#i just. think her track record of always hurting people she cares about is. such an intresting character flaw

[lillyosaurus]

you always hurt the ones you love.

the ones you shouldn’t hurt at all.

[astonmartinii]

into the arms of another part three | max verstappen social media au

pairing: max verstappen x reader

part one part two masterlist tips

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yourusername: working up a storm and flirting up a frenzy

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user3: SHE'S BACK

user4: that month she was gone was dragging

user5: i almost forget she has a job lol there's always so much drama i forgot girly was getting the bag

danielricciardo: oh what a lovely picture of you two being gross at dinner i wonder who took it

yourusername: it's this lovely gentleman, i'll have to introduce you. he's quite loud, very charming and should consider going into theatre with his vocal projection

danielricciardo: you think i'm ready for the stage?

maxverstappen1: i think we all think you're ready for the stage

user6: wait so do you think daniel, heidi, y/n and max go on double dates? that's so cute

user7: sometimes i hurt myself by thinking it could've been a triple date if charles wasn't such as ass

maxverstappen1: when she's a triple threat 😍

yourusername: but i can't sing, dance or act?

maxverstappen1: but you are smart, beautiful and can put up with me :)

yourusername: you act like being with you is a chore maxy :( i'd spend all my waking moments with you if i could

landonorris: i'm sending these ^^ comments to my therapist, you guys make me feel so lonely

maxverstappen1: sorry dude

yourusername: lando !! let us play matchmaker ??

landonorris: i'll let you play matchmaker just don't let max have too much input

maxverstappen1: why not i clearly have good taste?

user8: anyone else wondering whether y/n and charles actually spoke after he was seen outside her building?

user9: i was thinking about that too ... i'm guessing they either didn't or it didn't go well by the fact that he's no where to be seen here

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maxverstappen1: new weekend, new helmet. this one was designed by the love of my life who put her architecture degree to good use to make me this beautiful lid. love you y/n hope to bring you a trophy back in return 🧡

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user13: max being the resident grid sweetheart was not on my 2023 bingo card

yourusername: no worries max, it was an absolute honour to design a helmet for you.

maxverstappen1: it's an honour to wear something designed by you

yourusername: call me the adrian newey of helmet design

maxverstappen1: that's a big shout, that i'm inclined to believe

redbullracing: adrian gives his stamp of approval y/n !

user14: i swear in an older charles vlog y/n spoke about how she always wanted to design a helmet for him :( i'm glad she finally got to do it

user15: no shade but at least this helmet might actually win the race lol

danielricciardo: cute lid, is y/n open for commission?

maxverstappen1: nope she's mine and mine only (unless you're paying)

yourusername: what he said

user16: i just know charles is screaming, crying and throwing up rn

user17: probably not, people stop being friends all the time, he's got more than one friend and is a millionaire, he's living his best life

user16: his track record says otherwise, he's extremely petty, he probably can't handle that max and y/n don't care about him anymore

user18: tbf from what we saw charles was looking to reconcile, it's more y/n who has been unreasonable

user19: i think she's well within her rights to refuse forgiveness and from reports charles never apologised, this has been a pattern of behaviour for years now. she deserved better, she's now got better

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user20: i love that max likes all the shady comments about the situation cause i know y/n would never

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charles_leclerc: always make time for your real friends.

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user21: if there's one thing men will have, it's the audacity

user22: well this is an interesting response

user23: are we meant to clap?

arthurleclerc: what happened to the plan?

charles_leclerc: than plan failed in the minute she closed the door in my face

arthurleclerc: call me, but also stop making excuses

user24: yes it is logical to do this offline arthur, but consider this, i want to read the drama

user25: but at this point how is it drama? it's just charles being stubborn. y/n gave him a full explanation and by the look of it he didn't do a very good job with it

user26: the thing is i honestly believe that however bad the apology would be y/n would still forgive him. they've been friends for so long i think she honestly wants it to work out but shit like this does not help his case

carlossainz55: mate i am so confused

charles_leclerc: what's so confusing? she can say that this has led to her finding "the real thing" but i can't?

carlossainz55: but if you wanted to reconcile, you look like an asshole

charles_leclerc: fine, make me the bad guy like everyone else

user27: charles is really in his whiny boy era lord

user28: all i know is that y/n and max are probably at home having the laugh of their lives

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f1wagupdates: y/n y/ln was in the red bull garage this weekend with verstappen's family. max won this race wearing the helmet she designed for him.

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user31: they are the cutest couple on the grid, perhaps of all time

user32: they're defo on the way to that, if they get married could defo grab best couple of all time

user33: the way she still stopped at ferrari to talk to arthur and wish him and charles luck ... clearly there's a bigger person here

user34: y/n is already so close to the verstappens, her and sophie and victoria were together all weekend.

user35: my friend had a paddock pass and overheard sophie asking y/n when she'll be giving her more grandkids

user36: OMG WHAT? what did y/n say?

user35: that she'd have to be mrs. verstappen first

user37: do not play with me right now if we get the charles and y/n friend breakup and y/n and max engagement all in one season my brain may explode

user38: if max weren't winning every race anyway i'd defo say that this is the lucky helmet

user39: i mean grand slams aren't that common, so maybe it is

user40: max win and charles disasterclass, the best weekend possible for y/n

user41: i don't think she actually wants charles to do badly though, she wouldn't have wished him luck..

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maxverstappen1: i've won a lot of races this year but my biggest win of all was your heart. here's to forever together ❤️

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user42: i think i just saw charles drop to his knees in monaco

user43: i mean they can still be friends? there was never any romantic feelings he's just being weird about being in the wrong and it being max

danielricciardo: i'm so so happy for you guys, you deserve this so much. all the happiness to you, i shall assume my position as best man effective immediately

maxverstappen1: bit forward to assume that you're best man mate

danielricciardo: wait, i'm not best man ?

maxverstappen1: i joke, you are, of course, the best man and i can't think of a better man for the job

yourusername: just don't go too crazy with the stag night, i've heard about your nights out back in the day (seen the videos too)

danielricciardo: i don't know what you're talking about, we'll have a boys night in, a round of uno and he'll be ready at the altar right on time

user44: why am i actually so happy for people i don't even know

yourusername: i can't think of a better way to spend the rest of my life, red bull drive babysitter and cat mama

maxverstappen1: i think jimmy and sassy might just be as excited as me (maybe)

yourusername: i know i can tell by all the holes in my shoes

maxverstappen1: we all have our ways of showing love, some bites holes in shoes, some like to follow you everywhere

landonorris: the way max could be either one

maxverstappen1: ummm i'm trying to be romantic stop accusing me of biting my fiancee's shoes

yourusername: don't worry maxy, i'd still marry you even if you bite my shoes

user45: this is an amazing thing and not to bring the mood down, but do we think y/n will invite charles to the wedding?

user46: max could as well, they are friends, even if charles is trying to use their rivalry as a 'reason' to be angry at this relationship

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yourusername: i am lost for words. i never knew i could love someone as much as i love you, and it is my biggest honour to spend the rest of my life with you.

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user47: she has really won at life i'm so happy for her

user48: who knew being ditched in corsica would be so good for a girl

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maxverstappen1: i love you more than you could ever know, couldn't think of a better mrs. verstappen-y/ln

yourusername: i can't wait to have matching last names

user49: wait is max also going to take y/n's name?

maxverstappen1: yep and couldn't be prouder to have her name

yourusername: awww maxy i love you

user50: so... did charles get an invite?

charles_leclerc: no. so much for moving forward.

yourusername: i won't let you ruin this announcement for me. let the postal service do their job. please get your shit together before you rsvp or fuck off, i have no problem burning that invite.

user51: oof.

landonorris: congrats guys, do me and daniel get a prize for listening to the years of pining that led to this

yourusername: you can get a gold star?

landonorris: make it solid gold and done.

yourusername: girl.

maxverstappen1: if red bull ask whether we drank on this getaway say no

yourusername: we defo didn't spray champagne like we were on a podium and then eat our weight in pasta

maxverstappen1: i had to celebrate my girl :)

note: hiiiii, i know this was highly, highly requested and i hope this has met expectations. i've had real bad writers block and some shit going on in my personal life, so i'm not the happiest with this but could see another part if i get enough ideas lol. thanks for reading <3

[artdcnaldson]

ugh "leverage" to ensure she won't go tattling to patrick. especially as he starts getting meaner and meaner, he tells her it's to make sure she doesn't back out and tell on him. because patrick would genuinely kill art if he knew what he's been doing to his baby sister.

i know it doesn't really fit in the canon of the other parts to this au, but hear me out anyway... what if he agreed to fuck her, properly this time, in her sweet little pussy. BUT he needs said leverage to make sure she keeps quiet about it (truly he just needs to immortalize taking her virginity so he can watch it back for the rest of his life). so he "agrees", he's the one to bring it up lol, on the condition that he can record it. y'know like really shitty, amateur, pov style, on her creaky dorm bed and pink, frilly sheets. shaky and grainy, but it's good enough for him. it's not like he would ever actually post it anywhere or show people, but she doesn't know that.

he gets off on how nervous she is when he points the camera at her, she's blushing and trying to hide her face. but he just slaps her cheek and manhandles her to look right down the lens of his shitty phone camera. tells her to moan louder around his big cock, tell the camera how good he feels, really just stroking his own ego. makes her tell the camera exactly how he's making her feel, can't cum unless she asks into the camera. he nearly cums right inside her when she tells him he's too big and it hurts :(((((

yummy yummy yummy

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OHHHHHHH <3 I had to let this simmer. This had to ruminate. Had to really let it sit and grow legs or whatever wine people say idk

RATING: E (18+)

Warnings: SMUT (p in v, degradation, making a sex tape, loss of virginity, world’s worst aftercare), mean!art as always, uncomfortable power dynamics, DUBCON due to coercion

He catches you leaving one of your classes, chatting happily with a few girls as you walk. Their eyes widen as he approaches, smacking his gum, looming tall over them. You murmur a quick apology and bound over like an obedient little pet, falling into stride beside him as he walks.

“What class is that?” He asks, nodding back towards the building. Most of the time he forgot you even attended the school beyond cheering at his games and floating around his dormitory like a ghost.

“Peoples and cultures,” you reply, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “It’s an anthropology course I’m taking. It’s actually really interesting, like, these past few lectures have been—“

“What are you doing tonight?” He interrupts, not really caring beyond the simple answer to his question. He has a one track mind, and for the moment he’s just thinking about getting in your pants.

He watches you think, then shrug. “Um… nothing, I guess? Why?”

Art stops by a tree suddenly, tugs you by your wrist to stop with him. “Do you promise if we fuck you won’t tell Patrick?” He watches as your eyes widen, as sheer need and excitement makes you practically vibrate out of your skin.

Frantically you nod. “I’d never tell Patrick, I’d take it to my grave, I swear,” you say, totally earnest, bouncing on the balls of your feet as he looks at you.

“God, I want you so bad,” he hums, brushing your hair back behind your ear. You melt beneath his touch, gaze all half-lidded and soft. “I just… I think I’d have to have some leverage, just to make sure no one ever finds out.”

You tilt your face, resting it on his hand, your eyes half-lidded and dazed with need. You hum a soft, “Mhmm,” without even knowing what he’s implying, what he’s asking of you. But he hears what you’re thinking, all dumbed down and needy— yes, Art, whatever you say Art, anything you want, Art.

He wants to do it in your room, that night. He walks you back to your dorm and tells you to get your roommate out, make sure she’s busy for however long you need. He’d text you when he’s on his way.

So you’re just… fucking vibrating with excitement, cleaning up your dorm, changing your sheets, fluffing your pillows. You light three warm vanilla sugar candles so the dorm smells nice and sweet, put on your roommate’s SEXXXMIXXX <3 CD that she had burned in High School (and kept your fingers crossed it was still relevant). You took the longest fucking shower of all time, scrubbed your skin until it stung, shaved you’re entire body, wondered if maybe he wouldn’t like bald pussy, then worried that he’d hate if you kept the hair even more. Moisturized, then put on pretty, light makeup— lipgloss, mascara. All in the span of time it took for him to text you.

Art :) <3

omw

You feel a little dizzy by the time he’s at your door, already wet just anticipating what you were about to do. He grins down at you, at your silky little pajama set, pink and lacy around the edges. Smacks his gum, trails his hand along the sides of your waist.

“Pretty.” He looks smug as he rubs the lace between his fingers. “You got all dressed up for me, huh?”

It’s amazing how timid and shy you can look as you stand in front of him, biting onto your lip as you nod. He shuts the door behind him and guides you backwards until you knock against your bed and laugh nervously. Jesus, he’d already fucked your ass, your throat, he’d done things to you that even the dirtiest fucking sluts on campus wouldn’t dream of allowing. But you’re all shy because he’s finally going to fuck you properly?

You gasp as he tugs down the neckline of your top, exposing your tits to the cool air of the dorm. So cute, soft. Your nipples already hard and sensitive, so just the lightest pinch makes you let out a pretty moan.

“Remember what I said about leverage?” Art says, and you nod slowly, dreamily. “I want to film it.”

Your eyes widen slightly, as you think back to the pictures he’d taken of you just a few weeks prior. “And you’d… what? Like post it if Pat finds out?”

“No, no, only if you tell,” he corrects. Even then… he doubted he’d actually ever post it anywhere. He had a tennis career to consider, after all. But the important thing was that you believe he will. “It’s just to make sure this stays our secret.”

You swallow, consider it. You didn’t plan on telling Patrick, so it was fine, right? He’d hate Art, and you didn’t want that. You would never want that, no matter what.

So you nod softly. “Okay,” you say finally. “I’d… yeah, I understand. Okay.”

God, you’re easy. So fucking easy it makes him a little sick to think about. What if he wasn’t Patrick’s friend, if he was some frat house asshole who would take advantage of how bad you wanted him? You’re so lucky he’s a good person.

He uses your own fucking digital camera— pink and decorated with little heart stickers. Turns it on and records you as you slip off your sweet silky pajamas, revealing soft, smooth skin beneath. You’re so shaky, so nervous. You can’t even look into the lens.

“No panties?” He asks, lips quirked into a grin. He steps forward to slip his hand between your thighs, to cup your pussy in one big hand. God, you’re so fucking wet, just like you usually are. He could just slide right in without any resistance, just bury himself right inside that tight little pussy. “Jesus, you’re a fucking mess, just dripping for it, aren’t you?”

You moan, relishing in the feeling of his hands on you. Art never touched you, not to get you off, at least. So the feeling of his thick calloused fingers against your cunt makes you whine. He breaches your entrance with just a fingertip and grins at the feeling of you clenching around the intrusion, desperate for anything he’ll give you.

But the relief is gone as soon as you’ve gotten it. He pats your thigh, nods to the bed. “Go lay down. Let me film you stretching yourself out for me.”

“Art,” you whine once you’ve laid down, embarrassed as he trains the lens on you. “Do you have to film this part?”

It just makes him double down, grinning smugly as he settles at the foot of the bed. “C’mon, just fucking do it. Show the camera how fucking wet you get for me.” You hear the whir of him zooming in as your hand slips between your thighs, as lithe fingers slide through your soaking wet folds and you tease your clit. He groans softly, grinning at the sight on the camera. “Alright, spread yourself out now. Show me how small and tight you are.”

You whimper pathetically, but obey. Your fingers form a V as you spread your lips, revealing the pretty, drippy hole of your cunt. He doesn’t even have to tell you to start fucking yourself, you just do. Pretty, manicured fingers disappearing inside the tight channel of your pussy, slow and easy as you pant and gasp sweetly.

“Can you do three?” He asks. He zooms the camera out, makes sure he gets all of you— your tits heaving with each breath, the slow grind of your hips to meet your fingers. You nod softly, press a third finger alongside the other two. He grins at the sight of the stretch of your cunt around them, how your body works to accommodate them. “God, it’s a tight stretch, huh?”

“Mhmm.” You moan as you pump your fingers slow, in and out. Wet to the point of it sounding obscene. Slick dripping out with each thrust, making your fingers glisten.

He can hardly take sitting there and watching, but god, he’d love it later on when he was alone with only the video to keep him company. But who knows? Maybe he’d fuck you once and never want anyone else. He already felt that way… kind of. You were so eager, so obsessed with him. You touched him like it was an act of worship. He couldn’t get that from easy pussy.

He sets the camera down on the foot of the bed while he undresses, tugging off his sweats and tee shirt, mussing up his hair in the process. It’s not lost on him, the way your fingers speed up at the sight of his cock, how needy and desperate you are.

“How bad do you want it?” He asks as he picks up the camera.

God, he’s mean. You whine when he grabs your wrist and makes you slip your fingers from inside of your cunt. Empty, needy, desperate. “Please, fuck me, Art.” You’re embarrassed, of course you are. He has a camera focused on your needy little expression, one hand on your thigh all warm and possessive. “Please, I’ve been so good for you. I’ve done everything you’ve asked. I just need you, I need you inside of me. Want you to be my first. Please, Art.”

He’s not sure where he wants the camera as he notches the head of his cock at your wet little hole. Part of him wants to film the second he buries his cock inside of that tight fucking cunt, but the other wants to film your face, watch how pretty you look as you take your very first cock.

And god, you’re trembling beneath him. Visibly shaking with anticipation, or nerves, or need. He runs a hand along your torso, cups one of your tits in his hands and thumbs over your sensitive nipple. “What, are you cold?” He teases.

“N-no,” you stammer, meeting his gaze. “Just— I just want it so bad.”

He films your face, which was the right call, he decides. He has to think about it technically, or he’ll risk blowing his load one pump in, like a total fucking loser. You’re so tight around him, clamping down on his cock as he sheaths himself within you, inch after inch. And god, that angelic face of yours— mouth agape, wet and pink and pretty, the tiniest furrow between your brows, lashes splayed against your cheeks as you moan, soft and sweet. “Hurts,” you practically whimper. “God, Art, fuck, it feels—“

He films where your cunt swallows him, stretched to the point of obscenity around his thick cock. It shouldn’t even be able to take him, not when you’re so small, so fucking tight. It’s a fucking miracle you’d even taken a toy before. He’d make you film that next. All desperate, fucking yourself on silicon while you drooled over a picture of him. It was sweet that you’d been trying to prepare yourself to take him and you were still a shaking, needy mess.

Tears well in your eyes as he thumbs at your swollen little clit, he feels your pussy clench around him, already so fucking keyed up. He should be good. He should make love to you, nice and slow, like a good boy. He’s starting to think he’s not a good boy, not at all. “Just lay there and take it, yeah? Just look nice and pretty for the camera.”

You cry out when he pulls back only to drive back in, hard and deep. His pace is relentless as he fucks into your cunt— warm and wet and tight and fucking perfect. He honestly shouldn’t have waited, he should’ve fucked you the first night you offered yourself up to him— sweet and needy and clinging off his shoulder like you were his girlfriend.

“A-Art, fuck—“ You cry out, fisting your pretty hands into the frilly duvet, as he bullies himself into you. “Oh, god, fuck, A-Art, it’s too much— I-I can’t—“ A strangled moan seems to rip itself from your throat as your head falls back against the pillows.

He grins. “Yeah? Don’t tell me, honey, tell the camera.”

You whine, turning your head away as embarrassment rips through you. It’s mean, keeping it trained on you while you’re so fucking vulnerable. He grabs your chin, holds it in place as he fucks into you, deeper, rougher. It punches out gasps from your pretty open mouth— Ah! Ah! Ah! Over and over and over.

He pops your cheek, not too hard, but enough to draw your attention back from him and away from your dizzying thoughts. “Tell the camera how good it feels to have my big cock in that little pussy of yours, yeah?

“It feels— ngh— I love it,” you have pretty fat tears slipping down your cheeks as he drills into you. “You’re so big, I— God, fuck— I feel you in my stomach. Here—“ You grab his hand, move it to press against the bottom of your stomach. He can’t feel anything, not except warm skin beneath his, but he groans at your words, at the implication that he’s so deep he’s in your fucking guts.

He has to bite his tongue so hard he tastes blood. He knows he’s going to cum, knows that he’s not going to last or show off epic, manly stamina and impress you. Not that you give a shit, but he wants to set a standard for whatever fucking loser you fuck next. He’d have next time, and as many other times as he wanted. You’d keep coming back for it, for him.

He struggles to manhandle you the way he needs while holding onto the camera. He tosses it into the sheets so he can press your knees up to your chest. “Hold them— yeah, that’s it, fuck— feels good.” You’re so obedient, holding your legs up for him so he can get deeper. Your eyes roll back, flutter shut. He fumbles to grab the camera, to immortalize you like this.

Your cunt squeezes around him, makes his rhythm falter as he struggles to fend off his orgasm. God, he just wants to bury himself deep and rut into you, to cum deep and hard, leave you dripping with him. It’s about him… but it’s about you too. He’d be good, he’d make you cum.

“Tell me how bad you need to cum. Fucking beg me for it,” He groans, rubbing at your clit with a calloused thumb.

You whine, squeezing around his cock as he draws you closer and closer. “Need it, Art. It feels so good— you’re so fucking perfect, feel so perfect inside of me. Wanna cum for you, around your cock, wanna show you how good you feel. Please, please, god, I want it, I want to feel it, Art. Want you to cum inside of me, need it so bad— I fucking dream about it, about you. You’re so much better, you’re everything I want, Art, fucking claim me. I want you to.”

Art wanted to pull out. He did. He was going to glaze your pussy with his cum, get it on video, swipe his fingers through it and make you taste it. But Jesus Christ, you fucking ruined that idea. He cums suddenly, practically collapses on top of you as he fucks into your cunt, spilling himself deep inside of you. And like the perfect fucking toy you are, you cum too, milking him for all he’s worth, walls clenching down around his cock as he lazily ruts into you.

He pants, stays buried inside of you as he tries to catch his breath. He’d never cum inside someone before— he was too afraid of knocking someone up. He’d always had the self control to pull out, but he lost himself in fucking you, in the tight grip of your pussy around him. Christ, that was bad.

When he pulls out, a thick gush of his cum follows, pearly white, dripping down your ass and to the bed. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. When he opens them, you’ve tugged a blanket over yourself shyly. Looking so demure, so sweet, batting your lashes up at him expectantly.

The camera lays dropped and forgotten on the bed, he goes and presses the stop button on the camera and you grab at his arm. “Do you want to stay the night?” You ask with a shy bite of your lip. “I told Izzy to fuck off, so she’s with her girlfriend. We’ve got the dorm for the night, so you can stay.”

Art makes a face akin to annoyance as he redresses, tugging on his boxers and sweats. His shirt is somewhere… he can’t focus. “I’m not your boyfriend.”

Your eyes widen, you swallow as heat floods your cheeks. “Yeah, I mean, I know,” you stammer. “I just thought…”

His jaw ticks. “Don’t do that, then. This is just about fucking.

Art watches the sad little nod, the tiniest twitch of your nose as you fight the rush of tears to your eyes. “I know that, Art,” you say sadly, and you’re trembling again. “I just wish you’d stay for a bit. I’m… I feel a lot right now. I’ve never… I’ve never felt this before I just want—“

“What do you want? A hug, a kiss?” He watches you sniffle sadly, nod and mutter a watery, yeah. He sighs, stops searching for his shirt, and pulls you against his chest. You feel so warm, so vulnerable as you shake and cry hot tears against his chest. He frowns, pulls back, and presses his lips to yours, quick and chaste. “I’m not doing this again if you keep acting like this.”

You sniffle and nod. “Okay, I know, I won’t do it again.” He kisses the crown of your head. Grabs a random shirt from the top of your laundry basket, grabs the camera, and heads for the door. You watch him leave with a pouty, wobbly little frown and get up to redress. You find his Stanford Tennis shirt partly beneath your bed and pull it on. It’s big, fits you like a hug, smells so boyish and warm. You lay back down on the bed he just fucked you on and breathe deep, let his smell flood your senses. It feels a little like being wanted.

AURRRRR this was so much longer than I thot <3

Anyways. Love pat’s sister au, feel free to send me any asks you want about these messy bitches <3

🐞 anon i love u

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Jade Shadows Thoughts

(NOTICE: I have edited this post after a few days and many lovely replies and tags giving me more insight and opinions, overall my view of this quest has gotten a lot more positive, thank you all <3) okaaayyyy I am utterly rattled rn lmao also made the mistake of looking at tumblr after doing the quest and as expected it seems to be a 50/50 of hating or loving it. so here are my personal thoughts, I am a little scared but talk seems to be civil thankfully. I can definitely agree on the sentiment that this quest needed more time, cause let's be honest the people hating this quest wouldn't be jumping to the things they're jumping to if Jade herself got more screen-time before the big drop, warframe's style has always been vague and never 100% straight-forward and I think that unfortunately hurt it a bit this time, as what they didn't show came off wrong to many people and while I sorta see why I disagree on some parts. I also feel like the quest kinda got a bit *too* hyped both by DE and the fanbase's theories, way too short, it deserved and needed to be a bit longer for it's special narrative. Jade kinda got a weird spot, both being the main focus alongside Stalker but also hardly explored. But let's be honest, most of the negativity is caused by this outside-circumstance alone. Now, what I absolutely disagree with is people insisting that DE was trying to say "bodily autonomy bad" or that Stalker didn't care about her and only the child, thing is I thought it was pretty fucking clear that she *wanted* the child in what little was shown and she was going to die no matter the outcome (thanks to the orokin to absolutely no one's surprise) and Stalker in his guilt for all she's done for him wanted to make sure that he at least kept this one promise to Her, cause She wanted it. she still had bodily autonomy in the fact She wanted this, she wanted the child no matter what. and she wanted stalker to protect her and the kid. And he did, like a true loving partner. DE has a long track record of being very autonomy-positive. A point they make time and time again is that ripping it away is *bad* and horrifying, the quest is a bittersweet tragedy, not a horror. Honestly there would be 0 issue if DE had given us a Jade-only quest before this one, I personally would've preferred it as well, she's cool as hell she deserves it. who knows maybe DE will see all of this and make prequel quests? we can only hope. I do not want to assume the worst of anyone or anything cause that's a miserable existence. Look I personally enjoyed the quest and get the feeling whoever wrote it did it out of some personal experience or sorrow, that's at least the vibe I got. It's a tragedy, but her choice was seen till the end, many women choose to still have a child despite knowing they won't make it, many also don't, that's why choice is important. and she did, she chose her child that she was having while likely forcibly infested and turned into a warframe. (also remember there are women on the team who likely looked at this.) there are some other iffy parts of the quest, (really should've been the drifter instead of the operator if they were gonna do that, but that's personal discomfort.) but overall I enjoyed it and open to explore the implications of a born-warframe-child and Stalker healing as they both grow together. These are my thoughts, and I can understand why people like or dislike this quest, but I think it's fine and just ended up in a very unfortunate spot due to outside circumstances beyond it's control. (sorry if any of this comes off as aggressive it is not my intention despite how riled I am by some folk online, I disagree with you but I do not hate you, I don't even know you.)

Her choice, His promise, Their light.

Thank you for reading my first ever text post about something I care about, not sure I'll be doing this again any time soon out of anxiety lol (Edit: and thanks to everyone responding to this post wonderfully, ya'll are great and have lessened my anxiety and have made me appreciate this quest more <3)

[weepingchronicles]

platonic yandere strade headcanons tw/cw: strade being a whole warning himself, yandere behavior, manipulation, kidnapping, drugging, torture, slight gore, dead, reader is fucked up too!! animal death mention, cussing a/n: this may be ooc since i dont even know if it would be possible for strade to feel love at all especially platonic but lolz

Okay so I wanted to make this sort of believable for Strade which is hard since he never shows remorse or care for anything. Treating Ren as a pet is the closet we ever seen him care for someone other than himself. From what I know is that he's always been like this since he was born. It didn't stem from trauma or anything like that.. so I got the idea, what if its genetic?

I don't think Strade kills everyone he fucks, definitely hurts them but maybe a long time ago he was drunk and had a one night stand and accidentally let the girl get away.

Then years later, imagine Strade finding out he actually has a kid? To be honest, he probably wouldn't even care, maybe a little curious but wants nothing more to do with you besides knowing your name.

But when he finds out you're just like him? Dude is ecstatic!

You're definitely not as sadistic as him and have higher empathy but I imagine you learned you liked the feeling of hurting people from an early age.. liking the feeling of control. You started small, killing random rodents or prodding at dead animals you came across with morbid curiosity.

Your mother was actually good and sent you to the psychologist which helped diagnosed you. You learned that your behavior was not regular and learned methods to deal with your urges.

You don't hurt people, you might have a tiny criminal record from the time you got into a bar fight or stole a couple things but that's it.

For Strade, it doesn't matter. He gets the closest thing to familial love when it comes to you. To know that his own blood is like him creates an urge to hone that desire within you.

He quickly "reunites" with your mother and uses her to help track you down.

You had just finished your late night shift at your workplace when you notice a man smoking a cigar staring at you, leaning against his car.

You pay no mind, heading to your car. This has happened before and it always ended with them regretting walking up to you.

Right as you open the car door it is slammed shut again, this time the man smoking is right in front of you.

He has an over-charismatic smirk that you know too well, because you have it as well.

He ends up drugging and taking you back to his place, with his victims he didn't care if they got hurt, but he doesn't get that urge with you.

You wake up tied to a chair in a basement littered with utility tools, you were groggy but overall fine. What most stood out to you wasn't the coppery smell in the air or the fact you just got kidnapped but there was a girl very close to you tied up to a pole.

She is bloody and bruised, you notice an overwhelming amount of blood staining her thigh. Shame floods your mind, guilty because her blood excited you.

"Pretty sight, eh?"

You were too absorbed in your thoughts to notice the man that had kidnapped you appeared right beside you, a wide smirk on his face as he peered down at the girl.

Although he enjoyed the frightened expression and confusion on your face, he explained to you that he was your father. It made sense, you had never known your father since you were born and your mother refused to talk about him, you never knew why. Your dad being a sadistic killer seems like a pretty good reason in hindsight.

What made you angry was the fact that Strade insisted that you were the same as him. The same? You're no killer and definitely don't kidnap people just to torture them. You've learned your problems and worked through it.

That's what you tell him but Strade chuckles, petting his unconscious victims hair as he talks with you. This guy is fucking weird.

"That's what you think, but I know you and I are the same. It's a shame, you never got to experience your true desires.. until now."

You perked up at what he meant but as he untied you, you understood.

He places a knife in your hand and wakes up his victim whose already half-dead by kicking her wound.

The girl wakes up, disoriented and in pain. But now there's two people in front of her, her kidnapper and someone with a knife.

You could end this all now, stab your father bloody and get out of here- go back to your ordinary life.

"Go on, sweetheart. I know you want to hurt them as badly as I, hear them scream."

You tug the knife harder, your face riddled with concentration and debate. The girl's pleas fall deaf on your ears, the feeling of Strade comfortingly rubbing your shoulder is what makes you take the first step, then the first stab.

You blink and suddenly return to a gory mess. Whatever happened, whatever you did, it went by like a dazy dream. You return to your senses, Strade is laughing maniacally behind you and you drop the knife. You still hear the girl's last wheezes before her heart finally stops beating. You killed her, you try to justify it. Maybe it was good, you ended her pain but you could have turned the knife onto Strade yet you didn't.

Your breathing is heavy and your heart thumps for the wrong reasons- excitement.

You almost forgot Strade is still there until he comes near you and ruffles your hair- like he was congratulating his kid on their first victory score.

"'Knew you had it in you, you're going to be the perfect protégé for me."

[us3rnam3-r3dact3d]

Inspired by the latest Reductive Audio:

Lil useless facts about my fav boys/listeners. No hate if I didn’t include your fave, I was making my list off memory and am just now realizing I missed like… three entirely series worth of people.

Vincent

He prefers silver jewelry over gold, but doesn’t care if styles are meant for men or women. He likes what he likes and will wear it. He’s a particular fan of dainty necklaces and women’s wrist watches, but likes men’s rings better.

Sam

He smoked when he was human. Lucky Stripes, since they’re cheap. It was a bad habit he picked up when he was eight or so to cope with his home life. He lost the ability to be chemically addicted to nicotine when he was turned, but he still itches for a cigarette when he’s particularly stressed.

Alexis

She’s very jealous of Will’s attention. She gets twitchy when he’s paying attention to anybody else for too long. This results in spikes of her reckless and bad behavior. It started when Vincent was turned, then when he took in Porter, then when she turned Sam. The most recent was after the Inversion.

William

He cannot paint or draw to save his life. He’s followed five or six Bob Ross paintings, but they never turn out right. He can draw stick figures, but that’s about it. His penmanship is beautiful, though.

Porter

Will made him testify against his maker since Porter’s treatment was particularly brutal amongst Felix’s progeny. Porter didn’t want to, but he recounted every moment of Felix’s torture while being stared down by the man himself in front of the whole council. It was so damming that Felix invoked him to stop. That’s the moment that Porter still has nightmares about.

Lovely

Lovely is incredibly anxious around their human friends. They’re scared that they’ll lose control and hurt someone, even though they’re very well fed and haven’t shown any lack of control in the past. This results in a few months after the inversion that Freelancer thought they were dead, since they showed up on the casualty list.

Treasure

Their older brother is a humanborn freelancer. He’s an enforcer for the Department. They think that fits him well, since he was always sort of a bully growing up. Treasure themself is an investigative journalist who writes for an empowered newspaper. They were trying to get a table at the Monarchal Summit even before they met Porter, but that didn’t pan out.

Freddy

He played french horn in high school. He was pretty good, and was drum major in marching band his senior year. He threw up before every game because he was so nervous.

Bright Eyes

Singer/song writer. Y’all ever listened to the Mountain Goats??? That’s their shit. Slow moving acoustic guitar, songs about the most disturbing and distressing emotions humans are capable of surviving recorded on cassette. Singing at dead coffee shop open mics in the wee hours of the morning. Their voice is raspy and rough, but the texture just draws you into their even timber and perfect pitch. They’re a minor celebrity in Dahlia’s sad boy live music scene.

David

His hips and back hurt So Much all of the time. He figures out that it’s because he’s incredibly strong but not flexible in the slightest. An imbalance in those two factors can lead to a lot of pain. He starts doing yoga after the Inversion when it got really bad and it’s helped a ton. Plus, Angel does it with him, and he likes watching them bend into all of those poses in their tiny, skin tight shorts.

Asher

He keeps track of how much David weighs and makes sure he can comfortably lift and carry that much weight at the drop of a hat. At the end of every work out, he deadlifts David’s weight to make sure he can do it when already spent. He should have been carrying David after the Inversion, but he didn’t have the strength to do it even when not fucked up. He won’t let that happen again.

Milo

He needs reading glasses but refuses to wear them. He tried contacts but he can’t stand to put anything in his eye. So he just squints and struggles through. His phone’s text is blown up like a grandpa’s. David is so bothered that Milo won’t just… get glasses. He keeps passive aggressively offering to add Milo to their vision insurance plan.

Christian

He had a little crush on Asher in middle school that translated to teasing the shit out of him. Which, Asher being Asher, put him off and hurt his feelings. He’s well moved on but sometimes, when the sun catches Ash just right or he smiles that stupid, toothy smile, Christian mourns his own stupidity.

Arden

Desperately protective of Christian, especially after the Inversion. The first time Ash makes a light-hearted joke about Christian’s limp, Arden put his ass on the ground, despite Christian laughing at it.

Gabe

He drove a white Chevy Cameo with a red interior for most of his life. It was lovingly maintained, and since it’s such a rare model, he did all of the maintenance himself. After the crash, the truck was totaled. David still spent a few years trying to put it back together. He called it quits when he was working on the interior and found dried blood under the leather of the seats.

Angel

They have a small stuffed lamb that they’ve had since they were a baby. It’s beaten up, falling apart, and no longer the stark white it started out as. Lambie is kept in their bottom bedside drawer. They only pull him out when they can’t sleep. They were worried David would think it was weird, but he actually finds this more endearing than he can put into words.

Babe

They didn’t start talking until they were three. Their parents thought that they were nonverbal, and had started teaching them ASL as an alternative. Then one day at the breakfast table, they opened their mouth and started spouting full sentences. They taught Asher ASL and the two of them use it when they want a private moment in public/when Ash is overstimulated. (Side note; David also knows ASL, he took courses in high school. Very useful, he loves it. He does not love it when watching them flirt nastily in front of him.)

Sweetheart

They’ve had anxiety since they were a very young child, and it’s always been an internally-sourced thing rather than externally motivated. They recall the first time they ever got in trouble at school (first grade, for pushing a boy who had been tugging on their hair all through recess). They remember the first time they got a B (fifth grade, on a math test they studied for for hours). Their parents had high expectations, but Sweetheart was having panic attacks from the age of three. Definitely something ~chemical~ going on there.

Darlin

They feel pack bonds incredibly strongly. Their body reacts physically when someone in the pack is threatened or hurt, without them even having to think. They shiver when Sam calls them ‘mate.’ When David says something in his lovingly dubbed ‘alpha voice,’ they can’t help but listen. They knew Gabe was dead before they got the call. They thought Ash was dead during the Inversion because they felt David’s dread through the bond so strongly.

Avior

He’s unnerved by human’s tactile nature. Being in a body is strange for him, and he prefers Aria to Elegy (at least before meeting Starlight), so touch is an extreme sensation for him. Humans touch so much. He’s not opposed to it when it’s someone he knows, but handshakes are the bane of his existence.

Starlight

Halloween is their favorite holiday. They start decorating for it in August. They plan elaborate, complex costumes and parties. They desperately want to move into a house so that they can set up scary decorations and shit in their yard and hand out candy to trick-or-treaters. Avid lover of the Spirit Halloween animatronics. They go to Halloween Horror Nights every year.

Camelopardalis

He’s trained himself to use the human terms for things (ex: terra or earth instead of elegy) since some in the Department don’t like it when daemons use their terms. It means that he gets weird looks from other daemons when he talks to them. It’s an alienating feeling for sure.

Vega

He’s never tried human food. He never saw the appeal. What he doesn’t know is that he would absolutely Love dark chocolate if he tried it. He likely will never know.

Warden

Avid reader of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle comics. Just the comics, though. They don’t have an apartment in Elegy, but they do have a small storage unit where they keep their comics. They coalesced a few years before the comics starting their run, and for some reason, they just fell in love. Vega thinks this is silly and that they should be embarrassed, but they refuse to be.

Hush

He loves Popeye’s fried chicken sandwiches. Doc fed him one once and it blew his fucking mind. He won’t make them with magic, either, he insists that they don’t taste the same. Doc has started just getting gift cards for him to keep so he can get one whenever and doesn’t have to wait for them to give him money. He’s ravenous for those things.

Doc

They’re actually a warder, not a healer. Hush’s presence has encouraged them to refresh their healing knowledge, however. Even if he himself is difficult to hurt, he sort of invites chaos.

Morgan

He uses his foresight to see what the owner of his favorite little bodega down the street is going to have for breakfast every morning. It’s his little morning ritual and practice for his magic. He feels weird all day if he doesn’t do it.

Seer listener

Their sight is more potent and more clear than Morgan’s. They can give stark details, see full landscapes, and turn 360 deg in their vision and see the whole space. They also can hear what’s happening consistently, something that goes in and out for Morgan. He figures that they’re just more powerful than he is, something that makes them just the slightest bit uncomfortable.

Damien

Gets incredibly stressed on election days, whether for local, state, or national elections. He forces everyone he knows to vote, volunteers to shuttle people without cars, and has at times volunteered to be a poll worker. But elections make him anxious. He cares so much about the results. Huxley has recently instated a post 9pm ban on watching the news on election nights so that Dames will actually sleep and not stay up all night stressing.

Huxley

Does not eat beef. Not for religious reasons, but because of the impact of beef consumption on the environment. He’s about one step away from a full vegetarian, he just likes chicken and is concerned for his protein and vitamin intake. This is difficult for Damien, who loves nothing quite so much as a rare steak.

Lasko

He was forced to take piano lessons as a child. He hated it, but took them up to the point he left home. He’s still very good, and did get peer pressured into showing off at a random guitar center once while out with the D.A.M.N. crew. He nearly died of embarrassment.

Gavin

He has a collection of very pretty rosaries that he uses as jewelry. He is not religious, and if asked, cannot describe what a Catholic is to you. He likes to wear them around his neck, dipping over his body since his shirts always cut down to his navel. It makes people gasp and blush, which is his favorite effect to have on somebody. His fav one has beads made of mother of pearl and a little, golden crucifix on the end.

Freelancer

They love cheap Chinese buffets. They claim that, the lower the health rating, the better the taste. Their desire for krab rangoons is strong enough to pull them from the comfort of their home at 2 in the morning if the fancy strikes. Damien in particular is horrified by this, and keeps offering to cook them some actual Chinese food.

Dear (Lasko’s listener)

An all star volleyball player in high school and college. They were a setter, and took their team to nationals all four years of high school. They are on the starting line up all through college. When it gets brought up in their trip that Damien plays casually, they said they did too. And then absolutely creamed him.

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Hello! If you don’t mind, can you do ror family x Teen!Reader who runs away because she doesn’t think she deserves them but with a happy ending? I always love reading your stories and they always brighten up my day (づ ◕‿◕ )づ I hope you’re having an amazing day!

-This wasn’t real- you kept telling yourself this as you swallowed hard, unable to believe it.

-This was the first family who was willing to adopt you- not foster- actually adopt you! Nobody adopted teenagers-especially one that had a track record like yours. It wasn’t that you were a bad kid- heavens no- it’s just that you didn’t take crap from anyone, and when you foster families attempted to turn you into their punching bag, you would always run and go straight to authorities.

-Yes they would get arrested and blacklisted from fostering, but that would go on your record as another failed foster family, which would turn others away from helping you.

-You were to the point you didn’t care; you could take care of yourself, you’ve done it for years now- but these stupid laws that required you to have a guardian, as you were a minor, was BS.

-When your caseworker told you that you had actually been adopted, you laughed in her face, holding your gut, thinking it was a prank, but when you saw her sympathetic face, you were stunned stiff with wide eyes- it wasn’t a prank!

-This new family of yours was absolutely massive! Over 30 different individuals, gods, warriors, and valkyries, made up your new family and it was honestly a bit overwhelming having so many people in such a large house.

-Unlike your other families, which unnerved you, they treated you with so much respect- giving you your own room, your own space, inviting you to join in activities, but not pushing you, making sure you ate and went to school and were just overall very caring about you.

-They were a bunch of weirdos, you determined that the first day when you saw a bunch of them sparring in the backyard, using real weapons, which was unnerving, and there were so many wild personalities that you had a hard time learning about everyone.

-Despite them being so warm and welcoming to you, you kept your distance- you didn’t want to believe that this was real- it couldn’t be. This was just a cruel prank on their part- where they would lure you into a false sense of security and make you think you’re happy, only to pull it away at the last second.

-You convinced yourself this was true, but it was so hard for you to keep believing this- you were treated with so much respect, not like a punk teenager that so many others had treated you like.

-You were struggling to make sense of this, and it was getting harder and harder each day- you were scared to let your guard down- you didn’t want to be hurt again!

-So that’s why you ran, sneaking out of your bedroom window after dinner, taking your stuff with you- you didn’t know where to go, this family didn’t hurt you, so you had no reason to go to your case worker or the police, so you just ran, looking for a place to lay low for a while.

-It’s a good thing you weren’t the stealthiest of people, as many saw you sneak out. They knew that you were hesitant with them, knowing of your past- and they could see your apprehension of getting closer to them. They should have realized that you were scared of thinking this would be like the other times, where you were going to get hurt- you were just protecting yourself.

-Hercules, Lu Bu, Apollo, and Qin Shi Huang were the ones to go after you, to bring you back home, with Lu Bu doing the tracking and the others following after him.

-They found you at the local train station, looking up at the ticket board, trying to figure out a train to take when a hand clapped down on your shoulder. You turned and your eyes went huge, seeing QSH there, “Hao! We found you Y/N!”

-The terror on your face was apparent, thinking they were mad at you before Hercules pulled you up into his arms, hugging you tightly, it was firm but also very warm, “Why did you run? Did something happen?”

-You were hesitant to answer, which they could see before Apollo smiled softly and herded the group to the Starbucks in the station, ordering drinks, including your favorite, for everyone.

-Once you had the drink in front of you, you were wringing your hands in your lap, not wanting to meet their gazes before Apollo spoke, “Are you all right, Y/N?”

-You exhaled softly, not realizing you had been holding your breath as you had been panicking, “You- you guys aren’t mad I ran?” they seemed surprised by your words before Lu Bu, who was sitting next to you, lifted a hand to ruffle your hair lightly, comforting you as Hercules spoke, “Of course weren’t not mad at you- why would we be? You’re just protecting yourself, right?”

-Your sharp intake of air made them all kind of flinch as you lifted your head, finally looking at them, seeing that they had been able to guess why you ran so easily.

-Tears welled in your eyes again, your bottom lip trembling slightly before you finally broke, “I-I don’t… I don’t want to be hurt again! And you guys have all been so nice to me- I’ve never- never felt so safe before- so happy! I just don’t want to… I don’t want…” QSH pulled you into a side hug as they all realized the truth in why you ran.

-They let you cry, sniffling over your drink quietly, before Apollo held out his hand, asking you to take it, “C’mon Y/N- let’s go home!”

-Home… a small smile slowly lifted to your lips as you took his hand and Lu Bu’s hand, holding them both, feeling happy tears lifting to your eyes as you spoke, “Yeah- let’s go home.” They all smiled softly at you. It would take some time, but it was a good thing your family cared about you and were willing to be patient.

[chvoswxtch]

What about a jessica Jones fic in which it's both their first same sex relationship, maybe first relationship ever for reader, and she only wants jess to take her v card

nonnie,

thank you so much for requesting my baby jess. I hope you love this. 💜

also totally optional, but this was heavily inspired by the song everything by kehlani!

warning: contains explicit sexual content (minors please dni), swearing, and mentions of alcohol word count 4.4k

first time.

Jessica wasn’t sure exactly what it was about you that made her fall head so hard for you in the first place. 

Maybe it was the fact that you were always kind and patient with her, even when she was being a raging bitch. The first time the two of you met, you had shown up at her apartment/office asking to interview her for an article at your paper about powered people, and since she had a negative track record with the press, and was also incredibly hungover, she’d slammed the door right in your face. 

To her surprise, and absolute horror, she ran into you about a week later at your paper, needing to ask you questions about an article that you’d written previously that was linked to a case of hers. When she recognized your face, she was certain that you were going to show her the exact same “hospitality” that she had shown you.

But to her astonishment, you simply smiled and invited her into your office, offering her everything that she needed and more to help with her case. 

Later that night when Jessica’s curiosity got the better of her, she started digging into you. She was shocked to find that you’d actually written a few articles about her already, and that you came to her defense in every single one of them. Jessica’s shoulders deflated as she sank back into her chair, tossing back another fourth of bourbon while feeling like a complete asshole for slamming her door in your face, and feeling exceptionally unworthy of the kindness you had shown her. The following morning, she was waiting for you in your office, offering an apology in the form of coffee and an exclusive interview. 

Maybe it was because you always treated her like a person. You never treated Jessica any differently because of what she could do. You never spoke about her like she was a freak of nature. You never asked her for any favors, and she practically had to fight you to allow her to carry something heavy for you. 

Jessica Jones wasn’t very good at making friends. She would be the first to admit that. Mainly because she wasn’t exactly “personable” most of the time, but also because a lot of people that sought her out did it for something in return. Half of her life people wanted to get close to her just because her sister was Trish Walker. Once her true identity was revealed, people wanted to use her strength or her name for personal gain. 

But you never wanted anything from Jessica. You just wanted her.

Maybe it was the way you smiled every time you saw her, even if her face was twisted up in a mirror of her sour mood. Maybe it was the way you gently grabbed her shoulders to get her to slow down, encouraging her to take deep breaths with you, reminding her that she won’t be able to focus until she’s calm. Maybe it was the way your fingers delicately touched her skin when you patched her up, as if you could hurt her, while apologizing profusely with every swipe of an alcohol pad and careful stitch.

Jessica couldn’t pinpoint what it was that made her fall in love with you, but she knew the exact day she realized it. 

You had slept over after helping her work a case late into the night, which wasn’t unusual, and she had awoken to the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and your amazing cooking. She didn’t think she even had anything in her fridge except three day old take out and cheap beer, but somehow you made a breakfast miracle happen. A tired smile tugged at the corner of her mouth knowing you probably swiped some ingredients from Malcolm.

She mumbled something grumpy and incoherent when you greeted her with your chipper morning attitude and a radiant smile, plopping down into one of the chairs at the table. When you came over to place a plate and a cup of coffee in front of her, Jessica grabbed onto your wrist gently to pull you in closer, and without thinking in her sleepy state, she pressed a quick kiss to your lips. It was a full sixty seconds before Jessica realized what she did, and then she was suddenly wide awake. Turning her head slowly to look up at you, she found that you were already staring at her with widened eyes, and her brain was completely empty except for an ongoing string of expletives. 

“I…don’t…know why I did that.”

Jessica watched as your shoulders visibly sank, and the flame of bewilderment in your eyes slowly fizzled into a crestfallen ember. 

“You…you don’t?”

As she stared up at you trying to craft an excuse, an epiphany abruptly slammed into her chest like a freight train.

You were in her kitchen, moving around like it belonged to you, in one of her ratty old t-shirts, using a chip clip to put your messy hair up with tendrils perfectly framing your face, and Jessica wanted to spend every Saturday morning like this. 

Suddenly everything seemed to click into place. The bashful smiles when she caught you staring at her. The excited nerves in the pit of her stomach when she knew she was gonna see you. The timid way you held onto her arm when you walked the streets of New York together at night. The excuses she came up with for just one more drink so she didn’t have to go home alone yet. The commitment you showed to proving yourself to her. The warmth she felt whenever you were around.

Jessica Jones was in love with you. 

Leaning back in the chair, her tongue quickly swept along her bottom lip as she stared up at you in complete awe.

“I am such a fucking idiot.”

“What?”

“You’ve been right here, in front of my goddamn face, this entire time, and I didn’t see you.”

“Jess, what are you-“

Swiftly standing up from her chair, Jessica grabbed onto the back of your neck and pulled you in for a soft kiss, causing a quiet gasp to catch in your throat. When she pulled back, Jessica was delighted to see that your cheeks were flushed with scarlet, and her lips split into an excited smile.

“Don’t make plans Friday night.”

“O-Okay?”

“I’m taking you on a date.”

Your hand that was holding onto Jessica’s wrist suddenly tightened, and your eyes grew in wonder as you stared up at her.

“You…you are?”

“That alright with you?”

“I…um…y-yeah. I mean, yes.”

Despite her usual confidence, Jessica was an absolute nervous fucking wreck the night of your first date. She couldn’t remember the last time she even went on a first date that wasn’t at a bar, or that she gave a shit about. She changed clothes four times, and begrudgingly borrowed a few things from Trish’s closet since she was taking you somewhere nice. Trish and Malcolm both attempted to give her a pep talk as they helped her get ready, but that only made her more nervous, and they wouldn’t let her drink to dull her nerves since they were worried she’d be plastered by the time she was supposed to pick you up.

After she knocked on your door, her eyes suddenly widened and she cursed under her breath realizing that she hadn’t brought you flowers. Was she supposed to bring you flowers? Did you even like flowers? How the fuck does this work?

Her inner rambling was cut off the second you opened the door, and for a second, all the noise in her head seemed to go silent. You were in a simple deep purple satin dress that hugged your body perfectly, and Jessica quickly forgot all about dinner. She had never seen you in a dress like that before. A timid smile stretched over your lips as you looked at her and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

“I…wasn’t sure where we were going. Is…is this too much?”

“No! No you…you look…hot. Fuck, sorry. I meant…beautiful. You…look beautiful.”

The second the two of you reached the restaurant, all of the nerves Jessica felt from earlier came flooding back. Not even ten minutes into the date, she gripped the wine glass so hard in her hand that it shattered, and her eyes widened as you gasped loudly.

“Oh fuck-”

“Jess, are you okay?”

“I’m fine, it’s fine-”

“It’s not fine, you’re bleeding-”

“It’s not a big deal, I got it.”

Jessica pulled her hand away from your grasp, taking one of the fancy white napkins to wrap around her hand to stop the light bleeding as she looked over at you with a tight lipped smile.

“So-”

“Jessica, you can’t be serious.”

“What?”

“You’re bleeding. You probably need stitches. We need to go-”

“No, no I’m not ruining this date because of a little blood-”

“Jessica-”

“I’m fine.”

Jessica’s voice came out a little harsher than she intended it to, and the irritation she felt evaporated as she watched the way you sank back into your chair, looking anywhere but at her. Letting out a deep exhale through her nose, she mumbled a quiet fuck before reaching over with her uninjured hand for one of yours.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t…I’m just…look I’ve never done this before-”

“Gone to an Italian restaurant?”

Jessica pursed her lips at the sarcastic tone of your voice, looking around the entire restaurant with slightly narrowed eyes before looking back at you with a quirk of her brow.

“Actually, yeah. I don’t remember the last time I went to an Italian place that didn’t serve two dollar greasy pizza and had meatball specials on Thursdays.”

When she noticed the tiny smile that tugged at the corner of your mouth, she let out a breath of relief and stretched her hand out further, wiggling her fingers towards you. Rolling your eyes playfully, you slipped your hand into Jessica’s, looking over at her when she gave it a gentle squeeze.

“What I was trying to say was that I’ve never done this. This is…the first nice date I’ve ever been on. It’s the first nice date I’ve ever wanted to go on. And…I’m sorry for being so…I just really want this to go well. I don’t wanna fuck it up. And I feel like I already have-”

“You haven’t.”

Jessica stared over at you in adoration, enjoying the feeling of your thumb carefully stroking over the back of her hand. The gentle tone of your voice and the reassurance in your eyes tugged at her heartstrings, and her lips pulled delicately into a defeated smile.

“I broke a glass. I’m bleeding, and I was a dick.”

“Still not the worst date I’ve ever been on.”

Jessica closed her eyes for a moment as a dry laugh echoed in her chest.

“Jess, I appreciate you going through all the trouble to try to make tonight special. But…it already is. I don’t…I don’t need all of this. You could’ve taken me to the hot dog stand at the corner of your street and I would’ve been thrilled. Actually, a pretzel sounds really good right now.”

Jessica’s brows furrowed in the middle of her forehead as she looked over at you, giving you a pointed look as a smirk covered your lips.

“You’re fucking joking. I bring you to the nicest Italian place in the city, per Trish, and you want a pretzel.”

“What I want is to take care of your hand, which is still bleeding, and then continue our date. I don’t care where, as long as it’s with you.”

After a little more convincing from you, and an agreement to order dessert to go, Jessica took you to the stand at the corner of her street to get two hot pretzels before taking you up to her apartment so that you could tend to her hand. The longer the night went on, the more Jessica’s nerves dissipated completely, and by the time midnight stretched over the sky, Jessica decided she was craving something else.

In a matter of minutes, Jessica went from timidly kissing your lips to having you pinned beneath her on her bed as her hands frantically searched for the hem of your dress. She attached her lips to your neck, reveling in the little noises you made and the hushed whispered of her name as her hand slipped beneath your dress to part your thighs. A sharp gasp flew past your lips, and you suddenly reached down to grab onto her wrist.

“Jess, wait.”

“What? What’s wrong?”

Jessica pulled back to gaze down at you, cradling your face in her hand as she lightly brushed her thumb across your cheek. Her brows pulled together in puzzlement noting the flush of rose that covered your cheeks and the nervous glint in your eyes.

“What is it?”

“I…um…I’ve never…done this before.”

Jessica’s lips pulled into a tiny smile, leaning in to brush her nose against yours as she chuckled softly.

“Me neither, baby. But I think we can figure it out together.”

“No…Jess I mean…like…ever.”

Tilting her head to the side slightly in confusion, Jessica searched your eyes for a hint as to what you were talking about, pursing her lips in a slight pout when you closed your eyes and let out a shaky exhale.

“I’m a virgin.”

Jessica blinked slowly a few times, watching as you slowly opened your eyes to peer up at her. Her lips parted slightly as she searched for the right words to say, her brows alternating between rising up her forehead in surprise and also knitting together in the center of her forehead in disbelief.

“So…not just…when it comes to…this…but…like…everything?”

Giving a slight nod of your head, you both stared at each other silently for what felt like hours. 

“Uh…you…waiting for marriage or-”

“No, it’s not…it’s not like that. I just…God this is so embarrassing.”

Jessica grabbed onto your waist when you went to move, taking one of your hands to press a soft kiss to each of your knuckles as she smiled softly.

“Hey, hey. Don’t be embarrassed. Okay, I’m not making fun of you. I’m just…trying to…understand. That’s all.”

Nibbling on your bottom lip, you lightly shrugged your shoulders as you spoke quietly.

“I just…I wanted it to be special. I wanted it to be with the right person, and to mean something. I wanted to be in love.”

Jessica ran her fingers through your hair slowly as she listened, staring back into your eyes when she caught your gaze.

“And I wanted to feel that the person I had my first time with loved me back.”

Jessica’s lips parted slightly at your words, and she felt that familiar warmth blooming in her chest she always felt when you were around. It was a warmth she thought she would never feel again after she lost her family. A warmth she never thought she could feel again. There were transient embers she felt around Trish and Malcolm, but nothing nowhere even near the blaze she felt with you. 

The love she felt for you.

As her tongue darted out to quickly wet her lips, she held your face in her hand delicately as she looked down at you with a tender smile.

“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, or aren’t ready for. We can take this at whatever pace you want. But just so you and I are on the same page, I do love you Y/N. You are the first person I’ve ever actually fallen in love with, and I thought it would be so much fucking scarier than this, but you make it so…easy. I…feel really goddamn lucky that you picked me. I want you to know that.”

Jessica hummed in content against your lips when you reached up to grab onto the back of her neck to pull her down for a kiss. She moved her hand up to gently grasp onto your waist, keeping her kisses light as she attempted to move from her spot between your legs. Your other hand grasped at her shoulder as you broke the kiss, and her nerves flared up once again seeing the glossy sheen that covered your eyes.

“I love you, Jessica. I’ve always loved you.”

That one quiet confession had her heart swelling inside her ribcage, filling up the void that had kept her hollow for so many years, and after spending a majority of her life looking up at the stars searching for answers, she felt like she could see every single one of them twinkling in your eyes.

Kissing your lips made her feel weightless and untouchable, like she was a kid all over again, at the highest peak of the ferris wheel with her mom. It conjured every ounce of happiness that lingered in her subconscious, every blissful memory she possessed, and flooded her bloodstream with pure ecstasy. 

This. This was that feeling she had been searching for. The thing that she thought would come when she stepped into the spotlight as a “hero”. The thing she waited to fill her when she saved someone or when she did something good. She tricked herself into believing it was a sense of purpose, or maybe acceptance she was after, but it was love. But not the artificial kind that resulted from her altered DNA, or the kind that eventually sprouted through adoption or living down the hall from her and constantly being dragged into her shit.

The real kind. The pure, unwavering, unfiltered, every-stupid-fucking-love-song-makes-sense and every-breathtaking-sunsent-reminds-me-of-you kind.

“Jess?”

“Hm?”

“Please make love to me.”

Jessica gazed down at you, carefully analyzing your face as her thumb slowly traced over your bottom lip.

“Are you sure?”

“I’ve never been more sure of anything. I want this. Please.”

Jessica made sure that you were comfortable with every layer of clothing she removed, allowing you to remove a piece of hers in return in a delicate trade off. Her touch was light and gentle as her fingertips grazed along every inch of your soft skin, focusing her lips on your neck to start, paying close attention to the spots that were the most sensitive and the ones that drew the most delectable noises out of you.

Her lips trailed down the column of your neck to your chest, exploring the valley between your breasts as her hand once again parted your thighs, using two fingers to collect some of your wetness to help her easily glide her fingers in tight-knit circles over your clit. Sucking one of your perky nipples into her mouth, she bit down on it gently as she slipped her first digit past your tight walls to distract you from the stretch, flicking her tongue repeatedly over the sensitive bud and tenderly grazing her teeth over it.

“How’s that feel, baby? Good?”

“So…so good, Jess.”

“You want more?”

“Please.”

Jessica took her time shuffling down the bed until she was laying in between your hips, teasing you with featherlight kisses along your inner thighs before you were begging her to touch you again. She hummed in appreciation when she licked a broad stripe up your soaked folds, eyes closing at the sweet taste you had to offer, wrapping her plump lips around your swollen clit to suck softly. She carefully slipped another finger into you and moaned against your core at the cry of her name you let out. The throbbing between her own thighs was getting almost unbearable, but this was about you.

She alternated between suckling softly at your clit and teasing it with her tongue while her fingers slowly stretched your walls with light scissoring motions. A proud smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth when the pads of her fingertips brushed along that spongy tissue in your depths that had you bucking your hips against her face, and she continued to stroke her fingers along it in a ‘come hither’ motion, her attention on your clit becoming more urgent and fervent the louder you moaned. 

“Jess…I…I’m…oh-”

A breathless gasp cut off your warning, and as your thighs seized up around her head and your hips rocked upwards hazardously, Jessica quickly removed her fingers and flattened her tongue against your cunt to capture the flow of your first orgasm of the night. 

Licking her lips in satisfaction, she swiftly moved to straddle your hips, her green eyes wild with a newfound hunger you had awoken in her that only you could satiate. She gently dug her fingertips into the soft flesh of your thigh to steady her own desire, waiting for you to come down from you high just so she could bring you to another one even further up.

“You okay, baby?”

“I’m…fucking perfect.”

Jessica’s full lips split into a dazzling grin as she gazed down at you, lightly caressing your cheek with her palm.

“Yes you are.”

“Um…just…give me a second, and I can-”

“You don’t have to do anything.”

“Jess, I wanna make you feel good too.”

“This is about you, baby. And trust me, making you feel good makes me feel really goddamn good.”

Staring up at Jessica, your lips parted slightly at the lust in her eyes, and you allowed yours to drink her naked body in fully as she sat above you. You had seen Jessica in nothing more than a bra and underwear before, but seeing her like this, so bare and vulnerable, felt so intimate. She was even more beautiful than you imagined. As your eyes traveled lower, a soft gasp flew past your parted lips seeing the way her pussy glistened as she sat on your hips with her thighs spread. Curiosity got the best of you, and as you reached out to explore, her hand swiftly caught your wrist causing you to whine.

“Jess, I wanna touch you too.”

“You can touch me later, pretty girl. Right now I wanna give you what you asked for. Can I do that?”

“Please.”

Jessica turned her body slightly sideways to drape one of her legs over your hips, and pulled one of your legs up to wrap around her waist, angling your bodies perfectly so that her cunt made contact with yours. As she gave an experimental movement of her hips, both of you hissed in pleasure at the contact of her clit grazing over yours, and you stared up at Jessica in awe as her mouth fell open.

“Oh, fuck.”

She gripped onto your hip tightly, being careful to mind her own strength as she started to rock her hips slowly against yours. It took every ounce of self control to maintain a steady, gentle pace when all she really wanted to do was fuck you through the floor down to the goddamn lobby. She didn’t think sex had ever felt this good and she wasn’t sure if it was being in love that made it feel different, or if it was just you, but she knew for a fact she would never be able to get enough now that she’d had a taste.

“Jess, more…please…”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes…yes…I want more.”

Jessica bent over slightly so that she could lean down to capture your lips in a heated kiss, moaning softly into your mouth as the new angle allowed her to rub against you even better. She wrapped her slender fingers around the base of your throat to have something to ground herself, staring deeply into your eyes with parted lips as she moved her hips faster, and grinded down against you harder. Your eyes were blown wide open with exhilaration and your mouth hung open, allowing staggered moans of pleasure and praises of Jessica’s name to fill her bedroom. 

She could feel that crest rising within herself, and she desperately wanted you to meet her at the edge of that cliff so that you could jump off together.

“You gonna come for me again, pretty girl?”

“Yes…God, yes…”

“Then come. Let me feel you, baby. Let go with me. Come on, you can do it. That’s…that’s it…just like…oh, just like that, fuck-”

Jessica squeezed her eyes shut when she felt that band within her snap, quickly letting go of your throat to reach out and grab onto the headboard, feeling the wood splinter under the force of her strength as a loud moan of your name ripped from her chest. She continued to fuck you roughly as cacophonous sounds of your intermixed cries of pleasure echoed throughout her apartment, moving her hips swiftly to help you ride out your second wave, and collapsing on top of your chest once the both of you were entirely spent.

Nuzzling her face into your neck, she hummed softly when she felt your fingers delicately moving through her dark hair, cradling onto the back of her neck as a soft giggle ruptured the silence.

“Wow.”

Jessica chuckled as she reluctantly pulled back so that she could see your face, arching one of her dark brows as she grinned down at you.

“Not bad for your first time.”

“I had a good teacher.”

Jessica felt like she was up in the fucking clouds as she gazed at you in pure adoration, bringing her hand up to gently cup your face as she pressed a soft kiss to your lips.

“Thank you for letting me be your first, and trusting me.”

“Thank you for being my first, and…well…for all of that.”

A rosy blush dusted over your cheeks as a shy smile covered your lips, and Jessica smirked as she leaned in to nuzzle her nose against yours.

“Anything for you.”

Letting out a sigh of complete content, you gazed up into Jessica’s eyes as you tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear.

“I love you, Jessica Jones.”

Jessica fought the lump that threatened to form in her throat and the tears that began to build in the corners of her eyes, pulling her mouth into a tender smile as her heart expanded to fill the entirety of her ribcage.

“I love you, Y/N Y/L/N.”

tags: @messymissy @dark-academia-slut @strawberry1042

[crusty-chronicles]

Airheaded S/O Headcannons #3 Robin (One Piece)

She absolutely adores you

What's that? You're incredibly stupid?

Come here sweet thing, Robin's here to help

Hmm? You're also incredibly strong? Aww, don't puff out your chest too much little warrior.

You're just too precious to risk getting hurt in battle.

You and Chopper are the most important people to her. (Shhh, don't tell the rest of the crew)

She absolutely babies you.

She can't help it, you have not a thought between those eyes.

You fell overboard and have a Devi Fruit?

She's there catching you with her powers just before you fall in

You're interested in archeology?

She's pulling out books and showing you how to identify types of ponyglyphs.

You hurt yourself wrestling with Luffy?

She's leading you hand in hand to Chopper's office.

God forbid you and Zoro leave to explore an island together.

A man with no sense of direction and an idiot who can't find theirs.

Absolute chaos.

She'll make Luffy or chopper go with you two if she can't.

You'd joined the crew a little bit before the CP9 incident.

Luffy had bought you on board with no other reason besides, "They're funny."

And pointing towards you chasing around the ship's doctor.

"Come here you little monster!!!! Let me squish your tiny face!!!" Promptly tripping afterwards and cracking the deck with your forehead.

You definitely fit in right after that.

She assumed you were strong from the start

The crew did have a track record for strong idiots after all. (Luffy, Zoro, Sanji)

As soon as the Marines attacked, you were one of the first ones to engage in battle.

Devil fruit or not, you sunk a whole ship by yourself.

Then you came back with that dopey look in your eyes and asked if you did good.

She's fond of you then, but becomes smitten during the fight at Enies Lobby.

When you saw Spandam kicking Robin while she struggled, you went ballistic.

Jumping, literally leaping hundreds of feet, just to reach her

You'd just about killed that goon with just one punch, and by the look on your face, you probably hoped you did.

You helped her up with the fondest look she's ever seen.

"Let's get you to Chopper, Luffy will take care of the rest. So don't worry anymore, promise me that."

And Robin's heart had never felt so full.

She had what she'd been missing for so long.

Friends, a makeshift family of outcasts.

Besides Sanji, you're the one checking in on her the most after that.

And she just about melts when you try (and fail) to read a story from one of her books to her.

She calls you her precious fool and occasionally love.

Baby is reserved for very special occasions

But not in the way you think

It's more of a "Let me help you with that, you baby" kind of way.

She waits you out for a confession, having a strong inkling you return her feelings.

You always volunteer to explore islands with her

You always reach for her hand to show her something cool you found.

And you get a little flustered when she compliments you or teases you.

You approached her with a small bouquet of wildflowers you found on the current island.

She half expects you to be subtle, but it's you

And you being you say-

"I picked these because I love you." 🥺🥺🥺

Cute.

So cute she melts, and accepts immediately.

She doesn't get jealous

She fully trusts you and knows you only have eyes for her

How does she know?

You tell her everyday you love her

Heart eyes and everything.

You also fight Sanji for her affections.

"SHE LOVES ME!!! 😡😡😡 YOUR FOOD WON'T TEMPT HER!!!"

"IT'S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS!!! AND YOU'RE NOT SMART ENOUGH TO APPRECIATE ROBIN FULLY!!!"

"EYEBROWS EYEBROWS EYEBROWS!!!

"YOU KNOW WHAT, YOU CAN JUST STARVE TONIGHT!!!"

She feeds you secretly

She does worry about you a lot though

Yes you're strong, but you're not invincible

She'd rather fight for you or besides you.

Don't worry her by taking off with Luffy will ya?

NEXT UP: Byakuya Kuchiki

An: Shorter head cannons because I've got Buddy Daddies on the mind and I want to binge.

MASTERLIST

[myuiis]

(same anon who asked for sinu analysis) well first off let me ask your thoughts on YeonhuixSinu

Despite my undying love for this man- I'll admit they're cute n all BUT I always felt it was undeveloped.

I don't know if it's just me but when Jason (I think) said he'd snitch about him being with neko to her I was confused back when he was still under the influence of those pills at workers. Like, Did I miss something? Did I forget something from the gaps between the arcs? Idk. But even if she was shown to be worried over Sinu, it didn't seem romantic at all especially that all the big deal girls cared too. PTJ also made it seem like an already established relationship and I'm still questioning when?? She seemed to know him well and all but no hinting of any romantic attraction was there, just your average big deal romanticism and admiration lol.

I understand that PTJ has to leave some details away for the sake of the pacing but I think he could've at least thrown some hints here and there.

ok yeah. so this won't be a super long post because i am tired but good lord i am very... lukewarm about sinu and yeonhui. im with you on the "who?" when yeonhui was mentioned again in 2a. now im glad that sinu is with someone he's happy with but man... sinu and yeonhui is just such a mid ship compared to literally anyone else he could've been shipped with. let me explain.

yeonhui's lack of presence in the story. now this is probably the main reason i find this ship so lackluster. how am i supposed to root for a ship when the female love interest is literally like npc #125? while she did have more presence than the other girls on the street, this isn't really a high bar considering ptj's track record writing female characters. and this isn't to say she was boring or had a bland personality either (even though she KINDA did...). she was strong and independent, stood up to samuel when he tried to extort them for money (iirc), bore the burden of sinu's sacrifice and stayed strong for big deal, and was there to comfort jake when he learned of the news. she could've been a REALLY interesting character because she was so strong and also stuck to her ideals in the same way sinu did, so they could've been such a power couple, had yeonhui been developed more. it would've been nice to see yeonhui and sinu strategize about how to protect big deal together, or see more of yeonhui bandaging and caring for sinu after he gets hurt, or seeing sinu bring yeonhui gifts and money... or anything, really. the two have barely have any substantial interactions over the entire arc besides the last part where sinu's about to sacrifice himself, so much so that it makes me wonder... who is this yeonhui person? why are they important again.

chemistry. this mainly comes up to personal preference but yeonhui and sinu feel more like an older sister-younger brother dynamic to me. yeonhui took sinu in as a child, fed, clothed, and cared for him, and then continues to take care of him as an adult, which comes off as big sis behavior. again, some people may like this dynamic romantically, but i personally find it super platonic and sibling-leaning.

other sinu ships. idk. just find it a LITTLE heteronormative that any man and woman who share a little bit of screentime together are instantly a couple while sinu and jake can be out here pulling "you are my everything" and "i came back to big deal for you and you alone, jake" moments, and they'll still be just "good bros". again, kind of up to personal preference, but if you compare yeonhui x sinu to jake x sinu or even samuel x sinu, there's a clear lack of interactions and chemistry for yeonhui x sinu

so yeah. thats kinda it. this ended up being way longer than i expected so im not gonna write a conclusion paragraph but those are my thoughts around yeonhui and sinu together romantically.

[ramblings-of-a-mad-cat]

Damn, with your track record of unpopular opinions and hot takes, I was sort of hoping you'd be TG. Ah well lol. Have you seen the S2 trailer?

I'm not really anything.

I've certainly made a number of posts supporting Team Liquorice over Team Broccoli (I prefer to use those names as I am uncomfortable calling any faction that House Velaryon associates with "The Blacks.") and I stand by pretty much everything I said in them, but if you want to see some Pro-Broccoli posts, I can make those too. I know it's cliche to call myself "Team Smallfolk" but I really am first and foremost on their side. I've always said that this war did not need to happen and it was within the Highborns' power to stop it, to prevent the common people from having to go through The Dance. All that needed to happen was for someone to concede. That's it. Literally all it would have taken, and to her credit, Rhaenyra considers doing this.

Team Broccoli have it tricky, because the show is framed around Rhaenyra, it centralizes her as the protagonist. It puts Alicent and her faction in the role of antagonists of Rhaenyra's story. Additionally...it' would be difficult to identify as a Green, because right out of the gate, you'd have to defend yourself and clarify that of course you're NOT a misogynist. The Broccoli faction is heavily associated with misogyny as they are trying to prevent a woman from taking the throne. Naturally, this doesn't mean that people who support Aegon over Rhaenyra are sexist - and if you're one of the people saying that...um, stop it. They are fictional characters in a fictional war. We really shouldn't be taking it that seriously, and it's disingenuous to act like misogyny is the only reason a fan might choose Aegon. Even the Hightowers don't really care that Rhaenyra is a woman. That's the basis they're using to seize the throne, but that's nothing more than a means to an end. If Rhaenyra were a man, they'd still want to seat Aegon, they'd just have to think of something else to justify it.

I have seen the trailers, and I love just about everything about them. I especially love how they gave us one for each team, that is genius. The only thing I don't love is how we're already getting a reduced count of episodes, from ten to eight. Particularly since this show is apparently only going to be four seasons or so, this hurts. Like, did you guys learn nothing from the last two seasons of Game of Thrones? All the negative reception they got for how rushed they felt? Even if they wanted to say, push certain battles back to Season 3 for the sake of budget, they could have stretched things out a little more, given the episodes, characters, and plots time to breathe. I don't know, it also just depends on how much content is available to be adapted.

Hey, here's a nice thing I can say about Team Broccoli. Your trailer slaps. Team Liquorice's trailer is just kind of average. Then again, the main reason the green trailer is better is because of the Aegon content. He's everywhere in this trailer and he is killing it, so I really hope this is a sign that they'll make him more important. Also, he now has the funniest line in the entire show so far. "To war then!" Like. Oh god. You absolute idiot, you slay me. Meanwhile, Rhaenyra's trailer is...fine. There's nothing wrong with it. I'm just glad they fixed Jace's hair. (And ruined Criston's, it's a tradeoff.) I love everything to do with Alicent and Rhaenys in these trailers, they really are setting up to be the voices of reason. How bout that scene of Alicent in the dress she wore back in episode one? I'm thinking dream sequence, because why would she still have that dress after all this time? There's also poor Helaena with a knife to her throat. That kills me, because I've read the books and I know what scene that is...

[csprslvt]

teachers aide pt.6

Summary: Abby supports and comforts reader in her mistakes and reader has never felt more loved WARNINGS: relationship trauma implied, reader is bpd coded (real af) and hates herself, but abby loves her.

Abby was the first person you went to. And when she pulled your shaking body into her strong embrace you couldn't help but to feel like you didn't deserve it. Like you were such a fuck up, like you would never deserve love, Ellie’s especially.

Eventually you calmed down enough to speak, after Abby consistently held you, telling you to not be sorry, to please just breathe, that everything was okay.

“You gonna tell me what's going on? Hm?” She spoke softly as if speaking to a wounded animal or a feral stray.

You shook your head, sitting across from her on her daybed, legs touching, enough distance to feel safe but enough touch to feel grounded.

“Im just such a fuck up.”

Abby's eyebrows furrowed in concern, “Why would you say that?”

“I kissed Ellie.”

“Oh.”

“Yea”

The aura in the room was uncomfortable and strained, had you ruined another friendship yet again? With such simple words?

“And you regret it?”

You snapped your head up at Abby, you hadn't expected those words.

“No? Yes? I don't know. I'm confused.``

“No you aren't.” Abby said sternly

“What?”

“You act dumb as if you're just confused about your feelings but you knew Ellie liked you, you knew she wanted you and you didn't reject her. A part of you,,, as much as I hate to admit it, wants her too.”

You looked at her blankly, her brutal honesty was not anticipated.

“And you know how I feel. I don't even have to say it.”

“Yea. Yes I do” you responded.

“So what do you want y/n? To mend things with Ellie? To lose her and forget? I see how you care for her, I see how you look at her. And I see how you look at me.” Abby said sternly, emphasis on her words.

“Do you want me?” She said, nervousness lacing her speech.

“Abby you treat me so well, like you understand, you think I deserve to be loved”

“You do deserve to be loved”

“Then why is it so hard for me to feel that way?”

“Is there something that's happened in the past? Someone who made you feel unworthy?”

For a minute, you wanted to lie, tell her no it's always been this way. But your track record wasn't great, every relationship you self destructed, every relationship you felt like a failure, a monster, unloveable.

“I guess so”

“Y/n, you never open up. You let me talk about my life, my family… my dad and you have never let me listen to the real problems I know you have.”

You tensed, it felt like an attack on your vulnerability or rather your inability to feel vulnerable, your fears.

“But you never lean on me, you never let me help you” Abby reached forward, holding your hands in her own calloused ones. “Never let me know you.” She spoke softly, rubbing your knuckles to sooth you. “ Never let me love you.”

You cringed.

“Please don't say that you do.”

“But I do.” Abby's expression was fearful, yet hopeful. “And I'm not the only one”

“I ruin everything.” You mumbled, jaw tense and eyebrows bunched together, it broke Abby's heart to see you so lost. “Everything I do, everyone I touch, everyone I let touch me.”

“I want so badly to just be normal. To be kind, soft, loving, to be loved. But I failed. I failed Ellie, I failed you, I failed myself especially.”

“You've never failed me.”

“But I have.”

“No, you don't get to decide how I feel or what I want or how to protect me. Pushing me away isn't going to help me, it won't protect me.”

“It's better than hurting you with my inadequacy.”

Eye contact at this point wasn't being maintained, It was too painful. Still Abby let go of your hands and moved to hold your face instead, her grasp was gentle, soft, loving. Everything you wanted to be Abby embodied.

“People who love each other, sometimes hurt each other.” Her words were the cooling ointment after the chemical burn, the ice pack on your very bruised heart and soul. “They don't want to, but people make mistakes. They hurt each other but they love enough to talk through it, to keep going.” Abby stroked your cheek, this close she smelt of pine and wood. “They don't give up on eachother. And I won't give up on you.”

Fuck,

Dont cry

Dont cry

Dont cry.

“I know you have a lot to do about Ellie. But I won't force you to do some stupid immature bullshit like pick between me or her. Whatever way you want me, need me I’ll remain. If you need a friend I'm here, I always will be. Even if I want to love you, I can't force you to let me in. I won't do that to you.”

If you weren't already falling for Abby, you certainly were now. How could you not with the way she speaks to you?

In the moment you hadn't realized the fat teardrops dripping down your flushed cheeks until Abby wiped them away. You didn't want to cry, you hated crying but it was an unstoppable salty stream. It wouldn't seem to go away. The concern in Abby's blue eyes grew and she looked at you like you mattered. Like you meant something.

“Thank you.” You wish you had it in you to say more, to show her your gratitude but her words took away all ability to speak.

Abby truly, honestly wanted to love you, wanted to know you. It was now your choice to let her.

“I think I need to get help.” You mumbled,Abby still caressing your face, wiping away the remnants of tears. She cracked a smile.

“There is nothing wrong with that. I went to grief counseling for a long time after my dad passed.”

“Well I dunno about going to therapy…”

“Y/n.”

“No I just mean like, I need to help myself, allow myself to feel and be loved…and I need to have a long conversation with Ellie.”

“Yea, very much so”

“Oh shut up” You said jokingly, a smile finally gracing your features again, Abby's heart melted. Here you were, tears stained in her arms, yet you still smiled.

The rest of the day you spent in Abby's dorm, you followed her to the gym and cafe, all successfully without being seen by Ellie. And for the first time in a long time, you felt loved.

Ellie on the other hand, she wasn't doing so hot. Promptly after kicking you out of her dorm her soft spot for you became her weakness. She was angry, so angry but she also hated to hurt you. She hated to love you. She made a mess of her dorm, thank god she didn't have a roommate courtesy of joel. And when she was done raging and realized what a mess she made she began to regret her actions, still she didn't admit it. She didn't want to be the first to apologize but she didn't want to lose you. It had been almost a year of her pining over you, of her having you as support and her best friend. She would miss you, she already missed you. She cleaned up her dorm and laid on her bed sheets, they still smelt of you. God, she had to wash them.

Notes:

Hello my readers! I have once again, been inconsistent in my updates I am so sorry, and the chapter was short. SO much has happened recently and it's hard to keep up, but I love writing and bringing you this story. Thank you all for your support. BUT I need suggestions on who reader ends up with, I'm still very conflicted. Please comment opinions and thoughts! Have an amazing day/night!

[away-ward]

How would the couples react to a teenage pregnancy?

Will & Emory

This boy would be surprised and ecstatic. For him, it's never too early to start his life with Emory, since he “knew” it was always meant to be them. Is he ready to be a dad? No chance. But he’s ready for any adventure with Emmy. Even better, she has no excuses now. They’ll be forever tied together. He can afford a baby (with mommy and daddy’s money). They can still go to school and do all the normal stuff; they’ll just do it together and with a little one. Jokingly tells people he was born to be Emmy's baby daddy? Since he’s his parent’s favorite, they’ll be disappointed in him for not being careful, but not for too long. Especially not after they see how cute the little one is. They fall in love instantly.

Emory would probably be devastated; would seriously consider abortion, or never telling Will and leaving Thunder Bay. Her fears of trapping him in her hellscape all coming true. If Will did find out despite her efforts, he would play the “I’m a part of this too” card, and try to convince her to stay and rely on him, which she would struggle with.

Most surprising would be Martin. Because Emory’s fears would be that Martin would be angry to find out about her and Will, and that would lead to him hurting her or the both of them. However, Martin said he would have loved it because it would be a access point for him. Whether that’s true or not, or if he would have snapped on impulse in the moment, isn’t really known. I’ll be honest, this is the part I’ve thought about the most, since nothing that Martin says can be trusted. If Martin was being truthful and that would have been his natural reaction, I think it would have actually given Emory more of a reason to run. It would be one thing to bring Martin’s physical abuse to light. It would be an something else entirely to give him a way to manipulate the Grayson’s through their grandchild.

I would love to think that the Grayson’s would have saved Emory. And knowing A.P., I doubt it would be any skin of his back to make Martin disappear from Emory’s life. It would be a matter of getting Emory to let them do it.

Damon & Winter

We know from the alternative scene, Damon wants to get Winter pregnant as away to keep her and control her, which is his particular brand of “love” in high school. If he found out that she was pregnant…well, the image that comes to mind is like a cat that ate the canary.

Winter would be furious, I think in either of the timelines but especially in canon. She's too young, she doesn't like Damon extending his control over her like that; she wanted a choice, not to be forever tied to him by accident. Still, if she did keep it, she'd love that baby with everything she had. She'd keep it and protect it from Damon.

The baby would definitely be a source of fighting for them.

If it was a boy (which, looking at Damon's track record...) Gabriel would be interested. Good chance he'll pull a Christiane 2.0 and take him away. If it's a girl, it's the Ashby's problem.

The Ashby's would seriously consider sending Winter away again. I just know her mom would ask if there were still those boarding schools for "girls like her," that took pregnant girls so they didn't disgrace the family. Her father would promptly walI her over to the town doc that performs all the abortions unwanted/accidentally pregnancies for Thunder Bay (but shhhh, that's a secret). If Winter wouldn't go through with an abortion (she'd have to really fight and scream to get her father to relent), she would consider closed adoption. Considering how angry she was, there's a chance she would have gone through with it. But I'm also thinking her love for Damon despite everything would keep her from being a 100% committed, and that small room for doubt would be enough.

Michael & Rika

This wouldn't happen to Michael. He wouldn't even touch Rika until she was 18 or close to it. If she did somehow, despite all this plans, become pregnant with his child, that's it. They're getting married and raising that thing together side by side, as faraway from his family as he could get. Her mom too, if she doesn't get sober real quick. No way is that going to be let around his kid.

For Rika, this is not how she planned it, but she always wanted Michael so maybe this was how it was meant to be. It's just like them to skip past all the nonsense of dating and getting to know each other. They already know they're made for each other, anyway. But she hates the idea that Michael thinks she tricked him or "planned" this. She wasn't poking holes in condoms or sabotaging her birth control, and she resents him for implying it.

They'd fight, they'd bicker, they'd annoy each other, but overall they'd be content and happy, approaching this new stage of their life with purpose and assurance that the other is going to try and be the best parent they could.

Kai & Banks

This also wouldn't happen to Kai, but it's way more likely to happen to him than to Michael. Especially with Banks involved. His brain shut down whenever she appeared in front of him. Honor bound, he would do whatever he could to make it right. He wouldn't love the idea of abortion (hard to tell if he's the type of Catholic that's completely against the idea, or if he's more along the lines of it's not my body though it's my baby, or if he's more like it's not okay for anyone else but this is my emergency so I'll ask for forgiveness (that he doesn't thinks he'll get... kai's weird)). Overall, if the baby is born and he has to tell his parents, he's going to have one giant shadow over his head. Of course he loves the baby. But this is just another way he's disappointed his father. But then Kai will go to college, and get his degree, get the job, get the salary that will provide the very best for his family. No more screwing up for him.

Basically, this would be something he beats himself up over but would not take him down.

There's a really good chance Banks never tells anyone and takes her self to the abortion clinic. Her fear that Gabriel would kick her out because she can't bring another mouth into his house - that was not the deal. Or ended up anything like her mom, chasing after to rich man to take care of a baby neither of them wanted. Not that she would chase after him. It's just the whole situation she'd want to avoid; it hits too close to home. And don't even bring up Damon finding out. I think she'd also be scared to mess the kid up. At seventeen, she doesn't think she's anywhere close to being mother material. Best to save this kid some pain before it understands. The only thing that might stop her is if Kai somehow found out and talked her out of it. But that would have to be one hell of a speech.

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I just gotta say how much I love the way they handled Adam tbh

Blake’s power over him came not from pursuing revenge, but from literally just not caring about him anymore. And that hurt him more than his death did.

The whole “You stalked me across anima, I don’t want anything to *do* with you” was amazing because it shows how much healthier Blake is now, and really solidifies that Adam’s death really is his own fault. He could have just left her alone, but his craving for vengeance and control ended up getting him killed in self-defense.

It really shows how the best revenge against power-hungry people is to remove their power, not to kill them.

This is a common theme among RWBY’s villains actually. Some people call some of the villains of RWBY “stupid”, but I think it’s more accurate to call them arrogant. Cinder, Adam, Ironwood, Watts, they all refuse to acknowledge certain parts of reality that don’t fit the narratives they cling to that make their actions feel justified. Cinder obviously got a wake-up call from Watts, but her arrogance reared it’s head again in betraying everyone who helped her and then lying to Salem.

I just….I love that RWBY villains tend to sow the seeds of their own destruction, and that RWBY recognizes that killing them isn’t really the clean answer it appears to be—it’s much better if they can be either reached, or depowered and put away. Killing a sentient creature—human, Faunus, whatever— in RWBY is always treated with tremendous weight. It’s something to avoid if at all possible. (It does have an issue with the Grimm being something we can justify excessive violence against, but issues with mindless hordes and dehumanization will be saved for another post)

And if you think it’s unrealistic for someone to be psychologically unable to process seemingly obvious truths like Cinder or Ironwood, you haven’t been paying attention to the United States, or even twitter the last three weeks. It’s not because people are stupid—they literally can’t accept certain narratives. Think about how much it hurt Cinder to realize that she wasn’t the brilliant mastermind with a perfect track record. She just sat down…and cried. Cinder. Crying.

I don’t think enough people really understand what the human brain is capable of when trying to protect us, or really think about the concept of identity and how it’s formed and the lengths the humans mind will go to sustain it. Or what losing that narrative of the self can do to someone.

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Do you think Beth really believed Rio was coming after them after the truck thing in 1.09? I always just assumed she was jumping to conclusions and was so far out of her depth ("He looked at me funny"), but was there something else to it? Did she really want to take him down deep down?

Hi Anon! Thank you for the ask! Idk if I have a super good answer though. I’ve always considered this scene more based on the mistakes Rio made in underestimating Beth’s reaction. IDK why I haven’t thought more in-depth about why she behaved the way she did.

Unless I’m misremembering, everything in that episode showed her anger, and none of her actions around Rio signified fear. I don’t think she was even jumping to conclusions about what he might do to them. I think she was just mad. Yet another man putting her in her place, taking away her power and her financial “security” because he decided her life for her. So she retaliated. Her “we’re good people” excuse was just a cover to get her girls on board. It’s the line she uses all the time to manipulate people (including Rio.) “I’m a good person. I’m a mother. I eat at P. F. Chang’s.”

The fact that this woman can never think through the consequences of her choices surrounding Rio truly astounds me. She cannot be so stupid to blindly lash out and expect nothing to happen to her. I’ve been kind of thinking about this irritating aspect of her behavior. The ways in which she hurts Rio over and over, even once she sees the actual hurt on him, she doesn’t stop. Contrast that with how she enables Dean over and over, who has a proven track record of lying to her and actively harming her. So it makes so little sense why she would lash out, even contrary to her own wellbeing, in this particular situation. She couldn’t have expected that he would be imprisoned forever just because she gave up some laundering details. So what then? Was it a cry for his attention? A cry to be seen? It’s gotta be. Her nihilistic tendencies come through so strong around Rio. He brings it out in her. So it’s like she doesn’t even care what happens to her, as long as he keeps looking at her, as long as she’s feeling that power he makes her feel.

Which brings us back to what was so polarizing about Beth to so many viewers — she’s selfish af. She doesn’t want to be. She’s torn. She keeps thinking if she just does one more shitty thing to Rio, she will prove her goodness to the universe. Prove that she’s worthy of having a husband who’s faithful, and children who don’t struggle with emotional disorders, and friends who choose her even over their own husbands. This woman has been abandoned and scarred so deeply in her formative years that she’s absolutely desperate to matter and to be chosen. (Kinda like someone else we know.) But Rio seems to be her one “safe space” to be herself. “Just being myself.” And while that may sound romantic (and it IS), it’s also toxic af because for her to be “herself” she has to all the time behave abusively (ugh, I hate that word because it isn’t quite accurate to their dynamic but idk what other thing to call it… maybe retaliatory?) toward Rio. He feeds the monster that she hides from others. He isn’t a “good person” so it’s fine for her to take her trauma out on him. And he keeps coming back for more. And he keeps wanting her despite it. It’s that good old cycle of abuse, continually perpetuated. They find so much warped validation in each other they can’t quit.

Anyway, I went off on a tangent. Sorry about that! These asks are so helpful in getting me back into a Brio state of mind. Reminds me how I love analyzing them. 😊 Makes me wanna not work and write Brio stories (that I’ve been stagnant on for like 2 months now 😩)

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So uh this is prob gonna come off as rude. but like, I understand that Marinette has done a lot (and I mean a lot) of questionable things. But like, she’s well-meaning and always apologizes in the end once she realizes the flaw in her actions and the ppl who it has hurt??? Yes, she shouldn’t have done a lot of things that she did, but 1) when she attempted to break in to Adrien’s house (again not at all okay, but maybe if the firefighter had done his job and told her off, it wouldn’t have happened at all) she was genuinely concerned about Adrien’s safety because she didn’t know how far Lila would go yet. And when she sent the video confessing on the same day Adrien’s mother died, she acknowledged this was an awful idea (“today is the worst day to do it, Tikki!”) but Tikki had convinced her otherwise. So again, not intentionally hurtful.

I just think that if you’re gonna give Marinette a lot of flack for the mistakes she made and learned from and made up for, you could at least acknowledge the stuff Adrien has done, didn’t learn from, and didn’t make up for (sexual harassment (and assault), enabling, etc, etc.)

You’ll probably ignore this but I just wanted to throw that out there.

Honestly if you want to see blogs where Adrien's shortcomings are acknowledged than you should just search the Adrien salt tag. I do think most of the blogs are dogshit because they flanderize the worst parts of Adrien to the extreme in an obsessed desire to circle jerk about why they hate him so much, but they do feature that kind of stuff if you feel like that its a problem you have with Adrien. I could try to compromise and include this stuff, but I don't want to, mainly because that would compromise on the prompts I make focusing on Marinette.

On that note, I want to go on record and say that I made this blog because aside from my personal hatred of this character, I did as a "fuck you" to all the adrien salt blogs where there are millions of posts about how he's a sexual stalker (even though I think its complete dogshit and those blogs only came about because of Adrien's high road comment from oblivio because "OH HE DIDNT IMMEDIATELY SIDE WITH MARINETTE SO HES BAD") but never a single post about why Marinette is also a shite character.

I made this blog specifically for that reason. To make posts about Marinette and her bullshit in the same salty format people do for Adrien, though admittedly even I failed to make the characters as OOC as other salters have done. So pardon me if I didnt want to make posts about Adrien, there are enough of those already.

And to counter you post saying that Marinette is "well meaning", let me say this:

Marinette has been a creepy stalker type character since her first episode. She had a planner tracking Adrien's every move (which was then hastily retconned 4 seasons later when it was pointed out as being a planner for all her friends) and has made multiple plans to try and seduce (or woo) him without so much care for his actual input in the matter, yet cant for the life of day simply ask him out. On that note, she would often go out of her way to prevent other girls from being with him, and even though some were rat bastards like Lila, it sure as hell wasn't care for her friend that inspired her to slander Lila in front of Adrien as Ladybug, causing her to cry and run away in Volpina. It got to a point where Marinette's desire to try and romance Adrien actively fucked over other characters, such as Juleka in Reflekdoll and the boys party in Party Crasher. She didn't HAVE to break into his house in Oni-Chan as she could have called him (or ask Nino if she could call Adrien) and warned him about Lila, but no she did it her way because fuck the rules when Marinette wants Adrien.

No I do not care season 5 is out, they are only stopping it so we can have some fake reverse love square drama bullshit that will be undone by the end of the season I SWEAR ON IT.

Even putting that aside, Marinette is also just a shite hero. Aside from some moral obligation to be a hero and being smart, there's nothing about her that remotely heroic, and most times fucks things up whenever the villains even get a single brain cell since most normal akumas are morons. She relies on others to help her win fights yet can be fucked to try and trust others and make the team work beyond demanding people to be her meatshields, to the point where even her partner that she worked with for 3+ years was getting fed up with it. Yet the second she messed up and cant rely on someone to save her sorry ass from a mess up, all she can do is cry like a bitch as some villain makes off with the entire miracle box. 3 years of hero experience and she ends up crying like a bitch.

But it doesnt matter anyway because everyone loves Marinette so much that they easily forgive her alter ego despite her MAJOR FUCK UP. Everyone in the show is obsessed with Marinette and Ladybug, to the point where they are even obsessed with her getting together with the supposed boy of her dreams, EVEN HER FUCKING EX WHO SHE BASICALLY GHOSTED FOR HALF THEIR RELATIONSHIP. As Ladybug its even worse as everyone is so happy and trusting to her (minus the villains) despite the fact she failed for 3 years to catch the one dude making all the butterflies, not because she was bad, but because she didnt try tracking him down, only confronting him when the villain himself stuck out his neck and got greedy.

I could talk about other stuff I dislike about her, but im just gonna sum it up and say that she's a Mary Sue in a world where there's no main protagonist to replace. If any other character was the main hero, she would be that character in a SI fanfic that ends up overtaking the main hero with her bullshit powers. THERE I SAID IT

On that note, im not changing my mind about how I feel about Marinette despite how much EVERYONE ELSE in the fandom wants to coddle her, and if you wanted Adrien salt in a MARINETTE SALT BLOG you should just look somewhere else. Also I didn't ignore your post so there's that I suppose.