#to be fair i don’t think if they kissed it would solve any of their problems

[fictionalcreator]

Finally watching Moriarty the Patriot. Camp fun, really enjoying it. Get the last episode and…goddamn…I know it’s a common joke about how anime rivalries are always inherently homoerotic, but I was not expecting “if I could be reborn, I would want to be true friends with you” and “I would want to take my time and talk at length with you” and “so you felt the same from the start, you idiot!” Like oh, okay, so we’re all on the same page about y’all being gay

[chikaras-garden]

Batboys as your sugar daddy pt. 2

Don’t you know you’re his?

Pairings: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Damian Wayne x fem!reader

Contains: Sugar daddies. Possessive, controlling men. Power imbalances. They’re all a little toxic. Allusions to daddy kink in Jason’s.

Notes: So quick. Very short. I said “one” and wrote three. I’m a giver. 18+ or you’ll be blocked. I don’t usually do part 2s unless I want to, so please don’t request them—thank you!

DICK GRAYSON 💋

Standing behind you, Dick dangles a breathtakingly dainty pendant in front of your face. You can feel his smile in the way he holds you: hands on your hips, chest puffed up with pride, lips against your temple. 

“I got you this,” he says. “You’ll wear it for me, won’t you?”

Mesmerized, you reach out and touch the stone. No, it’s not his name, not even his initial, but a perfectly cut, dark blue-green gemstone nestled in your favorite shade of gold. Dick’s not the flashiest of men—yes, you look at him and instantly know that he’s wealthy, but he has nothing to flaunt because his confidence is as easy as breathing. 

But he is possessive. Almost everything you own is blue now—because he thinks it’s funny to be so on-the-nose about a secret only a select few people know. He doesn’t care who else knows that you’re his, no; it’s that you know you’re his, so much so that straying isn’t even a thought in your pretty head.

Why would you, when he spoils you so?

JASON TODD 💋

“Are you going to be a good girl and ride my thigh?”

Jason doesn’t give you the chance to answer. It’s not that you can’t; he know you can. You’re his smart girl, his clever baby. You could solve all the world’s problems if you set your mind to it; you just don’t need to.

Because Jason takes care of things for you. That’s why, even though he asks, it’s while he already has his hands on your hips to drag you, pants and panties off, back and forth over his muscled thigh.

When he brings you close to his chest, he pressed playful, teasing kisses against your mouth; his eyes are alight with mischief, darkly sparkling in a way that invites you to get lost in them. In him.

Sensation climbs and your mind goes hazy, but that’s okay. Jason’s here. He always will be. Always within arm’s reach, always ready to give you his full attention—hands, lips, cock—at the drop of a hat. No matter where you are, you’re his, and he wouldn’t allow it to be any other way.

DAMIAN WAYNE 💋

“Can you behave?” Damian asks in a tone that suggests he knows you can’t.

It’s his fault, really; he sets impossible rules knowing you’ll break them, just because you and he both want to find out what happens. Your lover is brutal, yes, and ruthless—but most importantly, he is fair. He answers every one of your whims before you even say the word.

“I can,” you insist, tilting your head in search of his lips. Behind you, he leans away, holding you in place with a firm grip on your hip and shoulder.

When you whine that you can’t reach him, he tuts, chuckles, and cups your jaw in one hand. “Do you know what the word means?”

Behave, you think. Of course you know what the word means. Everyone does.

But then he murmurs, voice low in your ear and breath warm on your skin, “Should I show you?”

[tubatwo]

escape rooms - kang taehyun

summary: where taehyun takes you to an escape room for the first time and gets a bit distracted

pairing: kang taehyun x gn reader

genre: fluff; 0.8k works

a/n: short drabble inspired by a dream I had lol also will I ever end a fic without a corny ending…… hmm probably not

“hi, my name is yeonjun and i’ll be your attendant for today. have you guys been to an escape room before?”

you and taehyun decided to plan a date to an escape room after embarrassingly admitting that you’ve never been to one. and that was the moment taehyun became determined to fulfill his mission.

ㅤ

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he made sure to clear his schedule just for you, and he was counting down the days until he got to have fun with his baby!!!

“i’ve done a few, but this is their first one.” taehyun explains softly, rubbing your back.

“well, let’s get a beginner room for you two, yeah?” yeonjun taps a few buttons on the tablet in front of him before grabbing a set of keys and signaling you to follow him. “don’t worry, it won’t be too easy! I think you guys can really work together on this one.”

“thank you, yeonjun!” you thank him for being considerate of your limited knowledge while also trying not to make things too boring for your boyfriend. you didn’t want him to think things were too easy but you also didn’t want to look dumb by not knowing how to solve anything.

as you walk in, you two are met with an introductory message and what seems to be a broken generator. after a few minutes of figuring out the main goal, you split up and begin searching all over the room. there was mostly a comfortable silence unless it was time to put any important pieces together.

“wait, baby, there’s a piece over here that matches the blueprint we saw earlier.” you remind him, dragging him over to the corner you left a few moments ago.

“oh? but I tried this one earlier and it didn’t fit…” taehyun says, pouting slightly. you frown at the piece before remembering a small tube that seemed to connect. “wait! remember the tube piece from before?” you ask out loud, not really expecting an answer. you grab the tube and untwist the top. “I think if we add this to the piece over here we can fill in the missing gap and connect it to the generator.”

you hear your boyfriend chuckle and let out a small breath. you notice he hasn’t moved and your eyes look up to see him already staring at you. “you sound really sexy right now.”

“taehyun! they can probably hear us!” you shove him slightly while both of your giggles fill the room. “I don’t care, they should know my partner is smart and sexy.” he walks over to hold your waist while trying to sneak kisses. eventually you give in, allowing him to press his lips to yours.

“hey– cut it out! ahem, I mean you have 20 minutes remaining~”

both of your eyes widen as a voice comes from the intercom.

“was that?”

“oh hey, yeonjun.”

“guys please, I don’t get paid enough for this...”

you and taehyun chuckle and quickly apologize before focusing back on the puzzle. eventually, you two finish the escape room with a few minutes to spare. you walk out to reunite and bid farewell to yeonjun, who expresses his gratitude for you two keeping things PG, which was disgustingly uncommon for some of the couples that would show up. but he thought you two were a cute couple nonetheless <3

eventually you make your way back to your shared apartment and plop on the couch, arms open waiting for taehyun to join you. he walks over slowly and allows himself to crawl on top of you.

“today was fun, taehyun, thank you.” you run your hands through his dark brown locks and peck his cheek a few times before squinting your eyes at him. “you totally knew what to do earlier, right?” you ask.

he pretends to think for a second before hiding his face in your neck. “okay! just a little bit!” he admits. you scold him by playfully trying to push him off of you while laughing. he only holds on tighter while his giggles vibrate your skin. “to be fair, I just wanted to spend more time with you. if we finished it too soon then it would’ve been over, right?”

you didn’t mind at all. you knew there would be plenty of opportunities for more challenging ones in the future. which means more time to spend with your boyfriend!

“you just looked so cute and–“

“taehyun, it’s okay! just promise me we can try a bunch of different ones?”

“of course, baby.” taehyun smiles and leans back down to kiss you gently. “soon enough we’ll be escape room champions.” you see him think to himself for a bit before continuing.

“I also really love when you talk puzzle to me.”

“oh my god, please stop!”

[abbyromanoff]

Can I request Natasha Romanoff X reader. "The last of us " AU . Angst and maybe some smut if you feel like it ?

THE LAST OF ME AND YOU

PAIRINGS: Natasha Romanoff x reader, Wanda Maximoff x reader

WORD COUNT: 1,959

WARNINGS: smut, strap on use, reader is a mom, depression, angst, break ups, death, tlou au (I’ve never played the game so bare with me), killing, praise, arguments, abandonment, think that’s all :)

NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN!!

Nat continued her harsh thrusts into your tight hole as her hot breath landed on your face. The strap she wore abused your cunt in the most delicious way possible and had you chasing for more.

Your head was thrown back, allowing your girlfriend to mark your neck. Your hand went to the back of her neck, pulling her further in while scratching her scalp.

“You gonna cum for me, baby?” You nodded, struggling to speak as all that left you were broken sobs and choked-out moans. Your legs wrapped around her waist and your free hand went to her back, creating red lines with your nails.

“Please- I’m gonna-” Your legs were shaking as her pace slightly faltered, the pain causing her to hiss out mumbled word. She permitted you to let go, your cunt clenching around her as your juices covered her cock.

“Just like that- oh, you’re doing so good, such a good girl.” Her praises made a small smile plaster across your face and a breathless ‘thank you’ escaping your lips.

She soon pulled out of you slowly, trying to withhold any pain that could be a result. You whimpered out a few disagreements but let her continue.

“It’s alright, you’re okay.” She tossed the toy to the side and wrapped her arms around your figure, inhaling your scent that brought her comfort.

“What are you thinking about, sweetheart?” She hummed, afraid to give you a response and see your reaction. You noticed this and pulled her head away from you, giving her a soft squeeze to her hand and a kiss to her forehead, trying to ease her into talking.

“I’ve been thinking about some things,” You gave her a slow nod to show you were ready for her to speak once more. She sighed, gulping down her fears with a shake of her head.

“No, it’s stupid.” She tried to stand, only to be pulled back down by your grasp.

“Hey, talk to me. What’s going on?” You patted the spot next to you and let her take a seat, cuddling into her waist as you stared up at her.

“She deserves to be avenged.” Her sister, one of the only people she had left, was killed only last year. It was devastating, she was barely able to recover. You and your child were the only things that helped, and even then it would never solve the pain she felt.

“Nat, we talked about this.” She had mentioned it before and was quickly shut down by you. You knew it wasn’t exactly fair, but you deserved to be selfish just this once. You couldn’t lose her, neither you nor Gabriel, your son, would be able to handle that. He had the right to grow up with both parents in his life, not just one.

Natasha wasn’t his biological mother, his father died shortly after you found out about your pregnancy. But she stepped up, and she earned that spot as his mother and caregiver. She loved him like he was her own because, in her eyes, he was.

“But I need to do this, Y/N, why can’t you understand that?” You sat up, throwing the blankets over your bare body and grabbing the clothes that you were previously wearing. She followed you as you voyaged into your son’s room, standing in front of his crib and gently picking him up.

“Hi, handsome, did you enjoy your little nap?” You spoke to the young child in hand, chuckling as his small hands tried to grasp onto you.

“Don’t ignore me, Y/N.” You blinked away tears and sat on the near chair to pull down your shirt, letting your son suckle on your breasts. He was still so young at only twelve months, if she disappeared, he wouldn’t even remember her.

“I’m not discussing this anymore with you.” She walked out of the door, leaving you and Gabriel alone in the lowly lit room.

“Don’t worry, Gabe, momma isn’t going anywhere.” He didn’t seem to understand and you wished it would stay this way forever. You didn’t want him to age, he was so perfect like this. But you wouldn’t know how to handle him on your own in the dangers of this world. Neither of you were safe, but Nat made a promise to always protect the both of you or die trying. And she always had, you were beyond grateful for all she had done.

The next morning came quicker than expected and you ventured into the kitchen to make breakfast for the three of you. You went outside to grab one of the tomatoes from your garden and returned to your spot, cutting the fruit into circles and placing it on top of the eggs for more flavor.

The plates were placed on the table as you went into your son’s room to find him awake and smiling as usual, he was always a happy boy.

“C’mon, it’s time to eat, kiddo.” When you walked into the kitchen you found Nat standing there with bags next to her legs. You shuddered, stalling for a moment before placing the young child into his high chair. You took the spot next to him and let him drink from the bottle Nat was able to make.

“I assume you’re leaving.” Her lack of response was all you needed. You turned to face her, the tears hidden in your eyes nearly escaping against your will. She held onto the handles of the bags that held her weapons and a small amount of her nutrition. She tried stepping towards you, only to be stopped in her tracks when you backed away.

“I promise I’ll be back for you two, I’m not giving up on us.” She reached for your cheek and you let her, interlacing your hand with her own as she kissed the back of it.

“I love you so much, angel.” She then turned to your son who seemed to be clueless to the whole ordeal. “And I love you so much, my baby boy.” When she tried meeting your eyes you looked away, wiping your nose that had become sniffly. She picked up her bags once again and slowly turned to the door, every creak from the floorboards making her miss you even more.

“If you walk out those doors, that will be the last time you see your family.” You two were the only real family she had left, everybody else had passed on and left her alone. She considered joining them at one point in her life, but she couldn’t do that to you both. Yet, she was still able to leave you both.

“Yelena didn’t deserve this, and I’m going to bring her the goodbye she deserved.” She wasn’t able to look at you, it would only break her more.

“Killing them won’t bring her back to life, she’s gone and you can’t do anything about it. I’m sorry to say it but it’s true, there is no bringing her back.”

“I know that, but they shouldn’t be able to roam the Earth when she no longer can because of them.” You knew there was no convincing her to stay, there never was. But you were hoping she’d realize the cost even if she didn’t seem to care about anything other than the blonde.

“Goodbye, my loves.” She knew deep down that it would most likely be the last words she ever spoke to you, you were always one to keep a promise. And you did, later that week you packed up everything you had and left with little to no destination in mind. All you knew were that a group of travelers came by often, you had even made small conversation with one of them. Most gangs were ones to fear, but not them. The woman welcomed you with open arms, even greeting the baby that was secured in your hold.

“My name’s Wanda, Wanda Maximoff.” The rest of her group was almost as kind as her, and you couldn’t help but thank all gods that she came into your life. If she didn’t, you wouldn’t be alive and neither would your son.

You told her about Nat, how she left you like it was nothing. Seeing you look and sound so hopeless caused her to sob later that night while she slept beside you. There were no terms shared between either of you, but she was so unbelievably in love with you after only a few months of knowing you. You didn’t know where you stood, you still held a deep love for your past lover, but you knew you’d never see her again.

You noticed how Wanda cared for Gabriel and protected him with every bit of her. You later found out that she used to be a mom herself until the breakout traveled across the entire globe and left her as the only member of her family left. You also found out that she used to have a husband, Vision was his name. You held her close to you as she spoke, and that’s when it happened. She kissed you, and neither of you could stop the magical feeling from repeating itself. You weren’t over Natasha, and Wanda understood that. She gave you all the time you needed before you were ready. Gabriel spoke his first words while laying on top of your chest with Wanda having an arm behind your head.

When he eventually became more fluent the more you two taught him, he uttered a parental nickname to the brunette. She hadn’t felt this happy since the times she spent with her family. It caused a small ache in your heart when knowing that Nat had been teaching him how to speak as she waited for the day he’d call her his mother alongside you. But it wasn’t your fault, she was gone now and she was the one who made the decision to do so.

When the redhead returned to your home she found the place to be empty with only dust and spider webs in sight. It had taken two years but she achieved her goal, and she knew Yelena was looking down on her, but she didn’t know if it was out of shame or happiness.

You were right, no wound caused to the men who had taken her life helped soothe the pain of losing her sister and now her family. Gabriel was most likely more grown by now, and she wanted to imagine how you two were doing but it only brought a sob from deep in her chest. She fell to her knees, punching the floor as hard as she could and causing a hole to appear. That’s when she noticed something falling from the counter and landing next to her.

It was a Polaroid of you and Nat before the curse broke out. At the time you two were just friends while your boyfriend and the father of your child was still alive. There were words written on the back ‘forever my love’, she had secretly added them there when you didn’t know. At the time, she had held a longing for you that she hoped would be filled, and it eventually was but it only lasted a year. It wasn’t enough time for you to know how much she loved you and how long she had loved you.

But you were gone, yet her love for you never would be. She wanted to find you, to tell you how sorry she was, but she knew deep down you were probably better off without her. All she wanted was to avenge her sister, but now she was left completely alone with no one to mend her broken heart.

[sailorholly]

Strictly Business Pt. 7

Summary: Spencer wants to gain sexual experience before asking out his dream date. You just want a way to release stress. What could go wrong?

Pairing: Spencer Reid × F. BAU Reader

Warnings: Friends with benefits. Smuttish.

W/C: 902

Strictly Business Masterlist

You look around the hotel bathroom as your face is pressed against the glass of the shower door. Spencer has you pinned to it as he thrusts into you from behind. This was your last day helping him practice.

His date with Chloe was in two days, and you would be spending most of tomorrow traveling back home. You collectively decided after Rossi caught you on the jet that you wouldn’t risk doing anything there anymore.

Your most recent case was solved earlier this morning, but it was storming so badly that you couldn’t fly. So you and Spencer had been taking advantage of the down time. You couldn’t keep your hands to yourselves.

You ordered room service looking out the window to see that the storm was still going strong. When your food arrived, you sat on the bed beside Spencer who found a documentary on TV for you to watch.

“Do you think it will be this easy, this comfortable with Chloe?” You swallow the food you were chewing before answering. “Um, yeah. I think any relationship worth pursuing will be effortless. It will be natural, kinda like -“ “Breathing.” He finishes your sentence, looking up at you.

“Don’t be nervous. If she’s the one, everything will work out. You’ve kept in touch with her over texts, and she still seems like she’s so excited to go out with you from the messages you’ve shown me.” He moves a loose curl behind his ear. “What if she wants to have sex on the first date?” He asks timidly.

“Then you dick her down! You have nothing to worry about in that department, Spence. Honestly, you’re incredible. You didn’t even need the practice.” You blush as you admit more than you planned to.

He pulls you in for a kiss, large hands cupping your face as his lips press tenderly against yours. As he deepens it, your legs brush against the food you forgot about. You reluctantly pull away, placing the food out of the way. His lips are on yours as soon as the bed gets cleared.

This time the sex feels different. It’s slower, softer, more tender. He takes his time, deliberately dragging everything out. If you didn’t know better, you’d think he was making love to you. You try to push that thought out of your mind as he whispers sweet nothings in your ear, promises of what could never be.

When it’s over, he pulls you into his arms and holds you. You’re thankful that your back is facing him so you can hide your tears. You don’t want him to go on a date with Chloe. You were jealous and you had no right to be. Rules existed for a reason. And you had broken every one of them. This was supposed to be practice, but you had fallen for him so quickly. Probably the first time he touched you, if you were being honest with yourself.

You were going to lose him in a matter of days. You close your eyes trying to commit everything about this moment to memory. How he felt against you, how his hand engulfed yours as he held it, the sweet sound of his breathing.

You had the next day off to rest since it was late when you got home. You spent the night deep cleaning your apartment trying to keep your mind off Spencer’s upcoming date. You couldn’t help but hope the team would get called away for a case, but that wasn’t fair to Spencer. You truly want his happiness, even if it’s not with you. It will just take some time to get over it.

Spencer sits across the table from Chloe. She is even more beautiful in person. She thanks him for the rose he brought her. He tries to focus on her, but he keeps thinking about how you would’ve ordered something he likes too, so you could share your entrees. It was something you had been doing since almost the start of your friendship. Out to dinner with the team, neither of you could decide between the same two meals, so you each decided to get one and split them.

He noticed how she wouldn’t let him finish his sentences. She would either insert what she thought he was going to say or talk over him. Spencer tried to focus on her face, but yours burned in his mind instead. He kept thinking about how you would smile brightly at his lame attempt at a joke, even if you didn’t get it.

Chloe understood them, but she was condescending, explaining why she didn’t find them funny. By the end of the date, he decided that maybe it wasn’t horrible. First dates are supposed to be awkward after all. Not that he had much experience, but that’s how tv always portrayed them. At least that’s what he kept telling himself.

Chloe was a nice girl, so intelligent and beautiful. They had hit it off over text. Maybe she was one of those people who held better conversations over the phone. Maybe she was behaving strangely since it was their first time meeting in person. She could be nervous.

He wanted to give her another chance to prove herself, this was his dream girl after all. Wasn’t she? So he agreed to a second date. She tried to kiss him on the lips when the date was over, but he left her with a chaste kiss on the cheek instead. He pulled out his phone as he walked away. His mind only on one person, you.

Part Eight

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[blueshistorysims]

January 1925, Henford-on-Bagley, England

The moment the new year passed, the preparations for the wedding began. It was agreed that the ceremony would be small, but the reception afterward would be grand, and Byron could put the empty ballroom to use. 

Eleora’s mother Miriam insisted on helping plan the wedding, which Byron found rather helpful. She told him about her wedding to Salim as they made a list of people to invite, as well as answering questions Byron had about the faith he was soon joining that seemed too rudimentary to ask a rabbi. 

The one question he did not ask was a dilemma he’d had in the back of his mind since he proposed. He wanted to invite the Gardenhouses—even have Thaddeus and Samson as groomsmen. The resentful feelings he once had for Stella were no longer there, and he wanted to show that there were no hard feelings. Of course, how would Eleora feel?

“My mother would have my head if she was aware that I am sleeping in your bed when she’s only a few doors away.”

“I wonder how’d she feel if she knew we’ve been having sex since the very first evening we met.”

She giggled and playfully shoved his arm. “Don’t think about it.”

He chuckled before sighing and sitting up. 

“What is it?”

“I’m afraid I have a request, and I would like your input.”

“What, Byron?”

“I want to invite… Stella’s family. Her brother and cousin are two of my closest friends. And I want them to see that I bear no animosity. If only you approve of it, of course.”

“You want to invite your former wife and her family to our wedding?”

“Yes.”

She sat up. “Well, do you truly bear no ill will?”

“No. But I do not think it fair to do such a thing without permission.”

“I am glad you told me. And I don’t mind. The Misters Gardenhouse sound like very wonderful men. It would be good to bridge the families and push away any harsh feelings.”

He beamed as they kissed lightly. He didn’t deserve a woman like her. 

“Is there anything else on your mind?” Eleora asked once they broke apart.

“Now that you mention it, there is the matter of one Miss Patel and one Dr. MacGregor.”

“Indeed.” She frowned. “I don’t want to stop sleeping with them.”

“Neither do I.”

“Problem solved then.”

Byron chuckled pulling her into his lap for another kiss. “I love you.”

“I love you too darling.”

[sporadically-writing]

would you be able to do cassidy with an anxious s/o (gender neutral)

There's Gotta Be Something

Pairing: Cole Cassidy x Reader

Warnings: Anxious thoughts and feelings

Word Count: 654

Cassidy, for all the grief he’s received over the years about his status as an agent, is a smart man. He may not always seem like it because he chooses to live his life on the more chaotic side but he is smart. Specifically, he is good at reading people. He was the member of a gang and a Blackwatch agent, turning to the life of an outlaw after both of those, his survival often depended on that skill. 

So, when the two of you became friends, and later lovers, he picked up on a few of your tells. He noticed how you would cling closer to him at certain times or when there were a few too many people in the room. He noticed how you sometimes frowned after you finished talking, like there was more you wanted to say but were afraid to. He saw all of these things and realized that you must suffer from a bit of anxiety.

Okay, step one solved. Problem identified. Now all he had to do was talk to you about it.

Something, he knew, that was going to be a little difficult given the anxiety. 

That was alright! He could do this! He loved you! He wanted to help! There’s gotta be a way to do this!

So, he waited until a moment when he knew you would be at your most comfortable, surrounded by your favorite blankets and pillows, a mug of your favorite hot drink in your hands. 

He sat down beside you, draping an arm over your shoulders and kissing your cheek before he decided he would give it a try.

“Darlin’?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I talk to you about somethin’?”

Oh no. That didn’t sound like it was going to be a regular conversation. You didn’t like the sound of that. What did that mean? What did he want to talk about? Have you done something wrong? Is he planning to-?

“Darlin’? Hey, come back to me honey.” Just as his words asked, his voice brought you back out of the drain pipe that was your anxious mind.

“There ya are,” Cole smiled, then sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck, “Sorry about that darlin’. I shouldn’t have phrased it that way. I promise its nothin’ bad. I just wanna ask you a question. You’re not in trouble, or anything like that. I’m sorry if I made it sound that way. Look, I just want ya to be honest.I’m also sorry if this isn’t the right way to ask, or if I should be asking at all but, it’s the only thing I can think to do. Sweetheart, do you think you have anxiety or something? I’ve noticed how spooked you get sometimes and I- I just wanna help ya.”

You scan his face for any kind of trickery or deception but you find nothing for your mind to latch onto in that regard. All you see is your sweet Cassidy genuinely wanting to help you. 

So, you sigh, and tell him that yes, you do suffer from anxious thoughts a fair amount of the time. 

“Aww, honey,” he says with a kiss to your knuckles, “What can I do to help?”

“Honestly,” you tell him, “Just being here. You’re very comforting.”

“Aww, you’re just saying that to make me feel all warm and fuzzy.”

You chuckle along with him, “No, I mean it!”

“Well, how’s about we watch a movie and then tomorrow morning we can come up with something besides me to help you out. Not that I ain’t flattered and not that I don’t wanna help, because I do, sugar, but I think between the two of us, we can come up with a more permanent solution. Or, at least, the road to find one.”

You two share a sweet kiss and spend the rest of the night enjoying each other's company. A nice, easy, stress free evening.

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[finniestoncrane]

Your One True Nemesis

Chapter 20: also on AO3 Masterlist Here Arkham!Riddler x Female!Reader, word count: 1.4k please don't hate me please don't hate me please don't hate me if you're gonna hate anyone, hate eddie because he's emotionally stuck request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: kissing, angst

You considered yourself lucky these past few days, to know that Edward entrusted you to not only work on some things in the work room, but to do so unsupervised. It warmed your heart to know that there was something between you now, something that let him put his trust in you, let his guard down, and allow you to not only look at his plans, but to execute them. And you felt you were doing a good job so far, spurred on by the unspoken praise. Most things had been unspoken recently. But it was fine, because Edward finally trusted you.

Or at least, that was what he had planned for you to feel. Anything to distract you with pleasantries long enough for him to be able to figure out what was going on inside his usually safe and understandable brain.

The work needed to be done, that much was obvious even to him and his decaying and distracted mind, so putting you to task seemed to solve a fair amount of immediate problems. Distract you, keep up the productivity, and give him time to think, time to muse. Time to sit in his office and talk to himself.

“You expect me to accept that I have been bested? By someone so intellectually inferior? By a pretty face and a sickeningly endearing personality? I don’t believe it! I… I refuse to believe it! It’s. Not. True. I’m not susceptible to these fleeting, so-called emotions of the heart. I am logical. I am mechanical. I am fuelled by hate and anger and a desire for revenge… not a desire for… for…”

He could yell internally all he wanted though. There was very little energy left within him to deny himself of the pleasure of admitting that he had feelings for you. And that indulging himself in those feelings felt better than any level of disaster and chaos he had brought upon his enemies so far.

But it felt wrong. That was the part he couldn’t quite grasp. He was never wrong. Even in these matters of almost disgusting and overwhelmingly confusing emotional firsts, he was sure he was right. So why was everything so suddenly complicated and fraught with cautious, nervous overthinking? It had to mean something. If his brain didn’t feel right, he had to trust it. He’d spent a lifetime ignoring his heart in favour of the more logical organ. He couldn’t divert from the successful path now.

Standing up from the desk, he made his way to the work room. It was time to express to you, as simply as he could put it for your lacking intellect, that this couldn’t go on. He would have to put a stop to it before it became irreversible. He would thank you, as politely as he could muster, for your time, for the things you had let him do. But it had to stop. As a consolation, he was happy to consider you a friend and co-worker, in words alone but you didn’t have to know that. And he could happily return to being a singular unit, undeterred and unadulterated, completely free of external factors beyond occasional irritation and even rarer moments of happiness.

Or at least, he had every intention of following that plan, until he was there, stepping up behind you, his hand moving to tap you on the shoulder to gain your intention, instead falling flat, gripping you in a firm squeeze. His fingers, teasing at the fabric of your shirt, his other hand falling to your waist before he was even aware of what he was doing. Turning you around to face him, to look you in the eye. Perhaps, he had thought, seeing your face might shock him into remembering that you weren’t just a body, but a person who was becoming far too entangled in his own being.

Instead, it only made the desire for touch and comfort stronger.

As you stared at him in confusion, laced with that ever-present flirtatious and giggling air that he was intoxicated by, he could only blink in silence before his brain stood back and let his heart take control. At the very least, he could convince himself he had at least made that decision, but truthfully it was over for him the moment you placed your hands on his chest and sighed.

Leaning into you, his breath warm against your skin, he nuzzled at your neck. It was something you noticed he did, almost like burrowing, desperate for a moment of comfort and safety, for human touch. Unsure if he was planning on going any further with it, you kept yourself back a little, but as he let his tongue trace your jaw, your fingers gripped onto his shirt, pulling his body closer to yours.

Eddie peppered soft kisses along your jawline as he felt your fingers being pushed through his hair, stroking it softly. Not the usual feverish grip he was used to it. This was almost preferable, more controlled, more romantic. He shuddered at the notion, but couldn’t stop himself. His lips and their trail of kisses moved round to your cheek, gentle, as you held the back of his head to you.

Before either of you were completely aware of it, Eddie was kissing you. His lips against yours, pressed hard against them, held to you by your grip on his neck and his tight hold on your hips. It was sweet, and long, and neither of you seemed willing to give it up, despite being out of breath. But you kept holding, a tight clutch on the moment.

“I refuse to believe it.”

A sweeping, crashing cascade of intentions and desires and plans all fell into Eddie’s mind, clouding the sweet seconds he’d been kissing you, feeling your warmth against him. You faded from the picture, instead slowly replaced by his robots, his painful past, the potential he imagined for himself.

His grip on you softened, and as you heard him sigh you placed your palm against his chest, sensing his heart rate, fast and heavy against it. You let it rest there until he pulled back from you, taking in a breath before speaking.

“That was a mistake. This was all a mistake.”

“You didn’t mean it.”

“I…”

“That’s what you said before.”

“Well… I meant it, but we can’t keep doing it. Any of it. It’s a distraction to my work.”

“And you can’t do your work if you’re stressed, I thought this… helped?”

“If I wanted to relieve stress I’ll go back to berating you, since you agreed to that when you started working for me. You knew who I was. You knew what I was like. And if you didn’t, then you learned. And you stayed anyway.”

“I stayed because-”

“You stayed because you let yourself get carried away, like I did. This is interfering with my work now, though. I mean look at this.”

He threw his hand out, pointing lazily at the work you had been doing.

“This isn’t to my standards. You have to stop. And I have to stop.”

It was futile to argue with him, he knew that. He’d spent hours and hours, days, weeks, months even, trying to argue with himself over it. And he always came to that same conclusion. But still, he was surprised when you turned from him and left the workshop without another word. He stood still, watching you leave, his heart breaking, his mind still not settled. It felt like everything he did, it was the wrong move. Nothing resolved it.

And for you, it was just another step back. Perhaps an irreversible one this time. You weren’t even sure what you were doing, not sure of what the intentions were as you walked into your bedroom, locked the door, and lay down on your bed. Had you come there to cry? To wallow in self-pity? You assumed so, since that was usually what happened.

But you tried to push the tears out, to get the raw sadness to seep out from the crushing disappointment. You couldn’t, though. You couldn’t even cry over Eddie anymore. There was so little left in you that you could muster up. All you felt was love and adoration, and never-ending heart ache. If you hadn’t been so tired from waking up early, you wondered if you would have packed your bags and left.

[ktmarison]

ride  the  cyclone  sentence  starters.

'  it  turns  out  being  told  the  place  and  time  of  your  death  in  front  of  your  family  with  a  mouthful  of  corn  dog  at  a  fairground  is  the  very  opposite  of  fun.  '

'  meet  my  executioner.  '

'  i'm  well  aware  rats  cannot  play  musical  instruments.  '

'  when  you've  been  alone  for  as  long  as  i  have,  you  tend  to  anthropomorphize  your  friends.  '

'  the  armrest  to  your  left  is  yours.  the  one  to  your  right  is  your  neighbors.  if  you  believe  both  armrests  are  yours  exclusively,  you  are  part  of  the  problem.  '

'  this  just  shows  the  high  standard  of  excellence  !  even  in  competition  against  yourself,  you  can  still  walk  away  a  loser  !  '

'  tonight,  we  shall  raise  a  middle  finger  to  that  most  ruthless  adjudicator  called  time.  '

'  something  doesn't  feel  quite  right.  '

'  how  can  this  be  fair  ?  '

'  what's  the  point  of  even  suing  ?  '

'  there's  nothing  left  to  do  except  to  rot.  '

'  i  hope  i  wiped  my  browser  history  clean.  '

'  i  did  not  feel  safe  at  all  .'

'  democracy  rocks  !  '

'  even  in  death,  i  can't  escape  her  !  '

'  well  played,  satan,  well  played.  '

'  being  the  only  gay  man  in  a  small  rural  high  school  is  kind  of  like  having  a  laptop  in  the  stone  age.  i  mean,  sure,  you  can  have  one,  but  there's  nowhere  to  plug  it  in.  '

'  i'm  really  freaked  out  right  now.  '

'  do  you  want  to  know  what  really  freaks  me  out  ?  '

'  when  a  lioness  has  children,  she  stops  making  love  to  the  lion.  the  lion  gets  jealous.  sometimes  so  jealous  that  he  eats  the  children.  you'd  think  this  would  upset  the  lioness,  far  from  it.  they  make  love  again  as  if  the  children  never  existed.  '

‘  i’m  going  to  stand  a  little  farther  away  from  you.  okay  ?  ’

'  ever  since  i  was  six  years  old,  i  knew  i  wasn't  long  for  this  world.  '

'  don't  interrupt,  sweetie.  '

'  i  am  the  best  by  any  metric  of  society.  i  get  that.  but  if  that  is  how  worth  is  measured,  i  want  no  part  in  it.  '

'  okay,  it's  clear,  i'm  the  top  of  this  class.  '

'  fetch  me  a  coffee,  shine  my  shoes.  '

'  some  of  us  are  winners,  some  were  born  to  lose.  '

'  he'll  rob  a  7-11  and  go  straight  to  jail.  '

'  what's  he  gonna  do,  solve  a  rubik's  cube  ?  how  long's  he  got  if  we  feed  him  through  a  tube  ?  '

'  he'll  never  learn  to  read.  he's  never  gonna  breed.  he's  going  to  jail  guaranteed,  and  she's  a  freaky  monster  !  '

'  we  need  a  little  less  of  them,  a  little  more  of  me  !  '

'  you  just  told  your  best  friend  that  her  greatest  achievement  in  life  will  be  to  become  an  organ  donor.  '

'  that's  okay  !  it  kinda,  really,  super  hurt,  but  .  .  .  '

'    what  i  did  there  is  exactly  what  you  shouldn't  do.  '

'  you  challenged  my  preconceived  notion  that  all  gay  dues  are  fun  to  be  around.  '

'  sweet  jesus  christ  on  a  bike.  '

'  i've  seen  the  movie  the  blue  angel  about  a  billion  and  one  times.  '

'  mom  tells  me  i  gotta  try  to  blend  in  so  i  tried  really  hard  to  dial  it  back.  '

'  i  wanted  a  man  that  would  drive  me  to  drink.  '

'  can  you  keep  it  in  your  pants  for  one  second,  you  horrible  succubus  ?  '

'  i  embrace  a  new  man  every  night.  '

'  i  want  to  be  that  fucked  up  girl.  '

'  i  think  i  am  in  love  with  you.  '

'  i've  heard  that  lie  a  million  times  before.  '

'  tell  him  that  like  him,  i  choose  to  burn  out,  rather  than  fade  away.  '

‘  that  was  dope  !  ’

‘  level  up  !  ’

'  in  my  country  it  is  natural  for  two  men  to  show  affection  by  kissing.  '

'  there  is  a  difference  between  affection  and  smut.  '

'  what's  the  lesson  ?  '

'  not  every  story  has  a  lesson.  '

'  every  story  has  a  lesson  except  saw  five.  '

'  porno  ?  that  is  a  genre.  that  doesn't  tell  a  story.  '

'  i  think  it's  messed  up  that  we  celebrate  violence  and  demonize  the  very  act  of  love.  porno  is  magical.  '

'  i'm  never  mad  at  you.  i'm  just  frequently  disappointed.  '

'  just  cause  i'm  all  gangsta  doesn't  automatically  make  me  a  homophobe.  '

'  that  shit  was  emotionally  devastating.  '

'  we  were  engaged.  '

'  i  have  no  respect  for  this  country.  '

'  my  life  is  awesome.  '

'  this  beat  is  awesome  !  '

'  i  am  vulnerable  now.  '

'  i  lay  my  masculinity  at  the  altar  of  your  maidenhood.  '

'  i  wanna  be  with  you,  baby.  '

'  love  conquers  all.  '

'  look  at  me,  i  am  physically  weeping  !  '

'  and  that  is  why  not  everyone  should  have  a  library  card.  '

'  the  world  needs  more  poets.  '

'  and  this  is  why  you  both  sucked  at  math  !  '

'  there  are  no  accidents.  '

'  since  we're  all  sharing,  i  would  like  to  talk  about  my  religion.  '

'  for  lo,  i  am  a  prophet.  '

'  i  guess  you  could  say  i'm  pretty  sexy  on  another  planet.  '

'  who  are  you  right  now  ?  '

'  we  need  your  fantastic  seed.  '

'  i  know  you've  heard  the  legend  of  the  sexy  cat  women  from  zolar.  '

'  won't  you  please  help  save  our  galaxy  ?  '

'  what  would  you  do  in  my  place  ?  '

'  oh  my  goodness,  what  have  i  gotten  myself  into  ?  '

'  i'm  a  lover,  not  a  fighter  !  '

'  i  wanna  hold  your  hands.  '

'  i  have  no  desire  to  rule  the  galaxy.  to  hold  you  close  is  enough  for  me.  '

'  i'm  gonna  give  you  the  cliff  notes  for  every  prophet  that  ever  lived:  life  is  hard  enough  without  making  up  reasons  to  be  dicks  to  each  other.  '

'  let's  take  care  of  each  other.  '

'  for  love  is  the  closest  you  can  come  to  another  person,  for  it's  the  closest  you  can  come  to  being  another  person.  '

'  and  then  peace  was  restored.  '

'  there's  only  one  commandment  in  my  bible.  don't  be  a  dick.  '

'  in  choosing  myself,  that  would  be  the  ultimate  dick  move.  '

'  i'm  the  same  person  i  always  was.  it's  just  no  one  ever  listened  to  me.  '

'  if  the  holy  people  are  to  be  kept  harmless  from  war,  then  make  all  people  holy.  '

'  we  all  know  the  worms  must  be  fed.  '

'  my  soul.  is  it  here  ?  '

'  cruel  existence  was  only  a  shame.  '

'  won't  you  tell  me  at  last  who  i  am  ?  '

'  i  hear  the  anguish  of  the  street.  '

'  if  this  is  how  i  die,  lord,  why  be  left  with  no  family  and  no  friends  ?  '

'  time  eats  all  his  children  in  the  end.  '

'  this  is  no  way  to  die.  '

'  isn't  there  anyone  to  tell  me  who  i  am  ?  '

'  that  song  is  so  overplayed.  '

'  how  did  you  find  the  entire  meaning  of  my  life  in  such  a  phrase  ?  '

'  not  even  the  dutch  speak  dutch.  '

'  i've  never  been  drunk  before.  or  kissed  a  man.  '

'  your  life  was  tragic.  '

'  how  do  we  know  it's  my  birthday  ?  '

'  what's  a  savannah  ?  '

'  it's  a  fire  sale  in  my  brain  and  everything  must  go.  '

'    you  know  i  envy  you.  '

'  i  was  building  a  life  and  you  were  satisfied  doing  nothing.  '

'  i  thought  my  life  had  meaning,  turns  out  it  didn't.  '

'  my  death  has  really  affected  me.  '

'  naturally  my  death  has  affected  you  !  can't  you  just  listen  for  once,  without  making  everything  about  yourself  ?  '

'  i  lost  my  virginity  to  a  carnie  in  a  porta  potty.  '

'  he  had  this  tattoo  on  his  forearm.  it  was  of  two  skeletons  having  sex,  and  it  said  born  to  bone  on  the  bottom  of  it.  '

'  after  a  while,  i  started  feeling  crummy  about  stuff.  '

'  i  really  wish  i  never  thought  those  things.  '

'  i  just  wanted  to  do  it,  so  i  didn't  have  to  think  about  doing  it  anymore.  '

'  i  used  to  think  that  life  was  just  a  heart  breaker.  it  breaks  til  you  can't  take  no  more.  '

'  there's  nothing  wrong  with  being  the  nicest  girl  in  town.  '

'  you  knew  all  along  i  could  never  do  it.  '

'  no  one  will  win  here,  and  no  one  can  lose.  '

'  no  one  keeps  score  of  how  hard  we  tried.  '

'  your  lucky  number  is  seven.  '

[wedontdeservethestars]

would love to see 'AMITY: warmth and heartfelt friendliness in a friendship; mutual understanding and a peaceful relationship.' + jill <3

Jill...my baby...my baby girl...................loml......

CW for slightly suggestive content at the end? Not much tho

((Send me a vocab word and a resident evil character and I’ll write a little drabble for them!!)

JILL VALENTINE x AMITY: warmth and heartfelt friendliness in a friendship; mutual understanding and a peaceful relationship

In the kind of life that you and Jill lived, you learned to enjoy the quieter moments. Any nice night alone could be your last, since tomorrow you might end up in the belly of some horrifying mutant or something. 

Even so, Jill seemed to enjoy the mundaneness more than you did. You found it hard to be unoccupied, usually having your laptop or files or even just a book open. You didn’t feel at peace otherwise. You were just a little bit of a workaholic, even if you wouldn’t admit it. Jill used to be that way, too, especially back when she was a S.T.A.R.S. member, but recently she had found joy in just existing beside you. For example, right now she was behind you, allowing you to sit against her as you scanned the pages of a mystery novel. It tricked your brain into thinking you were still working–even if the problems were fiction, you were still solving something. You thought that Jill was reading along, too, but in reality she really just liked the smell of your shampoo.

It was becoming clear that she was on a different page when you felt her slender hands slither up your stomach beneath your shirt. You pulled your attention from the pages and smiled a little, snuggling further against her chest. 

“Hmmm?” you hummed, as if to ask what was on her mind.

“Nothing,” she murmured back. 

“Thought you were asleep for a second.”

“No. Just resting.” 

You leaned back and kissed her firm arm, lingering for a little longer than you meant to. Jill smirked, causing the corner of her eyes to crinkle up. You felt her squeeze your hips. 

“You like my big, strong muscles?” she teased. 

“God, yes,” you laughed, dog-earing the page you were on and setting the book down on your lap. “I have something to tell you.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yep.” You turned to face her, deciding to take a moment to admire her. She was so unbelievably gorgeous, and you felt equally lucky to be with her. Her sharp nose drew you into the rest of her face, with her pouty-smile and eyes that felt like drinking an ice-cold glass of water whenever she looked at you. The very beginnings of wrinkles lined just beneath her eyes and the outside of her smile, no doubt the work of years and years of stress from the job, but you didn’t mind it. In fact, you thought it suited her quite well. 

“Well?” she laughed softly. “What’s this oh-so-important thing you have to say?”

You took a breath, putting on a serious mask to hype up how astronomical the statement would be. “You…are perfect.”

Jill cocked an eyebrow. You continued to stare at her, to which she let out a laugh. “What? That’s it?”

“Yes. That’s it.” 

“Well, thank you,” she beamed, framing her face with her hands. “I try very, very hard to achieve this kind of perfection.”

“You succeed,” you mumbled, pressing your lips to her throat. Jill’s energy melted along with the rest of her tension, and she hummed happily.

“Oh, that’s good,” she whispered as you continued to drag your mouth over her skin. “You’re good.”

“Thanks,” you smiled, “But I think you’re better.”

“Yeah, right. I mean, I know I’m perfect and all, but…” She took your chin in her hand and made you look up at her. “I don’t know. It’s pretty hard to match your level of affection.”

“No it’s not. Just ‘cause we love in different ways doesn’t mean it’s not equal,” you soothed. “Like, maybe I’m really good with being affectionate, but you do stuff for me all the time. And you always make sure I’m safe and happy. Plus...you’re really cute.”

“Well, that’s not fair.” She squished your cheeks with her hands. “You’re also really cute.”

You stuck out your tongue and squirmed out of her grasp. “Okay, okay. Truce. We’re both really cute, and we’re both really good at loving. How ‘bout that?”

“Not the worst tie I’ve ever been in,” Jill smirked. 

“Is it really a tie if we’re both winning?” you countered, climbing onto her lap. 

“Hmph.” Your lover smirked, grabbing a hold of your waist and pulling you closer. “Maybe you’re right.”

The book tumbled off the bed and onto the floor, completely forgotten.

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Little Poppy | Chapter 17

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We are just a couple of days away from the holidays when a carriage arrives at the front door, Lord and Lady Rice stepping out of it.

“Mother? Father? What are you doing here?” Declan says when he sees them.

“Happy holidays to you too, son” his father says, ignoring him and moving to greet me. “I’m very glad to see you are still here, my lady.”

I just able to smile, blushing a little bit.

“Is that thing on your hand what I think it is?” Lady Rice asks, pointing at my hand. “It worked! I knew it would work! You are getting married!” she says as she starts clapping and jumping like a little girl.

“Mother, please control yourself” Declan says with a laugh before she hugs him and starts kissing his cheek.

After everyone has greeted Declan’s parents and we’ve had lunch, Lady Rice asks me to accompany her to their room.

“I have news from your family.”

“Is everyone alright?” I ask.

“They are. They’ve decided to spend these days with your brother, but before they left, your mother gave me this” Lady Rice says, handing me a letter. “She explains everything that has happened there. I’ll leave you alone so you can read it."

Dear daughter,

I’m writing you this letter before your father and I leave to spend the holidays with your brother and his family. Please don’t feel guilty for not being with us. We will miss you, but we also want you to be happy. And that includes your father, even if he still says he is angry with you.

You are probably wondering what happened after you left that night. Well, everything continued as if nothing was going on. I told them that you went to bed because you needed your beauty sleep, and no one found it suspicious. The next morning, when the maid didn’t find you on your room, it was a bit chaotic. We looked for you everywhere in the house, but of course, we didn’t find you. Then your father and some other men went to the woods and to town, but they couldn’t find you either. After that, it was when I “found” a letter you had left hidden in your room. Who knew Lady Rice was so good at copying someone’s handwriting! On that letter you explained that you couldn’t marry Mr. Holland, that it wasn’t fair for any of you, and that you were going away for a while. But you weren’t saying where. When your father read it, he got pretty mad, but at least he controlled himself in front of the guests. Once they all left, you can imagine his reaction. I won’t share with you the things he said about you, but I’m sure you can imagine them. Mr. Holland, on the other hand, was very calm, and even tried to reason with him a few times. Poor thing.

A couple of days after the failed wedding, Mr. Holland asked to see me. He had decided to buy our house, but with one condition. That we then used the money to buy it back from him. He even sold it to us by a lower price, leaving us with enough money to pay everyone for these past months, and save a little. He is such a kind young man… He told me that what you did, your bravery, made him be brave too. He was tired of living like someone he wasn’t. He didn’t care if people judged him for not marrying. He was going to live his life like he wanted to.

At first your father didn’t agree much with this solution for our problems, but I made him see it was the only one if he wanted his family to be happy and together again. He has a heart somewhere even if you can’t believe it.

Once that big problem was solved and Mr. Holland had left, I told him you had sent a letter saying that you would be spending the holidays with Elena and her family in the city, which calmed him down a bit more. He didn’t want to recognize it, but he was worried about you, about where you were, if you were safe.

As you can imagine, everyone in town has been talking about you and what happened. There are many theories, but none of them involve Declan.

I truly hope and wish everything has worked out between you two. If it hasn’t, I’m sure Lord and Lady Rice will help once they meet with you.

Enjoy these days, daughter. Be happy. I’m looking forward to see you again.

With love,

Your mother.

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The next few days can be summed up with too much food, too much dancing, and too much laughing. The Mounts and the Rices do know how to celebrate the holidays, and they are planning to do it all over again for the new year.

"This is going to be the best one yet" Lady Mount says during one of the many toasts we have. "Both our boys will be marrying, and they couldn't have chosen better women to do so. To the ladies!"

"To the ladies!" everyone replies.

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"I'm tired of sneaking out every time I want to be alone with you" Declan says as he plays with the neckline of my dress, his fingers following the hem up and down. "And the fact that Mason has taken the library as their secret place, isn't helping. Where else are we supposed to go? All the other rooms are either being used, freezing cold, or don't have comfortable places to be. And let's not forget about the kids showing up out of nowhere when you least expect it."

He's genuinely pissed about it, and I can't help but laugh.

"It isn't funny" he says, pouting.

"It'll only be until your parents leave. Can't you wait?" I say.

"I could, but seeing you every day and having you this close, when you look stunning, isn't easy" he says as he leans closer, his hands now moving to my low back while he looks at me with those eyes I’ve kept dreaming with since the summer.

"There are more things to do, not just that.”

"Yes, I know. And we do them. But we still have time left that can be spent doing some of those other things I’m thinking about..." he says as he starts kissing my neck.

"Declan..." I say with a giggle. We are hiding on a corridor, away from where everyone else is helping have the house ready for the New Year's party. No one should come here, but still... But still, a maid shows up.

"Oh" she says when she sees us. "I'm so sorry. I just..."

"It's alright" I say. "We were just leaving. Weren't we, my lord?"

Declan just smiles, and the maid leaves to do whatever she was supposed to do.

"See?" he says, running a hand through his hair in exasperation, my heart still skipping a bit when he does it. I think I will never get used to it. "I wish we were married already" he sighs.

"Maybe..." I say, a plan already forming in my head.

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"You want to get married on New Year's Eve?" Lady Rice asks. "Why so soon?" Are you with child?"

"No, no, it's not that" I quickly say, my face turning completely red. "It's just that, after everything that has happened, we don't want to wait. And since everything is already ready for a party, and most people we care about are here, we thought we could take advantage of it" I explain.

 "I see..." Lady Rice says. "I'll discuss it with Lady Mount. Maybe we could also celebrate Mason's wedding."

"No!" I say way too loud.

"No? Why?" Lady Rice asks.

"I'm sorry if that came out a bit weird, my lady" I apologize. "But... I want it to be our day. Declan's and mine. I'm sure Mason and his fiancée feel the same way. They want their wedding day to be all about them. And she is royal. She deserves a big wedding, to have the Queen by her side, and she isn't in the country right now."

"It makes sense… But are you sure you are not rushing it because you are with child? I know your mother isn’t here, but you can always trust me and share whatever troubles you with me” she says.

“Thank you very much, my lady. That’s very kind of you. But I’m 100% sure I am not with child. You can ask the maids who take care of my room” I say, my face burning. She definitely knows that Declan and I have been as together as a man and a woman can be.

“All right, then. I'll discuss it with Lady Mount.”

"Thank you, my lady" I say with a little bow.

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“Alright everyone, pay attention” Lady Mount says while we are having breakfast. “Today we all have a very busy day. We have a wedding to organize!”

“What are you talking about?” Mason asks.

She just nods towards Declan and I, making everyone look at us.

“Dec?” he asks him.

“We’ve decided to get married on New Year’s Eve” he says with a shrug. And just as happened the day we shared the news about our engagement with everyone, chaos starts.

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I don’t know how we manage it, but by the end of the day, we have everything we needed. I was able to find a beautiful dress and a little something else. Declan was also able to find something to wear, plus a couple of rings that are just perfect. At the florist, they had all the flowers I like, and the priest was available, though he didn’t like much the fact that we want to marry at the house and not at the church in town.

In just a couple of days, I will be ending the year by marrying Declan, and I still can’t believe it. Who would have told me, 6 months ago, that this would be happening. That I would be marrying Deccy, that awkward boy I constantly argued with when we were kids. I know it is rushed. Most people will definitely comment about it. But I feel like we’ve already been together for a lifetime.

[mearcatsreturns]

Favorite 2022 Reads

Last year, I did one of these wrap-ups and enjoyed it, so I figured I’d do another! These books were ones I read for the first time this year (except the bonus, which I re-read this year and really resonated with me) that I enjoyed more than the rest. There’s some romance, some horror, some fantasy...and hey, let me know if you’ve read and enjoyed these, or if you have recommendations you think I’d like in 2023. These aren’t in order of enjoyment because I can’t be bothered to rank that intensely, but are arranged alphabetically by author’s last name. 

Ninth House by Leigh Bardugo

Friends. Buddies. Pals. This book right here. I really enjoyed LB’s YA fantasy books, so I figured I’d finally give this one a shot. And boy am I glad I did. I’ve realized that while I do read a ton of romance novels, the books that usually get me are urban fantasy. This one has horror, dark academia, and commentary on academic elitism and social privilege. Trigger warnings abound, but it’s worthwhile if it won’t mess you up too badly. I’ve already put in my preorder for the sequel, Hell Bent, which will be released in January. 

Legendborn by Tracy Deonn

An end-of-the-year surprise! During finals, I don’t let myself read any new books, but this one came in from the library and I didn’t want to risk not reading it. It was a trap...I was going to read it just during my commute, but I could not be stopped. This is a YA urban fantasy novel, but it’s impeccably researched and well-written. Arthuriana meets critiques of systemic racism and traumatic grief and hooooo, it’s good. I’m eagerly awaiting the second book in the series, which was released not long ago. 

Book Lovers by Emily Henry

Listen. Have you ever had the experience of reading a romance novel and then realizing you relate more to the “bad” woman that the male protag dumps so he can get with the sweet, gentle one who will just be the best and most supportive wifey ever? Or that you’ve been in that boat yourself? This book provides justice for all the ambitious women with rough edges that want to see themselves in a romance novel, without demanding that she sacrifice her ambitions and have 55 children (while still being sympathetic to other life paths). Bonus for publishing industry nonsense and complex sibling relationships. 

The Deal by Elle Kennedy

I thought this would be just a fun palate cleanser of a friends-to-lovers college story. And it is that, but it also ended up being so much more. Let’s talk the friends-to-lovers angle--I rarely read a book where I so thoroughly believe in the friendship between the characters before I see a hint of romance. It was so well done. Then, as for the other, it had one of the most realistic and compassionate treatments of how sexual assault can affect people even years later. It wasn’t solved and cured and tied up with a neat little bow, but it was hopeful nonetheless.

I’m Glad My Mom Died by Jennette McCurdy

Ah, the complexities of grief and recovering from conservative subcultures. Loving your parents but knowing they aren’t doing right by you. Confronting exploitation and exploiring recovery. This memoir is a gut-punch, and it’s incredibly well-written. I can’t wait to see what Jennette does next, even if that’s dropping out of the public eye. 

Bonus Re-Read Fave: Fair Game by Patricia Briggs

I believe I read this for the first time last year, but this year was when it started hitting hard for me. In addition to being a fun urban fantasy novel (it’s book 3 in a series, so perhaps not the easiest to just open and dive into), but ooh boy does it hit. You know how The Deal is compassionate about dealing with sexual assault? Well, this book may take on a fae angle and deal with prejudice, but it’s about the catharsis of someone who loves a victim being willing to burn the world down for them, and I fucking love it. *chef’s kiss*

[ninolookgood]

I wanna talk about mike and el and how they just don’t make sense

Season 1 mike and el focused on finding will she didn’t really understand anything

Season 2 el and mike didn’t see each other most of the season I think end of the season they end up kissing making it official or whatever

Season 3 we see them kissing Dustin said they’ve been doing that all summer just kissing in el room not really spending time together even hoppers annoyed

Season 4 she moves away it’s known they’ve talked and sent letters to each other a lot but it’s not really communication in the letters when els been lying to mike in her letters

Now next I’m gonna talk about what a unhealthy relationship is

1 is control mike try’s to control el tell her what she can and can’t do but you know els outspoken so she’s not going to listen mike even tried to get el from around max because he felt she was brain washing her and even admitted to being jealous his explanation didn’t really make sense

2 I don’t think their relationship has hostility because mike is pretty out spoken but he do believe that she’s superior to him and believe that she’s like a god or something

3 I’m not going to say el makes fun of the things mike is interested in but she does make him feel like he shouldn’t embrace the things he like an example is when he was playing with toys and stuff and she just walked away somebody did that to me I would’ve cried I would’ve been embarrassed understandable why he never showed her again

4 I feel like the relationship do have dependence but I’m pretty sure if max would’ve never stepped in to help el be dependent el would’ve probably been very angry if they ever broke up I think

Those are all unhealthy traits now we’re going to see if they have any healthy traits

1 there’s no mural respect mike don’t value el he don’t show it and el didn’t respect mikes boundaries even though it was encouraged by max she could’ve made her own decision and she choose to do it

2 Naw he ain’t trust her when she said will was still alive after he saw the dead body he just yelled at her was very rude I mean that’s typical cause you saw a body but I mean we’re past typical when there’s a supper-powered girl on the loose and bad men are out to get her I think besides there’s trust he believed her over will when will was trying to say that el was lying about having friends but I’m pretty sure he ain’t really believe that

3 don’t have good communication because if they did el would’ve felt comfortable opening up about being bullied and not really having any friends and her feeling like he don’t really love her mike would’ve told el the reason he couldn’t say I love her (his family issues as people like to say)

4 don’t fight fair mike couldn’t stay on topic about how he never said I love you to her he had to bring mouth breathers into the conversation

5 can’t even solve their problems in season 3 never really talked about why they broke up or anything el just kissed him and said I love you before that mike wanted el to play the guessing game

6 try to understand mike doesn’t even try but he does it when it comes to will all he does is make it seem like it’s els fault

7 do el have confidence good question season 4 naw she’s not even confident that her man love her (not bashing her) (I mean I would be too)

8 sexual yea they be having a lot of kissing going on mike doesn’t really look at her in a im thirsty way but else does

Conclusion their relationship isn’t healthy and mike is the problem in the relationship because he can’t accept the fact that he’s gay and is in-love with his best friend

[sonreyes]

A Stomach Flu of the Heart By: Alec Prado

    "Hey hey don't write me a ticket I'm here I'll move my car!" He ran down the sidewalk to his dirty car which was being dirty in the wrong place for too long.     "Sorry, that'll be 400 dollars" She said without looking up from writing on a piece of paper     "What I was gone for like 5 minutes!"     "Give me a kiss and I'll make it 100 dollars."     "You're a meter maid?" He asked incredulously.     "I'm a meter supervisor ...meter personnel" She said.

Seeing what's happening a cop approaches and reads the ticket.     "Miss what the heck are you doing?" The cop asks like he caught a child eating wax.     "I'm security, for the meters" She says. *everyone looks at her and disagrees silently* Adjusting his pants the cop goes, "Sir I don't know how this happened but you don't have to pay this fine, it's just a note written in pencil and she spelled 'meter' wrong."     "Excuse me sirs I have been nothing but fortnite and fourth coming." She said indignantly.     "No! You're sick, lady! I can't believe you would pick on a stupid little man baby who can't fuckin' read who-"     "heY"     "can't tell up from down stupid ugly-"     "HEY!"     "no good looks like they've been sucking quarters out of the turnstiles." The cop yelled pointing a big fat finger at the man. *everyone agrees silently*

    "Listen," the cop continued, "I won't charge any of you idiots but I will only do so under the condition that you two become best friends and teach each other about friendship, life, and relationships, that you will solve in a comical fashion, got it?"     "Yes"     "Yes daddy" They both look at her.     "You didn't have to add that at the end but alright I'm leaving and never coming back... you two were meant for each other."     "What no way! She's gross and repugnant!" The man says as the cop leaves.     "He's got his shirt on backwards!" She yells at him.     "I'm too far away to hear you!" The cop yells back, "And who the hell spells meter with an A!?" Fighting the urge to look down the man says, "To you all, fair thee well and fuck off!" and steps off the curb to immediately get hit by a bicycle messenger.

Coming to from getting knocked out he looks up, "Where are we?"     "My home." she says opening a bottle of beer from the fridge.     "Where's my car?"     "It's totaled, just kidding what do you think got us here?" She said He looks around. Things are quite bare, there's writing on the wall that says 'TANYA'S HOLE' there are a few holes in the drywall, bottles crowded around the countertops and a stained carpet that would look comfy for a dog in heat.     "Cozy" he said sarcastically. A t-shirt flies across the room and hits him in the face.     "OW! what's-" It's his own shirt. "UH if this is here what the FUCK am I wearing!?!" He looks down to see a shirt that says 'Hi Haters'. "You dressed me!?!"     "You threw up on your shirt so I washed it, calm down. You also shouldn't be on that couch without protection."

Silence grows between them as he stares her down with confused amazement. She stares back at him like a raccoon just fell through her roof for the fourth time in a week. The silence is broken when a tall young man leaves from the hallway, grabs a jacket off the ground and walks outside wordlessly.     "What kind of life do you live?"     "Listen. I'm sorry I tried to steal 400 dollars from you. I can't help but feel like my actions led to you getting hit by that bike messenger." She admitted in a rare occasion of honesty. If this guy was going to leave she at least wanted a clean conscious. She'd push a guy into a bush or a pool or even a child; but getting hurt draws the line.     "Well that's fine, I can't believe I was almost going to pay it."

Now that he had gotten a good look at her he could understand why he hadn't ran away the second he woke up at her house. She was quite beautiful, a short Mexican girl with a large belly that barely hid under her shirt. He wasn't the best looking and not the worst looking. He was cursed with being a white guy with zero personality, child-less Dad energy and little to no understanding about the opposite sex. Although he would tell you he never thought girls only had one hole. As he got up he realized he was pants-less under the blanket she had wrapped around him.    "Where are my pants!?" He asked astounded.     "I promised my therapist I wouldn't live with regrets so I took off your pants but then I remembered I told my therapist I would recognize mistakes so I tried to put on the pants I took off but it was WAY harder and-"     "Don't do either of those things!" He interrupted, "I can't believe I'm Winnie-the-Pooh-ing in a stranger's house... again!"     "It's called Donald Duck-ing if you're wearing a sailor's outfit.... Well, your pants are there so why don't you put them on and go."

As he puts on his pants he feels eyes judging his thin body and jelly bean nipples but ignores it. He finishes and brushes off his pants, "I hope you know that I've had a terrible time meeting you and I hope to never see you again you... you charlatan and con artist! Con amateur!" And spins around and opens the door to show the back of his shirt reading, 'Bye Haters' and slams the door shut. She stays right where she is, drinking more of her beer before he barges through the door.     "I forgot my shirt!" He looks down at his loaned shirt, "Oh great. Hilarious. I also need my car keys if you have those." She tosses him his keys wordlessly like a mother who caught her five year old in a lie but doesn't care enough to say anything about it. "Well thanks for the hospitality but I need to go far away from here." He says finishing putting on his shirt. While he's gone she drinks more of her beer and waits longer.     "Umm, so my car won't start."     "YEAH no shit your car sucks I barely made it here!"     "I guess we're going to be friends and teach each other about-"     "friendship, life, and relationships yeah no shit!"     "I'm Kyle by the way. I like The Office and Check it Out! with Dr. Steve Brule. What's your name?" he says as she finishes a beer next to a gigantic spray painted arrow on the wall that points to her and reads, "TANYA".

[mermaidsirennikita]

Immortals After Dark Hero Power Ranking: Part Nove

Finished the Torture Island arc and while I can see why Declan Chase is so loathed, Iiiiiii did not think he was as bad as people make him out to be. Iiiiii had fun.

Garreth MacRieve, werewolf, Pleasure of a Dark Prince

Pros: 

–invented “werewolf versus demon” basketball because he was SADS

–smells Lucia masturbating and is like WAIT WAIT WAIT I CAN FIX THAT

–gets Lucia off through prison bars…. a determined man

–engages in a Road Runner/Wile E. Coyote dynamic with his heroine for a YEAR where he’s just chasing her around the globe while she crushes him with trucks and shit… he sees it as foreplay

–is actually truly the most woke werewolf hero; rightly points out to Lucia that she’s not exaaaactly being chaaaaste when he’s tearing that shit up every night even if there’s no penetration; keeps himself from going full moon crazy with magic in order to keep Lucia from being pressured into sex with him, and even when that magic breaks super holds back until she makes a conscious decision; does not do the Ritual Doggy Style Full Moon thing because he wants to look into her eeeeeeyes and ground her and even puts her on top, a KING

–catches a special new butterfly for her and names it after her leave me alone I’m crying

–“lass, I’m about to make you a widow” …. this shit works every time

–even a GOD can’t make him hurt Lucia

Cons:

–does not believe that women should have jobs after they find their werewolf soulmates, but to be fair, he is completely right, why the hell would I work if I had a rich werewolf soulmate who hunts big game for me and does all the cooking and cleaning and work and shit

–is honestly big stupid about plunging into danger

–is honestly big stupid about a lot of things… plan for keeping his woman from pursuing her immortal mission was “I’ll just fuck her until she passes out and then I’ll go do big mission for her”, admirable but not flaw-free logic

–was gonna help Lachlain steal a baby

–BIG “dumb younger brother” energy

–“we’re werewolves we’re very curious and always have to solve mysteries” lmao okay Scooby Doo

2. Rydstrom Woede, demon (king), Kiss of a Demon King

Pros:

–called Sabine a “good girl” even when she’s actually being a bad girl

–is explicitly a dom

–the first time he smiles is after she flips him off

–is into spanking

–takes Sabine to a bar and everyone leaves the bar because she’s evil and he’s all “awwww baby I don’t understand why they don’t like you :(” when she’s committed, like, war crimes… down ridiculous…

–his big comeback to his enemy is like “lmao well I’m about to make your girl’s eyes roll back in her head SOOOOOOO EAT IT CUCK”

–has two elaborate fantasies in this novel: a) suspending Sabine from the ceiling and edging her until he lets her grind against his face B) watching Sabine cuddle their cute baby. The duality of demon king

Cons:

–I mean I guess he did some pretttttyyyyy dubious shit to Sabine, but only after she did them to him

–met a woman and became her friend and talked to her for days and literally didn’t remember fucking her once until she reminded him…. I thought it was funny

–that time he went at Sabine’s tits for so long that the next day she was all “THEY HURT SO BAD” so I assume he was like a newborn baby or something

–“I don’t have any fetishes!!!!” has every fetish known to man

–was so down ridiculous that he went to try and kill himself to save her… this is a pro… but I’m gonna pretend it’s a con

–is pretty hard on Cade who was just trying!!! his!!! best!!!!!!!!!! but again this is only mildly a con because his disappointed dad thing is hot

3. Conrad Wroth, vampire, Dark Needs at Night’s Edge

Pros:

–exceedingly good at removing obstacles between him and what he wants

–a virgin and SUPER embarrassed about it in a way that is INCREDIBLY precious (when he finally fucked this woman and went “So I was good?” I almost fucking wept)

–murder puppy only wants death and blood (until he discovers………… other things)

–a natural born dirty talker

–BABY BOY…. BABY BOY…./EVIL

Cons:

–has erectile dysfunction for a significant part of his book, he gets better but I was so sad for him

–I mean, is fully insane and wants to murder his entire family, but nobody’s perfect and Nikolai kinda deserves it

–wears sunglasses indoors

–got aroused while buying underwear for her and had to limp home

–made Bowen MacRrieve sad and that makes me really upset because I love Bowen MacRieve

4. Bowen MacRieve, werewolf, Wicked Deeds on a Winter’s Night

Pros:

–is a werewolf general

–was celibate for 1200 years after his lover got so scared of his wolf form that she gored herself on a tree stump (lmao)

–spent those 1200 years trying to bring her back to life

–great at catching and preparing seafood

–breeding kink (wants to put all the bairns in Mariketa)

–kinda into bondage…?

–gets hard at the thought of Mariketa’s carnage, even when he is the carnage

–update pro: gets sent to a party by himself so that Mariketa can run an errand and just sits there confused and miserable at the bar by himself waiting for her to show up even though he knows people there; I imagine this is much like that SNL skit about a dog park for boyfriends, where the shy boyfriend hides under a picnic table

Cons:

–kind of a fuckboy (will say his dead lover’s name when he comes, ONE TIME, but “Mariketa” and “Mariah” begin similarly so)

–doesn’t like it when Mariketa chant incantations into her mirror because it creeps him out

–breeding kink (casually tries to get her to stop taking birth control)

–makes fun of Mariketa’s vibrator, even if I found that actually hilarious

5. Lachlain MacRieve, werewolf, A Hunger Like No Other

Pros:

–chewed his own leg off to get to Emma, pinned her to the ground in broad daylight, and inhaled her neck like a fucking FREAK

–actually pretty good at being the werewolf king (saves Bowen from his own stupidity multiple times, much daddy, very authoritative)

–saw Emma kill her own dad and basically swooned

–is absolutely down to get his blood sucked… through his penis (I believe he says that’s the only way he’ll accept BJs now…?)

–gets by on missing 150 years of progression purely on intimidation, which I personally find deeply sexy

Cons:

–I mean yes Lachlain is one of the rape-iest IAD heroes even if most of that was werewolf instinct and burning alive for 150 years

–doesn’t know how to use an iPod

–but will max out your credit cards

–a werewolf supremacist (is this a bad thing…?)

–says “Kiss me like you want to live” which I guess I should put as a con because it’s non-consensual but whatever I was dow–

6. Murdoch Wroth, vampire, Untouchable

Pros:

—just extremely determined… his heroine can’t bear skin to skin contact? He’s gonna use an icicle as a dildo. He fucked up so bad she fled to an ice kingdom? Well, he’s gonna fucking find her

–probably the closest IaD gets to a himbo… HE WAS MORE THAN A RAKE, DAMMIT!!! HE DIED IN A WAR!!!!!!!

–I don’t think y'all get how impressive it is that he consistently hit the clit through a blanket AND fucked her to orgasm with an icicle for like a year

–is actually a very good brother

–finds out his woman maybe married another guy and goes “she’s going to be a widow” I love mess

Cons:

–I mean does bitch a lot about how sexually frustrated he is but his heroine is an ice princess who can’t stand skin to skin contact without extreme pain so……………………… I do get it blue balls kill

–will masturbate to the thought of you in the shower while you’re unconscious six feet away covered in arrow wounds… if that’s something you’re not into…

–has confidence issues because the Wroth brothers are rattled off like Nikolai: the leader! Sebastian: the brain! Conrad: the mysterious babe! Murdoch: … the slut?

(do love that the Wroth bros are the Charlie’s Angels of this series)

–bit Dani without her consent blah blah blah

7. Cadeon Woede/“Cade the Kingmaker”, demon, Dark Desires After Dusk

Pros:

–extremely loyal to his brother (which I found cute)

–orders ahead to get pre-packaged food for Holly to accommodate her OCD, while helping her Walk on the Wild Side

–was the first guy to 69 with his heroine in this series

–stalked Holly for like a year (stalking is love)

–gets adorably tongue-tied around her, but not in a lame way

Cons:

–lied to Holly for like… that entire book lmao (even though it was fun)

–is called the Womb Raider for a reason, apparently (a little tooooo potent)

–sort of fucks with Holly’s birth control, in the sense that he made sure she was super fertile, but to be fair Holly did not… actually… take birth control

–threw out Holly’s OCD meds, though I chalk this up to the year the book was published

–just sort of drove around giving Holly head for WEEKS while Rydstrom was getting sexually tortured, so like…. maybe doesn’t have GREAT priorities…. maybe has the best priorities… Rydstrom was fine…

8. Nikolai Wroth, vampire, The Warlord Wants Forever

Pros:

–deeply efficient and good at his job (being a bloodthirsty warlord), which turns his mate on as much as it should literally everyone else

–scars all over

–very family-oriented, which means he’s extreeeeemely daddy, and very much uses that in the bedroom

–will try to make nice with your bitchy sisters for you

–is receptive to therapy, even if the therapist was his beaten and bruised brother whose advice was basically “do better”

Cons:

–did steal Myst’s chain and used it to make her come on command; which, while I liked it, was very much non-consensual

–insecure about Myst’s history as the greatest femme fatale of the last couple millennia (though he gets better and decides to be a sex-positive feminist)

–that time that he turned his little brothers into vampires against their will

–was so down bad that he literally started to waste away when Myst didn’t let him get off for five years

–does not properly heat his manor

9. Declan Chase/Aidan the Fierce/Gabriel/Edward/whoever the fuck else he was, berserker, Dreams of a Dark Warrior

Pros:

--I mean you can't really go wrong with someone who is so determined to have his heroine that he just defies death and keeps coming back throughout the ages

--probably the only employee at Torture Island to get in trouble for workplace sexual harassment.... impressive

--that time he cried after suffocating Regin (it must be truuuuue love truuuuuue love)

--that bathtub scene where he was like "wait no actually I'm taking over this weird sexual interplay thing we have going on"

--his days-long island hike grovel where he was like just sadly walking around and being like *eye emoji* at Regin.... hilarious

Cons:

--I actually totally got why Regin forgave him (true love + dick too bomb) but personally I feel like it's basically impossible that Lachlain and Rydstrom and Sabine are gonna let the shit he pulled slide forever so suspension of disbelief was rough there

--he did vivisect a MacRieve, and I am nothing if not a MacRieve Stan For Lyfe

--the drug addiction issues are rough

--that time he had to let Lothaire bite his neck whenever he wanted and Lothaire was like "if I call you a girl's name just go with it" and it DIDN'T turn into sex? Sads

10. Malkolm Slaine, demon/vampire, Demon from the Dark

Pros:

–we love a virgin hero always

–gave Carrow the heads of her enemies As A Treat

–very good at giving sensual baths

–a responsible, loving step-demon to what is admittedly an annoying child

–made Rydstrom, Nikolai, Garreth, and Myst all “YOU WANNA GO BRO???” in what was by far one of the funniest parts of the series

Cons:

–honestly a very sweet guy

–swallows toothpaste TWICE

–comes against Carrow’s leg like thirty seconds after meeting her (actually a pro in terms of hilarity)

–TOO BIG, WON’T FIT (pro)

–could’ve been meaner, I’m not gonna lie

11. Sebastian Wroth, vampire, No Rest for the Wicked

Pros:

–all but a virgin when he meets Kaderin

–Gentleman in the Streets Freak in That Random Nightclub Where He SNAPS

–joined the mile high club remarkably fast

–throws out all his principles for her

–Speaks Like Dracula but in a “I vant to suck your clit” way

Cons:

–borderline beta, or as beta as a murderous centuries old vampire warlord can be

–a little tooooo accommodating of Kaderin’s bullshit

–could have been more demanding, to be honest (Bowen and Lachlain would noooot have been as patient as he was, which some would like but I was a little weary of)

[wintershieldedheart]

@trckstaer ˖ ࣪⭑ …         His stomach hurt. It was probably the meds and whatever he had been put on after the surgery that must have happened to remove his – after the surgery. It wasn’t a loss, he knew it, knew that when everything settled and the win felt more real he would understand what he was feeling better. Right then though, Harley didn’t want to think about what had been changed, only what had been returned to the way it should have always been. He wondered if he was just imagining that the world seemed louder, he wondered if Margot and Pepper had started organising the chaos it must be out there, he wondered if Peter and Tony already had plans to rebuild the compound bigger and better. Damp eyes met brown ones and he smiled lopsidedly,   ‘ oh honey you gotta lot more work to do if you think a little traumatic war injury is gonna get rid of me. ’ Thumb stroked in gentle, soothing motions across her cheekbone and he nodded as she spoke. Harley had idolised Tony as a kid, the other heroes as he got older, and he had built his suit and kept working on and improving it for a long time. There had been very little intention on his part to ever use it. The bravery that came with putting it on was borrowed from the face he showed the world. He kissed the top of her head as she came in close,   ‘ I know darlin’, don’t you worry, think it’s early retirement for me. ’ Maybe in a months time he’d be mad, he’d revolt and tell Margot and Peter that for all the ways they wanted him safe, they were asking him to watch them die over and over again and then deal with their fall out. They wanted him to sit passively when he could help. He doubted it though. His fingers twined easily with hers and he brought their hands up to press a kiss to the back of Margot’s hand. Things were going to change now and he didn’t know how to resolve that. Sometimes he got glimpses of who Margot had been before ; he had known Peter for years before the snap, knew most of his quirks and habits. A voice in the back of his head asked him over and over again what his girlfriend would do if she became who she had been again, and what would happen if that girl didn’t like him. He sniffed away his own tears and laughed,   ‘ I know, never gonna let me get hurt again, are you ? Gonna spend the rest of my days wrapped in bubble wrap. ’ Mad was fair, Harley had put himself in a dangerous position despite what their plan had been, but he wasn’t angry at himself. The arm was gone, but Margot and Peter were safe and sound. Neither of them had had to watch the loves of their life shake apart on the ground like their very atoms were burning. He shrugged and frowned at the aching pull of stitches on his bad shoulder,   ‘ be mad as long as you need to baby, I get it, but I don’t regret it. Just need my family to be safe. ’

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☆       an involuntary sob bled into the laughter that escaped her at his response. A traumatic war injury; that's what he called it, and for the first time Margot realized that's what it was. Despite never signing a contract, never going through bootcamp, never once showing interest in joining the army, they were soldiers all the same, and they were suffering for it. Violent rage flashed through her, but as quick as it was there it was gone again. Margot wanted to say they didn't sign up for this. She wanted nothing more than for one moment point out how unfair it was that it had fallen to them to fix things. She couldn't though, not when she knew that they had literally signed up for this. All of them knew the risks when they started this, and they knew how unlikely it was for any of them to come out unscathed. Still, none of the could have predicted this. Swallowing, she teased, ' good. I was preparing myself to journey to the other side so I could drag your ass back here. though, I'm not sure that would have been as easy to solve as the time travel problem. '

every moment she spent by his bed, Margot had kept one hand on him at the very least. It wasn't a secret that she was touch adverse when it came to most people, but with her people, Margot was incredibly tactile. So feeling his lips press a kiss in return to her head allowed her to breathe out a sigh of relief. Having him return the affection after fearing for so long that he might not ever wake up again was enough to ease her down to her bones. ' thank you, ' she choked out, ' I don't think I can do this again, ' she admitted.

there was a chance he'd change his mind further along his recovery, and Margot knew that ultimately she'd support him no matter what he decided to do. For the moment though, he was safe, and he was out of the line of fire for the foreseeable future, and Margot could breathe. ' I know a little toadlet that isn't going to let you out of her sight once she realizes you're awake, ' Margot smiled, ' though she does seem to enjoy hanging out with her new best friend, Steve. '

when she'd woken up, Margot had cried at the sight of her Dad laid back in a recliner with a sleeping Abbie on his chest while they he kept watch over her, Peter, and Harley. She didn't have to wonder who had been looking after her while they were incapacitated, and she couldn't even be surprised by how quickly Steve had taken to the little girl; how easily he'd accepted her place in Margot's life.

letting out a huffed laugh she shook her head, ' never again. I'm gonna have your back for the rest of your life, Harley. Wherever you go, I go, ' she promised, and though her tone was light, her eyes shone with conviction. At his wince, however, Margot cupped the side of his neck, gently resting on his shoulder as if to ease it. ' careful, cowboy. You're still healing, ' she soothed, before giving him a fond eye roll and an amused grin. ' yeah yeah, I fell in love with a couple of heroes. turns out, I have a type. unfortunate really. I'm going to have to insist you both get a little more selfish, ' Margot teased, before placing a gentle kiss on the corner of his mouth.