#this hasn’t affected me whatsoever

[bonkobarnes]

gays and lily how are we feeling

[rafecameronssl4t]

Can you do Rafe’s reaction to reader being criticized by her parents in the forced marriage au?

At your defence || Rafe Cameron x fem!reader

A/n: Ty for the request anon!! Sorry this took awhile 😭

Warnings: body shaming, baby pressure, ed is not implied whatsoever in this

Word count: 1,474

MASTERLIST (forced marriage au masterlist)

divider by @h-aewo

"Ah, there they are," your mother beams, rising from her chair with a delighted smile. She moves swiftly toward Rafe, who holds your 7-month-old son, Leo, in his arms. You remain still, not even turning your head to greet them, a small defiance that doesn’t go unnoticed by your father as he sets his glass of scotch down with a faint clink.

You hear your mother’s cooing voice as she reaches Leo, her fussing over him overly enthusiastic. "Oh, hasn’t he just grown since the last time!" she gushes, taking Leo from Rafe’s arms and settling him onto her lap, her affection almost too much for you to bear in the moment. Your father offers nothing but a curt nod, maintaining his usual distant reserve.

Rafe’s presence draws closer. His hand, firm yet not unkind, comes to rest on your shoulder. The sensation causes you to look up, meeting his eyes just as he leans down to press a brief, familiar kiss on your cheek. It's a gesture you’ve grown used to—affectionate, yet tinged with a sense of routine rather than passion. His gentle smile is meant for show, a mask for the public image you both maintain especially in front of your parents.

As he sits down beside you, the warmth of his thigh presses against yours, his hand resting on your knee. You focus on Leo, who babbles away in your mother’s lap, a sweet, innocent sound that eases some of the weight on your chest. "Do you know what you're going to order?" Rafe’s voice is casual as he flicks through the menu, his tone suggesting the same routine formality that colours most of your conversations these days.

You glance at the menu half-heartedly, appetite distant. "Probably just a salad," you mutter, though the words feel hollow, like so many of your thoughts these days. Before you can dwell on it, your mother’s voice cuts through the room, bright and commanding as always. "Darlings, I'm hosting a gala next week. You must attend," she declares, not so much an invitation as an expectation.

You don’t bother to respond right away, but Rafe doesn’t miss a beat. "Of course we’ll be there," he answers smoothly, already accustomed to fulfilling the social obligations expected of you both. His answer is automatic, effortless, as if this was just another item on the long list of duties you both perform for the sake of appearances.

Great. Another event. You force a smile, knowing full well what it would entail—another night of pretending. Pretending to be the perfect wife, locked in a marriage that felt more like a performance than a partnership. Another evening of tight smiles, polite laughter, and meaningless conversations with socialites you’ve long grown bored of.

Rafe’s hand remains on your knee under the table, a subtle gesture of unity that contrasts the emotional distance. You glance sideways at him, wondering if he feels the same weariness, but his expression is unreadable, composed in the way he’s perfected over time. You’d both become skilled at it—this charade of happiness.

Your mother gently hands Leo over to you, his little arms immediately wrapping around your neck as if he’s missed your warmth. The sweet gesture brings a chuckle from your lips, a sound you rarely hear from yourself these days. Rafe notices, a soft smile tugging at his lips as he watches the two of you, the rare moment of peace settling briefly between the tension.

"Did you miss me?" you whisper to Leo, your hand softly patting his back as he squirms in your arms. His tiny fingers soon find your family crest necklace, grasping it with curiosity. It’s a simple, innocent action, yet it tugs at something deeper within you—a reminder of the weight that symbol carries, not just for you but for the life you're expected to live.

Your father calls for a waiter, the sound of his authoritative voice interrupting your thoughts. The orders are taken swiftly, and when it’s your turn, you manage to say, "I'll have the Nicoise salad, please—" before you're abruptly cut off by your mother’s sharp tone. "Oh, no," she interjects, her voice firm, slicing through the air.

You and Rafe exchange confused glances, both unsure of what she was going to say. Her stern eyes focus on you for a moment before she turns her attention back to the waiter, the smile on her lips tight and forced. "She will have the Club Sandwich, thank you," your mother says, closing her menu with a finality that leaves no room for argument. You stare at her, lips parted in disbelief, as the waiter politely retreats.

"That’s too much for me, I—" you begin, but she raises a hand, silencing you effortlessly, as if it were nothing. "You’ve gotten far too skinny, my dear," she remarks, her tone almost casual but laced with that familiar sting of judgement. "A body like that will surely not produce a healthy baby." The words fall from her mouth so easily, so thoughtlessly, that it takes a moment for them to truly sink in

Your chest tightens, the prickle of tears stinging your eyes, but you quickly look away, blinking them back before they can betray your emotions. "What is your chef feeding you? Perhaps I should overlook his menu," your mother continues, leaning forward slightly, her concern veiled by her need for control.

Instinctively, your eyes flicker toward Rafe, cursing yourself the moment you do. It’s a habit you’ve never quite broken—looking to him when your parents begin their critique, hoping for some sort of allyship. Your parents likely notices, and you hate that you’ve given them another tell. Rafe, to your surprise, responds with a tone of calm indifference.

"We both eat the same meals, all very nutritious, I can assure you. There’s no need for concern." His words are delivered with an air of boredom, as though he’s tired of the performance your family demands at every turn. "My wife is perfectly fine and healthy," he adds, his voice steady, almost detached. You lower your gaze, staring at the table in front of you, feeling an odd mixture of gratitude and discomfort at his defense.

Your mother’s hum lingers in the air, hovering between indifference and criticism, and that ambiguity leaves you restless. As the conversation continues around you, the voices blur into a distant hum. You stare blankly at the glass of water in front of you, losing yourself in thoughts that feel miles away from this table, from these expectations.

You don’t even notice Leo beginning to fuss in your lap until Rafe’s hand on your thigh gives a slight, firm squeeze, gently pulling you back to reality. You blink, looking up to find both of your parents' eyes trained on you, their disapproving expressions almost instinctual. Without a word, you begin to tend to Leo, but Rafe is quicker, reaching out with an effortless, "Here, let me take him."

Relieved, you let him lift Leo from your arms, watching as he settles the baby against his chest. Leo quiets almost immediately, and for a brief moment, the tension in the room seems to ease. Rafe's hand remains on your thigh, a subtle reassurance that grounds you amidst the weight of your family’s expectations.

When the meals arrive, you glance down at the sandwich before you—far too large for your diminished appetite. The sight of it makes your stomach turn, not out of hunger, but out of the pressure to conform. You can feel your mother’s watchful gaze, an invisible but palpable force, compelling you to start eating.

You take a bite, swallowing it down even though the taste barely registers. "Mind if I have some?" Rafe’s voice breaks through the silence, and you turn to him in surprise. He’s already reaching over, transferring some of your food onto his plate without hesitation, as if it’s the most natural thing in the world.

"Yeah, of course," you reply softly, watching as he begins eating from your plate. His casual gesture surprises you, but it also lightens the mood, if only slightly. A small smile tugs at your lips, grateful for his quiet way of easing the tension that lingers between you and your parents.

When it’s finally time to leave, you feel a wave of relief wash over you. Bidding your parents goodbye, you stare out at the perfectly manicured lawn, the scent of freshly cut grass filling the air. Leo is fast asleep in your arms, his little head resting peacefully against your chest.

"Thank you," you murmur, your voice barely above a whisper as you glance over at Rafe. He turns his head toward you, his expression softening. Without a word, he nods, moving his arm behind your head. You lean back against it, letting yourself rest against his warmth for a moment.

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Sex & Super Smash Bros. - Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

This contains SMUT - Minors DNI

Summary: Ethan finally makes a move on his best friend.

Contains: Oral - m and f receiving, p in v, a smidge of dirty talk, praise, and one ass slap lmao.

Word Count: 4.5k

A/N: When I first started writing this, I was OBSESSED with the song Sex & Super Smash Bros. by Kyle lmao.

So, I have a few other fics in the works atm(This one wasn't even the one I wanted to post first, but it's been half-finished for like, two months🙃). BUT I posted the other day that all of my requests disappeared, so if anyone has anything they wanted written that hasn't been yet, PLEASE let me know. I was saving all the ones I hadn't written until I got the inspiration for them.

Ethan Landry was your best friend. Sometimes you’d go out to dinner by yourselves, or go see movies together, but they were never dates. Well, maybe they were. He always wanted to pay, and he’d walk you back to your apartment door every time, but there was never any affection aside from a hug.

You were so close that you even drug him into Victoria’s Secret during a mall trip because you noticed they were having a sale. He had to pretend the whole time that he wasn’t imagining you in the things you picked out, and good god why did you need the skimpiest panties and bras they had? He felt a little jealous as he wondered who you wanted to wear them for, but the truth is, you didn’t need to wear them for anyone. As long as you felt good in what was underneath your clothes, that’s all that mattered to you.

Ethan was always talking to Chad about you because he thought he had no game whatsoever to even stand a chance. He thought he was stuck in the friend zone, because you just felt so comfortable with him.

“You’re not in the friendzone,” Chad said, glancing over to his friend as he sat on the opposite end of the couch. “I think she’s into you.”

“Dude, I’m starting to wonder if she thinks I’m even interested in girls,” Ethan said, as Chad burst out in laughter. “I’m serious! What girl takes her straight best friend into Victoria’s secret?”

“She feels comfortable with you,” Chad said, trying to convince him that he’s just overthinking it. “That’s a good thing. You never know, maybe she wanted you to know what she wears underneath her clothes.”

“Do you think I should stop hanging out with her so much, and maybe she’ll see that I should be more than her best friend?”

“That’s a stupid idea. Just ask her out on a date.”

“You think I haven’t tried that? She still treats me like I’m just a friend,” Ethan sighed, thinking about all the ‘Dates’ he’s taken you on.

“You need to put moves on her. Like, show her that you want more. Start with something simple, like putting your arm around her or holding her hand. If she doesn’t pull away, she’s interested.”

“It’s just getting to that point…I get so nervous,” Ethan said, before he got an idea. “What if I invite her over to hang out? Maybe I won’t be as nervous if there aren’t a lot of people around if she rejects me.”

“Now that is a good idea,” Chad said, smiling in approval. “Just let me know when so I won’t walk in and interrupt.”

You never brought Ethan up to Tara because she always brought him up first. Like clockwork, the girl’s nights the two of you had consisted of face masks and a movie, then after, she’d always bring up your best friend.

“I think you should talk to Ethan,” Tara said, as you sighed and rolled your eyes. “What? You’re obviously in love with him.”

“That’s the thing…if it’s so obvious, he should’ve noticed. He’s not interested,” you said, as you brushed the topcoat over your nails you’d just painted.

“You know he’s a little shy. Maybe that’s why he hasn’t yet.”

“I think you’re a little delusional,” you joked, as she grabbed one of the gummy bears out of the bag she was snacking from and threw it at you. “Thanks,” you said, grabbing it off the bed beside you and popping it in your mouth.

“I’m not delusional. You hang out with him all the time, by yourself. You go on dates!”

“If they were dates, we would’ve slept together by now,” you said, as she started to smirk.

“Have you thought about sleeping with him?” she questioned, as you felt your cheeks start to heat up. She got her answer when you refused to look at her. “I knew it! He’s tall, too. You know what they say about tall guys.”

“Okay, we’re not talking about how big he is,” you said, shutting down the conversation as she giggled.

Ethan had asked you to come over to hang out many times before, but this time was different. He kept typing and deleting the message he was going to send you, before settling on ‘You want to come over and hang out after class today?’. He rolled his eyes at himself for not wanting to start with that in the first place.

You: Sure. I get out of class at 6. Is that okay?

Ethan: Yeah, I’ll order food so it’ll already be here. See you soon!

Once Ethan checked the time and saw that it was close to six, he felt his palms start to get a little sweaty. He was wondering if he had it in him to do the things that Chad suggested, because what if you weren’t okay with it? The last thing he wanted was for your friendship to come to a halt because he made you uncomfortable.

He heard his phone ding, and he shook his head once he read your ‘I’m here’ text.

“You know, knocking is a thing,” he said, once he’d opened the door for you.

“I know,” you said, smiling at him as you took in the aroma of Chinese food. “Oooh, that smells good.”

“I got your favorite,” he said, following you to the kitchen.

After you ate dinner, Ethan was trying to figure out the best way to make his move. He thought about watching a movie and putting his arm around you, but you had another idea in mind.

“Let’s play Super Smash,” you suggested, as he started to laugh. “What?”

“I win every time. Is that fun for you?”

“Well teach me how to play then,” you said, as he walked over to grab the controllers.

“I can’t show you how to play if I’m the one playing against you.”

“Play someone online. I’ll watch and learn all the tricks,” you said, as he shrugged.

“Okay.”

He noticed that you were trying to keep up with glancing at the tv and seeing what his hands were doing. He got an idea, his nerves kicking in as he turned to look at you.

“We could try something different,” he said, as you curiously looked at him. “Come here.” He spread his legs for you to sit between them as he got more comfortable on the couch. “Okay, just put your hands on mine and you’ll feel what I’m doing.”

“Okay,” you giggled, placing your hands on his. You felt him take a deep breath as your back rested against his chest.

Ethan didn’t know how he was keeping his composure in that moment, but he didn’t want it to be obvious that he was freaking out. Your hands felt so soft on top of his, and the way his arms were wrapped around you to play had his heart racing. You were trying so hard to pay attention to the buttons he was pressing and what happened when he did, but the only thing you could think about was how skillfully his fingers moved.

He was playing against someone that was really good, but Ethan started to press all these different buttons and won the game.

“I don’t know how you just won that,” you said, angling your head so you could look at him. He looked down at you and smiled.

“You helped me win.”

“I didn’t do anything,” you said, as you turned your head back to the tv. His mind was racing, thinking that was the perfect opportunity to try to kiss you, and he didn’t want to let the confidence he was building up slip through the cracks.

He placed his hand under your chin and tilted your head back to face him as he leaned down and placed his lips against yours. You were a little surprised at first, but quickly kissed him back. You felt his tongue brush against your bottom lip, your mouth instinctively opening so he could deepen the kiss. You loved having his mouth on yours, but after a while your neck really started to hurt from the angle.

His eyes shot open once you pulled away, his lips pouty and swollen from the intensity of the kiss.

“Neck cramp,” you said, as he nodded and directed his attention back to the tv. You smirked at him as he got ready to start another round. “Oh, you’re done kissing me?”

“Not at all,” he said, tossing the controller on the coffee table before he pushed you back on the couch. He got settled between your legs, and placed one of his hands beside your head on the couch cushion before he leaned down to connect his lips to yours.

Your hands were in his curls as his tongue fought yours for dominance, your legs tightly wrapped around him to keep him close. He was trying to be in the moment and distract himself at the same time, because he knew he was going to get hard. Once your hips started to squirm, he groaned into the kiss, unable to fight it anymore.

“Okay,” he mumbled against your lips before he sat up. “I need a minute.” His eyes connected with yours that were glazed over in lust, your breathing still heavy from the kiss. You had a feeling that he was really starting to get into it, and you didn’t want to stop.

“We can do more than make out…if you want.”

That was all he needed to hear before he was back on top of you, your legs around his waist again as he started to grind himself against you. You were whimpering into the kiss every time you felt his hard cock brush against your pussy.

“You want to go to my room?” he asked, pulling away to read your face.

“Please.”

When Ethan asked you to hang out, you didn’t think it would lead to the two of you shedding your clothes, both so desperate for each other. Once he was in nothing but his boxers and you in your bra and panties, he recognized the set you were wearing from the day you went shopping.

“Fuuuck me,” he groaned, “I don’t know if I want to take these off you.”

You crawled up on his bed, his eyes still on you as you got comfortable.

“It’s cool. I’ll take them off,” you said, smirking at him as you reached around to unhook your bra. His breathing got even heavier the second he took in the newly exposed skin, but once you reached down to slide your panties off, he sighed in disbelief that his best friend was getting naked for him.

He got on top of his bed with you, but before he crawled on top to connect your lips again, he hesitated. You were wondering if you somehow read the situation wrong until he finally started to speak.

“Before we do this, I need to tell you how I feel,” he said, running one of his hands through his hair as his eyes refused to meet yours. He was nervous, which was more than obvious as you sat up and waited for him to tell you what he needed to tell you. “I’ve had feelings for you for so long…and I know you aren’t supposed to feel that way about your best friend, but I can’t help the way I feel. If you don’t feel the same, maybe we shouldn’t do this. I don’t want to get my heart broken because I’m thinking with my dick right now and tomorrow I’ll be sad that the girl I want more than anything doesn’t want to be with me.”

“Ethan,” you got out, before he started to speak again.

“If you don’t feel the same, it’ll suck, but I still think our friendship is more important than the feelings I have, and I hope things don’t have to change between us,” he rambled, as you giggled and grabbed his hand that was resting on his thigh.

“Are you done? Or can I say what I need to say now?” you said, your tone playful as a small smile formed on his lips, his eyes finally meeting yours. “I have feelings for you, too. I wouldn’t be naked in your bed right now if I didn’t.”

“Seriously?” he asked, a huge smile on his face at the confession. You nodded as you leaned in to connect your lips with his again.

You moved to straddle his lap, your mouth not leaving his as his hands roamed the areas of your body he could reach. The kiss got even more desperate as his hands moved to your ass, pulling you closer so your soaked pussy was resting against his hard cock that was straining in his boxers. He gasped at the feeling when you started to grind, both of you getting some of the friction you were craving.

Your lips moved to his neck, placing open mouthed kisses until you found his sweet spot and lightly sucked on it, the feeling making a small moan slip past his lips.

“Lay back, baby,” you mumbled against his neck as he did what he said, your body moving with his as he relaxed against his comforter.

You kissed down his chest, over his stomach, finally stopping once you made it to the waistband of his boxers. You smirked at him as you sat up a little, watching how quickly his chest was rising and falling, his eyes pleading for you to do more.

You watched his face as your hand reached up to palm him over his boxers, his mouth falling open at the feeling.

“Can I-“ was all you got out before Ethan whimpered “Please” not fully sure of what you were even going to ask, but he desperately needed more.

You giggled to yourself as your fingers hooked in the top of his boxers before you started to inch them down, his hips lifting a little once he noticed you were struggling to get them off.

You glanced down at his cock as you wrapped your hand around it, salivating at the drop of precum already leaking out of his tip before you looked up at him. Your hand moved up and down as his eyes darted between yours and your hand.

“Jesus Christ,” he rushed out as he looked at you, your hand moving a little quicker. “This feels better than I thought it would.”

“You’ve thought about this?” you teased, as he mumbled a ‘Mhm’. “Have you thought about my mouth, too?”

“All the fucking time,” he admitted without missing a beat.

You leaned your head down to lick away the drop of precum, swirling your tongue over the tip of his cock before you inched him in your mouth. Ethan’s hand lazily rested on the back of your head as you took as much of him as you could, your hand moving up and down around what you couldn’t fit.

Ethan was trying so hard to keep quiet, hid bottom lip tightly held between his teeth as your head bobbed, but once you started to gag around him, he let out this strangled whimper. Hearing how good he was feeling only motivated you even more as you moved faster, your saliva dripping down his cock as you hollowed your cheeks.

“Fuck, you’re doing such a good job,” he said, his praise going straight to your throbbing pussy.

His fingers tangled in your hair, the gentle tugs making you moan around him. His breathing got heavier, your name rolling off his tongue in a string of whines. You slid him out of your mouth a little to focus on his tip, your eyes looking deep into his hooded ones.

You knew he was getting close as your hand moved and twisted around him, his hips jerking at the feeling.

“Gonna cum,” he whimpered, the sound making you laugh a little as you sucked harder on his sensitive tip. “Fuck fuck fuck.”

He had his fists bawled up, one in his comforter, the other in your hair as you tasted the salty liquid coat the inside of your mouth. You stopped sucking and switched to gentle licks as you collected ever drop of cum on your tongue, before you swallowed and sat up to look at him.

Ethan’s cheeks were flush, his eyes slowly fluttering open as he came down from his high. He lazily smiled at you before he sat up and grabbed you, flipping you so your back was resting against his bed.

You giggled as his lips attached to your neck, a soft moan slipping out once he found your sweet spot. He sucked on it as your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling his hips closer to yours. You whined as you felt his cock, already hard again for you, resting against your pussy.

“Ethan, I need you,” you said, as he chuckled and placed kisses along your collar bone.

“Patience, baby,” he said, the new pet name making your heart swell as he made his way down your chest.

He ran his tongue over one of your nipples a few times before he sucked it into his mouth, gasps slipping past your lips as you tried to stay still. He gave the other side the same attention, and as good as it felt, your pussy desperately needed attention.

It was like Ethan could read your mind, his fingertips gently moving up your thigh before they reached where you needed him.

“Fuck,” you whispered as his fingers made it to your clit.

He rubbed slow circles, and you were finally starting to feel a little bit of the relief you needed. Once he added more pressure and rubbed faster, your hips were arching off the bed, your moans getting louder as he kissed down your body.

He replaced his fingers with his tongue, flicking it across your sensitive bundle of nerves before he licked fat stripes from your entrance to your clit. Your legs were tingling at that feeling alone, but once he sucked your clit into his mouth and slid two of his fingers inside your dripping pussy, you were fighting to keep your legs open for him.

He held eye contact with you as he angled his fingers just right, your brain getting cloudy as he worked you closer to your orgasm.

“Oh fuck,” you whimpered, the sound quickly becoming his new favorite as your hand ran through his curls.

The pads of his fingers pressed harder against that spongy spot inside you, your eyes fluttering closed as the coil in the pit of your stomach got tighter and tighter, so close to snapping. Once he hummed with your clit in his mouth, you felt the familiar white-hot feeling spread across your body, your thighs closing in around his head as you cried out.

He slowed his fingers a little as his mouth kept working on your clit, until you pulled away from the slight overstimulation he was giving you.

He slid his fingers out and sat up to look at you, the smile on his face showing how proud of himself he was for making you feel that good.

“I didn’t think you’d be bad at that, but I didn’t expect it to be that good,” you said, as your heavy breathing slowed.

“Well, after the head you gave me, I couldn’t disappoint you,” he said, as he moved back up to the bed to cuddle.

He laid his head on your chest as your fingers lazily ran through his curls. He wanted more, but he didn’t want to ask for it. He just wanted to be close to you at that moment. But once you asked if he had a condom, he sat up and leaned over you, reaching into the nightstand beside his bed.

Ethan moved so he was in between your legs again, sitting on his knees as he opened the condom and rolled it on. You stared at his size, a little nervous that it would hurt because he was definitely above average, and your jaw was still a little sore from sucking it, but you took a deep breath to relax before he slid his tip inside of you.

He only made it a few inches before he groaned, the tightness making his head spin.

“Your pussy is pulling me in right now,” he said, “You want it that bad, baby?”

“Yes,” you moaned, as he inched the rest of his cock inside you.

You winced a little at the burning feeling of him stretching you out, a concerned look on his face as he stared at you.

“I’m okay,” you said, “You can move.”

“You sure?” he asked, as he leaned down so his chest was pressed against yours.

“Please fuck me,” you said, before you leaned up a little, connecting your mouth to his.

He slowly slid in and out of you as you made out with him, your hands running along his bare back. Everything felt so sensual and intimate, and you swore you could feel the love radiating off him.

As he pulled away from the kiss, he softly bit your bottom lip before he sat back up on his knees, the position making it easier for him to go faster. His hands were all over you, from your legs to your chest, every touch feeling like fire against your skin.

Your bottom lip was in between your teeth, your eyebrows furrowing as he hit that spot every single time. He couldn’t take his eyes off you, a smirk playing on his lips as he thrusted faster.

“Oh my god,” you whimpered, “Feels so good.”

“You like it when I fuck your tight little pussy?” he asked, as you quickly nodded your head. “You’re taking it so well.”

Between his dirty talk and his praise, you felt your second orgasm of the night creeping up. Your hips were moving to meet his, your sounds getting louder as he kept his pace.

“I’m clo-“ was all you got out, before his hips slowed and he slid out of you. “Ethannn,” you whined, as he smiled and grabbed your hips to flip you over.

“It’s okay, baby. I’ll make you cum,” he said, as he adjusted you so your ass was sticking up in the air for him.

He gave it a smack before he slid back inside of you, a loud moan flying out of your mouth as he went faster than he had before. You were a whimpering mess, your brain turning to mush as he hit your g-spot over and over again.

Your hand snaked underneath you to rub circles on your clit as his hands tightly held your hips, pulling you back to meet every deep thrust me was giving you.

Your orgasm was right on the edge again as you tried to turn your thoughts into words, finally begging “Please don’t stop.”

You heard him grunting behind you as he kept his pace, your eyes rolling back as your entire body started to tingle.

“Cum for me,” he said, as you whimpered his name, that feeling crashing into you so hard that you felt dizzy.

Your pussy was clenching his cock so hard that he moaned out, his hips stuttering as pulled your hips back to meet his even faster.

“Gonna cum,” he rushed out, giving you a few more hard thrusts before his hips stilled.

He stayed inside of you as he caught his breath, his hand running through his sweaty hair as he smiled. Your back was still arched, your hand lazily gripping the sheets. If it wasn’t for the sight in front of him, he would’ve thought this was just a figment of his imagination. He never expected you to feel the same for him, but he was so happy that you did.

He slid out, a soft whine slipping past your lips at the empty feeling before you relaxed your hips, your body flatly laid on top of his bed. He ran his hand over your back before he leaned down, placing kisses along your shoulders and spine.

“That was amazing, babe,” you said, as he smirked against you.

“I agree,” he said, smiling as he thought about it. “Do you want to go shower? I want to cuddle, but I’m so sweaty right now.”

“Sure,” you said, as he sat up and slid off the side of his bed, before he helped you get off it.

Your legs were a little wobbly like you were taking your first steps as Ethan held onto you. He cracked open his bedroom door, listening to see if he heard anyone else in the apartment. It was silent aside from the game music still coming from the tv, but Ethan wanted to be safe.

“Chad?” he yelled, and once he didn’t get a response, he led you to the bathroom.

You leaned against the counter as he got the water temperature just right, before he walked back over to you. He held onto you as you stepped over the side of the tub before he got in, a goofy smile on his lips as he stared at you.

“How long have you had these feelings for me?” he questioned, as he grabbed the bottle of his shampoo and body wash combo off the shower rack.

You giggled to yourself as he cocked his eyebrow at you.

“A while,” you said, as he started to massage the soap into his hair. “I didn’t think you were interested in me.”

“I’ve been interested in you since the day I met you,” he admitted, as he grabbed his loofah.

You took it from his hand and put some of the body wash on it before you lathered it up and ran it across his chest.

“Why didn’t you say something?” you asked, as you maneuvered around him to wash his back.

“You make me nervous,” he said, chuckling softly. “Not in a bad way, though. You give me butterflies. And there were so many nights after we’d go out that I wanted to try to kiss you, but I was scared you wouldn’t want me to.”

He turned around to face you, a sweet smile on his lips as you stood on your tippy toes to kiss him.

“I’m happy you did tonight.”

After Ethan washed your body like you did his, you got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around yourself as Ethan wrapped his around his hips. You were so caught up in talking to each other when you walked out of the bathroom that you didn’t notice Chad walking down the hallway.

“Um,” he mumbled, as he turned around, his back facing you and Ethan as you both laughed. “I guess you told her how you feel?”

“Yep,” Ethan said, as Chad stood there, blocking the path you and Ethan needed to walk in to get back to his room. “Dude, are you going to stand there all night? I’m getting cold.”

“Sorry,” Chad said, as he stepped to the side for you and Ethan to pass him. “Congrats, by the way.”

“Thanks,” you responded, as you walked into Ethan’s room and closed the door behind you.

[queenofthedisneyverse]

Prowler!Miles x Black Male! Reader (angst to fluff)

TW; some cursing but not a lot

Word count: 2,803

You loved miles, ever since you were eight years old. But ever since his dad died things…have changed. The city has gotten worse, it was already bad but without Miles’s father, it’s gotten worse. Miles has changed more though, his once kind and funny nature turned cold, stoic, and nonchalant. You also changed but only to protect yourself, if you looked like a happy sunshine sunflower in the sin city that is new york you would have been jumped. 

So, you and Miles share the same look most of the time, and that look is usually resting b!tch face. You still yourself though, you like helping out where you can and being kind where kindness is needed. Crime is often in New york, so you prefer to only go straight to school, home, and/or Miles’s house. No going out at night whatsoever, that’s a given. But even getting the grocery list done seems like a life or death task because on any given day, it could be a life or death situation. So you mostly keep to yourself or chat with some friends or your bf Miles. 

He loves to spoil you and just loves you. Affection is there but you two are building up to it, hand holding, hugs, kisses on the cheek, etc. 

Your relationship with miles is pretty hidden, terrible cities birth terrible people and having people know you were queer was not a good idea. You love Miles but he can be a lot at times, he spends time with you one day and completely ignores you for the next three weeks. 

It was irritating but you stayed quiet, you wanted to give him some space since his dad died. But you can’t help but worry about him, especially about this job he and his uncle Aaron go to. What kind of job is he doing that pays him six thousand dollars worth of money? You know it’s not anything good with how you mostly see him scruffed up, but alas you didn’t say anything. 

You would ask if you two could go on dates but you would get hit with-

“Sorry querido, not now”

“Can’t today mi amor, maybe another time”

“I’m sorry babes, can’t tonight” 

After this kept happening you began to get more hurt and mad at this, you tried to be mature and understanding but it was getting harder…Today was the last straw. You have been texting and calling Miles everying few days and he hasn’t been answering. You couldn’t do this anymore, did he even love you? Of course he did…did he? You didn’t want these questions in your head but they kept circling and hurting you the more they circled. 

You stopped, you just stopped, you stopped calling him, you stopped texting, and you stopped leaving voicemails. F*ck him, so what if he doesn’t want to see you? You don’t care, you never cared. 

You were laying down in your bed, with some tears streaming down your face. 

I hate him, you thought, but you didn’t hate him. You still love him, you just don’t want to admit it. It was 9:30 and you’ve been trying to go to sleep since 9, obviously sleep wasn’t being your friend and allowed you to be tormented by your thoughts. 

Tap Tap Tap

It can’t be, you thought

Tap Tap Tap

It couldn’t be, you thought

You turn around and see your boyfriend Miles, looking as tired and stoic as ever, waving to you and gesturing to you to open the window. You look at him for a moment and think about how he has the audacity to show up at your window, you noticed he had a bloody nose and some scraps along his face. Not being a jerk, you allow him in and get the first aid kit from your dresser. 

“Hola Príncipe” 

That word, that lovely word that he always calls you when you're together. That lovely word he teases and praises you with, or used to anyway. Instead of sitting on your bed like he usually does, you had him sit in your desk chair. You weren’t ready to have him be comfortable when you weren’t. 

“Don’t call me that” is all you said

15 minutes went by as you (roughly) cleaned his injuries. Miles took notice and decided to speak on it. 

“Why are you so quiet babes?” 

You didn’t answer, you just cleaned his wounds, getting rougher as he spoke. 

“Ow! y/n!” he tightly grabbed your wrist, causing you to yank it back from him. 

“Can’t you just stop talkin’? That’s what you're good at ain't you? Not talkin’?” you snap, earning a confused face from Miles. 

“You ignore me for WEEKS on end and then all of a sudden you show up to my window and start talkin to me? Are you for real miles?” 

You aren’t prone to snapping, you never have. It just wasn’t in your nature to do things like that, sure you got mad, but never snapped. 

“Príncipe I-” 

“NO MILES’ of all people YOU don’t get to talk, for the past three years I’ve been trying so hard to make you happy. To make sure you’re loved and cared for man” You say, hot tears falling down your face. 

“All I tried to do is love you Miles, why can’t you do the same for me huh? Why is it so hard Miles? TELL ME, TELL ME WHY IT’S SO HARD TO LOVE ME” 

“...y/n please lower your tone and..I can’t tell you” 

“LOWER MY TONE? MILES YOU HURT ME! LOOK AT MY FACE MILES, LOOK AT WHAT YOU-....Just get out Miles, please” you give up, if you don’t stop yelling the neighbors will hear and tell your parents what they heard. People are nosey like that. You flop down on your bed and face away from him in a fetal position. 

“Just get out” you say as you choke out a sob

Miles sits there completely shocked but not surprised at the reaction. He’s shocked at how loud you got but not how you reacted. He planned on coming by and talking to you, but he just couldn’t get the words out…not like you let him either. 

Miles stood up from the chair and walked over to you

“Príncipe, look at me” he said softly, putting his hand on your shoulder

“GET TF OUT MILES” you yell at him, slapping his hand away.

Miles takes it upon his safe to literally turn you around to the point where your legs are hanging over the bed but you're still laying down. 

“WHAT THE F*CK! MILES LET ME GO!” you scream, trying to fight him off. But here’s the thing, Miles works out a lot more than you do…so you're losing this fight. Mile’s takes one of his hands and pins both of your arms down and covers your mouth with the other hand. 

“Listen, I’m sorry for ignoring you, I am but I’m only trying to protect you!” he tells you, you are still struggling under his grasp. 

“Y/n…stop, you know you aren’t going to win this” he blankly says 

You stop wiggling after a minute or so, you're tired and you really don’t want to deal with this any more. He lifts his hand from your mouth and lets you go, he knows that you look like you're tired or tuckered out. Your highschool gym class is a perfect example of that. 

“Please Miles, just leave me alone” you silently beg as you cry

“I can’t leave knowing you hate me amor, I love you- ” 

“No you don’t miles, please just go away please-”

Miles pulls you closer to him and passionately kisses you, you didn’t mean to but you instantly melted into the kiss, wrapping your arms around him. He wraps his arms around your waist pulling you in, as if you couldn’t be any closer. His lips were soft and warm, and so was his lanky but muscular body. He moved his hand up to your face, cupping your cheek and wiping away the remaining tears. 

Because you both have to live, you both pull away and breathe. 

“I’m sorry Príncipe, I really am but please give me another chance! Please” He began kissing your face all over, making you slightly giggle but not much. You're still very much still upset. 

“Please love me again mi amor, please” Miles begged as he cupped your face so gently as if you were glass. 

“...I never stopped loving you Miles, but your hurting me” 

“How do you expect me to react?” 

Miles saw the heartbreak in your eyes, it was tearing him apart inside and he hated it. 

“I promise I’ll make time for you colibrí, I promise” he told you, kissing your lips again. 

“Can you make time for me now? My parents don’t come back home till 12” 

“I-” Before he can say anything, his phone buzzes. You instantly panic and cling to him

“NO No no please Miles stay here, PLEASE miles…please” you pleaded as he reached for his phone. 

“ I have to see if it’s my mama at least y/n” 

“Please don’t leave me…” you whisper as a tear runs down your cheek

Those last words shattered Miles…but he had to check. He opened his phone and saw a text message from his mama, the text said that she’ll be working late. A small smile escaped Miles’ mouth. 

“I’m not going anywhere mi amor, mi mamas working late” he said as he cuddled you

You looked like you just won the lottery by the way you were smiling. You pull Miles into a passionate kiss. You could feel Miles smiling through the kiss as he melted into it. After a moment passed you both pulled away for air. 

“I see you got your hair braided” Miles said, touching a braid in on your head with his thumb. 

“I was hoping you would notice; I like matching with you” you muttered, blushing a bit. 

“How about I take you somewhere papi? My treat!” He said with a smile 

“Miles…I just want to be here with you” 

“Ok then, take out?”  he asked with an eyebrow up

“ My mom left some food for me, and I’m ok with sharing” 

So you and Miles made up over the night. You played video games, watched movies, and just cuddled through the evening. Near 11:30-ish you got tired and Miles took notice of it. You two were cuddled in bed and you were slowly and quickly drifting off to sleep.  He smiled and kissed your temple. 

You looked so peaceful when you were sleeping. You truly didn’t know how Miles felt about you, to him you were his light in the darkness of the new york city. You, his uncle, and Rio are the only people that are keeping him going these past 3 years. He couldn't be more appreciative of you, no matter how bad things got you still tried to make him smile. You still tried to make him laugh. You still tried to make him happy, He loved you more than life itself for that. 

You were fully asleep at this point but with a smile on your face. You held Miles tightly, because even in your sleep, you felt as if Miles was going to disappear. 

“I don’t deserve you y/n…but I’m gonna try to make you happy” 

It was 11:49 and Miles knew he had to go, so he slowly crept out of your bed and made sure to tuck you in. After that he turned off the movie and put the dirty dishes in the dishwasher. Once that was all done, he went back into your room. Seeing your beautiful brown skin being highlighted with the purple city lights made his heart strongly flutter. 

You were the most gorgeous boy he ever laid eyes on, and from now on he would try to make you happy and feel appreciated. He walked over to your bed and kissed your four head,

“Goodnight Príncipe, I will make everything better for you. Starting tomorrow”

Your night was filled with beautiful dreams of you and miles as the night went on. When you woke up there was a note under your pillow. You only noticed because there was a necklace slightly hidden under it. The necklace was half a heart with what seemed to be your first name initial. 

When you took the necklace from under the pillow a note was attached to it, you opened it and read;

Good morning mi amor, I know I haven’t been the best boyfriend so I plan on making it up to you later today. Meet on the roof of your apartment building at eight pm sharp, I’ll have a few surprises for you up there. 

Your lover, Miles 

You smiled to yourself and held the necklace close to your chest, or to be more frank, your heart. 

God he makes me act like such a girl

-

It was 7:58 and you were dressed in some new clothes you bought with some of Miles’ money. That he left by your closet before he left. They were black jordan air’s with purple laces and purple tones. You had a black jacket with purple pants and shirt, and to make it even better you wore some tres leches perfume because Tres leches is Miles’ favorite dessert. 

You also had on some black gloves with the fingers cut off, you were going for a more punk aesthetic if you couldn’t tell. After you exploded at Miles the other night you wanted to wear his favorite colors and scents as a sorry. Even though you had nothing to be sorry about. 

Now at 7:59 you walk up the firescape steps to see your boyfriend. A part of you was saying he wasn’t there and that you were doing this for nothing but you pushed those thoughts away. And now at the top of the roof, you see Miles’ sitting there on a red checkerboard blanket with food and gifts on top of it. Your favorite song, hummingbird, was softly coming out of the radio next to him. Not to mention he was wearing your favorite color(s). 

Miles looks up at you and smiles, then he gets up and hugs you. Fully relaxing as you embrace him…and because of the tres leches perfume. He sniffs the crook of your neck, causing you to giggle. 

“You smell good” he chuckles and sniffs you more

“I know you like tres leches so I did a little something for ya, ya know” you say in between giggles. 

“Ok miles stop please-AGH!” Without warning, Miles picks you up bridal style and sits you on the picnic blanket and sits down next to you. 

The air was nice, the evening sun made the sky full of orange, yellow, and soft purple colors. You noticed how the colors compliment Miles’ features a lot. You were trying so hard not to smile…but you were falling. 

“Whatchu smilin ‘bout colibrí” Miles smirks, knowing full well why you were smiling. 

“Can’t I just smile bro? Dang!” you chuckle, scratching the back of your neck trying to look away. 

Miles gets closer to you, grabs your chin, and softly forces you to look at him. This causes you to smile even more and try to cover your face but Miles wasn’t having it. He got on his knees and kissed you. Once again, you melted into him and smiled as you did. 

Once you pulled away you cupped his face, staring into his beautiful hazel eyes. And he, staring into your beautiful e/c eyes. 

“Hey Miles’ I uh, I’m sorry for blowing up last night I should’ve -” Miles put his finger on your lips

“I’m gonna need you to hush for a moment, you have nothing to be sorry for. If anybody should be apologizing’ it should be me” He said sternly, never leaving your gaze. 

“I f*cked up as your boyfriend…and I’m really sorry for that colibrí. I’ll try my best to make sure you know I love you and..and all that. I love you more than anything y/n. I will move universes, I’ll kill for you…I will take a bullet for you in a heartbeat” he says, putting his forehead on yours. 

“ I will always protect you my príncipe, with my life” 

Tears were forming in your eyes, you knew Miles loved you but you never really knew what he was thinking and this…this is how he felt about you? This day couldn’t be anymore perfect. 

“You are the light of my life y/n. Always will be” 

You tightly hug Miles as you cry, he notices as you sniffle into his shoulder, 

“Colibrí?”

“I love you too Miles. I love you so much.” 

-

Translation

príncipe: prince

colibrí: hummingbird

[aihoshiino]

Man, I think you gotta re-read from chapter 81 if you really think Ruby faced no consequences for the black hoshigan arc and hasn’t grown at all since. Like, she’s utterly alone (as a consequence of her own actions) and actively suicidal by chapter 121. The “The End” panel in chapter 121 is the genuinely cruel recompense for Ruby’s actions in the preceding 40 chapters; she’s in part isolated herself, in part driven her friends away, to the point where she’s seeking out Marina for a long-shot hope at ANY connection whatsoever. And the word of literal god, basically the authors’ mouthpiece, tells/shows her that it is hopeless, there is no such connection, she is completely alone.

And even after she re-establishes her connection with Gorou/Aqua and reopens herself to her relationships with her other friends and family, there are wounds on those relationships. Mending those wounds is the entire point of her sub-arc with Kana from 133 to 137. Also, notably, that’s where the real growth comes: where she is forced to dig into the depths of both her own and Ai’s psyches, acknowledges the emotions she finds and forces others to acknowledge them as well, and then finds a way to move forward with Kana specifically.

Notably, I think this is the specific area where we know she has surpassed Ai, at this point. Look back at those four pages of the performance in 159: while Ruby is clearly the focus, taking up roughly half of the total space on those pages and the center position in any shared panels, Kana and Mem are clearly each taking center stage as well for some songs, and the affection between the three is visible. In comparison, in how many of the panels in which Ai appeared did we ever see her teammates’ faces? Did we ever see her relinquish the stage? We know her friendships with the old B-komachi had essentially dissolved by the time the twins were born, Aqua tells us as much at the end of the prologue.

Sorry to say that I actually re-read the ch80-123 recently (I was trying to feel out how a hypothetical third season would be paced) and if anything, seeing just how many interesting ideas it sets up and fails to meaningfully iterate on just made me feel that even more strongly. What you've laid out in this ask is a good idea for the structure of BH Ruby's arc but if that was Akasaka's intent then the execution is so insanely botched that it is fundamentally absent from the work itself.

Like… there's no way for me to say this w/o sounding like i'm hitting you with an UM ACKSHULLY 🤓 but the idea that BH Ruby was even passively abandoned by her friends is just not supported by the text. We do see the beginnings of Kana's sense of inferiority towards Ruby take root just prior to Scandal starting up but this is framed as being emergent from Kana's own existing low self esteem (though admittedly triggered by Ruby wanting to add Mimi to B-Komachi). Moreover, it's more or less the same as how her feelings towards Ruby are framed during the Movie Arc, where Kana's jealousy is said to be a response to Ruby being "blessed with natural talent […] special and different from [her]". There is no textual connection drawn between Ruby's clout chasing and her behaviour towards Kana and Mem and Kana's sense of rejection and Kana never treats Ruby poorly as a result. Not only that but when Ruby is seen hanging out with Mem and Kana across those arcs, they're chatting and bantering like always and Kana is even actively supporting and mentoring Ruby in the immediate leadup to Ruby going to try and see Marina in ch121. In the actual text of the story, what leads to Ruby's breakdown is the physical and emotional stress and exhaustion of her massively overpacked schedule - something which is itself Miyako's fault, as explicitly called out by Kaburagi and Ichigo - and her lingering issues with Sarina's abuse and abandonment being quite literally triggered by her engaging and empathizing with material depicting Ai's abuse and abandonment at Ayumi's hands.

Outside of B-Komachi, the most we really get from her school friends that there's any cracks in their friendships is that little internal musing from Minami about Ruby getting tangled up in the "dirty world of adults" but that both comes before Aqua's assertion that BH Ruby is causing strain in her relationships and is clearly spoken out of affection and concern for her. Frill actively reaches out to and supports Ruby during the interpersonal audition way past Aqua's note about cracks and is basically the reason Ruby gets the role of Ai over herself or Akane.

Ruby is by no means abandoned by anyone. She is actively, effusively supported by everyone in her life the entirety of her BH arc. Even the one relationship she does end up fracturing - her and Aqua's - is repaired lickity-split as soon as the past life reveal happens and any tension in B-Komachi is reset to zero as early as 124 with no real nod to of any issues BH Ruby caused. In fact, the issues BH Ruby causes are never so much as acknowledged by the narrative, let alone addressed or worked through. When Kana is, finally, allowed to express any discontent to Ruby during the RBKN conflict, she is not actually permitted to confront her with any of Ruby's actual wrongdoing and is instead just mad that Ruby is more popular. This conveniently shifts the focus away from Ruby's behavior and so rather than having to actually address it, Ruby can simply graciously forgive Kana for being in the wrong and not do any meaningful work on the tension that exists in their relationship. The narrative absolves Ruby of responsibility, sparing her any genuine reckoning or growth.

You brought up B-Komachi as a point of comparison and as a place where Ruby has surpassed Ai but not only do I feel like these are apples and oranges, I also just feel like it's further proof that Ruby is not being allowed to learn and grow because the narrative excessively coddles her. Both Viewpoint B and 45510 explicitly say the issues with the group in a professional capacity are explicitly said to be the result of management excessively favouring Ai and not something she herself did and in Spica, we even literally see her attempt to surrender her center position to one of the other girls all while actively working hard to take steps to put them all in the best possible light even when she does have to be the center. And while there are interpersonal issues in B-Komachi, these are presented as two-sided failures to connect that Ai is actively show trying to resolve - Viewpoint B shows her approaching and reaching out to Kyun when she sees her feeling upset and the entire point of 45510 is Nino's utter revulsion and rejection in the face of Ai's vulnerability.

Not only that but like… Ai's behaviour never damages or endangers anyone's career! Gen 1 B-Komachi was certainly not a good environment for anybody in it, but everyone in it was still part of Japan's biggest and brightest idol group and enjoyed all the fame and money that came with it. Ruby, by contrast, very much did endanger the career of an entire TV show's worth of people and stepped on Kana and Memcho's backs in order to further her solo career. She is never so much as asked to examine this behavior or face any consequences for it and when we do finally see her express any sort of remorse or regret for her behaviour, it's all exclusively focused on how bad it felt for Ruby, personally to do bad things and how sad she, personally is that she decided to be shitty to people and then Aqua just wholly absolves her anyway. She never attempt to make amends with or even express concern for the people who she might have hurt in the process.

Because of this, both the Ai-Nino/Ruby-Kana parallels and the attempts to uplift Ruby as an idol 'surpassing' Ai fall flat. At no point past the Mainstay arc do we ever see Ruby correcting for Ai's mistakes or better handling situations that Ai had flubbed, mostly because she never gets a chance to. Her career as an idol is propelled along by the narrative failing to place any roadblocks in her way and rather than showing us Ruby's strength of character by letting her overcome social, structural and societal issues that troubled her mother, she is simply arbitrarily unaffected by them in any way that manifests in on-panel action taken by her.

This is what I mean when I say Ruby learns nothing—because the narrative, past a certain point, never challenges her or holds her accountable for her behavior in a way that would allow her to. Ruby is portrayed as a passive beneficiary of favorable circumstances, with any challenges she faces being swiftly neutralized by forces outside of her control or influence. This is not only frustrating to experience as a reader but ultimately diminishes the impact of her success as the story has begun presenting it.

[lestappenforever]

Hi. Someone just posted how they were watching Team Redline yesterday and people were spamming the comments section with “Lestappen” and mentioning Max’s lisps. I don’t know how to feel about all this because allegedly someone who was posting about Lestappen got blocked from the comment section after 20 minutes.

What scares me is that of course Max knows what Lestappen is now if he didn’t before, thanks to his team posting it. And of course, Redbull would never post something their golden boy hasn’t approved but that doesn’t give anyone else the right to ask Max about it. Max is not Charles tbh (not that Charles should be asked about it either) but Max is the kind of person who never talks about these kind of things. If he gets pissed, he’ll just stop streaming altogether or ask his team to shut it down (by it I mean Lestappen) because it’s getting out of hand. Charles faces issues head on (like that time he asked fans to stop camping outside his home because it was making him uncomfortable).

I would also like to point out it is not necessarily Lestappen girlies in the comments but rather people who have no boundaries whatsoever or people who want Lestappen girlies to look bad. I was once in a fandom that had no boundaries whatsoever and it ended badly and the ship can’t be mentioned without people wanting to pull out their hair. It’s just sad that Max has to deal with all the bullshit and that’s why he hates social media and being in the spotlight. Can we just enjoy what he and Charles offer us and in extension Redbull and F1 (sometimes even Ferrari) without making it weird? Thanks.

Hi anon!

I didn't watch the stream yesterday, but I can't say I'm surprised at what you're sharing. Now, I am absolutely certain that Max knows very well what Lestappen is, and has known for years. And even though I also believe that Max is also the type of person who doesn't let things like that really get to him, I am still of the opinion that it's a line you shouldn't cross.

Shipping is a thing that belongs in fandom. Sure, the social media teams of their teams see the appeal and know they can make a huge profit from using certain parts of shipping in their own channels, but that is something very different to people spamming comment sections with those types of things.

It should be (and for the most part, it is) common knowledge that you don't bring up those parts of fandom to the real-life people involved in those ships. The way I see it, there is absolutely no reason to try and shove those parts of fandom down the throats of the people involved, which is unfortunately exactly what is being done when you spam a stream, a comment section or anywhere else with shipping content, etc.

The majority of Lestappies are without a doubt reasonable, respectable people who would never even consider bringing those things to Max and Charles. But, as it sadly is with every fandom, there are going to be a minority of people who don't understand, care about or respect those boundaries. And then there are people who aren't even part of the fandom who just take some weird pleasure in being cringe and disrespectful towards drivers, and for some reason try to make it their life's mission to try and expose drivers to parts of fandom they shouldn't be exposed to. And as much as we wish it wasn't the case, those people are always going to exist. And they are always going to be loud about it.

Now, I personally don't think we need to worry about Max getting upset by any of this at all - he is notorious for not giving a shit, and I highly doubt Lestappen would be the thing to change that. I'd honestly be more worried about Charles being affected by it than Max, but I don't see it becoming a big deal for either of them. But that doesn't mean that people should try to shove Lestappen down their throats, either on social media or in real life. It's just a matter of common decency and being respectful towards other human beings, which unfortunately seems to be a bit too complicated a concept to grasp for a select few individuals.

Keep shipping and those parts of fandom away from the drivers, and enjoy it where it's meant to be enjoyed - such as in our delulu world of Tumblr. It's that simple. Nothing good is going to come from trying to force the two together.

[adrienneleclerc]

Xavier’s Revenge

Masterlist

Pairing: Xavier Thorpe x Hispanic!Reader

Summary: After Y/N pulled two pranks on Xavier, he decided to get her back. Since Xavier’s love language is physical touch, what will happen if he limited his affection?

Warning: Boyfriend!Xavier, Sad!Reader, angst?, maybe spelling mistakes

A/N: If i made the reader too sensitive or Xavier too distant, I’m sorry.

Xavier was in his room thinking about Y/N. She already pulled two “pranks” on him, two! Both pranks kinda played with his emotions. He was looking back at his interactions with Y/N before. Even when she called him by “Xavier” and when she didn’t say “I love you”, she still kissed him and hugged him, and was close to him. He thought back to that TikTok Ajax showed him of guy wiping off the kisses his girlfriend gave him.

That’s what Xavier got the idea; for a whole day, which is a bit ambitious in his mind and will probably break sooner, he is going to limit his affection. There will be no more kisses anywhere, no hugs, no physical or emotional intimacy whatsoever.

This was going to be hard on Xavier too because that’s how he shows his love, by physical touch, but it has to be done. It was late so he texted Y/N goodnight. Xavier had things to “plan”.

The next morning, it was Friday. Usually Xavier would knock on Y/N’s dorm, Yoko would let him in, and Xavier would wake her so they could walk together for breakfast on mornings he didn’t go to art shed. But this time he decided not to go to Y/N’s dorm and went to breakfast by himself.

Meanwhile Yoko was getting ready, she looked at the time and realized it was getting close to breakfast and Xavier hasn’t knocked on the door yet. She waited two more minutes before deciding to wake Y/N up herself.

“Y/N, girly, it’s time to wake up.” Yoko said, shaking Y/N. She stirred in her sleep, “In a minute Yoko, I’m waiting for Xavi.” Y/N said softly. “Yeah well Xavier didn’t come so I’m guessing he’s already at breakfast, now get dressed.” Yoko said. Y/N got up quickly, thinking to herself that maybe Xavier just forgot their little “tradition”. Maybe he’s not feeling well, Y/N made picarones last night with Eugene’s honey, maybe she’ll bring some for Xavier.

Y/N got dressed as quickly as she could, put on her earrings (because as a Hispanic, you get your ears pierced very young, for me it was when I was baby) and grabbed her container of picarones, took off the lid, said the incantation, and put the lid back on. She looked at her phone and realized she was 10 minutes late for breakfast. She walked out onto the quad really fast and found Xavier sitting with Ajax and the rest talking about who knows what.

“Good morning everyone, I’m Xavi, you didn’t come get me, are you feeling alright?” Y/N said, she tried to feel his forehead but Xavier lowered her hand before she got too close. “I’m fine, babe, promises. Sit down and have some breakfast, yeah.” Xavier said. Y/N noticed a weird shift in his behavior. She ignored it. “Um, I made those doughnuts I talked about the other day if you guys want some.” Y/N said. She opened the container and put it in the middle so everyone can grab one. Y/N grabbed one too, eating silently.

Enid noticed Y/N’s weird behavior but decided to not say anything until she got her alone. Breakfast continued until the bell rang. “I’ll see you in class, babe.” Xavier said. Y/N was gonna scoot over so she could kiss him but Xavier left the table before she could. Y/N frowned as she saw Xavier walk away. Enid waited for Y/N. “Hey, Y/N, are you okay?” Enid asked. “Um yeah, I’m fine, let’s just go to class.” Y/N said.

Enid and Y/N walked to class and when they made it, Wednesday was sitting next to Xavier. He would always save her a seat if she was running late, maybe the teacher said he could do that this time. Y/N went to the empty seat next to Ajax, maybe she can figure out what’s going on with Xavier.

“Ajax, do you know what happened with Xavier?” Y/N asked softly so the teacher couldn’t hear them. “I have no idea what you mean, he was normal yesterday.” Ajax replied. “Did his father say something or do you know if..” Ajax interrupted her. “Y/N, i can’t really talk about this right now, we can talk after class okay.” Ajax said, Y/N nodded silently. Y/N was having a hard time concentrating in class.

Coming from a Hispanic family, Y/N’s family was very loving and affectionate. The fact that she hasn’t received the kind of affection she was used to from Xavier made her feel sad. After class, Xavier went to the next one before Y/N was able to talk to him. The same thing continued for the next few classes until lunchtime. At lunch, Y/N got food and saw that Xavier was sitting between Ajax and Wednesday.

“Don’t you think you’re getting carried away?” Ajax asked Xavier, looking at Y/N’s face, which wasn’t her usual happy face. “I’m sure she’s fine, besides, she pulled two pranks on me, so I’m doing one back.” Xavier said. Then Ajax looked at him. “From what I remember, those pranks literally lasted, at most, 15 minutes. Each one was about 15 minutes, what you’re doing started this morning, just remember that.” Ajax said. Y/N walked to the table and sat next to Enid.

“So flaquito, i was thinking we can go into town later today.” Y/N said. “Yeah sure, we can go.” Xavier said. Xavier saw the way Y/N looked down at her food tray, playing with her food, struggling to finish. Y/N tried to finish it though. Xavier felt very guilty for what he has decided to do but he had to stay strong. The whole table felt very uncomfortable, Y/N being quiet wasn’t very common. Lunch was awkward until the bell rang and everyone went to either fencing or combat. Y/N said goodbye to those who had fencing, was going to kiss Xavier on the cheek goodbye but decided against it. Enid walked with Y/N to combat.

“Y/N, I don’t like seeing you this way, just talk to Xavier and see what’s going on.” Enid suggested. “I can’t talk to him, when I tried talking to him earlier, he completely left without me. I don’t know what’s happening.” Y/N said, when they made it to combat, Y/N had to spar with someone else to “challenge yourself” and she was paired with a gorgon, they were sparring but because Y/N’s mind was somewhere else, she twisted her ankle and fell on the mat.

“Y/N, are you okay?” The coach asked. “Yeah I’m fine, just give me second.” Y/N said and said the incantation to heal her ankle. She moved it around and it felt a lot better. She was going to get off the mat but the coach told her to sit out. “Your mind is somewhere else, can’t let you get hurt, even if you can heal yourself, sit out and watch what they do.” Y/N did as she was told, class was finished, she went to her next one until her school day was over. She left her bag on her bed in the dorm and walked to Xavier’s.

Xavier was laying down in bed when there was a knock on the door. “Corazón, It’s me, we need to talk.” He heard Y/N’s tired voice. He got up and opened the door. “Come on.” Xavier said and Y/N walked in. “What’s wrong?” Y/N said, trying to cup his face but Xavier moved back and that’s what broke Y/N, she nodded, she felt tears in her eyes but won’t let them fall. “You Don’t get to do that.” Y/N said.

“What am i doing?” Xavier asked. “You know what you’re doing! You’re trying to push me away, assuming that I would get so fed up with your attitude that I break up with you because apparently you aren’t mature enough to break up with me yourself. Look me in my eyes and tell me you’re breaking up with me because honestly, Xavi, you being distant hurts much worse than getting broken up with.” Y/N said looking up at Xavier, tears falling down. Xavier wiped Y/N’s tears with his sleeves and Y/N looked down. Xavier places his finger under her chin to make her look at him again.

“I’m not breaking up with you, I love you too much.” Xavier said. “That’s the first time you said it all day.” Y/N said. “I know, I’m sorry, Ajax showed me a TikTok of a guy wiping off his girlfriend’s kisses so I kicked that prank up a few notches.” Xavier said scratching the back of his neck. “I never meant to make you cry though, honestly. I am so sorry for making you think the worse.” Xavier said as he hugged her tightly so she will know that she’s still loved.

“What i did to you wasn’t this bad, was it?” Y/N asked curiously. She felt awful the entire day and wanted to know if she made Xavier felt that way. “No, of course not, angel, I swear you didn’t, what you did only lasted a few minutes. I’m pretty sure what I did affected you the whole day. Enid said you twisted your ankle.” Xavier said. “But i healed myself.” Y/N said. “Still, I’m sorry it went on too long, I really am. How about we go to the Weathervane. With Tyler gone, I’m sure the place will be so much better.” Xavier suggested.

“Sure, I can use some dessert. Let me go change and we can go, okay?” Y/N said. “Of course, darling, I’ll go by your dorm.” Xavier said, kissing Y/N before she left. Both Xavier and Y/N felt a lot better because Y/N thrives off affection and Xavier’s love language is physical touch so they’re both glad everything is back to normal.

Should I continue with the TikTok/Prank collection and write a couples video next time?

@pauphs

[voidchillz]

still waiting for those tops dating hcs

- FLUFFY. SWEETHEART.

- He’s an utter goober. No embellishments whatsoever. He’s just a fluffy lil guy

- Snuggles with him are the greatest

- You thought his Nice Cream compliments were cheesy? He saves the cheesiest for you <3

- He hasn’t really got a gender-preference for dating, everyone is hot to him (Bisexual icon)

- If you’re hanging out in Fell City he always uses the opportunity to change his post to be closer to you, the exponential use of putting your job on wheels

- PDA is his trained specialty, he’s a lovey-dovey type for sure

- He’s also well aware of any overwhelmed or anxious tendencies you might have, he’s got a big family, and most of the little ones needed some help growing up (He’s a great uncle)

- Wants to be aware of your boundaries as soon as possible without it being weird, he wants to make sure he doesn’t overstep anything

- Ever heard of compression hoodies for dogs that keep them from stressing out? Those cute videos of huskies doing tap dances while being blow dried after being groomed? Tops specialises in those kind of hugs. Big, warm, soft, and as tight as you need it to be. He’s always here to help if you’re stressed

- Very patient and progressive partner, he’ll sacrifice his own emotional health if you need it. So make sure you look out for him too

- He’s very cozy when it comes to dates, nothing extravagant or expensive. More like day trips or pleasant bars where he knows you won’t get gawked at

- Not at all violent, but not afraid to stand up for you if you need it. He’s a bunny with a baseball bat, you can trust him

- Not very easily flustered, but you might catch him blushing with a genuine unexpected compliment

- His giving love language is physical affection and words of affirmation, but he’s very flexible for your needs

- He may look a little skinnier in comparison to Sans or any other Monster, but he’s still pretty strong, and won’t mind carrying you around and giving you some special piggyback treatments

- Nervous about coming off as clingy sometimes

(that’s all I got since he’s such a infrequent character, but by all means show me yours!)

[meenawrites]

Neytiri and Spider

As part of my Spider brainrot, I can't help but keep thinking his relationship to Neytiri. 

While I wholeheartedly disagree with Neytiri's treatment of Spider throughout his life, seeing as he was a CHILD and not responsible for anything that happened to her or her people, I GET IT. Spider is a physical manifestation of Neytiri's trauma, a trauma trigger if you will. And he's around her and her family as long as possible every day, and her kids are always with him. It must be hard to watch considering everything she's gone through with the loss of her sister, her father, the destruction of her home. I can't get behind her attitude towards Spider but I understand it. 

I have to think though that Neytiri has to have SOME self-awareness of Spider not actually being responsible for her trauma, and just being a kid. I think if she had no awareness whatsoever, she would have absolutely forbade him to play with her kids or even get near the Na'vi at all. I'm sure she could do it. But I think the part of her brain that could still think clearly about Spider through her cloud of hatred was the one to concede to Jake about Spider playing with her kids and allowing him close by. Especially later when the RDA returns, I'm sure her trauma was re-triggered and it had to have soured her tolerance of Spider, but we still see him at High Camp interacting with the kids and touching their ikrans as they dismount after the attack on the train. I think she's too deeply affected by what she has been through and has not really had time to process it, so tolerance and leniency is all she feels she can offer Spider during his life. 

But she clearly didn't tolerate him enough to go back for him when he got captured by the RDA (neither did Jake but that's for another post). In my mind, I think she saw her family in danger, prioritized, and decided Spider wasn't one of her priorities. Which again is understandable given her experiences but still wrong towards a child. 

But the moment in the movie that really gets me thinking hard on Neytiri's relation to Spider is the moment on the boat when she has a knife to his throat. Again, a horrible thing to do to Spider for so many reasons, but I GET IT. Kiri was being held at knifepoint, she'd just lost the child that made her a mother, and she wasn't about to lose her second. I think Neytiri had every intention of going through with her threat if Quarritch didn't release Kiri. I really do. We all know that Neytiri is as ruthless as she is passionate and loving, and I really think that in that state of rage and grief and fear, she would have killed Spider had Kiri not been returned to her. 

But then she cuts Spider's chest, and I am very tempted to think that that action, actually drawing Spider's blood, was somewhat of a wakeup call for her in that 'what was she doing threatening a child? A child who's known her all his life?' But she can't back down yet because Kiri hasn't been released. The reason I think she had this kind of light bulb moment upon cutting him is because of the fact that she pushes Spider BEHIND HER when Kiri is released. She could have easily been rid of this presence in her life that is a constant reminder of her pain and loss, could have just surrendered him to Quarritch, but she decides instead to push him behind her protectively. In my mind, I think it's maybe an inkling of Neytiri's motherly instinct kicking in, that no matter her distaste for the kid, he was still a child, and she would never hand over a child to the demon himself. I also think that the shock of actually hurting Spider made her really LISTEN to Spider and Kiri begging for each other's lives, and realize that if she did this, Kiri would never forgive her, Spider had no care for himself in the face of Kiri's danger, and she would have committed a crime so great Eywa wouldn't forgive her for it. 

That is to me, how I view that moment on the boat. I think that Neytiri and Spider's relationship is very interesting because of how loaded it is, and I really hope that subsequent movies actually develop their relationship in an interesting direction instead of a flat continuation of her hatred for him. Their relationship has the potential to be incredibly nuanced and tender if given the chance and developed properly. I hope that this moment and Neteyam's death become some sort of catalyst for her to re-examine her relationship with Spider and what she has put him through. Like, the realization that this boy is only a year older than Neteyam who died in a war he was too young to fight in and that Spider is also too young to fight in and be responsible for is what I want to happen. I also see them finding some alliance in the fact that they would both do anything for Kiri. 

Essentially, I want Neytiri to come to SEE Spider. I think that if James Cameron doesn't do that in the next movies, it's a dishonor to Neytiri's character and he would be making her into a flat character, which she most certainly is not. 

[saintsenara]

We share so many terrible faves! I've selected five per pairing:

Sirius/Severus: 

6. How do they make up/apologize after an argument?

14. Do they enjoy PDA, or are they more private with affection?

24. How do their personalities affect their relationship? Do their characteristics compliment each other, or clash often?

38. Who’s got a quicker temper?

32. Do either of them drink? If so, who’s the lightweight, and how does their partner care for them?

41. What would they do if they lost the other?

Severus/Voldemort: 

5. Do they argue often? If so, what do they argue about?

8. What do they love most about the other? Why?

17. How well do they communicate? Are they open with their feelings/thoughts or more reserved? Why?

33. How do they flirt? Who’s the worse flirt?

18. How do they care for each other when one of them is wounded/sick?

Bella/Voldemort: 

4. Who initiates affection? Why does the other not initiate affection as much?

9. What do they dislike most about the other? Why?

19. Do they wear each other’s clothes/jewelry?

48. Do they talk about their future together? Why or why not?

34. Do they have any inside jokes?

Tom/Harry: 

12. Do they have a difficult time when separated from each other, or are they fairly independent?

20. How do they comfort each other when one of them is upset? Is this method of comfort effective?

22. Are they comfortable joking around with each other and being silly/playful?

30. What are their respective love languages? Do their love languages work well together?

37. Who’s more emotionally sensitive/cries more often?

Tom/Dumbledore: 

10. Do they share any hobbies or interests? How do these things bring them together?

35. Is their relationship a secret? If so, why?

49. Do they keep secrets from each other?

27. How do they say “I love you” non-verbally?

44. Do they cuddle often? Why or why not?

thank you for the ask, anon! it's so nice to meet someone else cultured...

this ended up being enormous, so i've put the answers under the cut [thank you for giving me a very fun way to spend my breaks at work writing this out]. read on for snack, snapemort, bellamort, tomarry, and riddledore nonsense.

[ship game here.]

sirius black/severus snape

6. how do they make up/apologise after an argument?

by fucking.

to the extent that the first time they sleep together without arguing beforehand frightens them both so much - because, oops, you actually like each other boys, it’s not just hate-sex, sorry about that - that they have an argument afterwards instead.

14. do they enjoy pda or are they more private with affection?

when they’re pretending to have no interest whatsoever in each other, they avoid anything which could even remotely be interpreted as pda. it’s this - the fact that they immediately stop getting in each other’s space, and coming up with witty insults, and jabbing their wands in each other’s faces [behave] - that means everyone else knows they’re sleeping together. lupin tells sirius this and enjoys watching his old friend almost faint.    

once they’re forced to accept - very much against their wills - that they’re in a real relationship, and that people know about it and the world hasn’t ended, i think sirius is very keen on pda, entirely because he thinks it annoys snape. 

he’s wrong. but snape isn’t going to admit that. 

24. how do their personalities affect their relationship? do their characteristics compliment each other, or clash often?

the reason why snack is such an intriguing ship is because they’re narrative mirrors - and, particularly, because they’re both men whose relationship with the world around them is driven by a desire for forgiveness which they are never able to offer themselves.

that shared underlying faithfulness, steadfastness, capacity to endure, and the shared understanding of grief - and not only grief, but grief you brought directly upon yourself - and unrequited love [the implication of canon is absolutely that sirius’ love for james was not simply platonic, and i’ll die on that hill] forms the bones of their relationship, and is the thing which helps them survive the fact that the more surface-level aspects of their personalities - sirius’ recklessness, snape’s massive victim complex, sirius’ fits of melancholy, snape’s intolerance for those who find life hard or unfair, the fact that they’re both capable of being incredibly cruel - clash constantly. 

32. do either of them drink? if so, who’s the lightweight, and how does their partner care for them?

in the canon timeline, they both survive the misery of the second war by using alcohol as a crutch [although snape is less destructive, since he needs to remain sober enough to deal with voldemort]. should one overindulge, the other just leaves him in misery, believing it to serve him right.

after the war, however, i think both of them eventually come to the realisation that part of their long-overdue healing processes involves going tee-total. snape gets very into brewing interesting cordials. sirius becomes an expensive loose-leaf tea snob.

38. who’s got a quicker temper?

their argument over this destroyed the kitchen at grimmauld place. 

41. what would they do if they lost the other?

continue on in silent grief, as they were already doing with the memories of lily and james. 

severus snape/lord voldemort

5. do they argue often? if so, what do they argue about?

so, obviously, in most cases, attempting to argue with lord voldemort will be the last thing you ever do, but there must be an established frankness to the way that snape speaks to him which meant he could get through his "here’s why i was hours late to your resurrection" explanation without being murdered. voldemort appears to dislike sycophancy [or, at least, to think that he does] and he abhors liars [snape: lmao], so i do think - controversially - that he would regard a bit of pushback from his favourite death eaters as evidence of him being correct to rank them so highly. 

as for what they argue about? well, snape was pissed that he had to host pettigrew in his home. voldemort was paying for that for months.

8. what do they love most about the other? why?

"love" might be pushing it, but…

snape’s reasons for joining the death eaters are varied and complex, across a whole spectrum from misguided to contemptible, but it’s very clear that none of them were ever the conviction that "the dark lord will put the purebloods in charge" that hooked in characters like regulus black or lucius malfoy.

what gets him, instead, is clearly a belief that voldemort can offer him a way to transcend a background which he hates and which - given the way we know the wizarding world works - will actively hinder him in his adult life. [as an aside, i think this is the reason for his view, which otherwise seems nonsensical, that lily is overreacting to his interest in the death eaters: he thinks that they could offer her opportunities otherwise restricted to her as a muggleborn.]

and, in this, i think he comes closer than many other death eaters to understanding how voldemort actually thinks, and this is the reason for voldemort’s obvious - and unusual - affection for him. voldemort clearly has a great desire to be perceived, and the sense that snape is someone like him, someone who understands him, someone he has given the opportunities denied to him and essentially made in his own image, is meaningful to him.

similarly, snape feels seen by voldemort - and, in particular, seen for the intellectual creativity of which he is so proud. voldemort describes himself in goblet of fire as a keen inventor of spells and potions, as well as someone with an insatiable academic curiosity and extremely flexible morals on how that curiosity is sated. even once he switches sides - since dumbledore is, sensibly, wary of his undiminished interest in the dark arts - i can see voldemort remaining the only person snape feels truly understands just how much his intelligence and creativity matters to him. 

17. how well do they communicate? are they open with their feelings/thoughts or more reserved? why?

on the one hand, given that - canonically - snape spends the majority of their acquaintance lying to voldemort and voldemort kills him and only half says sorry for it, obviously they don’t communicate well at all.

but, on the other, there must - as i’ve said - be a frankness to their communication style. a common gripe i have with fanon!snape is that his skill as an occlumens is portrayed as the result of granite emotional repression - occlumency, instead, requires manipulating your emotional responses to questioning in a way which enables you to lie fluently, and snape’s skill in the medium comes from the fact that his authentic self is incredibly petty. 

indeed, he displays this in front of voldemort - his interaction with yaxley in the dark lord ascending is uncomplicatedly spiteful, and voldemort doesn’t seem surprised by it; the way he speaks to wormtail in spinner’s end suggests that voldemort has given his tacit approval for snape to humiliate pettigrew; the fact that he tells bellatrix to report what he says in the same scene to others suggests that voldemort would not be angry to hear him insult his erstwhile favourite.

similarly, snape’s emotional volatility must have been displayed to voldemort at other points - he is implied to have begged desperately for lily’s survival, for example, and it’s clear that a great deal of voldemort’s opinion on harry [especially the fact that he mentions more than once in the later books that harry has been pampered and protected] must come from snape’s unhinged dislike of him. 

so, while snape’s communication style with voldemort is dishonest, i don’t think it can be described as inauthentic. in fact, voldemort is, like dumbledore, probably one of the only people who sees the full emotional range of snape.

[voldemort, of course, communicates only in half-truths - i think he’s probably more open with snape than with most other people, but that’s not saying a lot.]  

18. how do they care for each other when one of them is wounded/sick?

when snape is sick or wounded, lord voldemort convinces himself that the only reason he is brewing healing potions, and watching carefully for how they interact with orange juice and chicken soup, is because he has a readily available test subject in the vicinity. 

being immortal means you never get sick, and no amount of "you have a fever, my lord, and you should rest" will convince him otherwise. snape, since he’s fond of his limbs, doesn’t force the issue.

33. how do they flirt? who’s the worse flirt?

by arguing about potions theory. voldemort once described himself as "quite impressed" by one of snape’s modifications to a common poison. snape considers it the most romantic thing anyone has ever said to him. 

if by "worse" we mean most incorrigible, it’s voldemort - although that’s only if you consider being threatened to be flirting. snape, with his latent humiliation kink, does. 

if by "worse" we mean least sophisticated, it’s also voldemort. a menacing aura is not the same as having game. 

bellatrix lestrange/lord voldemort

4. who initiates affection? why does the other not initiate affection as much?

she’s more casually tactile, which drives him round the bend, because someone constantly trying to stroke your arm at death eater meetings doesn’t do great things for your "evil and unapproachable" vibe. the absence of passing affection - hand-holding, cuddles etc. - upsets bellatrix [who, whatever else was wrong with her childhood, did grow up with that sort of openness with her sisters], although she is careful never to mention this to him. 

but, this being said, voldemort is clearly a man who is, deep down, desperate for affection, and i think on occasion the dam must burst - only ever behind closed doors, only ever when there is plausible deniability [he was drinking, she had done something she was being particularly rewarded for etc.] of his feelings for her - and he must reveal himself as deeply, and probably oddly tenderly, passionate.      

9. what do they dislike most about the other? why?

i’ve answered this here. 

19. do they wear each other’s clothes/jewellery?

bellatrix thinks his dress sense is too ascetic, voldemort thinks hers is too ostentatious. neither would be seen dead in the other’s clothes.

she will never understand the significance of him lending her a large gold locket - which, if she’s honest, she thought was quite ugly - to wear to a new year’s eve party in 1978.

34. do they have any inside jokes?

bellatrix does a fantastic impression of fudge seeing them in the ministry atrium. 

48. do they talk about their future together? why or why not?

she does, he only half pays attention, convinced that she is in such awe of him that she would never make a decision that impacted them both without his express permission. this comes back to bite him, when he discovers he was thinking about a rare curse he wanted to try on some muggle prisoners while bellatrix was talking about how her youthful desire to never have children had been changed by her experience in azkaban. 

in a voldemort wins au - with or without delphini in it [i’m quite fond of her as a concept, but perhaps that’s because i’ve neither seen nor read the cursed child] - i think that bellatrix does snap and demands that he acknowledges their relationship in some way, since his go-to excuse of "nothing is certain in war" no longer applies. rodolphus is shuffled off to become the ambassador to some faraway place and bellatrix gets to hear overcautious ministry underlings refer to her as "my lady" at state events.

he's never a good father, though. i just can’t see it.   

harry potter/tom riddle

12. do they have a difficult time when separated from each other, or are they fairly independent?

both harry and voldemort are very self-sufficient, so i don’t think they would be the sort of people who went mad with pining if they were apart from each other for a while. voldemort’s enormous ego means he can’t see a reason to be the jealous type [canonically, rodolphus would be dead if he were, i'm sure], while harry’s commitment to just suffering through stuff means he endures separations without temptation. their shared mental connection - exploited by hundreds of authors for porn reasons - helps there too. 

however, one of the issues with your boyfriend being a terrorist [even if, occasionally, he’s reformed] is that it’s very difficult to leave him alone without worrying what he might get up to. harry prefers it if they’re joined at the hip, just for his own peace of mind. 

20. how do they comfort each other when one of them is upset? is this method of comfort effective?

voldemort awkwardly pats harry’s head and tells him to get over it. harry says something which voldemort decides to take as colossally insensitive. in the ensuing argument, they forget what they were upset about. 

22. are they comfortable joking around with each other and being silly/playful?

yes. harry spends canon roasting the death eaters, why not scale his operations up to the big boss? he regards pointing out that he won literally all of their encounters/that voldemort didn’t realise he was a horcrux/that he stabbed the diary/that his body isn’t ⅓ wormtail/that he knows more than one offensive spell/that he has a nose as foreplay.

30. what are their respective love languages? do their love languages work well together?

tom "magpie" riddle’s love language is gift-giving. harry, who is shown in canon to understand the childhood trauma behind voldemort’s hoarding, takes the theory that this is something he would like seriously but is not a great gift-giver in practice. he makes hermione give him lots of suggestions, and sees it as a net positive that this forces voldemort to be nice to her.

harry’s love language is acts of service. voldemort’s belief that he alone knows how to do everything properly and so harry shouldn’t be forced to do anything without his help, fulfils this surprisingly effectively.   

37. who’s more emotionally sensitive/cries more often?

harry is probably the more emotionally sensitive one - which is a damning indictment on how emotionally damaged voldemort is - and the one who, as he comes to terms with the griefs of his childhood, is least afraid to show his feelings.

however, harry is very good at compartmentalising his feelings and, outside of order of the phoenix, has a remarkable capacity to just let things go. voldemort, in contrast, is canonically someone who has a very mercurial temper - he feels things much more suddenly and deeply than harry, and holds grudges so profoundly that he tanks generations of students’ education to indulge them. part of their relationship is him learning that, sometimes, harry’s willingness to not fester in emotion is good, and harry learning that screaming at people is, on occasion, very cathartic.  

albus dumbledore/lord voldemort

10. do they share any hobbies or interests? how do these things bring them together?

although by the later books the idea that voldemort has an interest in anything other than dark magic [or, if you go by the films, an interest in anything other than shrieking] has gone out the window, it’s clear that he and dumbledore are the characters in the series who can best be described as polymaths, and that voldemort is one of the few people alive who is dumbledore’s intellectual equal [and, maybe, in some areas, superior]. i like the idea of them competing to out-do each other with huge displays of set-piece magic [dumbledore is unimpressed by the horcrux cave, voldemort takes that personally] and bickering constantly about new techniques or theories which would enable that, both enjoying - but never admitting to enjoying - the fact that the other actually understands what they’re talking about. 

i also like the idea of dumbledore finally getting his grand tour, somewhere on the albanian riviera.

27. how do they say “i love you” non-verbally?

by not murdering each other. and by voldemort keeping quiet about the mistake he found in the formula for the eleventh use of dragon's blood.  

35. is their relationship a secret? if so, why?

my preferred riddledore dynamic is either student/teacher [don’t judge me] or both of them growing so tired of their spies’ incompetence during wartime that they just start communicating directly with each other. so yes.

but even in a hypothetical happy-ever-after, i still think the relationship would be kept secret - not at voldemort’s request, but at dumbledore’s. dumbledore’s relationship to his own sexuality is defined by denial - while i don’t think at all that he's ashamed to be gay [or bi, or pan, or however else you think he might identify], i think he does view desire itself in a negative sense, since it was allowing himself to give in wholeheartedly to desire in his relationship with grindelwald that led, as he sees it, to ariana’s death. we can get hints of how this might work in the specific context of his relationship with voldemort in canon - dumbledore views love as sacrificial and noble, rather than pleasurable; he has a low tolerance for hedonism or indulgence; he is, in his manner of relating to others, distant and ascetic. while voldemort is similarly self-controlled, his obvious need for comfort, recognition, and affection is something i think dumbledore would find it very difficult to provide openly, and i think - in a situation where the whole thing didn’t crash and burn - they would live entirely separate lives, punctuated periodically by some very creative sex.

44. do they cuddle often? why or why not?

no, of course they don’t. that would be emotionally healthy and healing for two such touch-starved people. they have to refuse on principle. 

49. do they keep secrets from each other?

they don’t do anything but, at first. in particular, dumbledore goes out of his way to keep his relationship with grindelwald secret, until rita skeeter decides to break the story one afternoon because she’s just feeling silly that way. the ensuing argument - "how dare you judge me for murdering my father when you killed your own sister!"/ "it was an accident!"/"so was the basilisk!" and so on - is legendary and destroys half of godric’s hollow.

but it brings about a reckoning too. it’s clear in canon that one of the things voldemort particularly dislikes about dumbledore is his belief that dumbledore is a hypocrite - "you do not seek to kill me, dumbledore? above such brutality, are you?" from the ministry duel always stands out to me, given that voldemort knows dumbledore has sent half the order to risk death without a second thought, as does the fact that the death eaters tell harry that voldemort was genuinely shocked to discover dumbledore hadn’t told him about the prophecy. the cause of dumbledore’s complicated relationship with honesty - profound childhood/teenage trauma - is something voldemort can understand, and it gives them something to relate to each other with which helps there be a little, teeny-tiny bit less lying in the relationship from that point.

[darkfictionjude]

Etymology nonnie here!

I was remembering a meme I saw a time ago about an actor looking at everyone as if he was deeply in love with them. And asked myself if MC could have such a look with the RO's. Yet, if they have dead eyes, I just cannot picture it being possible.

That being the case, it makes me wonder how the RO's handle that. An MC that is deeply in love with them, but the eyes don't show it. It's such a bizarre thing to think about. Especially for character that exist in written form. I'm so used at Literature using the eyes, the gaze, to describe how characters feel. To reveal the internal turmoils of emotion and affection a character harbors. But MC cannot have that, can they? Their gaze is dead, their eyes cannot reflect the emotions inside. There is a lack of luster, of a gleam.

And I would imagine it must feel devastating, at least, to some degree. To receive MC's love and being confronted with dead eyes that show no love. No emotion whatsoever. Which doesn't make their gaze mysterious and intriguing, but unsettling...

I'm fascinated by this idea. Of course, for the asks you have answered, we can be sure the RO's can trust or feel the love MC has for them in other ways. But I cannot stop myself for imagining a part of Lorcan's doubts are built upon, perhaps subconsciously, on the lack of emotion of MC's dead eyes.

I could see Imre being intrigued rather than unsettled or insecure. A part of him trying to figure out why MC's eyes cannot communicate what he knows, or suspects, must be a strong sentiment.

Nia is the only character I cannot predict. A part of me believes she is used to it, given how long she has known MC. And she can have a crush on MC long before MC realizes any romantic inclination towards Nia. Yet, how cannot it help her suspicions, even if only on a subconscious level, that MC may be a killer? After all, there is no way MC's gaze is not uncanny. So, as logical as Nia may be, an instinctual judgment could have moved the balance of her verdict. Yet only slightly, as I'm aware she bases her conclusion on facts, common behavior and logical speculation dependant on said facts and patterns of conduct.

And this is such a simple detail, and yet it is able to give so much. How wonderful is the human brain, that can assing so much meaning to such things.

Your ramblings are great especially on a topic such as this since there hasn’t been any analysis on being confronted with mc’s eyes. It is very unsettling because they look into someone’s eyes they really look and it can be like staring into a void

[seadragon-sailing]

*Hurries over* What if gay old men? *pushes Smollett into Feng and then runs away* ((I'm so sorry-))

Lol! Anon, I think you and I shared a brain cell. I'm going to admit it, for ONCE, I actually was tempted to ship Feng with another character! Granted, I feel like it'd fall under the implied/semi-crack ship category for me since I wouldn't take it very seriously 😂 NGL, still pretty cute to think about even though Feng is old as hell (I just suck at drawing Feng looking elderly lol).

I DO, however, have some headcanons for the hypothetical shippers out there:

It'd be strictly romantic (Feng really isn’t interested in the NSFW stuff.  He's asexual coded and just really has no interest since he only did it once with his former wife in order to procreate, and hasn’t bothered since).

Feng already doesn’t do PDA in general, so any romantic stuff is strictly behind closed doors. Even then, there might not be a whole lot since he grew up like most people in Chinese culture did, which included no hugs whatsoever. So, while he's a big guy who has great potential to give wonderful bear hugs, he has yet to open up to the idea.

Weirdly enough, Feng has no opinion on the anti-homosexual principles that were established in the Ming dynasty and are upheld in the Qing dynasty.  To him, if it’s not hurting anyone, he doesn’t give a shit. So, the chances of Feng blabbing to the Navy are non-existent.

Feng’s way of showing affection is more based on how he speaks to the person.  With Smollett, he’d eventually get into heated arguments with him a whole lot less, but would probably still tease him with a bit of banter here-and-there.

I only have a handful because Feng is never on my roster for shippable characters, so this was quite interesting! I still feel more partial towards a crack ship between Kyung and Smollett, but hey– This is also just as good of a crack ship to me. 😤🤌

[chad-chungus]

Am I disappointed in the recent JJK chapter? Yes, definitely. For starters, Gojo’s reaction to Nanami’s death felt very underwhelming. Like I don’t expect Gojo to breakdown and cry because that would be out of character for him as he is a character that is build upon concealing his emotions through a facade. He buries them deep within him so he can still call himself the strongest, and bear the burden of what it means to wield that power so others don’t have to. But the fact that we didn’t get any emotion out of him, like not a single panel of him looking frustrated, clenching his fists or an inner monologue of his thoughts felt SO wrong.

Another thing I need to mention is the time skip. Like I had expected Gojo to unleash all his pent up anger and emotions right then and there when he faced Kenjaku but nope. Especially considering the fact that Kenjaku is in Geto’s body - his one and only true friend! Like I feel like maybe those two having a small fight and then bringing all that tension down with Gojo reuniting with his friends and students really could have given us more in sight into Gojo’s thoughts and really added more depth to his character, especially considering he has been out of the series for over 100 chapters. And like I just really would love to see how much all of the deaths and Gojo being in the prison realm effected his mental and emotional state, because SURELY it affected him, right? Please tell me I’m not the only one who thinks this?

And also like seriously... there is no mention of Nobara whatsoever... like excuse me, if she is 100% dead, Gojo should have been told about her death too! Like honestly her death is left so ambiguous it’s so fucking painful. Arata literally stated that she had a slim chance for survival and if the confirmation was literally Megumi being SILENT and Yuji saying “oh, I get it.” is one of the WORST death confirmations I have ever witnessed because it is SO ambiguous and is just based on the assumption of Yuji believing she is dead! And if Gojo literally hasn’t been told, or if he has but Gege didn’t decide to show his reaction is so bad. And also I want to know so badly if Gojo knows that the old fart killed principal Yaga because Gojo is literally seen walking next to him with Utahime. And speaking of Utahime... gege remembered she exists. But I honestly doubt she’ll remain relevant in this last arc considering how the female writing took a fucking nose dive. And Miwa... like her appearance a few chapters back in the culling games really shook me and it was just never brought up again... like excuse me!!! It’s just so baffling like I seriously think Gege just doesn’t give a shit about his series anymore and has like forgotten what has happened in his own series. 

I just feel like Gege just wants to get to the end by any means necessary, he just doesn’t care if it coherent or paced well; he only wants to get to the finish line by the end of this year. It just makes me feel like he doesn’t even understand his own characters and what is happening in his own story at this point and it is so unbelievably disappointing. And like over the whole culling games arc it has just been action after action with no down time with the characters whatsoever that it just feels like a whole power play between characters, like they have to prove who is stronger and who is the better fighter, and they have all lost their depth to adher to the spectacle of the fights. Not all the characters but still, it’s just so unbelievably jarring seeing the direction JJK is taking. Like the theme of JJk is literally what it means to die a good death, and how no matter how powerful you are, cycles will always remain a constant and that they are rather extremely difficult or rather impossible to break. 

JJK used to be one of my favourite series of all time. I loved it so much and its characters, and while I still love some aspects and some characters, I can’t comprehend anything that is happening now. It’s very disappointing.

[nirikeehan]

NIRI you know I'm about to ask about "church" !!!!!

Thank you, Rowan, I am SO glad you asked.

Ask me questions here!

Okay. So. One of the things my absolutely unhinged brain glommed onto when listening to Twice Bitten was Metrion's relationship to the Barovian religion; he finds immense comfort and resolve in the teachings of the Morninglord and the kindly priest who runs St. Andral's church in Vallaki, Father Lucian. I love me some complicated and nuanced portrayals of faith, okay.

Contrast this with Thalia, who I played through Inquisition with as someone having a lot of religious trauma from her family and time in the Circle. I have joked that I played her as "a Catholic schoolgirl two days out from graduation," something I have no experience with at all. (Ha, ha.)

Smash these two characters and their respective religious views together, and we've got this scene.

This is leading up to a scene that can happen in Curse of Strahd "canon," if we can call the module that. (Certain conditions need to be met in order to trigger it, something that did happen in Twice Bitten.) It's known in the module as "The Feast of Saint Andral," and in Twice Bitten it was one of the most iconic turns of events, imo. So I'm more or less taking what Metrion did in his canon and adding Thalia (and later, her own retinue, who she previously got separated from).

And I'm sure nothing bad whatsoever is going to happen to anyone involved.

After a few blocks of traversing alleys, Metrion cuts abruptly back onto the main road. He strides with purpose toward a large stone building, sitting adjacent to a graveyard. At the entry gate, Thalia pauses, a familiar unease falling over her. “Where are we?”  Metrion slows, glancing over his shoulder at her. He shrugs.  “A church.”  Dread forms a pit in her stomach. She grips the gate handle, staring up at the belfry.  “Where I come from, we called them Chantries.” Her voice sounds ghostly, even to her own ears. “Are you sure it’s safe?”

She remembers the church in Barovia village, with its claw marks on the door, the benches inside broken and strewn, the mad priest Donavich telling them to seek the Kolyanovich siblings elsewhere, the screaming under the floorboards. And before that — all the times she stood in the Chantry, reciting the Chant of Light with her fellow Circle mages when she wished to be elsewhere. Studying the doctrine that told her that her proper place was a prison. Trying to point out the discrepancies to the Ostwick Chantry Mother in her religion class, as if that would make a difference. It’s just semantics, girl, she’d said. Don’t worry your head about it.  Metrion turns to face her. Mist swirls at their feet in the gathering dusk. She can feel the scrutiny from his golden eyes. His mouth works, and she expects an acerbic quip, but maybe the way she clutches the gate has tipped him off. “Yeah,” he says softly, with surprising tenderness. “I know the priest, all right? Father Lucian. He, uh, says this place is hallowed ground. So no creepy crawly undead can get inside.” Thalia frowns. “I’ve never heard of Chantries being protected from things like that.”  “What are you, a theologian?” Metrion retorts. “Listen. He’s a good sort, this one. He might let us sleep in the pews or something. No matter what, that’s still a roof over our heads, right?”�� Thalia stares at him. “Your plan is to beg the Father to let us sleep in the Chantry? Like street urchins?”  Metrion bristles. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize Your Highness required luxury accommodations. Shall I go seeking to the local lord for rooms? Oh, wait, he’s a fucking vampire who wants to kill us all.”  “I’m not a— that’s not what I meant,” Thalia stammers, taken aback by his vitriol. She wants to tell him only a monarch would be addressed as Your Highness, but she doesn’t think that will aid the situation. She hasn’t yet found an opportunity to tell him about the Inquisition and her place in it. She recalls the posh accent he affected upon first meeting her. He must be used to rubbing elbows with the elite, but as a performer who would suffer condescension if he revealed too much about a humble birth. Telling him of her own position of privilege might not endear her to him any, either.  She nods stiffly. “Forgive me. Your idea is a solid one. Let’s go see what this Father Lucian has to say.”

[winns-stuff]

Okay, so first of all. I have to apologize for the longest ask your probably going to ever receive and I am so sorry that you have to receive my autism.

That being said..

I don’t..I don’t get why they Pere and Hades are going through all of this..shit.. tons of couples don’t get “””married”” in the eyes of the law and are still very much husband and wife..why do they gotta do so much heteronormativity up in here..?

Why do they HAVE to be governmentally married..? Why can’t they just say “fuck it” and elope??? Because really what does the sanctions of Olympus have over the underworld? She doesn’t have to back to Olympus.

She can get legally married in the underworld. It wouldn’t be valid in Olympus but fuck Olympus at this point.. who cares..? She’s an underworld queen.. not an Olympus one..she can have her papers. Just not Olympus papers.

In episode 208 she said that she just wanted to take it slow and not have to be “Hade’s wife” and now we’re already taking about fucking WEDDING DRESSES AND RINGS AND ALL SORTSA STUFF…was that dress shop in Olympus?

If yes, then simply BUY AN UNDERWORLD DRESS! That stupid Olympian embargo shouldn’t mean ANYTHING to the underworld! Why not have her MAKE HER OWN DRESS! SHE CAN WEAVE!! We haven’t seen her weave in the longest of time.. let’s see how her skill has grown!!

I’m just tired because I know they’re gonna make a big fuckin show outa something that really isn’t that big of a deal. In fact queer people couldn’t get legally married for the longest of times yet they still got married in the eyes of their preferred god or in the eyes of their family or in the eyes of themselves because it DOESN’T MATTER WHAT THE STUPID GOVERNMENT SAYS ABOUT YOUR MARRIAGE- Ugufhhfhhd

See that’s the main reason why I think this whole Persephone going back to the Underworld with no consequences is boring as hell. You’re telling me that she ate the pomegranate seed, the same one that took Hades’ fertility and actually effected something in him, had no affect whatsoever with Persephone and she magically can go wherever she wants and be at all realms at the same time? Where the fuck is the conflict at that point? Demeter really can’t do anything about it except for maybe Winter but Persephone can literally go back at any time so unlike the myth she’s not trapped there which means less impact for the meaning behind Demeter plunging the world into eternal winter. It’s annoying seeing how there’s so many meaningful things in the myths that are now being obliterated by this terrible retelling and no one even cares because at least they can gawk at Hades in the same suit he’s been wearing for three seasons and renown him as the most finest man in LO.

But I agree with you, the whole embargo thing was stupid as hell and could be solved easily. They wouldn’t even have to rush their marriage anyways because they could’ve been planning it in the Underworld which you’d think Persephone would like since she claims she’s literally nothing without it (even though the Underworld has made negative changes and effects on her life) and I feel like it would’ve been a great power move to do something like that. She’s the queen of the Underworld now yet there’s been no characteristic changes made to her even proving she is, everyone loves to give her her flowers about maturing and taking the throne when literally nothing about her interactions in LO ever show that. She doesn’t stand up for herself STILL, people constantly walk over her STILL, they continue to push their boundaries with her STILL, they still dress her in whatever clothes they want to wear STILL, and finally she hasn’t even been treated like she is royalty by literally anyone. There’s nothing there telling us she’s an actual queen except for her title and it’s annoying.

Anyways, this was a great ask and I appreciate all of your thoughts and agree with you whole heartedly. Also I didn’t mind the length at all so no need to apologize!

[grimgrinningghost456]

Sorry Froggy, I know I am late, but if you still feel like answering/talking about stuff:

How does a transformation from vampire to animal work in your AU/headcanon? Is it painful? Does it get easier with time? Is it only possible during certain moon phases? What is easier, wolf or bat?

Just something I have been curious about :)

Hey @0nelittlebirdtoldme . It’s never too late to throw an ask at me.

So for shifting, easiness and pain level varies. As far as the first time goes, it’s always painful for someone who is turned rather than born as a vampire. For Dracula, he has no pain whatsoever when he shifts into a wolf or a bat, unless he hasn’t done so in about half a century. Then it’s achey, and he feels sore. (About as sore as one would feel the day after running a marathon) This is due to age and experience.

When Vlad was learning, he found that shifting to a wolf was much easier than shifting to a bat. The first time a vamp shifts into a bat, it feels like they’re getting crushed while someone is tearing their fingers off. Growing fur for either form is more unnerving than painful. Johnny had more issues changing into a wolf than a bat. Both Drac and Johnny were confuzzled by this because they both agreed that the bat was more painful to shift to in the first few attempts since they’re forcing their body to shrink down.

On the topic of born vampires, shifting isn’t painful at all. This is because shifting is one of the first things a pup is taught, which is one of the reasons they’re called pups in the first place. Also babies’ bones are bendy and flexible (and according to my moms doctor back like 13 years ago, “babies bounce”). Since their bones aren’t so stiff and brittle, there’s no pain in shifting for pups. To top that off, it’s instinctual for pups to shift when they see their parents shift. It’s not a learnt behavior for born vamps.

Onto Timing! So vamps can turn to bats anytime they see fit. Wolves for older vamps is also on the “Anytime any place” menu. Fledglings have to wait for either a full moon or a new moon. New moon is rare, however and happened to be the phase that Johnny’s wolf decided to settle in before he was old enough to also have free wolf privileges. Once again, born vampires don’t have as many restrictions as turned vampires, and the began shifting when they were relatively newly born. The moon passes for the wolf may make the shifting a little easier, but it doesn’t affect them in any other way.

Thanks for the ask again, Birdie! (If you or anyone else want to hear the differences between turned vampires for feeding and the sun, feel free to ask🙃)