#i mean if we stop being friends i would actually have no friends and that’s sad but to me that’s still better than being friends with

[golden-cherry]

deal - cl16 (31/?)

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader

Series Summary: Your whole life has gone to shit. Your boyfriend broke up with you, you just lost your job and the Monegasque, who suddenly stands in your doorway, claims that it’s his apartment.

Chapter Summary: The promised back massage - and friends help each other.

Warnings: 18+ (thigh riding, inexperienced!reader)

Word Count: 3.6k

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A/N: I'm so proud. Charlie won his home race! I'm still crying. feedback is appreciated!

"So?" asks Charles as you move further and further away from the beautiful house. "What do you think of them?"

You smile at him. "You have a really great family, Charles. Maybe a little wild, but it's obvious how much you love each other."

He looks at you briefly before returning his gaze to the road ahead. "I love them more than anything. Ever since my father died, we've taken every opportunity to spend time together." He swallows briefly. "We appreciate each other. And that's worth a lot."

You carefully reach for his hand, which is resting on the shift stick, and turn it so that you can interlace your fingers with his. You place it on your lap and stroke the back of his hand in gentle circles with your thumb. "Thank you for taking me here. It means a lot to me."

"Actually, I didn't have any other choice. I think my mother would have kicked down our front door if I kept you from her." Charles has to grin. "I definitely wouldn't have survived that."

"So that's how it is," you grin and let go of his hand with mock outrage. "So you only took me with you out of pure self-protection."

Before you can cross your arms in front of your chest, he grabs your hand again and brings it up to his mouth so that he can tentatively blow a kiss on your knuckles. "Do you believe me when I tell you that it's incredibly important to me that you know my family? And that you like them?"

You feel the heat rush to your face as he brushes his lips over the thin skin of your fingers. You take a quick breath and stare at him before nervously - and slightly turned on - looking away from him. "Maybe." You try to sound as nonchalant as possible and hope that Charles doesn't notice the tremble in your voice. "I'm definitely glad Arthur didn't do anything to you. I bet he was a kid back then who just bit other children."

Charles has to laugh at that. Loudly and fervently, and you don't know if he does it on purpose, but he presses your hand firmly against his muscular chest and holds it there. You feel the vibration under your fingertips and air rushing through his lungs, and his laughter is so infectious that you can't help but join in.

When he finally lets go of your hand, he wipes the tears from his face. He takes another deep breath before letting out one last laugh and then places his hand on your thigh like it's the most normal thing in the world. The warmth of his skin almost burns through the fabric of your clothes. You try not to let it show. "Believe me, mon amour. I should even have a scar from his teeth somewhere."

When you stop at a traffic light, Charles leans forward a little and pushes his back through. When you hear a few of his vertebrae crack, you grimace. "Does your back hurt?"

"A little." He leans back into the seat again, but stretches his neck to the side. "Not being able to lean back for hours is more uncomfortable than you think." When he glances at you out of the corner of his eye and smirks, you lightly punch his shoulder. 

"You idiot." Charles laughs in response. "You're just after a back massage!"

"You take what you can get." His hand squeezes your thigh. 

You roll your eyes. "You could have just asked for a massage, you know? I imagine the stool isn't the most comfortable piece of furniture."

Charles shrugs. "I didn't want it to be weird in any way."

Your gaze focuses on his slender fingers on your leg. "Do you mean because of this morning?" you ask meekly. 

"Actually -" Charles clears his throat. " Because of Arthur, actually. He was hinting at something and - I don't know." He steers the car onto the street where your apartment is. When he takes his hand off your thigh to change gear, you miss his touch. Without another word, he parks the Renault in the building's underground garage and without looking at you, you take the elevator to your apartment. 

The silence between you is a little awkward. The fact that you brought up the incident from this morning has somehow killed the mood and you'd like to slap yourself for it. You could have left it at that - after all, you had spoken to each other and agreed that everything was fine between you - but you had stupidly cast it in a different light.

You get ready for bed in separate rooms in silence. While Charles brushes his teeth in the bathroom, you change in the bedroom and slip into comfortable shorts and a shirt that you're not sure if it belongs to you or Charles. When you run into each other in the hallway, you don't look at each other, but pass each other with lowered eyes. 

In the bathroom, you splash cold water on your face and are about to bang your forehead against the porcelain of the sink. Until just now, the day had been wonderful. You met his wonderful family, had a fun evening and although you had a little slip-up this morning, Charles and you got on really well. Your friendship hasn't been tarnished and apparently you've been so good to each other that the Leclerc family think you're a couple. 

That's another thing you need to sort out. Between the two of you and definitely with his family. Even though you've only got to know the Leclercs properly since today, you've already grown fond of them and it doesn't feel right to fib to everyone. Above all, it doesn't feel right to Pascale, who has invited you into her home and insists that you spend Christmas with them. Pascale, who has such a big heart and didn't hesitate for a moment to take you into the family. 

It's not fair to her - even if a small part of you wants to keep things the way they are. Even if it doesn't reflect reality, the word girlfriend doesn't ring false in your ears. The thought of it makes you feel warm and somehow the blood tingles in your veins. 

You blame it on the long day you've had and the fact that you're too emotionally exhausted to put one and one together. How crazy would it be if you were actually Charles' girlfriend?

You immediately push the thought aside when you return to the bedroom and see Charles lying on the bed. He continues to scroll through his phone without looking at you and doesn't even glance at you as you slip under the covers on your side of the bed. 

You want to press your face into the pillow and scream, but you can't do that because it definitely wouldn't ease the tension in the air. You could also cry quietly to yourself, but Charles would notice even that. But you could also -

"Am I still getting the back massage?" Confused, you look over at your friend, who puts his cell phone aside and looks at you. He shrugs and then runs his hand through his hair. "You said I should just ask. And I thought I'd try my luck." His hand wanders over the comforter and when he finds yours, he intertwines your fingers. 

"Charles -" you begin, but you don't know how to finish the sentence. You're relieved that he doesn't take offense at your comment and wants to ease the situation by pretending nothing happened. You would love to kiss him for it. The thought sends a warm shiver down your spine.

"Sorry," Charles apologizes as he mistakes your awkwardness for hesitation. "It was a stupid idea. I just thought -"

"It's okay," you interrupt him and squeeze his hand, whereupon he squeezes back twice. "Apparently the stool was super uncomfortable. And friends help each other, don't they?" 

The Monegasque returns your gentle smile. "Friends help each other," he repeats, his gaze flickering briefly from your eyes to your lips and back again. " 'Um - should I take my shirt off? I think that would be smarter, don't you?"

Before you can say anything back, his hand disengages from yours and in one elegant movement he pulls the garment over his head and throws it to the other end of the bed. You watch the muscles in his back flex as he slides down the bed a little and lies on his stomach without hesitation, as if he can't wait another second. 

You have to strain to tear your gaze away from him. "I think I still have some body lotion somewhere." You quickly run back to the bathroom, where you spot the cream on the shelf next to the door, and sprint back to Charles, who has put his head in his hands and is smiling at you. You stand uncertainly in front of the bed, swaying from one foot to the other. "Where - I mean - how -?"

"Just sit on my legs," he says gently and pulls the blanket off him so that you can sit on top of him. "I think that's easier than from the side. Isn't it?"

"I - I don't know," you reply quietly and stop in your tracks. Of course, it would make more sense to sit astride his legs, but then you would also be sitting on him. And you definitely don't want things to get weird between you again. 

"Just sit down, please. I won't bite." Charles reaches out and grabs your hand to pull you towards him. He doesn't let go until you swing your leg over his and get comfortable on the back of his thigh. "See? It's not so bad, is it?"

You're glad he can't see how hard you're swallowing. The fine hairs tickle the soft skin on the inside of your thighs and heat shoots into your face as you slide your butt around to find the best possible position. When you finally find it, you remove the cap from the body lotion. "Careful, it might be a bit cold."

"It's okay, it can't be that bad - oh fuck!" Charles exclaims as you pour the contents of the bottle onto his back. Goosebumps immediately spread across his back and arms and you have to stifle your laughter. "Don't you dare laugh at me. My goodness, you could have warmed up the cream in your hand!"

"Sorry," you grin and close the bottle again before placing it on the bed next to your knee. "I thought it would be easier this way."

"It's definitely meaner," Charles replies, glancing over his shoulder at you. "You owe me a longer massage for that. At least half an hour." 

"No problem," you smile. You hope he doesn't notice your hesitation, because it takes a few seconds before your head commands your hands to rest on his broad back and spread the cream. With your fingers spread apart, you glide over his spine, his shoulder blades to his neck, where you feel the first lump under your fingertips. Slowly, but firmly, you press your thumb over the spot. 

And Charles moans shamelessly. "Fuck, that feels good." He closes his eyes as you continue to work on his neck. "I think you've missed your profession."

"You think so?" you ask softly. Your fingers glide to his hairline, his muscular neck and back over his shoulders. "Maybe I wouldn't be unemployed right now."

"I'd hire you in a heartbeat." As you press the side of his left shoulder blade with your thumbs, he exhales audibly. "Yeah, right there."

Smiling, you look at him before returning to your task. "I think you're too old for that stool. I'll sit on it next time."

"You're only saying that because you're hoping for a massage too." Charles' voice sounds rough and deep, completely relaxed. With his eyes closed, he enjoys your touch and misses you biting your lower lip. 

Your mouth goes dry at the thought of feeling his hands on your bare skin. You'd be only too happy to repeat this morning's incident if it meant that nothing would change between you. That you would remain friends. 

Nervously, you slide around on his legs. "Maybe."

You don't receive an answer. In comfortable silence, you run your hands over his back, pressing certain points in his muscles that make the Monegasque hum and moan softly. It's nice to know that he can let himself go with you and that you seem to be doing him good. 

Your hands wander down to the hem of his shorts and before you can really think about it, your thumbs slide just underneath so that you can massage the marks the shorts leave on his skin too. Charles takes a gasping breath and for a moment you think you've gone a step too far, but Charles doesn't even open his eyes as he speaks. 

"I miss this."

You tilt your head, even though he's not looking at you. "What do you mean?"

"Being touched," he answers your question quietly.

You pull your fingers out from under the hem and let them glide over his spine. "We touch each other."

Charles lets out a sigh. "I know. But - I don't know." His mouth twists into a thin line. "That's something else."

"Explain it to me." 

"It's been months since I've touched anyone, or vice versa. And I'm not talking about friendly touching. What we do," he explains. You don't know why your heart tightens as if it has heard bad news. 

Your fingers trail over his shoulders and then down his arm. Goosebumps spread under your fingertips. "Okay."

"Not that I don't think it's nice," he tries to get his act together. "I love it when I hold your hand or when we cuddle in bed. That's not even up for debate." When your fingers reach his wrist, he grabs them and squeezes them twice. "I don't know how to describe it." 

"What exactly do you mean by 'touch'?" you try to draw him out. "I mean, apparently there must be a difference between what you mean and what we do."

Charles shrugs and lets go of your hand so you can continue. "I miss having my hair played with. Or having my legs rubbed." Lying down, he runs his hand through his hair once, "I don't know."

You chew the inside of your cheek. "Do you mean - I don't know - like more intimate touching?" When you hear yourself say that, you try to turn it around again. "I mean - I'm not talking about sex. But rather that emotional connection? That you feel close to someone and touching them, like playing with your fingers or rubbing your arms, feels different?"

Charles turns his head in your direction so he can look at you. "I miss being touched more intimately. I really crave it." He turns under you so that he is now lying on his back. He leans on his elbows. You don't know where to put your hands, which is why you hold them strangely in the air. You try to fix your gaze on his face, but it flickers briefly to his abs. Something that doesn't escape Charles' notice. "What about you?"

"What about me?" 

"My relationship went down the drain months ago. It's obvious I'm touch starved." He sits up straight and reaches for your hands, placing them tentatively and hesitantly on his chest. "I can't stop thinking about this morning."

You can feel his heart beating under your palm and there's a sparkle in his beautiful green eyes. "We're friends," you state the obvious. The one you agreed on. 

Charles nods. "And I don't want that to change either. I really don't." He exhales and you feel his warm breath on your face. "But don't you miss it? Being touched? Being touched intimately?"

As he licks his lips, your brain shuts down for a moment. "I've never - I don't - I -" you stumble over your words and heat rushes to your cheeks. You don't know why you're confiding in him. You don't know why your hands are wandering from his chest up to his shoulders. The only thing you can feel is Charles' arm around you, pulling you closer to him. His one leg slides between yours so that you're sitting on his bare thigh. You just hope he can't feel your arousal pooling in your shorts.

"Mon amour," he whispers and brushes a strand of hair behind your ear with his other hand. From there, his fingers glide along the soft skin of your neck, over your collarbone, along your arm, until your fingers intertwine again. "Your shorts are pretty thin." He leans forward slightly and lays a feather-light kiss on your neck. You blow all the fuses. "I can feel you dripping for me. Let me help you." His hand settles on your hip and gently he pushes you back a little on his leg, but only to pull you forward again. Electricity shoots through your veins as you moan shamelessly into his face. "Friends help each other. All you have to do is say yes."

Something primal flares in his eyes as he brings your hand to his mouth and places his lips on your knuckles. A gentle gesture that is in complete contrast to how you feel inside. Fire blazes under your skin, heat coursing through your whole body as he places your hand against his cheek, then presses a kiss to your palm. "Nothing changes," you murmur, to which Charles nods. 

"Nothing changes," he confirms. "We stay friends." His hands slowly slide under your bottom, under the hem of your shorts. You feel his hot skin on yours as he rocks you back and forth on his thigh. "I promise."

Your crotch rubs against his leg with such relish and when the hem of your shorts catches on your clit, you burn out all your fuses. "Yes."

Charles' lips find your neck as his hands cup your ass and guide you over his leg. With your mouth open and your eyebrows furrowed, you dig your fingers into his shoulder blades. Pleasure pulses through your body as his mouth moves over your neck, sucking lightly on the thin skin but not lingering long enough to leave a mark. Each kiss is gentle, the complete opposite to his grip on your ass and the way he rubs you over him. 

"Charles." Your voice is little more than a sigh and you think you can feel his raging boner against your leg, but the thought quickly fades as one of his hands pulls away from you. Instantly you miss his touch, his skin on yours, but before you can do anything, his fingers reach into your hair to gently pull your head back. 

"I'm here, mon amour," he breathes against the newly won space on your neck. Gently, he sucks where your pulse is, and you think you feel his teeth against your skin for a moment. "I'm here."

You don't know where to put your hands, so you just use them to press his face closer to you. You feel his tongue at the point where your neck meets your shoulder and arch towards him. "Please."

You don't know what you're asking for, but Charles knows all the better for it. He rocks you over his leg, which is wet and slippery from your arousal, and as your knee gently bumps against his cock, he moans into your ear. 

Absently, your hands disengage from his hair and scrape down his chest to the hem of his shorts, but before you can go an inch further, his thumb and forefinger curl around your wrists. "Mon amour, today is about you," he murmurs, kissing your cheek as he notices your disappointed look. "Don't pout. Otherwise we'll stop here and now." 

You move over his thigh on your own and, without taking the chance, you nudge his boner again with your knee. "But you said -" you begin, but Charles lets go of your hands, only to hold them behind your back. 

"Nuh-uh." His lips find their place against your collarbone. Apparently he notices that you close your eyes, because his free hand rests gently against your throat. "Look at me, mon amour." His voice is no more than a gasp as you open your eyes and look up at him pleadingly. You want him closer, want to feel his lips on yours, his cock splitting you in half. You want him to ruin you for any other men.

You approach the cliff, willing yourself to plunge down it, but when you close your eyes again, Charles merely presses your lap against his leg, preventing you from moving any further. You look at him in shock. "Charles."

"Fuck, I love it when you say my name." He holds you tight, chest to chest, and you try to move somehow, to rub against him. And he lets you. His hand loosens from your wrists while the other continues to rest on the column of your throat, but doesn't squeeze. "Look at me, mon amour," he repeats to himself, shamelessly sliding his hand inside your shorts so he can cup your ass. With one final movement, he pulls you forward, the hem of your shorts rubbing perfectly over your swollen bundle of nerves and white lightning flashes through your veins. "Look at me when you come for me."

And you do.

[harrysfolklore]

charles and his childhood best friend but he's secretly in love with her pretty please

childhood friends to lovers is my favorite trope 🥺 i hope you like this

MASTERLIST | MY PATREON

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yourinstagram perks of your best friend being a formula one driver: you get to travel to cool places to see him work

📸 by my love @boyfriendsusername

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charlesfan1 the most beloved non wag is coming

charlesfan2 “📸by my love” charles was found fuming

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lilymhe i can’t wait to see you 💗 ♥︎ by author

charlesfan3 is her boyfriend going to the gp?? bc is he is we’re getting pissed off charles again lol

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charlesfan4 why does she have to take her boyfriend? 😫 actually can she break up with him and just get with charles ?

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yourinstagram cooking breakfast because running over my ex with a truck is not the right thing to do

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charlesfan1 PAUSE. SHE BROKE UP WITH THAT DUDE??

charlesfan2 okay sucks for her but i bet charles is jumping up and down 😭

francisca.cgomes It’s his loss 💗 Ilysm ♥︎ by author

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↳ carlosfan1 carlos what are you doing here charles would have your head if you ever try something with her

charlesfan3 ITS TIME FOR YN AND CHARLESSSSS LOVE STORY

charlesfan4 it’s kinda insensitive that you guys celebrate that she broke up with her boyfriend and the comments about how she should get with charles… she’s a human being who just had a breakup and charles is literally her best friend and nothing more

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charles_leclerc When your best friend is obssesed with all things aesthetic

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charlesfan1 LOVE OF MY LIFE

charlesfan2 he’s really the hottest man alive

landonorris Can she be my best friend too?

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f1gossip Charles Leclerc and YN out in Monaco tonight

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charlesfan1 BOYFRIEND AND GIRLFRIEND

charlesfan2 they’re both so pretty. they would make the hottest couple on the grid

charlesfan3 why don’t they just get together ffs 😭

↳ charlesfan1 streets say (and ny street i mean people from monaco) that charles has been smitten over her since they were kids but she always dated other guys

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yourinstagram i’ve known and loved this one since he was this little. growing up, we talked about what he would become countless of times, and in every single conversation i told him that he was going to achieve every single one of his dreams. today he drives the monaco circuit for the 6th time, and i know this year will be his year and monaco will finally love him back 🏆

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charlesfan1 AWEEEE

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Thank you for everything, I love you all ❤️🤍❤️🤍

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charlesfan1 PRINCE OF MONACO DID IT

schecoperez Bravo Charles! 👏

charlesfan2 IM STILL CRYING

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charlesfan3 HE DID IT FINALLY

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yourinstagram when we were 15 i told him that i would be his girlfriend the day he won the monaco grand prix. i guess it's time 🤍

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charlesfan1 AND IM CRYING AGAIN

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[deluweil]

Thanks for your response to that other anon about Tommy; you’re totally right. I also was intrigued, even liked him and Buck after their first kiss. But his closet comment and behavior on their first date, like he didn’t care that Buck has LITERALLY just figured out his bisexuality and that’s A LOT to process, his dismissive attitude towards Buck’s ideas and feelings (the bachelor party henley, the “enjoy it while it lasts” at the medal ceremony)….and then add in the way some fans have gone 0 to 100 on them so quickly, even calling them endgame, and likely at least in part JUST because it’s two men…it’s become such a turn off. I was neutral, even wanted to like them at first, but now am counting the days until it ends. And it’s not because I’m a BoB or would dislike any Buck LI that isn’t Eddie. And I don’t agree with anyone getting HATE (we can sideeye and judge people’s actions ($cameos$) But I think seeing Buck in a canon male/male relationship has caused some people to lose their damn minds. Ship and let ship! Stay in your sandbox, we’ll stay in ours!

LOL I am so removed from all the crowing bummies that I have to ask wth is BoB?

I actually went to look it up and found some interesting options, I am going with this one:

"Bob" is a generic and common name, and using it can be a way of avoiding formalities or creating a relaxed and approachable atmosphere

If you have the other meaning go ahead and tell me, like bummies I understand what benefits me in the moment😂

I kinda wish ppl will look up the meaning of "comphet" (I actually looked it up) that Ryan keeps bringing up in his interviews - that way ppl can stop saying crap things about him being the one to derail Eddie-T because he was supposedly against it. - Which is bullshit, Tim repeatedly said it was because the Natalia actress couldn't come back and M actress could. - Also, Originally T was supposed to be Lucy, she just couldn't come back so they took Lou in a pinch, so Obviously the endgame sure as shit wasn't the pilot.

And you're right, T's attitude was condescending at best, I was talking about it with a mutual the other day, and said that if they really had an interest to build BT properly, also by the time they came up with BT they knew they were being renewed for S8, they could have slowed into this. Actually make Buck's coming out story, a coming out story, not "So first date was a bust, how bout you come to my sister's wedding?" like who does that?

They could have started as friends with Lou being a gay guru, they could have had private dates until Buck was actually out to everyone and ready to be seen in public.

There could have been feelings involved that developed over time.

I gave the example of Tim-Ashley vs Nolan-Bailey from The Rookie, while Ashley was fairly kept to the background (btw she got more screen time than T, just saying) while Bailey was constantly and still being weaved into the story, intricated into Nolan's life, because he was meant to end up with her.

What ppl, who seem to have never watched good tv in their lives, don't seem to understand is that there is a way to write a story, and 911 not only screwed up spectacularly with Buck and Eddie's storylines, but they managed to make it clear from the get go that any LI to come along would be written just bad enough for it to be clear that they are not lasting.

Even furious, Eddie never walked away from Buck. Even when Buck was an asshole in 2x01, Eddie stood his ground and insisted they sort it through making it clear that they are on the same side, that he cares about him and wanting to be his friend. - His partner, a team.

Tommy, like all his predecessors, walked away as soon as something didn't fit his little comfort zone. Tommy walked away on that first date, he didn't contact Buck after that, Buck had to make contact and apologize for not being comfortable on his first date with a guy, like how messed up is that?

And Tommy's little acid retort in front of Eddie in the restaurant before that? From the side it's hilarious for someone who was never in that position. It was mean and uncalled for, but not exactly a surprise because T was never much of am understanding person, he was pretty much an ass from the get go in S2, only difference now is that he is out of the closet.

How did Athena put it when Michael first brought his new bf home after they got divorced? "If Michael had cheated on me with a woman, no one would have expected me to slap on a fake smile and welcome her into my home."

And that is exactly what the GA expects us to do, so what if Buck injured Eddie for attention? He's bi now.

So what if T was an ass and pretty much dismissive towards Buck and talks to him often in a bored way like one talks to a child? He's gay now.

A certain sexual preference does not excuse bad behavior. A person's behavior is supposed to be taken at face value, and not excused just because that person is now seeing someone who happens to be of the same gender.

Crappy behavior is just that - crappy behavior - equal accountability and all that.

I actually liked Taylor for Buck in S2, I think Lucy could have been perfect for him in S5, but the writers made sure to smear their characters in the eyes of the GA from the beginning, thus ending up with another failed relationship, while Buck's relationship with Eddie thrives from one episode to another for the last 7 seasons. One has to wonder about that even if they don't ship buddie.

Same pattern here with T. I was prepared to like him with Buck, I was prepared to see Buck making his way out of the closet with someone who would make him feel safe to do it, not kiss him unprepared under the pretense of coming originally on Eddie's behalf. Not that crap show that was that restaurant date. Not Buck apologizing after feeling insecure and exposed in public for the first time out of the closet and so many other things. - I'm getting the same vibes as Taylor looking through her phone in disinterest in 4x11 as Buck recites some google fact.

And you're right, the fans going from 0-200 after one kiss was just ridiculous, like chill people have you never seen two men kiss before?

I have, on screen and in RL, I grew up with lovely lgbtq+ friends from childhood, it's not all that. When my gay best friend dated someone who didn't treat him right, I told him to get rid of him. When my cousin's gf treated her like property and like she owes her something I urged her to find a better more nurturing person to be happy with.

Two men kissing is not endgame making, hell, from experience two men having sex (hot as it is) is not endgame making.

Love, passion, trust, security, fun, friends gatherings where they're cute and gross, can be made into a healthy endgame making relationship.

Buck and Tommy have physical attraction, they make for a steamy picture but nothing else.

And Lou, I am just... I don't know, I would have preferred not to find out the things he's done as cast of 911, I am just so disappointed.

I loved Lou, now it's just meh. Like he's trying to make as much money as he can before he finishes his way in the show is all kinds of wrong. Also very misleading to the ppl who are hanging on his every word. (And I don't think Oliver likes it either, he is pointedly ignoring any scene with T, not promoting anything that doesn't involve Eddie and Christopher or Buck's own development).

Even Ryan didn't know he was going to get shot until he got the 4x13 script, he was sure he was being killed off until he talked to whoever was showrunner at the time lol.

So Lou can't know he just talks out of his ass and make himself look bad in the process.

And I agree, ppl should be free to ship whoever they desire, but they are not entitled to force their desires upon others, I'm talking about both sides of the ships not just one. (Although I gotta say I've never got hate asks until a certain ship popped up this season. A lot of hateful - now blocked anons - that I refused to give stage to.)

These toxic battles are useless and made this season worse than it's writing.

All that's left is kick back and hope this season's last episode can salvage the poor and repetitive storylines we got this season, - I mean even Henren and Bathena got a replay of S4.

And don't even get me started of the fart shaped storyline Eddie got after switching last minute.

I'm tired lol

didn't mean for this to become this long monster, If you made it this far thank you, sending LOTS of love. ❤️

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Overreaction - An AvM Fic

[This was done with the full intention of stopping the villainization of the GC in relation to the recent episode!]

The applause began to gradually subside, the audience thanking the incredible show that was put on for them and saying goodbye to the sticks on the stage.

That is, with the exception of one.

A little after the curtains closed as they had initially opened, the four friends got together and dug through the rubble in the center of the stage, pulling out an unconscious Green.

Bringing him back from the stage they sat him down in a seat as they settled in for the tiring day.

Nothing went as planned, but that doesn't mean they didn't have fun. Even Second Coming had fun, and they usually bother with a lot of noise, especially when it's time to sleep.

They talked for a few minutes until Green began to regain consciousness, Blue had placed a bag of ice on his head knowing that it might be hurting. Green opened his eyes looking around to see the others, talking friendly as if nothing had happened.

"Green! You're awake, thank goodness." Blue celebrated by placing a hand on his relieved chest, he knew his friend would be fine but he still worried.

"F-fine?? Today was a disaster!!" Green raised his voice, feeling pain and squeezing the ice bag lightly.

"Green, look on the bright side, everyone loved the show!" Red extended his arms while Yellow removed his bow tie, trying not to be hit by the younger's arms.

"Yeah, a show I didn't plan!!" He crosses his arms frustrated looking to the side.

"Well, we did what we could, we stole the show back from those silverfish and it was actually fun!"

"Fun? FUN??" Green stood up, his tone becoming more serious and loud, "this has nothing to do with fun, everything was supposed to be perfect!! that square rat ruined my show that I worked for MONTHS to give the most perfect performance ever!!" Red shrank into their seat, feeling smaller compared to Green who was raising his voice more and more.

"Green, I know this was important to you, but we had fun, we asked you to join us and you didn't want to!" Blue takes Green by the shoulder asking for his attention.

"And also, one of the things about working on a stick is, in unplanned situations, improvise!" Yellow continues, placing a hand on Red's calming them, "and that's what we did, the silverfish were attacking you and we made a distraction for them to change their focus, and it worked!" Green looks at her in surprise, his frustrated expression changing to a sad one.

"Green..." Second, who had been silent for a while, takes a step forward, "We only accepted this because we wanted to make you happy, but especially because we wanted to have fun with you." They break into a smile, brushing Green's cheek with their thumb.

"Yeah, man. So what if it didn't go as expected? The important thing is to have fun!" Blue strokes Green's back gently, making him even more silent.

Green was so obsessed with perfection that he didn't think much about how his friends felt about everything. They saved him from the silverfish, they saved the show, everyone loved what they did, maybe he should just rest, it was all making his head hurt more and more.

"I... My head hurts..." Blue laughs putting his arm around him. Green felt his eyes watering, upon noticing this Second just hugged him.

"I'm sorry it seemed like we didn't take this seriously." They say with a smile, "But sometimes you don't need to make everything perfect either, no one will judge you for making mistakes." This makes Green look at them, wiping away his tears as he hugs his friend back.

"Sorry for being a pain in the ass..."

"You weren't, you just have to see things on the positive side."

This makes Green smile lightly, Red also hugs him, placing his arms around his neck.

"But seriously, my head hurts, I just want to sleep for now..." the others laugh and start to come out from behind the stage.

"In fact, if you want, I can ask the silverfish to apologize!" Red states with his arms behind his back but Green just waves it off.

"Nha, it doesn't matter." he says in a slight inconsistent tone rolling his eyes, he was still mad at the mob, but at the moment he only thought about one thing, sleep.

In the end, none of them were really to blame, and Green could never resent his dear friends, after all, without them he would never have escaped the silverfish. 

It's not like they were the ones who brought the mob to the stage, they were probably just curious about the music and wanted to participate, like them when they discovered the note blocks for the first time. 

So as much as he still doesn't like the mob, he couldn't blame the little creature for being curious and wanting to have fun, and honestly, what a talented opponent, Green hasn't seen such a talented mob since the music universe, which reminds him.

"Oh damn it! Purple and MT!!" he facepalms, remembering that their friend was watching the whole thing, "I don't know what they thought of the show!!" Blue holds back his laughter, patting Green on the shoulder.

"Okay, MT seems to have just been shocked by the power of the staff, and he probably regrets giving it to us..." Yellow replies, lowering her head in embarrassment. 

Red and Second laugh while Green blushes in embarrassment.

"Green!" Purple's voice echoed from across the room, "Ah, I'm glad you're okay!" They smiled seeing them, MT was right behind him with a worried look.

"You children should be more careful the next time you use the staff, I almost had a heart attack!" he clutches the suit close to his chest.

"Ha, I should have seen what happened months ago-" Red covers Blue's mouth before she can say anything else, looking at MT with a nervous expression.

"Okay, just don't cause the end of the world because of that one thing." He sighs in relief, sliding his hand across his forehead to the back of his neck.

"I'm sorry the show wasn't what you expected." Purple holds Green's hand gently between theirs, Green could only laugh nervously.

"It's ok, at least I tried..." he looks to the side, still visibly upset, "but who knows? Maybe next time it won't be a disaster?" he laughs and Purple smiles.

"That's great, but let me tell you, it was really fun to watch you fight that silverfish! Especially when you did that little dance!" They laugh and Green blushes embarrassed, they didn't expect them to focus on that dance.

"Anyway, I had fun, even if it wasn't perfect." Their smile calmed his anxiety, and looking at the others he could see that indeed his reaction, though justified, was unnecessary.

After saying goodbye and going their separate ways, Green was taken back to their house and threw himself on their couch, Blue sat next to him while Second took a blanket to cover him.

Slowly as the others gathered around him, he fell asleep with his head lying in Blue's lap, smiling knowing that his friends would always be there for him, even when he made mistakes.

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While I'm still thinking about it--and I might go into more detail about it later--what kills me about Journey to Babel is that Spock has clearly chosen to go No Contact with both of his parents. He's in the human equivalent of his 30s. He's the best first officer in Starfleet (McCoy himself said it in Operation: Annihilate!). Like, he's an adult, distinguished in his career, and has two friends he'd give his life for (can not overstate his relationship with McCoy, he was also chosen to go to Vulcan for Spock's marriage ceremony, there's the whole "a doctor is more important than a first officer" in The Cloud Minders, etc.). Spock has created a whole life in the 18 years that he stopped speaking to his father and in the 4 years he stopped speaking to his mother, but one mission--by sheer chance--brings them together on the same ship. Spock can no longer avoid them, and we, as the audience, get to see why Spock would turn his back on generations of tradition and Vulcan philosophy itself to join Starfleet. We get to watch Sarek calmly, unemotionally, and oh-so logically chide his adult son for not being Vulcan enough, the one point of shame that Spock lives with. And then Amanda jokes about Spock's sehlat, plays up his humanity to McCoy who is all too happy to hear of Spock's human side, again compounding that shame from another angle and for all to hear and see. True, Spock doesn't show it emotionally. He does know how to suppress his emotions, but it's hard to watch and see how Spock slowly withdraws deeper into himself and uses his job as a shield to avoid confronting and talking to his parents because his parents have never heard him or seen him for who he is.

Actually wait. As a quick addition: what gets me about this clip in particular is that Amanda is human. To her, this is a light-hearted anecdote, but she looks at Spock before telling it. Spock looks down. He does not nod his head or verbally say "yes," he looks down as if to say, "Please, don't." But she says it anyway. Like. If that isn't the encapsulation of all that is wrong with his relationship to his parents. (I could be wrong in my reading of what Spock looking down means, but the fact that he later clarifies that sehlats are not cute teddy bears reinforces the fact that Spock is upset about his mother speaking about his childhood.)

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Wrecked (Part 5)

Pairing: Alpha Frank Castle x Omega Reader, Alpha Billy Russo x Omega Reader

Trigger Warnings: References to infertility, love triangle, smut

Summary: When Frank Castle found his way to your small town bar, you thought you had finally found your Alpha despite being a "wrecked omega" but when his best friend, Billy Russo, blows through town, your world tilts on its axis. You thought you found your happy ending but was it just more wreckage for your life?

A/N: Thank you to my beta reader and hype princess, @whisperlullaby

Wrecked Masterlist

Sunday, you slept in. All of the emotions of the last two days had drained you and it was after 2pm when you woke. The cabin was eerily quiet as you walked to the kitchen. Scrawled on a notepad was a message from Frank. He had taken Billy fishing up the creek. You couldn’t stop the little laugh that escaped picturing the city boys with poles. 

You sobered quickly when memories of last night flashed through your mind. The discussion with Billy made you angry all over again, but thinking of how you used Frank made you angry with yourself. You had used him partly to assure yourself he still wanted you and partly to hurt Billy. You wanted to show him that he was wrong. You told yourself that Frank would stay but the truth was, you didn’t trust that he would either. It made you wonder if you love Frank because of who he is or if you love him because he’s available. It's not like there are Alphas or anyone lining up at the door for you. 

The thought struck you then that Billy had barely reacted to the fact that you were infertile. He had made no comments about it at all, only expressed a moment of sympathy before reassuring you. He hadn’t recoiled or reacted in any way really. If anything, it had seemed to make him more interested. You shook your head at that thought. No Alpha wanted a broken Omega. Even Frank’s choice to mate you is out of some pity, protective instinct, or convenience.

You pull yourself out of your thoughts, eat a quick sandwich, and head back to your room. You get ready and head to work a little early. You didn’t want to see them and, hopefully, they’d decide to stay at the cabin tonight. It was all too much for you right now. 

One of the first things you do when you get there is work on an ad for another bartender. You had to have more help to allow you to breathe. Maybe even to get away. The mere thought of leaving town gave you a lift. Fear of the unknown has tied you to this place. It was all you knew and so, you stayed.You had anchored yourself here with the bar. You may be the wrecked Omega that not even your own family wanted, but buying the bar had secured your place in the town. They had to accept you, at least in part. 

“Oh, hey, it’s you,” Jordan’s voice pulls you out of your thoughts. 

“Hey. Yeah, needed to get some things done. How’s it going?” You ask. 

“Good. What are you working on?” Jordan peeks over your shoulder. 

“An ad for a new bartender,” you show him your notebook. 

“That’s, uh, that’s cool. I actually needed to talk to you about something.”

“You wanna be a bartender?” You joke, hoping he isn’t quitting.

“I mean, I’m always up for learning new things but, uh, the thing is, see, I have this friend, Robbie. He’s kinda looking to start over and I mentioned that I have an extra bedroom. He’s a mechanic by trade but he’d be willing to help out and do whatever to stay for a while. He’s a good guy,” Jordan looks at you for your reaction. 

“He’s an Alpha, too?” you ask warily. 

“No, he’s actually a Beta but he was a bit of a hot head in his youth,” Jordan smiles. 

“Shut up. You’re still in your youth,” you laugh. 

“So, what do you say?”

You study him for him a moment before replying, “I trust you so I’m cool with it. I want to meet him when he gets here and we can see what can be worked out. If he ends up staying long term, we’ll need to renegotiate your lease. Fair?” 

“Yeah, fair. Thanks,” Jordan grins. 

“Okay, now get your Alpha stink away from me. I’ve got work to do,” you tease. 

“Alright, alright, I’ll see you later,” Jordan heads back towards the apartment.

After making yourself a soda, you head to the back room that serves as your office. You work on paying bills and reconciling the bank statements. The bar was doing well. You were considering adding another pool table with the profits but first and foremost, you need to add staff. 

Sunday nights are usually steady but not super busy and you were happy this one followed the pattern. People came in and out, played pool, danced to the jukebox, socialized, and by the time 1am rolled around, the place was pretty much dead. You gave Jordan the signal for last call and ran the remaining tabs. A quick close down and he walked you to your car. 

The drive home gave you time to wonder if Frank and Billy would still be awake. You were a little surprised (and a bit relieved) that they hadn’t come by the bar. Hopefully, fishing had worn them out and you could just slip into bed unnoticed. You were still angry with yourself over your actions the night before. It was stupid and petty and just wrong. 

You were grateful for the dark house as you arrived. You slipped inside silently, carefully removing your shoes and setting your things down by the front door. You step over the creaky board near the entrance but pull up short when a voice drifts through the dark, “You’re earlier than I expected.”

Stifling a gasp, you turn a lamp on and blink as your eyes adjust. Billy is on the couch, glass in hand, and long legs propped on the coffee table. The decanter of whiskey next to him was running low, telling you he had been drinking for quite a while. 

“And you’re drunk. I’m going to bed.”

“I’m not drunk. Just enjoying this fine scotch you provided,” Billy raises his glass to you. 

“While laying in wait for me?” You snark. 

“I have to leave tomorrow. Wanted to see you one last time before I go,” Billy stands as he speaks. 

“Well, you've seen me,” was your smart-ass reply. You walk past the couch, heading to your room. 

“Gonna put on another show again tonight?” 

The coldly spoken words stop you in your tracks. Looking back at him, your anger builds at the sneer on his face. 

“What's the matter, Billy? Jealous?” You give him a knowing smirk and turn away. 

He grabs your arm, pushes your back against the wall, and pins you in place. 

“Yes,” he growls. 

Your mouth falls open at his confession. You stare at him, lost for words. 

“Yes, I was jealous. If you think I didn’t lay in that room listening to every sound you made, imagining that it was me with you, pulling those sounds from you, making you come until your eyes rolled back in your head, you are sorely, sorely mistaken,” his voice had softened as he spoke until it was caressing you, mesmerizing you. He had closed the meager distance between you until you were touching. His face was close to yours and you couldn’t stop your eyes from drifting to his mouth. His scent surrounded you and you couldn't get enough. 

Releasing your arms, he cradles your jaw. His long fingers ghost over your mating gland. It was a liberty even Frank didn’t take often and your eyes fluttered closed against your better judgment. Billy takes the advantage to tilt your head to one side and buries his nose in the delicate skin of your neck. 

“God your scent. I can’t get enough of it,” he whispers. 

You put your hands on his chest, telling yourself to push him away but then his lips slide across your skin to your gland. Your mouth fell open at the sensation and when his tongue glided over that spot, your hands clenched his shirt. 

“If you smell this good, you must taste amazing,” he says against your skin, sending shivers down your spine to pool in your panties. You were already wet, now you were gushing. You clit throbbed begging for any friction. As if hearing your thoughts, he brings his body against yours, his hard cock pressing against your mound. You let out a small whimper at the contact. 

“Fuck, I want you,” Billy’s teeth scraped over your scent gland, a liberty no man, especially no Alpha, had ever taken. His hips made rhythmic movements that had your nipples tightening as you moved with him. Your breath caught as you lost yourself in the sensations and when his teeth scraped sharply over your mating gland a second time, you came. Unexpectedly, incomprehensibly, but undeniably. You let out a small cry and your body spasmed causing you to pull him more firmly against you. 

“D- Did you just…?” Billy lets the question trail off.

You snapped out of whatever trance he had put you under. Pushing him away, you seeth, “Get off of me!” Your anger at yourself spilling out onto him. You felt ashamed and stupid. You had fallen for his damn tricks again. What was this game for him? You didn’t understand. What was wrong with you?

“Why? You sure as hell seemed to be enjoying it!” Billy growls.

“Because I’m not yours! Stay away from me! Why-” your voice breaks but you force yourself to continue, “Why are you doing this?”

Billy stares as if his dark eyes were looking into your soul, “Because I can’t help myself.”

“Why?!?”

“I’ve never met anyone like you,” his voice softens. 

“I’m just a stupid, wrecked Omega!”

“Don’t ever say that again! You’re perfect!” Billy stalked closer, his jaw clenched. 

“I’m not even a real Omega! I can’t have children. I’ll never give you or anyone pups!”

Billy forces you back against the wall and grabs your arms, “Then I’m just a stupid, broken Alpha. Because I’ve never for a moment wanted them. So, to me, that makes you perfect.”

“Don’t lie to me,” you spit.

“I’m not. I’ve never had the instinct to make pups and I’ve always steered clear of Omegas in heat.”

You stare at him, mouth agape. His eyes drift to your lips and he leans in, intent on kissing you but you turn your head. Putting your hands up, you say quietly, “We can’t. We can’t do this to Frank. None of this matters anyway.”

“What do you mean?” Billy steps back from you. 

“Because you won’t stay either,” you shake your head and walk towards your bedroom. 

“I can’t stay,” Billy says to your back, “But I’d find a way to make it work. To be with you.”

You pause, looking up to the ceiling to combat the tears that threaten to fall. After a moment, you look over your shoulder and say the words that make the knot in your stomach tighten, “Goodbye, Billy.” You knew you’d never see him again. His words made you yearn for him but you knew they would disappear into the wind just as he would disappear down the road. 

“See you next time, gorgeous,” Billy promised. 

When you woke the next day, Frank and Billy were both gone. You knew Frank had to be at work early and you were glad that Billy had decided to get on the road. Life as you know it would hopefully stop tilting on its axis, trying to hurl you off of it. 

You pondered the way that Billy’s appearance made everything seem different. It had started with Cecily, remembering her hateful words made you feel sick. Was that really what she thought of you? Although, you can’t blame her for thinking the same things you do. Somehow, despite the utter disdain of your entire family and this god-forsaken town, you had managed to build a business. You had carved out a niche for yourself, a place where the rest of the town, mostly, let you exist in peace. But, now, you wonder what kind of life you built? It had been mostly solitary until Frank walked into your bar. Even with his presence you never felt at ease with your relationship and shouldn't you after all this time?

You were so lost in thought you nearly missed the envelope laying on the counter with your name on it. Letting out a sigh you stare at it wondering if you should rip it to pieces, but your curiosity got the better of you. You tear it open and pull out a small note written in a slanting, masculine hand.

Gorgeous,  Thanks for letting me crash at your place. I meant every word I said last night. If you ever need anything I’ll be here,  Billy

His phone number was scrawled under his name. The note was carefully worded. He obviously wanted to ensure that it would seem innocuous to anyone else but you knew the deeper meaning behind those words. 

Scoffing at his arrogance, you chuck the note in the garbage. You stared at the paper where it landed as if frozen. You didn’t know what to do with yourself. Suddenly, it was as if the air had been sucked from the room and you’d thrown away your only lifeline. Snatching the note out of the trash, you take it to your bedroom and tuck it into the bottom of a drawer. Just in case. One day Frank might need him or something. 

Deciding to clean the spare bedroom, you head there. You’d strip the bed and wash everything you decided. His scent hit you the moment you opened the door. He could have been standing right beside you for the strength of it. Your eyes flutter close as you breathe deeply. Drifting over to the bed, you grab a wayward pillow, ostensibly to remove the case but find your face buried in it instead. After a few moments, you chide yourself, “What are you doing?”

Shaking your head, you retreat from the space. You would clean another day. As you close the door, you feel tears well and you don't know why. Or can’t admit it to yourself. How had your world turned upside down in only three days?

–

Things fell back into routine over the week. Frank was picking up some overtime so he came to the bar less than he normally did. You rarely saw each other awake outside of the bar but when you did he was distant, almost detached. You tried to give him some space to work through whatever feelings had been dredged up recently but it was eating at you. He had been through so much in his life and you fought against your own feelings and needs, wanting to put him at ease. And, maybe, because you felt guilty for the attraction to Billy. 

You didn’t want to admit it but Billy haunted your mind. He was the first Alpha who had ever made you feel like there was nothing wrong with you. The first to make you feel wanted because you were different not despite it. He was also the only person that had ever made you come by barely touching you. You had heard that Omegas could orgasm from the bite to a mating gland but you were slightly embarrassed that Billy had made you by simply scraping his teeth over it. At the same time, you craved the experience again. You wanted to feel that ecstasy of being wanted that much, for an Alpha to claim you. Your brain was swimming with need and your inner Omega was whining more and more for that feeling of completion. You needed reassurance, you needed to know you are still wanted, still being mated by… God, your mind almost said Billy. By Frank. Frank is your Alpha. Frank is mating you with your next heat. Frank.

When you finally got into bed in the wee hours of Saturday morning, you fell asleep quickly but it was fitful. You woke up several times and when 9am rolled around you decided to get up. Frank was still asleep so you decided to make breakfast for both of you. You whipped up a lumberjack’s breakfast with the restless energy that coursed through you. Taking a deep breath, you head into the bedroom, determined to be a calm presence for Frank. He was laid out on the bed, one arm thrown above his head, his chest on full display and his other hand was laid on his hip where the sheet was tugged up just enough to cover his lower half. He stirred, stretching his back and then settled again.

You smile down at him and sit on the edge of the bed, “Good morning, sleepyhead.”

He smiles and whispers, “Maria.” You feel your heart crack at the sound but don't have time to even sort your feelings when Frank wakes violently, “Maria, no!”

“Hey…hey, it’s just me. It’s okay,” you put your hands on his face and force him to look at you. “It’s okay. Frank…”

He breathes heavily for several seconds, staring at you with a panicked expression. He looks around the room, then centers back on you, and that's when you saw it. There was pain, fear, sadness, but it was the disappointment that cut you. You couldn’t blame him. He had had everything, a mate he loved, two pups, and a life. Now, he was staring at the wrecked omega who would never be enough. “I’m sorry,” he says under his breath. 

“You have nothing to apologize for. It was just a bad dream. Are you okay?” You ask kindly. 

“Yeah, yeah,” he wipes a hand down his face but seems a little lost. 

“I made breakfast. Whenever you’re ready,” you kiss the side of his forehead as you stand and go back to the kitchen. The day passed quietly. Frank worked on his truck while you read. You napped that afternoon in preparation for heading to work. Frank was watching the game as you were leaving and you didn’t even bother to ask if he was coming that night. As you drove, you wondered if there was an Alpha like Billy who didn’t want pups, were there others? Maybe finding someone who wouldn’t see you as wrecked wasn’t impossible. You shake your head at that thought. It would never happen in this backwards town. 

You were happy with Jordan’s friend, Robbie. He was smart and hard-working. He had thrown himself into learning and was a decent bartender. He apparently used to make drinks for his uncle’s poker games and knew the basics. He and Jordan worked well together and there seemed to be a surge in the local ladies showing up at the bar. He had even suggested adding a ladies’ night on Tuesdays to encourage business on a slower night. He and Jordan had gone about getting the word out and you were curious to see if their efforts would reap any rewards. He was also respectful. He had not made any inappropriate comments or acted cheekily towards you, the staff, or the patrons. You were enjoying working with the two. They kept you entertained and were nice to be around. You were hopeful with a little more training, they could hold down the fort without you a night or two a week. 

Sunday, you were sitting on the counter eating a sandwich for lunch when Frank came in the back door. “Hey. Do you want a sandwich-” The doorbell rings and you turn to stare at it for a second. “Are you expecting someone?”

“Nope. You?” Frank says as he heads to the sink to wash his hands. 

“Nope,” you say as you hop down and answer the door. There’s an envelope on your doorstep and a truck you don’t recognize is pulling out of the driveway. Picking up the manila envelope, you flip it over to see only your address written on it. Opening it, you pull out a smaller envelope with Frank’s name on it.

“Who is it?” Frank asks, coming out of the kitchen. 

“A delivery. It’s for you.”

Part 6

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[halfbloodgf]

Can we talk about the fact that Severus Snape left everyone, both the characters and the readers, like this: 🤡🤡

I mean, no one knew wtf was going on with him. One moment u think he's bad, the next u think he's good. And then u think he's the villain again. But then he gives his memories to Harry and we all realize that he was the fucking hero all along.

In hp1, we think it's Snape who was trying to steal the philosopher's stone, or who tried to knock Harry off his broom. But then comes the end, and we find out that he stopped Harry from falling (saved his life) and was protecting the stone...🤡

We still hated him in hp 2 and 3...

In hp4 Harry suspects that Snape had the Dark Mark, and ends up discovering that he did. There's even the scene that Harry sees: Igor Karkaroff accuses Snape in court in front of the Wizengamot, saying he was a Death Eater, and we're all like😯😃 (finally know the truth!!). But then Dumbledore defends him😐🧍🏻‍♀️, and no one, not Karkaroff, not Harry, not us readers, understand anything. We don't know whether to trust him or not. So, again...🤡

In hp5 everything is confusing with him. We don't know if he wants to help Harry (occlumency lessons) or not. He calls Voldemort "Dark Lord" (only Death Eaters do), we see his worst memory, which, again, leaves us bewildered and not knowing what the hell to think of him now. Harry himself doubts that his father was a good person, even wondering if James didn't force Lily to marry him, and empathizes with Snape. Then the whole thing with the prophecies, and Harry trying to warn Snape about Sirius and his supposed kidnapping. The Order arrives to save Harry and his friends, which suggests that Snape warned them.

But along comes hp and the Half-Blood Prince, Snape appears to be helping Draco Malfoy with what the Lord entrusted him with —The scene where Bellatrix accuses him, tells him that she doesn't trust him, and then she is surprised:

In the books:

[...]Do you really think that the Dark Lord has not asked me each and every one of those questions? And do you really think that, had I not been able to give satisfactory answers, I would be sitting here talking to you?”

She hesitated. “I know he believes you, but…”

“You think he is mistaken? Or that I have somehow hoodwinked him? Fooled the Dark Lord, the greatest wizard, the most accomplished Legilimens the world has ever seen?”

[...]

“And through all this we are supposed to believe Dumbledore has never suspected you?” asked Bellatrix. “He has no idea of your true allegiance, he trusts you implicitly still?”

“I have played my part well,” said Snape.

In the movies:

The line where he says “Dumbledore is a great wizard”, Snape is actually being smug and subtly saying he’s such a good actor (I mean, come on, the man deserves a fucking Oscar), he’s managed to deceive Voldemort so well that he has revealed his grand plan to him. He practically seems to be laughing at the double meaning of his own words, mocking and lying to the black sister's faces like the fucking boss he is. The way he's literally drinking a glass of wine while laughing at the Dark Lord. The whole scene is just excellent.

So at the end of hp6, Snape reveals to us that he was the half-blood prince for whom the fucking book is named, ends up murdering none other than ALBUS DUMBLEDORE, and we all learn that all this time his true loyalties were with the dark side...🤡

Oh no, wait! Hp7 arrives, Voldemort kills Snape :0 (Yes!), gives his memories to Harry, and Harry sees his memories and... (NOO😦😨😰😭💔💀). We found out he wasn't the bad guy. That, in fact, he was IN LOVE WITH HARRY'S MOM —"always" still hurts :')— That all this time he was our ally...🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡

He practically played with all of us, with LORD VOLDEMORT, the Death Eaters, the Order of the Phoenix, Harry... well, WITH EVERYONE IN THE ENTIRE WIZARDING WORLD. And he did it as if he were:

Harry fucking Potter named one of his sons after him, which must have made a lot of people roll in their graves (James and Sirius out of anger, Snape out of laughter).

This mf literally woke up one day and said: "okay, here begins my reputation era bitches.😎 Let's leave a few of them looking like🤡🤡"

PD: Sorry if something is written wrong, english is not my language.

[anti-transphobia]

Everyone posts about how Stardew Valley is a cozy LGBT+ inclusive game but NO ONE mentions the lack of a platonic option for the bachelors/bachelorettes. Which would be good for aspec people and also just more pleasant for many casual players I believe but that's not even the point. I just want to become best friends with everyone and not only does that require me dating everyone at once and feeling like a sleazebag because of it (ik the bad cutscene can be avoided but I know in my heart they'd be hurt if they knew) BUT it also means the women flirt with me!!!!! Constantly!!!!!!! It makes me sick to my stomach. Truly ruining the characters I liked

[moregraceful]

someone cold emailed me to ask if i was going to a writer's conference in los angeles and was putting together a panel or caucus for queer poets or if i knew anyone who was...buddy you are severely overestimating how much i network with other poets (i don't) and how often i attend writer's conferences (never) 😭

[todayisafridaynight]

What do you think Mine’s reaction to Masato / Aoki be like?

tbh they'd probably be. amicable. at the very least.

[nandermoenthusiast]

oh my god i got so emotional SHUT UUUUUP

[munamania]

i dont wanna be a dick and act like i have no responsibility in this but after a point dont u think if all you ever say to ur friend is Omg you never make it out why dont you ever come out with us you bail all the time youre such a flake etc. dont u think that person (me) is like. not gonna feel so inclined to. be there

[saetoru]

i feel like some ppl need to realize ppl in their 30s are not old it’s just that ppl in their 20s are just young 😐

[livvyofthelake]

also fun fact. you can effectively punch holes in plastic glow in the dark stars using a push pin and a rock and just pressing it really hard into your carpet or something so it doesn’t damage anything once it penetrates the plastic. in case you ever needed to know that

[licorishh]

Hey as a super introverted but not shy person I'd just like to say the jokes about extroverts "adopting" introverts to "get them out of their shell" are actually completely unfunny and it just goes to show how little respect a lot of y'all have for the fact that we genuinely don't want excessive social interaction and that y'all are forcing us to do something that brings us extreme physical and mental discomfort because you perceive our introversion as a failing rather than as purely a difference in personality.

We don't need your "help" to socialize. We're not children. We're simply not interested in spending every waking second of our lives talking to people and being talked at in return.

[widevibratobitch]

moments like this when im really glad im a sad little cynic who always considers the worst possible outcome and never lets herself truly get comfortable and trust the good things in her life to stay there and builds her life around trying to soften the blows of the eventual disappointments just waiting around the corner lol never leaving my edgy teenager era peace and love