#James' job description is: DAD

[jfleamont]

Lily Evans is a woman in stem

I assume you're referring to this post I made not long ago and YES, A THOUSAND TIMES YES

Also, is Potions a male-dominated field? Because it seems that the wizarding world is more progressive when it comes to gender equality.

For example, Quidditch is co-ed and there are some pretty successful female Quidditch players. For Aurors, Tonks and Alice Longbottom were quite accomplished in their field. So perhaps it's the same for Lily's field.

What do you guys think?

[httpscomexe]

Barnes has to protect the new girl which he despises but after spending time with her he realises he loves her.

Okay this isn't EXACTLY what you asked for, I changed it up a little, but it works.

Pinky Promise

Summary: Barnes is set up on a mission by Steve Rogers with the person he claims he hates so dearly. Everything is fine until after they realise everything is about to set fire, and the soldier is once again awakened.

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Parings: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Smut, light choking, fighting, yelling, nothing too big in this chapter. P/V sex, mentions of drugs, mentions of child trafficking. One of my first times writing smut, it's bad.

Word Count: 3798 (Find all chapters HERE)

“Barnes.” Tony Stark approaches the soldier, his hands in his pockets, and the expression on his face unreadable. “Now, I know we’ve been through some tough times, hating each other back and forth.” He pulls his hands out of his pockets and crosses them in front of his chest. “But we have a job for you. It should be easy.”

“Just spit it out already, Stark.” The soldier carefully drops the heavy load he’d been holding with his left hand, and his arm hums as it recalibrates.

“Your mission is to protect the new girl. My daughter.” Tony spits out, hating even the thought of James Barnes, the famous killer, to protect his little girl. “She has a mission where she needs to steal a phone, she's a master pickpocket and the phone is in the pocket of a man who’ll be in a very crowded room. A masquerade ball, to be specific.” He sighs, shifting on his feet uncomfortably.

“Okay. When?”

“Tonight.”

“Well thanks for the short notice, Stark.” Barnes says angrily before grabbing up his package again and turning away to leave.

“You have a suit sitting on your bed ready for you. Be ready by seven thirty!” Stark calls after him. Worried for what the outcome of this mission would be.

Hey, I’m Y/N, Mr. Stark's daughter. You must be Bucky? Was the first thing you had said to him as you had stuck your hand out for him to shake. Yea. Was all he had said as he stared down at you, observing your face and body as you awkwardly shoved your hand back into your tactical pants and he walked away, getting seated in the limo that your dad had rented so you followed after him, still craving to be friends with him.

“Stark, your target is about 6 '2, his hair is black, curly, and is usually tied up. He was last seen 15 minutes ago at the ball wearing a black tuxedo and his masquerade mask.” You made sure your weapons were concealed as you shifted in your seat, your long pink dress hides your thigh holster well.

“You look good in pink.” You giggle quietly as you look up at Barnes, dressed up in the pinkest tuxedo you’ve ever seen, and he was visibly angered by your constant teasing and taunting of his apparel. “F.R.I.D.A.Y? Did you not receive a picture of my target?”

“No ma’am. The only thing we have as of now is a description of your target. He’s normally crowded by women, so I believe you should approach him with a false attempt in seducing him, and then pickpocket him. But you are the professional.” The led lights above you flash as F.R.I.D.A.Y speaks.

“We’ll see what the best approach is when we get inside.”

“Do we have to wear these stupid masks?” Barnes finally speaks to you, holding up his matching pink masquerade mask, but instead of answering him, all you can do is laugh to yourself, his face doesn’t even attempt to curl into a smile as the limo finally pulls in front of your location. A large mansion, at least three stories with a pool and multiple fountains in the front. You want to be impressed, but you know the riches come from drug and child trafficking, so you can’t even force yourself to be impressed as you take Barnes’ hand, playing your parts as lovers well as he gently takes your hand and helps you out of the car, then you both place your masks on your faces, putting you into work mode as you hook your arm through his, then make your way into the mansion, your heart skipping immediately when you walk in as your eyes are met with hundreds of people already dancing and drinking, each of their identities concealed with a mask, but your eyes know exactly what to look for.

“Stark? What-?” The food. You leave his side, casually speed walking to the long tables that are filled with desserts and drinks that you’ve never even heard of until now. Your needy fingers immediately reach out and pick up a small bowl of strawberries that were covered in white chocolate and sprinkles, and just before you put the sweet mouth-watering strawberry into your mouth, you feel an iron grip around your wrist, preventing you from biting into it. “What are you doing?” He growls in your ear, his left hand gripping your left hand to the point where your fingers went numb.

“I’m hungry…” You whisper to him, looking up at him through your lashes as he stares down at you with a hard expression, then hesitantly, he releases his grip on your wrist and wraps his arm around your waist instead, gently guiding you towards a different direction to continue looking for your target as you munch on your strawberries. “That's him.” You say quietly, nudging him gently as your eyes catch sight of a taller man, his fingers and wrist covered in golden jewels, and he has tattoos reaching up from out of his suit, creeping up his neck. You’d recognize a drug dealer from anywhere. “Hold my strawberries.” You hand Barnes the bowls, and work your magic…

“See that was easy.” You tell him, holding up the man's phone in your right hand before Barnes snatches it and shoves it into his pocket. “Hey!”

“Don’t fucking flaunt it are you stupid? What if someone sees it?”

“Like whom?” You stop in the hallway you were walking in and face him with your arms crossed. The hallway is completely empty. You were told the restrooms were in this direction, but you swear the hallway never ends. But your heart skips as you hear approaching footsteps. Realistically, you weren't supposed to be back here.

“Shit.” Barnes grabs you by the back of your neck and pulls you towards him, then opens a random door and steps inside, the automatic lights turning on, causing you to jump. “Fuck.” He mumbles, knowing the light would give you away, so he drags you over to the far wall. “Play along.” He grumbles, quickly undoing his tie and loosening his shirt just slightly before reaching towards you and messing your hair up, then he leans forward and his lips land on your neck.

Your whole world was suddenly spinning as you felt his lips touch your skin, it was like your body was on fire and your eyes rolled slightly as his hands squeezed your waist and he kept you pressed to the wall with urgency.

“Hey, you two aren’t supposed to be in here.” A man walks into the room, and you could see three others behind him. One of them was your target.

“Oh, we're sorry, we just needed some…” Barnes looks down at you, you couldn’t make it more obvious how dazed you were. “Privacy.” He tells the men before gently brushing your hair back and fixing his suit. “But we’ll get going, sorry.” He takes your hand and you both brush past the men, who were most likely planning their next attack, which you’d get all of the details on from the man's phone.

“But I want to drive.” You whine, trying to push past Barnes to make it to the driver's seat, and he was becoming more visibly frustrated with you.

“I said no-!” He grumbles, his teeth clenched to prevent himself from yelling and catching unwanted attention. His hands had gripped your upper arms, tight. Then he slammed you against the pink sports car that was parked a little way away right next to some other sports cars, including a black tesla with dark tinted windows and an orange Ferrari, but still close enough to not be suspicious. It was your 16th birthday gift from you dad, and you loved it. Even if the pink suit and dress for tonight's mission was in spite of making Barnes look bad, your dad still knew you loved all things pink.

“Okay!” You squeal. “Okay… I’m sorry Barnes… please let go, you're hurting me.” You ask him, his grip tightening, and his face mere centimetres from yours, you could smell the hint of peppermint on his breath and the cologne on his clothes. Then he slowly lets go and backs away from you before opening the passenger door and watching you slip into the car, then he rounds the car and gets into the driver seat before starting the car.

“Get comfortable, it’s a long ride to the hotel.”

“Okay…” You mumble, shifting in your seat and getting comfortable as you remove your dress so you’re only in your shorts and a tank top.

The next few hours fly by like they were nothing, and your eyes are continuously focusing on anything it could be occupied by. One moment you're focusing your eyes on passing trees and the next you're pretending there's a little ninja jumping over little obstacles and swinging from power lines, moving your fingers in your peripheral to enhance your imagination.

But that's when your eyes turned and focused on Barnes, and the way his hands gripped the wheel. His left arm hung out of the driver window which has been rolled down since you’d gotten onto the freeway, and he was focused purely on the road. As you approach a red light, you observe how when he flexes his hand, the veins in his hand move in the most attractive way possible, his muscles growing under his pink tuxedo as he stretches a little.

“That car looks familiar.” He snaps you out of your trans and you turn your head in the direction he's looking in only to see an orange Ferrari, behind it was the black tesla with dark tinted windows.

“Yea, they were parked next to us at the ball.”

“What’re the chances they’re going to the same hotel?”

“Not likely considering we’re going to one that's four hours away. Why wouldn’t they stay near where the ball is?”

“Because they’re following us. Where’s the phone?”

“In your pocket.”

“Get it out, I’m going to take some random ass turns to see if they’re following.” You listen, immediately reaching over to take the phone from his right pocket, but when you reach in, it’s not there. Shit. 

“It’s in your other pocket.” You say before unbuckling and reaching over his lap as he moves his arms to make room for you to crawl around him, then you dig into his other pocket and pull out his phone. As soon as your back up straight with the phone in a hidden compartment, you buckle and Barnes presses on the gas, allowing you to move ahead of the Ferrari, who's speed doesn’t change, but the tesla continues to follow, both of them taking the same exit as Barnes turns the wheel, still going in the direction of the hotel. “Yea no they’re definitely following us.” You point out as if it wasn’t already obvious. “Are you sure you can drive well? I mean you were dead for like-”

“Shut up. I’m gonna pretend I’m getting gas.”

“What-?” He turns the wheel, pulling into a 7/11 before parking next to a pump and getting out of the vehicle with his gun concealed in his dress pants, then as expected, both of the cars pulled into the gas station.

Shit, shit, shit… You watched as a man steps out of the Ferrari, dressed in a suit as he begins to press buttons for the gas pump, and then suddenly all of your worries leave your body, replaced easily by hunger and thirst, so when Barnes isn’t looking, you leave the car and make your way into the gas station.

“Welcome.” The man at the front desk says as you enter the store, and immediately head to the chips and soda.

Back at the car, Barnes finishes pumping the car with gas, and he gets back into the driver seat, feeling the threat isn’t serious anymore, until he realises you’re missing. “This fucking girl Stark.” He mumbles to himself, then looks around the parking lot until his eyes land on you, innocently searching the candy aisle inside of the gas station.

Should I get starbursts, or Twix…? You ask yourself with your arms crossed, the candies sitting side by side as you make the hardest decision of your life, almost as hard as the hand that wrapped around your waist.

“He’s taking pictures of you.” You turn and look up at Barnes as he also pretends to search the candies, and your eyes dart to his right where a man in a hood, which you could tell he was huge from his frame, was looking down at his phone unashamedly, and you could see him scrolling through different pictures he had just taken of you with his thumb. You felt Barnes hand tighten around your waist, warning you to look away before you were suspicious. “And I don’t like it.” He whispers, sending chills down your spine that felt amazing, so you grab the starbursts, the pink pack, then you walk to the registrar, Barnes presence never leaving you as he presses his front against your back and places a drink on the counter, then slips the man a twenty before grabbing both items in one hand and your hand in the other, practically dragging you out of the store and back to the car.

Arriving at the hotel, you could see the visible frustration on Barnes’ face, almost like he was written in anger, but you weren’t sure what was wrong. The mission had gone well with no casualties, and you stole the item that your mission had listed. So why was he so angry?

“Barnes.” You say his name peacefully, as if you were about to make an offering. “Barnes?” You repeat when he doesn’t answer as he throws his bag of clothes on the floor and plops onto a couch. You toss your bag on the couch and sit opposite from him in the recliner. “Why’re you mad at me?” You finally ask. His head looks up at you slightly and his eyes flash with anger

“Why? You really need to ask me that? After everything that’s happened tonight, you just fucking disappear. No explanation, no warning.”

“I was just getting a snack… It’s not a big deal. We had the situation under control.” You explain bluntly, and a frustrated growl comes from his throat as he looks away from you before slowly standing up from the couch, and you copy him, expecting a heated argument, but of course, you didn’t know James Buchanan Barnes, and he wasn’t for any arguments.

“That’s not the point!” He yells, his posture becoming stiff and angered as he approaches you, and you back away in fear, you're back hitting the wall and your hands pressing flat against the wall as well as you squish yourself against the flat surface.

You can see him trying not to lose control. Why would you approve a mission with me and him as partners dad? You wondered as Barnes sighs and leans in closer to you, his face only mere centimetres from yours as he whispers, aggression still clearly in his voice. “You have no idea… what could’ve happened to you, or what I would’ve done if something had happened to you…” You don’t respond, only staring at the floor to avoid his eyes as you keep yourself compressed against the wall. “I was scared, Y/N.” He says softly, and you feel his hand reach up to brush a strand of hair behind your ear, his gentleness was something you never saw in him. “You know what it feels like to be scared, don’t you?” You only nod, you try to speak but your lips only part before his thumb rests on your face, gently stroking your cheek as he leaned in closer, trying to coax you to just look into his eyes for once, and to get rid of your fears of him.

So, you do.

Your eyes meet his and both of your lock. Your heart skips a beat as you feel his arms wrap around you, pulling you close and flush against his body and his forehead rests on you. “I’m sorry…” He whispers, hurt in his voice.

Did he just apologise?

All these years, your father and so many other people have made him up to be a monster, but he just apologised to you. But for What? He didn’t do anything wrong.

“Why are you sorry…?” You say finally, and you feel his arms wrap around you more protectively.

“I just…” He sighs. “When your dad gave me the mission to protect you…” Protect me? That’s not why he was given the mission… “I wasn’t happy about it. Not because I don’t like you, but because I was scared you wouldn’t like me.” He says, gently letting go of you, then he holds your face in his hands and stares into your eyes. “I know everything that people say about me. Some are brave enough to say shit to my face, but others prefer to fear me behind a phone or a computer.” He begins to gently stroke your cheek again, and you realise it's a comfort method of his. “I might seem like it doesn’t faze me, but it does. It really does, Y/N. So, I took the job in hopes that at least one person wouldn’t see me as a monster. I was hoping we could even get along.”

“Barnes.” You interrupt. “You are not a monster. Hydra is. And I know they are, I’ve experienced it myself, but you’ve gone through so much worse.” You gently pull his hands off of your face and hold his hands in yours. “I don’t know you as the Winter Soldier Barnes. As a matter of fact, I’ve looked up to you ever since you joined the team. You’re my role model, I used to dress up as you for halloween for fucks sake.” You chuckle, recalling your costume from last year that you’d perfectly tailored to your size, and you see a smile creep up onto his face. “You’re not a monster, and anyone who says you are, haven't met you. You’re misunderstood, and that's it. But I want you to explain something to me.”

“What?” He asks, his voice so soft you might start crying yourself.

“What do you mean you were assigned to protect me? On my assignment it says you’re only my driver.” You watch as his face contorts into confusion.

“If you needed a driver then they would’ve assigned you with someone else… Not me, I’m not a professional driver.”

“Exactly, that’s weird.”

“Who assigned the mission?” You ask, then you both let go of each other as he reaches for his bag, pulling out a printed paper slip with every mission detail.

You both examined it. Your eyes peeled on who assigned the mission and what his mission details were.

“Why would Rogers assign me with you? He never creates anything but when he does it’s this?” Barnes remains quiet. He knows exactly why.

“Hey… Y/N?”

“Yea?” You watch as he shoves his mission slip back into his bag, most likely crumpling it.

“You really don’t see me as a monster?”

“No, of course not. I think you're actually kinda cute. Just misunderstood.” You tell him again, as honestly as you could.

Then he walks closer to you, your arms crossed loosely over your middle as his hands reach up and gently cups your cheeks before leaning down and pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. And you feel yourself explode.

His lips explore yours, softly and with care at first but then he becomes more hungry as his hands find their way around your waist and one of his hands cup your ass, pulling you up closer to him as you hold the back of his head. What the fuck are you doing? You think as his lips trail down to your neck, lightly biting your skin and he gently hooks his hand behind your knee as he lifts your leg to hang over his hip, your centre now against the growing bulge in his pants. The pink pants and suit that he still hasn’t taken off.

You reach up, easily undoing his tie and unbuttoning his suit and then he continues to kiss you, pushing you gently against the wall as his hands reach up behind you to unclasp your bra and he left it fall from your top as he brings his hands up to gently massage your breasts, drawing moans from your lips.

Your hands find their way into his hair, pulling gently as he begins to remove your clothes, tossing your top to the side before quickly removing your pants and panties, leaving you completely exposed. Not long after did you begin to remove his clothes, working until you were skin against skin, but the only thing that ran through your mind was dad would kill me if he found out I was about to fuck the Barnes of people. 

“Fuck I need you.” He groans, lifting you to gently lay you down on the couch before making his way between your legs, but just before he’s about to pound into you.

“Wait!” You shout suddenly. “Do you at least have a condom?” 

“We don’t need one, it’s fine.” He argues, but before you can argue back, he’s already inside of you. He still for a moment, savouring the feeling of being inside of you, and your legs wrap loosely around his waist like a koala. “Fuck…” He growls, then he begins to move inside of you. Slowly at first, but then his pace picks up until the couch is basically rocking, and part of you feels bad for whomever is below you, but the rest of you feels amazing. It’s total ecstasy and probably the best feeling sex you’ve ever had as your eyes are already rolling because he pounds into you like it's the best feeling he’s ever had.

With your legs wrapped around his waist and a growing feeling in your stomach, you gasp and moan as he moves so he's able to wrap his metal fingers of his vibranium hand around your throat, squeezing just enough for it to feel amazing. As he reaches between your bodies, gently rubbing your clit, you feel your stomach tighten and he groans as you tighten around his cock.

“Fuck…” He groans, then you both cum. The best orgasm you’ve had in your life as he spills inside of you and you clench around him, milking every drop of his cum.

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You're waiting for a train...(1)

A Leap of Faith

Robert Fischer x Cobbs Daughter!reader

a/n - this is going to be multiple parts as I thought that would be preferable to a 20k fic. So let me know what you think! Also should I make a taglist for this???? (it's my first time doing a multi-chapter so I don't really know :)

description - y/n, the daughter of the thief Dominic Cobb and the late Mal Cobb, joined her father on the run. Knowing her fathers innocence, she couldn't bear to be without him, so she gave up on her architecture degree and followed him into the world of dreams. They do jobs together and, even though Cobb worries about the amount of danger he's putting her in he'd rather her be with him in the dreams rather than on the outside with his name like a brand. In the latest job they are given, Cobb finds peace and Y/n finds her one true love.

*reader is 20*

warnings - angst, dream infiltrating, incepting an idea into someones mind (which comes with it's own ethical qualms), mentions of death, creepy men.

word count - 1.2k

a/n - watched Oppenheimer so yeah...Cillian Murphy.

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Some thought I was stupid. Following my father into a life of crime. Every day my life was threatened and every day I felt unsafe in my skin. But I couldn’t let my father go. I knew mom hadn’t been well since they woke from their dream.

Dad had told me they’d been stuck for 50 years and I suddenly realised how muddled my mom had become. So I knew there was no way he’d killed her that night. She’d wanted to wake up and she wanted him to come with her.

So I followed my dad because I’d rather be a criminal than be without him. Some thought my father was stupid for letting me follow. But truth was, he wanted me with him as well. We couldn’t see James and Philippa so we settled for the family we had left. Us two.

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The clock’s hands on my watch reached 30. I hurriedly placed the headphones onto Nash’s head and began the music.

Arthur woke up first as the sedative wore off. He told me that Saito had figured it out and we needed to disappear. I helped him with the others. Seconds later Nash and dad woke up in succession.

“How did you mess up the carpet?”

“I didn’t know he was going to rub his face on it.” I rolled my eyes at his incompetency.

“You always have to expect them to do the unexpected!” I voiced my concerns.

“Oh yeah how about you go down there with us instead of judging from up here!”

“I’ve been in dreams longer than you’ve been alive my friend.” I smirked at him but felt him sidle up to my ear and whisper. “I’d have you on the carpet.” He was roughly shoved back by Arthur. In the years of him working with my dad, Arthur had practically become my protector and he looked out for me at every turn.  He glared at Nash in warning and jerked his head towards where my dad was packing up. Arthur could handle him on his own but he relished in the fear that spread across his eyes.

I helped my dad pack up the case and took the hand he offered me as he led me down the bullet train.

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I joined dad in his hotel room with Arthur and we prepared to leave. We only stayed in the same room in very dire circumstances as dad believed I was safer far from him. Or because he felt safer alone.

When I entered, I noticed the spinning top.

Mom.

Dad followed my eyes and then looked down ashamed. I knew what he was doing. He was hanging on the balance of dream and reality, convincing himself that mom was wrong.

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We three came to the rooftop, ready to fly away from this mess. But the closer we got, we noticed Nash slumped, bloody and bruised. Suddenly Saito appeared from the other side.

“He sold you out, in exchange for my sparing of his life.” Of course, it would be him! I tried to appear angry but I felt nothing. Our lives would be over soon.

Saito offered my father a gun but he declined saying that he doesn’t handle things that way. As Nash was dragged out of the helicopter we were invited to take our seats. I followed nervously.

“What will you do with him?”

“Nothing, but I can’t speak for Cobal engineering.” Ice ran down my spine, understanding the fate we narrowly avoided. Dad grasped my shaking hands.

“What do you want from us?”

“Inception. Is it possible?” Dad tensed and tightened his grip on my hands.

“Of course not!” Arthur answered.

“If you can steal an idea from someone’s mind, why can’t you plant one instead.”

“Okay, here’s me planting an idea in your mind. I say, ‘don’t think about elephants’, what do you think about?”

“Elephants.”

“Right but it wasn’t your idea. Because you know I gave it to you.”

I jumped in to assist. “The subjects mind can always trace the genesis of the idea, true inspiration is impossible to fake.”

My dad softly whispered beside me, and I managed to make out his disagreement with mine and Arthur’s points.

“Can you do it?” Saito smirked.

“Are you offering me a choice? Cause I can find my own way to square things with Cobal.”

“Then you have a choice.”

“Then I choose to leave, sir.”

“You want to take that risk? You want her to take that risk?” His piercing eyes lifted to mine and I felt my dad’s palms sweat at the thought of me in danger. He knew Cobal engineering would not even spare his daughter.

We landed outside of a private jet and I jumped out first ready to leave. I was enchanted by the scale of the jet but my happiness was short lived when I remembered who I was and what was going to happen, once again. Arthur and Dad joined my stride but we were halted by Saito’s voice. A final plea.

“How would you like to go home.” No. How dare he taunt us like that. There was nothing I wanted more than to go home with my dad and he chooses to dangle that freedom in front of us like a donkey with a carrot!

“Can’t fix that! No one can!”

“Just like Inception.” I don’t know if it was the sincerity in his voice but I chose to shuck off Arthur’s hand on my arm and walk back towards the helicopter.

“You’re serious. Aren’t you? Well how complex is the idea.”

"y/n what are you doing?"

“Simple enough.”

I scoffed. “No idea is simple enough if you have to plant it in someone’s mind.”

“My main competitor is an old man in poor health. His son will soon inherit his father’s business. I need him to decide to break up his father’s empire.” A business deal. Did I expect anything less. At least we could remove emotions from it. Simple and transactional.

My father joined the discussion. “If I did this-If I even could do this.” He grabbed my hand. “We’d need a guarantee. How do I know you can deliver?”

“You don’t! But I can. So, do you want to take a leap of faith?”

I shivered hearing my mother’s words pour out of this man’s mouth.

“Or become an old man, filled with regret?”

Dad lowered his head into a gentle nod.

“Assemble your team Mr Cobb, and choose your people more wisely.” The helicopter doors closed and up it went. In a daze I followed them onto the jet and sat down, silent.

“Look, I know how much you two want to go home--”

“No. Arthur, you don’t.” The first words I’d said in over an hour. I punctuated them by standing up and locking myself in the bathroom. Dad’s fingers brushed mine as I left in a brazen attempt to stop me.

As I sat there I thought back on my life, specifically the before. Pictures and films of our happy family danced through my head and I cried. I cried for the first time since we’d left that day. Since I’d hugged my baby siblings goodbye and promised them I’d be back soon. I cried thinking there might be a way. This was our chance.

I splashed water on my face and made my way back out with a fresh smile. I rested my arm on my dad’s shoulder.

“we’re doing this.” I announced. “I know, sweetie.”

I relaxed back into my seat, assured in our choice but nervous of the outcome. “So, where to now.”

“Paris. We need another architect.”

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[ttteanimalau]

Hello yall!

Firstly, I wanna apologize for this blog being...in a coma for a bit there. I promise, I'm not done with this blog or au, I've actually not stopped thinking about it. I've just been lacking motivation to make art for it, any artist would know lol

Because it's been so long, I've decided to finally settle on making references for the mains, meaning engines 1-7 plus Emily.

So far, this is Thomas, Edward, Henry, and Gordon, I'll make everyone in time but I had these done and wanted to post now. Also, have some fun basic descriptions of their characters in my au.

Thomas is, to most workers, a lil prick. In all seriousness, his basic personality is a lovable yet cheeky young dork, with a big heart. There are few figures of authority he has respect to but he, overall, doesn't find joy in causing distress or harm to others. He causes trouble in a more-or-less fun kind of way, even though it can get under the skin of certain co-workers He does have a bit of a hero complex though, after all he's been through.

Edward is an older mentor-type figure, basically everyone's dad. He's thoughtful and very reliable, always willing to do what's necessary to get the job done. When a scenario would call for it, he does have some bite when it comes to verbally disciplining his younger peers, especially Thomas and James. He takes no nonsense and can be pretty scary when he's ticked off, despite his usual softboi appearance. Also yes, he's very gay, I felt that was important to mention lol

Henry is also a softboi, though he's definitely less of a mentor figure. He's careful and gentle, especially with smaller beings. He can get prideful, especially when he primarily pulls the heaviest trains. He has incredible strength and he knows it, though part of his pride comes from hidden insecurity, considering his past and how fragile he used to be before the Flying Kipper. But that's a long story that'll be explained in the future.

Gordon is the pride of Sodor's railway, and he basks in the spotlight. He's boastful and proud, and that's not entirely unfounded. As the worker who primarily pulls the Express passenger train, he's aware of how important he is. Though, he does have a fondness for his younger co-workers, even the ones who annoy him (*cough cough* Thomas). However, he isn't above pulling the one-off cruel joke.

I hope you enjoy this! One again, I apologize for my absence lol

[kvetchinglyneurotic]

i'm not entirely sure i have a point here but i do find the intersection between ted's "not letting anyone get by him who might be hurting" philosophy and his "stay out of other people's business (particularly when that business is their personal relationships)" philosophy kind of interesting because they are to some extent contradictory — there are three notable instances where other characters in the show are hurting specifically as the result of their relationships with other people, and in each case, he finds a different balance between the two.

with beard and jane, we get the most straight-forward articulation of the "stay out of people's business" philosophy, but it's also the case where ted arguably has the most grounds to intervene — he and beard have been best friends for years, and he definitely knows him better than anyone in england. trying to help his friend out of a bad relationship is just kind of part of the best friend job description, or should be. with jamie and his dad, he offers (bad) advice, encouraging messages, and even brings jamie back on the team, but doesn't intervene when james is actually around (though i don't blame him for wembley since he was having a panic attack). but then you have rebecca and rupert in 1x08 (i think), and in that case ted actually does intervene, and intervene without being asked: he bets that if he wins a game of darts, rupert will stop showing up at nelson road (this is, incidentally, my favourite ted scene of the entire series. he can be manipulative when he wants to be and i am here for it).

i'm not sure i have a watsonian explanation for this — it might be that although ted and rupert are very different people, they both operate using a (performative, in rupert's case) kind of politeness/friendliness that means ted can get him to do what he wants using the skills at his disposal, whereas james and probably jane almost certainly wouldn't honour or even entertain that kind of bet in the first place. my doylist explanation is that especially in season 3, the writers only conceptualized rebecca and rupert's relationship as abusive and therefore worthy of outside intervention, but not beard and jane's or jamie's with his dad

[pain-in-the-butler]

Just wanted to say I love coattails so much and your writing!! I was curious if there were any books that you have read recently or would recommend

Hello there, thank you so much! It means a lot that you enjoy not just the concept of Coattails but the way it is written.

Someone did ask me a few months ago about my favorite books, though it's worth mentioning that I would not necessarily recommend all of them. I rec'd The Remains of the Day to my dad after I read it in college and he hated it 😭 I think for some people it's rather dreary, but maybe I enjoyed it anyway because I got to project Sebastian over Stevens...... Read the book descriptions first to see if they might appeal to you.

At the moment, I'm reading a short story collection by John Steinbeck. I managed to pass him by in all my years of school, and so far it's okay! My job is editing books, so I don't read outside of work nearly as often as I might like, but here's some other books I've read within the past handful of years that I enjoyed:

Behind Closed Doors by B. A. Paris

Eleanor Oliphant is Completely Fine by Gail Honeyman

The Joy Luck Club by Amy Tan

Snow Flower and the Secret Fan by Lisa See

Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller

Also, I really like non-fiction accounts by people who work with animals! James Herriot and Temple Grandin are my favorites. I also recommend Jane Goodall if you can stand to read specifically about chimpanzees (I never thought I'd be able to). But James Herriot is about as cheerful as quality non-fiction gets.

Last but not least, if you like webcomics, my latest obsession is Runaway to the Stars by Jay Eaton! I'm not usually into sci-fi, but the world-building is delightful and reignited my high-school love for speculative biology (which I didn't even know had a name!).

Excuse me if this answer went on too long. Thanks so much for asking! If anyone else has any recs too I'd love to hear them. This includes other manga/comics.

[giftedyoungster3000]

Stay with me

Dbf and adrenaline C3 and C4

Summary: after your father had received a number of serious threats he figured it would be best to put you under protection and have a trusted bodyguard at your side. Who better for that job than his close friend Bucky. (Bucky met reader when she was already an adult)

Warning: age gap (reader is early 20s Bucky is about 40 or so, both are consenting adults) dads best friend, creep at bar, mention of future smut/public sex, pet names, slight implications reader is female, no real description of reader

@buckybarnesevents June-iverse

Word count: 1k

A/n: pushing the due date for this last fic but here it is. It’s unedited not proof read or anything but it’s posted.

“Stop being a brat. I’m not happy to be doing this either, I owed your dad a favour” his hot breath danced on your neck as his annoyed voice snarled. His hands landed on your waist bringing you closer. He knew exactly how flustered you got around him. And boy did he use it to his advantage. Always finding a reason to be holding you, especially in front of your father. He could get off just by watching your cheeks heat up bright pink and you trying not to squirm. He knew he shouldn’t have these thoughts about his old pal's daughter. But he reasoned with himself that it was ok seeing as he met you at a bar before he even knew you were his friend's kid. So was it really that wrong?

He surveyed the bar before refocusing his attention on you. He knew the threat wasn’t serious and your father was overly paranoid but Bucky wasn’t taking any chances. He was asked to protect you and he sure as hell wouldn’t let you get hurt under his watch.

You stood in front of Bucky looking up at him desperately wanting all of his attention. You were about to snap. You were almost completely sure that whatever feelings you had toward this absolute beauty of a man were reciprocated. But then doubts would creep in. He was almost double your age and the most beautiful man you’d ever seen. Surely he wouldn’t want a kid like you. But ever since your dad started getting threats and he asked Bucky to be a bodyguard of sorts you allow yourself to take these moments alone and fantasize about what it would be like to have his attention on you for other reasons. Be able to have him for yourself, claim him and make sure all the people who were eyeing him knew that he belonged to you.

“I’m bored James.” You wine trying to pull his attention away from the crowd and towards the pout and puppy dog eyes, you wore.

He sighed looking at you and flicking his eyes down to your lips, they looked so full and soft, shining in the light of the club. His patience was getting thin.

“This is what you chose to do tonight.” He pointed out, struggling to pull his eyes away from your face. “So either we stick the night out, or I take you back home so you can hide away in your room again.” He lays the two options out for you calling out your habits in the meantime.

“Fine, at least get me a drink please?” He silently nods and pulls away to get your drink already knows what your favourite is. You follow him with your eyes as he walks over to the bar. Your mind is too distracted by the eye candy walking away from you to notice the man creeping up behind you.

His hand grips your waist unexpectedly and turns you to him. The strong smell of smoke enters your lungs and you feel nauseous.

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing here all alone? Are you looking for a good time huh? Well, you’re in luck, babe.” The man’s voice dragged through the air and into your ears.

“Excuse me?” You push the man away from you trying to put space between you and this creep when he grabs your arm tight enough to make you wince.

“Don’t talk to me like that you whore. Who do you think you are.” His face was close to yours and his voice laced with venom. You were sure this was your end.

Before you had even finished mentally saying your goodbyes the man was pulled off of you and thrown into the side of the bar counter. Effectively making him no longer a threat.

“No who do you think you are.” An oddly familiar voice asked the man now laying on the floor. Looking over to the two men, Bucky stood over the creep who curled on the floor in pain. Bucky's heavy black boot lay against his chest keeping him down. Bucky reaches forward grabs the man's shirt collar and pulls him up. As Bucky stood a head taller than this man he leaned down just enough to whisper some sort of what you assumed was a threat into the man’s ear. he pushed him into the crowd and the general direction of the door before turning back to face you, his face softening as he looked you over.

“You hurt doll?” His hands inspect you, gently moving over your body assessing to see any damage.

“I’m fine James, just a little shaken up.”

“Good, I leave you for two minutes and you already get yourself in trouble. What would you do without me huh?” His tone was mocking but there was a certain amount of truth behind that statement. What would you do without him, you never wanted to find out.

“I guess you should just never leave my side then” you joked.

“That’s the best idea you’ve had all night doll.” All signs of humour left his voice, he pulled you by the waist over to an empty booth in one of the far corners, sitting himself down and pulling you along with him and onto his lap. “This is what you wanted doll?” That damn smirk he always wears made an appearance on his face again, he knew from the way you were squirming that you were enjoying this. “What’s the matter, princess? You suddenly don’t have much to say.” He used a playful mocking tone, almost like he was speaking to a child.

A surprised gasp left your lips as you felt Bucky pressing against your thighs. There was no doubt that he was big, but feeling him against your most sensitive area made you realize just how big he was.

He could tell by the way you paused for a quick second before shifting again that you could feel how hard he was, so why not use that to his advantage?

Leaning in, Bucky once again lets his hot breath fan your neck as he whispers in a low sultry tone, “You gonna let me take you right here in the back of the club, in front of all these people?”

[startrekfangirl2233-writes]

No, Nothin' Good Starts in a Getaway Car

Part 1 of Sometimes All You Need (A Getaway Car)

Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Reader

Description: On the worst first date of your life, you're aching for any excuse to cut the date short. When a chance encounter with a gorgeous blonde presents you with a chance to escape, you'd be a fool not to take it.

Disclaimer: N/A

Warnings: afab!reader

Word Count: 2784

A/N: Hi! I wrote this for @cherrycola27's 1K Celebration Top Gun Taylor's Version. I had an absolute blast writing it. I listened to Getaway Car by Taylor Swift on repeat, and the story ran away from me. It's also the very first fanfiction that I've ever written. I really hope people like it! And to the lovely @cherrycola27, congratulations on 1k followers! I'm so happy for you!

I have about a billion thanks to the fantastic @roosterbruiser for proofreading this as well!

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You meet Jake Seresin in the midst of what is arguably the worst first date you've ever been on. San Diego is at its’ best on the gorgeous summer day you greet James outside a bustling bar for your first date. You’d come across James’ profile after signing up on Tinder for the first time at the prompting of your girlfriends.  At first glance, he is the ideal match for you. He seemed intelligent, 30 years old, worked out regularly to keep fit, had a full-time job, and was a family man. There were no glaring red flags, so you swiped right. Your conversation in the app was a bit boring, but you figured it was more due to the medium of your interactions than the man himself. So you set up a date, picking a bar in a popular area of the city, and dolling yourself up in the prettiest sundress you own, a violet number that swishes to the middle of your thighs.

It was the best of times, the worst of crimes I struck a match and blew your mind But I didn't mean it and you didn’t see it

If only he didn’t open his mouth as you sat at a table and began to get to know one another. The first indicator that James was too good to be true was when he ordered you a gin and tonic without asking you what you liked. And then there was the conversation. All he could talk about was himself, his ex-girlfriend, and, shockingly, his mother. If he wasn’t chatting your ear off about the paragon of virtue and perfection that his ex was, he was talking about his mama and how he ached, longed, and pined to find somebody to do for him what she did for his dad and their family. From what you could gather, the man had a borderline uncomfortably close relationship with his mother. He'd even mentioned needing his mom to hold his hand for his yearly physical. It had been over an hour, and he hadn’t asked you one question about yourself! Needing a break, you excused yourself, alluding to refreshing your drink, and made your way to the bar. 

I wanted to leave him, I needed a reason "X" marks the spot where we fell apart He poisoned the well, I was lyin' to myself

The bar was packed as expected for a Friday night in San Diego. The crush of people pressed you up against the countertop. The bartenders rushed from end to end, filling out drink orders at lightning speed. You finally managed to order an Old-Fashioned and were waiting patiently for the bartender to come back with your drink, idly playing with your phone and desperately counting the minutes until you could say goodbye to your date for the night.

"One Old-Fashioned," came the harried bartender's call as she passed the cut crystal glass over the bar top towards you.

"Thanks," You chirp, praying your smile isn't as pained as you feel.

“Thanks, darlin'," is also the response from the man on your right as his hand closes over yours and the amber drink in the glass.

I knew it from the first Old Fashioned, we were cursed

"O-oh!" you gasp. "Sorry, it's a zoo in here. We must have ordered the same thing!" You release the glass into his grasp.

"An old-fashioned, huh?" He enquires in a deliciously Texan twang. The rest of him is just as delicious, from the emerald eyes, the dirty blonde hair, the cut jaw with a toothpick pressed between thin lips, and the broad shoulders in a polo just a shade darker than his arresting eyes. He's tall, too, at least six feet, and for once, you don't feel like a child looking up at him. Instead, you feel positively delicate in his shadow.

"Yup," You chirp, "I needed something strong to get through what has to be the worst date I've been on in my life."

“A bad date, huh?” His voice is warm and slightly husky. While you usually wouldn’t engage with a man trying to chat with you in a bar, there’s something about this one that draws your attention.

“Yes,” you nod shyly, “it’s been terrible. But I’m sure you’ve got something better to do than hear about the bad date experience of someone you’ve just met.”

“And what,” he asks, turning the toothpick in his mouth end over end, “better thing do you think I have to do?”

Some foreign confidence inhibits you as you take a sip from the glass he places in your hand, letting the liquid slip lazily down your throat as you examine the bar around you.

“Are you sure one of those girls over there isn’t a better companion for your night?” you ask, gesturing towards a group of girls wearing skimpy dresses, sky-high heels, and sashes. They’re each holding a flute of champagne while drunkenly giggling and dancing at the edge of the dance floor. They must be a bachelorette party if the tiara and glitter are leading you right. “They look like they’d be perfect for giving you the good time you’re looking for.”

“And what would you say,” he smirks, grabbing the glass back from you and taking a swig of his own, “if I say I would like nothing more than to know exactly what it is about Mr. Average over there that’s got you all hot-n-bothered? And not in a good way, at that?”

“I’d say, another Old-Fashioned, and you’re on.” From the delight on his face, as he flags down another bartender and orders your drinks, you can see that he’s just as excited to have your full attention as you are to have his. Your decision is made even easier as you lean against the counter and peer through the crowd looking for James. You’re not even a bit surprised to see his attention on his phone in the way it hadn’t been on you when you’d been sitting across the small table from him.

It’s only a few minutes before a pair of fresh Old-Fashioneds are slid your way, and bright green eyes impale you. Taking a sip to fortify yourself, you tell him the whole sordid tale, from swiping right on Tinder to James’ idealized relationship with his ex and his codependent one with his mother. Your drink is long gone by the time you finish, and you’re fiddling with a slim straw as the last words leave you in a rush. It’s a shock to your system when a hand grasps yours.

"A pretty little thing like you shouldn't have to deal with bad dates. A man should be thanking his lucky stars for getting to take a beautiful girl like you to a place like this," the stranger purrs. 

"Smooth," you chuckle, somehow still intrigued despite having been cursing men not long before. "Now I'm just counting the minutes until it's polite for me to make an excuse to walk out of here as fast as I possibly can, and then I never have to see him again." 

"Well, sweetheart," he grins conspiratorially, "I think you've made your feelings perfectly clear already." At your questioning hum, he continues, "Seeing as how you're holding a stranger's hand at the bar and all."

You squeak in response and extricate your hand from the heat of his large palm and long, calloused fingers, face hot and cheeks flushed.

"I'm so sorry!" You apologize profusely. The handsome stranger's eyes seem amused and all-knowing as he bats down every apology spilling from your maroon lips.  Finally, he takes one step further into your space, his hand curling around your hip in a tender caress that sends heat rocketing through you.

"Tell you what, sweetheart." the hot puffs of breath into your ear send a shudder down your spine. "If the date is as bad as you say it is, I'll drive the getaway car. But first, why don’t we show him what he’s had and still missed all night?"

You're transfixed, peering up into sage green pools. This proposition will likely be a better end to the night than anything you expected. Better, definitely, than going home, changing into your pajamas, eating ice cream out of the carton, and venting on the phone to whichever one of your girls can lend a sympathetic ear.

One nod is all it takes. Your handsome stranger drags you out from your sheltered spot at the bar, making his way to the small dance floor. He twirls you around on the dance floor, song after song, in front of the table you were sitting at with your date. At first, you’re worried, not wanting a confrontation between your handsome stranger and James. But as the songs transition, you realize that you’re smiling and laughing outright, all tension dissipated in the heat of his calloused hands on you. Mr. Handsome, as you’ve dubbed him in your head, is a fighter pilot for the US Navy with a dry sense of humor that has you in paroxysms of glee. As you glide across the dance floor, you share information about yourself too. It’s gratifying to hear that he’s as devoted to his job as you are to yours.

It takes a fellow bar patron pointing the two of you out before James notices. As Mr. Handsome twirls you in a spin that wouldn’t have been out of place in Dancing With the Stars, you can see James’ face grow redder and redder.  

Mr. Handsome notices too, and with one final spin, as he clutches you close enough that you can feel the solid muscle of him against your body, he smirks out, “I’ve got you, gorgeous girl. He’s not going to touch one hair on this pretty head. And,” tone growing dark, in a growl that reduces your knees to jelly, “he’ll have to get through me to do that.” 

The song, something peppy that you couldn’t name even if you’d heard it hundreds of times before, finally draws to a close. James’ temper looks to have reached a boiling point, and just as he rises from his seat to stomp over, Mr. Handsome whisks you away, grabbing your purse in one hand as you walk past the table, with one smug wink in the man's direction. 

It was the great escape, the prison break The light of freedom on my face

You can faintly hear James' angry voice screaming, ordering you to come back, but you could care less, wholly enchanted as you are with the beautiful man holding your hand. He throws open the door to his truck in the parking lot and helps you in, and in short order, you're peeling out of the parking lot with James trying and failing to run after you.

While he was runnin' after us, I was screamin', "Go, go, go!"

The mood is light, sitting in the car after you both made your escape. The windows are down, and some country song blares lowly from the speakers. Mr. Handsome’s a chiaroscuro of color in the play of the moonlight on his skin. Every few moments, you see his eyes glance your way as if curious as to why you picked him. Finally, he pulls onto a hilltop overlooking the city and turns off the car. 

Ridin' in a getaway car There were sirens in the beat of your heart

In the silence of the summer night, any tension left in you finally drains away. It’s still a shock when he finally speaks, breaking the peace, “You know, it’s only polite to tip your getaway car driver.” 

You don’t even have to look to know there is a smug smile on his mouth. You also don’t need a mirror to know you’re flushed with the same heat he’d kept on your face all night thus far.

“Tips? Tips weren’t included in our agreement. I only remember agreeing to you driving the getaway car and showing James what he’d been missing all… night … long.” Each word dripping from your burgundy lips is punctuated by the slow glide of your fingers from his palms up his arms. Two can play the seductive game, after all. You can’t help the satisfaction on your face at seeing the blonde adonis sitting beside you, gazing back at you. 

“I’m Jake, Jake Seresin,” your handsome stranger, now Jake, introduces himself. You return the favor, gratified at the sight of his plush lips mouthing your name like he is relishing the shape of you on his tongue. The conversation, unsurprisingly, is as organic as it was when you were both whirling around on the dance floor in that bar a world away. You learn things about Jake that you’re sure he hasn’t told anyone else, just as you tell him things you haven’t told anyone too. When you finally glance at your phone, it’s well past midnight, and San Diego is aglow out of the windshield. 

“It’s past midnight,” you murmur, voice scratchy after hours of conversation and laughter.

“How was that for your first date in a long time?” Jake posits, eyes hooded, and long limbs languid as they stretch before him.

“Pretty good,” you respond, captivated again by the glow of his eyes in the moonlight. “The getaway driving was the highlight of the night after all. The only thing left is to go home and maybe get a kiss goodnight. You game?” There’s a twinkle of mischief in your eyes and an equally mischievous glint in Jake’s. 

“Well, darlin’,” he groans, “I can do you one better. I can kiss you now, sitting in this car, and taste that gorgeous mouth now and then again on your doorstep. What do you say?”

Your grin is perhaps over-eager as you haul yourself into his lap and finally, desperately kiss him like some part of you had been aching to since you left the bar. He takes the lead fairly soon, cradling you against his chest like you’re everything precious in his life. The kisses finally peter off into presses of lips against any exposed skin, gentle and sweet. You can feel the thundering beat of his heart under your hand and soft puffs of breath against the top of your head,

A sinking feeling seeps into you as Jake deposits you carefully back in the passenger seat with a kiss on your forehead and helps you buckle your seatbelt up again. Things are quiet as he navigates you home, the silence punctuated only with long, heat-filled glances and the voice of the GPS taking you home. Too soon, the truck pulls up in front of your house.

“This is me,” you say, injecting false levity in your tone, sad to be leaving Jake when you’d just found him. Jake is the requisite gentleman who lopes around the front of his truck to open the door and help you out. You walk to the door hand in hand, clinging desperately to the feelings of comfort and affection Jake had created in you in one magical evening. 

“Jake,” you peer up at him, playing with his fingers, “before that goodnight kiss you promised me. What are the likelihoods you’d want to do something like this with me again?”

“Chances, pretty girl,” he’s grinning now, something softer and sweeter than the smirk he’d leveled at James hours ago, “are pretty damned good. But first, I’d need your phone number. It’s the only reliable way I know of to get in touch with you again, after all.”

You nod, digging your phone out of your purse, unlocking it, and handing it to him. Phone number saved, Jake slips the phone back into your bag. He then tips your face up, hands gently splayed across your jaw as he feathers the promised goodnight kiss across your lips, the apples of both cheeks, and your forehead. He then presses one final kiss against your lips, a kiss potent enough to make your legs weak, and then steps back, smiling from ear to ear as he watches you unlock your door with shaking hands.

“Text me, gorgeous girl!” 

Those are the last words you hear as you step into your dark house and lock the door behind you.  A ridiculous dopy, giddy grin dances across your lips at the thought of Jake Seresin wanting to see you again. They always say, "No, nothin' good starts in a getaway car," but as you fall asleep in your bed that night with a text zipping through the night air to him, you know that Jake Seresin will be different. You have this sneaking suspicion that he thinks the same of you.

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[new-tella-us]

Seduce Me Situations!

Cause I'm bored!

Does David approve of the boys? How much does he?

And yknow what? A little rapid fire update about David. For anyone that forgot this man (lowkey same sometimes) this is Mika's dad. I changed him to be more openly loving. That doesn't mean that he is openly loving, he just won't slap his daughter before immediately shipping her off to his dead father's house.

David does care about Mika and the whole CEO thing is partly about giving her a stable job like any parent wants their child to have (and partly the OG reason. He can't be too sympathetic). He sees her talent and wants her to act on it regardless of her emotions. He is aware of his father being a warlock and he was one once but when he met Laura (a half-angel that just escaped the Demon Lord barely alive) and learnt what the demon world did to his wife he cut his father off to keep Laura and his only child away from harm.

He is cold, distant, sharp tongued and he sucks at expressing emotions (something that would influence Mika hiding her depression from everyone), but at the end of the day, he's a man that is trying to protect his family.

With all that said, no he does not approve of the boys. Since his wife is half-angel thus immune to enthrallment and aware of the boys' true identity, she told him. He does NOT like the idea of five incubi anywhere near his daughter but she's grown and doesn't seem to be hurt or controlled so, after failing to convince her to ditch these guys, he was forced to accept them.

Of the boys, he does approve of some more than others.

And by that, I mean he's kinda okay with Damien and dislikes everyone else.

He thinks James is too much of a leader. For one, he doesn't like the idea that James ends up becoming the CEO for the reasons I mentioned previously. Eventually, he admits that James is a good CEO but...still. David also fears that James would become controlling after a while, the whole "incubus enthrallment" thing didn't help. Finally, Laura's first reaction to James REALLY didn't help. James looks a fair bit like the Demon Lord (for obvious reasons) so Laura's experience makes her wary of James and if Laura is wary, David is extra wary.

He think Erik is a flirt. Surely Mika isn't the only girl Erik has been smitten by. Seeing the description Laura gave of the demon world, he wouldn't put it past Erik to have a whole harem of women and Mika is just one of many. Erik's past actions come back to haunt him as Laura (and thus David) is aware that he and Sam did....something to Mika. Their magic lingers on her like a smell. So if they were willing to use her once what's stopping them from doing it again? In short, he thinks Erik is hedonistic by human standards and doesn't trust him around his child.

Sam....OH SAM! Sam is probably the person David trusts the least. Let's start with just how angry that man looks. David is 100% convinced that Sam would hurt Mika out of anger. Sam is brutish and uncivilized in David's eyes. Once again, the prologue comes for Sam's neck as his magic lingers on Mika like Erik so... same question, what stops him from doing that again? Sam was also the one to try to enthrall David during the homecoming party and once David is made aware of this, he is pissed. Plus, once again, he looks a lot like the Demon Lord so Laura is off put and yknow the drill by now. He basically thinks Sam is dangerous.

Matthew was the one David was the least worried about. He's barely taller than Mika and is probably thinner than her. Plus Mika knows taekwondo. What could this child do, really? He was more concerned with how childish this seemingly grown man is. 22 years old and still making toys? And not for a business? It was odd to David. He felt like Matthew never grew up and would be a bad influenced on Mika. At least, that was his concern at first. Then Laura revealed that Matthew seems to be the magically strongest of all his brothers and safety became a concern again. Now he questions how much of Matthew's childishness is true and how much of it is an act. You don't gain more magic than James by being childish your whole life. Matthew is an enigma and David doesn't trust what he can't understand.

Damien is the one David trusts the most because he's the one Laura trusts the most. Once all the dust settles and Laura gets a good look at Damien, she recognizes his connection with Omaizel. They look very similar and share a similar aura. And if Damien is anything like Omaizel then he's trustworthy. That doesn't mean both of them trust him fully, David still can't help but see the Demon Lord in Damien rather than Omaizel as he never knew Omaizel but he did get a good look at the Demon Lord once. Damien shares the Demon Lord's eyes. Now, technically, they all have the same color eyes but each boy has a colored glint in their eyes that differ. (think the circle part of their eye designs. For example, James's is blue which Erik's is magenta) Damien's matches the Demon Lord exactly. So even the most trusted of the brothers puts David on edge.

Eventually, David comes to understand that the boys mean no harm but he never fully trusts them.

[patito-oward]

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Hi everyone! This page has gotten a lot of attention recently and I genuinely love yall so much I wanted to make this page to let you all get to know me!

My name is Rose, and Indianapolis born and raised. I get my love of Indycar from my dad who got it from his, and it’s basically what my entire life revolves around. I’m currently studying communications and public relations with the hope to work in Indycar, dream job is AM social media manager.

I’ve been an Indycar fan since 2018 when I went to the IndyGP for the first time, since then I’ve gone to every Indy race, Mid-Ohio, St. Louis, and this year I’m going to Milwaukee and Nashville. My favorite driver is Pato, but some other drivers I love are Conor Daly, Alex Rossi, James Hinchcliffe, Felix Rosenqvist, and David Malukas. (basically anyone who’s ever ran for arrow + conor)

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[cardierreh15]

Believer

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Warnings 18+: Slight Angst , Flirting , Mentions of Sex , Fluff 💕💗

Pairing: Clark Kent x Cardíerre James (black!plus size female)

Description: Clark decides to welcome Cardí back to the daily planet in a special way.

Side Note: This is a part one. I wrote way too much to keep anyone's attention I feel. Part two's link will be at the bottom.

Word Count: 5.7K

Song: Happy Feelings by Maze & Frankie Beverly

Chapter 3: Moment for life

‘Wait you’re seriously going to go back to work?! What about your hand girl?!’ Her mother asked in a worrisome tone.

‘What about it? It’s fine— Aah!’ She whimpered out as her mom snatched up her hand and pressed her thumb into the wound gently. Even with such a gentle brush over the damaged flesh, it still hurts like hell.

‘Hmph.’ Her mother scoffed with a smirk before letting go of her hand and turning back towards the stove.

‘That’s not funny, mom.’ Cardi mumbled holding her wrist in her free palm, ‘You know the antibiotics only work so fast. Besides, it’s a lot better than it was when I was in the hospital.’

Janice didn’t say anything else, she just stirred at the grits in the pot.

‘Mom, look I need this. Since the fire and the hospital and being stuck here, I have been miserable!’

‘Oh!? I’m making you miserable?!’ Her mother’s head popped up and she turned to fully face her daughter.

‘No. I never said that but you know my job— my career is everything to me. I have to get back out there… see what’s been going on— see what he’s been up to.’

‘Oh Jesus Christ, not him again!’ Janice laughed and threw her hand up and rolled her eyes. She walked over to the sink to gather some water in a cup.

‘What do you mean “not him again”?! He solidified my career! He saved my life!’

‘And had he been there much sooner, you wouldn’t have had to worry about missing work because you would’ve been going! But instead you ended up in the hospital, barely breathing and choking to death because you were doing his job! He risked your life!’

Cardierre rolled her eyes and burst out in hysterical laughter, ‘Wow! You are so cynical! Have you thought for a single second that I went into that building on my own?! I told you this a hundred times! I wasn’t looking for a savior mama. But he did and you should be grateful he did! What would Batman have done?!’

Janice raised a brow as she continued stirring, ‘Don’t bring that fool into this. He ain’t no saint either.’ She paused for a second, ‘Probably would’ve—broken your legs for attempting something so idiotic.’ She snickered.

Cardi’s head fell forward as she tried to hide that laugh but instead, it showed in her bouncing shoulders.

‘Yeah, that guy is a piece of work.’ She sighed out as she pushed her feathery hair out of her face. Cardi then took a step closer to her mother, placing her hand on her arm reassuringly, ‘Look mom. I know you worry for my health. But this is what I want! I’m ready.’

Janice sighed and looked up at her daughter for a long moment, ‘Well you’re grown hell! You can do what you want!’ She said as she brushed her daughter’s shoulders then her chest. ‘I just thought I was doing what was best for ya… that’s all.’ She said softly.

‘I understand but only I know what’s best for me, mama. I flew from the nest years ago, you gotta let me live my life.’

Janice sighed and nodded, ‘I know it. Just— be careful alright? And if you run across that fool in the red cape, tell him I owe him my foot in his ass.’

Cardierre giggled and nodded, ‘I’ll be sure to tell him, ma. I’ll see you and dad later.’ She said as she pressed a kiss against her cheek and scooped her purse up off of the kitchen counter.

***

Cardi had parked in front of the building, gathered her belongings and stepped out of her car. She stared up at the slowly rotating globe with a gentle smile curling on her lips. It felt like years but in reality, it had only been about a month and a half.

‘Ms. Lane!’

She snapped out of her gaze and looked over at the valet, ‘Terrance! Hi!’ She grinned as she shut her door and walked around her car to meet him.

‘Welcome back, Ms. Lane! I heard about the fire and I just want to say you are really brave. I personally wouldn't have done it.’ He chuckled as he placed his hand over his chest.

Cardierre chuckled and placed her keys in his palm as he reached out for them, ‘Well that’s why we’re two different people. Behave out here.’ She said as she walked past him and towards the double glass doors.

‘Yes ma’am!’ He called out.

***

No one expected her to be back so soon. So she found herself laughing at the stunned reactions of her coworkers and members from other departments down in the lobby.

She stood in the elevator, taking a deep breath. She was starting to feel so anxious about being back. Maybe she was afraid that no one missed her. Or she’d been replaced with someone who was more dependable. No, no— Perry wasn’t like that. If he was going to fire her, he would’ve told her already. She knew better than that.

When the elevator dinged and the large metal doors tore apart, Cardierre stepped out into the busy, bustling office. Her ears throbbed at the sound of phones ringing, papers printing, conversations amongst her peers and typing. She left it just like this.

‘H-hey! Look everybody! Cardierre’s back!’ Someone said aloud.

Everyone in the office space had snapped their heads towards the lady in baby blue. Mumbles and whispers filled the room, seconds before everyone stood to their feet and applauded her.

Cardi wasn’t big on attention. Oddly enough with her career choice, she tried to stray away from being the center of it. But now and then, it did feel nice to be recognized for her efforts.

She looked around the room, taking in all the familiar faces and took note of those who called to check up on her and sent her get well soon gifts.

She had given her peers a sweet grin before her wandering eyes landed on Clark who had just stood up and joined in on the celebration. He had this ecstatic grin spread across his lips.

She felt her heart squeeze in her chest, pleased to see his handsome face.

When the clapping had died down, she placed a hand on her chest, ‘Thank you… for the warm welcome back everyone. If only you all knew the things I’ve endured while being away. Recovering wasn’t the hardest part of it all… but my mother is back in town—‘ the room echoed with laughter.

Cardierre chuckled and pushed her hair behind her ear, ‘But on a more serious note, thank you guys so much for not burning this place down and making this my second home to come back to.’

‘Welcome Back Cardii!’ Steve called out before the office clapped once again.

A brighter smile curled on her lips before she looked over to see Clark adjusting his glasses, then running his fingers through his hair. Was he– was he grooming himself?

Clearing her throat, she walked over to her desk where Clark stood. He wore a dark plaid shirt that was tucked into his khaki slacks. The color really brought out the brightness in his ocean blue hues. His sleeves were rolled up his forearms and he donned a dark gray g-shock on his left wrist. What he wore was simple but he filled it out real nice.

‘Hey Cardi, Welcome back!’

‘Thank You, Clark. It feels good to be back.’ She smiled up at him, her big brown orbs studying his features. His skin! He probably had the most perfect skin she’d ever seen! Almost like glass, it was smooth all the way across. Practically like a porcelain doll but so lively. But aside from that, she’d noticed how familiar he was- but she couldn’t exactly pinpoint it.

‘Cardi? Cardi? Cardierre–’ he waved his hand in her face before she had finally blinked her way back to reality.

‘Oh-oh!’

‘Back to Earth now?’ he chuckled as he folded broad arms across his chest.

She chuckled, shaking her head before feeling her face and neck grow warm. She wasn’t exactly the type to be embarrassed about checking someone out but, this was her hot ass coworker. The one who she had caught staring at her a few times before her absence. ‘You good?’ he asked kindly.

‘Yeah, I’m cool. It’s just… I know this is super dumb and maybe it’s all the medication I was taking in the hospital but– Clark have we met before? Y’know like outside of work?’

Clark raised a brow as he cleared his throat, ‘Uh,’ Then he proceeded to rub the back of his neck, ‘What do you mean like–’

‘Like I mean have we interacted or worked together… I just get the feeling that I know you from somewhere or at least, seen you.’

Clark looked down at her as he dropped his hands and shoved them in his pockets.

It grew quiet between the both of them before– ‘Had that been the case Cardierre, you would’ve been hard to forget.’

A smirk curled on Cardi’s lightly glossed lips, ‘And what is that supposed to mean?’

‘It means how could someone possibly forget a smile like yours.’

She laughed and playfully slapped his arm. She allowed her hand to linger there for a moment too long. He was firm beneath his thick plaid long sleeve. She was almost tempted to ask him if he worked out but her attention was stricken by how Perry’s blinds were closed. ‘Where’s Perry?’ she asked, dropping her hand; placing her purse down on her desk.

‘Oh, He had to leave work a little early today. He thinks he got food poisoning.’ Clark gritted his teeth together as he inhaled deeply, then let out a deep breath.

‘Aw no,’ she said in a slight whine, ‘I was hoping to see him today.’ She pulled out her desk chair and sat down, noticing all the “Get Well Soon” trinkets and cards. ‘Aaw,’ she giggled softly and looked up at him for a second before carefully unpinning the card with the tacks.

Clark smiled down at her as he folded his arms over his chest, ‘Mine is on the top. You should look at that one first.’ He seemed a bit more confident than usual.

Cardi looked up at him with a smirk and raised a brow, ‘What are you up to mister?’ she giggled as she gently tugged the light pink ribbon that was wrapped around the card all cute and delicate like.

She then opened up the card and two rectangular cut cards fell in her lap. ‘What’s this?’ She gently placed the card on the desktop and picked up what had appeared to be tickets.

‘Those are tickets to the carnival. I thought it would be a nice welcome back gift… Since you like running into burning buildings – I figured you may enjoy something that would give you an adrenaline rush while being safer.’

Cardierre laughed and spun around in her seat to look up at him, ‘You got jokes huh?’

Clark chuckled and shrugged, ‘Just a few… so,’ he pressed his lips together, ‘What do ya say?’

Her head fell to the side as she crossed a leg over the other, lacing her fingers together and resting them on her knee.

‘You askin’ me on a date?’

Clark was taken back by the question, his whole entire face flushing bright pink at the question. ‘Uh–’

‘You are asking me on a date…’ she smiled up at him.

‘It would be whatever you want it to be… Or," he said, standing up straight. There he was again, scratching the back of his neck and then rubbing his chest in a nervous manner, ‘Maybe you can just take the tickets and go with another frie–’

‘Clark…’ she raised a brow, ‘I told Steve no, on many occasions and on many fun outings…’ she looked away at the word, trying to avoid the term for the moment since it wasn’t official. ‘What kind of person would I be if I told you yes and rejected him all those times?’

Clark glanced off to the side and swallowed his spit. She was right. What was he thinking? She was out of his league! Gorgeous, smart, funny, career driven… he wasn’t her type or –

Cardi laughed out, ‘Oh my gosh, if you could see how you look right now!’

Clark was thrown off by the remark, starting to feel a bit uncomfortable since he felt like she was teasing him.

‘I’m only kidding! Lighten up, man!’ She said as she tried to recover from her giggly state, ‘I would love to go on a carnival date with you.’ Her big humorous grin had softened and eventually faded into a subtle, approving smile. But she never took her eyes off of his face.

He then chuckled and placed his hand over his chest, ‘Well, that’s a relief!’ He said as he adjusted his glasses again, hiding his face. trying his damndest to hide that blush that just burned against his flesh.

She smirked as she spun back around to face her desk and the rest of the cards.

The pair sat in that space in a comfortable silence. Clark just watched her, analyzing. He thought it was cute how when she laughed, she did so with her soul. The sound was delightful to his ears. He’d make her laugh all day if it meant he got to hear it.

Her shoulders would bounce effortlessly, her eyes would shut and her head would fall back carelessly since she just didn’t know what to do with herself.

He liked when a woman could simply let go and be herself; carefree, spontaneous and adventurous.

Perhaps she’d fit perfectly in his complicated world after all.

‘So, you wanna go tonight or—‘

‘I’m down. I kinda—‘ she glanced to the side, ‘Need to get away from my parents for a few hours anyway.’ She sounded annoyed. And that was an understatement. It was nice having her parents around to help her since the fire but now she felt like they were overstaying their welcome. Her mother particularly.

‘Oh. Well at least it’s nice that your parents were around to help. How was your healing?’ He asked a bit concerned, noticing how she balled up her fist as tight as she possibly could.

She let out a whimper so soft, only she and he could hear it. It was itchy. Sore. And sometimes it burned when the wind blew the wrong way.

‘As helpful as they’ve been— they were pretty intolerable.’ She scoffed and shook her head. Then she looked at her balled up fist, ‘It hurts sometimes… too much pressure makes it feel like my skin is cracking but it’s better than what it was.’ She gave him a soft smile.

‘Oh,’ he hissed as she described her healing, ‘I’m sorry— I didn’t mean to pry.’

‘No, it’s fine… I mean— it’s best that the guy who’s taking me on a date tonight,’ she hinted, ‘Gets to know me and how I’m feeling anyway, right?’ She smirked.

An enlarged grin curled up on his handsome face, ‘Well if he’s smart enough he would.’ He chuckled, ‘What time should I come get you? Or… should we just meet there?’

‘I can pick you up.’ She said softly before reaching down beneath her desk and pressing the power button.

Clark was a little taken back by the request, ‘no, no— it’s fine! I’ll come get you.’ He chuckled.

She smiled softly, ‘you sure?’

‘Positive.’

‘OK, well— there’s somewhere I wanna go when we’re done. Is that cool?’ She asked softly with a smile.

‘We can go wherever you’d like.’ He said as he rested his body against the short cubicle wall.

***

‘Whose this boy you’re going out with Cardi?’ A deep voice boomed throughout the condo.

Cardi rolled her eyes as she blended her contour into her cheeks. ‘He’s no boy papa. He is a man,’ she tried to hide the smirk on her lips, ‘a rather, good looking man.’ She murmured.

‘Oh leave that girl alone! When was the last time she went out with a guy?’

Clarence walked into the bathroom, ‘What happened to that handsome fella?! What was his name?’ He pinched and smooth at his salt and peppered beard, looking up as if an answer was going to appear above his head, ‘oh,’ he snapped his fingers, ‘Lee! That’s his name! What happened to Lee!’

Cardierre scoffed and turned around to look at her father, ‘Oh you mean that douchebag that worked under Bruce?!’

‘He was well off!’ He argued back.

‘Pfffft!’ She rolled her eyes as her mother walked in the bathroom.

‘Lee was a selfish prick and I would never go out with him again.’

Janice pressed her lips together and looked over at her husband, ‘She has her mother’s values.’ She shrugged and leaned against the counter, ‘Anyway, who is this guy?’ She asked curiously.

Cardi sighed dreamily as she placed her sponge down on the counter, ‘His name is Clark. He’s so sweet, and funny, and tall, and handsome, and—‘

‘Ugh! OK OK, he’s the whole package.’ Her father interrupted.

She snapped her neck back at her father with this less than amused glare written on her face. Her pretty features, appearing more dramatic than before.

‘Clarence,’ her mother stood up straight and pushed him out of the bathroom, ‘Gone! Gone, GIT! Get out, you ain’t no damn help!’

‘What?! What did I do?!’ He exclaimed.

She slammed the door and locked it. Then she turned around to face her daughter, ‘Unlike your good for nothing papi—‘

Cardierre giggled as she shook her head.

‘I am very happy for you baby. Now, where’d y’all meet?’

‘Well,’ she sighed out, ‘We met a few months ago. He was at the Planet before I was transferred there apparently but he was away…’ she trailed off, ‘But I can’t help but feel like he and I met somewhere before.’ She raised a brow and turned back towards the mirror and applied some setting dust.

‘Hmmm… maybe a passerby? You know your mind is capable of remembering someone you’ve only glanced at.’

‘Yeah…I mean…’ she paused for a second and shrugged, ‘I don’t know. It’s just been 3 years since I’ve been with someone … romantically—‘ she gritted the next word, ‘sexually.’

‘Whoa, whoa— hey I don’t wanna hear about that missy. I’m still ya mama.’ Janice waved her hands in defense.

‘Sorry maaa.’ Cardi trailed off.

Then, the doorbell sounded throughout the condo. ‘He’s here! Oh my god! He’s here! I’m not even done! I’m not even dressed!’ She began to panic! Her heart rammed hard in her rib cage, she began to hyperventilate.

‘Cardi! Cardierre, look!’ Janice grabbed her daughter by her arms, ‘You’re gonna be fine. If he’s anything like you say— he will wait for you.’

Cardi’s full lips trembled, ‘For real? You mean that for real ma?!’

‘Of course sweetie. Lemme go get the door!’

‘OK…’ she said.

***

Clark pressed the blue ring light on the door and stood up straight. He ran his fingers through his hair, pushing the soft feathers out of his face. He then dust off his free hand and held a dozen long stem roses in the other. ‘Alright, Clark. Be cool. It’s cool.’ He cleared his throat before he focused his hearing when he heard footsteps on the other side of the door. That wasn’t Cardierre. Then he remembered…

He gasped.

‘CLAARK!’

Her parents.

Her mother exclaimed and quickly wrapped him up in a hug quicker than he could have imagined. ‘Ooh! Uh—‘ he stood there with his arms open wide, glancing down at the much smaller woman. ‘You must be—‘

‘Janice,’ she pulled away and clasped her hands together happily, ‘Cardierre’s mom! Here are those for her?’

‘Uh huh.’

‘Lemme take those! Wow these are beautiful, Clark. Come on! Come in!’ She grabbed his hand and tugged him inside.

Clark swallowed his spit before scoffing nervously and adjusted his leather coat.

‘Make yourself at home honey!’ She waved her hand about as she searched in the kitchen for a tall vase.

‘Yeah… thank you.’ He then noticed the other heartbeat in the room. It caused him to turn his head to the right. A man, who appeared to be her father, sat in the recliner, rocking back and forward slowly as he smoked on a perfectly polished wooden pipe.

‘Hi sir!’ Clark said as he lifted his hand in a respectful manner.

Clarence just kept rocking with his thick glasses sitting at the tip of his nose. He gave him a gentle jerk of the head as he watched Clark sit down on the sofa across from him.

The space grew eerily quiet. Clark could hear everything at this point. The resting heart rates of the elders in the apartment space, the cars riding on the asphalt several floors down from where they were. But then he heard whispering. Her whispering… he felt at ease for a moment.

It’s alright. It’s only a date. You haven’t been with a man in a few years but you haven’t lost your flare. Maybe if it goes well enough tonight you’ll probably give him some ass… no. No, he’ll probably think you’re a certified slut. Lord, I just hope everything goes smooth tonight… Heaven knows I just want that man to wrap those arms that he so desperately hides from everyone, around me… am I asking for too much?

‘So where y’all headed tonight?’ A deep voice filled the silent void.

The gentle smile Clark had written on his lips had faltered only a bit to focus on her father, ‘Uh, we’re— I'm taking her to the festival. I figured she deserved to have a bit of fun…’ and to get away from you wackos too.

‘Hmph.’

‘Awww,’ her mother cooed as she walked into the living room with a glass of water, ‘How romantic! That was me and Clarence’s first date! He was terrified of roller coasters,’ she giggled aloud as she placed the glass on a coaster in front of him. ‘Poor thing. Do you like that kind of stuff?’

Did he? The man flew around for fun. It was almost second nature to be up in the air. ‘Umm… if you’re asking if I’m afraid of heights, no ma’am I’m not.’ He reached over and wrapped his hand around the glass of water to take a sip.

‘Alright, enough of this small talk shit— are you gonna marry my daughter?!’ Clarence exclaimed, sitting at the edge of his seat.

Clark choked on his water at the sudden outburst.

‘CLARENCE!’

‘It’s a serious question, Janice hush! I’m trying to have a serious conversation with my future son in law— now,’ he turned his attention back to Clark, ‘You gone break my daughter’s heart?’

Clark had just finished recovering from damn near choking to death when he glared at her father, ‘I—I guess! If she wants to marry me, I mean—‘

‘Good answer boy. Good answer.’ Clarence sat back as he took a long drag of his pipe.

Clark then looked at her mother with confusion written in his crystal blue hues.

‘Clark! Are you there?’ Cardi called out from down the hall.

Thank God.

‘Yeah! I’m here!’ He stood up from his spot as he held his glass of water in his hand.

‘OK! I’m coming now!’

Clark took a long, final sip before placing the glass back down on the coaster.

Finally, she emerged from the long hallway. And he was completely mesmerized by her. She wore a gray body con dress that was scrunched up from her thighs to her hips; with two elastic strings tied at her silky smooth thighs. She filled out that dress so nicely; taking up all the room it had to offer.

She donned a silver anklet with a dangling letter “C” on it. And she wore shiny black Tory Burch sandals that brought out the brightness of her White toenail polish. Infatuation wasn’t even the word he’d use for how he felt about her at this moment. Fondness? Adoration.

‘Wow… Cardierre you look—‘ he let out a shudder of a sigh. He never really got to see her outside of lady suits, long skirts and slacks. But he could tell she was much more comfortable in casual clothing than business professional. Which made her all the more gorgeous. ‘Stunning.’

Cardi grinned, her head falling to the side as she clutched her purse strap in her healthy palm, ‘Thanks. Are you ready?’

‘As ready as I’ll ever be.’ He smiled softly.

‘Alright! Well you two have fun now.’ Janice said as she walked over to grab her daughter and practically pushed them towards the front door.

‘Have my daughter home by 9!’ Her father called out.

Clark looked down at his watch and raised a brow, ‘But it’s 9:01?’ It was more of a question than it was a statement.

‘Well have her home by 10!’ Clarence shouted.

Cardierre rolled her eyes as the pair walked out of the door.

‘Oh please. Don’t pay that man any mind, Clark. Y’all come back when ya done. Have a good time babies.’ Her mother said softly, waving her hand happily before she shut the door.

Cardierre let out an embarrassed chuckle before looking up at Clark, ‘Shit. I apologize for my parents. They are…’ she sighed, shaking her head, ‘Overbearing. I hope I didn’t leave you stranded out there like that.’

Clark chuckled and shook his head, ‘It’s alright. I’m not expecting everyone to like me.’ He shrugged, ‘Besides, your father is kind of funny.’ He added as he pushed his thick locs out of his face.

She let out an embarrassed scoff, ‘You think he’s funny now. Give him a while… he’ll annoy you eventually.’ She rolled her eyes.

***

The drive on the way to the carnival was entertaining. It did start out a little awkward since they couldn’t find anything to talk about. So Clark turned on the radio. They sang everything they possibly could under the moon the station could’ve possibly offered.

When they made it to the carnival, Cardi sat in the car until he got out and came to get her door. She thanked him as she placed her hand in his and stepped out of the truck.

Once they made it inside of the carnival, Clark looked down at Cardi who had this look of endearment on her face. She was taking in all of the lights and rides and the games. He was glad he’d chosen to bring her here tonight. ‘So, what do you wanna do first? Wanna catch some rides?’

‘Rides? I never took you to be a roller coaster kind of guy Clark!’ She grinned as they walked side by side.

Clark smirked, ‘Everyone says that. Listen, I may be a nerd but— I know how to have fun too. Come on. Let’s go on that big one over there.’ He grabbed her hand and they walked over to the line hand in hand.

Luckily, the line was short and they were able to get on and experience the tallest rollercoaster at the carnival. With all the loops and sharp turns, Cardi felt like she was going to fall out of that old thing. But the grip that Clark had on her, she just had the blissful feeling of being safe. So when the ride did its second rotation, she was a bit more comfortable now and even found herself screaming and throwing her hands up with her partner.

When they got off that ride, she did her best to stand up straight but her legs grew wobbly. She eventually lost the little balance she had and landed in his arms.

‘Whup!—‘ Clark exclaimed in a bit of a laughing fit as he caught her just in time so she wouldn’t eat the dirt they stood on, ‘You alright?!’

Cardi laughed and stood up straight, ‘I’m good! I just haven’t been on a rollercoaster in ages!’ She cleared her throat and smoothed out her dress. ‘That was so fun.’ She giggled a bit as she looked up at Clark.

Clark looked down at her, his oceanic blue eyes gazing into her pools of honey. He just couldn’t help when he was around her. She was just so pretty. Then he cleared his throat, looking away for a second before he caught a glimpse of a little girl walking past with this big cone of cotton candy.

‘Hey! You down for some cotton candy? I haven’t had any since I was a kid!’

She gazed into his eyes, pressing her full glossy lips together. ‘I’d follow you anywhere… just take the lead.’ Once Cardi realized what she had said, she placed her hand on her chest. That was awfully bold of her.

He then smirked and held his left hand out towards her. Waiting for her to place her hand in his.

She then looked down at his palm; kind of skeptical about this. What if she was just damaged goods? Cardierre wasn’t perfect and had a lot of baggage that hadn't been exactly resolved yet. She was just afraid to scare him away and ruin her chance at a happy life. She knew that Clark was a good man. There was no denying that.

But the other half of her wanted to jump into the deep end! Let go and be completely free with him. He may help heal her in all the right places. But she wouldn’t know, if she didn’t try.

So she smiled up at him and placed her small right hand in his much larger one. And with that, Clark immediately wrapped her hand up in a warm embrace. She braced herself from the searing pain in her palm, but his touch was so gentle— it was almost as if there was no burn there in the first place.

‘Just let me know if it hurts too bad.’ He said softly as they both turned to walk towards the food truck.

‘I will.’

***

The night consisted of them eating a ton of crap that would clog up their arteries. Foot long corn dogs, cotton candy, caramel popcorn, and Fried Oreos. It was a miracle they weren’t hugging the toilets! Between their snack times, they had been on 3 more roller coasters and wreaked havoc with the bumper cars.

‘It’s too bad the Ferris wheel is down! It’s such a gorgeous night!’ Clark said as he wrapped his heavy arm around her shoulders.

‘That’s cool! I have another place in mind though.’ She smiled up at him before looking ahead at the guy trying to lure people in for a game of “Hit The Bell!” He had enormous bears, unicorns, and bananas. Her eyes twinkled at the sight. She wanted one! But before she could say something he spoke up.

‘Hey! Check this out!’ He let go of her hand and walked towards the guy, asking him how much for a game.

‘It’ll be $10 for 3 swings! $18 for 6!’

Little did he know, it would only take one swing.

‘Cool! Let’s do the 3!’ He paid the guy in cash and then took off his leather coat and handed it off to Cardi.

Her eyes slightly grew at the sight before her. Beneath that thick leather coat, he donned a dark blue long sleeved thermal that just hugged his body.

It hugged and outlined his chiseled muscles; defining those curves and cuts. Cardi was flabbergasted!

‘Thank you sir.’ Clark said as the man handed him off the large hammer. Typically, these were heavy, which made the swings a bit tougher. But he lifted it like it was light work.

Cardi held their coats close to her chest, squeezing them as her eyes glassed over with amazement. She was heavily invested.

Clark held the hammer in his fists for a moment before bringing it up and down against the black stump. The black knob quickly flew up and Cardi’s eyes followed it all the way up. When the knob touched the bell, Clark grinned in such a knowing way. Of course he’d win.

‘Alright! Can you do that two more times? Win that pretty lady over there one of these big ole’ teddies!’ The older male said.

‘Too easy.’ Clark shrugged before swinging it once more and again after that.

To say that Cardierre was impressed was an understatement! She was ecstatic! She found herself just smiling out of control.

‘Which one do you want, Cardi?!’ He called out to her.

‘The Unicorn! I want the Unicorn!’ She squealed out happily.

Clark chuckled and gave the gentleman a nod before he watched him grab the metal stick and bring it down from the rack. When the man placed the prize in Clark’s arms, he thanked him and walked over to his date who was dancing happily.

Her tap dancing had stopped and clapped joyfully.

‘Oh it’s so cute! I love it!’

He chuckled before swapping their coats out with the plush pink gift. ‘Yeah. Now, you gotta promise to keep it safe for me.’ He said softly.

She hugged its neck, snuggling the toy with the brightest grin on her lips, ‘I’ll protect it with my life!’ She giggled before they walked off, hand in hand again.

It was now 11:45 pm and they were finally walking out to Clark’s truck. Cardi released her hand from Clark’s and walked to the driver's side. Clark stopped in his tracks, ‘What are you doing missy? I’m supposed to be driving— I’m the gentleman!’

Cardi opened up the back door, throwing the pink unicorn there.

‘Truuue but— I don’t wanna ruin the surprise by giving you the directions,’ she shut the door and stepped to the driver’s door, ‘Just give me the keys and enjoy the ride pretty boy.’ She said as she shot him a wink, stepped on the step and hopped inside of the vehicle.

He chuckled before shaking his head and walking to the other side of the vehicle.

Part II 👇🏾👇🏾👇🏾

[kadytimberfox]

Kady's Expanse (Re)Watch Blog

Episode 1.01 - "Dulcinea" (Pilot)

And here we go for my...fourth time I've watched this episode I think? It's a really wonderful pilot that does so much work with introducing you to the world, our cast of characters, and setting up the threads of the main plot and does it all perfectly in a very tight 45 minutes. It reminds me a lot of Deep Space Nine's pilot "The Emissary" which is similarly a masterclass in tight storytelling and how to properly kick off a new series.

And speaking of kicking off a new series, hey! I'm watching this show that I absolutely adore again and I'm going to take the time to spout my thoughts about it on the internet because that seems like a fun idea! I really enjoy thinking about media critically but I've never taken the time to write down my thoughts before. It's a style of writing I've always wanted to try so where better to do that than a Tumblr blog? I'll try to keep these Brief and Not Boring but no guarantees on either. Especially on this one. It's the pilot, after all.

I also want to keep this as light on spoilers as possible; again though, no guarantees. Also if you haven't seen this show yet just go fucking watch it it's so good.

Later in this post is a description of torture that happens in the episode. I marked it with a TW and formatted the text to make it distinct from the rest of the post.

With that out of the way, there's nothing left to do except pick apart this pilot!

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Summary

We kick off with a bang (and then some more banging) as we see a young woman named "Julie" fight her way out of a locked compartment, explore the darkened hallways of her Completely Fucked Spaceship, and watch her friends get eaten alive by some evil blue space goop. Surely none of that will be important later.

Cut to the adventures of hard-boiled Belter detective Joe Miller and his new Earthling partner Dimitri Havelock. They're private cops for an Earth corporation who theoretically maintain order on Ceres Station in the Asteroid Belt, the biggest shithole this side of pretty much anywhere. They go to a murder scene and do basically nothing, antagonize and then arrest people minding their own business at a bar, and take a bribe to half-ass a health inspection. Y'know, classic cop stuff.

Back at the precinct, Miller gets an off-the-books job from his boss to find one Juliette Andromeda Mao, daughter of megacorp magnate Jules-Pierre Mao and coincidentally the spitting image of "Julie" from our opening scene. Apparently, her pro-Belter activism is starting to piss off dear old dad and they want her to come home before she embarrasses the family any further.

In the middle of his investigation, he finds out that those air filters he "inspected" earlier crapped out and poisoned some children. Instead of taking accountability for not doing his job, he decides to throw the sleazy air filter guy into an airlock and only lets him out after he promises not to fuck it up next time. And also to pay Miller double. I'll let it slide though because Sleazy Air Filter Guy is an asshole.

Back on Earth, United Nations Undersecretary Chrisjen Avasarala shows up for about five minutes in this episode. The only thing she does is torture a guy. End scene.

Meanwhile, the good ship Canterbury is on its way to Ceres with a big haul of space ice that the station needs to turn into water. Second Officer James Holden gets immediately promoted, much to his dismay, because his previous boss Mike Ehrmantraut went insane from being out in space too long.

Mystery strikes when the gang gets a weird distress signal from a ship called the Scopuli. Captain McDowell, probably having watched enough Star Trek episodes to know that this can't be anything good, decides to ignore it. Holden just can't stop himself from doing a good thing, though, and secretly reports the signal, officially making the Canterbury Legally Obligated™ to investigate.

He picks his away team (unknowingly also picking the people he's going to spend the rest of this show with) and takes a shuttle to investigate the drifting Scopuli, where they find everything shut down except for the beacon that brought them here. "Pirate bait", or so it seems.

Suddenly, McDowell advises the away team that a very scary ship has appeared out of nowhere and that they need to get the hell out of there. The gang gets back on the shuttle just in time for the mystery ship to fire not just regular torpedoes, but nuclear torpedoes at them. The torpedoes close to zero...and then continue streaking towards the Canterbury.

Holden tells McDowell to eject the space ice to form a protective barrier, but he refuses, apparently willing to die rather than lose his payday. The payday (and everything else aboard) is lost anyway, however, as the Canterbury erupts into the most beautiful supernova I've ever seen.

"She's gone. They nuked her. She's gone."

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My thoughts

So this is where I actually have to do the analysis thing. Since the beginning of this show is split into three primary subplots that all deal with a different piece of the Julie puzzle (a narrative device that I fucking love, by the way), I'll divide things up by talking about each one individually because that just makes sense.

Before I do that though, I just want to briefly say that that opening scene with Julie on the Scopuli is just the perfect opening to this show. It immediately gives us a very brief glimpse inside the puzzle box that our main cast is going to spend all of this season (and most of this show) trying to open. It's quick, it's tense, it's completely terrifying, and it's unforgettable if you've seen it.

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Miller on Ceres:

And we follow up that perfect opening scene with a perfect choice for which of these three main threads to start with. The thing that's great about dividing up the characters like this is that each of them only has a piece of what's going on with Julie and the Scopuli, but no one has the full picture. Miller, though, gets the most information off the bat and is the only person in the main cast who's looking for Julie specifically, so it's only natural that we should start with him.

His story is also the inspiration for the title of this episode, "Dulcinea". For those of you who aren't big Don Quixote fans, it's a reference to Quixote's fantasy lover that he invents because he styles himself as a knight and, of course, every knight needs his damsel. He describes her in excruciating detail; she's royalty in a far-off land who is the epitome of feminine beauty, the ideal of Womanhood Incarnate--or his vision of it at least.

And the deeper Miller goes in his investigation, the more quixotic he gets with his idea of who Julie is. He's never met or spoken to Julie, but as he unravels her activities prior to departing on the Scopuli, he becomes increasingly obsessed with her, imagining what kind of a person she must be, picking apart every little detail and transposing it onto his vision of what her life must be like. I'm sure he would call it "being a good detective", but it's much more than that to him.

Throughout Miller's jaunt around town with Havelock, they banter back and forth, and through their conversations, we get a great sense of their personalities. Whereas Miller is the grizzled veteran who's had his morality thoroughly beaten out of him, Havelock is a by-the-book rookie cop who seems genuinely interested in learning about Belters, if only so that he can police them more effectively.

It's a very tried-and-true buddy cop pairing, but it works really well here. Havelock gets to be our audience surrogate for this story as we learn more about how Ceres and Belters operate.

This thread has the biggest worldbuilding burden out of the three and it pulls it off so well. We get so much about life in the Belt, the politics of the Solar System, the Outer Planets Alliance, or OPA (who will definitely be showing up later), and the logistics of maintaining a huge population of humans on a space station. And none of it feels clunky or awkward in the slightest. It's exactly the style of worldbuilding I loved in "The Emissary" from Deep Space Nine.

Ceres itself also has huge DS9 vibes, and not in a good way. The set design team did such a good job making this place look old, weathered, and completely falling apart. Except, of course, for the nice apartment buildings where the cops, off-worlders, and everyone else rich enough to ignore the seedy underbelly get to live.

There are a ton of fantastic, evocative lines in this arc, but I think my favorite is Miller's deadpan proclamation that "There are no laws on Ceres, just cops." A perfect summary of everything we see on screen about how power is wielded in this place.

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Chrisjen on Earth:

This is the shortest thread where the least happens, but it will grow into one of my favorites. We don't get too much additional insight into what's going on, but we do get two important things: 1) Chrisjen Avasarala is a stone-cold bitch who thinks the OPA are terrorists, and 2) the OPA are apparently trying to get their hands on illegal stealth technology, which doesn't help with the whole "terrorism" thing.

This links up to both Miller's and Holden's subplots: we know about the OPA from Miller, and the ship that eventually blows up the Cant was using Martian stealth tech. Of course, since Holden and crew have no idea about the OPA, they immediately start thinking that Mars is out to get them, which will continue to play into the story going forward.

!-- TW: DESCRIPTION OF TORTURE --!

Also important to note is that Chrisjen is getting this information through the most brutal torture I've seen on TV in a long time: forcing a Belter whose body can't handle Earth's gravity to stand for hours on end by holding him up with hooks under his arms. After Chrisjen goes on and on about his "weak Belter lungs and brittle Belter bones", she coldly turns around and tells them to hold him up for another 10 hours. "If he survives, call me."

!-- TW ENDS --!

Fucking ghoulish, and definitely not a good look for Madam Undersecretary's first appearance. You're gonna have to trust me now when I say that she becomes one of my favorite characters in the main cast. This is about as bad as she gets, but she continues being manipulative and cold-blooded for most of this show. That's just who she is. To me, it's part of what makes this subplot of scheming at the UN so engaging.

We'll be seeing a lot more of Chrisjen going forward, and she'll get much better. At the very least, she will stop torturing this guy. But only because someone will tell her not to.

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Holden on the Canterbury:

If Miller's story shows us life in the Belt and Chrisjen's shows us the politics of the Solar System, Holden's thread is all about life onboard a spaceship, which is important because we're going to be spending a lot of time on spaceships. This is also the part of the episode that has the most CG and honestly it holds up really really well. I know it's less than a decade old and they probably got a lot of money for the pilot but still! It looks great!

I'll drop a brief shoutout here as well for the ship designs in this show. They knocked it out of the goddamn park with the Cant's design: it's a big, boxy, dull gray, ugly thing that looks designed to haul ice and do literally nothing else. Everything is so practical and, above all else, plausible. They look like humans from the near future built them and that's the highest compliment I can give them.

There are shades of the first act of "Alien" here as we are essentially dropped into the Cant in the middle of its mission and get to see the camaraderie and hierarchy between all the members of the crew. We also get to know more about Holden, and immediately he begins showing us his defining character trait: he wields a lot of authority and respect, but he hates being in charge.

We see this in the very first scene onboard the Cant when one of the ice haulers, Paj, gets his arm severed while working outside the ship. He seems completely unfazed by this, though, since the company will send him a prosthetic and he's been working for them long enough to get a really good one.

Not only does this happen often enough that the company just buys prosthetics as a cost of doing business, there are literally tiers of coverage depending on years of service. What an optimistic future this is turning out to be.

Paj pleads with Holden to make sure the company doesn't send him a "used" arm (a frightening thought), to which Holden replies with something that he will continue to say, in so many words, over and over: "I'm just another clock-puncher like you." Holden knows he has authority on the Cant, but all he wants to be is a clock-puncher, which he makes very clear to pretty much everyone he talks to, including Captain McDowell when he essentially forces the XO job onto him.

Later on, we get our first glimpse at Holden's other primary personality trait, that being that he is The Main Character and therefore the most kind-hearted soul that can exist in this cold, selfish world. He logs the distress signal they received from the Scopuli, thereby ensuring that they'll have to divert from Ceres (and lose their on-time bonus) in order to investigate.

He shares this privately with Chief Engineer Naomi Nagata before the shuttle mission, to which her only reply is to tell him to keep that to himself. Fair play, considering she was just talking about how she wanted to strangle the little fucking do-gooder before she realized it was her new XO. Excuse me, Acting XO.

Before the shuttle launch, we're briefly introduced to the rest of the away team: the aforementioned Naomi; her mechanic Amos Burton, whose defining character trait is doing whatever Naomi tells him to do; ship's pilot Alex Kamal, who we previously saw being an annoying blabbermouth on the Cant; and Med-Tech Shed Garvey, who sewed up Paj's arm and wants everyone to know that he does not want to be here. Yes, his first name really is Shed.

Most of this part of the episode is setting up what'll happen next so we don't get a lot of time with any of these guys, but we'll have time for some great character work in the coming episodes.

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And that said, what a great setup for what comes next! Nearly all of the people we just got to know on the Cant are vaporized by a mysterious ship, there's a cloud of space debris hurtling toward Holden's little shuttle, and we have a hell of a puzzle box to dig into. Did Mars blow up the Cant? Did the OPA? Why would either of them want to? What does it all have to do with Julie and the Scopuli? And what the hell was that fucking space goo??

Despite covering so much ground in this pilot, The Expanse makes it very clear that we've barely scratched the surface. And even though I've already seen this whole show and know where it's going, it took everything I had to not hit the "next episode" button.

I will be doing that very soon though because I had a blast writing this up and I definitely want to keep doing it! Apologies that this one ran so long -- I assumed I was going to write a lot with this being the first episode and everything but I had so many thoughts that didn't make it into this post. I'm sure I'll be refining the format as we go along as well.

If you read all the way to here, I'm genuinely flattered and I hope you have a wonderful day.

~ Kady <3

[dr-malice]

UGH. Here is my lovely superjail oc and his lovely cat thing, whom I love.

And here is some lore😨

> Steven Katz

>

> He is 53; his birthdate is 09/02/70

>

> Posture- straight posture with a small limp at times

>

> Something always carried/Weapon/Tools

> Wallet | snacks for stimpy | brass knuckles and or pepper spray

>

> Skills

> Sniper/was (now prefers not to) | Therapist | Good at reading a room | Later in life human anatomy (future version)

>

> Struggles

> Alcohol addiction, weed addiction several other addictions

> bipolar: Autistic

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> Strength/Talent

> helping others; can calm others down, has a calming demeanor

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> Hobbies

> history, guns, theories, learning about marine life, being with the doctor

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> Habits

> will fiddle with objects, often is blunt, has a strict schedule, has meltdowns

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> Pets

> Stimpy (skin cat with a human eye, human hands, and feet) is given to him by the doctor; Stimpy is the main thing that brings Steven and the doctor together. As when Steven had gone around to meet the other staff members at Superjail, the doctor had made a mutant cat. Steven is highly fond of cats. So since then, Stimpy has followed both men around.

>

> Area of Residence/Environment

> superjail: his office: his room connected to said office: the doctor's area

> Home Description

> currently: queen size bed, red accents, green floor, and wall, faded, lava lamps (made by the doctor) , bong, metal slab, skulls, a singular sniper (A mix of the doctor's stuff and Stevens's stuff)

>

> Job Satisfaction

> he is okay with it though Is often drained, hard for him to cope

>

> Personality

>

> a very timid man, although does have a few spouts of WOOSH (opposite of timid) ((as he is bipolar and now unmedicated))

>

> Childhood Life

> He had a tough childhood, being born and raised in a farm household in Texas.

> • yeehaw but bullied for being gay at school, and once it reached home he was pretty much abandoned. As his parents were severely homophobic and honestly, just not good people all in all.

> -alcoholic mom and dad

> - James was his partner for many years till James's death. James was the only sense of security and safety Steven had known, hence his severe attachment.

> James and Steven both raised money to move elsewhere.

>

> ~ by age 16 he moved to Vermont from Texas with money he had gotten from sales since he was 14 plus with the help of James

> (raised animals and other side jobs)

>

> Important Past Event

> • Stevens's ex, James, was not a good person to Steven, overly controlling and bitter towards his work since he was in the military, served for 12 years before losing an arm discharge, and found out his husband cheated. He was upset yet couldn't leave. years later jailbot took care of him by "accident"

> The accident is when Jailbot bursts into Stevens's house to take them to be Superjail's therapist. Primarily for Jared. In the process of Jailbot coming in he had accidently killed James. Much to Stevens's dismay.

>

> Best Accomplishment

> Finding stimpy and talking to the doctor

> His therapy degree

>

> Worst Moment

> either the incident with his parents or James, maybe even when everything was taken away from him (first three weeks)

>

> Failure in life

> getting no arm, not leaving James before said incident.

> Timeline :

> 1970 : He was birthed

>

> 1983 Steven had realized he was gay and had gotten with James, who had kept their relationship a strict secret, would even be seen flirting w girls, but never stuck up for Steven (james was a year and a half older than he)

>

> 1986-87 ; Officially disowned, left to Vermont with James (James had family there) to peruse more career options (age : 16)

>

> 1988-89 : Steven had left to go to the millitary and had servered for quite some time as a marine. He was a sniper. James heavily disapproved of his job, But Steven thought it was the only option

>

> 1990-2002 : Steven had been overseas most of this time with a few breaks inbetween

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> 2002 : Steven was discharged from the millitary due to loosing a limb (his left arm)

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> 2004 : Steven had finally gone to college to be a therapist

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> 2008 : He had finished college and became a therapist, which he was quite content with, aswell as he had finally gotten a prosthetic arm.

>

> 2009-2013 : his career had blossumed, he had been a very well known therapist within the state of Vermont.

>

> In 2014 : (when SJ was cannceled so the time line sorta lines up) This is when Steven had gotten snatched by Jailbot upon request of them needing a therapist/hr, James was killed on accident, woopsie

Steven Katz superjail

Steven Katz Superjail Oc

[jamesunderwater]

Heyheyhey how you doing?

I was wondering.. What Do you think would James' best classes and later his profession be?

heyyy anon! thanks for giving me a fun question to ponder! ✨I was actually thinking about this for a fic I was playing around with last week.

I get a lot of my opinions on this from the couple of things we know from canon: 1. James is exceptional at Transfiguration, 2. James and Sirius are both brilliant students all-around, 3. James's dad was a professional potioneer.

First and foremost, I headcanon him as being passionate about Transfiguration. I think he has an affinity for it, and then between that and their love for quidditch, he and McGonagall form a bit of a bond. So then this bond further feeds his love for the subject, but more than that even, I think Transfiguration is hard, and James loves that it can still challenge him even if he's naturally good at it. He loves something that makes him actually work for it (*ahem* lily evans *ahem*)

As for other subjects -- I love that Slughorn was a huge fan of Lily and Snape, which means that James wasn't the best student at Potions, despite that being his dad's career. However, I do think he'd be good at Herbology, because that's also a big component of Potions, and for some reason I just imagine his parents having a lot of plants / a greenhouse in their house. So having grown up with it, he goes into Hogwarts familiar and confident with the subject, even if it isn't his favorite.

Ugh, and then the other subjects... I just think he's so damn good at most things, it's hard to say what his best subject is beyond Transfiguration. Oh! But, and I do feel strongly on this one, I think that he and Sirius were one of those extra special students that made Dumbledore teach Alchemy. It's an elective that is only offered when there's enough "interest in it," but I think McGonagall would have seen the talent in both James and Sirius and convinced Dumbledore to teach it to them in 6th/7th year. And I think James would absolutely excel at it. I mean, this is the description: "a branch of magic and an ancient science concerned with the study of the composition, structure and magical properties of the four basic elements, as well as the transmutation of substances; it was thus intimately connected with Potion-making, chemistry, and transformation magic."

Like that shit was made for James Potter's brain. Plus, it works with the whole... Peverell-family-line-connection-with-death/immortality-whatever-whatever thing.

As for his job... I'll be honest, I'm really terrible at knowing the ins and outs of the Wizarding job options, but I can definitely see him doing something in line with what his dad did / kind of a Nicholas Flamel thing. Like if he could, I think James would just fuck around with experimental magic/alchemy until he discovered and/or invented some new impressive thing. Then he'd get even more rich (or popular, powerful, etc. depending on the thing he did), not give much of a shit, and go back to doing the interesting experiments again. All with Sirius as his partner, of course.

...goodness I do have a lot of thoughts about that mr. potter. thanks for asking! <3

[winreyplace]

Intro: James "Howlett" Howlett

My Name: James Howlett, go by Howlett since coming to Winrey Place My Personality: I’m down-to-earth, laid-back, and always open to yakking. Deep within me lies a primal nature that gives me a wild streak, but it’s always tempered with gentleness. With age comes wisdom, and being older than dirt means I am the perfect person to turn to for practical advice. There is no story too scandalous or shocking for my seasoned ears; I’ve seen and heard it all. My Birthday: I’ve been around since 1832 born on 4/20; blaze it! Species/Cultural Identity: I’m a mutant My Gender Orientation: Cis man, but with a little sprinkle sprinkle if you get my meaning; he/him My Sexuality: I like guys, gals, and other pals: I’m Bisexual, though after this many years alive I’ve landed on the asexual spectrum too My Disabilities/Conditions: Well, I’ve got superhuman healing, senses, and strength as well as an adamantium skeleton and retractable claws; sometimes they’re cool, other times not so much. I’m also autistic, have PTSDxinfinity, and a brain made of Swiss cheese. Physical Description: I'm a bit of a short stack at 5'3", and I got these warm blue peepers that'll make ya feel right at home. My hair's dark brown and thick as a bear's coat, cut short cuz who's got time for styling, am I right? My skin's a nice, natural tone, like I've been out and about but not baking in the sun or anything. For my build, picture a barrel with arms and legs and you're on the right track. Let's just say I'm not worried about staying warm in the winter, cuz I've got more hair than your average throw rug. My sideburns aren't just facial hair—they're a statement. So yeah, that's me in a nutshell: compact, cuddly, rugged as the mountains and twice as handsome. My Relationships: My life partner is Logan, but I also consider Tasha, Meyleth, Butler, and Sean my QPPs. I get passionate with Diana and Pope and am down to be a BDSM play partner/mentor for anyone in the family. Lav and Mel are my daughters and I love ‘em both. My Hobbies/Interests: History, reading a lot, wrestling, kink (particularly masochism), games of skill and strategy, forest animals, and a good beer. My Canon Backstory:

Eh, a little bit of the Hugh Jackman Wolverine movies, a little bit of the Marvel comics, a little bit of the shows, and a little bit out of my own Swiss cheese munbond brain. Honestly all the key highlights are; I was born Canadian and a bastard (both senses of the word); I fought in wars; I did work as an X-men and in the academy plus a few other groups; I had many lovers of all genders; I lived ferally a few times in the woods; I traveled all over the world; all that is until Mel stumbled into the academy and offered me something new.

My Bond Backstory: Not too much to tell; she randomly showed up in the academy one day as an empath kid, probably in one of her immersive daydream paracosms, and we made some kinda connection. I think for her it was around March 2017, right after she was enjoying some of Jackman’s movies? We had some bumps at the start of our soulbond because I was a grumpy grump, a loner, and chronically underfed, but after getting a good few talkings to by the Prof and Logan, Mel’s dad, I got the idea that if I passed on this opportunity, I’d be the biggest dumbass in the universe. So I quit my job at the academy and moved into the Larramore universe at Winrey Place to make it easier to be there for the girls [both Mel and Lav]. For a while, I worked as a co-worker to Logan, which turned into a friendship, then brother-at-arms, and the final evolution is the loving partnership we have to do this day. Coming here was the best decision I ever made.

[bitter-sweet-coffee]

Could you make a brief description of your main/favourite OCs or other important things, I have a bad memory and am confused 👉🏻👈🏻

HELLO! hi hi hi uh. hellow sienna :3 yes of course. i will choose a VERY MINIMAL AMOUNT OF OCS just the ones i’m always ranting about. ALSO I KNOW YOU SAID BRIEF BUT. I AM VERY BAD AT THAT SO HERE’S WHATEVER THIS IS:

1. GEMMA. (Gemma the ??? technically)

Gemma is a green… bird. We do not know what kind of bird she is. She’s Bean’s mom and she runs the criminal underworld of hybrid mobians, trafficking, and mobian puppy mills. She’s not particularly mean or violent though, the joke being that she’s also omnipotent and can break the fourth wall, just with the dark twist that she’s always known everything ever and knows she’s an OC and that I’m even talking about her right now, hence why doing the immoral shit that she does is not ultimately a bad thing since no one she hurts is real. ALSO, she’s based off of Gemma Teller-Morrow from Sons of Anarchy so if you ever draw her, try to make her look like a bird version or Katey Segal :)

2. BRANDO. (Brando the Hawk lol)

Jet’s Dad. Looks like Jet but if he was an alcoholic who somehow manages a receding hairline. Hansu once drew him with a monocle and top hat as a joke but I found it so hilarious we might just keep it. He sounds like James Lance (actor) if his voice was more broken and growly and mumbly, and if he was human he’d have Lance’s hair as well. (He misses his wife, Sienna)

3. ADAM!!! (Adam the Albatross)

Adam is Storm’s dad and he looks like him but instead of being round and fluffy strong, he’s abtastically ripped. You see how I draw mobians you know what’s up LOL. anyways, he was a teen dad and did a really good job, and he works at Prison Island. Well, he did, now it’s blown up, so he works at the inland prison instead. He’s a bit of a manchild and his girlfriend is Jewel’s mom Opal (hehe Lea’s OC) because he sorta has a milf problem. He’s like if Jesse Pinkman was an adult instead of an oversized teenager, yet is still quite childish (in a cute way! he eats dino nuggets for dinner). Think “drawing Storm but for a thirsttrap” and you’ve nailed him

4, CAREY AND DARLA!!! (Carey the Jackdaw & Darla the Swallow)

You really think I’m gonna just include one??? These are Wave’s parents and I’m in love with their designs. Carey is a jackdaw with vitiligo which means he gets patches of white feathers in certain places due to black pigment being a recessive genetic trait due to the Salem trials (long story, you asked for the short version lol). He dyes his front feathers red to be like Party Poison from Danger Days, and often wears a pair of working denim jeans that are kinda stained with oil and paint but that makes them look cooler. He’s Eggman level smart and super witty, but extremely humble and only wants to use his knowledge to help other people. It’s a jackdaw thing. He loves shiny stuff (read: he loves machinery) and also adores his wife. Such a wife guy but in the genuinely good and wholesome way. SPEAKING OF, DARLA IS A BUBBLEGUM PUNK TO ME! She was part of all the mobian riots in the 80’s and operated an illegal shelter for homeless youth via her massive roller rink that’s dead centre in her city that she refuses to sell for luxury condos or parking lots. That is HER block of land and she’s not moving it, so she helps keep kids (especially mobian youth who are disproportionately affected) off the street. She loves wearing full denim and is an array of blue colours. Also, despite her husband being super fucking tall, she’s also pretty tall for a lady! Very round too though, like a feathery ball, very cute and round and pudgy I love her.

I actually have acceptable fanart of these two on hand because Infifi drew them once so here’s that: