneath him didn’t help his urge to cum.

‘Harder’ you cried out and Cillian began to piston into you with rapid sharp strokes. You dug your nails into the table to brace against the pounding as Cillian drilled you as hard as he could.

Just as he continued to thrust in and out of you, he reached one of his hands between your legs to massage your clit again. The hard slap of his body against your tight ass was loud and he felt the sweat prickling on his body. The scent of your sex was filling the kitchen and, before long, your moans turned to gasps and little sharp cries of pleasure and Cillian felt your body shudder against his as you came.

‘Oh god Cillian, yes fuck, yes’ you shouted out as your second orgasm washed over you and you indulged in the pleasure he gave you by calling out his name.

‘Jesus Y/N, fuck’ Cillian groaned as his balls tingled with his own building climax. Cillian pulled you back into him by the hips and thrust as deeply into your pussy as he could as the first waves of his orgasm broke.

The eruption was intense. The spasms of pleasure were joined with the satisfying feeling of spurts of his semen flooding deep into your body. He kept pumping, though now slowly, even after the pulsing in his crotch subsided.

You sighed your contentment. The feel of your pussy milking the last drops from his now hyper-sensitive cock was delightful torture and Cillian groaned almost in agony.

You giggled and lifted your body up and, as you did so, Cillian’s cock slipped free of the embrace of your pussy.

‘So fucking sexy, leaking all my cum from your pussy’ Cillian then observed as he ran one of his fingers through your mound again, collecting some of his semen before guiding it up to your mouth.

‘Hmm, I like the way you taste. Took me only 12 years to find out’ you grinned as you suggestively licked his cum from his fingers.

‘I didn’t ever think that this would actually happen, seeing my cock inside you’ Cillian chuckled.

‘Tell me about it’ you said before giving Cillian a quick kiss. ‘By the way, nice dirty talk, I like it’ you then smirked, being rather surprised by your friend’s dirty vocabulary.

‘You’ve heard nothing yet’ Cillian said as he was getting dressed again.

‘Coffee?’ you then asked before walking over towards the coffee machine completely naked, wiggling your butt on full display.

‘Uhm sure, thanks’ Cillian laughed before putting his briefs back on and sitting down at the table while he watched you still somewhat in disbelieve.

***

After you got on with your chores and tasks for the day, you decided to finally call Laura to have this difficult conversation with her.

But, she didn’t pick up any of your calls and, instead, sent you a text message.

‘Can’t talk right now’ was all it said.

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BnHA Ch. 323 - parallels and comparisons

Most important thing first: Mic name-calls “Jeany” after Best Jeanist interrupts him and insults the UA teachers, saying the citizens find it hard to hear the truth from schoolteachers. Excuse me, PRESENT FUCKING MIC IS A PRO HERO WHO FOUGHT IN THE WAR AND ARRESTED THE DOCTOR. Ultimately, Jeany is trying to take responsibility, which is good, but the way he does it is insulting. Is that really how the Top 3 feel about the UA teachers? (This started out shitpost-y, but I think it does actually matter….)

On to Nezu, who, despite all his well-repressed rage, is still just a rat principal building a cage. He’s created an elaborate mecha-vault-campus to capture save humans and transport them around the country like Willy Wonka’s great glass elevator. Nezu says he did this on intuition, yet that can’t be the full story because his High Specs quirk gives him great insight into possible strategies the villains will use. In fact, the last time we saw his quirk in action, he was trapping 2 students in a maze, gradually blocking off all paths to the exit. Oh, and who else in BnHA is seemingly able to predict their opponent’s strategies and enjoys doing so? I’m not saying Nezu is “The UA Traitor,” particularly given his speech at the end of the chapter, but I AM saying there are parallels.

In particular, Nezu seems to do a lot of work related to quirk morality, while AFO refers to morals as mere fabrications.

Sticking with Nezu and jumping to the end of the chapter…this isn’t the first time he’s made a grand speech about UA students and the future. After DvK2, while Izuku and Katsuki are under house arrest, Nezu speaks to the school about All Might’s retirement and says how all of the students will “inherit this society.” The word “inherit” makes All Might think about his successor, and how Nezu reached out to him when he was searching in earnest (ie, when Nezu and Nighteye had Mirio picked out). Nezu’s “one step” language also ties back to an All Might monologue from the remedial course days — when Shoto, Katsuki, and the Shiketsu kids worked together to win tiny hearts AND All Might and Endeavor had their first real talk, leading Endeavor to reach out to Shoto.

Speaking of the remedial class moving forward, the Katsuki/Shoto “we are not friends” mutual side eye at the mention of Shiketsu is A Moment. Will the remedial foursome be trapped in an underground classroom!??!?

I think it’s clear that the heroes — pros, teachers, students — need to work together as one to win over “the citizens”. The heroes also need their supporters (hello kid in an All Might shirt!), parents (omg, Mitsuki holding Inko back from recklessly running into the crowd like the Midoriya she is!), friends, and rescued victims to take those steps to come forward. Izuku is moving forward for them, and they need to move forward for him.

I’m not convinced that Nezu’s “ultimate hero” is Izuku; it could be Katsuki, Ochako, Shoto, Mirio (hello underground permeation!), Shigaraki, Class 1A, or the entire “new generation”, judging by his “inherit” comment. Izuku is All Might’s chosen one to inherit OFA, but Izuku is NOT the only one inheriting society’s future. Special, but also not. (More on that later!)

Final bit on the mecha-school…I don’t think anything good in this series has come from being “underground”. I think we’ve already established that “underground” is neither safe nor invincible. Underground Yakuza compound. Underground prison. Underground hero (sorry Aizawa!!) Even when talking about the “ultimate hero,” Nezu speaks in terms of rising.

The text leaks said Eri was with Class 1B, which made me frustrated, but the panel is actually a lovely soft Monoma comforting her. It’s really sweet and shows off Monoma’s heroic heart! (And his off-duty fashion sense, because those buttons add some serious dramatic flair.) But, knowing that Aizawa, All Might, Mic, Thirteen, and the Big 3 are Eri’s usual caretakers makes me really sad for her — why are they ALL gone?? Especially when (1) she’s listening to a crowd call her personal hero a weapon with a cursed quirk, exactly how Chisaki used to talk about her; and (2) Izuku doesn’t HAVE to be the one taking care of her, but I think they’d both LIKE to see each other.

Speaking of the crowd, I do like having “the citizens” as a character. In the early chapters, we heard so much about protecting citizens and keeping society from falling into chaos, but it was all theoretical. With the jailbreak, the war destruction, and Dabi’s reveal, it’s good to see citizens who (1) question the value and robustness of the current hero society; and (2) are scared out of their minds. “The citizens” may be an obstacle for the heroes, but their fear and motivation is very rational under the circumstances. People who were forced to evacuate their home on short notice and hole up in a dormitory while skyscrapers crumbled due to villains gone wild (and, uh, Deku) are unlikely to trust the same people who created this mess in the first place. While WE know and love cinnamon roll Izuku, “the citizens” only know him as the target of Shigaraki’s destruction. He’s billed by Jeany as the One True Hope but the citizens know him as a dirty teenager insane enough to break his own bones in a school competition. He’s somehow related to AFO and is either a bomb for AFO, a Nomu-fied corpse doing AFO’s bidding, a target for Shigaraki, or a weapon against AFO that is falling apart at the seams. None of that is reassuring, so I can see why the crowd gets mad enough to make Izuku’s Danger Sense go off. The heroes need to take a moment to really empathize and understand the crowd’s fear and anger.

What’s missing from this scene? ALL MIGHT. The focus on Deku and the OFA/AFO quirks completely omits that Izuku is All Might’s handpicked successor, and that All Might used OFA as a force for good for decades. Jeany and Ochako confirmed Izuku is the special powerOFA holder, so it’s all out in the open except for how Izuku came to possess OFA in the first place. So much for Mt Lady and Endeavor’s media discussion in Ch.317! Also, as Lady Nagant told us, the HPSC was well aware of AFO and tracked his movements. AFO may have been a secret from the public, but was NOT a blind spot for heroes. Same with Gigantomachia — Gran Torino and Tsukauchi failed to capture him, but they knew of him and his association with AFO. (Nobody, including All Might, knew about the doctor and his quirk duplication prior to Hawks’s spy work and the hospital raid.)

I want to see all of this come into the open because the hero failures stem from All Might working alone in secret to stop existential threats while other heroes fought each other for table scraps. (Think of Manual, who is such a plain and underpowered hero, but was clutch during the war.) Heroes STILL aren’t working together, and to fight dual AFOs they are going to need every last bit of help they can get from each other, from students, and from citizens — quirked or not. Anyone who is willing or able to help should join in.

Unease is referenced in this chapter, and unease is what happens whenever All Might disappears. At first when All Might retires, Twice notes the widespread unease with Endeavor as the new #1. Endeavor himself notes his unease with becoming #1 by default rather than earning it. Shigaraki has a persistent unease with his past (pre-awakening), arguably because All Might never came to save Tenko.

Unease spreading through the citizens feeds into AFO’s win conditions perfectly. He WANTS as many fractured and walled-off groups as possible. To steal OFA and rule for eternity, he needs to prevent a “singularity” of will that opposes him.

Let’s see what happens next chapter — I still don’t think Ochako has quite hit her “light of hope” moment yet, and am not convinced this speech will be it. I do think she’s trying hard to humanize Izuku as the OFA holder, but the irony is, in doing so, she is denying he is a special person to her. Only a few humans are truly special at the societal level, but we all have friends and loved ones that think we are special. That’s right, you are loved, even if you don’t have OFA. You are loved even when you need saving. I think this is what All Might was getting at when he tells Izuku during the Sports Festival that there is something special in Izuku. All Might is saying he feels a connection and a trust with Izuku because they were both born quirkless, which makes Izuku special to All Might. This contrasts with Endeavor and Jeany, who view Izuku as special solely because he is the OFA wielder, and Izuku’s need to rest is in service to that duty rather than Izuku’s needs as a human.

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Gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss: Mrs Coulter, misogyny and the His Dark Materials TV show

The show went hard on misogyny as a vital part of Mrs Coulter’s backstory, and I want to talk about how they did it, and why, and how it might have been done better. This is quite long (when is anything I write not, let’s be real) so it’s under the cut. Read on for thoughts on women, power and fictional villainy.

As a quick disclaimer, though: I’ve enjoyed the show a lot! I’m so glad they made it! Ruth Wilson is mesmerising as Mrs Coulter! There’s so much to appreciate about the show overall, including many aspects of Mrs Coulter’s portrayal. But the HDM team have also made gender politics and misogyny very explicit themes of the show – particularly season two, particularly season two, episode five – and I think it’s fair to critique that.

Let’s be clear: Mrs Coulter is a villain. She murders kids by tearing out their souls. She kills and tortures friends and foes alike without a second thought. She abuses her daughter. She upholds and advances a totalitarian regime. She’s a Bad Person, as confirmed by God himself with the unforgettable line: “You are a cesspit of moral filth.” She’s fucking terrible, but, in life as in art, many of us are fascinated by how such awful people are made. What drives someone to commit atrocities? I am keen to see such questions examined in fiction, because I don’t think exploring a character necessarily means excusing their actions, and because it’s interesting (I mean, of course I find her fascinating, I’ve written a novel’s worth of fic about her). However, after a few snarky comments (“What sort of woman raised Father Graves, do you think?”) and some subtler commentary on sexuality, gender and power (her unsettling MacPhail with the key in the bra in S1E2), S2E5 drew a weird line between sexism in Mrs Coulter’s professional and academic life and her vast and senseless institutionalised child murder, and the longer I’ve sat with that the more I’m like: what the fuck?

Look, Mrs Coulter doesn’t tear apart children to search for sin inside them and poison Boreal and break a witch’s fingers because she’s experienced sexism in the workplace and in her education. That’s… a very odd thing to imply. We have to remember that there are lots of women in Lyra’s world, all of whom will also have experienced sexism, misogyny and other forms of marginalisation (many in more expansive and pernicious ways than Mrs Coulter, who’s a woman, yes, but also white, wealthy, highly educated and very thin and beautiful), and none of them are running arctic torture stations. She will have experienced misogyny, absolutely, and that will have affected her in various ways that inform how she approaches her work, but to imply that being denied a doctorate is the reason she became a sadistic killer is frankly bizarre. Here are a few of the lines from that episode with my commentary:

“Do you know who I could have been in this world?” What does this mean? If she’d been roughly the same person in our world, the answer is: Margaret Thatcher, which is probably a step down for Marisa, all things considered, because the Magisterium is far more autocratic than any recent Tory government and would be a much easier institutional environment in which to enact her cruelty. What we’re supposed to think, clearly, is that she’d have been a different person: a scientist and a mother, and she’s had this realisation because she saw a woman with a baby and a laptop and had a three-minute conversation with Mary. This doesn’t make sense. We live in our world! It’s less repressive than Lyra’s world but it’s hardly a gender utopia. If Mrs Coulter had chosen the scientist-and-mother life (which, as I’ll revisit later, she could have done in her world but chose not to because of her megalomaniac tendencies), she’d still have been affected by misogyny here too. Our world is not kind to young mothers, nor young women embroiled in scandals, nor is the world teeming with female physicists. It might be a little better, sure, but it’s hardly as if those gendered challenges would have been solved.

“What do you mean she runs a department?” This is just the show forgetting its own canon. Marisa, you ran a massive government organisation (the GOB), including a huge murder science research initiative in the Arctic. That’s a much bigger undertaking and much more impressive than running a university department in our world. Pull yourself together.

“But because I was a woman, I was denied a doctorate by the Magisterium.” This is the show flagrantly ignoring the source material to make a clumsy political point. In the books, there are women with doctorates (notably Hannah Relf, also a major player in the new Book of Dust trilogy) and at least one women’s college full of female scholars. Now, would that women’s college likely be underfunded and disrespected compared to the men’s colleges? Almost certainly. But saying that is different than saying “I couldn’t get my doctorate!” when women in Lyra’s world can. The show knew what point they wanted to make, and were willing to ignore canon to do so, which is frustrating. Also, given that there are female academics and scientists in Lyra’s world, and that Mrs Coulter is a member of St Sophia’s college, it’s clear that she could have lived that life if she so desired. But she didn’t want that, because being a scientist and academic at St Sophia’s imbues her with no real power, and that’s what she craves.

I’m not opposed, in theory, to exploring Mrs Coulter and misogyny in more depth, but I think doing so through an examination of the sexual politics of her life would have made a lot more narrative sense and been much more powerful. It’s better evidenced in the text – her using her sexuality to manipulate people and taking lovers for political sway is entirely canon, as is her backstory where genuine love and lust blew up her life – and it links much more closely with the most shocking of her villainy, which involves cutting out children’s dæmons to stop them developing “troublesome thoughts and feelings,” referencing sexual and romantic desire (and what Lyra and Will do to save Dust is clearly a big ‘fuck you’ to those aims). She even says this to MacPhail in TAS, “If you thought for one moment that I would release my daughter into the care - the care! - of a body of men with a feverish obsession with sexuality, men with dirty fingernails, reeking of ancient sweat, men whose furtive imaginations would crawl over her body like cockroaches - if you thought I would expose my child to that, my Lord President, you are more stupid than you take me for.” Don’t get me wrong, she’d have been a villain regardless, but I do believe that there’s a much stronger link between her sexual and romantic experiences and her murder work than between professional and academic stifling and child murder. It would have been a lot more interesting and a lot less tenuous.

However, the show is trying to be family-friendly, and digging into why this terrible, cruel woman might want to cut the ability for desire and love (and other non-sexual adult feelings, I’m sure) out of people could get dark. We know that the show doesn’t want to go there, because they’ve actively toned down her weaponising her sexuality: in the books, she has an established sexual relationship with Boreal, whereas the show made it seem like she’s been stringing him along all this time, and made it about potentially ‘sharing a life’ together rather than fucking, which was clearly the arrangement in the books. Also, I think Ruth Wilson said she and Ariyon Bakare filmed a “steamy scene” together, and given that only a single chaste kiss between them aired it must have been cut. I think they deliberately minimised the sexual elements of the text, particularly regarding Mrs Coulter (the mountain scene with Asriel, which I did still love, was also a lot less horny than in the book) and replaced that with another gender issue, that of professional sexism, as if the two are interchangeable, which they are not. This is a shame, both for Mrs Coulter’s character and also for the story as a whole, because the characters’ relationships with sex and desire are an important part of the books! (If this minimised sexuality approach means that they don’t use the TAS scene where Asriel threatens to gag her and she tries to goad him into doing it, I’ll scream). Overall, I think they missed the mark here, which is a shame because I also think it could have been done well, if they’d been bolder and darker and more thoughtful.

Why might this happen? Why might the show take this approach? Why might it be latched onto by viewers? Personally, I think the conversations we have about women and power are very simplistic, which leaves us in a tight spot when we see women seizing power for themselves (even in fiction) and weaponising that against others, not just other women but people of all genders, because we struggle to move past ‘women have overall been denied power, so them taking it ‘back’ is good,’ even if that immediately becomes a hot mess of white, corporate feminism and results in the ongoing oppression of many people. I think we are so hungry for representations of powerful women that we – producers and viewers alike – struggle to see them as bad, because it’s uncomfortable to be so intoxicated by Mrs Coulter effortlessly dominating the men around her, subverting systems designed to marginalise her for her own benefit, and generally being aggressive and intelligent and ruthless, and then realise that you are entranced by someone who is, objectively, a terrible, terrible person. It can be hard to realise that if you channelled the energy of someone who mesmerises you, you’d be the villain. So instead of sitting with that (more on this below), a lot of legwork goes into reworking her villainy into, somehow, a just act, a result of oppression, as her taking back power that has been denied to her, rather than grappling with the fact that for anyone to desire power in such a merciless way, even if they have to overcome marginalisation to get it, is really, really dangerous.

The joy, of course, is that Mrs Coulter is not real! She’s not real! Adoring fictional characters does not mean condoning their (imaginary) decisions, nor do stories exist for each person in them to fit neatly into a good or bad box so you know who you’re allowed to love. Furthermore, fiction can be a fabulous tool for exploring and interrogating the parts of yourself that, if left to bloom unexamined, might perpetuate beliefs or behaviour that cause harm to others. Mrs Coulter doesn’t need to be a feminist or taking down the patriarchy or a righteous powerful woman to illuminate things about gender, power and feminism for those reading and watching. In fact, it’s important that we explore what happens when women (most commonly white, wealthy women, as she is) continue to perpetuate brutal systems under the guise of sticking it to ‘men,’ because it happens all the time in the real world, and it’s a serious issue. Finding characters like Mrs Coulter so cool and compelling doesn’t make you a bad person, but it might tell you something about yourself – not that you want to be a villain or kill kids or whatever, but something about how you relate to your gender or women or men or power – and that knowledge can be useful! We all have better and worse impulses, and finding art that helps us make sense of ourselves, both the good and bad parts, is a gift that we should relish.

Anyway, tl;dr, Mrs Coulter doesn’t need to be sympathetic or understandable or redeemable to be brilliant – but you wouldn’t know that from how she’s been portrayed in the new adaptation.

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jerzwriter · 3 years

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Good to be home....

Book: Open Heart (post series)

Pairing: Ethan x F!MC (Casey MacTavish)

Rating: NSFW – If you choose to read this, you acknowledge you are 18 or older.

Summary: Shortly after Ethan & Casey make things official, Ethan leaves for a 1-month research initiative at the Mayo Clinic. Welcome to his return home...

Category: Smut / Romance

Warnings: Sexually explicit content; language

A/N1: This standalone story takes place between Chapter 8 and Chapter 9 of Delaying the Inevitable.

A/N2: Executive Indecisions: Delaying the Inevitable series is about a love triangle, so smut is a given; but sometimes it can get lengthy (hey, who doesn’t like lengthy smut?). Going forward, when there is lengthy smut that enhances the series but is not required to progress the story, I think I will let it live in its own little world. This way those who want the smut and not the series can have it, those who want the series and not (as much) smut can have it, and those who want it all (best choice!) can do that too. Right now it’s an experiment let’s see how it goes.

A/N3: Since this ties in with the DTI series, I am tagging DTI readers, if you do not wish to be tagged in this series, please let me know. 😊

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Casey could not refrain from pacing around Ethan’s apartment. And while most people would consider checking the time on her phone every five minutes excessive, she was actually quite pleased with herself because, just an hour ago, she had been checking every two minutes. And that, my friends, is what we call…progress!! After an excruciating month-long separation, Ethan completed his collaboration with the Mayo Clinic and was finally back in Boston! He phoned her the moment his plane landed in Logan, but a missing piece of luggage was impeding their reunion. Casey was still rather cross at Mother Nature for denying them their final night together before he departed, so she was not about to allow an airline’s incompetence to steal even one moment from them tonight. Resilient as always, she knew that in a time of crisis, a girl needed to do what a girl needed to do to get her man home.

Her lips twisted into a smirk. She was victorious! The only thing that stood between her and her beloved now was Boston traffic. She honestly felt for Ethan’s Uber driver, now that he was motivated, he was bound to be a difficult fare. She could just see him barking at the poor thing for not taking a shortcut just because it happened to be illegal.

A month was too long for them to be parted. As heartbreaking his stint in the Amazon had been on Casey, things were quite different now. They were no longer hiding nor in denial, they belonged to one another, and the extended separation felt almost unnatural. Receiving a text saying ‘I love you’ at 2:00 AM paled in comparison to feeling his warm breath on her ear as he whispered to her in his sleep. She naively believed a whiff of his aftershave would have appeased her when she longed for his scent, but the fragrance was unrecognizable if it were not layered on his warm skin. Most importantly, she underestimated the power he possessed to quell her anxiety and bring her peace with almost no effort at all. His caress alone delivered a serenity that never knew existed until he entered her life. It would be easy to reduce her desire to be in his arms to something of a carnal nature, but that did not suffice, it was a primal need. Their separation confirmed what she already knew, he was the half that made her whole and while she could survive without him, she did not want to. She looked at her phone once again and a smile met her lips, for she knew the wait was nearing its end.

She checked herself in the mirror, it was imperative to her that Ethan would need to take one glance at her way to understand just how much he had been missed. Her blonde locks were tousled just the way he liked them and his favorite perfume was on her wrists. Her black silk teddy skimmed every curve, and the lace thigh-highs already elicited her desired effect, but just wait until he saw them accompanied with her new black stilettos. As she walked past his closet she raised an eyebrow, recalling that nothing drove him wilder than finding her wearing one of his shirts, she decided to make a last-minute update to her ensemble. She slipped a favorite white button-down shirt over her shoulders, leaving it partially buttoned with a loose knot tied at her waist. She smiled at her reflection; this would do nicely.

Her eyes widened when she checked her phone again, she just missed a text from Ethan. See what happens when you don’t check your phone every 5 minutes!!! “Baby, I’m in the lobby ❤️”. She giggled at herself when she started spontaneously jumping up and down, he really did regulate her to being no more than a lovesick schoolgirl, and she was fine with that. Once she heard his key slide into the door, she knew any notion she had previously entertained of greeting him in a choreographed seductive pose was fruitless, for he had not even turned the knob when she jerked the door open to greet him.

Before he had a chance to admire the look she carefully put together, she was already upon him. Ethan beamed as her arms flung around his neck. Dropping his bags to the floor he pulled her flush against his body, his broad smile crashed against her lips before her tongue began to dance with his. For the first time in his 38 years he learned, it is possible to passionately kiss someone while smiling.

Casey peppered him with kisses, “Oh my God! Ethan! You’re home!! I missed you soooooo much!!”

He looked her over and let out a shuddering sigh, clearly, her efforts paid off. He kissed her passionately before saying, “I am home, baby, but can we move into the apartment please, because as unfortunate as it is for my neighbors, I am not willing to share you looking like that.”

Casey blushed; in her eagerness to reach him, she failed to realize that she stepped out into the hallway. Smiling, she grasped his hand and pulled him back into his home. His home. It was no longer a physical place, but it now resided within her.

Ethan was all over Casey the moment the door shut. His lips wrote paragraphs of little kisses atop her skin, each punctuated with breathless pants of ‘I love you’. Refusing to let go of her touch, he kept her hands in his when he stepped back to take in the vision that stood before him. His eyes were intoxicated, in his lifetime he never desired anyone, or anything more than he did her at that moment.

He raised a hand to her cheek, “Casey, you are exquisite. My God, how are you mine?” Without another word, he lurched forward lifting her onto his dining room table. He kissed her mouth, her neck, her ears, moaning “I missed you” repeatedly. He clutched her curls in his hand and inhaled them deeply, “I missed the scent of your hair.” Dragging his tongue down the side of her face he whispered, “I missed the taste of your skin.” Writhing beneath him, Casey let out a slow groan, “And, God, how I missed those beautiful sounds.”

Fighting her instinct to fully surrender to him then and there, Casey grabbed his face and started seductively into his eyes, “Then you should probably help me make more of them.”

Lust overtook him as he slid his hands under his shirt on her body; she was right, he found nothing more erotic. His fingers fumbled to undo the buttons; he was far too blind with desire to complete the menial task.

“Why did you have to button these,” he admonished.

“It was a mistake,” Casey gasped, “I’m sorry. I regret it.”

“Don’t! Just like I won’t regret this.” He forcefully ripped the shirt off her, casting it to her side then dropped his mouth to her; his wet tongue glided across her neck, her collarbone, her chest…

“Oh, I hope I didn’t grab one of the expensive ones,” she giggled.

“I really don’t give a shit if you did.”

With a grunt, he leaned forward and lifted her. She threw her legs around his back greedily rubbing against him as their hands and lips desperately grasped at each other. He gently tossed her onto his bed then he stood back to stare at the beautiful creature lying in wait before him. Leaning back Casey’s tousled locks cascaded along her beautiful face grazing her flushed pink skin; her legs were splayed haphazardly across his mattress, her teddy fell delicately between her legs, barely covering the voluptuous folds that eagerly awaited his touch. A gentle moan escaped her throat as she bit her lower lip eager for him to join her. As her crystal blue eyes, normally full of innocence, lustfully met his gaze he could feel them silently pleading with him for more. He was rendered speechless, how had an erotic angel fallen to earth for him and him alone? The cynical scientist who mocked the notions of fate and destiny found himself riveted, wondering what he possibly could have done to deserve the woman before him, yet he knew, that whatever it may have been, it could never have been enough.

“You’re magnificent, I don’t have the words to…” he trailed.

“Then don’t tell me, show me…”

The last syllable had not fallen from her lips when he was on her, embracing her in his strong arms, pulling at her hair, hungrily claiming her mouth and her body as his own. Casey felt her body throb as Ethan’s fingers slid under her teddy, rolling it to her waist. Ethan chuckled, “I see you’re not wearing any panties.”

“I felt it would be a waste,” she gasped.

“You were correct to think so.”

Grabbing her knees, he gruffly pulled her to the edge of his bed, lowering himself into the space between her legs. He felt himself harden as his mouth met her center, dripping with desire for him. As his hands roamed her body his tongue explored her cervices slowly and gently at first, reacquainting himself. But as her delicate moans grew into needy, desperate pleas he could no longer contain his voracity. Lifting his hand, he aggressively thrust two fingers inside her, her ensuing whimpers were his reward. Her head flung back and she bit her lips, her mind found it impossible to form words, he would have to rely solely on the sweet noises she offered as encouragement. He moaned against her body as his mouth ferociously serviced her. His free hand traveled slowly underneath her teddy, and he smiled when he reached his target, his initial tenderness all but disappeared as he squeezed her nipple relentlessly. Casey finally mustered up a single word: Ethan. She groaned his name with such depravity that it shook him to his core. She could no longer think, she could barely even feel, Ethan had her exactly where he wanted her, so enraptured she did not know where she ended and he began.

“Ethan, I... I” she attempted to speak, “I’m g…” but words were futile.

Lifting his head for but a moment, he encouraged her.

“Cum for me my baby. I’ve waited too long for this, cum for me now.”

Casey’s eyes clenched as a warm, red heat radiated throughout her body. Ethan grabbed her hands holding her arms in place as her she bucked uncontrollably. He continued lapping at her as she neared her peak then, with a violent shudder, the red turned to a blinding white light. Casey shot off the bed screaming Ethan’s name in surrender. Breathlessly she looked down at him, still nuzzled between thighs, and smiled. “Welcome home, baby.”

A devilish grin spread across his face as he attempted to climb on top of her, but it quickly faded when she held hands against his chest preventing him from coming closer.

“Oh, no you don’t,” she said flipping him on his back, “It is my turn now.”

Without breaking eye contact she undid pants and discarded them onto the floor. Stradling him, she removed his t-shirt and playfully pushed him against the headboard. He slid his hands underneath her teddy, taking his time to ensure he caressed every curve before pulling it off over her head. She had him mesmerized her pouty lips, the way her blonde curls fell just above her taut, pink nipples. With a coy grin he reached out to touch her, but Casey grabbed both of his wrists in her hands and held them above his head. She leaned over and taunted him allowing her breasts to hang just inches from his mouth.

“Dr. Ramsey, you need to understand that you are the patient, and I am in control right now. If you want to get all better, you need to do exactly as I say.”

She pulled him into a warm, seductive kiss and then retreated.

“Have I made myself clear?”

“Yes, Dr. MacTavish, I’m at your mercy.”

She leered at him salaciously then whispered in his ear, “That’s what I like to hear.”

“Now leave your hands where they are until I tell you that you can move them. If you disobey, I may have to tie you, or worse, you’ll just have to go without. So be a good boy.”

She sucked his earlobe slowly, feeling his body shiver underneath her, but his hands remained in place. “Good boy,” she whispered.

She licked a painfully slow trail down his neck to his chest, when her mouth met his nipple she flicked her tongue against it until she heard the exact moan she was longing for escape from his throat. She rewarded him by sucking harder and reaching down to caress his sac between her fingers. The sensation welled up inside him and his arms dropped slightly.

“Nah, ah, ah,” she groaned as her tongue moved onto his other nipple. “You know the rules, Dr. Ramsey. Please don’t force me to be mean to you on your first night back.”

Her eyes toyed with him as she wordlessly dared him to watch her while she continued to lick her way down to his chest, to his abs, stopping just before she reached the prize. Sliding lower she took his rock-hard length in her hands, eliciting an audible gasp from Ethan.

“Now, Dr. Ramsey,” she said teasing his tip with her finger, “It appears we have a situation here. Why are you already a bit… damp? I have not even touched you yet. Tsk, tsk, tsk, do you think this could be a result of being away from me for a whole month?”

His breath hitched, “You… you’re the doctor.”

“Yes,” she beamed, “I am, and the prescription is you can never be away from me that long again. But, for now, let me see what I can do to help you clean this up.”

Holding him in her hands, she lowered her mouth and softly swirled her tongue around his tip. The sensation overwhelmed him, causing his arms to fall to his side as his body shivered. Casey removed her mouth promptly.

“Did I instruct you to lower your arms, Dr. Ramsey?”

Looking down at her angelic face smiling up at him, drunk with power, he could not help but grin, it was such a fucking turn-on.

“I’m waiting?”

“No, mistress, you did not.”

She tilted her head feigning disappointment, “You’re lucky this is a special day and I do not wish to deny you. But remember, I will be correcting this behavior in the future. Am I clear?”

Without waiting for an answer, her mouth enveloped him almost in its entirety. The warmth and friction overtook Ethan, causing an explosion of light to erupt inside his head. He was completely under her control as the guttural noises escaping his throat set her already heightened arousal aflame. Ethan placed his hands on the back of her head forcing her to look up at him. She took that as a challenge and relaxing her mouth and the back of her throat, she slowly took him in deeper and deeper. Ethan stared at her in silent astonishment for as long as he could, but as the sensations became more intense, his head flung back. Desperately to regain control, he pulled the back of Casey’s hair and began thrusting into her mouth. Casey was not going to allow herself to be outdone, she welcomed his thrusts and began to stroke his shaft with her tongue each time he entered.

Overwhelmed Ethan pulled her off him. “That’s enough!” he yelled taking her in his arms. “I think it’s time you remember you’re the resident and I am your attending, Dr. MacTavish.”

“For a short time longer,” she playfully challenged.

“For tonight.”

He lifted her as if she were a precious porcelain doll and draped her across his bed. As he gazed down at her lying beneath him, her curls spilled out on his pillow, her fiery blue eyes seared into his, biting her lower lip as she attempted to suppress her need for him, he could cum just looking at her, but that was never his plan. Abruptly snapping her legs apart, he plunged deep inside of her. Casey let out a wanton shriek which only became more unhinged as he continued to pound against her. She was soft and supple around him, drenching him more with each thrust. He knew he would not last long, but he also knew he was not done with her yet. Moving his thumb over her clit he rubbed rapid circles into her as he continued to fuck her toward her release. Feeling her tense up around him he demanded, “One more time, baby, show me how much you missed me. Let it go, baby.”

The white light erupted again as Casey clenched so tight, she could feel herself strangling him within her. Covered in sweat her skin went from pink to red before she cried out in relief. Ethan watched her knowing damn well he had never seen anything more beautiful in his life. He only needed a few more thrusts before his body shuddered and he collapsed after releasing deep inside her.

He went to move off her, but she held him in place, she enjoyed the feel of his weight on top of her, it served as a reminder that he was home, where he belonged. Lying together sweating, pleasantly spent, and allowing their breathing to return to normal together was everything they had both desired since the day they last touched.

Ethan lifted his head to look at her, “I fucking love you, Casey, we can never be apart that long again – do you understand me?"

“I think it should be illegal,” she whispered.

He smiled “It should be.”

“Can we do this again, after we nap?”

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a-muffin-full-of-poetry · 2 years

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Hi! Can I request jumin with a reader who is a tsundere? Denies her feelings for jumin hardcore but blushes and looks away every time he tells mc his feelings and tells him to "not say such stupid things"? Is really blunt and sometimes down right ignores him while blatantly telling him she will never fall in love with him, and he needs to move on. While she genuinely is falling for him, just scared of love?

Hello again and yes, you can. Tsunderes are, reluctantly, near and dear to my heart. It’s all Mammon’s fault. I was a bit stumped with this one so I sort of turned it into more of a dialogue exercise so it’s far more dialogue heavy than usual. Sorry, it’s taken so long ^^;

Summary: you're a tsundere and you like Jumin, the struggle intensifies.

Warnings: swearing and you're a little mean to Jumin I'm sorry ;-;

You really, really, really didn’t like Jumin. Nope, not at all. Why would you? It wasn’t like he had the most adorable face and that little head tilt he did when he was confused wasn’t cute. That just wasn’t true.

So Seven suggesting you did like him was complete nonsense. And you weren’t going to let it fly.

I don’t.

Huh?

I don’t like Jumin. Have you met him, there’s no way I could love someone like that.

That conversation happened, like, half an hour ago. But thanks for your thoughts and feelings.

I’m being totally serious Seven.

So am I, can’t you see it on my face?

No, we cannot see it through the screen.

Ah! The man of the hour! Jumin, hello.

Hello Luciel. MC.

Him and his stupid--ugh. You could hear his voice through the text. That low, soothing tone he always had over the phone. More than anything, it just endeared you more annoyed you beyond belief.

Jumin, do you like MC?

He doesn’t.

Like?

Yeah, you know? Like as in looooooove.

I hate it here, stop it.

This is incredibly funny, I can’t.

I suppose that is a way of describing it however I wouldn’t use those words particularly.

Holy... shit...

No. No way. What? That didn’t just happen, surely you had miss read it. So, you reread it. Again. And again. And again. One last time just for a confirmation and then you practically chucked your phone across the room.

More than anything you were glad that Seven couldn’t see the way you buried your face into the palm of your hands and breathed heavily. You pointedly ignored how burning hot your face felt when you emerged to grab your phone and read the rest.

MC’s ran off, can’t believe they’ve done this.

I should call them, perhaps this was not the place to say it. Although, I couldn’t pass up the opportunity that fell at my feet.

Dude, I don’t know why you’re trying to justify it to me.

Nor do I, it isn’t your concern.

Flattered I can hear it. If you and MC get married, do I get Ellie rights because I set you two up?

No.

So mean!

That wouldn’t happen anyway Seven, we’re not getting married.

What’s this? Trouble in paradise!?

Luciel.

You need to learn not to say such stupid things Jumin, I don’t like you like that and I never will. I can promise you that now.

Rejected. Rejected, you just got rejected!

It wasn’t illegal to forcibly take Sevens phone away, put it in a safe, hire a boat into the middle of the Atlantic ocean and toss it over the side was it? Because you were more than tempted to do that with the current direction of the conversation.

Seven, shut up.

You’re clearly meant for each other, you’re both so mean to me.

When you act like that, I will be.

Sorry, I must get going. If you’ll excuse me.

For some reason, his swift departure sent a sharp pang through your heart and you felt like you had been too harsh. Had you been? There wasn’t anything that you had said that wasn't true, he had to know now.

Because you couldn’t... not again, you couldn’t give everything and lose it all. The last time you had barely pulled yourself together, you wouldn’t—couldn’t—put yourself in that position again.

But just as you felt the growing vine of guilt squeezing at your heart, your phone lit up with another notification.

To MC

From Jumin

I didn’t feel the conversation was very helpful in front of Luciel.

So I decided to message you privately, if that’s okay with you.

To Jumin

From MC

Why wouldn’t it be?

To MC

From Jumin

From the impression I got, I didn’t think you’d appreciate hearing from me.

But now that I have your attention, there’s a conversation we need to have.

Play dumb, just play dumb...

To Jumin

From MC

Yes, there is.

Idiot...

To MC

From Jumin

Glad we’re on the same page then.

To Jumin

From MC

I was completely serious about everything I said.

To MC

From Jumin

So was I.

Oh, how you wished you could press your face into a pillow. How had he taken the little resolve you had and crushed it into pieces in just minutes. If you gave him much else, how far could he go? Part of you wanted to know, the other part, the scared little part of you relying on memories of broken hearts and wasted time, was telling you to leave and never find out.

To MC

From Jumin

Perhaps it was a bit out of character, but I can assure you it’s something I’ve been wanting to say.

To Jumin

From MC

I never questioned your intent or your seriousness. I just don’t think you should tell me this and waste your time.

To MC

From Jumin

It’s not a waste of time, it is simply a chance I’m willing to take. If you say no, that’s that and I will say nothing else.

Not a waste of time... a chance...?

No. No you couldn’t.

To Jumin

From MC

You can try but my mind won’t be changed. Again, I’d simply be wasting your time.

To MC

From Jumin

If you’re giving me an open invitation to try, then it wouldn’t be a waste of my time.

I know how you feel about me, how you feel about relationships and I am more than happy to accept a ‘you can try’.

Damn this man. You could say no, you knew he would back off if you said something to the effect of ‘seriously, the answer is no’. But the last person to try to win you over had left without a goodbye, you weren’t sure if you could survive this.

Yet, you wanted to see if you could.

To Jumin

From MC

Then, you can try.

You hoped to God you wouldn’t regret this.

━━━━━━━━━▼━━━━━━━━━

Honestly, regretting it would be easier than where you were. From a logical stand point, months of this ‘sorta, maybe, yeah okay’ should’ve progressed into actual dating, but you couldn’t bring yourself to admit Jumin was right.

If you did, he’d give you that annoyingly handsome smirk, that mischievous glint that was almost certainly followed by a “I told you so.”

And he’d say it with that playful lilt.

For a man so prim and proper, you were almost shocked he could be like this in any way. Playful was not a word to describe Jumin Han, but then again, he wasn’t a machine. Perhaps a CEO’s way of having fun was always being right.

Which, funnily enough, sounds just about right.

“MC.”

Speaking of, you turned on his couch to see him enter the penthouse. Elizabeth jumped from where she was beside you, running and rubbing against his legs. A low chuckle left him. “Hello Elizabeth, I did not forget about you.”

As he bent down to gather her into his arms, he caught your eye and smiled—soft and light, just for you. “I wasn’t expecting to find you here today.”

Your face was aflame, you knew that much, but your mouth twitched into a smile. “Thought I’d surprise you. I promised to show you that new restaurant, remember? Next stop on your adventure of becoming a broke college student.”

“I could just ask the chef,” he said, eyebrow raised.

“Where’s the fun in that?” you asked, standing from the couch, attempting to ruffle his hair. Unfortunately, he had grown used to you and you were shorter than he was, meaning he caught your hand before it even got close.

“You know I’ll indulge you in whatever you want, my love.” He brought your palm to his lips. Although caught off guard, you had a feeling he would do that. “But perhaps we can stay here and eat, I’m rather tired today.”

It was funny, months of this ‘kind of’ had brought some sort of acceptance of casual affection. But you would have to work on taking the initiative at some point. For now, Jumin was more than happy to shower you in his adoration.

Maybe taking the initiative to show how you cared could start today. “Of course we can, I’m sorry, I should’ve thought about that.”

“Never be sorry, this was a welcomed surprise.” He steered you back to the couch, which you gratefully took a seat on. These heels Jumin had bought you were hard to wear and completely unnecessary considering you weren’t actually going out. You hoped he didn’t mind as you took them off, placing them just beside you. Elizabeth didn’t, that was for sure. She was more than happy to rub against it.

Jumin had moved about his house, taking layers off his suit as he went in some sort of organised dance. His ability to do something so neatly and gracefully when that would usually result in a tornado of mess was astounding. “Love, you want anything to drink.”

“Not really.” A lie, but you sort of just wanted to cuddle up and hear about his day. You just couldn’t say that out loud, it was embarrassing.

Thankfully, you didn’t need to. One look at you and he was already on the couch, a suitable distance to allow for either of you to opt out, but when nothing was said, you came together in a mutual agreement.

If there was one thing you loved about this, it was how you seemed to just know when to move, know when the other needed something or when they wanted anything. It was a feeling you hadn’t really felt before—this comforting safety was almost too much. His arms enclosed your body against him.

“Jaehee says hello,” he began after a moment, “she seemed to think I’d be seeing you soon.”

“Jumin, what did you say?” You smiled up at him, you couldn’t help it. He matched it with one just as blindingly soft as usual.

“Nothing, I just saw something I thought you might like, your birthday is coming up after all.”

This was where you wanted to be, it was hard to deny that now. But, you were getting better at admitting it. You might not be able to say it yet, but you didn’t have to because he knew.

There was something wonderful about that.

#jumin x reader #jumin han #mysme 707 #he has a little cameo #i can't resist 707 having fun and making fun of jumin apparently #mystic messenger fanfic #mystic messenger #i can't spell forgive me

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Lifeline - Part 11

Summary: (First Responders!AU) Moving to Los Angeles and living with your brother, Thor, was never part of your plan nor was being a 9-1-1 dispatcher, but plans change when you are faced with your own emergencies. In your case, it was leaving behind a relationship that wasn’t as perfect as it seemed. Will this be the fresh start you were hoping for or will your past find a way to catch up with you?

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Odinson!Sister Reader

Word Count: 2500+

Warnings: Heart attack, fluff, angst, language

Lifeline Masterlist / Main Masterlist

It was a slow day at the call center, which was a good thing, and you couldn’t help but wonder what Steve was planning. Earlier, he texted you, asking if you wanted to get lunch together, and you accepted. It’s been a couple of weeks since you hung out and had a movie night, but since then, you’ve hung out a few other times at your house watching movies and talking. It was innocent fun, nothing serious, two friends enjoying each other’s company. But, you did fall asleep on him one night after a late shift, but luckily, he didn’t seem to mind. Neither of you labeled them as dates because neither of you were looking for a relationship. You both joked about them being dates though, but they never blossomed into anything, even though one night you hoped they would.

Your phone line ringing pulled you from your daydream. “911, what’s your emergency?”

“Um...my daddy can hardly breathe?”

“Okay, hold on for a second, sweetie.” The address popped right up since she was calling from a landline and you dispatched an ambulance to their location. It was much easier to send help when they called from landlines; cell phones were tricky because you needed to go through the carrier if you needed to get their exact location. “The ambulance is on their way.”

“Good...they need to get here real fast,” the little girl said in a calm voice.

“Okay, sweetie, what’s your name?

“Duranna Dey. My daddy’s name is Rhomann Dey.”

“Okay. How old are you, Duranna?

“I am five years old.”

“Okay, Duranna, I need to know if your father is still awake?”

“Yeah. He called 911-- then couldn’t really talk--he gave me the phone then.”

“Your dad is a smart man. Duranna, is your front door unlocked?”

“Uh…is our front door unlocked, Daddy? Uh, no.”

“Okay, Duranna, can you go and unlock the front door for me?”

“Sure…okay, I am going to go. Don’t worry, Daddy!” You heard shuffling over the line. “Front door unlocked.”

“That’s good, Duranna. Now can you go ask your dad if this has ever happened to him before?”

“Yeah,” she said as you heard shuffling through the phone. “Dad, has this ever happened before? He says no, and he is still awake.”

“Good. Can you ask him if he has any kind of chest pain?”

“Do you have chest pain? Yes, yes, he does.”

“Okay, hold on for a second, okay, Duranna.”

“Okay,” she replied.

You radioed the paramedics over your headset and told them the situation so they would know what they were walking into upon their arrival.

“I’m back, Duranna. Is he still awake?”

“Yeah, we’re in our jammies. Is that going to be okay, or should we get changed?”

“No, that will be fine,” you smiled at her question. “I need you to stay with your dad to make sure he stays awake.”

“Okay. I got it. Stay calm, Dad.” You could hear sirens coming over the line. “They are here now; should I hang up?”

“Yes, Duranna, you can hang up.”

“Okay, thank you, bye.”

The line went dead, and you couldn’t help but smile. Duranna was one strong, calm, brave little girl in her given situation, where some adults wouldn’t be. It was surprising, and you couldn’t help but praise her parents. You sighed, taking off your headset and setting it on the table as you went on your lunch break.

When you walked out of your building, you saw Steve standing outside holding onto a leash with a beautiful golden retriever attached to it. You smiled, walking right up to them and crouched down to pet him.

“Awww, you must be Cosmo,” you cooed, scrunching up his face in your hands, and quickly licked your cheek. “You’re so cute, yes you are.”

“He wanted to meet you. Wouldn’t shut up about it all morning,” Steve grinned under his baseball cap.

“Well, it is lovely to meet you, too,” You added, bopping him on the nose. You stood up, smiling at Steve. “What are we doing for lunch?”

“Since I brought Cosmo, I thought we could take a stroll through the park. I know there are a few food trucks in the area we could check out.”

“Sounds fun,” you smirked, walking next to Steve with Cosmo out in front. “How has Cosmo been adjusting?”

“He’s doing better. He’s a little off at certain times during the day, but the vet says it’s pretty normal, and it’s all a part of the process.”

“Well, he looks happy.” You let out a soft chuckle, watching Cosmo look around with his tongue hanging out. “And he is so cute.”

“Thanks for the compliment. You know dogs do take after their owners,” he winked, forcing you to roll your eyes.

“Okay, wise guy,” you scoffed, nudging him in his side. “How’s Station 107?”

Steve cleared his throat. “Your brother gave me permission to ask you out a while ago, and he keeps reminding me about it.”

You chuckled. “Did he? Clearly, he doesn’t know how much of a guy you are.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You come off all innocent, but let’s be real, you’re a real troublemaker.”

“I will neither confirm nor deny that information,” he chuckled, waving it off as you shake your head at him.

“It’s crazy how he gave you permission, yet you haven’t done anything about it?” You questioned, narrowing your eyes at him. “And here's Cosmo, who by the way I just met, and he has already gotten further with me than you have.”

“That hurts.” Steve feigned a pained look, holding his hand over his heart. “In my defense, I didn’t want you to feel pressured or pushed into something you weren’t ready for.”

“You never did, and that’s what makes you a good man, Steve,” you confessed, seeing his signature smirk spread across his face. “But, my life is enough of a mess as it is, and I wouldn’t expect you or anyone else to try and take that on.”

“That’s not it at all. I’m not worried about what happened in your past. I mean, I hate what you had to go through, but it’s never going to scare me off.”

You had no words. No comeback. All you could do was smile. You reached over and grabbed a hold of his hand. “Friends, hold hands, right?”

“Yeah, last time I checked,” he grinned, squeezing your hand. You felt your face heat up under his gaze as you looked away. You tried to weld your lips together, but it was no use. You had a feeling a smile would be plastered on your face all through lunch.

You and Steve settle on getting Mexican at Wade’s Chimichangas truck when you noticed the other truck was an ice cream truck. You stood in line and noticed the guy taking orders was very chatty and looked oddly similar to Ryan Reynolds.

“Next, oh, and what a cute couple you two are,” the Ryan Reynolds look-alike said. “I’m Wade, owner of Wade’s Chimichangas. Oh, and this sugar bear with the mustache behind me is Peter W. He saw my want ad in the paper, and he was an instant hire.” He smiled, but then it quickly turned into a frown. “This is actually the second time I hired him, the first time is when I hired him to be a part of X-force, and he died early on. Then, I time-traveled back in time after stealing this special watch from your universe's Thanos and brought Peter back to life at the end. Oops, spoiler alert,” he shrugged, staring at the empty space beside you.

“I’m sorry,” Steve asked, furrowing his eyebrows as he tried to gauge the situation.

“Sorry,” he smiled. “This--” he twirled his finger in the air “--this is the wrong universe. Well, that universe technically doesn’t exist anymore since Mickey Mouse bought out Fox, and I’m not talking about the cute fox from Fox and the Hound either. No siree, this Fox was more expensive than my favorite shoe company’s net worth.” He shook his head back and forth, chuckling. “It’s going to be crazy fun! My place is safe and secure, but can’t say the same for that Australian Showman.” He nodded but stopped when a realization dawned on him. “Oh wait, dammit, he got out a few years too early. What a shame, he’s gonna miss out on some really big paychecks, but who cares about that guy anyway,” he signed. “Anyways, what can I get you two?”

“I’ll take the Almost Famous Chimichanga with rice,” Steve ordered.

“Oh, being safe and not going with beans, smart move, Captain,” Wade replied with a wink. “And for the lady and canine?” You gave Wade your order and ordered Cosmo a simple taco.

“Cosmo doesn’t need a taco,” Steve added, shaking his head.

“So, no taco for the canine? I am taking copious notes here.” You looked to Wade to see him licking his lips with a pen and small notebook pad in his hand.

“Yes, taco,” you answered, and Cosmo barked.

“Majority wins. Fire up the stove, Peter. It will be a couple of minutes, folks,” Wade announced. “If only there was a superpower to make food. I mean, he or she, I’m not sexist, could solve world hunger with just a flick of their wrist or magic wand.”

“Wow, that guy must be going through something,” Steve uttered loud enough for you to hear as you both moved down the side of the truck to the pickup area.

“Captain, you have no idea,” Wade looked over his shoulder and shot you both a tight smile. “Am I right, Peter?”

“He is,” Peter nodded, placing an order on the serving counter. “Order for the lovely couple and a taco for the gorgeous golden retriever.

“Thanks, Peter.” You pulled your wallet from your purse, but when you looked up, Steve was already handing Peter some cash.

“My treat,” he replied, answering your silent question.

“Next time, it’s on me.”

“Deal,” Steve smirked, getting his change back from Peter.

“Is he a Purebred?” Peter asked, looking down at Cosmo with a smile.

“I’m not sure I rescued him.”

“That’s incredible. My wife, Susan, and I thought about adopting, but she’s been training hard with her personal trainer, Gus, a few times a week, so we weren’t sure if we were ready for a dog. I mean, some of the workouts can last like four hours, but it is doing wonders for her, and it shows.”

“Well, when you both feel ready, give adoption a chance.”

“I will. I’m sorry to keep you from your date with all the questions.”

“Hey, it’s alright,” Steve waved it off. “That’s how you keep customers coming back, right?”

“That’s right,” Peter chuckled. “Thanks for choosing Wade’s Chimichangas. Have a good afternoon, folks.”

You grabbed your’s and Cosmo’s baskets, and Steve grabbed his, making your way over to the open benches near the sidewalk. You plopped down with Steve taking the spot next to you, and Cosmo sat right in front of you, wagging his tail and waiting for his taco. You smirked at him, tearing off a piece and giving it to him.

“Are you getting the feeling that Susan is cheating on Peter, too?” Steve asked, taking a bite of his chimichanga.

“Yes, I thought I was the only one thinking that,” you answered, shaking your head. “Poor guy, he seems like a good one, too.”

A comfortable silence fell between you two as you ate. It was tasty, better than you expected it would be; you weren’t sure if it was the seasoning or sauce, but you would be a returning customer. Cosmo whined, staring into your eyes as you tore off another piece and gave it to him.

Steve smirked. “You’re gonna teach him to be a beggar.”

“Don’t listen to your dad. If you want to be a beggar, you be a beggar.” You patted him on the head, and he licked your hand.

“Wow,” Steve mouthed, making you hit him on the arm. He cracked a contagious smile, leaning into you, and you couldn’t help but laugh as you pushed him off you.

“You’re such as ass sometimes.”

“I am one of LA’s finest asses according to Sam,” he replied, forcing you to scoff.

_______

Taking the last bite of your lunch, you glanced at Steve, finishing off his chimichanga. He wiped his lips with his napkin and winked at you. You rolled your eyes, leaning forward and rubbing Cosmo on the head. You didn’t want to go back to work. All you wanted to do was hang out with Steve and Cosmo for the rest of the day. You sighed, looking down at your watch.

“Should we start heading back?” Steve inquired, placing a hand on your forearm. You looked at his hand, a shy smile appearing on your face.

“Uh yeah, we probably should.”

He stood up, offering his hand, which you took without hesitation. He squeezed your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours, sending a warm, comforting sensation flow through your body. You could feel your face grow warm as you stared at Cosmo walking in front of you. You bit your lip, peeking over at Steve, not missing the smirk you were beginning to love appear across his lips.

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He pulled you to stop in front of your building, letting go of your hand, and you turned to face him. “Thanks for getting lunch with me and for bringing Cosmo. It was nice to meet him.” You smiled down at the dog, wagging his tail with his tongue hanging out.

“I think he enjoyed meeting you, too,” He chuckled, running a hand through his hair. “Listen, I don’t know if you’ve heard about this yet, but there is this first responders charity grill out slash softball tournament this weekend. I was wondering if...”

“Yeah,” you interrupted him. “Thor already invited me, and I was planning on going.”

“Cool.” He nodded, clenching his jaw. “But, I was curious if you wanted to be my date?”

You rubbed your lips together, a smile itching its way across your lips. “Did you finally have the nerve to ask me out?” You nudged him with your elbow repeatedly until he cracked a smile.

“Like I said, I didn’t want to pressure you into anything.” He sighed, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans.

“No, it’s not that. I’m just surprised you’re already planning a second date, and we aren’t even done with the first one yet.”

His jaw dropped open as quickly as he snapped it shut. If you weren’t watching him, you would have missed it. “I never said this was a date.”

“Yeah, but Cosmo told me it was, so who do you think I’m gonna believe. The guy I have been hanging out with or a dog willing to share all your secrets with me.” You shrugged with both hands in front of you, trying to weigh out your best option.

“Cosmo,” Steve looked down at his dog, shaking his head. “You can’t be telling YN all my secrets.”

“He’s a talker. Aren’t you Cosmo?” You cooed, making him bark in agreement. You smiled, reaching out to scratch his head one last time. You peeked up at Steve, not missing the gentle smile fading from his lips.

“How about it, YN? Do you want to go out on another date with me?”

“Yeah,” you grinned, nodding your head. “I’d like that.”

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AN: Thanks for reading Part 11! We are over halfway through this story and there is so much more to come! And I am excited to share it with you all! The call about the daughter and father actually was something that happened and became national news a long time ago. I came across it while I was trying to find some 911 type calls/scenarios, and figured Rhomann and Duranna Dey would be a good fit for it. And she finally got to meet Cosmo! He is actually the dog from Guardians of the Galaxy! It is just a small cameo in that movie, but I love throwing in those easter eggs if you haven’t figured that out yet, haha! Did you like the Wade Wilson and Peter W cameo?! I thought it would be an entertaining addition and Wade breaking that fourth wall is always a fun time! The slow burn may finally be coming to an end. Let's just hope this charity softball tournament/grill-out date turns into a success! As always, thanks for reading, and don't forget comments are always welcome!

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