#y’all did the same thing to Oliver too

[drunkeddiediaz]

If I see any vile take like ‘RyAn dOeSN’t WAnT BUdDie’ after that interview 🔪🔪🔪

[yougavemeyourheartyouknow]

Love me or hate me, both are in my favor (Miguel O’Hara x Fem! Reader [HS Academic Rivals AU])

I know y’all I know… I promise from now on, from this chapter this final I will put my priorities on finishing this fic, and the next chapter will be longer. anyways, not proofread. Enjoy once again.

Some villains foreshadowing, cursing maybe (can’t remember tbh), not much tbh.

Word count: 2.1k

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Chapter 10: What a wicked thing to do, to let me dream of you

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“How interesting… seems my wall crawling friend here found himself a little girlfriend…”

You both couldn’t see him, but he saw you. Saw the way Spider-Man’s hand so easily found its way to the small of your back, saw how he smiled down at you when his blue and red mask was partly off, the way your eyes gleamed as you looked up at him. Young love.

He couldn’t wait to destroy it, to rip it right out of Spider-Man’s sharp talons.

“Enjoy her while you can Spidey… You won’t have her for long…”

—

Miguel has officially burned whatever unstable bridge he had with you. You won’t talk to him, you won’t go up to him to compare scores anymore, won’t even glance his way anymore. It’s not like he doesn’t deserve it, he knows he did, but it doesn’t mean he isn’t stuck internally mourning the loss of any good blood between you and his civilian form, officially snapping the last olive branch you had given him.

You wouldn’t talk to him, you wouldn’t stop by his desk anymore, started to take the longer routes to class whenever you would both have to go to the same class just so you weren’t in the same viscosity as him, hell, he’s pretty sure you haven’t even looked at him since. He can’t blame you though no matter how much he wanted to, he brought this upon himself. If he was able to keep his mouth shut, then maybe he would be able to better his chances of turning your silly rivalry into something closer to companionship. Now… his only hope was to be patient, and pray that you would eventually grow enough of a soft spot for him to be able to enter your life once more.

Step one, would be to make you acknowledge him. Even if it’s a small glare or a rolling of the eyes, he’ll take whatever you’ll give him. So he starts of small, a small scrap of paper with the words “I’m sorry, pls stop ignoring me so I won’t feel bad when I crush you on the next quiz”, it was meant as a joke, hoping to garner some sort of reaction out of you, where that be a chuckle or snort or an eyeroll. But you didn’t even open the note up, the second you saw his initials written in his neat handwriting on top of the folded paper, you crumpled it up and tossed it in the trash can before returning to your seat before the teacher began class.

You were stubborn, but so is Miguel, that was one of the many things you both had in common. So he tired again… in the next class he had with you, samething, a small folded slip of paper placed on the top of your desk, only for you to repeat your actions by throwing it away again. But as time passes he gets more persistent, started to leave your favorite candies and flowers on your desk, you knew it was him too, because they’d always be accompanied with his name on something, and despite how much it pains you to throw away perfectly good candy and flowers your need to keep a grudge was larger.

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“Are you kidding me? How long is it gonna take for him to get the hint…” You whined quietly to Mj, as you picked up the small stuff doggy he had left on your desk this time, he knew you wouldn’t have the heart to toss this. Damn him.

“It’s a bit cute doesn’t you think? He’s like all those guys you read and watch about in those romance novels and movies.” Mj tried to reason with you, a small giggle leaving her lips as she picked it up and examined it. “It’s so cute too…”

“Well lucky you, it’s yours now.” You deadpanned with an eye roll as you sat in your seat, “And that’s different, at least all the guys in the movies and books didn’t drag the girl through the mud and insult them the way he did me.” You added, crossing your arms and turning your nose up in a slightly childish way, not even glancing at said male that you were talking about despite him sitting a few seats over from you, fidgeting with his phone as he pretended not to listen. You didn’t care if he did or not.

Mj just sent you a friendly glare, one that silently says, “don’t you think you're blowing this out of proportion?” You then tilted your head to the side, sending her one back that simply said “no.” she couldn’t help roll her eyes a bit at your dramatic as she gladly takes the stuff husky and placed it her bag, despite now being in basically no contact with your rival, it felt like you were complaining about him increased ten fold. Erasing any progress she and Peter were hoping to get the two of you together.

“So,” She finally drops it, glancing at the clock above the door of the classroom to see how much time she had before having to find her seat. “Are you doing anything after class tonight? Gwen from my French class is having a party at her dorm tonight, wanted to see if you’d come with me.” She asked, hoping to finally get you out and distracted. Frowning slightly white how quickly you shook your head.

“Can’t. I’m gonna be busy tonight.” You quickly answered, pulling out your supplies from your bag, making her groan at the rejection.

“You’ve been ‘busy’ all week, I know you well enough to know you’re probably just watching some random movie in bed.” She retorted, crossing her arms as she lightly glared at you.

“I have an actual thing tonight.” You replied, a smile creeping on your lips as you spoke. Mj raising her brow in suspension.

“A thing?”

“Yeah a thing.” You giggled a bit, feeling your cheeks warm up slightly.

“Okay can you tell me what said ‘thing’ is?” She asked, placing her hands flat on your desk as she leaned in a bit to get a bit closer, you pretended to think about it for a second, letting out a small hmm before finally answering.

“Okay, okay fine. Only since you're my best friend, I’ll tell you.” You said before folding your hands under your chin. “I’ve got… a date, for a lack of better terms.” You admit with a smile, Mj’s eyes widened so big you thought they’d popped out of her eyelids.

“No-no way!” She shout-whispered, going to sit in the empty chair next to her despite it not being her assigned seat. “Wait who!? Is it someone we know? Is it someone at this school?” She asked to which you quickly shook your head too, another smile spreads on your lips as you noticed her face form into one of confusion.

“Nooo, or actually I have no idea where he goes to school.” She scrunched together her brows at the odd answer.

“What do you mean you don’t know what school he goes to? Have you ever met this guy in person before?” You couldn’t help but let out a snort as she goes into ‘mom friend’ mode, her naturally overly protective nature shining through a bit. “Because if this is some, like random guy you met off social media I forbid you going-“

“Oh my goodness, no, no it’s nothing like that.” You shook your head and laughed, trying to explain yourself before she went into a full tirade about stranger danger. “I’ve met him in person, multiple times actually.”

“…Okay, so what’s his name?” You could still hear the slightest bit of suspicion in her tone as she narrowed her eyes at you. Only to watch them narrow more as you shrugged your shoulders, making her let out an over exaggerated sigh. “Is there anything you can tell me about him then? Literally anything.” It’s clear that her patience with you was starting to wear thin from you keeping her in the dark about the supposed guy you were going to see.

With practically perfect timing with the bell, you made a quick movement with both your hands. Middle and ring finger folding flat against your palms as the pointer, index and thumb were stretched out. Her jaw dropped to the floor as the biology teacher told everyone to get to their assigned seats, leaving you free from any more questions from the shocked redhead.

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“Why can’t we take the subway or something? Do you really need your main mode of transportation to be swinging?” You asked as you placed on a jacket, trying your best to not get cold feet on your plans with the spider despite him already being in your window. “I’ve developed a new fear of heights because of you.” You whined, which wasn’t a complete lie. Especially after the whole Doc Ock situation.

“When have I ever given you a reason to doubt my ability to hold you safely while swinging?” He asked with a head tilt, squatting in your window stool, despite the mask being on your still noticed the way it shifted as he smirked.

“Well… no but-“

“See. You’re safe-“

“That doesn't mean I can’t still be scared though.” You pouted, crossing your arms in front of your chest as you took a step closer to his spot in your window. “This might be second nature to you but it’s not for me, okay Mr.Man.” You retorted, before a small squeal left your lips when he pulled you closer to him once you were in arm’s reach, a smile creeping onto your lips despite your attempt to act annoyed with his actions. The red line where his right eyebrow would be raised up as he hugs your waist.

“Mr.Man?”

“Yeah… you know, Spider-Man. Mr.Man. I-I don’t know, it sounded better in my head.” You huffed, face heating up slightly from embarrassment as he let a snort out before even realizing he did, shaking his head playful as you attempted to explain away the attempt at being sassy. “I don’t know your name yet, okay. Cut me some slack.”

“Okay okay, sorry.” He chuckled, motioning for you to get on the window ledge with him, his grip tightened around your waist to make sure you didn’t fall, your arms wrapping around his neck as he helped slip you out of your window. Shutting it behind you both with a web after he swung you both onto the neighboring rooftop. A small squeal leaving your lips as you cross the distance.

“Where are we going anyways?” You asked, moving some loose strands of hair out from your face as you looked up at the vigilante.

“One of my favorite spots, has a great view of the city.” He told you, patting the side of your hip as a silent command to wrap your legs around his waist for extra security while he swung you both, quickly doing as you’re told, shifting until you were comfortable on his side, arms around his broad shoulders and one ankle hooked under the other to keep your legs around his hips. Once he felt the shuffling stop, he shot one of this neon red web to the top of your dorm building, his free hand that was gripping your waist gave your side a little squeeze, as if to silently warn you he was about to start swinging. “But first I gotta go pick up our dinner.”

—

“Mmm… yeah you're right, these sandwiches are waaay better then the bodega from around the corner of my school.” You admitted in between bits of your sandwich, taking a sip of your drink to help wash the food down. “Too bad it’s all the way across town, that’s too far for me to just get a sandwich. A forty minute subway ride is not worth it.”

“Well, if you're ever in the mood for one, I’ll get you one. It takes me less than half that time to make the trip.” He told you as he readjusted his mask to sit on his nose better, and cleaned some crumbs off the side of his plump lips.

“I’ll have to take you up on that deal sometime.” You joked, wrapping your free arm around your torso in an attempt to gain some more warmth. Even with one of your thicker winter jackets on, it was no match against the cold winds of late fall in the city from up at the top of the Empire State. You had no idea how Spider-Man wasn’t developing hypothermia considering he appeared to only be wearing the blue and red spandex suit. He must have noticed your body begin to tremble slightly, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and pulling you closer to steal some of his warmth.

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[romiantic]

DRIVE ME CRAZY !

how your faves act after an argument

→ GENRE + WARNINGS: fluff/crack + joking of death

→ A/N: literally had sooooooooo much fun writing this cause I genuinely can see these characters like each category 😭. especially the jjk mfs

dramatic ass mfs — they are literally screaming and crying, BEGGING for you to forgive them. they didn’t mean to yell at you bae, please take them back. no but for real, please take them back, even their friends are hoping every single day that y’all make up and won’t have to hear anymore crying. they’re constantly replaying y’all arguments in their head and wishing they didn’t say what they said or did what they did. they love you so much and hate seeing you get mad at them, even over the smallest thing. you’re their heart’s lifeline and will feel like they’re goners without you by their side. they’re the embodiment of shitting, crying, sliding down the wall in slow motion, throwing up, when y/n is mad at them. please shut them up and forgive them

GOJO, deku, kaminari, atsumu, OIKAWA, yuji, kise, jean, 1610!miles, luffy, SANJI, bachira, connie, sasha, nobara, bokuto, reo, kagami

alright mr/ms. idgaf ! — these “nonchalant” ass mfs act like they don’t give a damn that y’all fought, it’s whatever. no it’s not. these mfs are literally hurting in the chest, they just know how to cover it up well that’s all it is. well, at first they will play it off as if they genuinely don’t care and continue on with their day, playing a game of “who falls first” and believing they’ll win. but as the day goes on, they feel a growing pit of pain and regret. they feel like something is missing and start to spiral when they realize they miss you too much. they can’t keep living like this and call you quickly but cover the much earlier mood by acting nonchalant. they’re pretending that they ain’t care that much, don’t believe them babes !

BAKUGO, ymir, yelena, TOJI, megumi, nanami, choso, 42!miles, geto, zoro, AOMINE, murasakibara, midorima, kuroo, osamu, rin, SAE, barou, eren, levi, maki, dabi, hawks, porco, suna, chigiri, oliver

auntie music is playing — I genuinely don’t know which is worse, them or the dramatic mfs. they start out as dramatic, begging for forgiveness but seeing that you won’t, they continue their day with dreary and sadness. they think of how they shouldn’t have done what they did and concoct a plan to figure out how to win you back, through music. I mean, a way through a person’s heart is through music, prove me wrong? exactly. they’ve stalked your music profile and gathered what you listen to on a regular day, creating a playlist off it. they think of an idea that is brilliant, so brilliant that they’re standing outside your window at two a.m. with a boombox (yes they still make those) in their hand, and “be without you” by mary j blige is playing. they’re screaming screeching the lyrics at the top of their lungs until you text them to stop and come inside. the music stops and they walk inside with quickness and ridiculously stupid smile on their face <3

CONNIE, isagi (bachira’s idea), shidou, todo, GOJO, yuji, bokuto, hinata (haikyuu), nagi, HOBIE, tanaka

i apologize a trillion times — they are in the same category as dramatic but more subtle??? I mean they’re not snot-nosed crying on instagram or posting pictures of you two with some corny music playing in the background with the captions “guys tell y/n to take me back” “I miss my bae” “I’d rather d*e than let y/n leave me”. but depending on the person, they would find any way, shape, or form to apologize. I mean anyway, through a message from an airplane, sending you ten text messages, yes ten, of long paragraphs saying that they’re sorry and they love you so much. they’ll even apologize to you through email, with the subject saying “BABY I MISS YOU”. in conclusion, they’re just “dramatic ass mfs” in a different font

kirishima, aizawa, ARMIN, choso, REINER, mikasa, onyankonpon, kunigami, akashi (knb), kuroo, iwaizumi, akashi (haikyuu), kuroko, YUTA, inumaki, miguel, gwen, shoto, usopp, ace, aran, eren, OLIVER

⭑ literally felt like gojo, connie, and eren could fit all 4 categories ngl 💀

⭑ okay but the amount of fun I had making this-

𝐕𝐎𝐓𝐏 💗: Psalm 139:14

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[gayhoediaz]

not any of my business AT ALL but noticed you said buck was too young for you at 6 years older and then I got curious....what is your type? (obvs feel free to ignore)

it’s absolutely your business my daddy issues is my favorite topic. just. imagine me tucking my feet up under myself 🥰

no read more link i'm making this everyone's business <3

(we're doing this mainly based off of looks just to make it easy. i'm also someone who values physical attraction greatly, so it makes sense to me. personally. i'll talk a little bit about just general personality and vibes at the end, though!)

get in losers, we're objectifying men! (with respect, and the acknowledgment that just like women, they are all real people, and have a lot more to offer, even the characters, they're played by real people. and i'm sure they're all wonderful people until i'm proven otherwise.)

okay. so.

i’m a pretty introspective person and i’ve actually been thinking about this lately because my taste is. relatively. unpredictable.

i did indeed say that buck would be too young for me at roughly 6 years older and i stand by that because here’s the thing: i feel like when people think of daddy issues in terms of age, they think of. people being interested in people who are. a little bit older. my personal daddy issues run so deep, i need them older. (we’re specifically talking about men. i like women too - but that’s neither here nor there and i have a good relationship with my mom, so that’s not what we’re talking abt rn.) i’m into men that like. if i told you they were my dad, you would not fucking blink.

and it’s not just the age. being an objectively attractive man roughly 20 years my senior? that’s not necessarily enough. we’re going off of celebrities and fictional characters right now cause it’s just an easy way to explain things but there are plenty of men who are very objectively attractive and are twenty years older than me, but who just. don’t look it. and i absolutely see why people thirst after them but they’re just. not for me. like. okay.

manny montana? very pretty. i love looking at him. and he is much older than me. and yet, not my type.

same with like. andy samberg. so. very. pretty. and roughly a couple decades older than me. my type? nope.

now - tony dalton?

yeah. yeah.

^^^ and it’s not just “lalo’s hot” no no no no no my ass is in the discord server at 3am losing it over pictures like this:

(^^^ he's not btw. not to me.)

when i tell y’all i’m hopeless i am HOPELESS

anyway moving onto someone else i’m feral about: billy burke but ONLY when he’s scruffy okay?

this? i mean i wouldn’t… not let hit, but

when i say im feral abt billy burke i’m talking about charlie swan and i’m talking abt this:

honorable mention i am also feral as fuck abt robert knepper

and now, i can hear you saying "oh nie, i get it, so you're not attracted to men who have like chronic boy face, i get it!!! you're into like. the jeffrey dean morgan, joe manganiello types!"

nope. i am not the slightest bit attracted to either of those men. like. *vanessa hudgens voice* i get it. i respect it.

not for me tho.

NOW. there is a little bit of a gray area when we talk about men who like... have chronic boy face and everything else about them is just... not that energy.

like. raul castillo for example.

(he looks a lot like a young version of my maternal grandpa, but that's just. something we're not gonna touch rn.) first of all? my immediate reaction is not "let me hit" my first reaction is very similar to manny montana in the sense that like. so. pretty.

but also? tummyyyyyyy so nvm let me hit yk what i mean?

(for some reason jon bernthal also goes in this category. they don't look anything alike but. same vibes to me in terms of how attracted i am, personally. where it's like. sure. yknow?)

i am also forever a mustache warrior, okay, shave off a mustache? doesn't usually necessarily ruin it for me, but grow one? it's better. immediately. actually, while oliver, just like buck, is too young to be my type, the only picture in existence where i am even the slightest bit attracted to oliver is the one from that photoshoot where the lighting accidentally made it look like he had one:

that's it. that's the only one.

(while we're on the topic of 9-1-1 cast: ryan also is too young for me, but i am very attracted to him when he has long hair. the second it's gone, he's just a silly little guy to me. i'm not really attracted to peter, although i wouldn't... say no. i'm here for kenny, though. absolutely. anytime.)

now so i feel less bad about objectifying every single man mentioned in this post, let's talk personalities (not specifically the ones mentioned, because i don't know them. this is just abt me and just general vibes that i'm drawn to) i need the vibe to be like. relaxed, which i think loops right back around to daddy issues, of course - it's not that i would be turned off if i'm with a man and he needs to cry on my shoulder 'cause something happened, that's fine - but generally there needs to be a feeling of just. not a lot of stress, not a lot of anxiety, things are handled, things will work out - you know. and usually, you tend to get that from people who are. a lot older. even people in their 30s don't usually have their shit together like that. (which is fine!!) but it's just so. just. easy to breathe when someone's like "eh, i'll fix it" (and yes, my love language is indeed acts of service)

as i put it in another post at some point: [billy burke in twilight] awakened the innermost parts of me that yearn to be railed by scruffy, mustached men old enough to be my father who look like they smell like a campfire and taste like tobacco and like i would tell them i wanted dick and they would nod once and say "yes ma'am"

the end <3

[thefactsofthematter]

43 for sprace but race said that

43: “YOU DID WHAT?”

y’all ready for some fluff??? i’m absolutely loving this little au and i hope you do too!! no content warnings here, just pure sweetness and stupidity 🤩

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It's a Saturday afternoon in the middle of July, it's gorgeous outside, and Racetrack Higgins is stuck in his bedroom, doing homework.

He's not sure how long he's been staring at the same page of his textbook, his eyes unfocused and not really reading anything anymore, when he hears the door of the apartment swing open. His roommates went out a couple of hours ago to go enjoy the beautiful day, like any other sane people who opted not to take an unbearably hard summer course would do— they must finally be back now.

"Hi Race!"

There's really no need for Spot to shout, as their place truly isn't that big, but the man seems to only have two volume settings— silent and stoic, or obnoxiously loud. It's kind of hilarious.

"Hi Spot!" Race calls right back, silently thanking all that's holy for the interruption and excuse to leave his desk for a bit. He stands up to head out to the living room, and his whole back cracks. He's clearly been sitting too long. "What's up, dude!?"

"You gotta come see this, bro!" Spot continues. "Me and Olivia got matching tattoos!"

Immediately, Race's brow furrows in some mixture of amusement and confusion.

"Wait, you did what?"

When he turns the corner, there stand his two roommates— or rather, one sits happily in a baby carrier, strapped to the chest of the other, because she's only ten months old and not very good at standing yet. They're a very cool pair, in their matching sunglasses and tank tops, and they're both grinning like absolute devils. It's adorable.

"Lookit," Spot beams, holding up Olivia’s chubby little arm to show the temporary tattoo of a sparkly purple unicorn that's been applied to her bicep. He's got the very same one shimmering on his cheek, as his face is one of the only parts of his body not covered in real tattoos. "We're twinning!"

Race can't help but laugh.

"You are. Where'd you get those?"

"There was this street fair thing going on a few blocks down, some booth was giving away all these little stickers and tattoos and stuff," Spot replies, toeing his shoes off and dropping his diaper bag by the door. He pulls something from his back pocket. "We got you one too— Livy didn't want you to feel left out." He passes the square of paper into Olivia’s tiny fist. "Here, give it to Racer, baby."

Race walks over to grab it from her, and she giggles and blows a raspberry at him.

"What did your daddy do to you, Liv?" he teases, crouching down to coo at her. "Pretty soon you're gonna be all inked up, just like him!"

She babbles and reaches out for him.

"Can you hang out with her for a minute?" Spot asks, carefully unclipping the carrier to take her out. "I need to give her a bottle and put her down for a nap, but I gotta piss first."

"Of course. I'm always down to hang out with this little princess." Race takes the baby, making all kinds of silly faces at her to distract her as Spot walks away. He bounces her gently in his arms and wanders over to the kitchen. "Where should I put my tattoo? What do you think, Olive?"

He opens the fridge to grab a pre-mixed bottle— Spot usually keeps a few on hand— and gives it a good shake. Olivia has gotten picky lately and only likes cold formula, rather than warmed or room-temperature, so he passes it straight to her and she's happy to go to town on it.

"Man, you were hungry," he chuckles. "Look at you go. You're drinking like your daddy doing a keg stand— did you know he was a party animal? Believe it or not, your dad used to be cool."

Spot is still cool, Race supposes, but it's fun to pick on him; he obviously doesn't go out as much as he used to, even though he's finally legal now, because he's a little busy looking after a tiny human most of the time. In fact, it's incredibly cool that Spot balances part-time school, part-time work, and full-time single fatherhood so gracefully at only twenty-one, because Race is rather sure he'd have some kind of stress-induced mental breakdown every other week if he were in Spot's shoes.

Actually, Spot is kind of the coolest person alive, if you really think about it.

And Race does think about it... a lot.

Not in a weird way, because he's been best friends with Spot for over three years, ever since they were randomly assigned roommates in their freshman dorm, and he's also seventy percent sure Spot is straight— but, like, he probably admires the guy a little more than would be considered normal for your best pal.

"Now, about this tattoo, huh?" He changes the topic from his own overthinking, keeping Olivia cradled in one arm as he rummages around for some paper towel with his free hand. "There's no chance I'm putting it on my face. What if I match with you and put it on my arm?"

Race doesn't have nearly as many tattoos as Spot, just a few doodles all around his arms and chest, and he's currently shirtless because it's hot as balls in his bedroom, so he could really stick the sparkly unicorn practically anywhere. He wets the paper towel in the sink and uses it to press the little square of paper to the bicep of the arm that he's holding Olivia with.

It's just as he's peeling the paper off to reveal his new ink that Spot emerges from his bathroom break.

"Aren't you two just the cutest?"

Race grins.

"I know, I'm pretty adorable. I guess she's okay too."

Spot rolls his eyes. He looks totally exhausted but incredibly content, which has basically been his default ever since Olivia came into the picture. He never complains about his situation, though it surely isn't easy— he just keeps trucking along and doing his best, rarely even asking for help.

"Dumbass," he laughs. "Thanks for feeding her, though. She was getting super fussy while we were out— I think the heat was a little much."

"I'll go put her down when she's done eating," Race offers. "You look beat. Just chill for a bit, I've got her."

Spot leans against the counter, rubs his hands over his face, and lets out a deep, tired sigh. He clearly needed this little break.

"Fuck. Thank you. You're amazing."

Race rocks Olivia gently— she's settled right down, looking very comfy and sleepy. He truly didn't think he was good with kids until this little angel came along; he's apparently got some kind of magic touch, because she's always perfectly calm for him.

"No problem, bro. I'm always happy to help."

Spot sets to work on making himself something to eat, so Race just paces around until it looks like Olivia’s about done with the bottle, her eyes starting to fall shut.

"Alrighty. Time for a nap, little dude." He sets the bottle in the sink and heads off to Spot's bedroom to lay her in her cot. He carefully wiggles her into her sleep sack, pops a pacifier in her mouth, switches on the white noise speaker, and draws the curtains. "Have a good sleep, Livy. I love you."

He gently shuts the door behind him— he knows she sleeps like a rock, but he still gets paranoid about being too loud— and when he steps back into the living room, Spot is unabashedly staring at him from where he’s settled himself on the couch.

"Dude," Spot says, after a second, "I think I might be in love with you."

Race stops short. His heart skips a beat.

"What?" He shakes his head. "I mean... awesome. Sick. That's great. But, like... what?"

Spot laughs a little to himself, with that stupid sparkly unicorn still shimmering on his cheek.

"I can’t believe I just realized it. You’re just, like, the best person ever— you’re hot, and you’re smart, and you take such good care of Liv, and I’m so into you… is that weird?”

Race blinks.

“No, not that weird.” He sits down next to Spot on the couch. “I don’t think so, at least. It’s chill.”

“I just told you I’m in love with you,” Spot laughs, “and all you can say is it’s chill? What does that even mean?”

Now, for someone who talks an awful lot, Race is terrible with words. He’s got absolutely no clue what to say, so he simply pulls Spot in for a kiss.

“Does that answer your question?” he asks, after a few seconds.

Spot rolls his eyes.

“You are so fucking stupid.”

But he kisses Race again, so he can’t possibly be that annoyed.

Race smiles into it— everything about Spot’s kiss is perfect, and he can’t help but think that this is exactly how their weird little family was meant to be.

[rfsak2]

So most of this has been written for a while. I planned on adding more to what would’ve been the third chapter, thereby making most of this a fourth chapter, but work has been ridiculous and I’m exhausted.

If you read this: thanks and sorry for the inconsistency.

Also I don’t speak Kouri Vini and this has been gleaned from language projects/dictionaries so I apologize if it’s truly awful.

Easy Target, pt. 3

They thought wrong. Severus/OC

Warnings: abusive language, abusive behavior, violence, mentions of past abuse/assault, bad language words.

MINORS DO NOT ENGAGE.

“Mô joli sær!”

Charlotte smiled broadly and hastened down the staircase toward the tall, strawberry blond man at the foot of the stairs, who bore the same wide smile as Charlotte, and slightly shorter but broader, black man standing next to him, wearing a smile that was no less broad.

“Mô bo fær! Mô bo bo-fær!”

Severus watched as she cleared the stairs in a near run and all but jumped into the two men’s arms. The men laughed and, as one, rocked her in a tight, affectionate hug.

They separated and chatted in the not-quite-French language he had heard Charlotte use a few times under her breath.

She looked up and caught Severus’ eyes. She paused as if waiting for him to turn away, indicate in some way that he was unwilling to meet these men.

He sighed and did no such thing. He chastised himself for not being able to even pretend to be uninterested.

She smiled brightly at him, blue eyes lined in kohl, making the color even more striking. The olive green dress she wore hugged distracting curves in an equally distracting way.

“Hello, Professor Snape!” She chirped and positioned herself amicably between Severus and the men. “This is my brother Augustus and his husband Ogun Dillioles. Brothers-mine this is our deputy headmaster and potions master, Severus Snape.”

Augustus de Vilierè smiled widely and reached out unhesitatingly with his hand. “Good t’meet you. I’ve read your work on the potion you crafted for Vold-“

Charlotte coughed lightly.

He cut him off and scratched at the back of his head, retracting his hand. “Sorry about that. I forgot that y’all still don’t like using his name.”

“It’s quite alright.” Severus dismissed his apology, offering his hand and shaking Augustus’ proffered counterpart firmly. “I was part of the group that defeated Voldemort. I try not to fear his name.”

Ogun smiled and offered his hand as well. “There y’go! I heard you managed to subvert a fortifying potion into a poison with no major differences.”

Severus smirked, shaking his hand as well. “Or minor ones.”

Augustus laughed in a crack, startlingly similar to the woman standing between them, who seemed to be studying him under her lashes. “For sure! That’s damn fascinating. Ogun said that it looked like you borrowed from other traditions to achieve it.”

“I’m fairly positive but,” Ogun nodded, “I thought I saw some African and Middle Eastern ingredients and preparations.”

Severus paused, caught off guard by their knowledge.

I know a couple of nice potions masters.

He slanted a look at Charlotte, who had a sly grin on her face. Obfuscating little minx. “Ah. Yes, the fortifying potion the Dark Lord asked me to make was of Arabic origin, to begin with.” He paused. “I tried to only tweak or replace what I could reasonably assume the Dark Lord wouldn’t have had much exposure too. The Dark Lord needed to believe that I was giving him what he ordered me to give him.”

They chatted amicably for another ten minutes or so, the other men's knowledge of Potions was refreshing and the conversation was shockingly easy.

When they left, Charlotte politely reminding them of their dinner plans, Severus watched them go. Charlotte turned over her shoulder and caught his eyes.

Then she winked.

**

“Yet again you have opted to not tell me the whole truth.”

Charlotte smiled and glanced up at him from her seat next to him.

Why he had decided to sit next to her rather than across from her, she didn’t know, but he had already spent the last few minutes glowering at Remus who had tried to call him on it.

“I don’t know what you mean.” She batted her eyes at him.

He snorted and leaned closer to her, voice dropping in volume and pitch. She fought not to shiver at his proximity or the sound of his voice.

“I know a couple of nice potions masters,” He mimicked her.

She hid a smile behind her hand. “Well, I do.”

His lips twisted wryly and she almost thought she would be graced with a rare smile.

“How many members of your family are potions masters?”

“Most of them.” She smiled against the rim of her coffee cup. “I’d have to count.”

“Oh, would you?” He huffed. “And why didn’t you say so?”

“Because you didn’t ask.”

“I have to ask specifically?” He cast a sideways glance at her.

“If it’s information you want.” She smiled. “I’m not a mind reader.”

“Semantics.” He turned in his seat to face her more fully.

“Or an accurate estimation of the worth of that information?” She shrugged. “Why would I assume you wanted a full accounting of my family’s professional history?”

“Because I have already asked you about the Potions Masters in your family.” He rubbed at his top lip with the tip of a long finger. “One would assume.”

She chuckled. “You know what they say about assuming…”

He slanted a baleful look at her. “Obfuscation.”

“Discretion.” She settled back in her seat and smiled.

“Omission.”

“I didn’t realize our conversations were investigative.” She sipped at her coffee. “Is there a reason why you are investigating my family’s history?”

He seemed to consider that, dark eyes heavy on her. “How interesting.”

She frowned, mind whirring to decipher his angle. “Hmm?”

He mimicked her casual shrug. “You pretend to be open and honest, but really you’re just as cagey as the rest of us.”

She scoffed. “I don't pretend to be anything. It’s just conceited to think that anyone gives a rat’s ass about my family history.”

“You told me the whole of New Orleans already knows everything about you.”

She huffed. “The history of my family is the history of New Orleans. I’d imagine it would take very little research on your part to get all the information you’d want.”

He made a pantomime of considering the point. “I suppose I want it from the horse’s mouth as it were…”

“But why? Why do you want that information? I don’t know that it would provide you any benefit?” She side-eyed him. “Don’t know why you care so much.”

That seemed to put him on the back foot. “I don’t. Why would you ass-“

She demurred, shrugging as she caught his eye. “I wouldn’t assume you did, but which is why I’m so puzzled.”

Severus grunted and turned back to his food, effectively ending the conversation.

Charlotte giggled.

**

“What’s the topic today?” Lupin settled in his chair and shot a look at Madame Hooch.

“Some French book about-“

“I’m saying that Dubois’ theory is primarily flawed.”

Charlotte made a noise in the back of her throat. “You would think so.”

Snape didn’t look at her directly, instead sending her a scathing look from the corner of his eye as he cut through his grilled tomato. “I do think so.”

“You’re full of shit and you know it.”

“Language, Professa.”

“Bloody bite me.”

“Tempting.”

Hooch smiled salaciously. “-transfiguration, I think.”

Lupin chuckled. “Who started it?”

“Snape brought it up. Out of the blue, too.” Hooch grinned. “He seems to enjoy riling her up for some reason.”

“Interesting.”

“Care to make a bet?” Hooch grinned toothily.

“On?”

Hooch sat back in her chair and watched the arguing pair. “This is all an elaborate mating ritual-”

“Everyone - except Snape and de Vilieré, it seems - knows that. They sit right next to each other and talk through every meal. All while maintaining the pretense that they despise each other. I’d give them a month tops before-”

“Ooh!” Charlotte set down her coffee cup with more force than was necessary. Students turned to gaze at the head table en masse. Glaring at him, she quieted, whispering. “You are so pigheaded.”

“I’m pigheaded? Me?” Snape sneered. “You just argued that potions-making-”

“Make that two weeks, before one of them has to sneak out of the other’s quarters every other morning.”

Hooch nodded. “I’ll take that bet. If it’s shorter or longer than two weeks, I win.”

Lupin shook his head, grinning. “No, that’s not the way this is going to work. I take…”

“Ooh! I swear you just brought this up to frustrate me!”

“‘Potions-making is just throwing some shit into a cauldron-” Snape’s ‘southern’ accent was getting better and better every time he mocked de Vilieré.

“Transfiguration is ‘foolish wand-waving that serves little to no purpose’.” Charlotte had likewise perfected Severus’ sneer.

Lupin grinned. “I take under two weeks.”

Hooch whistled, grimacing, but nodded. “Alright, I’ll take that bet.”

**

“Arithmancy absolutely has something to do with Potions.” Charlotte shot him a look, strolling next to him as the students rushed down the lane towards Hogsmeade.

“You can’t be serious.” Severus sighed.

“Why would it not?” She scoffed. “Why bother teaching it all? I understand it’s elective, but why teach it at all, if it has nothing to do with other “subjects?”

“Because we are required to do so.” He drawled.

“Really?” She scoffed. “Or maybe it’s important to at least have a rudimentary understanding of Arithmancy.”

“For what possible reason?”

She huffed. “Because Arithmancy informs the theory behind all magical practice. Why the proportion of one ingredient to another produces a magical reaction-“

“Chemical reaction. That is not Arithmancy, that is a chemical reaction.” He smirked at her small sound of frustration.

She cussed under her breath. “Now you’re just being obstinate.”

He suppressed a chuckle and stared down at the top of her head. Even in her ridiculous heeled shoes, she was barely chin-height to him. He took an absurd amount of pleasure in the fact. “Obstinate? You’re calling me obstinate.”

“Yes!” She nodded aggressively, turning flashing blue eyes up at him. “Obstinate. Arguing for the sake of it. Talking out your ass just ‘cause. You know damn well that the magic in potions isn’t-“

He smiled down at her, mimicking the sugar-snake smile she used when being especially sarcastic. Her jaw flexed and she discreetly made an obscene gesture at him.

He fought the urge to laugh and reveled in the thrill that raced down his spine when he succeeded in ruffling her. He met her eyes, anticipating her next reaction. “What I know is that you opted for soft science-”

“Soft science? I’ll be damned if-!” She stopped suddenly, keeping a weather eye on the group of likely gossiping seventh year Slytherin girls staring at them from across the lane. She gritted her teeth but forced a pleasant smile on her face. “Y’all move along now. You’re in Hogsmeade to have fun with each other, not stand here staring at your chaperones.”

“Yes, professor.” One-Norris-hid a grin behind her hand.

“I swear to God you do like to make a spectacle.” She hissed at him.

He snorted. “Me? Fat chance.”

“Yes, you.” She rolled her eyes and gestured the girls along again. “All big, boomin’ voice and loomin’ over people-“

“I’m 6-foot-4. There’s not much to be done about that.”

“-makin’ children pickle brains for detention, eloquent turns of phrase that would make poets wilt. Drama.”

Harris smiled. “Where did you get your dress, Professor? It’s very pretty.”

Charlotte turned back to the girl, half forgetting the girls were still standing there. “The US.” She deadpanned. “Now, git.”

The girls walked off, giggling as they cast interested looks back at them.

“Get.” He drawled. “A git is a different thing.”

“Thank you for the information, Severus. I’ll add it to my lexicon of British terminology.” She fluffed her skirt and Severus caught himself tracing the demure amount of cleavage left visible by the unbuttoned neckline of her shirt dress.

She glanced up at him and he looked away. “I just thought you’d like to avoid being giggled at.”

“Oh…” She made a small moue at him, like he was a child, and meandered away. “Bless your heart.”

He huffed, feeling the tone of the conversation take a turn, and stepped forward, catching up with her easily. “What does that mean?”

“It means…” She trailed off, letting a group of students pass. “It means that you’re adorable.”

He sneered. “Adorable?”

She smiled. “Positively so.” She paused to touch a flower petal. “They are not giggling because I said the word git. They are seventeen-year-old girls. They consider themselves worldly and mature and far too intelligent to laugh at a funny word.”

Severus huffed and rolled his eyes. “Then, what, pray tell, are they giggling about?”

“Us.” She adjusted her watch. “They are giggling because their rather reclusive deputy headmaster, who, I’ve been told, never agrees to chaperone, has agreed to chaperone seemingly of his own free will.”

“Damn it all to hell.”

She giggled behind her hand. “‘And why now?’ they are likely to be wondering. Why all of a sudden? Now of all times, when the newest faculty member is female and your age.” She winked at him and dropped her voice like she was sharing a secret. “And, didn’t you know, that they spent the whole way to Hogsmeade in rapt conversation? They don’t even pretend to hate each other anymore.”

He pinched the bridge of his nose, grumbling under his breath.

She chuckled. “Didn’t think it through, did’ya, sweetheart?”

He glowered down his nose at her. “I’m glad you find mockery so amusing, Ms. de Vilieré.”

She paused, her steps stuttering, and mouthed ‘ouch’. “You know how to let a girl down easy, dontcha?”

He frowned again, this time more confused than irritated. “What do you mean by that?”

She shrugged and meandered further down the lane. “People think we’re flirting, not just now but pretty much any time we are within two feet of each other. It doesn’t bother me, but you seem offended by the insinuation.” She smiled, a wry, sad twist of her lips, and turned to look to the other side of the lane. “I mean I know I’m no catch, but mockery…”

He shook his head, still stupefied. She thought he was rejecting her? What an odd turn.

“That’s not it.” When she didn’t respond, still wandering along a flower lined hedge with sad eyes. He swallowed past the squeeze in his chest and called her softly enough to not attract too much attention. “Charlotte.”

She turned back to him, shocked by his use of her first name. He sighed, catching her eyes and trying to impress what he felt he couldn’t say directly. “I wouldn’t think you’d want to be connected to me in that way.”

“What? Why n-“ Her eyes skated over his shoulder and she blanched.

“What’s the matter?” He cast a look over his shoulder. He didn’t notice much.

“It’s… It’s nothing. Let’s keep goin’.”

Her voice was shaky and he frowned harder as he surveyed the area again, never-quite-dormant anxiety rearing its ugly head. “If a student-“

“It’s not a student. It’s nothing.” He could hear her shifting nervously. “Severus, please.”

He felt a soft touch on his forearm and turned back to her. “Are you quite alright?”

She nodded, eyes still fixed behind him. “I’m fine, ‘course.” She met his eyes and smiled, wobbly and not at all her normal cheeky grin. “I saw some fourth-years go into Zonko’s. Come on.”

She turned away, eyes still darting across the lane.

Severus frowned and followed, eyes following her line of sight and saw a man he had never seen in Hogsmeade.

It was clearly not nothing, so when he caught sight of her leaving for Hogsmeade later that day, he followed.

**

Triggering Stuff from this point on! Tw: violence, abuse

“Hello, Lottie.”

She sat stiffly in front of Beau. “Beau.”

“See you already found some asshole to fuck.” Beau smiled nastily, his fist clenched around his wand on the table. “Tell him you’re married?”

“I’m not married.” Her hand itched to grab her own wand but she didn’t, she couldn’t risk him taking her wand off of her. “And even if I was, I was never the unfaithful one and we both know that.”

He snickered and she felt his heavy-booted foot cover hers and press down. She bit her lip, thanking her lucky stars that she’d changed into a pair of sneakers.

“You know you ain’t ever getting rid of me, baby.” More pressure. “Let you have your time…” More pressure. She breathed deep. “Now it’s time to come on home.”

“No, I don’t think I will.”

He lifted his boot and brought the shape edge of the heel down on her toes.

She gasped and murmured a pain-killing charm under her breath.

“Come. On. Home.”

“No.”

Beau looked around and grinned when he decided no one was watching. He grinned as he spoke the disillusionment charm. “Alright, you stupid slut. You want to do this the hard way?”

“I don’t want to do this at all.”

He reached over and slapped her.

She gasped and he reached over and snatched her wand out of her jacket pocket. He smiled. “How long do you think it’ll take you to pack your shit without your wand?”

She resisted the urge to rub her jaw, sitting up straight, head held high on her neck. “An awful long time as I have no intention of doing it.”

As he raised his hand, she whispered, “Finite Incantatum.”

He back-handed her and every head swiveled in her direction. She felt blood well in her mouth and fought to breathe through her nose.

“You stupid bitch.” She felt a hand in her hair and Beau yanked her head up. “You think this fuckin’ matters? Like anyone here’s gonna help you-“

“I will kill you where you stand if you do not release Professor de Vilieré right now.”

She gasped and looked up at Severus. He met her eyes briefly as if checking on her and focused back on Beau.

“You really are fuckin’ him, aren’t you, ya’slut.” Beau chuckled. “Knight in shining armor, and all that.” Beau snorted. “Always did have weird taste…”

Snape ignored him. “Release Professor de Vilieré.”

Beau growled but didn’t move to obey, Severus’ wand pressed tight to his neck. “Professor Beauregard.”

“I said release her.” Severus stepped in closer. “I will not tell you again.”

“Fuck you.”

“Digitos wibbly.” Charlotte choked out and tore her hair away from Beau’s suddenly jelly-like fingers.

Snape wrapped a hand around her upper arm and gently pressed her back in Madame Rosmerta’s waiting arms. Beau made a move to stalk after her and Snape stepped between them.

“End this damn curse or I’ll kill you the minute this asshole leaves.” He gestured wildly with his useless hands. “Stupid Bitch.”

“How do you propose to do that?” Snape smirked. “Professor de Vilieré will be back at Hogwarts long before that curse wears off.” He turned over his shoulder at her. “Your facility with wandless magic, as ever, is impressive, de Vilieré.”

Charlotte snorted. “Thanks, Snape.”

Beau cursed under his breath. “Her last name is Beauregard.”

“Her last name is de Vilieré. You are divorced, if I’m not mistaken.”

“Not for long… Not if she’s as smart as everyone says she is.” Beau leered at her. “She ruined my fuckin life and career. She’s gonna fix it.”

“Fuck you, Beau.” Snape glanced back, watching Charlotte straighten her spine. She held out her hand and her wand shot out of Beau’s pocket and into her hand. “You ruined your career. It was in its death throes well before the divorce. A cocaine habit will do that to’ya.”

Beau growled, useless hands trying and failed to grasp the wand before it made it into her hand.

Severus was hit with the realization that, at least partially, she was so proficient with wandless and wordless magic because of the man standing in front of him.

He took her wand. Stopped her from doing magic. His hand tightened around his own wand.

“I’m never going to marry you again. Never.”

Beau stepped forward. “You’ll fuckin’ marry me if you know what’s good for you, bitch. You’ll fix all the shit you fucked up and we’ll be one big happy family again.”

Charlotte snorted. “Or what?”

“I won’t stop next time, if you catch my meaning.”

Charlotte blanched but stood firm.

Severus took a step toward. “Threaten her again and-“

Beau turned to him, a nasty snarl on a pretty face. “And what, asshole? You ain’t gonna kill me.”

“Aren’t, you neanderthal. And why wouldn’t I?” Snape advanced again and Beau, hands still incapable of holding his wand, backed away.

“You ain’t gonna to risk prison to kill me.”

Severus smiled nastily. “I wouldn’t be risking anything. Every person in this pub would testify to seeing you try to drag her from the room by her hair after she ended the disillusionment charm.”

“She won’t press charges. She knows she won’t get far without witnesses.” Beau chuckled nastily. “I can guaran-fuckin’-tee that.”

“I think you’ll find that I’m more than witness enough and magical law enforcement isn’t likely to take your word over mine.”

“Oh, really?” Beau cackled. “Who the fuck do you think you are, dude? Some jumped-up school-“

Severus arched an eyebrow. “You have no clue who I am.”

Beau shrugged. “The asshole fuckin’ my wife?”

Severus gathered himself to his full height, towering easily over the shorter man. “I’m Severus Snape. I’m a war hero, you complete fool. Do you really think they wouldn’t give me another medal for defending the defenseless?” Severus got a step closer. “I have looked into the eyes of the Dark Lord and stole his secrets. He may have been a failure and a madman, but he defecated scarier beings than a weak-willed, spineless, little man with less than two brain cells to his credit.”

“Fuck you, man.” Beau clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, rolling his eyes. “She’s pretty and shit, but no pussy is worth all this fuss. I’ll give you money, just get lost.”

Severus looked close to hexing Beau on principle alone, exasperated. “I don’t want your money, you fool, just like de Vilieré doesn’t want you.”

“This had nothing to do with what she wants,” Beau grinned. “It’s about her doing what she needs to do, what she has to do.”

Charlotte tossed her head. “I need to do nothin’, jackass. There is nothin’ you could say-“

“You’ll do or I'll sue for custody and this time I’ll make damn sure I’ll win.”

Charlotte set her jaw. “Over my dead-“

“Don’t tempt me, bitch.”

Severus pressed his wand tighter against his neck. “What did I say about threatening her?”

“Magical Law Enforcement!” Two wizards apparated directly into Madame Rosmerta’s and Severus grinned, stepping back, remaining in front of

Charlotte, physically blocking any last-ditch attack, hands raised.

“Professor, what happened?”

Severus shot a smug look at Beau and turned to consider the patroller. “Hello, Patrolman Jameson. This man-”

“Alton Beauregard.”

Snape nodded at Charlotte. “Alton Beauregard is a guest in our country, who came exclusively to harass and assault his ex-wife, Professor Charlotte de Vilieré, of Hogwarts, and apparently to coerce her into marrying him again. When it became clear that her life was in danger, the Professor broke the disillusionment charm Mr. Beauregard had cast, rather poorly I should mention. I then witnessed him hit her across the face and attempt to drag her from the room by her hair.”

“Is this true, Madame?”

“Before you say anything, think of the consequences.” Beau smiled nastily. “I can make it difficult for you-“

Charlotte made a noise of frustration. “Oh, just shut the fuck up already! We’re not in NOLA anymore, you dumbass. Nobody gives a shit about you or your family here.” Charlotte straightened her spine and turned back to the officers. “Yes, it is. He has a history of physical abuse. I have documentation if you need it.”

It took over an hour. Witness statements were signed, charges pressed, injuries noted and healed.

When it was done, Charlotte collapsed into a chair. Rosmerta patted her on the shoulder and pressed a mug of tea into her hands. “Here, dearie. Catch your breath.”

Charlotte nodded vaguely and whispered a faint, “Thank you.”

Severus sat stiffly in the chair opposite of her.

She stared down into her cup. “Thank you.” She sucked in a breath. “Not gonna lie, wish you hadn’t seen that, but thank you.”

He nodded and they fell silent, her staring into her tea and him staring at her.

“I don’t want…” she swallowed. “I don’t want to be pitied or for people to see me differently.” She glanced up and caught his eyes. “I don’t want you to see me differently.”

He held her eyes and nodded. “I won’t.”

“I don’t want to be treated with kid gloves or as some sort of fragile, broken piece of glass…” she trailed off, blinking rapidly.

“de Vilieré.” She looked up at him. “No one could see what I just saw and think you fragile or broken.”

She considered him quietly and swallowed. “How much did you see?”

“All of it.” He shrugged stiffly. “I knew you’d likely leave the castle after your reaction this morning. And I knew whatever- whoever- it was, terrified you. I wasn’t going to let you…” he trailed off, uncomfortable. “I didn’t know what I’d find but I wasn’t going to let it happen without at least being there when it happened.”

She looked down at her tea cup, running her finger over the brim with a wince. “Why?”

“Because we are colleagues.” He breathed deeply. “Because I have seen the look on your face before on other faces. I may not be the picture of chivalry, but I’m not the kind of man that would send a woman, let alone one of your stature, alone into the type of situation that would engender such fear.”

She nodded. They lapsed into silence again.

“What I don’t understand…” Severus drummed his fingers on the blackened, aged table, glancing over his shoulder as if expecting Beau to come storming through the doors again. “You are an intelligent woman-”

Charlotte snorted into her tea. “Thank you, Severus.”

He slanted a look at her that was verging on baleful, but lacking heat. “You are a reasonably intelligent woman. Why would you willingly go meet him knowing who he is? That was reckless.”

“I knew what he wanted and I know Beau.” She shrugged. “Beau is a dumb fuck, but he isn’t going to risk prison. I reckoned I could get him to leave easily enough.”

“He seemed ready to risk prison.”

“Seemed so, but he’s always been more bluster than balls.” She made a face, shrugging. “He is a coward and always has been. Besides,” she chuckled, “he barely graduated from the Convent. I’m a damn sight better at spellwork and now that no one’s stepping in to fight his battles for him, I figured I could take him if it came to that.”

“Regardless,” Severus shook his head, “It was foolish.”

“Maybe, but it was a risk I was willing to take.” She grinned, it was subdued, quieter than her usual cheeky grin. “I was kinda hoping he would try something so I could hex him into the next decade, but I thank you for your assistance either way.”

“Sorry to disappoint.” He huffed out a laugh. He was quiet a long moment. “Did you ever love him?”

“Beau?” She shook her head. “No, he’s never been my cup of tea.” She inclined the mug in her hand with a small ironic smile. “I have known him most of my life but never… he always scared me.”

“So then an arranged marriage?”

She nodded. “Yep. Duty to family n’all that. Doesn’t matter that he’s a fuckin’ idiot and surely wouldn’t be adding anything of value to the family. We were fortunate that Hadrien takes so strongly after my family. He’s the spittin’ image of my dad and my brother.”

Severus nodded. “I’ve heard that in some cases, one parent’s, typically the mother, intention is so strong as to almost override normal genetic inheritance.”

“We cited some studies to that effect when Beau dragged me to court the first time. He wasn’t willing to accept the results of the magical paternity test or the no-maj format.”

“He doubted paternity?”

She nodded. “He’s a dumbass. Despite the fact that I was very young when I had Hadrien and he resembled my family, not some rando out on the street-“

“And he was abusive and I doubt you would tempt fate in that matter.”

Charlotte made a face and shrugged. “No accounting for taste or intelligence.”

Severus looked off to the side and sighed. “Was he always this abusive? Or did it intensify over time?”

“Like most things, there were cycles. He was never kind, per say, but there were times when he spent more time out than in the house or when his abuse was more verbal or emotional rather than physical. Not that it makes it better, but I had no emotional connection to him and didn’t give a shit about his opinion, so it didn’t really matter.” She stared down into her mug. “I always tried to leave in those quiet moments, but it didn’t really seem to change the result. He would find out, beat the shit outta me. Rinse. Repeat.”

“And he regularly took your wand.”

“Yes… worked that out, did you? He kept it locked in a cabinet and regularly threatened to break it.” She smiled wryly. “I suppose that was actually helpful. I would never be so proficient without-“, she shrugged.

“There was nothing helpful about that man, Charlotte. You are lucky you are resilient and resourceful. You would not have survived otherwise.”

She smiled softly at him. “Thank you, Severus.”

Severus nodded. “Do you worry about your son living with that neanderthal?”

“Of course I worry for my son, but he doesn’t live with his father.” She smiled softly. “I was canny enough, and my father powerful enough, to have the judge declare his father's home unfit. After all, Beau is a busy politician. He’s often not home for days on end. Additionally, when he is in NOLA, he is often out socializing. Surely, a newly single father would not know what to do with the son he barely knows as it is. Hadrien lives with my father and my brother now. Which suits him well. He gets to flit between their labs and learn. How to prepare rare botanicals from my dad, herbalism and healing from my brother and his husband. He’s gonna be a hellova potions master.”

“I see now what you meant about ‘playing Solomon.’” Severus inclined his head, almost respectfully. “You would have made a fine Slytherin.”

She grinned. “I’ve come to that conclusion as well.”

His mouth quirked up at the corner. “How were you finally able to leave?”

“I was able to get a letter out to my father almost two years ago now, detailing all that had happened with the evidence that I had gathered, medical reports, pictures, witness statements, the lot.” She shrugged. “I hadn’t been able to get word to my father until that point anyways but things were escalating. Beau had imperio’d me a couple days prior after a particularly vicious day.”

Severus locked his jaw. “He imperio’d you?”

She nodded. “He had done it before, cher, don’t think too much about it. I wasn’t-“ she paused and sucked in a breath. “It’s not an excuse, of course, but I’m not the ideal woman by New Orleanian standards. I’m difficult and stubborn and opinionated. I have always been open about my dislike of his politics. While I was no longer able to speak openly about my political beliefs, one of his friends reminded him of things I said in school and in the early years of our marriage. He was on the campaign trail and was not amused.”

“So he imperio’d you?” Severus clenched his fist against the table. “I should’ve caused him more damage, more lasting damage.”

“Oh you did.” She grinned. “He’s in jail, Severus, British jail. He’s never been in any situation that he couldn’t weasel his way out of by virtue of his name alone. If nothing else, he’s very uncomfortable and he’s weak, spineless, enough that he will be damaged by this.”

He nodded. “Some comfort, I suppose. Continue. How did you leave this lump of fecal matter?”

She smiled and reached over to pat his hand. “As I said, things were escalating and I knew that I wouldn’t be able to keep myself and my son safe in that house much longer. He had never hit Hadrien but I could see that he was losing what little control he had. Hadrien stepped between us around that time and Beau pushed him out of the way. I think that was the first time Beau realized that Hadrien was bigger than him and there was fear there. I realized that the danger was very real and that I didn’t have as much control as I thought I did.” She paused, turning away to blink rapidly. “Hadrien was no longer safe and, even if he never laid a hand on him… I didn’t want my son finding my body.”

“My…” Severus swallowed. “My father beat my mother and I for most of my life until he died when I was eighteen.” Severus nodded. “I’m- not happy, but I don’t know how or if I would’ve been able to cope with finding my mother. I was at school when it happened. So I suppose I’m fortunate.”

“Your father-“

He nodded and she sucked in a breath. “I’m sorry that you had- I’ve just been vomiting all of this on you. I’m sorry, Severus.”

He shook his head, clearing his throat. “I chose to follow you here and I don’t regret it.”

Charlotte dabbed at fresh tears with her fingertips and nodded. “My father was livid. He told my brother and his husband and the rest is history. We waited until Beau ran for state attorney general and had started to do statewide campaign events, so he would be gone for long stretches at a time. I took my son and I moved back into my childhood home. I retained a lawyer, found the only judge who would listen and got a bullet-proof restraining order. I started collecting evidence and preparing my case. And now I’m here. I’ve been officially divorced for four months and some change.”

“So you moved here almost immediately after.”

“I stayed for two months. I didn’t want to leave my son but I couldn’t stay in New Orleans. I’m not demure enough to listen to people speak about things they knew nothing about without retaliating.” She blushed. “I jinxed an old school rival in broad daylight in the Quarter. Almost got arrested.” She shrugged when he arched a brow at her in askance. “She never did know when to mind her own business.”

He shot her a sly look. “What jinx?”

She gasped dramatically. “Severus!” She swatted at his arm. “Cantis. Since she likes the sound of her own voice so goddamn much.”

“Thank you for telling me this.” Snape paused, almost sympathetically. “I imagine that I may remind you of your husband. I’m sorry for that, Charlotte.”

She looked up and smiled. “You don’t remind me of Beau at all, Severus. Even in the beginning when you seemed determined to run me out of town, I… enjoyed our verbal sparring matches. I was never afraid of you. I felt engaged in a conversation for the first time in a very long time and I think you kept- keep me on my toes and I enjoy that. It’s refreshing.” She pulled one hand from around the mug and passed it over one of his hands briefly. “Also you’re taller.”

He snorted, releasing the breath he had been holding, and nodded, reaching for her mug of tea, which she relinquished with a small look of confusion. “Rosmerta doesn’t know that you don’t drink tea. It’s a shame to waste good tea.” After ordering her a cup of coffee, he reheated the tea silently and took a large, fortifying drink. “You mentioned that Beau was not your ‘cup of tea.’ Not blinded by a handsome face?”

She shook her head, smiling. “No. I prefer substance over style. Beau has always been a flash in the pan.”

“‘Substance over style’.” He drawled, eyes on her.

She nodded and shrugged, watching him from under her eyelashes. “I have always been attracted to intelligent men. Beau could talk his way out of almost anything, sure. He’s a politician. But he is all sound and fury-“

“Signifying nothing.” He drawled, looking down at his cup. “You mentioned earlier that everyone thinks we’re ‘flirting’…”

She sipped at her coffee and made a wordless noise of affirmation.

He caught her eyes. “Are we?”

She smiled. “Well, I don’t know about you, but I’m not not flirting.”

[chidoroki]

182 Days of TPN - Day 98

Chapter 98: “Starting Sound”

I like how the first couple pages fake us out by thinking the enemy is about to attack Emma & everyone else when they actually end up raiding an dummy shelter. Very thankful to James for setting up so many empty ones because this keeps Peter’s men occupied for almost two years trying to find the right one.

Y’all know you can sleep in a bit longer since you’re not bound by the GF schedule anymore, right?? Old habits die hard I guess.

Props to Ray, Pepe and whomever else normally helps in the kitchen because that is definitely a lot of mouths to feed all at one time. Also love how intermingled the tables are between GF & GP children, like it doesn’t matter where they came from, they’re all one big family.

I adore seeing them adjust to the shelter life and all the different tasks the kids take on. I’m mighty fond of seeing Oliver wear the shelter jacket & turtleneck as well! Wish we got to see that look on him more often, same with Nigel without his usual hat. But there’s no way Paula could still be recovering a month and a half later! Hell, she’s shown sitting at the tables during breakfast just fine! Ahh whatever, still cute that Zack continues to check up on her. GP trio owns a special place in my heart.

With Dominic learning how to hunt from Yuugo, I guess it isn’t totally farfetched that season two had him pick up archery so quickly. I do remember that Rossi learns morse code eventually, but I was unaware he tries to learn some medical stuff alongside Theo? At least, I’m assuming that’s what going on considering Anna & Zack are there too.

Ah.. back during ch92 I wondered why the GF kids never picked up on Adam reciting Norman’s number when they returned to the shelter, but I guess the big guy just switched it up and started repeating Emma’s ID nonstop instead. Makes sense as to why Violet seems a bit confused about it, not because she doesn’t remember Emma’s number but if that’s the same number Adam was saying the whole time back at GP.

I haven’t looked for fics in a hot minute, but I remember there were always tons about RE in the shelter library and not enough (or any) about the secret room and I gotta wonder why. Clearly they’re down below often enough during the past seven days if that GV kid knows where they are.

Well, Sonya’s correct about the first part since it’s revealed earlier this chapter that Peter killed off a handful of supporters back in 2031. Also, love how one of the tiny, surprised faces kinda looks like the drawing Shirai typical uses.

Still a more complex way to locate the secret room than how season two had it be “hidden” behind a simple, very noticable door labeled “pen.”

I despise this man so damn much.. absolutely hate him and his stupid fingers tapping away endlessly. I still dunno if this is just a random thing he does or if it’s actually morse. Can’t confirm it with season two either since the anime did one thing right and cut him out.

Speaking of morse code, I love how Emma quickly hands the phone over to Ray once she recognizes it. Sure she’s skilled enough to decipher it, but hearing morse is much different than seeing it, and there’s no way she wants to miss a single detail after waiting a whole week to hear back from the supporters, so she tosses the phone to Ray since she believes he will catch everything more efficiently than she could. And he does.

Now, I may be a total idiot, but for the life of me, I can’t remember who this hooded person might be? With it currently being March 2046, it can’t be James since he died sometime around September 2031 (if ch73 is anything to go by) and it ain’t Norman since he’s still trapped at Lambda until 2047. Perhaps Peter missed a supporter hiding amongst the Ratri clan and this is some random person but I dunno. Oh, unless this is just Smee..? I mean, the cloak he’s wearing is pretty much the same one Norman uses later on, so he could easily acquire it when they’re both at Lambda. That could be it. Hopefully.

Favorite panel/moment:

I HAVE DEARLY MISSED MY BOY CHRIS!! (& yes I noticed Gillian’s tiny head pat to Thoma. See! I knew they would get along well!)

[canyouhearthelight]

The Miys, Ch. 205

Wee bit late, but not too bad... less than 45 mins.

I hope everyone is safe from the various weathers... This past weekend, the temps here in my area dropped 20 degrees literally the day after autumn started, so I feel like we’ve gotten super luck.  I still worry about y’all, though, so... again, hope everyone is safe from the fires, flooding, hurricanes, earthquakes, tsunamis, and volcanoes.

Reader shoutout for this week is @kindagayguy... I hope you’re enjoying the series thus far!

For this chapter, I was fortunate enough to have not only the rock-steady @baelpenrose, but also @writing-with-olive and @quantumizedinsanity crawl all over and beta read for me!

And yes, the tremors are a very real thing I experience when stressed and low on B12. While the IRL Arthur has never once lived in close enough proximity to hand me said vitamins, there are enough people in my life who do that I can take a bit of liberty.

“I have only been awake an hour and a half, there has been no opportunity to commit crimes yet,” Arthur sighed as he found me leaning against the corridor outside his office.  “And why do I feel like my boss is waiting to corner me?”

“An hour and a half is ample time, but we both know I’m not your boss.” I followed closely behind him and handed him a coffee.

“I am fully aware of that fact, but I’m not convinced you are. At least not consistently.” He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply before taking a swig of the peace offering. “Mmmmm, poison… So, to what do I owe the pleasure?”

I carefully took one of the chairs in front of his desk - I could vaguely remember one being rigged to fall apart or something, and for the life of me couldn’t remember which it was. “Honestly, I just want to make sure I am fully braced when Nixe and Charly - not to mention Coffee and Tempest - find out what nefarious purposes are behind the, quote ‘self driven learning’ endquote, that you have Teeth doing.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” His reply was too calm for him to be lying, counterintuitive as it would seem. “We finished the overview of Terran History pre-diaspora, so they have been doing self-guided learning at night to help with learning Terran languages. No evil dolphins involved. Not even a slightly shady manatee.”

Interesting. “So… You didn’t have anything to do with, say, Teeth learning about Von ecology from a section of the Eko-mari archives that we haven’t translated yet?”

He waved me off. “They select what they are learning and translating, Sophia. You know that, it’s literally what ‘self-guided’ means. They just have to make a report to me on what they learned, in English, once a week.”

I rubbed and held my bottom eyelid from the tremor I could feel starting. With the same hand, I started rubbing my temple. “Arthur… Sillanod. Teeth informed me over sandwiches last night that there is a subterranean form of vine on the planet whose sap, when boiled, is as hard if not harder than diamond.”

The bottle he was handing me fell midgesture when his fingers went limp. “There’s what?”

“Mmm hmm.” I picked up the bottle. B vitamins, for the tremor. “I didn’t know about this, but it’s also not my job. Interestingly, neither did Charly or Maverick - and it’s both of their jobs. Turns out no one knew about this, except Teeth, apparently. Who learned it while studying for your class.”

The hand that was still hovering finally sprung to life, landing on its fingertips. “Where the hell did they get that?”

My arms flew open incredulously. “That is what I am asking you!” I groaned loudly. “The data is being released as we translated it into something we understand, but this isn’t part of that group. I don’t want to go to Pranav, seeing as we’ve had a hard enough time trying to remind everyone that Teeth is a literal child. Alice would probably be interested, but since her team is the one working on translating that exact data…”

“And we both know that Alice wouldn’t put Teeth up to this.” One finger started tapping loudly. “Derek. They had to have gotten the data from Derek.”

I snorted. “Doubtful. He likes Teeth, but also doesn’t like people futzing around in his code.” Rubbing my neck as the stress of the situation built, I tried rolling it to loosen it up some. “Do you think they just didn’t realize the data was being worked on?  I mean, we aren’t even sure how many languages Teeth is fluent in, but it’s at least three or four.  If the file was in a language they already understand, and they were working on translation to a Terran one, they may not have even realized that we don’t know what it says.  That data isn’t locked down or anything, is it?”

He pointed one finger to his face. “Not a programmer, not my department, wrong person to ask.” The hand fell, this time to rest gently on the desk. “But if the data isn’t being hidden or anything, you might be right. Although, same caveat, there’s a much simpler solution.”

“I’m all ears over here.”

“One and a quarter, at best,” he scoffed. “Nonetheless… Teeth is the child of a queen and a pirate captain, whose sister-ish thing is an engineer and combat weapons analyst - “

“Xale is a what!?”

“Combat weapons analyst. Try to keep up.  The point is, Teeth is probably bored. Surrounded by squishy adult mammals, practically bedridden since they have to wear that skelly all the time… Derek would be bored as hell, so would I.”

Biting my lip, I turned the idea over in my mind. It seemed plausible, especially since I had just clarified that the exo was - “Arthur, by chance do you have Teeth doing anything that would require being upside down?”

He blinked hard and shook his head. “That took a hard left. What are you talking about?”

“Teeth messed up the calibration on their exo because when they were upside down, the exo still pulled toward their feet, not their head.  I was too focused on trying to understand what they were saying, and Charly and Maverick immediately went into problem solving mode, so I just now realized that none of us actually asked what the hell they were doing to notice that.”

Closing his eyes, he took two deep breaths in what looked like an attempt to steady himself. “This is ‘Mom, Other Mom, and Not-Dad’ stuff. Not ‘Aunt and Uncleish thing’ stuff. Point it out to Charly and Nixe if it hasn’t already occurred to Charly, maybe they’ll know what is going on, and if not, let them deal with it.  It’s bad enough that you are the one here instead of the parental units.”

“Charly is running simulations on the sap, and Nixe is doing Teeth’s aquatic therapy,” I confessed sheepishly.

“Sophia. Phee. Friend. I know it is against the very nature that the universe seems to have woven into you. But you have to stop adopting people - especially not the one person on the Ark with parents to spare. Step back, enjoy your aunt privileges, and let the parents deal with the shenanigans.”

“Ugh.” I wrinkled my nose jokingly. “Do not like.”

“I’m sure you’ll live. Probably longer, this way.” With that, he stood. “Now, if you will please excuse me, I have to review the lesson plans for today’s Gee Cee courses.”

I stood and turned toward the door before freezing mid-stride. “Those lesson plans have been finalized for years, and that’s Simon’s class anyway. I thought he was doing great?”

“He is. Total natural, and most of the classes love him. There were some updates once we came out of FTL, and I want to make sure I’m familiar with them.”

“For a class Simon is teaching?” I tipped my head to the side to make sure I could hear clearly.

A scoff. “I’m covering his classes today, if you must know. He has a date.”  That made me start to turn back around, only to be stopped by a pair of hands. “Oh no you don’t. Out that door, nosy butt.  His classes start in two hours, and I need to be up to speed on the updates for today.”

“Is it Nixe!?” I asked excitedly as he shoved me into the corridor. “Is it??”

“Go ask them yourself. Bye!”

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[alistairlowes]

i would love to hear how you think they handled his storyline horribly if you’re up to sharing because i thought the same thing.

another note: it’s gonna be hilarious to see this show get canceled just after two seasons of being on abc lmaooo (im so sorry to station 19 tho, y’all got canceled for this shit show 😭)

hey. first, sorry i’m late with this reply. i let this cook in my brain for a bit in hopes of elaborating my thoughts better but it didn’t really work lmao. but anyways i did say it before and i still stand by it and that is that they wanted to do something big for 100th episode that’s why we got bi reveal out in that way but the build up was shit and imo it wasn’t handled with enough care & thought put into it. literally zero character introspection before or after for something as major as sexuality. and like i truly don’t expect them to do wonders on network tv but making them kiss to establish buck is bi because it was the quickest way although they barely spoke up to that point is just lazy and pandering to a certain group of people. buck and tommy have no emotional and romantic chemistry whatsoever and i fucking hate that 180° switch oliver did with acting in that scene i was literally like “oh okay we’re really doing this now". it was forced af. they barely interacted until that point? nothing else in that episode makes sense and especially not “your attention”. what the fuck are you even talking about? i also said before it would make sense if it was about eddie so he projected those feelings (i would still think writing sucked even if bdw </3) but i’m not sure of anything at this point since they just seem to wing it as the show goes and care more about numbers, milestones and what the audience goes along with rather than what makes any narrative sense. 

like i don’t know dude, if smashing two men together like ken dolls without actually giving them any development or realization counts as good bi rep for some people then good for them, couldn’t be me tho. as someone who watched a lot of queer shows that actually bothered to deal with arcs like this properly this is giving nothing. it was rushed. bucks bi arc is clearly not about him as some tend to claim. they could have done it without random fucking kissing right away. but they did that and all other episodes followed with that and nothing else. and if i have to read one more time how i should be grateful we got “macho guy” coming out because there isn’t enough rep like that i’m gonna end it all.

but also feel free to share thoughts too i’ll add it to my everything wrong with this shit .docx. sadly don’t think it will get cancelled any time soon but whatever i emotionally detached myself from it. i don’t even enjoy other characters anymore because it’s just back and forth all the time. i’m on the side watching people argue from now on.

[linavloger]

NEW INTENTIONS INCORRECT QUOTES pt. 2

Cop: You ran a red light. Isabella: So did you, hypocrite. Cop: I was following you. Isabella: That was dumb, I'm a terrible driver. Cop: Get out.

Captain: Jenna, Rena, I love y’all and all, but can I ask what in the hell are you doing? Jenna, trying to stabilize a tower of folding chairs that Rena is sitting atop: Oh nothing much. Rena: I love you too :)

Jenna: I’ve never asked someone out. How do you even do it? Melvin: Oh, what I do is, I look them up and down and I say: “Hey… how you doin’?” Captain, scoffing: Oh, please. Melvin, to Captain: Hey, how you doin’? Captain: Captain: giggles and blushes

Olive: Daniel got into a fight. Isabella: That’s bad. Isabella: ... Isabella: Did he win?

Isabella, wearing shades: Rule one of destroying the world. Isabella: does finger guns You gotta look good while doing it.

Anais, seeing a banana on the car seat: What the FUCK?? Anais, buckling the banana up: Fucking buckle UP, it’s the LAW!

Store Worker: Would a “Anais” please come to the front desk? Anais, arriving at the desk: Hello, is there a problem? Store Worker, pointing to George and Melvin: I believe they belong to you? George and Melvin, simultaneously: We got lost. Anais: I didn’t even bring you guys here with me—

Captain: What are you guys doing? Edith: Like in life in general or- Anais: Not much. Why, what's up? Captain: I dunno, I’m bored playing AC. Anais: Assassins Creed? Captain: Animals Creed. Edith: Assassins Crossing.

Murderer: Any last words? Isabella: Do you think I'm cute? Be honest.

Captain: Which movie are you and Olive going to see tonight? Rachel: Oh, I always go to whichever movie Olive wants. Captain: Which one does she want to see? Rachel: I haven't decided yet.

George: Harold, why is Jenna intruding on our cuddle time? Jenna: Harold, why is George intruding on our cuddle time? Harold, in distress: Please… I have two hands…

Anais: A fistfight CAN be romantic.

Isabella, about George: He's speaking some kind of French. Harold: Let me handle it. I speak Spanish. It's the same thing.

Captain: Okay, what does A stand for? Olive: Arson. Captain: Aw, you're so good. Okay! B! What does B stand for? Olive: Barson. Daniel: laughter Captain: What stands for C? Olive: Commit arson. Daniel: Oooo. Captain: D! Olive: Don't come near me, I'm going to commit arson. Daniel: more laughter

Captain: I think I mostly want to see what happens when this whole place breaks apart.

Jenna: I will send my army to attack! Jenna: releases a dumpster of raccoons

[josiebelladonna]

you know, i’m reading her fics (and also afterglow, so good so bad, and living on the edge by temple) and i’m not going to lie to you guys: i really do feel threatened. i feel my sexual wounding reopening itself. that raw feeling that gnawed at me from late 2021 into a good chunk of last year back to me again. this lingering demon that constantly tells me i’m worthless and that sexuality is a thing of pain, and it tells me to give up the ghost on sexuality as a whole. i read her fics and i feel worthless, just completely unsexy, those old shaming thoughts that have haunted me and built walls around me for what feels like eternity: they want me back. she may as well just shame me for my preferences and my desires. just get it over with. i know that’s what you want to do. 

she hinted at it a few times whenever i wrote something that supposed to be hot and she called it “cute” instead. pain and repression are a joke to her. you think you’re the only one who can do it right. i feel so sexless, so neutered, so prudish if you will, all because i don’t have it whereas you do. lol, i’m a sexual being. lol, yeah, imagine me being sexual, especially when her ass exists.

one thing i read during my two “raw” periods last year—where, in a proverbial sense, i threw myself at a wall and splayed myself open and i examined the pieces, kicked up a lot of anxiety, depression, humiliation, actual physical pain, bad memories, and angry tears—was that when a woman feels sexually empowered, she inspires other women to do the same. well... i’m afraid i never got that from her: quite the contrary, actually. i felt more unsafe and like i was being forced to write erotically rather than have it come from me naturally: it felt like there was this unspoken rule that i had to do erotica when she was around. and moreover, her reactions to it only made me feel like i wasn’t doing it right.

i still feel raw at times, too: i still hate and feel so uncomfortable with my desires, and i wish i could get rid of them. my kinks are still heavily riddled in shame. i still think what i like is dumb (just to give an example: you know how i really like how alex looks with a little belly on him? sometimes i’ll think about that and then i’ll immediately think “what am i doing. this is stupid, i can’t do this, i can’t do this to him, i am such a fucking creep”). i look at lingerie or toys online and it feels like such a waste of time even considering them in the first place, like no one wants me. i look at my complete absence of a sex life and i want to cry: 30 years old in april and i never even had my first kiss, what the hell.

and rather than make me feel good about myself and help me understand that it’s all natural and i had to do that myself and i feel like i failed, she did not make me feel safe to express myself. she still doesn’t.

these are the hottest band fics y’all have read. they’re so self-assured and comfortable. but then i stop and ask, you’re serious?

you can’t be.

i’m not going to say much about temple because… i’d rather not, i gave her kudos as like an olive branch and i really don’t want to undo that. but if i remember correctly, just from seeing posts about what people don’t like to see in fic, piss poor grammar and spelling are unanimously a kiss of death for fanfic. and add to this, istg, the quality of their fics has steadily dropped off the last couple of years: i’m having to reread chapters 2-3 times because i don’t know what the hell is happening. there’s rereading something because it’s good, and then there’s rereading because it’s hard to follow.

i liked louder than love. it was fun, and sweet, and actually hot in some places, and to this day, i still go back to that original trilogy. the type o fics felt like natural evolutions of the story, too.

but… i think it’s just me being the thrash and death metal girl here but i can see the chlamydia coming out of the motley ones. it doesn’t help that the quality has fallen off a cliff, and moreover, i’m not sure how that works. i would think that, as time goes on, you improve your writing. maybe it’s just the style—this is tommy lee here, i’m not expecting alex skolnick or chuck schuldiner—but it’s a bad sign if i read and i find it hard to follow. it’s like “a first draft from a sixth grade student writing their first big essay and it’s loaded with errors and you do your damnedest to not be mean about here during peer review” level of hard to follow. whereas i knew what was going on in l.t.l., all the way to the end.

and i’m completely turned off by the green druidess’ motley fics. i mean, i’m already predisposed to feel turned off from her, but i genuinely feel dirty reading life after death. i don’t want to read something that talks to me like i’m an idiot, let alone read said thing from someone who pretty much convinced me that my sexuality is wrong.

you know, i just realized something. these two… things, i wouldn’t call them series (fever in, fever out was a series, so is eerie inhabitants), are basically the fanfic equivalent of marvel. really, think about it: started out humble and small and kinda quaint and then ego took over and they’re just churning out sequel after sequel, spin-off after spin-off, hollow story after hollow story with some sort of vague connection but the quality is abysmal after a while. they’re basically marvel or disney but much, much smaller—and i get a sense that people are afraid to speak out about it, too, given this is fanfic here (so abuse of “don’t like don’t read” on two levels).

except, instead of obsession with money, i don’t know what the intent is. to punish me? that’s what it feels like. it’s not like i give a shit, but… ego blurs your vision, and as i have shown, ego is a major problem with the green druidess—and i’m starting to think temple’s just a puppet. someone who flip-flops like that doesn’t have an ego but lacks a spine. and speaking of her, i thought she’d cruise, at least through last year: quarantine is over and we’re all trying to make sense of this new world we’re in, sure, but i remember seeing her kick ass in 2019 into a good chunk of 2020. and then *she showed up* and... oof. talk about easy to assume the worst. you’re just like mike love but you’ll never be brian wilson.

“we’re lowly fanfic writers. we toil and suffer in obscurity.” listen, if you say this about yourself, apply this to everyone on ao3 and wattpad. okay? it’s not just you. i said this before and i’ll say it again: what the hell makes her so special? is it because she ~actually replies to you~?

you know who else ~actually replied to you~? tila.

although…

from what I’ve read about tila, before she went completely off her rocker, she was actually daring and a formidable person (i mean, she was the first social media star before smartphones became ubiquitous, for god’s sake).

she was blunt and confessional. that was part of her appeal aside from the open lewdness: she was like an open book. people following her felt like they “got” her.

she was genuinely adult, too. there was nothing about her that seemed juvenile, i want to say. she seemed genuinely mature and the way that she expressed it was no child’s play.

you know... compare this to…

well, you know.

and... she called me “cute” for writing a phone sex scene.

...

...

there’s nothing about ^her that is blunt or confessional, now that i really think about it and how her fics sit in my memory. i really cannot think of anything from her that’s on that deep a level except -maybe- “stay”, and i wasn’t too crazy about the ending of that, either: that’s probably my one complaint with that one, was the ending felt a little... i want to say “canned” or “unsatisfying”, like i was expecting more of a punch but instead i got a little tap on the back of the head.

everything about ^her reminds me of that “abcdefu” song that came out last year: it makes you go, “god, this girl’s a brat. she steals from people and then stabs them in the back when she finds there’s nothing left to take, and then cries about it when someone calls her out, and the way she goes about with it is so childish. she takes until there’s nothing left to take and then plays dead when she doesn’t get her way.”

not just grifter behavior but someone who, in a vein very similar to tila (hence why i keep comparing them to one another), never grew up. except, this is like 5th grade type stuff with an air of detachedness and arrogance, so it gets weirdly creepy once you put some thought into it.

i don’t have any idea how a grown-ass woman pulls off the “creepy child” trope but... somehow.

she did it.

i mean, the fact she reuploaded her anthrax fics almost immediately after the incident happened and then didn’t even sniff the ass of that tag until ^that stupid chapter of like loving the dead should give you more of a clue.

oh, you don’t believe me?

that series was reuploaded. she deleted it because my name was in the kudos. i had it bookmarked. really, i checked out the first chapter of that one and she only changed like minor grammatical errors, which tells me she didn’t even try to fix her plagiarism and do right by it (especially when i’ve shown that she’s still doing it): it was really only to get my name off of there. by the way, i deleted the bookmarks because they were empty; my fault for doing that, i should’ve screenshot them before i deleted them just to back this up, but nevertheless-

SHE IS LYING TO ALL OF YOU.

if something doesn’t go her way, she stomps her feet and screams until someone does listen, and then she abuses fic rules by putting a thin veneer of feminism on top to give herself the upper hand. she makes it look like she’s the only one who can say all this. 

it is textbook spoiled brat behavior, and grifter behavior… and i hate to say it but i’m seeing it way too much now. oh, you don’t think women lie or stretch the truth? you seriously believe all women are pure and are victims of everything and it’s impossible that some of them can absolutely vile? “how do we know you’re not lying?” i’ve been telling the truth this whole time—for one thing, i never deleted any posts about it, whereas she has: she pretty much scraped any record of my existence from her accounts because… i wish i knew.

i guarantee you, as you’re reading this, somewhere in the world, a woman is cheating on a man or another woman, a woman is hitting her child, a woman is performing animal cruelty, a woman is engaging in something horrific but no one says anything because y’all have warped the true meaning of feminism from “women should be held accountable as much as men” to “all women are victims and pure and if they don’t act in a way we want, they aren’t real women, and also all men are scum”. 

and to really burst your bubble, they’re all real people, too. seriously, stop this “real women” bullshit, already. i’m serious: stop it. it’s literally right up there with telling a guy to be a real man, it’s fucking annoying and helps no one—in my case, it triggered an existential crisis. i really thought there was no way i could identify as a woman because of her bullshit implying i’m not a real woman. and the fact that there are so many people on here who—i’m just going to say it—have no business being on here because they’re at an impressionable age, which only makes it worse. so many teenage girls are going to grow up with internalized misandry and a sense of “us vs. them” as well as misogyny.

do you see why i see her as a prototype for what tumblr has become? moreover, do you see why i am so genuinely creeped out by it? she thinks she’s still a teenager (for the record: i don’t know how old she is. she’s older than me, i know that).

moreover, this is her legacy. 

is it worth it to get attention for the hell of it rather than to do something worthwhile like—oh, i don’t know—write a genuinely good story or indulge in art and work on it and get better at it? again, much like tila, she’s obviously passionate about it. why does she feel a need to act like this when she only ends up breaking someone all because she doesn’t like them and leaves whole subcultures hanging just because she doesn’t want to be proven wrong? worse, knowing the size of her ego, there’s no hope for her. i’m afraid she’s too far gone to even assess the damage she’s done to herself. nevermind me and what i went through for a second: the fact she continues to antagonize me and carry this snotty, holier-than-thou, spoiled brat attitude tells me this is going to follow her around forever, no matter what she does and no matter what i do.

do i take responsibility? sure. i absolutely do. i exposed the truth about her, but it’s only because i thought i could trust her. i thought i had made a friend in her, and she turned out to be a complete bully to me and i had no choice but to really look at her behavior and talk about it. i take responsibility but you forced my hand. i didn’t point a gun to your head and tell you to reupload, you chose to do it and you chose to lie on top of that, too.

i didn’t have a choice: you did.

but you know what? i say, let her continue to dig the hole she has dug for herself. it’s like what i said about the people who support ai art: go ahead, keep doing it. let your ego swell so badly that you can’t even walk through a doorway. keep playing the victim.

i didn’t come to your wedding, but i will surely be at your wake. unlike your precious lizzy graves (...i fucking gag every time i think of that name, especially when you realize she’s named after michale graves), i have no regrets about any of it.

[acourtofsmut]

part 1: when two stars collide

nova & nyx

Pairings: OC!Female Half-human/Half-Illyrian x Adult!Nyx

Warnings: (NSFW) suggestive language, mention of death of a parent, mention of emotional abuse, pet names (little star, little one, poor little thing), smut, lots and lots of teasing foreplay, wing play, thigh riding, nipple play, size kink vibes, dom/sub vibes

Summary: Nova meets Nyx for the first time (and smut ensues).

A/N: Hello folks, I’ve been dreaming up this scenario and character for months. About two months ago, I wrote this to get it off my chest, and I stumbled upon it recently. I’ve spiffed it up for you all. To be honest, I did not edit this thoroughly… I skimmed it and said, “that’s good enough.” I could sit here for hours and hours trying to make this perfect, but that’s not my goal. My goal here is not to make a perfect plot-filled fanfic, more so to paint a picture of the love story Nova and Nyx that I have been daydreaming about. Things may not be in chronological order, so please bear with the errors and inconsistencies. I envision it as a collection of one-shots/drabbles that highlight their story. However, the first one is wicked long, so I apologize in advance. I’m so excited and nervous…I hope y’all enjoy 😊 Please show your love and reblog!

Word Count: 6,019

I was flying. My wings outstretched and flapped with strength that propelled me forward. A smile was plastered to my face as the wind whipped against my face; my waist-length, light brown hair trailed behind me. I have never felt so free. So light. So me. The moon glowed brightly, casting a warming light on my wings making them look translucent. The blues and purples of the veins visible beneath the white skin. Suspended in the night sky. Higher and higher. Lighter and lighter. I never wanted it to stop. Blissfully sailing among the clouds. I reached out and grabbed a star cupping it in my hands. It didn’t burn, but its warmth felt like a soothing salve. The light quickly dissolves into my palms. As I danced through the sky, starlight seeped out from my fingers twirling up my arms and around my wings, leaving a trail of stardust in my wake. Peering over my shoulder, the night sky spread out behind me. Behind a wispy cloud, blinked a pair of eyes. Beautiful, eyes speckled with stardust. There was a glint of controlled chaos swirling from within. Those starry eyes twinkled, embracing me in their darkness. Giving me their undivided attention, I did not shy away. Rather, I basked in their gaze feeling completely and comfortably seen. Like, the being behind those eyes could see straight into my soul, my psyche without it seeming like an invasion of privacy. It was surely welcomed. In the night sky, those eyes looked ethereal; unforgettable. I could feel that our time was coming to an end, but wanted nothing more than to be suspended within the night sky under the gaze of those eyes made of stardust and chaos. As they winked shut, the ground seemed to fall from beneath my feet. My wings no longer worked as some invisible force tugged me down. I was falling. Down. Down. Down. Into the darkness. I jolted awake.

The sun crept up the Illyrian Mountains. As the night sky met the morning sun, dawn cast a warm orangey glow upon the Windhaven Camp. I had been up for a while now, just laying in bed thinking about those stardusted eyes. I’ve been having that dream for a while now. Always the exact same sequence of events. Always left thinking about those eyes. Longing for the next time to see them.

When the warmth caressed my face, I rolled out of bed. Cold. I shivered, as my toes hit the freezing floor. Too tired to pick them up, the bottom of my wings dragged behind me. I hissed going to feed more wood into the fire. As soon as I had dressed myself in a simple olive dress and filled my belly with some warm honeyed oats, I trudged down the steps and into the store below. My bookstore. My pride and joy, finally.

About two years ago, my father’s drinking caught up to him and within a few months, he passed. I’m not ashamed to say I was relieved. No more flinching when he raised his hand or demanded a refill. No more dealing with a toxically egotistical Illyrian male. No more hurtful words. No hiding in the back of the store.

“You’re wings are a disgrace. Fucking ugly. Stay out of sight so nobody has to see them!” he would constantly remind me whenever I ventured out from the back of the store.

Since he passed, customers had stopped coming to the store because of what I am. I’m half-human. My mother was human. A ray of sunlight on this cold, brutal mountain. Or, so I was told. I never met her… she died during childbirth. Because of me. Her body wasn’t made to birth a winged-child. My father had hoped, prayed that I would be born without them. On the other hand, my mother didn’t seem to care. There was always a chance that she couldn’t have survived the birthing process, she had just hoped that I was healthy.

As she pushed and pushed, there was so much blood. Too much. And, my Dad never let me forget that.

The only memory I have of her is her voice. “She’s blessed by Aether,” she whispered in admiration looking at my little, white wings, “Call her Nova… my bright star.” And, then, her voice faded.

My wings.

My mother loved them, but they had taken her from me.

I sighed coming back to reality. I grabbed a book, my coffee, and settled into the worn chair towards the back of the store. The seat was hidden behind some shelves yet allowed me to see the door through the small spaces between the books.

Contentedly, I stared at the cover taking a sip of the rich coffee. Midnight Pleasure. My love life was severely lacking. When I say severely lacking, truly, I mean nonexistent. Never existed ever. Nothing. Probably due to a combination of my introversion, my wings, and the fact that I haven’t ever found anyone attractive except for the love interests in my books. It is difficult to come by an Illyrian males whose personality is agreeable and is attractive. The heated kisses, longing stares, passionate lovemaking… and, even more dirty things that made my cheeks heat. First kiss… at 24, I had never even been kissed before. I wasn’t ashamed. I only was curious which is the reason I continued to live vicariously through smutty, romance novels.

Creeeek!

I lifted my eyes towards the door. Still hidden behind the bookshelves, I assessed the customer. A male I did not recognize had stopped just at the threshold of the room. Just his presence emanated power, my chest started to tingle almost like there were butterflies trying to tickle me from the inside.

His clothing showing off his muscled figure. Black combat boots beneath Illyrian leathers that hugged his muscled thighs. My eyes lingered a little bit too long where the leathers bulged at the apex of his long legs. My eyes still making their up his body. Along his arms were black, swirled tattoos. The tattoos travelled to his fingers on his right hand. Those long fingers settled on the hilt of a gorgeous sword slung around his tapered waist. Upon his shoulders perched enormous black wings which spread out a bit as my eyes glazed over them. He wore a deep v-neck shirt that exposed a glowing olive-toned chest. His jaw and nose were sculpted by the gods. His plump lips were parted just slightly showcasing perfectly white teeth. The corner of his devilishly handsome mouth quirked upwards. Long silky, black hair brushed the tops of his shoulder. One side tucked behind a beautifully pointed ear. And, those eyes.

I swallowed deeply as my mouth dried, my heartbeat picking up a bit. I stepped out from behind the bookshelves and approached.

His eyes were a deep violet, speckled with stardust swirling with night and chaos.

My heartbeat skipped. An exact replica of the eyes in my dream. His stare so intense that I could feel the heat rising to my face. It was like I could feel the blood pumping through every vein in my body. No one had ever made my body respond like this.

“Hello there, little star,” his legs moved soundlessly with preternatural grace, and he approached the counter that I stood behind.

Only then did I realize how massive he was. My face was level with his chest. And, oh gods, up close, his eyes were even more captivating. I could feel his dark power enveloping me. And, that scent. Have mercy… that smokey scent filled my nose with sea salt and ripe pears. An oh-so-sweet musk. Oh great, now I’m drooling. Okay, get your shit together. Stop staring. Say something.

“Hi,” I murmured breathlessly and blinked my dark blue eyes up at him slowly.

“What’s your name?” he said barely tilted his to the side. The corner of his lip quirking up again in that slight smirk.

Frozen. I was frozen. He was devastatingly handsome. And, he seemed to be admiring me. His eyes snagging a bit longer on my wings. No trace of pity or disgust detected upon his face. It looked more like he was gazing at a masterpiece. My heart skipped a beat… his eyes finally captured mine.

“It’s Nova,” I softly said, my wings tucked themselves in a bit more.

“Beautiful…” he murmured under his breath, his wings mimicking mine.

“I’m Nyx,” he purred, his voice feline.

Finally, my mind started to clear from his stunning appearance. Still flustered, my heartbeat evened out, yet remaining slightly faster than normal. I couldn’t believe that he was actually real. Maybe I was still dreaming… yeah, that would make more sense than this.

Interrupting my thoughts, he began, “I was actually looking for a book… Emerie told me to swing by this place, she’s a family friend.”

“Oh,” I coughed, flustered, “Well, I have books.”

Stupid. Gods. I have books? Well, duh this is a bookstore. I mentally berated my stupid response.

“What are you looking for?” I added quickly.

“What do you recommend? What about that one?” he asked and pointed at the book I was still clutching in my hands.

“Umm… I don’t think you would like this one,” my cheeks heated, and I went to stuff it in one the counter drawers, out of sight. Before I could, his arm audaciously shot over the counter snatching the book from hand. My breath caught as I watched him turn to look at the cover. He let a short chuckle, smirking.

“Midnight Pleasure,” he mused, and I took the opportunity to snatch the book back, “I would never have pegged a lady like you as a reader of erotica…” he teased.

“It’s a… romance novel!” I searched for the words a little too long and his grin widened.

“I like romance novels. I think I’ll take that one.”

“It’s… uh… not for sale. Plus, I’m still reading it.” His gaze travelled across my face, lingering on the apples of my reddened cheeks.

Most people probably found his presence terrifying. His sheer dark power radiating through the room. But, I let the darkness embrace me as it did in my dreams like a wool blanket. There was a mischievous glint in his eyes as they darkened a bit becoming more chaotic.

“Would you care to lend it to me? Once you’re finished, of course.”

A seed of defiance sprouted in my stomach; my eyes narrowed, and I scoffed. He was enjoying this. I could tell. He was enjoying flustering me. And, I liked it. I needed to put space between us. Some distance. I stepped back, ringing my hands together.

“Possibly… as long as we stop talking about romance novels.”

He smiled softly, like he had won.

He was never getting that book.

His eyes flickered, remembering something, “Actually, I did come here looking for something in particular…” he said.

My brows furrowed in confusion. This is a bookstore, if he didn’t come looking for a book, then what was he here for?

Nyx’s eyes perused some titles on the shelf beside him.

“You, my little star… I came looking for you.”

I failed to hide my surprise feeling like the floor was being ripped out from underneath me.

“But… why? We don’t know each other.”

“I think we both know that’s untrue, Nova,” the way he said my name made something in my chest start tingling.

He couldn’t know… about the dream. Could he?

Again, as if he could read my mind, he offered, “You’re the little star with white wings dancing across my night sky.”

Stunned and confused, my mouth dropped open like a fish. His words caused that incessant tingling in my chest to intensify.

“You’re even more beautiful in real life,” he admitted, “although, I didn’t except you to be such a little thing,” he teased.

“You’re just an overgrown male,” I retorted softly.

“Avery powerful and handsome overgrown male.”

I scoffed.

“And, egotistical.”

“You didn’t deny it.”

“Deny what?”

“That you find me attractive.” He teased.

Again, with the teasing. He thrived off of it, eyes glistening with a challenge. Well, there was no use in denying it. I did find him attractive. Very attractive, but also frustrating.

I rolled my eyes at his antics. There were more pressing manners… like why were we having dreams of each other?!

“What does this mean… you know, that we dream of each other?” I tentatively questioned.

He gave me a long look, brows furrowed slightly. Opening his mouth to say something, he closed it quickly. His eyes shown with worry. My chest tingled with the urge to reassure him, comfort him.

“Just tell me.”

“I don’t want to scare you off,” he admitted, looking down.

“I don’t scare easily. I promise.”

“What do you feel…” his hand came up to place two finger in the center of my chest, “…right here?”

As soon as he touched me, it was like an electric surge through my body. My toes curled as my breath caught, startled. His hand jerked backwards like he had felt it too. Like a bungee jump, something pulled at my chest. I felt it now. A tether connecting the both of us. Reaching out for it, I felt like I was falling for a short second, suspended in the air.

His eyes darkened, those starry eyes twinkled and embraced me in their darkness., “… mates, Nova. It means were mates.”

I felt dizzy. Nyx’s hands went to support my waist. Just as his fingers wrapped around my hips, the tether snapped taught. Yes, I understood what all this meant now.

A primal feeling rose from deep within me. My heartbeat faltering a bit as if its falling in sync with another. Mine. My mate. A mate. I have a mate.

“Mates…” I said breathlessly, my eyes growing slightly bigger. Failing to hide my unease, Nyx seems to be extremely observant. He steps out of my reach to give me space I assume. However, all that does is leave me unsupported, quickly, I feel like I might faint.

I feel Nyx’s hands circle my waist and guide me to kneel on the ground. Instinctively, my hands shoot out forward to ground myself. I hang my head low to alleviate the rushing sensation from crouching.

“Breathe with me, my little star,” he takes my hand and places it on his chest. Each breathe he takes expands his chest out a bit. He wants me to breathe with him, so I do.

Breathe. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out.

“I know… if I found out I was my mate, I would be on verge of fainting, too,” he wittingly states, trying to break the tense mood. A smirk beginning to form as he fights against a laugh. His tease, I couldn’t help but to bite.

“It’s good to know that you also find yourself absolutely unbearable,” I jabbed.

“Unbearably desirable. Absolutely,” he agreed with a feline grin plastered across his face.

I scoffed, rolling my eyes and pushed myself backwards so that I was kneeling, legs bent at the knee with my butt perched on the back of my calves. In a blink, Nyx was standing before me. From my spot on the ground, he appeared magnificently tall. Neck craning all the way back, I caught the heated look in his eyes as they darkened slightly while he looked down at me. My arm lifted like I was puppet. His hand was palm up. I placed my fingers on his while wrapping my thumb around the other side. Cauldron, his hands are huge. I’m only wrapping my hand around three fingers and it barely fits. Our eyes met. My chest started tingling, again.

Smiling, he pulled me to my feet. My wings settled, relaxed. He didn’t let go of my hand, but he dropped it in between us. As we stood, I noticed he how much he truly towered over me. Standing at five feet tall, I looked up to most people. But, he was at least a foot taller than me. Standing at around 6’4, the crown of my head barely reaches his shoulders. Everything about him was big. That tingling in my chest starting to spread, pooling in my core. Lord, I had never felt like this before. My breathe hastening. I gulped, eyes falling downwards. Ready to drown myself in embarrassment. I couldn’t control it. His delicious heady musk intensified, filling my nose. He smelled of night-blooming flowers, a spray of salt water, and caramelized fruits. I almost moaned.

“I usually get to know a girl before I see her on her hands and knees, little star,” Nyx suggestively raised an eyebrow at me.

“Don’t say things like that!” I screeched, burying my face behind my hands. Gods dammit, why does he have to say such things?  My blushed scorched me face. Did I hate it? Absolutely not. Something deep within me wanted to purr back.

“But, you like it,” Nyx teased eying the curves of my hips. He seemed to enjoy doing that. Teasing me.

Face still buried, I spread my fingers and peered out at him. Eye level with his chest, I could see the top of his toned stomach. The olive-skinned abs disappeared down his shirt. His nostrils flared as he took a deep breath, chest rising.

Get your shit together, Nova. I told myself.

“How do you know that I like it?” I peered up into his violet eyes getting lost in the specks of stardust. Those eyes are weapons.

“You blushed. I heard your heartbeat increase, and your… scent changed,” he took a short pause towards the end to find the right words. Scent changed.

“What do I smell like?” I curiously asked, brows furrowing.

He took another long whiff through his nose closing his eyes.

“Lavender and vanilla…,” his voice had turned huskier, “it got sweeter, so I only can assume it’s your…” he gulped, eyes dipping to stare at my lips, “your arousal.”

My fingers snapped back over my face.

“It’s perfectly natural. Nothing to be embarrassed about, my little star.” He said reassuringly, leaning up against the bookshelf.

I let out a half frustrated, half embarrassed sigh.

“Nobody’s ever… talked to me that way before,” I admitted. “And, nobody has ever made me feel this way before… physically I mean,” I finished.

“You’ve never been sexually aroused?” he couldn’t hide his surprise.

I shook my head.

“Nobody has ever caught my eye. I don’t really go out all that much,” I confessed as the tone of my voice shifted, laced with sadness, “and it’s not like many people expressed interest either,” my voiced softly murmured, but of course, he heard it.

“Why do you say that?” he closed the distance between us. Our feet practically touching. My neck tilted back to stare up at him. He looked down tentatively setting his hands on my figure, one on my hip and one cupped my face. His thumb stroked my cheek comfortingly.

“My wings,” I admitted, as they sagged behind me trying to take up less space.

“What about your wings, Nova?”

“People think they’re ugly.”

I could feel his chest suppress a growl. He seemed to be getting agitated. Protective almost.

“I think they’re beautiful.” He confessed.

“You’re just saying that.” I said getting annoyed.

He couldn’t actually believe that. Nobody has ever told me that my wings are beautiful. Well, except for Emerie and my mom. Most people call them ugly. With the white flesh, the deep blue and purple veins shown through the translucent skin.

My embarrassment crept up quickly. I went to turn around to continue shelving books as a distraction, but my head throbbed.

“They are beautiful, Nova. Nothing to be embarrassed about,” he comforted me like he had a direct line to my feelings. I calmed down enough that he tacked on, “I’d worship them, if you’d let me,” he purred, eyes glinting with his tease Worship my wings. My core melted. Utterly molten. I think I wanted that to happen.

“What do you mean?” my curiosity encouraged me to ask.

Nyx leaned down brushing his lips against my ear, “I’d start with a soft breath….,” he blew outwards, “just like that.”

He had pulled back in the blink of an eye, waiting for my reaction.

The small burst of warm breath tickled a sensitive spot at the base of my left wing shooting down to my toes. Reflexively, it spasmed a bit. I shivered and let out a soft breathe that was a cross between a sigh and moan. Gods, had that spot always been there?

“My little star liked that, didn’t she?” he rhetorically questioned. His perfect lips quirked upwards in a stunning, predatory grin.

That grin held me hostage. My minding going fuzzy from the pleasurable sensation and possessive pet name.

“Do you want to know what I would do to you next?” I barely register his words, stating at those lips. My nipples hardened beneath my shirt.

I nodded dazed, entranced by his lips.

“Do you really?”

I nodded again; this time my wings spread out as if they were reaching for him.

“Nova..,” at the mention of my name, my eyes drifted upwards to his, “do you want me to continue? Use your words, please. I need to hear it from you,” his hands cupped my face. I could feel that sinful breath caressing my face.

Mouth moving before my brain had caught, “I want to know. Please. What… what would you do next?”

“Adorable, I’ve barely done anything and you’re begging already… I’d start by kissing your perfect, rosy lips all the way down your neck and shoulder to those gorgeous wings.”

His hand tracing the path along your skin. Your breath caught. “I’d play with that little spot on your wings until you could barely stand,” leaning in his breath ghosted the spot once more sending pleasure radiating to my core. My knees almost gave out, but I remained upright. My panties began to feel like they are too tight.

“Until you were begging me for more. Until you’re sweetness is pooling inside your panties,” his voice growled, “Only then would I take my finger tips and drag them all over those perfect little wings if yours.” Seriously, just his words were making my core clench. Wetness began to leak from core, slick coating the inside of my panties.

His eyes darkened, nostrils flaring. He could smell it. He knew. And, he loved the effect his words had on my body.

“I’d tease you until you couldn’t stand anymore. You’d be quivering. Shivering with pleasure.”  He murmured against the corner of my mouth, hands connecting at the small on my back.

I could feel the smirk, feel the heat seeping off of him. His scent had intensified; that sweet and salty musk making me salivate. “I’d keep you right there. On the edge. And, if you were a good girl, then I’d let you cum….How does that sound, Nova?”

Lost in the fantasy, my eyes closed. I felt dizzy from arousal. Yes, yes! My mind was chanting.

Nyx chuckled.

At that, my eyes opened. The corners were soft, everything was a bit fuzzy.

Trying to piece together an actually response, my dark blue eyes widened with arousal looking doll-like.

“Yes, please.”

“So polite.” He drawled, but didn’t move to touch me. He looks at me expectantly.

“Words, Nova. What exactly do you want from me?”

“I… I want you to kiss me.”

“Where?”

Embarrassed, I broke eye contact, “please, don’t make me say it,” I begged him softly. This felt like torture, but I liked it.

“We’ll have to work on that…” he assessed me and his hand went behind me to clutch at my long pony tail.

Starting from the base, he wrapped my hair around his hand once. Twice, and tugged a bit. My neck craned up towards him, hair pulling deliciously at my scalp. With my lips parted, he asked, “May I kiss you, little star?”

I tried to nod, but could barely move from his grip on my hair. His eyes glinted as he felt me try to pull.

Words, yes, right. He wanted me to verbalize my wants.

“Yes.” It was breathier than I intended.

A hand lightly gripped my chip between his thumb and index finger while he leaned in.  His sweet breath became overwhelming, lips hovering over mine. Waiting. Teasing more like it. Just fucking kiss me.

His lips brushed mine, softly. Lower lip dragging slightly over his upper lip. Chest rumbling, something snapped. My chest tightened as our bond pulled taught Like, he couldn’t hold back any longer, his mouth devoured mine. My hands were frozen by my sides as his mouth moved over mine.

Oh my. His lips are heavenly. So soft. They are on mine. And, he smells so fucking good.

Lacking in experience, it took me a while process the situation before I realized that I should probably kiss him back. The entire time I was frozen, his hands had been running up and down my back; caressing me into the sensation of his lips on mine. That primal voice screaming devour him too! With newfound courage, I lifted my hands to thread through the nape of his neck. Gripping the hair and pulling slightly causing him to groan. He pressed me against him further as if we needed to become one entity altogether.

I gasped as I felt his warm tongue drag along the seam of my lips. My lips parted involuntarily, and Nyx slid his tongue into my mouth. I sighed into him, opening my mouth allowing him inside. Letting him explore me. His tongue danced with mine. Tasting each other. There was no doubt about who was in control in this situation; his tongue taking the lead. His grip tightening on my waist with one hand while the other comes up to cup the back of my head, tilting it just where he wants it as his thumb softly strokes my cheek. Our lips part with smacking noise. My head is spinning. All I can smell is him. All I can taste is him. Sweet. Immediately, he starts trailing kissing down my jaw, sucking lightly when I let out a gasping moan when he arrives at the spot below my ear.

“Hmmm…” I hum blissed out. My fists tightening in his hair to keep him there. I can feel him smile against me. He gives the spot a quick peck, and continues his descent. He pays close attention, sucking at the spots that elicit a gasp or a moan from me. The spot below my ear. The spot in the middle of the tendon along the side of my neck. The hollow of my throat. That one in particular makes me gulp for air as I press my legs together beneath my dress to alleviate the need to press myself against Nyx. Ever observant, Nyx notices.

“Uh, uh, uh…keep your legs spread,” his leg wedges between mine pressing up against my aching heat. I sigh in relief closing my eyes and my hands fall from his hair. His hand grips my jaw lightly, “Eyes open. If my little star is feeling that needy, then she needs to use her voice and ask for it,” he drawls out as his hands begin to trace lightly from my shoulders down to the tips of my fingers. Each time the ticklish trail moves closer and closer to the base of my wings. Each time, I have a harder time catching my breath. My eyes are locked with his, pleading. Begging him. On verge of becoming a begging, crying mess.

“If you think those pretty eyes are going to make me go easy on you, then you are mistaken,” a small whine escapes my throat at his words. At the sound, his eyes darken. A mischievous glint in his eyes sets the stardust in a spiral of chaos. Realizing that he’s not going to give in, I sigh in defeat.

“Please…” I begin quietly, eyes glancing downwards every so often. His gaze is so powerfully beautiful that it can be intimidating. But, I catch the nod he gives me to go on. Ugh, does he really have to make me say everything out loud? It makes me feel so dirty, but I kind of like it.

I open my mouth to continue, but smack it closed in embarrassment. A deep flush spreads across my cheeks.

Oh, please. Just do something or I’m going to go crazy.

Taking mercy on me, Nyx askes, “Do you want me to make you feel good?”

I lock eyes with his nodding. Yes. Yes. Yes!

“Do you want me to touch you, Nova?” Nyx asks in a rougher voice.

“Yes, please.”

“Good girl.”

Good girl. Oh gods. I grind down a bit on his leg wedged between mine. I want him to call me that all the time.

He grins as if he knows exactly what calling me his good girl does to my body.

“Where do you want me to touch you?” he continues his questions. As if he could sense my unease about voicing my wants, he adds, “I need to know exactly what you want so we can have boundaries, Nova. I want to make you feel good. I want to make you cum.” He growls the last sentence into the crook of my neck. His voice vibrating and sending a rush of heat down to my aching core. He pushes his leg up a bit to add more pressure to my core. I grip him tighter and sigh in response. My head growing light and vision fuzzy. I just want him to touch me. I can’t think anymore!

“M-my wings,” I stutter out. His eyes darken, hands coming up to trail towards the base of my wings.

“Are you absolutely sure, Little Star?”

“Yes. Nyx, please,” I confirm in a whine. That primal voice within me screaming…touch me touch me touch me!

At the first touch of his finger on the base of my wing, I gasp loudly and shutter. It feels like the perfect balance of way too sensitive to way too ticklish. It’s a lovely torture that ignites the ache that has been building within my core. Pressing a bit more firmly he begins to make small, tight circles against the tendons and knots with his thumbs, I moan and press my lips up to meet his in a sloppy kiss. It feels like heaven. Moving a bit faster, the sensation feels akin to rubbing small, tight circle somewhere else. You know where I mean.

I gasp as he picks up speed. Nyx focuses his attention on littering my neck with kisses as his fingers work their magic. I settle into the sensations, sinking into the feeling of his fingers and hands as the fire within my core builds. Bearing down even more on his leg, I can’t help myself, but start to slowly grind my core against his leathers. The movement creates a delicious friction.

“Yes, little star, take your pleasure,” Nyx praises me with his lips parted. With each rock of my hips, my pubic bone sensually massages his growing bulge. His lips slightly part, eyelids drooping. I ride his thigh with vigor as he massages the base of my wings, but I need more. The strain on my body from exerting myself making me feel weak and frustrated.

“More, please,” I plead, eyes beginning to tear. Becoming desperate, I grab one of his hands and guide it to my breast. He takes the message. Through the fabric of my shirt, his thumb swipes over the pebbled bud. A shutter racks through my core as the heat intensifies. My hips still weakly rocking against him.

“Ohhh…yes!” I moan out as he takes both nipples between his fingers through the fabric and rolls them. My chest tightens at that movement, pressing my core fervently against his thigh. Arms grasping to fist at the fabric of his shirt. My thighs clamping down on his leg, the heat becomes all too much.

“Let go, little star,” Nyx purrs against my ear, fingers moving to assault a different spot at the junction of my wing and shoulder. White hot pleasure sears from my wings to my core pushing me towards the edge. Higher and higher. Lighter and lighter. I never wanted it to stop. Suspended in his night sky, only his violet eyes grounding me as if I am in a trance.

“You’ve been such a good girl, Nova,” Nyx whispers, then kissed my forehead. Out of breath, we both know how close I am.

Right on the edge. Just a little bit more. More. Please. Mate.

“Cum for me, mate,” Nyx growls into my ear. I shudder, eyes rolling back into the head as I succumb to the white-hot pleasure that radiates from deep within my core. The sensation grows, consuming my leg and lower torso. Moving up to my wings which begin to twitch. My core clenches down as my legs flex, milking the pleasure. Nyx hands wrap around me, securing myself to him. My core begins to flutter in pulse-like clenches… wanting something to fill it up. Slowly, my breath regulates itself. I lift my head, still feeling light and dizzy, to find Nyx grinning like the Cheshire cat down at me. With a kiss to crown of my head, he hugs me closer.

What about him? What about his pleasure? I want to make him feel good, too.

I begin to snake my hand in between our bodies towards his bulge. With preternatural reflexes, he stops my hand. Bringing it up to kiss, he mumbles against my fingers, “I didn’t expect to come here and have you like this. I want you to know that. This was about you. Only you. My mate. We can focus on me later.”

“Next time…” I concede laying to rest my head against his chest. Completely satiated and extremely tired, my eyes begin to close. He’s been supporting most of my weight while we stood for this whole time.

“lay down…” I request quietly into his chest.

“Your’s or mine?” Nyx slyly asks obviously not as tired as I am.

“Wanna sleep, don’t care,” I mumble, feeling protected and safe within his arms.

“Okay, you expended too much of your energy, poor little thing. Don’t you worry, I’ll take care of you,” Nyx whispers all this with his head in the crook of my neck. He raises to his full height taking me with him. Cradled in his arms, my neck is buried into his chest. I hear his heartbeat. Because I know the route so well, I feel us walk back through my shop towards the front door. Nyx grabs the keys from the front counter, then goes to exit and lock the front door.

“Hold on tight, little star. We’ll go to mine,” he pulls me in tighter, bends down, then launches into the morning sky. Wings flapping behind us. I peered up at Nyx. Beautiful, eyes speckled with stardust. I basked in his gaze feeling completely and comfortably seen. In the morning sky, his eyes looked ethereal; unforgettable.

If you would have told me that today I would meet my mate, I would have laughed in your face. Yet, here I am… cocooned within his strong embrace, still on cloud nine from the best orgasm of my life and feeling safe and secure in our new bond. A bond that I want to pursue. Desperately want to continue to pursue.

Flying in his arms, I have never felt so free. So light. So me.

“Sleep,” Nyx coaxed me with lingering kiss to my temple, then pulled back to gaze down at me. Those starry eyes twinkled, embracing me in their darkness as my own shut with exhaustion. Dreaming about waking up to the eyes in my dreams.

If I was his little star, then he was my night sky.

 (Thank you for reading this far!! Sending you my love!!)

part 2: when two stars collide**

[mjolnir-steve]

Foolish

Frank Adler x fem!Reader

Word count: 5027 (oop)

Warnings: light drinking, very brief mention of suicide, some cursing, smut (18+ ONLY!!!), unprotected sex (m/f) ... Please let me know if I missed anything!

A/N: Hi, y’all! Here’s my entry for @stargazingfangirl18 and @navybrat817’s Shameless Hoes for Chris Challenge!!!! I haven’t written smut in a LONG time, so please be gentle with me LOL. Here’s what I got:

Frank Adler

“I didn’t like the way he was looking at you.”

Breeding / mutual pining 🥴

I’d like to dedicate this to @rodrikstark for always sharing the Frank Adler feels and @sparkledfirecracker for bullying me (with love) into finishing this. ❤️

If you like this fic, please comment and reblog!!! I hope you enjoy. :)

Fridays never seemed to come soon enough. You looked forward to the beginning of the weekend as much as the next person, but over the last few months, Friday nights took on new meaning for you. You moved to the trailer park a little less than a year ago, wanting to buy a small place of your own and start making a home for yourself. It wasn’t perfect, but it wasn’t expensive, and it was only a ten-minute drive from your office where you’d just secured a promotion. Roberta, the manager, helped you make it feel like home right away, insisting on going with you to pick out paint samples and providing copies of menus for the best take-out in the area.

Before long, Roberta introduced you to the trailer park’s resident certified genius, Mary Adler. Mary and Roberta spent Saturday mornings with you when you were free, which unfortunately, was pretty much all the time. You played games, sang karaoke, and even let Mary’s one-eyed cat Fred come over. He took a liking to your swinging chair in the living room, and if Mary couldn’t find him at home, odds were he somehow squeezed through your window and ended up in that chair. 

Another two months had passed, though, before you met Mary’s uncle and guardian, Frank. You came to learn that Mary stayed with Roberta every Friday night because “Frank needs time to be an adult” and she was not allowed to come back to the house until noon on Saturdays. This information made you feel like Frank must be some kind of sad, perpetual fuckboy. You were right about the sad part, not so much about the latter. One morning while Mary played with your watercolors, Roberta let slip - ironically over a cup of tea - that Frank did have the occasional hookup, but usually, he drank himself sleepy on Friday nights and just needed the time to himself. He worked himself to the bone as a boat mechanic, often late into the night because it was too hot to do some jobs during the day. Frank took Mary in when she was just a baby after his sister, her mother, tragically committed suicide. He spent the majority of his scarce free time with Mary, so when Mary was still a toddler, Roberta offered the Friday night deal. Frank countered that he would do any repairs in the trailer park for free, but she refused to let him do that work without pay, saying he deserved to have a life, too. 

She also informed you that Frank was a former philosophy professor, single, and very attractive, especially if you were into the rugged thing. You rolled your eyes with an amused exhale and took another sip of your tea. You’d be lying if you said your interest wasn’t piqued. Mary then shouted over her shoulder, confirming that she’d been listening to your entire conversation, “Frank is great, but he’s a grump. Good luck cracking that egg.” You snorted, nearly spitting out your tea, and she went back to reading your color theory book to Fred.

With that, you heard a sharp rap at the door. You set your tea down on the kitchen table, curious who your visitor might be. You didn’t know anyone else in the trailer park, or in town, really. You opened the door, taking in the sight of possibly - no, definitely - the most handsome man you’d ever seen. You quickly guessed it was Frank, judging by the grease smeared on his quite large hands. His eyes, though tired, had the same bright look as Mary’s, and he had the most perfectly imperfect fluffy hair and overgrown stubble.

“Good morning,” he said with a sweet, closed-mouthed smile. “Is Mary here?”

You had to remind yourself to breathe. Stammering, you opened the door wider, gesturing inside. “Hi, y-yes. She is!” Why am I like this? “She’s just painting with Fred. Please, come in.” You moved aside so he could fit his broad shoulders through the doorframe and then held out your hand. “You must be Frank. I’m Y/N. Mary is just wonderful.” You smiled at him, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks.

He took your hand in both of his, gentler than you’d expected. “I’m sorry. Yes, I’m Frank. It’s great to meet you, finally.” He smiled wide for the first time and you were certain you’d pass out. Who LOOKS like this? “And thank you, she really is wonderful. I couldn’t do it without Roberta. She’s family.” He smiled and waved at Roberta, who was looking at you over the lip of her mug.

Mary didn’t even bother to turn around and face Frank. “What are you doing here, Frank? It’s only 11. I have a whole ‘nother hour with my friends.” You tried to keep your laugh quiet, covering your mouth with your hand and shaking your head.

“Well, excuse me for thinking you might like to go out on the boat with me this morning. I guess I’ll go by myself.”

Mary jumped up from the floor, scrambling to clean up your paints and books. “Can Y/N and Roberta come?”

Frank crouched down to meet Mary’s eyes. “Of course they can, if they’d like.” He looked back at you over his shoulder, trying to gauge your interest, then turning back to his niece. “But do you remember what I told you?”

You could see that Mary was making a conscious effort not to roll her eyes. “You told me that my adult friends have adult lives that include adult responsibilities, and they might not always be available to spend time with me.”

“And?” he looked at her expectantly.

“And I need to invite them to do things without assuming they will do them.” She couldn’t hold back her eye roll any longer, but she made sure not to let Frank see. “Roberta, Y/N, would you both like to join us on the boat today?”

You were amazed by the exchange taking place in front of you, able to see where some of Mary’s brains and tenacity came from. The conversation between the two flowed so easily, playful yet intelligent. It was clear that Frank treated Mary not as a child, but as a person, and you chided yourself internally for thinking that was kinda hot. 

Shaking yourself out of your mildly inappropriate thoughts, you responded. “I’d love to come, Mary.” You smiled at her, bending over to help her pick up the last of the paints from the floor. “Roberta?”

Roberta gave you a look and you just knew she planned this somehow. “I actually do have some of those adult responsibilities to handle today, but thank you for inviting me.” You sent a glare in her direction, quick but no less scathing. “Maybe next time.” She winked at you before washing out her mug and saying her goodbyes.

You spent the whole rest of the day and night with Frank and Mary, doing everything from building sandcastles to cooking dinner together. Mary eventually fell asleep in your lap as you were watching Oliver & Company, Frank’s favorite Disney film that had become Mary’s, too. “An underrated classic,” they told you in unison.

You helped Frank put Mary to bed, a task made easier after such a tiring day. “I guess I should get going.” You stood awkwardly in the small kitchen, unsure of yourself and painfully aware of how close your hand was to Frank’s resting on the counter.

“Yeah, I have a job early in the morning.” He looked down at his shoes, unable to look you in the eye, and you wondered if he hadn’t found your company as enjoyable as you’d found his.

“Listen, I don’t know if you’ve been to Ferg’s? The little bar down the road? I go every Friday night just to relax and have a few beers. Maybe you’d like to come with me next weekend?”

Is he asking me on a date? You could feel your heartbeat racing. The look on your face must not have matched the excitement you felt at the prospect of spending time alone with the dreamy, kind, sarcastic man in front of you. 

He felt like an idiot when you hesitated to answer. He clearly read everything wrong. He had to fix this. “It’s a good place to meet people, you know? I know you’re fairly new to the area, so if you’re looking for more local friends, it’s a good place to start.” He winced, hoping you couldn’t sense his embarrassment at thinking that you would want to go on a date with him.

You swallowed, trying not to let your disappointment show outwardly. Of course he’s not interested in me. Stupid. “Oh, yeah! That would be great, Frank. What time?”

Frank let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding, relieved that you didn’t seem offended by his offer. “How’s 7? I’ll pick you up? We can walk over together.”

And that’s how Fridays came to mean so much to you. Almost every Friday for the last six months, Frank met you at your door and you walked to Ferg’s together. Frank told you it would be a good place to make new friends, but you paid no mind to the other patrons. You only had eyes for each other, yet neither of you could see it, even though Roberta pointed out (repeatedly) that neither of you had taken anyone else home in all that time.

The more time you spent with Frank, the more certain you were that God was real and your life was His favorite trainwreck reality TV series. Even if you could have customized a dream man Build-A-Bear style, Frank still would blow your creation out of the water. He was smart and funny, not to mention an adoring parent to Mary, to whom you grew more attached each day. He was kind and thoughtful, talented and hard-working. Although he was a grouch, as Mary would say, he always was sweet to you. He took a genuine interest in anything you had to say, whether you were venting about work or filling him on the latest episode of whatever show you were binging. He was ridiculously sexy without even trying. All those hours he spent doing manual labor in the sun did wonders for his physique. You’d only seen him completely shirtless on one occasion, and the image of him with sweat dripping down his chest was burned into your memory, fueling your late-night thots and causing you to break out your vibrator on what was now a regular basis.

Six months had come and gone in the blink of an eye, and you’d begun to accept that Frank didn’t want to be anything more than friends with you. You decided tonight was as good a night as any to talk to someone new, to start letting go of your unrequited feelings. 

You swapped out your usual jeans for a sundress, t-shirt bra for a push-up, and lip balm for lipstick. Putting your phone and some cash in a wristlet, you considered wearing your new strappy sandals. The walk to Ferg’s was about five minutes each way down a sandy road, though, and memories of the sticky floor inside aided your preferred pair of Converse in their victory for the night. 

Just as you finished tying your shoes, you heard a knock at the door. You adjusted your cleavage and fluffed your hair a final time with one last look in the mirror. Here goes.

Frank felt like he had the wind knocked out of him in the best possible way. He suddenly felt entirely underdressed in his aloha shirt, even though it was his go-to for nights out of the house. He’d never seen you dressed so nicely when you weren’t going to work. 

You were the kind of beautiful that didn’t require makeup. Your natural hair always framed your face perfectly, even if you didn’t think so. He thought you were adorable when you were concentrating on something, blowing your hair out of your face with a huff. Visions of your soft curves made their way into Frank’s dreams on more than one occasion. He had seen you in your swimsuit several times, sunbathing with Roberta and swimming with Mary at the beach. It wasn’t even all that revealing, but it accentuated your figure in ways that forced Frank into needing a cold shower or two. Above all, though, he admired your heart. You’d allowed Mary into your life without hesitation, spending time with her because you wanted to and allowing her to ask all those questions that Frank just wouldn’t be able to answer. It killed him that you didn’t see him the way he saw you, a perfect partner for him and a worthy maternal figure for Mary.

“Frank? You okay?” Your concerned voice shook him out of his thoughts, prompting him to close his mouth which apparently had opened wide in astonishment when you stood in the doorway.

“Yeah, um... You look…” He looked a little confused, his brow furrowed and lips pursed. “Why are you all dolled up? It’s only Ferg’s.” He wished he could’ve kicked himself in the teeth when your face fell at his question. He rubbed a hand over his face. “Shit. Let me try that again,” he nearly begged, running up to you to stop you from going back inside. “You look really nice, honey.” He ran his calloused hand up your forearm, but quickly returned it to his side when he realized what he’d done. “Is it a special occasion, though? Should I change?”

You gave him a watery smile, given that you were three seconds from slamming the door in his face and crying. “That’s better. Thank you.” You lightly pushed at his shoulder, trying and failing to ignore the electricity you felt at the contact. “No occasion, though. Just thought maybe it was about time I actually introduced myself to someone new.” 

You couldn’t quite read his reaction. Little did you know he was certain he just felt his heart physically crack in his chest. “What do you mean?”

The two of you started walking, the tension between you thickening the very air you breathed. “Well, when you first invited me to Ferg’s, you said maybe I’d get to know some other people in the area, right? But we’re always with each other. I’m sure you’re itching to talk to someone other than me. I don’t want to hold you back.”

“Ah. Gotcha.” Frank abruptly reverted to the quiet, distant state he usually occupied before he met you. He sped up a bit, walking ahead of you and desperately attempting to school his features before you caught up with him.

Frank practically ran to the restroom, not slowing down even to hold the door open for you. You took a deep breath and rolled your shoulders, relaxing before entering the bar. Normally, whoever made it first would order drinks for you both, but Frank made it painfully clear that he had no desire to be in your company tonight. You ordered your usual, an Angry Orchard with a shot of Fireball in a tall glass. The combination tasted like apple cider, but the burn in your throat was caused by liquor rather than heat. It was strong enough to get you buzzed, but not so strong that you’d be stumbling home. You swallowed half the glass in one gulp, wanting to feel the warmth in your veins boosting your confidence as quickly as possible.

“Y/N? How are you?” You turned around, eyes meeting those of Jamie, your coworker. He leaned in for a hug and you accepted somewhat reluctantly, having interacted with him only in passing.

“Hey! I’m all right. What’s up?” You smiled at him, taking another sip of your drink. Jamie was not very subtly staring at your chest. You weren’t crazy about him, but the attention felt nice, so you allowed it.

“Not much. Just happy it’s Friday, ya know?” He looked around for a moment before returning his attention to you. “You’re usually here with that mechanic dude, right?”

You stifled a laugh thinking about how Frank would react if he heard himself referred to as “dude” by this prick. “Yeah, he’s around somewhere. We’re just-“

“-Just friends?” he finished for you with a hopeful look.

You nodded in response, looking him up and down. He was no Frank, but you couldn’t deny he was handsome. It had been so long since you’d even been kissed, and though you hated to admit it, you were touch-starved. One night couldn’t hurt, could it?

Meanwhile, Frank was splashing his face with cool water. He couldn’t believe he’d fucked up so royally. He was sure you didn’t want him how he wanted you, and now he was sure it was too late to tell you how he really felt.

He knew from the moment he saw you that he’d never get you out of his head. Roberta had been talking you up to Frank for weeks, but he wanted no part of it, mumbling something about there being “a reason why no one used matchmakers anymore.” He had no choice but to make your acquaintance when he was looking for Mary, and he’d never been so happy that Roberta could say she told him so.

Later that day at the beach, Mary approached him while you were dozing on a towel in the sand. She sat on his lap and reached for his face, using her pointer fingers to turn the straight line of his mouth up into a smile. “Roberta says you have a ‘charming’ smile, Frank. We think you should use it more.” He chuckled quietly, careful not to disturb you, and pulled Mary in close, planting a wet kiss on her cheek. She grimaced at the feeling, dramatically wiping at her face until he let her go back to reading with Fred.

The sound of the jukebox starting up cut short his reverie. He had to get out there and explain himself. Frank dried his face and hands with a paper towel before smacking his cheeks and stretching his neck back and forth to each shoulder. 

Frank exited the restroom only to find some douchebag staring at your ass as you leaned over toward the bar. He saw red when the piece of shit held out his hand behind his back while his friend slipped a twenty-dollar bill into it, seemingly winning some sort of bet.

Jamie didn’t stand a chance when Frank stormed in between the two of you. “That’s IT,” he yelled, so intense he borderline bellowed. He threw whatever cash he had in his pocket on the bar to pay for your drinks before he pulled you outside, almost getting to your door while you fought against his grip. He only stopped when you spun your body around like something out of Dancing with the Stars and jumped in front of him, forcing him to catch you.

“Jesus Christ, Y/N, what are y-”

“-What are YOU doing, Frank? What the fuck was that?” You put your feet back down on the ground but remained facing him, arms crossed over your chest.

He groaned in frustration, suddenly realizing he actually had no clue how to respond. “Fuck.”

You looked at him, tapping your foot in anticipation.

“I didn’t like the way he was looking at you.” He rubbed at his temples in the way he did when he felt a headache coming on.

“And how was he looking at me, Frank? What does it matter to you?”

“He was looking at you like you were a piece of meat and I… FUCK!”

You both turned when your neighbor opened his window. “Can you kids keep it down out here?”

You waved bashfully at the old man. “Sorry, Mr. Parker,” you said in unison.

“Come inside, Frankie.” The nickname that typically made him roll his eyes at you never had sounded sweeter, now that its use confirmed you didn’t hate him for the scene he made. You both toed off your shoes at the door before you made your way into the living room, motioning for him to sit next to you on the couch when he tried to sit in the armchair across the room.

You leaned forward, pinching his chin between your thumb and forefinger. “Now what’s going on in that sun-damaged brain of yours?”

He let out a laugh so soft you almost missed it, but you were glad you didn’t. Sitting back against the arm of the couch, you pulled a pillow into your lap and hugged it, giving Frank your full attention.

Frank cleared his throat, doing his best to accept that it was now or never. “That guy was leering at you, and it pissed me off. You deserve better, Y/N.” He pried your fingers from where they were locked around the pillow to hold your hands in his.

“If you want to meet new people, that’s great. If you don’t want to be with me, that’s a little less great, but I’d understand. He didn’t even pay for your drinks. And I th-”

You covered his mouth with one of your hands, and he knitted his brows in confusion. “You’re making it sound like it’s an option to be with you.” You were in disbelief, side-eyeing him, waiting for Ashton Kutcher to announce that you were, in fact, being Punk’d. 

The corners of his mouth lifted into the soft smile he reserved for you. It was the same one he gave you whether you were on a tangent about how “Obsessed” by Mariah Carey is “the single greatest diss track of all time” or you were helping Mary put a harness and leash on Fred “just to see how he’d do” on a walk.

“For a distinguished professor, you’re kind of a dummy, Frank.” You took his face in your hands, thrilled to be feeling his stubble against your palms. Before he could talk back to you, you kissed him, unsure how you denied yourselves such a simple yet extraordinary pleasure for so long. It only took a moment for him to relax into it, his hands removing the pillow between you before finding your waist and pulling you almost into his lap.

You deepened the kiss, threading your fingers through his hair. He pulled away first, pressing his forehead to yours. “Seems like we’re both dummies, huh?” 

You were going to ask why pulled away until you looked down to see a considerable tent forming in the front of his jeans. You laughed as he pulled you into a tight hug, one arm wrapped around you while the other hand held your face against his neck.

You kissed the side of his neck softly before leaning back to look at him. “All this time? I thought you didn’t see me this way.” You held his face, stroking his cheeks with your thumbs. “You asked me to go to Ferg’s and then said I could meet other people, so I thought that was it, you know?”

He covered your hands with his and pecked your lips softly. “Honey, I thought it was the other way around. I was trying to ask you out and you looked like you’d seen a ghost.” You giggled, spluttering a bit because tears had started falling at some point. He wiped your tears away before swiping his thumb over your bottom lip, pulling it down a bit. “We’re fools, aren’t we?”

You nodded slowly and Frank saw something wicked flash in your eyes before you took his thumb in your mouth, sucking lightly. “Jesus, honey.” His length hardened underneath you and you could feel the wetness beginning to pool in your panties, prompting you to grind down into his lap.

You released his thumb from your mouth, pressing your chest into his before kissing him again. “I think we’re only fools if we don’t take advantage of the rest of your adult time.” You removed your dress easily, returning your hands to Frank’s shoulders to push off his shirt.

He surged forward to kiss you again, working magic with his tongue against yours. You wrapped your legs around his waist and he picked you up, walking you into the bedroom. Placing you on the bed carefully, he removed your bra and panties before pulling off his boxers and jeans in one go. You thought you wanted him before, but now that you could see everything he’d been hiding under his baggy clothes, you didn’t see how you could ever let him leave your bedroom.

The next few minutes were spent exploring each other’s mouths while Frank stretched you with his fingers. You didn’t think you’d ever been so wet in your life and thought you might pass out if you didn’t feel him inside you immediately. You gave his cock a few strokes before sliding his head through your folds, coating him in your slick.

“Waitwaitwait, honey. Do you have a condom?”

“You don’t need one if you don’t want one. It’s okay.”

He looked like you just gave him tomorrow’s winning lotto numbers, taking a deep breath to steady himself before he looked at you again. “Oh, God. Are you sure?”

“Mhm. I wanna feel you. Make me yours?”

“Anything you want, honey, but if you change your mind, just tell me, okay?” He lined himself up, seconds shy of entering you for the first time.

“I figured if you were gonna be possessive of me tonight, you might as well take it the whole nine, Frankie.” You laughed as he let out an exasperated sigh. “Seriously, though, I’m clean, I’m on the pill, and I’ve wanted you for a long time.” You reached up to scratch lightly through his chest hair.

“The only thing I wanna hear right now is you moaning for me.” He drove into you harshly, but waited a moment for you to adjust once he was seated to the hilt. “So damn wet and tight for me, honey. You’re so perfect, so beautiful.” He kissed you again before he began to move, slowly but surely making you lose your mind.

He dipped his head down to take one nipple in his mouth, then the other, effectively shutting you up and emptying all thoughts from your head. He nipped at the swell of your breast, soothing the bite with his tongue. “Fuck, Frank, please!”

“Please what, honey?” He picked up his pace, fucking into you so vigorously you moved up the bed. “Tell me what you need.”

“Make me cum, Frank. Please, baby, I need it. Need you,” you cried, leaning up to bite into his shoulder, stifling your moans.

“I wanna hear you, Y/N. I wanna hear those pretty moans while I’m making this perfect pussy cum for me.” The combination of his filthy words and the sight of him sucking on his own fingers before rubbing at your clit sent you over the edge, making you scream his name over and over again for what felt like forever and not long enough.

You could tell he was close, his hips stuttering and losing their rhythm. He began to pull out, unsure if you were willing to let him finish inside you, but knowing he was too close to wait for an answer.

You hooked your legs around his waist and pulled him close, pushing him back into you. “Fill me up, Frank. I wanna feel all of you. Please give it to me,” you whimpered. His release triggered another for you, chanting each other’s names surely loud enough for the neighbors to hear. 

He stayed inside you as you both came down from your shared high, gingerly flipping you over so he laid on his back with you on his chest. He kissed the top of your head, fingers fluttering up and down your sides. 

“What’s on your mind now, Frankie?” You looked up at him through your lashes, mildly terrified of the answer.

He looked down at you with the most adoration you’d ever seen, lifting your chin so your eyes met his in the moonlight. “That wasn’t too soon, was it? You mean so much to me and to Mary. I don’t wanna mess this up. I don’t ever wanna hurt you. You’re the best thing in my life besides Mary, you know that?”

You kissed his chest before looking back up at him, smiling. “First of all, I would argue that wasn’t soon enough.” He hissed as you clenched around his still softening cock inside you.

“You’re evil.”

Winking at him, you continued tracing patterns on his chest with your fingers. “Second, that all kinda sounds like you might be in love with me, Frank Adler.”

His hands stopped moving for a second before he responded. “Would you run away if I said I am?”

“Well, I wouldn’t run away. This is my house.” You thought your heart might explode in your chest.

“I didn’t even say it, but I take it back,” he huffed, throwing his arm over his eyes.

“What if I told you I felt the same way?”

He grinned, sitting up to kiss you feverishly on your cheeks, the tip of your nose, and finally your lips. You could feel him starting to harden again inside you, leading to round two of… well, you lost count.

You ate breakfast and showered together in time for Frank to return home before Mary did, agreeing to talk more later and to hold out on Roberta for a while.

Frank stood on your doorstep, leaning in to kiss you once more. All of a sudden, you heard a familiar meow and thanked God you were dressed and not in your robe.

“Frank, what are you doing here? I thought I’d come see Y/N since I’m not supposed to come home until noon.”

You bit your tongue to keep from cackling. Frank ran a hand over his face, his blissful bubble burst. He was getting you a hotel room next weekend.

[savorysatori]

— 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐄, 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘. ✗

“choke me, spank me, look at me, thank me.”

— sypnosis: working as a maid in a new house is very exciting, you get the money and everything goes well. although, once you’re introduced to the son of the parents, everything goes down hill.

cw, warning: size kink (?), creep!ushi, pictures without consent, nipple play, gn!reader, non-con, somnophilia, sloppy sex, dry humping, praise, panty stealer ushi.

% wc: 2234.

↷ a/n: y’all have no idea how long this was sitting in my drafts, for fucking 5 weeks plsssss- anyways I hope you all enjoy! this was rlly fun to do. also! shoutout to daisy, this collab was really cool! congratulations on 1K bb. <//3

— @daisy-bakugo, PORNSCAPE EVENT! ilyy.

You were everything he wanted, everything he fantasized about.

[1,000.]

That’s how much they were paying.

It was enough to have you accept the job immediately. It was enough to have you choose between two of the slightly revealing maid dresses and enough for you to be standing in front of the wakatoshi mansion. Briefcase in hand with a bucket of supplies you were instructed to bring. Everything was just right, you were prepared to clean, everything would go well.

The frilly material of the skirt swayed around your thighs and glided against the softness of your thigh-highs. Glistening jewels of your gold bracelets glimmering in the hot sun shining down on your skin. The thin line of thread held up the damp clothes, shredding any of the excess water soaked into them. All of the Wakatoshi’s clothing were fancy. Gold lining stitched in the middle or at the end of the cloth, it was clear they were wealthy. But, it somehow amazed you when your eyes glided to the very end of the line — some shirts & shorts were childlike. Pictures of guns and cars were painted onto a black shirt, it looked like something a 5th grader would do. ‘Maybe they had a child?’ You didn’t know, you only met the parents. Folding up the dry ones, you’d stuff them into the cart and push them towards the other line of clothes swishing in the breezy wind.

You finished doing the daily chores, slipping into their kitchen that was designed well with a beautiful interior. Cold marble was felt up against your skin as you tipped the bottle of wine into your glass, clacking against it. Your glossy lips propped up against the cup and took small sips of the fruity flavor. It slid down your throat and surged a zing of bitterness back up to take in the taste, so sweet and yet so unpleasant at the same time. You’d lick the juice off your lips and place it down steadily on the counter, looking up to see a heady gaze sharped on you.

6’2 and steady build towering over you with dark olive hair — was the wakatoshi’s son. Ushijima Wakatoshi.

Your body stayed still, unmoving. He wasn’t anywhere near a 3rd grader - more like a full grown adult. Tongue peeking out from your teeth to lick the dryness seeping between the cracks, your eyelids hooded.

“Uh- Hello! You must the wakatoshi’s son, I’m the new maid.” Extending your hand out to meet his; his hand stayed at his side, not seeming to shift to engulf yours. You’d drop it back beside you and nipped at your lip when the silence between you both continued.

“Well, I’ll see you around. Nice to meet you.. Ushijima! Your parents told me about you.”

You’d excuse yourself away from his intimidating gaze and close the door behind you. Maybe it’s a good idea to introduce myself another time.

The same look from before followed you out of the kitchen, watching you as you’d take up the laundry basket. His eyes kept gawking at your every move. Staring with every bit of emotion nobody could decipher, Toshi wasn’t a very talkative man and it was visible. He situated himself in the shadows and looked from above, staying out of any scandals his parents were exposed to. He did keep his eye on you. Stepping out of his secure area and making every note to try and approach you without seeming like a creep. His creep intentions did creep up back into his system when you started staying at his house, sleeping in a guest room 8 feet away from his room. It was easy; so easy to sneak into it when the moon raised in the dead of night.

Soft thuds of his feet against the carpet thankfully didn’t alert anyone, giving him the time to steal peeps at your sleeping state. Comforter pulled up. Oversized shirt to cover up the intimate parts of your body he dearly wanted to explore. Soft breaths left your pink lips to breathe it in again, his cock stirring at the sound of it. Toshi knew what was right from wrong, he knew that doing something like this would cost his life — but, dear god you were everything he dreamed of. He couldn’t stop now.

His calloused hands raised the shirt for him to be able to see your tummy, sliding his fingers down to the waistband of your panties. They were so simple and adorned your skin beautifully, keeping the heat between your legs warm just for him. His free hand unzipped his jeans and let them pool at his ankles, such as his boxers. You stirred slightly at the foreign touch, brows creasing forward. He stilled until you relaxed back into slumber, his fingers separated your thighs, and slowly slid the oozing head of his cock between them.

“Ah, princess, f-fuuck.” breath ragged, eyes shut closed to take in the bliss. Contentment streamed through him, his hips rocking against you to feel more, more of you. He was greedy. Toshi was insatiable, he wanted everything of you. He didn’t just want — he needed you. It was a plea. A whine for you, a need. The selfishness ran through his family, that’s how he inherited it. From his family. Was he ashamed? No. Not when you felt so good right now, not when he was about to reach the orgasm he was climbing to.

Sweat fanned down his toned chest, abs glistening with droplets of precipitation. His hips rocked forward one last time, cum spurting from his head and between the soft flesh of your thighs. It was sticky and slimy, rolling down to cover every little spot.

The sight of you sleeping soundly while his cum leaked from between your thighs, made the flaccid touch of his cock stir. You were just so pretty, a pretty little something he wanted to scoop up for himself. And he would do it with no trouble whatsoever. His hand slid down to grab his phone from the floor, lying face down. Toshi aimed right in the frame, snapping a picture for later. He stuffed it into the back pocket of his jeans and scurried away from your room, not bothering to clean up the mess of his dry cum smeared on you.

Pressing the ‘start’ button you watched the clothes in the machine swirl with bubbles of soap clouding over them. One hand on the machine and knocking it occasionally to make it turn on again. “Barely working.” You’d mutter.

Despite the Wakatoshi’s being filthy rich, their laundry room wasn’t at all cooperative. There were brown pieces of wood peeling off the wall with stains of what seemed to look like dry substance splattered on it. A bunch of plastic bags and socks were pushed to the corner of the room, dirty ones to be exact. Not much laid in the room other than the things you had listed — except for the posters of lewd manga hanging from the cluttered shelves.

The cool air of the basement door opening brushed up against you, your eyes drifting to see who it was. Standing there was Toshi. He was still wearing the same clothes from yesterday. His expression was the same as always, stern and uninterested. You were both met with the silence from yesterday, uneasiness creeping up back to you.

Bothering not to talk, you turned back to the machine to see it at twenty-one minutes. It was almost done and you could leave to wrench away from the awkward silence you were sitting in. You could still feel his presence, you knew he was there and it was uncomfortable. So many questions were left unanswered in your head, you couldn’t understand them.

The back of your skirt was flipped up to meet your back, his clothed length pressed against you. He was hard. There was no doubt he wasn’t big, and that was what made your eye sockets almost swell out. He slowly rocked the fabric of your panties along with his bulge. Fingernails digging into your hip and pushing you up more to gain more access and spread your legs.

“Ushijima-“ words of confusion scrabbled out from your mouth quickly, “w-what are you doing?”

“Shh.” He jabbed the curve of your back and made you lay pressed against the cold exterior of the rattling washing machine. His words flustered you, it provoked you to stay quiet. You had never heard his voice before and a situation like this only shook your brain into a deeper hole of complication. “J-Just — let me do this, let me try it out. Once.”

And you did. You let him try it just once, you let him delude into the fantasy he had been dreaming of. You let him do it. Once.

You calmed down from the aftershock of his tongue sending you to see stars, arms jerking when the feeling of his hot touch pressing your face against the door of the machine. Your fingers tightening around the handle and pulling on it slightly, cheeks swelling up with heat. The sounds of your whimpers and tiny jolts sent him to push along more, arm encircling around your stomach, his voice breathy against the shell of your ear. You were like a succubus, a being he couldn’t leave nor escape, so alluring, sweet and he had just met you not too long ago.

The smack of his cock meeting his stomach caused you to crank your head back, looking over to see a beautiful sight. Ushijima’s cock was thick, curving gently upwards. The skin was a light shade of cream, and the head was large, pink, expanding tip. “Ushi-“ your voice was wavery, unsure paring with it.

He’d shush you again, angling your leg up as his lips pressed a kiss to your glistening cunt. Toshi took notice of your expressions when he slid into the warmth delves; brows creased together and little words scampering out from your lips. Latching onto the handle and pulling it ever so often when he hit a certain spot, whenever the tip of his cock caressed against your cervix- it was so beautiful seeing you be reduced to a quivering, blubbering mess. A surreal sight he would only see.

“You’re so damn tight. So wet, so willing.. just like that baby.” The pump of his hips made you lose yourself over and over again, a mixture of sounds that were all kinds of slobbery and slurred due to your dizziness. His pace picked up with renewed energy, slick and wet sounds fill the air, sweaty bodies clamping against each other. The whines and pants of his name being drowned out, so pathetic- clinging to the latch and crumbling under his touch. It drove him like a mad man, his brain clattering, the way you took him in with no problem amazed him, you were so inviting and supple.

“S’too b-big! Ushi- ah! -“

The whines of him being too big impaled itself into his brain, your shivering body and cunt wrapped around all together had already made him blank out, now with your pleas, it caused a switch in his head to flip and jack-hammer himself into you. Pump after pump. It made your eyelashes flutter with droplets of tears risking to stream down the fat of your cheeks. His hands holding you firmly, brows furrowed with grunts flowing into your right ear. A grunt rippled from him as his cock throbbed harshly inside you, the feeling making him come undone right there.

“Just like that, ah, fuck you make me feel so good.”

Wrinkled skirt falling to the floor, his cock pulling out of you slowly with globs of cum dribbling out of you, he’d shuffle around till you faced him fully now with a perplexed look on your face. The shirt becoming loose as Toshi’s lips wrapped around the sensitive nipple, suckling and easing any leftover moans out from your throat. His hands placing you on the machine and attaching his lips back onto your nipple, tongue flat against your sweaty skin.

“Fuck, U-Ushi! holy- fuck, just like that.” Your back straining as you leaned back, gasping and threading your fingers through his hair to balance. Toshi wasn’t one with words, his statue being quiet and still. But, words poured out from his lips at the sound of your moans, when you were so good for him.

“So, good.. pretty. pretty, like a beauty.” He pulled off of it with a squelch, standing up high and cupping your chin to stare in your love drunk eyes. “You were so good for me, yeah?”

You nodded, vision hazy and eyes occasionally blinking to peer up at him with a blurry image. Your head rested in the crook of his neck, sniffling as he picked up the soiled panties from the floor and stuffed them into his back pocket. They were red and pink, swirly designs on them, he found them so cute. He slid your legs around him and walked out of the room, leaving the washing machine to rattle in the background with soap and water overflowing onto the ground.

Ushijima just couldn’t leave you after that day, he stuck to you like glue. Who could blame him? You were everything he wanted, everything he had fantasized about.

[hellogoodbye14]

Wow okay so some folks on tumblr definitely don’t know how to use their tags and I’m kind of sick of seeing Rhys and Feyre slander going around.

Most of you already know that I adore the ACOTAR universe and the characters within it, I love the complexity behind each character. I love Nesta’s complexity too but her character is perhaps not in my top list. But do I go out of my way to throw hate? Nope. If i do, I.use.my.tags.properly.

So now that you’ve unleashed me, I will be debunking all your claims about Nesta being amazing and your slander against the iconic Rhys and Feyre. Be warned. 🙃🙃🙃

1. Nesta’s journey makes no sense whatsoever. This woman gave no explanation as to WHY she treated one of her sisters like utter fucking crap. If anything, her journey demonstrates that she kept competing with a sister who was starving and who was neglected. SJM offered no real reason or background as to why Nesta made the decisions she did and Im fucking sorry but this is not your typical sibling rivalry . This was pure god damn jealousy and disdain for a sibling that did them no harm. Don’t sugarcoat something SO TOXIC.

2. LMFAO on y’all hating Feyre taking control and taking Nesta away from a toxic environment. I have a brother who faced addiction and let me tell you I had to make some VERY difficult choices, one of which was forcing him out of situation he was in. Did he hate me at the time? Sure. Is he now healthy, happy and successful? Absolutely. Does he now tell me every now and then that he’s glad I did what I did? You know it. I did what I had to do for my brothers fucking wellbeing. FEYRE DID THE SAME GOD DAMN THING. If there is one thing SJM got right in ACOSF, it was definitely this.

Comparing her to TAMLIN? Hahahahahahahahahhaahah what.a.joke. Tamlin literally emotionally/physically abused Feyre and trapped her. What did Feyre do? Get Nesta out of an enabling environment, made sure she was in a safe space and still had her own choices (apart from her addictive choices for her health), Feyre tried showing her a healthier lifestyle to make sure Nesta wouldn’t spiral and kill herself with the trauma she had. Feyre fucking saved Nesta. AGAIN AND AGAIN. And you have the AUDACITY to hate on this queen. Y’all’s favourite wouldn’t even be alive and thriving if it wasn’t for Feyre. YOU HAVE THE AUDACITY to compare Feyre to Tamlin? Hahahah theres no similarity at all but you know who is similar to Tamlin in some aspects? Nesta. Just like Tamlin, Nesta repeatedly emotionally abused her little sister…. And yet again we had no reason for her behaviour.

2. The Rhys slander? Lmfao. Okay so you’re telling me that if you saw your significant others sibling constantly abuse and belittle them, you wouldn’t hate them? Especially when your significant other has done LITERALLY NOTHING TO THEM. His hate is justified but even with his despise, this ICONIC MAN still made sure Nesta had everything, had every resource. This man handed out an olive branch everytime and Nesta burned it to crisp for no reason. This man did all that because he loves his significant other and cares for her family as his own and you have the sheer audacity to hate on him as well. What a joke.

3. Lastly, I have had it with people invalidating Rhys’s fucking trauma. You can acknowledge Nesta’s but you can’t do the same for Rhys huh? Ive seen posts COMPARE traumas which is sickening and I wouldn’t do that but what I will do is highlight for some folks what Rhys went through and what they MUST FUCKING ACKNOWLEDGE. This man faced the problem of harnessing a power no one has ever seen and control it, this man trusted the wrong man and then saw his baby sister and his mother die in agony, this man was sexually abused FOR YEARS, this man was away from his loved ones for years, this man had to see his mate die then see her come back to life and die slowly again at the hands of the same man who killed his family, this man died to save EVERYONE, this man had to see his wife and child almost die and you STILL INVALIDATE HIS GOD DAMN TRAUMA LIKE ITS NO BIG DEAL.

I have honestly tried my best to keep my blog wholesome but I needed to get this out because holy hell its been enough!

Peace out and oh yeah…. FEYSAND SUPERIORITY

[kayxleeee]

Tony Stark: Are We Fighting?(Tony x Reader)

Tony Stark: Are We Fighting?(Tony x Reader)

Warning: Sexual implying if you squint.  Tony being cute and you being mad at him for a second.

A/N: Y’all this is my favorite, I love Tony fluff.

Summary: Tony’s in deep water after you notice the “head of security” watching your every move for an entire week straight. The only problem is, it’s date night, and can you really stay mad at someone with that face? 

Word Count: 2k+

*NOT MY GIF* Don’t copy my work !

The aroma of tomato sauce and Italian herbs wafted the air around you immediately as you swung the large front door open, walking in. Tonight was date night, you were starving, but you had a serious bone to pick with the conniving genius. You kick your heels off and make your way through the foyer greeted by dimmed lights, a candle lit living room, soft romantic music playing, and an excessive amount of rose peddles leading up the grand staircase.

Nice touch Stark.

You look at it all in awe, but try to snap out of it, because you meant business tonight.

“Tony?!” You call out wondering where he was.

“In here.” He says peaking his head through the kitchen entry way, wiping his hands dry on a dish towel. “You look ravishing.” He says as he makes his way over to you, wrapping an arm around your waist giving you a quick hug and kiss on your forehead. “This isn’t too much is it?”

This was probably the best one yet. You were delighted at his efforts to make date nights memorable, especially since you hardly saw him. He had either been busy being an avenger or down in his lab working his life away. You were also very busy yourself running Stark Industries. Between the meetings and work related calls, it was a very rare occasion when you and Tony could just enjoy each others company. So this was when weekly date nights were born; Just a time to catch up and be together and have unadulterated quality time. You sigh taking it all in. Tony always does them well, especially when he is trying to make up for something. The dimmed lights, roses, music, candles, even his cologne— god, did his cologne smell good, intoxicating even. You could swoon right then and there the atmosphere was the definition of romantic and relaxing and here you are ready to uproar it all.

Damn, right.

“Told you date night would be extraordinary tonight.” He smirks taking your silence as a sign that you were pleased, while wiggling his eyebrows up and down. “Be back in a sec, get comfy.” He says giving you a wink before turning away.

He makes his way back into the kitchen to finish up whatever he had been doing previous and you follow him. He turns around and gives you a weird look, scrunching his face as he sees you following behind him. Those dazzling brown eyes weren’t going to get you this time, you were still mad— Maybe not as mad as you were before coming through that front door, but still upset enough to confront the issue right now.

“So something interesting happened to me today.” You say setting your purse on the kitchen counter as Tony strategically plates the pasta he made.

“Oh yeah?” He says maneuvering through the kitchen. “And what might that be kitten?” After he’s done, he turns to you popping an olive into his mouth, as he leans against the counter behind, ready listen attentively.

“Well I was ya know working my little ass off, minding my business… Ya know as I do every single day. When I noticed a very attentive Happy Hogan, watching my every move.” You say eyeing him suspiciously as he smiled innocently. “I thought to myself, now I’ve been seeing Happy in all sorts of wacky places this week, why would he do something like that?”

“I donno, why babe?” He says dusting his hands together for no particular reason looking everywhere else, but your face.

“Mmmh- maybe he’s just being his old paranoid, overbearing self this week. Watching my every move for no apparent reason.” You say testily, you already know Stark put him up to it. 

“Happy is very dedicated to his new position. Didn’t you hear? He’s head of security, babe. He’s gotta be eyes and ears.” He sighs, now moving from his leaning position to begin pouring two glasses of bubbly. “That’s our Happy for ya."

Of course you heard, and of course Tony was the one who appointed him, and of course Stark Industries did not need that.

“Oh jeez golly! Eyes and ears on little ol me?” You say in a fake sarcastic souther bell accent. 

He raises his eyebrows, and gives you a well justified laugh, because that accent was horrendous.

“Did you send happy to spy on me or what Tony?” You say getting to the point.

“No.” He says shaking his head from side to side frantically like a child who’s just got caught stealing from the cookie jar. “Nope, I don’t recall.”

“You don’t recall?” You scoff. “It’s a very simple thing to remember doing Tony. Did you say oh Happy please spy on my faithful, loyal, beautiful, loving, girlfriend?”

“Um— are we fighting?” We're not fighting are we?” He sighs genuinely unsure.

You didn’t want to fight or argue either, but he was getting on your nerves beating around the bush. You already knew he did it, you just needed to know why.

“Sure, we aren’t fighting Tony.” You say annoyance booming through, hoping he would just come out with it. He was definitely pushing your buttons. “Now did you send him?” 

“ I don’t recall.” He says again now putting on a fake ‘thinking’ face.

“You don’t recall asking him?! Okay, well I am sure if we give him a call that might jog your little memory.” You grab your phone out of your purse quickly dialing his number. “Mmmh I think you’ve been hit on the head entirely way too many times, ya know since you can’t recall events.”

Before you can press the dial button to call Happy, Tony swiftly reaches over the counter where you are standing and snatches the phone from your grip, ending the call before it’s made. 

“Okay, listen baby, I think we’re fighting, and I don’t want to fight tonight.” He says with pleading eyes putting his hands up in defense.

“Tony!” You yell at him going to where he is standing in the spacious kitchen. “You're not answering my question and you should have thought about that before asking Happy to spy on me!” Which I’m not understanding what for! Just say you don’t trust me and leave it at that, why play all these games?!”

His face flattened.

“Okay, kitten, listen it wasn’t like that. I do too trust you.”

So he did put Happy up to it— of course he did.

“You better explain or I’m Leaving Tony.”

He sighs heavily, shame settling on his features. 

“Happy brought up this guy? Aldrich Killian, said you dated him a while back?" “Oh my go- you don’t trust me!” You exhaust throwing your hands up and turning on the heels of your feet ready to retreat out of the kitchen.

“No!” Tony quickly follows behind you. Come on babe, let’s talk about this!” He says grabbing you by your shoulder gently spinning you around.

“Tony you’re doing a lot of the talking, and only digging yourself in a deeper hole.” You say crossing your arms. 

“Okay, let’s back track, I trust you, with everything I own, my life even. I’ve just been overwhelmed and overthinking recently. I can’t say what I did was right, but in the moment I didn’t feel it was exactly wrong either.”

“In the moment Tony really? What moment did you realize I needed to be spied on like some convict? What moment did you realize you didn’t trust me alone at work with some guy, I hardly ever dated by the way!”

“Okay, okay! I did not send him to spy on you, I sent him to keep an eye on you.”

“Same shit Sherlock and I don’t appreciate it ! You say you trust me but tis is definitely not how it’s coming off.” You huff in annoyance, trying to grab your phone from him again, in which he manages to keep it away from you snacking his free arm around you. “Give it back now, I’m leaving Tony!”

“Would you stop getting mad?!” He huffs. “Just- it’s not a trust thing baby. It’s a safety thing.”

“I wouldn’t be getting mad if you’d just tell me the truth and stop beating around the damn bush. I’m over it anyways, I’m going to be leaving now, so give me my phone and let me go.” He rolls his eyes and pulls you into him closer. “No you’re not leaving , stop being dramatic.” He says holding onto you tight, still holding the phone away from your grasp with his other hand. You scrunch up your face about to say something,  about his remark, but he quickly says. “And don’t be mad that I think you’re being dramatic about this.” He says to ensure he digs himself out of being in trouble over that stupid comment.

He continues, “You already know I trust you so don’t give me that. I did all of this because I love you.” He says holding you close and swaying the two of you slightly to the music that is still playing softly in the background.

“Not the because I love you speech.” You say rolling your eyes, hands resting on his chest trying to create distance between the two of you, but he just pulls you back into him. “You are so annoying.” You comment on the action, surrendering to his grasp.

“No it’s not like that, I just needed to make sure you were safe. No malicious thought behind it or intent, I swear. I just wanted to make name you are safe at all times.” He says softly with a sigh as he feels that you’ve calmed down.

“Why wouldn’t I be safe at work?” You say looking up at him. He now sets your phone down on the near by counter and places the hand to your face, caressing your cheek.

“Anyone can be in danger anywhere honey, I’ve learned that the hard way— and if I were to loose you? Well let’s just say for my sake and peace of mind, I might of let fear cloud my judgment and asked Happy to keep an eye on you. No spying, just an eye. You know how he gets.” He looks deeply into your eyes and you could tell he was telling the truth. “I’m sorry, okay?” He leans into you just enough to rub his nose against yours playfully. “Do you accept my apology?” He says in a child like voice, giving you puppy dogs eyes.

He was so cute.

“Okay fine, I’m hearing you.” You say caving in. “But you’ve gotta stop him from following my every move— if I’m going to the bathroom, I don’t need him right out the door.” You huff.

“Done, you got it, Happy is officially barred off of bathroom duties. Can we kiss and make up now?” He says this as his lips ghost over yours and you happily lean into the kiss, knowing full well it was long overdue after how hard he worked to impress you tonight. This kiss was sweet and sincere, while also deep and romantic. 

“I love you.” He says after breaking the kiss.

“You're a pain, but I love you too.” You both laugh before you give him another kiss. 

“Now are we still fighting?” He smirks after pulling away a second time. “Just wanna double check before I invest.”

“You're so annoying.” You laugh rolling your eyes playfully. “No we aren’t.”

“Good because our spaghetti is getting cold and our chardonnay is getting flat.” He says intertwining your fingers and spinning you around to walk into the living room. “And you look entirely too good to keep this on all night.” He says referring to your outfit. “I can’t believe you were going to call Happy.”

“Well how about next time, you don’t play with me.” You laugh ready to enjoy your dinner.

“Oh, but honey, playing with you is my favorite thing to do. I especially love it when you scream my name.” He smirks giving you a wink.

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