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Please don't support and promote Gen AI art! It's a plagiarism machine that steals from real artists to put money in the pockets of the tech giants. All while completely fucking the environment (srsly Google removed their public pledge that they would be environmentally friendly bc of the energy and water needs of gen AI).
There are so so many lovely, hardworking artists deserving of your praise and love on this and all other social platforms. We do not lack for real art to enjoy, at least, not yet.
Don't give this person grief plz, just make sure you're not sharing it, and block if you want to.
#at least this person put that it was ai in the tags#most don't do even that#generative ai#gen ai#support artists#srsly the uniforms don't even match#I'm not even gonna talk about the weirdness with the back shoulders#once more for the back: don't go after this person they're just a tiny cog in the plagiarism machine#and engaging with their account or this art will only promote it further#also I'm not honoring the rule of “do not repost other's art” bc it's been legally decided that AI “art” can't be copyrighted#it already been stolen and belongs to all the artists it was taken from
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Imagine a dating app where you enter your fictional crushes - books, movies, shows, etc. - and it does a cross analysis of their personality types, physical descriptions, hobbies, etc. and matches you with people who best fit your type (and also who share fandoms with you)
#okay so I did this for fun#and my end result was like a 95% match to my partner of five years#and I did the same for him and it was my exact personality type and description#so I think this would genuinely work#how does one copyright an idea#copyright#I’ll just tag it#book boyfriend#book girlfriend#dating app#fictional crushes#the hunger games#harry potter#narnia#percy jackson
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God i hate Google
#so as ive talked abt before i cant put external links in the descriptions of my youtube videos because of copyright strikes-#-i got seven years ago. so i decided to bite the bullet like ok fuck it i'll give them a photo of my ID to get advanced features back#1. IT USED THE INNER CAMERA. FOR A PHOTO OF MY ID. i had to turn my phone around awkwardly and practically take a selfie with it#2. i had to retake it twice because the photo was ''too blurry'' all the text is legible???#and itll probably get rejected because the photo frame was SQUARE even tho my drivers permit is RECTANGULAR#so part of it (like half my face) is out of frame#or maybe it'll get rejected because my google name doesnt match my legal name. who knows#UUGGHH
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One thing that always bothered me watching Marty Jannetty matches after the Rockers breakup was the rockers music they kept with him! Especially with his ring gear, and the later re-vamped version of the rockers, any Marty push always felt like his character was still hanging on to a long lost partnership and lack of a music change always amplified it.
After days of wracking my brain I realized that Pat Benatar's "Heartbreaker" was kind of perfect for him, especially considering how much he and Shawn are alike. Edited this over in hope ya'll can see my vision.
#it matches his energy and the vibe of the rockers theme imo#obviously it wouldn't have BEEN this for copyright but i think something adjacent would've been neat#the rockers#marty jannetty#my edit#wwf#90's wrestling
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so the question is, being on a team with known skin changing enthusiasts scott smajor and gtws, will etho get peer pressured?
#fuck it. im making the rest of them naruto/sasuke/sakura. That way theyll still match.#copyrighting this idea dont steal.
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watched danielson vs mcguinness 1 for the first time! obviously everyone already knows it's fantastic, but wow! it was good. the structure of the match is very tightly focused, every manuever matters and leads into the next bit. i really enjoy the pure rules also. nigel gets his rope breaks from knowing how to cheat around the rule set + working bryan's arm BRUTALLY. i will always pop for a jawbreaker lariat. even now, they're already stealing shit from each other (nigel takes bryan's clubbing elbows). love love that all of nigel's shenanigans ~technically~ get him the win, but not in any way that actually matters.
#i paid for this honorclub subscription and by god i will be using it in this next month#not that the site even has every one of their matches! i hate you honorclub#super don't enjoy that every wrestler's entrance is muted for copyright reasons lmfao#where is my final countdown :(#jrestling#all of this has been said a thousand times but yeah. liked it!#im watching bryan v nigel + 4 horsewomen stuff rn#so yk. im having a great time watching great wrestling
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MY AUTISTIC ASS CANNOT COPE WITH THIS. WHY DOES MY ORDINARY LIFE BY THE LIVING TOMBSTONE ON SPOTIFY SOUND WEIRD ALL OF A SUDDEN AND WHEN WILL I RECIEVE FINANCIAL COMPENSATION FOR THE PSYCHIC DAMAGE I GOT FROM THIS CHANGE
#i cannot believe this#fucking#ive been listening to this song semi-regularly since it came out#i have it on so many playlists#and i listened to it today and IT SOUNDS FUCKING DIFFERENT ALL OF A SUDDEN?#and NO i dont mean like#oh man ive been listening to it so much that i lost the spark#NO#IT DEADASS SOUNDS DIFFERENT#THEY CHANGED SOME SHIT#LIKE THE INTRO#AND SOME OF THE INSTRUMENTAL/MIXING#I COMPARED THE YT MUSIC VIDEO VERSION AND THE SPOTIFY ONE AND THEY DONT MATCH#I AM SO UPSET#I FOUND A POST ON REDDIT ABOUT IT AND SOME PPL NOTICED IT TOO#AND LIKE ONE PERSON ON TWT#SO I KNOW IM NOT CRAZY#BUT I AM SO SO UPSET I WANT MY SILLY SONG BACKKKK#update someone on twt mentioned that the song has a sample?#and that maybe there are copyright issues bc of it?#not confirmed tho#please let it be temporary#im being dramatic cuz im angry#i love this song so muchhhh#my ordinary life please come back home babygirl we miss u :(
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everybodys crying over the new lyric of better than revenge tv and saying theyre gonna listen to the og but babes a simple pitched down cut of the original lyric put into the spot of the new lyric and boom “shes better known for the things that she does on the mattress” taylors version.
#id offer to do it myself but my first ever tumblr account got deleted for copyright and i dont want that to happen again#maybe ill put it on youtube and post the link but cant post an audio#tomorrow ill pitch the lyric down and see how well it matches the snippet of mine tv#taylor swift
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I can't upload the whole match but here's a fucking fantastic clip from early on
(Nov 2nd, 2019 @ Washington Hall in Seattle)
#i just recorded this whole match#but i cant upload it anywhere because copyright#DEFY on demand has a free trial though!!!!! take advantage of that and watch some dope indie wrestling#ESPECIALLY if you like Swerve Strickland#cause DEFY is based in the Pacific Northwest and Swerve is a Tacoma boy#MJF#maxwell jacob friedman#ravenous randy myers#randy myers#defynw#defy wrestling#indie wrestling#professional wrestling#pro wrestling
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Did you cross check every dates for sel/ Taylor after The Giver filming? Since style and Shake it off are the last written ones I think it's safe to say this was before February.
i have been! i've been operating under the assumption that it was recorded around the same time as blank space (~nov 19), since taylor said she brought in about three songs to work on for those sessions and blank space and wildest dreams were recorded in the same studio, BUT selena was on tour (i'm not familiar with selena's touring habits so if anyone knows please lmk how often she would fly back home vs get a hotel) from the time taylor got back from the giver set (oct 21/22) until the end of november, at which point taylor went on tour, so i'm starting to think the giver thing might've been taylor bending the truth when it comes to muses (which she is very fond of doing) or just a massive coincidence
#asks*#wildest dreams is copyrighted as being created in 2013#so we know it was written before new years#i'm thinking of making a seperate spreadsheet of everywhere selena was photographed in 2013 and try to match that up with taylor#in fact that was literally what i was gonna do when i saw ur ask
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im going to kill you wioth hammers
#shut up green#TELL ME WHAT IM DOING WRONG#i dont THINK its copyright matching because it onl#y takes a few seconds to error#so wtf is it
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For anyone interested, the script to this version seems to be available on Kindle Unlimited.
This is the wrong season to be talking about it, but literally no adaptation of Christmas Carol will ever top this one stage adaptation I saw in 2018, and it’s 100% because of the first scene of the play
Almost every Christmas Carol starts with the same scene: Christmas Eve, the day before Scrooge is visited by the three ghosts. This is the same scene that the rest of the audience - including myself - is expecting to see
The house lights go out. The stage is dark
A boy is singing: “God rest ye merry gentlemen, let nothing you dismay…”
The sound of wind whistles through the dark of the theater.
“Remember Christ our savior was born on Christmas day, to save us all from Satan’s power…”
The boy pauses. The wind picks up. Somewhere in the audience, a child sounds upset
“…When we had gone astray. Oh tidings…”
The boy’s voice fades away. The wind howls
A church bell rings
The stage lights come on. Fog is floating across the stage. A deacon, two gentlemen, and Scrooge stand in the fog like islands in a sea
Between them is a coffin
The wind howls. It makes the word, “Ebenezer,” in a voice that shakes the floor
The deacon says: “Forasmuch as it hath pleased Almighty God to take unto himself the soul of our departed Jacob Marley…”
“Ebenezer,” says the wind
Scrooge whips around at the sound. Fog coils around his feet
Nobody else on stage hears his name
“…We therefore commit his body to the ground; earth to earth-”
“Earth,” says the wind
“-ashes to ashes-”
“Ashes,” says the wind
“-and dust to dust”
“Dust” says the wind
“In the certain hope of eternal life through our Lord Christ; who shall change-”
“Change” says the wind
“-our vile body-”
“Change” says the wind
“-that it may be like unto His glorious body-”
“Change” says the wind
A church bell rings. Children are crying in the audience
One by one, the parishioners exit the stage. Scrooge is left alone with the coffin
He says a few words - laughs at his mishearing voices on the wind - and turns to leave
A church bell rings
Scrooge pauses - and turns to look at the coffin
Lights flash. The coffin lid slams open, and the ghost of Jacob Marley, horrible, pale, and screeching, leaps out of the coffin, hands reaching out to Scrooge and howling -
“SAVE YOURSELF!”
Lights flash and the stage goes dark. Children are screaming. Parents are screaming. I’m screaming
The rest of the production was gorgeous, but I still maintain that the first scene was the greatest thing I’ve ever seen attached to any adaptation of Christmas Carol
#a christmas carol#on scene 3#the best choices so far are the repeated use of 'god rest ye merry gentlemen'#(with 'to save us all from satan's power when we were gone astray)#and maybe scrooge answering fred's question about his objection to fred's marriage as#'i know what it is to be tempted to a life of poverty by a pretty young thing'#i'm not sure it fits with dickens' scrooge#but it's a fascinating take on a moment that always confused me#there's also a shocking amount taken straight from the sim version#the man begging scrooge to give him more time to pay#is almost line-for-line a match#and the housekeeper is named mrs. dilber which is suspiciously specific#has no one else noticed this? is it out of copyright?#or are these details just common across multiple adaptations?
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Hot freaking Jones, that's a lot of Copyright Claims for "melodies".
… wait. You can copyright melodies, now? What?
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having a Get Cool ass day fr
#really great skz code ep today + my fave fit + my fave little Treats + my fave dinner#the poems i spent 2 days typing for my aunt got an official copyright today too! that was super important to her so <3#i found some good items/items i really wanted in my game for insanely cheap (100+ diamonds worth for 1 diamond)#and a bunch of cute little items worth like 20 diamonds for 1-2 each!!#and a better colored cape to match my new cool horns better on my little avatar
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the smallest man who ever lived - cl16
masterlist || part 2 || part 3 ||
Summary: The one where you’re thrown into a conundrum when you learn the news of your husband, Charles’, infidelity.
Pairing: charles leclerc x wife!reader; carlos sainz x reader
Word Count: 4.5k
Warnings: angst, cheating, crying, manipulation(?), charles is an absolute asshole (but so is the reader) (but she’s kinda also badass?) (toxic relationship?), even more assholish carlos (gasp), blackmail, mention of pregnancy, mention of sex and sexual acts, physical confrontation (literally just pushing someone off but still)
Request: “Hey girl can I request something angsty with Charles? Maybe Charles cheating on Y/N (we’re already famous and have been married to Charles for years) and the fighting, the finding out, his guilt, angst, etc.”
Author’s Note: hi, hey, hello!! thank you to the anon who requested this because i had the time of my life working on it, and it might be the first fic i wrote in one go for the last six months or so!! also thank you to the getting cheated on playlists i found on spotify and amy dunne for giving me the inspiration to make the reader as toxic as i could. special thanks to @norrisleclercf1 and @percervall who had to listen to me talk about this fic NONSTOP. this is definitely something very different to what i usually write, but i hope you guys enjoy! good morning, noon or night wherever you are, xoxobee
Please also note that all of my works are protected under copyright, and not available for reposting on other platforms.
There are moments in life where you feel like a complete and utter idiot. Although it could be for no apparent reason at all, there is a perfectly explainable reason why you feel like that right now, in the middle of your trailer on the set, with your manager and publicist both looking at you like you could explode at any given moment. It took you a good amount of time to wrap your head around the news, the news that wrecked you into a million of pieces which left you as the only person who can put them back together.
“Let me get this straight,” you start, still trying to wrap your head around the news, ��they were photographed leaving the club, and there’s a–?”
“Sex tape, yes.” Your manager mumbles, earning himself a side-eye from your publicist. “It was so kindly attached to the email.”
“And it is anonymous?” You ask, earning curt nods from both. “Well,” you manage to get out, pressing your lips together not to let out a sob, or a laugh, both? “That is very ambitious of him.”
Your publicist shares a concerned look with your manager, then turns to you, “I guess so? How would you want us to handle this? I can buy us some time until these are released to public, but I think getting a statement ready just in case is essential given the fact that both of you are public figues. We can say that you’ll attend marriage councelling–”
Your loud laugter cuts her off in the middle of her sentence. “And just why would we do that?”
“I–” She gives you another concerned look as she softens her voice, which is quite uncharacteristic for her, you realise. “How would you want us to approach it then?”
“I don’t want you to approach it at all.” You voice cuts through the tension, your gaze fixed on her. “I’ll handle it.”
“But Charles–” She tries to reason, but you cut her off again.
“Decided to get his dick wet where it certainly didn’t belong, he’s a big boy – he’ll survive.” Fixing her with a final look, you turn to your manager instead. “I don’t want this going to Charles or his team’s ears, that’s what the email said, and we should honour it, no?”
His expression turns into a smirk, matching the one playing on your lips as he nods in thougt, “Would you like us to do anything else? We can talk with the production if you need a couple of days to… well, recuperate. Greta would understand.”
“No.” Your answer is final as you shake your head. “She thinks this is an Oscar worthy project, I’m not throwing it away because my husband decided to think with his dick and not his brain. Just call my lawyers and tell them to be on stand by.”
“Should I also book you tickets to Monaco still?” He asks in a monotone tone.
“Well of course,” you reply in a sweet voice, widening your eyes for dramatic effect, “it’s a family event.”
Your publicist eyes the both of you, “Okay,” as she drags the word out, “are you sure you don’t want to take a couple of days off?”
“Positive. I have an EGOT to win.” Raising the script you have in your hands in the air, you announce, “I have lines I need to go over, is that all?”
And as they leave your trailer to give you some space to ‘go over your lines’, you let a few tears escape your eyes, promising yourself that you would make Charles feel a thousand worse what he made you feel in the moment.
It is not surprising or a sudden revelation that Monte Carlo has good weather all year around. But as it happens with the last few weeks following you learning about your husband’s infidelity, all you feel is cold – and no amount of warm weather is enough to make your heart feel warmer again. As you stand at the terrace of Café de Paris, overlooking the cityscape of Monte Carlo, all you can think about is how you just want to get this part of you plan over with as fast as possible.
“Chérie!” The voice you hear makes a lump perpetually situate itself in the middle of your throat, but you brace yourself for the worst as you turn on your heels to face the person you’re most scared of facing in this whole situation. “Look at you, you look incroyable! You had me scared when you told me you were catching the redeye, and that we just had to talk!”
“Pascale,” you breathe out as the woman pulls you into her arms with the warmness of any mother would do, and for that brief moment, you feel better than you have in weeks. “It’s so nice to see you again,” giving her the warmest smile you can muster up in the circumstances as you pull back, fixing your gaze at the figure behind her as you nod your head in acknowledgement, “Arthur.”
“Maman is right,” Arthur says as he opens his arms, “you do look good.”
“Well, thank you.” You reply as you give him a quick hug, and motion the table as you pull back. “Shall we?” Call it common curtesy, or cowardice, the fact that you don’t directly get to the point. Either way, you talk about what you’ve missed in the couple of months in which you’ve been away filming. You’re not necessarily paying attention, though the endtail of Pascale’s sentence catch your attention. “Excuse me, can you repeat that?”
“Well, I was just telling how sad I was that Charles doesn’t come home as often this season. Though I understand he’s coming out to see you on set, distance can be so hard even for–”
“He’s not coming out to see me, Pascale.” You voice is softer, and appears more broken than you would want it to be, but your words convey the message enough. It takes you a couple of moments to organise your thoughts, and Arthur calling out your name, to get you back into the moment. “There’s something I need to talk with the both of you, something I’ve already talked with Lorenzo, but I thought it would be better for you to hear it from me.”
“Okay?” Arthur mumbles, then gives you a supportive smile, “You can tell us anything. Though don’t tell me I’m about to be an uncle because I don’t think my ego can take it at the–”
You attempt to swallow the lump in your throat as you direct your words to the woman sitting across from you. “I’m divorcing your son, and I thought you should hear it from me and not him.”
It takes a few minutes for both Pascale and Arthur to say something, and it concerns you that you somehow managed to give your mother in law a brain aneurism, but eventually, she manages to get out, “What? How? Why? Are you okay?”
“I’m… fine.” You reply, albeit it comes off calculated. “I found a couple of weeks ago that he was cheating on me, I’ve came back to give him the papers myself.”
“He what?” Arthur exclaims, then realises the level of his voice, and lowers it down as he asks, “Are you sure this is not a misunderstanding? The guy has been in love with you for over a decade, he wouldn’t do this.” With a resigning sigh, you find what you’re looking for in your phone and hand it over to Arthur. Who then, upon seeing what you have pulled up, immediately hands it back to you and turns to his mother, “Trust me you don’t want to see it.”
“I’ve came to tell you the news, and well, to apologise.” You turn to face Pascale again.
“Apologise?” She repeats, “Why on earth would you apologise to me when my son cheated on you?”
“You’ve been nothing but kind to me ever since we’ve met, both of you.” You acknowledge Arthur with a look, and then focus your attention back on the woman, “Though I will make sure you don’t get caught in the crossfire in any way, I wanted to apologise for what I’m about to put your son through.”
You honestly don’t know how you manage to act as if everything has been going fine in your life during race day. Given the fact that your husband doesn’t expect you to be at his race due to your rigorous filming schedule, and his family members being willing to hide your existence from him, you have no obstacles in your way to carry out the rest of your plan in motion. Which is exactly why you’re sat in the dark, waiting for your husband to walk through the doors of your apartment overlooking the city. With you seemingly being absent for the weekend, he has no reason to not believe that he is coming to an empty house.
So, imagine his surprise when he enters his home; with his girlfriend in his arm, no less, and sees his wife sitting on the couch with her legs crossed and a drink in her hand. The look on his face is priceless, and despite all the pain and frustration you’re feeling, it manages to bring you some semblance of joy, knowing that it’s going to hurt him just as much as it hurt you.
“Ma chérie,” Charles stammers, eye wide as he looks at you like a deer caught in headlights, “I – I didn’t know y–you were coming back this weekend.”
“Well obviously,” you scoff, taking a generous sip from the drink in the glass tumbler in your hand, “otherwise you wouldn’t bring your little girlfriend into my house to fuck her.” You hear a gasp from the scaredy brunette wedging herself closer to your husband’s side, and for the first time you take a good look at her – young, much younger than you, tall, leggy; all the telltale signs that she is exactly your husband’s type. Tilting your head to the side, you rest the glass on the arm of the armchair you’re sitting in, “If you could leave now, I would greatly appreciate it.”
You hear Charles whisper something in her ear, probably telling her to leave and that he’ll contact her tomorrow, and watch as she gives him a scowl, screeching, “You’re just going to let her throw me out?”
“Well, considering the fact that this is my house, yes.” You give her a look of pity, watching her face light up with anger.
“Listen to me, you bitch–” She starts, but your husband quickly cuts her off.
“Mon cœur!” He exclaims, “S'il te plaît!”
“Yes, listen to him, like a good little girl,” you egg her on, a smirk widening on your lips as you start swinging the leg resting on your lower one, choosing to focus on your nails instead of your husband trying to soothe his lover.
You hear her scoff, take a few steps as her heels click on the marble floor of the entrance, “I wouldn’t be so calm if I were you, I’m not someone you want to be on bad terms with, considering the fact that he’s going to leave you for me!”
“Oh, honey,” you coo, focusing your attention back on her and seeing the look of concern in your husband’s face through the corner of your eye, “and when did he tell you that, like a year ago? Two? Three?” A realisation dawns on her face as the smug expression starts to fade. “Don’t worry, though, you can have him when I’m done with him.” Pushing yourself off the armchair, you down the rest of the drink in the glass before slamming it down onto the glass coffee table. “And not only do I not care if you think I'm a bitch, but I hugely prefer it. Now get the fuck out of my house before I call security and get your ass thrown out.”
You watch as she looks at Charles with indignation, lets out another screeching sound and slams the door behind her as she stomps out of your apartment. Only then you turn your gaze back to your husband, who has the guts to look at you with a worried look on his face. “How long have you known?” Is the first thing he asks you, taking a few steps closer.
“A couple of weeks, a month, maybe?” You answer him, leaving your place to get to the small bar in the corner of your living room to get another refill of your drink. “There’s a video of the two, it somehow got into my hands, and it has very graphic details of the two of you having sex.” Popping a lemon into your cup, you make your way back to the armchair and sit down, “Are you stupid enough to cheat on me and make a fucking sex tape, Charles?”
“I-I didn’t mean to–” He tries to plead, but you cut him off with a shake of your head.
“You didn’t mean to what?” You ask him; your voice soothing, almost understanding, and it does the job of fooling him. “Cheat on me? Fuck another woman in my bed? Break the vows you’ve made?”
“Ma chérie,” he whispers, “please.”
“No.” Your voice is colder all of a sudden. “Tell me how long this has been going on for. Was I right? How many years?”
“It started five years ago,” his voice is soft, somber and he tries to appear as genuine as he can in the situation, you suppose, “but I knew her, from before...”
“Before what?” You’re seething now, the complete opposite of his calmness, “Did you fucking cheat me when we were dating, Charles?”
“Ma chérie,” he gives you another pleading look, “please, I can change. I’ll go to therapy.”
Now that, manages to get a bark of laughter from you. It’s ripped from the back of your throat, making you throw your head back as you lose yourself in the laughter to the point that there are tears in your eyes when you finally manage to calm yourself down. Putting the glass down on the coffee table once again, you wipe them off, mindful of your mascara, as you shift your attention back onto your husband. “Are fucking kidding me right now?” He gives you a concerned look, hands on his hips as he opens his mouth to answer you, but you quickly shut him down again. “You were bringing her into my house to fuck her, I caught you, I have your fucking sex tape – which is going to be streamlined for the world to see within twenty-four hours, do you honestly think I would go back to you?”
“Wait, what?” He exclaims, looking at you with wide eyes and a shocked expression. “What do you mean they are going to streamline it, why didn’t you go to the lawyers?
“I did go to the lawyers,” you shrug, innocently, “my lawyers,” you point out. “Why would I cover up your mistakes after everything you’ve done?”
“Because I’m your fucking husband!” He barks, his arms widening to his sides as he finally loses his mask and his composure.
His little tantrum only makes you let out another laugh, “Now, you’re my husband? Not when you’re cheating on me when I’m away shooting, but when you need me to clean up after your mistakes?”
“How did you even get the video?” He asks, eyes narrowing down, “Who- who– who?”
“Who? Who? Hoo? What are you, a fucking owl?” You exclaim, this time raising your voice. “You’re honestly more concerned about where I got it and not about the fact that the entire world is about to see you fucking someone other than your wife?”
“What are we doing to do?” He asks, “Fuck, I have a race tomorrow.”
“We’re not going to do anything.” You shrug, leaning forward to grab the glass and take another sip, “Or scratch that, we’re actually going to do something.” You stand up from the armchair, walk towards the table and hand him the file. “Congratulations, we’re getting a divorce.”
“That is not happening.” He scoffs, not even bothering to look at the papers.
“I don’t think you’re in the position to bargain with me, Charles.” You seethe, “You’re going to sign the damn papers, and you’re also going to sign away your rights to the baby.”
“What the–?” He looks at you in disbelief, “You’re pregnant?”
“Congratulations, it’s a boy.” You bite out, “Like you wanted.”
“You’ve been drinking the entire night.” He points to the glass, “Do you expect me to believe you’re pregnant?”
Offering him a sweet smile you hand him the glass, tipping it towards him, “It’s soda water, would you like a sip?”
“Don’t make me do this,” he pleads, “give me another chance.”
“I would’ve, if you were honest with me from the start.” You resign, a sincere look in your eyes. “I’ll give you a choice: us, or her.”
He rears back with the offer, looking at you in disbelief. “What?”
“You either choose me and the baby or you choose to be with her, and in that case, I will never let you near my baby, Charles.” You shake your head, wrapping your arms around your stomach protectively.
For a second, his eyes linger around your stomach. But you know his choice when he meets your eyes again.
“What have we done to each other?” He whispers, and you can barely see the tears in his eyes.
“We didn’t do anything, Charles. I gave up everything for you, but you just took me for granted.” Walking back to the dining table, you grab your coat and bag, and when you come face to face with him again, your voice is soft despite all the anger you still feel towards him. “You, Charles Leclerc, are truly the smallest man who ever lived.”
The hotel lobby is calm and empty as you sit at the bar, and it’s surprising when you consider that fact that it is the weekend of the Monaco Grand Prix, meaning that there must be hundreds and thousands of motorsports fans visiting. Not that you’re complaining about the silence, of course. After the night you’ve had, silence and calmness are all you could ask for.
“I’ll get a whiskey, please, whatever top shelf stuff you’ve got.” A voice cuts through the moment you are having, and you instantly recognise the distinct accent of the stranger sitting next to you. “Thought you were in the States, finishing off filming.” This time, the comment is directed to you, and you roll your eyes as you push the empty glass towards the bartender on duty.
With a sigh, you turn to the man on your right, “What do you want, Carlos?” Your voice conveys your lack of energy, and Carlos is not dumb enough not to notice the dark circles under your eyes beneath your makeup.
“I came to check on you.” Is his answer. Simple, curt and to the point. You’d certainly appreciate it more if you had the patience for his antics.
“Well, you did, have a good night.” Slamming down a hundred-Euro bill onto the counter, you make a move to get up from your place, but a gentle hand on your wrist stops you. “Let me go.”
Though there is no venom to your voice, Carlos knows that it is not the time, nor the place, to test your patience. “I’m sorry,” he starts and when you take a good look at him, you can tell that he’s being sincere, “I really did want to check up on you, and considering the fact that you have a perfectly good penthouse but instead in a hotel, I think I was right to do so.”
Crossing your arms across your chest as you get back onto the barstool with a huff, you glare at him lightheartedly, “I didn’t want to stay in the same house as him,” raising your eyebrows, you continue with a lower voice, “thanks to [email protected], but I’m sure you know what I’m talking about.” The way his cheeks redden under the dim lights of the lobby bar would make you chuckle under normal circumstances, but you push the thought aside, “Honestly, what were you thinking? You’re lucky it was me who realised it was you, if it was my agent or publicist, we’d have another scandal to deal with.”
“Yeah, yeah,” he brushes you off with a swat of his hand, “I’m sorry I put you into that position.”
“Don’t be,” you mumble, tilting your head to the side, “I wouldn’t have known if you hadn’t sent me the video. Just tell me why you did it.”
“What?” He turns you with a confused look on his face.
“Why, Carlos?” You ask, voice encouraging yet soft, “Why did you send it? Why now?”
He keeps quiet for a while, not answering your questions but not taking his gaze off you either. Eventually, he exhales a deep sigh as he gives you a sheepish shrug, “I didn’t like the way he treated you. And I didn’t want to make you worry about it without concrete proof, so I guess everything just... worked out.”
“Huh,” you let out a small hum in agreement, “I guess you’re right.”
Expecting more than the words you chose to answer him with, he raises an eyebrow as he takes a big gulp of whiskey from his glass. “That’s it?”
“Well, what more is it there to say?” You ask, sheepishly shrugging. “We’re getting a divorce; he’s going to move out and I’m gonna make sure the entire world knows just why.”
Carlos flags down the bartender as he mumbles, “I feel like you need a stronger drink if we’re going to talk about your impending divorce, cariño.”
Taking a deep breath and exhaling an even deeper sigh, you shake your head. “I can’t.” Thank God Carlos is one of the people who is the proud owner of a braincell around you, because he catches your insinuation quickly.
With widened eyes, he quickly turns towards you, eyes softening as you offer him a sad smile. “Dios mío,” he murmurs, eyes running over you worriedly, “are you okay?”
“Well... no.” You let out an unexpected laugh at his expression, patting him on the shoulder lightheartedly. “I’ll be fine, Carlos, I’m a big girl. I can handle this.”
“I know you will,” he assures you, “but does Charles know?”
Now that manages to bring a grimace to your face. “He signed his parental rights away along with the divorce papers.” The look he gives you after hearing your words has you worried that his eyes are going to pop out of their sockets, but you try to calm him down as best as you can. “Carlos, it’s fine.”
“It’s most certainly not!” He exclaims, his voice echoing in the almost empty hotel lobby. “Is he out of his mind?”
You give him an awkward smile and another shrug of your shoulders. "I... feel like whatever I’m going to say is going to be wrong. So... yes?”
“Cariño,” he says, exasperated, “how are you so normal about this?”
“Lots of women raise their kids as single mothers while working, Carlos.” Your expression quickly taking the form of a frown, “I can handle this, I don’t need Charles or anyone else to hold my hand and tell me I’m doing such a good job.”
“I know you can do this alone, tonta,” he rolls his eyes as the endearment making you roll your eyes, “but you’re not going to be alone. Because I’m here.” There’s a certain finality to his words. And just as you’re about to object to his words, he quickly shuts you down. “I know you can do this on your own, but you don’t have to, okay? I’m going to be with you every step of the way.”
“What if I need waffles in the middle of the night?” You ask, your eyebrow raised in a skeptical way.
“I’ll adjust my pancake recipe.” His reply his immediate, and he shrugs lightly as he adds, “Pancakes are better, anyway.”
Rolling your eyes you continue, “What if I need someone to hold my hand in the delivery room? It can get quite gruesome, you know?”
He provides you with another nonchalant shrug of his shoulders. “I’ve never really been affected by it.”
“Okay, this is ridiculous, Carlos!” You exclaim, pushing yourself off your seat as you turn your body to face him. “I don’t need you to bail me out, I don’t need your help!”
“I know you don’t,” he nods.
“I am capable of doing this on my own!” You shriek, and the fact that your face is starting to get progressively redder worries Carlos.
“I know you are, but–” he tries to reason.
“No buts! I’m going to be a good mother, okay?” You point an accusatory finger towards him. “I’m going to choose him!”
The way your voice breaks at the end of your sentence has Carlos instinctively pull you into his arms, which is not that hard given the fact that you are almost the same height as him as you stand in front of the bar stool he’s sitting on, and he doesn’t say a word as you sob into his chest – letting out all the emotion you’ve bottled up over the past few weeks, no less. He doesn’t you offer you empty promises or tries to soothe you with cliché phrases. Instead, he stands still, holding you between his arms as you sob continuously into his chest. Giving the bar tender an awkward smile over your shoulder, he hands him his card to close out your tabs.
He only starts talking again once you’ve pulled away and trying to wipe the remnants of your tears from under your eyes. “Do you feel better now?” He asks, handing you a napkin.
“Yeah,” you mumble, sniffing as you play with the corners of the napkin. Then, you flip your eyes toward his, and fix him with a glare. “You are not becoming my kid’s stepdad.”
“Of course not, cariño,” he assures you, “I’ll be the dad that stepped up instead.”
You let out a teary chuckle as you slap him lightly on his chest. “I’m serious, Carlos.”
“So am I.” He replies softly, and you can see the genuine look on his face. “You’re not alone anymore, I’m choosing you.” Tentatively, he presses his hand softly against your stomach as he maintains your gaze. “Both of you.”
And though the last thing you want is a promise, this one seems like a real one. So, you let yourself believe that he might just keep it up.
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Kinktober Day 5: Knotting
Eddie Brock x GN! Reader x Venom
Summary: Both you and Eddie still learning things about Venom even in the bedroom.
Warnings: Smut, Rough, Little bit of Eddie, Tongue, Licking, Pain, Knotting
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Head buried back into a pillow, feeling Eddie's hand continuously glide and grip your body, sweat mixing against pressed skin. Cock buried deep within your walls, unlocking an overflow of moans that echoed in your shared apartment.
Feeling as Eddie's hips grew sloppy, alerting you to the end of the heated night, only to watch as Venom took over. Engulfing your lover, trading Eddie's cock for his own.
Flooded with Venom's cock, sparking every nerve that lined your walls, the euphoric feeling causing your chest to rise and moans to grow in volume.
"Venom, p-please, I can't." You stutter for mercy, but he gives you none. Hearing as the bed thrusts against the wall matching his, both you and the bed threaten to break under Venom's feral hunger. Turned on by his labored breaths, hazily temped to push him back just to suck the alien off.
Having no chances on that plan, feeling as his grip grew stronger, groans growing louder, and hips and thighs pounding into yours, buckling as they do. Keeping a grip of your own on Venom, together building up your climaxes.
Taking no longer as Venom sped up, cracking the wooden headboard and bruising the back of your tights. All the chaos ends with both of you cumming loudly, the bliss overloading your bodies. Venom lending forward in shock at the first ever feeling of cumming, saliva dripping from his mouth onto your twitching body.
Coming down from the heavenly moment as your body sharply trades it for pain, hearing Venom's groans loudly, painfully putting the pieces together, it all being his doing.
Crying out for Venom, but only hearing his reverberated breathing as his tongue touches down, hot and wet, licking your neck with teeth grazing along, adding to the pool of pain. Hurting to move, you stayed still full of Venom's cum, hoping he wouldn't move either while stuck in you. Knotted together.
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