#Clyde literally forgets to ask her until like five days before

[jilytho]

strangers in a bar

Happy Jilytober!!!! "speaking of mothers, fancy becoming one?" cocky James meets Lily in a bar

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Longest day of work. Followed by the longest train ride. Followed by pushing through a throng of thousands of people seemingly with all the time in the world when she was already twenty five minutes late to meet Mary for a drink. All topped off with a venmo and message from Mary right as she was finally sitting down on a barstool ordering her wine.

Sorry love, just got a massive order, going to be here all night. Have a glass of vino on me!

Lily rejected the venmo immediately, of course. Mary’s bakery had just got off the ground and Lily knew how important orders were for her at that stage and there was no need to take her money. She’d drink her wine and get home in time for Bake Off reruns, not a bad day all in all. She signaled the bartender to close out her tab afterall and opened up Bumble. If she was going to sit here alone, might as well swipe on some potential matches.

“He’s a loser.”

“I’m sorry, what?”

“He’s a loser.” the man repeated, shifting fully to face her, leaning his side against the bar. She hadn’t noticed him before but he must have been sitting somewhere along the bar.

“Who is?”

His glass was empty and even as his body was turned towards hers, his eyes remained focused on the bartender, signaling towards his glass and nodding towards her near empty one as well. It wasn’t until the bartender had nodded back to him and begun to grab bottles that he turned to look into her eyes. Dark hazel, thick tortoise frames, tousled hair, beautifully chiseled jaw.

“Whatever sorry tosser left you sitting here on a barstool all by your lonesome.”

“What exactly makes you think I’m here because of a boy? Can’t a girl just go get a drink by herself?” she wrapped her fingers around the newly filled wine glass and avoided eye contact, taking a sip.

“I’ll make you forget his name”

She spluttered into her drink and looked at him incredulously but he held her gaze steadfast, unwaveringly confident.

“You’re pretty presumptuous, aren’t you?”

“I prefer the term confident.”

“Mmmm a narcissist's favorite excuse.”

“You know what they say about narcissists,”

“That they’ll never love another more than they love themselves?”

He scoffed, “Sure, or that it typically doesn’t come unearned.”

“Not only is that literally not a saying but what I have heard is that lying to yourself can be even worse than narcissism. Causes premature wrinkles.”

“Please, look at us. Barely a wrinkle between the pair.”

“That’s because I’m honest. Never told a lie.”

“Now is that so?”

“Yep.” She punctuated the p sharply, smirk tugging at the corner of her lips as she leaned back in her chair.

“So now if I were to ask if you were attracted to me, you’d have no choice but to tell me the truth,” he leaned in closer, eyes sparkling down at her.

“Now see, I don’t lie,” she dropped her voice to a whisper and leaned in closer, “but my mother also taught me that if I don’t have anything nice to say, I shouldn’t say anything at all. So perhaps it’s better if I bite my tongue on that one.”

He laughed earnestly, warmly, head thrown back in a way that filled her with immediate satisfaction, warmth spreading across her chest.

“Wow. Beautiful, clever, and cruel. You really were made for me, weren’t you? C’mon now, loosen that quick tongue for just a second. Tell me what you really think.”

She leaned back in her chair and made a show of looking him up and down, eyes slowly trailing his entire figure. He practically loomed over her as he remained standing, leaning closer and closer down over her seated figure. And damn if he wasn’t ridiculously fit. And exactly her type. Dark blue button down tight across his shoulders, sleeves sinfully rolled up to his elbows, seamlessly pressed grey trousers.

“Well, if I were to speak purely objectively,” he leaned in closer and nodded.

“You’re pretty fit.” His entire face lit up, pleased and smug, whole body shifting slightly closer to her as she leaned in closer. “Shame about the personality, though. Really ruins the whole vibe.”

He threw his hands over his heart and winced, “You wound me, deeply.”

“You asked! Don’t ask for the truth if you can’t take it, another lesson from my mother.”

“Well you can blame my mother for my inability to take criticism. While yours taught you sensible things like to only say the nicest and most truthful and deeply hurtful things, mine taught me that I had invented and then hung the moon and therefore the rest of the world existed because and for me.”

“Poor woman, she must have been deluded early on. A face only a mother could love and what not.”

“Prefer to think it’s the ‘what not’ part of it all. Speaking of mothers, fancy becoming one?”

She choked on her drink. He patted halfheartedly in between her shoulders - and no she did not notice how his hand was so big it spanned practically completely across her shoulders and why is that even attractive? - and passed her a napkin.

“I don’t mean tonight, of course, if that’s what you’ve stopped breathing over,” his pats turned to a light rub along her back. “I just thought maybe you’d like some additional practice.”

Her eyes narrowed as she regained control over her breathing and she twisted in her chair, forcing his hand to drop off her back, immediately missing the contact.

“I don’t go home with presumptuous and cocky boys.” Her words were biting, although traitorous butterflies were still running rampant in her stomach from their brief point of contact.

“Well, do you go to dinner with them?” His tone turned polite, mild even, as if they were discussing the weather and he hadn’t just offered to father a child with her. “Or maybe lunch or coffee? Coffee might be more the cocky guy from the bar date but really I’m partial to dinner.”

“Are you pleased with this turn of conversation?” she spat through gritted teeth, “Seriously, are you happy with how you’ve handled this?”

“I’m talking to you so I’m happy. And I’m happy I said whatever I said that gave you this lovely flush you have now,” his finger traced up from her neck to brush her cheek lightly as if tracing the blush, sending tingles shooting down her spine.

He caught her eye and her mouth went dry. Deep hazel, flickered with gold, filled with something that looked eerily close to hunger.

“I’m James, by the way. I feel like we might be on a first name basis now that I’ve asked you to join me for essentially every kind of meal.”

“Charmed, really,” she waved two fingers towards the bartender until he nodded in acknowledgement and moved to pour her another drink and ignored the traitorous conscience in the back of her brain screaming that she was only meant to be here for one.

“This is usually when you’d tell me your name, if you’re new to this,” he had leaned down to whisper the words in her ears, hot breath on her ear, one inch closer and his lips would be on her.

She chewed on her lip momentarily, hearing Mary’s voice screaming louder and louder in her head about letting loose as it spoke over the whispering voice of her mother reminding her that this was a strange man.

“Evans. Lily Evans,” she spoke into her drink and took a deep swig.

“Evans. I like it.”

She scoffed at him, eyes narrowing in on him instantly, “so glad you approve.”

“I do, really. Lily Evans. Rolls off the tongue, truly. But you know what might sound even better?”

He sat down on the barstool next to her now - finally, a voice in her head whispered as they were now perfectly aligned eye to eye - and tugged it closer to sit closer to her own. She tilted her head slightly, silently requesting he continue.

“Potter. Lily Potter.”

Her eyes narrowed instantly, “and I suppose Potter is what, the name of a good friend of yours?”

“I do consider my father a good friend so yes, I suppose in a way.”

“Dinner, a child, marriage. You’re really willing to commit to living a full life with a random girl in a bar. For all you know I could be a murderer. A serial killer. A lying, nefarious, arsonist with a family in three different counties wreaking havoc and crime along the countryside.” His eyes never wavered from hers as she ranted, crinkling in the corners, drinking her in and practically sparkling.

“What can I say, Miss. Evans, I trust my gut. And my gut says that if you truly are a lying, nefarious, philandering woman with likely multiple warrants out for her arrest, well then I guess I’ll be the Clyde to your Bonnie.”

Their heads were barely two inches apart, she could feel the warmth of his breath as his hand ghosted along to cover her own that rested on the bartop.

“Alright then, Clyde.” The words came out as a faint whisper, “You’ll probably be needing my number then. To organize our crime spree and what not.”

His grin overtook his face, eyes somehow turning more beautiful as they sparkled at her, “and what not, yes I think that’s for the best.”

She turned away from him and reached into her purse fishing out a pen, not allowing herself to think through her actions or words for another second, lest she hesitate. She scribbled her number on a paper coaster and stood up before turning to look at him, just barely taller than him for the first time that night. He sat there, perfectly patient, quieter than he had been all night.

She passed the coaster to him wordlessly, a fresh blush flaming up the back of her neck as his hand brushed hers to take the coaster and held her hand, not letting her pull back just yet. “It’s been a pleasure, Bonnie.”

“Likewise, Clyde.”

She squeezed his hand once before slipping away and out the door without another look, knowing that just seeing his face again would make her go back and go home with him that night instead of waiting for his call.

She had walked two doors down from the bar when her phone began to vibrate in her purse. She fished it out and pressed it against her ear while hailing a cab, assuming it was Mary checking in.

“Hello?”

“Go to dinner with me tomorrow night, Bonnie.” She almost dropped her phone in surprise at the deep voice that was decidedly not Mary.

“Don’t know,” She croaked out, “I thought coffee was the more appropriate meal for a cocky stranger in a bar.”

He chuckled lightly, “Maybe. But we’re not really strangers anymore are we? I even know your name now.”

“Alright then,” she breathed out as a cab pulled up, “dinner it is. It’s a date.”

She hung up without hearing his reply, swinging herself into the cab. She looked down at her phone’s call log, considering saving his contact when a Bumble alert came through with a match.

She didn’t hesitate, without looking at the match she deleted the app entirely.

[marvel-random-shiz]

Parkner Halloween Week! Day Seven, October 31 - Trick or Treating, Costumes “Aren’t you a little old?”

It was exactly five o clock when the elevator doors zipped open and two, almost, unrecognisable faces stepped out. Their voices floated throughout the entire top floor of the Avenger Tower and caused Peter to glance up from his unending pile of textbooks, papers and assignments.

“What the hell man?” The first person whined, his short but plump figure easily recognisable to the brunette even though he was wearing a Darth Vader mask and complete outfit with the drapes and light saber.

“Hey Ned...what’re you doing here?” Peter rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly while the cogs turned inside of his small, innocent mind.

“Uh it’s Halloween doofus, duh.” The other figure, clearly MJ, pointed out with the flick of her knotty hair. Peter turned to examine her costume and shuddered a little at the reality of the makeup she wore. Her skin was painted a yellow-green colour with fake blood pouring from cuts across her forehead, mouth and many places on her neck. Dark bags were placed under her eyes and her teeth had been smudged with red to go with all the blood on her ripped black dress. She was the literal embodiment of a zombie.

“Halloween’s tomorrow.” Peter brushed off their accusation and turned back to his work. When he didn’t receive a reply he looked up with pleading eyes, “right?”

“Shit.” MJ cursed when she realised that Peter was being serious. She rolled her eyes before chanting, “shit, shit shit. You forgot Parker! How did you forget Halloween!?”

“I...I don’t know! It just slipped my mind I guess!” Peter smacked his hands against the sides of his head at the revelation before abruptly standing from his chair, “I...gotta go get ready! My costumes in my room, go get Harley! I think he forgot too.”

“Aight but where exactly is Harley?” Ned added before Peter could bolt from the room.

“Uh...he’s...he’s in the lab! Yeah in the lab.” Peter knitted his brows together in order to remember where he last saw Harley or when he had last talked to him before running from the room and not allowing any more questions.

MJ and Ned both ran back to the elevator and hit the ‘down’ button a million times before the doors actually swung open.

Peter skidded down the hallway on his socks until he reached his bedroom door and shoved it open with too much force. It sent the door straight into the wall leaving a huge dent that was sure to earn him a lecture from Tony later on.

“Fuck.” Peter muttered before closing the door behind him and moving across his room to work out his costume. Moments later, with his enhanced hearing, the sounds of footsteps rumbling down the hallway caught Peter’s attention. He smiled to himself at the familiarity of the weight behind the steps, the timing of the heartbeat, the sound of puffing and the all too familiar curse to follow it all.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

Peter shook his head in a laugh before diving into his closet to throw his costume on, in as little time as possible seeming as his friends were currently waiting in the living room and most likely being hammered with questions from Tony.

***

Both Ned and MJ snapped their heads up the second steps could be heard in the hallway and saw a shadow emerging. They both thought it could only be Harley or Peter and waited to see who it was. Turns out it was neither.

“Heya kids.” Tony strutted in the room, bringing his carefree attitude with him and an empty coffee cup which he dumped in the dishwasher.

“Hey Mr Stark!” Ned exploded happily before covering his mouth at the squeakiness of his tone. MJ chuckled before mumbling a hello to him then glancing up when more footsteps could be heard in the hallway.

“Surely this is Peter or Harley now, they’ve been like-“ Ned checked the watched hidden under his long, black sleeve before turning back to MJ and keeping his voice at a whisper, “twenty minutes.”

MJ hummed before frowning, “Ned it took you like forty minutes to get ready.”

Ned scoffed before realising Captain America had sauntered into the room, neither Peter nor Harley followed and he sighed. Steve glanced at the two and MJ gave a little salute which made him laugh.

“You’re Peter’s friends?” Steve asked with his usual bright smile and leaned on the kitchen bench beside Tony.

“Yup, I’m Michelle.” MJ introduced herself with a half smile that Steve returned and Ned beamed under his mask.

“And I’m Ned Leeds! Or just Ned...nice to meet you Captain America!”

Steve laughed before glancing at Tony in the corner of his eye who shrugged, “nice to meet you two. Also just Steve’s fine.”

Tony clapped his hands together after a few beats of silence and cheerfully asked, “so what’s with the outfits?”

“It’s Halloween, are you seriously too old to remember. Oh wait, don’t tell me they didn’t have a Halloween when you were a kid? Are you that old Tony, geez.” The obvious voice of Harley Keener filled the room and all heads turned to the doorway to give Harley the dramatic entrance he deserved- or more so wanted.

“I know what Halloween is! You’d better watch that mouth of your Keener or I’ll...” Tony started to threaten the blonde but it slowly faltered before he came up with a typical teenage privelage he could take away, “or I’ll take away your phone!”

Tony crossed his arms proudly over his chest while Harley scoffed, slid onto one of the bar stools and whipped a strand of hair out of his eyes, “I don’t have a phone Tony. I dropped it off the roof the other day, remember?”

Tony snapped his jaw shut and sighed loudly making Harley snicker and turn to Ned and MJ who were examining his outfit and trying to piece together who he was.

His hair was greased back thoroughly, it looked like he put a lot more effort into it than usual, and tucked under a nice black rounded hat. He wore a plain white button up shirt which had fake bullet holes in multiple places with fake blood stained across it. Harley leaned back and flipped the fake gun around in his hand while MJ and Ned scanned his body up and down. He had tight black jeans on with black suspenders that hung loosely over his thin frame along with a bloodied handkerchief poking out of his front pocket of his jeans.

“You’re...dead?” Ned guessed which only made Harley roll his eyes. MJ furrowed her brow while trying to use her detective skills to work out who he was.

“You’ll get it when Peter comes.” Harley briefly told them while folding his arms over his chest and rolling his sleeves up to his elbows.

“Aw you did a couples costume? Cute.” Tony teased and Harley quickly flipped him the middle finger.

Everyone looked a little sceptical but sure enough, as soon as Peter entered the room everyone caught on to what their little ‘couples costume’ was. Peter had a slim black suit on with a white undershirt and an open blazer. His hair was combed back and he had a bullethole in the centre of his forehead along with bloody marks smeared in his perfect suit and shirt. A small handgun was tucked neatly into his waistband and a lit cigarette sat in his mouth along with a bag hanging over his shoulder that looked to be filled with money.

“Sorry I took so long, you guys ready to go?” Peter announced after he took a drag on his cigarette and pulled it out of his mouth to speak. Harley felt his own mouth grow dry just at the sight of him in the fitting suit, abdominals clearer than ever, and quickly swallowed before nodding and accompanying him.

“Oh! I know this!” Steve announced when the two teenagers stood side by side, each matching fearless attitudes and bulletholes scattered across their bodies, “Bonnie and Clyde?” Steve squeezed his eyes hit as if to hope that it wasn’t wrong and wouldn’t receive a punishment.

“You got it!” Harley gave him a wink before leaning over and giving Peter a peck on the cheek. Peter fiddled with his cigarette before delicately putting it back in his mouth and glancing at Tony who looked awestruck.

“Are you guys seriously going trick or treating?”

“Nah, we just like to wander ‘round home in this.” Peter answered sarcastically before adding with more of an annoyed tone, “of course we are!”

“Aren’t you a little old?” Tony asked with a sigh and he raked his hand through his messy hair before glancing up at the four teenagers in front of him.

“No ones too old for trick or treating Mr Stark!” Ned chirped in happily and Harley added with a smirk,

“Maybe just you.”

“Kid I swear-“ Tony began and pointed his finger threateningly at Harley who giggled into Peter’s side.

“Anyway!” MJ announced before clearing her throat loudly and giving a aggressive head nod from Peter to the door.

“Yeah we should probably head out, y’know before all the good stuffs gone.” Peter placed his hands on his hips and brushed the open buttons of his blazer away.

“Good idea,” Harley agreed before making a motion towards the elevator with his thumbs.

“Alright. Okay, have fun! Be safe!” Tony called as the four teenagers escaped his presence, “but not too much fun if ya know what I mean!”

Wide-eyed, the teens quickly slid into the elevator and pretended not to hear Tony’s comment as the doors closed behind them, sealing them off from the adults supervision.

***

Happy had been waiting downstairs to drop the group at a street at random and they agreed that they could walk home seeming as they would most likely be out late. With their pockets stuffed full of candy already, the group trudged onwards toward their next target.

MJ and Ned were snacking on their candy a few steps ahead of Peter and Harley who were hand in hand, just enjoying the others presence.

“I told you this would be a cool costume.” Peter bumped his shoulder against Harley’s who laughed.

“I didn’t doubt you.”

“Yes, you did. You said, and I quote, ‘Peter that is a stupid idea and no one will recognise us’.” Peter scoffed as he swung their intertwined hands back and forth.

“Uh Uh, don’t forget the rest of the story. I did also say, and I quote, ‘I’ll only do it for you because I love you,’” Harley added with a smirk and turned to face Peter who poked his tongue out.

“Still doesn’t mean you didn’t doubt me.” Peter complained earning another laugh from Harley who pulled him aside and stopped them from walking for a moment.

“How ‘bout if I make it up to you? Hm? You want all my candy?” Harley reached inside his jeans pockets and fished out a few chocolates and lollies which he had earned from the previous houses they had been to.

Peter made a thinking face before shaking his head, “I think I need something more...personal than that.”

Harley felt his lips tug upright even further than they had already been and leaned in closer, “personal like a kiss?”

Peter hummed and closed his eyes as Harley moved closer, wrapping his arms around Peter’s waist and drawing them closer and closing the gap. When he was just milimetres away he stopped, hesitated, and Peter opened his eyes with his brow furrowed.

“Sorry, I don’t offer those. I guess you’ll have to choose another prize.” Harley shrugged with a shit eating grinnon his face. Peter gave him a light punch on the shoulder,

“That was mean. No that was cruel, Keener. Just cruel.”

Harley only laughed at his succession before actually closing the gap. He smiled and felt Peter run his hands under his hat through his hair, it was at that moment that he knew he loved Peter Parker- he was the Bonnie to his Clyde.

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wanted plots for my 1x1 blog @mostpxculiar as well as fcs I’d like to play/play opposite to. please like this post, or dm me if you’d like to discuss any of these plots further! tw: nsfw/smut plots cheating, pregnancy, murder/blood,  under the cut.

plots i want, but also please come at me with plots YOU want!

a plot based off of fleabag/hot priest from fleabag

someone should give me a plot with this big bad gang leader and his super soft and cute girlfriend that has him wrapped around her finger. like he’s a feared man, which she doesn’t really care about. and she’s there to patch him up and while he usually tries to hide her away from the cruel world he’s in whenever he isn’t there with her, she just patiently waits for him when he’s out and about doing his business and he’s so fascinated by her and no matter how much of a bad guy he is, he’s just so soft for her and he’d do anything for her!!! and then his most precious possession gets kidnaped and shit goes down snsnsns (m/f, f/f)

f/f plot where a snobby, graceful, poised and rich prima ballerina falls in love with a reckless pole dancer who is super hot with a 6 pack and colourful hair and the girls are total polar opposites pls hmu

a plot where muse a just needs to get away from everything so she packs up everything into her small shitty car that barley runs and just drives. she loses count of the boarders she crossed until she lands right into the middle of a small town where the population is like 2 thousand and her car breaks down. so she goes into a diner that she sees is open and she asks about a mechanic so the lady in the diner calls up her friend who happens to be muse b, the local mechanic. so muse b comes over and tells her that he wont be able to check her car out until morning bc its like 10 pm now so muse a is going to check into a motel or smth but muse b offers to put her up for the night and bc shes broke she says yeah and basically they end up banging with the intention that after tomorrow they are never gonna see each other again - wrong. muse b goes down to his shop and looks at the engine and a really important parts gone in it and its going to take a couple weeks for it to come in and basically muse a has to stay in this shitty small town for the next couple of weeks AND THEY FALL FOR EACH OTHER AND WE CAN FIGURE THE REST OUT! (m/f, f/f)

I really want a one night stand where she snuck out before he woke up and he tried looking her up but he didn’t even know her full name, so he moved on. Move on years down the road and he’s just gotten engaged and at the engagement part he’s introduced to her sister that’s been living overseas for the past few days, but who is it, that girl from all those years ago. Better yet, meet her child, wait, why do they his eyes.

modern hades and persephone where persephone is a tired college student and when she finds out the god of the underworld wants to make her his bride she’s like “become queen of the dead AND never have to go to an 8 AM lecture again, not to mention watch with popcorn as my ex dies and finds out my new boyfriend is his new king? YES PLZ” and just fucking swandives down into the underworld and hades is like “…i had a carriage prepared but okay that works too”

plot three. six months ago he let the nanny give him head. he has been avoiding talking to her since, and is really flustered. she is a full time, live in nanny in their giant mansion. i’m getting a ‘living in england’ vibe, but i’m not sure. he has 3-4 kids running around with his wife of years. the nanny can’t stand the wife, but is obviously polite. his wife is bitchy, whiny, and all she cares is about appearances. who cares if you’re actually happy? just play happy. pretend to be happy. the nanny loves to fluster him when the wife isn’t home. she’ll wear short outfits, lean over, not wear underwear, forget to wear a bra. it was a holiday. so they invited the nanny to eat dinner with them. she starts rubbing him under the table. later on that day, he pulls the nanny to the side into the bathroom or something to tell her that she had to cut it out and that it was a one time thing. out of the blue  - he kisses her hard. just give me lots of behind the wives back, and maybe she gets pregnant down the line?

ok but i need a plot where there’s these two idiots who are roommates, and they bicker and act like a married couple constantly, and can hang out like bros but they’re completely platonic, no we’re not in love that’s preposterous!! and it’s so evident that they’re into each other like whenever one goes out on a date, the other is all bitter like ‘no i’m definitely not jealous’. and they like leave bars together at some stupidly early hour and their friends tease them and they just go home and get drunk together instead. and like domestic washing the dishes and fighting over who does what and flinging soap at each other. and then one day it kind of just clicks, you know, like wow you’re my best friend but i think i might love you as more this is so difficult and just, give this to me now.  (m/f, f/f)

not to be dramatic or anything but i really want a sugar daddy/sugar baby plot where the muse a is “ happily ” married ceo of a big company with shit tons of money and muse a goes out to a local bar just to chill when they meet muse b. ofc they hit it off and go in muse a’s car and fuck all night and in the morning muse a offers muse b a proposition, if muse b agrees to be muse a’s mistress then muse a will give muse b anything they want starting their sugar baby/sugar daddy relationship. it’s all good until muse a sees muse b all over another guy and looses it and gets into a huge fight with muse b that ends with muse a fucking muse b up against his car and yea gimmie this smut i need sneaky around and sexting while around his wife nd getting him riled up like yes pls thank  

bloody , murderous & psychotic couples who love killing people for the thrill and make out with bloody lips and high five each other by the mountains of dead bodies they made . fuckyeah ?  give me this crazy shit . serial killer couples . vampire couples . dark romeo & juliet couples . modern au persephone & hades couples . couples who compete to see who kills the most or the most gruesome . give me gore . give me bloodshed . GIVE IT TO ME !  (m/f, f/f) (focusing a lot on hades/persephone, vampires but willing to go the bonnie and clyde or serial killer route)

no offense but i need a messy exes plot where they can’t get over one another no matter what they do and they always tell themselves they’re not gonna go back to them yet every time they get done with a date they end up knocking on the other person’s door and just jealousy and angst and heartbreak and crying because they don’t know if this is ever going to work out but they can’t walk away because this person is still their whole fucking world and they don’t know how to move on  (m/f, f/f)

faceclaims I’d like to play and play against or both  but also literally come at me with your fcs!!!

Inbar Lavi

Tom Ellis

Lauren German

Sophia Bush

Trevante Rhodes

Zoe Saldana

Madelaine Petsch 

Camila Mendes

Lesley Ann Brandt

Manny Montana

Diane Guerrero 

Adria Arjona

Ana De Arms

Aisha Dee

Chris Evans

Ryan Gosling

John Krazinski

Matt Czuchry

Lana Condor 

Elizabeth Lail

Anya Charlotra

Victoria Pedretti

Zazie Beetz

Shay Mitchell

Candice Patton

Margot Robbie

Florence Pugh

Lucy Liu

Jodie Comer

Katie Mcgrath

Justin Baldoni

Indya Moore

Oscar Isaac

Matthew Daddario

Tessa Thompson

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A Look Into My Life: Today is A Special Day For Me

Why, you might ask? Because one year ago from today, I became a fan of The Loud House. And how do I remember this, you might ask? Well, I’ll tell you the story:

The first time I had ever seen anything from the Loud House was when I as bored one day last year and was in a Gay Mood™(and I’ve been having Gay Moods™ like two or three years before I discovered that I like boys and girls so honestly I don’t know what took me so long to realize. When I would get these moods, I honestly thought I was straight just curious about LGBTQ+ people. Younger me was so oblivious to my own self) and decided to watch a clip of Clyde’s Dads making their first appearance on the show, which I somehow knew about even though I had stopped watching Nickelodeon for a bit. I probably knew from being so aware of what was going on in the LGBTQ+ community. 

And last year, when “L is For Love” aired (but I wasn’t aware of that at the time), my family and I had just gotten home from my cousin’s graduation and graduation party. I was about to go to bed and was on my phone, scrolling through the explore page on Instagram when I saw a post that showed some screen caps of Luna giving her letter to Sam. I have no idea how the post managed to get to me because at the time, I didn’t really watch Nickelodeon that much or any kids shows. At the time, I knew literally nothing about the show except for the main character was named Lincoln ho had a best friend named Clyde who has two dads. And I knew that Lincoln has ten sisters, but I didn’t know what their names were or what they looked like. And so when I saw the post, I remember thinking, “Oh, some girl on the Loud House has a crush on one of Lincoln’s sisters! How cool!” Because I didn’t know that all of the kids had “L” names. Also, I didn’t expect for the one who was giving out the love letter to be Lincoln’s sister because I didn’t expect for the show to reveal a main character as LGBTQ+ so early on in the show, which is really awesome that they did.

But then that Sunday was Father’s Day and I was with my whole entire family again in our favorite diner to celebrate. There’s a flat screen TV in the room that we usually eat in and I guess a kid had requested for them to put on Nickelodeon because The Loud House was on when we got there. And I remember looking over at the TV and seeing “L is Love” on an episode card. And I had no idea that was the episode with the girl having a crush on another girl. I have no idea how that didn’t click with me. I think that when I saw the post, I wasn’t feeling good that day and had to push myself to go to the graduation and the dinner, so by the time that I saw the post, I was exhausted and kind of forgot all about it. But I remember thinking, “Huh, is that a pattern that they usually have in their episode titles since this is a kids show?” And I tried to watch the episode, but the sound wasn't on and I was too far away to read the subtitles and so I just turned my attention back to my family. And it was Father’s Day so it would have been pretty rude for me to do that anyway.

But a few days after that, my family and I went to Disney World and Universal Studios for vacation and spent five days at each with one day of rest. I remember that we had to fly back home on July 1st. I remember that on the last day of the trip, which was June 30th, my family and I were planning on going to the Magic Kingdom to see the nighttime firework show at Cinderella’s castle(whatever the name of the show is because I honestly forget). And I was already ready and I was waiting for my parents to get ready so we could leave and go to the Magic Kingdom. And so I was bored and decided to watch Nickelodeon because I wanted to see if the Loud House was any good besides what I had already seen of it. I figured that since it was Nickelodeon’s second most popular cartoon at the time(which it still is and probably will be until SpongeBob ends, but SpongeBob shows no signs of ending soon so I don’t know if tlh will ever out run it, but that show doesn’t show any signs of ending soon either so it might) that it would be on. And I was right.

And I had just happened to turn it on either during the theme song or during the commercials and then “No Such Luck” started. And you’re probably wondering, how in the world did I become such a fan of this show if the first episode that I watched of it was the worst one? Well, at the time, I didn’t know how the show usually was and didn’t know that. When I watched it, I thought it was better than any of the other new nicktoons that I had seen prior. And plus, I was bored so I decided to keep on watching and the much better “Frog Wild” came on. Now that I have seen every episode of the Loud House, I know that “No Such Luck” is definitely my least favorite. And then I watched “Intern For the Worse” and then I think my parents were ready then because I remember watching half of it and then having to go back to watch the rest.

But after we got back from having a spectacular time at Magic Kingdom, I couldn’t sleep. I’m very sensitive to sugar and caffeine especially at night and made the mistake of going to the Starbucks that they had there. I did ask for decaf but they might have been so busy that they forgot. But it might have been just the star itself because the frap that I had was very chocolaty. And so, while I was laying in bed trying to sleep, I kept on thinking about the Loud House. and so I decided to look it up on wikipedia. And I saw this picture:

that shows all of the main characters and their names and so I was trying to learn all of their names and then I got to Luna and got a major gay vibe from her. It wasn’t because of her looks, there was just something that was telling me that she was gay. It was probably that post that I had seen of her giving her love letter to Sam that I forgot about trying to push its way through the very back of my memories. And then as I’m looking at that, the words “lesbian/bisexual” in blue catches my eye. And then I looked up to see that it was under Luna’s description and I still hadn’t gotten all of their names down and I was like, “OMG IS THAT THE GIRL I SAID WAS GAY BEFORE” and I looked at the picture again and realized that the name Luna did match up with the character that I thought was gay.

And so I started mentally screaming. “OMG I WAS RIGHT. HOW DID I DO THAT?!? BUT CALL ME THE QUEER WHISPERER BECAUSE MY GAYDAR CORRECTLY DETECTED THAT A CARTOON CHARACTER ISN’T STRAIGHT!!”

And so I saw that she was revealed to be bi in “L is For Love” and I was like “holy crap, that’s the episode that came on when I went to the diner on Father’s Day” and I read even more and saw that it came out on June 15th, 2017 and was like, “holy cow this is like one of the most recent episodes!” (and at the time it was the most recent). and so i was like, “This is so cool, I gotta watch this!”

So yeah, when I watched “L is For Love”, I wasn’t surprised when Luna gave her letter to a girl because it had already been spoiled for me, but I still could see how people thought it was the boy because Luna never uses Sam’s pronouns and the boy was shown with Sam in every scene that she was in for that episode. But after I watched it, that’s when I had a flashback of that post and I was like, “omg! I saw this on Instagram! I can’t believe that I forgot all about it!”

And I saw somewhere that it said that Luna could be bi and that she liked a boy in “Study Muffin” and so I watched that too. And after that, I as convinced that it was a wonderful show. I think I watched the full episode where Clyde’s Dads were introduced, “Overnight Success”. And I started to get really into it and at that time, since the show was a year newer and had less episodes out, pretty much all of the episodes that were out at the time were on the Nick App. and I was like “I should watch all of these while I can” and kept on watching episodes until I realized it was 2am and that I had to get up early and go to the airport and went to bed. But yeah, I used that summer and the nick app to get caught up and I’m glad that I did because not all of those episodes are up on there anymore and because the Nick App no loner has my TV provider even though it’s one of the most widely known ones in my country :(. 

And yeah, so that’s the story of how I became a fan of the Loud House. I hope that you all enjoyed my Ted talk. 

Have a nice day, everyone! :)

[lost-n-stereo]

they’ll call our crimes a work of art

Part 1

There are miles upon miles of sun scorched earth between San Diego and the Texas border.

He downshifts, the engine purring as he speeds down the deserted highway. Desert passes them on both sides, wide open space as far as the eye can see and he knows with almost complete certainty that they are in the free and clear.

For now, at least.

“Woooo!”

Clarke bangs on the headliner next to him, her hair messy and wild from being trapped under a baseball cap all day. A black duffle bag rests at her feet and even though it’s zipped up tight he knows that inside contains the very thing that they need to survive.

Money. Lots and lots of fucking money.

Two point two million, to be exact. He feels a little like Robin Hood, robbing from the rich to give to the poor. Only in their case, they are the poor.

Well, he’s the poor because Clarke is what she calls “rich adjacent” meaning her family is rich so by association so is she. Ivy League, medical school, scholarships. These are all words that mean less than nothing to him, just a poor kid from the wrong side of San Diego, but to Clarke they meant confinement. Restrictions.

Basically the opposite of freedom.

Murphy looks over at her, a wide smile crossing her pretty face as she rests her bare feet on the dashboard of his Trans AM. It’s a piece of shit that his dad left him before he died but it’s fast as hell and got them away from California quicker than the bus.

It only hurts a little when he remembers that he has to ditch it as soon as they hit Arizona.

“I can’t believe we just did that,” Clarke says, popping her gum as she stares out at the passing scenery. “We are bad ass, baby!”

Murphy laughs, reaches over and rests his hand between her thighs. “You’re damn right we are.”

Clarke grins and reaches over to turn the radio up, rolls down her window and lets her hand make air waves as The Rolling Stones pump through the speakers.

Nothing is ever going to feel this good he thinks as they speed down the I-10. He hasn’t seen another car in miles and doesn’t expect they will anytime soon but they are going to have to stop for gas if he stays at this pace.

“Getting hungry?”

Clarke nods and turns down the music. “Let’s find a diner. One of those old school ones with the red vinyl seats and a jukebox at every table.”

“Kind of a tall order,” he chuckles. “But your wish is my command, Princess.”

If you would have told him a year ago, hell even six months ago, that he’d be pulling a Bonnie and Clyde with the richest girl from his high school he would have either laughed in your face or punched you in the face.

Probably the latter because he’s always been a bit of a shithead.

When he ran into her at a club downtown four months ago she was downright fucked, knocking back tequila shots with a girl named Raven he remembered from their high school.

“What’s eating you?” He asked when she literally bumped into him at the bar.

“No one,” she’d said with a snicker and her hand immediately went to her mouth. “Oh my god, forget I just said that.”

“Not a fucking chance.” He’d just laughed and wondered if she even remembered him. John Murphy, class asshole. Not much else to remember probably but he remembered her all the same. The way she dated both the jocks and the cheerleaders. The hottest girl in school although she cared more about her studies than clothes and makeup.

“How have you been, Murphy?”

To say he had been surprised would be a fucking understatement. In fact he’s pretty sure he actually choked a little on his Jack and Coke.

“I’ve been fine, Clarke. Yourself?”

“I got dumped,” she had lamented, her eyes rolling as if recalling whatever fucked up thing ended her relationship. “My girlfriend found herself a new girlfriend so here I am. Getting sloshed because apparently I have zero self control.”

“Oh, now I don’t know about that,” he’d laughed. “Remember that night in Finn Collins’ basement? We got matched up for seven minutes in heaven and I’m pretty sure you kneed me in the balls when I suggested you give me a little kiss.”

Clarke snorted so hard her hand shook and tequila came dangerously close to flying out of her shot glass. “If I remember correctly, you tried to stick your tongue down my throat and said ‘Hey baby, you know you want some of this.’”

“Sounds like me.”

If he was shocked as hell that she remembered him he was even more surprised when she reached her hand over, ran her pinkie finger up the inside seam of his jeans at his thigh.

“And what about now?”

He had licked his lips, let his gaze fall to the way her black dress clung tightly to her curves. “Now? Now I’d prefer if you begged me for it.”

Needless to say she blew off her friend and ended up back at his dingy apartment, her moans so loud they got the cops called on them.

Twice.

Thinking back on it now it’s kind of funny that they have been dodging cops since they first started this up.

“What are you thinking about over there?”

He smiles, tightens one hand on her leg and the other on the wheel. “Just thinking about when we first met.”

“When we were ten?”

“No,” he snorts. “I mean when this Murphy met this Clarke. Because face it, sweetheart. You are nothing like you were in high school.”

Her scowl actually turns him on. How fucked up is that? “What is that supposed to mean?”

“Relax,” he laughs, even though his mother once told him you should absolutely for no reason whatsoever tell a woman to relax or calm down. “I just meant high school Clarke wouldn’t be caught dead with high school me.”

“That’s not true,” she says, her voice taking on this raspy tone that goes straight to his dick. His heart beats faster when she leans over to rest her lips on the shell of his ear. “High school Clarke thought about you a lot, actually.”

“Oh yeah?” he croaks out, his throat drying up and he’s so hard for her he wouldn’t be surprised if he pulls over and takes her right here on the highway. “What about when you were with Finn?”

“Mhm.” She bites at his earlobe, sending shock waves through his body so intense he’s afraid they might crash.

“Lexa?”

“Yep.”

“Bellamy?”

She stiffens and he wants to kick his own ass for bringing him up. “We aren’t going to talk about him, remember.”

“Sorry, babe,” he says sincerely because he is. Bringing up the guy she almost married straight out of high school wasn’t his brightest idea but fuck if he can think straight when his dick is hard.  

He remembers their breakup their freshman year of college. Everyone though they’d end up together, married at twenty, first kid by twenty two. Mansion in the hills, two point five kids and a Golden Retriever. They were set in stone.

Until they weren’t.

Murphy didn’t go to college due to the fact that he had zero dollars to his name and did fuck all in high school. Instead he got a job right after graduation, and the fact that he graduated at all was enough to make his entire family proud. Or what little family he has left. He does remember the very public breakup since it happened at the restaurant he moonlighted as a bartender at to make some extra cash.

Bellamy gave Clarke a ring. Clarke said no. Bellamy stormed out.

It was a lot more dramatic than that but you get the gist.

“Can I just ask you one thing?”

He’s treading carefully because this is a subject they haven’t gotten into yet. She might shut him the fuck down but he’s at least going to try.

“You want to know why I said no.”

It’s not a question, just a solemn statement and that’s what he loves about this girl. She fucking knows him without him having to say a word.

“Yeah.”

Clarke sighs, her hand still making waves out the window but now he thinks she probably doesn’t even realize that she’s doing it. “My life has been planned for me since I was a little girl. Go to an Ivy League, become a doctor. Marry someone with my pedigree and have the perfect life that my parents have always wanted for me. But I didn’t want that, Murphy. I didn’t want to be some dumb girl that just lived her life the way everyone else wanted her to.”

He motions to the duffle bag resting on the floorboards. “And that’s going to help, right?”

“Yes,” she says seriously. “I want to be with you and yes, I’m sure there was another way than stealing millions of dollars from the Blake’s but this is how it had to be. Bellamy’s family is loaded, almost as much as mine. They won’t even miss it and you and I can get away. It’s better this way.”

There have been a lot of moments over the last few weeks when he thought that she would either bail or dime him out the first chance she got but damn if she proved him wrong.

The plan was simple, steal some cash from her ex’s family and leave town. The Blake’s are practically San Diego royalty, Bellamy Blake being the eldest son and a future Leader of America. Primed since birth to take over his mother’s real estate empire. Millions of cash sitting in barely locked safes, easy pickings for a criminal like him.

Clarke came up with the plan since she was still close with Bellamy’s younger sister Octavia. The Blake’s are vacationing in Belize, the house empty over the weekend since they require no staff when the family is out of the country. Clarke knew how to get in without setting off alarms, had the code to the safe hiding in the library and knew exactly how much to steal without anyone noticing for awhile.

They broke in wearing black clothes and baseball caps, her long blonde hair wrapped up and tucked in just in case any security footage caught them sneaking in and out of the house. The job took less than ten minutes, no alarms went off and they hauled ass to his car that they had parked a few streets down.

All they have to do is dump the Trans AM, no great loss there, in Arizona just in case any neighbors happened to be looking out the window when they drove away with a cool two mil in their car on the way out. He has a buddy in Texas that said he’d put them up for awhile until they figured out where they wanted to go.

It was fool proof and it worked like a charm.

What could possibly go wrong?

***

“If I eat anymore, you’re going to have to roll me out of here.”

­Murphy chuckles as he wipes his face with his napkin and throws it down on the table. “There might not be a jukebox on the table but at least you got your vinyl seats.”

She blows him a kiss before sucking on her milkshake straw and damn he can’t wait to get her in a hotel room tonight.

“Can you order us some extra food to go? I’m gonna go take a leak.”

Clarke scrunches up her nose in disgust and he smirks, drops a kiss to her temple as he’s passing her on the way to the restroom.

An old plasma television set is bolted in a corner of the kitchen, set to some local news channel, and he doesn’t pay attention to it until he hears a familiar name.

“Breaking news out of San Diego, CA. Aurora Blake, real estate mogul, has just filed a police report stating that over 2 million dollars was taken from a safe in her home today. The Blakes are currently on vacation out of the country but have understandably cut their vacation short in order to help police with their investigation. The only known suspects at this time are two individuals that broke into the Blake residence around 8 pm on Saturday night. The suspects were caught on the Blake’s security cameras but because their faces are not shown, it might prove impossible to use these videos to find them.”

Murphy’s heart drops, his eyes darting across the grainy photograph of him and Clarke sneaking through the Blake mansion, their faces completely hidden by the bills of their baseball caps.

He hurries over to where Clarke is talking to the waitress, drops three twenties on the table before pulling her up by her arm.

“Baby, we gotta go. Now.”