#Best Car Speakers Review

[swainauto]

[s-awturn]

Day Off || F1 Grid

cw: nothing but superficiality, cuteness, intimate but not obscene moments, sharing moments, mention of gossip. Just pilots resting

starring: LH44, CS55, CL16, LN4, OP81, MV1

a/n: I had this written a couple of days ago, but Tumblr just "ate" the only file I had and I lost everything. I was so mad I didn't even want to write anymore, but damn, This is too good a HC to waste, so okay, let's try again (remembering to save periodically this time ����

LEWIS HAMILTON:

You and Lewis had created a reading list to complete throughout the year, you bet there were about a hundred books on the list, titles ranging from classic literature, biographies, poems, and contemporary literature. Books that you and Lewis wanted to read together or the books you thought the other should read.

So it was common for the two of you to spend the pilot's day off reading in bed while listening to blues or jazz on the speakers. You read together, wrote reviews of the books you read and discussed them.

He was reading Percy Jackson and the Mark of Athena and you were reading Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka.

"So? What did you think?" He asked, marking the page he was on, Lewis had just started the last chapter and you had already finished reading.

"He does go through a metamorphosis and it's extremely unpleasant to imagine, but I've read more unpleasant books," you confessed, putting the book on the bedside table. "Four stars, and you?"

He snorted "Piper is so boring, damn she only knows how to think about Jason and how she doesn't like being the daughter of Aphrodite, so boring"

"God, yes! I don't like her either... Anyway, I'll wait for you to finish, and then we can choose the next one."

"Sure, honey," he kissed her temple and returned to reading just as Etta James began to sing "At Last." You settled into it, petting Roscoe as he lay beside you. This is the best way to enjoy your day off.

CARLOS SAINZ:

Carlos was at a stage where he wanted you to learn golf to play with him, after all the sport was a tradition for him and the Spaniard wanted you to be part of it, but you were terrible. You were really bad at golf, but that didn't make he want to teach you any less.

And well, you didn't like golf either, you didn't understand the sport, the scoring was weird, there were at least half a dozen different clubs and you couldn't even cheer.

But at least the clothes were cute and the cars were cool.

"Let's go, amor, I'll teach you," he said, going to pick you up in the golf cart. Lando, who was accompanying them this time, leaned his body on the golf club, waiting.

"Carlos, I'm terrible at this, you know," you grumbled, taking the bat he offered you. Carlos was a persevering man, you had to admit. He stood behind you, teaching you again how to perform the shot, instructing you to separate your legs and take a deep breath.

"I bet you five bucks she'll throw the ball in the lake"

"Shut up, Lando," you both said.

You followed his instructions and hit the ball...

...that fell into the lake.

"I knew"

"Shut up, Lando"

CHARLES LECLERC:

A day off for Charles meant you would get to visit his favorite spots, from a famous restaurant to a little coffee shop tucked away in a city alley. Sometimes he would take you to the south of France to see some chateau, other times he would just rent a chalet for you to be together in privacy, and you had lost count of how many times they had gone to Italy to see the vineyards and villas on the border with Monaco.

This time, you were preparing for a slightly longer itinerary, you had suggested visiting the Grace Kelly exhibit before heading to the cottage he had rented for the weekend.

"Got everything you need, mon cher?" He asked, wrapping his arms around her waist in a sweet hug.

"It depends, I know we're going to see the Grace Kelly exhibit, but I have no idea where we're going after, you say a cottage and I don't know whether to bring a bikini or coats" you mumbled, looking at her handbag.

"Take both just in case, you know spring can have unpredictable weather"

"Are you saying that so you don't give me a hint about where we're going?" You turned in his arms, facing the pilot. "That's not fair."

"You'll like it, mon ange, I promise"

"At least tell me if it's still in Monaco..." You tried to persuade him, sliding your nails lovingly along his chin, making the Monegasque shiver and let out a heavy breath.

"You're not taking me to the siren song, pretty girl." He gave you a quick kiss and a light slap on your ass before leaving. "We'll leave in fifteen minutes."

LANDO NORRIS:

Lando's downtime with you was spent playing games, you thought it was counterproductive to fuel his competitiveness when he should have been resting, but this routine of games with you made him much calmer and more relaxed when he returned to work. Ironic? Yes, but it worked.

You two played anything, Monopoly, Naval Battle, Game of Life, Detective, W.A.R, Uno, even checkers or cards. Any game was fair game.

The problem is that you got really competitive, your friends even gave up trying to play with you because the game turned into a battlefield.

"You lowlife cheater, did you really throw a +4 at your fiancée?!" You yelled at him, Lando laughed and blew you a kiss before dodging the pillow you threw at him.

"You know how things work, honey. Just because I love you doesn't mean I'm going to let you beat me."

"This will come back!" You bought the four cards he forced you to. "I really hate you."

"And you are the love of my life"

"Die, you jerk," you snapped and he laughed.

Lando could feel all the tension leaving his shoulders, playing with you always made him relax, no matter how aggressive and passionate you became in the game.

OSCAR PIASTRI:

Considering that Oscar was always traveling and there were few really usable pages in his schedule, any time the two of you could have together should be taken full advantage of, and For both of them, there's nothing better than an afternoon of movies.

You two had created a list of movies on Letterboxd and the chosen one of the day would be Interstellar.

Oscar was making popcorn while you were arranging the blankets and pillows on the couch, so what if it was the height of summer in Australia? There in the apartment, the air conditioning was hovering below fifteen degrees, keeping the room at a favorable climate for you and your boyfriend to cuddle while watching astronauts lost in space.

"I thought you were going to choose Anatomy of a Fall," he muttered, placing the food on the coffee table, popcorn with cheese, assorted snacks, chocolates and ice cream and of course, lemon soda.

"I was dubious, but you know I love any movie that has Matthew McConaughey in it," you said, getting under the covers, accompanied by Oscar, "and of course, The movie's soundtrack is perfect, I use it to study..."

"Have you watched it?"

"No, I was waiting for you, but I discovered the playlist... I'll send you the link, you'll love it"

He hummed in agreement and you pressed play on the movie, Many times you paused the film to comment on something or express your theories. It made the movie session better, Oscar didn't mind listening to you talk about it and you loved his theories.

It was, without a doubt, the best way to enjoy the break.

MAX VERSTAPPEN:

He would rather be playing, sleeping or, I don't know, watering the plants, but you always dragged him to a skin care session. You spread different creams on his face, plucked some extra hairs from his eyebrows, trimmed his beard.

As much as he denied it, Max learned to enjoy it, being taken care of by you was one of his guilty pleasures. And it all got better when you started gossiping without any trace of shame. He talked about what went on behind the scenes in F1 and you shared news about work and your condominium.

"I'm still sad that Logan was let go, he had a lot of future," you said, sliding the massage stone across his face, spreading the serum into his skin.

"He's a good kid, unfortunately he wasn't ready for Formula One yet, he came in too early and couldn't adapt well... I hope he can find his place" he grumbled, sighing at the gentle massage on his cheekbones.

"Yes... Williams was very ungrateful to him and I won't elaborate on that" you said a little bitterly and Max laughed, you always positioned yourself as a defender of the poor and oppressed.

"Yes... I won't elaborate on that either... It's better"

You both were silent until you clicked your tongue.

"Uh, I almost forgot to tell you, last week there was a horrible fight at the condominium meeting.

He opened his curious eyes "You can tell me everything, dear"

"The neighbor at 1165 caught her husband with the building manager and the building manager's husband in her bed"

"What the fuck?! Are you kidding?!"

You laughed, putting away the massage stone and sliding your fingers firmly over Max's face "you had to see it, she put together a PowerPoint with photos and screenshots of the conversations"

Max laughed out loud "damn, I wish I had seen..."

"It was a real fight, they argued and everything, it was really fun to watch"

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[lexabitxh]

S.W | Drunk Confession

summary: y/n gets a bit too drunk, and confesses her feelings unknowingly to sam winchester.

perspective: third person.

word count: 1837

The night was young and the Winchesters & l/n had finished up a case that took several days. It felt good to win. It was a pride and joy feeling they got to feel other than guilt and disappointment from other unsuccessful cases.

"Another round, on me."

Y/n said as she signaled the bartender and pointed at their empty shot glasses. It's been a long day and genuinely, they all needed this. A moment to unwind after a long week of hunting.

"You sure you haven't had enough?"

Sam said as he looked a little concerned. Y/n scoffed, "Now I understand why your brother calls you so uptight. Stop being such a chick, Sam" she said, while taking down another shot of rum.

Sam felt the need to be the one sober for the night. Usually he'd drink a few shared beers with Dean, but being that Y/n was tagging along, it required someone responsible to take care of the two. Dean let out a chuckled, "I'm starting to like her" he said, pointing at her while popping a fry into his mouth. Sam rolled his eyes in annoyance at the two's behavior, they always acted so childish.

•

"Dean, you're drunk-"

"I'm not drunk, I'm awesome" Dean slurred his words, laughing as he clinked his glass of beer with Y/n. They've been drinking for hours and slowly but surely they were starting to feel the effects of the alcohol. Sam shook his head in disappointment, not sure what to do anymore.

"Stop being such a party pooper, Sam and loosen up a little. Just have one drink with us." she insisted while playfully nudging his shoulder with hers.

You'd think since you can't beat them, you might as well join them... but being that Sam was... well Sam, he'd spend the rest of his night looking after the two, hoping they wouldn't get themselves into any trouble.

•

'Na-na-na, come on

Na-na-na, come on'

S&M was blasting through the speakers, while Sam drove the car back to their motel. Dean sat in the passenger seat, his window rolled down as he was swaying his upper body to the beat, bopping his head to the rhythm. Y/n sat in the back, her hands in the air while singing to the top of her lungs.

She could feel the liquor coming up to surface, but managed to contain herself together. She knew if she were to throw up inside the impala, Dean would kill her himself and dispose of the body without a sweat.

'Love is great, love is fine (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)

Out the box, outta line (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)'

Sam kept glancing from Dean to Y/n, laughing just a little. He's never seen this side of Dean before. It was nice seeing him all loose and happy, it's as if everything they've done in life so far, all the good and bad things had disappeared for the time being.

"'Cause I may be bad, but I'm perfectly good at it. Sex in the air, I don't care, I love the smell of it!!" Y/n sang while Dean tried his very best, but fail miserably as most of his words came out sounding gibberish.

Sam contained his laughter as he kept glancing through the review mirror, watching Y/n dance with a drink in her hand, her eyes closed for the most part, but even so, she looked enticing. The way she was feeling herself. Her lips, her eyes, the was she felt the music through her body.

At one point he lost control of the wheel, causing every one of them to jerk just a little. "Eyes in the road, buddy" Dean said as he took another swig from his beer. Sam looked back only to find that Y/n was no longer in his eyes-of-sight.

"Y/n?" He did a quick look-over only to find her slumped in the backseat, passed out. "Great."

•

Sam pulled into the motels parking lot, putting the car in park before turning off the engine. He sat there for a moment, watching Dean struggle to get out before in doing so. To his surprise, Dean had somehow managed to get inside their motel room without a problem. Sam shook his head and he got out to check on Y/n.

"Y/n?"

He had opened her side door and peeped inside, lightly shaking her awake, but she barely moved except making a few grunting noises.

"Mmh??"

"We're back at the motel... c'mon, let's go" he said softly. He knew he wouldn't get anywhere anytime soon with her current state, so with that being he helped her out. "Careful" he said as he grabbed her by her waist and wrapped one arm around his neck.

"Ok, ok, let's make this easier for you" he said as he scooped her up bridal style and carried her back inside. He used his foot to close the door on the way in, looking around for Dean before noticing him dead asleep on the floor.

"Alright... here we go..."

Said Sam as he gently placed her on her bed. He grabbed a blanket and placed it on her as he then removing her boots. Before he could walk away, Y/n grabbed him by his arm.

"Sam..."

Sam stood there awkwardly, looking down at her as the touch of her hand made him feel all sorts of feelings.

"Yeah?"

"Thank you..." she mumbled as she was trying so hard to open her eyes. "You're a good friend" she slurred, causing Sam to chuckle lightly. "Of course" he replied, "Get some rest."

"Also, you're a cute, Sam." she said, which caught him by surprise. "W-what?"

"You. Are. Cute..." she whispered, "and stupid." Sam was taken aback from her last comment, narrowing his brows together as he tried so hard not to smile. "But I like your stupid face. It's so stupid. It's so... I like it. Can I touch it?" she said while attempting to reach for his face, but was far from her touch.

He laughed a little. "You're drunk, Y/n" he said as he brushing her hair to the side.

"Yes I am. And I'm hopelessly in love with Sam Winchester... but it's a secret. Sam can't find out about this" She mumbled.

Sam could feel his cheek burning up about the confession. A smile so wide he could hardly contain his excitement. "Alright, it's our little secrete then" he reassured her.

"Pshhh"

"Shhhh"

He gestured as he smiled down at her.

"Goodnight, y/n" he said, hoping to get one in return, but she had quickly fallen asleep. He stood there for a little longer, watching her sleep peacefully. He shook his head, smiling like an idiot before going to bed. He figured he'd take the opportunity to enjoy the entire bed to himself, considering that Dean had taken the floor.

•

Y/n had woken up to the room spinning, her eyes having a hard time adjusting to the sunlight that shun in her face. She looked around the room. Dean no where to be seen and Sam sitting by the small table, who seems to be reading something off his laptop.

"What time is it?"

She said as she didn't remember how she gotten to bed last night. Sam looked up and smiled, "It's one in the afternoon. Don't worry, there's no case for the day" he assured her. "There's some ibuprofen and a glass of water right next to you" he pointed.

"You're a life saver"

She said, reaching for it as she popped the pills and swallowed it down with the glass of water. The water had quench her thirst, but she still felt hungover. "What happened last night?" She'd asked.

"You mean you don't remember?"

Y/n shook her head, "the last thing I remember was singing in the car to Rihanna. Which now thinking  back to it, that was pretty embarrassing" she laughed a little. "you have no idea what you did last night" Sam chuckled mischievously, causing Y/n to worry.

"Samuel. What did I do?"

She asked, unsure of what she might've done that could be so bad other than having a karaoke with Dean Winchester. "I was promised not to tell" he said while gesturing his lips sealed.

"Sammy!" She yelled in annoyance, kneeling on her bed as she was intrigued of what she had done last night. Endless of possibilities had ran through her mind, but none that she could remember of. Sam shook his head, a cheeky smile on his lips as he didn't say a word. "C'mon, Sam! Just tell me!" She pleaded.

Sam knew how'd she react if she knew what she'd done last night, and he didn't wanted to put her through that embarrassment. Though there was nothing to be embarrassed about because if he was too being honest, he felt the same way about her.

"Well, if you really wanna know..." he said as he closed his laptop, "you said my face looks stupid" he said pausing before going on. "And that you liked my stupid face."

It all came back to her. She felt her body go numbed and her cheek flush with a bright burning sensation of red. "You remembered now" Sam teased, causing her to grab ahold of a pillow and shoving her face into it. In that moment, she wanted to die.

"Oh. My. God!"

She cried as she got up from her bed. "Sam, I'm so sorry. I-I was drunk, and it felt easier for me to confess... I didn't want you to find out this way. How embarrassing!" She cried as she buried her face into the palm her hands.

Sam quickly got up. "Hey, it's alright" he reassured her, gently removing her hands from her face and holding them in his.

"I'm glad you told me. Cause I don't think I'd ever have the courage to tell you how I felt" he said. "You, too, have a stupid, cute face" he quoted her, laughing just a little. "And I like that" he added.

"You do?"

Sam nodded as he gotten closer to her, closing the gap between them. "I like you, Y/n." He said as he leaned down to place a soft kiss against her lips. All her worries had melted away in that moment of bliss. She'd dream of this very exact moment, but she'd never imagined this is how it'd happen. Over a drunk confession.

They were soon utterly interrupted by Dean, who had bursted into the room with bags of food. "Woah, what I miss?" He said as he had caught them by surprise.

Y/n and Sam looked at each other, a shade of pink on their cheeks as they held hands like kids in love.

[forlix]

"i did a thing." or, hyunjin needs an expert opinion about his newest piercing.

words・1.4k / pairing・idol!hyunjin x gn!makeup artist!reader / genres・fluff, established relationship / author's note・takes place in the same universe as places, places! and crying lightning but can be read on its own. @astraystayyh your children are back :’)

The parlor door jingles. Hyunjin emerges onto the chilled pavement with his phone pressed to his ear, and you pick up on the fourth ring.

“What is it? I’m busy.” The way your voice shrinks substantiates this claim, like you’ve darted to the other end of the room promptly after accepting his call. “And you’re on speaker.”

Hyunjin ducks into his car and sits back against the nylon with a grateful sigh. He finds himself constantly ill-prepared for Seoul’s Januarys. “Busy with who? Remind me.”

“You wanna say hi?” You ask the person in your company. Who is it? He hears them ask, to which you answer: Hyunjin. You say it softly, in the sense that you’re far away and speaking under your breath, but softly, in the sense that your tongue caresses every syllable of his name with that tacit fondness he’ll never tire of.

He notices the ditzy smile on his face only when he glances into his rear-view. He’s long given up on wiping it off.

A familiar voice drifts into your receiver. “Mr. Hwang!”

Ah, that’s right—you’re working on Aespa’s new music video for the next two weeks. Today must be the first day of filming.

“Hey, Ningning! How are you?”

“In a predicament, honestly. I have the biggest crush on my stylist, but so does this other guy…”

“Damn, sounds tough. Best of luck.”

“Oh, I won’t need luck. I said predicament, not competition.” 

His jaw hits his wheel. “Okay, we’re boxing. Let’s go. Earrings off.”

“Say less!"

You’ve withstood enough. “Alright, nobody is boxing anyone—do not touch your earrings, Ning, what’s wrong with you? God, Hyunjin!”

Now you say his name sternly, hopelessly, like he’s just knocked ten years off your lifespan. He almost likes this version more. He fell in love with you listening to it, after all.

“Did you call for any reason aside from threatening my clients?”

Oh, right. He did.

Hyunjin glances into the rear-view again, intentionally this time. He moves aside a lock of maroon hair to review the silver studs glinting off his right eyebrow.

He smirks.

“Am I allowed on set?”

Half an hour later, Hyunjin reaches the filming site and runs into a few staff members who are so surprised to see him they nearly forget to question what he’s doing there.

But they do their job, and he humors them, utters your name and the word “boyfriend” back to back. Then he watches their eyebrows disappear into their hairlines and basically prances into the dressing rooms.

He loves that everyone knows you. He loves that everyone knows that he loves you.

You were out of bed before he opened his eyes this morning, and he blooms at his first sight of you today, alone in the lounge, curled up on the couch and browsing through your phone. Eyeshadow stains your fingers and a pen sits behind the cuff of your ear. Your figure is framed in a (his) white cardigan with a red heart stitched over its left lapel. So professional, so pretty, that he doesn’t know what to do with himself, so he uses his words instead.

“I did a thing,” he says, plopping onto the cushion next to you.

You look at him, shut off your phone. “I figured.”

“Promise me you won’t get mad.”

“No.”

It was worth a shot. “Can you blink, at least? You’re scaring me.”

In turn, you stretch open your eyes and hold them there. “A blink would be more than you deserve right now.”

Insufferable. He unleashes a bashful laugh and singular clap and looks back at you just in time to see a matching smile on your cordate lips. And to see you blink.

“Seriously, though, no more suspense,” you plead. “What on earth did you do? Should I be worried?” 

You tuck your hand around his bicep and tug lightly at his arm, and his insides pirouette at the gesture.

“No, no,” he answers, letting you pull him close, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. “I was being dramatic. It’s nothing, really.”

You catch him as he’s trying to leave. A light finger hooks beneath his chin, an anchor to keep his face a mere few inches away from yours.

You look him in the right eye, then in the left, your expression stoic, scrutinizing. He doesn’t remember where he looks, in the meantime. He’s slipping and sliding out of his right mind, drinking in your long lashes and curved cheeks, wondering what heroic deed he performed in his last life to be able to study beauty in such proximity in this one.

“It’s not nothing, is it?” You query, tracing the tip of your pointer finger over Hyunjin’s cupid’s bow.

“No,” he exhales. “It’s not nothing.”

“Did you get it on your face?”

Of course you already know.

He nods, and the finger moves to his lower lip, gently indenting the glossy plush. 

“Hot or cold?” 

“Cold.”

The finger runs over the bridge of his nose, then the perimeter of its prominence, like the drag of a feather. 

“Warmer.”

You lift a brow, give the side of his face a small nudge, and say, turn. The word comes out in a very stylist-esque manner, and you and Hyunjin realize this at the same time, judging by the synchrony of your quiet chuckles.

“Force of habit,” you murmur, and move his hair out of the way and lean in to examine his ear. Nothing new there. He turns his face the other way before you have to ask. Nothing new there, either.

When he looks at you again, your gaze has locked onto his eyebrows. You cock your head slightly to one side as it dawns on you what he’s done.

“Warmer,” he offers anyways, his smile small, his pulse rapid.

With a flourish of movement, you push his purple locks all the way off his forehead. Hyunjin holds his breath. Your expression goes blank. 

But it’s not blank, not really. One just has to know where to look. (He does.)

Your eyes darken fast as if caught in a solar eclipse, your pupils doubling in size, your irises quivering slightly. Your mouth opens, then closes, then purses into a thin line as if suppressing something explosive. Your cheeks blush at their very outskirts, along the edges of your face and the slants of your cheekbones, like how the first rays of sunlight always skim the mountaintops first.

He hardly notices the finger you bring to brush over the studs, so carefully he doesn’t feel the contact.

He’s too busy basking in his victory.

Neither of you say anything for a long while. You lean back, then right, then left, your hand pinned to his hairline, your gaze superglued to his brow. He simply sits still, feeling like one of your French girls, simpering, simping.

“You really did it,” you finally say.

“I did,” he chirps. “Any notes?”

At the next part of your lips, your waiting smile overtakes them at long last. You duck your head to conceal it like he hasn’t already melted at its mere image. You deliver your answer to your knees.

“No?” He repeats incredulously, teasingly. “That’s a shame. I really could’ve used an expert opinion.”

You roll your eyes hard enough for them to tug at your sockets. His boyish grin wipes away your feigned irritation like warm cotton.

“Fine,” you grouse. “Look at me.”

He does. You look back.

“It's nice," you deadpan.

Your resolve wobbles.

"Complements your face…shape.”

The ‘p’ sound pops, and you lose your shit.

The sun fully risen now, you bury your burning face into your hands, your shoulders shaking with silent laughter. Meanwhile, the raucous cackle that leaves Hyunjin’s lips causes the intern hurrying past the lounge outside to jump so high he actually lets go of his coffee cups before snatching them back out of the air with a relieved groan. He doesn’t get paid enough. 

You think you’re getting paid too much. 

“I love it, Hyun,” you whisper. “You’re beautiful. I don’t tell you that enough."

His heart beats so rapidly he thinks it might take off into a sprint; his laugh dwindles into a ditzy smile, one he’s long given up on wiping off.

“You know nothing about that word,” he replies, softly.

You bring your lips to his. His fingers wrap around the crook of your elbow. Yours begin curled in the silken hair at the back of his head. The pen behind your ear falls into the cracks of the couch.

“I’m still mad at you,” you sigh against his mouth, your own statement debunked by the inevitable drift of your touch back to the metal lodged in his face.

He doesn’t need to call you out. You do it yourself: “Ugh. I’ll be mad at you later.”

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[icarusredwings]

A fic written by @monkepenguin

A review of chapter 1 and 2 by me- Hi. With commentary 👌

It's 23k and still going. There are typos, but this person isn't a native speaker of English (aren't the best fics always like that?)

Spoilers:

Wade - it has been a whole 5 seconds. Shut up. Please. Like what the fuck are you even talking about. Why are you saying these things in public?

If I dont read 200 words in and think "what the actual fuck" Am I even reading deadpool? No.

Imagine your room mate is gone for 3 days, shows up, pronounces himself as "Marvel jesus" what ever that is- and now you have 2 more mouths to feed.

Al is way more chill than we give her credit for. She's a pretty chill for a cokehead. (Dont do drugs kids)

"That's future Logans problem." Ah yes, very Wolverine thing to think.

D'awww. See kids when you take care of your logan properly they are happy and clean. Now he needs fed and some TLC and you will have your very own loyal Logan :)

Instinctively kicking dogs is so on brand.

Careful wolvie, you're gonna get a yeast infection.

"It screams liver cancer" says the one jealous of the fact he has cancer

On yes the truama jokes. Poor guy.

At least he's admitting that he knows joking about it isn't good for him, but he doesn't anyway :D

Snappy logan is the best logan.

Ohh baby boy no- no more bar rotting for you. Banned.

You tell'em al! Loud fucks.

Bruuhhh.

Logan: *starts opening up*

Wade: Excuse me? Im the main charater *SLAPS HIM*

Wade: *opens up*

Al really was like "are you guys gonna fuck or fight?" And instead they sobbed together on the roof 😌

Fred you trooper. You go get that old lady.

Oh god not the "Were literally the same people in different fonts" moment 😩

"Wade was actually a good guy just extremely unhinged and horny" Yeaaahhh it's probably a response from scout master kevin- Or the fact that you get dopamine and oxytocin during sex and a lot of people with adhd can easily be addicted to those things. Im suprised he doesn't have a thing for gambling with something other then his life.

"I mean actual coke" "Ahh-" yeah sums those two up.

Wait until al finds out about slippers LMAO. Chalancla him grannie!

Oh my god hes gonna buy a fucking honda odyssey

"OH NO HES HOT"

"Al, my condolences to you for not being able to see this man." FAAACCTSS, im so glad someone else brought this up. Shed be all over him. You know it.

(Logans the type to walk past a diner and get rawred at and giggled by a bunch of old grandma's so much that it gets to the point that he goes "Evening ma'am" to them so they'd stop cat calling him.

Also, WHO RAISED THIS MAN!? Charles!! Charles, this is a god damn gentleman over here! I know damn well it wasn't your father Logan! Was it Jean? Did Jean slap manners into you?)

Aaahh dont give puppins the sex leash noooo (totally canon)

Bro why is wade actually so domestic? Dude is like "Hi! Your life is ruined? Cool! My life is ruined! Lets go comit insurance fraud and buy the exact same car I fucked you in. Now lets go pumpkin. Onward!! To the dealership!"

[hallokatzchen]

Big Boy (NSFW fic)

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara/(pre-pregnancy) Jessica Drew. Mentions of Jessica's husband, a brief appearance by Peter B. Parker.

Setting: Jessica's first day in the Spider Society.

Word count: 6275

Contains: Size kink, Miguel being a showoff, enthusiastic consent, body worship, praise kink, handjobs, fingering, oral (female receiving), squirting, PIV sex, belly bulge, cream pie, cum eating, intercrural sex (thighing).

Summary: Thanks to Miguel O'Hara, Jessica Drew discovers she has a size kink.

Author's note: Their appearances are based on early concept art where Jessica has box braids instead of an afro, and Miguel has long hair. Yes there will be art for this. Speaking of art, look at this beautiful pic by Marbipa. That's exactly how I pictured him for this fic. Go show them some love, please.

After over a year of preparation, today was finally the day when Jessica Drew, the Spider-Woman of Earth-332 (or 404 depending on who you ask), becomes a part of the Arachno Humanoid poly Multiverse a.k.a. The Spider Society.

“Upon further review, we have decided that you would be a perfect fit for our organization. After all of these years of on-screen meetings, we're looking forward to finally meeting you in person”, Miguel's chipper (for him) voice spoke through her laptop speakers.

“Thank you so much! I won't let you down”, Jessica was beaming but doing her best to reel in her excitement. As soon as she closed the lid of her laptop, she almost knocked it off the bed when she jumped up to do a victory dance. After texting her husband at work to tell him the good news, Jessica set off to get dressed and packed her things for her trip to Nueva York.

Right after she pulled on her jacket and checked her hair, she noticed that several small objects in her bedroom began to levitate, and the air crackled with electricity as the room filled with a bright yellow glow when a portal opened near the foot of the bed. She took a deep breath and gathered her luggage and set foot into the portal, and was whisked away with a surprised gasp.

The trip was like the acid-infused lovechild of a roller coaster and a color effect car wash as Jessica was bathed in multicolored light while being hurtled along inside the portal towards her destination. Her eyes narrowed when she saw the opening near the end shining bright, and she braced herself for the landing.

What she thought was going to be a rough landing turned out to be surprisingly smooth as the portal tube slowed her speed to something akin to getting off of a fast moving escalator. She tightened her grip on her bags, and set her foot out to meet the smooth metal floor as she stepped out into the main lobby of the building. “Whoo!” She exclaimed and brushed a few errant braids from her face and took a moment to steady herself. “That's going to take some getting used to”.

She set her suitcases by a nearby bench and smiled when she heard a familiar voice calling for her. “Peter?”, Her smile grew wide when he greeted her with open arms “So good to see you!”

“Welcome aboard, Jess!”, Parker squeezed her tight then stood back to look at her. “Good to see you, too. You're going to love it here!”, He glanced past her shoulder at her luggage. “I'll get someone to take your bags to your quarters”, Peter waved down one of the interns that was milling around the facility and pointed them to your bags. “Miguel should be along shortly to give you the tour”, He put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her in to whisper “Don't worry when you see him. He doesn't bite”.

Peter and Jessica looked over when they heard the other Spiders clamoring and giving their good morning greetings while they parted to let a tall figure walk through. “Well speak of the devil!” Peter laughed and clapped Jessica's shoulder, inadvertently taking her out of the trance she was in when she saw Miguel coming their way. She had only been communicating with him via video calls, so she had no idea he was tall, let alone THAT tall. He was head and shoulders (dear god those broad shoulders) above the other Spiders as he nodded his greetings to them, and his red eyes sparked when he saw Jessica.

“Ah, Miss Drew. So nice to finally meet you”, His voice was smooth as silk as he offered his hand to her. Peter's eyes darted between them when he saw Jessica standing in awe at the larger man, and he gave a crooked smile as he squeezed her shoulder before he left to snap her back into the real world. At five foot ten, she was by no means a small woman, but she found herself having to crane her neck to look up at Miguel.

“Oh!”, She gave a nervous chuckle and let him take her hand for for a shake, and she felt her stomach flip when his large hand engulfed hers for a surprisingly gentle squeeze. “It's Mrs. Drew”, Her voice stammered slightly while she tried her best to not focus on the size of Miguel's hand.

'Mrs.? Even better', Miguel thought to himself and let his fingers linger for a few seconds longer than they should have before pulling back from the handshake. “Come, (sweet lord the way he said 'come' sent a shiver up and down her spine) I'll show you around”.

She walked alongside him as he gave her the tour of all the communal areas of the building, her eyes taking in everything, including brief glances at Miguel when she got the chance. 'God he's so big...', was the recurring thought in her mind while she looked up at him, hanging on his every word and getting lost in those wine colored eyes that flickered bright red when he caught her looking.

She wasn't the only one stealing a glance as Miguel took advantage of their height difference to catch a glimpse of Jessica's cleavage in the form fitting tank top under her leather jacket. His tongue traced over the back of his teeth as he tried to push down the thought of burying his face between her breasts right then and there.

Most of the building was walkable, but there were certain areas designed for the Spider-folks to climb or swing through. Miguel shot a neon web towards a beam and smiled wide while he gestured for Jessica to follow him. She shot several streams of webs from her fingertips and flicked her wrist to make them twine together and swung in to join him. Thanks to his size he was very easy to see to keep up with as he swung deftly between the beams and platforms. Jessica easily kept up with him, her eyes locked on the way the muscles of his broad back bulged and tensed with each swing, and she almost missed her mark on a beam that she quickly corrected with a shot of web from her other hand.

Jessica made sure to focus from here on out and followed him to the upper levels until they reached a large balcony that overlooked the lobby down below. They both swung over the rail and landed on the level that contained Miguel's office. She took a moment to catch her breath and leaned on the railing to look down at the Spiders milling away in the lobby. They looked so small from up here, and it really drove home how vast the building was.

“Impressive, isn't it?”. The thick slabs of Miguel's triceps on display as he leaned down to place his hands on the railing. Smirking when he caught Jessica looking again.

“Yeah... Yeah it is”, Her voice went quiet when she saw that red glint in his eyes, and she nearly jumped out of her skin when he put his hand on her shoulder.

“C'mon. Let's go into my office”.

In order to not be too distracted by him, Jessica pretended to look at some of the tech that lined the walls of the spacious room while Miguel gave her the rundown of what the Spider Society (of course he didn't call it that) was about. She nodded and asked questions when she needed to, but the way Miguel leaned against his desk with his massive arms folded across his broad chest was not doing her concentration any favors.

He chuckled quietly and decided since they were alone in his office, the time for professionalism was over. He looked Jessica in the eyes with a mischievous smile. “See something you like, Mrs. Drew?”, He purred and purposely flexed his arm when he reached up to run his hand through his hair.

Jessica's breath caught in her throat. “Was I that obvious?”. A nervous smile along with a deep blush crossed her face as she pushed one of her braids behind her ear.

“You weren't exactly subtle...”, Miguel teased while he raised up for a stretch. His long arms reached for the ceiling before coming down into a double bicep pose. “Then again, neither am I”.

That was it. As much as she tried to hold back, Jessica couldn't help but to close the distance between them and reached up to run her fingers over his arm. She bit her lip in a failed attempt to stifle a moan when she tried to put her hands around his bicep and her fingertips didn't touch. “Dear god you're so big...” Her voice was barely above a whisper while her hands moved from his arm and fanned across his broad shoulders. “May I?” She looked up at him with with doe eyes as her hands slowly moved towards his chest.

“You may”, Miguel put his hands on his hips and looked down at Jessica to watch her hands move down his chest. He hummed his appreciation when he felt her warm palms glide over his pecs, and drew a gasp from her when he flexed them under her touch.

“You're so corny”, She laughed and curled her fingertips to playfully dig her nails into his pecs which caused a low groan to rumble in his chest. “Oh? I see you like that”, She smirked and did it again, dragging her nails down his chest and stopping right above his nipples. Miguel gasped and rolled his head back at the sudden pressure near such a sensitive area which prompted Jessica to move her hands from his chest and trail them up the sides of his thick neck. His hand came up to take her right wrist and gave it a gentle squeeze when she lightly pressed her thumbs to his Adam's apple. His other hand moved around her waist to pull her close. He smiled and reached down to grab a handful of her ass and pressed her flush against him.

“Keep that up and I'll show you how big I really am”.

Her left hand went from his neck to caress his jaw. “I was hoping you would”.

He chuckled and let go of her wrist and cupped her chin in his hand. “May I?”, He leaned down and brushed his lips over hers and breathed in the sweet scent of her lipstick. Hoping she would say yes.

“You may”, Her voice was low and lustful as she slid her arms around his neck to pull him in for a kiss. Miguel hummed into the kiss while his hands moved under Jessica's jacket to pass over her toned back, before they eased down to settle on the swell of her behind. He leaned back against his desk and gave her ass a firm squeeze to hold her close and let her feel how much he wanted her. Her fingers toyed with his hair and twirled the long strands while she rested against him and felt his warmth radiating through his suit. “You run hot. I like that”, She murmured into his mouth. Earning another squeeze of her ass that encouraged her to roll her hips.

Miguel groaned and nipped Jessica's bottom lip when he felt her move against him. He felt her heat on his shaft, which was pressed tightly against his thigh as the damp material of her leggings rubbed over it. He moved his left hand to her hip to hold her still and eased his right hand down her taut stomach. The material digitally retracted to uncover his hand when it slipped past the waistband her leggings. She buried her face into the crook of his neck when she felt two of his fingertips swirl over her swollen clit before they eased down to her entrance and slowly pushed their way in.

Her hands tightened in his hair when she felt herself stretch around his fingers. Just one of his fingers was as thick as two of hers, so two of them were almost unbearable. She tensed around his fingers and squeezed his thigh with hers and gasped into the side of his neck when his fingers pressed against her g-spot just right to bring her over the edge.

His free hand came up to rest on the back of her neck and gave it a reassuring squeeze while she bucked against his palm to ride out her release. He pulled his hand from her leggings and brought it up so she could see her wetness run down his fingers. “Mrs. Drew. You barely know me, but look at how wet you are for me”, He drawled and made a show of his tongue slowly licking his fingers clean.

Jessica's eyes went wide at the sight of the long appendage as it slid out of his mouth to glide over his fingers, and she blushed when he let his tongue pass between his fingers in an obvious hint to what he wanted to do next.

“May I?”

He barely finished his question before Jessica was tugging at her leggings and pulling them down her ample hips. Miguel continued to languidly lick at his fingers while he watched her toe off her boots and kick them aside before tossing her leggings and jacket next to them, leaving herself in nothing but her socks and red tank top.

“Look at those thighs...”, He practically purred while he scooped Jessica up with one arm and sat her on his desk. “I can't wait to have them on my shoulders”, He grinned and knelt before her to take in the sight of her dark skin glistening with her arousal.

“Mm... Your husband is a lucky man”.

His breath was hot against her skin as he leaned in and placed a kiss on the crux of her thigh right next to her sex, and the next kiss went right to her clit before he sucked the swollen nub into his mouth. Jessica moaned and rolled her head back, causing her long braids to brush over the surface of the desk. Her hand combed through Miguel's hair and came to rest on the back of his head, and her fingertips lightly scratched his scalp to let him know he was doing a good job when he sucked and licked at her clit just right. “God you're so good at this...” Her words choked when he nipped at her mound right above her clit before he slowly swirled his tongue over the sensitive bud.

She leaned back and rested her elbows on the desk when Miguel slid his arms under her thighs to pull them onto his shoulders as promised. Her legs tightened around him when she heard him growl and felt him push his long tongue inside of her. Her heels dug into his back when he began to pump his tongue in and out of her, occasionally curling the tip to drag it over her g-spot and swallowing down each rush of wetness that flowed into his mouth.

When he felt her start to clench around his tongue, Miguel reached up and slid his hand under Jessica's top to grope and squeeze her breast. His large hand easily covering it while he kneaded the soft flesh in time with each push and pull of his tongue. Keeping it up until her thighs pressed into the sides of his head and she gushed into his mouth.

She was speechless as her mouth hung open when she felt Miguel lap at her cunt to swallow and savor every drop. His hand was still on her breast and idly played with her nipple while her chest heaved in her attempt to calm her breathing. “Wow...” She panted when she looked down and saw Miguel looking up at her with her essence dripping from his chin. “I've never done that before”.

“I bet you haven't”, He smiled and wiped his chin on the back of his hand, then licked his skin clean. He leaned in close, bracing his hands on the desk and caged Jessica in. “I can do that for you whenever you'd like”. He dotted a kiss on her forehead, tasting the salt of her sweat. “Consider it one of the perks of the job”, He grinned and rolled his hips against her and watched her squirm when his clothed cock pushed against her overstimulated cunt.

“Want to see the main one?”

Jessica nodded and bit her lip in anticipation when she saw Miguel's suit begin to digitally retract. Her eyes followed the pixels as they flickered and dissolved down his neck, over his chest, and down his narrow waist until he was clad in nothing but a jockstrap that left very little to the imagination. He gave her a lopsided grin and ran his tongue over his teeth while he gave himself a squeeze through the thin fabric, then hooked his thumbs into the waistband to pull the jock down.

Jessica watched with undivided attention while he eased the jock over his thick thighs until it fell freely to the floor and was kicked to the side, and she gasped when he stood up and his cock slapped heavily against his stomach. “Oh... my... god...”, Her words were muffled by her hand over her mouth at the sheer size of it, and her thighs instinctively squeezed shut.

“You like it?”

She nodded. Her eyes still wide, her hand still firmly in place over her mouth, and her thighs rubbed together in equal parts fear and want. His red eyes trailed over her and flickered brightly when he saw her wetness dripping off the edge of his desk.

“You want it in that pretty little cunt?”

She nodded again. Her hand moving from her mouth to bite her knuckle when she saw Miguel's cock bow under its own weight when he walked towards her. His hands settled on her knees and easily pushed her legs apart before he leaned in close and breathed into the crook of her neck. A sly smile crossed his face when he felt her tremble against him when his length pressed against her stomach.

“Want to touch it?”, He whispered and flicked his tongue along her earlobe before he gave her earring a playful tug with his teeth. Jessica was snapped back into reality when she felt the pull on her ear, and looked down to see the thick head of Miguel's cock leaving drops of precum on her stomach.

“May I?”, Her voice hitched when she felt it pulse.

“You may”, He guided her hand down to place her palm on the head to feel its warmth. He pressed his lips to the side of her neck and lazily sucked on her skin while she rubbed the head of his cock to slick her palm before she tried to close her fingers around his shaft. Gasping softly when her thumb and fingers couldn't touch because of how thick it was.

“Y-you're huge!”, The last part coming out louder than planned when she felt Miguel's fangs graze over her skin.

“I know”, He grinned against her skin and pressed his fangs to her when her thumb pressed into a sensitive area under the head. He continued to kiss and lick at her neck, surely to leave a mark that she would have to hide from her husband, while he rocked his hips into her touch. His precum squeezing out with every push and pull and slicking Jessica's hands along with his shaft. Miguel's shoulders tensed when he felt her reach down to cup his balls, and she curled her fingers to feel how one of them could barely fit in her hand before she went back to stroking his length.

His brows furrowed and his breath grew heavy on her neck when she started to move her hands faster. He groaned into her skin while his right hand moved up her back to wrap several of her braids around his fist to pull her head to the side. His fangs nicked the side of her neck just enough to draw small beads of blood, and he quickly lapped them up while his left hand slid between them to move his cock out of her grip. He shifted their weight and gently laid Jessica back on the desk, the cool metal caused goosebumps to flare across her skin while he leaned over her to tease her with the tip of his cock, and smeared his precum over her wet slit.

“May I?”, His voice thick with lust as he looked down at the beauty beneath him. She reached up and slid her arms around his neck and twirled a long lock of his hair through her fingers.

“You may...” Her left leg came up to rest against his hip. “But please be careful. I've never had anyone as big as you before”.

“I will”, He smiled softly while taking in every little detail about her before he leaned down for a kiss. She moaned into his mouth when he reached down to caress her slit with his fingers, then gripped his cock to guide it. She broke the kiss to peck at the corner of his mouth when she felt the slick head slide up and down against her until it finally caught, and her fingers tightened in his hair when he gave a slow roll of his hips to push the head in with a wet pop.

He held himself still when he saw Jessica wince and she tightened around him when the head lodged firmly inside of her. “It's okay... it's okay”, He cooed and stroked her cheek and waited to give her time to adjust. “Let me know when you're ready for a little more, okay?”.

She nodded and took several deep breaths to steady herself, then nudged his hip with her leg to signal that she was ready. Miguel nodded back and bit his lip in concentration while he slowly eased a few more inches in. He stilled for a moment when he saw her eyes well up, and he brushed his thumb near the corner of her eye to wipe her tears. “I know, baby. I know...”, He whispered and kissed her cheek. “I'm sorry it hurts”. He cradled her cheek in his hand, and his eyes darkened to a warm brown as he looked down at her with genuine concern. “I promise it's gonna feel good soon”.

They stayed this way for a few minutes while Miguel continued to console her. Sweet talking and reassuring her while he peppered kisses on her cheeks, and coaxed a laugh from her when he playfully nommed the tip of her nose.

“There's my girl”, He smiled wide and touched his forehead to hers. “We're almost there. We just have a little more to go, okay?”. He adjusted his weight on his forearms and waited for her reply. Jessica looked down between them and her cheeks grew warm when she saw that there was much more than a 'little' more to go.

“All of that is not going to fit, Miguel”, She pointed out and nudged his hip.

“I know”, He acknowledged her signal and gave another slow roll of his hips. “I'm only going as far as she'll let me”, He winced when Jessica gripped his hair tight when the head of his cock brushed against her cervix.

“No more... Right there...”, She panted and pulled him close. His large body covering hers as she brought her legs up to wrap them around his waist. He was only halfway in, but she had never felt this full before in her life. “Please...” Her voice was a whisper as she encouraged him to move, and she choked back a sob when he eased back and pushed in to set a deliciously slow pace.

“You okay?”, He asked while his hips rocked into her, making sure he that he didn't go too deep. “Let me know if I need to stop”.

Jessica groaned beneath him and bit her lip when she felt him pull back. Even though he was being gentle, his size made it feel like everything was being dragged out of her body before he pushed in again. “Yeah... I'm okay”, She managed to grunt out and tightened her grip around him and nearly drove the air out of his lungs when her legs clamped around his waist.

“Ah! Easy... Easy!”, His voice strained at the sudden constriction, and his claws dug into the surface of his desk with a metallic screech. Jessica flinched at the sound and immediately loosened her grip around him.

“Oh god, sorry!”, She quickly apologized and looked over to see his fingertips curled into his desk after they punctured the metal like a soda can.

“Jessica. Look at me”, Miguel's voice was calm yet commanding while he pried his hand from his desk to place it on her cheek. “Are you sure you're okay?”

She shuddered at his touch, knowing that was the same hand that just ripped through steel like it was nothing. “I'm fine...”, Her voice hitched and she leaned into his palm when she felt her tears prickle at her eyes.

“You're just... so much”.

He couldn't help but smile and leaned in to place a gentle kiss on her lips. His hands moved to her back to lift her from the desk and hold her against his chest. His left hand came down to cradle her behind to hint that he wanted to pick her up.

“May I?”, He dotted a kiss to her forehead and waited for her reply.

“You may”, She sniffled and rested her head on his chest, nuzzling her cheek into his chest hair when he raised her off the desk and held her like she weighed nothing.

He adjusted his grip and lifted her just right where he could move without going too deep. “I got you”, He whispered and kissed her temple while he idly shifted his weight to rock from one foot to the other to soothe her. “Let me know...”

Jessica closed her eyes and trailed her fingertips lightly over his chest before her palm came to rest over his heart. “Please”, She sighed and tensed around him to encourage him.

His right hand rubbed her back through the damp fabric of her tank top while he planted his feet and began to rock his hips into her with a nice slow pace, holding her in place where she could feel everything without discomfort. Her fingers curled into his skin when a thick vein on his cock rubbed against her g-spot, and her body shook when a deep growl rumbled in his chest and vibrated through her.

“You feel so good...” Her praise strained through her gritted teeth as his big cock continued to slowly slide in and out of her dripping cunt. Her hands moved from his chest and came up to grip his shoulders and she pulled up on him to kiss and lick at his neck before finally reaching his mouth. Miguel raised her up to meet him, and Jessica caught his lips with a passionate kiss that he eagerly returned. She gasped into his mouth when the change of position raised her up just right so the thick, firm ridge of the head of his cock rubbed over her g-spot while he continued his slow pace.

“I'm close...” Was all she could say before she wrapped her arms around his neck and gripped his hair while she buried her face into his shoulder and began to move her hips to meet his languid thrusts until her release came. She cried out into his skin and squeezed him tight as she gushed on his cock, and her release splashed onto Miguel's legs and dripped down to the floor.

“Fuck!”, Miguel grunted and stepped back to a dry spot when he felt her orgasm pool by his feet. He took a moment to steady himself and adjusted his grip on her to take her back to the desk. He laid her down, making sure to avoid the jagged metal where his claws dug into the desk earlier, and cradled the back of Jessica's head in his hands. His brown eyes taking on a red tinge again as his own release drew closer.

“I'm gonna go a little deeper, okay?”, He huffed and pressed his forehead to hers. “May I?”

“You may”, Jessica nodded and swallowed hard when she felt Miguel's cock push further in. She reached down to where they connected and wrapped her fingers around him as best as she could and felt his slick shaft slide under her touch until his pelvis met hers.

Despite being close, Miguel had to will himself not to come when he bottomed out inside of her. He groaned at her tight, wet heat around him and moved one hand from behind Jessica's head to take her hand and guide it down to her stomach. He smiled when he saw her eyes grow wide when he placed her hand on the firm bulge just below her navel.

“That's me”, His voice soft but full of pride as he placed his hand over hers and pressed down a little. Drawing a gasp from her when she felt it pulse under her palm. “Oh my god you are too much!”, She meant that in so many ways when her head rolled back into his palm with a strained laugh.

“And you love every bit of it”, He grinned and playfully nipped at her lip and began to move with a slow grind. Jessica reached up and cupped his face with her free hand and practically purred into his mouth as she pulled him in for makeout session while he chased his release.

His movement was a nice slow series of shallow thrusts that managed to stretch and massage Jessica just right without hurting her, yet with just enough friction to push him closer to his own climax. “I'm getting close, baby”, He groaned and tightened his grip on her hand, and after a few more shallow thrusts he gave one last push to reach his release.

Jessica gasped and tightened around him when she felt his flood of warm cum fill her to overflowing. Miguel continued to rock his hips and he pressed his hand down on hers to let her feel how his cock pulsed in her belly with each shot, before finally resting his forehead to hers.

“You were amazing”, He sighed and nuzzled his nose to hers before dotting kisses on her lips. “You took me so well...”, His praise interrupted for a moment while he eased his hips back to carefully pull himself from her warmth. “You looked so pretty on my cock”.

Jessica felt her core grabbing around nothing when he finally pulled free, and blushed when she felt a large gob of his cum squeeze out and splatter onto the floor. She hummed blissfully and let her fingertips trail over Miguel's arm when he raised up to step back to admire his work. His hands on his hips while he took in the sight of her laid back on his desk, completely fucked out and gaping, and her skin glistening while his thick cum oozed out of her clenching cunt.

“God you're fucking beautiful...” He purred and dropped to his knees in front of her, earning a startled yelp when he buried his face between her trembling legs.

“Miguel, please...” Jessica's voice was a tired drawl while she draped her forearm over her eyes when he began to lap ravenously at her overstimulated slit. She couldn't help but curl her sock clad toes at the obscene slurping noises that filled the room, and laid her leg over his shoulder to lazily rub her heel on his back. “I don't think I have it in me”.

“Honestly, you do have it in you”, He pulled back for a moment and slid his index finger inside to scoop up some of his cum. “Which is why I'm getting it out of you”. He raised his finger up to his lips and let his seed drip into his mouth. “Destroy the evidence, right?”, He winked and leaned back in to lick and suck more of it out of her.

Jessica just shook her head with a quiet laugh and laid back to let him finish. Idly running her fingers through his hair, then digging her heel into his back when he got a little carried away and dragged his fang over her mound. “Easy, big boy”.

He looked up at her with a mischievous glimmer in those red eyes and kept them on her while he slowly pushed his tongue inside her to lick out the last bit of his cum, then tilted his head back so she could see his Adam's apple bob when he swallowed it.

He stood and helped Jessica out of her soaked tank top and tossed it over with the rest of her discarded clothes, then scooped her up from his desk and called for LYLA to have someone come collect her clothes to dry clean them, and take care of the mess they made in his office. “Time for a quick tour of my quarters”, He chuckled and carried her bridal style through the large door that lead to his personal living space. Like his office it was spacious and washed in amber lighting and sparsely decorated, but it had everything that one could need. A few scenarios raced through her head when she looked over to see the large bed in his master suite before they headed into the bathroom.

Miguel set Jessica down on the built-in bench outside of the shower and knelt down to take off her socks, pulling a laugh from her when he brought her foot to his lips for a kiss. “Oh my god stop!” She snorted and pushed her other foot to his chest. He laughed and turned on the shower and adjusted the water where it was nice and warm, but not too hot, then took her by the hand to guide her through the large glass door. He stood behind her and let her lean against him while he ran his bodywash coated hands over her skin. Taking time to massage her neck where his mark had already started to bloom before moving down to work over her shoulders.

His hands moved down over her chest, the bodywash foaming and sliding over the curve of her breasts as he gave them a gentle squeeze. His thumbs circling over her nipples for a moment before his hands moved down and settled on her stomach. He leaned down and rested his head on her shoulder while his right hand lingered where his cock caused her stomach to bulge. Her hand joined his, settling on top of it and idly stroking a prominent vein on the back of his hand. She relaxed and sighed when his other hand moved over her hip then eased down to caress her mound.

“May I?”, His question echoed in the shower while his ring and middle fingers stopped right above her clit.

“You may”, Her answer echoed back followed by a sound of pleasure when Miguel's fingers began to rub a slow circle over her. Jessica closed her eyes and hummed when she felt Miguel's cock press against her. Pulsing hot and hard against her shower slicked skin. She stood with her feet apart and positioned herself so his shaft could pass between her thighs and rub against her slit. She bit her lip and moaned when the head of his cock bumped against her and almost caught, but he pulled back to make sure he didn't go inside. As much as he wanted to take her again, he didn't want to overwhelm her too much on her first day here.

Thanks to being overstimulated already, it didn't take long for Jessica to come. She reached down and grasped Miguel's cock when she saw it peek between her legs, and gave him a squeeze before she began to stroke him until he came. Even though he just came a little while ago, this load was just as thick as the last as it splattered on the shower wall and washed down the drain.

When they were done in the shower, Jessica came out to see that her clothes were clean and set neatly on a nearby counter top. She leaned over into the shower and squeezed the excess water from her braids and put them up into a large bun while Miguel handed her a towel to dry herself off. After drying off they got dressed and headed back to Miguel's office to see that everything was cleaned and in order as if their marathon session had never taken place.

Before they reached the door, Miguel took her hand and leaned down to place a kiss on her knuckles like a gentleman despite being the reason that she will be very sore in the morning.

Peter was right. She's definitely going to love it here.

[z-saint-box]

Tara Duncan (2010) Series Review

"also known as, How Tara is Not a Spellbinder"

[this series review was originally posted on deviantArt]

"also known as, reviewing the first season, because the show is not good enough for a second."

"I want to like it, but I can only analyze it, because it didn't live up to my hype."

Physically attractive, yet fundamentally bland, Tara Duncan is yet another typical heroine of a standard, uninteresting girl show. Unlike the other girls, she does not have charm or personality. Rose (Regal Academy) is cute and silly, Iris (Lolirock) has an outstanding art and character design, and even Raf (Angel's Friends) has identity through how bad her show is.

As for Tara, she comes from a book series I never knew about until I learned about her equally obscure show. The former never saw widespread publication and the latter never saw widespread broadcast. Ironically, to non-French speakers, the animated series is more well-known than the book series. For perspective, I didn't even know about the Kabillion channel that she was on until I learned more about her franchise. And for that matter, only the first two Tara Duncan books have ever been translated into English whereas all twenty-six episodes of the animated series has been. Despite this, there are very few methods for Anglophones to watch the latter. A few years ago, the entire series was available on the official youtube channel until they were removed or deleted for unknown reasons; and at the beginning of 2023, it was removed from Amazon's streaming service Freevee.

However, I have a low opinion of the show, and this may have been the issue of adapting a book series into a cartoon; alternatively, the English dub may even be a bad translation. As a result, this is not necessarily a review of the show in its original voice.

One reason why I had such high hopes for Tara Duncan is the theme song. It is legitimately one of the best intro music for any cartoon ever. Each episode begins with high energy to create anticipation for Tara's next adventure. While Dania Gio slurs the lyrics to the English intro, the opening theme is still just as strong as the original French version. A complete English version does not exist; but the song is so good, I recommend listening to the original, which I can listen to multiple times despite having no knowledge of French. If anything , my opinion also applies to every language the theme song has been adapted into, such as Spanish, Castellano, Portuguese, and Arabic. The only caveat though is, the German version sounds terrible.

Either way, I'm disappointed that I could not write episode reviews for this series, unlike what I did for Regal Academy and Lolirock. It's because there is very little for me to talk about. Every draft proved difficult to write, owing to a lack of opinion. For these reasons, I even had trouble remembering episode titles. Not helping is that I can barely remember specific plot points for the majority of episodes. This very review was incredibly difficult, due to how hard it is to articulate my thoughts. It took an entire year of editing and revising, because Tara Duncan lacks creativity and personality.

The show's aesthetics are presentable, but the art and character design looks similar to W.I.T.C.H, to the point where Tara is comparable to Cornelia; and the resemblance is not only close, but understandable. Tara's line art however, is cleaner, and her color palette is brighter.

Unlike W.I.T.C.H, Tara uses CGI, and even though it is limited to just the vehicles, it looks terrible. I have to mention this because car, trolley, boat, or airplane looks completely detached from the overall art style. They look so poor, that their time on-screen is limited; or, their time on-screen is limited because of how poor they look. I understand that vehicles are harder to draw than characters, but they must look cohesive with the world they are in; otherwise it will seem that they are a separate entity, even if the intention is to save time, effort, and money. However, this may explain why the 2022 reboot of Tara Duncan is presented entirely in CGI.

Tara uses the most basic fantasy tropes without anything unique to distinguish herself. Werewolves are vulnerable against silver, dragons love gold, and mermaids swim in the ocean. In some fairness, I was unaware of the first two before watching her; but this may explain why the original books were rejected by up to three hundred publishers, at least according to the author herself.

Ironically, vampires on the show can survive in broad daylight and they are uninterested in drinking blood. It is unknown if the latter is the result of censorship, or a design choice to show that they are different from conventional vampires. Still, their most predominant traits are not present, although Serena does order raw steak in the second episode, albeit in the morning.

Despite the variety of mythological creatures at the show's disposal, they are the same kinds that viewers are already familiar with, which also includes sirens, harpies, elves, and mummies.

Although it makes no difference when newcomers to the animated series will not understand a significant portion of her world. Sparrow's actual name is Gloria Davile. Cal's full name is Caliban Dal Salan. And Serena's name in the original French language is Selenba. I did not know the former two until later episodes, and the latter is information I had to search for on my own.

More importantly, a spellbinder is someone who has magic powers, or someone that can use spells; but at the same time, I have also read that Tara is a witch. After having watched the entire series multiple times, a witch is a spellbinder, but a spellbinder is not a witch. If I am wrong, it is the show's fault for not making this any more clear. Not only that, but the original title of the theme song is "Sortceliere," which technically does not translate into "sorceress."

[see, I told you]

And to add confusion, the official youtube channel says that Tara is a "spellweaver," but this could be a mistranslation. For convenience, "spellbinder" will be used instead of spellweaver. Not only is the former used in the English theme song, the characters use the same word in the English dub. And for a long time, I thought the first letter is meant to be capitalized, because it is an important word that specifies an important person.

I suspect that the show was created with fans of the book series in mind; in which case, the lack of exposition is understandable, albeit only for fans who have read the original text(s). But compounding this issue is Tara herself.

Being the main protagonist, she must have the strongest personality. She must have the most unique, interesting, or remarkable traits that define who she is and why she is the central character. Her physical beauty is not enough, and despite how noticeable and distinct it is, no character ever mentions or references the front portion of her hair, which is a different color from the rest of her head. While it is obviously genetics, due to her mother having the same abnormality, there is no explanation, let alone suggestion or why it is unique to her family. Because of this, it also gives the impression that it is just hair dye, or even that Tara is bad or lazy at dying her hair.

[there is something abnormal in this shot, and it's not the vampire]

Beyond this, she is not just attractive, she is a powerful magic user who lives in a luxurious manor that can literally defend her against trespassers. One of her romantic interests is Robin, a handsome elf that her rivals, Sandra and Olivia drool over. Tara even has her own majestic pegasus, and most importantly, her name is the title of the show. These elements prove that she is a Mary Su.

I honestly wonder if her creator, Sophie Audouin-Mamikonian, is actually going to read this, because Tara is a self-insert of herself; and she has admitted to this. I think I should also mention that she likes to be addressed as "Princess," because I honestly believe that the book and show were specifically created be her wish fulfillment. If they were, I'm glad she had (has?) fun, but that would explain the quality of the writing. Nothing is inherently wrong with self-inserts, but they risk becoming  flawless characters, hollow with no personality.

Tara's worst flaw is using via transportus incorrectly, and this does not happen often. If it did, it would present believable irony; she might have powerful magic, but she does not have the experience to use it correctly. And she doesn't even use other spells incorrectly or inefficiently.

In the episode "BFF," Tara says she has trouble making friends on Earth, and that she is a social outcast, but later episodes contradict this. Secondary characters such as Edward have no problem with her, and because she plays basketball, she has no issue with befriending the twins. Either that, or Sandra is less effective at suppressing Tara than she thinks, or Tara is effective at allowing Sandra to inhibit her, because at the end of the same episode, the twins walk over and socialize with her and her friends. I should also mention that in a later episode "Guardian of My Heart," the antagonist completely suspends his objective just because Tara is beautiful, I kid you not.

Even though Sparrow and Cal are not any more interesting as characters, they would make better protagonists. The former has spontaneous transformations that she cannot control, and better demonstrates naivety or lack of experience than Tara. As for Cal, his constant misuse of common Earth phrases exhibit his lack of familiarity in a new environment. But because Tara has blonde hair and blue eyes, the network decided she must be the main character.

[Even though Tara is the main character, how is she any different from the girls you see here?]

In spite of her being a Mary Su, I am legitimately interested in her role as Earth guardian. This enormous responsibility, which was passed down via mother and grandmother, is delegated to a teenage girl with teenage problems, which is highly ironic.

Being the next person in a lineage of spellbinders, Tara Duncan's plots work best when they are focused on the dilemma of balancing life as a spellbinder with the life of a non-spell, as seen in the episodes "Assault on the Manor" and "Heart of Stone."

Speaking of her magic, her powers are not based on any element, so she and her friends are not limited to one specific ability. Having an unlimited range of spells at their disposal, they have teleportation, transformation, miniaturization, memory wiping, and vocal transformation. In spite of this, these are not only basic, but they are not as interesting as they can be; and ironically, the characters limit themselves from using their powers to the full extent of their uniqueness; and due to how broad they are, the characters are not as vulnerable as they should be.

Although one good thing is, unlike the magic in Lolirock, I can not only understand the spells that Tara and friends vocalize, I can even spell them correctly without having to look them up. For example, "via reformis" is a spell that reforms or fixes things; while in Lolirock, I still don't know what "crystal collaida" is. Consequently, via reformis is a boring, uninteresting spell while crystal collaida launches a volley of crystal shards.

In general, Tara's magic is mild and subdued, to the point where climactic battles merely have characters standing back and releasing a beam, or stream of magic. I understand that these moments are meant to be intense, but the animation does not complement the action that is supposedly happening. There is not enough damage, let alone collateral damage to show the impact of what they do. Or just as egregious, when the show makes several action cuts, such as in the climax of "Four Parchments."

But it matters less when every episode follows a typical formula. A semchanach comes to Earth and Alpha team, lead by Tara, is dispatched to subdue him, her, or it. The slow pacing, excess exposition, and copious amounts of dialogue will deter new viewers. A lot of the episodes feel padded; to stretch every story to twenty-four minutes. And the runtime will feel longer if you are completely new to Tara Duncan. After passing through continuity lock-out, the show is better on a second viewing, albeit not by much. For comparison, Lolirock episodes do not require background knowledge of a pre-existing book series, especially when the show specifically takes place between the seventh and eighth book, long after basic exposition has been presented. The only good thing is that episodes can be watched out of order.

Tara is so uninteresting that I actually adore Sandra, despite her function as Tara's sworn rival. Being a direct anti-thesis to the main protagonist, straight down to her physical appearance, this may explain why she has more personality than her; even if admittedly, her worst offenses are physically attacking Tara and stealing Sparrow's diary. Although she is callous and otherwise nasty, she has more potential for growth and development than Tara does.

Whether she is unintelligent or ignorant of how to be a better person, she is a child-like brat without the same responsibilities as Tara. For these reasons, she is cuter and more fun to watch, such as the moment when she breaks down crying because she did not invite enough girls to her party.

Sandra makes every episode she appears in more entertaining. She brings the show closer to reality that Tara must deal with as a result of living on Earth. I would genuinely like to know about her than the title character, because Mary is a Tara Su

Understanding all the elements at play here, the show could have been Tara battling her grandmother. Because her mother is missing, Isabella is responsible for taking care of (or parenting) her. Due to the generation gap, Tara and Isabella could have had more intense conflict between them. Tara would like to be a regular, teenage girl while Isabella demands that she fulfill her obligation as Earth guardian. These issues are lightly discussed in episodes like "Gold Fever" and "Mirror of Youth," but they do not make a major bulk of the show. Furthermore, Master Chem is a surrogate father to Tara, and he is more liberal to her than her grandmother. For these reasons, I think the episode "Summer School" is good, because Master Chem and Isabella literally battle each other over what Tara should do for summer break. I also love the episode "Master Chem's Honor," due to Chem being stripped of his authority over Alpha Team; and consequently, his guardianship over Tara.

[you would think with a dvd cover like this, the show would be more exciting]

But this review is not entirely critical. Aside from Sandra, Sparrow is my favorite character for being cute and feminine. Aside from being attractively girly, she is also half animal, i.e. a big, hairy beast that she transforms into when she is upset or loses control. She is descended not only from the Beauty, but also the Beast, which explains her unusual, but charming quirk.

I also like the character Fafnir for her similarity to Carissa from Lolirock. Like Carissa, she has the energy of a warrior girl she makes very few appearances on the show. Unlike Carissa, she is a dwarf; but this does not stop her from using her full strength.

Master Chem is my favorite adult on the show, and beyond what I explained above, he has unique, and fun ways of debriefing Alpha Team. When Tara and Sparrow are looking through a clothing rack, he startles them by hiding in the clothes. In "Four Parchments," Chem sneaks into Tara's bedroom in the middle of night and scares her. Beyond this, he is sensible and fair to Tara and Alpha Team.

Beyond these three character, I also adore the show's use of split-screens. This is when two scenes play at the same time with a line splitting the screen. This happens when two characters are talking to each other, and they may even interact with the screen itself, usually by pulling or pushing it out. This makes the show a bit more charming, and it uses animation to its advantage. A good example is in the episode "Mirror of Youth," when Isabella pulls the split-screen from off-camera so that Tara can give her powers back to her. Another good example is in the episode "Alpha Male," when a miniature version of Tara pushes it away so that Robin can resume his mission. The creators use animation to the show's advantage, if not embraces it.

Characters and backgrounds are hand-drawn; and surprisingly, the show does not utilize flash animation, even though its production studio could have easily done this to save money. I would rather watch Tara Duncan over Angel's Friends because of this; and overall, character animation is equally good. Even though she and her friends do not wear anything interesting or unique, they are practical and conventional for everyday assignments in an urban environment.

The voice acting is nice, even if is too soft to capture a range of feelings, and even if it comes across as dull sometimes. Tara's voice in particular, is the nicest to listen to, even when it doesn't produce raw (RAWR?!) expressive emotions.

And admittedly, she is a bit less bland or dull than other girl show protagonists such as Iris from Lolirock. Not only does she play basketball with boys, she is also a fan of Madney Spears; and idolizing her, would like to dance just like her, triggering the events of "Gold Fever." So she is also athletic. I should also mention that unlike Iris, Tara is a bad singer.

And what makes her a bit more respectable than other girl shows is that she does not have a line of dolls like Winx, Bratz, or Ever After High. Instead, her series was produced to sell or promote the books, and as said before, maybe even satisfy the author's fantasies. Not only that, but Tara does not attend a special or magical school, a trope that is too common with girl shows.

Because she only lasted one season, she didn't waste all that much time, and it's still better than Angel's Friends, which got two seasons. And in a bizarre twist, I am weirdly nostalgic for her , even though I didn't catch (meet?) her back in 2010 when she was first broadcast, or when she first introduced herself.

But Tara does not have a meaningful premise, nor does she have as much spirit, or girl power, as other shows. It's quite baffling how little creativity she has, yet she was somehow given an entire, twenty-six episode animated series. I am not even the first to criticize her. For that matter, I am not even the first person to scrutinize her writing. And like I said earlier, she has another animated series. There is still no explanation for why her original incarnation did not continue for another season. Although the easiest explanation may be everything I just detailed above, because Tara is clearly lacking magic.

Overall Grade: D / D +

[the D stands for "Duncan"]

[Tara's face when she reads how bad her show is]

[leiawritesstories]

Happy follower celebration!! <3<3<3

May I request:

“I really want to see you first thing in the morning.”

Thank you so very much!!! 🥰💕 here you gooooo. enjoy!

Word count: 938

Warnings: none

500 followers celebration prompt fills

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"Hey." Aelin tucked her phone next to her ear, holding it with her shoulder as she unlocked her car.

"Hey, Fireheart." Rowan's voice flowed through the speaker, just the sound she needed to hear after a hell of a long shift at the restaurant. "Just clock out?"

"Yeah." She pulled the clip from her hair with a relieved groan. "God, it was such a long day. So many people. So many kids. So much bullshit."

"Bet you didn't take any bullshit."

"I try." She switched her phone to speaker and set it in the cupholder before backing out of her parking spot and heading away from the restaurant where she worked. "Seems like all the ridiculous crap comes on the weekends, though."

"Want to come over?" He sounded so hopeful. "You can rant all you need, love."

She glanced at the clock. "I'm gonna swing by my place first to shower and get out of these disgusting clothes, ok?"

"Take your time." He paused. "Wait no, not too much time. I wanna see you."

She laughed. "Has anyone ever told you you're the clingy one, buzzard?"

"Don't see anything wring with it," he returned, chuckling. "I gotta go, but I'll see you soon?"

"Yeah." She blew him an invisible kiss. "Love you, buzzard."

"Love you too, Fireheart."

An hour later, showered and changed and carrying an overnight bag, Aelin walked up the front steps of Rowan's townhouse, knocked twice, and walked in. "Ro?"

"Hey." He jogged down the hall, met her in the entryway, and tipped his head down to kiss her soundly. "I made food."

She perked up, kicked off her shoes, and bolted for the kitchen. "You're the best, Ro!"

He followed, shaking his head fondly at the way she was so much more excited to see the food than him. "Maybe I should've thought twice before proposing, love. Seems you're more in love with food than your poor sad old fiancé."

"Stop that, drama queen," she laughed. "I'm just hungry, and your cooking is amazing." She gave him a broad, suggestive wink. "I'll get a whole free chef when we get married."

"Trust me, love, I can handle myself in the kitchen." He wrapped his arms around her from behind.

"You like it better when I handle you, though," she hummed, casually serving herself a big bowl of the soup he'd made.

Rowan spluttered, his face flaring bright read. "Aelin!"

She burst into bright laughter. "I'll never get tired of seeing you all riled up, love."

He mumbled something incoherent about just how much she loved doing that to him and wisely changed the subject. "Wanna watch a movie?"

"When have I ever said no to that?" she grinned. "Let me guzzle this soup like a starving madwoman first and then yes, absolutely I do."

"Take your time, love," he laughed. "I need dinner too, y'know."

"Oh, so you didn't make this whole pot of soup just for me?"

"Nope." He grabbed his own bowl ad filled it up. "Sorry to disappoint."

"Guess I have to knock a star off your Yelp review," she teased.

He laughed softly and nudged her towards the kitchen table. "For someone who's supposedly so hungry, you sure aren't doing a lot of eating, Ae."

Once she had a full, satisfied stomach, Aelin helped Rowan clear away the dishes, waving off his protest that he could do it all by himself, and went to the hall closet to get a big armful of fluffy blankets. Rowan's mom kept buying him throw blankets every fall and winter, insisting that he needed "splashes of color to liven up his boring gray house." Rowan pretended to be annoyed, but Aelin knew he secretly loved his collection of seasonal blankets. She loved the blankets, at least.

"How many of those does one person even need?" he teased as he came into the living room to find her snuggled into a blanket cocoon on the L-shaped couch.

"Not all of us are human furnaces, buzzard," she returned. "What are we watching?"

"Hmm...well, I'm in a classic cinema mood tonight."

"Oh gods," Aelin mock-groaned. "Why aren't you ever in a rom-com mood, you know, like a normal person?"

"Since when have I ever been a rom-com person?" Rowan asked dryly. "Besides, I know you want to watch The Godfather."

"You're too good at the bribery thing." She moved the blankets aside enough for him to sit down. "C'mere, buzzard."

Rowan obediently settled down beside her, stretching out his long legs so she could cuddle herself snugly against the toned planes of his body. He turned on the movie, turned off the lights, and tucked Aelin's blankets comfortably around her. Knowing full well she probably wouldn't stay awake for the whole movie, he idly combed his fingers through her hair.

Aelin lasted an hour before she was asleep on his chest, her breath brushing his collarbones in even pulses. A tender smile curled his lips as he watched her peaceful face. He watched the rest of the movie, turned the TV off, and rested there on the couch, his fiancée asleep in his arms.

She blinked awake a few minutes later. "Movie done?" she mumbled.

"Mhmm." He kissed her forehead. "You made it a whole hour; I think that's a new record."

"You're mean." She poked his chest, not causing any actual harm thanks the the layers of blankets. "Le's'go upstairs. Sleep. Bed."

He chuckled. "Are you propositioning me, love?"

"Nope." She shook her head. "I just really want to see you first thing in the morning."

Gods, the way Rowan's heart fluttered at that simple statement.

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PERFUME GENIUS AT BEARSVILLE THEATER.

Photos by Christopher Hall.

Ten years ago Perfume Genius, the music project of Michael Hadreas, released Too Bright. The album felt transformative - like a door being kicked open in your mind. Too Bright, co-produced by Adrian Utley of Portishead and Ali Chant, was lauded by every music critic from here to the further reaches of the solar system.

Brandon Stousy's fantastic review of the album in Pitchfork puts the album into better words than I ever could - "Too Bright is, by far, Hadreas' most extroverted album to date, a record about shattering illusions, defiantly looking away when you feel like it, and boldly staring back at those who hate you. It's also about personalizing your experience, and rejecting the clichés placed on it by outsiders."

In celebration of the ten year anniversary of Too Bright, Perfume Genius has hit the road to play the album front to back. I photographed Perfume Genius back in 2015 at Stage 48 in New York City following the release of Too Bright. I remember the surge of electricity through the crowd as "Queen" - a contender for one of the absolute best songs of the '10's - reached its crescendo at the end of the set. Last night "Queen" settled into the second spot on the show's setlist, a remarkable show placement - but one representative of the album's sequencing. Hadreas commented on how strange it was to play "Queen" that early in the set having closed countless shows with it in the years since.

It felt right though. As the album has seeped into people's lives over the past ten years, through headphones or car speakers, we all started by hitting play on "I Decline" at the front of the album. The soft piano keys of "I Decline," in a tango with Hadreas' voice, fills the rocket ship with gasoline before "Queen" pushes the button to take off. As Hadreas launched into "Queen" last night I felt that similar electric current move through the crowd, but it wasn't the one I felt in 2015 in Stage 48. The feeling was closer to memories of the album playing late at night in the decade since its birth, a warm atmosphere for any number of moments. The album's impact is a large and lasting one - it has become a part of people's memories. Dear Michael Hadreas, thanks for ten years of a great album and for writing "Fool."

Check out everything Perfume Genius over here.

Christopher Hall posts over here. Still trying to figure out how to be in two places at once.

[beautifulpersonpeach]

Are we getting your review on set me free? The real question is and you know it Did he make the bias list?

***

Hi Anon,

I already reviewed Set Me Free Pt 2. I've written more about SMF Pt 2 than I have about any other song actually. But I'll provide a summary here for you:

My expectations before listening to it - here and here.

My initial reaction immediately after listening to it - here.

My review and Jimin's interview - here and here.

Initial response to panicky asks in my inbox + fan art - here.

Yet another word on the subject of autotune - here.

Alternate perspective on 'opps' - here.

And on the question of if Jimin is now my bias... well, the answer is,

Yes, I think he is.

I mean, I've been in a daze since Friday. It's been more than 24 hours and my body still feels as though it's on fire every time I listen to it. This man dropped the best song of the year, in March. Like Jimin doesn't need to do anything else the rest of 2023, he has already dropped the song of the year.

I haven't mentioned this yet, but one of the most impressive things about SMF Pt 2 is the backup dancers. It is very difficult to perform high-intensity moves for longer than a minute (according to a friend who dances professionally), but in SMF Pt 2 the dancers start doing HIIT push-up moves 2:30 minutes into the song. They'd been dancing for over two minutes and ratcheted up the intensity later on in the song. It's crazy difficult. And yet that's the minimum of what is required to keep up with Jimin. Because he executes every single move perfectly.

And then there's the lyrical content of the song that just sealed the deal for me. I'll explain: the rapline are my loves for life because the way they speak reminds me of myself, sometimes. It's one reason. They have an acute awareness of who they are, and they've explicitly communicated it to everyone through their art. To do that well requires a peculiar kind of energy. That's an energy I relate to on a fundamental level, and I usually feel it only from the rapline. No other member. Until Jimin in Set Me Free Pt 2.

*

I say "I think" he is my bias because there's still a chance he's not. I mean, I'm still able to write about him. My brain isn't misfiring at the thought. Etc. So maybe I'm just in shock, but Jimin in this song is all I've been able to think about for hours now. I've listened to his song on three different earphones, one headphone, and three speakers. In the car too. He sounds only more incredible every time. His pronunciation of the lyrics tells me he fully believes every word coming out of his mouth. The song is a masterpiece. An auditory delight.

He's such a beautiful genius.

Nasty too.

But that's what I like.

So here we are.

[kaunis-sielu]

Sick: 4

Helen banishes Steve into his room.

“We should check on the others.” You say, you need something else to focus on so you don’t panic spiral over Steve. “Nat lives with Clint and Pepper lives with Tony.”

“Go. You’ve been maskless in here and you’re not showing any symptoms. Shower and go.” Helen says and you nod. You don’t look at Steve, if you do you’ll break.

You move out of the med bay and into the showers where you take a quick shower, cry a little and then head out to check on the rest of your friends.

You knock on Nat’s door, when she doesn’t answer you let yourself in.

“Natalia?!”

“She’s not here Nox. They had a call for help an hour ago.” FRIDAY informs you.

“Who went?”

“Carol, Kamala, Natasha and Wanda.”

“Where is Pepper?”

“Stark office.”

“Tell her I’m on my way.”

“Of course.” You hurry to the elevator and make your way upstairs, it’s not long before you’re up on the level of Pepper’s office. She greets you at the door.

“Tony?” She asks, her face pale and anxious.

“He’s okay, his temperature is down but he’s still unconscious and not because of me. I came to check on you. How are you feeling?”

“Fine but Happy isn’t here, I was about to send Peter over to check on him.”

“Not a bad idea. Tell Peter to keep his mask on, it has filtration right?”

“It does.”

“Tell him it stays on.”

“I will.” She promises her phone in her hands, “you’ll keep me updated on Tony?”

“Of course. Let me know about Happy.”

“Why don’t you stay? It’ll only be a couple of minutes. They live in the same building now. With May gone Tony made sure that Peter had somewhere safe and Happy volunteered to keep an eye on him.”

“That’s so sweet.”

“I know, Happy will never admit it but he’s got a real soft spot for that kid.” Pepper says as she calls Peter, when he answers her worried gaze meets yours.

“Peter? Are you alright?” She says then pulls the phone away from her ear with wide eyes. She puts the phone on speaker and you’re greeted with hacking coughs.

“Ms. Pepper? I don’t,” he coughs a few more times, “I don’t feel so good.”

“Peter where are you?” You ask your worried gaze meets Pepper’s.

“Nox?”

“Yea Spider. Where are you?”

“Home.”

“I’m on my way.” You don’t wait. You sprint downstairs and to the garage.

“FIRDAY, get me directions to Peter.” You say tugging your helmet on. Tony had made the display screen like his, with the ability to show you the fastest route, warn you about any hazards and communicate with the team.”

“Directions uploaded.” She says as you tear out of the garage and up a ramp that leads to the road.

“Order me a car to follow me.” You don’t know how else to get Peter back to the tower but you’ll be able to get to him faster on your bike. “Also tell Helen where I’m going.”

“Okay Nox.” FRIDAY says as you tear through the streets. At one point you’re up on the sidewalk because of abandoned cars. What the fuck is going on? It literally looks like the apocalypse.

At one point a woman yells, “Avenger!” And you screech to a stop. You’re four blocks away from where Peter is but you can’t just ignore a civilian.

“How can I help?” You ask the woman not removing your helmet.

“What is going on! All these people are sick! The hospitals are overrun and we haven’t even heard from any of you!” She yells and you realize that she just wants someone to yell at.

“We’re doing our best to figure it out.”

“Where’s Ironman!”

“Working. He’s working.”

“So he’s not infected?” She asks and you suddenly get a bad feeling.

“FRIDAY,” you whisper.

“Running facial recognition.” She says as the woman snaps,

“What?“

“We should have more information Friday.” You lie, “I have to go.”

“No.” She reaches for your arm but you knock it away and gun it away from her.

“FRIDAY who was she?” You ask as you watch the woman stalk down the street and out of your review mirror.

“I don’t know.”

“What?”

“I’m still looking but what I’m coming up with doesn’t make sense.”

“Tell me.” You instruct as you pull up to Peter and Happy’s building.

“It was the face of a woman who is not where that woman was.”

“Explain.” You say as you punch in the code for Peter’s building, it had shown up on the screen of your helmet when you’d looked at the keypad.

“That face belongs to a woman named Everly Winston. But when I track Ms. Winston she’s exactly where she should be. At work.”

“What does she do for a living?”

“Paralegal.”

“No siblings? Like a twin?” You ask punching the button for the elevator. Happy lives on the 40th floor and Peter is on the 37th so you won’t be walking up the stairs.

“No, I am 100% certain that is the face of Everly Winston but that it was not Everly Winston.” She informs you as the elevator slides open and you get in punching the button for Peter’s floor.

“What the hell?”

“Indeed.” FRIDAY agrees as you take the elevator up. You hurry to Peter’s door and pound on it. You hear him coughing and pull out your lock picking kit, something you’ve always carried due to constantly locking yourself out of your apartment. After a couple seconds you’re into his apartment and Peter is on the floor coughing, his whole body shaking with the effort.

“Nox? Get out. You’ll,” he has to stop talking to cough, “you’ll get sick.”

“No I won’t. Go to sleep Pete.” You tell him softly cupping his face and he doesn’t fight it just sinks into sleep. You heft him onto your back and head back out of the apartment.

“FRIDAY, tell Helen and Pepper I have Peter and will be checking on Happy as soon as I get Peter into the car.”

“I’m sending some bots to help with Happy.” He is quite a bit bigger than you so this is a good idea.

“Do it.” You agree as the doors slide open to the elevator. To your horror there’s an older woman already on the elevator. You get on, Peter over your shoulders and she doesn’t even bat an eye.

You get him downstairs as the car is rolling up, you open the passenger side and shove him in before buckling him and shutting the door.

“FRIDAY where are my bots?”

“Incoming. You have a message from Steve.”

“Don’t-“

“Hey Doll, I’m fine. I’m feeling fine.” His rich voice fills your helmet before you can stop it, “I just wanted to check on you. FRIDAY updated me on your weird encounter. I think the woman was wearing one of those masks that Nat used when we took down Pierce. There’s a glitch in the video just before you push her hand away, by her chin, that means she might be Hydra and might have changed her face. Be careful. I love you.” You let out a soft breath that you hadn’t realized you were holding.

“FRIDAY, keep your head on a swivel.” You tell her,

“On it.” You know she’s scanning your area for any danger now. You move back into the apartment building and after locking Peter’s door you head for Happy. He’s in bed, barely conscious so with a gentle touch you put him to sleep too. The bots take him out gently and you lock the door behind you. He goes into the back seat of the SUV and you lead it through the streets on your bike.

“FRIDAY, connect me with the lab.” You say, as you get closer to the tower.

“You’re connected.”

“I have Peter and Happy. We’re on our way back.”

“Good. What’s it like out there?”

“Apocalyptic. Cars are abandoned, hardly anyone is out, it’s weird.”

“So others are sick?”

“It seems so. At least according to that shady woman.”

“Shit.” Helen says and you hum in agreement. Shit is absolutely right.

“We should be there in less than five minutes. I have the SUV following me, but it looks like it’s just plowing through any vehicles in the way.” You tell her watching the SUV crash another car out of the way in one of your rear view mirrors. “Oh, yea that’s what it’s doing.” Helen laughs and you know it’s not that funny but it’s nice to hear a little bit of joy.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t laugh but that was so funny.” She says and a smile pulls at your lips. “How long until you’re here?”

“We’re three blocks out.”

“We’ll be ready for you.” You don’t know where you’re even going to put these two. Maybe you can move some of the more stable guys into a quarantine room? But that’s the problem, are any of them actually stable?

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Constructive feedback

I'm a compulsive feed-backer. At least, I think that's the right word. It feels like the verb might be in the wrong place - one who backs feeds, perhaps, like a supporter of TV channels - but I'm not sure of the alternative. Back-feeder? Or does that make me sound like one of those oxpeckers - you know, the birds that ride around on kudu or wildebeest - or something else entirely? You can let me know, if you like. I certainly would.

I mean that I give feedback. Any chance I get, really - and you'd be surprised how many there are. The pop-up that you'd usually swipe away; the installation screens you scramble through. Am I willing to spare two minutes for a quick survey? You bet. Rate us in the app store? Don't mind if I do.

Sometimes they don't even ask for it. There's just a company email address on the leaflet, a pause in the spiel, and suddenly I'm giving more feedback than a microphone within an inch of its own speaker. I write letters to global corporations; I phone back their call centres; I scribble on marketing flyers and return them to sender. A compulsion, as I said. It's a problem, except that I'm not sure that it is.

I like to feel that, in my own small way, I'm improving the world. Most people don't have the patience for all of that work, and so it's down to the likes of me, the back-feeders, to spot the errors; to suggest the improvements; to do the silent work that makes everything we use a little bit better. I identify bugs, and I swat them away before they have the chance to land on your salad. You're welcome.

By and large, I find myself ignored, and that's okay. I'll occasionally feed that back in turn, for important stuff - when the council take too long to acknowledge my letters about potholes, for instance - but otherwise I'm happy to work in the shadows, offering up my free advice without the hope of recognition or reward.

They don't all have to heed my words. I know that I can be pernickety, a pedant, a perfectionist. Not all of my suggested improvements can be prioritised, and I appreciate that resources might be better spent elsewhere. I just give them the information, and leave the best course of action for them to decide.

That is, I used to. Until the start of this month, when I left a restaurant a two star review, and walked past later to find it had closed down. I felt guilty, wondering if I was responsible, although I hadn't thought my words too harsh; perhaps the proprietor had thinner skin than that which lay across the surface of his soup, I thought.

But then I called the local pet store's attention to the uneven drawing of its parking bays, and they vanished too: not even the shop, just the car park. I tried it with a park I visited, which needed more benches in the shade, and suddenly there weren't any benches, or even any shade. It felt like a petulant response, co-ordinated across the various powers that be, sick and tired of my complaining. It was like I was provoking them, or they were trying to provoke me.

I tried to cut back, of course, but you can't just quit the habit of a lifetime. I decided to redirect my energies elsewhere, starting a blog to vent my thoughts about life more generally, rather than risk upsetting any more people: I moaned about the way it always seemed to rain on the weekend, or how quickly my knees and back had gone with age, and suggested flaws in natural systems, like the strange way that animals and plants with warning colours now looked more attractive to humans, particularly young children.

One day I received a parcel in the post. I hadn't been expecting anything, and my immediate thought was that the postal service had delivered to the wrong address, despite my previous corrections, but it was my name on the label. Inside the box, I found another note addressed to me, atop a set of neatly folded golden robes.

"Go on, then," it read, in a language I shouldn't have been able to read, and therefore couldn't check for typos. "Let's see you do any better."

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🔥Sanji x Reader 🏵️

Pairing: Vinsmoke Sanji x f!reader

Tags: F/N used, hairstyle mentioned, long hair implied

Characters Mentioned: Vinsmoke Sanji, Roronoa Zoro, Nami, Monkey D. Luffy, Boa Hancock (mentioned)

Warnings: cigarettes mentioned, light swearing, first kiss

Word Count: 3704

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Notes:

**FLUFF !!!**

self insert is fem/fem implied !!!

modern au !!!

listen to the songs mentioned while reading for the best experience!

Summary: You walk into a salon and get a haircut that was created by the salon master Vinsmoke Sanji. A couple weeks later, you meet him and his friends again by coincidence at the mall. You spend time with Sanji and his friends at the mall and get to know them a bit better. Months later, you're invited to a party by Nami and you accept, going to the slumber party where later in the night, Sanji confesses to you and you share a tender kiss.

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It’s bright outside, the sun beating hot and your car’s air conditioning blowing quietly on your face as you sit in your car in silence with your own thoughts. You’re slightly annoyed as you keep sticking to your seat, the loud cicada’s chirping buzzing in your ears in contrast to the low volume of one of your favorite songs that came from your car speakers.

You open your phone and go into your social media, deciding to look at yourself in the camera and maybe goof off with some of the provided filters. You do so, realizing that your hair is becoming long, hair to maintain in the heat, and kind of unruly. The previous color you had in your hair is now faded and your roots are showing through.

You scrunch your lip at the camera and mess with your hair a little bit, realizing that you should probably go get a haircut. You switch tabs and look up the nearest hair salon near your location. You go through some salon options, reading reviews and the like before a specific location catches your eye. The name of the place was called “Piratella Hair Studio”.

After reading most of the reviews, you decide that this is the place that you’re going to decide to go to. Wanting to find out a bit more about the place, you dial the phone number. You wait a while as the ringback tone sounds in your ear.

After a while of waiting, a burly, stretched out, Brooklyn accent female voice comes to the line. “Hello, Piratella Hair Studio, how can we help’ya today?” The lady was chewing gum pretty audibly, but you got by it.

“Good afternoon, um, I was wondering if you guys take walk-ins?” You asked nervously, almost like you were hiding behind the phone.

“Oh yea hunny, we take walk-ins. Just c’mon down to’tha salon and we’ll take care of’ya.” The voice replied, the same gum-smacking coming through the other end of the line.

“Alright, I’ll be there, thank you ma’am!” You said, hurriedly hanging up the phone and sighing, rubbing your temples. I guess that gum she was eating was a bit more annoying than you originally thought. You slung your seatbelt around your chest and clicked it into the buckle, turning the key in the ignition and driving off, having the location put into your GPS.

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You arrive at the hair salon, unbuckling your seatbelt and grabbing your personal belongings. You exit your vehicle, making sure you lock it before entering the salon. When you step foot in the doorway, your nose is bombarded by various smells: stingy, lemony hairspray, nose-torching, acidic hair bleach, shrouding, tear-jerking cigarette smoke… all of it wafting into your nose all at once, forcing a cough out of you. “Beauty and a Beat” by Justin Beiber and Nicki Minaj played faintly as a sort of “ambience”.

The same Brooklyn voice then called out to you. “Hi hunny, take a seat, sorry ‘bout the smell, you’ll get used’ta it. Just take a seat there on that chair and one of our stylists will gett’ya.” Looking the lady up and down, she was no different than how you imagined her in your head. Already standoffish about this salon, you hesitantly sat down in the seat closest to the doorway just in case you needed a breath of fresh air. Were the replies and reviews lying to you? Was this place actually terrible compared to a different place you could have gone? You were already there, though. No going back now, right?

After a while of wafting smoke and other fumes away from your face, a smooth, French voice called out to you. “Madame, come up here, it’s your turn.” You look up to see a blond haired man with swirly eyebrows. Kind of weird, right? A cigarette was bobbing in between his lips as he spoke. So that’s where all the smoke was coming from… You hurriedly stood up from the ripped leather chair and shuffled over to a surprisingly comfortable chair.

“Hello m’lady, my name is Sanji and I am your hairstylist for today. My, my, you’ve got quite a hefty amount of hair here, gorgeous hair at that.” He said. You felt flattered as he commented on your hair but you brushed it off as mere talk.

“It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Sanji. My name is F/N.”

“It’s nice to meet you as well, F/N. Now, what can we do for you today here at Piratella Hair Studio?” He asked, running his fingers through your hair. You shudder a bit as he examines your hair and scalp, feeling his slightly soft fingertips graze your scalp. You think for a moment before opening your mouth to speak.

“I’m not too sure what I want, but something that I do know is that I definitely want it cut a bit shorter than this not only for maintenance purposes but also because of the summer heat.”

Sanji takes a puff of his cigarette, the smoke circling around you two. You waft it away from your face, closing your teary eyes. “Sorry about that F/N, eh, I tend to just have a bit of a smoke when I work. I hope you don’t mind it.” Something was seriously wrong with this salon… well, the rest of it.

Looking at your surroundings, you notice that only the section that you and Sanji were standing and sitting in were extremely different from the rest. The chair was a lot more luxurious, the lights weren’t shattered, the mirror wasn’t cracked top to bottom, the floor was vibrant and clean… It was like a whole different establishment.

“I guess I can tolerate it for now…” You mutter under your breath as you sit awkwardly in the chair. Sanji then nods his head before speaking to you while looking at the mirror.

“I’m thinking we can take your hair up to shoulder length, maybe shorter? Short hairstyles are eh, comment dis-tu cela en anglais...? Ehm, easy to keep, yeah?” He asked, pursing his lips a bit.

“I guess so, yeah. And I don’t want any color, I think I might just keep my natural hair color for now…” You instructed. Since your last dye-job was from when your hair was neck-length, all the color was at the bottom now. “You can cut it off, right? The color at the bottom, I mean.”

Sanji nodded slightly. “Definitely. Alright, with that all set, are you ready for me to snip snip?” He chuckled, smoke exiting the sides of his mouth from the cigarette. You nod your head slowly as Sanji picks up the first lock of your hair…

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Your eyes widen slightly as you finally watch your hair all come together, a style you never thought you could pull off. Running your fingers through your hair slightly, a smile tugs the corners of your lips. You fix your bangs to how you like them, still looking at yourself directly into the mirror.

“Well, madam, do you like it? This hairstyle makes you look really cute, you know.” Sanji asked, taking the apron off of you and flapping it out, all the loose hair on it flying off. You nod your head enthusiastically, your face slightly reddening as you were flattered once again. “I love it! I never thought I would be able to pull off something like this!” You cheered slightly.

Sanji looks at you with a grin. “Viola, mademoiselle, your hair. It is of my greatest gratitude that you love your new hair.” You look at the cost chart next to Sanji’s station, it’s all relatively cheap. You owed $15, but you paid him $25 for the amazing and quick service.

“Is there a way I can contact you again? Like a business card or something?” You asked the blond man in front of you. He hands you a business card that has a marble background and gold lettering. It had a picture of Sanji, his full name, the address of where he works, his job’s phone number and his personal phone number.

“Don’t be afraid to call me, gorgeous.” He said, giving you a pretty wink.

You nodded your head and waved goodbye, walking out of the establishment and hurriedly getting to your car to combat the summer heat and prevent your hair from frizzing. Once you got in your car, you opened up your phone again, the same app from earlier. You liked how your hair looked now, all thanks to that… Strangely flirtatious man.

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It’s a new day and you’re at the mall, by yourself. You wanted to go shopping and you did end up buying a couple things but you wanted to shop in a couple more stores before you left. Wanting to take a break from walking all this time, you took a seat on one of the sofas in the center of the plaza. Since you had nothing better to do, you open up your phone and scroll through social media.

There wasn’t much to look at anyways. It was kind of a boring, no-post day. What made it worse is that your headphones died, so now you have to listen to the cheap, low-quality audio that the mall had. “Vampire” by Olivia Rodrigo was playing, echoing throughout the entire place, muddled with the loud voices inside the mall. You look up from your device and notice someone familiar.

You couldn’t quite put your finger on it since the person you were looking at looked familiar but… like a stranger at the same time. Blond hair, average figure, pretty tones, swirly eyebrows… swirly eyebrows? That’s who it was! Sanji, the hairstylist who cut your hair the other day. And it seems he noticed you too. He waved to you from halfway across the plaza and you decided to wave back. You snickered to yourself a bit as you watched his friend nudge him.

“Hey Fancy Brows, are you trying to make another lady swoon for ya? You always end up falling.” The one next to him said. Sanji looked a bit irritated, but in a playful demeanor. “Won’t matter though, they always fall for the ones that are taller. And I am taller than you.”

“By one centimeter, Mosshead. One fucking centime-”

“Will you two stop fighting for once?! You have the lovely girl waiting, she looks super sweet and is probably waiting for you guys (plus me!) to go over there and say hi or whatever! Get your heads out of your asses and go!” The redheaded girl said, shoving the two apart. As much as it looked like Sanji and this “Mosshead” person wanted to ignore her, she was right, and they obliged, the three of them walking towards you.

“Hello mademoiselle, you’re the lady I gave a hair trim to two weeks ago, right?” Sanji asked you, raising an eyebrow. “Oh, yeah, that’s me! Sanji was your name, right?” Sanji smiled and nodded. “Sanji it is indeed, madam. And yours was, eh… F/N, yes?” He asked you.

Nodding your head, you smiled. “Mhm! I see you have some friends here, mind if I ask who you two are?”

The redheaded one looked at the green-haired one. “Well, I’m Nami. I’m Sanji’s girl best friend! You looked super sweet so I decided to force these two numbskulls to get their shit together and say hi to you. Aren’t I a great friend?” Nami giggled. You swallowed a lump in your throat, smiling nervously. “...Yeah! Perfect friend!”

You turned your gaze to the green haired one. “My name is-”

“His name doesn’t matter, he’s a dummy and spews shit out hi-”

The green haired one slapped his hand over Sanji’s mouth, holding it there. “The name’s Zoro. Ignore what Swirly Brows says. He’s also an idiot.” Zoro rolled his eyes, Sanji looking at him upset.

“Well, my name is F/N, and I was Sanji’s client a couple weeks back. He did a really good job on my hair, I’m super happy with it. It’s been super easy to take care of recently and I’m glad it’s not as hard to tend to.” You said, standing up and shaking everyone’s hand.

“Oh, I forgot about the other one. You see that one over there?” Sanji said, pointing towards a black-haired young man with a straw hat loosely fitted around his head. “His name is Luffy. We don’t take him out much, but today was nice so we decided to… let him run free. He’s kind of in his own world now, you can talk to him later.” You giggle, watching the young man continuously drop quarters into a claw machine, shaking the game every time the crane drops the stuffed animal.

“Well, it’s very nice to meet you all, I’m sure we’ll all be great friends, yeah?” You said, smiling at the three who stood before you. “Yeah, definitely! Oh, Sanji, can they come to our party? Pleeeaasseee? I mean, five is better than four, right, Sanji? Please Sanji? Please?” Nami said, shaking the sophisticated man, grunting as she slowly began putting force into her movements.

“Okay, okay! Fine, they can come!! Just stop rattling my brain!” He yelped, running his hand across his face as he recovered from the shock of being violently thrashed by Nami. “Geez…”

“Yay! I’m so excited. Here, give me your phone number, and I’ll send you Sanji’s address. We're having a slumber movie and watching horror movies! I mean, the party’s not for another few weeks, but it’s good to prepare early, right?” Nami spoke quickly, ripping her phone out of her purse and opening her contacts, handing her bedazzled phone to you so you can type in your number.

“...Sure. You’re quite quick to invite me, don’t you think?” You said, a bit reluctant to put your number in just yet. You look at Sanji, then at Zoro, and finally at Nami. “I mean… ee-yeah, BUT I mean who wouldn’t want to go to a super cool SLUMBER party? And especially since you’re friends with Sanji I know you’re a good person!”

“Friends with Sanji? I mean, he cut my hair once… that’s pretty much it…” You said, rubbing the back of your neck. You swallowed another lump in your throat, this was a lot, all at once too. Sanji noticed you were visibly getting uncomfortable, so he stepped in.

“Alright Nami, let’s lay off for a minute, eh, mademoiselle, how about you come spend the rest of your time here at the mall with the four of us, we can all get to know each other better, yes?” The blond one asked you. I mean, you already knew Sanji, it wouldn’t be bad just to spend some more time with him and his friends… if it weren’t for the invitation being right off-the-bat, you would’ve accepted going to the party… other than that, you have no other reason to really decline at least this offer.

“Sure. I’ll come hang out with you guys for a little bit… I don’t see why not.” Nami looked excited, now beginning to thrash Zoro around. “Yay!! They accepted!! Aren’t you excited, Zoro?” Nami said, looking the man in the eyes.

Zoro looked dizzy.

Sanji ushered everyone to follow, everyone reluctantly doing so. Luffy, a bit behind than the rest of the group, noticed that everyone was leaving so he began to dash and skidaddle over to the group. "Whooaahh! Wait for me Sanjiiiii!!!"

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That day, you spent about an hour and a half hanging out with Sanji and the rest of his friends, having a good time nonetheless. You began to grow more comfortable around them, especially Nami due to her sweet and hype personality. You did notice though, that Sanji was complimenting you a lot. It flattered you.

You felt like your heart was jumping rope in your chest every time Sanji complimented you, not even just that day you hung out with him but at other points in time as well. When you, Nami and Sanji hung out at the public pool, when you and Sanji went to a cafe, when you, Sanji and Zoro went to a park… throughout the entire hang out, he was complimenting you.

It… didn’t bother you, for some reason. You were starting to like his compliments more and more, they made you feel… special, a lot different from the other compliments you’ve received in the past from other people alike. How were you already getting woozy and warm inside just because of a-

Your train of thought stops because you got a notification on your phone. It was from Nami. You raised an eyebrow, wondering why Nami would contact you at a time like this.

(Nami) - 10:57 P.M.

hi F/N !!! (☆ω☆*) so like… i know i mentioned this ages and ages ago but do you still want to come to that slumber party ?

(You) - 10:57 P.M.

sure ! i’ll be there, what time does it start and where is it ?

(Nami) - 10:59 P.M.

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here’s the address, it’s sanji’s house, the party starts at 6 P.M. !!! i’ll be there so don’t worry !! 💅🏻(๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧

That slumber party… you had forgotten you were invited altogether. You recalled it now, how you were super uncomfortable with going over there during that time at the mall, but now, it felt like a dream. You already knew you were going to have to prepare an outfit, so you rolled out of bed and started to put an outfit together.

Excitedly, you find your best pair of pajama bottoms and your best top to match and set it aside. You had time to go get everything ready for yourself tomorrow, so for now you just decided to lay down and get some rest.

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The next evening, you were getting ready to leave your house and go to Sanji’s place, making sure you brought all your slumber party essentials. You exit your house, locking your front door and checking it twice before getting into your vehicle and driving over to Sanji’s house.

Upon arrival, you can see figures moving around inside the dimly lit living room. You exit your car and grab your backpack, going to the front door and knocking. The door swings open and Zoro is at the door. “Oh, hey, it’s F/N guys!” A loud, feminine cheer echoes within the room, coming straight from Nami. You smile awkwardly as you shuffle inside, your pajamas slightly tight fitted around you.

“Wow, F/N, I love your PJ’s!” Nami commented, coming up to you and hugging you. “Oh, and I say this to every person who arrives other than myself and Sanji, be glad that Boa isn’t here or else we’ll have to deal with her swooning over Luffy when he barely has the mental capacity to even recognize her flirtatiousness. Yuck!”

You chuckle a little bit, looking over at Luffy’s direction.

This time, for once, he wasn’t in his own world, but instead knocked the fuck out, sleeping. The position he was sleeping in made him look like he fell from the 4th floor of a building, which made you laugh a bit. “Silly lil’ Luffy, slump already.” You said.

After you settled in, the rest of the night was a hit. You guys ate dinner together, watched some scary movies, played on Sanji’s console for a while, and things finally began to tone down. Nami, Luffy and Zoro were all fast asleep, and it was only you and Sanji who were awake.

Sanji looked tense, uneasy, almost. His face looked nervous and a bit pale, like something was eating at him and it was burning. You reach out your hand to his shoulder. “You okay Sanj? You look a bit nervous.” You said, your eyebrows furrowing into a concerned expression, your eyes following suit.

Sanji nods slowly, then looks at you. “F/N, can I talk to you alone? Away from the others. I don’t want any of them accidentally eavesdropping on what I want to say to you.” Your heart began racing in your chest, looking at the three others around you. Sanji hasn’t ever really called you by your real name before other than your first contact. This scared you slightly, but you nodded your head anyway and followed Sanji to the dining room. Beginning with a low, semi-unintelligible voice, Sanji spoke to you directly.

“F/N, I don’t really know how to express myself to the fullest extent that I have in my mind right now, but I think now is the right time to really speak my heart out to you.” Sanji took a breath, and you looked at him carefully. “It’s only been a month and some change and I’m probably em… how do you say, eh… walking into this too fast. But over the time we’ve been together, I’ve realized that I’ve caught new emotions for you. I believe in English, it is said that I have a crush on you.”

Sanji has a crush on you? You had to admit it, you were crushing on him too, but this felt so sudden… but you wanted this so bad… all the times he made your heart flutter, all the times he made you swallow the awkward lump in your throat, every time he made you think positively of yourself… you couldn’t want anything more than Sanji to yourself. “Sanji, I-”

“No, it’s okay F/N, you don’t have to reciprocate the feelings, it’s okay, really.”

“Sanji, I have a crush on you too.” There was a beat of silence. It filled the room and it was loud. Sanji’s face slowly lit up red and the corners of his lips lit up into a smile. “Oh, F/N, je t'aime…” He said to you, holding you close. Your heart skipped a beat slightly as you batted your lashes at him.

You gently push yourself into him, pressing your lips against his. His lips were soft and tender, they felt so nice against yours. It was your first kiss, and it made your life worthwhile, your heart running track as you shared the intimacy with him. Sanji closed his eyes and held you close, eventually pulling away from the liplock. “I love you, mon amour.”

“I love you too.”

☆⋆｡𖦹° 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔 ‧★⋆˙⟡♡

translations !!

★␥→ comment dis-tu cela en anglais? → how do you say it in english?

★␥→viola → here (in means of being finished with something)

★␥→ mademoiselle → my lady

★␥→ madam → ma’am

★␥→ je t’aime → i love you

★␥→ mon amour → my love

thank you so much for reading my fanfic ! i hope you enjoyed this story and hope you stick around for more !

some of you may be wondering : “didn’t you already have a fic with this exact same scenario before ? where did that go ?” simple answer : i rewrote it !

aside from that, thank you so much for stopping by, and i hope you enjoy any future content of mine !

seeya soon ! ★⋆. ࿐࿔

update:

hello everyone !! so i noticed that i... mixed up nico robin and boa hancock... so i fixed that !! whoopsie !! thanks for reading the update if you see it :3

all characters licensed and owned by eiichiro oda

[s-ccaam-era-crepe]

fell asleep last night but the public has spoken @multiple-eyes36 @mysecrethideoutthatalsohasabat this is probably going to get long

This is a darker podcast so like TW death/murder and also religion and cults (If there is anything else I need to tag lmk please!)

okay so i'll start with the basic plot of the podcast, brickwood's amusement park. 5 kids get invited to this amusement park for an early access viewing, one of which being sophia who is a popular youtuber/vlogger and is doing a review video on the park for views and publicity (she is where most of the audio clips come from in the beginning) some of the other kids are sunni, rebecca and (not shown in previous post) david and blair.

And basically they get a tour of the park and its Not Normal TM, everything seems a bit off and just like weird, rides start without operators being there, the music is significantly more creepy than a usual park, etc, and eventually when its time to leave oops! they can't find the exit :) all of the employee's seem to be missing as well so they get trapped in the park and are trying to escape while everything gets more and more creepy and while really knowing nothing about the people they are stuck with, or maybe some of them do??

also there is this weird guy who keeps talking to them on the speakers and being really creepy (keeps talking about 'should have made better decisions' and knows way to much about their lives and is talking with sophia a lot and she seems to trust him a lot??) who knows if he's important or not though (he is and he's totally NOT an evil god el oh el)

so...characters!! lets start with Sunni (He/him) because he's my fav fr. so sunni is basically the mom friend, is protective and wants everyone to be okay, like he's caring right? and is basically the most calm person out of the kids. But he does actually know one of the other characters, David (Ae/aer). Sunni and david were best friends when they were younger until their mutual best friend died. So after their friend died David and Sunni stopped being friends because sunni was the last person to be with their friend and despite it looking like their friend got hit by a car, David believes (For good reason) that Sunni actually killed/murdered their friend for some reason but doesn't have any evidence for this and just decided to drop him as a friend as david belives ae can't trust Sunni anymore. And of course Sunni's secret of this gets revealed at the park bc of course it does and then david has like 6 internal crises for several reasons.

Moving onto Sophia !! Sophia (She/they + neos (echo/ver/eye)is a vlogger but is also the head of a religious cult that worships the god that definitely didn't trap them in the park just to torture mortals, what?? noooo. Sophia was basically born into the cult since their parents where a part of it before she was born and they use ver channel to subtly support the cult and gain more followers and stuff. Sophia has a bigger connection to the god and because of this they are basically the speaker for the group, she speaks to the god and he speaks to the group through eye. So while they are trapped the god basically convinces her to kill for the god and to do other things to like prove ver loyalty and stuff. But she ends up dying bc of the god in the end anyways.

Oh yeah, they all die but rebecca btw sorry :'(

Speaking of rebecca! Their story will have to wait until tomorrow bc im leaving for another holiday celebration :((( ANYWAYS!! HI please ask questions and like literally anything i love talking about them thank you!! <33

also here are blair and david :D

[dreamingwitcher]

Hi friends!

With the recent debut of a certain animated movie causing much excitement among NTs and a bit of a stir in the ND crowd, I thought I'd write a short bit to hopefully help people wanting to see the movie but uncertain whether they should feel a little less alone.

If you are an NT person who is going with an ND person, please listen to their discomfort cues, as they may not always be verbal. Geralt's experience here is based on my own overload cues. An autistic child grows into an autistic adult.

If you have any comments or questions, please drop them in the replies. If I've missed something, I'd love to hear from you. I speak only for myself and hope others might find some shared experience in this.

Thank you.

“Geralt, we are going to a movie.”

Geralt looked up from his seven-egg, four-sausage breakfast. “Out of the blue. Which one are you interested in seeing?”

Jaskier bounced up from the couch, sliding his phone across the table. Geralt picked it up and paused in his chewing. “An animated one? We've seen the first one, right?”

“The reviews said it was supposed to be really really good. Everyone’s talking about it. Come onnnn, Geralt,” Jaskier wheedled, leaning over backward on the table. “We haven’t gone to see one in forever. Please?”

“Oh, all right. Sometime in the afternoon, though. You know I work out in the mornings.”

“Yes!” Jaskier pecked his husband on the cheek. “You’re the best.”

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Jaskier, Geralt thought, was dressed rather like one of the characters out of his movie: polyester and spandex splashed with bright, irregular geometric patterns that clashed horribly.

“Geralt, where’s your color? You look like you’ve been peeled off an unlit cave wall.”

Geralt picked at his own black apparel. It wasn’t that he disliked movies or going to the movies with Jaskier. On the contrary, he rather enjoyed them, even the brightly-colored ones aimed at a younger audience. There was a simple, honest pleasure in passionate storytelling and well-crafted animation. But they could be a bit much sometimes. He’d forgotten to take Jaskier’s enthusiasm and consequent overdressing into account, but he’d rather be a little more comfortable. 

“In the wash. C’mon. You want popcorn, don’t you?”

“Of course I want popcorn. Is that even a question?”

Geralt rolled his eyes, but bought two large sodas, four candies, and the biggest size of popcorn to share. Somehow three of the candy boxes wound up in Jaskier’s possession, but Geralt didn’t mind. He didn’t eat much sugar anyway. 

They settled down in their seats. Jaskier kept busy with his phone, playing some game, while Geralt munched his way through the popcorn as he waited for the opening sequence. The credits flashed by, and the movie began in earnest.

He stopped chewing as the opening sequence hit like a train crash. Colors everywhere, cuts so quick that his senses hurt, movement and light and stretching and compression…The speakers thudded on, a double-forked attack on his eyes and ears. He closed his eyes for a count of ten, then opened them. It didn’t abate. He had to look down into his lap and cradled his head, filtering the input through the screen of his fingers. It was like watching a multicolored police car turned up to eleven. He silently wished for it to be over, trying to endure for Jaskier. Gods, please let it be over…

“Geralt? You okay?”

Geralt nodded into his lap. The speakers kept roaring, the lights kept flashing. He closed his eyes. 

Even from behind his eyelids, it was too much.

“Bathroom,” he grunted, making a beeline for the exit.

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Jaskier heard Geralt’s grunt and nodded. Maybe he’d just forgotten to pee beforehand. Happened to anybody. He picked up and shook Geralt’s soda. Still full. No matter. He’d come back in a few minutes. 

Jaskier waited, eating the chocolate Geralt had given him with great enthusiasm, grinning ear to ear at the thrilling action and incredible pacing. The scene ended and he stopped snacking as he realized that Geralt had not come back. He stood up, muttering hasty apologies and trying not to linger in front of other moviegoers as he made for the exit, balancing the tub of extra-butter popcorn on his hip.

He did not see Geralt hanging out in the atrium, and his concern spiked. He stuffed his candies into his bag and entered the bathroom. It was decidedly deserted, save for one closed stall.

“Geralt?”

Geralt grunted. 

“You okay?”

Grunt. He was definitely not okay. 

“Why don’t we go back to the car?”

“Mmm.”

“ I brought the snacks out too. We can talk about it.”

“Hmm.”

“Come out when you’re ready. I’ll wait for you there, okay?” 

He brought the snacks to the car and waited, watching the mirrors. The popcorn sat ignored on the passenger’s seat. 

Geralt came meandering out, his shoulders slouched, wearing his dark sunglasses. He flinched a little as cars passed by. He took his preferred spot in the backseat and wrapped the thick, soft blanket they always kept there around his shoulders. 

“Want to head home?”

Geralt stared at the car’s floorboard. Jaskier started the car, familiar enough with Geralt’s responses to know that heading home was the best thing they could do.

“Be home soon.” 

Geralt scowled and slumped over in the back, covering his head with the blanket.

The ride home was silent.

*******************************************

Geralt poked his head out of the bedroom around dinner. Jaskier looked up from the peppers he was sautéing and smiled. 

“Feeling better?”

“Yeah.”

“Too overwhelming for you?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know it was going to be like that.” He slapped the spatula down on the counter. “They should really put better markings on that movie. Irresponsible. People who have sensory issues exist.” 

“S’okay, Jas. I wanted to see it. I liked the first one.” 

“I know, darling. But if it causes you that much discomfort, you don’t need to make excuses on why you left or didn’t like it. You never need to make excuses for me, okay?” 

Geralt’s eyes roved over the countertop, avoiding Jaskier’s face. “Thanks for helping me out.”

“That’s what family’s for. ” He grabbed the pile of carrots and began to cut them. Geralt lingered behind him.

“Need help? I could...set the table," he said, his gaze trained on the little wood dining set that sat away from the stove.

Jaskier beamed at him. “Don't feel obligated, but I’d be delighted if you’d help. Thank you, Geralt, dear.”