FanfictionWriter101

Due to the strict shooting schedules of Marvel movies and the actors and actresses they hire to be in said movies, it can be rather difficult to plan one’s family life around said shooting schedules. And thus, by sheer chance, four of Marvel’s leading lady’s schedules coincided and they found a nine-month window in which they were not expected to be shooting or promoting their specific movies. And by chance, such timing coincided, with all four ladies becoming somewhat of a collected support group through the trying times. Having been fond friends for years before, they were used to supporting each other in other ways, ways that continued into their nine-months of pregnancy. Eight months in and the four ladies partook in regular Yoga Classes which consisted on only the four of them. Only, they never had yoga mats, never entered the Yoga Class room in robes and in a far sweatier state than a simple Yoga Class would warrant.          ...

“I’m telling you, it’s real! I’ve not done anything to this besides click the button to take a photo!” I exclaimed, furious that my hard and diligent work as a member of the paparazzi wasn’t paying off in the slightest.             “You’re telling me that somehow… somehow in this fantastical land of teenage boy’s dreams, that you stumbled upon not one, not two, not three, but four naked superstars all walking around like it was nothing? Hell, I don’t even think all four of these people are friends, let along voyeuristic mates,” my editor retorted, his interest in the photo being an intimate one, but one of sheer scepticism. In the age of internet fakery, it would have been foolish to just admit it was real, but having known the whole story, I knew from first-hand experience, that these four women were not only voyeuristic mates, but intimate voyeuristic fuck buddies. Let me tell you the story.     ...