Can’t Help Falling in Love - Peter Parker

Request: I was wondering if you could write a peter parker x reader and have the reader being able to play the Ukulele? And maybe have peter not know she plays and he catching he playing/singing? Lots of Fluff? I hope you notice this! Ps love your writing sweetheart💚 (requested by @nevaehsuga)

Summary: As an avid music lover, the ukulele was just another instrument you had learned to play. However when Peter catches you playing, he can’t help but be amazed.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

Words: 1,522

Warnings: major fluff like i was squealing while i was writing

A/N: first request guys! this was super fun to write, so i hope y’all enjoy. i’m working on a part 2 to Forgiveness in Time, so that’ll be up tomorrow. remember that requests are open and im honestly so happy when i get them! ALSO ITALICS ARE FLASHBACKS!

There were three constants in you life; your love for your family, space, and music.

Growing up, the relationship between you, your parents, and your sibling was tight. No matter the situation, the love shared between yourselves was constant.

Space was also consistent. To anyone else, space is just something out of their reach; a beautiful sight to behold, but no one bothers to look because they are busy sleeping. Not you, though. Although space had always fascinated you (let’s be real; NASA was the goal), space was just a way to show that there was so much you didn’t know, and that you curiosity was always overpowering.

Music, however, was not an art. To you, it was a religion. From as long as you could remember, music had been incorporated into your life. In the fourth grade, you joined an Honours Choir, signing in competitions all across New York City. In the seventh grade, you joined the middle school band. You picked up the clarinet and played well enough to have been invited to join the New York City Honour Band less than a year after you started to play.

Your love only blossomed from there. When you became old enough to discover Broadway, you immediately fell in love. You bought countless cast albums, and still cry every time you listen to Hamilton. As soon as you started high school, you were auditioning in the school’s production of The Hunchback of Notre Dame. Along the way, you mastered the piano, you taught yourself the guitar, and even learning some trumpet.

But the small, charming instrument called the ukulele captured your heart.

In middle school, you were definitely the ‘always-on-Tumblr-oh-my-god-Tyler-Joseph-is-my-dad’ kid, and after hearing House of Gold by Twenty One Pilots for the first time, you instantly fell in love with the charming stringed instrument, later running to your favourite music store and buying yourself a ukulele.

You picked up the ukulele very quickly after already knowing how to play guitar, and every extra second you had to spare was strumming that instrument.

Which was where you found yourself that Saturday afternoon. Instead of studying for your biology exam, you found yourself distracted and desperately craving the sound of the ukulele. So, you pushed your textbooks aside and grabbed your ukulele, strumming a few chords.

Before you know it, you find yourself strumming the chords to We Don’t Believe What’s On TV by Twenty One Pilots.

The song was special to you, solely because it reminded you of your best friend, Peter Parker.

You had met him after school during rehearsal night. You were starring as Esmeralda in the Hunchback and slipped out of the auditorium to grab some water while the ensemble was learning some choreography. As you stepped away from the water fountain, you noticed a blur of someone wearing red and blue skin tight material run past you and up the stairs. Curiously, you had followed him.

The staircase lead to an empty hall, aside from Peter Parker standing at his locker, attempting to stuff something inside it.

“Peter?” you call out, “Peter Parker?”

You watched as his head whips around. “Yeah? That’s me. Uh–(Y/N)?”

You walk closer to him. The closer you got, the more nervous he seemed.

“What are you doing here this late?” you question.

Peter scratches the back of his neck. “I could ask you the same question.”

“I’m at rehearsal. We’re doing The Hunchback this year, remember?”

“Oh,” was his only response, forgetting to answer your question completely.

You put a hand on your hip and continue, “Say, did you see someone run up here? Clad in red and blue spandex?”

He stutters out a, “No.”

“So then what are you doing at your locker?”

“Getting some books I forgot, I told you.”

“No, you didn’t.”

“Didn’t what?”

You roll your eyes, getting impatient. Finally deciding that enough was enough, you grabbed the handle to his unlocked locker. Despite Peter’s pleas, you yank it open to find the Spiderman suit hung on the coat hook.

“You’re Spiderman,” you say in disbelief.

“You can’t tell anyone.”

So you didn’t. You and Peter came up with a deal. Peter was in the same Biology class as you were, and as much as you hated to admit it, you needed a tutor. So in exchange for keeping your secret, Peter helped you not only pass, but ace the midterms.

As the months went by, your 'business deal’ turned into a friendship, and on your part, love.

You got to the chorus of the song and began to sing.

“I need to know that when I fail you’ll still be here,

'Cause if you stick around I’ll sing you pretty sounds,

And we’ll make money selling your hair.

I don’t care what’s in your hair,

I just wanna know what’s on your mind,

I used to say, ‘I wanna die before I’m old,’

But because of you I might think twice.”

You continue to strum and finish the song with some occasional singing and humming. As you strum the last chord, a slow clapping comes from the fire escape outside your window.

There you find Peter clad in his Spiderman suit, mask off, sitting on  your windowsill.

A blush comes up your cheeks as you stand up to close the door and pull him inside your room.

“Pete! What are you doing here? Someone coulda seen you!” you scold him, but your insides were screaming in joy that Peter decided to stop by.

He laughs and slings the backpack he was wearing off his shoulders, gesturing for you to turn around so he can get changed. You quickly spin against your heel, but you manage to sneak a glance at Peter’s insanely sculpted back muscles before he slipped on a shirt.

You finally become aware that he had finished changing as you heard the squeak in your mattress as Peter sits down. “I didn’t know you could play,” he says while inspecting the ukulele laying on top of your comforter.

You sit next to him and smile a little, “I picked it up a couple weeks ago. I haven’t really shown anyone. Well, until you showed up.”

He laughs and nudges your shoulder before replying, “Well, I’m glad I did because you are absolutely breathtaking.”

You stare at him and smile, “Thanks, Pete.”

He smiles back and look back at the ukulele, turning it in his hands. He plucks each string one by one, before strumming all four together. He turns to look at you again.

“Teach me?” he asks, looking at you hopefully.

You nod in return and move your hand above his, moving his fingers above certain strings to form a chord.

“Now strum,” you instruct.

With his opposite hand, his fingers gracefully strum the strings. The beautiful sound reverberated in your ears.

“I did it!” he says excitedly, with the biggest smile on his face.

You let out a giggle at how cute he was, “Yes you did, you big dork. Now, shut up so I can teach you a song.”

After a couple of minutes, he learns the rest of the chords. And in less than an hour, he plays the song almost flawlessly.

You watch him with a smile as he stands up on your bed to do a celebratory dance, ukulele still in his hands.

“Peter!” you manage to say in between your fits of laughter, “come down before you break yourself, or my ukulele!”

He laughs at you, but sits back down beside you nevertheless. You had retreated to the floor, using the bed as a back rest in fear that Peter was going to jump on you.

After the laughter dies, he places the ukulele in front of you and turns to you.

“What song did you teach me anyways? You never told me.”

“Oh!” you say with a surprised tone, “it was I Can’t Help Falling in Love with You.”

“Good,” Peter says with a slight smirk on his face.

“What?” you ask, utterly confused.

Peter smiles and shakes his head. “Well,” he starts, “it’s good to know that the girl you fell in love with can’t help falling in love with you, too.”

Your mouth drops in shock, trying to process what just happened.

Deciding that it didn’t matter you quickly uttered, “Peter Parker, you are the smoothest dork I know,” before pressing your lips to his.

He makes a noise in response before responding. His arms find their way to your back, pulling you closer to his honey tasting lips, and your hands find themselves wrapped around his neck, playing with his hair. He begins to lean closer, but accidentally ends up kicking your ukulele in the process, a sour sounding chord playing quietly. You both pull away in laughter.

“I’ll make you deal. You keep teaching me how to play, and you’ll do me the greatest honour in letting me be your boyfriend,” Peter says as he tucks a stand of (Y/H/C) hair behind your ears.

You smile and pull him in for another kiss. You whisper back in adoration, “It’s a deal.”

musette96  asked:

I'm not sure if you've heard but Ryerson is having a panel and they are inviting some awful people like Jordan Peterson and Faith Goldy so there's going to be a demonstration against this on Aug 22nd. Information can be found on Facebook on the page No Facists in Our City. If you are going to the demonstration stay safe especially after what happened in Charlottesville

Facebook Event:

No Fascists in Our City! - August 22nd, 2017 - Toronto, Canada.


Warnings: supper fluffy smut

Song: XO by Beyoncé or John Mayer

You slowly turned over, reaching a hand out only to hit the cold mattress. You opened your eyes, the moonlight softly lit the hotel room as a small breeze blew through the crack of the balcony door. You rubbed the sleep out of your eyes, removing the white sheets from over top your body as you fixed your twisted tank top. You slowly stood up as your feet patted on the hardwood floor, you made your way to the balcony. You slowly opened the door, revealing the bare back of your boyfriend, Grayson. His hair was ruffled from the pillows and his sweatpants hung low on his hips. You slowly brought a hand up, rubbing his bare back, you joined him as he stared down at the busy city below. You looked up at him, no expression covered his face.
“Are you okay babe?” You asked him, rubbing your hand lightly across his back. Grayson cleared his throat, shifting his weight onto his left foot.
“I’ve just been thinking,” he sighed, “I don’t know why people hate on Ethan and I, like, we try to be the best people we can be but no matter what corner I turn, there’s always a negative.” Grayson bowed his head. “I just feel like no matter what we do, we will always get hate for it. Even if it is the right thing.” You slowly rubbed his back, the lights down below illuminated the city.
“Gray, you’re right. But I can tell you one thing.” Your movement stopped on his back as you looked him in the eye. “You will always have people supporting you. I assure you, Gray, you have so many more positives out there than negatives. I promise you that you and Ethan are the two greatest people I have ever met. You guys are so humble and mature, that’s why people love you. The reason why people hate on you guys is because they want to be like you. They want to have your muscles, your fans, your personality.” You smiled as he looked back at you. “Gray I promise you that you are such an amazing person. You deserve the world.” Grayson cracked a small smile as he leaned down to press a soft kiss to your lips.
“What would I do without you?” He asked, leaning his forehead on yours. You shrugged, smiling as Grayson leaned in for another small kiss.
“Arn’t you cold?” You asked as a small shiver went up your spine. Grayson shrugged,
“It’s a bit chilly.” Grayson laughed. A small smile formed on your lips, all you wanted for boyfriend was happiness. You laid your head on his shoulder as a small breeze blew by and goose bumps covered your body.
“Do you know how much I love you?” Grayson asked.
“A lot, hopefully.” You giggled. Grayson brought his arms around you as he pulled you into a warm hug, squeezing lightly.
“I love you so much, y/n.” He softly laid his head on yours as you wrapped your arms around his bare torso. You both stayed there for a moment until Grayson slowly pulled away. “Let’s go warm up.” Grayson motioned for you to jump as you wrapped your legs around him, you pulled him into a deep kiss as he slowly entered the suite, closing the balcony door behind him. The kiss slowly heated up as you wrapped your arms around his neck, folding your hands in his hair. Your tongues danced together as you slowly made out. Grayson laid you down on the bed gently, not breaking the kiss. He hovered above you as he ran his hands down your body. He trailed soft kisses down your jaw as he slowly lifted your tank top over your head, revealing your naked chest. He lifted a hand up, gently massaging your breast as he kissed his way down to the other one. He softly sucked on your nipple as a quiet moan emitted from your mouth. He slowly switched sides as he licked and sucked on the other breast, his warm hands running over your body. He kissed down the valley of your breasts, stopping your stomach as he peppered his kisses around your belly.
“I love you so, so much.” He whispered against your skin. He slowly placed your legs over his shoulders as he pressed soft kisses over the insides of your thighs. He slowly discarded your panties and shorts as he returned himself between your thighs.
“So beautiful, baby.” He whispered. You smiled down at your boyfriend as he pressed a soft kiss to your clit. You ran your hands through his hair as he licked a strip up your heat, sucking softly on your clit. You felt two of his fingers enter you as he thrusted them slowly into you. You laid your head back against the pillows as you softly moaned. He flicked his tongue over your clit as he curled his fingers to graze them over your g-spot.
“Gray.” You moaned his name as you lifted your hips off the bed lightly. He hummed against your clit as he continued his movements. His fingers worked inside you as your nails massaged at his scalp, your heels digging into the white bed. The moonlight complimented Grayson’s muscular back, his muscles flexing with every movement of his arms. You watched your boyfriend as he stared back up at you, flicking his tongue back and forth across your clit. You bit your lip, keeping from moaning too loud. You threw your head back against the pillow, angling your hips up for Grayson to hit your g-spot lightly. You whimpered as you felt his fingers slide out of you and his movements stop. You looked down at him as he stared up at you. You watched as he slowly sucked your juices off of his fingers.
“You taste so good baby, but I want to show you all of my love.” You watched as he took his sweatpants and boxers off as he crawled on top of you. He caught you into a deep kiss as you felt his hard on poke at your entrance.
“Ready baby?” Grayson asked, looking into your eyes. You nodded,
“As ready as I’ll ever be.” You smiled. He smiled back as he pulled you in for another kiss, slowly pushing himself inside you. You both moaned as he gave you a second to adjust before he started thrusting softly inside you. Your bodies were tangled in the white sheets as Grayson made love to you, his thrusts slow but deep. He began to suck on your neck as he brought another hand up to your breast, massaging it softly. You threw your head back as you moaned his name softly. You wrapped your legs around his lower back as he deepened his thrusts. All that was heard in the room was skin against skin, the bed creaking and the both of your soft moans. Your hands reached around his head, pulling his hair softly as you pulled him into a kiss. Your tongues rubbed together softly as you moaned into his mouth.
“You’re so beautiful, y/n.” Grayson grunted into your ear as you clawed your nails softly down his back. Grayson ran his hands down your body as they stopped at your waist, he thrusted a bit rougher into you. Grayson and you both chased your highs as the pad of his thumb rubbed your clit in small circles.
“Gray, I’m close.” You moaned, arching your back as he found your g-spot once again.
“Cum when I tell you to, okay baby?” Grayson moaned as he thrusted into you slowly but roughly. You bit your lip as Grayson’s head hung back, his hips rolling into yours. His face was concentrated, his mouth hung open. His abs clenched as you clenched around him, trying to hold off your orgasm.
“Fuck baby, cum with me.” He took your right hand in his, pinning it above your head as your body shook. You squeezed his hand as you moaned each other’s name. He pulled you into a deep kiss as your thighs shook around him. You clenched tightly as you moaned in his mouth. Grayson’s hips bucked softly as you both rode out your highs.
“I love you.” Grayson whispered, his breathing uneven.
“I love you too.” You replied, as he kissed you deeply. He slowly pulled out as he rolled over, pulling your head onto his chest. You rested your arm on his stomach as he pulled the thin white sheet over you both. Grayson kissed your forehead softly as you both lied down to drift into a deep sleep.

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Request: Hey. I Love your Jack Imagines! I am reading every single one of them all day haha. Maybe you could do one, where Y/N sees Jack after they broke up a while ago. And it ends up with them getting closer again or something? 🤔


It had been years since you had last seen him.

You thought that Jack was in your past and would stay in your past. But here he was popping up everywhere. On TV, on radios, on the side of buses, on billboards.

His face was on nearly every Dunkirk poster in your city.

It was driving you nuts.

Jack had broken up with you after being together for 3 years, saying that he just didn’t feel the same way anymore. He said it would be best for the both of you if you went your separate ways and focused on your careers.

You called bull shit.

You had been so angry at him, calling him selfish for putting his acting above you. You’d been there to support him throughout school and his first roles, only for him to drop you once he got a major part on a TV series?

It felt like a stab to the heart.

You immediately scratched Jack out of your life, deleting his number, email, social media pages, and dropping off all his things. You never once looked back.

But now his face was everywhere and the tear in your heart ached for him. As much as you fought it, you wanted him back.

You’d never say that to his face though.

When you heard that Jack was in your city for a promo tour for Dunkirk, your heart had skipped a beat. But you quickly shook it off, not wanting to get your hopes up. What were the chances of seeing him again in a city of millions?

Apparently very high.

You were on a mission to get in and out of the grocery store and back to your apartment before the new episode of your favorite show started in an hour.

You were rushing up and down the aisles, hardly paying attention to where you were going. So when your cart crashed into another, you weren’t really surprised.

“I’m so sorry! I wasn’ even payin’ attention to where-” When your eyes met those of the man you had bumped into, your words were cut off. You froze in shock, leaning heavily against the cart to keep yourself upright.

“Y/N?” The familiar Scottish accent sounded, nearly causing you to fall over. “Blimey, it’s so good to see ye. How have ye been? Ye look amazin’!” You just stared at him, trying to process what was going on.

He didn’t wait though, quickly rushing to you and pulling you into one of his famous bear hugs. He gave you a peck on the cheek and then pulled away while smiling at you.

“Jack, uh hi.” You spoke lamely, mentally smacking yourself. “Listen, I’m in a wee bit o’ a hurry. Wish I could stay and chat, but I’ve got things to do.” You told him, finally gathering your wits.

Jack was frowning at you, but stepped aside so you could get to your cart.

“We haven’ seen each other in almost two years, surely ye could spare a few moments. I’ve missed ye.” Jack said, pushing his cart alongside yours.

“And whose fault is tha’?” You snapped, sending him a slight glare from the corner of your eyes.

“Alrigh’ tha’s fair. And I really am sorry about doin’ tha’ to ye. It was selfish and stupid of me. I was a complete numpty. But things have changed since then. I’ve changed. And runnin’ into ye today can’ just be a coincidence.”

“It doesn’ matter Jack. We’ve both grown up and moved on since then. It just didn’ work out between us, and tha’s fine. Ye don’ need to feel like ye have to apologize.” You told him, turning down another aisle. He continued to follow you, as persistent as always.

“Ye think I’m standin’ here because I want to apologize? I’m still here because I want ye back.” Your hand froze slightly over a box of pasta, before you quickly composed yourself.

“I don’ think tha’s goin’ to happen.” You responded, keeping your back to him. You were afraid that if you looked at him, your resolve would shatter.

“Y/N, please.” Jack pleaded, grabbing your hand and twisting you around. You were practically chest-to-chest with him, making it harder for you to process your thoughts. “Tell me tha’ ye haven’ missed me. Missed us. Tell me tha’ ye haven’ though’ about me at all since we broke up and I’ll leave ye alone. But if there’s a chance, the slightest chance tha’ we could start over, I need to know.”

“I can’ tell ye tha’ I haven’ missed ye or thought about ye because it would be a lie.” You told him softly, causing his eyes to light up. “But Jack, I don’ know if there can be an us again. I can’ let myself get hurt like tha’ again.”

“I know I hurt ye, and I’m so so-”

“Wha’ happens when ye feel like I’m gettin’ in the way of yer career again? Wha’ happens when the next big role comes and ye start havin’ doubts?” You questioned, cutting him off. Jack sighed, shaking his head at you fondly.

“Ye don’ get it, do ye?” He asked, confusing you entirely. “I’ve spent the last couple years regrettin’ the fact tha’ I let ye go. I’ve rearranged me priorities since then, and winnin’ ye back is at the top of me list. I’m not here by coincidence Y/N, I came to find ye. I arranged interviews here in hopes I could talk to ye.I’ve been workin’ up the courage to talk to ye fer days now. Runnin’ into ye at the store was jus’ an excuse to talk to ye again. I want ye in me life, even if we have to jus’ be friends to start. I want more than tha’ though. It’s more than me just wantin’ ye as me girlfriend again. This is me wantin’ to spend the rest o’ me life with ye, because yer want I want. You’ve always been what I want. I just didn’ know it before.”

He spoke so sincerely, staring into your eyes through out the entire speech. You were gaping at him like a fish, heart pounding in your chest.

“If I say yes to this…” You started, causing Jack to reach forward and grab your hand in his. “Ye have to promise me a few things.”

“Anythin’.” Jack spoke immediately, making you laugh slightly.

“This is fer real Jack. I don’ want to get hurt again.” You spoke sternly, but there was a small smile growing on your face.

“I won’ let myself hurt ye again.”

“If ye have a problem with somethin’, talk to me first. Don’ just break up with me cause ye don’ know how to handle somethin’.”

“Of course.”

“And Jack?” You paused a moment, a smirk growing on your face. “Ye have to introduce me to Cillian Murphy.”

“Deal.” Jack laughed, a wide smile on his face.

“I’m not promisin’ things can go back to how they were. But I do promise tha’ I’ll give ye another chance.”

Suddenly Jack was pulling you into his arms, swinging you around in the middle of the grocery store.

“All i need is one chance.”

Needless to say, you completely forgot about your show until the next morning. You couldn’t find it in yourself to be upset though.

Sugar Tip #48

This tip is aimed at sugar babes who have a certain level of financial security to rely on without working in the sugar bowl.

Don’t ask your Sugar Daddy to reimburse every little thing! Remember you’re trying to come across as an independent woman that doesn’t *need* a man to live this luxurious lifestyle… 

You’ve arrived at the bar early? Buy yourself a drink, better yet get one in for your Daddy too. This not only shows you’re mature and confident, but reassures front of house / bar staff that you’re not on the ‘look out’.

If you’re meeting him in the town / city you live in, there’s no need to ask him to pay your fare. Girl, you’re a grown woman, you should be able to afford an oyster card or a train ticket for a few stops down the line. (Of course he should pay if you’re travelling out of town)

Don’t ask him to pay for your weekly grocery shop at the local supermarket, this should be something you can cover yourself! However there’s nothing too wrong if he wants to take you to nice restaurants or foot the bill for your excursion to Fortnum and Mason’s.

The point is; if you expect him to pay for every little thing you do, he will start to lose interest. He will also see this as a form of control over you. In his eye’s you’d be lost without him - after all, you’re implying you can’t afford a train ticket or basic groceries…

Not the look you’re going for!

anonymous asked:

*grunts in romanian*

La dracu, păpușă.” (Fuck, doll) Sebastian rasped over the screen.

Even though the two of your were parted away –Sebastian being at his hometown in Romania as you were left in New York city, both of you still couldn’t resist the necessity of sex. So what both of you did for the previous weeks was to face time each other and nevertheless masturbate in front of the screen.

Your cheeks flared as you felt heat and blood rushing over your face as you stared at the screen ahead of you. Sebastian was intensively jerking himself off as he threw the back of his head out of delight –along with hearing a few grunts. Though what had made you more titillated was when you heard him grunting and panting in his native language, Romanian.

The spontaneous swears left Sebastian’s lips –obviously because he was into the moment and the sensation so much as he undoubtedly was swearing and probably forgetting that you couldn’t understand much. “Haide, mai repede.” (C’mon, faster) He grunts followed by a compliment, “Thew view of your pussy is so fucking beautiful, păpușă.” 

here’s a v short drabble. blame the anon who sent the ‘grunts in romanian’

tobelovedandttobeinlovee  asked:

do you like the mortal instruments movie?

ehh not really,, I liked how certain characters were portrayed (clary, jocelyn, simon and luke) but I hated how the lightwoods were portrayed, especially alec.

he was so much meaner and awful that the actual city of bones book (if you compare the dialogue from the scene where alec and clary argue, there are SO MANY differences and alec (movie) was just a jerk tbh. as well as the lightwoods not like,, being the lightwoods, valentines casting was pretty awful, as well as the weird portal institute thing.

the overall plot was pretty good, until the end, where isabelle pulled out that fire hose thing (I don’t even know) and jocelyn ended up being in like a tomb, and the part that ticked me off the most was we didn’t actually know whether magnus healed alec and he like,, survived or not, we just got clary cleaning up her apartment with a rune.

magnus was the best portrayal of magnus i’ve seen tbh (½ haha) but I didn’t get the no underwear thing either. in short, i don’t really think book to tv adaptions ever work out tbh. (the special effects were very good though) (also there wasn’t a raphael)

(the accents put me off as well—I love british accents but it was just :////. #notmyshadowhunters)

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First Expansion/Game/Stuff pack: I think City Living? 

Have you made a simself: Yes I have. Here she be :D 

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Builder or Gameplay: Gameplay. My builds are actual trash. 

Are you a CC creator: Nope

Do you have any simblr friends:Mmmhmm :D I’ve met a lot of wonderful people on here. 

What are your favorite sim games: Sims 4 

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“Yes.”  Gregor turned more pages.  Each set of pages had more individuals like him.

“Here’s the thing, though.  At first, most were strange in appearance.  As many as four out of five monstrous parahumans, if you’ll excuse the term, follow the pattern, and that number might increase if you got a chance to examine or get a decent interview with the others.

That’s very interesting. Either someone is making “monstrous” parahumans, or they’re targeting them. But in the latter case, there’d almost certainly be easily found records of these parahumans from before the point where their amnesia kicked in. If Gregor was already snaily before the Umegas got their hands on him, it shouldn’t be that hard to find out who he once was.

The tattoo, amnesia, their first memories are waking up somewhere in a strange city.”

“At first, you said?” Gregor asked, “This changed?”

“Turn to the red tab.”

Oh yeah… I guess maybe the Umegas are getting closer to making parahumans who appear mundane? Is that their goal, the reason they’re dumping the monstrous ones?

He found the red tab that stuck out and turned to that page.  A high quality picture of an attractive redheaded girl.


“She showed up in Vegas.  The whole casino thing has bitten the dust, pretty much, since parahumans who could game the odds or cheat started showing up.

Heh, nice. Reminds me of a certain Homestuck character with the ability to steal luck.

But there’s underground games, still.  She participated in a few, and had a bounty on her head in a matter of days.  She’s calling herself Shamrock, and I’d put good money on the fact that she’s got powers that let her manipulate probabilities.”

That’s a good name to go with that power.

“I see.  Why are we talking about her?”

“Next page.”

He turned the page.  “Ah.”

It was a grainy surveillance camera image.  Shamrock was in the midst of changing clothes in what looked like an underground parking lot, and, though partially obscured by her bra strap, the tattoo was visible on her shoulderblade.  A stylized ‘u’.

*throws Pokéball*

Shamrock! I choose ʊ!

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Boston mayor to alt-right free speech conference: The city “does not want you here”

  • Speaking Monday, Boston Mayor Marty Walsh told members of the alt-right planning an upcoming free speech rally in his city that they were categorically unwelcome.
  • “Boston does not want you here,” Mayor Walsh said, addressing those organizing and planning on attending the Free Speech Rally on Aug. 19. 
  • “We’re going to do everything we can to make sure that this demonstration does not happen here.”
  • Though Walsh did not clarify what those actions might entail, the Boston Herald previously reported that the mayor was exploring “legal and tactical options” to prevent the rally following the violence in Charlottesville. Read more (8/14/17 4:15 PM)

You’re a superhero working a new job. A few weeks in, a super-villain attacks your city, and as you excuse yourself from the office to fight it, you notice everyone else on your floor is excusing themselves as well…