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uhzuku · 1 year ago

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╰─▸ ❝ 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢’𝐦 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫. ❞ ──── 𝐟𝐭. 𝐰. 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐠.

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted and more, everything I ever searched the stars for…” he whispers in your ear through a pleased sigh, “I love you.”

𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦: honkai star rail | 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: welt yang/reader, past nanook/reader | 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: nsfw ; minors dni | 𝐰/𝐜: 3.12k.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: age gap, creampies, previously established relationship, reader and welt have been together five years pre-caelus and have known each other at least fifteen, oral sex ( fem receiving ), riding, choking ( male receiving ), marriage proposals, reader catching feelings.

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐃 !! — @sangokokomis.

𝐚 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐜𝐚𝐬: kinktober 2 <3 also sorry but i suffer from can’t-do-pwp-bc-i-love-plot disease

— 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐦𝐞 !!

Out of thousands upon thousands of years, so few men and women had met the Aeons in comparison to those that did not. Even fewer were selected by the deities to live closely with them — and many, many years ago, you yourself been chosen for such an opportunity.

As a priestess of destruction, you’d had many long days to accustom yourself to the personality of your deity, far used to the occasional outbursts and fits of rage that could turn to silent ponderings within moments. You’d seen hundreds come and go, less than a dozen stay, and had long acquainted yourself with his many lesser followers. That being said, it had also been several long years that you’d been sent away from your official post by him, destined to infiltrate those which sought to destroy his plans, and those several years had been filled with nothing but annoyance. You missed your home, missed your Aeon, and you missed your former work. Life as Nanook’s high priestess was a good one, and life in his bed even better — but now you were on the Astral Express, feigning a life as a crewmember that a lesser associate of yours had long killed all while wearing her face thanks to the magics of Phantylia. One of the Express’s leaders had been attracted to the silly girl, and because of that he’d now fallen victim to your own charms and wiles, which was why he was serving you even now.

Your head falls onto the back of the couch behind you, your glass of wine held in one slightly shaky hand as Welt Yang buried his face between your spread legs to taste the slit between them. Your eyes remain closed and your breathing deep and easy as you bask in the attention he was lavishing you in, and with a soft sigh you lift your glass to your lips and take a sip.

When you’d arrived here, the girl whose face you’d stolen was still in the early innocent stages of a romance with the man, and you’d more than taken up the mantle she’d desired and had captured his heart and his cock with nothing more than a few wicked games veiled with false sincerities, so overall the fact that they’d not fucked yet was benefactory to your cause; Aeons knew what would have become of you if Yang had felt suspicious over his ‘lover’ because you clenched your cunt differently while he was inside it than the woman he was actually in love with — that being said, playing the part of a virgin when you’d not been one for centuries had been hell.

Still, you’d played your part beautifully.

The ways in which Welt Yang touched you were far different to the touches of Lord Nanook; where your Aeon could be vicious and cruel, a man at his core who sought blood and bruises, Yang was gentle and soft, preferring a romantic setting over one of chaos. You hated it at first, feeling lazy at how simple it all was, but eventually after a few years you came to enjoy it; the next many years spent hiding in plain sight as your Aeon commanded would only consist of suffering if you yourself felt that Yang’s lovemaking was such, so why not enjoy it while you could? Kafka had also advised that you find a bright spot in wherever you were located; she’d been in a handful of ‘missions’ similar to these — and despite how well you knew her to be able to lie, you trusted her. So far she’d given you no reason to think otherwise.

“Eager tonight, Mr. Yang?” you ask softly through a smile, finally breaking the silence that had only been punctuated by the wet noises of his talented mouth on your cunt while spreading your legs further apart ever so slightly. You feel him grin against you before tossing one of your legs over his shoulder, managing to worm his way closer to you as you knew he liked.

“I’m always eager for a taste of what only you can give me,” he replies, murmuring the dead woman’s name like she was his god. You ignore it, humming softly and trying to calm your racing heart as his tongue rolled expertly over the thousands of nerves between your legs. The urge to buck up into his face was growing stronger than ever, and your grip on your glass tightens almost enough for it to shatter.

Welt moans against your cunt, drunk off of the taste of you, and you let out a soft noise that has him doing exactly what he’d done to coax it out of you the first time. One of your hands rushes down to bury itself in his hair, fisting around a handful, and he moans into you again as you submit to your own urges and start rolling your hips up into his face. Your wine sloshes in your glass as you squeeze your eyes shut so tightly that tears start to spring up, and you whisper out curses and pleads as a spot in your belly starts growing tighter and tighter, and he changes nothing — an experienced lover, Welt knew just what he was meant to do.

With a sharp wail, the leg over his shoulder curls around his head and holds his mouth to your cunt, your body spasming as you squeeze him. His eyelashes flutter slightly as he relishes the feeling of your thighs pressing in tightly around him all while continuing to taste you, and one of his hands comes up to rub small circles on your skin as you cum for him.

After a moment, the feeling slowly fades and the afterglow kicks in. Standing up, Welt takes your wine glass from you carefully, helping you finish drinking what wine you had left as he also assists in removing your robe and baring yourself to him. As the last dregs roll into your mouth, he captures your lips in a kiss, and you can taste yourself on his lips before your juices blend with the wine. A few stray droplets escape your mouths and begin running down your chin and throat before rolling across your bare breasts, and Welt is quick to swallow what’s in his mouth to chase them with it, his tongue flicking out to capture each droplet before finally closing on one nipple. You whimper softly, weak cries falling from your kiss-swollen lips as his tongue curls around the sensitive bud.

“Bed,” you whisper quietly, and he grunts against you in agreement. The two of you make your way over to the bed you shared, Welt kicking off his shoes hastily as you abandon your robe on the couch completely.

He nudges you gently and you fall back onto the thick blankets, pretending to be offended as you prop yourself up on your elbows, and he laughs as he unbuckles his belt and lets his pants fall to puddle on the floor. Your gaze falls upon his cock, hard and weeping, and your lip darts out to wet your lips before you spread your legs invitingly. His brown eyes darken a few shades and he tugs his shirt up and over his head before taking his rightful place between your thighs, his thick length slapping against your cunt as you’d both desired as he begins kissing you again.

A soft pressure makes itself known as he slips a hand between the two of you and begins pressing his cock inside of you; you just close your eyes and relax into the mattress as the ever so familiar feeling of him filling you washes over your body. The two of you wait a moment, basking in the feeling and allowing your body to adjust before wrecking each other as always.

“I love you,” he whispers through a smile, and you laugh a little to yourself.

“I know,” you reply, and it’s enough for him as he begins to gently move, rolling his hips against you in a soft rhythm he knows you enjoy. Soft sighs and moans fall from your lips as he drives himself deep inside over and over again, an ever familiar fire building in your belly as he slams against your sweet spot over and over; the bastard had memorized its placement a long time ago, much to your shock.

“Yes, yes — fuck, please!” he moans above you, his eyes squeezed shut from the feeling of being inside. You lock your legs around his waist instinctively as he slowly picks up the pace, letting out sharp cries of pleasure. You don’t notice him open his eyes, nor do you notice him gazing down at you in adoration as he brings you closer and closer to the edge or the excited glint in his eyes as he grips your waist and rolls the two of you over so you sit on top of him — but you don’t have to have noticed any of these things to know what he’s wanting as he bucks his hips up into you.

Lofting yourself up, you keep pulling up until the tip of his cock pops out and only brushes against your hole before dropping back down all at once, gasping as you’re filled and then shivering at the loud, shouted moan Welt lets loose; Aeons, you hoped no one heard. Last time he’d cried out like that while the two of you were fucking, Himeko had burst in in a panic with her weapon in hand, thinking he was under attack, only to find you with your wrists and ankles tied to the top bedposts so you’d be completely spread openand Welt balls deep inside you.

Breakfast the next morning had been interesting. March and Dan Heng hadn’t understood why things were so awkward, but thankfully hadn’t commented on it.

“Fuck, that’s good,” you whimper, lifting your hips and slamming them down on him over and over again. You can feel the tight grip Welt has on you, one hand on your waist and the other squeezing your hip, and you catch your bottom lip between your teeth and bite down a little as the tightness in your belly grows. “Fuck, ‘m close — W-Welt!”

“Y-Yeah, I know — c’mon, sweetheart, just a little more!” he moans, his eyes rolling back a little as he fucks up into your dripping hole. His nails dig into your skin as you slow the manic bouncing to a deep grind that smashes his fat tip against your cervix, causing you both to let out equally deep cries of pleasure. He curses again, and you grab his shoulder with one hand while wrapping the other around his throat, choking him. His hips stutter up into you instinctively and he lets out a strained groan, but other than that he has no reaction to it.

“You shouldn’t trust me so blindly, Mr. Yang,” you purr softly, gently tightening the grip you have around his neck. He lets out a gasped moan and tightens his grip on your hips, a blissed out grin on his face and a flush on his cheeks, and laughs a little even while his air is restricted.

“And why not? You’d never hurt me, Mrs. Yang,” he gasps, and your eyes widen as your grip loosens in shock. Breathing heavily, he looks down at you hopefully through sex-mussed hair with a bright smile.

You ask shakily, “D-Do you mean-?!” and he nods.

“Yes. It’s been five years of bliss with you at my side, so marry me,” he begs softly, his eyes warm and genuine. “Marry me, take my name, let everyone know that I’m yours and you’re mine.”

“Everyone — Everyone already knows you’re mine, Welt,” you whisper truthfully, heart racing. You’ve both stopped the carnal movements you’d shared before, still connected in the most intimate ways, but still as your mind raced as fast as your heart. A proposal? Was he absolutely insane?

Were you?

Marrying him would be an unbreakable cover. You’d never be questioned, no one’s thoughts of your loyalty to the Express would ever falter. Should there ever be a suspicion of a traitor in the midst of the crew, you’d never be considered — the wife of Welt Yang, a traitor? Impossible!

So… why were you hesitating? Your Aeon wouldn’t give a damn and demand you take this opportunity, Phantylia would mock you for your hesitance, Blade would call you a fool for not jumping for it, and Kafka —

Well. Maybe of all your secret allies, Kafka would actually understand. Despite the exterior mask she shrouded herself in, the woman felt strongly. It was not a ‘maybe’ — she would understand.

You may have been a priestess of the Destruction, but you were still a priestess. Marriage was a vow more sacred than any other save a life debt, even to followers of Nanook. You’d blessed more marriages in your many long years than you could possibly remember, as well as the children that followed — whether these marriages be of love, stratagem, convenience, arrangement, or any other means. The bond between spouses was something you dared not tamper with.

But would he suspect you if you said no?

You’d managed to ease more of your own personality into that of the girl you’d hidden as over the last many years you’d been on the Astral Express and during the three in which you’d been in a relationship with Yang. You’d ushered her ended life into a new era as a woman, helped her personality grow beyond the grave, and you couldn’t thank your past self enough for the insight to do so. If Yang had proposed when you’d first arrived amongst the Astral Express Crew, the girl would have cried and said yes immediately, full of excitement that overflowed into every action she made, a reaction very unlike the one you were having right now. Now you’d made certain the come across more subdued and less explosive, and better yet you’d had a trailblazing expedition that Himeko and Welt both considered traumatizing ( a few people died, who the hell cares? ) to the girl who used to be.

You’d jumped on that opportunity as quickly as a viper strikes its prey with a killing bite. Why were you not greedily snatching this one up as well? What was happening to you to make you falter in such a way?

“You — You don’t have to say anything now, I know the proposal is sudden,” Welt mumbles softly, averting his eyes.

You’d been quiet too long.

“Don’t bother,” you reply, watching him wince. Smiling, you say, “Yes. I’ll marry you,” and watch him light up.

“You will?” he asks, smiling serenely, and you nod through a soft smile of your own.

“I will. I’ll marry you, I’ll take your name — and should we consider it, I’ll bear you a son,” you promise quietly, as is the oath of marriages amongst the Destruction ( though changed ever so slightly; you’d learned over the years that Welt Yang was no man desiring strictly obedient partners — a child would have to be a decision you both made in his mind ).

For some reason, the thought of using any child you share with him doesn’t present itself in your mind as another means of cover or of digging your claws deeper into the Express.

Welt just laughs. “Son, daughter, both or none — I don’t need any children, only you.” Your eyes start to water a little at that, surprising you; when you’d attempted to make such a promise to the Aeon you served, his reaction had been vastly different.

You were glad the room was dark enough for him not to notice — hopefully. If he does, he doesn’t say anything, and you appreciate it.

He sits up and presses his lips against yours in a slow kiss, blatantly conveying his love for you in every movement. More tears well up. You ignore them.

“Welt,” you whisper against his mouth, and he pulls back a hair’s width. “Make love to me.”

His eyes, soft and gooey in the meagre light like melted chocolate, gaze up at you with an unhidden adoration that makes some part of you inside ache. What was this feeling? You’d been feeling it more and more lately, and you didn’t know why.

Hmm. Perhaps matters of the philosopher.

The two of you resume your previously abandoned movements, this time slower and more rhythmic, imbued with the romance that Welt so openly craved. He moans soft utterances of your name and declarations of love that make your heart suddenly sting. You cannot return them, you aren’t meant to, but Aeons above… you want to.

You can feel yourself teetering over the edge, Welt able to make you cum like even Nanook had never managed, and you fight off a sudden rush of tears as he whispers his love for you yet again as he fills you up, his thick cum a hot weight inside that has you following suit quickly. He holds you through your orgasm, fucking you through it as well even as it sends him into overstimulation, and as you finally come down he pulls out, watching the way his thick spend dribbles out of your messy hole before laying down beside you, content. The two of you could bathe tomorrow morning, for now you were both too tired.

“You’re everything I’ve ever wanted and more, everything I ever searched the stars for…” he whispers in your ear through a pleased sigh, wrapping his arms around you, “I love you.” His hands, rough from use over his many years, toy with your own, and you close your eyes and bask in the feeling of him lacing your fingers together.

“And I you,” you murmur softly, eyes slightly wet as he nuzzles his face into your neck and begins to ease into a deep sleep, and as you glance over to where your phone rests on the bedside table. A harsh light fills the room as the screen lights up with a message, likely from Kafka, requesting an update before she made a move on Herta’s Space Station; Welt, ever-trusting, only hides his face in your neck as you slowly reach over with a trembling hand and turn the phone face-down.

You sigh, staring up at the ceiling as your fingers toy with the hair at his nape without you even realizing it. His breathing has evened out, and he’s clearly asleep — content and happy in your arms while also with you in his. You look down at him, then sigh again. You’d been doing that a lot lately, Aeons knew why.

“Sorry, Mr. Yang, but I still haven’t found what I’m looking for.”

𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 © { 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 } 𝐛𝐲 𝟒𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐒. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭.

#welt yang x reader #welt yang x you #star rail x reader #star rail x you #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail x you #honkai: star rail x reader #honkai: star rail x you #hsr x reader #hsr x you #— kinktober_23.♡

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blasphemous-lies-and-deceit · 11 months ago

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sneaking away to a hidden corner to share a secretive kiss

"This is such bullshit."

"I know," Michael answered, his pleasant smile never budging. Gerry shifted restlessly at his side, glad that he had Michael's arm tucked in his. Otherwise he would have hauled ass hours ago.

It was fine that the person he loved the most in the world was tied to the Archives and the Eye, and he himself was deep in debt to an evil old bitch and thus also roped into the whole mess. He had accepted all of that. The day to day was decent, especially once he and Michael left at the end of the day to spend the night together, which he could easily call the greatest moments of his life. He could handle the field work involving dangerous books or people- he could handle himself, and had a reason to make it back safely. Even the occasional Institute drama that made its way into the Archives, he could deal with it.

But he could not stand being forced into a suit to stand around and please the Institute investors at some stupid fundraiser dinner.

There were so many people in fancy suits and dresses, crowded into the ritzy hotel ballroom Elias had rented for the evening. It was hot, and crowded, and Gerry could feel judging eyes on him, like he was holding a flashing sign saying "I Don't Belong Here". His shoes hurt his feet and his jacket was too tight in the shoulders and the food still hadn't been served. The night was dragging in the worst way, and he hated all of it.

The only relief he had was Michael, somehow looking perfectly at ease in the uncomfortable situation. And gorgeous. Simply gorgeous. Unlike Gerry, he fit so well into his dark blue suit, eyes bright and sparkling, hair pulled back so his curls spilled down his back. Gerry wanted to plaster himself to him, press him up against a wall and ravish him, take that sweet bland smile off his face and replace it with wide-eyed pleasure. And the knowledge that he couldn't, not for several hours, was unbearable.

"Ah, here he is." Gerry tensed when Elias pushed through the crowd, approaching them with a horribly delighted smile. A small stuffy-looking man followed him. "Gerard, it's my pleasure to introduce you to a former associate of your mother."

'Fuck you,' Gerry thought as hard and viciously as he could, and caught a slight wince from the Head of the Institute. It seemed that Gertrude's suspicions about her boss were correct, but he didn't have time to think about that. The other man, who's name he didn't bother to catch, was stepping forward with his hand outstretched, and he reluctantly took it, woodenly smiling at his enthusiasm.

"I'm so glad to make your acquaintance," he gushed, hand clammy as he vigorously shook Gerry's. "Your mother's passing left such a hole in the rare book collecting community. Elias tells me you've inherited her stock. Will you be continuing her work?"

"Not...really?" Gerry mumbled, feeling horribly awkward and deeply uncomfortable by the mention of his mum. He knew just from the way Elias was smiling that he'd done this on purpose, setting up this situation just to watch him squirm. Fucking bastard. "Not really interested in collecting them, exactly."

"We've actually discussed liquidating Mary's collection," Michael spoke up smoothly, tugging Gerry closer to his side and out of the grasp of Mary's enthusiastic former client. "If that's something you're interested in, we can certainly discuss the sale at another time."

God fucking bless Michael, Gerry thought in relief, slumping against his side. He was taking control of the conversation, saving Gerry's ass with his confidence, and that was so unspeakably reassuring.

"Oh." The stranger's face fell dramatically. "That's such a shame, Mary worked so hard to compile all those books."

"I'm sure they will be far better off in the hands of someone else," Michael said placatingly with a surreptitious squeeze to Gerry's arm. "Someone who is more suited to care for them than we are."

"Well, in that case..." A nearly lustful look slid onto their conversation partner's face, sending a chill down Gerry's spine. "I'd be more than happy to-"

"Um, Elias?" Rosie appeared at Elias' elbow, distracting him from their conversation he'd been watching like an engrossing tv show. "Gertrude has Peter Lukas cornered again, I think you should intervene."

"Oh, damn," Elias sighed as he turned away to focus on the problem. Gerry felt a hard yank on his arm, and let himself be pulled back by Michael, who dragged him away from the conversation before anyone could notice. Michael towed him to a corner next to the window, where the long curtains shielded them from the rest of the room.

"Come here," Michael whispered urgently, pulling Gerry close and cupping his face. Gerry eagerly shifted up onto his toes to accept his kiss, full of warmth and comfort. "Are you okay?"

"I am," Gerry assured him, sighing against his lips. "I am. Because of you. Thank you for dealing with that asshole, I never know what to say to guys like that."

Michael sighed as well, his breath gusting across Gerry's face as he touched their foreheads together. "I wasn't sure...I know we talked about it, about what to do with your mom's stuff, but-"

"You were perfect," Gerry assured him, stepping closer to wrap his arms around his middle. "I don't want it to go to him-"

"Absolutely not," Michael agreed with a smile, tucking Gerry close in their private little corner. "We're a good team, aren't we?"

"The greatest." Gerry buried his face in Michael's chest, rubbing his cheek against his smooth tie. All of his nerves had melted away, leaving him happy and warm in Michael's embrace. "I think I'll keep you right here for the rest of the night."

Michael laughed. "But we'd miss Gertrude tormenting Elias and Peter Lukas," he protested, even as he leaned down to kiss Gerry again. "She might need us as backup."

"She's fine," Gerry dismissed immediately, sinking his fingers into Michael's hair and pulling him into a deep and very-wanted kiss. He could keep Michael there for the rest of the night, just the two of them, their own private oasis all to themselves, to kiss and bask in each other's presence. That was all that he wanted, and he would take it for as long as he could.

#gerrymichael #the magnus archives #tma fic #gerry keay #michael shelley #doorkeay #rebelwriting

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blushweddinggowns · 11 months ago

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A Deep Dive into the Munson Marriage: Just Who is Steve Harrington?

By Fredricka Keith

The world has somehow been sleeping on the end of an era. The notorious bachelor Eddie Munson is married. But how did it happen? Who did he fall for? Surprisingly enough, those questions were very hard to answer, despite Munson’s past predilection to be an open book.

He has been uncharacteristically tight-lipped about his new beau. Tight enough for the majority of his fans to be just as shocked as the general public at the new announcement. Even so, Steve Harrington hasn’t managed to stay completely out of the public eye.

The thirty-three year old has a dismal social media presence, but lucky enough for us, his husband and sister are much more giving. Though Eddie’s Instagram and Twitter mentions of his husband were quickly found to be useless in getting to know the man, despite the number of posts associated with his name. It probably shouldn’t have been surprising, considering how they were nearly all nonsensical compliments, written straight from his stream of consciousness.

His sister, Robin Buckley, was better, especially considering that she’s been using the same Instagram account since 2012. Through her, we received a little more insight on the man. He had a penance for camping and exercise, often ready and able to drag both his sister and husband with him. According to a Birthday celebration post in 2017 it was mentioned his favorite movie is The Thing (1986) and his favorite cake flavor was southern caramel.

As for his own career, Robin’s BrotherBartender hashtag was of some use, at the least showing us that the man was capable of creating gorgeous drinks, with a long past career in bartending. But that was it, the only information that was up for grabs.

While the newly Steve Munson has been to a number of events with his husband, he still remains an enigma. The only thing his red carpet showings have proved was that the former Harrington was a master at directing attention away from himself, and his husband was incredibly protective of his privacy. There have been many interviews cut short due to questions he found unacceptable, which was a brand new behavior for the star. His days of being an open book are officially finished.

But the plot thickens.

While neither Steve nor Eddie are open for insight, a thorough background check did reveal some interesting information. Surprisingly enough, marrying a rockstar was not Mr. Buckley-Munson’s first experience with the upper echelon.

Through anonymous inside sources we were able to find that the Harrington last name was familiar for a reason, outside of Steve. His parents, celebrity lawyer Richard Harrington, along with his estranged ex-wife, Adriana Harrington, made headlines in 2012 due to their contentious divorce.

For those not in the know, the two C-list celebrities are most well-known for their continued campaigns against the LGBTQ community, as well as Richard Harrington’s unsavory choice of clients. Harvey Weinstein, Jeffery Epstein, Mitch McConnell, along with his earlier aid work on the OJ Simpson trial.

His mother, Adriana, while not directly working with some of the most despised men in the country, is famous in her own right. The fifty-one year old has nearly two hundred followers on Instagram, her posts consistently centering around the sanctity of marriage, pro-life advocacy, and bible quotes.

With this in mind, it is extremely hard to see how their son ended up in not only a gay marriage, but with someone who is flagantly against every single thing they stand for. Though after reaching out to his parents for comment, the picture of how they came together becomes more clear.

Richard Harrington initially denied all allegations of having any children with his previous wife, despite direct evidence to the contrary. That was until Adriana Harrington settled the score, posting a series of photos of what appeared to be a young Steve Harrington alongside his father. Along with a caption reading: It doesn't surprise me that a liar would lie about his own son. But unfortunately, yes, Steve Harrington was ours.

Though when asked for clarification on her own relationship with their son, she did not hesitate to reiterate that she had no regrets regarding how their relationship ended.

“While I wish Steven had taken the tough love he was given to improve himself, I can not say that I’m surprised that he has turned out this way. It’s unfortunate that his deviant behavior has escalated to the level of making a mockery out of the institution of marriage, but that is out of my control. All I can do is rest easy knowing I tried to give him the best life possible. Him throwing that chance away is not of my concern.”

It was an odd choice of phrasing, considering how “throwing” his life away equated to marrying a multi-millionaire. When asked just what tough love she was referring to, she clarified:

“Steven was given a choice to get help for his affliction or be completely on his own. He chose to be completely on his own. Whatever happened after that choice is a reflection on him. Not me.”

Though when further pressed on just when Steven was given this “choice” she only mentioned that he was “of age” but admitted he was still a teenager at the time of his disownment.

When asked for comment after Adriana’s claims, the Harrington firm provided the following information:

“Richard Harrington has not spoken to his alleged son, Steven Harrington, legal name Steve Buckley-Munson for nearly fifteen years. While his name is present on Mr. Munson’s birth certificate, the biological relationship between the two has never been confirmed. Considering Adriana Harrington’s past history of infidelity, it is quite likely that there is no actual relation between the two men.

With that acknowledged, Mr. Harrignton would like to reiterate that he has no ties to Steve Buckley-Munson, Edward Munson, Corroded Coffin, or their label Virgin Records. He is a dedicated family man whose loyalties lie with his new wife, his two beautiful young children, and his clients. Those areas are where his focus will always be, first and foremost.”

It is a wonder that such a well-matched duo could ever end in divorce. But their answers only led to more questions. How could Steve Buckley-Munson have a sister if he was disowned as a teenager?

From the last chapter of this (finished) fic!

#steddie #steddie fic #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie ficlet #stranger things #damn your love damn your lies #shes officially over over yaaaay

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fabseg-creator · 7 months ago

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Miraculous AU: Fifty Shades of Gold (Chloenette) [MATURE]

I've made a full collection of sketches of Marinette and Chloé intimate moments (but it's in a Fifty Shades of Grey style 👀).

It's the continuity of my previous sketch: Chloenette "Special Lesson" (Mature too).

It happens in an AU (dark and sad) [Mature content, No kids allowed]:

The AU: Fifty Shades of Gold

Marinette and Chloé are the co-main protagonists in this AU.

Marinette and Chloé are both 18 years old (but their civilian clothes are generally identical to their canon clothes).

Kwamis and Miraculouses don't exist.

-Marinette Dupain-Cheng:

Marinette is just a girl with a normal life but with some complications: she fails her romances with boys.

She is actually the Paris' best fashion-designer. She became famous in this speciality thanks to Gabriel (but the man suicided because of not accepting his wife's death).

Marinette is in a bad mood: she has lack of inspiration for creating dresses and clothes and she is no longer in couple with Adrien (despote they were lovers since

Adrien becomes baker (the Marinette's job with her parents) while Marinette has been promoted employee at the Gabriel brand by Audrey Bourgeois. It's a profession swap !

The Gabriel brand was beginning the path to the bankruptcy and Marinette felt the burnout until a certain blond girl comes to become candidate as top-model on replacement of Adrien who wouldn't be model anymore).

-Chloé Bourgeois:

Chloé is was a aristocrat girl turned into an escort-girl who has issues with her mother. Her father, the mayor, is deceased. After the latter's death, a saddened and desperate Chloé fled the Grand Hotel when she was 14.

Chloé secretly joins a business of prostitution as a escort-girl, call-girl and dominatrix. Following the next years, Chloé was fallen to the anonymity. Sabrina, Alya, Zoé, Adrien and Luka are the only ones who managed to keep in connection with the former spoiled brat.

She keeps her "job" secret from the public.

Her boss from her "business" is in fact: Cerise Bianca, a famous actress who make fortune by playing and producting movies. In clandestinity, the latter works in a proxenetism network under the identities of Lila Rossi, Volpina and Chrysalis (in association with a certain Cash and his mobsters) and her movie career had been launched on that. This girl is just recently become the new director of this" business" after the Cash's arrest.

At her difficult return to civilian life, Chloé becomes the top-model of the Gabriel brand by her mother (despite the issues Chloé has with her). Zoé is the one who convinced the mother and the half-sister to make a deal.

Chloé's promotion saves the brand.

But now, the blond girl must familiarize with Marinette (despite their opposite natures).

-The synopsis (hypothetical):

Marinette, a notorious fashion-designer and employee of the Gabriel fashion brand, lives an unlucky situation: Adrien breaks up with her in reason of her workholic time from her employment. He warned me he will see her again when she will really a time for him.

Meanwhile, the brand is in financial difficulties. Next day, Chloé comes to the brand's office for see Audrey Bourgeois, the former's mother and current the Gabriel's owner. Chloé receives here a "second chance": a promotion for working as model. A commercial (where Chloé appears) is released and the brand marketing is relaunched.

When Marinette finds out that, she is astonished. After three/four years of no contacting, she decides to see her. At their reuniting, the two young adult women will learn, by the decision of Audrey, an unexpected surprise: the two girls must work together as a business duo: Marinette is the designer and Chloé is the muse.

Marinette and Chloé go on a business trip. And during this trip, they take the time to familiarize each other. Together, they talk about their respective issues, difficulties, love problems, secrets and their similarities. That makes the two partners more closer each other and they begin to fall in love each other. But Marinette later realizes a unimaginable secret from Chloé: the latter had experienced a doubtful but enduring "profession" as prostitute during previous years. Their relationship will turns into a "game" Marinette never personally known and the bluenette will understands what Chloé lived during these last years.

-Their relationship:

In the past, a teenage Chloé was a bully and a teenage Marinette was one of the latter's victims.

After Chloé's Daddy's death, Marinette tried to express condoleances to the blond girl but the latter was already gone in a runaway. The bluenette was worried about her fallen rival being disappeared for some weeks.

Marinette went in date respectively with Luka, Nathaniel and finally Adrien (the boy she loved and finally dated).

Chloé realized "some tasteless adventures" with unknown people during her doubtful activities.

Chloé was going to lose interest to the life until her family contacts her again for offering a new departure.

When Marinette and Chloé met first time each other since a long time, they are both uncomfortable. Later, they learn to know each other (despite their coworker status).

They fall in love each other during their business trip (and they sleep together).

At their return, when Chloé makes Marinette aware the former had worked in a procuring group as dominatrix, their relationship turns into a sadomasoshist relation (they will mainly practice that in the Red Bedroom). Marinette consents to experiment BDSM sessions with Chloé. The bluenette plays the submissive while Chloé is the dominant.

The blondie feels guilty to bring her partner to that game.

The playlist:

The list of sketches at the bottom presents scenes with mature content [PG-13/R?] (No kids allowed):

Chloé "teaching a special lesson" to a topless Marinette

Marinette and Chloé in the bed after one of their "sessions" in the Red Bedroom

A weeping Chloé realizing about her situation: she hates her actual life, her dark job and herself

Two Kiss scenes/Two contrasts:

Dominatrix Chloe and a naked Marinette kissing together (Light, Love, Exaltion)

Marinette recomforting a tearful Chloé with a kiss (Tragic, Sadness, Sorrow)

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous au #fifty shades of gold #marinette dupain cheng #chloé bourgeois #homoerotism #aged up characters #dark au #suggestive #fifty shades of grey au #chloenette #my art #fan concept #my writing #no kids allowed #toxic yuri #Spotify

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g-girlshavingfun · 2 months ago

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December Prompts

19) A hotel bar - Townsend x Catherine

Shortly before the events of OGSY, Catherine tracks Townsend down for a long overdue catch up. (2,949)

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Edward was nursing a glass of whiskey at the counter, one eye counting the security cameras and their blind spots in the reflection of the glasses, the other on the the hotel bar’s entrance, when he caught a glimpse of fire red hair and felt his heart stop in his chest.

It had been a stressful day already. With MI6 receiving intel from Langley earlier in the week about Joseph Solomon’s association with The Circle of Cavan, he had spent the morning on the phone with the American agency reassuring them of Abigail’s loyalties. He had been furious when he heard they were keeping her for questioning, had immediately gotten in contact to remind them of all the assignments working against The Circle that Abby had been essential in, that Abby had risked her life in. Once he had convinced the morons of her lack of involvement, he had gotten into contact with Abe Baxter to ensure he updated Cameron Morgan’s security detail. With her Mother still detained in the States, and her aunt delayed by her insistence on talking to her sister, MI6 had been left in charge of the teenager’s safety. Edward wasn’t going to let anything happen to that girl on their watch.

Not Abby’s niece.

Now that darkness had fallen over the city, Edward was casing out potential sites where Solomon could be hiding. The Baxters had been concerned that he may try make contact with Cammie while she was in London, while she was outside the confinement’s of her school, and so Edward had worked through what his plan might be, how he may intercept the traitor before he got his hands on the girl. The most direct route from DC to London would be via Heathrow airport, so if the man was half as good an operative as his former friends claimed then he would fly via a diversion into Gatwick or Stansted instead. Working against a clock, the man would want to move quickly, so Edward reckoned he would fly to the former, its direct transport links to Victoria station giving him rapid access to the centre of the city. From there his movements would be anyone’s guess. Perhaps he would follow an operative’s typical handbook, hide out in an inconspicuous motel and move under the cover of night. Or perhaps he would do the opposite, knowing that they would expect discretion from him, and disguise himself as a wealthy socialite making his way through London’s Christmas festivities. That’s why Edward had made his way to The Clermont that evening, would make his way to The Savoy shortly, to determine if Solomon had dared show his face amongst the upper class establishments of the city.

It was there that the glinting red hair caught his eye.

All his muscles seized up under his suit. Teeth grinding together behind a tense jaw, fists clenching under the bar, heart pounding in his chest, he subtly eyed the doorway where the red hair had come from. Pulse racing, he reflected on the last time he saw the woman in person, the beating of the sun overhead, the explosion that rippled through the Argentinian building, the way his throat clogged with fear as he threw himself towards a crumpled body on the ground.

He took a deep breath, filling his empty lungs with something other than dread. Head angled over his left shoulder, he scanned the room for her but came up empty.

It was late, he was tired, he was imagining things. Exhausted from the day’s, the week’s, the month’s activity, his mind was conjuring up the worst possible scenario and taunting him with it.

What if Catherine Goode had found out where Cameron Morgan was spending her Christmas break? What if she had broken through every security measure they had in place to protect the girl and managed to get within a few miles of her location? What if she was here to finish the job she started in Boston, in DC?

What if he was going to have to face her?

Edward was just beginning to relax when he heard a maniacal giggle in his right ear.

“Hello again Eddie.”

The hair on the back of his neck stood on end. His blood flushed with boiling rage. Shivers wrecked through his body as he trembled with tension. He was about to slip off his stool, grab her by her fire red hair and slam her skull against the counter when he felt the unmistakable jab of the barrel of a gun poking into his spine.

“Ah ah ah.” Singsong voice dancing into his ear, she settled a hand on his shoulder, her fingers burning through his suit jacket and scalding the skin underneath. “Not so fast Townsend darling, I need to talk to you.” She pressed her body up against his back, hot breath tickling the hairs around his ear. Swallowing hard, he tried to relax his tense muscles, tried to breathe through the block of rage crushing his chest, tried to stop his hands from wrapping around her throat in this very public environment. Slowly, she pressed her lips to the side of his head, to the shell of his ear, whispered dangerously to him. “I’ll have whatever you’re having.”

The muzzle still firm against his back, he signalled to the bartender, slipped him a twenty in return for the two double whiskeys, told him to keep the change.

Her hand lifted from his shoulder, reaching across his body, scratching her red nails along the base of his neck, taking one glass from the counter and pouring its contents down her throat in a generous gulp. Edward took a modest sip himself. He needed to keep his wits about him.

The gun against his spine traced a picture of a heart along his back and shifted to the side, now pressing tight against his hip. Catherine perched herself on the stool beside him, hooking her ankle around his own sear and spinning him to face her. Grinning at him, she took another sip of her drink, happy to let the silence linger between them for a moment. Schooling his face into a blank stare, he took her in. Blindingly red hair fell in curled ringlets around her pale face, dark eyes sucking the light out of the room around her. Her lips were painted a deep burgundy, eyelids dusted in a silver glimmer that matched the thin chain dangling around her throat. The chain was unfamiliar, but the amethyst pendant was one that a fool he once knew had bought her a lifetime ago. Purple gems dipped past the hollow in her throat, past the bridge of her sternum, hanging deep in the cleavage of her low cut gown. She looked stunning.

God he hated her.

Pulling her lips away from the glass, she set it down on the hotel bar bench and set her elbow down, head resting on her hand as she leant in close enough to choke him with her perfume. “Where’s the girl Eddie?”

He didn’t even flinch. “Where’s Solomon?”

The smile that previously danced across her face dropped, mood switching from manic to enraged in a split second. A glare settled across her expression. “Where,” the gun in his side repositioned itself to sit in-between his ribs, “is the girl?”

“You’re a smart psychopath Catherine, surely you know that no matter how many bullets you put in me I’m never going to give you her location.”

“Hmm I suppose not.” Voice distant, breathy, she sighed in mock disappointment. Gulping down the rest of her drink, she stood from her brief perch on the barstool and removed the gun from his side. Her hips swayed as she began walking away, her words a gleeful song which she sang over her shoulder. “Maybe I’ll have to put them in your girlfriend instead.”

His blood boiled over.

Unable to force any air into his lungs, his brain was suddenly overwhelmed by the image of Abby collapsed on the ground in Buenos Aires, slashes carved into her body from a delicate dagger and a bullet lodged in her hip. By the image of her bleeding out from a gunshot wound in Washington a thousand miles away from him. By the image of Catherine standing over her with a gun, relentless in her glee as she pulled the trigger over and over and-

Storming out of his seat, he followed her purposeful strides to a dark hallway next to the bar, snatched her wrist out of the air and squeezing tight until she dropped the gun. He pulled her body towards his, looming over her as his chest heaved and his body trembled, overcome with anger.

Her eyes scanned up and down his frame, tongue teasing at her lips.“My my, that did get your attention.”

Enraged, he threw her up against the wall and pressed his arm against the hollow of her throat, squeezing tight until he could feel her pulse stagger beneath his arm. She didn’t even struggle. Didn’t put up a fight. Just painted a large grin across her face and giggled breathlessly as he growled at her. “Shut your mouth.”

“How is your precious Abigail? I heard she had a little meeting last month with my friend.” He pressed his arm tighter against her throat, enjoying the way the colour dripped from her face. Deprived of air, her words were raspy as they peeled out of her mouth. “You two are so cute together you know. If you guys ever want some company-” A pained gasp for air cut her off, Edward’s arm impossibly tight against her neck.

In that moment, he truly thought he was going to kill her.

Then he felt a cool knife press against his groin and weakened his grip ever so slightly. Oxygen rushed into her brain with a delighted giggle, the pressure of the blade on his femoral artery lessening a tad. She grinned at him, pleased with the little game she had derived.

Something in his eyes must have given away his intent. “You’re a smart boy Townsend, surely you know that you’ll bleed out long before you manage to kill me.”

He hated her.

“What are you doing here Catherine? What do you want?”

They must’ve made an interesting picture. His chest heaving, face painted in a glare, looming over her with his forearm against her neck. Her body pressed close to his, lips stretched in a wicked smile, hand poised between his hip and his thigh. She hummed, vibrations in her throat rippling along the hairs on his arm.

“You’ve been offered Joe Solomon’s position at The Gallagher Academy for Exceptional Young Women.” It was a fact, not a question. Somehow Catherine knew about the job offer he had received a mere two days ago even though he had yet to mention it to anyone. “What I want, is for you to take it.”

“Why would I take the job if that’s exactly what you want me to do?”

“Because you’re obsessed with me.” She morphed her face into something familiar from almost two decades ago. Dainty smile and fluttering eyelashes, a trustworthy face, he once thought. Unimpressed with his lack of a reaction, she rolled her eyes at him, ran her free hand up his chest. “Because we both want the same thing.” He blinked at her. “We both want Joe Solomon found.”

He blinked again. Surprised. “You don’t know where he is.”

“Him or the girl, though I imagine they’re both nearby or you wouldn’t be here.”

“What do you want with Solomon?” The man was on her side, whatever she wanted from him surely she didn’t need Edward’s help to get it.

“Just a little chat. Don’t you worry Eddie, I’ll give him back once I’m done with him”

“When I get Joe Solomon you won’t be getting anywhere near him.”

Her hand rose from his chest to caress his jaw. “You’re so cute when you’re wrong.” There was that face again, eyelids batting at him.

“What do you want with Solomon?”

“You’re going to take the job, because it’s your best shot at catching him.” She ignored his question the second time he asked it, instead bringing the topic of conversation back round to his job offer. Smirk pulling at her lips, she dropped her voice to a deep drawl, a poor imitation of his accent and the words he once spoke to her a lifetime ago. “To track a fox, you start at its den.”

“I can track a fox without resorting to teaching children how to chase their own tails.”

She laughed freely at that, no doubt delighted by his dismissal of her former school. Hand wrapping around his collar, she pulled him in close, pressed her lips against his ear in a breathy whisper. “What makes you so sure?”

“I’ve caught you haven’t I?” He leaned away from her, forearm still firm against her throat.

Another laugh, louder this time. Eyes alight with wicked glee she pulled him back again, their mouths nearly touching as she grinned in amazed amusement. “What makes you think that?”Scoffing, he looked pointedly at the restraint she found herself pinned below, her eyes following his. “Oh, that.” Gaze flickering back to his, she tilted her head to the side as she smiled knowingly at him. “You’re going to let me go.”

A bigger fool of a man would’ve laughed in her face. As it was, he was well versed in the insanity of Catherine Goode, was even more experienced in the manipulations of Gallagher graduates and how they always seemed to be at least three steps ahead of him. Instead of amusing him, her words made him uneasy. Her confidence unnerved him. Her smile set his teeth on edge.

“Why would I do that?”

“Are you sure you want to know Eddie?”

No.

“Why would I do that?”

Smile widening, thrilled that he was still playing her game, she shifted her head ever so slightly to the side, nodding at whoever had caught her eye in the hotel bar. “You see that girl over there?” His gaze flickered briefly to the side, mind just about registering the young blonde who lingered at who he assumed to be her father’s side. Hair pulled back in two braids, her head reached no higher than the man’s waist. She wore a patterned Christmas dress and carried a little black handbag on her shoulder. Edward guessed she was about eight years old. “There’s a grenade in her bag set to explode in 60 seconds.”

He looked back at her in horror.

The smile had slipped off her mouth, a serious blankness taking over the expression on her face, but a knowing glint of amusement still lingered in her eyes. She removed the knife from his groin. “To track a fox, you start at its den Townsend.” Paralysed by shock, he didn’t even react as she pulled his arm away from her neck, pushed herself onto her toes and pressed a poisoned kiss to the corner of his mouth. “30 seconds.”

Tearing himself away from her, he turned and crossed the bar in a matter of strides, lunging towards the little girl as she tugged on her father’s jacket. Ignoring the shouts of protest from around him, he ripped the bag off her shoulder and fell to his knees beside her, frantically searching through the bag for a ticking time bomb.

Lipgloss. Butterfly hair clips. A hairbrush. Mittens. A chocolate coin.

He turned the bag upside down onto the ground as a hand clamped around the back of his collar, yanking him to his feet and throwing him towards the counter.

There was nothing there.

“What the fuck man?” The girl’s father slammed his hands against Edwards chest, pushing him back into the stools where she had first appeared to ruin his day.

“Sorry.” He croaked out an apology to the man who furiously glared at him, stumbled backward as he cut his gaze to the sniffling little girl who had buried her face in her mother’s dress. “I’m sorry I-” He shook his head. Breathless, heart in his throat, he turned away.

Ignoring the enraged shouts from behind him, he staggered back to the dark hallway where he left her. 16 years ago he thought he loved her. He thought the earth spun and the sun set and the stars shone according to her will.

He worshipped her.

And then he met her. The real her.

Her betrayal, her theft of the secrets he kept locked up in his flat, her unveiling of her true loyalties, had left him a laughing stock in Six, had left him furious at and distrustful of the world around him. She ruined him.

He had been hunting her ever since. Following her across countries and continents, across different agencies and organisations, always half a step too far behind to bring her in. To make her pay for her betrayals, her crimes. Until this day, perhaps the closest he came to her was in Buenos Aires and it wasn’t even by his own design. She had already killed Matthew Morgan by that point, had nearly killed Abby when he failed to get his hands on her, and now she’s targeted young Cameron Morgan. She will stop at nothing until she gets what she wants from her. Unless Edward can stop her. Unless he can finally neutralise her.

The hallway was empty. She had slipped through his fingers again. He fell for her words, her lies, her manipulations again. Anything she did from here on out was on him.

He slammed his fist into the wall.

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Authors note:

Think saying that this is Townsend x Catherine may be a stretch but they’re both here and there’s tension.

So after saying I would get back into posting daily I immediately fell behind again. Oops.

#gallagher girls #gallagher girls series #gallagher girls fanfiction #december prompts #writing prompts #edward townsend #Catherine Goode

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sjsmith56 · 1 year ago

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A Better Choice

Summary: AU one shot. The Avengers are matched with charities to help increase donations over the Christmas season but no one seems to want to be associated with Bucky, until the PR person finds an organization willing to work with him.

Length: 3.6 K

Characters: Bucky, Amanda (PR person, not described), cameos by Sam, Steve, Natasha, Tony, Wanda and Alpine.

Warnings: Tony is flippant, Amanda thoughtlessly offends Bucky, references to Bucky’s past as Winter Soldier and assassin, Bucky feeling isolated and unliked.

Author notes: In this alternate universe Thanos was defeated in Wakanda. Bucky was brought into the Avengers after being part of that battle. Tony forgave him for killing his parents after being shown proof of the torture that turned Bucky into the Winter Soldier and they are civil with each other, although still not quite comfortable together. Steve still handed the shield to Sam, wanting to step back as he and Natasha became a couple. Vision wasn’t killed, as the Mind Stone was successfully removed and destroyed. This all takes place within a couple of months, ending on December 22, 2018. Slightly Christmas themed.

🍂 🐈 🎄

It had been a warm fall, one that the older folks often called Indian summer. Usually only a week or so in length this month-long session of warm hazy days and crisp nights made the October foliage glow in the sun’s rays, lulling people into believing that it would be a mild winter. In New York’s Union Square Park many people took advantage of the weather by flocking to the grassy areas exercising, visiting, napping, and even enjoying some romantic times with their loved ones. As Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes strolled through the crowded park the current Captain America grinned at the number of people using the beautiful day to be physically affectionate in public.

“To be young again and not care if people see you making out,” he grinned as they passed another couple with their lips locked together. “Those were the days.”

Bucky glanced at the latest people to catch Sam’s attention and grunted in response. “They would have been arrested for public indecency in my day,” he noted. Sam’s reaction to that statement prompted him to make a disclaimer. “I’m not saying it’s unacceptable in this day and age but seriously, some of them take it too far. Like they need to get a room or something.”

“Sure, Grandpa,” joked Sam, then he stopped and pointed towards the object of their search. “You want to tell them?”

Not even 20 feet away from the sidewalk a blond man and red-headed woman were pushing the boundaries of what Bucky referred to as public indecency. Approaching the pair, the two men waited, not saying anything until the woman smiled mid-kiss.

“I think we’ve been found,” she mumbled, then opened her eyes and looked up at the two men whose shadow crossed over them. “Yup, Steve, we’re busted.”

The former Captain America pulled away from Natasha Romanoff and looked up at a smiling Sam and scowling Bucky. Grinning at them both he leaned back, seemingly not bothered at being found in this position.

“Guys.” He greeted them with a small salute. “What’s up?”

“Seriously?” asked Bucky. “We’ve been calling both of you for almost an hour. You couldn’t take the call or text us back?”

“We were busy,” replied Steve. “You’re only young once. Why do you look like the assistant principal did when he caught you and Moira McGuire in the sports equipment room?”

“Okay, first of all he didn’t catch us in the room, he caught us coming out of it,” replied Bucky, exasperated. “Secondly, it was the janitor’s closet, not the sports equipment room and he only heard us because I knocked the mop down. He asked who was in there and we came out.”

Steve began to chuckle then leaned towards Natasha. “He knocked the mop down because Moira touched him in a special place.”

“Steve!”

Bucky glared at him, making the other three laugh. In a huff he turned around and walked away, leaving Sam to deal with them. Offering his hands to help them up Sam waited until they were standing.

“We have a meeting,” he said. “Something the PR people want us to do as the Christmas season descends upon us. Sunshine over there doesn’t want any part of it.”

“What is it exactly?” asked Natasha, holding hands with Steve.

“Don’t know but he already doesn’t want to do it.”

“Oh my god, it’s both Captain Americas and Black Widow!” exclaimed someone.

Suddenly, they were surrounded by fans, clamouring for autographs and selfies. Bucky watched with an impassive face from a distance. Despite him being pardoned and accepted as an Avenger he rarely received public acknowledgement. Natasha always said his resting bitch face kept him isolated from the public. He never disagreed with that assessment. While he waited his cell phone vibrated and he pulled it out of his jacket.

Tony: Cap2 isn’t answering his phone. Have you found Stasha?

Bucky: Yes, in Union Square Park. Right now, they’re dealing with fans. 🙄

Tony: Meeting is in half an hour. Can you hurry them up?

Bucky: 🤷🏻‍♂️ I’ll try.

With a sigh he advanced towards the small crowd around the other three.

“Tony wants you guys to move it,” he announced. “Meeting is in half an hour.”

Steve looked at him as if that wasn’t going to be possible. With a shake of his head Bucky began walking back to the Avengers Tower, leaving them to make their own way. Striding back the short distance he entered the tower, nodding at the security guards on the main floor.

“Mr. Stark is looking for Captain Rogers and Miss Romanoff,” said one of them.

“Found them, told them to get here,” he replied, as he walked past the desk to the elevator.

While he waited for the elevator, he heard laughter behind him and watched as Steve, Natasha and Sam entered the building. Steve looked towards him as the doors opened.

“Hold the elevator,” he asked, as they came past the security desk. He waited for Natasha to enter before him. “Made it. You could have waited at the park. It didn’t take that long.”

“No point to me being there,” replied Bucky. “No one wants my autograph.”

He looked up at the display while the elevator sped up to the common room at the penthouse level. As they walked into the space it was obvious everyone was waiting for them as everyone was already there.

“At last,” announced Tony. “Thank you for coming as quickly as you could.”

He looked directly at Bucky as he spoke, as if it was his fault the others were late. Biting his tongue Bucky sat on the couch beside Wanda, resting his hands between his long legs. Fixing his gaze on the coffee table he didn’t make eye contact with anyone. Wanda gently touched his arm, and he heard her voice in his head. Having been part of HYDRA herself she could empathize with his feelings.

“We know you’re not responsible for them,” she thought. “Tony isn’t sure what the meeting is about, and he doesn’t like being out of the loop.”

Turning towards her Bucky raised his eyebrows, but Wanda just smiled kindly at him, then nodded towards where a strange woman was standing.

“Who is she?” asked Bucky, still connected telepathically.

“Avengers PR, I think,” replied Wanda. “She’s pretty closed off due to fear. I can’t read her.”

“Everybody I want to introduce Amanda Weston,” announced Tony. “Amanda is with the PR department for the Avengers, and it appears they have arranged something for us to take part in.”

With a flourish he turned the floor over to her and she stood in front of the group trying to appear confident.

“As you know the reputation of the Avengers took a hit after Agent Romanoff released the HYDRA files as it also showed SHIELD’s dirty laundry to the public,” she began. “You regained some of that reputation after defeating Thanos. However, there is still a way to go before the public is back to the levels of support seen before the capture and rehabilitation of Sergeant Barnes.”

Bucky felt his cheeks burn at her referencing him, as if he was the reason behind the drop in support for the organization.

“I thought we weren’t going to be referring to the inclusion of Bucky into the Avengers in that way,” stated Steve, his eyes focused on the woman. “He is officially the longest serving PoW in history and that was confirmed at his hearing where he was provided compensation for the criminal way in which he was kept prisoner due to the collusion of high-ranking government and military officials as well as receiving a complete pardon. You make it sound like he didn’t deserve to have the life that was denied him.”

Amanda looked a little flustered, glancing at Tony for support but he let her dig herself a deeper hole.

“Of course, you’re correct,” she stammered, then looked at Bucky. “My apologies, Sergeant Barnes, for not being more supportive about your rescue. By all accounts you are a valued member of the Avengers who has shown his bravery several times since you were welcomed into the organization.” He said nothing, still feeling exposed to the judgement of others. “It’s been suggested that it would help the Avengers if the team members became involved with some charitable organizations, especially with the holiday season approaching.”

“We already have charities we’re involved with,” stated Tony, looking defensive as he stood with his arms crossed. “What exactly are you proposing?”

“Most of the current involvement has involved either monetary donations, or low-key support at charity galas and the like,” said Amanda. “We would like to see something more active and visible.” She had a stack of folders in her arms, with people’s names on them, and distributed them. “I’ve taken the liberty of matching you up with charities that have already expressed an interest in pairing up with certain individuals. You would spend time with the organization, doing actual work, as outlined in the folders. We would send a photographer or a film crew to document your time with them, then they would use that in their holiday season publicity to help solicit donations.”

“How long are we doing this for?” asked Steve.

“Just until the new year,” she replied. “Although if you enjoyed it and wanted to maintain the relationship that would be entirely up to you.”

Bucky looked at her, as there was no folder given to him. “What about me?”

“Ah, yes,” she stammered again. “Unfortunately, we were unable to match a charity with you. I’m still working on finding you one.”

With a scowl he stood up. “Let me know when you finally bribe a charity to allow me to be associated with it.”

As he stormed out of the meeting, she tried to call to him and apologize, but he was already gone.

“I’m sorry, I really did try,” she said to everyone else. “Christmas season is when a lot of these charities get a majority of their fundraising done and they really want someone who seems… more in tune with the holidays.”

“You know that he feels isolated by people’s prejudices about him, right?” noted Natasha, her tone a little hard. “Doing this without making him feel included just feeds that isolation.”

The woman spread her hands in resignation, not sure what else she could have done. She had only been with the Avengers PR team for a few weeks and was disappointed with herself that she had already managed to offend not just Barnes but other members of the organization. It hadn’t been her intention at all, and she wasn’t sure what to do about it.

Over the next few weeks, Amanda scoured the internet for more charities, trying to find one that would be willing to have Bucky Barnes as their Christmas helper. It seemed like they were keen on having an Avenger, until they heard it was him. Then they backed away, unwilling to be associated with him. Just as she was about to give up any hope of finding the right fit, she received an email, asking if the offer still stood. The charity in question had another celebrity lined up but their first session with them didn’t go so well and the person decided to cancel the agreement.

At first, Amanda was going to forward the email then second guessed that approach and printed out the email from the organization. Stepping out of her office she took the elevator up to the residential floors of the Avengers Tower to look for Barnes. When she didn’t find him in his apartment or in the common area, she asked Friday for help in locating him, learning he was working out in the gym. Heading to that floor she entered the gym, finding him alone, running on the treadmill in just a pair of shorts and runners; music blaring so loud that he didn’t hear her enter. Words didn’t do justice to the sight of Sergeant Bucky Barnes, shirtless, and for a moment she forgot why she was there, as she stared at the man. Then he noticed her and stopped running, glaring at her as he grabbed a towel and draped it over his shoulders, covering up the sight of his broad and muscular build.

“Friday, lower volume,” he barked, then looked at her. “What?”

Hesitantly, she approached him. “I found a charity for you,” she said, holding out the printout. “The celebrity they lined up cancelled and they want you to help them out.”

He smirked, before taking the sheet from her. “So, they’re scraping the bottom of the barrel, huh?”

“Please, don’t say that,” pleaded Amanda. “I feel terrible about not having something lined up for you at the meeting. I’m so sorry I offended you with how I worded everything. I’m not the most confident person and this is my first PR job. To be honest, I really admire you. After everything you went through to still want to help people is pretty cool.”

He read the printout then looked at her. “There’s no one else? I’ve never done this sort of thing before.”

“I think you could do a lot of good with it,” said Amanda. “I mean, you’re all badass and everything. This could really show your softer side and they don’t mind who helps them, right? They don’t know who you are. You’ll just be the human that takes care of them.”

He read the sheet again, then breathed out audibly. “Alright, I’ll do it,” he said. He shrugged. “Thank you for the apology and for not giving up. I know I can seem rude or distant a lot of the time but it’s hard not to be when people think I’m still him.”

She gave him a shy smile. “I’ll check in with you in a couple of weeks to set up the shoot. We’ll make you look good; I promise.”

He smiled back then she turned around and left the gym as he watched her walk away, thinking she was kind of cute. He read the email again and smiled. This might not be so bad.

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News segment on local news broadcast, December 22, 2018.

Spotlight on Local Charities

Tonight, we’re visiting the Alley Cat Initiative, a local charity that not only takes care of stray or feral cats and kittens but also helps prepare them for adoption with loving families. The organization, which has been active in the Brooklyn area for the past ten years, found itself the recipient of some extra help this holiday season with the attention of one of the Avengers, known more for his previous occupation. Cassie Evans has the story.

“He’s infamous, and often comes across as menacing and unfriendly. But nothing could be further from the truth when you witness this Avenger with the cats and kittens he helps look after.”

[Scenes are shown of Bucky Barnes, identified by a banner at the bottom of the screen, arriving by motorcycle at the Alley Cat Initiative, a cat shelter in Flatbush.]

“I started with the organization about a month ago,” said Bucky, as several kittens were perched on his shoulders, while he cradled another in his arms. “We were encouraged to work with a charity that needed our help, but no one wanted to be partnered with me. It hurt, you know, because I’m just a guy with a past that I’m trying to make amends for. Then ACI offered me a chance and I’ve been here just about every day since then, minus the days I’ve been on a mission.”

“That’s right, Bucky Barnes, a man who was once one of the world’s most feared assassins, is now happily helping this organization by cleaning litter boxes, hand feeding orphan kittens, and even giving feral cats the first baths of their lives.”

[Scenes are shown of Bucky replacing cat litter, gently feeding a newborn kitten with a milk-filled syringe while cooing to it, patiently brushing out the long hair of another cat, and filling up a sink with warm water before lowering a hissing, spitting cat into it.]

“My metal arm is kind of an advantage when I’m handling feral cats because their teeth and claws don’t hurt me,” smirked Bucky, as he was shown giving a yowling cat their first bath, a necessity to remove fleas from their fur. “Even my right hand, when it gets clawed up, is healed by the next day and I can take the pain, easily. I modulate my voice to be softer and lower, and that helps calm them down. Within a few days they’re accepting my touch better and learning that people can be kind. I’ve even adopted one of them for myself.”

“This pretty kitten, Alpine, named for her snowy fur, and blue eyes, is deaf. Found under a dumpster, she bonded quickly with Barnes at ACI, and he is teaching her to respond to sign language, which surprisingly he is adept in. Adoption fees are assessed on a cost recovery basis, as the organization is non-profit. Any shortfalls have always been covered by donations. Since Barnes became involved with the organization, they have posted images of him working at their shelter in the Flatbush area of Brooklyn on their social media accounts. Those images have become a big hit, generating many likes and increasing interest in adoptions, and donations to the organization.”

[Scenes are shown of Bucky signing to Alpine to stay off a counter, using a cat toy while playing with her, then other images that have been on the organization’s Facebook, Instagram, and X accounts. He is also shown being approached by children, as he shows them how to stroke a cat.]

“They do a lot of good here.” Barnes stroked Alpine, while another cat on the back of the chair he was sitting in bumped its forehead against him. “All of the cats they take in are spayed or neutered, receive all their shots, and get fully assessed before being put for adoption. There are some that are too wild to go into a home so they have set up a sanctuary for them where they can live safely. The sanctuary is one of my favourite places to sit and think about things. The cats trust me and allow me to be there with them. I feel welcome at the Alley Cat Initiative and plan to stay on as a volunteer for as long as they’ll put up with me.”

“The staff at the Alley Cat Initiative are thrilled with Barnes’ dedication to his volunteer role. In fact, he has become one of their more dedicated volunteers and has already garnered Volunteer of the Month status for December. If you are interested in becoming a volunteer with the organization, please contact them by the means shown at the end of this segment. Who knows? Maybe you’ll be working alongside one of the more well-known Avengers. This is Cassie Evans, for WSNY News.”

[The contact email and phone number of the Alley Cat Initiative was shown for about ten seconds.]

🎄

Amanda looked at Bucky, seated next to her with Alpine in his lap, as they sat with the others in the Avengers common room. He looked back at her, then squeezed her hand.

“It was good,” he said. “I’m happy with it.”

“You did good, Buck,” said Steve.

“Never thought you would be a cat lady,” smirked Sam, who ducked when Bucky threw a cat toy at him.

“Well, the whole program did really well,” said Amanda. “Avengers participation seems to have had a positive effect on donations to all the charities. They all tagged us, which generated more hits on our social media accounts, with many positive comments. Thank you for making me look like I knew what I was doing when I proposed it.”

“Alright, enough patting each other on the back,” said Tony, somewhat impatiently. “The staff Christmas party starts in ten minutes. Manchurian Candidate has cat hair all over his suit and needs to take care of that. Amanda Hug and Kiss did a great job and we’re glad to have her working for the Avengers.” Nobody moved and he rolled his eyes. “Come on, we have a party to get to.”

The others stood up and drifted over to the elevator. Amanda stood up but Bucky touched her hand, making her stop. He watched as the others entered the elevator car then he stood up and faced her.

“Thank you,” he said, sincerely. “They ended up being the best fit for me and even though I wasn’t their first choice I think I was their better choice.”

“Well, I think you’re my better choice,” she replied, still holding his hand as she looked up at him. “Are we making our relationship known tonight?”

“It’s only been a few weeks,” he smiled. “But I’m willing if you are. Alpine likes you and she has good taste.”

Leaning over, Bucky brushed his lips over hers then took Alpine back to his apartment, coming back with the hair removal roll. Handing it to Amanda he waited while she ran it over his jacket and pants, then took it from her hands and gave her a better kiss, wrapping his arms around her. They went over to the elevator and waited for the doors to open, then stepped inside. Holding hands when the doors opened on the party floor they stepped out to the sights and sounds of a Christmas party already in full swing. When people noticed they were holding hands they received several acknowledgements via a raised glass. Looking up, Bucky noticed a large sprig of mistletoe above them and chose to honour it by kissing Amanda in a way that would leave no doubt that they were a couple. It was Christmas, he had a girlfriend, and for the first time in a long time, felt like he belonged to something bigger and better than himself.

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World of Heroes R - MIDNIGHT SUNS

An gang of superpowered individuals who gain their powers not from the cosmic coincidence, but the supernatural strangeness. Each of them is a cause of concern for any demon, vampire, and whatever else exists beyond the periphery of science and reason. But together, they're an event that causes every evil sorcerer to collapse to their knees.

MEMBERS:

Sorcerer Supreme Steven Strange, PHD - The latest holder of the title of Supreme, he was once a doctor who lost full use of his hands when he got caught in a car crash. Left depressed and alone, he sought a cure to restore his hands to their former glory, but found himself in the halls of Kamar Taj, one of a handful of societies on Earth that still practice the Mystic Arts. Today, he works as a protector of our dimension from those that subvert its laws and play their own games in realspace.

Zatanna - It's said that a real magician never reveals their secrets, and Zatanna is probably the best of this. Combining true sorcery with sleight of hand, she combines the subversion of perception with the subversion of reality to defeat the supernatural when it crops up.

Etrigan - A demon forged by Camelotian power, he fought gainst the kingdoms' darkest hour. Sealed in the body of a noble mortal, his infusion rendered him nigh immortal. Now bound to fight for the forces good, he'd be okay if he were understood.

Magik - A mutant and a sorceress, Illyana Rasputina is the Sorcerer Supreme of the Realm of Lymbou, and is the conduit through which its portals manifest. Armed with a blade forged by her rage, she fights to defend both her magical realm and the realm in which she was born. In addition, she possesses a demon form similar to Etrigan, but in fact is still herself in both states.

Ghost Rider - Johnny Blaze was just another circus stuntman when his father fell ill with cancer. In desperation, he accepted a deal with a mysterious figure, "A secret cure for cancer and all woes… in exchange for the services of your immortal soul." As it turns out, deals with demons don't go well, and now he's the host for a spirital entity designed to destroy the worst sinners in this world. but Johnny wrangled the spirit and made it a deal; He'll let it hunt the worst sinners of his world… but he'll take them down his way…

Moon Knight - Information unknown, believed to be magical in some capacity, connected with Egypt. Dracula owes him money.

Blade - Sword-wielding day-walking Dhampir who has dedicated his life to dealing with the menace that is Vampirism. Has all the strengths associated with vampires, but none of the weaknesses... except maybe having to wear special shades because sunlight hits his eyes hard.

John Constantine - The World's Greatest Con Man, an adrenaline junkie who faces the supernatural not with supreme might or demonic strength, but wit and cunning like nothing else in this world. To wit, he's sold his soul to twelve different demons and they're too busy bickering over who bought it first to really cash in that debt.

#World of Heroes R #Midnight Suns #Doctor Strange #Zatanna #Etrigan #Magik #Ghost Rider #Moon Knight #Blade #John Constantine #Marvel #DC

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INCOMING TEXT: omg hv u met 𝗔𝗜𝗬𝗔𝗡𝗔 "𝗬𝗔𝗡𝗜" 𝗠𝗢𝗢𝗥𝗘 of the RODANI PROWLERS yet ? they’re one of the crew’s mechanics n actually go by DIME. the twenty eight y/o is typically seen hanging arnd rodani wheels. allegedly they’re frm dayton beach, fl n hv been w/ the crew for THREE YEARS. wtvr. just watch out for them, k ? ttyl !

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ☆★ ⠀⠀ ⁰⁰¹ . ⠀⠀ the 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗶𝗲𝘄

⠀ full name : aiyana renee moore .

⠀ alias / nickname(s) : yani, most common on the streets . ⠀dime, associated with the street racing scene .

⠀ date of birth : september 4, 1979; age twenty8 .

⠀ zodiac sign : virgo .

⠀ gender / pronouns : cis female, she / hers / her .

⠀ orientation : bisexual .

⠀ birthplace : dayton beach, florida .

⠀ occupation : former dancer @ body; debates on going back . ⠀currently working full time @ dollar tree as an associate .

⠀ languages : english, very limited spanish .

⠀ height : five feet, five inches .

⠀ faceclaim : ryan destiny .

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ☆★ ⠀⠀ ⁰⁰¹ . ⠀⠀ the 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 [ ... ]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ trigger warnings : car accident, divorce .

⠀ the only daughter of a bank teller and a wannabe actor turned professional stunt driver who practically abandoned his family for the chase of fame . he had set off to los angeles in hopes of jump-starting his career in the 80's, promising that once he makes it, he'll bring them out with him. thankfully, in the mid-80's, marlon's stunt driving lands his name in numerous action movies, putting himself on the map. his promise to move the girls out, however, never comes to fruition as niecey refuses to leave the comfort and reliability of dayton as well her job .

⠀ aiyana is soon on plane rides traveling back and forth from cali to florida by herself, only visiting her father for summers and holidays or whenever her mother allowed it . with marlon having a nice income, he spent it on the hollywood dream : a mini mansion, luxury brand clothing but most importantly cars ⏤ lots of them . his collection was everything to him, which meant it was everything to yani . every other day, he'd have a hood propped up and teaching yani every little bit of information her child brain could soak up . something about his baby not needing to depend on a man for a flat tire. this, alongside watching movies and tv shows knowing her father was behind the wheel in those crazy scenes, sparked her love for driving and admiration for cars .

⠀ when yani turns sixteen, marlon takes her to an empty parking garage and lets her drive his BMW 850CSi freely . it was noticeable that her driving skills were derived from go-karting and watching his movies because she drifted like a madman . her turns were rough, breaking was a bit jagged, but her speed was unforgettable; she had the same adrenaline rush and determined look in his eye that only came to her father when on set . due to this, marlon lets her have the car but only under the conditions that her mother didn't know and that she only drove when he was with her .

⠀ yani turns nineteen in 1997; her mother actually decides to fly out to cali with her for her birthday . the family is back together but tension is running high with her parents . to get away from it, she sneaks the keys for her car and took off into the los angeles night . hours later, the moores get the phone call that her car spun out of control and flipped, resulting in life threatening injuries . yani fights for her life for days but eventually recovers yet nothing is the same when she comes to . her parents officially divorce, niecey forces her to cut contact with marlon, she has to go to physical therapy for her leg which causes her to lose out on her scholarships she already obtained... just a terrible year altogether .

⠀ her early 20's were a ride of its own . with college out of the question for the time being and her recovery drawing close to an end, one of her friends decide to expose her to the miami nightlife to get her out the house . she needs to let loose, expand her horizons, live a little more ! how that ended up with her in a tiny, two-bedroom apartment in miami with her friend as they worked at body ? she doesn't know either . though it was at the strip club where she learned about the street racing scene . she'd often show up to watch the races and actually admired the way the rodani prowlers moved, usually throwing small compliments and comments their way . some people suggested she'd become an import model but that wasn't yani's thing . she still had a deep love for cars and, despite the paranoia, driving .

⠀ shortly after the narazi bois were formed in '04, she stumbled across a rodani prowler who was having car troubles. with her expertise, she managed to help out, resulting in an oddly inspiration conversation that ended with them telling her she was wasting potential being at body . since some of their crew left, and that itch to be associated with cars again, yani takes the leap and becomes a mechanic. her hands were shaky and she was a bit hesitant on knowing what she was doing but she was never wrong ! every time another smartass mechanic complained about her, yani made sure she showed out, establishing herself as one of the more proficient and careful hands to work on your car.

⠀ since joining the rodani crew, yani has since began to change her ways . she quit dancing and got a practical job; the new era was signified by her cutting her hair shorter and retiring her iconic platinum hair for a copper color . she's more the practical, realistic one in the crew; doesn't sugarcoat when it comes to speaking her mind while flashing a quick grin but has such a deep love and respect for the rodanis! wouldn't trade them for anything in the world <3

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ☆★ ⠀⠀ ⁰⁰¹ . ⠀⠀ the 𝘁𝗶𝗱𝗯𝗶𝘁𝘀

001. ⠀ yani, as a racer, suits the nariza bois way more than the prowlers . she was obsessed with drifting and riding reckless, as if her life was in god's hands every time she got behind the wheel . the accident, however, made her resent their way of driving . she thinks it's stupid and that their life isn't worth losing over some chump change or a pink slip but... she's just projecting that trauma she never properly dealt with onto them so take her insults and nagging with a grain of salt .

002. ⠀ when yani saved up enough dough, she brought her own beat up intrega and started working on it as a personal project; mainly due to wanting to know this car like the back of her hand . it's actually held up at the rodani garage, leading to her and a few others to work on it and add modifications as she goes . it's currently lacking any customization and the engine is still pissing her off but i hope that over the course of the group, she's keep upgrading it until it's her dream ride !

003. ⠀ was originally on track to go to college for a scholarship in baseball but her leg was badly injured, causing her to grow dejected towards school . she still dreams about going but truly thinks she's a bit "out of her prime" now .

004. ⠀ hates the mundane life omg . yani works as an associate for a dollar store she's been busting her ass at for years but has yet to be promoted . it makes her miss the fast money at body so bad but she swore off the heavy partying and dancing because those were just bad coping mechanisms she relied on . that doesn't stop her from having that itch to return to those roots, especially when she's so close to quitting . ( bonus: the rodani crew vitis her dollar store often bc she lets them shoplift and the cameras don't work )

005. ⠀ a bit too realistic but not in the way that she spoils the fun, ya know ? like if you have a dumb idea that's dumb and not entertaining then she's gonna call you a fucking idiot type shit jhfdksjhfkjds .

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ☆★ ⠀⠀ ⁰⁰¹ . ⠀⠀ the 𝗮𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗰𝘀

tba .

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ☆★ ⠀⠀ ⁰⁰¹ . ⠀⠀ the 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱

000 ⠀ #bff : ⠀ the roommate / best friend who got her introduced to the miami scene and eventually working @ body . they're giving grumpy x sunshine dynamic especially when yani tries living a calm, more legit lifestyle . bonus if the roomie has bad ideas and bats their lashes to make yani support them sakjhdkjh .

001. ⠀ #rodani : ⠀ the crew member who managed to talk some sense into yani about leaving dancing behind and taking her mechanic skills more serious . she thinks rather highly of them but i think it'll be hilarious if this was a person who isn't serious at all, so their advice contradicts everything they told her. or worse... they were high when they met in the parking lot .

002. ⠀ #lameeee : ⠀ give me the other rodani mechanic who second guesses yani due to her original hesitation about working on cars again like i'm talking she the wrong oil for a car ONCE and they never let her live that shit down . out of spite, yani probably takes their tools or calls them a ragged bitch who knows .

003. ⠀ #theoldme : ⠀ this can go to a number of people but where's the crowd of enablers who actually miss platinum!dime ? she was pretty loose and way more fun back then before switching it up and getting herself together, probably avoids most of these people or acts like they're lowkey beneath her when in reality she misses them... or not . i don't know her like that .

004. ⠀ #u_up? : ⠀ ah yes... the partner during her platinum era . or maybe just an on again, off again fling who she sorta wishes to put behind her but can't because they're associated with a time of her life where she was actually happy but not for the right reasons . if they're a narazi boi i'm gonna crack tf up bc that REALLY wasn't her talking, it was the alcohol and the hair dye .

005. ⠀ #hater : ⠀ the narazi boi she beefs with the most but that's pretty broad considering she dislikes most of them by default . probably calls her penny bc she ain't worth the copper change on the ground or sumn - i just woke up from a sudden nap i'm blanking yall .

006. ⠀ #usedtobe : ⠀ former rodani member she actually liked turned narazi member she can't forgive . she thinks the spit is fucking stupid and shouldn't have happened but i know for a fact she just hates seeing them ride the way she desperately wanted to . or maybe it was a brewing relationship before she joined and after they left, she just resented them harder .

007. ⠀ #basics : ⠀ any other connections i haven't listed are fine! typically ones include hookups, dancers @ body who disliked her and were happy she left, that one dollar tree customer who comes in and yaps during her shifts in the mornings / afternoons, the poor sap who sleeps on the apartment couch and is probably hated by her roommate bc she allows them to, the mechanic @ narazi who she thinks has terrible taste in modifications, the rodani prowlers who agree that she's a bit of a buzzkill, former friends, former classmates or academic rivals, neighbors, etc !

#fast.intro #will add more when i finish romeo's bc i need to get their intros out now

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That Librarian by Amanda Jones

A small-town US librarian’s lively account of her battle with a group of far-right censors reveals the toll it took on her health

Amanda Jones’s story is awful – and important. A school librarian for 23 years in her home town of Watson, southern Louisiana, she has watched with concern in recent years as a movement of book-banning swept across the US. According to the American Library Association, “book challenges” in public libraries almost doubled from 729 in 2021 to 1,269 in 2022.

In July 2022, when Jones heard about a public meeting that would discuss “book content” in local libraries, she went along. A board member said she was “concerned” about some “inappropriate” material in the local library’s children and young adult sections. In response, Jones gave a measured speech, explaining her belief that “while book challenges are often done with the best intentions, and in the name of age appropriateness, they often target marginalised communities” and “books on sexual health and reproduction”. She went on to detail the “First Amendment right to borrow, read, view, and listen to library resources”.

“I said nothing earth-shattering,” Jones writes in her memoir. But within days her life had been upended because of two posts on social media. The first was by the Facebook page of Citizens for a New Louisiana, a far-right group whom Jones knew had worked to defund a library in nearby Lafayette and whose executive director was a man named Michael Lunsford. It accused Jones of “fighting so hard to keep sexually erotic and pornographic materials in the kids’ section”. The second Facebook post was made by local man Ryan Thames, who wrote that Jones advocated “teaching anal sex to 11-year-olds”.

The posts were shared widely by local people, including many Jones knew. “One parent in particular whose child I had helped with getting services for a learning disability was especially vicious,” she writes, devastatingly. Later, she received a death threat. Over the course of the next year, Jones, who is in her mid-40s, lost a lot of weight, experienced hair loss and took medical leave from work. In the spring of 2023 she sued Lunsford and Thames for defamation.

That Librarian is Jones’s account of the 2022 public meeting that started her ordeal, the ultimately unsuccessful court case and all that followed. She has a lively, convivial style: “I worried that my friends and family would be targeted next. Spoiler alert: they were.” Sometimes this breeziness veers into pettiness, as when she describes an opponent who has “the spelling and grammar of a child of 10”, or refers to Valarie Hodges, a member of the Louisiana state senate who posted online against Jones, as “my gal pal Val”.

The more wistful sections are warming. Jones describes how she was in high school when Watson had its first traffic light installed – that’s how small a town it is. She credits her teenage reading of Judy Blume, one of the most banned authors ever, with “making me more empathetic”. Jones believes uncompromisingly in the power of books to open minds. And through working as a school librarian, has seen the impact of exclusion politics: “I have lost more former students to suicide than I care to think about, many of whom, I suspect, died as a direct result of being made to feel excluded in our society.” Together, these experiences have informed her anti-censorship mentality.

But she knows party politics comes into it too. Her local area has become “extremely alt-right and conspiratorial” in recent years, and she has noticed that “all book banners seem to be Republican”. She is refreshingly honest about her relative complicity. “It wasn’t until I was into my 40s that I realised some aspects of our country weren’t that great,” she writes, before admitting that she voted for Donald Trump in 2016. She regrets it now, but these admittances are important. Listening to voices from across the political divide, and understanding the ways in which we are both similar and different to those who vote similarly and differently to us is crucial in understanding why the world is the way it is – even more so after Trump’s re-election.

Several times, Jones refers to how she has tracked her defamers to see they have also donated to election campaigns of particular pro-ban politicians. But she never fully examines the intricacies of this likely organised overlap, or takes a step back to consider how this current wave of book banning compares with historical cases. As such, “my fight against book banning in America” would be a more suitable subtitle, not “the fight”. This is a brave, fascinating book, but it’s the personal story of Jones’s ordeal – about which she is evidently still very bitter – rather than an account of the movement as a whole.

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OC Revamp of Petra :33 + Chevaliers Info

Haven't posted about her before but here's a page I made in my sketchbook for an old genshin oc I reworked + rewrote to fit my worldbuilding.

This is Petra! She's a 20 y/o ish newly recuited Chevalier (I'll explain a lil more below) who I'm currently rewriting, she used to be a fatui nurse oc but yeah DRASTICALLY changed that. She used to work at Enola's shop Winthrop, and occasionally visits to say hello when she's on duty. I also like to imagine she gets along well w Harriet bc common interest in crime and former co workers.

Backstory WIP

Many people have a specific point in time where they remember their life changing. For Petra, it was when her mother died after a lengthy battle with tuberculosis. Her father, Amoux Pankhurst, was the doctor; he'd vowed to save his wife, but after being unable to keep that promise, he sank into a deep depression, becoming a shell of a man he once was. Not wanting his daughter to see him in such a state, with her only being at the mere age of 8, Amoux decided to send her off to live with his mother for a while in Creten while made his efforts to get his act together.

Petra had never met her grandmother before. She had heard of the tales of Nathalie Pankhurst, the renowned huntswoman, but this was her first time actually meeting her. Her father and grandmother had a complicated relationship, to say the least, due to their conflicting ideals. Yet, Petra went on to form a strong bond with both of them.

Misc fun facts: She keeps a personal journal, enjoys the music of The Swans and I like to think that her voiceclaim is Ashley Graham from the RE4 remake.

Also I think this woman is prolly a BEAST at pull ups.

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Chevaliers

"Able as the raven, stiff as the stone."

Basically the police in Throdia. Split into two divisions:

Chevalerie Division

The branch of Chevaliers that safeguard around the main cities (eg. Throdia City). Most associated with the Cornerstone Committee. Weapon of choice is gunfire (Historically tho they used to use rapiers until like 497 years ago).

Directe Division

The branch of Chevaliers more situated around mines. Less associated with the Cornerstone Committee due to less communication, and more with the Archambeau family itself. Brute force is more utilized by them in the mines, so their weapon of choice tends to be miner’s gauntlets.

I've only made the Chevalerie Division's uniform design + logo so far... (guess who got lazy!)

Andd yeah that's all for now, tysm for making it this far! Might make a Throdia post in the near future bc that's the only REALLY worldbuilt kingdom of mine so far.

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acourtofthought · 2 months ago

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An Elriel on Tiktok: They're endgame! Mass had Elain wearing colbalt blue when she and Azriel met! It's obviously foreshadowing!

Me: Colbalt blue is also the color of Greysen's house, he was her fiance at the time, so it makes sense for her to be wearing the color of the man she was going to marry.

We can also look at this another way. Lucien, Elain's mate, and potential love interest is associated with warm colors like orange. Azriel and Greysen, Elain's former love and potential love interest, are both associated with colbalt blue. Now, if we look at Elain's experience with her first colbalt blue guy, Greysen, we see how it ended with her heartbroken. So, doesn't it kinda make sense to think that maybe SJM made Greysen associated with colbalt blue as a way to foreshadow her future relationship/potential relationship with Azriel?

Elain + clobalt blue guys = it doesn't work/probably won't work

I really love your take on it and I do think it's a more powerful statement that the two guys who are associated with cobalt rejected Elain and were written as being all wrong for her. Though to be honest, I am still surprised that the other side thinks what Elain was wearing in book 2 had anything to do with Az. Elain was in love with Graysen in book 2. The big reveal to all that, to Nesta and Cassian talking about how Elain deserved better (in the Wings and Embers bonus) was how Sarah shocked readers with the reveal of the Elain and Lucien mating bond by the end of the book. I highly doubt she wrote Elain as being in love with / engaged to Graysen, knowing she was going to drop the bomb of the Elucien bond, a shock to Lucien since he already thought he had a mate, while also knowing she was going to have Elain end up with Az. Especially when Az literally did not care that Elain was being put into the cauldron during the worst moment of her life. And in book 2 Mor and Az was heavily hinted at being a thing. It's fine that she changed her mind on them in book 3 but the way she wrote Mor and the way she wrote Mor / Az between books 2 and 3 is so vastly different it's shocking if someone didn't pick up on the likelihood of Moriel as endgame in book 2. All the buildup in book 2 was dedicated to Mor / Az and Nesta / Cassian and I mean actual buildup between the characters themselves. Not Feyre randomly thinking "oh my pretty sister and Rhys's good looking friend are so genetically beautiful together and the sum total of their interactions would be them spending time together not saying anything because they like the quiet." Especially when SF proves to us that Feyre doesn't actually know Elain all that well. Not when Feyre also predicted Nesta and Amren would be fast friends in ACOMAF but Amren did not turn out to be Nesta's found family.

In the end, if the colors Elain was wearing in book 2 matter, then we should be focusing on the evolution of the colors she wears. Not the ones she wore while human and engaged to a human man, living the life her evil mother predicted for her. Nesta started out the series wearing purples, then morphed to blues / silvers then finally ended in NC black which brought Cassian to his knees. That's not to say she never wears any other colors but it seems Sarah wrote her in the color of royalty, which is in line with her mothers vision for her future, only to progress to the colors of a warrior by the time her arc was over. Whereas Elain started her story in pinks and blues. Refused the leathers, had the life sucked out of her in NC black and finally ended up glowing in shades of purple (the color of royalty). Kind of fitting since her mate is the unknown heir to a court. The other side doesn't get to hold on to a single cobalt dress like it's their lifeline while ignoring the color symbolism throughout the rest of the series.

#elain archeron #pro elucien #anti e/riel #pro elain archeron

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shouts-into-the-void · 2 years ago

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I'm rewatching Elementary (the other British Sherlock Holmes series lol) and I really think more people need to talk about this series.

Some of the many great things about it:

Watson is an Chinese-American woman and former surgeon turned sober companion

Demystifies Sherlock's deductions and takes great care to show that he and his friends/associates are equals, something that Sherlock himself points out frequently

Doesn't play Sherlock's drug addiction for laughs, and instead uses it to showcase how much work goes into getting and staying sober and the way it effects your entire life

You know how everyone always says they want a show where queer characters just exist without it being their entire personality or driving the narrative? This is that show

Ms. Hudson is a trans woman whom multiple cis men are stated to be madly in love with

One of the cases involves 2 different polyamorous couples, and Watson is directly stated to be unhappy in traditional, monogamous relationships

Watson also adopts and becomes a single mother, something that is shown to be strictly positive

Several characters have disabilities and chronic illnesses, including Gregson's 2nd wife Paige, who has MS and one of Sherlock's love interests Fiona, who is autistic

There is an episode titled "A Giant Gun Full of Drugs"

One of the later main characters takes very violent revenge on the man who kidnapped and raped her, and when she comes back after evading capture the police captain is literally like "Long time no see, lol, what attempted murder"

There is never any romantic tension between Watson and Sherlock just because Guy+Girl+Close Relationship must equal romance, and even when it's joked about it's usually to point out how ridiculous the idea would be. I personally interpret their relationship as queerplatonic as Watson moves an entire continent so they can stay together when Sherlock has to leave the country, and Sherlock is instantly ready to change his life around, make the house safe for kids, and co-raise her son when Watson expresses the desire to adopt. Also he names a species of bee after her.

That's not even all of it, but those are my favorites lol

#blog #letters #elementary sherlock #elementary rewatch #joan watson #doctor watson #sherlock holmes

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midwestmade29 · 1 year ago

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Collaboration 🤠

Part 1

Disclaimers: Cursing, intimidation, threats, unprotected sex, angst. Read at your own discretion.

Word count for part 1: 1,831

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Divider by: @saradika-graphics

Stay tuned for part 2 🙂

This is 100% pure fiction.

Your past follows you around everywhere you go, but a certain cowboy tries to help you heal from it...

Over the last few months, you had settled in to your new role on the production team with AEW nicely. You finally felt like you were coming out of your shell, finding your way around the production truck and backstage all while getting to know the rest of the team and the wrestlers! There was one person that you hit it off with right away, Hangman Adam Page. He was one of the first people to introduce themselves to you and the kindness he showed you was like a breath of fresh air! Whenever both of you had a free moment, you often found yourselves laughing and smiling together. If you weren’t mistaken, sometimes it felt like he was flirting with you too! Hangman loved to see you flustered and he enjoyed making you squirm a little with his words. You’d never admit it out loud, but you loved the way he looked at you and how easily he made you blush.

Every interaction you had with Hangman you tried your best to keep on the down low in fear that your ex might see you two together. Swerve Strickland wrestles for AEW too and even though you were no longer together, he still liked to keep a watchful eye on you. At work you lived with your head on a constant swivel, always looking over your shoulder for him or one of his associates. Swerve is a master manipulator, fiercely intimidating, jealous, and always delights in destroying your psyche. His words are always demeaning and harsh, well thought out and always packing a punch! All the awful things he said to you during your relationship live rent free in your head, the wounds they left on your heart have never healed. His most recent strike was when word had gotten back to him about a conversation you were having with The Young Bucks backstage. Hangman was the topic being discussed, The Bucks attributing his recent change in demeanor to you! “We haven’t seen him smile like this in a long time. Whatever you’ve been doing, keep it up Y/N! He’s a good man and deserves to be happy,” Matt expressed. As your exchange went on, you swore you saw someone emerge from behind a nearby storage crate and hurry away. The smile you had on your face was now replaced with worry!

“Boss! Boss!” Prince NaNa called out. “Y/N, and those Bucks! Th-they were t-talking about the cowboy a-again!” he tried to spit out in between his attempts to catch his breath. Swerve didn’t speak, just kept his icy stare on NaNa as he explained the conversation he overheard, sparing no detail. “What are you going to do about this, boss? You’re not going to let her get away with this are you?” Swerve only smiled a wicked smile at his associate, no words spoken as he walked in the direction where you were standing, Prince NaNa not far behind him. You were looking over your notes when you felt a shift in the atmosphere around you. Your body tensed up when a familiar voice uttered your name from behind you, “Y/N. So, I hear you’re into cowboys now, huh? A former champion at that! You trying to fuck your way to the top or something? I think your sights are set a little high with that one. The man will get tired of you just like everyone else has and ride off on his little pony in search of his next plaything. You’re damaged goods, baby. Don’t ever forget that.”

It had been two weeks since your last encounter with Swerve, but his words still echoed through your mind. You were doing your best to ignore them, at least for tonight since it was a big night for Hangman. His championship match was set to be the main event for Dynamite, and you had promised to celebrate with him afterwards if he was able to win the belt! He made his way down the ramp while you watched on a monitor backstage with a huge smile on your face. The crowd was incredibly into the match, chanting “cowboy shit!” in support of Hangman throughout the whole thing! He was clearly the favorite to win, and he almost had it in the bag until his opponent landed an exceptionally stiff clothesline on him that left Hangman completely dazed in the middle of the ring. You stared at the monitor in shock, whispering a silent prayer to yourself that he was okay! Your heart sank when Doc Sampson slid into the ring and immediately began examining Hangman while everyone around you gasped when the replay of the incident was shown again.

Once Dynamite was off the air, Hangman was taken back to medical for further evaluation. One of your fellow production team members agreed to take over your final tasks of the night so you could go and check on him! You were practically running as you made your way to him, dodging all obstacles and people that were in your path, not caring who saw you in your panicked state. After taking a deep breath and knocking on the door, you opened it and saw Hangman sitting up on the table while Doc Sampson checked him for a concussion. “Wow, Doc! I must’ve really taken a hit to the head. I think I see an angel,” Hangman teased. His smile was radiant as you walked over to him, it helped ease some of your worry, but you knew it wouldn’t go away completely until the doctor gave Hangman the all clear. “Well, how is he doc?” you asked with your eyes locked on the cowboy. “No concussion, but he’s going to be feeling the effects of a hit that hard for a while. I recommend taking a week- maybe two off to recuperate. He’s got some cuts I need to bandage up too.”

Even Doc Sampson couldn’t help but chuckle to himself as Hangman continued to tease you, “Still have your little headset on and everything! Do you always rush to check on all the wrestlers, or am I just lucky? I don’t know about you Doc, but I think someone has a soft spot for the Hangman!” You swatted his chest playfully and he grabbed hold of your hand before you were able to pull it away. The doctor excused himself from the room when he noticed the way you both were looking at each other. Hangman held onto your hand, lacing his fingers with yours and something inside you hoped that he would never let it go! You could tell he was about to say something, but before he had the chance, the door swung open and hit the wall with a loud thud.

When your brain registered who the intruder was, you immediately pulled your hand away from Hangman’s and took a step back. Swerve sauntered into the room, eyeing you and the cowboy before breaking the silence, “Well, what have we here? A patient and his little nurse, how cute! Looks like I interrupted your exam. It’s a shame what happened out there, cowboy. Almost like those hits were stiff on purpose!” It was obvious Swerve’s presence made you uncomfortable, and Hangman took notice. His voice was dripping with annoyance when he responded, “Y/N is just making sure that I’m okay, and unless you’re here to do the same, I think it’s best if you and that Dollar Store prince leave.” Prince NaNa was standing guard at the door and whipped his head around when he heard Hangman’s comment, but he knew better than to say anything! Swerve made his way closer to you which caused Hangman to stand up protectively, but he stumbled a little when he suddenly felt dizzy. You placed your hand on his shoulder encouraging him to sit back down and it was obvious that it triggered Swerve!

“You gotta keep better company, Hangman. It doesn’t bode well for you to surround yourself with someone so…promiscuous. I think Ms. Y/N here has been everyone’s flavor of the week at some point,” Swerve spoke meticulously, making sure each word got under Hangman’s skin. It was a job well done when he jumped off the table again and immediately got in Swerve’s face, “You watch your mouth, dumbass! I already gave you the chance to leave once and you didn’t take it. This is my final offer for you to leave on your own without having my boot shoved up your ass!” You watched as both men stood with their faces mere inches from each other, neither one of them daring to back down. Prince NaNa’s words echoed through the room as he warned his boss that someone was coming and that they needed to scram before someone sees them. Swerve remained cool and collected, offering Hangman a warning of his own, “You don’t wanna fuck around with this mogul, cowboy. You have no idea what I’m capable of. Enjoy Ms. Y/N’s services.” He laughed manically as he left the room.

After that night, Hangman started to pick up on things more and more. He could tell how tense you would get whenever you heard Swerve’s name, how nervous you appeared to be when you were talking to him at work, and how often you looked over your shoulder. Whenever he would ask about the situation with Swerve, you blew it off or changed the subject. You just couldn’t bring yourself to burden Hangman with the details about your tumultuous past! Every time you looked at the cowboy, you could feel yourself falling for him more and more, which terrified you. Even though you tried your best to push him away, Hangman still stuck around. He was starting to feel like your safe place, like someone you could trust. Hangman proved that he felt just as strongly about you as you did him the night he kissed you. While you still couldn’t wrap your brain around why this cowboy stuck around, you were sure glad he did. You’ve been to hell and back, but Hangman was giving you a taste of Heaven on earth.

He does whatever he can to show you that he’s worth trusting and he refuses to give up on you even on the difficult days. He takes his time with you, showing you grace and giving you patience because he knows you deserve it. Despite his best efforts, there were moments when the voice from your past would creep in and feed you lies. There were days where you kept him at arm’s length even when you knew it wasn’t warranted. One day he left you astonished when he whispered against your lips, “Y/N, I got you. Please, give me- give us a chance. Let me take care of you and show you how wonderful you truly are. No matter how many times you push me away, I will always stand firm. I’m not going anywhere, Y/N. I’ve got you.”

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saulweissberg · 7 months ago

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availability / @theodoranowak setting / the local country club golf course; wednesday, july 17th, around six pm.

“ah, there you go! nice swing.” saul complimented after theo cracked the golf ball across the greensward. the sun was still high enough in the sky to give off a sweltering heat, but as two high powered attorneys, neither would be caught dead playing hooky and golfing on a weekday morning. well, at least saul wouldn’t, mostly because his schedule was so busy lately that he barely had time to shave before work, let alone sneak away for a quick early morning golf session. with theo and isabel working as senior associates under him, and with help from micah, his firm had more clients than ever before. he’d hazard to say he was downright successful, but saul knew better than to count his chickens before they hatched. at any rate, he was successful for suburban illinois, but he’d probably never reach the esteem of his former firm, wlrk. that was something he was coming to terms with. the market was smaller, but divorces happened anywhere and everywhere. that was the best part of their specialty: they were pretty much guaranteed job security, and saul was running the show now. having theo as part of his legal team just propelled them into further success.

they still needed to enjoy themselves, though. golf wasn’t his favorite sport—especially since his third ex-wife’s older brother was a professional golfer and hated saul—but he was better at it than tennis, and it was practically required for any blue blooded man to know how to do both. besides, it was the first time he really got to spend some time with his pseudo-cousin since she arrived in blue harbor. after theodora finished her turn, saul set up the tee and positioned himself alongside the ball, holding out his arms stiffly as he lined up the club. with a swift motion, he swung the club and connected it with the golf ball, sending it flying into the air and curving to the right. his hand flew to his forehead, shielding the golden afternoon light from his eyes as he watched the ball land far ahead. turning to theo, he grinned and pumped both fists in the air. “yay!” he gave a light laugh and moved over to their golf cart to find where their respective golf balls had landed.

after a beat of silence, saul raised a brow as he regarded theodora. “so, how are you finding blue harbor?” it was sort of funny how she was the third brunette he knew back in new york that had found her way to the small midwestern town, but this time, she had asked to come work for him. though he had a stable staff with isabel, micah, and his secretary, he would’ve been insane to decline her. not only did she have nepotism on her side—the weissbergs and nowaks had been family friends for generations—but theo had a remarkable record and he wouldn’t turn down the help when his firm was steadily growing. more lawyers, more clients, it was simple math! that, and he had known theodora since she was a baby. he supposed he owed it to her, out of some familial-like obligation, and he could understand cracking under the weight of her family name. she needed an out, and while saul had his misgivings about blue harbor, it was the perfect place for someone to start over, just like he had three years ago. “i’m starting to think the entire island of manhattan is moving here. my first ex-wife, then my second, and then you? micah, too.” he didn’t count thalia, since blue harbor was her hometown. “either that, or you’ve all banded together to destroy me. i wouldn’t count that out for terry, but you and cassie? i’m hurt, teddy. just hurt!” he joked, mirth evident in his smirk and the sparkle in his eyes.

#theodoranowak #* narrative / thread.#* narrative / theodora.#* theodora / 001.#hope this works for ya ceecee 💕 let me know if i need to change anything!#also this is just an excuse to use that gif bc i never have a reason to lol

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camisoledadparis · 3 months ago

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THIS DAY IN GAY HISTORY

based on: The White Crane Institute's 'Gay Wisdom', Gay Birthdays, Gay For Today, Famous GLBT, glbt-Gay Encylopedia, Today in Gay History, Wikipedia, and more … November 18

1834 – Catherine Tozer Coombes, born (d.1914). One day in 1897, a little old man, penniless and disheveled, walked into an English police station and begged for admission to a country poorhouse. "I am a woman," the man said, thus opening the strange case of Kate Tozer. To escape a brutal husband, she said, she had dressed in male attire and lived as "Charlie Wilson," a housepainter, for almost half a century, fearing all those years that her husband might find her if she were not so disguised. The novelist Charles Reade, fascinated by the story, investigated it on his own and discovered that it was only true in part.

What had really occurred was this: Kate Tozer had indeed married Tom Coombes, but he had not mistreated her. Having inherited ten pounds from an aunt, she appeared dressed as a man before her husband one day and announced "I am no longer Kate. My name is Fred."

They continued to live together as Tom and Fred, both working as house painters. Then one day, "Fred" fell in love with Nelly Smith and they eloped, together with Tom.

When the police, spurred on by Nelly's parents, broke down the Coombes' door, they found Tom smoking his pipe and reading a newspaper, while "Fred" and Nelly went at it on the sofa. It's only after "Fred" got out of jail that she became "Charlie Wilson" and eventually settled down and found herself a nice bride named Anne Ridgeway, about whom, alas, he tells us nothing. One would like to hear her story.

1872 – Sir Edward Marsh (d.1953) was a British polymath (master in many fields), translator, arts patron and civil servant. He was the sponsor of the Georgian school of poets and a friend to many poets, including Rupert Brooke and Siegfried Sassoon. In his career as a civil servant he worked as Private Secretary to a succession of Great Britain's most powerful ministers, particularly Winston Churchill. He was a discreet but influential figure within Britain's homosexual community.

A classical scholar and translator, Marsh edited five anthologies of Georgian Poetry between 1912 and 1922, and he became Rupert Brooke's literary executor, editing his Collected Poems in 1918. Later in life he published verse translations of La Fontaine and Horace, and a translation of Fromentin's novel, "Dominique".

The sales of the first three Georgian Poetry anthologies were impressive, ranging between 15,000 and 19,000 copies apiece. Marsh and the critic J. C. Squire were the Bloomsbury Group's most important patrons, and it was in Marsh's London rooms that Siegfried Sassoon and Rupert Brooke met for the first and only time, in June 1914.

He was also a consistent collector and supporter of the works of the avant-garde artists Mark Gertler, Duncan Grant, David Bomberg and Paul Nash, all of whom were also associated with the Bloomsbury Group.

In addition to his work editing Churchill's writing while the latter was in or out of government, Marsh introduced Siegfried Sassoon to Churchill as a means of aiding the former's career. He was also a close friend of Ivor Novello. In 1939, he produced A Number of People, a memoir of his life and times containing his memories of those writers and politicians with whom he had associated.

1901 – On this date Mexico City police raided an affluent drag ball, arresting 42 cross-dressed men. But one was released, supposedly a close relative to President Porfirio Díaz. The resulting scandal, known as the Dance Of The 41 Maricones, received massive press coverage. The press was keen to report the incident, in spite of the government's efforts to hush it up, since the participants belonged to the upper echelons of society. The list of the detainees was never published.

On Sunday night, at a house on the fourth block of Calle la Paz, the police burst into a dance attended by 41 unaccompanied men wearing women's clothes. Among those individuals were some of the dandies seen every day on Calle Plateros. They were wearing elegant ladies' dresses, wigs, false breasts, earrings, embroidered slippers, and their faces were painted with highlighted eyes and rosy cheeks. When the news reached the street, all forms of comments were made and the behavior of those individuals was subjected to censure. We refrain from giving our readers further details because they are exceedingly disgusting. — Contemporary press report.

A rumor, neither confirmed nor denied, soon emerged, claiming that there were in reality 42 participants, with the forty-second being Ignacio de la Torre, Porfirio Díaz's son-in-law, who was allowed to escape. Although the raid was illegal and completely arbitrary, the 41 were convicted and conscripted into the army and sent to Yucatán where the Caste War was still being fought:

The derelicts, petty thieves, and cross-dressers sent to Yucatán are not in the battalions of the Army fighting against the Maya Indians, but have been assigned to public works in the towns retaken from the common enemy of civilization. — El Popular, 25 November 1901

Punishment: public works

In 1901 there was a similar raid on a group of Lesbians in Santa María, but that incident received far less attention.

As a result of the scandal, the numbers 41 and 42 were adopted by Mexican popular parlance to refer to homosexuality, with 42 reserved for passive homosexuals. The incident and the numbers were spread through press reports, but also through engravings, satires, plays, literature, and paintings; in recent years, they have even appeared on television, in the historical telenovela El vuelo del águila, first broadcast by Televisa in 1994. In 1906 Eduardo A. Castrejón published a book titled Los cuarenta y uno. José Guadalupe Posada's engravings alluding to the affair are famous, and were frequently published alongside satirical verses.

Such was the impact of the affair that the number 41 became taboo, as described by the essayist Francisco L. Urquizo:

In Mexico, the number 41 has no validity and is offensive ... The influence of this tradition is so strong that even officialdom ignores the number 41. No division, regiment, or battalion of the army is given the number 41. From 40 they progress directly to 42. No payroll has a number 41. Municipal records show no houses with the number 41; if this cannot be avoided, 40 bis is used. No hotel or hospital has a room 41. Nobody celebrates their 41st birthday, going straight from 40 to 42. No vehicle is assigned a number plate with 41, and no police officer will accept a badge with that number. — Francisco L. Urquizo

1906 – Born in Munich, Klaus Mann (d.1949) was the son of German writer Thomas Mann and his wife, Katia Pringsheim. His father was baptized as a Lutheran, while his mother was from a family of secular Jews. He began writing short stories in 1924 and the following year became drama critic for a Berlin newspaper. His first literary works were published in 1925.

Mann's early life was troubled. His homosexuality often made him the target of bigotry, and he had a difficult relationship with his father. After only a short time in various schools, he travelled with his sister Erika Mann, a year older than himself, around the world, and visited the US in 1927.

He travelled with Erika to North Africa in 1929. Around this time they made the acquaintance of Annemarie Schwarzenbach, a Swiss writer and photographer, who remained close to them for the next few years.

In 1932 Klaus wrote the first part of his autobiography, which was well received until Hitler came to power. In 1933 Klaus participated with Erika in a political cabaret, the Pepper-Mill, which came to the attention of the Nazi regime. To escape prosecution he left Germany in March 1933 for Paris, later visiting Amsterdam and Switzerland, where his family had a house. In November 1934 Klaus was stripped of German citizenship by the Nazi regime. He became a Czechoslovak citizen. In 1936, he moved to the United States, living in Princeton, New Jersey and New York. In the summer of 1937, he met his partner Thomas Quinn Curtiss, who was later a longtime film and theater reviewer for Variety and the International Herald Tribune. Mann became a US citizen in 1943.

During World War II, he served as a Staff Sergeant of the 5th US Army in Italy and in summer 1945 he was sent by the Stars and Stripes to report from Postwar-Germany.

Mann's most famous novel, Mephisto, was written in 1936 and first published in Amsterdam. The novel is a thinly-disguised portrait of his former brother-in-law, the actor Gustaf Gründgens. The literary scandal surrounding it made Mann posthumously famous in West Germany, as Gründgrens' adopted son brought a legal case to have the novel banned after its first publication in West Germany in the early 1960s. After seven years of legal hearings, the West German Supreme Court banned it by a vote of three to three, although it continued to be available in East Germany and abroad. The ban was lifted and the novel published in West Germany in 1981.

Mann's novel Der Vulkan is one of the 20th century's most famous novels about German exiles during World War II

He died in Cannes of an overdose of sleeping pills. He was buried there in the Cimetière du Grand Jas.

1972 – Gay McGill holds first of what were to become the most successful community dances at McGill University in Montreal. They were ended in May 1975 by withdrawal of their liquor license by Quebec liquor board.

McGill has had a student club supporting lesbian, bisexual, gay, and transgender students since 1972. The group, originally named Gay McGill, was renamed Queer McGill in 1998 to better identify with the diversity of its members. Queer McGill supports both students and non-student members of the McGill community. Membership in 2002 was over 400.

1984 – T.J. Osborne is half of the hit country music duo The Brothers Osborne consisting of T.J. Osborne (lead vocals) and his brother John Osborne (lead guitar, background vocals), both natives of Deale, Maryland.

The duo's albums consist largely of songs that both brothers wrote with a number of collaborators. Artists with whom they have worked include David Nail, Dierks Bentley, Lee Ann Womack, and Lucie Silvas, the last of whom is John's wife. The musical style of the duo takes influence from Southern rock, outlaw country, and neotraditional country.

They have received seven Grammy nominations, won four CMA Awards and have had seven of their songs become Top 40 hits including Stay A Little Longer, which features gay interracial couples in the video.

In February 2021, TJ Osborne came out as gay, making him the first openly gay artist signed to a major country music label. He received support from other country artists.

1985 – Christian Siriano is an American fashion designer and member of the Council of Fashion Designers of America (CFDA). Siriano first gained attention after winning the fourth season of American design competition show Project Runway, becoming the series' youngest winner. He launched his namesake "Christian Siriano" collection in 2008, which brought in revenue of over $1.2 million by 2010 and was estimated to have reached $5 million by 2012.

Siriano was born and raised in Annapolis, Maryland where he spent a year at Broadneck Senior High School before transferring to Baltimore School for the Arts. The school allowed Siriano to choose fashion design as his course of study. He is of Italian and German descent.

Siriano has said that his parents supported the arts and encouraged him and his sister to pursue creative fields. As a child, Siriano studied ballet, and on a March 2008 Ellen appearance, he described himself as a "musical theater kid who loved costumes". Siriano's interest in costume design inspired him to pursue a career in fashion. He began designing clothes at age thirteen, while working as a hair washer and styling assistant at Bubbles Salon in Annapolis, and eventually began sewing clothes for the salon's annual hair shows.After being rejected by the Fashion Institute of Technology, Siriano chose to study abroad at American InterContinental University in London, England. Following the recommendation of a teacher during his senior year, he began interning at Vivienne Westwood, and later, at Alexander McQueen, who Siriano has stated is his favorite designer. Siriano moved to New York City after graduating from college.

Siriano is openly gay and lives in the Chelsea neighborhood of Manhattan with his husband, singer-songwriter Brad Walsh. Siriano and Walsh became engaged on July 28, 2013. They exchanged engagement bracelets rather than rings. They were married on July 9, 2016 at their summer home in Danbury

1986 – Nick Bateman is a Canadian-American actor and model. He's most notably recognized as the partner of American comedian and actor Tyler Sherman.

At a young age, Bateman began martial arts training in Gōjū-ryū karate and bō staff. In his teens Bateman won four world titles in the National Blackbelt League's 15-17 age division, with three in weapons as well as one in Japanese forms in Houston and Myrtle Beach in 2003 and 2004. He graduated from Capilano University in Vancouver at age 20, and later opened his own karate school. Shortly thereafter, he began modeling professionally, during which time he lived in Milan, as well as New York City and Miami. Bateman is also a film actor and co-starred in the 2011 film Hobo with a Shotgun. He will play Miles Archer, the main character in a film adaptation of Ugly Love, a 2014 novel written by Colleen Hoover.

Bateman came out as gay in 2016, after speculation that he was in a relationship with American comedian and actor Tyler Sherman. He came out as gay on his partner's website with a joint statement from the couple saying that they have been in a relationship since late 2011.

He was awarded the Human Rights Campaign Visibility Award in 2017 for his coming out at the annual Human Rights Campaign Los Angeles Gala.

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