#but i am not doing it for those who want to argue. i am doing it for anyone who is normal and does not want to see this and blocks the tags

[irisintheafterglow]

sakusa kiyoomi falls in love with you again every time he comes home from practice.

even more so today, when his nose is flooded with the savory aroma of curry boiling in the large pot in front of you. he recalls mentioning craving curry despite the sweltering summer heat outside, and figures you must've run to the store to get some on your day off. now, with the air conditioning running to offset the warmth of the curry, you were completely oblivious to him arriving to your shared apartment. the kitchen's bluetooth speaker is blasting some sappy love song from your phone, and you sing along with the wooden spoon in your hand as a fake microphone.

"i love you, baby! and if it's quite alright, i need you baby to warm the lonely night," you croon, spinning around on the tiles until you catch him staring at you from the entryway. "i love--" you freeze, in the middle of your dancing pose like a deer in headlights, and his mouth pulls into a gentle smile. "oh," you say, embarrassed. "hi, baby."

"hey, goofy," he chuckles, toeing off his shoes and meeting you halfway to take you in his arms. he presses a slow kiss to your lips and another to your forehead. "what've you been up to today, besides," his eyes flick down to your body, covered in nothing but one of his black msby jerseys and a pair of mismatched socks, "stealing my clothes, it looks like."

"woke up at noon. made lunch. worked out. showered. watched a few episodes of that reality dating show you hate," you reply with a grin and he rolls his eyes. your hands brush over his broad shoulders before dancing over his neck and finally resting on his cheeks. "i missed you. it was lonely without you."

"missed you too," he murmurs. he's about to lean in to kiss you again when you light up and grab his hand.

"oh, lemme show you what else i did today!" you drag your boyfriend to the kitchen table and rearrange some photos that you'd cut out and printed. he leans forward to look over your shoulder, one hand on the table and the other on your hip. his proximity makes your heart stutter and he catches the way you melt into him immediately, his closeness making you fold even after years of dating. "so? what do you think?"

he quirks his head to the side and examines the photos like he was trying to figure out a puzzle: three different kinds of pale yellow flowers, two pictures of overly elaborate place settings, a how-to guide of creating your own cheesecake bar, and a grid of napkins in varying shades of green. there's also a dozen business cards scattered between the photos and a full-sized notepad with your handwriting scribbled over the entire page.

"what am i lookin' at?"

"kiyoomi, what do you think you're looking at?" you snort incredulously. "what have i been talking about for the past four months and would spend my only day off planning?"

"oh, right," he says, his voice coolly even in spite of the tips of his ears turning pink. "we're getting married."

"did you forget?"

"of course not," kiyoomi frowns, nestling his chin into the space where your neck meets your shoulder. "i just thought we were going for something simple."

"we are going for something simple," you argue.

"three sizes of forks is simple?"

"we have multiple dinner courses!"

"what about all those different flowers?"

"i was giving us options."

"a cheesecake bar--"

"in place of wedding cake," you interject. "you're the one who said you wanted to give guests options so that they didn't complain if they didn't like the flavor."

"okay, fine," he concedes. "but what's all these napkin colors?" he picks up the grid of green swatches and narrows his eyes at it like a treasure map. "is everyone getting a different napkin?"

"no, omi!" you giggle, taking the picture from his fingers.

"then why are there so many different kinds of green?" he asks with an almost distressed tone in his voice, like he was panicking about the napkins.

"because you said green, but didn't specify what shade of green," you state matter-of-factly. kiyoomi makes an indignant noise in his throat.

"green green."

"green green doesn't make sense, sweetheart," you remark, turning to face him and trying not to laugh at the concentration on his face as he glares at the photos. you gently push his head with your finger so that he's looking at you instead of the table. "i'm sorry i'm stressing you out with wedding planning," you apologize with a teasing lilt to your voice. "i didn't realize you had no other idea in mind other than whatever 'green green' is." he groans and his head falls onto your shoulder, grumbling something against your his shirt. "say that again?"

"you're a lot better at this wedding planning stuff."

"no, i'm just better at making it look like i know what i'm doing," you correct.

"well, you're really good at it."

"and you're really good at making me feel supported, so thank you."

"it's what i'm here for." you sigh and reach to grab your phone from your back pocket. "what're you doing, love?"

"calling for backup: one, because all that curry on the stove isn't going to eat itself, and two, i think we need some outside opinions on wedding stuff."

an hour later, the three loudest members of the msby team burst into your apartment with a six pack of soju and a binder titled 'omi-omi's banger wedding.'

[wr2shw]

Unplanned

description: your’s and harry’s life gets an unplanned surprise

pairing: harry lewis (w2s) x fem!reader

genre: angst

you have been dating harry since the past 2 years. you guys met through faith and hit it off eventually. you guys were opposites but there were some things where you both were similar. one of those things was joking around with each.

so when he smacked your bum today and said “nice arse.” he thought you would laugh along with him. but you snapped at him, “what the fuck, harry? can’t you see i am trying to do my makeup. now you have messed it up.” you say, genuinely angry.

“i am so sorry, love. i was just joking.” he says, the joking tone in his voice falls. “you alright?” he asks, slowly wrapping his arms around you.

you bury your face in his chest and out of nowhere start crying. “no, i am not alright. i screamed at you for no reason and now i feel so bad. i am sorry, harry.” you sob into his hoodie. “now i have also ruined your hoodie with my makeup and tears. i am such an awful person.”

“hey, hey, it’s alright. stains come out easily and i don’t mind you shouting at me you could do it as much as you want, i just want you to be alright.” he says, running his fingers through your hair.

“why are you so kind?” you say as you continue to sob into his chest, louder now.

“baby, what’s happened? why are you crying so much?” he asked, pulling you away so he can look in your eyes. “are you uncomfortable? did i do something?” he asks, genuinely concerned.

“no, it’s not you, i don’t know what’s wrong with me, i just feel like crying. my moods are all over the place. yesterday, i got mad at faith too for some stupid reason and then i had to apologise.” you say.

“will crying help you feel better?” he asks, and you nod. “okay, you can cry as much as you want but later we will try and figure out what’s wrong.” you nod again and cuddle into his hoodie.

next day, he leaves for work giving you a little kiss on the forehead. today you are feeling much better, you wave him goodbye and get back to your own work. while in a meeting with your boss, you sense a wave of nausea hit you. you ignore it at first focus back on what your boss is saying. you are trying your best to ignore it.

“y/n, are you feeling alright? you have gone pale.” your boss’ voice comes from the laptop.

“yeah, i am fine.” you say, your voice low and silent.

“you don’t look or sound fine. y/n you should take the day off. please log out of the meeting and rest. we can resume tomorrow, there is no rush.” she says, and before you can argue she hangs up the call.

you get up from your desk and make your way to the kitchen, to grab a glass of cold water, hoping it will help. as you were sipping the water the final wave of nausea hit and you vomited in the kitchen sink. all your breakfast was now down the drain. something was definitely wrong with you and you decide to lay down.

lunch time approached but you weren’t in any mood to eat. your head feels light and now out of nowhere you have got fever. ‘amazing’ you think to yourself. you needed help now and you know who you had to call.

“hey, mum.” you say into your phone. your voice groggy.

“hey, sweetheart, you alright? you don’t sound well.” she asks, the worry in her voice evident.

“no, mum. i don’t feel well. i feel nauseous and i measured my temperature, i have got a 103c fever.” you say.

“woah, 103, darling that’s high, please go to a doctor or have some meds.” she says to you.

“my body’s aching, mum, i can’t move.” you say.

“do you want me to come over?” she asks.

“absolutely not, mum you leave 3hrs away, i can’t ask you to make that trip for a stupid fever. i’ll ask harry to take me.” you say.

“okay, sweetie, keep me posted and take care of yourself.” she says as she hangs up.

you decided to text harry first,

you

hey

harry

hey, baby

you

how’s the shoot going?

harry

it’s so fun but exhausting at the same time, we have got to get this done by tonight. i might come a little late, so don’t miss me much ;)

you

enjoy <3

you don’t call him, you don’t want to ruin his shoot for a little fever. instead you called your best friend, faith.

“faith.” you say into the phone. you voice getting worse.

“y/n? darling, what’s wrong?” she says, clearly worried.

“i don’t know, i feel nauseous and have a really high fever. i need some meds, please.” you practically beg.

“yeah, yeah, give me five, i will come over.” she says.

“faith, please don’t tell ethan, i don’t want them to worry.” you say.

“okay, be there in 5.” she says and hangs up the phone.

5 minutes later, as promised, she arrives with olive. “okay, olive darling, why don’t you colour in your book while mum helps auntie y/n, go on honey sit there.” faith hands olive her bag and then comes to help you. “here take these.” she hands you some pain relief meds for your headache and some meds for your nausea.

you gulp down the meds with some water. “i am so sorry to call you like this.” you say.

“don’t be foolish. i wouldn’t be anywhere else right now. you lay down and rest. olive and i will keep you company.” you lay down on the couch. faith takes your feet onto her lap, giving you a very much needed foot rub.

after a while of talking and laughing with olive and faith you feel much better. “those meds really did some magic.” you say to her.

“yeah, i know they would, i took them too when i was pregnant with olive.” faith says, casually.

“pregnant?” you ask.

“yeah, pregnant. you might be pregnant, y/n” she says.

“don’t be ridiculous, faith.” you argue.

“i am not. you are showing clear signs of pregnancy for the past two weeks. the random mood swings, the weird craving and now the nausea. y/n, you might be pregnant.” she says.

“i have said it before and say it again eating fries with vanilla milkshake is not weird, chewing on ice is not weird, and drink pickle water isn’t weird either.” you defend yourself.

“all of them together is weird.” faith says.

“i can’t help it! my tummy wanted it all.” you say.

“i am just asking you to take the pregnancy test. if you are not pregnant, well and good but if you are then at least you’ll know.” she says. you give her a look but three minutes later you pee on three different pregnancy test, all of them asking you to wait 10 minutes.

“i am gonna shit myself. how long does this take?” you ask to faith, both of you sitting on the bathroom floor.

“love, these are the longest 10 minutes of your life.” she says. she sees you fidget with your fingers, a panic attack about to happen. “breathe, darling. no matter what you will be alright.” she folds your hand “deep breaths.” she takes some deep along with you.

you take some deep breaths, slowly calming down, the alarm goes off suddenly. with shaking hands, you reach out to flip the first one, there was a faint but very evident second line on it, the second one was the same and the third one flashed the word ‘pregnant’ on it. fat tears start pouring down your face, “no no no.” you start panicking. “i can’t- we can’t- no no no.”

“y/n, calm down, darling, please breathe.” faith try to calm you down but it was of no use. you were full on panicking, sweating and definitely about to vomit. you duck into the toilet and vomit all the remaining content of your tummy.

“faith, i can’t do this, i absolutely cannot do this. harry and i have never talked about getting married let alone a baby. on some days, i cry myself to sleep just out of exhaustion. harry and i can’t take care of a plant, faith, a PLANT, all you have to do is water it. i get disgusted from my own vomit how would i clean the mess a baby makes. faith, i can’t.” you say, then lean against the bathroom wall. tears still streaming down your face.

suddenly you both hear tiny footsteps running towards the bathroom. “auntie hurt?” she says as she sees you cry and run over to you to hug you. you hold her close, carefully running your fingers in here hair.

“no, sweetheart. your auntie is not hurt. she is acting like a fool.” she says, and you look at her. “olive, love, is y/n your favourite auntie?” olive smiles and nods her head. “y/n, olive loves you and harry very much. and ethan and i only ever trust you guys with her because you guys are so good with her. you make sure she is fed, you make sure every single thing is safe when she is around, you are responsible and smart. that’s more than what i started with.”

you both sit in silence for a while, olive cuddling you.

“y/n, i am nobody to tell you what to do with the situation. but if you think you can’t do it then you think wrong. and if we are talking about harry then trust me, that boy loves you and nothing can change that.” she tells you. you pull her into a side hug, careful with olive. you try your best to stop crying but the emotions are too high.

“you lot look cozy.” a new voice, harry’s, comes through.

“har!” olive says, excitedly running to hug harry’s legs.

“hello, there.” he says, picking her up. his expression turns into worry as he sees your tear stained face. “y/n, you are crying?” he asks.

“alright, time for me to leave.” faith says getting up, taking olive from harry. “take care of her.” she whispers to harry before leaving.

harry strolls over to you and pick you up bridal style before taking you to the bedroom. he gently places you on the bed before speaking, “darling, i am really worried about you. you have to talk to me, i can’t bear to see you cry it’s hurting me.” his voice cracks a little.

“harry, i have to tell you something.” you say, before getting up from the bed and going to the washroom to grab your pregnancy tests. you make your way back to harry and hand him the tests. he stares at them, just stares, no reaction, no sound. “i’m pregnant.” you say in hopes that he says something but he doesn’t, he doesn’t even move. “harry, you are scaring me. please say something.” you say, sitting beside him, holding his cheeks, making him look at you. “harry…”

“you are pregnant.” he says, his voice is numb. you nod. “it’s mine, right?” he says in the same tone.

“what?” you ask, shock. “of course, it’s yours. why the fuck would you even say that?! you-“, before you finish the sentence he starts laughing. “you are such a wanker.” you say hitting his shoulder but then laugh with him.

“i am sorry, love. i just wanted to hear that beautiful laugh.” he says, kissing you. “on a serious note, you are pregnant.” he says and you nod again. “i will do anything you want.” he says.

“you want it?” you ask him.

“i want you. i will do anything you want. as long as i have you, i would do anything.” he says.

“i want it.” you say, in a shy voice.

“then i am right there with you.” he says.

“harry, babies are hardwork, they are sleepless nights and tired mornings, they cry and scream, you have to clean them, you have to be careful and extremely responsible. babies are difficult.” you say.

“i know that, i know how terrible the process is. but i also know that you want this and i want this too. i am not gonna say i am 100% ready but i am willing to learn.” he says.

“you make me so happy every single day. i love you so much.” you say, kissing him.

“i love you more, baby.” he says.

[cobaltperun]

Jenna Ortega x Reader tag anon asks

Well, it's a sad day when this happens.

These past couple of days I've noticed several Jenna writers getting anon asks to stop using Jenna x Reader tag for Jenna's characters so it's easier to find actual Jenna stories.

And I'm seeing those authors just taking it, not even arguing their case, so, as someone who is also using Jenna x Reader tag for my stories (most of which are for Jenna's characters) I am going to set a couple of things straight.

All of you readers who have issues with most of us using Jenna x Reader tag for Jenna's character, sure, we can stop, we can help you keep precious few seconds of your time.

But you have to understand, there are consequences to that. You are effectively fragmenting the Jenna fanfic fandom, killing any story for a movie that is more than a couple of months old. If I were to write a Vada story right now it would do several times worse without Jenna x Reader tag, because most people wouldn't come across it. I can safely say 99% of readers don't check Vada x Reader tag even on a monthly basis. I know I don't.

And Vada isn't the only one. The only characters that are still actively written for are Wednesday and Tara and those two might have some people checking their tags specifically.

Saving your precious seconds that you'd have to spend to scroll past my technically incorrectly tagged fic (and even that is debatable) means hours or days of my life effectively going down the drain because instead of a 100 people reading, it'll be 10. (You want proof? Here's one. Lost, the story a lot of you found me through back when I started writing, only began actually getting noticed when I began using Jenna x Reader tag from chapter 3 onward.) And nothing kills a fanfiction fandom as quickly as the lack of feedback.

And what happens then? When we, the writers, your completely free entertainment, get sick of yelling into a void, posting fics no one reads? We quit. As have many, many Jenna writers to this date, leaving a pile of unfinished stories and stories never started.

That's what you'll get and that's what you're already getting, because in case some of you haven't noticed, Jenna fanfiction fandom is being kept active by about ten of us.

Is this rant just about anon asks that popped up? No, I have other gripes with fanfiction readers of today, but that's neither here or there. This just fucking pissed me off.

So, to the one reading this, if this offended you, or if me continuing to use Jenna x Reader tag bothers you, block me, you'll be doing both of us a huge favor.

[smttyindulgence]

Buzz - KNJ (18+)

Pairing:boyfriend!Namjoon X Fem! Reader

Theme: pwp, SMUT.

Wordcount: 0.9k+

Summary: In which Namjoon punishes you.

Warnings: SMUT, pwp, use of a vibrator, orgasm denial, doggy style, unprotected sex (be safe), creampie, spanking. NSFW!!

Minors are not allowed in this blog!!

Namjoon smiles with his dimples in full view. 

In other times, those would have made butterflies somersault in your tummy, but right now, you only drip more. His smirk perfectly matches the wild look in his dragon eyes. 

His smile, his stare, his bulky body hovering over yours - everything makes you lose your mind, increases your anticipation by ten fold. 

But then you hear it. You hear the buzz.

He pulls out the vibrator from his backpocket. And smiles dangerously at your widened eyes. 

“Kim Namjoon, what are you planning to do?” your voice betrays you. There’s more excitement than dread. 

“Jagi, you know you should be punished for the stunt you pulled today.” he says, one of his long fingers hooks on the thin material of your panty. He slides the article off of your body smoothly. Turning on the vibrator, he puts the tool right on your clit. 

“Fuck” you curse at the sensession. 

Your already sleek pussy starts pooling with warmth. The vibration feels delicious on your clit. Your eyes roll back, your back arch to press your nerve on the device even more. Your fists grab the bedsheets for your dear life. 

Namjoon chuckles darkly, “what a slut you are, jagi.” 

His finger probes into your hole without any warning. A loud moan spills through your lips, “Joon ah”. 

“Yeah baby, tell me what you want.” he asks, thrusting his finger at a rapid pace. 

“Joon, ung, please more” you somehow manage to utter despite the continuous assault. 

“Yeah? You want more?” Namjoon’s voice dips an octave lower as he adds another finger to your core, he presses the vibrator to your core even more. 

An incoherent sentence, some slew of curses make their way out of your mouth. Your vision gets blurry with tears of pleasure. You are close, so close. 

“Fuck baby! Look how you are clenching my fingers! Fuck” Namjoon curses. His voice, the apparent want in it, pushes you closer to your climax. 

“I.. I- I am close.” the knot in your stomach tightens. And then everything stops right away. 

Namjoon retracts his fingers, taking away the buzz of the tool as well! 

“Namjoon! What the fuck!” you scream in frustration. You were so close, just one step away from the euphoric feeling.

Namjoon only chuckles, “you really thought I would give it to you so easily? After you flirted with Hoseok like that?”  

Your boyfriend is a jealous gremlin, you should have remembered. 

“I wasn’t flirting with him, joon!” you whine. You are half naked and dripping on your sheets but he has to talk about his friend? How is that justified? 

“Oh you absolutely were.” he argues, starting to unbutton his shirt, “And you need to be punished for that.” 

Once his shirt is gone, revealing the honey-tanned skin of his chest, he starts unbuckling his belt.  

He stands before you wearing nothing but his boxers, almost matching your half-naked state. His hair is dishevelled, some strands are sticking to his sweat-sleeked forehead. Namjoon looks heavenly. You thank all the gods above for making him yours.  

“On your fours. Now.” his command registers. You fix your position, popping yourself up on your legs and hands. 

Before you can question him anything, a sharp slap lands on your ass. A shrill leaves through your parted mouth. 

“Tell me who do you belong to?” Namjoon questions, another slap rings as if punctuating his question. 

“You! You! You! I belong to you” you answer in a haste. 

“Then why did you flirt with Hoseok?” another slap. 

You know it’s not the right time to argue. 

“I’m sorry” another slap, “I’m sorry, joon. I will never flirt with him.” another slap. 

“Oh, so you will flirt with other men who are not him?” another slap. 

“No! Fuck!” the skin of your ass starts stinging deliciously. A pool of wetness gushes to your core. 

“Good girl” he praises and just when you thought that the spanks have come to an end, he humbles you with one last slap.

Your limbs are about to give up. But Namjoon holds your thighs apart, you hear shuffling. He takes off his boxers and drills his cock in your cunt in one go. You grasp. 

“Ooff! So fucking tight” he mumbles, adjusting himself inside you. “You okay?” 

You nod, giving him the green light for thrusting. He starts with a slow pace but right after two thrusts he picks up his speed. 

The bed starts creaking after a while. 

Namjoon fucks you in an inhumane pace. He curses in between his thrusts, finger nails dipping in the skin of your waist. 

For a second time tonight, you start inching towards your orgasm. But then Namjoon places the buzzing object on your clit again and you lose your wit. The orgasm that you could hold for a minute more, rushes out of you without any resistance. 

“Baby! You just creamed my cock!” Namjoon grumbles. You moan at his praise. 

Soon enough, his thrusts start losing rhythm. You know he is close too. 

Within a few more seconds, Namjoon screams, spilling his hot white release inside your cunt. 

His seed rains down your thigh, drenching the bedsheets. 

He leans down, places his head on your back. 

“Fuck baby! You are so hot. I can’t blame Hoseok for having eyes on you.” 

You only chuckle at his silliness.

[carolina-thiell]

Two Plus One Equals…? | Rafael Barba x Reader.

Fandom: Law and Order SVU Character: Rafael Barba Pairing: Rafael Barba x Reader [established relationship], family Format: Fic, one shot Word Count: 779 words Genre: Domestic fluff, family, pregnancy reveal, humor Warnings: Pregnancy announcement, gentle family themes, no explicit content Status: Part 1 of 3

Saturday morning had a kind of warmth that lived in the walls; not just from the September sun leaking through the linen curtains, but from the hum of quiet routine. The world outside might be honking, rushing, shouting but inside the Brooklyn brownstone, the only sounds were the gentle clink of a spoon stirring coffee and the soft slap of toddler feet on hardwood.

Rafael Barba sat at the kitchen table, legs crossed, glasses slightly crooked, a steaming mug of espresso cradled between two hands like a sacred ritual. The New York Times blinked on his tablet screen, already being dissected and judged before he’d even finished the first column.

You leaned against the counter, watching him with a mixture of love and barely restrained amusement. He hadn't looked up once in ten minutes. Not at you, not at Nico and that was part of the plan. Nico, all of three years old and endlessly energetic, toddled into the kitchen in a carefully selected white t-shirt. Across his small chest, in bold navy letters, it read:

BIG BROTHER IN TRAINING.

You held your breath. Rafael glanced up briefly, just enough to make sure Nico wasn’t about to run face-first into a chair leg.

“Careful, mijo,” he said absently, reaching out to ruffle his hair. “Don’t spill anything on your shirt. That looks new?”

You cleared your throat, trying not to laugh.

“Do you want to read what it says?”

He didn’t look, just grunted. “Is it another Paw Patrol thing? You know those things shrink in the dryer no matter what setting we use.”

“Rafa.” Your voice was firmer now.

“What?”

“Read. The. Shirt.”

With the slow weariness of a man asked to do something tragically mundane, like admit someone else was right, Rafael lowered his espresso and actually looked. First at Nico, then at the shirt. You watched the gears begin to turn; he blinked once, squinted and read the words again.

BIG BROTHER IN TRAINING.

Another beat.

“...Wait.”

His head shot up, his eyes met yours sharp, blinking and stunned.

“You’re serious?”

You nodded, lips pressed together to hold back the smile trying to break free.

“Ten weeks.”

Silence; his face was a flurry of reactions. You knew that look: the courtroom brain trying to make sense of a completely emotional situation. It never worked.

“We’re... wait... we’re having another?”

You nodded again.

“A second one?”

“Yep.”

“With... you and me?”

“That’s generally how it works, yes.”

He stood slowly, the chair scraping back against the floor. Nico, clearly unaware he had just become the center of an elaborate reveal, was now absorbed in trying to stick a cereal puff to the dog’s back.

Barba walked toward you as if on autopilot, then stopped. “You set me up.”

“You were the one who didn’t notice the giant letters.”

“I had a deadline.”

“You were reading a think piece about judicial reform in Wisconsin.”

“It was deeply flawed.”

You laughed, and he gave up trying to argue, arms wrapping around you as he pulled you close. His mouth brushed against your temple. You felt him exhale long and full and entirely overwhelmed in the best way.

“You know,” he said, voice lower now, softer, “I don’t think I ever imagined this.”

“This?”

“Domestic chaos, crumbs on the floor and sippy cups in my briefcase. A tiny human in a themed t-shirt announcing I’m about to be outnumbered.”

You smiled into his chest.

“You’re not outnumbered yet.”

“Oh, I am,” he said, looking down at you and then at Nico, who was now chewing on a plastic dinosaur and humming to himself. “I surrendered years ago.”

His voice was teasing, but his eyes betrayed something else, something deeper. Wonder, gratitude and, maybe, a bit of fear. But mostly awe at you, at the life you’d built when neither of you were looking. At the fact that somehow, despite late nights and bad cases and all the jagged edges he’d carried for so long, this soft, noisy, imperfect world had made space for him.

You pressed a kiss to his cheek. “You’re going to be amazing, again.”

He scoffed predictably but you felt his arms tighten around you.

“God help the kid if they inherit your stubbornness,” he murmured.

“Oh, I’m counting on it.”

He pulled back slightly, giving you that crooked half-smile; the one that meant he was fighting the emotion in his throat and almost losing.

“So,” he said. “Do we tell anyone else? Or are we just going to keep using children’s clothing as a communication strategy?”

You smirked. “It depends. Are you planning to read the next shirt?”

[hughesmybaby]

louboutins and jimmy choos

quinn hughes x model!reader

summary: of course quinn could tell apart those designer shoes, when he's been dating the top supermodel of the world at the moment

genre(s): fluff

part of the supermodel series (soon)

requests OPEN

a/n: this may be niche but i hoped to try something fun and original, something new for everyone to enjoy this off season! i hope to be able to write more consistently now, and i have more ideas being cooked as we speak!! please send any requests from me about the hughes bros and especially our beloved quinny! no smut for now but definitely in the future hehe.

word count: 1.3 words

Growing up with three brothers in a hockey-crazed family, jerseys and athleisure filled his wardrobe. His definition of style was more focused on comfort especially when he was out of the rink, out and about the city, lounging on a boat on the lake with the sun kissing his skin.

Then when he met you, Quinn never really dated someone who had a style. Yes, he may have dated those model types before, but they chased the thrill of the lifestyle, the luxurious goods, but had no idea of style beyond mass consumerism.

Not that you’d ever say “you were not like those other girls” as you’d argue it’s frankly sexist, but you had an eye for fashion, and luckily found yourself in an industry you saw as an art and appreciated.

Quinn found himself standing outside his mom’s walk-in closet at their New Hampshire house, trying to sort through her wardrobe for another guest appearance at a university soon for her seasoned hockey career and how she helps the next generations of women in the sport.

“Quinn, what do you think of these? I am not sure what shoes I should go with this.” She tried on the first pair, before stepping out of those and slipping on the other.

Quinn thought for a second as he browsed through the similarly shaded black lumped heels that he wouldn’t know the difference years ago. Now that he dated you? He’s picked up what you liked and learned through your snippets of fashion before he’d read through blogs to know it was all about.

“Mom, I think if you’re going with that blazer, I’d go for the Louboutins So Kates over the Manolo Blahniks. I think they’d be more comfortable to walk in after a long day, yeah?” He looks at the two pairs his mom had picked out, looking back and forth between her black blazer and pants and a white top.

Ellen could not help herself but burst into laughter, shoes still in hand. “Never in my life would I think that any of my boys, especially you, would know that much about fashion. It was not long ago you would mistake burgundy for aubergine.”

Quinn shrugs. “You don’t date someone like Y/N without having to keep yourself up to date.” He breaks out into a smile remembering you, and the similar pair you had by the doorstep of your shared apartment in downtown Vancouver.

His mother smiles at your mention. “She’s been a really good influence on you, but especially with fashion.”

He chuckles in response, his laugh mirroring her own. “Oh, yeah. She’s the best.”

You used to feel bad when he’d ask you for a present or he would surprise you for birthdays and anniversaries and he would be clueless what to buy as the brands, labels and designs all started to blend in his mind.

He usually asked you for style advice, but you were busy on the set of another Vogue editorial and not picking up his calls so he didn’t want to make you worry.

Quinn had no idea when you both met up with his parents Jim and Ellen, and his brothers Jack and Luke in New York City halfway through the summer off-season for Ellen’s birthday dinner that you would find a vintage couture bag that his mother loved and would use constantly. A bag plucked from a designer he could barely pronounce, with hardware and fabric he knew nothing of, but in the year you have known his mother, you were spot on exactly what she was eyeing without asking for a hint from her.

When you insisted to take care of the gift for him (but he firmly said he would pay for it and not even split on paying for it even if you both earned millions, Ellen is his mother), a warmth brewed in his heart how it was not just the value but the thoughtfulness you would go out of your way from to find something that his family would like and be useful to their daily lives.

Even he was not immune from the so-called “girlfriend effect” when the subtle details of how his suits would fit better even when he’d become more muscular or the lengths complimented his proportions rather than swallow him would earn praise from people around him or by the media before every game.

Quinn still remembers the first time you were sitting in the lower bowl next to Petey’s fiancee after talks started to spread about your relationship. You were dressed simply, well to your standards as you’d make even a trash bag look good.

Just your basic glam makeup and some lipgloss with hints of highlight on your face and your hair down, a black tank top, jeans that made your legs look even longer, a leather jacket and some heeled boots. It took everything in him not to be distracted by you watching attentively and so effortlessly.

He felt like he was on top of the world that he was able to score his first hat trick in the season with you in the audience in your first game watching him. The fact that the prettiest girl in the world (to him and many millions) was on his arm as he walked out the locker room, and looked at him like he hung up the stars for her gave him a confidence and knowing in himself he never knew he had.

It would not be right for him to not make sure you were taken care of. Yes, you were an independent, driven, and ambitious young woman who honestly probably made way more than him. It would be an injustice if you did not feel as loved and adored in your relationship as you made him feel.

He knows he’s not the loudest or flashiest guy, and the devil was in the details. It was holding your heels and handing you the backup flats that still matched your outfit after a long night. Purchasing every copy of the magazine covers thad your beautiful face on it during his weekly grocery runs whether it was with you or not.

Sometimes it would look like taking care of certain chores during a stretch of home games while you’d be living on a suitcase so that you could come home to your apartment with a replenishment of your favourite snacks and your usual meals so you wouldn’t have to cook while you’re jetlagged.

It’s not all about the money, and you didn’t want to feel dependent on him, but if he can spoil his baby every once in a while for big occasions, he will. It had to be a surprise, his love only deserved the best.

Leading up to your anniversary, he’s walked in brands you may have mentioned or what he’s seen you been gifted before, trying to note to not get you any duplicates. Quinn knew what you liked and you’d look good in anything.

He even managed to sneak into one of the jewelry houses you frequently did campaigns with, commissioning a custom emerald and sapphire ring on a silver band, a bouquet of your favourite peonies and the very baby pink Lady Dior bag he knew you’ve been eyeing for a while.

Quinn may go out there changing from his tailored suits for sweaty gear and jerseys but my god, does his girl look amazing as always.

As those gemstones glimmered under the bright spotlight while you were being fawned upon on the arena jumbotron, he smirked to himself that the supermodel they all wished to be around was all his, as he was hers.

Soon enough her growing shoe collection found their home next to his beat Air Forces and ice skates.

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okay since you’re extremely skeptical of my arguments i’ll throw you one that you can’t possibly disagree with. sansa is obviously the romantic heroine of the series along with brienne, whose future romantic partner we can already guess, so why would the main character who’s dreamed of the one true knight since day 1, who’s been abused by men since day 1 not get hers too? but it obviously has to be a non conventional knight figure, and it can’t be brienne because martin is not that woke, it can’t be aegon vi because he’s doomed, it can’t be anyone but jon. she literally prays for a true knight to behead janos slynt and four books later, here he goes. who else has a similar connection to sansa? i’ll tell you! no one. and if you’re a sans*n then my argument is simple: why would sandor’s redemption start the moment he decides not to rape sansa in acok and gets disgusted with himself for that if a few books later he’s having sex with 14 year old sansa anyway?

look, your argument for jonsa cannot hinge on ‘well who else is there for her to pair up with?’ that is not gonna win this for u.

here’s the critical distinction between jb and jonsa. jb is based on the actual interactions of the two characters involved, the challenges they undergo together, and how their dynamic changes over time. it is an intricate portrait of a relationship where romance is foreshadowed through not just ‘parallels’ but the things the characters say, think and do wrt the other. it is not just ‘foreshadowed’, it is happening in front of us. we watch their feelings develop in real time. and it will likely span five books.

jonsa, so far as I’ve seen it argued, exists entirely in ‘parallels’, ‘metaphors’, and certain words or lines that don’t really have any romantic implications but are nonetheless interpreted as such by the fans (e.g. ‘radiant’). Jon and Sansa never interact on the page. they very rarely even think about each other. and their pre-existing relationship is essentially nondescript - they are the two Stark siblings with the least interest in one another. now, you may like the idea of those two suddenly kindling a spark despite all that! but it is not being written.

GRRM doesn’t write romance as something that can only be effectively interpreted by a handful of fans on tumblr based on who murdered Janos Slynt or w/e. that’s not romantic build, that’s not a relationship, that’s not anything. that’s just fans creating patterns out of random details to suit their own desires. if this were GRRM’s grand romance for Sansa, don’t u think he’d at least have the two CHAT in AGOT? or even just recall a few more conversations in later books?? anything??? ANYTHING

imagine ur ship came true. would any other reader besides a jonsa look back on the details you mention like Janos Slynt, Jon playing at Aemon Targaryen, Lyanna being locked in a tower, and think ‘oh yeah I see it now the foreshadowing was really strong wasn’t it!’ be honest with urself. no tf they wouldn’t. and if you know asoiaf, you know that when GRRM wants to foreshadow something, he is extremely deliberate about it. so why have only the jonsas noticed all this foreshadowing for, as you claim, one of the major romances of the series?? pls.

((again, I want to reiterate that if you like jonsa, I love that for you, have a great time. but if I’m gonna be drawn into a discussion as to whether I think it’s canon or not, Im gonna be very frank with u and I just hope that’s alright.))

so to come back again to ur ask. given that the above is everything we have in the way of jonsa foreshadowing, and its utterly unconvincing, you’re basically asking okay well even if that’s the case, who the hell else is she supposed to get with??

well…. still not Jon??? look, I am not convinced Sansa has to get with anyone at all for her arc to mean something - discovering a true knight doesn’t have to mean falling in love with them. but even if she did need a partner by the end, Jon is not the ‘natural answer’. and he’s not even an ‘unconventional knight’ - knighthood is very much a southern concept, and Jon’s a northerner whose arc is oriented around the Night’s Watch, and Northern/wildling cultures. knightly values don’t come into it. it’s a huge theme for Sansa, Sandor, Jaime, Brienne, but not Jon. what’s more, we have absolutely no idea what kind of person he’ll return as in TWOW - I’d guess that he’ll be EVEN MORE removed from any themes of chivalry etc, he’s going fully into the supernatural arena, maybe with a side of politics. why anyone thinks this is the perfect opportunity for an unexpected romance between Jon and Sansa, I have no idea. and lbr, neither of them are likely to meet again till at least the late latter half of TWOW. so they’re supposed to do not just a 180 on each other but fall utterly in love in a book and a half?? and Jon’s undead the whole time?? ok!

I’ll be real w u i have over the years probably read thousands of words of jonsa meta just to see if there’s anything, anything at all, that makes the idea of those two becoming canon seem even remotely likely to me. I wanted to know what had jonsas so convinced. and i am sorry to say that if I went in unconvinced i have left even less convinced every time. Rip

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love these hc sm

to add to having stuff in his case what if he had letters or diary entries (letter perhaps to his mom) that document him losing his mind before ending (most likely because he either died or perhaps his mother died so he stopped sending letters)

also for the drug abuse one what if he finds like an empty container of ones he used kinda like how lenore found the empty gun in hers to show how he used those in life and how that might trigger a flashback (this one doesn’t really make sense)

no but i need to see his case so bad because we know it includes his medical bag but what else?

i do love how his case including the gloves and him wearing them out of a force of habit like how morella here

wore the necklace and said it was her lucky necklace out of habit from when she was alive

i love yapping about prospero also this doesn’t relate to anything

but here

in both these panels i find pluto and prospero’s faces interesting because they both seemed to not mind lenore and duke tagging along with morella

especially in the panel with ada they seem to both disagree

i feel like this shows how prospero seems to be the one out of the clusterfucks who doesn’t really hate the misfits

he does tell lenore he thinks they couldve made a good duo and tells pluto he’d rather him be and ally then an enemy

like i feel like he is the most netural to the misifts (for annabel she does care for lenore but besides that she either is ehh or doesnt care about them)

sorry for yapping so long and hopefully this made sense

Hey there! Never apologise for yapping! I love these discussions we've been having! And it all makes perfect sense.

I absolutely agree with you Yawn. I am dying to see the contents of his luggage. It'd be so sweet if he actually had some letters from his mother in there. He'd definitely re-read them every night before bed just to help him get through.

And journal entries wouldn't be too far fetched either imo. I see him as the kind of guy that would write a lot as an outlet for his emotions. Like, he'd write down all his fears and worries (heck, maybe even in sicillian rather than english) just so he can get them off his chest without the worry of what others may think of him. Maybe he'd burn some of the pages that'd go into too much detail after. Just to be sure. Does that make sense?

Another little hc (I have so many lmao) I have for him is that his pocket watch kinda has the same personal significance for him as Morella's necklace has for her. Maybe he got it as a heirloom from his father (who's got it from Prospero's grandfather and so on) or maybe it was a direct gift from his parents from when he was younger. I'm not sure how common it was to hold photos in pocket watches during the 1880s-1890's (my rough estimation for his time period) but I love to think he has a photo of him and his parents in there. I have so many theories about that damn watch.

And I absolutely agree that he truly is entirely, 100% neutral about the misfits. I think the closest he got to full on arguing with them was when Lenore attacked Annabel and he called her mad (projecting much, king?) And when Morella and Pluto decided to be hypocrites. And he was absolutely right to call them out on that. I am NOT counting the actual physical fight he had with Pluto in the manor because his job for that trial was to not let anyone get to the tower and that's all he did.

I genuinely believe that from the start his mentality was something along the lines of "Will sacrifice them if need be, but I have nothing personal against them". He does what he needs to in order to survive. If survival means killing all of them, then so be it. BUT. If survival means befriending them and working together than that's fine too. I love that about him. He is genuinely such an interesting character.

Here's some screenshots of my own.

As you said, he wanted them as allies. He understands how valuable an alliance with them could be.

He only got snarky when Pluto threw that "friends" comment. And honestly? As much as I love Pro, that was kinda well deserved. I don't think that Prospero had any malicious intentions when "trading" Pluto away. Again, he thought about what was best for HIMSELF, and no offence but they are in a death game so that is entirely understandable. But I also cannot condemn Pluto for feeling angry with his roommate for that. Bro is genuinely purely driven by pragmatism in every situation.

And here too! He genuinely doesen't look that angry with the misfits?? Is it just me?? He's not even that bothered by their jokes? The most annoyance he showed them in that scene was when he rolled his eyes at Lenore I think? He genuinely looks a lot more annoyed with Monty and his bravado bullshit.

Bottom line is. He is great. He is the definition of morally gray and I love that about him. He WILL kill you but only if he has to. No personal feelings. Its just business.

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This is actually ridiculous. Never in my life have I ever had an argument on fucking Tumblr with someone who can't even use the Keep Reading button and over a fictional character's racism. But now here I am because I'm not going to let your dismissal of racism slide as you keep coming on my damn post.

Maybe I shouldn't be surprised by a Snape stan and a Harry/Snape shipper but I usually don't like lumping people into one giant generalization but why is it every time the argument is racism, y'all want to say bullying? Every. Single. Time. I truly hope this is the last time I have to engage with this post but come back talking nonsense and I will shut that nonsense down. Now, unlike last time I'm not going to be cute and professional. You're getting read for filth because you want to argue racism on my page. We don't do that. Racism is racism. Get out of here with your bullshit. What the actual fuck.

Let's get started, shall we.

You said:

I limited myself to reporting canonical facts, I reported exact parts of the books; you can't deny that.

Where did I deny that? Please, for the class, where did I deny the chunks of text you brought out? I actually used your exact text to turn around and make my argument. Your exact quotes from the book. And then I even added one from the book that you left out to further prove my point. Just because you report exact facts of the book doesn't mean you interpret them correctly. That's common sense I fear.

You said:

Then using terms like Nazism or fascism is truly inappropriate. I tell you this as an Italian, my country experienced fascism, we know what it is, and using such strong terms is problematic, especially if you use them to attack a fictional character with such rage.

This is what made me have to make a response because this is so fucking disgusting. I make a calm initial post. I even respond to you calmly. And you have the damn nerve to say I'm attacking a fictional character with rage? When you're the one defending his racism so hardcore? And then the fucking never to go "I'm from Italy" Bitch, I'm black and Jewish. Don't you dare start preaching facism and nazism to me as if I don't understand that shit and live in countries with ancestors with the pain of that shit a thousand times over. Donald Trump is our current president where my rights as a minority and a woman are currently being stripped away, get the fuck out of my face with your nonsense.

Don't you ever try that again. I tell you as a Black Jewish American that my country has experienced these things too. We know what it is. And we know that even when discussing fictional characters it is perfectly appropriate to use those terms if that's what they are displaying. For example, we often talk about how 1984 exposes facism. Or how Fahrenheit 451 is a book about facism. Or the Handmaid's Tale is a look into how facist regimes start. Are you serious? That's how these books get discussed in an English class because the term facism is appropriate.

I'm sorry your baby boy Snape joined the facist side but that doesn't make the term suddenly problematic because of it. And it doesn't make the context problematic either. Since Harry Potter was on social media people have been calling the Death Eaters wizard nazis or wizard facists, they call the people on those sides nazis or facists, they even use that now because that's what it is.

You said:

Snape was not a Nazi; he didn't believe in purism; the author made that clear. He joined, as I said, for protection and power; he didn't hate Muggle-borns. This doesn't change the fact that he was obviously wrong; I've never denied this point, and I never will.

But you steady keep using it to justify your point. Do you hear yourself? If someone joins the KKK, IT DOESN'T MATTER THE REASON. No, it doesn't just make them wrong. IT MAKES THEM A RACIST AND A KKK MEMBER. What is wrong with you??????

You said:

But writing falsehoods like you did is unfair, and I answered you point by point precisely for this reason

It’s been established that hexing is not seen as bullying or attacks. Now, would I have probably changed that in canon? Sure. But they have a distinct difference in the wizarding world between hexes, jinxes, and curses.

Not a falsehood babe if it's true. That distinction is made. Like it's just there blatantly. I wouldn't have used it if hexes curses and jinxes weren't seen as different things in the wizard world. Here is a major quote for you so you can see they aren't falsehoods.

"Even though Rowling herself specified the differences between curses, hexes, and jinxes, she states that "Within the Potter world, the boundaries are flexible and I imagine that wizards may have their own ideas."

That's from J.K. Rowling on her own website. There is a difference. She laid it out plainly like I told you.

You said:

How convenient, Snape is an evil bully for you, a Nazi because he uses a slur, while bullies who attack, curse, publicly strip, humiliate, and use illegal spells (like the one canonically used on Bertram Aubery) aren't real bullies. Oh no, because in the wizarding world, it works differently. Do you realize what you're writing? How inconsistent this is?

Why do you keep trying to equate racism to bullying? What hard on do you get from downplaying it? I didn't Snape was an evil bully. I don't think Snape is an evil bully. I think he's a fucking racist.

Do you think Nazis are just bullies? Are you serious? You're serious? You're the inconsistent one. The spell used on Bertram Aubrey (a hex not a curse because there is a difference whether you like it or not) got James and Sirius detention. Snape's actions got muggleborns murdered and his fellow death eaters thrown in prison. Do you think detention and prison are equal? Everyone that goes to detention is just as bad a prisoners?

You said:

Oh, so cursing someone who isn't innocent is legitimate? Really? The concept of innocence here scares me a bit. But once again, you've said something false. As mentioned earlier, Bertram Aubery was cursed by James and Sirius with an illegal spell.

Lies. Curse and hex are different. Established. Canon by JK Rowling. Sorry that doesn't fit your narrative but it's true. So yes, James never cursed anyone innocent. Because he casted hexes and jinxes. And it's not a stretch because when some jinxes someone they use the verb jinx. When someone hexes someone they use the verb hex.

And the concept of innocence here scares you? When you've been defending racism? Girl, get out of here.

You said:

MEMORIES. No, once again, memories in the Harry Potter world are objective. In the real world, they are certainly distorted by our emotions, by how we experience them. I agree with that. But as I wrote to you, in the Harry Potter world, the Pensieve has the very function of showing what happened. If memories weren't reliable, there would be no point in such an object existing. And I repeat, the judgments we hear are those of Harry, who is an external observer. What's your thesis? That Snape has distorted memories that he hid so Harry wouldn't see them? So why are they distorted? Because he was biased? So what actually happened? How can being attacked two-on-one while minding your own business, being choked, thrown to the ground, and stripped naked, be legitimate? The one here is absurdly trying to justify bad actions is you.

You can't read. "What's your thesis?"

The entire point I made about memories. Memories aren't objective. That's the thesis. That's the tweet. I couldn't have made that clearer. Here's another quote from the book for you.

"They were a magical device used to store and review memories." — Goblet of Fire.

That's the only thing stated about Pensieves. You straight made up the fact that they are objective. They store memories for review. That's it. Which means if you have a fucked up memory and can't remember things straight then when the pensieve will store your janky memories.

Notice how I explicitly stated Snape didn't alter his memories but they come through his eyes and lens so they will have a bias. I didn't say Snape had distorted memories he hid from Harry. I said Snape hid all his bad moments from Harry and only showed himself in a victim light. You keep trying to justify racism. I didn't even say the soap thing was legitimate or deserved. Didn't say that all. So you can retire that point now.

You said:

Peter is implied muggleborn.

What? No o.O This is your assumption based on nothing. If you like the headcanon, that's fine, but you can't pass it off as canon.

So you ignored the part of my sentence right after that said BUT EVEN IF HE WASN'T HE WASN'T A TEENAGE RACIST.

You actually ignored that to try and get a gotcha moment. When my point was Peter didn't as a child hang out with racists where Snape did. Therefore they aren't equals like you tried to make them.

Implied means it can be implied as in there is always a possibility of being wrong. Which is why I added the fact that it actually doesn't even matter.

You said:

I could tell you that Snape is a half-blood living in the Muggle world and is poor. He has more in common with Lily (in terms of his life before Hogwarts) than with any pureblood.

What does that have to do with him hanging out with racists once he got to Hogwarts? A lot of poor white people have being poor in common with black people and then they are still racist.

You said:

I'm not talking about classism because it is what it is and it's not a way to minimize it; classism is wrong and evil. But I'm always very hesitant, as I wrote before, to use such important terms for fictional stories. This isn't meant to be disrespectful, but quite the opposite. Saying that the Death Eaters are classist isn't to minimize their guilt. It stems from observing what we have in the saga: Grindelwald, if you will, was racist; he hated Muggles as a species, calling them animals, and wanted to subjugate them. People like Malfoy, on the other hand (just to give an example), don't hate Muggle-borns as a race, they hate what they represent. They don't just respect blood; they respect wealth and the power that can come with it. Just think of how the Weasleys are treated: even though they are purebloods, part of the sacred 28, they are treated like scum because they are poor and have little influence. On the contrary, those who demonstrate the ability to acquire power even if they aren't purebloods are respected (see Voldemort, Snape, etc.). This isn't to say it's right, of course, but it's just to clarify. If you want to call them racist and that doesn't bother you, go ahead. It doesn't change the gravity of what they do, precisely because I don't justify them.

This entire point makes no sense. They are racist. It's not just a term I'm using. Blood status is treated as a race in the book. I'm not going to shy away from that. And it doesn't bother me. It shouldn't bother you either. The Malfoys joined Death Eaters that killed muggleborns and muggles on the sole basis that they were muggles and muggleborns. That is the very damn definition of racism right there.

I don't know how they teach fiction in literature classes in Italy and frankly I don't care but I think this point needs to be stressed to you. In our literature classes we examine fictional stories and how they interact and present real world topics. There's no shying away from racism, sexism, homophobia, facism. None of it. Otherwise The Hunger Games wouldn't be taught in school. Or The Handmaid's Tale or To Kill A Mockingbird or Animal Farm. Or even Harry Potter.

You said:

You're still going on about this obsession, but it doesn't hold up; it's an argument I've been debunking for years. And the fact that Snape is Lily's friend is precisely what you wrote. The same goes for James and Sirius; the fact that they're friends with Peter and Remus doesn't prove they're not bullies just because they're with them. When I wrote that Lily isn't attacked by Mulciber and Avery, it was to show the difference between what Snape endures (which you think is less serious) and what Lily endures. But you're conveniently glossing over the issue.

What? The difference between what Snape and Lily endure? Just because Mulciber and Avery don't go after Lily she is Snape's friend. But he is still hanging out with racists... Racists. Please get that through your skull.

And still going on about this obsession? Yeah, because you brought up that unrequited love isn't obsession but the problem is Snape doesn't just have unrequited love. I've never seen your post or blog until you came onto my post so how would I know (or care) that you've been debunking this for years. Based on your other arguments, it's probably not a good debunking.

You said:

I never said being humiliated was an excuse to use a slur; I wrote that clearly. I quoted a direct excerpt from the fifth book, which shows why Snape explodes, and it's not just humiliation but Lily's near-laugh. That's what triggers him. Is that wrong? Of course it's wrong, and I wrote that clearly too. I don't know why you're trying to trivialize or twist what I wrote when it's clearly there, black on white.

Let's see what you wrote — "Really? It's not that Snape insulted Lily for no reason. I'm not justifying him." AND "And where does this idea that someone can't use an intuit in a moment of anger if they're not used to it come from?"

So you are actively saying that him calling Lily a slur was for a reason. He had a reason to insult her because she almost sneered at him. That is what you said. I didn't say you said being humiliated is an excuse for a slur.

I'M THE ONE WHO SAID THAT. I said you are justify that. Because Snape was humiliated and then used a slur which I don't think is an excuse. That doesn't mean I said that you said that. Especially when I put your text in green and my words in black so you know that I didn't think you said that. You can visually see it on screen through color differences in the text.

You said:

No, actually in the situation I compared myself to Lily if you notice, saying that in her shoes I would never have sneered at my best friend (Snape) being humiliated.

Okay, point given. But now here's the new argument. So just because you would never almost sneer now gives Snape a justification to call Lily a slur? Because now it's reading "oh I would never do that if I was a friend therefore Snape did have a reason to insult her and he just happens to be wrong by calling her a slur"

Pack it up.

You said:

Again, no, you're the one trying to read it this way. I'm confused by your saying a person wouldn't use an insult in the heat of the moment unless they used it regularly.

Because A RACIAL SLUR DOES NOT ROLL OFF SOMEONE'S TONGUE UNLESS THEY USE IT REGULARLY BECAUSE WE ALL KNOW NOT TO SAY IT. How are you confused?

You said:

Why would you apply it to Lily, too? Do you think she's used to using Snivellus behind Snape's back?

Again, you can't read. I said Lily saying Snivellus isn't an equivalent because it's a mean name not a slur. People could never say a mean name before and then comfortably use it because it isn't a fucking slur.

You said:

I know it carries a different weight, but my emphasis on what Lily experiences and what Snape experiences is precisely for this reason. What he endures for years is physical, emotional, and persecution. His use of a slur is wrong but limited to the word (however wrong), while Lily's use of Snivellus places her alongside Potter and what he is inflicting on Snape.

And this is where I'm done. You did just actively give them equal weight. Him using slurs is now the same as her calling him a mean name. And don't say you didn't. Because you just said that her using Snivellus places her alongside James the same person you said has physically attacked and persecuted Snape. You just actively gave them equal weight.

Nothing you say will change my mind that you are trying to justify racism because you keep doing it. Do me a favor, just stop. Seriously. Stop trying to justify Snape's racism. Stop putting it on equal footing with bad words. Fucking stop.

You said:

This is your opinion, absolutely legitimate, but it falls under an unrealistic expectation.

So it's unrealistic to expect a grown man to inwardly feel bad that a baby is about to be murdered? That's unrealistic?

You said:

I'll overlook the manipulative way you phrased that sentence, but ultimately, I can ask you: so what? Do you really think Snape could change out of the kindness of his heart? What character IN THE ENTIRE SERIES has ever changed out of the mere goodness of his heart?

I told you as a black woman that I don't easily forgive racism and you responded with this. I don't believe people can so easily change their racist ways. I believe you can learn and grow but it takes more time. It doesn't change with a couple of heroic actions. And the victims of your racism aren't obligated to accept you, love you, or ever be cool with you. They can still call you a racist.

I'm not going to even respond to the rest unless you come back to say some nonsense. All I will say is this is why I'm not a Snape defender and you have actively made me hate Snape Stans. I used to not care before but I think this constant attempt to justify racism, equate to bullying, pull an everyone was mean to the baby racist card is tired. It's tired. Like I want to respond to your Levicorpus point but I'm honestly so disgusted by how you treat the racism alone that I just can't.

Like you've made it worse for yourself because you didn't "make it clear you're not defending racism" BECAUSE YOU ARE.

Because yeah, as a black woman, I would have bullied a racist too. As a black girl, I would have bullied a racist too. Why? Because he's a racist.

I'm done. Truly I can't even respond to the rest because I'm sick of seeing fans excuse racism for their fav character. It's something minorities especially black fans have to witness in all these fandoms and it's fucking disgusting, it's ridiculous, it's just exhausting. Like I truly have no words.

Bye.

I am not a Snape defender

I'm sorry but I really don't understand the "Snape defense, james & sirius are the worst" in relation to each other...

Snape wasn't a randomly innocent victim of Potter and Black's bullying. Being in with the future Death Eater squad isn't exactly innocent. Also, it's stated that James and Severus were always at each other's throats. That's not the marauders were big bullies and Snape was an innocent victim.

Side note: people saying that James was a dick to everyone. That's fanon. We only know he hates Snape. And he hates Snape specifically because he's into Dark Arts.

And we are seeing all of this through Snape's vision. Our own opinions and memories of ourselves can be skewed. Severus only joining the baby Death Eaters after he calls Lily a mudblood and she pushes him away isn't believable. He was friends with the baby Death Eaters at school before they became Death Eaters... I'm sorry but I don't believe in our real world that a person can be friends with racists but because they have one minority friend I should assume they aren't racist. So I can't believe that in this world either.

Need I start with he had no problems using what is effectively a slur in their world. Or is the whole mudblood thing just a one time outburst at Lily? Ain't no damn way a slur just rolls of the tongue in frustration unless it's something someone says on a daily basis.

He goes to apologize and she's like well you call every other muggleborn that so why not me...

(side note: lily wtf? why would you be friends with him when you know that? I'm not staying friends with someone that would regularly call black people the n word. anyway...)

That means he's been using that slur against muggleborns and harassing them. So he doesn't just become a bully after the marauders tormented him in school. He's been one.

Snape and his friends also try to do something apparently evil to Mary MacDonald. That's someone who wasn't James or close to him like the Marauders. She didn't do anything and they tried to/ wanted to hurt her anyway. That's a bully.

Like I'm sorry but this man was a Death Eater and only turned to the good side to beg for Lily's life because he was obsessed with her. He didn't give a shit if Voldemort killed James or Harry who was like a six month old. He only wanted Lily to live and when Voldemort didn't spare her that's when he went to the good side.

And when people bring up "James sexually harassed Snape by using Levicorpus that exposed his underwear" ... my guy, Snape invented that spell. So are we to assume he never used it? Cause I don't. So you better bring that energy for Snape as well if this is the road we're going down. And he doesn't take off Severus' underwear.

The text mentions that after taking off his trousers you can see grey underpants. When it says pants, it still means trousers not the common use of pants the way most British people say it. Most because certain parts of the UK don't, fun fact. And again, Snape came up with the spell. It's oh so convenient that we only see James use the spell against him but not Snape using it against other people to what we can assume is the same extent as James.

Also the whole werewolf thing... I'm sorry but if you suspect someone is a werewolf and confront their friends about it, the people you don't like and who don't like you, why the hell would you go on the night of the full moon. Sirius telling him how to get past the Willow honestly doesn't change much. Lily tells Snape she already knows his theory after he points out that Lupin disappears every month at the full moon. The dude knew or stongly suspected that Remus was a werewolf. And still decided to see if his theory was correct, putting himself in the line of fire of a full grown werewolf.

Like I'm not necessarily absolving Sirius because he should have known that the boy who hates them would be arrogant enough to still go after them even if he thinks Remus is a werewolf. But still, that means Snape was arrogant or stupid enough to do that despite his suspicions before confronting Sirius, which he did on the night of the full moon so at this point Snape knows he has all the facts. But even if we only blame Sirius...

Snape still calls people mudbloods, bullies children that aren't Harry (not that that's okay) at his grown ass age, and didn't think Voldemort was wrong until he killed the obsession of his life. Like that enough I'm good on him.

And everyone else has a skewed story but Snape? No. That's not how that would work. We also only see a few incidents and nothing about what happens in between or even what leads up to them. It's just as skewed as anyone else's memories we see in the book. Like remember when Tom Riddle's diary only showed Harry certain moments to make it look like it was Aragog and Hagrid knew.

And to anyone that recognizes Snape being friends with the baby Death Eaters but saying that we don't know if he was a bully.... It's giving, "I can excuse racism but animal cruelty is where I draw the line."

Some other things I've seen, I'll discuss in little bullet points:

An 11 year old James saying who wants to be in Slytherin or Hufflepuff and Snape overhearing isn't James being a bully. It's an 11 year old not wanting to be seen as lame cause everyone calls those houses lame (or evil in Slytherins case).

Saying that James and Sirius are rich doesn't suddenly make them bullies. There's not a power imbalance that they use against him. They don't make fun of him being poor. They hex him with spells he came up with. I don't think they would only bully Snape for being poor, nobody else, and then ignore the Death Eater part. They were hating him for the Dark Arts, not cause he had no money. We don't know about Remus or Peter's financial status but considering they are never mentioned as rich then at best they're probably middle class to poor. I don't think they'd be around for that type of bullying.

Y'all siding with the wizard racist, obsessive man who is a dick to kids at 30, I can't be convinced about Snape. Sorry. I also don't get the Snape deserves a redemption arc storyline but not Draco. However that's a different story. Like JK writing him bullying children and then saying but it's not that big a deal is skewed. She also had Harry name his kid after Dumbledore and the entire fandom agrees that the man doesn't deserve it.

[bread-wizards]

I actually think Dorian and Orym should fight more.

Remember when their slowly building tension over and entire episode (full of passive aggressive remarks and blame throwing) led to threats? And how after, Orym thanked Dorian for handing over the crown sadly because he knew Dorian would be mad at him? And Dorian couldn't even look at him because he was legitimately hurt, thinking Orym was disappointed in him for doing what he thought was right? That was peak.

The fact they went from that to their current closeness and trust is the best part of their entire dynamic. Their relationship was hard fought and still will be. They will fight for it because they respect and care for one another deeply, and their disagreements don't change that, only improve it.

[torchickentacos]

I think Drew would absolutely hate Chairman Rose, and not just for his evil actions. He ruined the name Rose for Drew. Maybe Drew used to daydream about marrying May whenever they grow up and having a kid named Rose. But now those dreams are ruined. He cannot doodle his and May's cute imaginary baby in the margins of notebooks anymore. It's like wanting to name your kid Giovanni or Ghetsis. Maybe rose was his favourite flower thanks to Roselia. So now he is extra angry. What do you think?

Anon, this sent me into a coughing fit 😭 I feel like every next word sent me on a new adventure. where do I want to start here (positive). Okay. So. Do I want to start with the hilarious concept of naming a baby Ghetsis? (I mean, I guess someone already did. Ghetsis, N... I want to see that entire family tree now). Or do I want to start with Drew having PERSONAL beef with a British Galarian terrorist/politician, the beef being somewhat tangential to the terrorism and/or politics itself? How up-to-date with pokemon world politics is Drew, anyways? Do I want to start with the notebook thing? I love the sheer personal disappointment implied here.

I'm just imagining Chairman Rose having to read through people's personal grievances with him as part of his post-villainy self-reflection era or whatever, and he's reading through these serious letters from people he knows like Leon and the player, and they're all very personal and about how Rose failed them and could have done better. right. and then he gets to the next one and he's like... okay, who the fuck is this. I've never met this kid in my life. what is this. he's mad about my name? why is he mad about my name. how did he get my address.

This is possibly the best ask I've ever received. I don't have any fankid opinions of my own to really contribute since it's outside of my area of expertise, I just lurk here with nothing to contribute, but this entire scenario is deeply funny to me, so thank you for that.

[pergaminaa]

Modern au

Two year old Rhiannon gave Manon a run for her money.

Because why is this bowling pin sized person is having so much personality?

It started with their friends talking about the house going silence all of a sudden which means that a disaster has happened (with their kids) but Manon didn’t really think much of it because Rhiannon is an only child and she is quiet most of the time.

But she learned first hand that there is a difference between being quiet and the silence everyone talks about.

She would realize the place is completely silent, eerily so. Calling her daughter doesn’t help because Rhiannon KNOWS she’s doing something wrong and choosing silence to continue doing what she’s doing.

Normally, she had taken a bottle of lotion of cream and is hiding some place experimenting with that. (Mostly trying to apply it on herself imitating her parents but with the occasional taste because everything goes into her mouth for some reason)

But Manon would panicked. Because what if there is an open window and her small daughter had fallen out? Or what if she isn’t even in the house somehow??

One day, Rhiannon has disappeared again and Manon was searching all over for her. She was QUIET and not making a single sound.

Dorian was in the car, the driveway is right underneath the second floor’s window and he saw her. Sitting on the small step, between the glass and the curtain, he saw his daughter with a tub of cream in her hands and he knew she’s playing deaf.

Dorian called Manon and told her ‘she’s hiding behind the curtain in our room’ and he saw the curtain move and his daughter getting caught red handed. But Rhiannon is her parents daughter and isn’t known for giving up. She threw the item in her hands and made a dash to the nearest item, Manon’s pills.

Honestly Manon never thought chasing after a two year old would be in her bingo card yet here she was.

At the end, Manon and Dorian removed everything within their daughter’s reach and got themselves some peace. But Rhiannon is smart. If something is too high for her to reach, she can be seen dragging a stool or a side table to help in her quest.

Both Dorian and Manon were astonished when they saw this tiny creature dragging a stool to the safety gate and use it to climb OVER and escape from the room.

And the arguments? She can barely speak yet she’s there arguing about everything.

[wayfinderships]

I'll be so doomed the day I ever get a girl f/o

[glimpsesofeuterpe]

oh no i remembered about it and now i feel petty x))

[icharchivist]

i mean i get why it sucks but i've been having an existential crisis that keeps me up at night for most of my life too and i'm not producing people expressly to abuse them and use them as tools about it. Astrals are just on something else i guess

i'd say it's a question of scale in general, as in an existential crisis coming so deeply from a whole different life in your head would fuck someone up much more. but anyway i keep saying Lucilius' way to treat other is bad, in those same posts in fact, just that his issues with depersonalization/derealization are also extremely compelling and actually make me feel bad for him. Those two feelings can coexist, and i don't mean that you have to be nicer to him or anything. i'm just saying he's still an interesting character.

[lacewise]

According to Harris Tweed themselves, it’s all handwoven in private houses (and according to other sources this is required by law). If that’s true it can’t be machine woven (machinery would be too bulky for a private residence). Any chance you’re thinking of the foot operated treadle looms as machinery or is there other reason to say the manufacturing method has changed?

(In case anyone is wondering the sources confirm they do use a variety of Scottish wool for the tweed.)

Also trademark protections for crafts in the European Union—including fabrics—will have an application process opening up in December next year.

I’m not surprised he didn’t know because, while the legislation was proposed in 2020, there was not a lot of media or professional coverage until November 2023, weeks after it passed. Hopefully, it finally puts to bed a contentious European discussion about “how and when to protect crafts”.

(I only know about the GICI rollout because I have been trying to research this topic since 2021 because a bunch of hinky things are going on around European craft conventions and consumerism.)

The answer to "What the h*ck goes on on those islands to the North and West of mainland Scotland?" by Derek Guy @/dieworkwear on twitter [x]