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mattmurdock42 · 1 year ago

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Enemy to Lovers

Summary: you go with your friends and Henry to an island, little you know what it will happen!

Warnings: unprotected sex. P in V. Face ridding, smutt, fluff, angst.

Wc: +-5k

( Henry e y/n, you are best friend with a woman whose husband is best friend with henry/ you secretly worked for the cia and henry for the mi6/ your friends didn´t know that you were enemies, always fighting over a clue on some case or some testemuny/ you had already got into serious fights/ during dinners in your friends house you´d always smile and tried to be polite, but you could feel tension/ they decided to go on a trip)

You worked for CIA, at England, since six years ago. It was a secret job, CIA had other undercover job for you, the owner of a bakery. You could say you had a normal life, excluding trips around the country for missions behind clues on cases, victims and assassins. You had been friend with Camilla since you moved to the UK. She's been your best friend, always supportive and respectable, which was perfect. She was a lawyer at a bank company and maried to Nicolas, Nick, who also worked at the bank. They loved to have dinners at their house, always inviting you, Camilla´s best friend, and Henry Cavill, Nick´s best friend. You were always happy to go, but there was only one problem, Cavill. You could say you were practically enemies. He secretly worked at MI6, who also had an undercovered job, as a baker, for your luck. The couple would always say that you should work togheter and this kind of things. You´d always laugh to not give up the disguise.

You had nothing against Cavill, if it were not for him always trying to still parts of your work to take it to MI6. You both had already fought over many things. The most serious fight was one, body to body: he was unarmed, you were with daggers. He left bleeding, and you passed out on the floor. You could barely look at each other without getting mad.

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It was the end of the year, and Cami and Nick were helding a dinner party at their house for family and friends. During dinner, Cami says for you to stay after it was over, she had something to ask you.

Dinner was over and there you stood, with the couple and Cavill.

"So, we have something to ask to you two. January third we are going to celebrate seven years of marriage in Maldivas´s island, and we would be very happy if you could come along. To show you how much it means to us your presence, we are going to pay your tickets to go and your accomodation." The couple said exited.

You didn´t know what to think.

"You have one week to answer us."

You both leave the house.

"Listen. Nick means a lot to me, so i´m going. I don´t think you should go." Henry says.

"Excuse me? Cami means a lot to me too. YOU shouldn´t go."

You both arf and go each to your houses.

The day of the trip arrives and you had already packed and was headed to Camilla´s house when suddenly, you see Cavill´s car parked in front of their house. You couldn´t belive you´d spent a week in a isolated island with your "enemy".

You entered the house and greeted the couple. You and Henry did your little "play".

You four head to the airport.

"My and Nick´s sits are B5 and B6. Your´s and Henry´s are E17 and E 18." Said Camilla to you. You didn´t like the idea of sitting with that jerk, but at least you were on first class. When you saw Cavill again, by his face, Nick had already told him the "great news".

You entered the plane and Cavill sat by the window. In the middle of the flight, you fell asleep, and, when you woke up, you were resting your head on Cavill´s massive shoulder. He was sleeping, so he didn´t noticed. You thanked god, otherwise he´d proably laugh at you for the rest of your life. (Little you knew that he was secretly awake and enjoying the little touch).

The plane landed. You were all tired and headed to the hotel. It was a huge, luxurious hotel. On the rception, you had the delightful news that you and Henry´d be staying at the same room.

"When we booked, it was already taken most of the rooms. And for the days we needed, only these were available. These and the couple´s suit. But the room is enourmous and has two beds, so it´ll have space for you both. i´m sure." Nick said for you two.

You were not believing it. The thought was unthinkable. Camilla pulled you to the side and said: " Sorry, y/n. We really tried, but we only got that room. If you'll have any troubles, tell me and i´ll send Nick to your room and you can stay with me."

"It is your aniversary, i´d never take Nick out of your room."

Cami smiled at you and said. " Thinking about it, Henry is really not that bad to look at. And the conversation will never stop, since you work in the same area. Think about it, girl." She winked at you, with a mischiveous smirk.

"You don´t exist, you know that?" You said.

Each of you went to your room. When you opened the door, there it was, only one COUPLE´s bed.

"There'd been a mistake, let´s go to the recpetion again." You said.

"Sorry, lady y/n, but that is the only room available. I´m sorry for our mistake, the site must be wrong, we´ll fix it right this afternoon!" The receptionist explained.

You went back to the room.

You looked at him.

"What now, mister smart pants?" you asked.

"You can sleep in the bed. I´ll order a bunch of pillows and blankets and sleep on the floor."

"Fine."

He called the reception and thirdy minutes later, a guy arrived with five pillows.

"Thank you, i have a bad lower back, so i need all this to sleep." He explained to the guy at the door, who was with an interogative face.

The first day, you four went to explore the hotel, to know all its activities and places to eat. The night came. Henry used the bathroom first, than you. You had rules: he´d shower and brush teeth first, to not rush you; right was your side, left was his. You didn´t speake to each other unless in front of the couple.

The second day of the trip ( one day after you arrived), Nick sugested for you to do a beach day, to rent a tend and spend the day there. The idea was lovely. You had so much fun, the food was great, girl talk with Camilla were amazing, and even Cavill behaved himself.

"So, how it´s been staying with Henry?" Asked Cami.

"It´s fine."

" i can imagine, that piece of fresh meat all around during the day. I don´t know how, but his scars make him even more handsome."

"What scars?" You didn´t notice, since you looked at him as minimum as possible.

"The one on his thigh, on his arm and on his lower back. I don´t know how he got it, but it seems pretty deep."

You looked at him, trying to catch sight of it.

"I had never seen him in summer clothes before, so i didn´t knew he got them."

The rest of the day was peacefull. You went back to your room and made your rotine. When Cavill got out of the shower, you glanced at his scars. You couldn´t tell why, but their places seemed familiar to you. You both were already layed.

"Good night." Cavill said.

"Good night."

The next day Cami wanted to see the capital. Another day passed.

The next day, you went to see the museum on the ocean. The couple had already dipped, so, the only known person you had to ask to tie your bikiny bra was Cavill.

"Do you know how to tie?"

"Do you know how to not say offensive things?" He said as he tied. When he went to put his oxygen tube, you heard him sigh. As you looked at him, his hand was on his lower back.

"Is that to heavy for you, big guy?"

"Shut up, fainty girl"

"You shut up, blood boy"

After the diving, when you came back to the little boat, your blood presure was low. It was normally low, but you were feeling weak. You managed to get back to the hotel looking fine. In the hall to your shared bedroom, you lean against the wall. He looks at you and see your eyes are narrowed.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes!"

"Sure, you almost fainting again means that you are okay."

"Look, just shut up and go to the room."

"I can´t let you faint here, it´ll destory the trip."

"Lovely."

"Lean on me, i´ll help you to the bedroom."

"Not a chance, bloody." Suddenly, you black out.

You woke up on your bed. Henry was already asleep. There was a glass of water and some crackers left for you on your nightstand. You drank and ate it. After brushing your teeth and taking a shower, you were laying on yor bed, trying to go back to sleep, when you suddenly notices the situation of Cavill´s "bed". He only had 6 pillows and a sheet to make as bed, excluding this itens, he was on the bare floor.

The next day, Cami said that you were having a spa day. Some parts it would be the four of you togheter, some parts you and her or you and Cavill. Your muscles had never been more relaxed in your life. It only had one hour and a half left to end that spa day, before going back to your room and preparing yourself for dinner. You and Henry were put togheter at that time; you´d just have the final massage at the same room. You two were only in a towel, alone in a room, waiting for the massues.

"Thank you for the care last night. And thank you for not telling Camilla about it."

"Your welcome. I understand how bad it is to feel weak."

Time passed and you finished your massage and the dinner, then, you went back to your room. Before getting in the shower, you looked at Henry and asked:

"Didn´t you ask for blankets also?

"They didn´t have it, it is a hot island, after all. I forgot this wasn´t England."

"How can you sleep?"

"i don´t, actually."

You raised your brows to him.

"i´ve already been more days with bad sleep."

You didn´t believe him. It seemed that he´d lost 20 pounds and he had black eyes.

"You don´t seem ok. It´s clear that you lost significant weight. You konw, since you helped me, i´ll let you sleep in the bed, tonight."

"No. Then you´ll have to slepp on the floor."

"We could share the bed. We´ll make a pillow wall."

He seems to think for a while. But then, his ego gave up and he accepted, recognizing that he really didn´t look really healthy. After your shower, you saw two pillows in the middle of the bed.

"Why didn´t you put four pillows?"

"I need two for my lower back." He explains as he goes to the shower. After 15 minutes,he came back, only in a black pajama shorts, since it was hot as hell. Now, you were both layed.

"What happened to your lower back?" You interogated.

"I got stabed, it hitted the muscle; now, it is hard to get comfortable with it ragged."

Half an hour passed, but neither of you were sleepy.

"Haven´t slept eighter, hein?" he groaned.

"Yes, it´s been ages since i din´t relax like that, so i think my body instinctively feels alert." You commented.

"Same."

He looked at you and solicited:

"You know, what if, just for this night, we forget our jobs and have a conversation with each other, like normal people?" he asked.

"How can i forget how to be a baker?" He gave you a chuckle. You liked the sound.

"I could do that, for this night." You said.

"How long have you been working there?" He asked.

"Twelve years. And you?"

"Fifteen. ... Are your blood pressure always low?"

"No, just when i feel pressure over my body."

"Where are you from?"

"I was born in Krakow, but raised on Boston, EUA. I heard Nick saying you are from London."

"Yeah."

"If it weren´t for our jobs, we could have been friends, i think."

"This inteligences should have an organized diplomacy between then, so it wouldn´t affect anyone lives."

" It really should. I´m sorry for you having to sleep on the floor. I was rude on not offering you the bed before."

"There is no problem."

"If i may ask, how did you get those scars? I don´t know how, but they seem familiar to me."

"Well, i got them at a wednesday night. I nedded a video tape from an assassin, but other agent from another secret service showed and, we fought for it. I took the tape in the end, but i left bleeding."

"Henry, are those...are those mine?" You say, stretching an arm to feel the scar from his arm.

"Yes."

"i didn´t knew it hitted you so deep, i´m so sorry. Oh my god, am i the cause of your lower back pain?"

"I could say so."

You didn´t know what to say. You were feeling terible, he wasn´t a bad person, he was just doing his job. You moved next to him and gave him a soft hugh. "I´m so sorry, i didn´t mean it. You must hate me for this."

"You were just doing your job. You were under pressure. And i started the fight, anyway."

He smelled good, and he was warm. Secretly, you wanted to stay hugged to him.

"If our jobs can´t be diplomatic, maybe we can. So we can avoid more disasters."

"i think that is a great idea." As soon as he finishes telling you this, you fell a thick hand embracing your shoulder and pulling you closer. You didn´t move. Did he also like the hugh? "Is it okay?" He asked, looking at you. "Yes", you said.

"S-since we are not hating each other this night, may i say, you look cute in bathing clothes."

You blushed, looking down. "You are not bad, too" You feel his hand through your hair. You didn´t pushed it away, so he understood the sign: It was all okay from you. He grabbed your waist and pulled you to straddle his waist.

"One night, love?" He asked.

"One night." You responded.

He was layed on his back and you were on top of him. You leaned and gave him a soft peck in his lips. You pull away and look into his eyes, your hands cupped his cheeks.

He placed you on his lap, while sitting. Then, his mouth sharply attacked yours, tongue asking permission to explore your mouth. As you gave it, he lifted you and possitioned you on the bed, staying on top. He broke the kiss to take of your tank top (you weren´t with a bra, since you were going to sleep) and went to work on your breasts. He sucked one nipple while one of his hands were supporting him on the bed and the other were tracing your thigh.

"Please, pet, open your legs for me."

You opened, but not enough for his opinion.

He left your breasts and went down. He gently took of your short and penties. But then he brutally grabbed your knees saying: " I said, before, for you to open your legs". It burned were he was touching you. With your knees in his hands, he placed then on his shoulders and went down to your cunt. He passed a hand and licked it, looking at you. "Well done, y/n, already wet for me". He gave kisses at your inner thighs, trailing them to finally lick your folds. "Daddy´s girl, say a number until 20".

"four"

He quickly bit your clit, making you scream in pleasure and surprise. He inserted two fingers inside you, curling them at an affordable pace, while sucking your cunt like a hungry man. You put your hand on his head, signaling to go faster. He did as you plead, making you a moaning mess. You feel a heat grow in your stomach.

"Hen-ry, i think i´m gonna...". You cum before you could finish.

He places a soft kiss to your belly.

"Sit, my dove". You sit. He lays almost in the middle of the bed. "Now, sit on my face."

"Are you crazy? if i not kill you first, you´ll be injured!"

"Baby girl, have you never done that?"

"No."

"I am sure you will like it. And you would be in completely control."

He gave you his hand to gide you to kneel over his face. You now were hovering it. He grabbed your hips, pulling you down. You were scared and resisted to him. "I´m to heavy. I´m not skinny, you are going to suffocate, or i´ll even break your neck or your nose". He became impacient and pulled you down, even you trying to resist to him. As soon as you sit, you feel his wet tongue circling your hole. You let a moan out. He let go of your hips and you got out of his face. "See, nothing happened to me. You are not heavy. You are perfect. You are entirelly perfect. Now do as i told you." You slowly sit back at his face. He starts to eat you, putting his tongue inside you many times, his tongue dancing all over your vagina. He roughtly smack your ass and growl. He was making you feel every sensation you could before cumming again. As soon as he growled again, you came on his mouth, soaking his chin. You get out of him. He was going to lay you again but you stopped him. You guidded him to sit on the edge of the bed and take of his shorts; you kneel, taking his already hard cock in your hand, smoothing a little before putting in your mouth. As you did, he shivered to the attention being given to his erection. You hollowed your cheeks and started to take it as deep as you could. The tip hitted the back of your throat, making you gag, the vibrationg hitting his sensitive spot, making him moan roughtly. He takes your hair and starts to guide your pace. You noticed he was reaching his orgasm and started to give special treatment to the tip of his dick, however, he sarted to try to pull it of. "what are you doing?"

"I´m not gonna cum on your throat. Not today, pet."

He pushes you away and you lay on the bed. He places himself between your legs and insert two fingers inside you, straching you out for him. He leans and takes you to a kiss. Suddenly, you fee him entering you. You break the kiss and moans to loud, your nails scratchin his back. He starts thrusting. The sound was intoxicating. You buck your hips, meaning for him to go faster. His thrusts became hard, but not hard enough to leave bruises, since you´d have to wear a bikini tomorrow. His breath were unsteady and you were soaking. "Henry, it´s comming!". After a couple of seconds you cum all over him. "Do you want me to take it of? We forgot the condom."

"No need, tomorrow i´ll take a pill. Go ahead, daddy." As soon as you finished, he let out a shy moan and came. He quickly kissed you before getting out.

He laid beside you, without breath. You get up and straddle him.

"You know, secretly, i´ve always wanted to ride you". You say massagim his cheast. You possition him in your entrance and you sit on it. He sits and hugs you. Then, he grabs your waist and you place your hands on his shoulders. You starts to move your hips and he follows your pace. After some kisses your speed increased and you both cum. You stay on top of him for a while, hugging his huge torso. Suddenly, he slightly arched his back. He hoped you didn´t notice the stiffnes of his muscles, but you did. You imediately get out of him.

"is it your back?"

"it´s nothing."

"of course it is." You say upset.

"Darling, it was just a little stiffness, i´m getting old". He kisses your cheek. "Let´s go take a bath, we are both soaking wet". He lifts you on his arms bridal style and caries you.

After the bath, you were cuddling in bed.

"What time is it?" You asked.

"Three am."

"Hen, how did you know what i liked during sex?"

"Well, you have been always in a defensive mood, always trying to prove yourself, how you never need help. So i thought that it had a big chance of, actually, you just wanting someone soft and caring for you, leading and helping. Besides, you didn´t stop me, so i just kept going."

You blushed at his explanation. "Henry, why did you ask me to say a number, before?"

"Oh! I wanted to know how many times I'd make you cum."

You then realised." What if I had said twenty?"

"Well, then I guess we would be up until the sun rises".

You looked at him incredulous.

" You know, that face sitting thing, i think i should try it more times."

"My face is always available for you whenever you want, dove". He says with a smile.

You both stay in silence for some minutes, then you say: "You know, maybe, we could repeat the sex. We just let our work go, and we be ourselves for a while."

"I would very much appreciate that." You both fall asleep.

The next morning, it was your last day on the island, so Camilla decided to spent the day on the beach again.

"What is that between your legs?" Camilla asked.

You looked down to see light bruises at your inner thighs.

"i must have beaten somewhere."

"I imagine that Henry´s lap could be called somewhere." She says laughing.

"Hey! I could have sleept with anyone!"

"Sure, then Henry´s back scratches are from somewhere unknown as well". Camilla smirked.

"Oh, shut up". You both laughed.

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more-than-tender-curiosity · 1 month ago

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Sam Watson version of Nick Carraway with Alan Ladd version of Jay Gatsby!

I’m torn between Betty Field version or Carey Mulligan version of Daisy Buchanan.

Joel Edgerton as Tom Buchanan.

Elizabeth Debicki as Jordan Baker.

Thoughts?

I think Carey does a better overall job at actually playing Daisy, especially when it comes to her mannerisms and her voice in particular. She’s described as having like a low almost songful murmur and that’s sort of unique among ‘it girls’, especially ones on the more ‘feminine’ side, so it really bugs me when they just throw that trait out the window (cough cough mia farrow). I do really like Betty Fields’ line delivery in some scenes though—I think it’s technically a little closer to the way Daisy would have intoned her speech. Plus Daisy is a brunette and Betty’s is the only one (including 1926, where she was a redhead) to get that one right!

And Elizabeth Debicki is a great Jordan. If they could simply let her and Carey Mulligan use their natural hair colors I would be soso happy. Literally why would you make the natural blonde wear a brown wig to play a blonde character and the natural brunette DYE HER HAIR a strawberry blonde to play a brunette. Baz. Baz Luhrmann. You’re normally very good at colors why are you doing this BAZ

Tom can choke regardless of who plays him but I actually think 74 Tom holds his own, like he’s got this frustrated, distracted air that I think Tom (a man whose whole character revolves around having an extramarital affair) would have beyond his gruff and restless demeanor. Like he’s never really quite there in the moment in a way all the other toms sort of miss. Bonus points for having the correct hair color because it Matters to Me.

Bonus: 49 also has the best Wilson (going against my usual Character Design Whining here!!!) who goes on to play Meyer Wolfshiem in 74.

And yes. Sam Nick and Alan Jay forever. I think DiGatsbio did a remarkable job as well but Alan Ladd just physically and wholly fits the role as if it were made from him. I know Leo came from humble beginnings and realistically Alan was just as successful at that time in his life but there’s this fatal sort of inadequacy that haunts Alan Ladd’s every single breath that Leo just doesn’t have. He’s too sure of himself instead of being sure of his dream. Hes a Good Gatsby.

That being said I appreciate his coked up Plaza meltdown.

Similar feelings for Macdonald Carey as Nick. He’s like a really good Nick but he’s……god this is so stupid to say this but he’s not hypocritical enough. There’s no itchy little awareness of his privilege at the back of his mind and no motivation for him to obscure it the way Sam pulls off. He just like…is this morally upright chronically catholic dude who comes out of this tragedy wholly unscathed and that’s just not right.

#the great gatsby #jay gatsby #nick carraway #jordan baker #daisy buchanan

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himbos-hotline · 2 months ago

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What Baking Can do aka the bakery au -> an overview

another non wrestling bakery au, based on that one thing where Hangman mentions baking sourdough

Hangman Adam Page:

Anxious millennial baker

runs a bakery called "baking care of buisness"

makes cowboy theme'd gingerbread

quiet and shy and unsocialised

works with the bucks

Matthew and Nicholas:

two halves of a whole idiot

neither one of them have the braincell half the time

wear horrific looking aprons

suprisngly effective in their workplace

matt is a dunce angel baby but also the biggest bitch youve ever met

nick is the baby brother, you can tell

codependent

nick makes bird sounds

theyre both autistic in different ways

Nathaniel Pacotto:

Original Character

Runs a pet store

works nearby the bakery

Jayden "Jay" Orton:

Original Character

runs a record store

new gal on the block

already dating wheeler

Just moved in together

adopted by regal

blackthorn records -> store name

Kenneth "Kenny" Omega:

does not have a big boy job

video game streamer if you ask him nicely

reguarly at hangers bakery

Kinda like a cockroach but a nice way

wears pride pins

Kota Ibushi:

EIther head empty no thought or head full, no thought

Kennys dumbass loving husband

a sweetheart

also streams with kenny

Has a sketchy big boy job [dont ask, its legit]

Wheeler Yuta:

basically an animal crossing character

runs a flower shop

speaks the language of flowers

also autistic

wears bucket hats

is the cook in the house

Adam Cole [baybay]:

your local health bitch

runs a health food store

trans woman

hangs out with brit

closeted

annoyed by new people moving into the street

takes about 97 years and three months to get ready

says Boom to emphasis points

Danhausen:

runs an antique store that never seems busy but never goes outta buisness

part human, part demon

everywhere has jars from his store

opposite the record store

HOOK:

your local silent guy

strong and silent and autistic

also trans

works with Jay in the record store because he dad left him there like an abadoned dog

him and kenny are work out buddies

tries to eat everyone and everything out of house and home

has reports of biting someone

William Regal:

runs one of those old timey bookstores

an excentric old man that everyone adores

adopted Jay

Is a gay that can do math

former foster parent

an old married man

Always has old timey music playing

Claudio Castagnoli:

runs a restraunt

married to rj

is a wife man

the swiss man for some reason runs a italian restraunt

Rj City:

used to be a social worker and retired early

only for claudio to open a restraunt

is in love with her husband

sometimes does waitressing

Excalibur:

the mask is on

runs the gym that hook and kenny go too

has a weird hatrid with the guy across the street [we dont know the guy across the street, only he does]

clever fucker

employs people other people would

Jonathon "Jon" Moxley:

works in the gym

teaches self defence classes

was fostered by regal so by default hes jays brother

Has also bitten someone

Dating eddie

met eddie while in a bar fight

Taz:

radio taz

Hook and lyrics dad

runs plently of old records for Jays store

local american italian

likes to give mox tips [mox doesnt take them]

Edward "Eddie" Kingston:

Steals cigarettes

runs his own car mending place

ruby works there too

Ruby is his sister

Ruby ruby ruby soho:

works with eddie

tired of mox cluttering the garage

local punk lesbian

Aubrey Edwards:

runs a bar

has cheep drinks and a place for children

Dating Kris statlander

plays matchmaker

doctor brit baker dmd:

dentist....obviously

"dating" cole as a qpr in the loosest term

met cole in the big city

Iris Rose:

original character

Trans

doctor

southern

makes hanger more southern

also moves form the big city

Charles "Chuck" Taylor:

just a guy

you dont really know much about him

is friends with kris and the other best friends

is part of Maxs band-plays guitar

Trent? :

is a football coach

sue helps to transport everything

also does stuff and things

Delilah Hart:

waitress at aubreys bar

married to chuck- nobody knows this

freinds with maxwell

Maxwell Jacob Friedman:

sings at aubreys bar

jazz singer vibes

Evil Uno:

foster carer

the rest of the dark order are his foster kids

fostered little hangman

buys lots of things from everyone

Jack Perry:

works in the kids section of a museam

always paired with a dinosaur plushie

the plushie is probably alive

trans

Orange Cassidy:

works in the antique store

you never see him

always at the back doing a sleep

can fall asleep everyehere

#au: what baking can do

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onpurposeilovehimonpurpose · 1 year ago

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Get to Know Me!

Tagged by @rockingtheorange

Last song: Mi Gente - J. Balvin & Willy William 🎶 From my playlist, because I'm not counting "If I Loved You" by Vagabond even though my tv happens to be playing that scene right now.

Last film: Red, White & Royal Blue because I'm currently watching it as usual. (but if I have to choose one that isn't that... Oh yeah, I introduced my mom to The Beat Beneath My Feet a couple of days ago. A non-Nick movie? Probably Barbie in the theater months ago.

Currently reading: "Rojo, Blanco y Sangre Azul" by Casey McQuiston

Currently watching: It's a theme here. I'm watching "Red, White & Royal Blue", to be specific, it's the museum scene.

Currently consuming: queso and chips

Currently craving: strawberry milkshake

Were you named after anyone?

No, and I suppose in a way, I named myself.

When was the last time you cried?

While I was writing a fic today, there are just some things that my characters must go through, but I go through it with them.

Do you have kids?

No, but I am a very proud aunt.

What sports do you play/have you played?

I've played many, none of them well though. My favorite was something I haven't played since junior high called "Volley Tennis", it was so fun.

Do you use sarcasm?

Yes, but I try to tone it down, though it's a go-to defense and a go-to ice breaker that I probably use way too often.

What's the first thing people notice about you?

Usually that I look much younger than I actually am? Because it seems to be a thing that always comes up a few minutes into a conversation? I think anyway. I honestly am not sure though.

What's your eye color?

Green, but maybe more like a sea glass green.

Scary movies or happy endings?

Happy endings all day! But oh please give me truly understandable angst and slow burn first.

Any talents?

I believe I'm a talented writer and baker, maybe I have some other ones, but I'm not sure anymore what they are as mostly those are the things I do most often.

Where were you born?

Chicago

What are your hobbies?

I have so many, maybe too many. Writing, reading, arts & crafts, building miniatures, going to SPN cons, collecting RWRB books in all languages available, singing, listening to music, road trips, watching baking shows.... probably a lot more.

Do you have any pets?

Right now, I have one dog. But it hurts to say that because I will always have more than that in my heart.

How tall are you?

1.67m

Favorite subject in school?

Art, because that was my reprieve from the otherwise hellish experience. Even if I wasn't good at it, it never mattered to my teacher.

Dream job?

I would like to be a published author who makes enough money not to do anything else but write. Or, I would like to work in the film industry as the person who organizes and keeps track of props and clothing. I've heard so many different titles for that role, so I won't be specific, lol. I just love organizing and doing that job would be awesome.

I'm tagging @radberryz @didsomeonesaybuffet @poisonfayri @sunnysideprince

#getting to know me #red white and royal blue

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[s: smut | a: angst | f: fluff | d: dark]

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mob!bucky; a relationship is built on trust and you trust Bucky enough to give up everything for a moment. Let him take care of you in every way possible.

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lloyd hansen; it is well known that Lloyd Hansen has anger issues, but what if Lloyd has a woman that matches his temper? Fight fire with fire – or fuck fire with fire.

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sugar daddy!andy barber; like most young adults you struggled with money, the university didn't pay itself after all. It is hard, but when a friend drags you to a special bar...it might get easier [ > potentially more parts if people want it]

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baby trap!andy; Andy cheats with you on Laurie, but you want more. You had to make sure he leaves her and stays with you…what better way than a baby? Laurie couldn’t give him that, could she now.

Barber's Production: The Burden That Weighs Heavy [s/f/a]

pornstar!nick/pornstar!reader; your mother is sick and no one cares to help but you, the constant bad news should leave you broken however you’re not giving up. With three jobs a week it still isn’t enough to pay the bills and you have to search for money somewhere else, somewhere, something where your mother doesn’t have to know about.

Barber's Production: Only You Matter [s/f]

pornstar!steve kemp/waitress/barkeep!reader; You met this charming, enhancing man in the bar you work at and from the first second on you were hooked.

Show Me How: Starting of Easy, huh [s/f]

ceo!bucky/baker!reader; it's time to try out a few kinks you had in mind since seeing Bucky, however nothing seems too hard for him. (Chapter 3)

They Changed Me Forever: The Past Always Comes Back to Hound You [s/f/a/d]

mob!andy/mob!lloyd; you can't get enough of them, they're like a drug. Everything feels good, until bad news reveals what has hounded you for weeks.

You're Arms Are Home: This Was A One Time Thing [s/f/a]

ex!husband!dilf!steve rogers/uncle!bucky; steve and you split over a year ago, but still you end up in his bed most nights, he was an addiction. [to be released in May, no date yet! Still in works, along with inspiration and storyline planning!]

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succubus!reader/(steve); he is the Golden Boy everyone loves, he wouldn't be naughty or dirty...well good for him you showed up and gave him a taste of sin. [end of May/beginning of June, no date yet! Still in works, along with inspiration and storyline planning!]

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pre-outbreak!joel miller; that man loves his daughter more than everything, even when she sets him up with the pretty neighbour. Though he couldn't be mad at her, when he'd been too oblivious to the flirting.

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joel miller; you wouldn't say you were the jealous type – Ellie would say you are –, you're just a woman knowing what's hers and not liking it when other women try to flirt with it knowing exactly what they're doing.

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joel miller; you never had a family, but Ellie and Joel make up for it. Add to that a potential brother in law who treats you like his own sister. (potential pregnancy)

#joel miller x reader #joel miller smut #lloyd hansen x reader #lloyd hansen smut #andy barber smut #andy barber x reader #ari levinson x reader #ari levinson smut #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes smut #steve rogers smut #steve rogers x reader #steve kemp smut #steve kemp x reader #nick fowler x reader #nick fowler smut #vee's pornstars updates⭐️🔥

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Friday, November 10, 2023 Canadian TV Listings (Times Eastern)

WHERE CAN I FIND THOSE PREMIERES?: FOR ALL MANKIND (Apple TV+) THE CURSE (Paramount +) EVERYTHING CHRISTMAS (W Network) 9:00pm

WHAT IS NOT PREMIERING IN CANADA TONIGHT? AFTER THE BLAST: THE WILL TO SURVIVE (ABC Feed) BELLE COLLECTIVE (TBD - OWN Canada) THE CURSE (TBD)

NEW TO AMAZON PRIME CANADA/CBC GEM/CRAVE TV/DISNEY + STAR/NETFLIX CANADA:

AMAZON PRIME CANADA 007: ROAD TO A MILLION DINA HASHEM: DARK WHISPERS KANDAHAR TREVOR WALLACE: PTERODACTYL

CBC GEM CRIME (Season 2) LE COYOTE TRAMPOLINE GYMNASTICS WORLD CHAMPIONSHIPS (starts today, goes until November 12th)

CRAVE TV A CHANCE FOR CHRISTMAS EVE AND THE FIRE HORSE FOUR CHRISTMASES GODFATHER OF HARLEM (Season 3, Episode 1) INTO THE DEEP THE JOURNEY HOME LAMBORGHINI: THE MAN, THE LEGEND MIRACLE IN MOTOR CITY ONE WEEK PUSS IN BOOTS: THE LAST WISH SISU STILL MINE VIOLENT NIGHT

DISNEY + STAR BOBI WINE: THE PEOPLE’S PRESIDENT

NETFLIX CANADA AT THE MOMENT (TW) THE KILLER TEAM NINJA WARRIOR (Season 2)

2023 FIFA MEN'S U17 WORLD CUP (TSN/TSN4) 6:48am: Spain vs. Canada

GRAND SLAM OF CURLING (SN) 11:00am: National - Draw 14 (SN) 3:00pm: National - Draw 15 (SN) 7:00pm: National - Draw 16

NHL HOCKEY (SNWest/TSN4) 7:00pm: Flames vs. Leafs (SN1) 7:00pm: Wild vs. Sabres (SN) 10:00pm: Sharks vs. Knights

NBA BASKETBALL (TSN/TSN3/TSN5) 7:30pm: Nets vs. Celtics (SN Now) 8:30pm: Clippers vs. Stars (TSN/TSN3/TSN5) 10:00pm: Lakers vs. Suns

AMPLIFY (APTN) 7:30pm: Anishinaabe electro-pop artist Wolf Saga draws inspiration for his music from a painting his grandmother bought, which connects him to his culture. This episode features Richard Gracious, Janis Monture, Elder Mary Lou Smoke and Betty Albert.

THE FATHER (CTV2) 8:00pm: A man refuses assistance from his daughter as he ages. As he tries to make sense of his changing circumstances, he begins to doubt his loved ones, his own mind and the fabric of his reality.

7TH GEN (APTN) 8:00pm: Matthew Monias - Mattmac: Many people know Matthew Monias by his stage name, Mattmac. Discover how this Oji-Cree blind recording artist from Garden Hill First Nation is taking the world by storm with his music and blazing a trail with his advocacy work.

THE REAL HOUSEWIVES OF JERSEY (Slice) 8:00pm: La Finn

PLANET WONDER (CBC) 8:30pm: How the language used about climate change affects the motivation to do something about it.

A DASH OF CHRISTMAS (CTV Life) 8:00pm: To apply for her dream job at a foodie startup, an executive must learn to bake. When she recruits a handsome baker to help her, she inadvertently ends up in a Christmas Bakeoff.

FRIDAY NIGHT THUNDER (APTN) 8:30pm: The inaugural NASCAR Pinty's race finally arrives at Ohsweken Speedway and Aaron Turkey proves to be a hometown hero in the historic event. Meanwhile, Joshua Hill hustles to get his car back on the track after getting into a wreck the night before.

THE FIFTH ESTATE (CBC) 9:00pm: The Girls Around Robert G. Miller: In partnership with Radio-Canada's investigative program, "Enquête," "The Fifth Estate" examines troubling claims that a Canadian billionaire had a long history of paying teenagers for sex.

TRANSPLANT (CTV) 9:00pm: Bash reconnects with the man who got him to Canada.

BEAT BOBBY FLAY: HOLIDAY THROWDOWN (Food Network Canada) 9:00pm (SEASON PREMIERE): Katie Lee Biegel cracks the wishbone with Turkey Day classics and makes this holiday reunion a surprise family affair. Chefs Darnell Ferguson, Bryan Voltaggio and Michael Voltaggio attempt to squash Bobby Flay with a new turkey tradition.

CATWOMAN: HUNTED (Cartoon Network Canada) 9:00pm: Catwoman attempts to steal a priceless jewel.

VIOLENT NIGHT (Crave) 9:00pm: An elite team of mercenaries breaks into a family compound on Christmas Eve, taking everyone hostage inside. However, they aren't prepared for a surprise combatant: Santa Claus is on the grounds, and he's about to show why this Nick is no saint.

W5 (CTV) 10:00pm: The Mystery Bomber: "W5" investigates the identity of a would-be bank robber who exploded in a dramatic heist.

CRIME BEAT (Global) 10:00pm: Nothing is What it Seems: Part 1: A man walking his dog comes upon a neighbor's garage engulfed in flames; when the smoke clears, a woman is found dead with drug paraphernalia nearby; nothing is what it seems, and police are left combing through a web of lies to find the killer.

#cdntv #cancon #canadian tv #canadian tv listings #amplify #7th gen #the real housewives of jersey #planet wonder #friday night thunder #the fifth estate #transplant #W5 #crime beat #fifa men's world cup #curling #nhl hockey #nba basketball

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☆ –– (chris evans, he/him, cis man) who is SAWYER CLARINGTON anyways? ew. you don’t know about HIM, we’ll bet you want to. they’re feeling 42 and RUNNING WITH HIS DOGS feels like a perfect night to them. rumor has it they’re FINICKY and OVERCRITICAL because they care, but they’re also INTELLIGENT and COMPASSIONATE in the best way. HE works to make a little money as an CO-OWNER OF SWEET NOTHING & BAKER. they’ve rented a place on cornelia street in the form of A BROWNSTONE. EVERMORE (A) & SWEET NOTHING (B) is the song they could dance to the beat of forevermore.

STATS !

birth name : sawyer jasper clarington nick name : baker boy birth date : june 13th sexuality: bisexual biromantic currently residing : brownstone 10 occupation : co-owner of sweet nothing/baker

family : james clarington (father), andrea clarington (mother), oliver clarington (adopted brother), elorie clarington (sister), maverick clarington (adopted brother), rosaline clarington (daughter) pets : two rescue dogs relationship status: married to liliana clarington notable past relationships: n/a

hair color : dark brown eye color : blue height : 6'2" noticeable scars: various knicks and cuts from baking piercings : n/a tattoos: lily and rose tattoo over his chest

HISTORY !

sawyer clarington's life starts on a warm summer morning. the light of his parents' life from the time he is born and the immediately favorite of the family. his life is easy, and he's not a fussy baby (much to his mother's relief). but the first four years of his life are lonely with only his parents to keep him company.

then comes elorie, a new addition to a family with so much love to give. sawyer takes his role as big brother very seriously and never lets el out his sight for too long. where ever his little sister goes, sawyer is happy to trail along.

then comes the adoption of oliver, another younger sibling for sawyer to look over. his parents are more than happy to have sawyer tag along in helping with his younger brother, even if he more reluctant to do so this time around.

sawyer starts playing football during his middle school years, loving the thrill of it all. it was something that was just his and his alone. he was great at it and eventually made the varsity team in high school.

then comes shay, the final sibling to complete the set. sawyer is 16, and his parents are seemingly always busy. so sawyer has to step up to the plate and help out more often. at first, sawyer is happy to do so but then realizes it means missing out on spending time with friends. but they're his younger siblings and they need him, so sawyer watches them when his parents can't.

everything changes when sawyer tears his acl, pcl, and mcl in his knee during a football game. he can suddenly no longer play football, barely able to make it out of the house to get through his senior year. he spends more and more time at home, his entire future suddenly turning to ash in front of him. he'd planned on riding out a football scholarship at whichever school would take him and suddenly that wasn't an option anymore.

so he watches his grandmother bake when she'd come over to help him watch his younger siblings. it's something that keeps his mind off everything and he gets a job at a local bakery helping out whenever he can. he also starts saving up for a place of his own, needing the space to just be. he tries to keep up with what is going on his sibling's life but it's a lot harder when they're not all under the same roof.

as soon as graduation hits, sawyer moves out of his parents house and into a small new york apartment on his own. he gets a job at a sweet nothing, starting off as nothing more than a cashier that some times gets to help bake things. it's there he meets liliana and immediately falls in love with her.

he slowly works his way up in the bakery, become an assistant at the same time he proposes to lili. he gets the job of baker just a few months after marrying lili, and gets the head baker job the day after lili tells him she's pregnant. sweet nothing and his little family are everything he needs in life.

when the old owner steps down and offers up ownership of the bakery to sawyer, he doesn't even hesitate to take it. then comes the brownstone, a big home for his family to live in. and then everything comes crashing down when his father announces he's sick. it takes everything in sawyer not to drop everything and move back home, but he wouldn't do that to lili or rosie.

when his father dies, it's overwhelming. a sense of grief that never goes away and sawyer buries himself in sweet nothing. the entire menu gets an overhaul.

then his mother gets sick and sawyer feels like the entire world is crumbling around him. sweet nothing gets a complete makeover and it's only rosie begging not to leave her friends that stops him from suggesting moving again. but if he can't move back home, he can bring his siblings to him. he offers up the spare bedrooms and is shocked when all his siblings slowly start piling up in them. together, they can grieve everything they've lost.

WANTED !

co-owner of sweet nothing: sweet nothing is sawyer's second child but he needs someone to help run it. he wants to spend more time with his family now that they're all under one roof again, and this muse is the way to do so. they were probably already a baker and had been for a while. friends: other parent friends (or friends through their kids), people who frequent sweet nothing and like sawyer, or brownstone neighbors that ended up being his friend. all the friends. fellow volunteers: sawyer adores dogs and probably spends a lot of time helping out at a local shelter. give him friends that met that way.

#( &. too soft for it all: sawyer )#( &. intro: sawyer )#this is so long???? and for what???

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Ryuji: *dragging me along* C'mon on... Show them the frosting you make. They'll love it. Me: Okay.

Ryuji: Ta Da! My husband. You guys probably know him by now and our 3 kids. Me: Hi... Ryuji: He would like to show you his making of frosting. Me: I'm only making what is possible with Earthly ingredients. Ryuji: Go on. Show them. Me: Okay... *puts apron on* Now lets get started shall we.

Later.

Me: Good job, Gorisaki. you did exceptionally well today. Now I grant you this apron and baker's hat made from the finest of materials. Also here's a baker's cookbook of both regular and gourmet recipes. And my special recipes. Though these are only what's possible with... Gorisaki: Earthly ingredients. Thank you.

Ryuji: See... I told you. Though it's more of a hobby of his when he gets bored.

Rest of Gobusters Reaction?

Hiromu: ...It's alright, I guess. I like my own recipe better, though. And I don't need the cookbook, I already know how to bake. (this is canon actually, he baked Youko's cake in the final ep)

Nick: Oi, Hiromu *shoves* I'm sorry about him, he's just very particular about what he does...

Usada: ...You get bored? Don't you have like a thousand kids and a harem or something?

Youko: *happily munching on her sweets getting her energy level back up*

#tokumei sentai gobusters #iwasaki ryuuji #ask #i-am-randomtrash00

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Reviewing the All Elite Wrestling personnel 2024 Edition (Part 4) -

The Women's Division - It's still untapped in its full potential and is in no way lacking in draws. Tony Khan needs to listen to someone like Britt Baker and do more than make women matches the 'bathroom break' of AEW.

1. Mina Shirakawa - Undoubtably the best thing about the women's division this entire year was the storyline between Toni Storm and Mariah May. Mina was involved at a crucial moment of it whilst having excellent matches with Anna Jay, Serena Deeb, and Toni Storm herself. It's nuts she's not under full-time contract and given a minaful…erm meaningful push. Even Bryan Danielson rates her highly!

2. Kylie Rae - In the effort to once again remove Jericho and Guevara from this company is to bring back the person they got rid of. If Lio Rush can find his weasely way back in why can't she? Funnily enough if you type her name in on YouTube the first thing which pops up is her entrance back in 2019 for AEW. She's still doing well in GCW against Maki Itoh - you know another person AEW should have back?

3. Alex Windsor - British wrestlers are on the rise in AEW as are strong fundamentals from them. Versatility will always triumph over specialist talents and Alex Windsor has arguably the most complete skillset to square off against AEW's best. She's made a few sporadic appearances already yet was never given enough time to showcase it all. Look up her match with Toni Storm a few months ago to glimpse at what could be AEW's best technical bruiser.

4. Robyn & Charlette Renegade - Why they've not joined The Outcasts is beyond me since they look like Saraya's little sisters. Robyn seems to be working more after Charlette got injured back in July but the fact remains both have been learning and getting experience. I think the hard work should be rewarded.

5. Janai Kai - Original look, high energy, and unique wrestler, AEW needs more than the variety of job talents from other promotions to come and go because Janai Kai isn't someone who should be reduced to enhancing half the roster - it should be the opposite and they should enhance her.

6. Lady Frost - Anyone tuning into AEW for the last year has likely run into a match involving her - the overall presentation of her resonates with the fans and whilst some of her high-flying can incur risks I think the balanced reward of a great theme, look, and style more than make up. Fans like her and are waiting for a more full-time showcasing with a genuine push. Underrated.

7. Jasmin Allure - Has she been avoiding AEW? She's grown a lot on the indies since showing up in AEW years back and it has flown under the radar to those who aren't following every talent. Thunder Rosa has personally scouted her out for success and it is high time Thunder Rosa gets more recogniton for her efforts by bringing in her next generation of women.

8. Adriana Gambino - Tailor-made to be in Deonna Purrazzo's new faction. The former Valentina Rossi/Mafiosa has a saucy set of moves and great international appeal. She has great facial expressions and reactions plus the New York crowd might ironically be one of the only reliable markets left for AEW so to tap into it is a smart strategy.

9. Billie Starkz - Wait isn't she in RoH? Yeah and people don't care about her or Athena which is a shame because they're both great though Billie Starkz has a greater upside - put her in the Patriarchy as Mother Wayne's hand-picked choice to 'date' her son Nick Wayne. Still a teenager, Billie Starkz is lightyears ahead of a lot of talent at her age. If people can get behind the progress of a Julia Hart I think they can get behind this lady too.

10. VertVixen - One thing I like about certain talent is their ability to be plugged into any faction or role and also be capable of doing stuff outside the ring and still have an effective appeal. VertVixen could quicktime event MXM or killstreak on Adam Cole before going full retro with The Outrunners. I hope VertVixen gets to return to AEW on a more regular basis.

#AEW #all elite wrestling #personal opinion

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(—) ★ spotted!! MIA BAKER on the cover of this week’s most recent tabloid! many say that the 25 year old looks like MADISON BEER , but i don’t really see it. while the SINGER is known for being LOYAL my inside sources say that they have a tendency to be STUBBBORN i swear, every time i think of them, i hear the song TEST DRIVE BY JOJI {she + her / cis female}

FULL NAME : mia renee baker. NICK NAMES : mia , mi , m , mimz. AGE : twenty five DATE OF BIRTH : may 16th , 1999. ASTROLOGY SIGN : taurus sun , gemini moon , gemini rising. GENDER : cis female. PRONOUNS : she / her / hers. SEXUALITY : bicurious. OCCUPATION : singer POSITIVE TRAITS : creative , loyal , stable , honest , independent , strong willed , charming , intellectual , faithful , loving. NEGATIVE TRAITS : blunt , stubborn , possessive , indecisive , can be selfish at times , closed off , irritable . HABITS : biting her cheek when she’s nervous , putting her hair up in a bun when she’s getting a task done , cleaning when anxious or mad , flirts to make things more comfortable . AESTHETICS : messy bun , getting underneath the blanket when sad , flowery summer dresses in a green field , papers with notes and words all over the floor , piano playing at 1am , lamp lights in the middle of the night . CHARACTER INSPO : mary santiago , joey potter , samantha micelli, aria montgomery , topanga from boy meets world , rory gilmore (that’s it for now) . VOICE CLAIMS: madison beer , gracie abrams

background :

-- david and alexandra baker were high school sweethearts . they were both born and raised in west orange , nj . they got married in 1996 , and traveled the world a bit . they came back to montclair , new jersey after a few months . her mother was a teacher in one of the elementary schools while her dad worked as banker . the bakers (like their last name) loved baking , but they both had jobs they loved . –– it wasn’t until 1999 , when mia was born that the bakers decided to change their lives completely . the doctors told alexandra that after the birth of mia , she can’t have any more kids . so they opened up a small boutique bakery in montclair and called it ‘mia’s’. to them, she was their whole world . –– their bakery was the best one around montclair, causing it to be packed on certain days , but the bakers didn’t mind it . as long as they were able to provide the best of the best for mia , they were happy. –– growing up an only child , she had everything she wanted . she wasn’t that spoiled and she never had the most expensive things , but her parents got her whatever she wanted . she was a quiet kid , never really cried or screamed , was every parent’s dream child . she was extremely smart and did well at school . -- at the age of 12 , everything changed . her dad just got up and left her and her mom . it wasn't until a few years later that she found out her dad was cheating on her mom and had a whole family of his own . this caused her mom to spiral . she was constantly looking for someone to fill in the void david has left . she wanted someone to be a father figure to mia . -- when david left , alexandra blamed herself . she thought she wasn't good enough , she thought she was not pretty enough . maybe she wasn't a good enough of a wife . -- due to all of that , she projected these feelings to mia , telling mia that she always has to look pretty , to put on makeup , to dress nice -- even if she's just going out to the grocery store . -- her mom would go out every night , leaving mia on her own . mia was confused , but her mom told her it's going to change their lives . and it did . it didn't take long before she met her current husband - mia's step father , who was a well known business man all over the US . -- mia's step father was rich , which made alexandra close her bakery , as her new husband was the provider and breadwinner . -- around the age of 14 , mia started exploring the idea of writing , but she never really did anything with her songs as they were about friendships that ended and high school boyfriends that cheated on her ( not really cheated as she was never exclusive with anyone ) . a month after the school year was over , her mom and her moved to beverly hills to live with her step-dad , as he had to move to california . -- mia wasn't really interested in going to college , but she did put some time and money into piano lessons and guitar lessons . she always had a love for music . -- but it was when she met maddox , that she really got into writing . they met when she was 19 , he was truly everything she wanted . he made her feel loved , he gave her all of the attention she needed . until he didn't anymore . one day he just disappeared on her and that broke her completely . she understood why her mom acted the way she did and why she felt the way she did . -- that was when mia really got into writing and put one of her songs online on youtube . the video went viral in less than 24 hours . in 48 hours after the video was posted , she was already signed to a record label . -- however , she left the record label a year after being signed . they didn't really think that the "heartbroken girl" should be her vibe . they thought she should make more poppy-sexy songs rather than talking about her heartbreak . so she decided to leave them , knowing that she would rather put out something she believes in than something that will gain her fame . -- it didn't take her long until she found a new record label , that supported her and let her put out anything she wanted .

#mia baker #intro

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Super Wild-card Weekend Rundown

It’s that time of year again, NFL Playoffs! We begin as always with Super Wildcard Weekend, here is my rundown of all the games:

NFL Super Wild-card weekend: Jan. 13, 14 and 15

NFC

(7) Green Bay Packers at (2) Dallas Cowboys

Sunday, 4:30 p.m. ET on Fox

These are 2 teams with different expectations on the season. Jordan Love has played well and the Packers the last 2 games of the season played good defense and got the most out of their young core to make the playoffs. The Dallas Cowboys are Super Bowl or bust, CeeDee Lamb is arguably the second best WR in football and the defense overall is a take away machine. The Cowboys I think will try to pressure Love into bad throws, and be opportunistic in creating take aways. This to me is the Cowboys game to lose, only question is can Tony Pollard get going in the run game because he is the home run threat on the ground in space. Green Bay went on a 3 game win streak to end the season and Dallas leaving a lot to be desired to end their season. Dallas won impressively in week 14 against Philadelphia, then a bad loss to Buffalo, another loss to Miami, an illegal touching penalty win against Detroit and a dismantling of Washington to maybe get right? The Cowboys are the better team and they are home. Even with the struggles Dallas should get past the Packers and into the Divisional round.

(6) Los Angeles Rams at (3) Detroit Lions

Sunday, 8:15 p.m. ET on NBC

This one is going to tug on the heart strings. Matt Stafford returns to Detroit to face his old Lions and frankly the Rams might spoil Detroit’s first home playoff game in ages. The Rams are a hot team coming into the playoffs, 7-1 since a week 10 bye, only loss was an overtime loss to Baltimore in week 14. Puka Nacua came out of nowhere and is shattering expectations. He and Cooper Kupp are a formidable duo at WR, and Kyren Williams has brought stability to a ground game that have made the Rams a really tough matchup for anyone and unfortunately it has to be the Lions. I want good things for Detroit, and they deserve to go far in the playoffs. I just don’t see how a defense that is susceptible to the pass can slow down this Rams passing offense. The Lions will have Sam LaPorta but not at 100% which could hinder what the Lions do passing the ball. The 2 headed monster at running back in David Montgomery and Jahmyr Gibbs is what the Lions need to control this game. The biggest X factor is how aggressive will Dan Campbell be? Hopefully just enough to get the win, but this is Jared Goff’s chance for redemption. He was traded for Stafford but not only that the Rams GAVE a first round pick just to get rid of him. I want Detroit to win this game because I like feel good stories but the Rams seem to have put it together at the right time and I think will spoil the party in Detroit.

(5) Philadelphia Eagles at (4) Tampa Bay Buccaneers

Monday, 8 p.m. ET on ESPN, ABC, ESPN2 and ESPN+

The Eagles are dragging their asses into these playoffs. Rumors are swirling Nick Siriani might lose his job if the Eagles piss this one away. Crazy to think a team a year removed from a Super Bowl appearance would fire the coach but this is a crazy world we live in. The Eagles also get dealt another low blow by stud WR AJ Brown likely being out for this game due to a knee injury. The hits just keep coming. The Buccaneers on the other hand haven’t been spectacular but haven’t been average. 5-1 in their last 6 to close the season and Baker Mayfield might have found a home in Tampa Bay. Mayfield had 4,044 yards 28 TDs and 10 INTs on this season. Tom Brady last year for these Bucs had 4,694 yards 25 TDs and 9 INTs. The Bucs I think have a better chance to win this game because of the weapons at receiver. Mike Evans and Chris Godwin should give Philly all they can handle. The Eagles need to get D’Andre Swift going to take the pressure off of Jalen Hurts. For the Eagles to win they have to establish the run and control clock. I think the Eagles are desperate enough to win this game but it will be closer than people think.

Bye: (1) San Francisco 49ers

AFC

(5) Cleveland Browns at (4) Houston Texans

Saturday, 4:30 p.m. ET on NBC

To me this is the most intriguing matchup of the playoffs. The upstart Texans and CJ Stroud against the resilient Cleveland Browns. The Browns are the first team in NFL history to win at least 10 games in a season with four different quarterbacks earning at least one win, according to OptaStats. They’re also the first team to make the playoffs after starting four different quarterbacks, according to ESPN’s Adam Schefter. Joe Flacco is a timeless wonder, and survived a tenure with the New York Jets, EVEN MORE IMPRESSIVE. But Cleveland with a steady hand at QB and a stout defense get a rematch with a team they creamed in week 16 BUT CJ Stroud is playing this time. I thought CJ Stroud should’ve been the number one overall pick in the draft but Bryce Young gets to fall on the sword and waste away in Carolina while Stroud thrives. Stroud threw for over 4000 yards and had 25 TDs. Impressive for a team that had 2 wins last season. DeMeco Ryans has transformed this team into one who believes in itself and they are young and growing together. Even Buffalo Bills cast off Devin Singletary took over the starting RB spot and is the steady hand in the backfield. Tank Dell being hurt is a loss but the Texans have other playmakers that have carried them to this point. I like Houston to shock the world and Beat Cleveland at home to advance.

(6) Miami Dolphins at (3) Kansas City Chiefs

Saturday, 8:15 p.m. ET on Peacock

Now there is a joke in here somewhere involving Swifties and Peacock…I’m not the one to make it, but there has to be. Now for those of you wondering as you see above it says this game is on Peacock. Yes, Peacock is a streaming service by NBC Universal. Yes, this is streaming ONLY. Yes, the NFL is a money hungry organization that does what it wants and will continue to do so until the end of time. So, get ready to pay $5.99 for this game or just hope a friend or family member has it. ANYWAY, this game is more about 2 teams who are not where everyone thought they’d be. The Chiefs are just reaping what they sewed by not upgrading at WR. This group leads the league in drops. Taylor Swift has garnered a lot of attention and I think it has somehow manifested itself into affecting this team. The Chiefs just don’t have that same mojo this year. Travis Kelce is having his worst statistical year in what feels like forever. If KC survives this game they are likely going on the road to play what would be Patrick Mahomes first ever road playoff game. The Dolphins again fail to reach expectations this season. Did you know they scored 70 points on Denver this season? That was a different time. The Dolphins are “the greatest show on surf” but have been hobbled as of late. Tyreek Hill has been hurt, Jaylen Waddle has been hurt, and the speed the Dolphins were killing people with has been somewhat neutralized. Miami squandered a golden opportunity win the AFC East and to get the 2 seed in the playoffs, all they had to do was win 2 of their last 3. They got waxed by Baltimore at home, and Buffalo beat them for the division and the 2 seed. Ouch. My wife tells me Mike McDaniel is a player’s coach, I say he can’t close. The temperature is expected to be around minus-2 degrees with a wind chill approaching -30, according to the National Weather Service. If that projection remains to be then this will become the coldest game that the Dolphins have ever played in. The Dolphins have lost 10 straight games when the kickoff temperature is 40 degrees or below. With all the struggles this season I think the Chiefs will win this game by the slimmest of margins because of Isiah Pacheco.

(7) Pittsburgh Steelers at (2) Buffalo Bills

Monday, 4:30 p.m. ET on CBS (Postponed due to weather)

We all know my feelings on the Buffalo Bills, I love and hate them all at the same time. But what really grinds my gears is everyone acting like the weather is a real advantage for the Bills. It’s projected to be 40MPH winds, and somewhere between 1-3 feet of snow. I don’t know if you know this but Pittsburgh plays in cold weather too. As does Cleveland, Cincinnati, Philadelphia, New England, Jets, Giants, Baltimore, Washington, Green Bay, and other cold weather teams who play outside. Let’s stop pretending Buffalo weather is different. Cold is cold, snow is snow. The new stadium should be a dome, not have an overhang that causes wind confusion. Who know what else causes wind confusion? A DOME! ANYWAY, this game is moved to monday because of the weather but is a classic Bills trap game. The Steelers are currently a +10 point spread for this game (take the points). The Steelers and Mason Rudolph have found their stride on offense after a tumultuous season the Steelers made their way to the playoffs. They don’t turn the ball over and they don’t commit penalties. George Pickens is my player to watch because he’ll either have a huge day or not be heard from. The Steelers will be able to establish the run but if the Bills can keep a lid on the receivers the Bills will have a great chance to win this game. The Bills problem will be can they get points when points are there to get? The Miami game left potentially 21 points on the field with 2 Josh Allen INT’s and a James Cook fumble all in the redzone. Josh Allen catches a lot of shit for his turnovers, but the national narrative that he’s a liability for his turnovers in outlandish. In his first 6 seasons he has 102 total turnovers, 78 being interceptions. Did you know Peyton Manning and Jameis Winston have 111 total turnovers in their first 6 seasons? In their first 6 seasons Peyton Manning had 110 INT’s, Winston and Eli Manning had 88, Jay Cutler had 86, and Matt Stafford had 85 INT’s. Gun Slingers through INT’s, shit happens. But to lay it all on Josh Allen like he’s a turnover machine is asinine. Josh Allen is the solution to the problem of not having truly elite weapons around him outside of Stefon Diggs. The Bills will win this game if Diggs can get loose and get chunks of yards and you get James Cook in space. The defense needs to keep a lid on the speed of the Steeler receivers. I think the Bills get the win by a field goal.

Bye: (1) Baltimore Ravens

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Thick as Thieves: Part I

pairing: Peter Parker x thief!Reader: 18+

Word Count: 8.4k

summary: As an ex Agent of Shield, you now found yourself much like those you were trained to stop. You were a thief and all was well until Nick Fury put Peter Parker on your case.

Part I | Part II

a/n: I had this fic sitting in my google docs for awhile now and used this request as a prompt! I tried to write the reader as more of a villain, but I wasn’t as motivated by the plot I came up with. I hope you can still enjoy this version. Thank you for the request!

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Taking another look in the mirror, you adjusted the short black wig that sat on your head. You studied your appearance, determining if you would get away with this one. You were so used to your handful of appearances that sometimes you truly forget how to perceive yourself.

Picking up the classic red lipstick off the bathroom counter, you applied more, changing the shape of your cupid's bow, hoping to throw your appearance further. Looking back, you were no longer Y/N Y/L/N, but - you paused for a moment, thinking of the name you would use for today’s caper - Y/N Stafford. Yesterday you went by Montgomery, Baker when you picked yourself up dinner after you scammed an antique auction. You had countless alises, never knowing a name that stuck.

For, almost, the first two decades of your life you went by Agent 93. After Tony Stark had found you under the remains of an apartment building after an extraterrestrial attack. You lived out your childhood as a trained Shield spy, and soon soldier. You were Nick Fury’s right hand spy, no one ever expected a small child in twin braids to relay information directly to the head of Shield. You were small, quiet and a good listener, qualities that put you top of your class. Fury’s voice still echoed in your mind from when he sent you on your first mission, “Who would expect a doe-eyed kid like you,”

At such a young age, you were trained to forget your past, and now at age twenty two, you could barely remember your true identity.

What you could not perceive was classified under Shield’s case: Magpie.

Ex-Agent 93 was a petty thief, stealing anything that caught her eye, reselling it to a profitable market, usually none that she should be setting foot in. She was good at her new job, bailing Fury’s wing after finding out that Stark was the one responsible for the apartment’s collapse, and her parents death. She was no longer the timid, six year old Fury trained her as. She was no longer Agent 93, she was hardly Y/N anymore, only using that name to befriend those whom she stabbed in the back at cocktail parties.

Fury had given her a new name, Magpie, an open case that he had been keeping an eye on ever since she left. His soft spot for her allowed him to turn a blind eye, no pun intended, letting her run rogue around the streets of Manhattan.

Magpie: (n) - used in similes or comparisons to refer to a person who collects things, especially things of little use or value, or a person who chatters idly.

She was good at both.

“Sir-” a voice broke Fury’s thought as he sat at his desk, your case open on its surface, “your one o’clock is here,” placing a finger on the phone, he invited the visitor in.

“Mr. Fury-” the timid voice spoke, his worn tennis shoes contrasting against the office’s expensive floor, “Sir,”

“Code name: Magpie,” Fury spoke, meeting Peter Parker’s eyes, “ring a bell, trigger a Spider-sense,” he asked, watching the brunette shake his head. Tossing the case file towards Peter, he caught it, “You called Happy about her, once, at the gala a year back,”

“The black dress and those heels-” Peter breathed out, seeing headshots of you, cropped and blurry. Picking his head up, he watched as Fury raised his brows, “r-right, Magpie, yeah I think I remember her,” He could recall it as if it happened yesterday.

After he had rounded up a few minor crimes, Peter decided to swing by the Met.

The Met Gala was being held tonight and Peter wished he was able to attend, especially since he had to decline the invitation; or more so Spider-Man. He knew that the Gala was nothing but the public eye, knowing that if anything went wrong, the world would see, so he decided to sit this one out. But for some reason, tonight, he contemplated making an appearance.

Limos lined the way to Peter’s destination, almost like a guide as he grew closer to the large museum. Peter loved art, something about it captivated him, the idea romanticised in his young adult head.

And that is when he saw you.

Your black heels clicked against the Met’s concrete sidewalk, moments ago you had tossed a short, blonde wig in the bushes, allowing your y/h/c hair to flow behind you. Your exposed skin was kissed by the night air, making you shiver and swear under your breath. A few more blocks and you could ditch the flowing black dress in an alley. The dress’s thigh slit exposed your skin with every step, the fabric’s sparkle attracting light that shown from the many streetlights.

Opening your black clutch, your eyes caught the large purple gemstone of the Louis C. Tiffany necklace, from 1910, you had pocketed. The rustle of leaves made your hands clasp shut, hiding the Met’s stolen piece from sight. A flash of red and blue swung from the corner of your eye, making you swear in your head rather than out loud.

“Need help?” the hero spoke, breaking your train of thought, eyes set on your destination, “Forget where you parked?” Peter studied you as his feet landed on the concrete, you were beautiful in Manhattan’s, night light, dress sparkling,

“I’m not in the mood. Found out my date’s cheating on me and my ride’s tires were slashed, I thought you’d be patrolling,” You tease, hoping to get him off your trail, “you letting the bad guy’s get away with anything tonight,”

“Sorry, I was dealing with a robbery,” Peter was not sure where this was coming from but he was compelled to spend the night with you, “If your ride isn’t here I can walk you back to the gala- or go with you, I was about to swing by-”

“I think you’re in the wrong sort of suit,” You smiled, your nude lip was topped with a subtle silver shimmer, “why don’t you swing by a tailor, I don’t think they would let a Spider in,” your degrading words were working.

A blush crossed Peter’s skin under his mask, he fell apart next to you, “Could I at least bring you home-” he trailed behind you, the two of you making it a few blocks before he stopped in his tracks. The Met’s alarm sounded, making you jump, “Wait here, I should check that out- wait here, I’ll be back-” he waited to lock eyes with you, at least once, but you never looked at him.

“I think I’ll keep walking, I wouldn’t feel comfortable waiting here. I don’t want to get robbed or something,” you spoke as you held onto your clutch a little tighter.

“Right, you’re right,” Peter stumbled over his words, not wanting to leave you alone, but he knew he had to answer the alarm’s call.

“Maybe you’ll catch up with me,” You speak, blandly, “at some point,”

Peter had left you with a “goodnight” and a “be safe”. He had never caught up with you that night. He had only found out that a Tiffany necklace had been stolen from the Met’s collection.

Suspicions rose as he kept thinking about you, for days. Finally, he had called Happy. Peter was no longer a naive teenager, but Happy did not see you as a threat, but just a crush of a certain smitten Spider.

“So, I was right?” Peter asked Fury as he flipped through your files, only studying your face, trying to hold onto that memory.

Fury leaned forward in his chair, “That’s why I called you here, this is going to be your first assignment-” he could not tell if he was getting through Peter’s thoughts of you, “are you even listening?” Fury asked with a few snaps of his fingers. Meeting Peter’s eyes, he continued, “We have a lead, she’s hitting a museum about five hours from here. Suit’s in the jet,”

“I already have my suit, Sir,” Peter spoke, pulling down the collar of his graphic tee, making Fury laugh.

“This suit is less red and blue,” Fury spoke, “try black and white, suit and tie,”

***

Adjusting the stiff white collar that sat against his neck, Peter opened the front doors to the smaller building. The museum was certainly smaller than those in New York City, as he found himself about five hours away. The museum’s fundraiser had already begun and he was fashionably late.

“May I see your ticket,” He heard a woman ask, his eyes falling on her as she sat behind the desk in front of him. Removing the ticket from his suit, he handed it to her, “On behalf of Mr. Fury?” she questioned, watching Peter nod, “The food is served in the lower level, only finger food and one drink is allowed in the gallery. Please enjoy your night,” she informed.

Thanking her, Peter made his way up the spiral staircase as he listened to others murmur around him, his eyes looking out for you.

A black velvet dress sat against your skin as Peter found you in deep conversation with a few older men, each offering you a drink. A small laugh bubbled past your lips, but Peter knew you were just playing the part. Looking behind you, his eyes identified a Monet, or what he thought was Monet based off of his handful of trips to the MoMa. Taking a deep breath, he approached the framed painting.

Out of the corner of your eye you spotted him, a smile playing on your lips. He stood behind you, trying his best to look as if he was studying the piece. You wanted to mess with him, make him squirm. You decided it was better to do so now, maybe then he would leave you alone. You turned your head slightly, finding his eyes not on the painting but on your dress’s low cut back, “You like it,” You asked him, not making eye contact. You watched as his shoulders stiffened.

“W-What?” Peter stuttered, eyes falling back to the canvas. He could sense you turning towards him but he did not dare to meet your eyes.

“Monet,” You laughed, “He’s a go-to, the safest choice,” You explained, “Every child’s favorite artist,” your voice was low as the men in front of you still attempted to hold a conversation.

Peter did not dare look at you. Something about you got under his skin, making him weak, and he knew that, “Actually I’m a fan of Frankenthaler,” he spoke, pulling the first woman artist he knew out of his mind, “I don’t think she gets enough credit,”

A smile crossed your lips at his claim, “That feminist comment isn’t going to get you anywhere,” You told him, feeling a hand smoothing over the fabric of your dress. You stiffened as the other man in front of you placed his hand on your hip, attempting to pull your attention back to your previous conversation. Peter saw your demeanor change and he felt as if he needed to save you from the unwanted situation.

Peter had wished that he could interrupt and offer you a drink, but he did not want to leave you alone with these men. He did not know why he cared, you were on Shield’s list, you were not a villain but you were no hero. However, Peter could not bear to see any woman treated like that, even if you probably would not thank him for it later. He knew that he had to think of an excuse to talk to you. Peter was quick at thinking, but he was awkward as hell, especially when if came to talking to the opposite sex. So, regrettably, he approached you.

“Excuse me,” Peter cleared his throat, interrupting whatever the two men were rambling on about, “Miss-” he began to speak your real last name, making you interrupt him.

“Stafford,” You deadpanned, taking Peter aback, “Mr. Parker,” You decided to toy, “Is this about the Frankenthaler,” You questioned, the ploy seemed so natural falling from your red lips, “Don’t count on me lowering my bid for you. But if you would like to discuss a deal,”

“Please,” Peter spoke, watching the man’s hold almost tighten on you. Subconsciously, Peter’s hand closed into a tight fist by his side at the sight of you being touched by another man, “If you would be so kind,”

“I don’t know about kind, Parker,” You spoke, your red lips wrapping around the glass in your hand. Taking a sip, you lowered your glass. You watched as Peter’s eyes focused on the red your lips left behind on the surface, “I’m no charity worker,” Your claim made the men around you laugh, making you roll your eyes.

“It’s not too late to start,” Peter spoke deliberately, his eyes almost begging you to rethink what you were present for.

You wanted nothing to do with Peter or Shield, hell you wanted to be left alone. Fury had not bothered with you since you left headquarters and now he suddenly sent Peter Parker your way and you hated him for it. Hated him even more than you had before. Why? It was simple, yet equally complicated. Peter was not the type you normally fall for, not that you fall so easily at all. You did not need a man in your life, finding every man that once kept you company had let you down or attempted to control you. However, there was something about Peter. Maybe he was just an easy target, someone you could use for payback. You just could not help the smile that played on your lips every time you saw him squirm, “You win, Parker,” You lied, offering your hand to him. You watched as he stared at it for a moment, studying your expensive, stolen, jewelry.

Your smokey gaze made something stir in Peter. Your eyes were doe-like and made him wonder if you were as bad as Fury made you out to be. And if you were, Peter hoped that he could get through to you.

Taking your hand in his, Peter hoped you would not notice his sweaty palms. But you did and a sly comment passed through your blushed lips, “You act as if you’ve never held a girl’s hand before, Parker,”

“I-I have,” He stuttered, “Just, not recently,” Peter watched you smile as the two of you made it down the buildings spiral staircase, “Fury doesn’t want to hurt you,”

“I don’t think this is the best place to discuss work,” You spoke, “And I’m not really in the mood to reminisce tonight, Spider,”

“What?” Peter froze. You walked past him, hand still in his hold as you felt his palms begin to somehow sweat even more. How did you know? Did you know?

“You’re wearing the wrong suit tonight if you think you’re going to stop me,” You watched as Peter looked past you, eyes falling down a long, skinny hallway. The attached room echoed with live music, couples dancing to the humming tune, “I almost wore red for you,” You continued to get under his skin, “but I settled on the lipstick and nails,” You trailed your free hand down the fabric of his suit, long nails scratching against the dark threads.

Suddenly, Peter pulled you towards the room. His pace was quick and drawing eyes from a few guests in the museum’s main room. You followed him, however, his hold on your hand left you no other choice.

Entering the room, your vision was filled with twirling gowns as your ears filled with the sound of soothing strings. Before you could utter a word, Peter’s hand fell on the small of your back, leading you on the dance floor. Blending into the crowd, your black fabric twirled, “What did you call me?” Peter questioned, finally speaking to you.

A smile crossed your lips as Peter pulled you even closer, “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” You lied, “You seem on edge. Spider under your skin?”

“Just you,” Peter spoke over you, “Besides, I don’t know what you’re talking about,” He felt your red nails scratch at the nape of his neck, making him shudder.

“I think you do, Spider,” You smiled, your face inches from his own, “and I knew that you’d be here tonight. So relax, I’m not going to steal anything,” You spoke, “You ruin the fun- or, Fury did sending you here,”

“He’s looking out for you,” Peter spoke, “We both are. You can come back to Shield-“

“Why the hell would I ever-“ You snapped under your breath. Peter twirled you, reminding you of your surroundings. The live band began to play Strangers in the Night as you returned to Peter’s grasp, “He knew the truth the whole time and he lied to me. He knew Stark was responsible for the building collapsing, for my parents dying,” You watched as Peter’s eyes grew soft, his brown gaze staring back at you like a sad puppy, “He trained me to fight and steal from people just like me. Have you noticed how everyone that you go up against has a problem with Stark?”

“Mr. Stark makes mistakes,” Peter spoke in between your rambling.

“Like throwing you into a full on civil war at fifteen?” You questioned with a laugh. You felt as Peter’s hands pressed into your skin, pulling you closer.

“I’m trying to help,” Peter spoke, “and if anything, I’m someone who can understand. Having responsibilities that no one else ever thinks about, especially at such a young age, Y/N I get it,”

You began to shake your head, “No,” You laughed, hatred pained your chest as Peter’s gazing almost felt loving, but you knew he was looking at you out of pity, “No you don’t,”

“I’m just like you,” He spoke, feeling your nails dig into the fabric of his expensive suit, “I get it-“

“You are nothing like me,” You spoke, “No- because I left- I realized what Fury was doing, what he was doing to me,” You felt your eyes sting, holding back tears. You would never forgive yourself if you allowed yourself to cry, “it’s fucked- I was a literal child! You might understand but you stayed and I hate you for that,” You watched as Peter studied you.

“You don’t mean that,” Peter spoke, “I know you don’t,”

“I do,” You laughed, “God I hate you. I hate you and your white knight complex. I don’t need your help- You don’t know anything about me,” You rambled, your thoughts tangling in your head, “Fury needs to get over it. I’m better off alone, I’m making something of myself and he hates it,” You laughed, “He was holding me back, I bet he’s holding you back too, Spider,”

“You need to get over it,” Peter spoke, emphasizing his words, “You’re so stuck on how Fury treated you as a child, you’re still acting like one,”

“Fuck you,” You shot back, your nose wrinkling as your brow furrowed, “You’re the child- doing what you’re told,”

“You’re the one doing this all out of spite, like a rebellious teenager,” Peter laughed at you, “especially in that black dress,” He took in the sight of you before him. Eyes trailing down the black fabric, studying your curves.

“Yeah? I-I bet you want to take it right off of me,” You stated, attempting to get under his skin. You were losing. You needed to gain the upper hand back, but you were crumbling, “Don’t you? You’re not denying it,”

You watched as Peter stiffened. Of course he wanted to, he had not stopped thinking about you since the gala and now you were in his hold, “Thought you hated me?” Peter finally spoke, his voice a little shaken. Hearing this, he cleared his throat.

“Never said I’d enjoy it,” You spoke, a smile crossing your red lips as Peter pulled you in. However, before his lips would utter a reply, the song came to an end, “My offer still stands, Spider,” You spoke, the humming strings no longer masking your voice. Watching Peter raise his hand to silence you, you took a step back, “My lipstick,” You spoke, not wanting his sweating palm to ruin your makeup, “Besides, you can shut me up later,” You felt his hand fall off of your back, “Thought so,” You laughed, thinking that you had won. However, you felt Peter’s hand wrap around your wrist.

What was he doing? Well, Peter was about to drag you off and have his way with you out of spite, all because you said he would not. Pulling you behind him, he lead you down the thin hallway and into the museum’s main room.

“What are you doing?” You questioned Peter as the eyes of those around you burned into you, “You’re making a scene,” Snapping your wrist from his sweaty palms, you slipped your hand into his, fingers falling between his almost perfectly. Thinking about it made you sick, “You going to tell me what’s going on? Or do you plan to continue leading me around like a lost little puppy?” Your comment made Peter shoot you a glance.

“I’m finding a place so I can shut you up,” Peter spoke. You were getting under his skin with each passing breath from your red lips. For the first time that night, Peter made you speechless. Pulling you along, he almost forgot that he was holding your hand. He was reminded as your hold on him loosened, making him tighten his hold as the two of you made your way down a set of large concrete stairs to the lower level gallery. Turning his head, Peter spotted the bathrooms that were hidden underneath the stairs, “Stay here,” Peter instructed, eyes challenging your smokey gaze.

Why were you listening? You could easily slip into the gallery and pocket one or two small items, but instead you were waiting for Peter to clear the men’s bathroom so he could probably bend you over one of the toilets. Your thoughts were interrupted as Peter returned through the thin door, looking equally surprised that you had listened.

“It’s empty,” Peter spoke, “Hurry up,” He pointed into the bathroom, holding open the door. He watched as you silently complied, squeezing past him and entering the low lit bathroom. Placing a cleaning sign in front of the men’s room, Peter closed the door, shooting the lock and handle with his webs, “I’m surprised you listened,” Peter almost chuckled, turning the bend in the bathroom’s entrance. His eyes studied you as soon as you came into view, his gaze took in your dress’s exposed back.

“I didn’t want to make a scene,” You spoke, pulling out your lipstick. You studied your lips in the large mirror. Opening bullet, you applied the color to your lips, “If you got me kicked out, this night would be pointless,”

“Right,” Peter laughed as he met your eyes through the mirror’s reflection, “Well, you’re stuck in here now. So why don’t you tell me exactly why you’ve a petty thief,”

“Because Fury made me one,” You spoke, returning the lipstick to your purse, “Trained me to use my looks as a weapon and I never dropped the act. I could go on all day, Spider,” You turned, a smile plastered on your pretty, red lips, “But I thought you dragged me in here to shut me up,” Reaching out, your red nails dragged along Peter’s thin, black tie.

You were making Peter see red, metaphorically and quite literally as his eyes studied your nails and then your soft lips. Reaching down, Peter began to unbuckle his belt, “Fine,” He spoke, “then open,”

“I’m,” You spoke, taken aback by Peter’s sudden dominance, “I’m not kneeling in a public bathroom- this dress is worth more than you,” You almost stuttered. Suddenly, Peter reached out, hand grabbing the skirt of your dress. Peter hiked up the expensive fabric, the slit of the skirt exposing your bare legs, “I’m not kneeling in a public bathroom,” You repeated, eyes looking up at Peter.

Peter’s free hand fell to the button of his dress pants, unbuttoning them, “Right,” Peter spoke, pulling down his zipper, “Then I guess we’ll have to skip the foreplay,”

“Excuse me?” You chuckled, eyes studying Peter’s hand as his fingertips fell underneath the band of his boxers. You watched as he pulled on the elastic, seeking relief from the tight fabric against his erection, “You-You’re serious?” You met his serious gaze as you were trying to process the fact that Peter Parker was making you falter. You needed to act fast before you found yourself under his control.

All your life you were under someone else’s control. As soon as you left Shield, you made a mental note to always have the upper hand. You were not the dominant type, but you were never going to allow any man to control you.

“What? You a dom or just a control freak?” Peter spoke, as if he could see right through you.

“You don’t think I’m a dom?” You questioned, your words separated by dead air. Stepping towards him, you brought your red manicure to the skin that peeked out above the band of his boxers. Your fingers trailed up his skin, disappearing under the thick material of his white, dress shirt.

“I-I’m not falling for the act,” Peter spoke, your touch sending a shiver up his spine, “You’re probably a pillow princess,”

“Fuck off,” You shot back.

Peter was right.

A smile crossed his lips as his hand fell to your wrist, revealing your hand that was hidden beneath the fabric. Peter wanted nothing more than to kiss you. Maybe if he did you would stop talking. Pulling you closer, he attempted to close the space between the two of you, “You’re going to ruin my makeup,” You snapped.

You did not want Peter to kiss you, worried that would be the breaking point. If he kissed you, nothing would stop you from falling for him. Peter’s hold on your wrist tightened as he brought his free hand towards you.

Before you could move, Peter’s fingers fell against the corner of your lips, traveling across them and smearing your lipstick, “What the fuc-“ You snapped, however your words were cut off by Peter’s rough kiss. You wanted to pull away, you were fighting off every primal thought you had about Peter, but you were not winning. Instead, your hand was released from his hold. It traveled to his neck, your fingers snaking their way to the back of his head. Pulling on his hair, you separated him from you, “I hate you,”

“I bet you do,” Peter replied, eyes flashing between your gaze and your smeared lipstick. The ruined makeup turned him on more than he would want to admit. He only hoped that once this was all over, he could focus on his mission. That would work. Right? After he fucked you, he would no longer spend countless nights thinking about the girl from the gala, “Guess we should make this quick then?”

“If you would be so kind,” You spoke sarcastically as Peter spun you around. Your ankles buckled as your thin heels could not handle the motion, “Hey-“ Your words could no longer pass through your parted lips, feeling the air leave your lungs. Your hands fell against the sink in front of you, catching yourself as Peter’s hand pressed against your exposed back, bending you over, “I would have taken you as a missionary kind of guy,” You teased, meeting his eyes in the mirror.

“You’re not wrong,” Peter spoke, “but I can still look at you this way,” Pushing your hair to the side, Peter gave himself a better view of the skin that showed from the deep v of your exposed back, “I have a feeling you’ll be looking at yourself the whole time though,” He spoke, watching you stare at yourself in the mirror.

“You flatter me,” You spoke, meeting his hungry gaze. Little did Peter know, you could not bring yourself to look at him. If you did, you would never forgive yourself.

Your facade was crumbling fast as Peter’s hands began to trace your curves, working his way down to gather the fabric of your dress. With each touch, you began to forget just exactly why you were at the museum in the first place.

You flirted with countless men in order to get what you want. So what made this any different? You were only trying to win Peter over. You would never quit this job or the life you built for yourself. Right? Even if you could return to Shield, no one would be there to welcome you with open arms.

Only Peter. But, was that so bad?

Yes.

“Fuck,” You swore to yourself. If Peter was not here, you would have literally slapped some sense into yourself. But, who knows, maybe you would get Peter to do that for you.

Peter revealed your skin, inch by inch, the black fabric gathering in his hold. He pushed the fabric over the curve of your ass, revealing a pair of lace, red underwear. Peter watched as your head turned, studying him over your shoulder. He wondered if you could see the blush that crept onto his skin in the bathroom’s low light, “I think you made your point,” Peter spoke.

“I told you,” You spoke, “I wore red for you,” A smile crossed your, somewhat, red lips, “Do you like them?”

“What kind of question is that?” Peter spoke, his voice somewhat irritated. No matter what, you still found a way to get under his skin.

“A genuine one,” Your gaze was less threatening now. You almost looked as if you were pleading with him. You were in a way and it sickened you.

“Right,” Peter chuckled, “You almost got me there,” He smoothed his palm against the skin of your ass, following its curve.

“Yeah?” You questioned feeling your heart drop to your stomach as you wondered just how Peter felt about you, “What can I say? I’m good at my job,”

“For a moment there, I thought I got through to you,” Peter spoke as his free hand slipped into his boxers, “Guess I’ll have to try harder,” Peter began to stroke himself as his eyes studied the bright red fabric that hid you from him.

You watched Peter. Head almost thrown back, eyes taking in the sight before him, “Be careful,” You spoke quietly, your eyes watching the movement of his arm as he continued to stroke himself, “Wouldn’t want you to fall for me,”

“Shut up,” Peter spoke, his voice hoarse. Reaching out, he hooked his index finger underneath the red fabric, pushing it aside. He studied your reflection in the mirror. You looked as if you were holding your breath, gaze fixated on anything that was not him.

You felt vulnerable and you hated it. You somehow lost the upper hand and were now bent over the museum’s old sink. Processing your situation, you were too occupied to throw more snarky remarks Peter’s way.

“I can stop,” Peter spoke, his voice breaking through your thoughts.

“No,” You replied, without a thought. Realizing your claim, your gaze shot to the mirror, meeting his smiling eyes, “I didn’t mean it that way,”

“What way?” Peter questioned, “You mean the desperate way?”

Your eyes narrowed, sending him an annoyed look, “Fuck off,” You attempted to escape, pushing yourself off of the sink.

Peter’s left hand left his shaft, palm landing flat on your back, “You can admit it. You know?” He applied pressure to your back, bending you back over.

“That I want to get fucked? Yeah- and it could be anyone,” You felt air begin to leave your lungs at the sudden movement, “Not just you,”

“Right,” Peter spoke, “Lucky me,” He studied the red fabric that was still around his fingers. Twisting the fabric around his four fingers, his thumb wrapped around them. Without a second thought, Peter tore the fabric off of you.

“What the fuck?” You questioned, attempting to look at him over your shoulder, “You- I-,” You stuttered. You thought Peter would be an easy target. Almost everything about him seemed too easy. So why was he making you stumble over your own words? Your heart was racing as the thought of him ripping your underwear replayed over and over in your head as you attempted to collect yourself. There was an attempt, but not a successful one, “I know you’re Spider-Man-“ Was all you could threaten.

“Is that a threat?” Peter almost laughed, his hand returning to the curve of your ass. His fingertips traced against your soft skin making him hum. Pulling back, he returned his palm, slapping against your skin. Peter watched as your head shot up, glancing at his reflection, “What?” Peter somewhat taunted, the question sounding almost innocent.

“I know people,” You threatened, “You don’t even know- the people I could tell- they could ruin your life. I could ruin you,” You somehow managed to look pleased with yourself even though Peter was turning you into a stuttering mess.

“I’ll have to be quick then,” Peter spoke, he took hold of his shaft, lining himself up to you. You were tight, not even allowing his tip to enter you, “Have to ruin you first,” Stuffing your torn underwear into his pocket, he placed his free hand on your ass, “Gotta let me in,” Peter ran calming circles onto your skin with his flat palm, however he felt you stiffen, “I’m not going to spank you- unless that’s what you want,” He watched you shoot him a glance over your shoulder, “Relax. Need you to let me in,”

Letting him in was the last thing you needed to do. You could not let your guard down, even if that did mean getting fucked by him. But, god did you want to let him in. You were tired and lonely, and not even all the money in the world would fix that. Would it be so bad to let him in, only for tonight?

“Good,” You heard Peter sigh as he began to enter you, “Good girl,” His praise struck you, making your eyes screw shut. You felt as if you were holding on for dear life, trying not to fall for Peter’s words. You were close to falling as Peter bottomed out, eyes studying himself as he disappeared into you, “Fuck,”

“Don’t-Don’t forget what I said,” You stuttered, “about falling for me,” You tried once more to have the upper hand.

“I think you’re the one about to fall,” Peter spoke, rolling his hips, hearing you moan, “and I’m right here to catch you,”

“Fuck off,” You struggled to speak as Peter’s thrusted into you. You did not dare meet his eyes, your gaze focused on your whitening knuckles, “That line was the stupidest shit I’ve ever heard,” You were not looking for salvation, but somehow Peter found you.

“I’m just trying to help,” Peter’s hands ran circles on your ass as his thrusts slowed, “But, whatever I say just won’t get through to you, will it?”

“Guess I’m a lost cause,” Your claim ended in a moan as Peter’s hand slapped your skin.

“Not as long as I’m around,” Peter spoke, “and fucking you,” His second claim passed through his lips without a second thought as he began to lose himself. Maybe it was his white knight complex, or the fact that his occupation was saving those who needed it. All he knew was that he could not stop thinking about you.

Peter spent countless nights thinking about you returning to Shield and having you work alongside him. You could be an Avenger and spend nights with him in the compound. You could watch movies and order takeout. Not to mention, he could fuck you like this whenever he wanted; like to whatever movie the two of you had picked.

“If I ever see Fury a-again,” You attempted to speak, “I’ll- fuck- fucking kill him for ever telling you about me,”

Peter laughed behind you, hands snaking up your lower back, his thumbs putting pressure on either side of your spine, the fabric of your dress riding up your body. He shook his head, “I knew about you way before Fury put me on your case,”

“The G-G-Gala- fuck-“ You stuttered, attempting to hold back your moans. You caught yourself as your body jutted forward as Peter’s thrusts grew harder, “That necklace set me up for a long time-“ You mocked Peter, attempting to get under his skin, “And you just let me get away-“ Your degrading claim barely left your lips as you felt Peter’s hands tangle in your hair, pulling on your y/h/c locks. He pulled your head back, forcing you to meet his gaze in the mirror, “My hair took me an hour-“ You watched as Peter’s hand left your head, covering your mouth.

“You love to hear yourself talk, don’t you?” Peter questioned, bending forward. He pulled your back against his chest, placing his lips near your left ear. He heard you whimper from behind his sweaty palm, “The black market is no place for a pretty girl,” Peter studied you in the mirror. He had never seen anyone more beautiful and he wondered just exactly how he had you in his arms, “Don’t wanna see you get hurt,” He worried, hoping that you were smart enough to not get yourself killed. His hand left your lips, sliding down your chin until it fell around the front of your throat.

“Why do you think I never go by the same name twice,” You barely spoke, Peter’s hold on your throat tightening. Maybe you did talk too much. Your lips remained parted, however nothing could pass through them besides your muffled moans.

Peter felt as his heavy head dipped forward, his forehead resting on the back of your head, “Shit,” His pace quickened as his free hand dipped under your dress’s fabric through its exposed back. Peter’s hand snaked its way to your right breast, “Such a pretty girl,” He spoke through his teeth, attempting to hold back a raspy groan. His hold on you tightened as he felt himself grow closer and closer.

“P-Peter,” He heard you gasp, your dominant hand grabbing his wrist. Your vision began to fade slightly as you cursed, orgasm in reach. You gave his hand a quick slap, informing him of his strong grasp.

Releasing your throat, he wrapped his arm around you, bringing you even closer than before. You felt his heart racing against your back as he hugged your body. His hold made your heart flutter as you chased your high, “Feel so good, Y/N,” He almost whispered.

“Fuck,” You swore as you reached your climax. Peter hummed, a small laugh passing through his lips as you came.

“You cumming? You cumming on my dick?” Peter questioned. He watched you nod, your eyes screwed shut, “Look at me-“

“N-No,” You stuttered, fighting the primal urge to meet his soft brown eyes that somehow were equally lustful.

“Y/N,” Peter spoke, your name somehow sounding like a punishment. Pulling you up, he held your back against his chest. You stood in front of him now, your heels making you almost as tall as him. His lips lined up perfectly with your ear, “Look at me,” He repeated, this time there was more dominance in his tone. Peter thrusted into you, painfully slow, the angle no longer allowing his quick thrusts.

Giving in, you opened your eyes. Slowly, you met Peter’s imploring gaze that reflected in the dim lit mirror. You could only see half of his face, the other side hidden behind your head. His lips that rested against your ear slowly curled into a small smile.

“Good job,” Peter somewhat praised, his tone a bit degrading. Without a second thought, Peter placed a kiss on your cheek. He watched as your eyes widened for a moment, before narrowing.

“F-Fuck off,” You shot back, watching a smile form on the lips that just kissed your skin, “shit,” You cursed under your breath, realizing you missed his lips.

“Fine,” Peter spoke. He took hold of your hair once again, his other hand sitting flat on your back. Peter bent you back over, pace quickening without giving you time to adjust. Peter wanted nothing more than to take his time with you but you were just being difficult. He did not want to admit it but you easily got under his skin, you made his mind foggy. So it was to no surprise that he continued to forget about his strength as he pushed you further into the skin.

“Fuck you,” You attempted to speak, putting all your strength into holding yourself up. Your arms began to grow sore as you attempted to stop Peter from pushing you into the porcelain sink, “Peter-“ His hand left your hair, wrapping around your throat, pulling you up. You extended your arms, a sigh of relief passed through your smudged, red lips, “J-Just hurry up and cum,”

“Yeah yeah,” Peter spoke, a wavering sigh passing through his lips, “You just… feel so good,” He was lost in you completely. His claim sent a chill up your spine as he felt you almost tremble in his hold, “So good, baby,” Peter chased his high, part of him never wanted to reach it, afraid for this moment to end, “I’m gonna cum,” He almost moaned, head thrown back slightly. Without warning he pulled out of you, turning you in his hold.

You faced him now, his pupils were blown as you fell under his lustful gaze. His eyes took you all in, scanning every inch of you, as if he was memorizing you. Peter’s brow began to furrow as he pleasured himself in front of you. You were silent, almost in shock at the sight before you. Peter’s eyes fell to your lips.

“Fuck-“ Peter swore, bringing his lips to the skin of your neck. He bit your skin, making you jump slightly. His lips traveled up your neck, soon peppering your face in kisses as his hand began to work himself even faster. He reach his climax quickly as he studied you, your red lips smeared across your cheek, “Gonna cum,”

“You going to cum for me?” You questioned, watching him nod, “Want to hear you say it, Spider,” You began to gain back the upper hand.

“Gonna cum for you,” Peter stuttered, “Shit-” He swore, stepping away from you. Even he knew better than to cum on your expensive, black fabric. His arm extended, catching himself on the sink.

You studied him, bent forward, chest rising and falling behind his dress shirt. His thin black tie hung in the heavy air. Your eyes followed its shape, trailing up the fabric until you met his eyes, “Are you satisfied?”

“Are you?” Peter replied, watching you laugh for a moment.

“What kind of question is that?” You almost snorted, watching his back straighten. His appealing hands began to collect himself.

“Did you cum?” Peter questioned, stuffing his shirt into his pants before buckling his belt. You were silent, making him look up at you.

“What?” You questioned, brow furrowed, “I mean- yeah, yeah I did. But what does that have to do-”

“Because if not I could like eat you out or something,” Peter spoke, “Or touch you, if you prefer-”

You were almost too stunned to speak, Peter once again somehow gaining the upper hand on you, “No- no,” You somewhat stuttered, watching him tilt his head in confusion like a damn dog, “What the fuck? We’re not- you don’t-” Your thoughts ran faster than your lips as you attempted to dissect Peter’s way of thinking. You were not a couple. He did not owe you that. He was supposed to fuck you in the bathroom and just leave you for dead like any other man, “This isn’t how this works,” Your hands motioned between the two of you, “You’re not supposed to ask me that,”

“I want you to be satis-” Peter began, only to be cut off by your laughter.

“No- No you’re not supposed to care,” You turned towards the mirror, “You’re fucked,” You studied your reflection. You were fucked too. Red covered your cheeks in more ways than one.

“But I do,” Peter spoke, “I care- I told you this. I want to help,” He reached out, placing a hand on your shoulder. You attempted to shove him away, only for his hold on you to tighten, “What if I was a bad guy? What if I wanted to hurt you? I could- I don’t want to hear that something bad happened to you because of the shit you’re always trying to pull,”

You head snapped towards him, tears and a look of hatred filled your eyes, “Guess you’ll just always have to be around, huh? The amazing Spider-Man,” You spoke sarcastically.

“What is your problem?” Peter exclaimed.

“You are,” You snapped, rubbing your fingers against your skin, attempting to wipe away the lipstick.

“Quit acting like you’re some lost cause,” Peter spoke, “because honestly, it’s getting annoying,”

“Poor Peter Parker,” You mocked, “Sorry that I don’t want to be your little girlfriend,” You watched his hands close into tight fists, attempting to not lose his cool. Although, it was a little too late for that.

“You know what?” Peter took a deep breath, exhaling through his nose, “I’m done,” Taking one last look in the mirror, he deemed himself presentable before he headed towards the door.

Turning your head, you felt as if your heart sank, “What?” You laughed, attempting to cope with your newfound feelings. You watched as Peter walked down the narrow hallway, “Just like that?” You still attempted to mock him, however your voice was wavering, “I could- I could take whatever I want when you leave. You know that? What will Fury think?”

“I’m done trying. Because no matter what I say, you’ll just act like I’m not getting through to you,” Peter spoke. You were trailing behind him like his shadow, “And even if you say you’re going to steal something, I know you won’t,” That is when Peter felt you reach out, grabbing his arm. Breaking away from your weak hold, Peter took the advantage, pinning you against the tiled wall. His eyes studied you, for once you looked shocked. It was as if you finally realized of the real dangers you could possibly find yourself in, “Escape,”

“W-What?” You stuttered, clearing your throat.

Peter put more pressure on you, watching your eyebrows furrow, “Defend yourself. Break away, and I won’t worry about you- bother you anymore,” He corrected. Peter felt you struggle in his hold, “Come on Y/N,” He almost degraded, “Do you know what I could do? Right now? What someone else could do to you if they caught you like this?” Peter watched as you continued to struggle. With that claim, he met your eyes. They were glassy, holding in tears that you would not let fall.

As much as you hated to admit it, Peter was right.

His eyes bounced between your own as he studied your pitiful expression. Peter did not know why his feelings for you were so strong, they just were. His hold tightened on you once more as he brought his lips to yours in an aggressive kiss. Your exposed back pressed against the cold wall, making you physically whimper. Backing off, Peter turned away from you and took hold of the webbing that barricaded the bathroom door. Ripping it off the surface, he pushed open the door, leaving you behind.

***

Peter stared out of his apartment’s window, stirring a cup of coffee that sat in his grasp. Fury had not had to assign him to your case ever since the museum and Peter had not seen you since. Now, he found himself stuck by the window, hoping to catch a glimpse of you walking through Manhattan.

The sound of the toaster drew Peter away from the window with a groan. He had dreamt of you more than he would like to admit. Peter craved you ever since he got his first taste and now he felt as if he would do anything for another taste. But for now, he would settle for toast.

Placing his empty dishes in his sink, Peter grabbed his keys. Next in his daily routine was to check his mail.

Heading down the stairs to the first floor, Peter placed his key in the lock, opening the small box. He almost closed it out of habit, nothing ever came in the mail for him. However, as soon as he began to shut the metal, his eyes fell on a postcard that sat inside. Reaching in, he quickly removed it. A smile crossed his lips as he studied the art piece that was printed, a Frankenthaler. A frustrated laugh passed through his lips as he turned the card, eyes hoping to find an address. ‘Miss me?’ was written where the postcard’s return address resided.

Peter almost groaned as you began to crawl under his skin so easily. Besides those two words, the card was blank. He wondered how you managed to slip the postcard into his mailbox.

Pulling out his cell, he called Happy, “Hey, hey Happy,” Peter spoke, “Yeah, I’m good it’s just, Y/N left a postcard in my mailbox. I mean she didn’t sign her name but-” Turning the card over in his hand, he studied the Frankenthaler painting, “Look I just, I know it’s her. It’s a Frankenthaler- Frankenthaler’s an artist- because we talked about Frankenthaler at the museum,” Peter sighed, listening to Happy, “Look she didn’t address the postcard so she must have gotten into the building and the mailroom somehow- just, I want to know if Fury heard anything,” Throwing his head back, he held back a groan. Heading back to the room, he interrupted Happy’s rambling, “Yeah, Happy, right. Just let Fury know that she left me a postcard, okay?”

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