#and me and my sister are pointing out all the bits of the mass where they changed the language to dad

[danielnelsen]

we have the coronation on (a family decision, not mine) and bleh the homily is making me gag. 'righteous power and authority' stfu

[asharasasylum]

Return to Me ♡  Aegon Targaryen x Reader

author's note: before you think this is stolen work, it’s not. If any of you recognise this, yes it is me, squirm honey. I’m sorry I left and just deleted all my blogs and I have now put an explanation up on my account. But please enjoy this reworked fic. warnings: non con. dub con. dark. violence. chained up reader. smut. 18+

Feather light kisses ran along the column of Aegon’s neck. Innocent and unsure as they brushed against his skin until they were trailing across his face. He knew these lips, soft and plush, tickling him as they pressed against him again and again. It was only when they finally reached his lips, that he got a real feel of them, catching them between his own as he leaned further in. It was short as you pulled yourself away with that sweet giggle of yours, making him sink further into his sleep filled bliss. 

It was a dream. It always was. 

You weren’t here. You hadn’t been home in five years. His sweet sister. 

You laughed again, his name slipping past your tongue as your hand ran through his hair. He knew what you were trying to do but he knew if he allowed his eyes open, you’d disappear. 

One more moment, he pleaded as he sank further into your touch. 

But your voice grew louder, a croak at the back of your throat, and you gripped his hair, pulling at his fine platinum hair until strands tore from his scalp. 

Aegon. Was it even you that called his name? He barely recognised the voice that flooded his ears now. Had he forgotten your voice in the same way he had forgotten your beautiful face. 

Aegon.

He forced his eyes open, only to be met with the pale light of dawn that covered his room. 

You weren’t here but his mother was. 

“Mother?” Aegon pinched his brows together as he took the sight of her in. 

Alicent bit at the skin around the nail of her thumb, standing by the window as she stared out at something. 

“Mother?” He questioned her again. 

She turned, releasing her thumb from her teeth as she gazed upon him. “I see you did not try to escape.” 

He rubbed his eyes at that, refraining himself from rolling them. “Why are you here?” He sighed. 

“We have visitors,” Alicent said, her tone sharpening like it did when she believed something to be of importance. “They’ll be welcomed on their arrival and will greet their King in the throne room.” 

“Throne room,” Aegon mumbled in agreement. 

“Where their King will be waiting.”

Aegon looked up again, gaze falling upon his mother’s hardened gaze. He simply nodded, covering himself with his sheets as he made a point to move. Only then she seemed pleased, leaving through the door, only for servants to take her place. 

He was trying, no one could deny that. 

In the years he had seen his father act as King, he had been far too sick to even sit upon the Iron Throne. He barely had any idea of how he was meant to act and in his foolishness, he had hoped he would never need to. 

Each time he sat upon that throne, the cold eyes of his mother or grandsire staring up at him made him sink further into his seat. Eventually he’d find his attention drawn elsewhere, slipping into the dark spots in his mind. 

Today was no different. 

His mind elsewhere as the visitors were announced and footsteps poured through into the throne room. He wishes he didn’t hear them, thinking if he slipped into the darkest corners of his mind, the empty and quiet ones, he’d find himself free from here. An escape he so desperately craved. But his grandsire cleared his throat, bringing him back to the reality before him. 

Aegon looked over at Otto, giving him a curt nod and trying to pay no mind to the glare he was shooting his way. Instead he brought his gaze forward, drawing in on the sea of green flooding through the doors. At first he didn’t pay close attention, eyes running along the many unrecognisable faces. It wasn’t until silver cut through the mass of green that his eyes met something he did recognise. 

It was you. 

Silver curls fell out of your braided hair, framing your face as you drew closer to him. 

How could he forget such a face? 

A day of activities, and then a dinner filled with lingering glances had been tearing Aegon apart. His skin itched in all those moments to reach out and touch you, to land his skin on top of yours even in the simplest of ways. 

You were opposite him and Aegon couldn’t help but take in your face. The way you had aged gracefully over the five years, growing into your features. He squinted, taking in the sight of your lips pressed into a thin line, eager to know what you were thinking. Your gaze lifted for a second, flickering towards him and in the candle light he swore that your eyes seemed wet. You twisted your gaze elsewhere again, and he watched as you blew out a long breath. 

Did you feel the way he felt? The heat that coursed through his body as he noticed how you filled out your dress. 

He took another sip of his wine, trying to bury these thoughts that seeped into his brain as he sat across from you. 

It wasn’t until in the hours of the night that he managed to get a moment alone with you.  He managed to catch up to you returning to your chambers, snatching you away for a moment and pulling you into a dark corner of the hallway. 

His hand clamped itself around your mouth as you tried to scream, muffling any noise that fell from your lips as he hushed you. You calmed once you noticed it was him but still frowned when he took his hand from your mouth. 

You spoke first, only he wasn’t met with your voice as it left your lips.

“You reek of wine,” you hissed at him, grimacing as you turned your face away.

It was your mother’s voice. 

He had parted his lips but the words got caught in his throat as he tried to speak. But he couldn’t, taken back by the sudden disdain you had for him.

“Why do you do this to yourself?” You questioned, giving him a pointed glare. “To your family? The embarrassment you cause us.” 

He retracted from you, blinking away fresh tears. This wasn’t you. Not the woman who had been his sole comfort growing up. The only person that understood his pain. His hand reached out towards you, hovering over your cheek as he whispered your name. 

“The hour is late,” you told him, stepping away from him. “I bid you goodnight, brother.” 

That night your voice didn’t sing to him in his dreams, nor did his lips find yours. Instead the mere presence of you a few steps away ate away at him, till the very thought of you being so close gnawed at his entire being. He wanted to act on it, to drag you from your chamber and into his. The very thought had him drowning himself in his cups, battling the urge to have you laid bare on his bed. 

He couldn’t do that to you. Not to you. 

Days turned into weeks and the thoughts that seemed to eat away at him had been easier to ignore when he had duties to fulfil. 

It was only days after his son's death did those thoughts seem to return to him again. 

He didn’t want you. He needed you. 

He needed your delicate hands to cup his cheeks and your nails to drag themselves across his scalp. A moment with his head in your lap would be enough comfort to stop the agonising hollowness that sat inside of him from screaming. It would feed him, nourish him for days until he’d seek you out again. 

But you were nowhere to be found. 

Instead he had found barrels of wine and the streets of silk, something that always promised to be there. It wasn’t appetising, barely touching the sides as he drowned himself in over indulgence in the hope to find comfort there. However, it sedated him for a few hours though, finding himself inebriated to the point where his mind was no longer his own. 

Aegon stumbled upon you in the halls of the Red Keep, body working against him as it basically flung itself your way. It was as if he forgot the bitter woman you had become, his mind thinking you were still that sweet girl he had grown up with. 

“Your Grace,” you greeted, stopping in your tracks at the sight of him and his men. 

He practically collapsed onto you and even though you slipped backwards, you managed to catch him. He should be embarrassed but he couldn’t find it in himself, only wrapping his hands around your upper arms as he gripped onto you for support. He barely noticed how his weight threatened to pull you down onto the floor. 

You grimaced again, the way you did days ago as you got a whiff of him and something in him grew cold at that. That hollow space inside of him grew wider as it screamed at him to be fed. 

“Don’t,” he slurred, tightening his grip around you as he continued to look at you. 

You tried to hide your wince with a glare as you held his gaze. 

“Don’t look at me like that,” his voice was clearer as he hissed. 

“How can I not?” You snapped back at him, lips cruelly snarling at him. “When you debase yourself like this. When you seem to be hell bent on ruining yourself and this family.” 

Your words ran like ice through his skin and he found himself fighting between shoving you down onto the floor and yanking you closer. 

“Why do you do this?” You questioned him and for a moment he swore your eyes softened, voice almost pleading. 

“I am King,” He simply stated, his lips twisting into a crooked grin. “You should watch how you talk to your King, sister.” 

“I think I should return to my rooms.” You snatched your arms from him, allowing him to stumble forward. “Your grace.” 

Aegon caught your wrist again before you could fully twist away from him, yanking you right back. This time your bodies were pressed together, if one were to make a move the other would fall along with them. 

He swore your eyes were heavy with tears even with the façade of anger and hatred you were trying to hold. 

The Kingsguard behind you made a step to move but with Aegon’s free hand and vicious glare he stopped him. 

“You are sworn to me,” Aegon shouted, voice echoing through the empty halls. “Think wisely of your next steps towards your King.” 

“Aegon,” you whispered, frightful. 

Your eyes widened, lips parting as you looked up at him. 

He had seen that look a hundred times, the terrified gaze that everyone bestowed upon him. One he had hoped to never find upon your face. 

“You’re right. We should all return to our rooms tonight,” he said, nodding. 

You nodded with him, swallowing as he let you go. You really believed he was being serious, that he was done with you, he could almost laugh. 

“I think I should pay my wife a visit tonight.” He stepped away from you, only for you to catch him by his sleeve, stopping him in his tracks. 

“You wouldn’t be so cruel,” you said to him, tears rolling down your cheeks.

“You clearly don’t know me at all.” He grinned wickedly at you. “Do you, sister?” 

“I grieve with you. I really do,” you told him, your tone became vicious and cruel, matching his. “But as King, I wished you’d bare this better.” 

You left him with that, not taking a moment to stop as you stormed away.

Aegon wasn’t sure how he got you there. His mind hazed from the abundance of wine he’d consumed. But it couldn’t have been that clouded, the chains wrapped around your wrist hadn’t stirred your sleeping form. You were completely oblivious to being shackled to your bed. Unaware of how vulnerable you were as he stood at the edge of your bed, unable to do anything but watch you. 

You seemed innocent like that, lips formed into a soft pout and your platinum curls free as they partially shaded your face. It reminded him back to when you had been close, the sibling he genuinely found himself drawn to. Bonded through the trauma from the neglect and cruelty of your parents, never knowing affection unless it was in one another’s arms. Yet in your place now was an imposter, a demon that had invaded your body and taken control. 

He needed it gone and there was only one way he would be sure to do it. Thick tears ran down his eyes as he ripped his gaze from you, the thoughts of what he had to do to you consuming his mind. The hollowness inside him that desired to be filled believed you deserved it to be subjected to any cruel torment he desired to give you. 

But there was also that thought in the back of his mind, the burning memories cursing him of a boy weeping for you. 

You were promised to him before he had been forced upon Helaena, you were the sister that had been made for him. Your sole purpose was to be his. Your lips meant to soothe him in his sleepless nights, your presence to shield him from your parents scornful eyes and your womb to carry his children. The Gods were cruel, and his mother worse when a marriage prospect had been given to you, one that would have the soldiers of Highgarden backing his corner. Which left you being sent to Oldtown and all your duties being passed onto your younger sister. 

Luckily for him you hadn’t been married yet and he wondered if a proposal would still be considered with your stomach swollen with his seed. 

The tightness in his breeches grew at the thought, the heat no longer simmering but a burning desire as he became desperate to touch you. Like he’d die if he didn’t. 

You didn’t stir when he crawled on top of you. He was careful though, spreading his weight out, not allowing the bed to dip under it. 

He was gentle- too kind towards you -as he cupped your face. 

He wanted to slap you, to mark your subtle skin with his bare hands and the rings that adorned his fingers. 

Even in the dark shadows of your room he could make out your face, a rage and sadness filling him as he thought back to all the days before. He collapsed onto you, turning into a sobbing mess as he nestled his head in the crease of your neck, tears pooling here. 

It must have been what woke you, not his trembling hands groping at you through your sheer nightgown or his body hovering over yours, but his tears gracing your skin. 

You didn’t even open your eyes before you breathed his name, knowing it was him. 

“Sister,” he sniffed, pulling himself together as he let out a harsh breath across your face. 

“Aegon,” you whispered, eyes fluttering open. 

It was dark in the room but the light of the morning sun was starting to peek through, just allowing him enough light to gaze upon you. 

Your voice grew worried, goosebumps covering your skin as you realised the position of his hands. “Aegon, what are-” 

He doesn’t want to hear what you have to say. He doesn’t care for it. So he finds himself burying your words with his lips, crashing his down against yours. 

You tried to pull away, only to notice your bound hands as the metal clanked against the wooden bedframe. The realisation of your situation had you parting your lips to speak again, only allowing Aegon to take advantage of your open mouth, sinking his tongue inside. 

Aegon enjoyed the way you squirmed against him, your body fighting to be free from him, only to find yourself caged in by him. He laughed into your lips at the way the heels of your feet dug into your mattress, pushing yourself away, permitting him to sink further between your hips. 

He was sure you could feel it, the way his hardened member pressed up against you and to make sure of it, he pressed himself harder against you, angling himself right against your bare cunt, only his breeches separating you. 

When you finally managed to yank your head free, twisting it to the side, you were breathless, heaving to find the air to speak. 

“You can’t do this,” you cried, tears of your own covering your cheeks. “Aegon, please.” 

He didn’t care for your pleading voice, and to show it to you, he grabbed your face with his hand. His fingers gripped your jaw, snapping your head back to him as placed his lips back on yours once more. 

Any words of yours were lost on his tongue as he fought to steal your very breath from your body. He couldn’t help himself, teeth nipping at your lips, going between biting at you to clashing your teeth with his. 

His kisses were hungry, full of years of longing and yearning for you. They were also full of anger that burned in his veins, one that came from the tortured soul you had moulded him into, regarding him with the same cruelty your mother had given him. 

He didn’t need to breathe, the air from your lungs that he took from you was enough to feed him for a lifetime. He was sure of it. 

But he still let your lips go, slipping them further down as he attached them to your neck. 

You gasped for air once your lips were freed from him. Only for your body to be subjected to them instead. 

“Aegon,” It seems like it's the only thing you were able to say. Had he succeeded in consuming all your senses like you had his. 

“You are mine,” he growled into your skin, teeth nipping at the bare skin of your chest. His hands were bruising as they gripped onto your sheer gown, tearing at the material without even meaning to. “Mine.” 

He spoke those words into the subtle skin of your breasts, not even allowing him a moment to look upon them before he wrapped his mouth around one of your hardening buds. 

Even he was shocked from the sound that left your throat at that, a deep moan breaking free as he sucked at it. He was greedy to hear more, his fingers finding the other bud as he pinched it. But there was no other reaction from your lips, even when he gently tugged on it. 

It was only when he detached himself, able to look upon your face, did he see why. You were biting down harshly on your swollen lips, drawing blood that dripped down your chin. 

Aegon was eager to clean it up, his tongue licking up to catch every bit of it before slipping back into your mouth. This kiss was gentler, short as he was quick to press his forehead against yours. 

“I am the only one that is allowed to make you bleed,” he told you, before he lifted himself from your body. 

You were a sight below him, nightgown torn down the middle from his tight grip, revealing your naked flesh underneath. He should have done this the day you arrived but it's better late than never. 

You called out his name again, eyes widening as he ripped at his tunic and the ties of his breeches. Until they were on a pile on the floor and he was left bare before you. 

“Stop,” you demanded of him, voice strained in your throat. “You can’t do this.” 

“I can do this,” he seethed at your resistance, pressing his body down on yours. “There is no one that could stop me.” 

“Mother-” 

He chuckled wickedly, pressing his hardened member up against you. “She is the dowager Queen. It is me that holds the power of the crown now.” 

You don’t say anything, you only let out a raspy breath as he positions himself against you. 

Aegon grins wider as he finds wetness there, sliding his tip up and down as he spreads the slick over your folds. But the amusement falls from his face when he presses his head against yours again, unable to shake the way you stare at him. 

“Don’t look at me like that,” he commanded but his voice slips on a croak. 

You stared up at him with wet eyes that matched his and your lips formed a pout as you swallowed. He knew this look, one that haunted his every waking and sleeping moment in the first year you departed from him. 

“Don’t,” He warned. 

“I can’t.” Your lips trembled as you whispered to him. 

Aegon forced himself inside in one full thrust, your whole body becoming rigid and your face scrunching in pain. 

“It hurts,” you cried, unable to do anything but tense up. 

“Good,” Aegon said and he meant it. 

He was slow as he moved out of you and back into you, torturously slow. It was punishment, he wanted you to feel every part of him, every ridge and edge as he took up space in your heavenly walls. 

He’d be satisfied in your pain as he took his pleasure. It’d teach you your place, always one with him. 

But as you sobbed underneath him, he felt guilt seeping in and he was quick to shove it down as he pressed his lips on top of yours. He didn’t manage to muffle your cries, he didn’t have it in him. They will be a reminder, he told himself. For what he wasn’t sure. 

His lips remained on top of yours as he thrusted himself inside your walls, only they barely grazed yours. It was like they teased you, sinking down every so often in time to catch every gasp and cry that fell from your mouth. Until he was sure that all he could hear was your ragged breaths and sweet moans. 

“There she is,” he groaned, finally finding comfort in you as hips picked up in pace. “You’ve finally returned to me, sister.” 

“You can’t do this,” you whimpered, eyes sinking bank into your skull at the pleasure that you were clearly feeling. 

“I’m going to breed you in this bed,” Aegon declared, carving his hips upwards as he pushed himself deeper. “I’ll make sure my seed takes until your stomach is swollen.” He latched onto your lips again, another short kiss, only this time he was sure it was reciprocated. “They’ll find us here, tied together like we always have been. Like we were always meant to be.” 

HOTD - Aegon Targaryen. HOTD - Fem x Male character Insert Master List

(Dividers by @cafekitsune)

[mj0702]

“Are you sure Jenni? I can take her with me if you want” Alexia said seriously as she kept a tight hold on your shirt you looking around in awe

“Of course I’m sure... I’m good with Kids... trust me Ale...” the Madridsta waved off “... we’re gonna have some fun and you call when you’re done with whatever boring stuff you have to do and we meet up and all good”

“Okay...” Alexia took a deep breath before she lightly tugged on your shirt “You behave for Jenni... I promised your sister she can enjoy her week in Cuba without having to worry about you”

“She’s a good kid Ale... don’t be such a fun killer” the black haired rolled her eyes as she pulled you over and into her side hugging you quickly

“I know she is.... I also know trouble always finds her...” the blonde answered

“What are you doing anyway?” Jenni asked

“Media... a little bit for Barcelona a little bit for Eleven” Alexia said watching you as you drifted off into the gaming arcade being amazed by the lights and sounds “.... so... you’re good with kids?”

“Yes... contrary to popular belief... I am” the spaniard said proudly

“Then... where is the Cariño?” Alexia smirked

“Right he...” Jenni smiled trying to pull you back into her side to only grab air “... mierda” Jenni swore looking around panicked

“She’s over there with the basketballs” the blonde pointed out “I told you before... don’t leave her out of your sight”

“Pequeña!!!” Jenni yelled sprinting after you

“Have fun Hermoso” Alexia chuckled to herself watching how Jenni argued with you using hands and feet

“Look Pequeña... I’m the cool Aunt okay.... we do everything you want... but you can’t run off like that!” Jenni said sternly

“Everything I want?” you looked at her excited

“Everything... but no running off” the dark haired one said

“Can I have slushies and Candies?” you got even more excited

“Sure... why not?” Jenni shrugged her shoulders

“Everyone always says I’m not allowed so much sugar because I get so hyped up” you looked a little sad

“Well... you’re back at Ales tonight... I don’t care if you’re hyped up or not” Jenni said nonchalantly

“You really ARE the cool Aunt” you exclaimed happily throwing yourself at her hugging Jenni tightly

“I know... I’m so cool” Jenni laughed catching you with ease

“Can we play some games?” you asked still koala hugging the big spaniard

“Sure... wanna start with the basketballs?” Jenni chuckled as she carefully sat you down again

“You’re going down Hermoso... get ready to lose” you looked at her serious

“Pff you little bebé... as if you could win against ME... your sister tried last year... lost too” the black haired spaniard smirked arrogantly but you saw she was joking

“Yeah well... compared to me my sister is shit” you smirked back and Jenni pulled out her wallet

“I don’t believe it” Jenni grumbled as you walked next to her smiling widely a big slushy in your hand

“Told you you’re going to lose” you grinned proudly

“FOUR TIMES?!” the Madridsta exclaimed

“Well... not me fault you can’t accept defeat” you shrugged your shoulders “... uh... Pac Man”

“You’re too young to know Pac Man” Jenni rolled her eyes

“You are just ancient... you probably were around before there was electricity” you shot back and immediately sprinted of when you saw the look that Jenni threw you

“Come back here you little... ugh” Jenni yelled sprinting after you as you cut through the masses of people

You looked over your shoulder seeing Jenni coming after you so you just laughed in her face and cut to the left when you ran into someone bouncing of that person straight on your ass

“Sorry” you said but froze immediately when you saw who you ran into – the arcade security “Uh oh”

“I told you to come... shit” Jenni finally caught up to you scolding you before she noticed the very angry, very overweight, very sweaty guy looking down at you

“Lo siento signor.... Ella lo siento mucho... se abrumó un poco” the dark haired spaniard immediately started to fire in spanish trying to get you out of trouble

“¿Por qué estaba corriendo? No está permitido correr dentro” the scruffy old man huffed

Jenni spoke in rapid spanish trying to get you off the hook – in which she succeeded agreeing to sign something for the mans grandchild

“Jesús Pequeña... look where you’re going next time” Jenni sighed deeply

“I was chased by a mad elderly woman” you said upset and Jenni pulled you into a headlock while kicking your ass with her heel

“Hey!!! Womanhandling!!!” you exclaimed trying to get away from Jenni but her hold was too strong

“Oh shut up... I just saved your ass... he could’ve gotten the police and they would’ve taken you to jail” Jenni laughed at your attempts to free yourself

“Jenniiiiii” you whined which caused several heads to turn your way

“Mi hermana...siendo un poco de mierda como siempre” the Madridsta smiled at some mother who threw her some questioning looks

“I’m not your sister” you grumbled still being in Jennis headlock

“For the moment you are” Jenni grumbled back and led you outside before letting you go

“I wanna go back” you whined immediately after being released

“We’re not allowed back in...” the black haired spaniard said “... if the security guy sees us again in there he will call the police and we’re both in deep shit because I’m the one who has to explain to Alexia why we got arrested”

“Well... what else we gonna do?” you said a little down

“I know someone who I think you would like a lot” Jenni smirked already having an idea how to get your good mood back

“Yeah?” you perked up a little bit

“Want some Ink on your arm?” the Madridsta smirked and you immediately grinned widely

“Sí por favor” you nodded happily

“Then come on... cool Aunt Jenni has a great plan” Jenni smiled and pulled you along to Alexias Cupra she got for the day

“Hola Raphael mi compa...” Jenni laughed as she entered the little shop on the corner on the outlines of Barcelona

“Jenni... mi Corazon” a young man jumped up from his little chair where he was hunched over a table drawing something

“Mi hermana necesita una manga falsa” the Madrista pointed at you

“Para ti...nunca un problema” Raphael smiled and already got his designs out

“Okay Pequeña... what do you want?” Jenni gently pushed you towards the young man who proudly held out his drawing block

“I want something Lionesses... and Spain... something that represents my families... and of course no.8... Gs national number... who’s Barcas 8?” you said trying to remember the Barcelona squad

“Marta” Jenni rolled her eyes “You should know that”

“Yeah well she dating the scary norwegian.. guaranteed goal norwegian... but still scary...” you shrugged your shoulders “... I don’t dare to even look at her”

“Marta is a sweetheart” the dark haired spaniard said

“Her girlfriend isn’t” you shot back

“Okay... Caro is very nice too buy not the point here... do you trust me?” Jenni asked

“Well duuh..” you rolled your eyes

“Okay... before we start... it’s not permanent” the Madrista pressed “... but we’ll get you a whole sleeve... Ales gonna lose her shit” she grinned widely

“Well... get going then” you smirked really liking how Jenni was thinking

“Oh my god... this looks so cool” you looked down on your right arm which was completely covered in different colours and pictures which showed everything important in your live.

“You like it?” Jenni looked up from the magazine she was reading sitting in a comfortable looking lounge chair

“I absolutely love it” you said in awe

“Then tell him...” the dark haired spaniard smiled

“He speaking English?” you looked up and at Jenni

“Of course not...” Jenni rolled her eyes “... but you speak enough Spanish to say thank you and that you like it... go on... I know you can”

“Muchas gracias?” you looked a little unsure but the young man nearly exploded with a smile

“Good... go on...” Jenni encouraged you smiling

“Realmente me encanta... es perfecto” a smile spread on your face and Raphael gushed over you and your baby spanish

“Aunt Jenni??” you asked sweetly

“Sí?” Jenni asked after she paid Raphael a generous tip since he refused to take any payment whatsoever

“Can I get a new haircut?” you smiled innocently

“Oh god... what do you want to get?” the dark haired spaniard asked carefully

“Do you trust me?” you smiled wider

“For as far as I can throw you” Jenni mumbled “... but come on... I know a very good, very gay hairstylist... he can get nearly everything done”

“I want blaugrana” you smirked

“I’m not letting you get permanent colour” Jenni pointed out “... come... this way”

“Yes Ale... yes... I’ll bring her home in about 20 minutes... just let us finish dinner” Jenni had her phone between her shoulder and ear signalling you to eat faster

“Yes she’s still intact... no... no broken bones... no wounds either... I TOLD you I’m good with kids” the Madrista rolled her eyes “... yes... 18 minutes...”

“Eat faster Pequeña... your adoptive mother wants you home” Jenni said as she waved the waiter over to pay the check

“You think Ale like me hair?” you chewed on your pizza

“She will absolutely kill me... that’s why I bring you back and BEFORE you knock you’ll let me get away

“Okay... and if she asks where you are I point in the other direction” you nod quickly

“Muy Bien” Jenni praised you when both walked towards the car

“Té amo Pequeña” Jenni said as she pressed a soft kiss to your temple as she hugged you tightly

“See you on the other side Aunt J” you mumbled before she let go walking down the street quickly – you looked after her until she was around the corner counted down five Mississippi before knocking on the door

“Mi Car.... AY DÍOS MIO!!!! WHAT ON EARTH??!! OLGA!!!!” Alexia opened the door smiling which got replaced by pure horror and shock once she recognized your new “look”

“Hola mamá” you grinned pushing past a frozen Alexia

“OLGA!!!!!” the blonde yelled again “OLGA!!!!”

“WHAT?” her girlfriend yelled from the living room

“IF THE POLICE ASKS... I WAS HERE THE WHOLE NIGHT” Alexia yelled back already pulling on her shoes “Y/n... which way.. I’m going to kill her”

“That way” you pointed up the street and in the opposite direction Jenni left

[juiles]

Sticking Out Sucks pt 2

Summary: After a good nights sleep, the three of you have a good heart to heart and when it comes time to it, they stuck up for you against the team, showing you how much they truly love you.

Age: 13

Warnings: blood, slight anxiety other then that pure and utter fluff.

Type: fluff, fluff and more fluff.

Important questions!!

Masterlist here!

Requests here!

Part 1 here!

(the pic in the middle is my little sister so please don’t take without credit!)

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Y/n’s pov

I don’t remember much of last night after knocking the mop over all I know is that Wanda and Natasha at one point we’re comforting me which was weird in itself.

I stirred slightly before noticing a presence beside me, well more like under me. my head was laid against someone’s chest, i could hear their steady heartbeat and smell their perfume. My eyes fluttered open slowly and the first thing i saw was a mass of red hair. I gasped wrenching out of her arms but winced when an IV pulled my skin. “Shit…”

Wanda shot up from her position, asleep next to the bed in a chair and reached her hands out. “Baby don’t pull on that. We’ll get it taken out properly.” My head whipped up to stare at her as she stood across the bed from me, one arm stretched out, the other clutching the sheets under Natasha who had propped herself up on her elbows staring at me confused.

“Wha- why- what’s g-going on?” My voice came out in a hoarse whisper, grating against the throat.

“You got shot yesterday detka… you almost passed out in the hallway. Turns out you also had a fever. You spent the night in the medbay. We didn’t want to leave you alone.” Wanda explained softly sitting back down, giving me space to figure out what was going on.

“But-but why was I sleeping on Natasha…?” A glimpse of sadness flickered over the redheads eyes before she gently smiled. “You were upset last night darling so you asked me to cuddle. Come here, let me take the IV out and we can go find somewhere more comfortable to talk hmm?” I bit my lip nodding carefully, sizing them both up before I took small steps toward the bed where Natasha gently took my hand and pulled the IV drip out of my arm. She placed a bandage over the spot, kissing it, almost out of instinct.

A look of confusion must have flickered across my face because Wanda sighed softly. “Come darling, let’s go sit in the living room hmm?” I retracted my hands and interlaced them together in front of me and followed the couple as we went towards the living room. They seemed to have a conversation with each other through their minds.

I sighed as my anxiety started to increase. I struggled the most being around these two as I’ve always wished they could almost mother figures towards me however they don’t like me. They sat on the couch, side by side, their hands interlaced. I sat in an armchair, crossing my legs underneath me, causing me to wince before untucking my left leg and let it hang down, swinging back and forth slightly. My head was tucked down, my eyes staring at my hands which were now picking at my skin around my thumbs, a bad habit I picked up from being around Natasha.

“We need to talk to you detka.” Natasha said quietly. “We messed up in the past. We shouldn’t have been treating you the way we were. It wasn’t fair.”

“You’re right it wasn’t.” I snapped, my defences coming out as i glanced up at them through my eyelashes, the look of sadness flickered across their faces confused me.

“Detka… let us finish okay?” Wanda said softly, I nodded softly in response. “We messed up. We want to make things right and explain why we acted the way we did. Can we do that?” I nodded softly finally looking up at them as Natasha continued. “You shouldn’t be on this team. Not because you aren’t skilled enough but because you’re still so young. You deserve better, to try and live as a teenager. We hoped maybe if we didn’t get close to you then maybe you would want to leave. You would ask Fury to move you… but you’re to stubborn for that.” I snorted slightly nodding my head, knowing fine well she’s right on that count.

“You are so important malyshka. You deserve to have a family which if you would like, me and Natasha would like to be that for you. Even if you don’t want us to be your official parents, we would still like to be your guardians y/n. People you can rely on. Talk to. Go to if you’re upset or scared or hurt.” Wanda said, her eyes full of fear, fear of what? I have no idea, all I know is I never wanted her to feel it again. “Last night when you were out of it, you called us mama and momma. It really made us realize how much we care about you.”

During her talk, my eyes welled up, tears filling them up, my hands picking at the skin even more now, causing it to bleed. I leaped out of my seat and clambered into Natasha’s arms, my tears turning into light sobs as I buried into her neck. “Mama… it was real… you-you… you wanted me…”

Natasha’s arms wrapped around my body, pulling me into her, rocking was back and forth gently. I felt warm drops on my head and looked up at her blinking softly. “Mama… don’t cry…”

“They’re happy tears detka… I’m just glad you feel so safe with us… we love you so much and we will spend the rest of our lives showing you that.” She said pressing kisses all over my face, making me erupt in giggles before Wanda stole me and tugged me on to her lap, her arms wrapped around my waist, pressing kisses into my head. “We love you so much detka… so much…”

“I love you guys too momma…” I murmured burying into the crook of her neck, my arms wrapping around her neck. I yawned softly into her neck and then felt her chuckle softly. “If you’re sleepy detka, take a nap, we won’t go anywhere okay?” I nodded softly into her neck and after reaching my arm out for Natasha who placed her hand in mine allowing me to pull her closer, snuggled into the two falling asleep rather quickly.

Natasha’s pov

Y/n pulling my arm so I was wrapped around her and Wanda made my heart flutter. This sweet girl took our talk so well. She’s already so comfortable around us. I love her so much. It makes my whole body melt. The three of us sat like this, cuddled together, Wanda and I just chatting about nothing until a loud bang of a door slamming opened, caused y/n to jump and start shaking in our arms.

“Shhh… you’re okay detka… it was just the guys being loud… you’re okay…” Wanda muttered into the girls hair squeezing her slightly. I shot a hard glance at Tony, Thor and Sam who stumbled in laughing loudly. They all froze seeing my glance and gulped. “Sorry… didn’t mean to wake your girlfriend Tasha…”

“You didn’t. You woke our daughter asshole.” Wanda snapped looking up at Tony who raised an eyebrow and stepped forward seeing y/n in our arms, a small shake still running through her small body. “You’re-you’re… sorry do we like her now?”

“We’ve always liked her Stark. Honestly I’m so annoyed with you guys. By the way, you’re lucky that y/n needs me right now. I’m close to snapping your neck. You are the reason she got shot yesterday the. you had the audacity to blame it on her?! Youre fucking sick. She’s a kid! She doesn’t deserve to be treated the way we have all been treating her.” I warned sending him one of my classic Natasha glares. The man visible gulped and took three steps back. “From now on, Wanda and I will be in charge of y/n. If you treat her badly, you will pay. She also won’t be going on missions until we agree she’s ready and old enough. Do you understand me?!” All three men nodded quickly before shooting out of the room. I took a deep breath before a soft whisper came from below me.

“Mama…?” I looked down to see y/n’s bright green eyes staring up at me. “Really…? No more missions…? No more… having to hurt people?”

Wanda squeezed her eyes shut, a sob choking out of her throat. “Momma??”

“No baby. No more missions or hurting others. From now on you will be a teenager. A regular kid who has two living mamas okay?” Y/n broke into a grin and flung her arms around both of our necks repeating thank you over and over. “I love you mama.” She said placing a kiss on my cheek. “I love you momma.” She said placing a soft kiss on Wanda’s cheek, making the brunette grin widely and attack her face with an abundance of kisses.

“And we love you to detka. With all our hearts.”

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I'm Always Funny. You're Just Not Smart Enough To Keep Up. (Teaser!)

Max Verstappen X reader

Danny Ricciardo X reader platonic.

Not sure if anyone here is an F1 fan but I've recently gotten into F1 and I've started writing a small fanfiction of Max Verstappen Fake relationship Au! Please tell me if you like this and want the rest of it! Enjoy~

Max had just broken up with his long time girlfriend Kelly Piquet. 

They had disagreed on their future plans and had decided it would be better to part ways. It was an amicable split and Max still visited Penelope. However, the media wasn’t kind to him, not that it usually was.

Fans were in a roar over the split calling him all sorts of names for the past seven months.

It wasn’t too bad until the sponsors started to look a bit concerned over the state of the media.

Y/N, being a small town girl from Perth Australia, knew Daniel Ricciardo from when she was younger. His sister Michelle would babysit Y/N from time to time and that's how she came to meet the ever enthusiastic personality that was Daniel.

Daniel, alongside Michelle, had been like an older sibling to Y/N. He would always visit her or text her to catch her up on his state of affairs. 

After his ill-fated departure from Mclaren, to which Y/N was still fuming over. He had spent two months back in Australia, lounging around before Y/N and Michelle told him to get back into what he really loved.

Sure enough, Daniel returned to RedBull as a reserve driver alongside his old teammate Max Verstappeh and Sergio “Checo” Perez.

It was at this point Max had been receiving scalding comments and the Public Relations (PR) Manager had decided it would be a good idea for Max to date someone new with good media presence. Someone who the fans were bound to like.

That is exactly where Y/N came in. She had been featured on Daniel's social media before and made small cameo’s on RedBull and Mclaren videos, wishing Danny luck in his races or even supporting him in person.  

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Max walked alongside Y/N at a brisk pace. They were wading through the crowd of press just before the paddock and after the car park. Y/N was slightly uncomfortable with the firm grip that Max had on her hand but refrained from speaking up. He, after all, was paying her salary, so to speak. 

“Smile,” Max grunted out. Nodding at the press and giving half smiles in a seemingly out of character style. 

Y/N, who was already smiling hissed through her teeth.

“The hell you think I'm doin’ mate?” She then turned slightly away to wave at the photographers,

“Morning! Hope you’re all well rested! Make sure to drink enough water too!” She called out to the mass of people. Y/N understood that these people had to make a living and if you were nicer to them, they were bound to return the favour, although that was easier said than done.

Verstappen kept a pleasant expression as he continued to walk past people, signing hats along the way. 

“When can we stop this damn circus act?” He hissed into her ear, his voice sounding like the grind of gravel. 

“Whenever your PR Manager lets us.” She replied, her smile unfaltering as she kept walking beside him.

“This is all a stupid waste of money and time.” He grumbled under his breath. “This whole relationship thing and the sponsors.” Y/N cocked her head knowingly and replied,

"You need those sponsors and so does RedBull. Anyways, don’t give me a hard time because of it, yeah? I’m just doing my job to the best of my ability.” It wasn't as if she didn't want the money, however she also did it to help out Danny. Apparently the situation had made Max a little crabby.

Max sighed, “You have no idea who many different people we have to play happy couple for to satisfy the sponsors.” to which Y/N smirked and retorted with.

“I dunno, maybe the whole world, Mr Formula 1 World Champion?” Max rolled his eyes dismissively, effectively losing his facade.

“Do you know how much the sponsors pay me to keep you around? Don’t smart mouth me man.” He spat out, scowling and crossing his arms defensively. He pointed at the camera’s who had now turned back to you at the suddenly escalating conversation as moths were drawn to light.

Luckily they hadn’t heard the conversation, only seen the wild gestures that Max had thrown out in exasperation. 

Y/N, being the quick thinker she was, gently patted his shoulder and stepped closer to him,

“Calm down mate, they’re looking at us. Let’s just get inside the paddock yeah? Then we can argue when we get to the motor home.” She whispered slowly, hoping to ease his stress.

“Whatever, " Verstappen muttered, his voice ever harsh and monotonous.

He led her by the small of her back past the photographers and past the gates and into the paddock. He kept you firmly by his side while remaining silent. It seemed like he wasn’t going to talk until they were both tucked into a private building. Or as private as it would get.

As they briskly walked by, they passed some children who were staring in awe at Max. Y/N smiled at the children and tugged on his short sleeve gently.

“Max, give them an autograph! Look, they're so cute. This one’s wearing a mini version of your race suit!” She exclaimed, clearly taken by the children who were bubbling with energy.

Max, as a result of Y/N’s excitement, stopped walking and looked over at her with his signature grim expression before seeing the children. His eyes shifted and his expression became light hearted and almost charming.

“Yeah, alright I’ll sign a few things for you guys.” He grinned at the kids that had gathered around began thanking him incredulously in adoration as their favourite Formula one driver signed their shirts and caps.

Max suddenly turned to Y/N with a small smile,

“Here,” he said, handing her a sharpie, “You should sign one too. They’ll like it.” Y/N shook her head, shy from the sudden attention. 

“But I’m not famous like you. They don’t know me.” She turned to the children, sheepish, waiting for them to collectively agree. Yet, to her surprise one of the younger girls reached out to hug her and exclaimed,

“I know you! You’re Max’s girlfriend! My older brother says you’re pretty!” The little girl beamed up at her and pointed at an older male of similar facial structure who was blushing.

Y/N laughed in surprise and smiled brightly at the young girl.

“Hey love! Would you like me to sign your shirt?” She kneeled down to face the girl and all the younger kids. The children that were now surrounding you went crazy, screaming “Yes!” and “Please!”

They held out their belongings for her to sign, clearly overjoyed. She laughed in delight while Max looked on, while chatting to other young fans.

Y/N gave each of them a hug before signing their shirts.

“Oh and here!” She took out a large ziplock bag that was filled to the brim with friendship bracelets she had made for the fans.

“Take these! There’s enough for all of you.” She ruffled the closest childs hair. Max watched in amusement as the children who were absolutely beside themselves, trying on their new bracelets.

“You’re good with the fans,” he said, actually sounding genuine and kind for once. Y/N shook her head, smiling and waving at the children still as they walked away.

“Nah, I just love the kids. I want them to have good memories that build into hope and motivation.” She looked at Max and gave him a small smile.

“That’s very kind of you.” Verstappen replied, sounding surprisingly sincere. They both walked towards the motorhouse and as they reached the entrance Max opened the door for Y/N and signalled for her to enter.

Y/N walked through, thanking him on the way and waved hello while passing all the staff and volunteers of the Red Bull team.

The pair made their way, through all the greetings and then into Max’s room where Max closed the door behind them both and then turned to face Y/N.

“Alright, no more fake smiles or pleasantries. He sighed, “Do you know how long we’re stuck with this whole fake relationship thing?” He asked while plopping down onto his bed, unceremoniously to which Y/N shook her head. She herself was unsure.

“Nope. I was hired for a year-long contract but it wasn’t definitive,” She sighed and sat down on his chair and spun to face him.

“I think it wouldn’t be too bad for us to be friends Max.” She sat forward with her elbows on her knees.

“It’s not like we’re attracted to each other. It would make life easier if we got along, no?" Max stared at her, inquisitive.

“Friends.” He said slowly, almost as if tasting the word before he tilted his head to say,

“Friends don't usually get paid to be with one another.” Max raised his eyebrows.

“But, I guess being friends wouldn't be too bad. It’s not like anything would happen between us anyways.” Y/N nodded and chuckled, 

“I mean, I get paid to pretend to be your girlfriend. We could totally do it from afar y’know?” she shrugged, smiling.

“That sounds like a great idea.” Max said sarcastically. 

“I’ll just yell ‘I love you’ through a megaphone at you from a distance and we’ll keep it going that way.” He smirked mischievously, crossing his arms to which Y/N burst into laughter in sheer surprise. 

“Right! That would get all the fans roaring.” She chuckled loudly, enjoying his dry humour.  She gave him a genuine smile before asking, 

“You’re really funny when you want to be huh?”

Verstappen rolled his eyes with a subtle upturn in lips at your amusement. Y/N had an instinct that he was proud of the reaction he got out of her.

“I’m funny all the time.” He retorted, “You’re just not smart enough to pick up on it.” He said with a cocky smile.

 

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AND THATS THE TEASER! please comment if you'd like the rest!? Thank You for reading!

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Ghost: Part Two. Na’vi Miles Quaritch X Na’vi Fem/Reader.

Part One / Part Three / Part Four

DO NOT repost my work, don’t copy and paste it anywhere else.

Warnings: Some violence. Language. Kidnapping. Mentions of mass murder. Mentions of murder. manhandling. 

PSA: I decided to combine this part and what would have been the third part, individually they would have been to short for my liking. 

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The room around her was a plain white made up of metal and plastic. The neon lights way too bright for her liking. She had become accustomed to the natural lighting of the forest, these bright lights were beginning to hurt her eyes. Quaritch had been in to see her a few times. She wasn’t sure how long she had been there, it could have been a day or it could have been a few hours. She hadn’t seen Spider, or heard him either and this troubled her. She wanted to ensure his safety, at least all the kids got out alive, she did what Neytiri asked of her. She kept the children safe, and at this point the only thing preventing her from fighting her way out of here or killing Quaritch on sight is that she didn’t know if Spider was safe. She had curled herself in the corner of the room in an attempt to have better control over her surroundings, she didn’t want to hide under a table that left her wide open to be pulled out. The wall wasn’t exactly the ideal spot, but it was better than the dammed table. Her knees were brought close to her chest, arms wrapped around her legs. She was lost, she didn’t know what she was supposed to do, but she wasn’t going to wait to be rescued. She had been humming softly to herself for a little while now, but that small comfort was ripped away from her as the doors to the room opened wide. and Quaritch’s large form stepped through the frame.

“Hello there sweetheart” she looked at him, but gave no response. She wouldn’t look away, she wouldn’t give him that advantage but she wouldn't acknowledge him either. That was until he stepped closer, she jumped into a defensive stance, legs spread wide to balance her body low to the ground. She bared her teeth in a threatening snarl.

“Do not touch me, monster”

“That’s a bit harsh, don’t you think?” he stopped in his tracks and leaned one hand against the table. “I haven’t done anything ta ya”

“You stole everything from me, my sister, and now you have kidnapped me”

“I have taken ya. Yes, but I didn’t kill anyone.” The Na’vi women was confused, she stood slightly, despite both being full grown she only reached his shoulders in height.

“You happily admitted it earlier.” She stated, and she was right. Yet what she didn’t know was that from the moment the recom had become aware of his death he felt strange. Even more so when he saw it happen on a screen. Even though he had the full memories of Colonel Miles Quaritch, he knew deep inside he was not that man. It was confusing, this Na’vi body that he was in felt different than before, or at least from what he remembered, but the instant connection the body had felt to the forest had struck him, and forced him to question everything. He knew he couldn’t let his internal questioning interfere with his mission, but he had questions. The main one being, could he create a new life for himself outside of the shadow of the memories of the man he carried inside of his brain. Where that would lead him he didn’t know, but he had a sinking feeling only the kid and the sassy scientist in front of him could help him figure it out. “I am not the man ya knew” he continued.

“If you were different, you wouldn’t have held children at gunpoint.”

“Maybe, but I am not who ya think I am.”

“You are no different than the day you died.”

“Not true” he smirked “I am much more attractive” The women sneered at him and turned her head away in disgust. “Aw don’t act like that Princess, I have an offer for you, since you’ve been so corporative.” (Y/N) responded with an unenthusiastic chuckle “Oh I am being serious, you have been easier ta handle than the kid”

“Spider?” Her whole body langage changed, her ears pulled back and her eyes narrowed. “What have you done with him?”

“Wow” Quaritch crossed his arms. “the two of ya mean a lot ta each other, huh?”

“He’s known me his whole life, he’s family”

“I can see that, in that case ya wouldn’t skip out on a chance to stay with him right?” her ears perked forward and her face showed genuine surprise “The kid is joining me on my mission and I think ya would be an asset” she pulled away from him slightly and quicky came into contact with the wall. He had began to step closer to her and she didn’t like it, he was holding something in his hands now. ‘What was he playing at?’ She thought, fear clouding her judgment as she seriously considered taking him on, and he could tell. He moved closer, leaning down becoming eye level with her. “It’s a yes or a no, sweetheart. Not hard.” She took a minuet to consider, it didn’t take much convincing. Stay with Spider and sabotage their every move.

“Yes” she tried to keep her voice monotone so that he wouldn’t sense her intent to betray him, but he already had a contingency plan. He stepped forward quickly using his forearm against her sternum to press her against the wall, his other hand was used to connect something to her upper right forearm. It was tight, almost painful. It clicked and beeped once. She barely had time to react but when she did she snapped and hissed, pushing against his chest and lunging for his face. He quickly subdued her, pushing her against the table face first.

“Listen here, I knew ya wouldn’t let me do that willingly. I did what I had ta do”

“So you tagged me with an unknown device without my permission. Guess it shouldn’t surprise me that a jackass like you doesn’t know how to ask for consent!” The implication struck the marine like a tonne of bricks. He had to take a minute to ensure his response was the right one. He pushed her away from him crossing his arms.

“Trust me sweetheart, I know how to ask for consent. See normally it’s not even a question, women beg for me-” she cut him off with a snarl of disgust.

“No sane women would touch you a six foot pole”

“I might not get much actin in this body, Princess, but I have the memories of a man who lived for decades, Papa dragon had moves” (Y/N) recoiled at his words.

“Narcissism isn't a good look on you.” He had no interest in her, but he was enjoying the rise he was getting out of her. She was easy to wind up and if he pulled this shit with any of the other recoms he would get a shiner like no tomorrow, so he was taking the opportunity to pick on someone, not his size. He leaned in close once again. (Y/N)’s left hand gently stroking the outline of the tag. His face got close to hers but she couldn’t move out of the way he had caged her in with his arms.

“Princess, anything or anyone looks good on me” he smirked at her, enjoying the anger that rose in her features the rage that he brought out in her. He made it worse by not being able to control his tail fully, it swished around his legs and lightly stroked the side of her thigh. He expected her to move away, scream at him but what he wasn’t expecting was her right hand to ball into a fist and punched him square in the nose. He staggered back, grabbing his face. he snarled in response. (Y/N) had jumped over the table and pressed herself against the wall, breathing heavily, her own tail thrashing widely against her legs, fear evident in her eyes. “Ya lil-”

“Get that close to me again, without my consent and I will rip out your eye balls” he nursed his nose, but begrudgingly nodded. She had really injured him, he would have to get it checked before they had to leave.

Later he had found her again, in the corner of the room picking at the tag.

“If ya take it off without my help it will set off an alarm and I will shoot you on sight. Understand?” She had nodded, trying to hide her smile at the white strips covering the bridge of his nose. She had broken it, even if only slightly she had proven herself as dangerous, and that held impact. He threw a respirator mask at her. (Y/N) caught it with ease and hung it around her neck. He motioned for her to stand up. He lead her out of the labs down winding corridors, it was a good thing she hadn’t tried to escape when she had. She would have had no idea where to go and she would have ended up dead no doubt.

Outside a ship was being prepared. She saw spider quickly, his human form sticking out against the Na’vi and his appearance causing him to stick out like a sore thumb against the other humans. She had to fight the urge to run to him and take him as far away from these people as she could, she knew she couldn’t.

“(Y/N)!” The relief evident in his voice, she smiled at the young boy in return.

“Can’t get rid of me that easy” she jessed. A sharp shove to her right shoulder startled her, causing her to stumble ever so slightly and hiss up at him. He shot her a glare.

“Quiet” Quaritch seethed through gritted teeth. “Now get on the ship” he kept pushing her at different point causing her to hiss and snap in retaliation. When they finally got settled on the ship Zdog looked at the Colonel with surprise.

“Boss what happened to your face?” he was refrencing the large bruise that had started to form and the dried blood that littered his lips.

“Short stack get a little feisty on you?” (Y/N) spun in the direction of a female voice, the nickname shocking her. She saw spider mouthing the words himself, also in shock. All the recoms all sniggering. Quaritch didn’t need to say a word. He knew anything he said would be taken out of context, that was the life. Marines would take the absolute piss out of each other at any given opportunity. He also knew he wouldn’t be able to hide what he was truly feeling, which was admiration. (Y/N) was no marine, she wasn’t military she had no training other than what the Na’vi had given her. Yet when faced with a man, bigger, taller and more trained than her, she stood her own and broke his fucking nose. For that, he had the smallest amount of respect.

~*~

Miles Quaritch had made a change, he wanted to think, eat, speak and do as the Na’vi do. His objective hadn't changed, Jake sully needed to pay for what he had done, at least that was the Marines thoughts. (Y/N)’s was that she needed to protect the people that she loved the most, she needed to keep them away from the mountain where her people were kept hidden and safe.

However that changed when it became clear that they had left, they had left her, with them, and it hurt. The only reason Jake would leave would be to protect his family. It was hard to believe that he wouldn’t try and come back for her, she had to hold out hope.

Quaritch wanted to ‘ride Na’vi’ that means he needed an ikran, or what the humans call a Banshee, and he was forcing (Y/N) to help. She was sat opposite Quaritch, legs crossed. He however, was standing, holding bundled up fabric.

“If that’s camo, I am not wearing it” she snorted.

“I have a deal for ya” (Y/N) folded her arms, turning her head in a skeptical manner, and hummed in response to encourage him to keep talking. “You tell me where I find a banshee to ride and I give you a bed”

“Why do you want an Ikran so bad?”

“I need to think and do as Sully does. I need to find him and I’ll only do that with a ride”

“Why do you think a bed would convince me to help?” His features scrunched in irritation.

“Well, if that won’t work then we will just make our way back to base and hand Spider over to the science nuts. They can crack his skull for some more for information.”

“More?” (Y/N) tensed, what was he talking about? She thought Spider seemed fine when she had seen him last.

“Yep, science nuts had him hooked up to a brain scan, almost melted his thick skull.”

“What!?” (Y/N) rose from her position, she had felt more rage in the last 24 hours than she had felt in years. The people had shown her peace and another way a life, a way of life that gave her joy. The man before her was going to cause her blood pressure to raise to dangerous levels. She knew the machine he was talking about, she just didn't think that they would use it on someone so young. Although they had committed a mass murder in order to retrieve rocks so, the bar was really below the floor when it came to their moral compasses.

Quaritch only nodded in reply, he gave no indication of emotion. None.

“And the both of ya will go right back to those science freaks” he paused “no offence, but make no mistake this time around I won’t let them stop. I’ll make sure the kid goes first too.” Unlike most of their interactions (Y/N) looked at him defeated. She looked at him with genuine disappointment.

“Most people who get a second chance at life, try to make amends.” That was all she said for a while. She just sat there staring at him, and him? Well he was just as frozen, he couldn’t think of a single thing to say, somehow her disappointment struck him, like an ice pick in his gut. All he could think about suddenly was fixing this, his thoughts were interrupted by a third person entering the room.

“How’s it going boss, short stack gonna help us?” the Colonel stood up crossing his arms, looking down at (Y/N). She bowed her head, her shoulders fell limp, he actually heard the thump of her tail hitting the floor. She was beat.

“Yes, I’ll help you get your own Ikrans” she wanted to sob, scream. She thought nothing they could do could force her to help them, yet here they are. They had her backed against a wall. They might as well be using her as a blood hound.

~*~

(Y/N) and Spider climbed the vines connecting the floating mountains, laughing at how slow the recoms were. Spider was in a better mood, he was playful enough to lightly pull on (Y/N)’s tail. Neither of them saw the mournful look that Quaritch threw in their direction, the man himself didn’t know what he was feeling.

“We could get there in half the time if we were on our own” (Y/N) Spoke quickly in Na’vi in hopes that the recoms wouldn’t pick up on conversation. Spider laughed heartily.

“skxawng’s” their conversation continued until they reached the waterfall where the Ikran resided.

“They told me that they hurt you? Is that true?” Spider looked away

“I am fi-” they were cut off by Quaritch’s voice pulled them out of their temporary peace.

“Whats are ya yammering about?”

“Ngenga sa’nok!/get away from me!” (Y/N) jumped out at the sound of the mans voice, “Skxawng!” she hissed at him. Quaritch raised his eyebrow and looked down his (still broken) nose at the angry women before him.

“If ya keep calling me moron, I will start calling you short stuff” her mouth fell open in shock.

“I am 8 foot 8 you jackass!”

He leaned down slightly, he wasn’t close enough to be face to face but it was enough to prove his point, placing his hands on his hips he spoke.

“Then quit insulting me will ya?” (Y/N) Rolled her eyes. “And quit that attitude!” he snapped walking past her, leading in the direction of the Ikran.

“What are you going to do about it?” she crossed her arms following behind her. He threw an odd look over his shoulder, she didn’t fully understand it. It wasn’t anger or rage. No one at looked at her that way and it threw her off. Something was shifting in him, maybe he was right. Maybe he wasn’t the same man. ‘And the catalyst for it all was Spider’, she thought. She was wrong. Quaritch could feel himself connecting with Pandora, for some unknown reason he felt pressure to get his own Ikran. He felt this pull to the very ground beneath his feet, and his only true connection to it was her, and he hated it.

Quaritch aimed a sedation gun at a random ikran, causing Spider to laugh and (Y/N) to kiss her teeth at him.

“What?” he looked at them with sincere irritation. His patience was wearing thin.

“Na’vi kids younger than me do this with their bare hands!” Spider laughed at his would be father.

“Sully did this the hard way?”

“What do you think?” Spider laughed more, the Colonel nodded at (Y/N) clearly asking the same question instead, she responded with something quite different.

“Oh, I have my own Ikran. If wasn’t for your death threats I would have flown up here myself.” his face contorted in, confusion? No, an increase of irritation, he was bomb ticking away, each comment gnawing away at his will.

“Ya sayin’ we didn’t have to bust our asses climbin’ up here?” she laughed heartily.

“Skxawng! You think i could have fit eight people on the back of one Ikran?” she leaned forward towards the group of flying animals. “Gaining an Ikran, is a sacred ceremony. Climbing the mountains is apart of that, you said you wanted to do things the Na’vi way.” The Colonel had no response other than to grunt and jump right in front of an Ikran. He quickly found his chosen, his Ikran, but he made one crucial mistake, he didn’t tie the mouth shut. She held back the urge to insult him again instead she just watched, tense and anxious.

The moment he fell off the cliff face, (Y/N) felt nothing. Not nothing, there was something, a loss of opportunity maybe? Opportunity for growth? Or the opportunity to kill him herself. She wasn’t sure, but when Spider ran to the edge, concern filling his normally content features, she knew. She had to keep this idiot alive, at least a little while. She followed Spider to the edge and vocalised calling her own ikran. Loyey arrived quickly, screeching in distrust at the strangers around her Na’vi. (Y/N) jumped on and made the bond, tsaheylu. She quickly lifted into the air looking below. Without warning Quaritch rose from below, startling Loyey in the process.

“Ya worried about me short stack?”

“In your dreams, Skxawng” she rolled her eyes again “someone needs to teach you lot how to fly anyway.” She looked over to see a beaming man, he was smiling, actually smiling. No, he was glowing with pride, and that’s when she saw it, the change he had been talking about. She could see it as easily as she saw his stripes. He was a different man, and that should have changed nothing, yet it changed everything.

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[rien-maz]

And so I, avoiding all spoilers, finished my business and finished watching the "miracle" called "Acolyte". This post will be a subjective point of view, i.e. mine.

Make some tea, because this is going to be a BIG post.

Where do I start? Oh yes, the one that angered me the most - let's start with the characters, specifically their roles, backgrounds, and everything else on the list:

First off, the main characters are flat ( and I don't mean their shapes, they're fine).

One of the main characters, Osha, is striking in her lack of emotion. In the first episode we can still see her surprise at being accused of killing a Jedi, and we also see the changes between her child version and the adult version, but then she doesn't develop emotionally, sensually or physically. She doesn't learn anything throughout the 6 episodes. It feels like all the events pass her by and all we learn from them is that she hates her sister. But then again, she has no reaction in the first episode where she learns that Mei is alive and has killed a Jedi.

She also doesn't have much emotion for Saul, her old teacher, as if she doesn't care if he's there or not. When she sees the deaths of her two friends Jackie and Yord, Osha doesn't change a bit. You could write it off as all her thoughts being preoccupied with her sister, but no. These are the people closest to her, the ones she referred to in her conversation with Mei in Episode 5 as her family.

Throughout the 6 episodes we don't see an ounce of bitterness of loss for her family, although in episode 3 we are shown that she was very close to her mom emotionally. Osha doesn't develop as a character in any way. She was the same in both series 1 and 6. By the way, the same goes for Mei, but at least there's some character growth there

Mei, both as a child and as an adult, looks out for her own interests and that doesn't change even in Episode 5. Unlike Osha, Mei reacts to events around her, but most of them have no effect on the character herself. I can basically say the same thing about her as I can about Osha, but at least she has a small step of development: leaving the master and deciding to surrender to the Jedi. Subsequent events after that decision drive her into conflict, but Leslie Hadland killed those saplings of development in a scene where Mei changes into Osha's clothes and continues on her original path.

Jackie was in my opinion the most adequate character in this product, but just like with Osha, she doesn't react emotionally to the events that happen around her. She just acts as a supporting or supporting character because she doesn't play any special role in the main character's life. Jackie is not revealed as a character in any way. Other than her name and her affiliation with the Order, we don't know anything about her. We don't know her motivation, her principles, and so on. Just a character created for the crowd.

The same goes for Yord, who dilutes the plot with his goofiness (more on the plot later, for it is so raw that it is "bursting at the seams"). Like Jackie, we don't know anything about him. No, we know that he's an old acquaintance of Oshi's, who apparently doesn't care about the main character either, and that he has a great athletic body, which is so important to the plot. He's also just like Jackie a character for the masses and nothing more. He as well as the padawan don't play much of a role.

Saul. This grandfather is only pitiful because he is constantly "whining" and apologizing. He doesn't evoke, at least for me, any emotion other than pity. I don't know what Leslie Hadland was trying to achieve by creating such a character, probably she wanted to make a "martyr" in his image, which is either the image of a "little man", like Nikolai Gogol in the story "The Overcoat", or Alexander Pushkin's "The Station Keeper", where, like the main character of the story, Sol finds joy in his former padawan Osh.

The main antagonist of this product single-handedly saves the picture, out of a total of 6 episodes so far. Throughout the 5 episodes this character acted as a mystery to many, but to me, as soon as I saw him on the screen in the form of Mei's assistant, it was immediately clear who he was (thanks to the documentaries about maniacs from "Criminal Russia"). In fact, he was the only one who kept the intrigue going for 5 episodes.

And yes, the scene where he bathes naked in the water was very necessary in the director's opinion, because look how handsome Sith is. And cubes, and breasts and charisma in general hot man. And seriously, unlike with naked Yord, this scene was acceptable, because the main villain was unarmed, but still showed his power of persuasion. you could do without it, of course, but thank you for the beautiful man in the frame, who is the only one who carries the plot on his shoulders.

And so, we've dealt with the characters, let's move on to the next thing - namely the plot. This is an interesting thing, because I've never seen such predictable plots in my life.

So here it is: the plot is bad in that it is not finalized. It feels like the authors of this product came up with some super duper ending, and then remembered that it turns out it is necessary to write the whole story for this. But about everything in order. Let's go by series, because the first two episodes are the worst in this series at the moment.

The first episode starts by introducing us to the events, i.e. a lone assassin that has come to take revenge on a Jedi. Well, you decided to show us a killer that is ready to take someone else's life, but you chose a cool outfit: hair is open, face is covered by a mask only half, the hood she throws off, allowing people to see herself, and also leaves a witness at the scene of the crime. Well done, good killer. The bar fight scene itself I could describe as "what is this?", because the Jedi just stands and watches Mei scattering the customers, although we know from the same movies and clone wars that the Jedi immediately draw their swords and try to calm down the troublemaker, but no, we had to demonstrate Mei's strength, to show how cool she is.

We'll come back to the scene with the blade in his chest later because it made me laugh, but for now let's move on to the Osha indictment scene:

First point: how fast your ships fly. In the clone wars, poor guys spent cycles to get from one planet to another, and you're teleporting at plus ultra. What's my point? Yord himself said that Osha was VERY far from Coruscant, but they miraculously got there in a matter of minutes. Reminder: the actions of the first two episodes are 3 days apart in the story, so either I'm missing something here, or they abruptly lost such powerful ships during Palpatine's reign as Chancellor.

The second point: how accurately everyone remembers the face of our lone killer, although, if we take real life, people in stress can tell about the appearance of a person only in general features, to how few can identify the attacker in the exact features of the face, but we will omit this point.

The third point: physics comes out of the chat room or, to be more precise, out of Acolyte. Shchas will be a bet from the Internet, because I was not lazy to google it to convince myself of its correctness: "During experiments with fire on board the ISS, astronauts realized that fire does not behave exactly the same way as on Earth. Fire in space burns very differently. It burns with great difficulty, and it is even more difficult to ignite".

So, "F" for physics Leslie Hadland. And one more "F" for the living and not wounded protagonist, because the ship exploded into wreckage, and Osha was sitting near the nose of the ship, and not a single scratch on her. She was running away from the Jedi so vividly that no one would have believed she had just survived a spaceship crash. Another "F" for the equally lively Osha, who lay all night on a planet of snow and ice and didn't freeze her limbs off, even though she should have gone to the Force from being in light clothing in the cold for so long. Now I've led you smoothly to the technique that our "dear" Leslie used: the unkillable protagonist. Of course, she's the protagonist, we can't kill her, even though she should have died several times already for obvious reasons.

Fourth point: we haven't had a chance to get to know the character, and they dump his whole life story on us. Why? Why? There are no answers to these questions, but I'll explain the disadvantage, which is probably obvious to you already: we can't sympathize with the hero in his pain and loss, because we haven't had time to feel for him. We've literally been dumped a "heartbreaking" story and told to "sympathize with Osha, she's so miserable." No, Leslie, it doesn't work that way. With both Osha and Saul, we're immediately laid out the characters' pasts when we first learned their names. And while we can still sympathize with Saul in Jackie and Yord's murder scene, I'm sorry we can't, because as previously stated, she's a "flat character."

Fifth point: the writers of the product forget what they wrote originally. In the first episode, we are shown Mei killing a Jedi with a dagger, and later, our beautiful antagonist tells us that "Jedi cannot be killed with blade or sword." Okay? Okay? That's interesting, wow.

Sixth point: as mentioned in the first point, the plot runs at breakneck speed. Combined with all of the above, it's already hitting the plot pretty hard, which is as cliched as possible: two sisters were separated in childhood by events and now one is trying to reunite and the other to kill.

Seventh point: the Jedi have forgotten all their skills and only one of them uses the force normally and that's Saul. Why would I say that? Because the Jedi forget that they can sense other people with the Force. If they remembered that, Mei wouldn't have been able to kill two Jedi so easily. Oh yeah, Jedi do have telepathy, but Mace goes to hell with saying that they can only read minds and memories by diving into someone else's head, which requires a good ability to use the Force. And also that Jedi can only hear out loud thoughts and feel emotions and then empaths or telepaths can do that.

And if we remember the scene in the Clone Wars where Mace, Anakin and Kenobi "talk" to Cad Bane, the immersion into someone else's mind for a person who doesn't want it is accompanied by pain for the person to whom the action was directed. Yes, Leslie, it's worth familiarizing yourself with the universe you're doing the series in.

Eighth point: Leslie Hadland attempted to use the Chekhov's Gun technique, which refers to the dramaturgical principle that every element of the narrative should be necessary and non-essential elements should be removed. This can be seen in Osha's vision scene in the first episode, where she sees her sister, who says that she is alive and that she is going to kill more Jedi. This hints to us of the two sisters meeting after 16 years apart. Yes, you're good, but with the fact that the story asks the viewer a question and then answers it a couple seconds later, it doesn't work. I mean, the scene where Osha is led to the Prison Ship in handcuffs, followed by the scene with Saul's monologue about how what our eyes see isn't always the truth. In other words, in the first two episodes we have already been told the story that will go on, because of which we can watch further only because of the handsome Sith, nothing more.

I could say more about swords, but I've said too much already, so we'll summarize.

As I said earlier, the plot is as predictable and, frankly, raw as possible. It has many moments of incomprehension and outrage. This is especially outrageous for me as a Star Wars fan (I've been watching since I was 6 years old, even though I'm of legal age)

As a result, what we have: a predictable plot with flat characters, sexualization of men and a bunch of clichés. Oh yes, and physics, which was sent far away.

Remember that in this post I only wrote my opinion on the series. If you like it, that's strictly a personal matter and each of you is fully free to have an opinion that differs from mine. I just wanted to express my indignation and point out the mistakes that I saw in the series while watching it.

That's all.

[alphamalereviewsfanfics]

CAN YOU TASTE MY LUST? CAN YOU FEEL MY SIN? By Heartofhubris

SUMMARY: “But, the issue had arisen during your nights when he filtered into your dreams. Nights of imagining him taking you in the pews,laying you out on the dark woodtostrip you bare to his whims.
When you focused back into the Father, you felt your blush travel up to your ears. The thoughts would only offer more confessions, and you didn’t want to add in more sins you had to confess.
“We are all sinners,” Father Ford said.

Enjoy the sacrilege, you damn heathen

Priest Ford AU where he's aware of what he can do and he does it.”

PREGAME: Happy Easter my fellow alphas!!!!! My partner requested this one and I thought it would be silly if I was a bit sacreligious on this holiday because I kinda hate it 😎😎😎 not because of like the religious shit itself but like because the rabbit shit doesn’t compute in my brain and also because of how my family celebrates good ole Easter but what can you do. I’m not catholic, but I was raised pretty non-denominational Christian and I haven’t been to church since I was 10 so like I know nothing about this shit. I’ll take most of my knowledge from watching midnight mass so like if it’s insanely inaccurate to how this catholic shit goes then that’s not on me that’s on the author, who describes themself as “catholicphobic.” Also I only read this twice instead of my usual five times before reviewing so sorry if the review sucks ass that’s just the alpha way though.

REVIEW: When I was younger I desperately wanted to learn latin. I watched this Wes Anderson movie called Rushmore (it was an earlier one so it wasn’t filled with the crazy aesthetics he has now) and I was in love with the idea of taking Latin and going to a Latin club and reviving an almost dead language. It drove me mad and I would try to teach myself Latin with google translate (because duolingo and sites like that weren’t really a thing) and I learned all about the etymology of words in the English language and I was obsessed with it and I would tell everyone what the root of certain words was and it annoyed the shit out of people (especially my sister). Anyways the point of all this is that Latin is not sexy. And it never will be sexy to me. And I don’t know why I was so fucking hung up on the mention of latin because like there aren’t even any latin words in this fic!!!!! It just mentions it!!!! So moral of the story don’t be me. This is pretty well written though bro. The author succeeds with constructing a kinda like repentance vibe in the first few sentences. Like it feels like there’s nothing else to be written besides priest porn. Like that’s the end goal. Even if there wasn’t priest porn in it I would get the vibes of priest porn like just read the first few sentences l think Aw man this’ll either be some good religious horror novel or some killer priest porn. And I respect the hell out of that bro like it got the tone down bro. And like the porn itself is pretty well written like man I’m bewildered that the tone just fit so well bro like I don’t get it I’m baffled bro this is insane!!!!!! Like the porn was so well written bro it has tone and emotion to it you don’t get usually bro trust me. Anyways my partner said they were really into this fic and I gotta support them on that it was well written even if I find the father thing kinda silly but like I don’t know I’ve never tried it. Also priests are silly and I couldn’t see Ford into religion like characterization wise buuut I’m putting the mischaracterization aside because it’s just made for people who want to get off to priest ford pines and I gotta respect that. So if you’re into ford pines and you’re into priest shit this fine Easter Sunday then do some sacrilegious shit and read this fic

RATING: 6/8 fingers (BETA MALE STATUS)

Happy Easter and Ramadan and Passover and death anniversary of Margaret Thatcher my alphas 😎😎💪💪🔥🔥🔥

[xviistrings]

hello . it's me. the girl who loves imagining a toxic parent+child relationship being not toxic. so abijah fowler

he's not mizu's dad. i don't think. he doesn't have blue eyes and nothing either of them say in their big confrontation in the season finale allude to him being her real father

but. and hear me out

just. just what if he was like a father figure WAUGH

albeit probably the worst candidate for fatherhood seeing as he's a mass-murdering, sadistic, twisted motherfucker but i mean. he doesn't kill spiders at least

i wish i could post cool gifs like the rest of the people here but unfortunately i don't know how. but we've all watched the show and we knowwwwww that one scene where he talks to the jesus statue about his plans to kill the shogun and blah blah blah-dee-blah

and.. he doesn't crush the spider in his hand, but gently keeps it in his fist. and he lets go of it at the end of the scene. because maybe he's a little MORE than a mass-murdering sadistic twisted motherfucker. maybe hes. yknow. human

kind of like how multiple times throughout the show they demonstrate that mizu is not the tough and scary killer she pretends to be, but is in fact......... a traumatized and angry child who grew up too fast and is now totally fucked up and emotionally underdeveloped. emphasis on traumatized and child

and the way he walked past that room before backing up is the exact same thing mizu did in the first episode. btw. aack

alsoooo! we got that bit of his backstory where he's talking about how he had to eat his sister or something i don't remember. my point is that back in europe, his homeland was being invaded by the british and his whole family was slaughtered. because they werent british.

losing your family. being attacked. by a majority. for having a different, "lesser" heritage. sounds familiar to a certain.......... other character.........

i know he's going to play a bigger role in s2 and i know there's absolutely no way the writers are going to frame this as a happy wholesome father and daughter because it sure as hell IS NOT. but ohhhhhh i want to see them bond and relate to each other in a weird emotionally constipated way. it's my favourite thing ever

idk im banging my head against a keyboard and hoping this makes sense . DJ daddy issues out

[damazcuz]

I've only had this account for about 5 years now. But I've been on tumblr for 13 years, since I was 16 and just starting to learn who I was, what transgender meant, what the world looked like at the time for a group I was swiftly realizing included me.

And for 13 years I have consistently used this site and stayed on, occasionally blog hopping when things felt stale or if things got bad. And things got bad sometimes. You'd get people calling you nasty things in your ask or replies or reblogs or tagging your username to sic their followers on you. And tumblr has always treated targeted harassment as a "Sorry you feel that way. That's not against tos though! Was this answer helpful?" issue whenever it's reported. They've never cared against abuse on their website, IN THE EXCEPTION of cases in which radfems and nazis have maliciously mass reported users for MAYBE hitting their breaking points and MAYBE snapping and saying something stupid that could be used as an excuse. Could be something today or four years ago in your archive but at some point, you had a bad day and posted something that could make tumblr say finally, we can get rid of a pest! or you were just transgender and said as much. A little too loudly in front of the wrong mod.

And this sounds so silly to say. But when you live in a website for 13 years and it's where you have your primary interactions with so many people and where you've met so many of your friends! It starts to feel like your community. Like an apartment building we all live in and visit each other's apartments and talk and decorate and laugh and play. And it's a bit of a dump and we all laugh about the crumbling peeling wallpaper and the slumlord that runs the place. We know the landlord isn't our friend, they just want us to pay rent until we're no good for it anymore. Produce the posts that make this site anything more than a hate forum, make the memes and the art and the posts that end up everywhere from your little sister's pinterest to your mom's Facebook to your uncle's meme subreddit. Keep up the garden and don't pile trash on the curb or you're out. This is "the queerest place on the net" only because queer people live here and hung on with our fingernails to stay here because if you have to leave, what's your fallback? You like your neighbors. They can't all come with you. They won't. Even the kind of crumbly parts feel like home after a while.

Like I want to clarify that Tumblr's reputation as a funny place to chill and scroll and meet people and see new things is not from the transphobes working on staff. Their job is to turn a profit or at least keep it LOOKING profitable, so the site can sell to the next moron to buy it out. The fun and joy of Tumblr is us. WE made this place. When you tear down our decorations and rip out our furnishings and toss us out on the street and look at what's left to show the next prospective tenant, it's a fucking dump. There is nothing left but the shittiest people in our neighborhood who are allowed to stay and make hate posts about us. There's the framework for "someone could make pretty posts here! It's a fixer upper!" But it's shit. It sucks.

I've been spiraling since yesterday over a couple of things I'm not taking well. One is work. "They can't fire us all!" I always joke. And people laugh. Last night my boss and I spent an hour and a half in this miserable fucking meeting, talking about the pressure pushing down on our load bearing team. We fantasized over all 8 of us being able to say "that's enough. I'm better than this. We are all walking out today and we will not come back. Don't text." And we can't. None of us can lose the stability of a full time job that pays kind of okay even though it's killing you. None of us can face that uncerainty. I left with chest pain. It was my first day back after major surgery. I went home and sat in one spot for over six hours almost unmoving, crying and just in disbelief of how unfair it is. We can't leave. But something has to give before my team dissolves and one of us puts a gun in their mouth. And then we all still have to make our shift. Who else will do all that? Who's going to cover, huh? Clock in.

And I spent the rest of my day, which ran to 4 am before I was able to sleep, wishing I could quit and hating what's happening on tumblr just as much. On a fucking blogging platform. Because this has been my fun sandbox for over a decade and it's always kind of sucked, it's full of cat shit and people throw sand at you and you're getting sunburned but it's fun here. You find your people to play with. And then it's like you remember oh yeah, other people here want me dead. The owner of this place wants me to die. He wants everyone that makes this place cool and fun to die. And he'll turn around and say "yeeeah well you shouldn't have joked about being mean to me." And it's like why am I here! Why am I making posts for YOU?

I can't leave employment. I'm only a couple of weeks, maybe a couple months away from homelessness at any given time, with how tight finances are. "Shoestring budget" would be generous. We're making it through sheer force of will. But I can't quit my job, and neither can anyone else.

But I can leave this place that I've hated and loved for so, so long. The other massive drain on my life that wants to see me shrivel and die. I can get up and go. We could all just go. Mass exodus. And I know it won't happen. Give it a week, ten days. People move along. Yeah, that sucked. Well, here we all still are. Still posting. Still tumbling. Still complaining about the landlord. But most people won't leave. How can you walk on your friends and community, knowing they won't all follow? But how do you continue to stay here watching this happen? I'm already listening to people tell me "so? that doesn't affect me. it doesn't matter in the grand scheme of things. and of course this happened, duhhhh." It's like, feel stupid for getting comfortable here. You should feel stupid for settling in and making it a home and thinking it would be fun here. If you are transgender you are not safe and you are not wanted. Not in the queerest place on the web, either.

It's not about the funny hammer car explosion """threat.""" It was never about the hammer car explosion. That was a dogwhistle through a megaphone to transphobes. Tumblr's darlings. Don't worry. I'll take care of this one that thinks she can speak up against me. And against you. And now there's a defined "REASON" for the ban. Why, Matt hardly knew he was banning a trans woman. All he knew was fear! He had no choice! And you can ignore the ACLU and the claims of systemic transphobia, that's something else. We fixed that!

I want this place to die because it is already rotting. We are scraping at the bones at this point. Walls are crumbling and there's a hole in the floor to the room below and the windows have long been knocked out and the boiler hasn't worked in years. They aren't going to fix it. It has never been the intention to fix it. They want you to leave or die. Whichever. Don't matter. Just get lost. I will find another tenant. I will find another person who will give me more ad revenue. You are replaceable in that sense. Someone else will join tumblr tomorrow. And tumblr will make a buck off them instead.

But they cannot replace the ways in which you and I have made this site livable and bearable and fun. And I want us to leave so that the husk of this place can collapse and blow away in the wind. I want tumblr to take a major hit and I want the loss of ad revenue to HURT THEM. I want a mad scramble to figure out how to fix it all. They can't. They won't. The fix has always been there and it's always been refused. Terfs will never be turned away from tumblr. Neither will nazis. "Sorry you feel that way, but that's not against our tos. Was this answer helpful?"

You know how they say, "it there are ten people at a table and one is a nazi and no one stands up, you have ten nazis"? This feels like that to me. If 20,000 of us wait a week, shrug, and resume joking and playing and say, well, yeah, it's sad that another dozen trans fems were banned last night. But I like it here...

It feels like that. Why are my trans sisters' archives of 5, 10+ years of life and joy being wiped clean? I can't even tell you how many posts I've seen from an op whose url I recognize from last week, but whose username is grey and icon default, because she posted something less than a day ago to say "yo this sucks. Fuck this place and fuck this guy." They've never ever found the terfs and nazis to ban them because they DON'T CARE. Those are the ones they prefer. That they cater to. Post about the ceo being a dumbfuck and in 12 hours, risk losing your community and the ability to look back at your life online. Clean slate. As if you never lived there. Oh, but tumblr isn't a transphobic place. We fired the one and only naughty transphobe on staff who was taking bribes to send out bans. Pay to win moderation. That person's gone. So it's okay and you don't need to worry. It's okay, I promise. It's the queerest place on the web. Get comfortable.

I love my job and I love this place. One of them is going to push me to the edge. But I can choose to leave one. You can choose to leave with me. They can't fire us all.

[borderline-culture-is]

(MAJOR CW: RAPE, ABLEISM, THE MELANIE MARTINEZ AND PUMPKIN THE GENTLEMAN SITUATIONS, SUICIDE THREATS, PSYCH WARDS) --- bpd culture is making a tony crynight discord server out of spite because nobody in the already-existing server seems to understand wtf having bpd is actually like and how to properly communicate boundaries with someone who has bpd

Context:

(disclaimer: some details may be inaccurate because I don't 100% remember what happened, and I'm trying to recall it to the best of my ability)

in the first server, I was talking about the pumpkin the gentleman situation because I was frustrated at how people were handling it(mainly through unneeded jokes about a particular video that had nothing to do with the overall situation), and at first, everyone was agreeing with me on what I said, but after I brought up the melanie martinez situation (because the same shit was happening to that situation too, mainly calling her "felony fartinez" and the ungodly amount of rape threats getting thrown around), they started to switch up on me and even started to make jokes about the ptg situation themselves just to confirm that their opinion changed.

Frustrated, I ended up leaving the server and blocking a few people that were in the server, splitting from them in the process, and I was left emotionally dysregulated for the rest of the day afterwards.

A few hours later, I unblocked one of my friends and apologized to him for what happened, and he said I was allowed to come back as long as I didn't talk about the ptg situation because everyone was uncomfortable with talking about it entirely.

Now, I know this probably sounds unreasonable, and I'm not saying he was in the wrong for this because he didn't know what happened himself, but I feel like the people in the server should've just communicated beforehand that they weren't comfortable with the discussion of the ptg situation, instead of pretending to agree up untill the mention of the melanie martinez situation, because that just sounds like they switched up on me to trigger me on purpose, so naturally, that set me off, like a lot.

So I got back on the server and started mass-blocking everyone, and then I left after that. The stress from that + some unrelated stuff that was going on sent me into a spiral that led to me threatening to kill myself (and just to clarify: when it happened I was experiencing suicidal urges, so yes, I was actually gonna go through with it). I put an end date in my bio on all of my social medias and left it at that.

Two of the people from the server tried messaging me, but because i was in a split from them, I told them to fuck off and leave me alone. This will be important later.

I'm just honestly lucky that I had an irl friend who was staying the night that day, because they saw what was going on and went to check up on me, same with my mom and sister. That, and also seeing ptg's apology video where he explained a few things and took accountability for the things he did wrong, helped me calm down and regulate to a point where I could think logically. Realizing what I just did, I decided that maybe it was time for me to get help.

So after a bit, I came back to the server and apologized for what happened, and let everyone know that I was voluntarily admitting myself to the psych ward because I realized the mental state I was in was getting worse.

Let's just say people weren't too happy about it, because they all started to chew me out, mostly through condescending comments and yelling at me over what happened. This caused me to dysregulate again, and I tried everything I could to get them to understand what I was going through, while repeatedly saying that I was sorry because I didn't want the friends I genuinely cared about to leave me (abandonment issues am I right). I brought up how I was getting admitted to the psych ward, and one of them said "great for you" in a condescending tone, just as an example of the condescension being thrown around in there. They were also telling me that I was trying to manipulate them because of the amount of times I said "i'm sorry."

one of my friends was trying to de-escalate the situation, but the people in the server kept pushing and making it worse. I eventually left the server crying, and the friends in question was comforting me the whole time, which helped me a lot.

I took some time to reflect on what happened while I was at the ward, and even after I was discharged, and after a few weeks, I realized that it wasn't entirely my fault, and in fact, it's no big surprise why I did what I did.

the people in the server manipulated me into believing that I could trust them with whatever opinion I had in mind, and then they decided to switch up on me with no warning, triggering me into an episode that led me to do something bad and out of character (because before this I haven't threatened myself since 2023), and then they blamed me for what happened, further worsening my mental state.

If that doesn't sound like reactive abuse, idk what does.

The reason why I say that is because they KNEW I had bpd, I disclosed it to everyone the same day I got diagnosed, and they all acted supportive of it, and then used that to their advantage when I was at my most vulnerable to emotional dysregulation.

Of course, I'm aware that threatening suicide isn't okay regardless, and it's triggering for some people, but at the same time, I couldn't think logically when it happened, so obviously I acted in a way that was unreasonable. I am trying to work on myself a bit more to prevent something like that from happening again, and I'm also taking mood stabilizers to help with the emotional dysregulation.

I'm just extremely frustrated at how stigmatized BPD is, because I feel like what happened was because of the stigma, and what they did just basically contributed to it, and I also feel like some of them were uneducated about bpd, which also contributed to what happened. But overall i'm still shaken from what happened, and I'd rather not be associated with that server anymore.

They did end up banning me after what happened, so in retaliation, I made my own server, which has better security measures and more strict rules regarding ableism and triggering content than the last one. A few of my friends are currently in that server, and I'm planning to publish the official link for it here on Tumblr and on youtube after I post this.

Constructive criticism on this question is welcome, because I want to know if I was in the wrong here, and if so if there are things I can do to improve myself should I be in another situation like this.

All I can say anymore is this: Niko, go fuck yourself. <3

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[reikunrei]

I didn't talk about this at all in my last doctor who post because there was so much else going on that I wanted to touch on, but after @mikesbasementbeets mentioned one of the closing lines of the episode in the tags, I kinda wanted to just talk about it a bit.

So, this is one of the rare episodes of dw where everyone lives at the end, including all of the victims who outright or technically died. Throughout basically the whole show, but especially the early seasons, and especially s1 with the 9th Doctor, there's an incredible emphasis on "we cannot interfere or else everything will fall apart." The episode right before these ("Father's Day") actually tackles this very idea, which I hope to explore sometime in another post. In short, the Doctor doesn't save people. Doing so often results in more harm than good (unless it wasn't meant to happen, but we don't have time to get into that here lol).

However, at the end of this episode, he does something completely different.

He says everybody lives. He sends out a mass of nanogenes, now reprogrammed, toward the gas mask soldiers surrounding the bomb site and they rewrite and "fix" their DNA, making them all normal humans again without the injuries of dead little Jamie. As I showed in the initial post, even Jamie winds up coming back to life, despite the fact that he was already dead when the nanogenes found his body and used him as a blueprint. Realistically, Jamie should still be dead because he wasn't technically "changed" by the nanogenes, simply brought back to life, which the Doctor earlier says is easy.

It's an extremely profound ending to a dw episode, and it's one that sticks with a lot of people.

Now bear with me because I'm sick with a cold as I write this so it might not be very coherent, but in conjunction with all of the other connections/similarities/parallels between these episodes and Stranger Things, this feels startlingly fitting for (at least part of) the conclusion to st.

Throughout all of st, we've seen time and again that knocking things down with violence doesn't really work. It's especially evident in st4 when Nancy, Steve, and Robin flambée Vecna, blast away a few chunks of flesh, and knock him out of the third story of a house. You'd think that would turn him into a pile of smoldering mulch, but it doesn't! Frankly, he gets up and walks away very quickly. We're shown and told time and again that killing outright does not work.

In these dw episodes, they could have tried killing any of the victims to keep them at bay (at one point the Doctor even pick-pockets Jack's sonic blaster so he won't use it on the victims). However, with the nanogenes present, they simply would have been "fixed" again and brought back to life. Much like Vecna, they would've just kept coming back.

And what winds up saving the day in dw? Love and understanding. When Nancy finally admits to Jamie that she's his mother, not his sister, and apologizes for everything that's happened and comes into contact with the nanogenes, it makes them fix their misunderstanding.

A lot of people talk about how Will said "we have to kill him" irt Vecna/One at the end of 4.09. However, again, we've seen that it literally does not work. And along with everything else surrounding the weirdness with identities in st, specifically with the distinctions between Henry/Edward, Vecna, and One (and Brenner) (check out the original post I linked at the top for links to other folk's posts about this), it's not far-fetched at all to assume that untangling the uncertainty left here will be what brings them closer to "saving the day," much closer than anymore fighting ever would.

We spend a lot of these dw episodes being scared of Jamie. Even Nancy is constantly visibly fearful of him and won't go near him, but in the end, she takes him into her arms despite the risk of her becoming infected. They don't brute force the nanogenes into understanding, they don't try to reprogram them, and they don't physically fight them off. They constantly run away, use words, or even sing them to sleep. There is very little violence in these dw episodes, and most of it comes from the victims themselves and is very tame.

Stranger Things, at its core, is about love, and that extends to the (supposed) villains. The way things have been presented thus far are very unreliable, but we have enough information from the show itself (aided by things like TFS and even bits of the VR game) to prove that there's something else going on, and maybe, just like with little Jamie, someone just needs a little bit of helpful truth.

As Joyce Maldonado once said, "Can love defeat fear?"

[lyon-amore]

    I greet the guests arriving at the church. It's a fabulous day. The sky is clear, there's not a breath of wind and my chosen dress looks amazing on me.

    Both my family and Stephan and Jessy's friends.     My cousin is even nervous when he talks to his parents, and his sister tries to stop his monsters from getting into mischief.

    Klaus walks over to me, smiling. We've both helped the couple with the wedding rehearsals and of course he's the best man so I've had to see him quite a bit these past few months. I appreciate him for being a nice guy, but it's been awkward because it was all about weddings.

   “Nervous?’’ he asks me while brushing his hair out of his face with his hand in the manner clearly like a boy in a romance movie would do.

    “It's not my wedding, so I'm fine,” I remind him, keeping my distance. “If I were you, I'd worry more about your friend,’’ I point my thumb at Stephan and he laughs.

    “He thinks he's nervous, but he's actually happy,’’ I let out a small laugh. I don't argue with him on that. “I was thinking you could save me a dance at the party, you know... like old times.’’

    I bite the inside of my cheek, trying not to be rude. He’s one of the reasons I had to box up some things, thinking I was being ridiculous with the things I liked. But in the end I realized that we didn’t fit and… because something was missing when I was with him. Those special moments that never came. Yes, a good guy, but I didn’t feel special and he wasn’t who I was looking for in the end.

    “I'd love to, but―’’

    “I've already asked the princess for the first dance,’’ Phil comes over and puts his arm around my shoulders, “sorry man, she's already taken.’’

    I step on him with my heel when saying those last words. What do you mean taken’? What am I? A fish now?

    “Oh! I didn't know you were dating Phil,’’ he lets out a nervous laugh and slowly walks away, “well, see you later.’’

    When Klaus walks away, I look at Phil with a slight bow, while crossing my arms.

    “And my thanks for getting rid of him, princess?’’ he asks me with open arms “At least a kiss.’’

    “I only accept that attitude from a man, and he is not you,’’ I answer with a sigh “What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be with Jessy?’’

   “They are fixing her makeup,’’ he points with his head to the end of the street “, she started crying with happiness and the girls started fixing her, so I preferred to wait for her to come here.’’

    “The brother of the year.’’

    “I know,’’ he looks me up and down and smiles mischievously. “The dress suits you well. But do you know where it would be better?’’

    “Surprise me,’’ I say sarcastically.

    “Tonight, after the party,’’ he places his hand on my waist, pulling me closer to him. I look at his hand while frowning, “we can have our first night too. What do you think, princess?’’

    “Well… The truth is that I don't―’’

    I then feel a strange electric current throughout my body. I feel as if someone is watching me.

    I turn around and see a man dressed in black, with his hood up, at the end of the street. I can't see his face very well because of the hood, it shadows his features.     But something about him… Strange. He's kind of familiar.     I apologize to Phil and walk over to Stephan, interrupting the conversation.

    “Do you know who he is?’’ I ask him, looking discreetly while playing with my earrings, to hide the fact that I'm pointing at him.

    Stephan looks at him and shakes his head, although he makes a small nod for a second.

    “Uh… I have no idea,’’ he shrugs his shoulders, “Maybe he's just coming to mass?’’

    I look at him again. My curiosity about him is growing.

    “I'm going to ask him,’’ I finally say.

    “Macie! Not everything has to be… bad…’’

    I hear him let out a sigh as I move away from him, to approach the stranger.

    I see that the closer I get to him, the more nervous he gets, even taking out his cell phone as if to pretend to do something else.     When I'm in front of him, I notice his green eyes. His look is tired, and from time to time he looks at me surreptitiously, as if he thinks he's pretending to be invisible by ignoring me.     I can see his hair is a little long, on his neck. He even seems a little unkempt, but something about him makes him attractive. Or maybe it's because he has something that attracts me?

   “Hi,’’ I greet with a smile. Oddly enough, it makes me feel more comfortable to be next to him than next to Phil or Klaus. “Are you here on behalf of the groom or the bride?’’

    He blinks in confusion; I even notice how his face turns red.     I wait a little. Something��� There is something that seems familiar, it is as if I have seen him before.     I wait for him to answer, but he looks away shyly.

    “Oh, no…’’ I bring my hands to my face, embarrassed.“Damn, I should have learned to speak in sign language, how embarrassing… Maybe he don't―’’

    “I am not… here on behalf of either of them,’’ I freeze when I hear his deep voice. It seems as if it even costs him to do so. “I am here for mass…’’

    I lower my hands, slowly. I'm still looking at him like a hypnotized fool.

    “Okay,’’ I nod slowly, “ it's just that since I'm greeting the guests, I wanted to make sure you're coming to the wedding.’’

    The boy looks at himself from head to toe, then looks at me.

    “Am I dressed appropriately for a wedding?’’ He arches an eyebrow and smiles. A beautiful smile that makes me feel my cheeks burn. I hope that thanks to the makeup my blush isn't noticeable, how embarrassing. “With a sweatshirt and jeans?’’

    “I don't judge,’’ I raise my hands so as not to be critical of each other's clothes, “it's just that you've caught my attention. Do we know each other?’’

    He looks away, almost sadly.

    “No I do not think so…”

    It's then that something crosses my mind, but it can't be true, right? I mean… he decided to walk away.     I open my mouth to ask him, but it is at that moment that they tell us to enter.

    “You should not stay out here,” he tells me and I look at him, “the others are going to be waiting for you.” His voice sounds pleasant to the ear, soft.

    A pleasant sensation runs through my body when I look at him.     He passes by me and I'm completely on fire when I feel our hands brush against each other. Noticing the electricity I had felt when I saw him.     I breathe a little heavily, trying to come back to reality.

    I look for the boy when I sit down. He is sitting on the end benches, alone. I raise my hand and wave at him, which makes him pull his hood further up in embarrassment.     I avoid letting out a laugh, looking adorable.

✴.·´¯`·.·★·.·`¯´·.✴

    Everyone at the party dances and laughs. The night is now for those who want to continue dancing.     I dance with my friends, I am grateful that thanks to Stephan I have met them, he really has a group of incredible friends. 

    I then decide to go out for some fresh air, feeling the cold of the night sink into my bones. And with a feeling of emptiness. Yes, I laugh, we make jokes, we dance, but something is missing. I've been like this for two years, I have to admit, when everything returned to normal. Or at least what is normal for me.     Of course I'm happy for Stephan, he's finally managed to find someone he can complement himself with.     But I also thought I had it years ago. We didn't share many conversations because Jake and my cousin were mostly busy finding Hannah, but from what I was able to talk to him, he made me feel like he was someone special. The same feeling I had when I saw that man.

    I hear the notification sound from my bag and take out my cell phone. My heart races when I see the message. ------------------------

Jake Hello Macie. ------------------------

I bite my lip as I smile. It's almost as if my thoughts have connected with him. --------------------------

Macie Wow, long time no see Jake! 😄 I already thought that an alternative universe had taken you through a portal

Jake Haha. No, that has not happened :) I am sorry. These last few years have been complicated and I have not been able to contact anyone.

Macie Oh really? A lot of work?

Jake Something like that.

Macie Stephan has married Jessy It’s a shame you couldn’t see him, he would have been happy for you to be here 🥺

Jake I know. --------------------------

    I notice how little by little I'm starting to get angry. So he knew that? Did he know he were going to get married?     I want to think that maybe he knows it from social media, but knowing Stephan and Jake so well and their mutual secrets, I'm sure that's not the case. --------------------------

Macie Oh… Don’t tell me that you have been in contact without me knowing it 😑

Jake Does it help if I say I'm sorry again?

Macie Jake… So this is what you do? You appear in chat to tell me that you have been in communication these years And I thought I was your friend too...

Jake It is not like it is been that long.

Macie Two years for me has been a long time… And even more so when I have only wanted to talk to you all this time and know why you decided to stay away from us… Or rather now after finding out about me… 😔

Jake I did not mean to walk away, but it was necessary. My life was complicated enough before to get close to you. --------------------------

    Knowing that Jake has never told me anything about his life, I alone have had to make my theories, and it's not like Stephan told me everything. So I just have a fear of this whole thing as to why he never wanted to open up to me more. --------------------------

Macie Is this when you tell me you were married? 😒

Jake No, that’s not what I was going to say :) But I am trying to get my life together a little bit now and it is not easy. And the first thing I wanted to do was see you.

Macie See me? What do you mean?

Jake The dress you are wearing… That color looks perfect on you.

Macie You… YOU ARE JUST AS TERRIBLE AS PHIL!

Jake Macie, wait a little before you compare me to him.

Macie No, you are not worse than him You are worse than IT Worse than Freddy Krueger Worse than the demon from Insidious

Jake I guess I deserve those titles. But can I talk now? If you allow me, of course.

Macie …. You have my permission…

Jake :) Let me say that for today they let me go out and I wanted to be able to go see my friend’s wedding. And of course, also to you.

Macie That man… Wasn't it easier to tell me it was you? 🙁

Jake I did not dare to do it because I was ashamed. I thought I would scare you if I showed up myself to you.

Macie Of course I wouldn’t do it! It’s more! I would be happy! --------------------------

    I write that he was someone special to me when I met him, but I delete it, I think it would be going too far and we have hardly had an interaction deep enough to write that to him.

    “That I would be scared of you?”I ask the air. “Rather it would be the other way around, you would be the scare of me.”

    “Was I really special?” I hear behind me, making me jump in place.

    I turn around and see him with a smile that makes me melt. But that doesn't change the fact that I'm embarrassed that he read it.

    “You know? You should wear a bell like cats,” I put the phone away and he laughs.

    “Bells are not good for cats, they can make them deaf,” he responds while unzipping the zipper of his sweatshirt.

    Unexpectedly, he places it on my shoulders. I try not to let my stupid face show as I notice how warm it is thanks to his body temperature. And worst of all, I can't tell that I'm noticing the aroma it gives off. I am going crazy.

    “I didn't know because I don't have a cat,” I put on my sweatshirt better, passing my arms through the sleeves, “I have a—”

    “Rabbit, I know,” I raise an eyebrow, curious about his words. “Let us say... When Stephan also brought you into the matter, I also investigated whether you were trustworthy.”

    “Oh…” I raise my eyebrows, nodding. “Yeah, I guess I would have done the same thing too.”

    We both let out a laugh. I guess we're not that different than I thought when it comes to research.

    We stayed for a while looking at each other. The silence is really pleasant, not uncomfortable at all. Simply by looking into his eyes, it is as if I connected with him.

    “You should come in and say hello to Stephan," I raise my hand, pointing to the restaurant, “I'm sure he would be excited—” I see from his expression that it's changing to one of feeling guilty, “You have already saw each other…”

    “This morning I went to his house to thank him for everything he did for me in person, that is why I was at church, he wanted me to be a guest." He scratches the back of his neck, nervous, “I did not think you would catch me so quickly when I arrived.”

    “I just turned around, nothing more,” I lie to him, just so as not to tell him that I had actually noticed something strange. Someone like him might treat me like a crazy person. “But I'm glad to finally meet my friend, it really has been a surprise.”

    Still not erasing the smile, he slowly raises his hand to my face, brushing my hair away from my face.

    "I would never be scared of your attitude, Macie, I actually like it." His words make my breath stop while he slowly lowers his hand down my face. 

    It's incredible how much self-control I have, because I think I would have already started kissing him. And no matter how much he says he wouldn't be scared, I think he would. How could he not be scared of a woman who is totally crazy about this moment right now?     I swallow saliva as I feel a shiver run through my body, but not from the cold, but from wanting to do something else.     I open my mouth to want to buy him at least a drink at the bar-restaurant, so I can talk a little more, but he is the one who speaks first.

   "I have to go now," he withdraws his hand quickly, and I see how he clenches it into a fist, annoyed, "they are waiting for me," I nod slowly and he sighs. “Take care, Macie.”

    When he goes to turn, I stop him. He looks first at my hand, then at me.

    “When... When can we see each other again?”I ask still without letting go. I'm holding on with the fear of never seeing him again.

    “I am not sure,” I can see the sadness in his eyes before looking away, “I do not even know if I will come back...”

    "Then... Tell me when you've finished that important work and I'll come look for you."

    He looks at me and shakes his head, slowly caressing my cheek. Again... This time he is going to notice the heat I feel at his touch.

    “Something better: I will go look for you,” I avoid falling in love with him by speaking in a solemn way, as if it were a promise. He approaches my face and I close my eyes. However, it is not a kiss. But a light whisper “Until we meet again.”

    I try not to fall when I feel his breath on my ear, to see him finally move away from me. I want to shout to him that I will be waiting for him, that no matter how long he is away, I will wait for his return. But the words don't come out. I have a lump in my throat with the fear that this would be the last time I will see him.

    When I see that he has disappeared, I grab the sweatshirt and put it to my nose, trying to maintain at all times that he has been here with me, that it was not a dream and that I have talked to him. The aroma of his sweatshirt comforts me and makes me feel that the moment was real.     My phone rings again and I blush when I read his message. --------------------------

Jake If you like the smell of fabric softener so much, I can always tell you the brand ;) --------------------------

    I look everywhere, hoping to see him somewhere. But I can't find him. Maybe he was camouflaged in the dark as he was leaving and has seen me doing this act. --------------------------

Macie Very funny… 😤​ And it’s wrong to spy that way, it’s pretty creepy

Jake I just wanted to look at you. For one last time. --------------------------

    I put a hand to my heart, feeling strong pain as I read his words. --------------------------

Macie Do you really have to go, Jake? Can't you stay at least for tonight?

(Send Error) --------------------------

    I let out a sigh when I see that our connection has already been lost. I put my phone away and go back into the restaurant.

    I'm so distracted by the moment I've had with Jake that I'm surprised when a bouquet collides with my body and I catch it almost clumsily.

   “What the—”

    “The next wedding will be Macie's!” I hear Jessy scream and I see all the girls look at me with envy, when I didn't even have the intention of picking it up.

    It's then that I remember Jake's words, that he's coming to get me, his 'until we meet again.' A few small tears of happiness escape me, along with a laugh.     I smell the bouquet and all those promises, I keep them in my heart, waiting for that day to truly return. 

[sensei-venus]

Omg! Please! As soon as Lawrence!Reader is strapped down on the car, Robby and Miguel think they're in the clear, but then she starts babbling on about how God knows what!

Bonus points if it's shit neither of them want to hear nor should know about lol

- and anxious gemini bound to get her wisdom teeth out

(Unedited) (Blood,Spit, Lawrence!Reader donky-konging Miguel and Robby in the dentist parking lot because she can, Miguel regrets trying to help, Robby wants to escape his violent sister for once.) ( @gemini-sensei )

“I hate you the mostttt- you and your fucking lush baby curls.” Reader said though a full mouth of cotton balls.

Her hands where stuck under her ass in the seat in hopes of keeping them to herself for the ride. Robby actually grimaced as he watched his sister from the front seat. It took over twenty minutes to even get her into the van and another ten to actually get her strapped in. The whole time she tried to drag them into the van and slam them against the hard plastic of the walls. She was able to smash Robby’s face into a window and then body slam Miguel into one of the back seats, knocking the air out of him.

Getting the Lawrence girl into a car after having her wisdom teeth removed seemed to be almost impossible.

Even with the help of Miguel it was still a challenge.

Miguel being called to help was a long shot. Bring Hawk would have been a nightmare, Demetri would probably never shut up, and Sam would be to worried. None of them would have been able to help try and corner the girl. She was still very loopy from the mass amount of drugs the dentist pumped into her. That did nothing to stop her from having her usual violent outbursts. If anything it only made her more unpredictable. Honestly it was scaring the hell out of Robby. And she was his sister at that.

Miguel was the only choice he really had.

Robby tried his best to ignore the gross red blood tinted drool that threatened to escape her lip. She looked at him but he couldn’t tell if she was looking at him or though him.

“Don’t you fucking dare-“ was all he was able to get out before Reader blew a fat bloody spit bubble his way. Miguel sat in the passenger seat in pure disgust. Watching the girl blow blood at them out of spite was one of the grossest things he had ever seen. He could handle a little bit of blood, but this was just nasty.

“You let them fucking steal my teeth you assholes. I’m going to steal your teeth.” She slurred before looking out the window. Her eyes glazed over , still loopy from the laughing gas and pain meds the dentist had given her. All of them jay sat in silence. The only sound was the ac going in the car.

Miguel slumped in the seat, slinging down in a heap. His eyes slowly moved to look over at Robby “Who thought this was a good idea? Letting you of all people take her home after getting her wisdom teeth take out.” Robby basically growls out “You already know who. Johnny didn’t want to do it because he didn’t want to hear her whining after the meds slowly started to seep out of her system!” Miguel slowly turned his head. His eyes locking with the dirty blonde.

His eye twitched a little in annoyance “Have you meet your sister? She’s a fucking hardass who likes picking fights. You thought she was going to be quiet after they got her high off her ass on pain killers?? Her teeth are gone dude. You think she’s happy.” Reader kicked at the back of Robby’s seat, soon turning to Miguel’s to do the same thing.

“Pay attention to me!!!” Reader whined from the back seat. Her hands still stuck under her butt as she looked at the two boys. Soon her eyes started to well up with tears. Both boys looked at each other for a split second. That was all it took before Reader was crying in the back seat, fat tears rolling down her chubby cheeks and red spit spilling down her chin. It dripped onto her thick thighs and stained her pants. Her chest hiccups with sobs as the minutes tick by.

Both guys freeze up as the violent and shit talking girl they know crys. Not even Robby can remember the last time he witnessed his sister cry over something. Maybe when they where kids as she fell at the skate park. Scraping her knee so bad it scared over.

Miguel wanted to hide away and get as far as possible. Reader crying was not on his too do list what so ever. Her crying had to be some kind of bad sign of some kind. He looked to Robby for some kind of plan.

“Hey it’s ok, why don’t we go get some ice cream? You always like ice cream, and it might make you feel a little better.” Robby says in hopes of calming her down.

“What if I call Tory and ask her if she wants to come over and play some video games with you? You love it when Tory comes over to hang out. I bet she would love to come over today.” Miguel thinks on his feet.

Reader slowly starts to calm down. Her heavy sobs start to slow but her lips still tremble. Eyes puffy and hot form the salty tears. Cheeks hot and flustered. Robby quickly grabs a hand full of napkins from the glove box. With them in hand he reaches back and gently wipes the mix of drool and bloody spit from his sisters face. She doesn’t do much and just lets him.

“Ok…” she says in a defeated tone of voice. Big eyes find their way to her brothers.

“Can Tory come for ice cream too?? Please??” She whimpers as she falls back into her seat. Slumping back and finally showing some sign of defeat.

In a instant relief fills Miguel and Robby.

Thank fucking god for Tory and ice cream.

[skz-stay13]

Hocus Pocus Stray Kids X Female Reader (Halloween Special)

Chapter 1: Just a Bunch of Hocus Pocus

Non-Idol! Stray Kids X Female Reader

Established Poly-relationship

Requested: No

Genre: I Don't Even Know (If you have any idea, let me know)

Summary: Basically, the plot of the 1993 Disney movie Hocus Pocus. But for those uncultured people who haven't seen it (JK I love y'all even if you haven't seen it)... After moving to Salem, Mass. Stray Kids explore an abandoned house with their girlfriend Y/N After dismissing a story Y/N tells as superstitious, Stray Kids accidentally free a coven of evil witches who used to live in the house. Now, with the help of a magical cat, the kids must steal the witches' book of spells to stop them from becoming immortal.

AN: So I originally planned to make this a one shot but I think I'm going to make this a series instead.

329 years ago... ( October 31st, 1693)

A loud sudden gust of wind and the noise of spooked livestock woke Thackery Binx from his bed. He turned to his left to check on his little sister, Emily Binx, who was no longer in her bed. He quickly gets dressed and exits the house to search for his sister.

A strange song can be heard in the background, but Thackery ignores it as he asks his neighbor Elijah about his sister's whereabouts, "Elijah! Elijah, Has Thee seen my sister, Emily?" "Nay, but look they conjure" Elijah replies pointing to the woods where purple smoke can be seen in the sky. "Oh God! The woods!!" Thackery exclaims as he and Elijah run down the road to get a better look. They see Emily following a witch into the woods, giggling. Thackery calls out to his sister, but she fails to hear him. "She's done for!" Elijah says only to be cut off by Thackery, "Not Yet! Wake my father! Summon the elders!! Go!"

Thackery shoves Elijah before he takes off into the woods, calling after Emily. As he runs, he fails to see the steep hill he's atop and falls all the way down, panting and groaning. As he collects himself, he looks up to see his sister follow the witch into a cottage where two other witches are waiting with a boiling cauldron of purple liquid.

Thackery sneaks up to the cottage and peaks through a window to see the three witches gather around his sister like hungry wolves. His sister catches a glance of him and her eyes widen raising the witches' suspicion. The eldest witch, Winifred Sanderson, looks out the window while the other two, Mary and Sarah Sanderson, go outside to look for the cause of the surprised expression on the child's face. Seeing nothing, Winifred sighs and says before shutting the window, "Oh look. Another glorious morning. It makes me sick!" She turns her back to the window calling for her sisters before commenting, "Must have been an imp"

Winifred walks over to her spellbook and talks to the oddly living book, "My darling! My little book." She carresses the book as she continues to speak, "We must continue with our spell now that our little guest of honor has arrived. Mary!" She gestures her younger sister to stir the cauldron resulting in some bickering that the youngest of the three, Sarah, was not helping. Only for Winifred to point out that Sarah had done her job already.

The book opens itself to the page that contains the recipe for the potion the witches are brewing. Winifred reads the recipe as Mary brews, "Bring to a full rolling boil. Add two drops oil of boil. Mix blood of owl with the herb that's red. Turn three times, pluck a hair from thy head. Add a dash of pox and a dead man's toe" As they brew Thackery sneaks into the cottage by climbing the water wheel and entering the second floor window. After adding the dead man's toe, Sarah and Mary start to mess around causing Winifred to scold the two "Will you two stop that! I need to concentrate."

"Sisters! Gather 'round. One thing more and all is done. Add a bit of thine own tongue" Winifred says as she and her sisters spit into the cauldron causing the liquid in the cauldron to turn green meaning the potion has successfully been brewed. "Tis ready for tasting! One drop of this and her life will be mine. I mean, ours" Winifred said as she gathered a bit of the potion into a spoon before turning to Emily, "Alright girl open up your mouth" Thackery stands up making himself known in an attempt to save his sister, "No!!!" he screams jumping down onto the floor to stop the witches.

"Get him you fools!" Winifred shouts at her sisters. They circle around the cauldron until Thackery decides to empty the potion onto the floor and use the empty cauldron to knock the other two witches to the floor. "Emily!!" he calls as he runs towards her, but Winifred uses her power to zap Thackery, causing him to fall to the floor in pain.

As the two get up from the floor, Mary notices that Emily, who had drank a bit of the potion before her brother intervened, was surrounded by a feint light. "Winnie, look." Mary said cheerfully. Winifred smiled, "Sisters prepare thyselves. Tis her life force. The potion works. Take my hands we will share her"

The three sisters stalk towards the child and inhale her life force leaving, Emily Binx dead slumped over in the chair. Thackery brings himself to his feet as the sisters revel in their newfound youthful appearance that has been gained by inhaling Emily's life force.

Winifred turns to Thackery and grits out, "Let's brew another batch!"

"You hag! There are not enough children in the world to make thee young and beautiful." Thackery says insulting Winifred. She and her sisters decide to punish him and look through the spell book for options, eventually settling on one. "His punishment shall not be to die but to live forever with his guilt" The three begin to chant a spell turning Thackery into a black cat.

Too late to save anyone, a mob arrives at the Sandersons’ door, and they capture the sisters to hang them in the town square. Thackery's father interrigates the sisters before the hanging about the fate of his son which the sisters laugh and say, "I don't know cats got my tongue"

Before the sisters die, however, they sing a song and cast a curse, making it so that it is possible for them to return to their sacred city one day. "Fools! All of you! my ungodly book speaks to you. On All Hallows' Eve when the moon is round, a virgin will summon us from under the ground!! Ohho! We shall be back and all the lives of all the children shall be mine." Winifred cackles before Thackery's father orders them to be hung.

Present Day... (October 31st, 2022)

The nine lovers sat around the fireplace listening to each other tell scary Halloween stories to the group having a competition to see who could scare each other the most. "C’mon, y/n, you're not scared of the Sanderson sisters, are you?” Minho teased their girlfriend softly. She scoffed even though she had buried herself in Changbin's strong arms, "No, it's just that story is creepy. I mean, who curses a boy to be alive forever"

The others laughed before Hyunjin spoke up, "It's not that scary. why don't we go to the old Sanderson house and see if the cat is still there?" "I don't know, Jinnie. Are you sure that's a good idea?" Y/n asked. The others tried to encourage her to go with them. Chan wrapped his arms around y/n, "Don't worry, baby girl, I'll protect you."

Y/n reluctantly agreed to go with her boyfriends to the witches' house. They all slid on their coats before they said goodbye to y/n's parents and left the house. As they walked, Seungmin told them random facts about the Sanderson Sisters. "Legend says that the bones of a hundred children are buried underneath these walls," Seungmin says. Y/N and Felix shivered, holding onto each other. "You're not making this any better, Minnie." y/n said quietly as she held onto Felix's hand and one of Chan's arms.

They laughed softly as they entered the old house that had once been a museum but ultimately was closed because of the spooky things that had happened there. Jisung flicked on the light switch turning on all the lights. "Woah, this looks so cool" Jeongin said as they looked around

Seungmin and Minho took turns telling the group about the witches. "This is the spell book of Winifred Sanderson. The book is bound in human skin and contains the recipes for some of her most powerful and evil spells," Minho said. "We get the picture," Changbin said softly.

"What's that?" Felix asked, pointing to a candle standing in the corner. ""That's the black flame candle," Seungmin said. Hyunjin walked over to it, "Black flame candle, made from the fat of a hangman. Legend says it will raise the spirits of the dead when lit by a virgin on Halloween night." Hyunjin chuckles, "So why don't we light the sucker and meet the old hags?" Y/N instantly shook her head, "Let's not and say we did."

Hyunjin goes to light it when Thackery Binx jumps onto him trying to prevent him from doing so. Hyunjin screams as he falls to the floor, "Stupid cat!" He stands up after prying Thackery off of him. "Okay Hyune, you've had your fun. It's time to go" Jisung says softly. "He's right it's time to go" Chan agrees. "Oh come on it's just a bunch of hocus pocus" Hyunjin says with a scoff shaking his head. "Jinnie I'm not kidding this time it's time to go," Y/n said taking Chan's hand in hers.

Hyunjin shook his head and lit the candle with his lighter, "JIN NO!" Felix said loudly. Y/n gasps as all the lights go out, the wind blew heavily, and the ground started shaking. Chan pulled her close as they looked at Hyunjin, "Looks like a virgin lit the candle."

[loveroftoomanyfandoms]

Angel of God, My Guardian Dear Chapter 14: Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+, MINORS DNI)

Pairing: Matt Murdock x F!Reader

Story Summary: While speaking at a local school for visually impaired youth, Matt runs into his childhood best friend, with whom he lost touch almost 20 years prior.

Warnings/Tags: Bit of innuendo but nothing really for this chapter.

Word Count: 3k

A/N: Matt was upset with me for a while because he felt like I was neglecting him for Michael Kinsella, but luckily he's forgiven me so I have the next 4 chapters already written!

Hope you all enjoy this new chapter and what's coming soon!

Y/N took a deep breath as she stood outside of Clinton Church. She was meeting with Sister Maggie and was actually more nervous than she had been during her first visit with Matt a month ago. 

While she knew that Sister Bernadette had single-handedly orchestrated her and Matt's forced separation, she had no idea if Sister Maggie eventually knew about it or if she had spent the past 20 years thinking that Y/N had never bothered to write to Matt. Well, I'll never find out by just standing out here.

She walked up the steps and headed down the sidewalk to the small activity center where Sister Maggie had asked to meet, then took another deep breath before going inside. 

Sister Maggie smiled as she spotted Y/N. "Y/N, hi."

Y/N walked over to her. "Hi, Sister Maggie."

Sister Maggie gave Y/N a warm hug. "How are you?"

Y/N couldn't help but smile despite her nervousness. "I'm good. Really good."

Sister Maggie smiled. "I'm glad to hear that. Have a seat and I'll get you some coffee."

"Thanks." Y/N sat at a nearby table. "Sorry I took so long to come visit. Between work stuff and trying to spend as much time with Matt as possible things have been pretty busy."

Sister Maggie nodded. "That's quite alright, my dear."

She began to fiddle with the coffee machine. "So how is Matthew? I don't get to speak to him very often."

Y/N studied Sister Maggie. While Matt definitely did favor his father -- Y/N hadn't been kidding when she had told him that the Murdock genes were strong -- if Y/N looked closely enough, she could see traces of Matt's mother in him too. "He's fine. We actually just got back from visiting my aunt in Florida a couple of days ago."

"Oh, that sounds lovely. Did you have a nice trip?"

"Yeah, it was my aunt's birthday weekend so we all went out for dinner with a bunch of her friends on Saturday, then Matt and I went to the beach after Mass on Sunday while my aunt hosted her pokeno group." Y/N's face heated as she thought about what had occurred after their trip to Islamorada.

"Well that's good." Sister Maggie set a cup of coffee next to Y/N along with some cream and sugar. "You know, I have to admit that I was surprised when Matthew told me that he hadn't spoken to you since you had left St. Agnes."

Y/N winced. Getting straight to the point, I see.  "I tried to keep in contact with Matt after I moved -- I wrote to him for over a year, but Sister Bernadette keep returning my letters before Matt could get them and she had also made sure that my aunt wouldn't allow us to visit each other by convincing her that Matt's and my relationship was… well, less platonic than it actually was back then and that we should be separated quote-unquote 'before he ruined my life'. By the time I found out the truth it was too late -- Matt had already left for college and I had no way of trying to reach him since I didn't know where he had gone." 

She huffed out a breath. "Matt was -- no, is -- the best thing to ever happen to me and I would never have broken his heart like that on purpose."

Sister Maggie nodded. "I know you wouldn't. So, I take it your aunt approves of the relationship now, then?"

Y/N nodded with a smile. "Oh, yeah, Matt said that they talked things out on Monday before we left and that Aunt Ruth apologized to him for believing Sister Bernadette and misjudging him because of it."

Sister Maggie shook her head. "Had I known what Sister Bernadette was plotting I would have spoken to your aunt myself and set the record straight."

She gave Y/N's hand a squeeze. "I could tell from the moment you walked up to Matthew that first day that you two would share something truly special."

Y/N let out a light laugh. "Had me pegged as your possible future daughter-in-law from the beginning, huh?"

Sister Maggie nodded with a small smile. "You have always been like a daughter to me, Y/N, even before you met Matthew, but the moment you took Matthew's hand and said that you would be his friend I knew that you would wind up being someone very important in his life."

She stood. "Actually, I have something to show you. Just a moment."

Y/N waited as Sister Maggie left then returned a few minutes later with a book in her hands.

Sister Maggie handed it to her. "I thought you might like to have this."

Y/N gasped softly as she opened it. It wasn't a book -- it was a photo album full of pictures of herself and Matt over the years they had spent together, from candid photos of them playing and reading together to posed photos of them and the other children who lived at St. Agnes.

She lovingly caressed a picture of her and Matt as teenagers. They were outside in the courtyard at St. Agnes, Y/N's head tilted down towards whatever book they had been reading at the time while Matt's attention was focused on her, a look of absolute adoration on his face. "I never knew he looked at me like that back then."

Sister Maggie gave her a soft smile. "Matthew was so focused on you that I don't think he even knew I was there."

Y/N sighed. "I missed him so much, Sister Maggie. I tried to move on after I realized that I'd probably never see him again, but I never really could, I -- it's always been him. He's it for me."

Sister Maggie shook her head with a soft smile. "Matthew said the same thing about you -- that you were not only his best friend but also his one true love, and no matter how hard he had tried to move on after you left, no one else compared."

Y/N sniffled, her eyes tearing up as the pain of losing Matt for so long hit her all over. "I had asked God for him, you know, a few days before he came to St. Agnes. I prayed and asked God to send me a friend, but I didn't ask for just any friend -- I wanted a best friend, someone He had made just for me, unlike anyone else I had ever met."

Sister Maggie's smile grew wider. "And then Matthew showed up."

Y/N nodded. "I knew immediately that he was the answer to my prayers."

Sister Maggie huffed out a light laugh. "Then it seems like God answered both of our prayers. After Matthew's father died and it was decided that he would come live at St. Agnes, I prayed that he would find solace during his time of grief, solace that I knew I had no right to try to give him. I was so grateful when you offered to be his friend, because I knew then that he would always have someone who would be there for him."

She took Y/N's hand once again. "Thank you for loving my son. "

Y/N nodded. "I do. Very much so."

"And he loves you too." Sister Maggie gave her hand a gentle squeeze. "I want you to know that when the time comes I will be honored to have you as my daughter-in-law."

Y/N leaned over and gave Sister Maggie a hug. "Thank you."

Two hours later, Y/N left Clinton Church well-caffeinated and with a happy smile on her face. 

Sister Maggie sat back and cleared her throat.  "Okay, now, tell me more about what life in Florida was like…"

She and Sister Maggie had talked and reminisced over several cups of coffee, laughing about some of the antics Y/N and Matt had gotten up to as children and confiding in each other about their worry for Matt while he was out Daredeviling at night.

Y/N was about to order an Uber to take her home when her phone rang.

She grinned at the caller ID and answered it. "Hey, Matty."

"Hi, angel," Matt's smooth voice sounded over the line. "Are you in the neighborhood?"

Y/N huffed out a light laugh as she glanced back at Clinton Church. "Actually, yeah, I'm just leaving from a visit with Sister Maggie. How did you know?"

Matt was quiet for a moment. "I'm at my, uh, my 'other' job and thought I picked up your heartbeat."

Y/N's heart fluttered. "Oh, okay. Yeah, I decided to drop by for a visit after work today and stayed a lot longer than I originally expected."

Matt hummed. "I was thinking about making one more round then calling it an early night if you wanted to come over?"

Y/N grinned. "I'd love to."

"Okay, great. There's a spare key under the mat, so you can just let yourself in and make yourself comfortable. I shouldn't be too long after you."

"Okay. See you soon."

"Love you."

Y/N grinned. "Love you too."

She hung up and headed towards Matt's apartment, letting herself in with the spare key.

She hung the key on the key rack next to the door before putting her purse away, then went to Matt's refrigerator.

She had just poured herself a glass of wine and was putting the bottle back when she heard the door to the roof open and Matt's footsteps descend the stairs. "Matty, sweetheart, do you want something to--"

Her mouth went dry as she turned around. "--Drink."

Seeing photos and video footage of Matt in his Daredevil suit was nothing compared to seeing him wearing it in person. Holy shit.

She swallowed. "Uh--"

Matt's head tilted slightly, a small smirk appearing on his face. "Hello, angel," he said in a low, gravelly voice.

Y/N sucked in a breath. If that's what he looks and sounds like while intimidating criminals every night, I might consider turning to a life of crime. "Hnng--"

Matt slowly stalked towards her, his smirk growing wider. "Like what you see?"

"Mm--" Y/N cleared her throat. "Mmhmm."

She reached out to touch Matt's suit as he stopped in front of her, her fingertips brushing across the material. "I uh, I just realized I've never actually seen you in this."

Matt took his helmet off and set it on the kitchen island, then wrapped his arms around her with a grin. "Well if I had known  that I'd get this kind of reaction out of you I'd have worn it around you sooner."

Y/N huffed out a laugh then brushed some stray hair from Matt's face. "Well if I'd have known you'd be even hotter in it in person than in the photos and video I've seen, I'd have asked you to wear it around me sooner."

She leaned up to press a kiss to his lips. "I'm sure you want to change into something more comfortable though."

Matt nodded. "Yeah, I'm gonna go take a quick shower if you don't mind."

"'Kay. Hungry? I can make us something to eat."

Matt gave Y/N another kiss. "Actually how about takeout tonight? More cuddle time."

Y/N huffed out a light laugh. "Sounds good to me. What are you in the mood for?"

Matt grinned. "Well, if you have to ask…"

Y/N playfully rolled her eyes. "To eat, Matthew."

Matt's grin grew wider. "Yes???"

Y/N swatted his arm. "I mean food!"

Matt chuckled. "How about sushi from that place you love so much? Our usual order plus whatever else you might be in the mood for is fine with me."

Y/N nodded and pulled her phone out of her pocket. "Okay, yeah, that sounds good."

"My wallet is in the island drawer, just grab my bank card out of it to pay for dinner."

"Okay." Y/N watched as Matt picked up his helmet and headed towards his bedroom.

She let out a whistle. "Be sure to thank whoever made your suit for me, Matty, because your ass looks fantastic in it."

Matt chuckled. "I'll be sure to let them know."

Y/N quickly placed their order for dinner while Matt went to go shower before grabbing her glass of wine and heading towards Matt's living room. "Dinner's gonna be about 20 minutes," she called out.

"Okay," Matt called back from the shower. "I'll be out in a bit."

Y/N sat on Matt's sofa and pulled her phone out again.

She glanced towards the bathroom before pulling up Google. Apartments for rent or sale, Hell's Kitchen, NY, she typed.

She pulled up the first search result. She'd have to discuss a budget with Matt, of course, but she wanted to see what sort of apartments were available and how much something like what they were looking for would cost.

Her salary as an experienced librarian wasn't terrible and she knew Matt at least made enough money to keep the firm afloat and to be able to afford to eat, so she figured that between the two of them they should've at least been able to afford rent on a big enough place to raise a couple of kids. 

She was scrolling through possible listings when Matt came out of his bathroom, clad in the gray sweatpants that would be the death of Y/N and a black t-shirt.

He sat next to Y/N on the couch, rubbing his wet hair with a towel. "Whatcha doing?"

Y/N set her phone down on the coffee table. "Looking at real estate listings."

"Mmm." Matt wrapped an arm around her. "Find anything?"

Y/N shook her head as she cuddled against him. "Just getting a feel for what's out there and how much we'd be looking at in rent."

Matt was quiet for a moment. "What do you think about buying a place instead of renting? I mean, we are looking for a forever home, right?"

Y/N shrugged. "I'm not opposed to buying a place at all if we can afford it. We can come up with a budget and a list of wants and must-haves then go from there."

Matt nodded. "How about this weekend? You can come over Friday night and we can spend Saturday working on all that and start looking for places that fit our criteria."

He took a deep breath and pulled a small, plain square box out of his pocket. "And maybe you can use this to let yourself in."

Y/N took the box and opened it to reveal a shiny new key attached to a keychain in the shape of an angel.

She looked up at Matt, a smile spreading over her face. "Matty…"

Matt shyly smiled back at her. "I thought you'd like to have your own key to my apartment."

Y/N threw her arms around Matt in a hug, then gave him a kiss. "I love you, you know that?"

Matt grinned. "I love you too, angel."

Y/N examined the keychain. "This keychain is beautiful, by the way."

Matt smiled. "I got the clerk at the hardware store to help me pick it out while I was getting your key made. They had a couple of different ones, but that one felt the best."

Y/N nodded. "I love it. I'll get a key for my place made for you tomorrow after work, okay?"

Matt shook his head, a slightly guilty look crossing his face. "You don't have to give me a key to your apartment just because I--"

Y/N grabbed his hand. "Hey… Hey no, I want to. I know we spend more time here than at my place since it's bigger and more accessible for you, but I love you and I want you to have equal access to my apartment as well."

Matt nodded and gave her hand a squeeze. "Okay then. Thank you."

Y/N leaned up for a kiss. "So is this a hint that you want me to come over more frequently or is it more of an 'in case of emergency' key?"

Matt bit his lip. "Both? I mean, yeah, it's good for you to have a key in case of an emergency, but I definitely wouldn't mind coming home to find you waiting for me here in my apartment more often."

Y/N hummed. "Would that also mean I'd get to see you in your Daredevil suit again?"

Matt shrugged with a grin. "Well, you could if you'd be here when I got back from patrol at night…"

"Mmm, really?"

Matt nodded, his voice pitching lower but not quite down to the tone he had used earlier. "Mmhmm. And depending on how late it is and if you're still up, you could help me take my suit off?"

Y/N licked her lips, liking where the conversation was going. "Oh, is it difficult to… get off?"

Matt smirked. "Well there's a zipper that's tricky, sometimes you have to… jerk it."

Y/N bit her lip. "Maybe you could also give me a demonstration of your Daredevil voice?"

A deep rumble sounded from Matt's chest. "Oh, I was already planning on it, sweetness. Especially since I can tell how much it turns you on." 

He leaned up to murmur into her ear. "You wanna be my good girl tonight, do what the Devil tells you to do?"

Y/N sucked in a breath, her face flaming. "Uh huh."

"That's my angel." Matt kissed her just below her ear before leaning back, a smirk on his face. "Dinner's here, but maybe we can continue this conversation later?"

Y/N almost said 'fuck dinner' so she could drag Matt off to his bedroom right then, but instead she nodded. "Mmhmm."

She just hoped Matt ate fast tonight.