#has me shouting ‘women’ every five seconds

[suspensionbridges]

There’s an alternate universe where the Birds of Prey movie made tons of money and related movies for Black Canary, Huntress, Renee, etc. have been released.

I want to go to there.

[tvseries-writings]

From a great power comes great responsibilities

Wandanat x Bioquake x Bobbi x reader

Plot: Reader goes beyond her limits with her powers to help others (exhausts her powers)

TW: death for a moment(?)

It all happens so fast that you don't realize it until the building starts collapsing over your heads. You see a chunk of concrete the size of a car fall on top of you, and before your brain can connect, your body acts on instinct, carrying you, Daisy, and Bobbi out of the building. You concentrate on teleporting all three of you, intact, inside the quinjet where Jemma, Natasha and Wanda are running the operation, or at least, were before everything went to hell.

You land on the floor of the plane with a thud, falling forward and coughing hard to expel the dust that has filled your lungs. You glance at your girls making sure they are okay and then, you cross your arms to teleport again but Natasha's hand on your left arm stops you.

"Don’t even think about it, everything is collapsing, you can't teleport in there. It is suicide and you are not going to save anyone if you are dead, do you understand me?"

You swallow, watching the building collapse, and so, with a small smile on your lips, you lean toward Natasha and kiss her. It lasts a few seconds and she is distracted enough to let go of her grip on you.

"I'm sorry but I have to do this," you whisper and then, you close your eyes and feel the earth vanish from under your feet. You focus on the 'one safe place inside the building that you know with absolute certainty will not collapse. The beauty of a secret Hydra base was the bunkers, after all. Those crazy fucking Nazis had thought that sacrificing at least a hundred of their own people was a fair price to pay to take out three S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, and they had blown up the load-bearing walls of the building with a simple and very trivial click. Nazis, they never change.

When you open your eyes again and realize you are not dead or under some boulder, you gloat internally and mentally thank Natasha for forcing you to learn the floor plan of that base. You remember perfectly her stern look when she had presented you with the mission and forced you to learn every single detail by heart. At that moment you had hated it but now...now you really wanted to kiss her.

You raise your hands in the air when you notice a score of soldiers pointing their guns at you, hiding behind them their "incentives," as Hydra liked to call them. Wives, husbands, children, mothers and fathers hid behind those men and women in black with a crest that did not belong to them.

"It's okay, I just want to get you out of here. I can teleport you all but in multiple groups."

You curse yourself internally, you know you'll never be able to take this much effort, the last time you tried to teleport five people together you fainted and were unconscious for six hours you can't even imagine what would happen with forty, including soldiers and families.

You take a deep breath and think quickly about how you can take everyone out of there. The floor under your feet trembles and just as the children begin to cry, the earpiece in your ear comes alive.

"Y/n, damn it, Daisy can't hold it much longer...you have to get out of there, do you hear me? The structure won't hold much longer" Bobbi yells in your ear and you nod, well aware that she cannot see you, before giving her a verbal response.

"I'm trying honey, thanks for the advice though."

You mumble sarcastically, no longer listening to what your girlfriends are shouting at you over the comms and focusing instead on getting the people in front of you to safety. The soldiers lower their weapons and pull off the bands on your arm, throwing them to the ground.

"Are there others in the base?"

"They're all dead, ma'am" the lieutenant, or who you think is the lieutenant, answers you by looking around as if to confirm what she just said. Your stomach clenches at the thought of all those people who died for a cause they didn't even believe in but you quickly shake off that feeling, you don't have time for it. You quickly count them, noting that there are twenty-five of them before thinking about how to get them all out of there safely.

"So… I can take all the children outside."

You point to the little ones; some of them are crying while others are looking at you with wide, fearful eyes but charged with the same admiration and hope with which a child looks at his favorite superhero. There are nine children but you can make it, they are worth four times one adult, right? You can even take four adults with you, then; you have to do it, you won't have the strength to make three more trips, you are sure.

You gather them around you and have each of them touch arms or legs, depending on where their little hands reach, and do the same with the four women, two old and two young, who accompany them. As they say, women and children first.

"Y/n, we have set up a camp out here, four hundred meters from the base in a southwesterly direction."

-What the hell is the South?" you think, before shrugging your shoulders and closing your eyes. The feeling of the floor vanishing beneath your feet is not something you will ever get used to, if you have to be honest. You hear the children scream, whether from excitement or fear you can't tell, and then, in less than a second, you find yourself at that poorly set up base camp Jemma told you about a few seconds ago. A little dizziness forces you to lean on the ground, on the hot sand beneath you, and small drops of blood color the grains beneath your fingers. You raise your hand, reaching up your nose and finding the source of the bleeding. Children are being rounded up by an officer but you fail to recognize him as your girlfriends run toward you. Jemma has a first aid kit in her hand, but before she can set about playing cheerful surgeon with you, you scan to the side, staggering on your own feet.

"I'm fine, I've got to get back in there."

"You can't stand y/n, you can't-"

You frown, noticing only in that moment that Daisy is not there with all of you.

"Where's Dee?"

"She fainted, tried to absorb as many shocks as possible. She's collapsed y/n and that's also what's going to happen to you if you continue, you're already in a very bad way."

Jemma lifts your head, causing your gazes to cross and looking critically at your pupils and the nosebleed that doesn't seem to have any intention of stopping coming out. You back away a few steps, looking into their eyes.

"Go to Daisy, I'll take care of this," you say and then disappear again.

You repeat the same process as before, surrounding yourself with six soldiers and watching the remaining six.

"I will come back for you, I promise."

And as you disappear into thin air, another tremor shakes the ground.

The landing is more abrupt this time. Your heart beats so weakly that you feel as if oxygen is not getting to your brain. Contrary to what you expected, Natasha grabs you by the arms before your face can splat on the scorching sand. You struggle to stay awake and if so out that you don't even notice Daisy, pale, sweaty, and trembling, over the shoulders of the former Russian spy. You blink a few times to focus on the image in front of you and finally the sounds reach your ears again.

"Y/N!"

Natasha shakes you by the shoulders and you awaken from your stupor. The worried gazes of Wanda, Jemma, Daisy, Natasha and Bobbi are fixed on you as Natasha gently lays you on the ground and Jemma places a bottle of water on your lips, helping you drink it. As soon as you remember where you are, you try to sit up but Daisy stops you, simply putting a hand on your chest to keep you down.

"I'm-I'm fine, mm-missing six people-D-I have to an-go."

You stammer, the effort you've put in doesn't even make you able to utter a coherent and clea sentence. Another jolt shakes the floor beneath your feet and Daisy groans in pain, bringing her hands to her head and squeezing her eyes shut. That small advantage allows you to roll over and with an absurd effort you manage to get to your feet and disappear back under their gazes.

When you get to the bunker, the first thing you do is fall to your knees and throw up. You completely empty your stomach under the disgusted gaze of the six soldiers in front of you. You wipe your mouth with your suit, wrinkling your nose at the disgusting taste of vomit in your mouth and leaning against the wall to pull yourself up without passing out. You must hold on a little longer, just a little, and then you can collapse to the ground.

The six soldiers surround you-diligently avoiding the pool of vomit on the ground and the blood that keeps coming out of your nose-and in a moment you are out.

As soon as you hit the sand, you sprawl to the ground. Your cheek scrapes against the sand and this time Natasha is not quick enough to catch you. Jemma drops to her knees next to you, turns you so that your face is facing her but your eyes are closed. She checks your chest and when she notices that the latter does not rise or fall, she checks your pulse before a gasp of terror and fear escapes her lips.

"Bobbi, adrenaline and defibrillator. Now!"

Natasha tilts your head back, her eyes glazed over as she opens your mouth and blows air into your lungs. Jemma begins compressions.

1,2,3,4,5

Nat puts air into your lungs and your chest rises and falls once before falling back inert. Wanda's sobs and Jemma's barely stifled ones are the only sound before a crack makes your girls nauseous.

"It's okay, it happens during compressions," Jemma's voice trembles as she says it and then, she performs another round of compressions. Your arms burn but that pain is nothing compared to the dull ache that is burning in your chest at that moment.

1,2,3,4,5

Natasha forces your chest up again and then Bobbi arrives with defibrillator and adrenaline in hand. She is sweating and her heart is racing. She has never run so fast in her entire life.

"Bobbi, take my place."

Jemma continues with compressions, then, on her go, Bobbi gets in place and follows her own rhythm.

"Come on rockstar, it's not your time yet, come on."

Bobbi's breath barely hides the tremor in her voice but not the tears that line her cheeks. It takes two defibrillator shocks before your heart starts beating again.

"Oh my God" Wanda bursts into tears, leaning over your face and gently kissing your forehead, brushing a few strands of sweaty hair off your face.

"Good, you did great love" Natasha whispers, taking your hand in her own as Bobbi laughs from relief.

Daisy instead stands by, frowning, and Jemma is the first to notice.

"Dee, what's wrong?"

Daisy looks at you and then, nods.

"Something's wrong, her heart, it doesn't have the usual vibes, non-"

And then, your heart stops beating again.

"Fuck, Bobbi give me the adrenaline."

Jemma Simmons never swears but there are always exceptions.

Jemma performs two more rounds of compressions before injecting adrenaline into your chest. She hooks you up to one of the monitors that Fitz had devised a few months earlier, at the request of the biochemist, for just such situations, and when he sees that the line remains flat, his heart, too, seems to stop for a few seconds.

Your body is shaken by the shock emitted by the defibrillator; it arches upward and then falls back to the sand as hard as a puppet whose strings have been suddenly dropped. The line remains flat and Jemma's tears now gush without limit.

"No no, Jem you have to try again. She can't, she can't..."

Wanda bursts into tears, looking at your lifeless body lying on the ground. Natasha punches the ground with such force that the crack that can be heard echoing cannot mean anything good. Bobbi cries as she takes the former Russian spy's hand and gives her a look. Anything not to think about what just happened.

"No, it doesn't end like that."

"Daisy...she-"

Daisy takes your lifeless body in her hands, shaking it by the shoulders.

"Do you understand me? You can't fucking die, you can't. You promised us, you stubborn idiot, you promised us!"

The Inhuman hits your chest hard, her fist closed, and without her really being able to control what she's doing, a powerful jolt goes through your chest and crashes against the ground, creating a small crack beneath you, and then, the flat line of the monitor disappears, replaced by regular little roller coasters.

"W-what?" Daisy whispers, sitting on the floor suddenly much more tired than before from the effort she has just made. Jemma hurries to personally check your pulse and when she feels the pulse under her fingers, a shuddering breath of joy leaves her lips.

"I...I think your tremors got her heart beating again Dee."

Jemma does not detach her fingers from your wrist, lulling herself into the sweet sensation of your heartbeat, albeit weak. Wanda covers her face, bursting into tears, and the other girls also let out a liberating cry, releasing all the tension and fear they had felt up to that moment.

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Your body takes five days to heal just enough to open your eyes. You realize you are in the Quinjet's medical capsule within seconds, by now you have been there so many times over the years that you know the smallest details: the familiar beeping sound of your heartbeat, the red button to call Jemma just below the lamp behind the back of the bed, the IV that feeds drugs into your veins, and the glass from which Jemma checks that you are not doing anything the doctor has forbidden you to do. A little unfair of her since she is the doctor. You feel as if a truck has hit you and then a car has run over you to complete the job. You raise your hand to scratch your nose but the oxygen mask prevents you from doing so so you squeeze it between your fingers to remove it but just as you are about to do so, a hasty knock against the clear glass causes you to smile a small smile of exasperation. Even before you turn around, in fact, you already know that you will see your beautiful doctor on the other side. To your surprise, however, she is not alone.

"You just woke up and already you want to take off your mask, I have no words really. Who is the doctor here? You have to do what I tell you if you want to get better, between you and Dais I really don't know who is worse."

Jemma admonishes you and you blush, feeling like a child being scolded by his parents.

"Hey, what do I have to do with this now?" Daisy pouts before slinging herself into your arms. You can't help but notice that his forearm is completely bandaged. When he notices where your gaze points, the Inhuman shrugs.

"It was worth it."

She slides the mask off your face, kissing you with so much passion and love that it leaves you breathless for a few seconds before the Inhuman promptly rushes to slip the mask back over your face.

"You scared us malyshka" Natasha approaches you and her plastered hand makes you frown. The Russian blushes, and for some reason you realize you don't really need to ask her how she broke her hand. Wanda caresses your cheek, leaving a tender kiss on your forehead.

"How are you feeling detka?"

"I'm just a little tired but I'm fine; exactly what happened?"

Their faces darken and that joy you had seen quickly fades.

"You collapsed, your heart couldn't take the strain, and we had to revive you twice." Bobbi's voice trembles as she says this and you reach out your hand toward her; the blonde grabs it and intertwines your fingers, turning a small smile to you.

"You were really a rockstar but if you do that again, I think we might actually kill you."

"Oh yes, don't think we haven't thought about what punishment to give you. Besides not being able to use your powers for at least four months-"

"What? Four months? But that's an eternity-" you jerk back to your seat, removing your mask and immediately regretting it as your vision blurs and the pain in your ribs increases exponentially, so much so that you lean to the right and vomit into the only thing you can grab.

Jemma strokes your back while Wanda holds your hair as you empty the meager contents of your stomach. As soon as you finish, you are so weak that dizziness takes over and your head falls back forward. If it weren't for Wanda, your face would be splattered against the floor. Jemma casts a glance at the heart monitor, and the value it reads makes your heart beat so fast you're afraid your chest might explode. She puts on your oxygen mask and then checks your vitals again.

Your pupils roll back, and as you fall helpless into Wanda's arms, the Sokovian panics a little.

"Hey, hey, detka wake up."

Wanda taps your cheeks but the only thing that changes is the further lowering of your heart rate.

"Jem, what's going on?" Daisy strokes your face, putting her hand on your chest to check your heart vibrations.

Jemma rummages through the drawers of the medical capsule and then, at the fifth drawer she ravages for something, she finally finds what she is looking for. In her hands she clutches a small glass case, inside which she glimpses a metal disk less than three centimeters in diameter and less than two centimeters thick.

As soon as she sees this, Bobbi cuts off your suit exposing your bare chest except for the three electrodes and the black bra you are wearing.

Jemma places the diskette on top of your left breast, just above your sternum, and presses the button above it. The disc blends in with your skin, being invisible to the human eye, and your body jerks, before your heartbeat returns to normal. The small jolt causes you to open your eyes and grimace in pain.

"What the hell-" you mutter, reaching out to massage your chest but Jemma stops you before you can.

"Hey, your heart rate was extremely low and I had to put a pacemaker on you. It's not invasive, Fitz designed one that blends in perfectly and doesn't give any problems whatsoever but you'll have to avoid EMPs but you can't take it off love, okay? I think the effort you put in was such that it damaged your heart, and without a peacemaker you could have another heart attack so until we find another solution and until we have done more tests, you can't use your powers."

You nod, squeezing your eyes shut as fatigue takes over.

"Rest now, we're here malyshka."

Natasha leaves a kiss in your hair while Daisy leaves one on your cheek. Jemma dims the lights to allow you to rest and Wanda lies next to you in the crib while Bobbi closes the glass curtains facing outward to give you all some privacy as you fall into dreamland surrounded by your girls.

You don't know it yet but one of those children you saved is going to become one of the best agents S.H.I.E.L.D. has ever had so maybe a slightly battered heart is worth it.

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[bookuce]

Change My Mind

SUMMARY: Josh and Alina are great friends most days. Other days they want to tear each other apart. Some days, they’re in love with each other, but neither of them will admit it.

*DISCLAIMER: This is a multi-part series. I do not own any of the characters in the writing except for the OC. The book also uses the real names of the wrestlers. Josh is Jey Uso, Jon is Jimmy Uso, Trinity is Naomi, Alina is just Alina. The book is not realistic and does not take place during real events, but some actual events could pop up in the story eventually*

PAIRING: Jey Uso x Black OC

TROPE: Friends to Lovers

WARNINGS: Language

WORD COUNT: 1,445

PART ONE

The sound of Alina’s heels clicking against the concrete floor beneath her echoed throughout the semi-empty hall. She was following chatter with a mic in hand. She was due to do an interview with Trinity about her upcoming championship match. She’d turn the corner, spotting the blue interview set down the hall. “Hey, Alina.” Greets one of the crew members as she arrives on set. She would flash them a quick smile, wiggling the top of her fingers at them.

Over in the corner, adorned in glowing green lights and neon hair, stood Trinity. She was deep in a hushed conversation with her husband Jon. “Alright, Alina is here, everyone! Places!” Exclaimed one of the producers. Alina would move to stand on a blue X tapped to the floor. Trin gives Jon a quick kiss before rushing over to her.

“Hey, Alina!” Jon sings. “How you doing?” He waves, flashing a goofy smile at her. Trinity looks over at him before looking back at Alina.

“Ignore him, please.” Trinity begs.

“It’s what I do best.” Alina sings.

Trinity glances down at the floor, making sure she’s standing on her designated X before looking back at the tall interviewer next to her. “Speaking of ignoring—.”

“Starting in five, four, three, two!” Count down the producer.

“I’m standing by with Naomi ahead of her match with Bayley tonight for the Smackdown Women’s Championship. Naomi, you’ve been on a roll the last few weeks, getting a huge win over Nia Jax last Friday that got you this opportunity tonight. What’s the strategy for tonight?” Alina asks, moving the mic towards her friend.

“The strategy is to go in focused, and be aware of my surroundings. The only reason Bayley even has that title is because of Damage Control. And that’s okay because they, just like Bayley will, can feel the glow.” Trin would skip off camera, leaving Alina to end their interview.

“Thank you, Naomi. You heard it here first, Naomi is focused and ready for her championship match with Bayley later tonight.” There was a five second pause before the producer called for the scene to end. Trinity comes back over to me, linking her arm with the interviewer’s.

“So, have you talked to Josh?” She asks, pulling them over to Jon.

“Don’t plan on it.” Alina says quickly. She’s been avoiding him since last week. He called on the hour, every hour for the first few days, but now he’s dialed it back to text messages. Her inbox says one hundred and twenty unread messages now—eighty-five of those belong to him.

“Ay, You gotta quit stressing my brother out, Uce.” Jon says, earning a gasp from Alina.

“Oh, I’m stressing him out?” She shouts. “He’s the one that chased my date off with that weak ass intimidation tactic he uses. I was fine!”

“That man was not finna last, Lina. Hell, the last one didn’t.” He says. “If anything he did you a favor.”

“Jon.” Trinity pushes his shoulder.

“Don’t Jon me. I’m right!” He points his hand out at Alina. “What was his name again? Bill?”

“William.” She says, folding her arms.

“Square ass name. See, that was destined to fail.” Alina scoffs gently, shaking her head at him. The date with William went great or so she thought. Things started to change when they came home to Josh on her doorstep. Josh and William didn’t see eye to eye immediately. “He just wants the best for you, Uce. It’s all love.” He explains. “Ain’t that right, lil bro?”

Alina’s heart dropped into the pit of her stomach. She turns away from her friends, only to catch Josh approaching them. His eyes were fixated on her. She slips her arm out of Trinity’s. “I gotta go.” She said, turning to walk the opposite direction as Jey. He would stop, watching as she tried to put distance between them again. Something about that pissed him off.

“Girl, if you don’t bring your ass back here.” He said, storming off after her. “Alina, you hear me talking to you!” She doesn’t respond to him, her eyes flitting around the hall. Suddenly arms snatch her up, lifting her into the air. “I’m not chasing you, damnit. We finna talk this out.” Josh would glance around him before moving into a random dark room on his left. He places her back on the floor and turns on the lights.

“I ain’t got nothing to say to you, Jey.”

“That’s not my name.” He scolds her.

“Jey!” She presses on. He sucks his teeth at her, closing the door behind him.

“Man, you something else with yourself.” He says. “What I do, hm? Since I’m always pissing you off.” Josh knew why she was upset, but he wanted to hear it from her mouth instead of everyone else's.

“Boy, I do not have time for this.” She says, moving to walk around him. He steps in her path, blocking her from going any further. “Jey, if you don’t get out my way.”

“Or what?” She steps to the right of him and he follows. “Nah, We finna have this conversation like two grown ass adults, Uce. That’s what we are right?” She gives him a stern look. “Mad at me over some boy that wasn’t gonna make the cut anyway.” She takes a step back.

“He was a great guy!”

“Shit, couldn’t be if you mad at me.” He says. “He looked like a fucking square anyway. What was his name? Bill?”

“William!” I exclaim.

“Man, same thing.”

Alina crosses her arms over her chest, moving to sit down on the couch. When Jey saw she was calming down, he moved to sit down on the coffee table in front of her. They sat there in silence for a moment. Josh watched her while she watched a wall. He knew what she wanted; an apology, but like always, she was gonna make him work for her forgiveness. “So what was his excuse?” He asks, finally breaking the silence.

She would remain silent for a few more moments before finally speaking. “He assumed you were my man and didn’t want to be in the middle of it.” Hazel eyes would glance over at the Samoan sitting in front of her. This was the third—no, fourth time a man dipped on her because of him. It was starting to get out of hand. Josh looked down at the floor at the answer. He would sniffle, the right corner of his mouth twitching as he did so. He wasn’t her man but he did wish he was. This has been a feeling of his for a few months now.

“He wasn’t the one then, Uce.” He said this to her often. She was probably tired of hearing that come from him, but it was true. None of those dudes were the one. Him on the other hand…

“I give up then.” She sighs. Josh looks up at her at the statement. “The love I require is unrealistic and I know that now so I'll stay to myself.”

“Nah, we don’t give up around here. You gonna find someone…just be patient.” He pleads quietly. He presses his fists to her bare knees. If she was to guess he was speaking for himself, she would be true. He, just like her, didn’t want to fuck up the dynamic of their friendship. If things didn’t work out, it would trickle down into their friend group and they didn’t want to make things weird for anyone; not even for themselves. “Are we good?” He asks finally. “I don’t like when you’re mad at me.”

She stares at him, pretending to be deep in thought. “I didn’t hear any apology.” She says.

“I’m sorry, Alina.” He says quickly.

“I don’t like the way—.”

“Alina.” He snaps, causing her to laugh out loud at his irritation. “You’re lucky I love you.” He says, standing to his feet. Alina would stand shortly after him, their fronts now touching. Eyes watch eyes for a moment before awkwardly venturing off in opposite directions. The interviewer would shimmy to the right, freeing herself of his suffocating energy.

“I should get going.” She says.

“Yeah, me too.”

Alina walks over to the door, her hand outstretched for the knob. She pulls the it open, catching Trinity and Jon standing near it. The couple steps back from the door, trying to make it seem like they weren’t prying.

“We were wondering where y’all went!” Trin says.

“Y’all together yet?” Jon asks, getting straight to it. That was Alina’s cue to leave the scene. She squeezes by Trin and Jon, making her way down the hall.

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A/N: Hi! this is my first time writing fanfic in FOREVER. Let me know what you think or if I should write more! I have a lot of cute little drafts with Roman and Jey! If you want to be added to the tag-list just let me know! ☺️

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[heejayy]

I’m not over you

Warning • swearing, hair pulling, spanking, cunnilingus, face riding, praising, degradation, squirting, pet names

Genre • 18+ if I catch minors interacting with this ur blocked! straight up smut!, fluff at the end

Pairing • player! Shuri x Black Reader

Wc: 3.9k

A/n: this was not proofread I’ll edit it in the morning 😭✋🏾

You were sick and tired of sitting at home playing wifey you were just fed up with Shuri’s games. All she ever did was lie and cheat. So to switch it up you called up a few girlfriends and planned a night out; for the first time in a long time, you were going to have a good time.

"Girl, Shuri is going to have a fuckin' fit if she catches you in that," you shrugged, adjusting your dress. "I could give a less shit, tonight I don't want to hear her name at all," your friends exchanged glances before nodding slowly.

“Fine fine we won’t mention her” You smiled satisfied with yourself and your looks.

“Ight let’s go!”

You were having a great time singing, dancing, and drinking. You're not even a drinker yet you were downing shots like water while shouting lyrics to every song that played.

"May I join you?" an unknown person yelled in your ear as she placed her hand on your hips, You turned around to make sure she was worth your time; she was taller than you, lean, and had a nice smile. Exactly your type. You nodded giving her permission, and she encircled you as you danced against her to the beat. You danced with her for three songs but couldn't get rid of the feeling that you were being watched.

Your dancing became more provocative as Nobody Has to Know by Kranium started blasting through the speakers.

"This is my shit!" You grinned as you wrapped her hands tighter around you, feeling the music vibrate through you, lights flashing around as hot sweaty bodies danced on each other. Everyone was having a good time, not worrying about the hangover they’ll have tomorrow.

However, your moment was short-lived, as your friends yanked you away from the attractive stranger.

"What the hell, I was having a good time!"

"Not for much longer, bitch, look who's here." Eve swung you around, pointing to the devil herself. Shuri was in her VIP section, scowling staring down at you. She was surrounded by women, but the only one she was looking at was you, which reminds you of the first time you two met.

"Damn, damn, damn! What am I supposed to do now?" They all looked at you with an 'I told you so' expression as they waited for an answer.

"Don't look at me that way."

“Nah this shit yo’ fault” Carmen commented, “you claimed you were a grown ass woman who could do whatever she want now you stuck” You rolled your eyes at her crossing your arms.

“Shit, well let’s just sneak out while we can it’s dark in here I’m sure I can say she was seeing stuff” You grab your handbag ready to make a run.

“Too late she walking over here now…well good luck” she patted your butt making her way over to the bar and the rest of them followed suit. You watched Shuri make her way through the crowded club with the look that would make one’s enemies kneel before them.

“What the hell are you doing here?” She asked with her grills glistening at the bottom of her mouth, you fixed your posture trying not to seem intimidated.

You cocked an eyebrow eyeing her up and down “I could ask you the same thing.” She scoffed giving a sarcastic laugh looking away for a second then back at you, she leaned down to your ear a whispered “You better be outside in five, and if I have to come back in here for you this whole place is getting shut down” before walking off. You sucked your teeth following her, who does she think she’s talking to?

“What is it?” You asked aggravated pushing the club door open.

“So this is what you do now? You get mad at me and come to the club to dance with strangers?” You let out a sarcastic laugh “That’s rich coming from you ya know? That’s like your whole routine. We argue, you get mad and come to the club, dance with a dozen women maybe even make out with one and then you come home back to me like nothing ever happened. I’m tired of that shit, you don’t wanna be mines just say that” She stares down at you clenching her jaw in anger, she couldn’t rebuttal because she knew all of it was true.

Before you met Shuri she was out there in many ways, she went from this sweet young girl to a player who breaks hearts for sport. People warned you about her but you thought you could handle her, apparently not.

“Usana I’ve told you many times you are the only one who has my heart, where do I go when I come home? Straight to you, you know I love you” You rolled your eyes.

“Bullshit! I’m sick of hearing that same speech ‘Oh you’re my baby, I love you’ blah blah blah. I’m tired of sharing I want something real and if you’re not ready to give that to me then we’re done.”

Over the year you and Shuri have been together you two broke up on multiple occasions, but for some reason, this felt real to her.

“You’ll be back” she called after you as you disappeared back into the club. You told your friends you weren’t in the mood for clubbing anymore and you went home. They thought you were going home with Shuri to have makeup sex again, but not this time you truly were going home alone.

It’s been about three weeks since your fight with Shuri and you had to admit you were feeling a little lonely. Your friends say they’re proud of you for dumping her but you didn’t feel proud. You wanted to be held and touched in places that she would say were off limits to others, you wanted to be loved on until you wept begging for her to stop, but if you call her begging for that she wins. So your next best option was calling an old hookup.

The phone rang for a few seconds then someone answered.

“Hello? Who is this?”

“Hey, Indiyah it’s y/n how’ve you been?” It was silent for a second then you heard a soft chuckle.

“Well damn, I thought you forgot who I was, whatchu been up to mama?” Damn, you missed that nickname.

“Oh nothing I was just seeing if you were busy” She knew exactly what that meant, Indiyah knew you weren’t going to flat-out ask her to come over and fuck so she quickly learned how to tell if you were needy or not.

“Nah I’m not, whatchu’ want me to come over?” You bit your bottom lip “Yeah.”

“Ight pretty girl I’m on my way.”

“Ok,” You giggled not thinking it would work. You haven’t spoken to her in months after you dropped all your girls for Shuri.

Feeling excited you ran to the bathroom to get ready. You took a shower, shaved, and put on light makeup and some cute lounging clothes. Last but not least you sprayed your favorite perfume making sure you smelled good, you checked yourself in the mirror one last time before smiling. You couldn’t even sit down to relax the doorbell rung. A giddy smile appeared on your lips as you jogged to the door.

“Hey boo” you greeted her with a sweet smile, she returned the smile looking you up and down.

“Damn mama you look good as fuck” you giggled feeling your cheeks heat up “Thank you.” Now wasting any time pulled her in shutting the door behind her.

“So…” you giggled nervously “how you wanna do this?“ without saying anything she gently pushed you onto the couch hovering over you

“Just let me take care of you pretty girl” She straddled your lap kissing you soft and sensually, her lipgloss tasted sweet with a hint of mint. You jolted feeling her cold hands roam under your tank as they caressed your nipples, you moaned against her lips loving the feeling. You could slowly feel that throbbing sensation between your thighs become worse aching to be pleased.

“Wait wait…” she pulled away looking down at you “You done with that panther freak right? Her and those warriors won’t jump me right?” You chuckled shaking your head.

“Yes she’s gone for good” she smirked, “good.”

She dipped down to connect your lips again, “damn I missed this” she moaned between kisses. Your hand found its way to her ass giving it a firm squeeze, “fuck baby.” Her kisses made their way down to your neck, she sucked and nibbled with every intention to leave hickeys.

“Mmhh come up out these baby,” she said moving off you as she tugged on your silk shorts. You slid them off with ease and opened your legs, without hesitation, she dropped to her knees hooking your hands under your thighs. She slowly kissed up your thighs while looking up at you “You so fuckin’ fine” you smiled down at her biting your lip “Thank you, baby.”

She began to lick up your right thigh up to your lady parts, you missed how she would lick you up and down like this. “fuck don’t tease me” you begged.

Granting your wish she began gently sucking on your throbbing clit, not too hard but enough to edge you “Ooh shit baby” you moaned as your eyes fluttered close.

Your hand reached for her braids as you tugged on them, in the middle of a blissful moment and feeling an immense amount of pleasure you suddenly hear your front door slam.

“Is this what you do when we argue? You go find someone else to fuck?” Your eyes shot open as heat rushed to your cheeks. You knew that thick Wakandan accent from anywhere.

You pushed Indiyah’s head from between your thighs and sat up “What the fuck are you doing here?” You asked visibly annoyed.

“Well I still have the key and I also pay bills here so, technically I can show up whenever I want.” She was so cocky it was annoying. You rolled your eyes quickly getting up to pull up your shorts.

“Nah you gotta go, bye!” You attempted to push her towards the door but she didn’t budge, “no thank you the only one who’s leaving is you” She stared at Indiyah with hatred oozing from her dark eyes, Indiyah just sat on the couch confused and nervous.

“Um, you told me you two were done?”

“We are” Shuri scoffed “You have two seconds to leave before we have a problem, so I advise you go” Shuri demeaned narrowing her eyes at the girl knowing good and well she wouldn’t challenge her, she was pulling her Panther card and it was unfair. Feeling intimidated Indiyah got up and grabbed her things.

“Tell me when you two really break up I’m out” she put an emphasis on really before walking out.

“Indi wait-“ Not wanting you to run after her Shuri grabbed your forearm pulling you back.

“Shuri let go of me I’m so sick and tired of you, damn you’re annoying.” You snatched your arm away walking to the kitchen and of course, she followed you.

“You don’t think I’m annoying when your legs are-“

“Shuri” you gave her a warning glare, she closed her mouth and rolled her eyes “What do you want?” You asked hoping if you give it to her she’d leave. She shrugged leaning against the counter “It’s been a few weeks since our fight you still can’t be mad at me can you?” She tilted her head with a fake pout, you rolled your eyes mushing her head away.

“You know damn well I’m still upset with you. I’m sick of your games Shuri you lie and expect me not to call you out I’m done.”

“You knew this wasn’t exclusive, we were never official” Hearing those words kind of stung. She’s right you two weren’t dating but that doesn’t mean you can’t feel a certain way.

“I- I know but if you weren’t guilty about what you’re doing you wouldn’t lie” she huffed shaking her head “I don’t tell you everything because I know how you are.”

“What do you- you know what I’m not doing this leave now” you demand pointing towards the door, “usana” she cooed stepping closer.

“Are you really going to make me leave?” She was closing in on you like a predator with its prey. Not wanting to fall for it you backed up until you hit the counter.

“Shuri-“

“Shh, my love you know I’m sorry right?” She cupped your face with both of her hands making you face her. She knew eye contact was the main way to make you fold easily.

‘Don’t fall for it’ was all you repeated in your head, you looked away avoiding eye contact as her veiny hands held your face. She was so intoxicating it was hard not to just say fuck it and give yourself to her, but you vowed to yourself that you would stay strong this time.

“Look at me” she demanded, feeling all self-control leave your body your eyes shot back to hers. All the anger and hatred you held melted away. Her once dark fierce eyes shifted back to her normal soft brown ones. Her eyes flickered down to your lips as she caressed them with her thumb.

“You know I don’t like it when you’re mad at me, this has been going on for too long and I miss you,” knowing she had you right where she wanted you she leaned in and kissed you. Your eyes fluttered close feeling yourself melt into the kiss, her kisses always left you aching and wanting more.

“Shuri” you whimpered against her lips.

“Yes, my love?” Feeling everything in you scream for her touch you just gave up.

“Take me please.” without a second thought she picked you up like it was nothing and as routine your legs instantly wrapped around her slim waist.

“Are you gonna be a good girl for me?” You nodded with a whimper. Feeling the wetness seeping through her boxers Shuri quickly made it to your bedroom and kicked the door closed. She left multiple kissed on your neck as she gently laid you on the bed. She laid between your thighs kissing you with such lust and hunger. You both moan into each other's mouths, you tugging on her hair and Shuri gripping your thighs.

“Fuck I need you now” you whined feeling her pants rub against your clit through your thin shorts.

“Before I give you what you want, you need to be punished” you swallowed thickly staring up at her innocently.

“But Shuri-“

“Shut up, what did I tell you about letting people touch what’s mine? Do you like being a slut for other women huh? Answer me” she demanded as she grabbed your jaw pulling you towards her “N-no I’m sorry Shuri forgive me.”

“You know exactly what to do if you want forgiveness usana.” She tugged off her shirt moving from between your thighs. You immediately sat up and laid across your her lap and she pulled your shorts down to your thighs.

“You ready? If it’s too much let me know” You nodded giving her all the consent she needed.

She started on your left cheek leaving a smack that echoed through the room, your back arched and your toes curled.

“Ah fuck” you whined as your voice broke trying to hold in a sob.

“Keep count” was all she said before leaving another spank. You gripped the covers burying your face into them before letting out a whimper. She spanked you again and again then switched sides, the feeling between pain and pleasure was a thin line at the moment but you could care less it felt good.

“F-fuck Shuri’m sorry please” you whined feeling tears roll down your cheeks. Shuri’s ego grew at the sight of you begging her to stop.

“How many was that?”

“Eight” feeling as if that was enough for now she gently rubbed both sides of your ass before leaving a kiss on your lower back.

“Good girl now get on your knees you’re far from being done” You obeyed her getting up slowly, you started feeling the stinging sensation intensify as you moved to the floor but you chose to ignore it.

“How may I please you?” You asked as you knelt on the hardwood floor, without speaking Shuri pulled off her pants along with her boxers. She spread her long pretty legs showing you her glistening cunt.

“Eat it” You scooted closer rubbing your hands along her thighs, you tugged her closer to the edge of the bed so you could please her properly. You parted her wet lips running your thumb along her clit, you guessed she was feeling sensitive as she hissed at the little touch.

“Hasn’t anyone told you not to play with your food? be a good girl for me and taste it” Not wanting to anger her you leaned in and kissed it before licking up her dripping juices. Before you indulged yourself in her you got an idea. You reached for your nightstand pulling out your vibrator. You peered at her for permission to use it and she gave you a nod.

You switched it to the lowest setting before repositioning yourself back between her legs.

You teased her clit with it before sliding your tongue into her, Shuri’s head fell back in pleasure. As you circled her clit with the vibrator you could feel her walls clench around your tongue.

“Fuck baby” she whimpered gripping the covers. Her back began to arch as the vibrator flicked her clit, feeling cocky you clicked the vibrator up a notch. You watched as her eyes screw shut, seeming it might’ve been too much you moved the toy away continuing to eat her out.

You hummed against her giving her clit a little nibble “Mmm you taste so good baby,” You cooed rubbing circles into her hips.

“Faster” she breathed out “go faster.” As asked you flicked your tongue faster, sucking on her swollen clit. Wanting her to reach her high you slid in two fingers and curled them up hitting her g spot.

“Fuck! Fuck!” She let go of the covers and latched onto your curls, she pushed your head down deeper in her pussy enjoying the feeling of being on the edge of cumming. Feeling sadistic you pulled away with a smirk, the bottom half of your face was covered in her juices.

“Y/n what the fuck?!” She sat up with a confused look feeling frustrated.

“I want you to sit on my face please” You stood up from the floor and crawled onto the bed, you gave her a sloppy kiss before removing her bra, and you quickly kissed down her breasts before coming back up with a grin.

“You gonna do it?” She nodded with a grin pushing you onto the bed, she moved up placing her knees on the side of your head “Tap my thigh three times if you want to stop” You nodded.

She lowered herself gently and began to ride your face, feeling that intense feeling from before return her hips stuttered a bit. A high pitch moan escaped her lips as she fastened her pace “You are such a little slut for letting me ride your face, you like that shit don’t you?”

Letting her know you enjoyed it you hummed, the vibrations made her whimper even louder. Having a feeling she was close you stuck your tongue out letting her ride it.

“F-fuuuuuck!!” Shuri leaned back with her arms resting on your thighs, her movements became quicker and quicker. The feeling of your tongue sliding in and out of her as your nose hit her clit drove her wild. You reached a hand up to play with your nipples as she threw her head bad in pleasure.

“I’m- im cumming fuuuck!” she screamed as her grip on your thighs tightened. You just gently held her hips helping her move back and forth as she rode out her high. As she finished she collapsed beside you with her eyes closed breathing heavily.

You grinned as you took your fingers to clean up your face and licked them clean, “do you forgive me now?” You innocently ask kissing her lips.

“Yes, now you can go get it” You knew exactly what she meant, you excitedly hopped off and reached under your bed for your toy box. You pulled out the dark brown realistic-looking strap on, and handed it to her. While she got it adjusted you laid down waiting for her.

She caressed your face as she climbed on top of you. She maneuvered her self between you taking one leg and resting it on her shoulder, she teased you a bit tapping your soaking clit before sliding it in. You moaned at the feeling of her stretching you out, “Ooh shit baby.”

She pumped in and out slowly letting you get adjusted, when she thought you could take it she sped up. You reached for the pillow behind gripping it you as your eyes fluttered shut “f-fuck right there” The aching feeling you’ve been feeling all night was finally being attended to and it felt so damn good. The way the veins on the dildo rubbed against your g spot had you crying her name.

“Ohhh fuck Shuri r-right there!” She kissed your ankle before removing your leg off her shoulder, and instantly your legs wrapped around her waist “Be a good girl and take it for me like I know you can.”

Hearing her speak to you in such and calm tone while drilling into like her personal fuck doll you made you clench around her. You became whiny and started to squirm under her, not be able to take anymore you pushed against her chest. With ease, Shuri took your hands and trapped them above your head while her other one held onto your hips.

“Fuck” you cried out feeling an unfamiliar pressure building up in the pit of your stomach. She watched as your face contort in pleasure as your breasts bounced with each thrust. It was almost mesmerizing to her.

Your whines got louder as that feeling in your stomach grew tighter, Shuri could feel you squeezing around her, she knew you were close. She continued to hold your hands above your head while the other one slipped down between you to play with your clit, she watched her dildo disappear and reappear as a white creamy ring formed at the base.

“Fuc- fuuuuuck I’m close!”

“I know baby, I know hold on just a little longer” She gently kissed your sweaty neck as her thrusts became rougher, your thighs squeezed around her and your back arched off the bed. You couldn’t take it much longer, your head was dizzy and you were seeing stars.

She moved closer to your ear to encourage your release“Breath usana, let go and breathe. Come on I know you can do it you’re so close” A few more strokes plus hearing her whisper in your ear was the cherry on top. You obeyed her and let go, you cried out her name as you came with a warm liquid shooting all over the bottom of Shuri’s torso. Pleased with you she trusted and few more times and then pulled out.

“Good girl, you did so well for me” Her sweaty body collapsed right beside you.

“I didn’t mean to-“

“Shhh, we’ll clean it up later,” Trying to catch your breath you both lay there in silence, you could still feel your cum leaking down your thighs.

“I’m sorry baby I really am” she breathed heavily as she kissed your damped forehead. You and Shuri been through everything together no matter how bad you fight in the end you’ll end up going right back to each other.

“I know baby, I know.”

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"Yes!" Cheri shouted in triumph.

Alarmed, you ran to the bedroom and were greeted with a frightening sight. Your formerly short, rather plain-looking girlfriend had somehow grown into a seven-foot-tall amazon. Her shirt had torn open from the apparently rapid growth of her breasts, both of which now bigger than her head and capped with areolae as big as teacups. Her jeans were as tight as drum skins and had already split open at her waist and calves. She looked exhausted but exhilarated.

"What happened?" you asked.

"It finally worked," she said. "I'm finally going through puberty!" As she spoke, you saw a wave of pleasure shoot through her, sending her boobs quaking. "Why didn't anybody tell me how good this feels?"

Suddenly, she gained another few inches in height. She cooed as her ass, gigantically swollen to ridiculous proportions, split her pants straight up the back. "Uh, aren't you twenty-five? Puberty stops in your teens."

She rubbed her hands along her inner thighs teasingly. "Not for me," Cheri said. "When all those other girls were sprouting breasts, I was still flat-chested. Everybody else in my family is so tall, they always cracked jokes about how short I was. Oh, I can't wait until they see me now!"

You shook your head. "This is crazy! We need to get you to the hospital. At this rate, you're not going to fit in the room before too long."

Your words, rather than setting her straight, seemed to egg her on further. She moaned in approval as she grew another few inches in every direction. "Yes, outgrow the room! Here, help me out."

With alarming speed, Cheri grabbed your head and slammed your face into one of her massive tits. You struggled to push her away, but her strength was overwhelming.

"You like that, don't you?" she said, almost angrily. "You like that I've got big fucking titties, right? I've seen you looking at those women before, don't lie."

"No, I--" as soon as your mouth was open, she shoved her nipple past your lips. It grew longer and thicker instantly. Desperately, you pawed at her soft boob-flesh, only to feel it expand bigger and bigger between your fingers.

You break free from Cheri's grasp and scramble backward, fear flooding your veins. You can feel your heart hammering in your chest as Cheri continues to grow and mutate before your very eyes. You need to get out before it's too late.

You run out the door and away from the growing monster behind you. "Oh, you little--" you hear her shout, but you don't stick around to hear the rest. Luckily, she must have been too big to fit through it. You continue to flee, not daring to look back again until you're a safe distance away.

Once you're convinced that you're far enough, you pause for a moment to catch your breath. Sweat pours down your face, and you can feel your heart racing in your chest.

Wracking your brain for options, you decide to call 911. You barely have the chance to get out a plea for help before you hear a deep rumbling, like the sound of thunder in the distance.

You realize with horror that Cheri is coming after you. You run to the alleyway beside the apartment complex, looking for a hiding place, but it's too late. You hear the glass doors to the apartment lobby shatter behind you and the familiar groans of Cheri's rapidly changing voice.

You turn to face her and freeze as you see what has become of Cheri. The once petite girl now towers over you, a giantess easily ten feet tall and growing by the second. Her hair is long and wild, framing her beautiful face as her curves have become outrageous. Her breasts are like giant beach balls, her hips and ass as wide as the alley, her legs each as big as a tree trunk. Her clothing has been ripped completely apart, revealing her naked and rapidly-transforming physique.

"Where do you think you're going?" she hisses, her eyes blazing with a fierceness you've never seen before. "Don't you want to see more of your new girlfriend? I thought you said you loved me."

You can only stare in shock as she starts to advance towards you, taking one massive step after another. You realize that you have no choice but to run. You sprint down the alleyway, Cheri just behind you. Her footsteps are heavy and earth-shaking as she pursues you, her body rapidly growing bigger and bigger.

She is wedged between the buildings on either side of her, but she pushes forward anyway, collapsing the structures sending debris flying in all directions. Brick and rubble rain down on you. But soon, the dust settles, and Cheri emerges from the wreckage, even bigger and stronger than before.

Trapped and cornered, you realize that there's only one thing left to do. You turn and confront Cheri, determined to face the consequences of your actions. You know you won't be able to run forever.

As you stand face to face with the giantess, you see a moment of hesitation in her eyes. For a moment, you think you may have reached her, that the old Cheri is buried somewhere in there beneath the growth and transformation. But it's too late; the moment passes, and Cheri takes another step towards you, her prey.

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If you don't mind I'm going to be horribly demanding and request more delicious thoughts on Kaz and his female coded story. Sorry but I'm eating this all up!!

No sweat Anon! I will say it's a thought I kinda had offhandedly once and left alone for a long time, so I'm having to think way back a bit as I consider it.

As an obvious quick note too, it's sort of a random interpretation I had. It doesn't have any real bearing on canon anymore than my other random thoughts do. It was kind of like, at some point, I noticed that Kaz had a storyline and writing style I've gotten used to seeing but with women.

The jilted ex hellbent on revenge. Someone who is more well known in story for his emotional issues vs how physically imposing or strong he is or isn't. I don't know about everyone else, but when I first think of Kaz, the most memorable thing that comes to mind is his emotions. Being unable to manage ones anger is very 'masculine' a trait, but being beholden to those emotions is a 'feminine' quality.

I'll say too, revenge as a motivator is a common story theme. And its very present in films and the like. This is certainly not a 'female only' thing, and there's SO much nuance that has to be applied. And to be perfectly blunt, I can't fully articulate 100% why I especially have this feeling with him, but at some point in one of my nightly Kaz spirals, I had the thought of "Kaz is written the way I'm used to women being written", and, after mentioning it, I sat on it, never gave it really much expansion, and haven't given myself the chance to really put into words why I feel this way.

It's sort of like..

Kaz gets dismissed a lot. Kaz isn't taken seriously a lot because he lets his emotions get the better of him. (Which is largely his fault, if he could calm down for five seconds and take a breather, he'd be able to put his very honest, very intelligent thoughts into words). But he doesn't give himself that chance. He screams, shouts and acts impulsive instead.

Meaning he gets written off as being 'too hysterical' to take seriously. Which is something we see a lot in female characters. Who often get pushed aside in narratives despite being smart, or having a point, because "She's too hysterical right now don't listen to her."

Kaz is known for being jealous. Manipulative and 100% ruled by emotions and impulses. He makes extreme decisions at the drop of a hat, but places fall apart without him managing the books and the records. He tries to overcompensate, and get taken seriously, but it leaves him getting underestimated and written off. Because for every serious thing he says, for every legitimate point he makes, its either screamed or shouted.

Or, full of biting sarcasm and snide remarks. He's a 'playboy' in Peace Walker. The man with a full hair care routine in a jungle. He's been 'caught' and brought in by a man more powerful and more respected than himself, and while he tries again and again to be on equal footing with him-and fully believes he ought to be, it falls short.

(This isn't excusing Kaz either, his entrance into the MSF is a rabbit hole I've gone down before, because it's very hard to put into black and white territory and victim/abuser territory. It requires deeper thought and more critical thinking).

Anyway.

I think another way to look at it, is that if I imagine Kaz as a woman, his story..really does not change that much to me? It's got all the elements of the supporting/leading lady role. And as a retroactive character (as in, a character that was originally very much a one note they build backwards by making him more meaningful in the prequels) he gained importance in the narrative, but backwards.

(I'm aware this doesn't make much sense, it's so hard for me to articulate this one properly sorry).

To be a tad crueler about it, think of the stereotype 'nagging wife'. Its not hard to imagine Kaz like that. At all. In my head. At the end of the day, it's something I'd probably have to think about more, but it kinda sits in the back of my mind occasionally.

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The King

Chapter 2

Violet is a bad girl at school, not giving a care about her grades that are falling and getting in trouble every week. She smokes, drinks and she's only sixteen. Her mother has had enough of her and doesn't know what to do with her. But when she's forced to go to her mother's employee dinner for the United States Army, she meets the mysterious and handsome General James Barnes.

She is infatuated with him and can't seem to stay away. The closer she gets to him, the more she craves him and soon she finds herself entering a world of darkness, pain and pleasure.

The dinner was in full swing. Small groups of people were scattered around the dining tables; others sat at their named seats with as many as five glasses of champagne already at their names. The bar was heaving with soldiers, ready for a good night. It was a welcome change to see them dressed in smart suits of black, white, and blue, away from the grungy green and brown they wore on a daily basis. The high-ranking staff were here as well, from sergeants to generals, including majors, lieutenants, and colonels. The whole US army of NYC was here tonight. Everyone played an important role in their devotion to their country, and the office staff were just as important as the men fighting for this country. The only odd one out was Violet. She almost felt silly being here, the teenage daughter of an office administrator sitting with men who had seen and heard things that could keep you up at night, wives that had missed their husbands for months of end, generals who had rose up the ranks of the US army to become the leaders they were today. And what was she? A misbehaving girl with a dirty attitude and mouth. 

She sat at the table with her mother and the rest of the office staff. A couple of the other girls brought their husbands along with them, and they were shouting across the table at each other, giggling at the tops of their voices, and slugging down champagne. Violet rolled her eyes at the woman around her. They were nothing but annoying middle-aged women with nothing better to do than gossip about petty women's troubles. Violet prayed she would be nothing like these women when she grew older. No, she wasn’t going to be like them at all. She was going to be fun, spontatinous, and not give two shits about anything in life other than living it the way she wanted to live it. In other words, if she didn’t enter prison by the time she was twenty-five, then what the hell was she doing? 

“So Violet, how’s school? Your mother was telling me you're having some trouble with your grades,” Debra said as she sipped her fourth glass of champagne. If Violet didn’t know any better, it sounded like this woman could take it too far when it came to having a drink. A drink seemed to loosen her tongue, and Violet wasn’t too happy about that. What was worse was that it was obvious her mother had been bitching about her to her work colleagues, saying how terrible she was doing in school, which wasn’t a false fact, but she didn’t need her mother spreading it around like it was the plague. 

She glared over at her mother for a second before plastering on her fakest smile and turning to Debra. "Well, we can’t all be perfect,” she answered, when in fact she wanted to answer with ‘Stay the fuck out of my life’. This was exactly why she didn’t want to come here. 

“You know I know a great tutor; he does amazing work. Our Sally has the best grades in school,” Debra pointed out. Oh yes, of course, her Sally, the daughter she worked so hard for, bought her so much extra tuition to get the best grades in school. That girl probably doesn’t even know what a cigarette is. Oh, how Violet was craving one right now. She was shaking in her chair, hands with a tremor, and the urge to scramble and race outside was getting harder and harder. Every day, she told herself she wasn’t addicted, but perhaps this proved her wrong. Her cigarettes were deep in her bag, and it wouldn’t take her long to go out and quickly smoke. But then the watchful eye of her mother was deeply set on her, and at this point, she didn’t have energy to argue with her. 

But she’d do anything to get away from Debra right now. Any chance for her to brag about how great her children are and to rub it in other parents faces? They were a wealthy family, with her husband working for Wall Street, meaning that Debra didn’t even need to have a job for the family to survive, but she made out that this job was her life. ‘I’d go crazy if I didn’t work. The housewife's life isn’t for me; she’d giggle around others. But she certainly lived up to that name; the diamonds on her wrists and fingers spoke for themselves. They could easily afford the tutor, and it wouldn’t make a dent in their income. How her mother put up with her, Violet would never understand. 

Dinner came shortly, and Violet silently tucked in to the delicious meal. For a six-star hotel, you’d hope the food was outstanding, and it was. A classic French onion soup with cheese and croutons on top, roasted leg of duck with a rich gravy, perfect potatoes and vegetables with a crisp to the outside, and a slice of warm apple pie and custard for dessert. The meal went down well and kept Violet from giving in to her nicotine urges. The shaking had died down now that it had eaten, and she sat back with a sigh as she had to endure more of Debra’s annoying voice. 

“Did you want me to give you a number for the tutor? He’s excellent, our Sally,“ she continued, and Violet had had enough. If she was going to be slagged off in front of everyone at the table, then she definitely needed a smoke. With a grunt and a huff, she stormed from the table, grabbing her clutch, and from behind her she heard the almost sympathetic voice of Debra. 

“Did I upset her?”. 

Violet didn’t care if she would get shouted at later for causing a scene, but she was glad that she did. There was no way Debra was going to speak about her like that. Yes, her grades were falling apart, but Violet didn’t give a shit and probably never would. It was her life, and if she wanted to fail at school, then she would. She prayed to God that her mother wasn’t going to get the number of this so-called fantastic tutor that would give her all A’s. They didn’t have the money for it. Her mother was working enough as it was, and to afford a tutor, she’d most likely have to get a second job. No, even Violet couldn’t put her through that, despite their relationship being fragile at the moment. 

Instead of venturing outside, Violet headed to the bathroom. Luckily, when she went in, it was empty, so she quickly used the bathroom before dumping her bag on the side and fishing for her sin sticks. She glanced in the mirror and grimaced at herself. She looked so different compared to her normal style. She stared at the black dress and wanted to rip it off, which was a stupid idea given she’d have nothing else to put on, so she’d have to endure it for a couple more hours. She could hear in the background someone talking over a microphone and giving some speeches for the guests. It must have been a high-ranking member, so Violet was glad she left at that time. Staring in the mirror, she took a deep breath and stared. 

She wondered what her life would be like if she hadn’t taken this rebellious turn. If she had studied hard and her grades were at the highest level they could be, if she had never met Axel and fallen down the line of smoking, at least she hadn’t resorted to drugs yet. She wasn’t completed fucked. But the drinking and smoking were only the start of something. If she didn’t have anyone to hold her back, to guide her properly, or to implement a little discipline in her life, then she could go anywhere. It was a scary thought—one Violet didn’t really think about until now. The whole talk about tutors and Debra’s precious Sally had spun something in her head, and it made her feel sick. The only cure for that is a cigarette. 

Blowing the breath she was holding out, she flicked her hair over her shoulder and stormed out with pride, a cigarette in her fingers, and a lighter ready to spark and take that first hit that would instantly relax her. She was heading out on a mission. As the door creaked open, the same door opposite opened as well, with a tall man stepping out just as she did. Violet stopped abruptly, nearly crashing into him, and looked up to give him what for, a scowl on her face when she froze. 

She had never seen someone so beautiful, so handsome, and so captivating. He was tall, with dark hair almost to the colour of black but no lighter than chocolate. It was slightly longer for it not to be called short, but not long enough for it to be called long. Strands fell from his head just around his eyes, and the rest was combed back by fingers behind his ears and over his head. It looked like it would glide through the hands and be softer than a baby blanket. His facial hair matched evenly with his hair and covered his jaw and upper lip. It was unusual for army men to have any facial hair, keeping it trimmed when they could unless out at war. 

But what dazzled her the most were his eyes. Pure Persian blue with a slight darkness to them, staring down at her with dark lashes shadowing them. They were both perfect and dangerous. Violet could get lost in them, as if she had been cast a spell by a wizard. There was a rich scent about him—warm and spicy with hints of coolness. He was dressed in an impeccable dark suit of all black, a black shirt and jacket, long pants that fitted him to perfection, and polished black shoes with a bow tie. The spitting image of a gentleman. Violet almost forgot how to breathe for a moment.

“Sorry, are you alright?” He said it politely, his voice smooth and just as rich as his suit or cologne. He was at least six feet, if not a few inches more, and he spoke with a slight authority in his voice. Violet shook herself out of the trance and stepped back, throwing her scowl back on her face. 

“Yeah, I’m fine,” she almost snapped, exerting her attitude towards him. No one was going to be her boss or make her feel vulnerable. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to nearly knock you over,” he said politely again, and Violet huffed, throwing her hair over her shoulder as if she had total control of this. 

"Well, they do say you should look where you’re going,” she replied, and the man chuckled, standing back, and somehow, by standing back, he looked even taller. “Your right, next time I’ll be more careful,” he nodded. Violet was slightly surprised at his reaction. He expected a little fight from him from a sixteen-year-old girl. Had she hoped he was going to fight back against her? There was a quick silence before the man's eyes averted downward to the carpet. He bent down, his long legs bending and spreading as he reached down and picked up her cigerette, which must have dropped when she nearly crashed into him. He held it delicately between two fingers and held it up. 

“I’m guessing this belongs to you,” he said, raising a brow at her, and Violet stepped forward to snatch it from him. Not her sin stick; she needed that right now! "Yeah,” she said and reached for it, but the man snatched his hand back away from her, and she glared up at him. 

"Hey, give that back; that’s mine,” she ordered. 

“You don’t look old enough to be smoking.”.

“So, why do you care? You don’t know me,” she said, folding her arms across her chest, and the man smirked. 

“No, but it’s my duty to protect people, which means stopping this.” He held the cigerette out again, offering it to Violet, who leaped forward to grab it, but he pulled away again. It was like he was holding a carrot out to a donkey, teasing them to make them walk. 

"Well, mister, you might not know this, but smoking can’t kill you right away; why don’t you come save me in thirty years?”.

“You might be dead by then; it only takes a few of these, and you’ve got cancer,” he warned, and Violet huffed, almost stamping her feet. 

“How old are you?” He asked softly, and she glared up at him. 

“Who wants to know?” She teased back, and he smiled. 

“I won’t tell your parents if that’s what you’re worried about,” he assured, and she scoffed, laughing at him.

“My mom probably knows I smoke anyway, and my dad is probably off stealing something, so he won’t give a shit either,” she shrugged, and the man softened his gaze, a frown forming on his face. 

“I’m sorry to hear that,” he said genuinely, but Violet clicked her tongue against her cheek. 

"Yeah, everyone says that. Now can I have my cigarette back, please?” She held her hand out for it, and the man looked at it before looking back at her. 

“Tell me how old you are first,” he demanded. 

“Sixteen” 

“Who are you here with?” He asked.

“My mom. She works in administration for the office, and she invited me down.”.

“I hope you’re enjoying the dinner. I think there’s going to be a couple more speeches,” he said, and Violet rolled her eyes. What was with all the questions? All she wanted was her sin stick back to go and smoke, and this man was giving her none of it. 

“I would if I didn’t have to sit at that table with all her annoying colleagues. Look, are you going to give me that or not?” She argued, and the man smirked, lifting it up to inspect it before tucking it in the inside of his pocket. 

“You know I have a whole pack in my bag, right?” She smirked at him.

“I know, but at least you have one less now. Seriously, you should stop. You are only sixteen, and you have your whole life ahead of you. Besides, no one wants to kiss a smoker.”.

How dare he! Violet’s jaw dropped in shock, and her eyebrows furrowed in anger. Oh, she was really going to give him what for. Who does this guy think he is, talking to her like that? But as she went to open her mouth and spill out some dirty, offensive words, they never came. He stared down at her, towering over her with his immense height, and she suddenly went shy and intimidated, as if he had this power over her, his eyes holding back her ability to speak. Violet swallowed and took a safety step back from him. 

“I’ve kissed hundreds of boys,” she bragged, despite it being false. She had kissed a couple of guys, but not enough for it to be hundreds. The man chuckled under his breath, as if he straightaway knew it was a lie. 

“What’s your name?” He asked, and Violet looked at him for a moment before speaking. She didn’t have any attitude in her voice—no spiciness, no rebellion. Pure innocence and truthfulness. 

“Violet”.

“Like the flower,” he smiled, and before Violet could ask him his name, a loud eruption of clapping interrupted them, and the man looked ahead of the hallway. 

“I need to go; it was lovely to meet you, Violet,” he said with a certain air to his voice, and he began to walk down the hallway. 

“Hey, you didn’t tell me your name,” she shouted after him. 

“You’ll find out,” he called back, and he was gone. Violet took a breath, her stomach bouncing with all sorts of different feelings, as if she had been on a roller coast. Her shakes were gone, and the sudden urge to smoke had also slid away. Who the hell was that man, and why was he so interesting? Why was he still on her mind? What had he done to her to make her think about him as she walked back to the dinner table?

There was a soft hush around the hall before a man came to the microphone at a small podium. 

“Now I would like to welcome our General of the US Army; he is a former soldier of ours and has done this country great service. I have so much respect for him, and he would like to say a few words. So please give a round of applause to General James Barnes.” The hall erupted in a wave of clapping as a tall man, dressed in an impeccable suit of black with dazzling blue eyes, walked in the most sexy fashion to the podium and stood, shaking his hand with the host of the evening before turning his attention to the crowd. 

“Holy shit”.

Chapter 3

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Caught (Extended)

(( An extended version/different perspective of the ‘Little Moment’ I wrote titled ‘Caught’. It’s been a long time since I sort of dove in to how nasty and controlling I feel Gene can be, particularly towards Felix, who doesn’t know how to handle it. This has potential to be a multi-part fic, but we shall see! )) -----

“Has anyone seen Felix?” Gene raised his tiny arms in exasperation. The Nicelanders bustling around him shook their heads and shrugged.

“Oh I’m sure he’ll turn up soon! Don’t you worry,” Mary plastered on a smile, carrying a freshly baked pie.

“No, something is wrong. I can feel it,” the mayor wiggled his mustache after polishing off his morning martini. “I’m going to check on him.”

Gene had knocked a total of three times on the superintendent’s apartment door, which was uncharacteristically locked. Luckily for him, as the landlord, he had a copy of the keys. Flipping through his ring, he inserted the correct key into the knob and opened the door to a quiet living room.

“Felix?” Gene huffed as he searched the area. His eyes narrowed as he turned to the closed door into the handyman’s bedroom. Determined to get to the bottom of things, the tiny man burst in through the door, his anger growing when he spotted a sleeping lump in the bed.

“Felix!” he shouted. “What’s gotten into you? The arcade opens in five minutes!”

The handyman shot up, shirtless, slowly followed by a second figure; a tall, blonde woman with hardly anything on.

“What the—Who the?!” The mayor could barely string words together, his face turning red.

“Gene!” Felix squeaked, hopping off the mattress, just in his boxers as he attempted to usher the Nicelander out the door. “Please! Let Miss Calhoun and I get decent!”

“You?!” Gene remembered that name, having briefly met the sergeant at a party a week ago. He’d hardly recognized her without all that ghastly armor on.

“Nice of you to remember me,” Tamora smirked over her shoulder, pulling up her camo pants.

“Her?!” the mayor spat at Felix. The handyman’s face soured and he pushed Gene through the bedroom door, locking it.

Felix's face glowed bright red as he turned around to face his lady. Grabbing two fistfuls of his light brown hair, he let out a long, tapered whine as he suppressed a scream.

“I knew this would happen,” he berated himself. “I mean, I didn’t know. But I did.”

“Deep breaths, Fix-It.”

“How are you so calm?” the 8-bit was beside himself. “You were half naked in front of a strange man!”

“Being one of the very few women in the corps, you get desensitized to that pretty quickly,” Tamora explained. “Sorry to tell you, but you’re far from the only man I’ve ever undressed in front of. Besides, who cares what that little squeaker toy thinks?”

“I do!” the handyman lamented as he pulled up his jeans. “Tammy, I live with these people. I work with them and for them every single day. For thirty years I’ve been their perfect, dedicated and trustworthy hero. And now that pretty picture they’ve painted of me will forever be tarnished…”

“You sure know how to make a girl feel special,” the sergeant quipped.

“I’m serious, Tammy,” Felix whimpered. “You don’t know what they can be like, how Gene can be when he disapproves…”

Tamora’s wry smile withered, but before she could reach out a fevered knocking rapped at the handyman’s door.

“Three minutes!” Gene shouted from the other side.

“Save yourself, my lady,” Felix whispered, throwing open his window that led out to the fire escape. Handing the sergeant her cruiser as she ducked through the opening, he gave a quick peck on the cheek. “I’ll see you at quittin’ time.”

“I’ll be waiting,” she smiled, grasping his white shirt collar to give the handyman a proper parting kiss. He couldn’t help the pang of uncertainty as she took off.

Turning around, Felix grabbed his work shirt, slipping it on before thrusting open his bedroom door.

“Uh-huh,” Gene huffed, zoning in on the open window behind the hero. “Sneaking off like a two-bit criminal. You sure know how to pick ‘em.”

“Do I?” Felix spoke impassively, brushing past the mayor and finishing buttoning up his uniform.

“Oh you sure do,” Gene insisted, shadowing the handyman as he walked to the entryway where his toolbelt hung on the wall. “First Pauline, and now…this woman!”

“Tamora,” Felix corrected, exiting the apartment with the mayor at his heels. “And as I recall, you all did the matchmaking when it came to Pauline and I…”

“Biggest mistake I ever made,” Gene huffed, bumping into the handyman when he turned around.

“Can I remind you that the major problem you had with Pauline is that she had an amicable relationship with Donkey Kong, and advocated the concept that ‘good’ and ‘bad’ went beyond our programming? And now we all know that she was right.”

His point made, Felix continued down the hall and to the stairwell, ignoring the tenants that peeked out of their apartments curiously as the arguing pair strolled by.

“She was a troublemaker, and a bad influence,” Gene huffed, trying to keep up with the handyman as they descended. “And clearly this Tamora is no different.”

“I’m starting to think that you just don’t want me to be happy,” Felix said in an eerily calm tone.

“That’s ridiculous. We just want the best for you. We’ve done nothing but love and support you all these years!”  

A pit formed in the handyman’s stomach, all too familiar with his turning point in their arguments. Face flushing and heart beat rising, Felix wished for an escape as he burst through the double doors to the outside. Tucking in his shirt and pulling the rest of himself together, he made for his starting position.

“It’s always like this with you,” Gene wagged a stubby finger, barking at the handyman’s ankles still. “One little thing doesn’t go your way, you act like a petulant child!

Felix stood on his mark, brows furrowed and heart crumbling.

“Arcade’s opening,” he murmured, hesitant to say more. He unconsciously held his breath until the mayor left his side to enter the building. Letting it out with a shaky exhale, the handyman steeled himself, eager to get through the day…

“Uh, hey–” a welcomed voice approached gently.

“Ralph,” Felix spun around, struggling to tamp down his agitation as he put on his gloves. “Do me a favor and please throw our dear mayor as hard and as far as you can today.” He took a moment to look up into his friend’s wide, unblinking eyes. “Just chuck him, please.”

[boyinthevoide]

CW: Rape mention, homophobia mention, references to child abuse.

One of my favorite things about Heathers the Musical (haven't seen the film) is how a lot of the characters actions, while objectively very bad, make sense.

And example: Kurt Kelly and Ram Sweeney seem like just two teenage dickheads, pushing people around because they can. Makes you think "why are they like this?"

And then, in the scene directly before Big Fun (Act One, Scene 5), we as the audience meet Paul Kelly and Bill Sweeney- Kurt and Ram's respective dads.

And immediately from the way they talk and the way they treat their sons, you can instantly tell "oh. That's why."

The full dialogue is this (referencing the West End version due to me being more familiar with that version):

RAM'S DAD. Okay, Ram. Have fun tonight, but I expect you to act your age. The Hendersons have the phone number for the cabin. If they call to complain, I'm gonna drive back here and knock the sand out of your diapers.

RAM. Dude! What am I, five?

RAM'S DAD. I'm your dad, not your dude.

KURT'S DAD. That goes double for you, Kurt. You're a guest in Bill's house and you will treat it with respect.

KURT. Sure thing. Dude.

(RAM cracks up laughing. KURT'S DAD takes the challenge in stride, smiling. Then, to RAM'S DAD:)

KURT'S DAD. Hold his arms.

(RAM'S DAD grabs KURT's arms. KURT'S DAD puts his son in a headlock, laughing.)

KURT'S DAD. Who's a great big sissy? Who's going to prom in a bright pink dress (OP's note: If Kurt had made it to prom he should have worn a dress, he'd rock a dress.)? Who's a sissy?

KURT. Ow! Okay, me! I'm a sissy, I'm a big fat sissy.

(The DADS release KURT.)

KURT'S DAD. Darn right. Enjoy your party, son.

RAM'S DAD. Punch it in.

(The DADS punch it in and exit.)

Just from this one interaction, it becomes immediately obvious why Kurt and Ram act the way they do- because their examples of how they should be are their dads, who they mimic in so many ways, most obvious in the "punch it in!" that both so commonly do. While this doesn't excuse anything Kurt and Ram do- they're still homophobic rapists- it makes it make sense. It lets you look and go "oh. That's why they act like this. Because their examples of 'manly men' act like this."

And, of course, the other, more subtle example of this is J.D. There's little hints about his dad sprinkled throughout just his first proper conversation with Veronica in a 711 (Act One, Scene 4). Lines like "The old man seems to love tearing things down.", "[That's your dad?] In all his toxic glory.", "When mom was alive/We lived halfway normal/Now it's just me and my dad/We're less formal/I learned to cook pasta/I learned to pay rent/learned the world doesn't owe you a cent." paint a not-pretty picture of J.D.'s home life. And then when we meet Big Bud Dean, J.D's father, he seems to live up to J.D's description, telling his son to "get rid of" his girlfriend, describing to said girlfriend (Veronica) how he'd blow up a suburban house before darkly asking where she lives. He immediately has very bad vibes. Then later, right before I Say No, in Act Two, Scene 4, we see Big Bud Dean again. J.D. starts off the scene arguing with Veronica after she shouts about murdering three classmates, how they could have gone to prison if they'd believed her. As soon as Veronica gets him to calm down a little, Big Bud Dean appears, telling J.D. to get in the car and ignoring whatever might have been happening a second ago. When J.D. says he's busy, Big Bud Dean leans in and says, and I quote,

"Lotta pretty women out there, sport. I can make another son any time I want."

Not to mention every implied moment of past abuse throughout the show.

So while having a shitty dad doesn't excuse J.D.'s actions, it does give them an amount of sense. Since his mother died, he's only ever been shown cruelty from a clearly quite violent (and possibly murderous) father. Of course he seems to think people can't change, that he and the only person he trusts, Veronica, are judge, jury and executioner for the less pure people of the world.

However, one of the many messages I think Heathers puts out is "Just because you have been hurt does not give you the right to hurt others."

Just because Kurt and Ram and J.D. have been hurt by people who shouldn't be doing such things to them does not mean they have a pass to hurt others.

This has been a lecture from someone who relates to J.D. but understands he's still wrong.

[greysanatomy-adulteresswhore]

New Beginnings

Summery: Y/n y/l/n is a new intern, she is excited to meet her compitition, and make some friends.

Characters: Meredith, Christina, Izzy, George, Alex, Chief, Baily.

Type: fluff, just doctor life and making friends.

Warnings: everything you would find in a hospital. No gender mentioned. No age is mentioned, assumed to be young. The reader has a famous father, known for his plastic surgery.

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Today is the day, the day i start to work in a real hospital. Part of me is nervous, part of me is so excited, i could pop like a ballon. I reach the hospital and park, i see a group of people walking towards the door. I follow them in and make my way to the OR, where the chief said to meet at. Once i make it i see the chief standing there, looking over everyone.

"Welcome to Seattle Grace Hospital." He says. "Im your chief, Dr. Webber." He says. I turn and see a girl who's a bit later then everyone else. Chief Webber goes on and on about how hard this is gonna be, and i can start to feel my insecurity setting in. I look around and people are glaring at others. I try to smile.

After Chief shows us around, he lets us eat and then go to the locker room. I see a man, whos name is George approach the girl that was late.

"M-my name is George O'mally a-and i uh... wanted to say hello" he says awkwardly. The girl snorts but smiles.

"Meredith Grey." She introduces herself. I pause.

"THE Meredith Grey? Daughter of Ellis Grey?" I ask, slightly stunned. Meredith looks a bit dejected but nods. I sorta feel bad. People must say that all the time and never talk about her. I know that feeling.

"Sorry, lovely to meet you. Im Y/n, Y/n Y/l/n." I smile and hold out my hand. Meredith smiles and takes it.

"I believe my mom worked with your father." She says. I nod.

"They did." I beam a bit. Another girl pops into the conversation.

"Its crazy how you two work together now, like your parents did." She says. She was blonde and quite beautiful. "Im Izzy Stevens." She smiles. I nod and so does meredith. Another guy tells us to shut up. I look at his tag and it says Alex Karev.

"Dont be so prissy Karev. It wont get you very far." I say, side eyeing him. A girl sits next to me and Meredith.

"I like you two already, your not annoying." She says. Her tag says Christina Yang. I smile and in walks a short black women.

"Alright. I need Grey, O'mally, Stevens, Y/l/n, Yang, and Karev." She shouts and everyone she called walks out. I can hear her mutter something along the lines of, "too many interns." We stop walking and she looks at all of us.

"Im Doctor Miranda Bailey. I have five rules. Memorize them. Rule number one: Don't bother sucking up. I hate you. That's not gonna change. Trauma protocol, phone list, pagers" she points to stuff on the counter. "nurses will page you. You will answer every page at a run. A run! That's rule number two. Your first shift starts now and lasts 48 hours. You're interns, grunts, nobodies, bottom of the surgical food chain. You run labs, write orders, work every second and night until you drop, and don't complain." She says as we keeo walking. "On-call rooms. Attendings hog them. Sleep when you can where you can, which brings me to rule number three. If I'm sleeping, don't wake me unless your patient is dying. Rule four: The dying patient better not be dead when I get there. Not only will you have killed someone, you woke me for no reason. We clear?" Everyone nods, but meredith raises her hand. "Yes?"

"You said five rules. That was only four." She says. Dr. Bailey sighs and looks at her pager.

"When i move, you move." She says and her pager beeps. We all rush with her.

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By the end of the day, i have been cursed at, given weird stares, thanked, and thrown up on. I make it back to the locker room and sit down. I cant help but smile. I hear 2 voices and Meredith and Christina walk in.

"Why are you smiling?" Christina asks snarkly.

"When i came here, i thought i would wanna leave. I thought everyone would be against me. But i suppose i can tolerate you guys." I smile and i can see Meredith smiling. Even christina has a smirk on her face.

"Your sappy." Christina says with an annoyed tone. I chuckle.

Yea, maybe this wont be so bad.

[youcallyourselfafilmcritic]

Here are events in Madame Web I will say as dispassionately as possible (spoilers obviously). I am not making these up:

-Ezekiel-the villain-wants the spider to become rich unlike Cassie's mom who wants to use them for healing. 20 years later he is rich. It's never explained how he made his wealth with this one spider if he didn't use it for medical purposes

-He murders their exploratory team the SECOND they find the spider even though it would make more sense to use them to get safely out of the Amazon and then double cross them once he can safely get away

-He shoots Cassie's mom in a struggle. It's implied this is because she's pregnant but it's weird with how quickly he kills the other guys and as she's holding the spider this would be a way easier way to resolve their scuffle

-The actor is ADR'd in every scene he's in and they go out of their way to make this obvious. Like he either speaks offscreen or they obscure his mouth in some way-he's also out of sync in certain points

-The main character nearly drowns. Twice. My guess is this is a motif because her powers get activated the first time and she becomes more Madame Web-y the second time and she was born in a pool while her mother dies-however for a movie that explains everything like you're a moron this is not made very clear and feels repetitive

-Uncle Ben is a supporting character and Cassie's best friend. Mary is a another supporting character, for some reason played by Emma Roberts. Peter Parker's birth is a plot point. Richard Parker is awkwardly absent for the whole movie and they heavily imply Ben has only just met May though they don't name her

-The scene inferring to May is them at the hospital eating Chinese food. Ben says because Cassie's fortune cookie fortune is smudged they will "never eating here again". They are not eating at the restaurant-they got take out

-They set up a character only to kill him off about five minutes later. This is meant to be emotional. It's done in such an awkwardly stilted way it reminded me of this:

-Cassie reacts in shock and confusion to her future vision powers AT LEAST FIVE DIFFERENT TIMES before she gets a grip on them. This includes a scene of her saving a pigeon in her apartment which felt like a reshoot because Sony thinks their audience is really fucking stupid

-We only see Julia Mattie and Anya suit up in flashforwards in two really brief scenes. This doesn't even last 3 minutes

-Ezekiel's plan involve.s seducing an NSA agent to steal her clearance (keep in mind this movie takes place in 2003). He has a nightmare about the Spider-Women killing him and discusses it really bluntly with this woman post-coitus. As in straight up tells her he dreams of his death. She has zero reaction like a normal person for about 4 minutes before reaching for her gun. This scene goes on a painfully long time and it cannot be overstated part of his plan relies on her going to bed with him so he can get the clearance password

-Mattie crosses paths with Cassie right at the beginning flipping off her ambulance. This movie takes place in 2003 New York-there is absolutely 0 way you are that rude to first responders without getting crucified

-Actually while I'm here the "coincidence" thing is brought up cause Cassie ran into all three of the girls and obviously has a past with the man trying to kill her (unbeknownst to her at the time). This could be how they try to explain the Parkers being in this. This is either a desperate sequel hook or them lazily explaining how convenient the script is cause it does not really come up again-you decide!

-Ezekiel's not Spider-Man suit is the funniest thing I've ever seen. I laugh every single time it's onscreen

-Cassie is framed as a kidnapper after Sydney Sweeney shouts that she is and then steals a taxi and shoves the three girls in the back. This becomes a plot point once. It's never brought up again

-Cassie removes the plates of the taxi and drops them right next to the cab. She doesn't even attempt to get rid of them

-She also abandons the girls in the middle of the woods by themselves so she can go back to her apartment to get her mom's notes. She doesn't know how Ezekiel is tracking them so she is just going on blind faith that they'll be safe

-Cassie never once looked into her mother's notes in the presumably 30 years she's had them. This may be because she has anger over her mother. This is brought up at Mary's baby shower (really painfully) and then never again until it's resolved

-May as well mention it here-the acting is awful. From everyone-equally terrible. The three girls are trying with what little they're given-it doesn't help that they are slapped on sympathetic backstories really haphazardly and never stand out outside of being a unit

-There is a sequence with kind of a clever set up where Cassie has to time the song Toxic to her future vision to stop Ezekiel killing the girls. However when shown it's faster to get to their location cutting through trees she reverses the cab onto the main road. Despite time being a factor and something like what happens-she getting stuck behind a lorry-not really something she needs to be concerned. Keep in mind she saves the girls by driving the taxi into the diner so the car's safety is not really an issue

-Cassie, now a fugitive of the law accused of kidnapping and actually driving a cab into a diner, decides it's best to fly to Peru and abandons the girls AGAIN (at least this time she unloads them onto Ben). We see the fugitive drive away in the banged up taxi after going back to Queens to drop the girls off and there's a time cut showing a plane flying into Peru implying she made it. It is never explained how she got to Peru

-Some guy that's part of the magic spider people's tribe drops massive amounts of exposition onto her. This character is seen once in the opening promising Cassie's mom she will tell her all this and is never seen again after this

-When Cassie gets back from Peru she is driving the same fucked up cab. She then steals an ambulance to replace it after paramedics conveniently drive up next door to Ben's (not there to help Mary with her pregnancy of course-that would make sense-but that's already been used to get the girls away from Cassie to set off this climax-it's just an easy out for her yet again as she uses the klaxon to get through traffic

-She sets off fireworks inexplicably stockpiled in a Pepsi-Cola factory and one of them removes a wall that helps our heroes. It is a very specifically powered firework

-All the girls are put in dilemmas on the roof that is framed as a choice for Cassie but she instead gets her powers to astral project herself. My friend described it as like something out of a Tell Tale game-it's as contrived as it sounds

-Cassie calls a chopper to save them. Cassie sets off the fireworks and uses their powers to guess where they're coming from to dodge them. Her stupidity in combining these plans results in a firework hitting the chopper destroying it

-Incidentally the fireworks have some of the most convenient directions ever conceived in the history of fireworks. Same with how strong they actually are

-The Pepsi-Cola sign is part of the climax as has been revealed. What you may not know is that the villain of this movie dies being crushed by the P falling on him

-When Cassie nearly drowns the second time her face gets hit by one of the fireworks. This is how she goes blind. It''s also how she got her facial scarring. It's also presumably how she becomes wheelchair dependant

-Peter Parker's birth is framed through hospital curtains that look like webs

-Despite being a fugitive of the law who destroyed property and stole an ambulance IN THE MIDDLE OF A CALL Cassie ends up in hospital with 0 complications legally speaking

-A nurse comes in and asks if the three girls are kin. Cassie says they are. The nurse immediately leaves without question

-We only see Madame Web's outfit at the tail end of the film. They desperately want to sequel hook this fucking thing

I'm probably forgetting things

[christian-is-a-dumb-boy]

Before I start, if you happen to find stumble onto this, this is for a class that I'm in. I choose Tumblr because I realized that it's actually a very good place to do this assignment and it would be very fun and interesting to make a Visual Essay here and with my themes too, which is very Tumblr and Pinterest like (which is where I got many of these photos from). If you are in my class, I'm sorry that I came up with this idea. My Visual Essay - Media Throughout the Years and How it Shaped who I Am. By Christian M.

2010 - 2012 was a unique time for fashion. There was still some 2000's elements in our fashion, and these photos show that. It's really iconic how everybody dressed like a wealthy suburban mother despite being a 16 year old named Amber from Albany, Georgia. Fashion in this era was about looking and dressing older, and we see this in our media too. Pretty Little Liars had girls who were supposed to be 15 but dressed like 23 year old interns from NYC, and Nene Leakes literally wore the second outfit in her "The Ghetto" meme from Real Housewives of Atlanta. I was five in 2010, so obviously I wasn't dressing like this, but I thought every teen just looked old because of how they dress despite having one green streak and braces.

This type of being older mentality also was in our music at the time, but in a different way. I love early 2010's music because everybody just was going down the electro pop pipeline, and all of the songs were good. One of my favorite songs back then was Selena Gomez's 'Love You Like a Love Song", which is really underrated. It's just peak early 2010s wannabe futuristic pop, because the song has some techno in it when Selena sings. I was a huge Selena fan already because of Wizards of Waverly Place, and this song changed my life (being dramatic but you get the idea). She isn't the only one that does this. Kesha was well known for doing this and again, Kesha made some bangers. The music was all about sounding like the future, while the casual fashion was about looking older. https://open.spotify.com/track/0laYHRpNTS6i8FXdupHkJ4?si=209bee3a44664ce9 https://open.spotify.com/track/3pYDZTJM2tVBUhIRifWVzI?si=cc6cacc99b024f27

Oh 2013, how you were just....bad for casual fashion. This is where I remember analyzing what people wore and noticing what was trendy and what we liked. It was bad. Teal tops that said 'Pink' literally held us at gunpoint to wear them. I was never really experimented with clothing as a kid because in my opinion, most of the boys clothing at the time was bad, which is why all of the photos are gonna be women's clothing because they either look good, or iconically bad. That was a pet peeve with me whenever we went shoe shopping. The girl shoes were colorful and had personality while the boy shoes were black and white, or an ugly neon green or orange in some random lines if you took gym too seriously at age 8. This is when I wished I was a teen in 2013 because 2013 tumblr hipster and grunge fashion was something that I wished to lived in.

2013 music was really good or bad. Despite coming out in 2009, Party in the U.S.A I feel like was huge in 2013 which made everybody (including me) to wear American flag shirts, pants, and bathing suits. One amazing song from 2013 was Demi Lovato's Heart Attack. Back in her prime, she made some hits, and one of them was this song (Shout out to Give Your Heart a Break too, another amazing hit). It was bad for me. I only had Episode (that story app) because Demi was in it. Demi and Heart Attack accidently created my first internet phase, and it's something that Demi Lovato that has nothing to do it but still needs to pay the price for.

You saw these images and probably went "Chris, how the hell did Demi Lovato made 9 year old you into a anime fan and why?" in your head, and I'll tell you how and why! So like I said, obsessed with Heart Attack when I was a kid, and while I was on YouTube searching for the song, I found this video of Heart Attack, but in the title, it had the words 'nightcore video' in it, and it had Taiga (short girl in the first photo) in her angel outfit from ToraDora (which I never watched until recently and I recommend it along with the other three). If you don't know what nightcore is, it's just song sped up to make the singer sound anime like (which they didn't but regardless I still ate that shit up). These are top tier shows, honestly. I honestly think mostly everybody in my class would like Yuri on Ice (because it's an creative english class). https://open.spotify.com/track/5w24qGKT4DHCKHKU0jPlcK?si=df10a0191d3441ee

Every queer kid had a musical phase. That's just how it is. I don't make the rules for it. I was also that queer kid. My 5th grade teacher, Mr. DeBell, told my class in 2015 that there was a musical about Alexander Hamilton, and played You'll Be Back. I was hooked. Listened to the soundtrack regularly and found other musicals like Be More Chill, Dear Evan Hansen, Every Starkids musical. I'm a terrible singer, but I'm still gonna try belting First Burn. This was also the year I had my Percy Jackson phase, another queer kid staple. I found Percy so charming and Nico so cute in the books and it's so embarrassing, yet so funny. The Percy Jackson Musical was the first musical I ever saw too because we went on a school field trip for it. https://open.spotify.com/track/1A2gifkaEngunqZAFHUS0j?si=c753e346c04141e7

You just saw these images and are either cringing at me, cringing at younger you, or both. 2016 was where my "edgy" phase started. I wasn't edgy in the way every other guy in 2016 was edgy, if anything, cringe culture would've bullied me, but I just liked those angry "emo" songs and disturbing anime's. This is also when I discovered punk, alt, emo and goth fashion, which is all different thing and I don't care what people say, those types of fashions have always look good. People who dressed like that, especially now because cringe culture has been making a comeback, are being harassed but they are really the sweetest and down to earth people ever. People who dressed alt, or punk, or goth were always nice to me and I will always defend them. I personally don't dress like that because I was called emo for wearing a black jacket and black pants in the winter in New York, so obviously people don't like that type of fashion where I'm from, and also if you know me in real life, you know I'm a 5'6 year old guy who has the face of a twink (Tyler Oakley let's be honest), so I don't think I could pull it off. But if you look at my profile picture, it's what I would dress like if I could pull it off, and I probably would kill a fragile, sickly Victorian child before the black plaque reaches them if they saw this version of me.

These were all from different time periods except for the top picture. For 2015 - 2018 fashion that was considered "emo" or punk or goth, it wasn't but that's what i grew up on. These had a gripe on us back in 2015. I remember seeing so many people on youtube wearing that striped school girl skirt and people in pinterest showing off their cat stocking. other alt or "alt" fashion were band shirts, specifically PATD and TOP, flannels, short hair but very long hair in the front, stockings in general.

A few years later, in 2019, I got into K-pop. I wish I had a unique story but I don't. My exe who's also a close friend of mine now was just playing a K-pop song because he also likes it and it was TWIT by Hwasa and it was catchy to me, so I looked it up, found out that she was in a group, Mamamoo, and that was it. I listened to a few songs before like obviously Gangnam Style and Gentleman by PSY when they blew up and also Like This by Wonder Girls (who are legends) when I was a kid. My top three groups in their debut order are Girl's Generation (2007), Rania (2011) and TWICE (2015). If you ever wanna give the genre a try, Girl's Generation and TWICE are the two groups to listen to, as someone who of course loves and also used those two groups to get other people into K-pop both accidentally or on purpose.

I think it's really funny how 12 year old me was listening to "sad" music and music that is just "so deep and so meaningful" and then 14 - 16 year old me listened to just the most upbeat and happy, catchy music (Rania's is the only one that isn't cheerful, their music is very camp if you know what that means). https://open.spotify.com/track/6qyz1KOlGJsKYJ4ZsRmRSD?si=7cd52297243b4301 https://open.spotify.com/track/2BQIMF7CyLe2xAKzh74A4C?si=ff220ef47b3143f2 https://open.spotify.com/track/1utDFK1ARQcuZSwapf3cfb?si=97492c9682a74e12

I am really excited to see what college me is gonna get into. I still like most of these things, and it'll be interesting to see what similar new stuff are gonna come out in the next few years.

[newmusickarl]

Top 50 Albums of 2022: #40-31

40. Present Tense by Yumi Zouma

As ever the Music Twitter community have handed me some incredible recommendations over the last 12 months, and one strong favourite came earlier this year from Twitter pal Kiley Larsen (@kilarzleesen) and his Check This Out! blog. 2022 was flush with great dream pop records with the likes of Cannons and Beach House narrowly missing out on a spot in this list, but my pick of the bunch was the mesmerising fourth album from New Zealand’s Yumi Zouma.

The sound of a band hitting their stride, this is gorgeous, string-tinged dream-pop that will frequently move you and whisk you away to some place magical. Front-to-back this is just a blissful 34-minute listen, with a special shout out to Haunt, Of Me And You, If I Had A Heart For Chasing, Mona Lisa and Astral Projection, which are probably my five favourites from the sub-genre all year.

Best tracks: Haunt, Of Me and You, Astral Projection

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39. Sing With Abandon by VLMV

Every year there are multiple albums that fly under the radar and don’t get the attention they deserve. One of the big ones for me this year was this absolutely spellbinding album from London-based ambient post-rock outfit, VLMV.

If you are partial to soaring instrumentals from the likes of Mogwai, Explosions In The Sky and Godspeed You! Black Emperor, then do not sleep on this album. Boasting haunting, beautifully atmospheric, string-drenched soundscapes, it makes for a constantly enchanting and spine-tingling listen. With the album almost a 50/50 split between complete instrumentals and some vocal-led pieces, the moments when the soft ethereal harmonies come in really take the record to another level. On tracks like There Are Mountains Underneath Us, For Empire and The Navigator, it adds just another dimension to the melancholic beauty that seeps out of every pore of this record.

Also perfect winter listening!

Best tracks: For Empire, There Are Mountains Underneath Us, The Navigator

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38. Radiate Like This by Warpaint

There were more than a few welcome comebacks in 2022, with one of the top ones being the re-emergence of American indie rockers Warpaint, who returned with their first new album in six long years.

Whilst Radiate Like This mostly sticks to Warpaint’s usual winning formula of understated, wonderfully chilled-out guitar grooves, the big difference this time is the emotional heartbeat of the record. It’s the same four women that first captivated the world with their dreamy shoegaze sound over a decade ago, but their perspective has changed as they’ve grown and that shines through in the writing here. Across this collection of songs, they explore motherhood, relationships, and their own lasting friendship with one another, as only they can - in a shimmering haze of desert rock that indeed radiates.

Welcome back Warpaint, please don’t leave it so long next time!

Best tracks: Champion, Melting, Trouble

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37. Fear Fear by Working Men’s Club

With their first album placing 13th in my final Albums of 2020 list, whilst also being my highest rated debut of that year, Yorkshire industrial synth-pop outfit Working Men’s Club had given themselves a tough act to follow. However just two years on, Fear Fear arrived packed with songs troubled by loss, panic, isolation and trepidation – perfect for the times.

Just like their debut, the album’s dark underbelly is glossily sheened over thanks to the neon-soaked drench of pulsating, nostalgia-laced electronica. Addictive lead single Widow is my personal highlight, carrying shades of New Order and the spirit of the 90s Madchester rave scene, with a wonderfully hypnotic central synth groove.

With a dark, moody aura, lots of fun sonic exploration and plenty of replay ability, Working Men’s Club continue to ride their wave of momentum on this very solid second outing that is just as fun as their brilliant debut.

Best tracks: Widow, Ploys, Cut

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36. Every Moment, Everything You Need by Deserta

Another album recommended to me earlier this year by Kiley and then duly reminded of its greatness recently by Twitter Shoegaze guru Stevy (@StevyK1973), this majestic second album from Matthew Doty is something quite special to behold.

Bringing together those atmospheric walls of sound synonymous with shoegaze alongside some welcome synth and dream-pop stylings, Matthew’s second Deserta album is an utterly awe-inspiring listen from beginning to end. The fact that Every Moment… was recorded at home during the pandemic while Doty was continuing his day job as a nurse makes it even more impressive.

There’s plenty of highlights here too courtesy of some dreamy melancholic soundscapes, with Far From Over my personal favourite, standing out as the album’s glistening six-minute centrepiece. Elsewhere, I’m So Tired is the record’s most pure pop moment with its scintillating melody, It’s All A Memory hits you like a gentle breeze amidst a siren of synths, and Goodbye Vista is just a gorgeous glide across some towering guitar weaves towards the end.

Overall, this is an incredibly enchanting record and I’m so grateful to have had this one sent my way several times this year, as it’s turned into a really big favourite – so huge thanks to both Kiley and Stevy for the recommendation!

Best tracks: Far From Over, Goodbye Vista, I’m So Tired

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35. Hugo by Loyle Carner

Hip-hop as a genre has had an absolutely massive 2022 and I think I could’ve easily made a separate list just for all the great rap records this year. Although I couldn’t find space for them all here with heavyweight records from the likes of Vince Staples, Denzel Curry, Nas and Billy Woods all just missing out, there’s still several that have made the final cut. The first to feature in my year-end list is the dazzling third album from young British wordsmith, Loyle Carner.

Hugo finds the rapper back on top form, as he eloquently explores racial identity and fatherhood across the album’s brilliant 10 tracks. Usually friendly, calm and collected, opener Hate finds Carner in an angry and defiant mood, as he puts the world to rights over racial inequality and injustice against an infectious piano-driven beat. Recent single Nobody Knows is then a soulful exploration of his heritage whilst Georgetown is a Madlib produced track that is interspersed with spoken word poetry from Afro-Guyanese playwright, John Agard.

As great as the singles are though its arguably the album tracks that hit the hardest here, as Speed of Plight sees Loyle let loose his frustrations over a brilliant electronic beat, whilst Polyfilla and A Lasting Place show off his softer side with a pair of beautifully written, piano-backed pieces.

As a huge fan of his Mercury Prize-nominated debut Yesterday’s Gone, it’s been great to hear Loyle back to his best in 2022 and producing one of my favourite hip-hop releases of the year.

Best tracks: Hate, A Lasting Place, Speed of Plight

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34. Stellar Drifting by George Fitzgerald

Speaking of genres that have had an amazing 2022, there has been a real abundance of fantastic electronic records this year. Again whilst I sadly couldn’t include them all, a shout out to the likes of Bonobo, Brothertiger, Daniel Avery, Hot Chip, Lane 8, Kavinsky, Moderat, HAAi and Mall Grab, who are just some of the artists who have helped make this year a hallmark one for synth-soaked, mind-bending sonic whirlpools. However, representing the genre is my personal favourite from this brilliant bunch, the imaginative latest outing from Mr George Fitzgerald.

Titled Stellar Drifting, this third album from George began life with him using pictures of stars and galaxies and turning them into audio wavelengths. From there he would build the sounds out, until they eventually became the 10 tracks found on Stellar Drifting. Cosmonaut Alley takes the listener on a journey across Jupiter whilst The Last Transmission imagines a spaceman’s final message to Earth. Therapeutic and uplifting, this collection of ambient tracks will charm, soothe and relax in equal measure. Amidst all the celestial wonder, there’s some great collaborations to be found too with George teaming up with the likes of Panda Bear (Passed Tense), SOAK (Rainbows and Dreams), Ellie Goulding (Cold) and London Grammar (The Last Transmission).

As a huge fan of George’s last album All That Must Be – which also finished in my Top 20 Albums of the Year back in 2018 - I’m pleased that this latest effort is as equally spellbinding. Magically constructed from cosmic patterns, it’s an interstellar trip that you’ll want to take again and again.

Best tracks: Cold, Passed Tense, Setting Sun

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33. Cub by Wunderhorse

One of 2022’s biggest surprise packages and another one of the year’s top debuts. Having seen that Wunderhorse (the solo project from Jacob Slater, the former frontman of now-split London outfit The Dead Pretties) were due to support Fontaines D.C. on their UK tour, I dived into this record back in October to get a heads up on what I could expect to hear and see. With no expectation going in, I was quite frankly blown away with what I found.

On this brilliant solo debut, Slater serves up a blistering collection of country-infused rock songs with plenty of replay value. Leader of the Pack draws big shades to Lynyrd Skynyrd’s Sweet Home Alabama but without the cringe, whilst Purple is a heartfelt track reminiscent of some of Idlewild’s more melodic cuts. After Teal’s bluesy guitar slides, Poppy then offers up big Stone Roses vibes with plenty of added haze. All that said, Slater arguably saves the best moment for last as the aptly-titled Epilogue delivers a raw, coming-of-age track, drawing comparisons to Nirvana as the pained acoustic-backed vocals steadily build into a big, grungy finale.

If you are a fan of rock music or any of the bands mentioned above and ended up having this album bypass you during the year, then definitely give Cub a spin. It really is an excellent introduction to Wunderhorse’s chameleonic sound and chances are, like me, you’ll find plenty to enjoy.

Best tracks: Leader of the Pack, Purple, Epilogue

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32. Where Myth Becomes Memory by Rolo Tomassi

There wasn’t too many metal records that captured my imagination in 2022 (although further recommendations always welcome!), however one early year highlight did leave a lasting impression to make it onto this countdown – this majestic sixth album from Sheffield metalcore outfit, Rolo Tomassi.

The charm of Rolo Tomassi’s music has always been how they manage to seamlessly marry the beautiful with the ugly. This is characterised in their music by effortless switches between frontwoman Eva Korman’s gentle clean vocals to her loud screams, as well as jumps from melodic electronica over to brutal, pummelling metal riffs. This is again what they lead with on Where Myth Becomes Memory, however now with years of songcraft under their belt, it has become second nature to them. The compositions are masterfully constructed and more refined, with various pieces from across their musical spectrum intricately sewn together.

Almost Always is the perfect scene-setter, a glorious six-and-a-half-minute opener of hazy noise, spine-tingling vocals and ambient piano. Mesmeric 2021 single Cloaked is then propelled initially by a mind-melting heavy central riff and Eva’s aggressive vocals, however towards the back end it morphs into a twinkly pop song contrasted against some crushing drums and thrashing guitars.

From there, Tomassi pretty much spend the album swaying between divine beauty and ferocious anger, with gorgeous piano-driven pieces like Closer and Stumbling sandwiched between more high-octane cuts like Labyrinthine, Drip and Prescience. It all plays out like a captivating trapeze act, with not a single dull moment to be found.

The isolation of lockdown has clearly given them the time to fine-tune these songs and their flawless waltz between the angelic and the punishing has never been more enthralling. This album set the bar for other metal albums early on in 2022 and in the end, for me at least, nothing toppled it.

Best tracks: Closer, Prescience, The End of Eternity

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31. The Family / TM by Brockhampton

It is never fun when a band you love decide to call it a day, however when they go out on such a high and with a sense of finality to their work, it can really help soften the blow. Thankfully that closure is what rap troupe Brockhampton gave to their fans as a parting gift when they finally split up in 2022, delivering not one but two great albums to round off their tumultuous but rewarding decade together.

Taking inspiration from Frank Ocean’s Endless/Blonde release a few years back, the two albums were delivered back-to-back on consecutive days in November, with The Family emerging first and feeling more like the band’s definitive final album. On that record, group leader Kevin Abstract takes centre stage and essentially presents a whirlwind tour of Brockhampton’s entire journey – from their initial meetings on a Kanye West Fan Forum, through to their supersonic rise to stardom, as well as the reasons behind their eventual split. Each chapter is short and snappy, with most of the tracks either well under or just over two minutes long.

As a project to close the book on Brockhampton, they really couldn’t have asked for a better swan song – not only is it one of their finest albums to date but also one of the very best hip-hop records all year. Lyrically it is sharply written, the mix of hard electronic-driven beats and soul samples is dazzling, and the performance from Abstract is also both frequently impressive and heartfelt. There’s a bucketload of highlights and eclectic sonic treats throughout, but the eponymous closer is the one that ends up hitting the hardest. A string-soaked, real gut-punch of a finale, it sees Kevin bidding a touching final farewell to the band and all its members.

Before fans could even fully process The Family, a day later TM arrived featuring a collection of songs that were started by the group during a two-week stint in California last year but were never originally completed during those sessions. Now finally released, this may be more of a full band project compared to The Family but it feels more like just an extra treat for fans than anything else. That said though, there’s some great trap-style thumpers to be found such as ANIMAL, NEW SHOES and MAN ON THE MOON.

If The Family is the emotional goodbye, then TM is the jubilant celebration of everything that made the band so great. Together, it’s a triumphant final send-off for a group that have put their stamp firmly on the hip-hop scene over the last few years and leave behind an impressive legacy. Farewell Brockhampton and really, thanks for everything.

Best tracks The Family: Brockhampton, All That, My American Life

Best tracks TM: MAN ON THE MOON,GOODBYE, ANIMAL

Listen to The Family here

Listen to TM here

The countdown continues on Thursday with #30-21!

[princessroyal95]

This is love (Charlotte Katakuri x Hirawashi Len) [English version]

Summary

Who can love a monster like Charlotte Katakuri? He is the son of Charlotte Linlin, known as Big Mom, and the question of the second eldest child in the family is who could love someone like him.

The idea of him falls apart when he meets a somewhat tsundere girl, but with a heart of gold that will make the commander fall in love.

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The End

Five years have passed since the birth of the twins. Five years since Monkey D. Luffy became King of the Pirates. Five years since the kingdom of Totto Land was inspired by peace. Charlotte Linlin disappeared from the map, as she was killed by Kaido himself, but the Beast Ruler was defeated by Mugiwara. The kingdom of Wano is finally free. Charlotte Katakuri was chosen by the locals as the ruler of Whole Cake, because of his bravery and because he is considered the most revered, like a hero. Women go after him, to get his attention; however, he ignores them completely, as he has a family.

Speaking of which, Len is at home preparing lunch, as she has a visitor this afternoon. She looks more mature than before. Her hair is in a plait because it's a nuisance every time she has to do a chore or two. She doesn't always stay in the house, she also goes out in the afternoons with her children to get some fresh air. Being stuck in four walls is not good for their health. The curious thing is that they are a bit quiet. He looks at the clock, noting that it is midday, at that time of day they are not usually sleeping or doing anything naughty. They are always waiting for their father, especially little Hoppe. The two are inseparable.

She hears the door open, so she looks out to see who it is. It is Katakuri accompanied by his brothers. She smiles slightly at the sight of them and moves a little closer to greet them warmly.

"It's good to see you guys."

"Len-chan! Looks like we haven't seen each other in a while," Brûlée shouts with a smile on her lips.

"That's what happens when your brother holds me in here," she said, feeling Katakuri lift her up to sit her on his forearm.

"I don't always hold you," he corrected.

"If you saw him saying things like, 'I miss Len'. "Cracker mimics his brother, who gets a murderous look.

"Good because he knows I can bust his head in," she smiles falsely. "And put me down, I've got food on the fire."

A growl of annoyance comes from Katakuri's throat, who sets the girl down, as requested. Len runs quickly to the kitchen, but not before peeking down the stairs and shouting:

"Children! Daddy's already here with your uncles!"

Suddenly, some very loud footsteps form on the floor. Certain people are running all over the room, reaching the stairs to go down on them. But one false step, and one of them falls down along with her brother who are rolling all the way down to the floor below.

"Hoppe... you're on top of me."

"You hold on."

The boy gets up causing the girl to fall to the ground, laughing very happily.

Glutton inherited Katakuri's maroon hair and his mother's hazel eyes. He has dark skin and shoulder-length hair, and one of the prettiest faces there is. Hoppe, on the other hand, is the opposite of her brother. She inherited her mother's hair colour, brown, and her father's eyes, maroon. Her hair is short and somewhat spiky, and her skin is pale. And what stands out most about her are the fangs protruding from her mouth. In short, she is the female version of Katakuri.

"Daddy!" Little Hoppe, upon seeing her father, couldn't hold back the urge to run to him and get a hug.

Katakuri bends down to hold her in his arms, she is so small next to him.

"How are you, little one?

"I missed you!" says the little girl resting her cheek on her father's face, who has taken off his scarf.

"You see me every day." He watches out of the corner of his eye as Glutton approaches for attention as well, to which he bends down to grab him. "Have you been good?"

"Yes, Daddy." Sketches the boy's smile. "We picked up our toys to welcome our uncles."

"Oh, but how cute they are." Brûlée blushes a little, seeing that her nephews have turned out quite polite.

"Aunt Brûlée!" both brothers shout in unison. "Uncle Cracker! Uncle Oven! Uncle Daifuku! Auntie Smoothie! Auntie Galette!"

"Relax, you're going to choke yourselves by saying too many names."

Both children laugh at Smoothie's comment. The truth is that the children are hyperactive and giggly, they are not afraid of anything. They have taken on the character of their parents, Glutton is an example of this, because if they don't prepare his food, he gets very angry. Little Hoppe, however, is the opposite. She is calm, but sometimes calculating. Len loves the way she smiles, she doesn't care if people look at her the wrong way. She looks just like her father, but smaller and cuter.

They hear Len call out to them so they jump out of Katakuri's arms and head towards the dining room. The food was already served, so they sit down in their respective seats. The governor of Totto Land arrives along with his brothers. The table is large so that everyone is seated and no one is missing. Over the last few years, Len has become better at cooking, as he has a family to feed. And sometimes, she makes a treat or two. A clear example is making doughnuts for Katakuri. She makes all the effort in the world to make him happy, but he never complains.

"I hope you like what I've prepared today."

"It looks good," says Daifuku, taking a piece.

"Mama makes great food," Hoppe says cheerfully, waving her arms.

"And I don't doubt it. Oh, I forgot." Oven pulls a gift-wrapped package out of a bag. "This is for you, little girl."

One thing Hoppe loves is getting new toys, and even more so if it comes from Oven. Without hesitation, she takes it in her little hands and opens it in desperation. Her maroon eyes light up, instantly.

"Look Mummy, Teddy won't be lonely any more!" Teddy is her stuffed animal in the shape of a panda bear. "What animal is it?"

"It's a cat," Len replies, glad to see the happy little girl.

"Dad, what shall we name her?"

Katakuri looks at the little girl with interest. Whenever her aunt and uncle give her a cuddly toy, she always goes to him to give it a name.

"What do you think of Kitty?"

"I like it!"

Glutton puffs out his cheeks, annoyed that they're always giving his little sister things. However, he is surprised to have a gift package in front of him. He looks at Daifuku who is holding it out to him.

"We haven't forgotten about you, champ."

The boy, without thinking, takes that gift and is tearing it apart greedily, he is eager to know what it is. A wooden sword for his collection.

"Great! I needed one. Thanks, Uncle Daifuku!"

"What I expect you to take care of her. You've already broken four for playing too much," his mother scolds him.

"It came out to the father, what did you expect?" Cracker at the comment he made, but Katakuri said nothing.

"Glutton adopted Katakuri's gluttonous form," Len remorselessly confesses.

"You know that better than anyone." Galette laughs at her sister-in-law's comment.

Katakuri blushes too much to cover himself even more with the scarf. And he is not the only one, his son puts on the cap of his jacket to hide his face, because it is red hot. The women in the room laugh at the sight of the monkeys. Hoppe is so amused by her new toy that she doesn't even notice that the food is already cold. Nevertheless, she puts the doll aside to eat. She didn't mind eating it like this, she likes the food her mother prepares.

Katakuri's siblings started to talk about conquests, as they should be looking for new territories. This bores the children too much, so they choose to go off and play quietly. Glutton starts swinging the wooden sword, pretending to be fighting someone. And Hoppe decides to leave Kitty at the table to look for her other stuffed animal, which is in her room. She has decided to play with the two dolls.

The maroon-haired boy sees out of the corner of his eye that his sister is coming up the stairs, and gives an amused smile. He takes the opportunity to approach the stuffed toy and fight it. He hits it several times with the wooden sword, not caring if he breaks it or not. Let's just say that Glutton inherited his father's and mother's strength at the same time. He will be a born fighter when he is a little older. He's young and still has a lot to learn.

Suddenly, he hears a shout from someone so he stops playing. It is his sister Hoppe who holds Teddy and looks on in horror at the scene.

"What are you doing with Kitty?!"

"Playing with him. He's my rival," says the little boy very calmly.

"You have no right to take him without my permission!" she moves towards him, grabbing the doll. Glutton, however, stops her. "It's mine!"

"I have the right to play too!" Both children start to throw the stuffed animal hard.

"But Uncle Oven gave it to me!"

"I don't care!"

"Let go of it!"

"I won't let go!"

They are not realising that they are breaking the dummy. The stitches, little by little, are breaking. They are so blinded in wanting to play with the stuffed animal that, suddenly, it cracks completely. Hoppe falls to the ground hurting while Glutton stands, holding Kitty's body. Len, hearing the screams, can't help but lean out to see what's going on, along with the others who are worried.

"Well, what's all the fuss about?"

"Mummy, I..." The little boy wanted to apologise, but he notices a somewhat uncomfortable tension in that room.

Hoppe stands up slowly, still holding the doll's head. It is new and now it is broken. She squeezes that part of her toy tightly and slowly turns around. Glutton is looking at the demon. The girl's eyes are blank and she emanates a somewhat dangerous aura. It reminds her a lot of her mum when she gets angry. Is the same thing happening to her?

"Glutton! I won't forgive you for breaking the kitten!" She jumps up quickly and punches her brother's face hard, causing him to slam into the wall.

Just like her mother', they all think with a drop on their temples. Katakuri is very surprised that his princess has done that. It is the first time he has seen her behave like that. For his part, Len walks over to the little girl who, after hitting her brother, starts to cry because the present Oven gave her has been broken. She strokes her daughter's head to comfort her. It can be fixed and she must understand that. Now she hears Glutton crying loudly, for the beating she received from her sister.

Katakuri comes up to her level, stroking his head to stop him crying. He looks carefully to see if the boy is unharmed. There are no injuries, so he is reassured. But that blow looks like Len's when she gets really angry. Children know this and have experienced it. If they see their mother getting angry, it's best not to say anything, otherwise they don't want to get yelled at or have a shoe thrown at them.

Katakuri sighs lightly, picking up the little Glutton, walking in the direction of Len and the little girl. They both look at them, wondering what they would want.

"You'd both better apologise for what happened. One for breaking the new stuffed animal and one for hitting him."

Both children look at each other, hesitating. But they are responsible for something they have done.

"I'm sorry," they say in unison.

Len widens her smile a little more as she watches both twins apologise for what happened. She picks up Glutton, who is a little bigger than his sister, and hugs them both like never before, to which they are overjoyed. However, Katakuri doesn't stay behind, he picks up Len, taking advantage of the height difference, and gives his little family a little cuddle.

"Well, we'll take our leave. We can see there's too much love in the air," comments Cracker already pushing his brothers.

"Onii-chan remember that Mugiwara is coming tomorrow to talk about the future of Totto Land! See you later!"

"See you later!"

Right, he just remembered that he's coming to Luffy tomorrow to talk about some important issues. It's only natural, he's the current Pirate King and owes him a huge favour. And his thoughts are dispersed when he feels small hands on his face. Hoppe, the spitting image of Katakuri, gives her father a smile. Those fangs protruding from her face, like him, did not stop her from being a happy girl who loves her family very much. The man is so touched by this that he purrs very close to her, to which she laughs.

Len takes the opportunity to kiss her husband's lips, feeling like the happiest woman at that moment. And he obviously doesn't refuse. They listen as their own children make a gesture of disgust, as if they don't like to see their parents kissing. Their mother tugs on their ears to stop them from being mean and reminds them that they will do the same at some point, but when they come of age. Both children yawn loudly, as they are a bit tired.

They have become accustomed to napping after eating. Katakuri takes them to their respective rooms while Len goes to the kitchen to do the dishes. The truth is that raising two children is no easy task. Especially if your husband is away all day. That's normal, he's the ruler of the Totto Land kingdom. She is so focused that she doesn't even flinch in the presence of her husband, who hugs her and rests his head on her shoulder. He makes a purring sound as if wanting some attention.

She just smiles, knowing full well what he wants.

"Kata, I'm with this.

"And can't you put that aside and attend to your husband?"

"My husband is in a hurry from what I see." She turns slightly to face him and is lifted up by him, sitting her on the edge.

"It's just that we haven't played in a while. And since I have the opportunity, I don't want to waste it."

"Pervert."

"I'm your pervert," he says purring like a lovesick teenager.

She can't stop laughing as he's so close to her, tickling her without realizing it. Katakuri seizes the moment to take her in his arms and kiss her like never before. He loved doing that gesture. Pampering her as if she were a great treasure hidden on an unknown island. The kisses are soft, showing affection for each other, and little by little it intensifies even more. The ex-commander walks in the direction of the room. His love cave as he would call it. It sounds rather corny, even Len would hit him for saying something so absurd. But it didn't matter anymore.

They both love each other deeply and are already used to hearing nonsense from their partner. Already in bed, he begins to give all the affection in the world to his wife. And not because of how beautiful she was. Not because of the need he feels. It's because he loves her too much. He wouldn't stop touching that velvety skin, those lips that beg to be kissed, those moans provoked by him. And whoever calls him crazy doesn't know that he feels like the luckiest man in the world.

He was about to make progress; however, Len stops him. He looks at him in confusion, raising his eyebrow, wanting some explanation. The young woman sits down, her fingers still touching that scar.

"Kata, I have something to tell you."

"Is it good or bad?" Should he be worried right now?

"It's good." She blushes a little. She takes Katakuri's hand gently and guides it to her belly. He didn't understand until he catches it seconds later, eyes wide. "I'm pregnant again."

Music to Katakuri's ears. He hugs her with all his might, but without hurting her.

"You don't know how happy I am."

"I was going to say it in the dining room, but I saw our little ones so excited, I forgot.

"They'd scream with excitement, believe me." He looks at her for a long moment, wanting to tell her a few things. "Thank you."

"For what?"

"Because of everything," the man confesses, "ever since I was a child, I haven't been treated the way I wanted to be treated. Mum didn't give a damn about anything and even made fun of us because of the way we looked. I didn't give a damn what people thought of me, but when Brûlée was hurt, my whole life changed." His eyes stopped sparkling for a few moments. "I already had it in my mind that no one would notice a monster like me. Until you came along." The life comes back into him, now looking excitedly towards the young girl. "At first I felt fear and curiosity, and I've come to realise that you didn't really care about my physique. You like what you see. You accept me as I am. You made me bring out my inner child. You did everything you could to make me not feel afraid. And on top of that you made me believe in love." Tighten your grip. "You are the most precious thing in my life and I will be by your side until death do us part."

Len was so moved by this that he couldn't help but cry. She weeps with joy at these words.

"You are the most wonderful and humble man I have ever met. A great warrior who takes things seriously, but when it's you, you're the loveliest thing in the world.I love your face and I can't get enough of kissing it." She leans her forehead against his. "Though you're twice my age and twice my size, I'll always love you. I will love you till death do us part."

"To swoon, to dare, to be furious,

rough, tender, liberal, elusive,

encouraged, mortal, deadly, dead, alive,

loyal, treacherous, cowardly, and spirited;

to find no centre and repose outside of good,

to be cheerful, sad,

humble, haughty,

angry, courageous, fugitive,

satisfied, offended, suspicious;

to flee from the face of clear disappointment,

to drink poison for sweet liquor,

to forget profit, to love harm,

To believe that a heaven in a hell fits,

to give life and soul to a disappointment:

this is love, he who has tasted it knows it".

Lope de Vega

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Chapter XXI.

[longnerd]

The coffee buzz

It is the only habit-forming psychoactive drug we routinely serve to our children (in all those sodas and chocolate bars). The drug is encountered not just at the soda fountain or the espresso bar but also in diet pills and pain relievers. The dual power to counter physical fatigue and increase alertness is part of the reason caffeine ranks as the world's most popular mood-altering drug, eclipsing the likes of nicotine and alcohol. Really all they've found is a new kind of caffeine delivery system." They get you out of an energy slump and make you more alert. "But we've known for centuries that caffeinated drinks work. "The kids in the clubs, they think they've happened upon this great new invention," says Neil Stanley, director of sleep research at the Human Psychopharmacology Research Unit at Britain's University of Surrey. One 8.3-ounce (0.25-liter) can has two to three times the amount of caffeine as a 12-ounce (0.35-liter) can of soda. The active ingredient in the hugely successful Austrian product Red Bull is a solid jolt of caffeine, blended with a handful of other ingredients. I drink these two tins, it's like drinking a pint of speed."įor Lee Murphy and other habitués of the all-night club scene around the world-not to mention a legion of marathon runners, mountain bikers, fighter pilots, college crammers, and late-night truckers hoping to cover another hundred miles (160 kilometers) before turning in-the canned concoctions marketed as energy drinks represent a fizzy new manifestation of one of mankind's oldest stimulants: caffeine. "By four or five in the morning you're totally blotto," the 29-year-old London nurse explains. "It's like putting your whole system on fast-forward," Lee Murphy shouts above the din as he glides across the floor with four-inch-high (10-centimeter-high) soles on his dancing shoes, a gold ring in his chin, and a slender silver and blue can of Red Bull energy drink in each hand. At seven in the morning we have trouble getting them out the door." And the kids say, 'I've had eight Red Bulls-I'm flying!' They'll dance right round the clock. "That's when we get the real rush at the bar for Red Bull. "Actually, we usually see a revival about half four or so in the morning," says Egg night manager Simon Patrick. But after a long night of liquor, drugs, tobacco, and earthshaking noise, most are still vigorously, and happily, strutting their stuff across that trembling wood floor. at the popular London club Egg, and a few dancers have collapsed on the sofas or taken refuge at the bar. Through a purple haze of smoke and sweat the strobe lights' red glare illuminates the dancing couples: men with mohawks and painted faces, women in vinyl skirts so micro they serve no functional purpose. Over and over, the throbbing chorus of a dance hit explodes out of a battery of seven-foot-tall (2.1-meter-tall) speakers so powerful that the wood dance floor trembles, earthquake style, with every reverberating bass note. We do what we can."Power! Money! Lust! Sex!" "Power! Money! Lust! Sex!" Second only to watching children get their legs caught in the escalator steps, it is an amusing and yet annoying children's plaything, turning a calm afternoon into Peewee's Playhouse.Īs for the people and the atmosphere and the staff at this particular location, we here at LAist can only point you to their water damage, their closed doors and their lack of open-ness, which has sadly prevented us from giving the ironically closed coffee stop its due time in what some have called the "most awesome coffee shop coverage specifically tailored to one chain ever." Monitored by security forces, the carousel sits below the Coffee Bean balcony, giving java-drinkers the opportunity to get whiplash by watching the machine spin around and around and around and around. But more important than the close-by Color Me Mine shop or the sushi restaurant is the fact that this Coffee Bean shopping center has it's own carousel! The shop itself, when it is open, sits on the second floor of an elaborate cookie-cutter valley shopping center, covered in tan stucco, outdoor crown molding and a pair of elevators.

[lustgirl38]

Chapter 0002 Beauty Apartment

As one of the top ten companies in Huahai City, Splendid Group has built a 30-storey high-rise building on the second ring road where every inch of land is expensive. It is used as the staff dormitory of Splendid Group.

   Because of the convenience of work, complete facilities and elegant environment, many high-level companies also live here.

   There is also an alias here—Beauty Apartment, because most of the Jinxiu Group are female employees, ranging from senior executives with shares to ordinary salespeople, and most of them are good-looking, making the entire apartment look like a "daughter country".

   Not to mention anything else, the trash can in front of the building, overflowing with a lot of flowers and love letters every day, can fit a small truck.

   "Let go of me! Let go! You guys! I'll call the police if you keep doing this!!"

   At the gate of the apartment at this time, four or five men in black suits were aggressively holding a woman in a moon-white ol skirt and came out of the apartment.

   The woman's neatly combed hair is now messy, but she can still see a lustrous and fair face, a delicate nose, delicate red lips, and a light makeup showing the charm of a mature urban woman.

   "Minister Feng! What the hell is going on here! Who are these people?" Aunt Zhao, the dormitory manager, looked anxious and wanted to go up to discourage her, but these men with strong backs were not easy to mess with.

   There were some other female employees at the door, and when they saw the woman being arrested, they were all scared and pale.

   Feng Yueying, the head of the sales department of Jinxiu Group, belongs to the top management of the company, and is also one of the most powerful women in the business circle of Huahai City.

   Because Feng Yueying has been single for so many years, she lives in this apartment with peace of mind, which is convenient for work.

   "Sister Zhao! Hurry up and call the police! Say that the White Shark Gang is holding me hostage!" Feng Yueying resisted all the way, turning her head and shouting to the dormitory aunt.

   When Aunt Zhao heard this, her face turned pale with fright, "Bai... White Shark Gang? This... I..."

   The White Shark Gang is the largest gang in Huahai City. It is deeply rooted and eats both black and white. Ordinary people don't dare to provoke it.

   Aunt Zhao lowered her head tremblingly and did not dare to make a phone call, for fear of getting burned.

   The man in the black suit who took the lead had gray-white hair and a beard on his face, and grinned at Feng Yueying: "Shut up! Stupid! Dare to call the police? Do you think it will work if you cheated our nine masters? Believe it or not? Slash your throat and throw it into the sea!"

   As soon as these words came out, Aunt Zhao and other female employees next to them were even more afraid, and their bodies were stiff.

   "That batch of goods was bought by your ninth master yourself! I'm just doing business with him! It's his self-love, what does it have to do with me!?" Feng Yueying's eyes were red with anger, and she was about to cry.

   The white-haired man glared at him, "Bitch, it means that our ninth master has wrongly blamed you? It's cool that you won't let us serve some of our brothers tonight, don't want to come back! Take it away!!"

   No matter how Feng Yueying resisted, she was only a woman after all. She was pushed into the car by so many big men, and she couldn't hold on anymore.

   Originally, I was counting on Aunt Zhao, the dormitory, to call the police, but after thinking about it carefully, none of these people dared to provoke the White Shark Gang, and they felt ashes.

   Could it be that she has held on to her innocence for so many years, and will be ruined tonight, tainted by such a group of villains?

   At this moment, Ye Fan, who rode a bicycle to the door of the apartment, got out of the car and asked, "What's wrong? Minister Feng, why are they arresting you?"

   Feng Yueying recognized Ye Fan and knew that he was a plumber and electricity repairman hired by the apartment. He could repair all kinds of electrical appliances, but he was not an official employee of the company.

   The two have known each other for a while, but they are not too familiar with each other, so it stands to reason that they cannot be involved.

   But Feng Yueying was so scared that she couldn't control it too much, so she could only plead, "Ye Fan! Help me call the police! They're going to kidnap me!"

   "What!? Kidnapping in public!?" Ye Fan took out his mobile phone and said, "Don't worry, Minister Feng, I have the most sense of justice!"

   Seeing that Ye Fan was really going to call the police, Aunt Zhao and a group of female staff all sweated on his behalf.

   Sure enough, several of the white shark gang's men in black all showed suffocation, and the white-haired man said gloomily: "Stinky boy, do you dare to care about our white shark gang? Are you tired of living?"

   "What white shark and black shark sounds better than yellow croaker," Ye Fan clicked his tongue.

   "Yellow... yellow croaker!? Fuck you, beat him!"

   The white-haired man gestured with his eyes, and immediately two men in black surrounded Ye Fan.

   One grabbed the phone from Ye Fan's hand, and the other kicked Ye Fan's waist.

   Ye Fan was too lazy to make a phone call, anyway, it was too late to call the police, so he just avoided the kick of the man behind him.

   The man kicked in the air, but instead kicked another black-clothed man directly opposite.

   "Ouch!" The man in front of him was kicked over.

   Ye Fan took a step back at this time, his left foot was horizontal, and the man behind him who was about to retract his foot was tripped, and the center of gravity of his entire body was unstable, and he immediately fell with all four feet upside down.

   All this took less than three seconds, and the people around didn't see what was going on, and the two strong men in black fell to the ground!

   The female employees in front of the apartment were all dumbfounded, while Feng Yueying's eyes sparked a glimmer of hope. She never imagined that this young part-time worker would have such skills! ?

   "Shit-eating guy! Shame on you!?"

   The white-haired man spit, rolled up his sleeves, exposing his strong arms, and walked in front of Ye Fan.

   "Boy, you asked for it yourself, don't blame me when I hit you with a concussion..."

   The white-haired man grinned. He used to punch in the black market, and his arm strength was not at all that ordinary people could resist. When he raised his hand, a fist the size of a sandbag hit Ye Fan in the head.

   Ye Fan was in no hurry, dodged and dodged, the white-haired man's punch just hit a black Buick commercial vehicle of their own.

   With a bang, the white-haired man's fist hit the window glass, directly smashing the car glass.

   The glass scum pierced his hand, and blood flowed, causing the white-haired man to grin and scream in pain.

   Ye Fan turned around behind the white-haired man, and kicked his back leg, hitting his hamstring.

   "what!"

   The white-haired man screamed, one leg was sore and numb, and he almost knelt down.

   "You?" The white-haired man gritted his teeth, staggered around, and struck Ye Fan again with his bloody fist!

   But Ye Fan's foot had already been placed in front of the white-haired man, and he seemed to kick him lightly in the face. The white-haired man's nose bleeds, a shoe print appeared on his face, and he fell down.

   "Boss!!" Several men in black looked dumbfounded. The white-haired man was beaten so hard that he was so embarrassed! ?

   A group of female employees, the dormitory aunt, all watched with brilliance, as if it was the first time they knew Ye Fan.

   Ye Fan looked back at the two big men who were still holding Feng Yueying, revealing a cold and evil smile...

   "Hey, aren't you going to take him to the hospital? What if there is a concussion?"

   The two big men were all excited, and they both let go of Feng Yueying in a gloomy way, and ran to lift up the white-haired man.

   Four or five people got back to the car in a panic, and soon drove away in the Buick.

   Feng Yueying was relieved, her whole body seemed to be collapsed, and when she left, she found that her whole body was covered in sweat, and she sat down on the ground panting, her heart still pounding.

   "Minister Feng, are you alright?"

   Feng Yueying looked up and saw Ye Fan's innocent and honest smiling face, as if the man with the cold and evil smile was not alone at all.

   For some reason, Feng Yueying found that the man in front of him seemed to be wearing a mask, and he couldn't see the real him at all.

   "Who are you... who are you?" Feng Yueying murmured.

   Ye Fan blinked and smiled brightly: "I'm Xiao Ye, the maintenance worker here, didn't he go to Minister Feng's house to repair your electrical appliances twice before?"

   Feng Yueying glanced at him with complicated eyes, knowing that she couldn't ask anything. She sighed, but said sincerely, "Thank you, Ye Fan, if it weren't for you, I would be in big trouble today."

   "It's nothing, it's a small matter," Ye Fan said with a smile, and then stretched out his hand again, "Minister Feng, let me help you get up, the sun is hot on the ground, and sitting on your butt for a long time will cause diarrhea."

   "Where did you hear that?" Feng Yueying blushed. This young man speaks very straightforwardly.

   After hesitating, she still put Bai Nensu's hand on Ye Fan's.

   Feng Yueying's figure is quite plump, her hands are not thin, and it is very comfortable to hold.

   Just as she was about to pull the woman up, she heard Feng Yueying frown and let out a soft "Yeah".

   "What's wrong?"

   "My foot...it seems to be swollen." Feng Yueying's face was in pain, and I felt pity.

   Ye Fan looked at her left foot, the heels of the high-heeled shoes were broken, and at a glance, she knew that she had accidentally injured it while struggling.

   "Minister Feng, let me carry you on your back, forcing walking will hurt even more." Ye Fan did not say a word, and bent down in front of Feng Yueying.

   "This...isn't it appropriate?" Feng Yueying's face turned red. She had never been carried by any other man except her father since she was a child.

   Ye Fan smiled nonchalantly: "It's fine, I have good physical strength and can carry on my back."

   Feng Yueying chuckled, "It's like I'm serious..."

   Although it felt weird in her heart, Feng Yueying couldn't think of any other way. She couldn't ask other girls present to carry her, so she lay on Ye Fan's back.