#but nope definitely not PR

[ingravinoveritas]

A certain sexy and mischievous welsh man and a particular skinny scottish pretty man have tricked us all! Perhaps David wasnt fibbing when he said that Michael just wont get out of his house. ;) Cant wait for staged season 3. They literally can't go 5 minutes without working together now and I blooming love it.

Hello, Anons! Yes indeed, this was a heck of a thing to wake up to, for so many reasons...

So first of all, there are full details of the show (which airs on November 24th) here, as well as info about a new behind-the-scenes special that will also be released.

Of course, I absolutely love that Michael and David cannot stay away from each other and will quite literally take any opportunity to work/be together. (I now suspect this is why Michael was in London for a full week after seeing David in Good, and preceding the Comic Con he recently did.) They clearly adore each other, and now that this is taking place in person instead of over Zoom, I am positively tingly at the thought of the unadulterated bicker-flirting that awaits us.

I also completely understand folks having mixed feelings about this news, as I do as well. I’ve written previously on my blog about my thoughts regarding a third season of Staged, so I won’t rehash too much of what’s already been said.

What I will say, however, is that what I want more than anything is for Michael and David to be in something that enhances their chemistry, that gives it room to thrive and flourish, rather than their chemistry being the thing that props the show up entirely.

I felt like this was the case especially in the second season of Staged, which was cluttered up with far too many guest stars whose presence ultimately took away from Michael and David. They need a vehicle for their chemistry, something to give it some sort of structure and  framework that both Michael and David can work from and build on, and another season of Staged just doesn’t seem to be that.

With all of that in mind, it does make it seem like Staged 3 is something of a money grab--not even on the part of Michael and David, who have been very booked and blessed since the end of lockdown, but on the part of Simon, who seems to have not done much since the last season. And while I’m sure Georgia will do at least a serviceable job and fit in to the show, it just seems like an excuse to add another acting credit to AL’s résumé, despite the fact that she’s shown that she has difficulty acting even as herself.

(I’m also perplexed as to why this is airing on BritBox instead of the BBC, which is where the previous incarnations of Staged aired. I don’t know how many people are willing to sign up for another streaming service, and it seems like this third season is going to get a lot less traction as a result...)

I do find the marketing for the show really interesting, though, as the promo photos in the first two seasons were a mix of the respective “couples” (Michael/AL, David/Georgia) and edits of Michael/David, but the tweets on the Britbox Twitter show photos only of Michael/David and AL/Georgia. Might we be getting more of an emphasis on Michael/David as a couple? God, I hope so. Anon #2, your comment in particular made me think of an old Calvin Klein jeans commercial with Brooke Shields, where she said “You want to know what comes in between me and my Calvins? Nothing.”

And where the first two seasons were like safe sex--with the computer screens acting as a sort of digital condom between Michael and David--season 3 will be Michael and David raw. Skin to skin, possibly in every sense of the phrase (especially since now there is a good chance Michael was staying with David while in London, and they were spending all that time together...👀).

But yes...Simon has previously said that Staged is a love story. Will we now finally get that “kiss in the snow in Central Park” between Michael and David? (Or a similar park in London?) This season seems to have a holiday theme, so really...anything is possible. I hope it is, anyway. And I hope that Michael and David will find other projects to work on together, because their chemistry is too gorgeous and perfect to not go beyond Staged.

So those are my thoughts on today’s big news. I will definitely also write a full review of S3 once I’ve gotten to see all of the episodes. Fingers crossed and hoping for the best...  

[mwolf0epsilon]

Coruscant Pride Month

Thorn, slamming the door to the Guard Barracks wide open: OI! UP AND AT 'EM TROOPERS! Everyone, startling out of their bunks: SIR YES SIR!!! Thorn, marching in with a box in hand: Today marks the start of Pride Month! Veterans, you know what that means! Newbies, get in line to get your very own exclusive Coruscant Guard Pride Pin! Dogma, confused: A Pride Pin...? Isn't that breaking the dress code...? Hound, grinning: Nope! This month is the only month where the Guard are allowed to wear little pins to showcase Coruscant's "love" of inclusivity and diversity. We're actively encouraged to embrace the rainbow. Dogma, frowning: ...Why does this sound like some kind of disingenuous corporate PR plot to make the Senate look good? Olly, sighing: Because it is... Rhythm, rummaging through his trunk: On the bright side, we get to have colorful and pretty pins! Plus, because it's Pride Month, everyone currently on-planet is on their best behavior around us because they don't want to seem like bigoted assholes by attacking the Guard. Thorn, handing Dogma a pin: Here you go kid. Custom made just for you! Dogma, staring at the demisexual homoromantic pin he's just been handed: How did you...? I haven't really told anyone about this... Olly, wearing an asexual homoromantic pin: Thorn has his sources. It's a little scary, honestly... Slick, wearing a bisexual pin: And extremely invasive, if you ask me... Hound, wearing a 'still figuring it out but definitely not straight' pin: He's always just been good at figuring it out. In fact, he's sent pins to every single commander and literally made them realize some stuff about themselves they hadn't even considered. Fox, peeking his head into the barracks: Bastard lost me a ton of credits by clocking Cody in as Aroace before anyone else did. Thorn, snorting: You really shouldn't have bet on his tolerance of Kenobi as being attraction. Fox: Can you blame me? They both have the biggest slut energy...

[goldsbitch]

Just don't talk--------

-you might say something that hurts.

p10 to Just don't talk

summary: Enemies to lovers on steroids. The PR teams strike again.

Y/N was unusually giddy while doing interviews on the grid that day. It was hard to be nervous when in the corner of her eye she saw Lando, in his usual glorious unbothered style, seemingly more confident than he'd been the past few weeks.

Smiles shared in secret, both of them being lifted up by enormous amount of butterflies. Yet they both tried their best to keep busy in order to push off their inevitable "what are we" talk.

She was more than sure what she wanted to be to him. But the thought of him not being willing to make the lead was a scary one - so let's just ignore it and keep thinking about his tongue on her neck. And Lando? He was doing exactly the same. Both of them blissfully unaware that their crush has started to become impossible to hide.

//

"Y/N, what do you think about the car on this track? Will you be competetive enough for a podium?" was a simple and boring question that Y/N tried to answer in a creative way, but nothing was coming to her mind. With a great smile, she replied: "Yeah, I have a pretty good feeling that things are turning out for good."

Lando was "not so accidentally" passing by at that exact moment, deliberately taking the rout where he would have to walk past her, because his body just wanted to be near her at any point possible. His school boy instinct kicked in and in the same way as a five-year old boy would pull his crushes hair, he snatched Y/N team cap of her head gracefully in order to tease her.

"Hey!" she screamed in the middle of listening to another question from the interviewer and turned around, knowing well who that was, as she watched him approaching before. A small amused smile escaped her, it was impossible to stop it. Same for Lando.

"Oh, hello, Lando," the interviewer acknowledged him, hoping for some good viral content.

"Hey," was his speedy response, probably not ever trying to hide his own amusement.

Y/N tried to keep it cool and look at his lips. "Give it back, Lando." Nope, she failed at keeping her smile in.

"You know where to pick it up, honey," he said simply, winked and said goodbye to the interviewer as he walked away. Y/N's stomach dropped at how obvious he was with his flirting in public and how impossible she found it to keep herself together. She took a moment before resuming, internally fuming. She was happy and mortified at the same time.

"Well," Y/N said as she turned back to her interview. "Where were we?" And there it was - a fatal smile that would cost her in the future.

The interviewer was full on a mission to not let that go. "I see the mood has shifted between you two, has the previous feud passed now?"

"I guess you could say that, yes," she replied, slowly pulling herself back, heart still beating like after running a marathon.

"Do you guys spend time together off the track? Has that maybe helped?" How the fuck was she supposed to answer that?

Not so confidently, she pulled out a cliché line in order to save her. "We do our talking on the track." It was technically not a lie - what they did in their spare time was definitely not limited to talking.

"I see," the interviewer said, not satisfied with her answer.

"I'd love to chat, but my team is calling," he pointed somewhere off camera, somewhere where there definitely was not someone from her team pointing at her. She excused herself and strolled away, in the other way that Lando went, as quickly as possible.

Yes, she did. Oh god, it was becoming unbearable. How was he so infuriating? How can one manage to be so....ugh!!

The day passed by in a blur of meetings, interviews and fan meet and greets. Since their "joint" interview was live though, it took only few hours for the first edits to appear on social media, hashtags getting created and the two of them going viral once again. It was all a bit overwhelming, Y/N sat there and secretly watched every single edit she came by. There is one thing to fantasize secretly about your crush, another thing is when the whole seems to get on the same boat and romanticize the fuck out it. Was it making the whole thing more awkward? Probably, but Lando's and Y/N minds were too busy thinking about each other in order to take in the point of view of others. The whole grid became aware of the pair quickly becoming a meme.

Oscar limited himself to eye rolling only, as he was more than aware of what was going on.

Y/N was shocked to find Lando already sitting in with his and her team in one of the FIA's meeting rooms. The fact that this was happening outside of their team premise should have been a clear sign - they are being called into the same meeting. Nowhere to hide now.

Lando was sitting there, casually cramped up in a chair in an anatomically impossible position, legs twisted all around. "Can't he not sit like a normal person for once?" was Y/N first thought. The reason he sat like that was to prevent himself from foot tapping the whole building down. Acting cool and innocent, that was his strategy. He was sure they'll tell him to tone it down, not to bother Y/N publicly, he'll just nod at everything they say and then go finally cum all over her chest once again, just to prove to her that she is his. Not a hard task. He glanced at her innocently as she stepped in, doing a real bad job at hiding her shock. He rolled his eyes and smirked. This girl was so innocently cute. His own comms team shot him a warning look, so he just proceeded to stare into the ground. Y/n had very little time to get her strategy ready, cursing herself for not discussing this with Lando prior to this.

"Thank you both for coming on such a short notice," was how Lando's team opened the conversation with. You could cut the tension in the room with a butter knife.

"As you're both aware, we have tried several strategies in the past in order to get your image out in the best light as possible."

Y/N let out a laugh which she could not contain in, to which Lando shot her a surprised, horrified and slightly amused look. Unbelievable.

"Continue, please. I am listening," he said, just to spite her.

"Thank you. Please guys, let's keep this civil and adult," this time her team stepped in to put her down. Lando could not remember having this much fun.

"To continue what my colleague started to say, lots of several approaches which did not bring the ideal results. And with today's development, we feel like this is another time for us to step in. You're both faces of prestigious brands and the teams rely on you being likable characters. Am I right?"

Lando nodded, as if he was lying about understanding a new topic in a math lesson - maybe little too much. Y/N just bit her lip and remained silent.

This whole thing was so bizarre, like being caught for stealing a candy bar while having a stolen gold necklace in your pocket.

"What would you suggest?" Lando asked and Y/N doubted anyone in the room was fooled by his act and must have seen though him. He was obviously having the time of his life. At this rate she would have a hole in her lower lip if she would keep biting it down this was.

"I'm glad you're asking, Lando, and hope you'll be able to cooperate."

"You can count on my sincere involvement in your strategy," he stated seriously and stared at Y/N comms team. His own team knew what was up with his attitude but decided not to call him out just yet.

Y/N glanced at the papers resembling a contact on the table. This is it, she thought, the no contact and no involvement agreement. They're going to stop them from talking to each other in public? Is that even allowed?

His's comms manager took a deep breath. "The numbers on all our socials have spiked up greatly since your interaction became of a positive nature. What we've seen today - that will make our sponsors more than happy."

Lando was quicker than Y/N to connect the dots. His mood changed drastically within seconds and he finally sat up straight.

"No. Not a chance," he burned his team with his hard stare.

"Lando, please, let us finish."

He was not having that. "I know what you're going to say and no, you can't just order us to do that."

"Nobody is ordering you to do anything. We're simply...Putting this on the table.

"Forget that, no way in hell am I ever going to agree with this," he said, pointing at the contracts lying on the table. The room went silent for few seconds.

"I'm sorry, what are we talking about here?" asked Y/N, not really having the dots connected just yet. Lando briefly forgot that she was in the room, suddenly regretting his quick dismissal. But he was not the one to be forced into anything like this. Better him having it break to her then them, right?

This time he was the one to take a deep breath and while speaking to Y/N, he still stared at the comms teams. "They want us to start fake dating for PR." He was hoping he got it wrong. But the silence on the other side of the table just proved him right.

This came as a shock to her. Was this their masterplan? Did they really have to meddle all the fucking time? "I...I didn't think these things actually happened in real world," she stated, honestly.

Why couldn't these two just get a minute to talk among themselves? Y/N's mind was once again stuck in a rut because of Lando Norris existing at the same time as she did. Million questions on her mind, but the biggest one - why was it such a hard and obvious no from him? He did not even consider it. This could have been an easy escape for them.

"What would that look like exactly?" she asked, wrapping her head around it.

She received smiles from the team, them being happy that she was seemingly somewhat on board. "Well, we would set a clear timeline with a deadline and a scheduled break up, set up a social media strategy, you'd accompany each other on social event and the PDA would be very clearly stated upon the mutual agreement between you and your lawyers. Involvement of other people around you would always be discussed prior and clear communication is key. We do not want to make anyone feel uncomfortable. Of course, an NDA is part of this agreement."

It was impossible to look at him just yet. Her head was spinning. She was on the verge of crying and had to somehow hold herself together in front of all those people. She had to get out fast, like fast fast. She had her answer. He did not like her in the same way she liked him.

"Excuse me for a moment, I feel sick," she said and swiftly got up, nearly tripping over her own feet as she sprinted out.

part 11

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[casuallyawkardd]

Close Encounters of the Spiderkind Pt II

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x Single Mother!Reader

Summary: Your daughter needs a sitter at the last minute and no one else is available, at least that’s what you thought..

Warnings: Fluff, Miguel is still a softie around kids, your daughter is a menace to society, this is basically the Miggy and Vada show, I’m not fluent in Spanish so correct me if I mess up 

A/N: Here’s the part 2 ya’ll wanted so bad! Thank you for the lovely feedback from the last post, I appreciate you guys 💞 If you want to be tagged for future parts, be sure to join the TAGLIST

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Another month had passed since your little home visit with Miguel. Halfway between then and now, you had decided on sharing your little secret with the rest of the Spider Society. It was no surprise when the other spiders wanted to know more about your daughter, many insisting that you bring her in some time for them to meet. It was especially rewarding when Peter B and Jess heard the news. Granted, Jess was a bit annoyed that you had kept Vada a secret for so long and Peter thought you had deprived Mayday of a potential friend, but after the initial shock they were just as eager to meet her as the others. 

Everyone was surprised at how anticlimatic Miguel’s reaction was. “I already knew,” he would reply when someone would question his behavior, “it’s my job to know.” Ever the cocky asshole, O’Hara. 

The biggest pro to the whole of Spider Society knowing you had a kid was the near infinite amount of babysitters. And trusted ones at that. Except Ben...he was on probation for encourging Vada to hit a new PR with very big, very real weights. Hobie was on thin ice as well, in your opinion Vada was too young to be ‘sticking it to the man’ as he so generously put it. 

When Miguel finds you, you’re in the Go Home Machine control room. Weird, he definitely remembered assigning you an urgent mission. He saunters in, welcomed by the sound of Spider-Byte and you in a very heated discussion.

“Come on Margo, it’s only for a few hours. Vada is a good girl, she won’t get in the way of your work.”

“Nope, not gonna do it. It’s way too last minute, do you see how many anomalies I have to send out today? Plus, I don’t do kids. They're sticky and my equipment doesn't do sticky,” Margo says dismisively, her holgogram zooming around the room as she continues her work.

"My daughter is not sticky," you retort, spinning around in place trying to keep up with her, arms crossed, suited up and ready to go. Miguel recognizes the annoyed look on your face, glad he’s not on the receiving end of it for once, but he’s about to be.

“What’s the hold up? I told you to be on Earth-76C ten minutes ago.”

Your head snaps in his direction, frustration fading only slightly as you huff, “I know. I’m supposed to pick up Vada in an hour, but now I need someone to do it instead and watch her until I finish the mission,” you deadpan him, fidgetting with the Gizmo on your wrist. 

“Did you try-”

“Yes, yes, I’ve asked everyone. Jess is doing date night, Peter said Mayday is sick...” Miguel listens as you rattle off the excuses every spiderperson threw at you, listing every close friend of yours in the society. “...Her grandparents are out of town and my neighbor is the one watching her now, but she has plans tonight as well. So if you have any bright ideas-”

“I can watch her,” it’s so surprising to hear those words come out of Miguel's mouth that even Margo has stopped working to look at him, but his eyes are focused solely on you. Your mouth is moving, but no sound comes out as you try to form a coherent sentence. 

“I couldn’t-”

“It’s really no problem.”

“You’re probably busy-”

“I’m actually very free right now.”

You scoff, hands moving to your hips, “Did Lyla lock you out of your lab again when you went to go grab food from the cafeteria?”

His eyebrows furrow and his jaw tightens, “Do you need a sitter or not?”

Miguel had lost track of how long he was standing in the hall of your apartment building, holographic suit materialized into more fitting clothes for your universe. It felt like an abnormal amount of time, but was probably only a few minutes. Only one old lady going into her apartment looked at him funny, but that was most likely due to the uncomfortable look on his face. It’d been a long time since he’d had to look after a kid by himself, let alone one as young as Vada. 

He had seen her in passing, whenever you would pick up or drop her off with one of the other spiders who had agreed to watch her. You even introduced them one time, saying he was your boss. Vada had just stared at him, he couldn’t tell if it was with a look of fear, confusion or awe. He had no idea how she would react to him picking her up rather than her mother. 

His knuckles rapped against the door and Miguel could hear someone approach from the other side. When it opened he was greeted by a woman, looking to be around your age, maybe even younger. She did a double take when she saw him, but Miguel was used to that. There weren’t a lot of universes where being six foot nine was considered normal. 

“Can I...help you?” she asked him finally.

“M’name’s Miguel...I was told to pick up Vada,” he said simply and her eyes lit up in understanding.

“Oh! You’re who she was calling about,” she called Vada’s name over her shoulder, letting the little girl know it was time to go. “How do you know Y/N again?”

“We’re coworkers,” it wasn’t a lie technically. Miguel parroting what you had told him to say so he could pretend to be someone you knew from your day job. 

“You’re a scientist?”

Miguel paused, confused by the question until he realized she was talking about his...physique. Her eyes not very subtly giving him the up and down. “I...work out when I’m stressed.”

The corners of the woman's mouth briefly turned down in a 'hmph' before returning to their normal position, “Must be hella stressed.”

There was the pitter patter of feet, making Miguel glance past the woman as Vada came to the door. It was almost comical how small she was compared to him, the top of her head barely making it to his hip. The pig tails that were meant to be on top of her head were lopsided, one still in tact while one sagged sideways, and there was a wet spot on her t-shirt. Is that...drool?

“She woke up from a nap about ten minutes ago,” the woman seemed to pick up on his confusion. She knelt down beside Vada, the two hugging goodbye, “Are you okay going with him back to your apartment?” she asked the toddler. 

Vada bit her lip in thought, looking back at Miguel as if to stare him down....or rather up. “Hmmm...yeah. Bye Aunt Harrie,” Vada responds in a neutral tone, stepping through the doorway with a backpack almost as big as her slung over one shoulder.

Miguel exchanged pleasantries with her aunt before the three parted ways. He easily tugged the backpack off her shoulder and followed the little girl down the hallway. She seemed to know the way home, their destination only a few floors up. The rickety elavator opened for them and Miguel stepped in, stopping the doors from closing at the last minute when he saw Vada had yet to get in. 

She...just stood there. Staring at him. Is she scared? Toddlers can get irrational fears, maybe the elevator freaks her out? Then she wouldn’t be looking at that instead of staring at me? “Are you coming?” he finally asked, meeting her gaze when she looks back up at him.

“You have to say superhero jump.” Well that was blunt.

“¿Perdóname?”

“Huh?”

Miguel cleared his throat, “I mean, what are you talking about?”

“Mama always says ‘superhero jump!’ and then I do a reeeally big jump from here to there,” Vada talks with her hands, pointing at her feet and then the elevator.

That’s ridiculous, was what Miguel was going to say before he stopped himself, sighing. “Superhero jump.”

“You have to say it in a happy voice.”

“Superhero jump~,” Miguel’s voice raised an octave in mock enthusiasm, but it seemed to do the trick as Vada did her bathetic jump over the elevator gap. “...Wow, good job.”

“Thank you,” she said proudly as she stood on her tip toes to hit the button for their floor. 

The rest of the short trip was uneventful. Miguel did give Vada a sideways glance when she didn’t request he say ‘superhero jump’ when they got out, calling her actions inconsistent in his head. Like he wasn’t referring to a toddler. When he opened the door to the apartment, Vada was off. She started by running into the living room, stuttering to a stop before going to her mother’s room, then her own and even the bathroom.

Finally she stopped back in the living room where Miguel waited, “Where’s Mama?”

“She’s working, I’m watching you, remember?”

Vada’s nose scrunched at that, “I want Mama.”

“I’m sure you do, but you’ll just have to wait.”

The toddler’s foot stomped defiantly, “I want Mama now!”

“Vada,” Miguel huffed, squatting to be level with her. “Cálmate, your mother will be home in a couple hours. You’re a big girl right? You can wait,” Vada glared at him, but it was hard to take a three year old’s anger seriously when she looked cute expressing it. She then gasped dramatically, cheeks puffing out as she held the breath, little hands covering her nose and mouth. There was a moment of awkward silence as they stared at one another.

What was she-oh. Oh.

“Stop that, throwing a tantrum isn’t gonna change my answer,” Miguel said a bit more firmly, making sure to be somewhat gentle still. She didn’t budge. “Vada, ay coño, that’s enough.¿Quieres desmayarte?” Do you want to pass out?

He reached a hand out to grab her, maybe jostle some sense into her, but didn’t get the chance as she erupted into giggle when his hand grazed her side. Miguel was confused at first before realization hit, “Are you ticklish?” he teased.

Vada giggled again, her bad mood seeming to fade away almost instantly, “Noooo~,” she cooed. 

Miguel scoffed, the corners of his mouth turning up, “Alright, you’re not ticklish, but come on. I’m sure you don’t want to just stare at each other until your mom comes home. There’s gotta be something you want to do? Maybe play? What do you and your mom do for fun?”

The afternoon went by surprisingly fast. Vada was...quite the little firecracker. Very much her mother’s daughter. Not only did she look like a carbon copy of her mom, but she had the same mannerisms. The way her nose scrunched when she was displeased with something he said, the way she bit her bottom lip when thinking hard about something, it was like he was babysitting a tinier version of you. 

Vada played him like a fiddle, getting him to play pretend with her little toys, even convincing him to do different voices for each of the dolls she had assigned to him. Miguel was just glad no one else was around to witness this, he’d be spending the rest of his life threatening them to keep quiet. He became very aware of the drama at Vada’s preschool, the little girl filling him in on all the latest gossip, to which Miguel was listening to with an embarrassing amount of intrigue. 

“...now Becca isn’t talking to Daina because Daina laid next to Teddy during nap time,” Vada rambles on, absentmindedly rolling a toy truck across the floor. 

“Uh huh, because Becca like likes Teddy,” Miguel affirms, his deep, monotone voice a stark contrast to hers. He sat next to her on the ground, watching Vada as she continued to play, while detangling the hair of one of her dolls with a tiny, plastic brush. 

“Yup! And then Becca got mad and pushed Daina into the sandpit, so now Becca can’t play outside for pickup.”

“Tch! Puta...” Miguel mutters the phrase without even registering it, catching himself when he realizes how invested he’s gotten in petty gossip. A child’s petty gossip, no less. Domínese, O’Hara... 

“Puta.”

Miguel’s eyes widen, looking back at Vada. Did she just.. “Don’t say that word.”

“Why?”

“It’s a bad word.”

“Nuh-uh, my mommy knows all the bad words and she's never said that one.”

“It is.”

“Poooootaaaaah~” Vada enunciates, giggling at how annoyed Miguel gets when she says it. Before Miguel can scold her once more, the clicking of the front door alerts them of your arrival, both Vada and Miguel’s head snapping to watch as you come in and shut the door behind you. 

It had been a more difficult mission than you had anticipated. The Sandman from your earth was reeking havoc in another dimension. Seemed like an easy fix, until you discovered there was another Sandman from a different universe also in the mix. After some sloppy web work, a little assistance from the spider of that universe and a few bruised ribs, you had them captured and returned to HQ to be sent back to their respective earths. The damage to your body was minimal, for someone with superhuman abilities, a good night’s rest would have you back to normal.

The door had hardly been shut when the familiar tapping of Vada’s feet on the hardwood approaches you. And as usual, you crouch down to accept her embrace, this time wincing slightly as her little body collides into yours, your toddler oblivious to the injuries you had sustained. She wastes no time talking your ear off, telling you how her day was at Aunt Harrie’s and her evening with Miguel.

Miguel, speaking of, stood in the archway that connected the kitchen to the living room to watch the interaction unfold. You don’t see it, but the sight of you watching as Vada eagerly chatters brings a smile to his face, just a small one, as he admired the relationship between mother and daughter. When you glance his way, he averts his gaze to the ground and clears his throat stiffly. 

“Well, sweet girl, it sounds like you had a busy day,” you say, looking back at your daughter. She’s beaming at you, a sight that always warms your heart no matter how many times you see it. “Come on, let’s get dinner started.” Vada moves like someone who’s never eaten, bolting to the kitchen counter and crawling onto one of the bar stools. 

“Can Miggy have dinner too?” she asks, fidgetting excitedly in her seat. The question makes you pause, stopping just as you were about to fill an empty pot with water. After hemming and hawing for a moment, Vada decides to turn her attention to the man in question, “Can you, Miggy? Can you?”

Miguel’s eyes narrow, jaw set as he thinks of what to say, Vada waiting with bated breath. “Well...”

“It’s fine.” You finally find your voice again. 

Miguel turns his attention to you now, “It is?”

“Yeah, I don’t see why not,” you shrug simply, “that is if you want to stay for dinner.” Miguel purses his lips as he thinks over your offer and you try not to chuckle at the sight.

“...What are you making?”

“Boxed Mac n Cheese.”

He scoffs, “That doesn’t sound very-”

“Mac n Cheese is my favorite!” Vada chimes in, “Mama always gets the one’s shaped like unicorns and rainbows cuz they taste better.”

Her words make Miguel pause again, finally letting out a deep breath through his nose, “Sure, I’ll stay for dinner.”

You smile mischievously, “We’re happy to have you, ‘Miggy~.’”

“Don’t push your luck.”

Dinner with you and your daughter was surprisingly pleasant. Miguel didn’t say much as he shoved the cheap pasta and cheese down his throat, watching you interact with your daughter. It was domestic, almost peaceful. Afterward Miguel offers to do the dishes while you put Vada down for the night. He excuses himself once done, thanking you for the meal and making sure to leave out the part that, for dinner being a cheap box of mac n cheese, it was the best meal he had had in a long time. 

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[dear-mrs-otome]

Jude's 'Love Kiss' from CE

The shitbrained summary version, definitely inaccurate somewhere but you'll get the gist:

Opens on Kate all, OOOH PRETTY FLOWERS Lovely summer breeze, this is heavenly, I could stay here forever 😍

Then the lovely scene is interrupted by a voice bitching that she can't laze about there and never pay them back, and Kate's thinking, nani the fuck, is that Jude's voice? Crap he's right I can't be in debt to him!

She jerks awake and promptly chokes up a shitload of water, looking around all blearily. BEAUTIFUL PLACE GONE :( Ellis is there, banging her on the back asking if she's okay and such, and she says ya she's alright. Ellis tells her, dang girl you nearly drowned!

She's thinking, holy crap was that garden THE AFTERLIFE? If not for Jude's voice, she might still be there, DED. The idea is kinda freaking her out tbh, so she hugs herself.

Jude sighs that it's bit cold for a swim ffs, and Kate's tells him she wasn't swimming, there was this child drowning so she wanted to save them??? She's panicked a moment over whether the kiddo is okay, and Ellis assures her they are - they went off to a doctor to get checked out but seemed fine, just cold. She's relieved and asks, did Ellis save her then? He sets the record straight though, telling her nope, not me, I didn't get here in time - Jude hauled you back to shore and gave you mouth to mouth.

Cue Kate all…..Jude????

She finally notices that he's soaking wet too, and Jude offers her a smarmy line about how it sucks for her she didn't get kissed awake by a ✨prince✨ - she got the wizard. Kate says, no actually thanks a bunch but record scratch wait. Mouth to mouth?????

Jude: That's usually the standard first aid when someone's drowned duh

Then Jude bitches at her for getting all blushy over something like that and how she's gonna make him look stupid for saving her dumb ass. Finishing with exasperation, all …ugh whatever, I'm soaking wet and I'm going home, get ur ass to the doctor just in case. He chucks his jacket at her with a comment about how she's putting on a show (cause her clothes are wet and plastered and see-through) and it'll cause him problems and look bad to be seen with her like that so cover up. She's swimming in the jacket when she puts it on but it's warm and dry and smells like him and she has to scold herself BAD HEART NO SKIPPING BEATS.

Just about then Ellis tells them both to look up, and Jude's startled to see there's some leftover Christmas decoration or something in the tree above, with some mistletoe. Kate's thinking, oh dang, isn't there some superstition about how if a couple kisses under the mistletoe they'll be together forever?? DOES MOUTH TO MOUTH COUNT?

From the look Jude's giving her as he glances at her it seems obvious to us that Kate's every thought is probably plain as day in her expressions. He rips the decoration down, shoves it at Ellis and tells him: Burn it.

Ellis takes off immediately to do just that, and Kate begins all, uh….soooo…. Jude….

He stops her though and says, you don't actually believe in that superstition right?

Kate: PFFT N-NO >.> why, do you? Jude obesrves that she's a shit liar, before grabbing her arm and saying that he's gonna shove a new superstition into that ditzy head of hers. And with that he yanks her in and kisses her for real this time…but she can't help noticing how there's no warmth to it, not with the both of them freezing cold from the river and such. When he finally pulls back pointedly, Kate is thinking the icy kiss was like proving there's no love between them.

Jude proclaims that kissing under the same spot NEGATES the first kiss, so there - Cancelled. Nulled and voided.

Kate just….okayyyy. Clearly she knows he's just made this up, and she's wondering why the heck he would even bother kissing her again to make up for HER superstition. Does he hate the concept of it THAT much? Because, obviously, they aren't a couple. It wouldn't even apply. They're clearly not making some FOREVER PROMISE to each other.

…But it still kinda stings for some reason she can't explain.

She's chalking it up to the discrepancy between how glad she'd felt that Jude had saved her, and the NOPE attitude here, but Jude says that basically, just a kiss isn't worth it/enough to pledge TOGETHER FOREVER over. Clearly offended by the very idea. Kate's all, what, is a vow that bad??

And Jude simply says:

There's no such thing as forever.

It takes her a second to figure out how that's an answer to her question, and then it clicks. It's not that Jude dislikes the idea of a promise. It's that Jude always keeps his, and if 'forever' doesn't exist like that, he's not going to make that promise because he can't keep it. Nothing is forever, ergo a promise of eternity is bound to be broken, and therefore Jude would never make it. And Kate's thinking, GDI that's actually really sincere of him. People can lie to themselves too, about love and 'staying together forever'…but even if it's just a silly superstition, Jude never makes a promise he can't keep.

She wonders to herself if��� someday, he might find someone he wants to pledge forever to. And she's musing how despite bitching and everything, he didn't hesitate to save her. She's spent enough time around him by now to know that he's not a bad man at heart. How behind all his ruthlessness and arrogance, he's not truly cruel at all.

…Someday, someone's going to notice that side of Jude and snag him. And that thought unsettles her, for some reason she can't explain.

[missmielyhoran]

You're losing me

inspired by a heartbreaking song by my mother, Taylor Swift

Face claim- Maddison Beer

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DailyMail 'As it was' singer, Harry Styles and Popstar Y/N Y/L/N broke up after 5 years of dating

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Harryfan1 I refuse to believe this

Y/Nfan2 it's a ✨️no✨️ from me

Y/Nfan3 Nope they're getting married next month

Harryfan2 someone tell me this is a prank or fake news or something

Y/Nfan1 I don't believe shit until Y/N says something

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DailyMail Photo surfaces of Harry and Y/N having argument yesterday in front of a restaurant

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Harryfan1 First off all fuck paps and fuck them for not giving them privacy

Y/Nfan2 What- look at her face omg

Harryfan3 Love Harry to death but wtf did that man do

Harryfan2 No they're my parents :(

Y/Nfan1 I'm crying like a child in divorce

A month later-

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Yourinstagram I wouldn't marry me either a pathological people pleaser

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Y/Nfan2 NEW MUSIC???

Harryfan1 God damn she's going all in

sabrinacarpenter None of you are rady for what she's cooking

Y/Nfan1 don't scare us!

Y/Nfan3 she's going to break all of our hearts

Y/Nfan1 Fuck Harry! His loss!

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DailyMail Video of Harry Styles making out with model emily ratajkowski is going viral

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Harryfan2 I know a pr when I see one

Y/Nfan2 WTF?!

Y/Nfan1 He got out of a 5 year relationship and is making out with some model a month later?

Harryfan2 He's allowed to move on, he doesn't need your approval smh

Harryfan1 I don't know how to feel

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Yourinstagram My heart won't start anymore for you

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Y/Nfan1 Girl stop teasing us

Y/Nfan3 I'm so excited to drag Harry

Harryfan1 I won't survive this I just know

Y/Nfan2 If anyone says something bad they will catch these hands just know

Harryfan3 She's going to milk this for her benefit

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Yourinstagram You're losing me out now

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sabrinacarpenter Bestie this is too sad...i love it

Yourinstagram Thanks babe❤️

Harryfan1 I'm definitely not crying in Taco Bell's parking lot

Y/Nfan2 I'm unwell

Y/Nfan3 If this is the first song, she's going to have to pay my therapy bill when album comes out

Harryfan3 Mid

Y/Nfan1 Onw to Harry's, I just want to talk

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Yourinstagram You're losing me mv on midnight?

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Y/Nfan1 she looks like an angel

Harryfan2 OMG YESS

sabrinacarpenter Yes yes and yes

tchalamet Yes queen serve us

tchalamet you look absolutely breathtaking btw❤️

Y/Nfan3 Timmy what are you doing here

Yourinstagram Thanks Timmy

Y/Nfan1 Timmy and Y/N back? Yes absolutely!

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Y/Nupdates Y/N spotted hanging out with her ex Timothee

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Y/Nfan2 OMG

Y/Nfan1 I love them smm

Harryfan1 idc if they're friends or dating I love them together

Harryfan3 Now no one is saying she just got out of relationship why is she making out smh the double standards

Y/Nfan1 First it's been a long time and second she's not eating his face in front of everyone when the breakup is still fresh

Y/Nfan3 the comments are not it🙃

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Part 2

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Leah x OC

This is the start of something Im playing around with. Feedback is appreciated, or ideas/suggestions.

She took one last look in the mirror. It was just dinner with a friend, but being a public figure meant more eyes were usually on her than most. A pair of comfortable designer jeans she had gotten from a photo shoot and a maroon fitted jumper made it look like she wasn’t trying too hard without looking like she didn’t care at all.

She tousled her hair one more time before grabbing her phone and heading to the door to grab her black winter coat and purse. The restaurant was only a few blocks from her place so it wasn’t worth the bother to drive. She didn’t mind the walk either, some of the houses on her street always went all out with their light displays and holiday decorations. Tonight was the first chance she got to walk by and enjoy them.

She was around the corner from the restaurant when her phone went off with a text notification. Even before she pulled it out of her pocket she knew what it was going to be.

Lessi: So sorry Lee, can’t make it tonight. Can we reschedule for later this week?

“Really Russo.” Leah said under her breath as she continued walking. She should have known Alessia was going to cancel. United was in town, which meant Ella was in town, and Alessia always ditched plans with others to hang out with her best friend instead. At least the last time this happened she gave a few hours advance notice. Not 5 minutes before they were supposed to meet.

Lee: Yeah, that’s fine. Tell Tooney I said hello, and I would appreciate it if she could put a few in against Chelsea tomorrow.

Leah stepped into the restaurant and headed for the bar. If she was going to be dining solo, there was no need to get a table. At least at the bar top her back was to the other patrons and she could enjoy a meal in relative peace.

The restaurant wasn’t terribly busy, but there was only one open seat at the bar. Thankfully it was at the end so she would only be sitting next to one stranger instead of being sandwiched between two. Leah crossed her fingers that the guy she was about to sit next to didn’t try and hit on her all night.

“This seat taken?” She asked politely walking up behind the seat.

“Nope. You’re more than welcome to it. Let me scoot over and give you a bit more room.” The person replied in a very obvious American accent and a deep but distinctly feminine voice.

“Oh.” Leah was caught off guard by her incorrect assumption. “I appreciate that, thank you.” She told the person as she took off her coat and placed it on the back of the chair.

After she was settled, a waiter behind the bar walked up. “Ms. Williamson, pleasure to see you again.” They said as they handed her a menu. “Start you with a drink?”

“Thank you. Glass of chardonnay, please.”

“Sure thing.” They said and then headed back down the bar.

“Regular here, huh?” The person next to her asked as they took a sip of their drink without looking in her direction.

“Not really. Only been in a few times.” She replied quietly, not really wanting to drawn much attention to herself.

“Ah, then clearly they watch women's football. As they should.”

And clearly this person knew who she was too.

“Mmm, yeah, I guess.” Was all Leah said in response.

There was silence after that, the stranger going back to their drink. They had their phone propped up on the bar watching what Leah guessed was a replay of the U.S. game against China PR from the week prior.

Leah couldn’t help herself. “What do you think of the Emma Hayes move?”

The stranger turned and faced her for the first time and Leah was struck by piercing blue eyes. Their hair was light brown and cut in a more masculine style, buzzed on the sides with the top longer and brushed back and towards one side. They had a strong jawline, but the rest of their features were what Leah would describe as soft almost. The perfect balance of masculine and feminine. Definitely not Leah’s type, but she wasn’t blind, they were very attractive.

“I think we’ll finally start utilizing the talent we have properly and stop banging our head against a wall repeatedly doing the same thing when it obviously doesn’t work. And I’m not naive, things aren’t going to change overnight. We have a young group we’re still trying to get together on the same page, but maybe they’ll all start going in the same direction at least.” The stranger finished.

“So you weren’t a fan of Vlatko I’m guessing?”

“Absolutely not. He was boring, soft, his lineups and tactics were questionable at best. I didn’t like the hire from the get go and I think he was there too long.” The stranger took a sip of their drink. “I think the powers that be got a much needed reality check. We can’t accept mediocrity and still expect to win. The women’s game has changed. Other countries are finally starting to invest in their women’s programs and youth levels bit by bit, and they are coming for the US, Germany. Being a top 5 team in the world doesn’t mean your success is a guarantee like it might have in the past.”

The waiter walked over then with Leah’s wine. She gave him her order, not bothering to even open the menu, just ordering the same chicken dish had gotten the last time she was there.

“What do you think of the move? Has a bit of an impact on league and country. Her leaving one rival and going to another so to speak.” The stranger asked over her glass before taking another sip.

“Oh, umm. It is quite the shake up. I admit I’m curious who will fill her role at Chelsea. But I’m not sure I have much to say about her taking over the U.S. team. At least not at the moment.” Leah really wasn’t looking to get into any type of potential disagreement or the like with an American about their countries football team. Keeping neutral was best.

“Fair enough.” The stranger gave a slow head nod and turned back to the game on her phone.

Leah took a sip of her wine and watched the game over the strangers shoulder. They must of had a 6th sense because they moved their phone in between the two of them without a word.

“They’re definitely disjointed. Struggling to connect between the defense and the attackers. And they can’t seem to string more than 3 passes together before they lose it.” Leah let her thoughts roll out.

“Like I said, not on the same page. There are a lot of fresh faces, which I love. But they need more time together for sure. That would help with the fluidity issue. They still need to get used to Sonnett playing the 6. I think her energy in the middle still catches some of them off guard. The speed of Thompson is hard for some to keep up with and anticipate what she’s trying to do. There is just a lot of change.” The stranger replied without so much as a glance in Leah’s direction.

It was oddly comfortable talking to a stranger about football as if Leah wasn’t really a part of that world. This person wasn’t asking her about her injury recovery, wasn’t asking or saying anything that actually had to do with Leah in any way. It was a rather nice change from her usual encounters with strangers who knew who she was and what she did for a living.

They continued watching the game in relative silence, just throwing out random comments about a play or player sporadically until Leah’s order arrived.

The waiter placed the plate in front of Leah on the bar. “Anything else I can get ya?” He asked.

“No, I think I’m alright for the time being. Thank you.” Leah gave him a polite smile.

The waiter turned to the stranger. “Another round RJ?”

“Nah, I think I’m good Colin.” The stranger pulled out their wallet and laid a bill on the bar top. “You know the drill.”

Colin, the waiter, let out a hearty laugh. “Yeah, yeah. Keep the change. You keep tipping me like this I’m going to have to start buying your rounds.” He waved the bill at her. A £50 note.

“I might let you do that. Once. But we’ll see.” The stranger, or well, RJ as the waiter had called them, got up from their chair and began putting on a camel hair coat that had been laying over the chair.

As they buttoned up their coat, Leah could help but notice how tall they were. The waiter looked to be about 6 foot, and RJ didn’t seem too far off in comparison.

“Ms. Williamson,” RJ broke Leah out of her mental calculation on their height. “It was very nice to meet you. Maybe we’ll see each other around sometime.”

“Oh, yes. It was nice to meet you as well, umm RJ?” Leah questioned. Not sure if she was to call them that or not.

“Enjoy your meal.” RJ bowed their head slightly, turned and walked away.

“RJ’s an interesting one.” The waiter said as they picked up the empty glass and wiped down the surface where RJ had been seated.

“How’d ya mean?”

“They have a drink or two, and then always hand over a £50 note. Won’t accept change even though the tab is usually less than £20.” He shook his head.

“Are they a regular?” Leah asked.

“Not sure if I would call them a regular just yet. They only moved from America about a month and a half ago, they said. Some digital job of some sort.” He shrugged. “Just holler if you need anything else.” He turned and headed back down the bar.

[dyinglikenarcissus]

Chapter 6. All Good Things Come to those Who Can Wait

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Warnings: 18+ only. Virgin’s first time. It starts off gentle but it definitely gets rough

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There’s a knock at your door far too early in the morning. You scrub your eyes and try to discern if it was part of a dream or real life.

Another knock makes you finally sit up.

You blink around your bedroom blearily. You weren’t expecting any packages or visitors. Maybe it was surprise PR…

You finally kick your feet to the floor and shuffle to the living room. You pull the step stool you keep near the door in place and check who’s outside.

“Bucky?” You whisper to yourself. Jethro chirps happily next to you as if confirming the visitor is his favorite babysitter.

“Good morning, princess!” He greets far too cheerfully for this early in the morning. “Were you asleep?”

“Who isn’t? It’s 5am on a Saturday,” you mumble and fall into his hug.

“It’s a good thing I brought you coffee,” he laughs and hands you a Dutch Bros cup. This is the most cheerful you’ve seen him since your wedding day. And he stopped up north for this? “I need you to pack up your shit and the pipsqueak.”

Your eyes widen at the statement. What did that mean? Were there more feds? Is there another trial? Are you running from someone?

“What’s going on?” You frown up at the giant brunet. “Is something… happening?”

Bucky snorts out a laugh. “No. You’re going on vacation.”

“Vacation? What? Now? Where? It’s almost Halloween! And the wedding!”

Bucky gives you a pointed look. He still hasn’t had that talk apparently.

“Am I going to Disney Shanghai?” You ask, changing the subject quickly.

“No.”

“Then I’m good.”

“Girl, if you don’t go pack your stuff!” Sam calls as he enters the door. You cry out his name and jump into his arms. “It’s been far too long,” he laughs into your hair.

“Missed you,” you whisper.

“We missed you, too.”

“Even Bucky?” You laugh.

“I may have missed Jethro more. All you do is steal my best friend and eat hot chips,” the brunet jokes as he scoops up your cat. “But I do miss our coffee runs.”

“He stopped going to Starbucks after you moved back home.”

“It’s because they support Israel or something. I’m trying to be proactive.”

“Yeah, right. And not because I told you that on the flight over,” Sam smirks.

“I know stuff!” Bucky defends himself. You giggle at their antics. You didn’t realize how much you missed them.

“What am I packing for exactly?” You ask, stopping an argument from breaking out.

“It’s a surprise,” Sam grins.

“But bring plenty of swimsuits."

“And sunscreen.”

“And if you have one of those big sun hats like the girls on Insta have, you might want to bring one of those.”

“Okay, so beach maybe? There’s a beach 30 minutes from here. Why do I need to go anywhere?”

“Why do you have to be so difficult?” Bucky sighs. You roll your eyes at his statement.

“How long?”

“However long you want,” Sam smiles.

“You know, Steve promised no more surprises after Sausalito,” you sigh and cross your arms over your chest. The man gets locked up for a couple of years and it’s like everything he said was forgotten.

“Yeah, well, Stevie ain’t here,” Bucky grins.

“And unless your grandpa was murdered on a private island, we doubt you’ll be upset.”

“Private island?”

“See! Now you’ve told her!” Bucky sighs and falls onto your couch. “Oh shit! No shoes in the house, huh?” He asks and starts pulling off his shoes and tosses them near the door.

“Steve did say no surprises,” Sam shrugs and slips off his shoes. “Do you need help packing?”

You let out a deep sigh. It’s not like you had things planned…

“No. Just give me a couple of hours.”

“Take your time,” Sam bids.

“You got Netflix?” Bucky asks making himself comfortable.

“Nope. Just Disney, Discovery, and Amazon. Watch the Property Brother,” you laugh as you walk into your bedroom.

“The new season of The Boys started,” you hear Sam state as you walk away.

An unknown time on a private island. What do I even pack?

A couple of hours later, you start cleaning the toilets and the kitchen. You don’t want to leave your little condo in a state that looked like it was lived in. You mother would turn over in her grave.

“Okay, guys. I’m going to run the trash outside and I’ll be ready.”

“I got it,” Bucky grunts and stands up.

“Are you sure? Do you know where it is?”

“No. But I’m sure you’ll tell me.” You giggle and give him instructions on the trash and recycling before ushering Jethro into his carrier.

“Okay. Chargers? Cell phones? Camera? Cables…yeah. Oh! Almost forget your lime!” You exclaim and start to look around for the catnip lime toy. You get on the floor to look under the couch.

“Why is there a lime under the couch?” Sam laughs.

“It’s a toy. Kamala got it for him for his birthday and he loves it.”

“Like that one under the curtain?”

You whip around to see where’s he’s pointing.

“That’s it!” You crawl over to it and toss it in a bag with the rest of his food and toys. “Alright. I think I’m ready now.” Bucky returns just as the words leave your mouth.

“About damn time,” the brunet sighs. “I wanna go home.”

“I’m not the one who burst into your house at 5 am and told someone to pack for an unknown amount of time to go to some beach. Could be rainy. Could be hot. Could be cold. Who knows! I had to wash my clothes and my towels-”

“Hey, hey, hey. Relax,” Sam plays referee as usual, taking your bag and ushering everyone out the door. “You’re going to love this. Don’t waste your energy fighting him. That’s all he wants.”

You roll your eyes and glare at Bucky before pressing past him with Jethro on your shoulder.

You do have to admit: you miss this. Sam and Bucky checked in on you about once a month. But it was always a quick phone call to see if you needed anything or to make sure you got the money they sent you.

Steve did promise to take care of you. You didn’t know ‘taking care’ meant you were now making six figures for being a man’s wife.

This must be what the trad wives are aspiring to have. And you don’t even have to cook and clean to get it.

You finally get to fall back asleep on the plane, curled up on the seat as Jethro plays in the cabin. You aren’t sure what Bucky and Sam are up to and you honestly couldn’t care less. You were exhausted.

The plane eventually lands at a tiny airport somewhere in South America.

“You gotta take a boat from here, princess,” Bucky sighs after waking you up and you ask what’s going on.

“You can keep Jethro if you want or we can take him back to New York,” Sam offers.

“Wait. Are you two leaving me?” You ask.

“It’s a short ride. You’ll be fine. You’re a big girl,” Bucky smirks.

You narrow your eyes at him. “I’ll keep my cat, thank you very much.”

“You sure? You might just want to relax,” Sam offers. You’ve never met two men who thought your cat was such a burden.

“No. What do you think he’s going to do? He’s a cat,” You laugh

“Just making sure,” Sam grins

“You two are being so weird.”

The two of them escort you and your luggage to a yacht docked at the ocean.

“Alright, princess. Be good. Have fun. Don’t do anything crazy,” Bucky bids giving you a half hug.

“Have fun. Enjoy the weather. It should be pretty mild this week,” Sam grins before pulling you into a bear hug.

“Too bad you two have to head back,” you sigh. “You could’ve told me to bring a friend.”

“Nah, this trip is all about peace and quiet.”

Peace and quiet, huh?

You’ve been running from that for two years. Peace and quiet only brought of thoughts of regret and longing and how much you missed him…

Yeah, you’ll definitely need Jethro.

You wave your goodbyes and find a spot on the upper deck to watch the waves.

Shit. You had no idea he would get seasick.

You eye his carrier dubiously before asking the captain, “How long is the ride?”

“About 20 minutes, ma’am.”

He can handle it for 20 minutes…

He could not handle 20 minutes. Suddenly this thrust upon you vacation can’t end fast enough.

Your head is splitting by the time you made dock. You rush after the captain to get on dry land. You don’t even notice the world around you as you rush inside.

“Okay, baby. Okay. Just give me a second.” You find the first room that seems to be closed off and release the poor cat just for him to throw up on the tile floor. “Oh, baby,” you coo and rub his back. Hopefully there are plenty of paper towels in this house. “Mommy’s sorry. Let it out.” He throws up again and starts to walk off. He must be done.

“Okay. Stay here. Don’t touch that. I’ll be right back.”

You leave the room, closing the door behind you. You find the paper towels and thank the captain for bringing in your luggage before tending to your cat and finally taking a chance to breathe.

He put your stuff in the master bedroom which gave you the chance to explore the house.

Wow!

It really is beautiful. This must be one of Steve’s millions of homes. Completely modern fixtures, an infinite pool that ended at the ocean. Not another soul for miles. And the land outside was a lush jungle. You expected a little monkey to pop out a tree at any moment.

Maybe Sam and Bucky were onto something when they sent you out here. Your creativity was waning lately. Your channel was suffering but you honestly just weren’t interested in anything. You kind of just wanted to live. It was nice that you didn’t have to rely on a pay check anymore and you could finally focus on what you wanted to do.

But you had not idea what you wanted to do…

You sigh as you finish unpacking and finally release your cat from confinement.

“You feeling better?” You ask him as he rubs against your legs. It was easier just to let him recoup in isolation than to have him throwing up all over the house.

“Are you hungry?” He chirps happily. You step into the fully stocked kitchen fill a bowl with his cat food before stipulating your own meal. They even got your favorite chips and sour candy! And Biscoff cookie butter! You snatch the tub and spoon and let out a content sigh before feeding your cat.

There’s a fresh platter of sushi and sesame chicken in refrigerator just waiting for you. You microwave the chicken and grab a glass of rosé and make your way out to the patio.

Your food is all set up but the view is calling to you. You can’t help but lean over the railing and watch the sunset over the ocean.

Jethro slinks through the open door and rubs against your leg before letting out a happy chirp.

“It’s beautiful, huh?” You ask the cat, bending down to scratch his head.

“I’ll never get over that view.”

You stiffen at that voice. You know that voice. It wasn’t Sam or Bucky or even Natasha or Scott.

This was a voice you hadn’t heard in over two years.

The tears start to prickle your eyes before you even look at him.

You turn slowly.

There he is. Leaning against the door frame, big arms crossed across his broad chest. His blond hair is perfectly done as it had always been. That thick beard was back in full force. His ocean eyes sparkle as he watches you, giving you a quick once over before a smirk graces his full lips.

“Ocean’s pretty nice, too.”

You rush into his arms. He lets out a soft oof as he catches you and you wrap your legs around his hips.

“Missed you so much, star,” Steve sighs into your hair.

“Missed you,” you mutter into his neck. The tears start to fall but you just cling to him even tighter.

Steve chuckles lightly and sits down on the bed. “I’m not going to disappear. Promise.”

“Don’t trust you,” you sniffle.

“I don’t blame you.” He holds you like that for a moment while you take him all in. His scent, his solid body under you, the feel of him.

“I didn’t mean to interrupt your meal,” Steve mutters as he strokes your hair, gripping your twists lightly as his fingers tangle there.

“Oh!” You sit up to watch him. “Are you hungry? There was a bunch of food in the fridge so I figured it was for me.”

“You were going to eat my sushi?” Steve asked so seriously that you tense up.

“Was it yours?” You asks sheepishly.

“You think I would just order myself food and nothing for my wife?” He smirks.

Your shoulders relax and you let out a laugh. “I wonder about you a lot,” you counter.

“Such a fucking smart ass.” You can’t help but smile and tuck your face back into his neck. “Let’s go eat.”

You get him a plate and a glass of whiskey.

He immediately takes a sip and groans in pleasure. “That’s good,” he sighs.

“What was it like being locked up?” You asked sheepishly.

“Not terrible actually. I was on like the lightest level. I had my own apartment, a chef, a maid, a full gym. People came to visit all the time even though I asked them not to. It was like being at home but under constant surveillance. I even had a cell phone,” he chuckles.

You just watch him for a second processing what he said. It didn’t sound any different than regular life. Except for one thing.

“You never asked to see me?”

He lets out a heavy sigh before running his fingers through his hair. “Star, I missed you so much. Part of me was gone. But I know you and I knew you couldn’t be there.”

“What?” You bark.

“You never listen and you have to always ask a million questions. Especially after a direct order not to talk about something.”

“A direct order?”

“Star, I know you told your friends everything. I knew I couldn’t trust you.”

“I don’t owe you anything, Steve! I’m not one of your lackeys!”

“No, you’re not. But I’d rather not see you for two years than have conjugal visits for the rest of my life!” You blink at him at his out burst before averting your gaze.

“I just wish I knew what was going on,” you whisper, pushing your empty plate away.

He sighs again and stands up, taking the empty plates. “I’m going to work on it. I don't want anymore secrets between us.”

“Really?”

“Really.” He places a kiss on your forehead as he walks back inside the house. You let him handle it. He spent two years being catered to on the government’s dime. He can cater to you for an evening.

You cross your legs and pull out your phone. You feel extremely conflicted all of the sudden. You were so happy to have your husband. But all you can do is be upset with him…

You groan and scrub your eyes.

Steve returns about ten minutes later with his sleeves rolled up showing off his massive forearms and making your mouth water. You almost forget why you’re mad at him…

He holds out his hand for you. “Come on. Let’s go sit by the water.”

You ignore his hand and stand up to lead the way outside. You hear Steve sigh and he catches your hand, not letting you get too far without him.

“We’re on an island alone. No one’s going to attack me,” you bite, glaring at his hand.

“God forbid I missed my wife after two years,” Steve bites back.

“You could’ve had me whenever you wanted.”

“If I was in there for life, I could never get my vasectomy reversed! We could never have a kid! I’d be in maximum security and couldn’t see you as often as I want-“

“Why couldn’t you just trust me?” You turn on him.

“I’m sorry!” He shouts back. “Okay? I’m sorry! I’m sorry I didn’t trust you. I didn’t even give you the chance. I’m sorry I kept so much from you. I should have let you in. I just-I’m just-“ He lets out a frustrated growl before releasing your hand and stalking toward the water.

Shit.

He’s never done that before. Your calm, cool, collected husband seems to have finally snapped.

Maybe you should call Sam or Bucky…

No! This is your husband. You can handle this. You refill his glass and top off your wine and follow him out to the beach. You find him sitting in an Adirondack chair staring off into the horizon. You missed seeing him like this. His golden hair shines in the dimming light. His bright blue eyes glitter slightly.

You take a deep breath before stepping up to him.

“I’m sorry,” you offer handing him his drink. “I was kind of intense. You just got home and I’m stressing you out.”

He gives you a once over before accepting the drink and pulling you into his lap.

“Don’t apologize. I’m…broken. It’s not your fault.”

You sigh softly as you fall into lap. “You’re not broken. You’re just old and your back and knees hurt.” He lets out a soft chuckle at that. At least you can still make him laugh. “I told you before we got married that I want to be your peace. I want to be your confidant. You told me I had to earn that. I was so weak after the wedding. I made a mistake but I didn’t tell anyone else. They promised not to tell anyone else. I obeyed. I did as I was told for two years. I think I’ve earned something.”

“You have, star.” He takes a deep breath and a swig of his drink. “Alright. Where do I start?”

“The beginning,” you prompt and get comfortable.

“Okay. Well, Bucky was abducted by this guy name Johann. His street name is Red Skull. He runs this nazi gang called Hydra in Europe.”

“What?” You ask skeptically.

“Yeah. I know right? Racism does indeed still exist. Sam and I thought Buck was dead for years. Everyone said he was dead. We had a funeral and everything. Bucky was my yes man and I needed some kind of muscle. Sam tried to step in when he could but he’s such a pacifist. Always trying to help people. I needed someone that would fuck someone up, no questions asked. One day, along comes this guy named Rumlow.”

“He’s the one the FBI guy asked about?” Your eyes widened at the revolution and that you have some degree of knowledge about the characters in his story.

“The one and only,” Steve sighs bitterly. “Tony recommended him. Said he’s got nothing but love for the guy. He was trying to get out of California so he came to me. I put him through the ringer. Had him sell drugs to cops, smuggle stuff from overseas, print weapons. He did it all flawlessly. I don’t know, maybe a year goes by and I finally let him into the circle. All is going good until I hear about Tony and his big ugly tower in Manhattan.

“Tony and his family have always kept to the west coast. Fury ruled the East until I took over. This tower was like a war declaration and shit hit the fan. Alliances were tested. Rumlow didn’t make the cut,” He states simply.

“What happened?” You ask softly.

“I don’t tolerate double crossers. He had one foot in my camp, one foot in Tony’s, one in Hydra’s, and one in the feds.”

Shit! “He's a government nazi?”

“Was.”

“Shit,” you whisper out loud this time. This was legitimate gang stuff. No wonder this Rumlow guy it was so important.

“It brought about the rare occasion of Tony and I working together.”

“So, that’s why he came to the wedding?” Steve hums positively while running his fingers along the grain of the chair’s arm. “And you guys are a united force?”

“For now. It’s shaky.”

You take a deep breath. “Wow,” you sigh out.

“And you, my little star, happened to be filming your little video on my dock at the exact same moment I was taking care of mine and Tony’s ‘problem’.”

“What was even on my video because I didn’t hear anything?”

This was it. Your chance to finally get an answer to this three year dilemma.

“Tony’s yacht, Rumlow’s car, the address which was mine. All in one place after Rumlow was last seen at his New York office.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, ‘oh’,” Steve smirks.

“And all this time I thought you were over reacting.” Steve lifts his brows in silent disagreement. “Okay. From this point, no more secrets?”

“No more secrets,” Steve agrees. He tucks a finger under your chin directing your gaze to his. “That means you, too. Sam said you’ve been playing fast and loose with my black card.”

Your face heats.

“I didn’t think you’d find out about that,” you whisper.

“You didn’t think I’d wonder where a million dollars went?”

“No! No! Sam told me to help out with the philanthropy thing so I did!”

“And I want to hear it from you,” he smirks.

“Okay, well,” you start defensively, crossing your arms over your chest. “I donated a wing at UCLA for Kahhori’s Choctaw program. And I donated to Marvel’s women of color program so Kamala can write her own story. And I made a scholarship program for Kate’s archery school so 100 students can go tuition free.”

“Very nice, star,” Steve smiles. “But there’s about $10 grand unaccounted for.”

“What?” You whisper.

His ocean eyes narrow. “On February 10, to a Dr. Steven Strange in Beverly Hills?”

“Oh, that,” you laugh nervously. “Um, I honestly didn’t think you would notice that.” Especially because it came out of your bank account…

“Well, I did. Talk.”

“Okay,” you say slowly. “I got a breast augmentation.”

“A breast augmentation?” He repeats as formally as you said it making you smile. His fingers strum along your hip comfortably.

“Yes. A breast augmentation.”

“Do I get to see them?”

“I mean, you technically paid for them,” you concede.

“It’s still your body.”

“I want you to see them,” you whisper.

“Oh, you want me to see them?” He grins, gripping your hips with both hands so you’re straddling his waist. You smile, biting your bottom lip and nod.

You squirm in his lap for a moment before removing your shirt. You didn’t know your husband would be seeing them or you would’ve worn a nicer bra. But you glance down at your new Ds in your simple t-shirt bra before looking back up at him.

His eyes are focused solely on your chest as his pupils dilate slightly.

“I wish I wore something more lacy for you,” you lament.

He glances up at your face before his eyes flick back down.

His silence is a little unnerving.

“Do you like them?”

“Can I take your bra off?”

“Well, yeah. I guess.” His hands slide up your waist to your back.

“You guess? Give me an answer, star.”

“Yes, you can take off my bra,” you giggle.

He hums positively and uses one hand to unhook the bit of cloth. They fall naturally with out the support to perky mounds.

“Can I touch?”

“You are being so respectful,” you laugh.

“I’m not a monster. Just because we’re married doesn’t mean I own you.”

“Steve, you can do whatever you want with me.”

“Oh, don’t say that, star. I’ll actually listen.” His hands finally cup your breasts and his thumbs brush over your nipples.

You shudder slightly in his grip. “Sensitive?” You nod, biting your bottom lip and gripping his shoulders.

“Do you like them?” You ask. There’s a slight whine in your voice that you can’t stop after having your husband’s hands back on you after so long.

“Give me a chance to give ‘em a test drive. So impatient.” He squeezes them tentatively then presses them together. “They feel great,” he states like he has something more to say but is holding back.

“But?”

He gives you a look that tells you he’s about to hurt your feelings.

“But,” he takes a sharp inhale and you steel yourself for the blow. “I think you could’ve gone a little bigger.” You smack his hands away at that and he lets out an amused chuckle as you cover yourself.

“They’re great for playing with but how can you wrap them around my dick?”

“They were never meant to be wrapped around any dicks!” You protest. “Especially not yours!”

He continues to laugh and his hands fall back to your hips. “There’s my girl. I was afraid you lost your edge without me around to push your buttons.”

“It’s still present and accounted for,” you huff.

“Don’t play mad,” he smirks, tucking a finger under your chin.

“I’m not playing.”

“They’re perfect. They look beautiful on you. You look beautiful no matter what, but you know that.”

You continue to pout.

“Hey,” he directs your attention to him, gripping your chin so you’ll comply. “You know you’re my beautiful star, right?”

You watch him for a moment before finally nodding in defeat. He hums positively. “Im glad they gave you the confidence boost you were looking for.”

“I love them,” you finally smile.

“I love that you love them.” He pulls you to his lips for a gentle kiss that quickly turns deeper.

“Are we done talking?” He asks, rubbing his hands up and down your hips.

“No! We’re actually married now. We have a whole relationship to flesh out.”

Steve smiles softly. “That can wait. I need my wife now.”

His fingers tuck into your shorts and you quickly stop him. “Hold on! I’ve been traveling all day. Can I take a shower first?”

Steve smiles softly. “On one condition: I can join you?” You grin and nod.

The two of you clean up the remnants of your meal and you finish unpacking, filling the master bathroom with your toiletries.

Right next to his.

This felt like a big step. You could poke though his lotions, what kind of toothpaste he uses, his face wash and body wash. He seemed like a simple man based on his toiletries. Dove combination body wash, shampoo, and conditioner, Cetaphil face wash, Vaseline lotion. Oh? He uses Sauvage? No wonder he smelt so good.

You inhale the bottle’s spritzer and Steve walks in catching you red handed.

“You like it?” He asks with a lifted brow.

“Yeah,” you laugh sheepishly.

“Good. I like yours too.” You giggle and he steps next to you to pick up your perfume bottle. “I tried the cologne version of this a while back. I don’t think it mixed with my chemistry.”

“I can’t imagine anything smelling bad on you.”

He presses a kiss to you forehead. You both place the bottles down back next to each other. “I better warm up the water for you.”

“Thank you,” you sigh.

You toy with the hem of your shirt. He just saw you topless. This should be easy…

He unbuttons his shirt and tosses it in a clothes hamper. His undershirt and pants quickly follow. He gives you a once over while you toy with your clothes and he lets out a soft sigh.

“Do we have to start all over again from step one?” He smiles.

He steps up to you and lifts your shirt over your head. You left your bra in the bedroom. He works on your shorts next, pressing them down your hips and leaving you naked for him.

“Beautiful,” he smiles after giving you a once over. He presses his boxers down and tosses them toward the hamper.

He’s one to talk. You forgot how beautiful he is.

You share a tame shower then lotion and dry off. You watch Steve while you both brush your teeth and figure out how to phrase your request.

“I have to change. Do you mind waiting in the bedroom?”

“Change? Into what? I’m just going to take it off,” he chuckles after spitting out his toothpaste into the sink.

“I just have to…change,” you draw out the word. You know it doesn’t make sense but you wish he’d just listen to you.

He watches you for a moment before shrugging. “Fine. Change.” You smile up at him as he leaves the bathroom and closes the door behind him.

You may not have worn anything cute enough that you deemed worthy for him to see.

But you brought something.

Now you just have to remember how these straps work…

You step back in the bedroom and find Steve lounging on the bed with his towel still wrapped around his waist. Jethro is playing with one of your scrunchies that Steve is whipping around the bed for him to chase.

Oh! He’s a good cat dad, too.

You smile while watching him for a moment until he looks up.

His eyes widen and he gives you a once over. He looks down at Jethro as he steals the scrunchie right out of his hand before diverting his gaze back to you.

“Okay little man. You gotta go play with that in the living room.” He scoops of the cat with the scrunchie still in his mouth and pulls himself from the bed. “I have some business to take care of with your mom.”

“Can you make sure all the windows are closed?” You request as he totes the cat away.

“Yes, ma’am!” He calls.

You slide into his space on the bed and pull your phone to you.

This deserves at least a selfie. But just for you.

“Losing my virginity realness” you type over the image.

“Is there a photo shoot going on in here,” Steve asks, reentering the room.

“Just commemorating the moment.”

“It only took us two years,” Steve chuckles sliding into the bed next to you. He poses for your photo and presses a kiss to your shoulder.

“Alright. Hand it over.” He holds out his hand for the phone. “No more distractions.” You hand it to him. “Next time, we’ll make a video. But this time, it’s all about you.” You giggle and accept his kiss.

He cages you in his arms as he leans over you. He presses a kiss to your lips before pulling away slightly. You stare into his eyes while he watches you. You never noticed there’s a little green around their rims. They’re so pretty.

“I’m gonna take my time with you. Tell me if something hurts or doesn’t feel good. Understood?”

“Yes, sir,” you whisper.

Steve’s gaze flicks down to your chest. His fingers slip under the strap covering your nipples to pull it away. “This is so not like you, star,” he mutters looking over the leather covering your body.

“Bucky picked it out,” you admit.

“Remind me to thank him. Get him a new car or his own plane.”

“You like it?”

“I fucking love it.” He presses himself down your body, kissing your chest and your navel before ending just above your pussy.

He pulls the leather aside and he licks a strip up your slit.

“Fuck, I missed how good you taste,” he groans. His hand slides under the leather to get it out of his way as he starts to devour you. You forgot how good he was at this. A whine almost immediately escapes you.

“Steve,” you whimper. Your hips roll, grinding them into his face just to feel him a little deeper.

“What’s wrong, star?” Steve asks between licks. “You need someone to scratch that itch? You need to cum?”

“Y-yeah. Please, Steve,” you cry.

“Don’t worry. ‘M gonna take care of you.”

You bite your lips and throw your head back against the pillows. You legs writhe to clamp together but his large body is in the way.

He tucks a familiar finger in your core and he finds that spot inside you almost immediately. You cry out his name and squirm harder.

“Keep making those noises. I fucking love ‘em,” Steve hums and pulls you clit between your lips.

It’s too much! He’s so good and he knows you so well. You don’t even stand a chance.

It doesn’t take much more to have you spilling into his mouth. You forgot how amazing it felt to come on his lips. It can’t compare to any of your toys.

“So good for me,” Steve praises into your stomach and kisses just above your core. You squirm against the bed while you catch your breath and come down from your high.

You blink your eyes open to him lazily stroking himself between your legs. You glance down at his thick cock before meeting his gaze again.

“You gonna stop acting shy?” Steve asks.

“Maybe,” you joke with a tired smile. He chuckles and tugs lightly at the buckles holding your lingerie together. It loosens and falls away into a heap under you.

Steve reaches over to the bedside table a pulls out a small bottle.

“What’s that?”

“Lube. I got you nice and wet but I don’t want to force it.” You nod. He really does want to make sure it all feels good. He slides the lube up and down his cock before he rests his hands on your spread knees. “Remember what I told you?”

“To tell you if it hurts.”

“Good girl.”

He presses his cock against your folds and finds your entrance easily. Almost instantly you feel like this is not supposed to be inside you.

You whine and clench up on him, pulling your knees to your chest.

“Hey, don’t do that. Relax.”

You bite your lower lip and squeeze your eyes shut.

“Am I hurting you?”

“No. It just feels like a lot of pressure. Like I’m putting in a tampon. A really big tampon.”

“Wow. That’s exactly what I want to be compared to: a big tampon.”

You giggle. “I’m sorry! I don’t know how else to say it.”

“Whatever,” he rolls his eyes. “Just try to stay relaxed.” You take a deep breath and he presses further into you. There’s more pressure but it doesn’t exactly hurt.

You wince as he hits a certain point. “Okay, maybe more like a Pap smear,” you cringe slightly.

“Star! That’s way worse than a tampon,” Steve groans.

“What do you know about a Pap smear?”

“I was married before you, remember?” He chuckles.

“Okay, well, why don’t I stick a speculum in your asshole and take some swabs so you’ll really know?” You grin

“I’ve had my prostate exam, thank you.”

“You’re that old?” You gasp.

“That’s it.” He thrusts into you to the hilt. You take in a sharp inhale and stare up at him.

You open your mouth and only a small squeak escapes.

He smirks. “That shut you up.”

“I can’t stand you,” you grit through your teeth.

“And I love you.” He presses a kiss to your lips and flips you on top of him. “Now relax for a minute.”

“Like this?” You cry, pointing to where you’re connected.

“Yes, like this,” he sighs and rests his hands at the small of your back. “We’ll continue when it stops feeling like a Pap smear.”

You roll your eyes at him and and fold your arms over his chest to rest your chin on.

“You still love me? Even with all the shit I put you through?”

“I never stopped, star. Even when you get on my very last nerve.”

You smile softly. “You’re just ‘ight”

“‘Ight?”

“Yeah. You’re cool and all but you can be kinda an asshole. But you’re my asshole.”

“Should I tell my doctor you’ll be performing my prostate exams from now on?”

You hum positively. “They have my permission to continue keeping you healthy. I need you around for as long as I can keep you.”

“As my wife, you stand to gain a lot if I die.”

“I’d loose too much.” Your fingers graze across his bare chest. Your hips shift and you gasp at the feeling of your clit rubbing against his pelvis.

“Something you like, star?” Steve groans, adjusting his own hips to chase after yours. You let out a soft whine and suddenly he feels so good resting inside you.

“Still feel like a Pap smear?”

You shake your head and whisper a “no”.

“Good,” he grins. He turns you both back over and cages your head with his hands. You instinctively hook your ankles behind his back. “Tell me if I’m too rough.” You nod.

He drags his heavy member out of you, making you gasp out, right before he presses right back into you.

You mewl softly as you arch your back. Then he does it again and again.

“Fuck, star,” Steve groans. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” His lips attach to your exposed neck and he sucks and nips your sensitive skin, traveling along the column of your neck.

“Steve,” you whine.

“Yes, star?” He breathes against you skin. “What’s wrong? Tell me how I can fix it.” You can only cry out his name again. “Do you like it?”

“Uh huh!”

“I knew you’d like it,” Steve chuckles softly.

“W-why did we wait so looonghhh?” You moan.

He pauses and stares down at you.

“Why did we wait, Mrs. We Have to Get Married First?”

You heave a deep breath. You wanted to make this one count. “It’s Mrs. Rogers, actually.”

He lifts a brow and pulls completely out of you. “So fucking annoying. Get on all fours.”

“But you still love me, right?” You ask coyly while you turn over.

“I’m going to love fucking the shit out of you,” he chuckles darkly.

“What happened to being gentle?”

He grips your hips and pulls them back to meet his. His big hand presses your upper body down into the pillows.

“You’ve obviously gotten too comfortable.” His thumbs spread your pussy open so delicately, you wonder if he was lying about getting rough. Then he presses into you in one quick thrust leaving you whining into the expensive cotton bedding. “You need more.” He thrusts into you at a high angle, seemingly looking for something inside of you.

“Huh uh uh uh,” you huff at every beat and quickly understanding what it means to be fucked into a bed as you knees start to give out from his weight.

Then you know exactly what he’s after. He presses into that soft spongy part of your core and you let out a muffled scream.

“Ahhaaahaa!” You cry while still trying to breathe.

Did you…

You think he just…

And he did it so easily!

“Star, you came all over my bed.” He spanks your ass cheek softly. “Making a fucking mess.”

He sounds anything but disappointed in you. Proud, even.

“I-it’s your fault!” You cry into the bedding.

“What was that?” Steve grunts and lifts you by you hair so your back meets his chest.

You whimper at suddenly being manhandled and gasp at the fresh air.

You fucking love it.

“I said,” you breathe, “it’s your fault.”

“Damn right, it’s my fault.” You can hear the smirk in his voice as his big hand slides from your belly to your chest to cup your breast. “And I’ll do it again in a heartbeat.”

The hand in your hair finds your chin and he pulls you into a deep kiss.

Fuck. He’s good.

At this angle, he feels like he’s getting so deep and he’s hitting that perfect spot over and over. You moan into his mouth and your hand finds his arm against your chest. Your fingers thread between his and he pulls both your hands away to kiss the back of yours.

“Love you, star,” he mutters.

“Suddenly being gentle again?” You question.

“Just wanna make sure I don’t send you running.”

You look back at him. “I won’t run.”

His eyes roam up your body to your face.

“I trust you.”

He presses another kiss to your lips.

“Good. Trust me.” He thrusts into you again leaving you crying. Your head falls back against his shoulder while he holds you in place.

“Fuuuuck!” You cry to the ceiling. You can’t count how many times he’s tossed you over the edge but he just keeps catching you.

“God, you feel so good. Fucking made for me,” Steve grunts in your ear. You can barely hang on while he fucks you senseless. Your breaths come out in quiet cries. You’ve never felt like this. Like you were so completely understood. He knows what makes your body tick. He remembers even after two years; how you like to be touch, how to hold you just right, exactly what to whisper in your ear to make you go crazy for him.

Like he was made for you. Maybe you were made for each other.

“I’m close, star. You want me to pump a baby into you?” You were not in the mental place to have this conversation. You never wanted him out of you. He could stay firmly rooted in you pussy for the rest of time.

“Inside! Please, Steve!” You cry.

“Inside it is, star.”

He presses your upper body back down into the pillows and doubles his efforts.

“Oh, God! Fuck!” You scream but it’s muffled. The sound of slapping skin and Steve’s grunts fill the room but you can barely hear any of it over your own moans.

Stars fill the darkness behind your eyelids as he brings you to one last orgasm. Steve lets out a satisfied groan and a warmth spreads through your belly. You whine as you come down, pressing back against his hips to ride out the last of your ecstasy.

“Fuck,” Steve grunts as he empties himself in to you. He rests his chest against your back and attempts to catch his breath. “Shit. Star, you okay?”

You take a few deep breaths, still coming down from your high. “I’m perfect,” you sigh.

He pulls your hair away from your face and kisses your cheek.

He pulls you into his arms and rolls you both on your sides. You heave a heavy breath as he softens inside of you.

“So?” Steve asks, running his hand across your stomach.

“So what?” You exhale. “You want me to tell you you give great dick or something?”

He just chuckles softly behind you. “You’re going to be a pain in my ass for the rest of my life.”

“Damn right,” you giggle.

He presses you down on your back so he can watch you. “I can’t wait to deal with you for the rest of forever.”

“Do you use that line on all the girls?”

“Just the ones I marry.”

“So, two out of three?”

“You don’t know how many women I’ve been with,” he scoffs.

You give him a dubious look. “Okay, Mr. Rogers. How many?”

“Four.”

“Oh, I was way off then!” You laugh then gasp as you feel everything leaking out of you.

“Oh, shit! Let me get you a towel! Stay still.” Steve rolls from the bed and into the bathroom. You attempt to clinch to keep it all in but it’s such a strange feeling. Steve returns quickly with a warm, wet towel.

“Alright, relax. There you go. Better?” You nod and he gives you one last wipe before tossing the towel in the corner. He leaves the room again and returns with two water bottles and Jethro meowing happily on his heels. The cat jumps on the bed and immediately sniffs at a wet spot.

“Oh my God, Jethro! Stop,” you whine, directing the cat in a different area. Steve chuckles and pulls the comforter from the bed to toss next to the soiled towel.

“Someone will clean it up in the morning,” Steve advises.

“Thank you,” you smile and finally accept a bottle.

“Drink up. You lost a lot of fluids.”

“Oh my gosh! No you too!” you giggle as your face heats even more. “Was it that much?”

He hums positively while sucking down half of his bottle. “And you looked so fucking beautiful doing it, too.”

You smile. “Not as beautiful as you.”

“Oh, now you’re lying to me?” He laughs and tosses the throw pillows across the room and pulls back the sheets.

You snuggle next to Steve and he pulls you into a gentle kiss before lying back on the pillows.

You rest your head against his shoulder and your hand find his on his stomach. Jethro finally settles down next to you and starts cleaning himself.

You smile and lift your conjoined hands and press a kiss to the back of his. “I love you, too,” you whisper.

The two of you lie in silence and you’re pretty sure Steve is half asleep when you speak. “Hey, can we do it again?”

Steve laughs softly. “I knew I gave good dick.” You giggle and press a kiss to his cheek. “Give me thirty minutes, star.”

Fin

Chapter 5 | Master List

[e-steamedtea]

I played the Arlecchino story quest- it's yappin time! Or time for a kinda long post.

I'll fix the spelling eventually

Spoilers ahead

More analysis! Except we're going through sequentially because that's how I remember it!

1. Lyney is the big brother to everyone in the house

The way he could talk everyone so easily was cute to see. He seems so unbothered by everyone's little quirks. Like- taking to those kids and dropping the most diabolical lore? Kinda scary I'm not gonna lie. Even if unintentionally, a lot of people look up to him. Although, there is the question of how much of his interactions are masking because he does have a silver tongue. Either way, he's definitely the ring leader.

2. Lyney is the cooking sibling

This one isn't actually all that important but I think it's cute. His big brother energy is strong.

3. Lyney hates having secrets kept from him

I think that this one is kinda ironic, but then again, it could be because he keeps secrets he knows how it feels. Also- that line about Freminet lying to him was disrespectful. My jaw hit the floor when he went "You're not like me- your lying skills still need some work." Even if it's true just damn. It's very clear though that the fact Fremi was hiding something hurt him. It seems that at moments like this his passion can be the downfall as we witness the world's most awkward argument. Which resulted in Fremi crying and I must wonder how often this happens.

4. He has the entire roster memorized.

I for one, am still not over this fact. When you ask about Clervie's name he's instantly like: Nope! Not in the roster. It's the same with Perrie. Perhaps this is just me, but that seems like a lot of people to just know of the top of your head.

5. Lynette is almost as good at stealth as Arlecchino.

When they do the first bump and Lynette scares the soul out of everyone involved made me realize something. Maybe it's a combination of her cat features and personality, but she's quiet. The way she made her entrance was so reminiscent of Arlecchino earlier and she was definitely trained in it by her. It's absolutely adorable how much she emulate her "Father."

6. Lyney's voice rises when he breaks composure.

This is possibly just because of the amazing acting of his English VA but I'd like to think it's true. So you can able this one more of a headcanon with evidence. It happens a few times, mostly towards the end but this it the first time it happens. He was so surprised by Lynette that he just completely loses his composure for a second and practically squeaks for a second. He then obviously fixes it but it's a nice moment. Later, he's just desperate but we'll get to that.

7. A lot of the stories we hear about Arlecchino are misconceptions.

This woman is so freaking scary. I just have to say it, I could feel the tension through the screen as we talked. Thank god for child because I was stressed. What we do learn from this besides the fact she's not one for conversation is that they're a lot of half truths about her. This woman would let you call her by the wrong name of it benefits her so everyone saying she's a backstabber and crazy is far from the full story. Childe got his information from the Rooster which uh- was phrased in a weird way. However, she saw no reason to really correct it, so she didn't. Scaramouche however, I'm starting to wonder if he's speaking from personal experience. He's clearly witnessed something and now I wanna know what.

8. Lyney's lying skills were definitely improved by Arlecchino.

Miss Girly is the queen of misinformation and it's clear Lyney learned from him. Like I'm talking to this woman and she's so manipulative I'm doubting myself- AND I WENT IN KNOWING THE STORY! The way she side steps and misdirects is so reminiscent of Lyney that I got deja vu. The main difference is Arlecchino is so much colder so she doesn't break easily. Lyney is an absolute softy and can break way easier.

9. Arlecchino is not fond of the other harbingers.

This is pretty clear in her voice lines and is also obvious because of her personality. However, this is something about watching her shit talk her coworkers in front of me that I'm just living for. Especially with the new plan Project Stuzha? Girly pop isn't having that shit. If she pulls up, I wanna witness this.

10. Lynette is Lyney's voice of reason.

I feel like I've said this before but it deserves to be said again because she's the second baddest bitch alive. Arlecchino is the first.

11. Lyney's angry eyes are unnerving to me.

Maybe this is just me but then is eyes narrow it makes me wanna back away. I don't know if it's because of the way he presents himself but it just gives a certain vibe. I find that vibe slightly terrifying.

12. The reason Lyney is the next king and his passion.

Now, this was a question I had ever since Lyney came out. Seeing him in the Archon Quest had me wondering why he was the next director. Then during the last part of this quest I realized something. It was like a moment of recognition. I think when he stood up to defend everyone. The way he was so determined was really touching. It's also something I already knew. In the Fortress when he charged at Wriothesley was a moment of desperation. Then here, he stands to duel the freaking Knave. He obviously knew the was no way he could win but he wasn't gonna give up with his family on the line. His passion and conviction for his family know no bounds, after all, it's how he got his vision in the first place. Every part of his character and lore just screams family man. The way he's so dedicated to the big brother role and protection those close fits perfectly for what the Knave hopes the House becomes. However, it's this same damn passion that has him disregarding his health and jumping in front of Lynette with no way to parry and his squishy ass body.

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

So here's an idea…

There's a game show called “Candy or Not,” (demonstration linked below) where contestants have to go around a room, biting into random everyday objects to find which ones are secretly made out of candy/chocolate. Which of the M6 would participate? How into it would they get? Who goes for a second bite on something that's definitely not candy? And who tries to cheat by conscripting Volta for help?

https(://)www(.)youtube(.)com/watch?v=tn8EM2Hn7ZY

The Arcana Mini-HCs: M6 on "Candy or Not"

Julian: participates because it involves an audience and a stage. definitely chooses what to bite into based off of how dramatic it would look instead of how much it looks like it could be edible

Asra: it's a new experience so hey, why not? ends up having the time of their life because they didn't know everyday objects had tastes like this. continues to bite random things after returning home

Nadia: does it as a PR stunt on Portia's recommendation. gets really into it, trying to test her ability to judge what something is made of before biting it. nurses a sugar headache for the next two days

Muriel: nope. unless someone's life is on the line there's no way he's going up in front of an audience like that. if he gets a whole new subscription just to watch you and the others do it ... no he didn't

Portia: sounds like an adventure, she's in! gets distracted trying to figure out all the techniques involved in the disguised chocolate items so she can recreate them with cakes. smuggles you a piece

Lucio: he heard sweets and he appeared like he'd been summoned. tries to get Volta to help him and quickly regrets it when she eats half the yummies in less than five minutes. tries to take some home (fails)

[mutantjellybeans]

you're so fuckin right about peter/johnnybin that post i was just whispering yessss the whole time readin it

i can't write for shit myself (its been 13 years and i wrote something kinda decent imo) but all i can picture is those two doing an interview or making a youtube video as an official couple. like johnny's so used to the structure of all of it but peter?? oh god never let this man be on the other side of a camera he is a MESS

bitchy af....like turned the dial to 11 catty and snarky answers to the fan questions. johnny laughs and pokes fun at his bf about being shy but he gets a lil frustrated/insecure-ish toward the end. "peter didnt want to do this with me; is it because this is too much/I'M too much? i know i've dated a lot of ppl before him so does that gross him out now?" and they have a lil squabble (two men with disastrous personal/professional lives = a perfect match) but make up(out) after yayyyyy!!!! peter maaaybe even starts liking the exposure a bit...def not because he likes seeing johnny smile nope nuh uh totally impossible...

lol sorry for the wholeass novel but ugh i love these dumbasses

You get it! I like to think a reporter will ask them a weird/invasive question and Johnny tries to stay all polite and professional but Peter just immediately goes “what the fuck kinda question is that?” and now Johnny’s trying (and failing) to hold in a laugh, his interviews definitely blow up online and all of a sudden there are dozens of “Peter Parker’s lack of media training” compilations à la Reneé Rapp, I like to think Johnny just eats it up, he thinks it’s hilarious, Sue does not find it as funny as him and tries to make Peter meet with the family PR team before it turns disastrous for them

I like to think in all his cattiness is definitely a result of his brain short-circuiting out of anxiety so his mouth just runs on autopilot, he’ll say literally anything on his mind but he does it with the typical Parker charm that everyone loves

[mythica0]

Shady

🎂:Fop; a new wish

🧁: Dev

🍫: Dale

Summary: After seeing Dev not wearing his shades in public again, Dale decides to try a different way to get the message to stick.

A/N: just like with my last fic, thank you to the anon who had the idea, You Know Who You Are. There is a sprinkling of angst amongst the fluff! Be warned! Also, I know Dale is probably out of character, I don’t care! Enjoy yall! :D

Shady

It was a Tuesday, the sky was slightly cloudy, but the sun still peeked through.

Dev was walking home after his daily meet up with Hazel, just enjoying the fresh air.

He walked into his massive home, and immediately felt off. He couldn’t place it, exactly but he knew something was about to happen. He found out what that was just a minute after, when his father, Dale, stepped out of the elevator.

“Devin. I need to speak to you in my office.”

Dev became nervous as soon as he heard the words. That was never good news. He gulped, slightly frightened of what was to come. He hesitated for a moment, but at his father’s glance, he followed, head down.

Not long after the two arrived back in said office, the walls decorated with egoistic art pieces of the older Dimmadome. Dale sat down in his rolling chair, and waved Dev to sit at the chair in front of it.

“Do you know why I’ve brought you in here today?”

Dev gulped again. “N-no, dad.”

Dale sighed, “you’re not wearing your shades. Again.”

Dev stiffened. He was right; he had forgone his shades for the most part, no longer feeling the need to mask his eyes. But apparently his father didn’t agree. He hung his head, trying to stop himself from crying over something so silly. “Sorry, dad.”

Dale raised an eyebrow. “Are you really? I feel as though you didn’t listen last time.”

Dev looked up nervously. “Am I- am I in trouble?”

Dale looked at his son. Like really looked at him. He was frightened. Nervous. Was his son afraid of him? That was never his intention.. he was going to ground him, but now he felt horrible. He decided to come up with a different way to make the message stick. After all, a son who’s scared of his own dad is not good for PR. (That was definitely the only reason.)

Dale rest his head in his hands. “Yes. But not severe trouble.”

Dev looked up once more, slightly confused but also relieved.

“I have something I want to try, to make the message really stick. C’mere.”

Dev seemed hesitant, but he did as instructed.

Then Dale pulled him into a hug, and as Dev opened his mouth to question, he started to wiggle his fingers at Dev’s sides.

“Huhuhuh- eheheee- dahahahad! Thahahat tihihickles!”

Dale smiled, “that’s the point, Dev. That’s your punishment.”

Dale was slightly shocked at how happy his kids giggles were, they sounded so genuine and bubbly. Dale realized that he’d never heard his son laugh before. In fact, when was the last time he saw his kid smiling at all?

The thought saddened him, and now he was determined to get as many of those smiles and laughs from his son as possible. He lifted Dev off the ground, no longer leaning down for the hug, and put him in his lap, continuing to tickle as he did so.

“Dahahahad, stohohop ihihit!” Dev didn’t mean a word of it. He was so happy and relieved. Not only was he not in much trouble, but his dad was spending time with him! And tickling him, of all things! He squirmed in the hold, laughing brightly.

“No can do, son, I’ve gotta make sure you really remember.”

“Ihim sohohorryhy! Stohohop ihit, Plehehease!” He didn’t mean the protests, but that didn’t stop them from falling from his mouth amongst the tumbling giggles.

“Nope! I’m gonna tickle you as long as I need to~” he teased lightly, it was supposed to be a punishment, but at the same time he could tell the kid was enjoying himself, and he found that he didn’t really mind. He moved from his sides up to his underarms, causing the light giggles to increase in speed and pitch. Dev tried to bring his arms down, but couldn’t do to the position of his dad’s arms in the hug.

“Ahahahaha dahahahaahad! Eehehehahaha!” He flushed bright red, “dohohont tehehease!”

“What’s that? Am I hearing what I think I’m hearing? Does saying silly little words make my son all flustered? Hmm?”

“Ohoho gohohosh-dahahahad! Eehehahhaha yehehes!” he covered his face, unable to contain the embarrassment and excitement he was feeling.

“So that means I should keep doing it then! Tickle tickle tickle~, Dev! listen to those sweet little giggles~”

Dev groaned through his giggles “ehehahaha dahahad cuhuhut ihit ohout! Youhou’re beheheing mehehean!”

“No im not! Thats it, mister,” He threatened playfully. Picking him up and giving him a big raspberry right over his belly button.

Dev squeaked, giggles rapidly pouring out of him, “dahahahahad nohoho! Thahahats soho bahahad!”

“Oh? Is this a super duper ticklish tummy right here? Is it? I think it is~” He teased, this was the most fatherly he’s felt in a long time. He continued to nibble and raspberry the kids tummy, keeping him in a never ending fit of joyful laughter. Then he decided to play into a bit of a role, a sort of playful energy possessing him.

“The tickle monster is gonna eat up all your laughter! Nom nom nom!” He growled, pitching his voice lower.

“Dahahad nohohot thehe tihihckle mohonster! Nohohoho!”

“It’s too late! He’s already here and he’s gonna eat up all~ your giggles! Rawr!”

Dev was in stitches, the silly voice and ticklish jolts being sent through his body keeping him laughing. He didn’t know what changed about his dad in that moment, but he wasn’t complaining.

Eventually, Dale could see that Dev was getting tired, and decided to give him a break, just lightly drumming his fingers to keep him in a state of giggles.

“Are you gonna wear your shades when in school~?”

“Yehehehes, yehehes, plehehease!”

“Alright, then. We’re done here. How about you go take a nap, you look like you need it.”

“Thaha.. that sounds like a good idea.” He hesitated at the door for a moment, before turning back. “..thanks, dad.”

Dale smiled lightly. “No problem, kid. Have good dreams. Don’t let the tickle monster get ya.” He smirked at the embarrassed groan Dev let out

Dev went off to his room, falling asleep almost instantly. Dale contemplated for a moment.

‘’maybe I should do this more often…’

———THE END————————————————

[ivanttakethis]

Post Row 2 [Pt. 1] - Tov’s Log

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Tov blocked the guard’s only exit.

If they wanted to leave without answering, they’d have to go through her first.

She was well aware that she wasn’t much of a fight physically, standing only 150cm (151cm, if she rounded up) and weighing 40kg soaking wet.

But her glare had made people twice her size flinch more than once.

At the very least, the guard looked nervous.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” They said quickly.

“You’re a terrible liar.” She hissed.

They held their hands out like they were trying to calm a spooked animal, “Tov… let’s not do this.”

The guard failed to realize that they had already yielded.

“So you do know what I’m talking about?”

“I-I never said that!” Their voice cracked, “Now let me go.”

“Not until you tell me what I want to know.”

The guard moved their hand to the radio on their left hip, “I’m not afraid to call backup on you.”

They’re definitely afraid of calling for backup on me.

“I’ll tell them about the notes.”

“They’ll just throw you in isolation!”

“And I’ll take you down with me.” She said. “Start talking.”

A growl of frustration ripped its way out of their throat and they threw their hands up, “I can’t!”

Now we’re getting somewhere.

Tov pushed, “Why not?”

“Because he told me not to!”

The guard’s outburst shocked them both into silence.

They made an aborted move to slap a hand over their mouth, but it was already too late.

He?

“He?” She repeated, “Who’s he?”

They shook their head fervently, “I’ve already said too much—”

Their holstered radio crackled to life, “Prem? Come in, Prem. Have you resolved Subject-020547’s medical emergency?”

The guard — Prem — looked between Tov and their radio.

“Don’t answer.” She ordered.

“They’ll come looking for me if I don’t say something. Then we’re both fucked.” Prem’s tone was just shy of full on panic.

Nope.

You’re not getting out of this that easy.

“Tell me who wrote the notes and I’ll cover for you.”

“And if I don’t?”

Tov raised an eyebrow, “Do you really want to find out?”

She could almost see the scale in Prem’s head weighing the pros and cons.

They couldn’t rough her up to get her out of the way. Someone would notice new bumps and bruises on their “Star of the Season”. And any sort of altercation would draw too much attention.

They couldn’t threaten her either. She wasn’t scared of them. If anything, they seemed to be scared of her.

Tov’s hostage was out of options, and they both knew it.

Prem’s shoulders slumped, a sigh hissing out of their helmet, “Fine, fine. I’ll tell you.” They grumbled. “The guard’s name is Elias; he’s a medic.”

Elias…

Tov didn’t know anyone named Elias.

Though apparently he knew her.

But how?

“Where do I find him?” She asked.

“He takes the night shift standing guard outside your room.” Prem said. “Our code word is ‘Stargazer’.”

How nice of them to stick to her theme.

“Good.” Tov nodded, satisfied with the new information. “Now you can answer your call.”

Prem unhooked the radio and pressed a yellow button on the side, “This is Prem responding. Subject-0202547’s medical emergency has been resolved. No further action required.”

The radio crackled again, “Copy that. Return to your post as soon as possible.”

Tov finally stepped out of the way of the door.

Prem looked like they wanted the floor to swallow them whole.

“At least tell Elias I put up a fight.” They muttered as they passed her.

“Sure thing.”

The door shut behind Prem, once again leaving the two of them on opposite sides.

They both knew Tov wasn’t going to tell Elias any of that.

———

When Tov returned to her room after dinner that night, a different guard was posted outside her door.

They were taller than Prem, with strong shoulders and a toned frame.

The quintessential build of a soldier.

Tov could see the medic patch on the back of their right arm.

This must be Elias.

She’d had all day to think through a strategy. In the end, she settled on something simple.

Once in her room, Tov clicked on her bedside lamp and pressed the medical emergency button next to it.

A few seconds later, the guard opened the door and came inside.

She held up her arm with the medical band fastened around her wrist, “I need my band recalibrated.”

The guard didn’t miss a beat, nodding once, “Follow me.” His voice was deeper than Prem’s, a little more mature too.

Could he be Prem’s superior?

Tov let the guard lead her down the hall and around the corner, into the service elevator.

He pressed the button for the clinic floor after she stepped inside. The doors slid shut and the elevator slowly began to descend.

Aside from the faint whirring of the cables, the car was silent.

Tov wasn’t even sure if the guard was breathing.

“So,” She started, keeping her voice even, “I hear you’re a fan of mine.”

No reaction.

She was expecting that.

She hadn’t used the code word.

“I don’t have a name for my fans yet, but I want it to stay consistent with my theme.” She continued, looking over at him. “How does Stargazers sound?”

The guard’s arms tensed.

Tov suppressed a knowing smile.

Got you.

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Tov may be a little unhinged, but she gets results.

Everyone say hello to Prem (Tov’s hostage) and Elias (Tov’s #1 fan*) 👋

*Elias heavily disputes this claim.

I had to split this log into two parts so it’s not crazy long. Next part is in the works right now.

[poshpunkqueen]

I've been listening to Taylor Swift since the debut. I'm not one of those listeners that believe Taylor is a Princess, wholly innocent, 24/7 victim but at the same time I don't believe she's a Villain. She's made mistakes.

I'm not one of those listeners that has the time and immoral capacity to sit on the Internet to committ Cyber crimes nor am I willing to put my health on the line to see her live. There should be boundaries.

The transfer from Teenhood to Adulthood for Taylor...I could tell ..she's still unravelling. Its okay to be in your 30s and still finding yourself. Hopefully there is an expiry date.

I'm not trying to be funny but I believe Taylor needs therapy. There are some unresolved things: fame, dealing with the industry and the media has definitely affected her. I don't think she's quite shake off alot stuff. It's passivity with a cupcake appearance of happiness.

Her patterns and methodology when it comes to music....mmmh the adults are taking a step back and analysing 😄. Writing those songs and knowing the effects will eventually become a "Here we go again" Moment. Everyone will move on and she will remain.Therapy is needed.The pride comes before the fall.

I say this because when Tortured Poets Project was announced I was unsure about it. I've never been unsure about a Taylor album. But then again I'm aware of the Taylor Formula. Not sure if she can carry this formula into her 40s and 50s 😄 but we will see. But I listen for listening sake..I'm listening to everyone this year.

TTPD Album: I had to stop half way because its the typical Taylor album...same note 🙆🏻‍♂️ same storyline... lol no doubt she's a good songwriter. Not sure how to feel about missiles being sent to someone who struggled or struggling with Depression. NOPE.

Emotional cheating is interesting lol We had this before 👀. Alcoholism and the talks about drugs is interesting too. Blurring the lines between two men. One you barely bedded to be in this deep. This seems like a tactic for writing material. Calculated PR stunts. I said this last year...she knows what she's doing...she dated him purposely ...she knew what to expect and Matty knew what to expect ...I'm disappointed in Matty selling out ...and acting out for attention..he needs to grow up too....he knows better. He made the whole band look bad...(I'm George fan btw)

Meathead guys years ago like Travis Kelce were saying they wanted to date Taylor for fame and songs. Sadly I'm starting to see it. Travis is a big time user. However we live and learn 😆

Idk I don't get it. If people pay attention to her lyrics not just on this album but previous albums, she tells on herself alot lol. We will have this again 2026.

Being Human isn't without flaws and wrong paths but it seems people only see it with Taylor Swift. .they don't see it with others 🫡 Others would would be stamped with cancellation. The Devil.

Taylor is in her 30s and I hope she figures out what she wants personally and professionally. It doesn't make sense moving from person to person then writing these songs. This is why therapy is important.

A few weeks ago, we heard Beyoncé album and I'm not the biggest Bey fan but we heard her different layers vocally and with the blending of genres. While I'm aware Taylor isn't a vocalist...I want to hear her do other genres.

Honestly I liked Midnights and reputation better.

Here are the songs I might listen to again:

✨️ Fortnight

✨️TTPD

✨️Down Bad

✨️So Long London

✨️The Prophecy

✨️Robin

⛔️Florida...but it's meh...Florence was downplayed...similar to Snow on the Beach with Lana.

The other songs were...okay....

I support Joe. I don't think Joe deserves this...I'm not gonna defend wrong actions even if I like your songs...

TBH EVENTUALLY I WILL STOP LISTENING TO TAYLOR BECAUSE I'VE GONE BACK DEEP INTO ROCK AND OLD SKOOL MUSIC

[way-too-many-ideas]

REMY LORE REMY LORE REMY LORE

but first a huge thank you to @love-you-fo-rever for helping me make her and develop her lore!! oh and a btw, any art of remy that I use will more than likely come from kat bc I can’t draw lmao

Okay okay okay lore time

Remy was the prototype created right before the CYN drones were made. Her little PN thing is CYR, but she is the only drone of that type due to a bug in her code. Remy cannot ever be fully 100% charged. You know how cell phones have a maximum capacity for their battery? Yeah, so that maximum drops over time, so even if your phone shows it’s 100% charged, if your maximum capacity is (for example) 90% then really ur phone is 90% charged (this is just my understanding of it, this probably isn’t how it actually works oops). It’s basically the reason why phones seem to die faster and faster over time.

So, Remy’s max isn’t 100% (I haven’t decided what it is lol), and she basically has narcolepsy as a result. I also like the idea that the code, which I just keep calling the REM code, was supposed to allow the drones to charge faster/have more energy bc they would be in the drone equivalent of REM sleep. Idk I haven’t worked out all the logistics yet. Anyways, because of the faulty REM code, she also doesn't always sleep through a whole REM cycle, meaning that sometimes she doesn't/can't even recharge to her max. The code couldn’t really be fixed without fucking up everything else and so she was the only version of this drone to be made since they caught the bug very quickly.

This glitch is also why her eyes are different colors. Her eyes were both originally the light blue/teal color, but after her first REM cycle, the glitch took effect and as a result one of her eyes became a darker blue (aka I wanted her to be quirky and different and I also thought it would be fun for that to be the like, tell (for lack of a better word), that she is glitched) Also, when Remy sleeps, her face doesn’t just say “sleep mode” or whatever, it just says REM, hence how she got her name.

She was one of Tessa’s drones. Idk how the Elliot’s got her, maybe the same way they found Cyn? Idk, I haven’t thought that out yet. Anyways, Tessa loves her and thinks it’s silly how Rem will just suddenly fall asleep and loves to like cuddle with her when she does. Her parents have definitely found them curled up together asleep in the most random places. Of course, Tessa names her Remy after seeing her in sleep mode. Tessa’s parent didn’t want to keep Rem, but how could they say no to their precious daughter, I mean she’s even given the drone a name! But since Remy’s glitched, Tessa’s parent don’t really care for her. They only let her stick around because Tessa loves her. They kind of just ignore her. Remy isn’t bothered by this because that means that she tends to go unnoticed and can therefore get away with shit. She has definitely snuck Tessa some treats after bedtime and such. Oh, and she has red hair because Tessa saw her blue eyes/core and was like "red will look so good on you girl" (I get the vibe that Tessa always wanted her drones to look as like stylish as possible)

Remy is chill with all the other drones before everything goes to shit. They all understand that she can't really be of much use due to her being a potential hazard, but they would definitely try to include her when possible. However, she was still able to easily hide away/be forgotten about (for lack of a better term).

Okay so now to the trauma weeeee

Remy was Cyn’s first victim. I imagine that since Remy is typically ignored/hidden in the shadows, nobody really notices she’s gone. She def went missing a little bit before Cyn killed everyone. The dragon wings were the first wing design Cyn tried out (definitely not because I love dragons nope never). But, Cyn didn’t really like them and kept messing around with them therefore damaging the membrane. Remy was tortured, going through constant changes thanks to Cyn. Since she was essentially Cyn’s practice toy, she practically got taken apart and put back together multiple times.

Rem knows she was tortured, but she doesn’t remember much of it. She slowly gets her memories back after the events of the show cause something to trigger and make her remember. She also knows that N doesn't have his memories, and she knows it's because of V somehow, but she doesn't know all the details.

She has the male murder drone legs because she did it to herself. Cyn originally gave her the peg legs, but Remy absolutely hated them. She had a hard time keeping her balance and she would fall a lot more whenever she would randomly fall asleep. So one day, they’re out on a mission or whatever and they stumble upon a dead disassembly drone and Rem’s so fucking done with the peg legs that she literally cuts them off and welds the other legs to her (hence the scars around her legs).

She’s a masochist for sure. She’s also more rebellious since she could get away with a bunch of shit before everything happened. She’s quiet at first, but after the show as she grows closer with everyone (and works through some shit) she breaks out of her shell. I feel like she has some sort of Doberman/German Shepherd/Pitbull energy. She's like very protective over everyone, like V levels of overprotective.

Okay, that's all of the Remy lore for now, there's definitely more I could include but I also kind of want to make those separate posts. I'm literally obsessed with her Kat seriously ate. I'm so excited to start writing out like little scenarios and stuff!!!

[gayofthefae]

Still not over how for that Calendar they weren't opposed to vol 2 quotes enough not to put "without heart we all fall apart" but couldn't put even a non spoiler from Mike's monologue like "you just have to fight" where it's unclear who he's talking to but still very encouraging and better energy than

"I Hate High School"

😭. No, babe, "you just have to fight". Like- it works so much better. And that's just a PITCH. Off the dome!

But nope, they have some sort of contract with the Duffers. No merch with Milkvan references. Only occasional slander PR then radio silence, but definitely no merch.