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If This Was A Movie

Modern AU // Parent Dean // Fluff

Cas works a part time job at the movie theatre and Dean is the young dad who regularly takes it daughter to the movies.

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“She was too pretty to die,” Charlie complained, leaning her back against the front counter as Cas restocked the candy display.

He gave a small nod in agreement, carefully placing down a box of Mike and Ikes to ensure it didn't knock down any other box. “And she has yet to have her own movie,” he stated, repeating one of Charlie’s complaints from the start of their shift.

“Exactly,” Charlie cried, tugging a smile across Cas’ lips. “Then they added a bullshit girl power scene as if that would fix everything.”

“And it did not.”

“It didn’t do anything!”

He squinted at Charlie as she grabbed the pack of candy he’d just placed down, though she only gave her shoulders a shrug and opened the box. Their manager Zacharia would be furious if he found out they were eating candy without paying and though Charlie knew that, Cas was certain it was the exact reason she did. “I thought you enjoyed the movie?” Cas said as he grabbed another pack to replace the one Charlie had taken.

“I did like it,” Charlie argued, pushing a red candy past her lips. “I just think Steve shouldn’t have gone to the past, professor hulk was stupid, Stucky was done dirty, and tony deserved better.”

“But you enjoyed it?”

“Obviously!”

Cas tilted his head and Charlie smiled back, before popping another candy into her mouth and offering the box to Cas. “Common,” she insisted, giving it a small shake, “you need the brain energy for tomorrow.”

She gave it another shake and this time Cas reached his hand into the box and grabbed two of the candies. “It’s your last final tomorrow?” Charlie asked as she leant back against the counter, shaking the candies into the palm of her hand.

“Yes,” Cas replied looking down to the two candies in his own hand. “Zacharia has been kind enough to let me go home early, so I will have a few more hours to study.”

“How’d you manage that?” Charlie asked, “did you have to suck him off?”

“Pardon?”

“You know,” Charlie continued, her smile only widening as Cas’ cheeks grew warmer. He should have been used to Charlie’s inappropriate jokes by now, but even after working together for over a year he still felt flustered. At least they were alone this time. “Did you do your little head tilt give him your big eyes, and drop to your knees to-“

A bell rang as the front doors were pushed open and their heads turned. “Speaking of dropping to your knees,” Charlie teased, a grin spreading across her face as Cas’s cheeks grew warmer.

Dean Winchester walked into the theater with the same ease that he always did. A smile across his face as he looked down to his young daughter and nodded along to whatever she was saying. He and his daughter were regulars at the theater, coming every second Sunday for the 7 o’clock without failure. It was the highlight of Castiel's job. There was something about being around Dean that Castiel could never get enough of; whether it was the way his eyes crinkled as he laughed at one of his own jokes or how he lent against the front counter shrinking the space between the two of them. Dean brought the kind of comfort that could only come from the streets of your hometown, and Castiel could spend the rest of his life getting lost in it.

Charlie nudged him and he stumbled forward to the cash register, making it only seconds before Dean and Emma.

“Hey,” Dean greeted, an easy smile spreading across his face, showing off his teeth. He wore a blue and white superhero suit, the fabric a tight material that defined his figure, leaving little to the imagination. Not that Castiel minded. Dean was good looking, even Charlie could admit that.

“Hello Dean,” Castiel greeted, hoping his voice was less shaky than he felt. He looked to Emma, giving the young girl a small. Her gaze was easier to hold then Dean’s, which he often found himself staring at for a few seconds too long. “Hello Emma,” Cas greeted, “I like your suit.”

A wide smile spread across her face as she looked down to the blue and red suit she wore. “I’m Captain Marvel,” She declared, blonde hair falling into her face as she looked back up. “She’s a really super cool superhero,” Emma explained, “She shoots lasers from her hands.”

“Photon beams,” Dean corrected and Emma crossed her arms, glaring up at her dad.

“They’re lasers.”

“Alright boss women whatever you say,” Dean looked back at Cas, a grin across his face, ‘she’s wrong,’ he mouthed, causing Cas’s neck to warm. Dean lent his elbow against the counter top, and glanced at the menu on the back wall before looking back to Cas, his eyes wide and lips pressed together. He was close enough to see the freckles that dusted his cheeks. He was young looking to have a daughter who must have been at least seven. Dean himself couldn’t have been out of his early twenties, only a couple of years older than Cas. He could have been her brother just as easily as he could have been her dad.

“What’re you thinking, monster?” Dean glanced back at Emma who stood on her tiptoes to see over the counter. “A large popcorn and coke?”

“I want chocolate!” Emma cried.

Dean nodded, in a serious manner. “You make a good argument,” he hummed, “M&Ms or KitKat?”

“You could get both.” Cas offered a smile immediately spreading across Emma's face as she cheered.

“Alright, a large popcorn, a coke, and the chocolate,” Dean said as he pulled his wallet from his pocket, and pulled out his debit card, “Who needs a savings, when there’s overpriced candy to buy.”

“You could buy candy before you arrived,” Cas offered, “It would be cheaper.”

Dean raised his eyebrows before that smile returned, “when would I get to talk to you then?” he asked.

Cas’s lips parted, the statement so genuine he could only stare as the warmth spread from his cheeks to his body; his heart thudding helplessly in his chest. Dean always managed to do that, take the words out of his mouth, take the air out of his lungs, and Castiel couldn’t care. He would give Dean anything if it meant getting to spend one more moment with the other man.

He swallowed his heart still pounding in his ears as Charlie’s hand rested on his back. “A KitKat and M&Ms for the young lady,” she declared, placing the two bars onto the counter, “I’ll help you pay for those while Cas grabs your popcorn.”

Cas dumbly nodded, stumbling to the popcorn machines and away from Dean’s piercing gaze. He hoped Charlie knew how grateful he was. He was certain the only reason Dean continued to talk to him was because of her and her ability to make sure Cas didn’t make a complete fool out of himself. She’d spent hours explaining how flittering worked, the difference between longing stares and just staring, what questions were too invasive, what compliments weren’t compliments and simply were statements. Though she often ended with ‘at least girls like that, I don’t know about dudes,’ Castiel still found it helpful.

He slowly filled a large popcorn bag, giving himself a moment to collect his thoughts before he carried the bag back to the front counter.

“I was just telling Dean about our trip to comic con last year,” Charlie said a teasing smile across her face, “and how you should’ve worn your Bucky costume tonight. It would’ve been perfect since Dean’s Steve”

“It would have been uncomfortable,” Cas responded. Charlie rolled her eyes while he gave Dean the bag of popcorn and wished him a good night.

“He looked really hot,” Charlie called as Dean and Emma began walking towards the small arcade.

Dean laughed, “yah, i’m sure he did.”

Charlie turned to Cas, her eyes wide and mouth a gap. “Oh my god,” she mouthed, before repeating it louder once Dean was no longer in sight. “You have to ask him out,” she squealed.

“Why?”

“Because he’s totally, 100%, completely into you.”

“How are you sure?”

Charlie dramatically sighed, throwing her hands into the air. “He called you hot,” she cried, “I couldn’t make it more clear.”

“You called me attractive and he agreed.”

“Cas, he’s the total package. Hot, funny, good person, hot.”

“He may not be a good person.”

“He’s a good dad so of course he’s a good person.”

Cas pressed his lips together and Charlie raised an eyebrow. It was true, even in their short exchanges it was undeniable that Emma was the center of Dean’s world. They arrived at every movie dressed for the occasion, Emma in a fancy dress while Dean wore a suit, as if they had arrived to see the Opera rather than Disney’s latest remake. If she asked for a pack of smarties he’d buy her two. If she insisted that the floor was too sticky he’d carry her. If she asked for the moon, Dean would give her the galaxy.

She was his everything, and unlike how the sky bleeds from blue to pink, Cas was certain that would never change.

He dug his nail into the wood of the front counter, picking at a small piece that had begun to splinter. “Then he likely has a wife.”

“He doesn’t wear a ring,” Charlie replied, “I’ve been checking.”

“Even if he is single, he is not gay.”

“He came wearing a Captain America suit,” Charlie cried, “that man is a fag.”

“It’s because he is a good father.”

“A good dad lets their daughter dress up, a gay dad dresses up with their daughter.”

Cas rolled his eyes, turning away from his friend. Dean and Emma were still in the arcade, a smile across Dean’s face as he watched his daughter play one of the machines, cheering her on. It was fun to imagine that they could be something more. Wonder what Dean’s lips felt like against his own or how their hands would fit together. But that’s all they were, fantasies that he made up to pass the time, Castiel didn’t get movie endings.

The rest of his shift seemed to drag on as few customers arrived, leaving him to aimlessly clean counters and floors that didn’t need it. Anything to seem busy. When the clock finally struck ten Cas was quick to leave, bidding Charlie a goodbye before he left only half way through pulling his coat on. It wasn’t until he’d stepped onto the streets when he stopped in his tracks.

“Emma?”

The young girl sat alone on one of the city benches, slowly swinging her legs. She still wore her superhero suit though a winter coat had been pulled over top along with a toque and scarf.

“Emma,” Cas repeated and she turned her head. Cas didn’t think he’d ever seen the young girl frown and he never wanted to see it again. It was heartbreaking to see her with her bottom lip puckered out and eyes glazed over. The tears had yet to fall and somehow that made it worse. “Are you okay?”

She shrugged and Cas frowned.

“Where’s your dad?”

“With mommy,” Emma said as pointing across the street to where Dean was leant against a car, arms crossed over his chest as he talked to a blonde woman, a scowl across his face. He shook his head at something the woman said, then ran a hand through his hair before responding. He’d never seen Dean angry before. Even when Emma was sprawled across the floor of the theater's lobby screaming and crying, he’d been calm, gently talking to her until she could talk. It didn’t suit him.

“Would you mind if I sat with you?” Cas asked.

When she didn’t respond, Cas took a seat on the bench. She looked up at him and Cas smiled, though she only stared back. “Did you like the movie?” He asked and she shrugged, “did you have a favourite part?”

She shrugged again and looked at her shoes, going back to slowly swinging her legs.

Cas sighed. The streets had been cast in shadows, the few street lamps doing little to fight off the night. His bus would be coming soon, though Cas couldn't bring himself to leave Emma alone.

“Was Captain Marvel in the movie?” He asked and a small smile tugged at Emma’s lips

“Yah,” she whispered.

“Was she cool?”

“So cool,” Emma explained.

Her smile widened as she continued to talk, describing her favorite parts and characters. Her hands flew around and Cas nodded along politely, adding small comments occasionally. When he asked what Dean had thought Emma had to pause, her nose scrunching slightly before she declared that he had loved it just as much as her.

“Does your dad have a favourite superhero?”

“He likes Batman,” Emma said, “but Batman doesn't come in this movie so he likes Captain America.”

“Captain America is also very cool.”

“But not as cool as Captain Marvel.”

“But not as cool as Captain Marvel,” Cas agreed.

She played with the end of her scarf as she looked back to Dean and her mom. The woman had pulled a paper out of her purse and offered it to Dean though he shook his head. She said something else and he took it to read.

The bus's headlights lit the street, though Cas didn’t move, letting the bus pull up to the stop to let some out before leaving without him. He couldn’t bring himself to leave Emma alone and instead leant closer to her.

“Would you like to hear a secret?” He whispered and Emma looked back at him. “You have to promise not to tell anyone”

“I pinky promise.”

“I like your toque,” Cas whispered and Emma giggled, the corners of her eyes crinkling.

“Can I tell you a secret?” She whispered back

“Of course.”

Emma glanced at her parents before leaning closer, “daddy likes you.”

“He told you?” Emma nodded, though before Cas could ask more questions Emma’s mom was calling for her and the young girl was waving goodbye. She ran across the street and into Dean’s arms giving him a long hug before she got into the back seat. Dean then said something to the woman as she got into the driver's seat.

She said something back before closing the car door and driving away, leaving Dean standing alone.

Cas doesn’t get the chance to respond as the woman calls Emma over. After giving her a hug Dean comes over to Cas.

He still wore his superhero suit though a large leather jacket had been pulled over top. Despite the jacket, his cheeks and nose had grown pink from the cold, evident against his pale skin.

“You didn’t have to wait for her,” Dean said as a cold breeze blew past. He stuffed his hands into his coat pockets and Cas pulled his own coat closer as if that alone would stop the chill.

“It wasn’t an inconvenience,” Cas replied, “either way I have to wait for the bus.”

“The one that just drove past?”

Cas squinted, “maybe.”

“Okay, get your ass up,” Dean said, “I’m driving you home.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“Come on man, it’s the least I can do.”

Cas wanted to make another argument, it would only be another ten minutes until the next bus came, but he knew Charlie would be furious at him if she found out that he’d turned Dean down. Besides that, he wanted the opportunity to talk to Dean. They’re conversations had rarely been longer than a few minutes, and often revolved around whatever movie Dean was about to see that Cas definitely hadn’t seen. This may have been Cas’s only chance.

Without another argument, Cas let Dean lead him to a slick black car parked on the other side of the road. It held an old smell, from years of being driven, though the interior itself was well cared for and didn’t show its age. Cas told Dean the address to his dorm room, and after Dean put it into his phone he pulled away from the curve, the soft sound of rock music filling the car.

Dean lips stayed pressed in a tight line as he drove, his eyes stuck on the road. Despite that the rest of his posture was relaxed, one hand on the steering wheel as he leant back into the seat.

They took a left turn and Cas adjusted his seatbelt. “Your girlfriend is pretty,” he said as Dean then took a right turn. Even without Charlie there to clarify Cas was certain that didn’t count as flirting, but the silence had dragged on for too long and he wasn’t sure what else to ask.

“Ex girlfriend” Dean said, eyes still on the road. “Sorry you had to deal with that shit. She wants to take Emma on some road trip to Canada with her new boyfriend, but it overlaps with my week so I’m being a dick about it.”

“You don’t have to apologize,” Cas replied, “relationships are complicated.”

A smile tugged at Dean’s lips. “Yah, the last three years of ourswas a shit show,” Dean explained, “we should’ve broken up a lot earlier then we did but we had Emma when we were young and I guess we wanted to prove that we weren’t teenage fuck ups.” He tapped his fingers against the steering wheel, inhaling slowly before he spoke again.c“There’s just too much bad blood now for either of us to be civil.”

“Like Taylor Swift.”

Dean laughed, “yah, like Taylor Swift.”

“I think you were successful in not being a ‘teenage fuck up’,” Cas said, making air quotes as he said ‘teenage fuck up.’ “Emma is very nice.”

“Isn't she?” Dean said, a smile spreading across his face. He seemed to glow as he talked about the ballet classes she was starting and the nights they’d spent practicing together. Cas wasn’t sure what an élevés and coupes was, but he could imagine Dean stood in his living room helping Emma perfect the careful movements. The same smile would spread across his face as he cheered her on, proud of her whether she could do it or not.

“You don’t want to hear about this,” Dean apologized. “You’ve gotta start talking.”

“I like to hear about it,” Cas said, and it wasn’t a lie. He’d listen to the other talk about anything if it meant Cas got to see his smile.

Dean shook his head, “nah man- it’s your turn,” he said, “what’re you studying at school?”

“It really isn’t interesting.”

“Hey, I wasn’t interesting either.”

Cas sighed, “I’m doing a major in history with a minor in religious studies.”

“What do you do with that?”

“Not much, but I would like to become a professor.”

“Shit,” Dean said as he pulled up to the entrance of Cas’s dorms, “smart and good looking.”

Cas turned away, hoping the warmth in his cheeks wasn’t visible. “Thank you for the ride,he s said as he pushed open the passenger door. He didn’t want the night to end. He wanted to spend hours driving around listening to Dean talk about Emma, and his job, and the movie, as if the rest of the world didn’t exist. At minimum he wanted to see that smile one last time.

“Anytime,” Dean said, “have a good night.”

Cas got out of the car though hesitated when he went to close the door, Dean’s gaze still on him. He looked beautiful under the moonlight, shadows casted across his face, though he always looked beautiful.

A breeze came and Cas pulled his coat closer to his body. He hoped Emma was right.

“I have my last final tomorrow morning,” Cas stated holding Dean’s gaze, “would you like to get coffee afterwards.”

Drawn smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling, “hell yah. I’ll pick you up at 1:00?”

“That will work,” Cas replied. “Goodbye Dean.”

“See yah Cas.”

His heart continued to hammer in his chest as he closed the car door and turned away, the sound of the car’s engine slowly growing more distant. Tomorrow it will be back, parked in the same spot with Dean in the driver's seat. Maybe Cas did get movie endings.

#destiel #dean winchester #castiel #destiel fanfic #destiel fic #supernatural #charlie bradbury #Parent Dean Winchester

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ocean-and-her-fictional-people · 2 months

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if you find this blog, and you somehow know who runs it, either leave now or you never bring this up mk?

(actually if you have a guess as to who runs this blog i wanna hear it, i think it would be funny. hella awkward if you guess right though)

anyways this is just an archive of me probably ranting about f/o’s and rebloging some x reader fanfics I like. This is mostly for myself but if you somehow end up here, this is the current f/o list

oh I am also a minor. (my main romantic f/o is also underage in canon, and two of my platonic f/o’s are as well. don’t be weird)

romantic f/o’s

Leo Valdez - my main man atm. I love him sm (not a sharer with him)

Sebastian from sdv - my farmer s/i loves him sm (fine with sharing)

platonic/familial f/o’s

Tony Stark - my father!!! well my mcu s/i is his adopted daughter but yk (on the nose, but will lean towards fine with sharing)

Steve Rogers - uncle steve!!!! also not bio to my mcu s/i but yk (fine with sharing)

Natasha Romanoff - auntie natty!!! once again, also not bio to my mcu s/i but that’s just what we call her (fine with sharing)

Bucky Barnes - stary!!! my s/I met him when she was young and called him stary bc he couldn’t remember his name at the e time and he had a star in his metal arm. she still calls him stary even after the winter soldier days are over. (fine with sharing)

Legolas - big broror! actually related to my lotr s/i (also on the nose, leaning towards fine with sharing)

Percy Jackson - big half broror! partially related to my s/i (my s/i is a daughter of Poseidon) (fine with sharing)

Jason Grace - best friend! Idk he’s kinda new but I feel like we would be best friends (fine with sharing)

#f/o x s/i #f/o comfort #f/o community #f/o

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beherit7-nonexistence · 5 months

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Późno już. Czy aby za późno? Abym zgasł, jak świecy płomień przy podmuchu. Niezrozumienie zawodu. Zawiódł mnie instynkt, zawiodło zaufanie. Trzymaj się, odejdź, idź przed siebie. Idę więc w nieznane, z poczuciem słabości, przepełnionej gniewem. Jestem zły, wściekam się. Zdenerwowanie przeplatane z histerią. Słodycz przeszłości i wczesne oznaki upadku, które lekceważy się na rzecz wiary. Zaangażowanie zabija. Niesamowite doświadczenia, a po nich ból z natężeniem jeszcze większym. Jestem, niczym człowiek stary, który szczęście zna tylko z rolek filmu, zwanego epizodami przeszłości. Przyzwyczajenie do bycia na topie, uczucie bycia najlepszym, tym jedynym w swoim rodzaju i gorzka prawda, straszne zakończenie. Ruiny budowli, która miała być nie do naruszenia. Zabawa chwilowa nie wystarcza. Tonie statek w odmętach wód nieprzeniknionych. Uzależnienie daje o sobie znać dnia każdego. Otwieram się w jednej trzeciej i cofam krok, nim otworzę się do połowy. Spokój nie istnieje dziś. On nadejdzie wtedy, gdy scena będzie pusta. Siedzę na podeście przed widzami, sztuczne manekiny - to chyba matrix. Pragnę szybciej. Nie chcę czekać. Chcę już dziś tego, co może zdarzyć się w przyszłości. Omijając rozdziały, dojść do tego jednego. Lawiruję pomiędzy możliwościami pozytywnych ścieżek. Posmak zrozumienia. Wygrana musi czaić się blisko, gdyż przyzywam ją, imaginuję. Niech to już nadejdzie. Give me more. Rozmawiam sam ze sobą. I want it now.

#twórczość własna #b7 #myśli #uczucia #życie #emocje #tekst #nocne myśli

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aunt-booty · 2 months

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4. Fan

Poprzedni epizod

Finałowy epizod (jednak nie) jest zeznaniem kolejnej kobiety, nazywanej jedynie K. Jej relacja z Gaimanem datowana jest na wczesne lata dwutysięczne i trwała przez dwa lata, chociaż po zerwaniu wciąż ze sobą korespondowali.

Zaczyna się (superklimatyczną) historią o tym że K znalazła stary aparat, na którym były zdjęcia jej i Gaimana, "zdjęcia, o których powiedziała, że on powiedział, że nie powinna mieć." Przerzuciła je na komputer i stworzyła folder o nazwie "dowody" z nadzieją, że któregoś dnia będzie w stanie to opowiedzieć, albo ktoś sam się do niej zgłosi. Tydzień później dostaje maila od twórcy podcastu (boska interwencja).

Pierwszą rzeczą, jaką możemy od niej usłyszeć jest

"Nigdy nie chciałam żadnej z rzeczy, które mi zrobił, wliczając w to te przemocowe rzeczy, ale zgodziłam się na to."

Następnie słyszymy historię o tym, że poznała go mając 18 lat na spotkaniu autorskim, na którym była z przyjaciółkami. Nic tam się nie wydarzyło. Pisała również do niego maile przez jego stronę, traktowała to ja swego rodzaju pamiętnik, a Neil czasem odpisywał na jej wiadomości w przyjaznym i luźnym tonie. Spotykali się wielokrotnie na różnych innych spotkaniach autorskich.

Około roku później ona i jej znajome dostały maila, ze Neil przez jakiś czas będzie na Florydzie i mogą się spotkać na co się zgodziły, poszli na obiad. Pół roku później Ponownie spotykają się na obiad, a później na lody. K i jej przyjaciółka poszły do niego na noc, zaprosił je do swojego łóżka, ale odmówiły na co on przystał i poszedł w spanko.

One uznały, że to było creepy, ale nie myślały o tym za długo.

K uważa, że kiedy skończyła 20 lat zaczęła dostawać więcej atencji od niego. Wymieniali się wiadomościami, kupił jej kamerkę internetową, a po kilku miesiącach spotkali się w Orlando, zjedli sushi, a później po raz pierwszy uprawiali seks.

Próbują znaleźć jakieś powiązania między dwoma kobietami: podobny wiek, były pod władzą Gaimana.

K mówi, że Neil wychwalał ją pod niebiosa, mówił jak bardzo chce z nią być, jednak wydawało się, jakby się jej wstydził, nie mówił o niej publicznie. [Trzeba dodać że jeszcze wtedy był ze swoją pierwszą żoną.]

Kiedy zapraszał ją na jakieś wydarzenia, to raczej się z nią nie afiszował.

K mówi, że była wtedy bardzo niepewna siebie, uważała, że umawianie się z gwiazdą, to najlepsza część jej osobowości i była gotową zrobić wszystko, by to zatrzymać.

Neil uważa, że ich relacja była szczera, zbudowana na wspólnym zaufaniu i uczuciu.

Dziennikarz mówi na to:

"Rozumiemy, że z powodu tego poglądu jest zaniepokojony tymi zarzutami." (Tak, poglądu, wcześniej mówiąc o tym jaki ten związek według Gaimana używają słowa pogląd)

Dziennikarz pyta, kiedy ich stosunki zaczęły się robić brutalniejsze, na co K odpowiada, że od początku wydawał się być obojętny na jej przyjemność. Że nie było lubrykacji, więc seks był bardzo bolesny (analny jak sądzę? Bo waginalny raczej nie wymaga lubrykantu, zwłaszcza u tak młodej osoby; o ile nie miała jakiś przypadłości) Mówi, że była młoda i niedoświadczona oraz wspomina, że nie kazała mu przestać, ani nie powiedziała, że boli.

Dziennikarz opowiada jej o tym, że raz Neil penetrował Scarlett analnie bez lubrykantu i było tak źle, że prawie zemdlała, na co K mówi, że u niej było podobnie, ale nie za pierwszym razem.

(Prawie zemdlała? Dwa odcinki temu było, że zemdlała. Czy to jednak nie był raz, a kilka, czy zaczynają coś przekręcać?)

Opowiada, że próbował ją instruować, żeby się rozluźniła, bo im bardziej się spina tym bardziej będzie boleć. (Well, to nie tak że był w błędzie) Dodaje, że to tak jakby była jej wina, a nie jego.

Wspomina również o biciu pasem i że również kazał nazywać się Mistrzem. Dawał jej klapsy i mówił, że wie że to lubi, K mówi, że bardzo tego nie lubiła.

Następnie mówią, że z perspektywy Neila bardzo trudno o tym rozmawiać, bo dotyka delikatne tematy, ale chodzi o to, że penetracja była dla K bardzo niekomfortowa i trudna "ze względu na jego ciało", więc nie naciskał jej.

(Chodzi o jego rozmiar? Może to K miała jakąś przypadłość, która to sprawiała co by również miało dużo sensu w kwestii tej lubrykacji za pierwszym razem, nie wiem)

Czuła się winna, że nie dochodzi między nimi do zbliżeń i że jest nią zawiedziony, co jak uważa K, Neil wykorzystywał.

Potem byli na wakacjach w Kornwalii. maja zdjęcia z tamtego okresu i wyglądają na szczęśliwych, ale K mówi, że dużo się wtedy kłócili i było dużo brutalności (cokolwiek to oznacza)

Następnie w końcu dochodzi do historii o niekonsensualnym akcie:

K miała UTI [zakażenie dróg moczowych] Neil chciał się zabawić, na co ona odpowiedziała, że Okej, ale ma nie wkładać nic w jej waginę, bo umrze.

Co on i tak zrobil. Mówi, że nie pamięta czy wcześniej mówiła mu, że ma czegoś nie robić, ale dokładne Pamięta, że w Kornwalii powiedziała nie.

Neil Zaprzecza by zachowywał się w jakikolwiek nielegalny sposób podczas ich relacji.

Później znowu gadają o statystykach i jest wypowiedź eksperta. Wspominają, że przez to, że K tego nie zgłosiła na policję, w sądzie oskarżenie może nie być brane pod uwagę (Bo nie zgłosiła? A nie dlatego, że po zerwaniu wciąż utrzymywali kontakt mailowy, a ona prosiła go o przysługi?)

Wspominają o wakacjach w Orlando, gdzie się pokłócili, Gaiman anulował booking hotelu, kupił bilet na samolot i dał nogę, zrywając z nią.

K kupiła bilet na ten sam lot i pobiegła do samolotu prosić go, by jeszcze to przemyślał na co stwierdził, że nie. Wynieśli ją z samolotu i zwrócili za bilet.

Neil utrzymuje, że nie kazał jej usunąć z samolotu.

Wspominają o wymianie wiadomości pomiędzy K i jej znajomym, który pyta dlaczego z nim nie zerwała. K mówi, że nie wie i bierze teraz xanax, bo powiedział, że musi kontrolować jej temperament. (Ktoś musiał jej ten xanax przepisać? Z drugiej strony to stany, więc nawet nie ma sensu się wdawać w szczegóły)

Dziennikarz opowiada co to xanax, a potem mówi, że K wciąż korespondowała z Gaimanem aż do 2022, ale "Coś w K zaczęło już się zmieniać".

"Zmiana w myśleniu o mojej relacji z nim zaczęła się jak stałam się starsza i zrozumiałam, że osiemnastolatek i dwudziestolatek, kiedy jesteś po czterdziestce zaczynają wyglądać jak dzieci. (Coś tu jeszcze mówi, ale ciężko mi ją zrozumieć) I kiedy te rozmowy i #metoo i to wszystko stało się bardziej dopracowane(?), wtedy byłam jak ej chwila, coś takiego mi się przydarzyło."

Według Neila wygląda to jakby K po prostu żałowała teraz ich relacji oraz że jest coś nie tak z jej zarzutami, gdyż ich wiadomości mailowe są przyjazne, zakrawające o lekki flirt.

Neil pokazał im maila bez kontekstu, a K następnie dodała więcej.

> Neil wysłał zdjęcie Tennanta z planu GO. Wiedział, że K jest jego fanką.

> K: "Jeśli znajdę tanie loty do Anglii, powiesz mi pod jakim hotelem mam się kręcić? Moje biedne, zaniedbane lędźwie już szukają lotów." [To jest wiadomość, którą pokazał im bez kontekstu.]

> Gaiman odparł, że powie jej gdzie zatrzymał się DT, jeśli wyślę zdjęcia piersi i tyłka. K odmówiła.

(Ktoś wie jak się trzyma David po tym? Also, to brzmi jakby sobie żartowali raczej? W sensie DT ma w domu boginię, więc wątpię, że spojrzy na kogoś innego. czy Gaiman serio chciał sprzedać typa za nudesy?)

K podobno prosiła Gaimana o bilety na eventy i pytała go o porady, co może potwierdzić jedna wymiana maily, gdzie K prosi go o załatwienie biletów na konwent, co Neil robi bez problemu.

Potem wspomina K o swojej nowej dziewczynie. K pyta czy Amanda jest z tym w porządku, na co Neil mowi, że tak, ale nie jest zbyt entuzjastycznie nastawiona, bo laska jest "młoda, piękna i stworzona dla niego w łóżku." (Typie, opanuj się)

Dziewczyna również była koło dwudziestki, dotarli do niej, ale niestety nie dała im nic, bo wszystko było za zgodą. Mówi, że go kocha, szanuje i troszczy się o niego, a jej doświadczenia z nim były niesamowite i pozytywne. Wspominają też, że kobieta jest bardzo podobna do K oraz Scarlett. (Ludzie mają swój typ, tak wiele się dowiadujemy)

Dziennikarze próbują ustalić jakiś wzorzec zachowań. (proszę niech ktoś im w końcu powie o istnieniu fetyszy i preferencji seksualnych)

Pierwszy raz wspominają o zasadach w bdsm, po raz kolejny mówią o prawie w UK, które zakazuje krzywdzenia partnera nawet za zgodą, mówią o tym, że zarówno Scarlett jak i K doświadczały tylko bólu. (Przypominam, że 1) Scarlett pisała o wspaniałym seksie. 2) prawo uk nie ma zbyt wiele do rzeczy w przypadku czegoś co miało miejsce w Nowej Zelandii, czy Stanach)

K mówi, że tak naprawdę nigdy tego nie chciała i jej się nie podobało, jednak się na to zgadzała. (Rozumiem to, jestem w stanie jej uwierzyć.)

Później jest już podsumowanie i powtarzanie się. Wspominają, że sprawy takie jak te są często olewane przez władze ze względu na brak dowodów, świadków etc. (Mam szczerą nadzieję, że ta sprawa jednak trafi do władz i do sądu. Przede wszystkim jednak myślę, że obie kobiety powinny mieć zapewnioną opiekę specjalistów, co zapewne przez autorów podcastu nie zostało zrobione. Cała ta sprawa śmierdzi.)

Następny epizod

#neil gaiman #good omens #sandman #dobry omen #tortoise #master the allegations against neil gaiman

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psychopurx · 4 months

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Tym razem chłodny podmuch owinął się wokół moich kostek. Naciągam przykrótkie skarpety wyżej, strząsam niewidoczny kurz z buta i – słysząc kolejne kroki – jak najszybciej przybieram pozycję osoby zapracowanej. Bezapelacyjnie ulubionej sylwetki XXI wieku. Oczywiście tylko z perspektywy pracodawcy. Dla samej ofiary zgoła dobijająca, boląca, nużąca. Głowa pochylona w okolicach 45 stopni, obie ręce na blacie, ekran smartfonu przykryty etui. Trochę już niemodnym. Reprezentacyjnym atrybutem milenialsa albo wiecznie zabieganej kobiety z dwójką dzieci na tylnych siedzeniach średniej klasy samochodu. Oczywiście na raty, na kredyt. Która ma w torebce burdel większy niż w głowie. Mnie [o, zgrozo!] jeszcze to nie dopadło. Ilustrację pracy dopełnia rozłożony dziennik i najlepiej jakaś książka. Ale!, to nie może być zwyczajna powieść. Na biurku rozkładam te naukowe, które szybko wertuję w poszukiwaniu ciekawych tematów. Pojedyncze hasła wpadają mi do głowy, które następnie zatrzaskuję w szufladkach „na potem”. Lekko przygarbiona chwytam długopis. Najlepsze są żelowe firmy PILOT G-2 o grubości 0,5 mm w kolorze zieleni. Co prawda zielonym pisać mi nie wypada, ale ten noszę zawsze przy sobie, skryty w czeluściach torby postawionej na jednym z dwóch wolnych krzeseł w pokoju. Stosowny kolor zamyka się w ramach zwyczajnego niebieskiego. Niebieski jest odpowiedni do wszystkiego. Można nim zapełnić cały dziennik, złożyć elegancki podpis na ważnym dokumencie, pisać na brudno i na czysto. Chociaż brudnopisów nie opłaca się tutaj trzymać. W takich sytuacjach otwieram stary laptop. Żeby utrudnić sobie życie, masywny grat schowany jest do szafy zamykanej na klucz. Wszystko tu zamykane jest na klucz. Niedostępne dla osób postronnych. Trzymane w sekrecie, który odkrywamy na fotelu stojącym naprzeciw tej właśnie szafy. Z nutą hipokryzji najpierw przedzieram się przez zgliszcza życiorysów, żeby je potem adekwatnie spisać. Oczywiście w wersji uporządkowanej i ugładzonej, by następnie to wszystko odczytać i zamknąć w ramach papierowych dokumentów. Ta szafa skrywa wiele opowieści, przy których drga obsadka czarnego długopisu. Do tego rodzaju rozmów najbardziej pasuje czerń. Zawsze w modzie, zawsze w tonie. Dostosowany nastrój czerni przyjmie wszelkie słowa. Nie wzrusza jej nawet spora liczba hospitalizacji. Tusz miło wsiąka w kwestionariusz trzymany na równie czarnej podkładce. Ona dodaje sytuacji powagi. Wygląda profesjonalnie. Historie, zanim zostaną odpowiednio ubrane w słowa, najpierw są cichymi wyznaniami, bąknięciami pod nosem, kiwaniem głową. Wymaga to sporego zaangażowania, odpowiedniej mimiki, wyważonych słów, niewygodnych pytań. Nastaje chwila trwogi. Sprawdzian. Spowiedź. Smutek. Tego ostatniego jest w fotelu najwięcej. Czarny również pasuje do smutku. Czerń uwielbia smutek. Ale mnie on nie może porwać. Trzeba zachować twarz. Nie ma chusteczek, pociągania nosem. Jest profesjonalizm. Przejęcie pomieszane z lekką obojętnością. Nie taką zwykłą, ze wzruszeniem ramion i machnięciem ręki. Musi być w niej wątła nuta egotyzmu. Tej obojętności trzeba się nauczyć, żeby przetrwać. Nie nosić ze sobą ciężaru innych historii, tylko zostawiać je na gładkim papierze. Wsadzić do plastikowej koszulki, odłożyć, zamknąć na klucz. Przeciągnąć się z pozycji pracującej, wrócić do domu.

#felieton

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kulturalnylunatyk · 9 months

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2023, szybkie podsumowanie

teatr: O połowę mniej niż rok temu, ale za to bardzo mocna czołówka. I tak, wciąż - tylko tu jeszcze coś iskrzy.

Art of Living, Kallwat, Stary

Jak nie zabiłem swojego ojca, Pakuła, Łaźnia

Biesy Endemonidos, Wierzchowski, Opole

Ulisses, Kleczewska, Poznań

My way, Krystyna Janda

Melodramat, Anna Smolar, Powszechny

Spartakus. Miłość w czasach zarazy, Skrzywnek, Szczecin

Poza tym, bez kolejności: Botticelli, Świątek, Słowak; Świat jest gdzie indziej, M.Czarnik, AST Opera za trzy grosze, Montag, Stary; Książę niezłomny, Warsicka, Stary; Lalka, Klem, Słowak (po raz drugi); Lazarus, Klata, Capitol Wrocław; Genialna Przyjaciółka, Marciniak, Stary; Żywot i śmierć w Sacramento Hersha Libkina, Kielce; Goście wieczerzy pańskiej, Nowy Teatr, Fryzeł/Bergman; Balkony. Pieśni miłosne, Lupa, Teatr w Podziemiu Wrocław; Sen nocy letniej, Klata, Poznań; Lear, Andrzej Seweryn; Zmierzch długiego dnia, Perceval, Stary Empuzjon, Talarczyk, Katowice

a na deser top 5 „o ja pierdolę”

Marzyciele, Teatr Barakhah ("o ja pierdolę" do kwadratu)

Inteligenci, W. Malajkat

Niespodziewany powrót, Karolak & Olbrychski

1984.Ministerstwo miłości, Ludowy

Act of Killing, Klata, Słowak

seriale: Umiarkowanie, jakby się kończyły. Czyżby został już nam tylko Taylor Sheridan i powtórki z Mad Men? 1. Sukcesja (finał) 2. Tokyo Vice 3. The Last of Us, West Wing (Sorkin!) 4. 1923 (Taylor!), Biały Lotos (s.2), Szpieg wśród przyjaciół 5. The Offer, Emigracja XD, Spy/Master, Uczciwa kobieta

reszta chronologicznie, od końca: The Crown (s.final), Slow Horses (s.03), 1670, Idol, Warszawianka, Collateral, Trzy dni kondora, Dobre matki, Zakłamane życie dorosłych, Yellowstone (s.05)

filmy: w tym roku z braku czasu i tytułów wyszło trochę mało, ale genialny Tar nadrabia luki!

Tar

...

W gorsecie

Kos, Filip, Horror Story

Fabelmanowie, Mars Express, Living, Babilon

reszta chronologicznie, od końca: The 50 Year Argument, Na ścieżce wojennej, Czas krwawego księżyca, Goonies, Chleb i sól, Freestyle, Air, Prywatna wojna, Chłopi, 21 Jump Street, Pan Samochodzik, Glass onion, Aftersun, Kosmiczne maszyny, Sharper, Duchy Inisherin, Argentyna 1985, Niebezpieczni Dżentelmeni. Ale może warto jakoś osobno zaznaczyć te niemoralnie złe produkcje: Różyczka 2 i Lewandowski Nieznany

czytanie: wydawało się że było tego bardzo mało. a lista całkiem pokaźna. Z regularności to już tylko Dwutygodnik, ale i to po łebkach, i tam nadal wybitne felietony O.Hund(!), czasem jeszcze Bieńczyk w Ksiązkach. 1. Gwiazda piołun - Andrzej Franaszek 2. Ford. Reżyser - Michał Danielewicz 3. Wiersze - Robert Haas, 3. Orwell - Dzienniki z folwarku 4. Schron przeciwczasowy - Gospodinow 4. Wygnaniec. Biografia Baumana - Domosławski 5. Akwarium - o Związku Literatów Polskich - Tomasz Potkaj

Poza tym rozczarowujące umiarkowanie: Odrzania Rokity, To jest ten wiatr Nowaka, Miłość w czasach zarazy Marqueza, Empuzjon Tokarczuk, Kult Orbitowskiego, (nie)miły facet Glovera, Który tak śpiewa - o ptakach, teksty zebrane pod red. Kornhausera, Lekka przesada Zagajewski, Powszednia historia Sebastian Nowak, Marzenia filmowe Andrzeja Wajdy - Janickiego, Andrzej i Krystyna - późne obowiązki, Odbiorca ubezwłasnowolniony Barańczak, Mieszaniny Jan Błoński, Wypisy z ksiąg użytecznych - Miłosz, Rośliny w wierzeniach i zwyczajach ludowych - Fischer, Przebłyski historii - o Leopoldzie Buczkowskim, Notatnik osobisty - Joseph Conrad, Listy znad jeziora Como - Romano Guardini, Wszystkie drogi prowadzą na Krupniczą, Małe folio - Mrowcewicz, 3-tomowy inwentarz biblioteki Miłosza, komiksy - Wydział 7, SPATIF - Szarłat, Rodzina Monet, Koronkowa robota - Łazarewicz. Ale - Pan Samochodzik Niemirskiego jest zaskakująco niezły!

granie: jakoś bez rewelacji i wielkich zachwytów, dlatego w kolejności jakości: Oxenfree 2 - Bryant Cannon, Stray - Blue Twelve, Hogwarts Legacy, Immortality S.Barlow, 12 minutes - Louis Antonio, Florence - Ken Wong. No i wielki powrót czyli remake Tony Hawk Pro Skater 1+2 (!)

outdoor: za mało wyjść i wystaw, no bo czesiek i wyjazdy! Ale udało się wyrwać parę zachwytów: Palazzo Barberini w branżowym anturażu, codzienności Joanny Turek (Mocak), Bruno Schulz (Mocak), wrocławskie murale na Roosvelta, ogród Bellingham, dom napoleona na Elbie, muzeum i studio Paramount, themepark Universala

jedzenie: bardzo, bardzo dużo dobroci i przyjemności. Filthy Fried Food wielokrotnie, podobnie jak Diavola w Nolio, a poza tym świętomarciński obiad (gęsie serca w żurku), pizza z kwadratowego psa, gdyńskie chapki, czyżby najlepsza pizza ever w Quarterspace w LA, tamże dajner Burger'n'Pie, in-&-out, butterbeer w Harry Potter World, dużo dobrego we Włoszech (Elba i rzymskie smaki od Rachel Roddy), śniadania i kolacje w Cannes, wspaniały winebar w Nicei i przepyszne bistro pożegnalne w tejże, wybitna uczta w bistro w Annecy, roztoczańskie łupcie z kaszą gryczaną, kaszubskie ryby, poznańscy winnowiercy, wrocławski kotlet w Młodej Polsce, uczty w Bibendzie, smaczności w kropce, samotne Lupo, wspólna Madonna i Allora. Do tego dużo dobrego na tarasie, fenelowa majówka u kasi, ostatki balkonowe na Sarego, pijane Confetti Fest, gulasz u Andertów, cykl styp i pogrzebin w Żonglerce, pizza u Konrada, wigilia Pigeon, Ekipy i Wieliczka

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koszulkapikarska · 1 year

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Szybko dostosuj się do nowego środowiska Realu Madryt

Według doniesień "Marca" pierwsi piłkarze Realu Madryt, którzy wrócili do składu, od tygodnia wznowili treningi. W tym tygodniu gwiazda Bellingham, warta setki milionów, zyskała szczególną uwagę hiszpańskich mediów.

Ubrany w Real Madryt stroje Bellingham szybko przystosował się do intensywności i rytmu treningów po przejściu do Realu Madryt. Chociaż jego hiszpański jest jeszcze na poziomie podstawowym, ma dobre relacje z zawodnikami Realu Madryt. Między młodymi rekrutami zaczynają nawiązywać się przyjaźnie. W klipach wideo z treningów wydanych przez Real Madryt Bellingham nosi stroje piłkarskie i bardzo szczęśliwie dogaduje się z innymi graczami. Wśród nich jest stary znajomy Brahim i Vazquez z lokalnego gangu Realu Madryt. Wygląda na to, że ten młody człowiek, który właśnie skończył 20 lat, jest rzeczywiście geniuszem społecznym iw ciągu kilku dni całkowicie zaznajomił się z nowym zespołem. Duzi chłopcy w nowej generacji pomocników są radośni i żywiołowi, szybko integrują się z grupą.

Toni Kroos, który obecnie prowadzi treningi jako tymczasowy kapitan drużyny, jest równie zadowolony z talentu i chęci do nauki Bellinghama. Widać, że on również bardzo ceni sobie tego juniora.

#stroje piłkarskie

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zanimljivaekonomija · 1 year

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Belgrade Beer Fest poklanja 100 VIP paketa i 1000 regular paketa ulaznica dobrovoljnim davaocima krvi

Belgrade Beer Fest, u saradnji sa Institutom za transfuziju krvi Srbije, pokloniće 100 VIP paketa ulaznica i 1000 regular paketa ulaznica za sva četiri dana za omiljeni prestonički festival, koji se ove godine održava od 15. do 18. juna na Ušću.

Akcija, pod imenom „Zato što si nam važan“ ima za cilj da nagradi humanost i da se na simboličan način oduži pojedincima koji pružaju podršku zajednici, te će prvih 100 dobrovoljnih davalaca krvi na poklon dobiti 100 VIP paketa ulaznica, dok će narednih 1000 biti darivano regular paketima ulaznica za sve dane Belgrade Beer Fest-a. Kampanja traje od 1. do 14. juna, a već od 3. juna autobusi Instituta za transfuziju krvi Srbije biće postavljeni na pet gradskih lokacija u Beogradu, kako bi u ovu humanitarnu akciju moglo da se uključi što veći broj ljudi:

TC Stadion - 3. jun (od 13 do 17 časova)

Stari Merkator - 5. jun (od 10 do 14 časova)

Požeška - Dom zdravlja - 9. jun (od 09 do 14 časova)

Vidikovac - crkva - 10. jun (od 09 do 14 časova)

Opština Zvezdara - 13. jun (od 10 do 15 časova)

Podsetimo, najpopularnija letnja beogradska manifestacija koju organizuje Skymusic uz podršku Grada, ove godine proslavlja svoje 20. izdanje i na glavnu binu dovodi neke od najvećih svetskih i domaćih muzičkih imena, među kojima su i Morcheeba, The Brand New Heavies, Incognito, Ana Popović, Partibrejkers, Obojeni program, Toni Cetinski, Van Gogh, Joker Out, Kerber, Atomsko sklonište, Repetitor, Bombaj štampa, Koikoi, Zoster, Brkovi, Kralj Čačka, Neverne bebe, Bojana Vunturišević i Ana Rucner i Elvis Bajramović.

Ulaz na Belgrade Beer Fest svakog dana od 18 do 19 časova biće slobodan, nakon čega će ulaz u festivalsku zonu biti omogućen samo uz kupljene ulaznice koje su po ceni već od 300 dinara dostupne putem sajta belgradebeerfest.com, sajta efinity.rs, besplatne aplikacije eFinity, u TC Rajićeva (I sprat) i na blagajni Štark Arene.

#belgradebeerfestival #beerfest #beogradski festival piva #pivo #muzika #koncerti #davaoci krvi #humanitarna akcija #posetioci #vip paketi #paketi ulaznica #ulaznice #beograd

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ao3feed-hawksilver · 2 years

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Kiedy TARCZA i Xavier Łączą Siły

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/lu4naVj

by DiaArtemis01

Nick Fury dyrektor Tajnej Agencji Rozwoju Cybernetycznych Zastosowań Antyterrorystycznych połączył siły z Charlesem Xavierem, najbardziej znanym mutantem, telepatą i razem otworzyli szkołę. Szkołę dla wyjątkowo uzdolnionej młodzieży. Zarówno mutantów jak i nastolatków odznaczających się cechami poszukiwanymi przez TARCZĘ. I kiedy ja zakładali Charles nie spodziewał się, że zapiszą się do niej również asgardcy książęta. Czasem rozmyślał o życiu w kosmosie, jednak zawsze przed oczami stawał mu wtedy widok zielonych ludzików z antenkami na głowach, a nie... Następców tronu odległej planety tak podobnych i jednocześnie tak odmiennych od gatunku ludzkiego. Zaskoczył go również fakt, że jego... stary przyjaciel jest możliwym ojcem dwójki niezwykle potężnych młodych mutantów. Anthony Stark jest jednym z uczniów owej placówki i dalej nie jest w stanie powiedzieć czy to zrządzenie, czy uśmiech losu. Przynajmniej jego najlepszy przyjaciel również się tam uczy...

Words: 1317, Chapters: 1/?, Language: Polski

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, Marvel (Comics), X-Men - All Media Types, Fantastic Four (Comicverse)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: Multi, Other

Characters: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Hope Van Dyne, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Carol Danvers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Sharon Carter (Marvel), Peggy Carter, Darcy Lewis, Jane Foster (Marvel), Bruce Banner, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Scott Lang, Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff, Erik Lehnsherr, Charles Xavier, Loki (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), Amora (Marvel), Brunnhilde | Valkyrie (Marvel), Sif (Marvel), Asgardians (Marvel), Emma Frost, Jean Grey, X-Men (Team), Fantastic Four Team, Mutants - Character, SHIELD Agents & Staff

Relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Sharon Carter & Steve Rogers, Peggy Carter/Natasha Romanov, Clint Barton/Pietro Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff & Wanda Maximoff, Erik Lehnsherr & Pietro Maximoff & Wanda Maximoff, Erik Lehnsherr/Charles Xavier, Erik Lehnsherr & Charles Xavier, Loki/Peter Parker, Brunnhilde | Valkyrie & Loki (Marvel), Amora & Loki (Marvel), Brunnhilde | Valkyrie/Carol Danvers, James "Bucky" Barnes/Sam Wilson

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - High School, Good Loki (Marvel), Good Parent Howard Stark, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Protective Brunnhilde | Valkyrie (Marvel)

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Kiedy TARCZA i Xavier Łączą Siły

by DiaArtemis01

Words: 1317, Chapters: 1/?, Language: Polski

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, Marvel (Comics), X-Men - All Media Types, Fantastic Four (Comicverse)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: Multi, Other

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - High School, Good Loki (Marvel), Good Parent Howard Stark, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Protective Brunnhilde | Valkyrie (Marvel)

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#stony #steve rogers #tony stark #iron man #captain america #fan fiction #ao3 stony feed #stony fan

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Kiedy TARCZA i Xavier Łączą Siły

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by DiaArtemis01

Words: 1317, Chapters: 1/?, Language: Polski

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, Marvel (Comics), X-Men - All Media Types, Fantastic Four (Comicverse)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: Multi, Other

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - High School, Good Loki (Marvel), Good Parent Howard Stark, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Protective Brunnhilde | Valkyrie (Marvel)

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Kiedy TARCZA i Xavier Łączą Siły

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/cVZhmRF

by DiaArtemis01

Words: 1317, Chapters: 1/?, Language: Polski

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, Marvel (Comics), X-Men - All Media Types, Fantastic Four (Comicverse)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: Multi, Other

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - High School, Good Loki (Marvel), Good Parent Howard Stark, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Protective Brunnhilde | Valkyrie (Marvel)

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#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #jane foster

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Kiedy TARCZA i Xavier Łączą Siły

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/44994712

by DiaArtemis01

Words: 1317, Chapters: 1/?, Language: Polski

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, Marvel (Comics), X-Men - All Media Types, Fantastic Four (Comicverse)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: Multi, Other

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - High School, Good Loki (Marvel), Good Parent Howard Stark, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Protective Brunnhilde | Valkyrie (Marvel)

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#Bucky #Captain America #Winter Soldier #Sam Wilson #James Barnes #Falcon #SamBucky #BuckySam #IFTTT

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starkershomelife · 5 years

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I had a thought lol

#harry potter #avengers #tony stary #iron man #iron man 2 #iron man 3 #the boy who lived #starker #marvel #jk rowling #potter #drarry #peter parker #stuckony #captain america #winter solider #meme #people lie #1000 notes

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ravenforce · 5 years

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Manhattan 2

Word Count: 3583

Warning/s: None. (Would you believe that? Lol.)

A/N: Thank you so much for everyone who likes, and follows this story. You guys are amazing. Please leave your reactions, bloody or otherwise, on the comment section. My inbox is open too if you’d like to pop by. Oh, and please note the ff:

1. If there are any grammatical mistakes I’ve still overlooked, I apologize.

2. Since you’re already reading this part. Please, be careful out there. Protect yourself from NCOV. Wear a mask if you’re going outside. Wash your hand regularly, and bring alcohol everywhere you go. Take your vitamin C seriously, and stay hydrated. If you feel flu-like symptoms, get yourself checked by experts. Don’t self-medicate. The world is a better place because you’re here. Stay with me. Xx

Manhattan Parts: 1 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9

***

The Morning After - Lou’s POV

Lou can faintly see that the sun is already up and peaking through her curtains. Rather than get up, she shut her eyes tighter, the events of the night prior rushing to the forefront of her brain. She sighed happily as she remembers how soft you were against her hands, how obedient you were, and how beautiful you sound begging her to go faster, harder, and most especially when you screamed her name. She groaned when she remembered how you moaned as you come undone in her mouth and hands. She rolled on her back like she’s been struck by lightning when she remembers how you look in her bed, sated and peaceful.

She was disappointed when she found your spot on the bed empty. She sighed, no one leaves her in bed. It is her that always leave, and the other party begging her to stay but she never does. She sat up, she decided she’s not gonna wallow and think that you leaving is some sort of karma for every girl she left satisfied, yet heartbroken. She decided she’s going to shower because you both did plenty of dirty stuff last night, and then she’s gonna come downstairs to find her brothers and their merry gang of beautiful misfits and have breakfast with them.

Dressed in a crisp white button-up shirt, dark jeans, and black boots, Lou barged into the service kitchen where she knew everyone was holing after a night of partying.

“Good morning, children,” she greeted happily. Amidst being disappointed about your departure, she’s still positively lighter.

The soft morning conversation came to a stop. It took a minute for everyone to process her presence, that Lou, their big sister is home for once. She’s rarely home ever since she opened the art gallery, The Heist, in Manhattan with Debbie, Daphne, and the crew.

“Sestra,” Loki greeted when Lou rounded the corner towards the coffee machine. “Your after-sex-glow can be seen from outer space.”

The Avengers choked on their breakfast items, Loki and Lou started laughing.

“Loki!” Thor admonished after successfully gulping down his french toasts.

“What? She looks great!”

“You could have gone with that,” Tony complained, blushing profusely and pointedly not looking at Lou. They’ve all been close to her, growing up with the boys but they still don’t like being privy to Lou’s sexual affairs.

“Where’s the fun in that?” Loki, ever the sassiest, said.

Thor watched his big sister for a minute, and the three of them have been closed enough to know that Loki’s right. Lou’s definitely glowing.

“Please tell me you didn’t pick up a random college girl from the party last night,” Thor said warned jokingly.

Lou smirked and intentionally didn’t answer the question as she makes her coffee.

“Lou?” Thor asked, squinting his eyes at his sister’s back.

Lou turned around to look at her blonde sibling with an infuriating smile on her face.

“Well,” she started, intentionally pausing a beat or three to annoy her brother. “I didn’t actively look for her. She stumbled on my lair, what am I supposed to do?”

Loki and the rest of the gang laughed, while Thor continued mumbling and complaining about having to look at the poor girl sulking at school because the legendary Lou Odinson won’t pick up their calls.

”Besides, how am I supposed to walk away from her? She’s breathtaking,” Lou said with genuine fondness.

***

Heavy Breakfast - Your POV

Before everyone can grill Lou on who she slept with, you barged in the service kitchen looking slightly dishevelled and with a deep frown on your face. The conversation dropped, while the tension rises. Everyone looked surprised that you’re on-site, their collective gaze fell on Nat and Carol in an instant. The two looked terrified and wholly unprepared for your arrival. They still haven’t quite polished exactly what they wanted to stay, even though they’ve been trying to reach you since the sun started to rise.

“God, Odinsons’ your house is insane,” you said dramatically.

“I went outside to make a phone call, and I got lost on the way back,” you ranted before looking up from your phone and quickly looked at your friends.

Your perfectly constructed poker face nearly slipped when you saw Lou standing behind Tony and Maria by the coffee maker. She looked mildly surprised but more entertained at the idea of being in the same room as you and the two women she helped you forget - temporarily - last night. You held back the urge to roll her eyes at her.

“You’re not the first to complain about that,” Lou quipped. “I told the boys to put up signs but I guess they’re both lazy idiots.”

You cracked a smile remembering how she called her brothers that last night before threatening to beat them up, assuming they made you cry. Tony and Maria caught the smile, no matter how small it was and quirked an eyebrow.

“Putting up signs around the house is ridiculous,” Thor complained as you walk towards the coffee machine.

“Not to mention tasteless,” Loki backed his big brother up.

Lou handed you her mug of coffee before starting a fresh brew. Thor and Loki stopped talking in an instant, as everyone watches you drink from Lou’s cup. You let out an ungodly moan as you let Lou’s perfectly brewed black coffee with two sugars wash over you, and warm you inside out. Your friends are watching the two of you like hawks. You can hear the cogs in their heads turning, piecing every action and reaction together.

Any minute now, you thought.

“You look good in my shirt,” Lou commented, full-on grinning now.

“Holy shit,” Tony exclaimed.

“What?!” Thor yelled as he stumbles out of his stool.

You just shrugged before turning to your friends. You don’t care much that they know. You’ll tell them eventually, anyway. You just worry that you sleeping with Lou will change your dynamics with Thor and Loki. Wanda looked surprised while Maria looks worried for a second, she knows you best. So, she knows you slept with Lou as a coping mechanism.

Loki and Tony look impressed while Thor looks like he’s still processing but he doesn’t look angry. Nat and Carol looked pissed as hell.

“You slept with Lou?” Nat asked, voice clearly on edge. You frowned, not liking the tone she’s using. “Why?”

“Because I can,” you answered simply, voice neutral. “And I wanted to. Last time I checked I’m free to do whatever and whoever I want.”

“We know we fucked up last night,” Carol started to say. “But this retribution is brutal.”

You can feel your blood starting boil at that. You wanted to yell that you didn’t sleep with Lou as revenge for them kissing Steve and Val, you did it for you. You did it to forget, sure but you did it also because you’re attracted to the woman for fuck sake. You wanted to scream so many things, some of them probably spiteful but you weren’t able to as Lou’s warm, soft hand landed purposely on the small of your back. Everyone caught the action, Nat and Carol’s frown dipped deeper as they watch all your anger dissipate.

“I can’t do this right now,” you sighed before putting Lou’s mug on the sink next to you.

Lou just nodded at you before stepping away from her. You walked towards Maria and Wanda before planting a soft kiss on both their cheeks with a soft promise that you’ll explain everything soon enough. You walked towards the Odinson boys next, pulling them both out of the kitchen and into the hallway. Once out of everyone’s prying eyes, you tugged the boys into a hug which they immediately reciprocated, sandwiching you between them.

“I’m sorry about all of this,” you whispered. Thor’s hand landed on the small of your back, while Loki placed his around your shoulder. “I hope we’re cool?”

The boys can hear the worry and hesitation on your voice. Loki smiled at you, before tucking a loose hair behind your ear. “I’m cool with whatever you and Lou are up to. I ship it.”

You smiled at the raven-haired boy before turning towards Thor.

“I don’t understand it but it’s not my business. I just hope you understand what you’re getting into,” Thor said, worry lacing his voice.

The truth is, he secretly ships it as well but he knows her sister’s reputation in New York. She’s been living in Manhattan for a couple of years now, and never had Lou ever dated anyone seriously. He knows her sister’s not the relationship type. She beds girls that caught her interest for a small amount of time until she gets bored or until the girls started developing real feelings for her; then Lou bolts.

She doesn’t care how long the arrangement has gone, if romantic feelings are involved, she’s out. She doesn’t care much if it hurts. For their sister, it’ll hurt worse if she pretends she can give them something she couldn’t. For their sister, it’ll only hurt worst in the long run because what she gives won’t be enough. Lou has been leaving a trail of broken hearts everywhere she goes that’s why Thor worries about you.

You sighed happily. All things considered, you know you’re gonna be okay now that you’ve secured your friendship with the Odinson boys. You were about to leave when the door opened revealing Nat and Carol.

“Wait, Y/N. Please stay,” Nat pleaded.

“Let us explain,” Carol added. “Let us try and fix this, please.”

You wanted to ignore both of them but the sadness in their voice stopped you on your track. You turned towards them and saw the two woman you truly adore nearly in tears.

“I can’t,” you started. Nat and Carol visibly deflated. “Not right now. I need to go home and get ready. I have an interview for the internship program. We’ll talk after, I promise.”

“Okay,” they answered smiling softly at each other.

At that moment, you decided that there’s no point holding on the hurt and anger. No matter what, you still love Nat and Carol but you decided you’re not gonna be a player in their game anymore. When you met the two, you knew they still have feelings for each other but they’re too stubborn to admit it, yet you still willingly played. You decided though that if you can’t be with them, you’ll help them get who they deserve.

No more running away. No more mind games, no more using other people to make each other jealous. No one else is gonna get hurt, just because Nat and Carol can’t be honest with each other but that’ll have to wait after your interview.

***

The Heist - Lou’s POV

“You’re late,” Daphne stated the obvious as Lou walked in leisurely in the conference room two hours after she’s supposed to be in.

Debbie noted the soft smile on her best friends face but said nothing. Lou just shrugged as she plopped down on her designated chair beside Debbie.

“I’m sorry,” Lou said but didn’t offer any other explanation.

She didn’t really have to explain how she stayed up all night just to make you come undone. She didn’t really have to explain how she offered to drive you home as an excuse to spend more time with you. She didn’t feel like sharing how she drove leisurely back to Manhattan because a part of her wants to stay in Ithaca, and risked being teased by her friends for immediately having a soft spot for a girl she barely knew.

9Ball looked up from her laptop to regard Lou for a moment, then every one to check if they’re seeing exactly what she’s seeing.

“At least one of us had a good weekend,” 9ball said with a smirk.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you with an after-sex-glow, like ever,” Tammy said making everyone laugh and Lou to roll her eyes playfully.

“Agreed,” Debbie seconded.

“See, even Debbie agrees,” Constance said, “So who’s the lucky girl?”

“There’s no girl,” Lou lied. She knows that Debbie can tell she’s lying but she doesn’t care. She’s not ready to share you with her vulture friends yet.

Before anyone can call her out on her bullshit, the gallery secretary, Charlie poked her head in the conference room.

“She’s here,” she said looking at Debbie.

“Saved by the bell,” Amita teased, prompting everyone to start giggling again. Debbie shushed them after a minute. Charlie who has been working in the gallery since it opened didn’t bat an eye on her bosses weird antics. She just waits patiently for instructions.

“Send her in,” Debbie instructed before Charlie nodded and scurried away to get the last interviewee for the gallery intern position. Whoever gets the job will join her, and the second gallery assistant, Kurt at the bottom of the corporate ladder.

Lou looked at her best friend with a silent question but before she can answer, the door opened and the applicant walked in.

***

The Interview - Your POV

You stopped dead on your tracks when you saw Lou, while the other paled a little.

Holy shit, you thought to yourself.

When Lou said she’s a businesswoman, it didn’t occur to you that she might be the owner of the art gallery you’re applying for an internship. You internally cursed the alcohol you consumed the night before for missing dead giveaways that Lou owns the Heist, like the number of artworks and art pieces in her home office, or the magazines on her coffee table featuring her and her crew.

You were pulled away from your internal musing when 9Ball jumped out of her chair to tackle you softly in a hug.

“Y/N!!” 9Ball exclaimed as she rubs her pretty face on the side of yours. Lou frowned at the action.

“You know each other?” Lou asked carefully keeping her voice neutral.

9Ball extricated herself from your person before dragging you to the table. “This is Y/N Y/L/N, she’s my friend from MIT. She’s eighteen when we graduated uni,” 9Ball bragged.

“We know, nine. We read her file” Rose said smiling.

Lou frowned because she doesn’t know, she forgot to read your file. She meant to do it yesterday but well, she met you instead. Though she knows things about you, it would be inappropriate for her to divulge them in this interview. She had to bite her lips to stop herself from smiling, thinking about all the tiny details she knows about that isn’t in your resume. Daphne caught her though but decided it’s not the time to discuss what’s going on.

“Y/N you’ve been vouched by Nine, and your credentials are spot on,” Debbie started to say, using her CEO voice. “So I’m wondering why you still want to do this interview rather than just get the job?”

You smiled up at your potentially new boss. You can easily see that Debbie is the level-headed one in their group.

“I work great with Nine. You all work great with Nine but that doesn’t mean you will work great with me,” you said softly, confusing everyone some more.

“I need you to assess me as a person, not just my credentials.” You paused to let that information sink in. 9Ball looks at you with pride in her eyes.

“I’m great in the paper, sure. I possess the technical qualities to perform an excellent job, but I believe all of it is to go to waste if you find my personality doesn’t match yours.”

Smart. Debbie noted on your resume without breaking eye contact. She smiled at you, clearly impressed. She looked around the table to assess her team’s reaction, and by the happy look on their faces, she knew they liked you as well. Everyone was enamoured by you if their attempts to engage you in a conversation all at the same time is to go by.

“What do you think?” she whispered towards Lou.

Lou didn’t take her eyes off you as she answers. “I think she’s perfect…for the job,” Lou caught her slipped up early on but by the look on Debbie’s face, she knew she caught it.

Debbie cleared her throat to draw everyone’s attention back to her. She looked at you intensely, the pregnant pause is giving you anxiety. “Y/N, when do you think you can start the job?”

You heaved a great sigh of relief. “Can you give me until next week to find an apartment, move, and get settled?”

Debbie nodded before standing up, walking to you and shaking your hand.“Welcome to the Heist,” she said smiling. Then everyone came over to congratulate you and give you hugs, except Lou.

***

You were standing at the side of the gallery entrance, texting Maria the good news when someone stood toe-to-toe with you. You’ve seen that boots this morning but you opted to finish your text with Maria before looking up at Lou.

“Would you prefer if I turn down the job?” you asked tentatively. You’re a little worried that she didn’t come over to congratulate you awhile ago.

“What?! No! Unless you don’t think you can’t work with me,” she teased. You laughed softly.

“Don’t flatter yourself, Ms Odinson.”

“Miller,” she said. You tilted your head confused. “I don’t use Odinson here. It attracts too much-unwanted attention.”

You wanted to make a joke about how such a face would attract a lot of attention but the seriousness in her voice prompted you to let it go.

“Well don’t flatter yourself, Ms Miller,” you corrected yourself, trying to imitate the way she talks. Lou laughs at your antics. You’re such a child but instead of running for the hills, she’s craving you more and more.

“Anyway, do you have plans tonight? Thought maybe since you’re here, we can celebrate.” Lou wanted to smack herself for being unable to resist vomiting her words. She doesn’t do nervous but something about asking you out, platonic or otherwise, feels daunting to her.

“I can’t tonight. I promised Maria and Wanda I’ll be home for dinner,” you said with a frown. “And you know I promised Natasha and Carol we’ll talk too.”

Lou mirrored your frown. Something about you, and Nat, and Carol in one sentence ruin her good mood. “Okay. Some other time, maybe?”

“Now, who can’t get enough of who?” you teased, effectively eradicating the frown on the blonde woman’s face.

“Shut up.”

You laughed. She started laughing too while hailing a cab for you. When the famous yellow car pulled up on the curb next to you, you bid her farewell. You stopped before entering the vehicle to look at her.

“Maybe you can help me warm my new apartment soon.”

It wasn’t a question. It’s an offer, and Lou knows it.

She smiled broadly at you.

“It’s a date,” she said before the yellow taxi rolled you away.

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