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[the-sprog]

I think a Batman/DetCo crossover would be perfect especially in the context of how fucking insane Shinichi's parents are.

I was thinking and I realized they're a mix of the Drakes (neglectful in the "never being home" kinda way, rich but it doesn't seem like their child sees a lot of that money) and Bruce ("how'd you learn how to shoot a gun" "my father spent a summer with me in Hawaii to teach me" what an insane scene that was. Not to mention the "yeah. It's a good idea to traumatize our child via fake kidnapping to teach him a lesson about stranger danger :)" and "Shinichi, dear, I know you're 6yo but come investigate this suicide with me sweetie") but they're also above worse (willing to falsify police and government documents for son).

Would Bruce love the Kudos or hate them? On one hand, Yusako definitely has them figured out. He's kinda like Alfred that way.

The Kudos get invited to an event, something like an award ceremony or some kind of cinema festival. They decide to bring Conan as a decoy for Shinichi related questions (usually they'd just use school as an examination why he wasn't there but they've been saying Shinichi is traveling for a case nowadays and it wouldn't do well to contradict that).

Bruce is the one that organized whatever event this is. I wanted the Drakes alive but I also want Damien to meet Conan. So. Sorry Janet and Jack. I'm going full Batfam for this.

Clark Kent is there, though he's technically a plus one. Cat is doing a piece for the event, specifically she wants to interview the Kudos, which is a feat as of late, and needed a last minute plus one (the Kudos are volatile and no one knew if they'd actually show up. When they did, Cat had to rush to get to Gotham before they decide they got bored and fucked off).

Of course, Cat immediately latches onto Conan's existence and assumes that he is why the Kudos have been out of the public eye. But not in the actual real way. She starts by asking general questions about them, their careers, and the event they're at at the moment.

And then she hits them with: "so. I see you've expanded the family. How does Shinichi feel about having a little brother?"

Which breaks just about everyone involved in the conversation.

Immediately Yukiko goes into actress gear. "Oh no he's- this is Conan, Conan Edogawa. He's our nephew. He's been staying with a friend of ours in Japan, but we thought he'd like coming back to the States for a bit!" All while smiling. Meanwhile Conan goes through all the stages of grief and is already building up the script for when he's gonna have to kiss ass to Ai for ending up in the Daily Planet.

Yusako senses this and tries to mitigate the situation a bit. "I'd appreciate if you didn't put him in your article. He's just a kid. And the focus is supposed to be on the event and our achievements, not a gossip piece about our private life"

But then Clark speaks up. Unfortunately he's been listening to the conversation and keeping track of everyone's reactions to everything. And he has a good memory. He has also listened to enough rants from Batman about the KID Thief to know more details than the average person.

"Aren't you the KID killer?" Everyone blanches. "I mean, that child from the KID Thief heists?"

"Uhm..." Conan is stumped. He's really bad at this. Of all the things his parents did, they never left him to deal with the vultures alone. But that also means that in his entire High School Detective career he had more of a "avoid at all costs" kinda mentality when it came to talking to the press directly. Sure they've made articles about him, but he's never met anyone interview him directly.

But again, Yukiko to the rescue. "I think that's enough. I hope you can respect our wishes." She puts her hands on Conan's shoulders as she redirects him away from them.

Clark is a little worried, a little suspicious. But he stops Cat from following them by reiterating that he's a kid and the Planet is not a tabloid newspaper.

Of course pt2, things go as things go when Conan is around a respectable amount of people and someone dies. Immediately Conan is on high alert, but so is Bruce who's worried about how someone could've managed to successfully commit a murder under his nose.

So, the investigation begins. On technically 4 sides. Yusako is doing his own detective work, but he's staying on the sidelines and letting the others be at the center of it all. Conan's special interest has been activated so he's in full inspection mode and putting himself in everyone's business. Bruce immediately contacts Commissioner Gordon, and starts distracting the people at the event while sussing out anyone who might have had a motive and/or opportunity. Clark has engaged his investigative journalism side and is already gathering evidence.

Meanwhile Damien is trying to convince Bruce to let him threaten people with unimaginable violence to make them comply and confess. But then he gets distracted by Conan and starts trying to babysit him but in a "I'm better than you tsk you're so immature" kinda way. Keeping him out of the way by yelling at him and dragging him away physically. Conan is not deterred.

All in all, it's a regular day for Conan, a particularly interesting day for the Kudos, a surprisingly weird day for Bruce, and a very annoying day for Damien.

[vaaaaaiolet]

He’s away on a mission, but you can’t get him out of your head. Like he’s whispering from miles away. You can't bear how Leon’s presence haunts you. And then one night, you snap.

mdni. f / m, shameless smut but no p in v i swear i'll write it properly ONE DAY. fem masturbation, leon has a rich people bathroom, praise kink, you want him like CRAZY, also i get poetic on you :( and what if it all might be mutual WHOSAIDTHAT

word count: 889 // read on ao3

a/n: mdni / 18+ only, i'm sorry. this is in celebration of reaching 69 posts LMAO also i listened to a lot of fetish by selena. rip pop songs killed by mumble rappers. i <3 u

When Leon leaves for the umpteenth time to chase down bioterrorism’s next Carmen Sandiego, you can’t help but be a little distraught. Pissed for lack of more pleasing verbiage. If the world needed your boyfriend so badly, it could date him itself. 

You were here first. 

And you miss him. 

His paycheck keeps you company more often than he does. It’s not the money’s fault that Leon’s Jacuzzi doesn’t even come close to the molten heat of his skin against yours. He’d left his penthouse to you for a month this time; pressed a kiss to the top of your head and snuck his hand up the curve of your inner thigh right before he disappeared, his whisper like the burn of scotch on rocks: 

“Take care.”

“I’ll keep your place perfect,” you’d ducked to burrow into his heartbeat.

“Not the place, sweetheart. You.”

You’re breaking down, you think. You’re being masochistic, replaying that final exchange over and over and over again as you toss in Leon’s silk sheets. Maybe you’re overworked. His cologne sneaks inside your lungs, his siren song reverbs in your head. Arousal pools like something notorious in the pit of your stomach and Leon’s still not fucking here.

Take care.

Of yourself? Well, if he insisted.

Something unseen jerks you toward his bathroom through your navel. There’s no negotiating, no autonomy over the shaking hands that untie Leon’s favorite robe from your waist, dropping it to the floor in a puddle of blue. 

Good girl. 

Your skin blooms into familiar goosebumps.

Into the tub now.

There’s ancient pleasure in lowering yourself into the warm water. Leon’s bathroom is no Roman bathhouse, but his Jacuzzi gets pretty damn close. It turns you lithe and lush – you’re a goddess in Leon’s palms, in the heat of the water as you dip your head underneath and take your sweet time coming up for air. You set the jets as gentle as they can go. The heat between your legs thrums, compliant with their pace for now.

Another unfortunate fact about your boyfriend: Leon’s like Midas, except anything he touches simply falls under his mercy. It works with you, and it works with the tub because if he were here, he’d turn the knob for the jets to fire at sporadic, impatient intervals.

Taking too long.

The spurts of water behind your back sit you straight up. Your head jerks forward, your hand falls between your legs because there you go, baby, was that so hard? It is hard, it’s unbearable to finally notice the impatient ache that you’ve let fester in Leon’s absence. You gasp as your middle finger brushes against that swollen bundle of nerves. 

Circles, baby. How would I do it?

Your head spins. Leon would click his tongue and brush your hand aside to press a kiss onto your weeping slit, cradle your clit between the bump of his nose and brow, make you cry with a whispered command. Your hips twist in agony. Memories burn and Leon understands that best.

You substitute as best as you can. Hesitatingly dip a finger inside. You don’t know what you’re waiting for because you’ve waited too long.

Little more for me.

Heat sparks impossibly under the Jacuzzi’s water as you grow bold within minutes, rubbing two fingers now in concentric circles, faster and faster. Leon’s somewhere on the other side of the world without a clue that his name’s being whined so pitifully. You sink a third finger in as your arousal mixes with water, bucking helplessly, hopelessly – you’re racing now. Pushing everything out and back in. Miles shrinking to feet. Is this the chase Leon lays down his life for? 

You need Leon to crack you open. You’re up to your knuckles now, his name sounding strung-out in your mouth as you plead to the skies. Where’s the plane bringing him home? 

Almost there. 

You don’t want to be close. Not without him.

You sound perfect. Doing so well.

“God!” You cry out loud. 

Just me, baby.

Embarrassingly enough, you break. You choke on the wave threatening to rend you apart. Pleasure courses between your legs, shipwrecking you in Leon’s tub, your thighs slamming shut as you keel over the tub’s ceramic edge. You’re scrambling to hold on to something to keep afloat as sparks light you on fire. Leon would snicker to himself if he was between your legs like you wanted, cooing pretty things into your ear, the rumble of his laugh stretching the ebb and flow of your orgasm out for however long he desires. He’d whet his appetite for the next time.

“No, no no no…” 

But infuriatingly, he’s not here, and the fireworks in your stomach turn into distress signals as your orgasm clams itself back up with no one to appreciate its showy colors. 

Leftover breaths rattle your ribcage as you stand in the tub. You’re doused in moonlight, a spotlight you don’t want. The strings of leftover slick lining your thighs get wiped away with a paper towel and shamefully shoved down a wastebasket. You can’t keep your hands to yourself for one night?

Pathetic.

And miles away, spread-eagle and groaning your name on stained sheets he’ll need to hide from housekeeping in the morning, Leon shares the sentiment. 

So good for me, Leon.

He’s weak too.

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[avionvadion]

after scarabia incident happens and everyone else returns to campus from winter break, is there a "DON'T TELL MALLEUS" or a "we can keep this our little secret malleus doesn't have to know :-)" situation? in my head, it sounds like jamil would be screwed if malleus found out that he almost killed el

I mean Jamil isn’t the first one to nearly kill Eleanora… he’s just the first one (not counting Riddle since it was mostly the curse that got her) to almost SUCCEED.

I'd say his beef is mostly with Eleanora herself at this point for not really asking him for help. The only time- the only time- she's asked him for help was with Leona because she suspected he might Overblot. Azul? Nope. No. She went to Leona and Idia for help. The audacity.

And then Jamil happens but instead of contacting Lilia to contact him she messages Adeuce and Poma bumps into the two on the way to Sage's Island because Eleanora isn't returning his calls like damn it if not for Crowley SHE, GIDEL, AND SKULLY WOULD BE WITH HIM, DIVUS, AND LITTLE SELENA CELEBRATING THE HOLIDAYS BUT NOW SHE'S MOST LIKELY IN DANGER AGAIN AND OH, LOOK, SPADE AND TRAPPOLA. OF COURSE ELEANORA IS IN DANGER AGAIN. UGH. Then Malleus only finds out from Lilia after Lilia went to deliver that Holidays Greeting card for him that Eleanora needs help with the curse because she got in danger again and was chasing the curse because Jamil is connected to Jafar.

Like, Eleanora, sweetie, MR. HORNS HAS THE POWER TO PROTECT YOU. JUST ASK HIM FOR HELP.

Ah, yes, but then there'd be no plot or life threatening danger... damn it.

BUT HEY MAKES FOR INTERESTING CONVOS.

I like to think Malleus took some of his rage out on the Chort before handing him over to Baul and Maleficia. He doesn't like Fellow at all since he was involved in Eleanora's "death", but Malleus has more choice words for Eleanora herself than the Overblotters since she's continuously relying on other people instead of him and the Overblots are just common occurrences at this point. Like, damn it, woman. LET HIM HELP, HE WANTS TO HELP. HE IS THIS CLOSE TO LOCKING YOU AWAY, STOP IT. Ya'll had that talk in Christmas Town, SO LET HIM HELP. HE CAN NOT HELP IF YOU DO NOT TELL HIM WHAT IS WRONG.

Chaos.

Is okay though. He gets to help a little during VDC. All is well.

BUT LET HIM HELP MORE, DAMN IT.

[chelleztjs18]

We Don't Talk Anymore (W.M)

Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader (Modern AU)

Summary: When words are no longer there between you and Wanda.

Warning: Angst, swearing words and a little some more angst :D

A/n: Hello! This is a spontaneous short angsty fic idea that was inspired by a song. I have been wanting to write angst so when i listened to this song again, i knew i gotta write it. haha. Some lines in this fic are from the lyric of the song. Surprisingly i got it done. I tried to write it a little different, with no dialogues at all. Let me know what you think! Enjoy the angst! Reblog and comments are highly appreciated!

Here is the song behind this fic:

Main Masterlist

Wanda Maximoff, yes, that’s her name. To you, it’s a powerful name for one hell of an amazing woman. That name sticks to your mind and of course your heart. With just a mention of it, your heart would skip a beat and your lung forgot how to breathe.

You would do anything for her, literally. Why? Because she has your heart in her grip. You think about her all the time. A smile automatically shows up on your face everytime you think about how her voice sounds when she tells you that she loves you, or the sounds of her laughs.

You love Wanda. Yes, actually you overdose with everything about her. Her silky brown hair, her smile, even her pouty face. Not to mention her touches and her scents. 

You fell for her hard and it was the best thing ever happened to you. Well, at least that was what you thought at that time before you both broke up and it's such a shame that it was a messy break up in the beginning but both of you decided to stay civil and keep the friendship.

Well, the break up was a little over a year ago. In the beginning of the first few months after that, you and Wanda tried to keep in touch. Unfortunately, the efforts from both ends didn’t last long. It slowly died. Two of you don’t talk anymore.

You keep telling yourself that it was just all a game for Wanda and you think it would help you to get her out of your mind. Do you ever wonder how she is doing? Yes, of course you do but you are not proud of it. Not at all, especially after you heard from Tony that Wanda has found someone else. You know that person, it’s Vision, Tony's assistant.

You wish you would’ve known that you weren’t the love Wanda was looking for. Even after all this time you still wonder why you can’t move on just the way she did easily. Your mind is all over the place right now as you sip the whiskey you have at Yelena and Kate's wedding party.

When you heard that Wanda is coming too, part of you regretted that you came here. Your brain reminds you that you don’t want to know what kind of dress she is wearing or how she does her hair tonight. You wish that you could just leave but it’s your best friend’s wedding so you know that you wouldn’t get away with this. It’s a big party anyway, so you have less chances to bump into each other.

Well, turns out you were wrong. Half an hour after you mingled and talked with Kate, Yelena and Melina, you caught Wanda in the corner of your eyes. Of course, she comes with her new lover.

You stole a glance at her, so did she at you. She is wearing the red dress you gave her on the first valentine's day together. You always know that red is her color. You loved how the dress shows her curves. You can still feel the ghost of her lips when she kisses you a thank you after you gave her the dress. Oh her flawless hair. You remember exactly the smell of her shampoo.

Her soft green eyes warm your heart yet could stab it the same way cupid’s arrow strikes it when you fell for her for the first time.all over again every time she looks at you 

All these thoughts stop abruptly when you see Vision’s hand run down from her back to the curves of her waist. No, no, no. You don’t want to know if he holds onto her so tight the way you did before.

Wanda’s stomach did somersault and her heart flinched when gazes were locked for a few seconds. Her mouth falls slowly open a little. It’s the first time you two see each other again after the break up.

She sees how you smile to everybody else but her and she can’t complain, it’s the same to her. No matter how much her heart smiles, her face refuses to show it. Just like you, as much as she wants to know how you have been, but she tries to keep herself in place.

How everyone laughs around you, it reminds her how goofy you were and you always made her laugh with your antics and jokes. All of that leads to more and more memories. How romantic you were, how you would do anything for her.

Every now and then, Wanda thought you might want her to show up at your door but she was too afraid that she was wrong.

Then Natasha comes into her sight. Seeing the red hair excitedly come to you and kiss you on the lips while your hand touches her hips, proves to her that she was wrong. You wouldn't want her to show up out of the blue. In her mind, you are over her and all the sweet things you two had.

Being ex-girlfriends to each other when being in the same circle of friends is not that easy. Everybody knows how messy the break up was and they are all aware that you two are not talking anymore but nobody wants to bring anything up about it. Wanda also has her own little bird that told her about you. She heard from Pietro that you and Natasha are seeing each other now.

Oh it wasn’t easy for the brunette to hear when Pietro told her about you and Natasha.

Wanda doesn't want to know if you look into Natasha's eyes or if she holds onto you so tight the way Wanda did before but she knows all she can do now is just hoping that Natasha knows how to love you like she does or kisses you the way you like it.

Just like you, she overdoses everything about you and now she can't get you out of her mind.

You thought that one stolen glance that got caught with hers was the only thing you have to handle tonight and you were proud to yourself that you are doing well fighting it subconsciously but boy oh boy, you were wrong again. So damn wrong.

Your eyes refuse to let go of Wanda from your sight. You are slowly sinking into a quicksand of memories and feelings. The more you fight, the more you lose. All the words around you from Yelena, Kate, Natasha and somebody else gradually turn into a muffled sound. Good thing nobody noticed that you are out of it now.

Your body tenses up to ward off shaking, your legs weaken. Questions and thoughts start to bounce around in your mind. Why did Wanda choose to wear that dress and do the hair the way you like it? Was it on purpose? She still looks beautiful as always, just like on that first Valentine’s day night.

Does she still have feelings for you? Fuck, no. no. no. You don’t want to know that. Wanda moved on and stopped talking to you so easily. She dates Vision a few months after the breakup. Even though there’s no rule for how long exactly after a breakup that you can date again, to you it was too early but who cares? Apparently Wanda didn’t, so why should you? And that's a good enough reason for you to move on too.

You are with Natasha now. You look at the red-haired girl next to you and smile.

Your heart wrenched when you take another quick look at Wanda only to find that she is looking at you with those warm loveable jade eyes. She is standing alone while Vision is busy talking with Tony and Steve. Embarrassment stirred in you because she caught you staring at her. Is it even staring when you only look at her for a few seconds?

Wanda is as conflicted as you are right now. She feels tightness in her chest. She mindlessly tightens her grips around her cocktail glass when she sees Natasha hold your hand and her other hand rubs your inner lower arm as if she is showing everybody that you are hers.

She sees you smile at Natasha again. Her mood plummeted.

Both of you let out a gaze that ping-pongs and avoids direct eye contact every now and then yet keep wanting to look at each other. It feels awkward but it still feels like a drop of rain on the desert.

Her fingers get colder, not from her cocktails but from all of the rush of feelings that she can’t even describe. Wanda knows she was at fault in the past that made the last piece of strings that kept your relationship all together for a while finally broken.

She tried to keep in touch with you but she thought that you didn’t want to and you were just doing it for your friendship with Pietro. Little did she know, you wanted her to stay in your life but you felt the same misunderstanding Wanda thought.

You swallow the lump of sadness and Wanda sees your jaw clenched. She knows that you do that whenever you are feeling upset or discomfort. You feel like time has stopped. Your heartbeat seems to slow down momentarily. Her thoughts spin. Your mind is focusing inward.

Wanda’s thought is a hundred miles an hour right now, dredging up everything that happened in the past. Her lungs constrict for a few seconds, making it hard for her to breathe.

She misses you. Do you? Without a doubt, you are in denial for that matter. Her feet mindlessly start walking towards you and to her surprise, she sees you take your steps to her. Her heartbeat tripled in speed, she could’ve sworn she could hear it.

You are a nervous wreck right now. You are going to be closer and closer to your ex-girlfriend in a few more steps after this long time. You don’t even know what you feel? Excited? Hurt? Angry? Are you going to be defeated by your own feelings? Do you really want to go to her? Should you ask if she is happy with Vision? No, definitely not that. Are you kidding? You are strong enough not to ask her that, you gotta be strong.

Words scatter around in her head. She is thinking what to say to you. Just a simple Hi? I miss you? I’m sorry?

Gosh, everything happens so fast yet feels like slow motions. The short distance between you and Wanda seems like hundreds of miles away.

This is it, she is a step away from you but you don’t cease your steps. You walk past her, continue your steps to the bar. Wanda didn't stop either. The fact that you keep walking, it felt like a knife to her heart and it plunged her to despair.

Both of you are internally broken and falling apart. A soft long shaky sigh comes out of your lips.

Disappointment sagged through both of you. Wanda’s and your feet feel heavy as you two walk. Pain claws onto your heart. Wanda puts a fake smile at the brides to cover how she really feels right now. At the same time, you are trying your best putting on a poker face and averting your eyes from her because you know how bad you are to hide your emotion.

Deep down, you and Wanda wish that you still talked but things happened and now you both regret that you stopped talking.

A/n: Welp, that's it for today! Let me know what you think. I'm gonna work on the requests i got now. Follow me for more!

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Leo Valdez x pregnant!reader 3rd trimester headcanons

wc: 1.3k

genre: fluff, domestic bliss, slice of life

pairing: Leo x afab/pregnant reader

warnings: discussions of pregnancy and pregnancy symptoms, Leo is an amazing hubby/baby daddy, Esperanza is alive and well and excited to be an abuela, your friends are all super supportive and excited, Leo is amazing and this will give you baby fever, Leo cannot get enough of how cute your baby bump is

song rec: father of the bride 2 soundtrack

a/n: ngl normally pregnancy icks me the hell out but like... it's leo. I would. hm. I would give him a million babies with no hesitation. I want to bite him. blushing giggling kicking my feet.

tags @yesv01 @magcon7280 @perseajohnson @afidiofobia @almostjollypizza @fictionalcomforts  @lizziebitch33  @girlfriendwhoseawitch @dustyinkpages @cowboylikekelsey @legramilis @youkissedareaderinthedark @mrscarolscaramoucheplease @inthehoneymoonwithconnorrk800 @cosmiq-cloud @anything-forourmoony @chasingpj @mystic-writings  @dreamerball @if-only-i-was-fictional @2manyobsessions

You’re in your third trimester by now, and you and Leo couldn’t be more excited 

He and Annabeth have been working on the nursery nonstop

And Hazel has been spearheading your baby shower

She’s so excited about it, constantly bringing you color swatches and different spools of ribbon and little hors d'oeuvres to see which ones you like best

Esperanza’s over at your place a lot too

She loves going on walks with you, talking about baby stuff, helping you guys around the house

She loves all the baby gossip, telling you all the stories from when she was pregnant with Leo

She knows all the home remedies, too

She helps you out through all the aches and pains and assures you all the random symptoms are normal

You called her in tears once about a sharp pain you felt

Turns out it was just lighting crotch

You’re able to laugh about it now, but at the time it was so scary

And you’re really glad you have Esperanza there to help you through it

Leo adores how big your belly is getting 

He’s always kissing you and your tummy

Talking to baby, putting headphones on your belly to play music for them

You have a collaborative playlist of your favorite songs

Leo makes sure to include lots of Selena and Luis Miguel and all the other 90s music his mom raised him on

Baby has started kicking way more now too

You and Leo have a “wow, they’re gonna be a soccer player” jar

Every time someone sees that your baby is kicking and makes the soccer player joke, a dollar goes in the jar

“At this rate, we’re going to have a college fund ready before they’re even born.” Leo says it so matter of factly that you burst out laughing

Leo has a way of doing that

Making you laugh and smile through all the difficult parts of pregnancy

He’s right there for you through all the swelling and leaking and aches and pains and mood swings

And he’s also there for every kick and laugh and smile and kiss

He’s there for all of it

Every single part

You literally could not have a more enthusiastic, supportive partner

He’s the epitome of “if he wanted to he would”

Leo wants to do EVERYTHING

And he does

Esperanza raised him right

And she couldn’t be more proud and happy for both of you

Your cravings are finally subsiding

They’re still there, but they’re not nearly as bad as they were in your second trimester

You’ve had the worst cravings for cake recently

And fried chicken with a whole bunch of different sides ranging from olives and pickles to cabbage leaves rolled up with cottage cheese

Leo has become a familiar face at your local grocery store and bakery 

He showed up twice in one day to get you a lemon cake, and a marble cake with strawberry frosting a few hours later

You’re already some of the bakery’s most loyal customers, and Leo told Hazel to make sure she gets the baby shower cake from there

It’s also a perfect opportunity to do some subtle cake taste tests

But now your bump is so big it’s really getting in the way of daily activities

You insist on at least trying to tie your shoes and pick things up off the floor by yourself

You usually give up after a couple tries, and Leo is happy to help you out with everything

He can’t get over how adorable you look waddling around with your big old bump

He takes so many pictures and gets so many videos 

You basically can’t sleep without your maternity pillow, so Leo’s taken to spooning you when you guys are going to sleep

He rubs your belly and kisses your cheek and holds your hand

And you fall asleep with him murmuring about how much he loves you and your baby and how he wouldn’t want to do this with anyone else

And god, when your baby shower actually arrives??

Leo has been distracting you all week so you don’t accidentally figure out what’s being planned

One of his favorite ways to do this has been taking you out to get food and shop for more clothes for you and baby

Some of your favorites so far have been the sesame street one, the duck pajamas, and the fuzzy bear onesie with little ears and paws and a little tail

Leo has a talent for picking out the cutest dresses and other maternity clothes

Everything he finds for you makes you feel so pretty and feels so comfortable to wear

He even picks out some non maternity clothes for you too

“As much as I’d love for you to stay like this forever, you do need something to wear after the baby is born…” 

He rubs his hands over your belly affectionately before pressing a kiss to your lips

You ask Leo if you can slip away to get another cake

It’s a caramel hazelnut swirl with oreo filling that you’ve been talking about for two days

He lets you down gently, telling you the bakery is still out of oreo filling and hazelnuts

He makes sure you guys hit up the baby aisle and the snack aisle before you leave

Finally it’s time for your actual baby shower

And it’s absolutely amazing

It’s like Hazel looked into your brain and pulled out everything you could have dreamed of

And when you arrive to all your friends and family surrounded by the beautiful decorations

They bring out a caramel hazelnut swirl cake with oreo filling

That’s what finally brings you to tears

It’s the most wonderful time you could have hoped for

You spend tons of time with friends and family, eat delicious food, and talk about baby stuff the whole time

It’s not long after your baby shower that you start getting braxton hicks more regularly 

Leo insists on taking you to the hospital even when you insist it’s a false alarm

He is not going to take any risks when it comes to you or your baby

After the first false alarm, he made sure your hospital bags were packed and ready to go

He’s gone over the plan and the backup plan and the backup backup plan so many times he could recite them in his sleep

After a few more, you wake up one night, and Leo wakes up right behind you

You tell him you’re having contractions and he gets up immediately, launching into his usual speech about how the doctor said for you to go to the hospital even if it’s a false alarm and how much he loves you both

Before he can finish you turn to him with a look of seriousness he’s never seen before

“I don’t think it’s a false alarm.” 

That wakes him up even more

He gets you to the hospital in record time, and calls his mom on the way

He’s right by your side the whole time and holding your hand while the doctors and nurses get you set up

You share a look and know it’s hitting both of you at the same time

You’re about to have a baby

You’re finally, finally going to meet your baby

You’re about to be parents

Through all of the highs and lows of his life

Every crazy thing you’ve gotten through together

This night is by far the most exciting

[nikist-4-n]

⋆.˚ .ᐟ˙⋆✶Ooh she mine ooh girl bump and grind ✶⋆.˚

✶⋆.˚ .ᐟ˙⋆ ass shaped like Selena✶⋆.˚.ᐟ˙⋆

[iiconicxpersona]

National Anthem

retired!Agent Whiskey x latina!Reader

"Red, white and blue is in the sky.

Summer's in the air, baby, heaven's in your eyes."

Summary: it's the fourth of July and Jack is enjoying the holiday with reader and their fraternal twins at his ranch house.

Warnings: fluff, mentions of smut towards the end (18+, minors dni), age gap (reader is 30, Jack is 48), no use of Y/N, y'all just prepare yourselves for papi Daniels.

Word count: 2.7k

“Jack! Jimmy! The hot dogs are ready!” You called out while carrying the large plastic Tupperware full of freshly grilled hot dog links to the picnic table.

Just a couple of steps behind you was your daughter Rosé counting her steps as she skipped cheerfully to the table with the plate of warm hot dog buns in her tiny, yet firm, grasp.

Meanwhile on the other side of the ranch, Jack stayed knelt next to his young spawn and continued working on the mechanics to the pyro machine. “Jimbo, how ‘bout you go make us a couple of hot dogs while I finish setting up the fireworks?” Jack smiled lovingly at his son.

“Okay papa! Can we watch them on the trampoline like last year?”

“O’course son. Now go on and tell your momma and sister I’ll be there in a sec.”

Once Jimmy sprinted in your direction off in the distance, Jack took a moment to watch his family join together with smiles on their faces and love in their eyes.

Never in a million years did he think he would be given a second shot at having a family. After losing his sweetheart and their unborn son a few years prior to meeting you, Jack was sure that was it for him. Despite being involved in random one-night stands for a mission or to just fill a lonely night, life just wasn’t worth living without her. Jack would often find himself wishing the next mission would be his last just so he could be reunited with his family again, until you came along.

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Both Jack and Agent Tequila were on their next mission of tracking down another famous musician at a rock concert. The two separated into the crowd and Jack bumped into you by accident, spilling your beer all over your new outfit.

“¡Ay qué chingas! Thanks a lot, bud.” You groaned and furiously wiped what was left of the beer off your blouse. 

“My apologies, sugar. Didn’t see you there.” Jack pulled out a napkin from a hidden pocket inside his leather jacket and handed it to you.

You reached to snatch the napkin from his hand but the sudden little static shock you felt when your skin touched his own made you finally look at his face. Your anger immediately melted away only to be replaced with sudden nervousness and a smile that couldn’t disappear no matter how hard you tried.

“No, i-it’s fine. Accidents happen, right?” You giggled.

“Right.” Jack chuckled nervously. ‘My god, she’s beautiful.’ He thought to himself.

In that moment it seemed time itself had frozen because neither you nor Jack felt the strength to move. Your hands were still connected with only the napkin in between. The rest of the arena that was still filled with people fell silent. Even Agent Tequila practically screaming in Jack’s hidden earpiece couldn’t break his trance from you. The friends you arrived at the concert with had disappeared to their seats the moment Jack bumped into you, knowing damn well he was exactly your type.

“My name’s Jack.” He finally cleared his throat, bringing you both back to reality. “Can I buy you a drink, sugar?”

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Five years, one marriage and a set of fraternal twins later, Jack had a life worth living for again.

“Como la flooooorr. Con tanto amoooooorrr. Me diste túúúúúú. Se marchitóóóóó. Me marcho hoy. Yo sé perdeeeerrrr;” You and Rosé sang along to the music dramatically as she stood on top of the picnic table to give her best Selena impression. Once the music started and Jimmy joined in on the fun, you put Rosé back down safely on the soft grass before the three of you began dancing Selena’s dance moves.

Jack couldn’t hold back a smile if his life depended on it. He cherished these family moments more than anything in the world. To think he would’ve missed out on this if he had chosen not to retire the moment you found out you were pregnant with the twins four years ago. There’s no telling where he would be right now, but he was certain every day that you, Jimmy and Rosé saved his life.

Once he had set up the last firework, Jack leaped to his feet and turned to anxiously meet his small family on the other side of the ranch. Jimmy was already sitting down and stuffing his face with a hamburger while you and Rosé were too occupied dancing to the music until her eyes met Jack coming from a distance. “¡Papi!”

You watched with a smile as she ran as fast as possible into Jack’s embrace, leaping into his arms before he picked her up and spun her around. “Hey there princess! Looks like you and your momma were havin’ fun.”

Rosé quickly nodded. “Uh-huh. Are we gonna watch the fireworks now?”

The sun had set enough to where the sky turned a bright shade of orange-ish pink, still too bright for a firework display.

“Not yet, moonshine, we gotta wait for the sky to get just a lil' bit darker. Maybe once we’re done eatin’.”

“Okay papi.”

Jack kissed her temple making an audible smooching sound and she giggled in his arms as his mustache tickled her skin.

“Mami, I’m thirsty.” Jimmy mumbled with a mouth full of his hamburger. Mustard and ketchup smeared on either side of his mouth.

You chuckled and reached deep in the bottom of the cooler to get him a bottle of root beer. Just like his daddy with an actual beer, Jimmy refused to drink his root beer if it wasn’t ice cold.

“Here you go, mijo.” You placed the bottle beside his plate and grabbed his napkin to wipe the condiments off his cheeks. “And remember don’t talk with your mouth full. It’s dangerous and bad manners.”

Jimmy nods while swallowing his food. “Yes ma’am. Gracias, mama.”

 “De nada, mi amor.” You smiled at your son and kissed his now clean cheek. Gently ruffling his dark hair and turning to meet Jack by the cooler once he sat Rosé down.

“No kiss for me, sugar?” He smiled at you.

“There’s always a kiss for you.”

Jack gently grabs your hand to pull you into his arms with your own snaking around his neck, closing the gap between you two as much as possible until your lips met in a tender kiss. You couldn’t help but giggle at the feel of his facial hair scratching at your skin, but even that couldn’t distract you from feeling his hands slowly slide down and grasp at your behind over your red sundress.

A slight gasp turned chuckle escaped your mouth at his grip only for Jack to instantly swallow the sound with a deeper kiss.

“Jack,” you teased in between kisses. “The kids are watching.”

Both you and Jack opened one eye and turned your heads slightly to see the twins looking at you two in disgust, turning to each other to point their fingers to their throats and make gaging noises.

“Ew! Dad’s touching mama’s butt!” Jimmy gagged.

You and Jack stood there laughing at the reaction of holding each other. “Son, one day when you’re older you’re gonna love someone like I love your momma and you’ll understand.” Jack said.

“What about me, papi? Will I understand when I grow up?” Rosé chimed in.

You raised your eyebrows and looked directly at Jack, trying so hard to hold back a laugh when you felt his hands slide to your upper back while shaking his head at his daughter’s question.

“No, moonshine, you won’t. Daddy’s not letting any boys touch you, ever.”

-

The twins had finished their dinner before you and Jack could even sit down to enjoy your first plate of freshly grilled food. Their anticipation to watch the firework display became so thin that Jack resorted to giving the twins each a sparkler to keep them entertained for the time being. Once you finished eating, you and Jack cuddled next to each other on the picnic table bench and watched both the children and the sunset while drinking a beer.

Tennessee Whiskey began playing on the speaker, making your heart melt at the memory of your wedding night. It was the song that played during your first dance with Jack as husband and wife.

“May I have this dance, sugar?” Jack stood up and held his hand out for you to take.

“Anytime, cowboy.”

Once your hand slid in his, Jack slowly raised it up to peck the back of your hand, keeping eye contact with you and making you blush. It amazed you how even after five years Jack still knew how to make you feel like a teenage girl in love. A mutual feeling for him as well. For a man pushing fifty-years-old, you made him feel young. Hell, in his mind you’re still young at pushing thirty-one. To this day he can’t seem to figure out exactly what you saw in him the night you met. A pretty young thing like you deserves to be with someone like his former partner, Agent Tequila, or someone closer to your age like Eggsy. No. Instead, you fell for him: the whiskey drinkin’, pussy eatin’, southern playboy spy Jack Daniels. God only knows what he did right in his life to deserve you, you’re far too good for him, but he thanks the man up above every day for his little family.

“You’re as smooth as Tennessee whiskey. You’re as sweet as strawberry wine. You’re as warm as a glass of brandy, and honey I stay stoned on your love all the time.” You and Jack sang along while swaying to the music and staring lovingly into each other’s eyes.

“Can you believe it’s been four years since we got married?” He asked.

“I know.” You turned your head to look at the children playing off in the distance. “Ay, how time flies.”

“And you’re still just as beautiful.” Jack smiled, never taking his eyes off you.

“Oh Jack.” You blushed and smiled back at him.

“Papi! Papi! It’s time for fireworks!” Rosé called as she and Jimmy ran as fast as their little feet would allow towards the trampoline.

Time really does fly fast when you’re having fun. The fireflies were already making their presence known off in the distance and the once orange-pink sky had turned a darker shade of blue.

“We’re coming, moonshine!” Jack intertwined his fingers with yours, picking your hand back up to connect with his lips once more.

As you two walked hand in hand to the trampoline, you rested your head on his shoulder and smiled while you watched Jimmy and Rosé jump and laugh amongst each other. At the same time, you were being careful not to smudge any makeup on Jack’s white button-up shirt.

Even in retirement Jack always wanted to look his best, mostly for you. He was almost never just a t-shirt and sweatpants kind of guy unless it was for bed. Before Jimmy and Rosé were born, Jack preferred to sleep naked or at least in boxer briefs, but that all changed a few months back when thunder scared the kids awake. Just as you and Jack were about to start making love, the kids had burst into your room and forced their way to sleep in between the two of you while you both desperately tried to keep yourselves covered and awkwardly stared at the ceiling all night. After that, you both agreed to start locking the door and not sleeping naked anymore on the nights you weren't 'busy'.

You chuckled out loud at the memory.

“What’s so funny sugar?”

“I was just remembering what happened on Valentine's Day. That’s all.”

Jack chuckled, needing no further details. “Crazy kids. Next time we’ll get your momma to babysit.”

-

“Mama, I wanna sit with you.” Jimmy said as he waited patiently for you to settle yourself on the trampoline.

“Okay mijo. C’mon.” You smiled and patted your lap.

He carefully made his way over to sit on top of your lap while Rosé jumped in the middle as Jack was trying to get comfortable.

“Careful moonshine. Daddy ain’t young anymore.” He chuckled before finally sitting upright.

“Sorry papi.” She giggled before landing her last jump with her whole body and rolling next to her father. He didn’t hesitate to let her sit on his lap and placed the large remote down in front of them.

The four of you took turns pressing the buttons for each firework until the kids became too distracted and watched while Jack took over the controls with one hand. The other snuck up behind you and gently caressed your back and exposed shoulders.

“¡Mami, mira los fireworks!” Jimmy smiled and pointed up at the display.

“Sí mijo. They’re beautiful, right?”

“Just like you, mami.” Jimmy looked up at you and smiled.

You looked down at him and gasped as your heart melted. Smiling and hugging him tighter while you placed multiple kisses to his temple. He giggled and squirmed in your arms. “Eres el hijo de tu padre.”

You both looked at Jack with big smiles. He winked and returned the smile to his son. “Attaboy, Jimmy.”

-

The rest of the display was spent staring up in awe and comfortable silence. It didn’t take much longer before the fun finally caught up with the twins as they yawned and rubbed their eyes to stay awake for a little longer, but it seemed like the more they tried to fight it, the sooner they fell asleep.

Once the display was completely over, Jack carefully slid off the trampoline and helped you down from the other side. He handed you Rosé gently before picking up Jimmy in his arms and letting you lead the way back into the ranch house. You both changed the kids into their pajamas before tucking them into bed, giving them one last peck on the forehead and turning on their nightlight.

“¿Papi?” Rosé mumbled, her eyes trying to open as she looked for Jack.

“Yes moonshine?” He smiled at her.

“Can we go horseback riding tomorrow?”

Jack chuckled and sat down next to his daughter, gently rubbing the top of her head. “We’ll see, moonshine. Okay? For now, just get some sleep.”

Rosé smiled and nodded in his direction. Jack kissed her once more on her forehead as she yawned with her eyes fluttering closed.

“G’night, baby girl.”

“Night papi.” She mumbled before finally drifting into a deep sleep.

-

You were brushing your long dark hair over one shoulder in the master bathroom when you felt Jack snake his arms around your waist and attack your neck and exposed shoulder with light nibbles and kisses.

“Are the kids asleep?” You chuckled as you fell back into his embrace, tilting your head to the side to expose more of your neck.

“They sure are, and I already locked the door.” He whispered seductively in your ear.

“Well, what should we do now, cowboy? I’m not the least bit tired.” You teased.

Jack growled and sunk his teeth into your shoulder causing you to moan. His hands claiming your body with one hand pushing down the top of your sundress to massage your bare breast while the other gently teased your clit over your clothes.

“Whaddya say we make another baby?”

You couldn’t hold back your smile at his suggestion. He didn’t know this yet, but you had been thinking about having another baby lately. The only reason you kept that to yourself is because you weren’t even sure he wanted more kids, so to hear him say this made you excited in more ways than one.

“You want another baby?”

“I do. Seeing you with the twins today got me thinkin’ about it.”

You grasped at his hair and pulled his head back far enough to where your lips connected with his in a passionate kiss.

“So whaddya say, sugar? Wanna ride into the sunrise on a real cowboy?”

“As long as I get to name the baby this time.” You teased.

Given Jack’s history, you thought it would be nice to give him the opportunity to name the twins. However, with his obvious sense of humor that you adored so much, you should’ve known he would pick alcoholic beverages to name them after.

You shrieked and giggled uncontrollably as Jack spun you around and picked you up, wrapping your legs around his waist and holding yourself up. Kissing each other passionately as he carried you to bed.

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Spanish translations:

¡Ay qué chingas! - Oh what the fuck!

“Eres el hijo de tu padre.” - You are your father's son.

A/N:

I hope you guys enjoyed this! It's my first time writing for Agent Whiskey Jack Daniels. I was planning to have this out sooner but I literally got the inspiration while listening to Lana Del Rey and watching the firework display on the fourth lol. It's still July so it still counts.

[sarahs-secrets2]

Fetish (Phillip Graves x Reader) 18+࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ

request for @kaminokatiee ! hope you enjoy :)

Based on Fetish by Selena Gomez

fem! reader (no use of Y/N)

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: NSFW, FWB, swearing, pet names, tad OOC (for plot), lowkey mommy vibes idk how I got there, mention of General Shepherd jumpscare warning LMFAOOO

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You bent down picking up your previously discarded shirt, Phillip had almost torn it off you earlier, thankfully it was still in one piece. As you slipped your shirt back on Graves was still lying in the bed as he watched you.

“You don't have to leave ya know?”, he sat up in the bed, leaning against the headboard. The Commander was shirtless, the sheets covering his lower half only allowing the hem of his boxers to peek out. His eyes continued to follow you around the room as you got dressed, now slipping on your jeans. 

“It’s friends with benefits Graves, no reason to stick around”, you laughed, throwing him a wink. Phillip just shook his head, you always reminded him that this wasn't something serious, it was just sex, despite him trying so desperately to make it something more.

“So will I be seeing you tomorrow doll?”

“Tomorrow? So soon Commander?”, you glanced over at him.

Whenever you addressed him by his rank he could feel himself melting. You had become his new infatuation, consuming his every thought. Surprisingly you were the one who had proposed the current arrangement, to you it was just casual sex, sure you thought Graves was attractive and he was good in bed, but that was it. To Phillip Graves, it was so much more, and he was falling for you. 

Over time during the arrangement, Phillip had found himself more and more drawn to you, like you were a magnet pulling him close. He had started coming up with excuses to be near you, talk to you, anything just to see you. 

You weren't blind to how Phillip was feeling, it was extremely evident in his behavior. Something about his obsessive behavior turned you on. You had the Commander of the Shadow Company, and he was ready and willing to do anything for you.

The next day Phillip had convinced you to come check out something in his office, probably a new name placard or chair, something to get you alone you figured. 

“You’re awfully needy, you know that?”, the pair of you were walking through the halls toward Graves’ office.

“You make me that way,” he looked you up and down slowly making sure to take in every angle of your body, everything in him was begging to get you alone in a room. 

Finally reaching the door, Phillip fiddled with the keys before swinging the door open letting the both of you in. 

“You know, if you want to fuck, just ask”, you laughed as Graves let out a nervous cough shutting the door, and twisting the lock to ensure no one would come in. “You’re ‘fuck me eyes’ are very telling Phillip”, you went on continuing to tease him.

Graves walked towards you, instinctively you walked backwards bumping into the desk behind you. His hands grabbed your waist, propping you up on the wooden surface. 

“You really want me to ask?”

“Yeah I do,” you looked up at him, fiddling with the buttons on his shirt, his hands still firmly on your waist. 

Phillip leaned down to your ear, slowly biting on your earlobe, then whispering, “Can I fuck you?”

“Only since you asked nicely”, you began to unbutton his shirt, which felt agonizingly slow for Graves, you made sure to take your time with each button. You could feel the Commander’s impatience leaking off him as popped your jeans button, and unzipped the zipper. He tugged the fabric down, you shifted on the desk to help him with removing the jeans. 

You finally finished unbuttoning Graves’ shirt, your hands snuck around his torso as you felt his muscles, sneaking your hands up his chest and down his arms, peeling the shirt off in the process. Phillip pushed himself in between your legs, his hard cock resting against your heat as his hands explored your body. His lips had found their way to your neck, placing kisses sporadically all the way to your collarbone. 

Just as Graves started to pull your shirt over your head, a knock was at the door followed by the doorknob jiggling.

The muffled voice continued to knock as they spoke, “Commander Graves? Hello? Are you in there? I have General Shepherd on the line, he needs to talk to you immediately”, 

“Fuckkk”, Phillip groaned into the crook of your neck, “Yeah I’m here, give me a minute, I’ll be right out”, he stepped back from you, attempting to adjust his very obvious erection. “Now look what you did doll,” he laughed at the predicament you had both found yourselves in.

“I don't know what you're talking about Commander Graves,” you smirked as you shrugged, jumping off the desk and grabbing your jeans that were crumpled on the floor. “Good luck with that meeting, yeah?” 

“I’ll need it after this mess”, Phillip slipped on his button-up, attempting to button it back as quickly as he could. 

The doorknob jiggled again, “Commander Graves, are you alright, is there someone in there?” the voice outside the door spoke up again.

“Soldier, I will be out shortly, wait down the hall”, Phillip’s tone was drastically different when speaking to others than when talking to you. You almost blushed at the thought, before bringing yourself back to reality. 

“Leave after me darlin’, don't want anyone gettin' any ideas”, you nodded, “How do I look? Presentable?”, 

“Hmm, you look like you just got blue-balled by the General,” you walked up to him, straightening out his shirt, letting your hands rest on his chest.

“Promise I’ll see you later?” he brushed your hair behind your ear.

“Yeah, I’ll see you later”, you whispered as you smiled weakly back at the Commander. He grabbed your hands off his chest giving them a light squeeze before heading out the door, winking back at you as he left. 

Later that night you found yourself about to drift off to sleep till a knock disrupted your peace. You slowly got out of bed as you sauntered towards the door. 

“Take all the time you need princess”, Graves’ voice was muffled from the other side of the door.

“Keep talking like that Phil and I’ll leave you out there”, you laughed as you opened the door, allowing Phillip to come in. 

“I think you like me too much to keep me in the hall”, Graves’ hands drifted across your waist as he walked past you. 

“I think I like your dick too much to leave you in the hall”, teasing Phillip was almost too easy. He laughed in response before sitting on the bed motioning for you to join him. Instead of sitting next to him, Graves tugged you over so you were sitting on his lap. 

“How was that very important meeting”

“Boring as hell, how could I stay focused knowin’ you were waitin’ for me doll”, his lips had found your neck once again, this time he was much more impatient.

“You always come right back to me, don't you?” your hands draped around his neck as he continued his work on your neck. 

“You are my fetish darlin’, I’ll always come back for you”

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barely proofread disclaimer

[my-blind-album]

Lady Leonora Lesso x Fem!Ever!Professor - Fetish

I LOVE THIS SONG SO MUCH!! AND SELENA &lt;3

Part I

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The dean of evil has observed changes in the new Ever Professor since she enrolled in the school of good. Prior to accidentally bumping into the redhead dean, the professor was initially quite composed, kept to herself most of the time, and ever since, the dean has seen her everywhere. While she visited the school of good she'd noticed the ever professor walking in the same hallway and corridor as her and greet her with the same grin. Even though the dean was aware that every professor worked for the school of good, she still found it strange to encounter her every day at the same spot, at the same time. It was equally as bad during meals.

Take it or leave it Baby take it or leave it But I know you won't leave it 'Cause I know that you need it

During meal times, Lady Lesso would sit across the her co-worker, Clarissa Dovey as the ever professor, Y/n would sit between her and Anemone. While the redhead dean would make small talk with Clarissa and Anemone she'd constantly catch stares from the ever professor yet act as if, she hadn't seen her. Y/n never bothered to engaged into a conversation with the dean yet she'd coincidently meet her numerous times and watch her with a certain look in her eyes that the dean couldn't comprehend. To say she was uneasy would be an understatement, but she was unable to acknowledge how freaked out she felt as the ever professor's gaze swept over the dean's body. It appeared as though a predator was observing its victim and was prepared to strike at any time. However, the dean always looked forward to the end of mealtimes because it meant she could leave the institution and go home, away from the ever professor.

Look in the mirror When I look in the mirror Baby I see it clearer Why you wanna be nearer

But the dean couldn't be more mistaken. Even though she loathed it because her students scarcely even did well in her class, Lady Lesso went straight to her office after dinner to grade her students' papers because she preferred not to have to talk to the one professor she had always tried desperately to avoid. But when the dean came into her office, she didn't see any of her students' papers piled up on the desk. Her desk had been cleared, and as she drew nearer, she noticed that all of her papers had been graded and marked. Her mouth almost dropped when she saw how immaculate her workplace was from ceiling to floor.

I'm not surprised I sympathize, ah

She looked over her entire workspace in a state of stunned silence. She found a note on her counter, it read: Take a break and relax, you deserve it. xoxo, Your Y/n. The dean tore up the note in her hand, lit her fireplace, and flung the shredded pieces of paper, only to find another message on her counter. I saw that, My Love, don't attempt to test me, okay? xoxo, Your Y/n. The dean was apprehensive to burn the letter, but she wasn't going to let anyone, especially an ever, dictate to her. The message was hurled into the raging flames, which turned purple at that very moment. "Lesso, My Love, why all the hostility? You have now received two warnings." "What is your obsession with me?! Why do you keep staring me and how do you know my every move?!" screamed the dean to Y/n whose appearance was made with the flames. "Lesso, your stressed, go to sleep and I promise this will all make sense, alright My Love?" the dean shivered at the sound of the woman's voice as she said My Love. "Don't call me that." "But why, My Love?" the woman said with the same tone she used before while she titled her head watching the dean carefully with a sinister smile on her face. The dean having enough, put out the fire.

I can't deny Your appetite, ah

The dean hurried to her door and confirmed that she was going to inform Clarissa of Y/n's antics in hopes that she would be able to deal with her or, better yet, terminate her. Her eyes grew tired, and she began to feel a little sleepy when the dean's fingertips brushed the doorknob. She attempted to press the doorknob with her hands, but they simply slipped off, causing her to slide down the door with no ability to move her body. When she landed, she attempted to gaze about the space, but it was ineffective because her vision was foggy and everything appeared to be moving in circles. The last thing she noticed was a figure approaching her in purple just before darkness engulfed her vision.

You got a fetish for my love I push you out and you come right back

The weeks passed as Lady Lesso continued to run into the ever professor. She eventually discovered by some probing in her counters that she was the daughter of Aphrodite, which was both a success and a failure because it revealed the cause of the ever professor's fixation. All of the never-ending looks, messages, gifts, and couple names came from Y/n falling in love with her. Because Y/n repeatedly threatened to remove the dean of good if Lady Lesso revealed the situation to the headmaster, Lady Lesso never brought the subject up to him nor Clarissa. However, as previously mentioned, her spying was a failure because the ever professor caught her and had a look of frustration in her eyes when she did.

Don't see a point in blaming you If I were you, I'd do me too

The dean was now tied around her wrists and ankles and imprisoned in the doom room. Ironically, the dean was about to be disciplined with her own works by an ever, but it had to be done as Y/n had instructed. Despite the fact that they both knew she was upset deep down, the ever professor had a happy expression on her face as she scanned the assortment of weaponry that were kept in a corner. The dean kept betraying the woman's heart, her promises, and her confidence. The woman turned to face the terrified redhead who was locked up and sat, "Is it Clarissa?" asked Y/n. However, the redhead was concerned with other matters. She had no recollection of how she got there; the last thing she remembered before going into a coma was having supper in the staff cafeteria.

You got a fetish for my love I push you out and you come right back

"Lesso, answer my question!" The woman's voice croaked with each word she spoke, and the dean's focus wandered back to her. With a knife in her right hand, Y/n was now standing in front of the redhead. She lifted her head up and tucked the tip beneath the dean's chin to meet the bereaved woman's teary eyes with her own. Although the redhead and she both understood that she still loved Lesso, she was furious right now more than the dean had noticed. Lady Lesso attempted to break the eerie silence by speaking, but the woman was one step ahead of her as their lips came into contact. After Y/n withdrew, she kissed the dean's face once more before slapping it.

Don't see a point in blaming you If I were you, I'd do me too

The dean gasped in pain as she was forced to look at the person in front of her by two unexpectedly kind hands placed under her chin. Y/n inquired again, "Answer my question, Lesso, is it Clarissa?" "I'm not sure what you're asking; is it Clarissa, what?" The redhead spat, gasping for air and struggling to speak. Y/n carefully observed while the dean's chest pounded before rephrasing her query. "Is Clarissa…the one you love?" the dean's eyes widened in shock that she forgot to answer till she saw Y/n's hand raising that she blurted out, "No! No! She exclaimed, "Clarissa isn't who I love; I never loved her." Y/n hesitated to speak for a brief moment. "Who do you love?" Y/n asked. "You...i-it's you." Y/n's gaze softened for a second till they went back to anger, "You're lying...you're FUCKING LYING." The dean screamed in agony as Y/n dragged the knife that was still in her hand into Lady Lesso's palm and watched as it bleed. The redhead was a mess; her hair was scattered, her face was red and wet from all her intense tears and her lips were quivering in sadness and pain. Then it happened once more, she blacked out.

You got a fetish for my love...

Part 2 coming soon

[moments-on-film]

Hello there!

I wanted to share some information that may be helpful to understand why we have yet to receive official news that The Bear has been renewed for season 3.

Yes, the Writer’s strike is over, but SAG-AFTRA is still very much on strike until they get a fair contract from the AMPTP. Under official strike rules from the SAG-AFTRA union, neither actors, nor their agents or representatives can negotiate for struck work. This means, for example, a contract cannot be negotiated for an actor who may have had it in their deal that if a series is successful, they get a bump in pay. The Bear is very successful, and we know this because of not only the critical acclaim the show has received, but also the minutes viewed data released from Hulu shortly after season 2 released.

You may be asking yourself, ok, but why did Only Murders in the Building, another successful Hulu show, get a renewal so fast and The Bear didn’t?

Here’s my take:

The three stars of OMITB, Steve Martin, Martin Short, and Selena Gomez, all also serve as executive producers of the show. This could have created a loophole for negotiating for struck work, since producers are not on strike (the Producer’s Guild is also not a union). Ayo Edebiri and some other members of The Bear may have a credit or two as executive or co-executive producer, but the majority of the main cast of The Bear, including Jeremy Allen White, only serve as actors, and not executive producers, as it stands right now.

I don’t think we will hear of a renewal until the strike ends and actors and their representatives can successfully negotiate and/or re-negotiate their contracts with the studio, given the success of the show. Time will tell, however. I hope this was helpful to understanding possibly why there is such a wait on a renewal announcement.

©️moments-on-film 2023

[aconites]

happy 2024! as it's a new year, i thought this was the perfect time to post a plotting call for those who might be interested in writing with me!  if you want to do threads with someone who will message you at the crack of dawn with random headcanons, musings and create graphics (manips, gifs manips, crackships, etc​ )  for our characters — look no further. i also have no triggers, am sm.ut friendly and i love to do multiple plots with the same partner. bellow the cut you’ll find a list of wanted faceclaims, opposites, ships and plots that i would love to do and if anything catches your interest please give this post a like and i’ll message you. this is for mutuals & non mutuals, so feel free to like this even if we have threads/plots happening already!

faceclaims i’d love to play! * melissa barrera** * greta onieogou* * ana de armas* * phoebe tonkin* * margot robbie* * camila queiroz** * sydney sweeney* * ayca aysin turan * hande ercel * alycia debnam-carey* * simone ashley * melisa pamuk* * adria arjona* * olivia cooke * grace van patten * jessica alexander* * madelyn cline* * madison bailey * priscilla quintana* * meghann fahy * benedetta porcaroli * camila morrone * riley keough * suki waterhouse* * adelaide kane* * florence pugh * sophia bush * ester exposito * lily james * lily collins * gabriella wilde* * sofia carson * josephine langford * danielle rose russell * danielle campbell * abigail cowen* * halston sage * camila mendes * brianne howey * gemma chan * eiza gonzalez * lindsey morgan * zendaya * sabrina carpenter * candice swanepoel * elsa hosk * jasmine tookes * emily ratajkowski

faceclaims i’d love to play against!

* all the ladies above * pedro pascal** * ben barnes** * joseph quinn* * joe keery* *christopher briney* * henry cavill * ricky whittle * casey deidrick* * jd pardo * jamie dornan * adam demos * richard madden * sam clafflin * carlos miranda * scott eastwood * garrett hedlund * drew starkey * clayton cardenas * jonathan bailey * jeffrey dean morgan * rudy pankow * felix mallard * dj cotrona* * charlie hunnam** * sebastian stan* * alex fitzalan * dylan o’brien* * nick robinson * manny montana  * chris evans* * harry styles * jacob elordi * boyd holbrook

some ships i’d love to do! * any of the above fcs combined tbh. ( m/f or f/f ) * click here for full list since tumblr has a text limit.

plots id love to do! * this unhappily married dad/babysitter plot. * * this angsty/fluffy my best friend is having my baby plot. * * this zombie apocalypse/last of us inspired plot* but also any za plot. * celeb plots! especially this one. something like two super famous actors hiding their relationship or famous person/non famous plots?* * single dad/nanny plots! give me something cute and angsty. * * escort/client plot where she breaks the most important rule… don’t fall for your client* * grumpy ceo/soft assistant plots.* * royal plots! bridgerton esqued plots! * * f/f socialites plot… blair/selena/upper east side inspired muses but make it gay* * college professor/teacher’s assistant plot.  * college professor/student plot. * crimey plots? sons of anarchy inspired? or maybe m.afia/m.ob/gang stuff?* * bodyguard/client plots bc i’m a sucker for them* * soulmates plot. i have a whole lore i’ve been wanting to write out for ages so * sugar b.aby / sugar d.addy plots *  * best friends to lovers plots ( gimme angst) * WHEN THE M.OB PRINCESS MEETS THE M.OB PRINCE: forbidden love is always angsty so why not do that and add rival g.angs to the mix?  muse a is the daughter of the head boss of the local g.ang and is sick and tired of having her life controlled by her overprotective father. so, to rebel against his wishes after an argument, muse a decides to go to a nightclub that her father had always forbidden her to attend. unknown to her, the club is run by the rival g.ang’s boss’ son, muse b, and not knowing who she is, can’t stop looking at her on the dance floor. they eventually bump into each other and after having a few drinks, end up at muse a’s apartment and they hook up. i was thinking they both never brought up their families and their true professions and maybe start to hang out/go on dates and then bam, the truth comes out and drama begins. especially when they can’t stay away from each other.

* MY BEST FRIEND IS A ROCKSTAR: (tw: death) muse a & muse b have been best friends since they were kids and grew up together. throughout their childhood, muse b had always told muse a about his plans to become a famous musician and as he grew older, became more and more determined to make those dreams come true. when they both hit their teen years, feelings eventually grew and the two were head over heels for each other but neither of them was ever able to admit it. they were both terrified that the feelings would be unrequited or that it would ruin their friendships so just imagine the angst of them seeing each other with other people and FGHDFG. anyway, when muse b finally turns twenty-one, he decides to move to hollywood to make his dreams come true, and muse a stays in their small hometown. they keep in contact with one another but as time went on, muse b becomes a huge rockstar with his band and their contact start to drift but they always had each other in their thoughts, wishing they were closer to one another. a few years pass and they still speak but it’s not like before. muse b was hugely successful and enjoyed the life he was now living but always felt like something was missing. that someone was missing… it’s not until he gets a distraught call from muse a telling him that her mother died does he rush on a private jet and comes home to her. after helping her arrange the funeral and being there for her through her grief, he suggests that she comes on tour with him and the band. wanting to run away from everything and everyone in her small town, she agrees. queue cute ass moments on the tour bus, traveling the world and falling in love like they did when they were young. add drama, angst ( because they’re both still dumb and won’t admit to their feels) stadium tours, TENSION!!!, groupies, etc, etc. 

CLICK HERE FOR MORE BC TUMBLR HAS A TEXT LIMIT.

[redcruxsworld]

Keep Fighting me till the End. (PaperGold)

Little fanfic cuz I'm bored, and I want some angst between these two. Also, some factors of the fanfic are some of my headcanons.

Chapter 1: A Budding Friendship

Herbert then looked to his side and saw someone. He scowled and let out a 'Tsk.' sound. Flug raised an eyebrow and looked at the direction Herbert looked at. There, he saw a tall, long-haired man with forest green eyes. Out of curiosity, Flug asked, "Woah, who is that handsome devil? He looks like Jean De Morter.", Herbert looked at Flug clearly unimpressed by his reaction. "That's because that is Jean De Morter. But I'll tell you this once Kennings, he's a vile, narcissistic, posh bitch. Don't even bother talking to him.", Herbert said his voice laced with annoyance. Flug was a bit unnerved by Herbert's negative reaction to Jean,"I see....",  he muttered as he continued to follow Herbert to the inside of the dormitory. Though Herbert wouldn't say it out loud, Flug could feel that Herbert was pissed. He didn't know if it was him asking about Jean or Jean himself but he felt obliged to try and lift Herbert's mood up again, "Y-you know-w I think your q-quite handsome t-too. Well, not like Jean handsome but y-your own kind. Hehehe.....", Flug said, trying to hide his face, clearly embarrassed. Herbert's footsteps stopped, "Hahahah!...... you really think so? Do you really think I'm handsome too, Kenny?", he said as his face came close to Flug's face. Flug's face reddened like crazy and he nodded, "Y-yeah.... also scientifically, you're also very attractive. Sharp cheek bones, perfectly shape almond eyes, a-and if I took a meat cleaver down your face, it would result in matching halves.", Flug said, explaining Herbert's best facial features. Herbert's frown turned into a smile hearing those words of compliment. He hugged Flug tightly, "I see. Thank you, Kenny..... I never realised how.... attractive I was. Hehehehehhe.....", he said, smiling widely at Kennings. Flug smiled back adorably, "Glad to make you realise that, Herby!....."

Spring started as Flug entered the esteemed halls of P.E.A.C.E.'s academy. Looks like his forgery skills really benefited him much more than he expected. He looked around the assembly hall and saw a sea of new freshmen taking pictures, teasing each other, and talking to one another. This place really was like those scenes in the teen movies, but this time, it was in real time. It was like a dream and a nightmare for Flug, however, though. Not only was there thousands of soon to be heros here, he needed to watch what he says and not slip up or else he would be going to jail and he wouldn't be able to get his pilot licence. It would have been an absolute loss for him in this scenario. As he was looking at his notes while walking to the crowded, it was a very fatal mistake. He bumped into someone, knocking him backwards. He looked up and saw a good-looking and muscular man with brown chocolate hair. The man was clearly a jock like his old classmate Metauro. He covered his face as he saw that the man was raising his hand. He waited for the impact, but it never came. "Hey, hey, you didn't really expect me to hit you, now did you? Here, let me help you up.", a slightly deep yet sweet voice told him. He looked up and saw that the guy was trying to help him up by offering a hand, "S-sorry, I really didn't mean that..... are you OK?", he asked as the guy chuckled. He looked at the man who was clearly amused by his reaction, "Am I OK? What about you? I'm pretty sure I should be the one asking that since I am the much bigger person between the two of us.", he said as he wiped his happy tears away. Flug scratched the back of his  head 'Shit, he's right.... It looks like pure souls really come here to become beckons of light, huh?', he thought as he looked directly to the guy's hazelnut brown eyes. Then a finger snap brought him back to reality, "Wha-? Huh?", Flug said, startled, "Looks like you spaced out there, buddy. Are you a freshman?", the guy asked.

Flug nodded akwardly, "I see.... no wonder you lost. Well, you're in luck! I'm actually a senior year for the hero program. I'll tour you. Oh, right?  I haven't told you my name yet. Nice to meet you, I'm Herbert Leth. You are?", the guy said with a huge smile. Flug gulped and shook the guy's hand,"Kennings Flugslys.... Nice to meet you too, Herbert....", he said as he quickly released Herbert's hand. Herbert then casually put his arms around Flug's shoulders, "Kennings, huh? Nice name! Unlike mine...", he grumbled, "Anyways! Come on, Kenny. I'll give you a tour of the place. I'll also give you some advice about some academy secrets that people here don't really talk about, too.", he said as he winked at Flug. Flug blushed since this has been the first time he was shown this type of attention before, at first meet too. Herbert also seemed to have guessed his nickname. Flug was then dragged by Herbert everywhere. From the assembly hall to the school gym to every classroom. Flug panted, Herbert sure had a lot of stamina. They had been walking nonstop for an hour now! Herbert looked at Flug and chuckled, "Looks like someone need to work on their cardio.", he said while patting Flug's back. Flug also chuckled at his comment, "Big talk for a trained hero who can most likely throw a whole building at someone.", he said as he stood up and they continued to walk to the boy's dormitories.

The two began there classes over the next few days. Flug was taking his time to study properly and thoroughly for his pilot licence. One day at the canteen, while he was sitting eating, he felt a pat on his back. It was Herbert! "Hey Herbert! How's things going on the hero program?", he asked as Herbert sat down with him clearly exhausted. Herbert placed his head on the table, "Exhausting. They weren't kidding when they said they were gonna push us past our limits.", he said as he showed the red rope lines on his arms. Flug was startled, "What?! What type of training is this?!..... Feels like their torturing you guys...", the smaller male said as he searched his bag for an anti-inflammatory cream. He then rubbed the cream on the red lines on Herbert's skin. Herbert smiled, "Thanks... but it is for the best. So that we can be great heroes. Also, can I ask you a favour, Kenny?", he said as his brown eyes looked at Flug's. Flug titled his head, "Yeah, sure, what is it?",  he said concerned for his new friend. With a smirk and a desire, this would be the start of a very messy friendship that will shape both men's future.

To be continued.....

~Red

[ineffablydelighted]

[Good Omens, Two weeks after S2 events...]

Nina: *bumps in* Okay, where TF is he, again?

Maggie: Hello, sir 👋

Pub owner: *sighs* Hello. Same as usual. Someone will have to pay the-

Nina: *slams two 50s on the bar* Here, done. *is under the impression she became the parent of a probably immortal being going through his first teenage heartbreak but with a middle-aged man body and a liquor license*

Maggie: *to the pub owner* Sorry about that, she's... Excuse-me... *follows Nina*

Crowley: *wasted**barely understandable**slams an empty Talisker drink on the table* StUuRpId ASSssAnGeL...

Nina: You have to STOP doing that. We have lives, you know?

Crowley: *unnatural lying position* 'nd bery short at tha', yea, I know tha'. Arn't ya' so luckeh?

Maggie: Please, Sir, you need to go home...

Crowley: *dour laugh* Yeaaaa, well, it's not asif I had tha'.

Nina: *sighs* You live in Mr Fell's Bookshop with Inspector-Naivety-Incarnate-something. Remember?

Crowley: Ah, yea, maybe, huh... *pointing an uncertain finger at Maggie* *high-pitched voice* ey, don't ya owe me rent?

Maggie: *ever seen a very pale cinnamon roll? Ya have now* Well, I...

Nina: *would cross her arms if she hadn't done that already**offended**protective almost-girlfriend* I have paid for your "coping method" a couple thousand pounds by now you didn't feel the need to repay me, so I think you should be careful before demanding any rent! Oh, and should I mention I've spent that in the course of A SINGLE WEEK?

Crowley: *looks at her with the sudden need to throw up**or to break something* No nehd to be... To be... Watevah. This is bullshit! *first sentence he somewhat says perfectly for some reason* My, my point is... Is... Bluh. He's so... BLUH!

Nina & Maggie: *look at each other in we've-heard-that-from-Monday-to-the-next-Monday**opposites face expressions though*

Crowley: *faints because he wants to* *hides his face under his 1941 hat*

Nina: Oh, no! No, no, no! That is not happening! *shakes him* Oy, wake up! I do not have all night!

Maggie: *whispers* Be gentle with him, Mr Fell is... you know...

Crowley: *ignores them**but is also listening*

Nina: *out loud* He behaves like my sister Chantel when she learned that Justin Bieber was dating Selena Gomez! Except that, my sister was fourteen at the time, not- I don't even know! How even old are you?!

Crowley: *shows his face again**yells* WHO CARES?! He's... He's... *proceeds to imitate Gollum's voice to perfection* Stupid fa- fantastic Magisshit-

Nina: Okay, enough. *grabs his arm agressively* Get up!

Maggie: *takes his hat from the floor and his glasses from the table* I don't think he can...

Nina: He can and he will! Go on, get up!

Crowley: *makes himself fall back on the sofa**loves behaving like a 5 yo having a tantrum* NEH! I-I I am NOT...

Nina: Do you want us to abandon you here?

Pub owner: *from afar* If you don't put your uncle out, Coffee girl, I swear...

Nina: *points a very menacing finger* Don't you dare "I swear" me! I "I swear" people, not the other way around, especially not when I have to deal with that excuse of a... a... man! *couldn't come up with something better*

Crowley: Imnottha' but...

Maggie: There is no need to fight, we... *looks at Crowley having somewhat of some tears in the corner of his eyes* He's just... heartbroken, you see?

Crowley: *almost inaudible* I'm noot.

Pub owner: Yeah, 'figured. That's no good reason! Whenever he's here, every customer leaves in under ten minutes for some reason and that isn't good for my business!

Nina: Coming from the lad whose only job is to take advantage of other people's misery, that's rich.

Maggie: Nina, you...

Nina: *grabs Crowley by the first ankle she sees* It will mess up your hair but I am ready to make you slide out of here even if that is the last thing I'll ever do.

Crowley: *falls to the floor**doesn't care* I'd like to see tha'

Nina: Fine, you asked for it. *grabs his second ankle**makes him slide for two meters before almost giving up**to Maggie* What are you waiting for? Take him by the armpits if you have to, but help me!

Maggie: *wants to do exactly that**doesn't know what to do with her hands for a second**puts Crowley's glasses and hat on to free them**grabs Crowley by the armpits* Okay, okay, One...

Nina: *holds herself from laughing at Maggie's new improvised look**is not even in the mood to anyway**lifts Crowley up**realizes she's the only one doing so**offended look*

Maggie: I... Sorry. I thought we would lift him up at three and...

Nina: *sighs in I-ve-never-signed-for-this-but-here-I-am* Maggie, Angel, please, you're not helping.

Crowley: *out of nowhere* ANGEL! 'Ngels... arn't vey djust...

Nina: Three.

Crowley: *does not mind being lifted by two struggling humans**mumbles* I 'ate 'is sturpid hair...

Nina: Of course you do. Careful the corner, Mag-

Maggie: *hits her hip* Aouch!

Crowley: *more to himself* AND his stupid fess...

Nina: *to Maggie* Careful, I said! If you really want to hit something, hit him! *looks at Crowley*

Maggie: *passing by the bar**to the Pub owner* Sorry about that, have a good night.

Crowley: *less and less understandable* 'nd 's mooth 'hat says 'turpid sings...

Pub owner: Whatever.

Crowley: 'ike "'omoshun is Ineff-neffably 'wesome wa doon't ya' kom wis meh dishtroy thee uni-universs?"

[The doors of the pub ring their departure]

Nina: We really should *Crowley is heavier than she expected* consider *like, really* create a law to oblige pub owners to have *humpf* bedrooms in the back of their establishment!

Maggie: We're *sore arms but still going strong* lucky he lives *breathless* right across.

Nina: *forces open the Bookshop with her hips that don't lie*

[Yeah, there is no way you can escape the Shakira tune now, is it?]

Nina: *right after Maggie has completely entered* Okay, let's drop him here.

Maggie: The couch is right th-

Nina: *drops Crowley's ankles* He can find the couch himself. As far as I am concerned, the floor suits him just fine.

Crowley: The service her' is terr-terrib-bluh!

Nina: Yeah, well, feel free to contact customer service and leave one star.

Crowley: *raising an invisible glass* Happeh to. *threatens to throw up*

Maggie: *to Crowley* Will you be alright?

Crowley: No-PUHHHH.

Muriel: *runs from God knows where towards the group* Oh my God, how is he?

Nina: Same as yesterday. And the day before that. I think he has an alcohol problem.

Muriel: You can be funny just looking at a bottle? Interesting.

Nina: More like looking at a dozen in three days but, who's counting? Certainly not him.

Crowley: *pointing a finger at the Sky* Ya' owe meh a f***ing 'usical!

Muriel: How can I help him?

Nina: You can't. Not really. He has to get through it by himself, as we all do at some point.

Muriel: I'm... confused. Is he... like... sick, or something?

Crowley: A mu-... A mu... si... *faints*

Maggie: Yeah, I believe you can call it that. It is... some kind of... sickness.

Muriel: Not a human sickness, then? *has forgotten she is, obviously, also a human called Inspector Constable* I-I mean, well-

Nina: Apparently, beings like him can catch those as well. Go figure.

Maggie: Maybe... Maybe put a blanket on him?

Nina: He does not deserve it, but yeah, you can do that.

Muriel: Okay, I'll... Sorry: what... is a blanket?

Nina: *sighs* I'm done for tonight. *leaves**comes back* Maggie?

Maggie: I... I think I'll stay for a while.

Nina: Right. It's not as if you had a shop to run in what? Five hours?

Maggie: You told me yourself nobody ever comes to my shop, so...

Nina: *shrugs her shoulders* Sorry, I'm too tired to apologize. Good night, everyone. *to Crowley* Not you. *slams the Bookshop's doors unintentionally*

[Awkward silence]

Maggie: *to Muriel* So... A blanket. It is... like, a, a cloud... but... rectangle.

[ashleybenlove]

Mabel and Loretta fist bump on the fact that Loretta's gonna tell Dickie she's his mom on opening night.

SELENA GOMEZ AND MERYL STREEP FIST BUMPED

[ashadowofburnedoutstardust]

More observations:

I've talked before about how the SMA PR partner title was originally intended for someone else, it may have in fact been for noone in particular however there was a list

Georgia Ellenwood

Aly Raisman

Ana De Armas

Jeanine Mason

Alisha Wainright

🐟

Kelli Burgland (Who had her car broken into while filming in Georgia)

Floriana Lima

Selena Gomez

Notice any similarities between these women?

All had things to promote, at least one other had a show cancelled before the title was announced, I'm thinking given the metrics that were running on 🐟 they brought Ana in to try and have her take over for the "fake costars romance" or simply to help try and dampen down the numbers relating to 🐟

Here's the thing; if he was indeed simply dating around and serious about no-one in particular, taking the date of the anxiety tweet being he knows the Sexiest Man Alive title was coming after initially being delayed and going to Rudd instead.....

It stands to reason this entire situation and the reason he his team told him he had to join IG to begin with was so that they would be able to "arrange the campaign" using likes and follows for who his "partner" would be for the People Magazine title

Which would mean the selection of 🐟 was based on the analytics involved, which in my mind means that he was bound to this by a clause in the contract he had to sign

Thanks to the pumpkin incident with 🐟 Mother (a picture which could only have originated from his team sending it to her side:

It bumped it up enough to knock Ana De Armas' out of the running hence the rushed pap walk of shame in NYC

The photoshopped Valentine's drop, and the separate arrivals to the premiere of Ghosted where he looked so f*cked off at Megan while walking away from 🐟 as she was escorted away from the red carpet

It honestly sounds to me like the only time they may have spent around one another may in fact be the papwalk (if they didn't in fact use a body double the way they possibly did during the Airport pic) and the Ghosted premiere

The publicly editable online "sources", mismatching edits and retractions between covers/articles

Have they ever actually spent any time together at all?

I honestly highly doubt it

🤍🪽✨