#( and you guys all know Abe is not a fandom darling so )

[elvisabutler]

Girl I just saw a tiktok and I need yaa and I know your busy but when you have time please consider this 😏

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMFBatAQb/

Fratboy! Austin you know the hot bad boy of college x reader

Love your work can't wait to read more ❤️🌹

ludus

summary: he was a frat boy. you were not a sorority girl. could i make it any more obvious. or how one fateful car wash has you wanting to fool around with a boy who you probably shouldn't. fandom: austin butler | elvis ( 2022 ) rating: t pairing: austin butler x female reader word count: 2091 warnings: faint tinge of asshole austin. talking shit on fraternities and sororities. implications of being a bad boy. faint enemy to lovers implications? there's not that much to warn for to be honest. author’s note: i did tell you i'd eventually get to this. so happy six month anniversary to this prompt! lord i'm so sorry you're a saint darling for waiting so long on this. i'm genuinely not a frat/sorority person especially since the ones at my college always rubbed me the wrong way. i hope you enjoy this and once again, i am so sorry this took so long i couldn't figure out how to start it for the longest time and then y'all know how it goes. also to anyone wanting to watch the tiktok? it's gone but i think i remembered most of it? but that's how long i took on this y'all. the tiktok got deleted. also i don't know if i'd be open to a part two to this. never say never but like i said this whole prompt was really tricky for me and i am loath to disappoint anyone. if you want to be on my taglist fill out the form here.

"What's the harm in enjoying a car wash done by hot guys?" Your best friend asks watching you from her perch on your bed, filing her nails as you struggle to find a pair of shoes in your closet.

"Nothing, actually. Except for the part where you told me that hey it's the frat boys doing the cleaning and you know I would rather die than see a frat boy getting all wet and showing off against my windows." Your answer is muffled in between a sweater you've got your face pressed against and the wall before you let out a triumphant squeal. "Ha! I found them!"

She waits until you come out of the closet holding the shoes in your hand with a grin on your face to say anything back to you. "For someone who doesn't want that you certainly have thought about it. I like them and even I didn't think about them rubbing their chests and abs all over the windows. It's free. Technically it's for charity so they're asking for donations but you don't have to donate."

You tilt your head and let out a soft laugh. "I don't have to donate. I can get a free car wash done by very annoying boys. Just have to drive there," you pause, "okay."

"Okay. Hold on. You- You literally were just saying you don't want to get it done. Like you've spent thirty minutes telling me how much you hate the idea and acting like I'm the devil for suggesting it. What even-"

As you hand your best friend the shoes, you use your free hand to shush her as you speaking. “It means you should have led with free if you wanted me to go do it. You know I avoid frat and sorority things like the plague.”

If anyone were to ask you why you avoided those things you'd like to argue that it was the principle of the matter. Yes, they had to pay dues and yes they had to do all those events and be busy all the time but they also got their own buildings near or on the campus. They got to throw their parties that everyone wanted to go to, including your best friend. They got to charm the administration and got to network and everything that was built into a system where if you were too broke you weren't getting to do it. Sure, some of the members weren't well off- you've met a few of them- but they have the best friends that cover their dues so it's fine for them. It's not that you had ever wanted to be in a sorority, not like that, but they rub you the wrong way.

It also certainly doesn't help that you know half the boys in the frats are trouble with a capital T and well, after one or two run ins with them in class you know to just avoid them lest you do something stupid or lest they do something stupid. The arrangement works out beautifully for everyone for the most part. But you can see how dirty your car looks and you see just how much he needs a wash so sacrifices have to be made in the name of a clean car for free.

The second you move your hand from in front of her mouth her lips curl into a grin. "You know that means I can just lie to you to get you to come to these things now, right? Just dangle free in front of you."

The eye roll you give her betrays just how comical you find the idea before you shrug. "Consider it me trusting you to not be the worst best friend on the planet. If you really are planning on it, though, you can give me back the shoes."

She doesn't give you back the shoes.

The thing about events like this is that everyone and their mother are here. Somehow alumnis hear about it, somehow the surrounding area hears about it and the entire campus knows about it already. It means that you have to block off an entire afternoon for this adventure. Thankfully it's just a Friday afternoon and you don't work until later on that night.

So while it might take a long while to be finished you'd at least not have to worry about being late. The boys had given you the option to wait outside but you felt more comfortable in your car than anywhere else. Besides it allowed you the ability to do an assignment you had been putting off for an embarrassing amount of time. Before you know it an hour has gone by and you find yourself being startled by a rap of fingers against your window. 

"What the fuck?" You whisper to yourself more than anything else as you roll down the window and look up to see the one frat boy above all else you didn't want to see. "Butler? Seriously?"

"Haven't heard anyone call me that since Freshman year. Don't keep up with names do you? It's been AB for years." Austin laughs, before holding up a bucket. "Your turn. You going to donate or are you just here to watch me wash your car?"

The response that sits on the tip of your tongue feels too harsh. It feels like you're going to regret it the second it comes out so you let it sit as you shut your book and set in the seat next to you before turning to Austin with a sneer. "Are you that full of yourself that you think every girl wants to watch you get all wet washing their car before you ride off on your little motorcycle?"

That pause hadn't helped and you still said what was on the tip of your tongue. You almost wince at it before you realize that nothing could have prevented your vitriol from spewing at him. Yet, somehow his smile grows and actually seems genuine, not like the smarmy one you're used to seeing on his face in class or across the courtyard. It's almost endearing in a way. He leans against your car a little more, his head almost able to see into the messy front of your car and you don't stop him. "No, I don't. But I think you might. Most girls didn't go on about me being wet," he grabs at his tank top and shows you how remarkably dry it is, "I know that's what people go for with these things but kind of defeats the purpose of washing your car if I get my pecs streaking soap along it."

Your mouth dries at the thought of Austin shirtless against your will as you're quiet for just a moment. "At least you realize that. Look, I just want my car washed. We're all pretty broke here and I have a shift in a few hours. And I don't-"

"You don't want me to wash your car, do you?" He finishes off your thought with a frown and looks actually a little chagrined. "I'm not- Look I know I have a reputation and it's warranted but I'm not going to do anything to you. If I don't wash it you're gonna be stuck here for another hour because Luke and Kelvin are flirting with the car in front of you. Alton is showing off to the car before that and Tyler- I honestly don't know where Tyler ran off to but I'm gonna kick his ass later. You said it yourself. You've got a shift in a few hours. I've got one too. I wash your car, we both get to be done sooner rather than later?"

"Where do you work?" You ask, trying to ignore how Austin has a point.

He rubs at the back of his neck forgetting that he had gotten it a bit wet holding the bucket. "That restaurant over downtown. Not the one that's always busy-"

"The one that's calm except for the rushes before and after everyone goes to the bars." The words flow off your tongue because you work at the one that's always busy. Austin raises an eyebrow. "I work at the busy one, Butler."

There's a moment where you just look at Austin and look up to where you see his fellow frat boys are doing exactly what he said they were doing and you lean your head up against your headrest. "Fine. Just no funny business."

He nods and gives you a salute as you roll up the window, shaking your head as you open your book back up. Despite what Austin had said about not being messy and keeping himself dry as you sneak glances you see him getting his tank top wet. You see suds and water sliding down his chest and sweat sliding down his neck. It shouldn't be attractive and yet you almost think he's putting on a show for you. You know better, you know that Austin as sweet as he was during your conversation is a bad boy. The kind of guy who takes a girl for a good time and leaves her high and dry the next day. He's never been cruel but he could stand to maybe try and not lead girls on, you think.

You force yourself to focus on your book until you look up again and see his chest through his light colored tank top against your window and start to roll it down, watching as he comically wasn't prepared for it and nearly falls into your car, bashing his arm slightly as he does. "What are you doing?"

He grins, recovering from his almost fall. "Giving you the full package you wanted. Can't do the motorcycle but-"

"Ugh." You groan and shake your head. "I give you a chance and this is what you do. Oh my god, I knew better and yet here I am with you being- you. Just stop, Butler. Stop trying to be charming and finish up. Seriously, I- I didn't want to deal with this for a reason. Should have just waited."

Austin is silent for a moment and looks as if he's gonig to say something, maybe apologize before you roll up the window cutting off any attempt to. Rather than ask you to roll it down he does what you ask and you find yourself leaving the area no more than ten minutes later with a nice clean car.

Later on that night your shift's finally ended and it was a good one, a solid one that's going to allow you to easily pay for some things you've been needing to get for ages. The walk to your car is always a little terrifying and you're always a little on edge so when you hear a voice you almost don't recognize you jump.

"It's dark, what are you even- Fuck, Butler, what are you doing-" Your thoughts are a jumble as you try and calm your beating heart and watch as Austin steps closer to you, trying to calm you down.

"Sorry- I didn't think this through, I- I wanted to apologize about earlier. I'm not- You're not- Most girls sort of trip over themselves for me. Or to be with me for a night or something. You didn't."

Your eyes narrow as you tilt your head. "Yeah, because I'm not the sort of person who enjoys one night stands with bad frat boys with reputations. Or one night stands in general but that's not the point, I guess?"

Even in the dim light of the street lamps Austin looks a little innocent and a little boyish when he speaks next. "Are you the sort of person who would agree to a date with a frat boy who just got off his shift and has kind of been wanting to get to know you for ages?"

It occurs to you that your best friend had to have something to do with this because there's no way this is just a coincidence. Austin looks innocent enough and like he's being genuine in asking and so you let out a sigh. "There's that 24 hour diner nearby. They make pretty good pancakes. Early breakfast?"

"Only if I can show you how I'm sweeter than the pancakes." The words slip out of his mouth as you let out a laugh.

"Just for that. Sure, Butler, even if that was such a bad line. How do you pull any girls with that?"

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[aiktad]

🍋🥥🍅🫛 for the ask game? (@spacestationstorybook)

🍋 - if your f/o could change one thing about themselves, what would they change and why?

i feel like kian has a Lot of regrets about the way his life went and the fact that he doesn't live up to be the cool world famous band guy everyone else thinks he is. i think he'd either change the fact that he lied to his friends to protect the image they had of him, or to dream bigger he'd actually fit the narrative that other people see him through. rockstar kian you are so important and real 2 me ...

gillion has a lot of things he would want to change; that's why he collects random titles, and it's a haha funny joke in the fandom but there are moments that make you realise he literally does not know who he is without these titles. which is sad!! and i love him!! but honestly deep down i think he would change the fact that he has chronic Chosen One Syndrome. get my boy out of the trenches. let him be a normal fish guy instead of a fish guy with the weight of everyone's sins on his shoulders please

🥥 - what hobbies does your f/o have? is there any hobby they would like to get into that they haven't tried out yet? what is it?

kian plays d&d and guitar ofc. i found the model of his guitar in canon and it almost made me stop hating on V-shaped guitars! almost. my s/i is really into cardistry because i only started out recently and i project onto him by making him really good at it – but i'd like to think kian would see my s/i doing cardistry and be like "lmao nerd imagine having an entire hobby revolved around throwing playing cards.... it's so cool Can you teach me please please please please please"

gillion plays a lot of chess! he's the real nerd of the diabolicule. i just know a tabletop gaming store hates to see my s/i and gillion coming. he'd engage with frogtopus racing more if it was a thing outside of, like, in-universe casinos. he's also a tech bro in my heart... babygirl your fuckass conch shell phone autism has captivated me

🍅 - if your f/o could buy you any gift in the world, whether it exists or not, what would they buy you? or, if they could make you something, what would it be?

holy shit you know those guitar pick flowers? kian. absolutely kian. he'd make a bouqet of them. godddd now i want to make some so i can be really gay ab it.... i might have some old guitar strings somewhere and i can find a dirt cheap pack of picks

gillion would collect shells and make those little shell & sea glass baskets you see at beach gift shops. ollie would teach him how to hand weave the baskets and all :')

they're both very sentimental guys tbh. kian leans slightly more towards "i'll buy you expensive shit bbg" than gil does but both of them would cry over a £3 mixtape of songs that make me think of them

🫛 - how does your f/o feel about pet names or nicknames? do they like them? hate them? what are their favorites and least favorites to be called and to use?

kian and my bitb s/i use them a LOT but 1000% ironically. they're so evil about it. they strive to make everyone around them uncomfortable. good morning my sweet baby darling cupcake prince. everyone within a 1000 mile radius instantly gets bugged

gillion the type of guy to make up nicknames in primordial and s/i is like "babygirl i have no idea what you're saying but i'm grinning like an idiot anyway"

[askfairyromano]

yes! babe, i feel like youre not really considering the possibilities here. i do mean ripped, and yes, with big, strong hands and nice, toned arms. and good choice in having a thing for hands, by the way ;) good to know youre into stronger guys with big hands. its nothing to feel bashful about! hands are sexy! this is a safe space, you can tell me and i will be nothing but supportive. im a great wingman, not that you need one with how pretty you are, but you deserve a ripped hot guy to dote on you and fuck you right! help relieve some of that stress, ya know? and not to be too serious, but darling, are those really your only two options? a gold cage and old shackles? there has to be something other than oppressive restriction for you in the world, even as a royal and heir. im not saying throw everything away, i mean unless you want to, but thats a big commitment. i just mean that you deserve a life that also belongs to you, not just some role you live to fulfill. you deserve to be your own person outside of all the responsibility. also, if you tell me more about that hand kink you have going on, ill absolutely leave your staff alone 😇

(those washboard abs you drew had me dying, i love your art so much ghjkjh but youre not boring at all! i mean i keep coming back, i think interacting with you is fun! even if im also very shy and terrified of coming off anon lmao also it does need to be said that that one pic you posted of the 3 itabros from your younger years is SO not crusty??? like hello they are cuties and your art was so good, even back then! tbh props to you for sticking around the fandom for so long. but they look great, esp seborgas big :D grin he had. theyre the cutest!)

[sweetlesson]

{Beep beep, update for you guys specifically because I know I really tend to neglect this poor fandom and these blogs a lot (Cyrano, I swear I still love you).}

{I just finished catching up with Hanekoma a couple of days ago and took a break that lasted a little longer than I wanted it to. OTL But he's done! So I'm moving on to Abe to do the drafts he has and then Byron for his drafts, and then I should be pretty well home free to like. Post memes here and stuff.}

{I'm trying not to do new stuff while I catch up on the old stuff because I feel like I won't be able to focus very well if I try to spend time looking for memes, but that by no means means you guys can't still send stuff in! I take completely unprompted asks from memes and not from memes, so if you feel like bothering any of my muses, please feel free to do so! It won't bother me at all!}

{Additionally, I realize a lot of my blogs are not... navigable? For mobile users, and I'm so so so sorry about that afeafae. I know how frustrating that is, my darlings, I swear. XD I just had this plan to use carrd, but like. I cannot afford it actually so I'm gonna have to switch to a google doc or something eugh. I really dislike google docs, but this is where we are right now. Y'all got a free solution that's better by all means throw it my way because I am suffering sksksk.}

{Anyway, I'll get back to work and try to get caught up. ^^ I hope you guys are still having a wonderful time yourselves.}

[fuckyeahpedropascal]

You guys, this was such a fun poll! Thank you for turning out for the round table and repping each Pedro boy (some more than others lol).

Incidentally, I also have a lot of thoughts on the topic, so I think I'll do a more detailed breakdown of the poll results for this one. I will start with the Top Three™ below the cut.

#1: Ezra

I don't think anyone disagrees with this result! Prospect is a massively underrated movie of P's, especially among new fans, and Ezra is a wonderful enigma of a character.

@missredherring: #i kept coming back to Ezra#and maybe Im doing this wrong but his performance as Ezra has everything#the character is wonderfully complex and he turns on a dime

@mando-abs: #ezra is Pedro’s best performance (outside of Joel bc yeah)#(oh! and outside of Javier bc also yeah)#and you can’t change my mind#and Ezra is critically underrated because of that

@imaswellkid: But, you know. "I'm Ezra". and I'm a fucking puddle.

@oonajaeadira: #i'm sorry but his performance in prospect is the fkn bomb#and in all the mando/tlou hubub got sorely ignored for being one of his best “reluctant dad” roles

@nothoughtsjustmeds: #he is a really well formed character and there’s still layers of him to unravel#i love the varying takes in fandom about him

#2: Oberyn

Interestingly, there isn't a lot of discourse about Oberyn in the tags, but he still came in second in a field of very strong contenders. That speaks to the underratedness of this OG bisexual prince.

@ohsomightypeaches: Last but not least my sweet sweet prince. I love this hoe. That's all. More hoeing please. I know GOT season 4 was like million years ago. And I get to live in my alternate universe where he's NOT DEAD FROM EYES BEING GOUGED OUT and hoeing all over Dorn. And that's all I really want from these fics + ELLARIA. And no I will not elaborate. + extra points for being the first thing I've ever seen this superb actor that he is.

@jahsontodd: #I feel like Oberyn has noteriety but among 🤢men#they are like yeah Oberyn is so cool he gets the ladies#meanwhile we are like yeah yeah Oberyn *thinks about ellaria and blushes*

@lauratang: #definitely oberyn#martell for the win

#3: Marcus Moreno

I am so chuffed for @radiowallet that our superhero dad came in third! I haven't watched the movie in full, so I'll leave the discussion to the experts, but I agree he is probably one of the most underrated boys out there.

@radiowallet: #Marcus Moreno is constantly left out of the conversation#and I am here to take a stand#This man has it all#And then some#Yeah the silly movie leaves a lot to be desired but that's what makes him great#put your own spin on him#make him sweet#make him spicy#add all the seasoning to this guy he can take it

@ohsomightypeaches: LOOK. Marcus Moreno def deserves more love 😩 he's a darling dork and I love him. (Read: I suffered through this movie so I can witness this greatness and wanted desperately to strangle Miracle Guy) he got my vote. Only because you made me choose you monster (affectionate)

@thosewickedlovelies: #kgjfkdhahs prev tags Cat how does it feel to be so right and so funny#season him. beat him. leave him to marinate. put him on the heat and watch him sizzle#(put him in your mouth afterwards and enjoy the fruits of your labor...)#WHO SAID THAT#lgjgkshshsgafs

Who's the most underrated Pedro boy?

This is only our second multi-Pedro boy poll! I know this is a potentially controversial topic, so before anyone comes at me for my selection of underdogs, my methodology is under the cut! I am not putting a 9th option, so if you have opinions, discussion is encouraged as usual!

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My methodology:

'Underratedness' is of course, subjective. But I am taking into account the general pervasiveness of the characters in the fandom in terms of fanfiction, gifs, discourse, artwork etc.

I'm not including any characters that came out after 2021 - I think it's fair to say that Pedro boys that were introduced since have received fair attention, including Javi G and Dieter.

I've obviously not included the most popular Pedro boys that came out before 2021, including Frankie, Jack and Javier.

Oberyn might be a controversial addition, but I think it's fair to say that there isn't as much content for Oberyn when compared to the more popular Pedro boys.

I'm not including characters that only appear for one or two episodes, or characters that are too obscure (Graceland, The Good Wife)

[cabbxges-and-kings]

The cabbage farmer and I thank you all for 50 followers on my lil' turn blog

[the-s1lly-corner]

What the Creepypastas Call You

++ tim and brian!! Ik they're marble hornets, but it'd feel off not to include them since they're so deeply entangled in the fandom at this point and I can't bring myself to exclude them <\3

As I stated in my rules post, I will not be including any characters that are in source minors, even if I'm using my own au for all of these (said au I will go into depth ab, but it takes place years in the future), I am not comfortable writing anything romantic for those characters even if I aged them up!!

Slenderman:

Darling

Sweetheart

Dear, Dearest

Love, My Love

Anything like that, really. He's polite when he addresses you, and is nothing but a gentleman when it comes to you

Yes, I know this dives VERY deep into fanon and OOC territory, but can you blame me? I can't imagine Slenderman using any other type of petname for his Dearest S/o

Laughing Jack:

Sweets, Sweetheart, Sweetcheeks, Sweetpea, Sweetface. Basically he'll call you Sweet(x), even if it sounds stupid (and he'll likely laugh at the nickname as well)

Toots

Pretty Boy/Girl

Gumdrop

A lot of LJ's nicknames are, unsurprisingly, based around sweets and candies.

He seems the type to also call you Shnookums, or however it's spelled

Will pinch your cheeks if you get flustered by the names

Eyeless Jack:

Babe, Baby

Your actual name

I LOVE Eyeless Jack, don't get me wrong. But he doesn't seem like the type to really use nicknames, at least to me

But honestly? What's more intimate than EJ pulling himself close to you, letting his walls slip for just a moment, and he oh so quietly mutters your name as he holds you tight and close

I don't know, saying someone's name in moments like this always

Hit different for me

Tim/Masky:

Prince/Princess

Babe

Sweet-Thing

Pretty Boy/Girl

Like EJ, I don't think he really. Does petnames? He doesn't really give me those vibes

Brian/Hoodie:

Pumpkin

Again, also uses Babe

Sweetie

Sweets

A man of few words, and a man of fewer nicknames

He prefers to hold you

So sorry that these started getting shorter and shorter as the list went on <\3 I'm mostly writing this to pass time :(!!

Anyways

I hope you all enjoy it and!! If you guys want me to add any characters please let me know!! I guess these 5 are gonna be my main group, but I'm more than happy to expand it so!!

Yeah!!

[calciferstims]

granted, i dont scroll down far anymore, aint done for a while, but yea, the little i do have scrolled down, aint seen nobody talk about it. saw its about some historic thang though? but do go off talk about it haha, i have no idea what it is about other than its historic?

OHHHH HO HO HO YOU’VE UNLOCKED THE HYPERFIXATION POWERPOINT BUCKAROO

historical… histor.. yeah that’s a word you could use to describe it uh huh

but anyways

OUR FLAG MEANS DEATH?? MORE LIKE

🏳️‍🌈 GAY 🏳️‍🌈

PIRATE

✨ROM-COM✨

You heard me right bitches. It’s a fun pirate comedy series with a gay romance at the center and when I say gay I mean like, actually gay. It is not queerbaiting, it is not just hinted at it is very legitimately gay. And it is not just like, about being gay at all or about pretty teenagers with abs discovering their sexuality. It’s the middle aged men falling in love you’ve always wanted and it’s fucking pirates like. Dude.

It uhhh it’s actually the best queer rep I’ve seen like, ever and it seriously got to me actually. Just the show combined with the way the creators and cast interact with the fandom is just so lovely it feels like I am being kissed gently on the head and healed from years of being teased and baited… gosh…

It stars Rhys Darby and Taika Waititi as these darlings, Blackbeard (Edward Teach) and The Gentleman Pirate (Stede Bonnet), two real pirates who sailed together at some point in history.

Y’all all know who Blackbeard is, he’s the most feared pirate and history bla bla bla (but of course in this show he’s just a big softie wrapped in leather and tattoos). Meanwhile, you have Stede, who’s basically this frilly privileged rich guy who ran away from home to be a pirate but he’s just super rubbish at it.

Basically the premise is that Stede and Blackbeard/Ed meet, they are immediately fascinated with each other, and they make an arrangement between them where Ed teaches Stede how to be a better pirate, and Stede teaches Ed how to live the fancy life and also just how to enjoy nice things. Plot and romance ensues!!

It’s obviously a comedy so it’s very silly at times, but those comedic moments are also intercut with plenty of very deep, dark emotional stuff and genuinely tender, heart-wrenching romance, and it’s full of real good symbolism as well as just ‘he he gay pirates’ and it’s just so fucking good guys.

It also has some really sweet side pairings that are also queer, and actual, legit they/them nonbinary rep with an actual nonbinary actor! It’s super cool!

It is on HBO Max (and I’m sure there’s some way to pirate it. hehe pirate pun) and I highly recommend you all watch it :)) I’ve converted two irl friends already and I have no plans of stopping >:)

[ilovefandoms102]

Where Loyalties Lie

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Potter!Reader

Summary: A forbidden romance is betrayed when the very dark wizard who is out to kill you is your lovers master...

Taglist:

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Part 2

Note: The people have spoken and I am excited to start this! I made a blurb about this topic, but I am going to make this part to provide more of the back story.

There will be multiple parts so if you want tagged message me or comment on this post! I tagged everyone in my overall taglists so if you don’t want to be in this fic just let me know!

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How far would you go to save the person you loved? 

When did it become too much?

These were the questions that burned in my brain on a daily basis. My forbidden romance to my brother’s worst enemy looming over as it became harder to hide. I was sure at least Hermione knew, she had caught on to the longing looks between us. She never mentioned it, but she’s a genius so of course she suspected. 

Sixth year had started, and with the rise of Voldemort it became the upmost importance to find out everything we could about him. I was supposed to be helping Harry with becoming closer to Professor Slughorn, but I couldn’t stop the nagging feeling about Draco. Something was different with him, and I was going to find out.

Harry had come into the Great Hall, his face covered in blood. Just before that Draco had entered, so I suspected that got into a bit of a scuffle. After Dumbledores speech, I waited in the hall as everyone else began to pile out. Draco was the last to exit, having known I’d be waiting for him. He reached out to caress my cheek, smiling softly. 

“You messed up my brother’s face pretty bad, why?” I asked, holding on to his suit jacket.

“Payback for my father.” he murmured.

“I was there too, you gonna punch me?” I mumbled, looking down when I couldn’t meet his gaze.

“I wouldn’t ever lay a hand on you, you know that.” he hissed, moving his hand to take a fist full of my hair.

Draco pulled me tightly against him, leaning to join our lips. We hadn’t been able to see each other for the entire summer, the pent up emotions leaking from both of us. He licked my bottom lip, my tongue came out immediately to play with his. Our kiss became deeper, hands leaving to feel every inch of each other. 

Once we pulled away, he stayed close to lean his forehead on mine. I hugged him tightly to me, taking in this precious time we had together. We were both damaged on the inside, so I saw that as as sign that we were meant to be together. 

“We should go before the Prefects come looking for us.” Draco mumbled, but not making any moves to let go.

“I’ll see you this weekend though right?” I inquired hopefully.

“As always darling, good night.” he spoke, kissing my lips gently.

He walked towards his common room, turning to glance at me one more time. I blew him a kiss to which he caught and held to his heart. I too made my way back to the common room, being met with the inquisitive look of Harry, Ron, and Hermione.

“Where have you been?” Harry interrogated, folding his arms across his chest.

“I was talking with Luna,” I lied, shrugging my shoulders.

“You’re lying y/n.” he hissed.

“Can we save the interrogation for a later time, I’d like to go to bed.” I snapped.

“You realize we have a job to do, if Dumbledore didn’t entrust us with this it wouldn’t be important!” he scolded.

“You think I don’t know that! Stop acting like you’re the only one affected by all of this Harry! I was there too, I have a scar just as you do!” I bellowed.

“This isn’t helping anything you two! We all just need to go to bed.” Hermione mediated.

I stomped off to my room, throwing my bag under my bed. I did my nightly routine, then huddled into bed. I was still aggravated with my brother, so it made it almost impossible for me to be comfortable. After some time of me shuffling around, I finally made it so I could drift off to sleep.

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After a stressful first week of classes, the weekend was finally here. I was excited to finally spend some time with Draco, now just having to make up an excuse to get away from my brother, Ron, and Hermione. I grabbed the invisibility cloak, stuffing it in my bag. The trio came down in the common room where I was currently sitting by the fire.

“Are you not coming to Hogsmeade?” Harry questioned.

“No, I think I’m going to stay in and study for herbology. I have a big paper that I need to get started on.” I lied easily.

“I’m rubbing off on you aren’t I y/n?” Hermione joked.

“I think so, have fun guys!” I grinned, watching until they disappeared.

I waited for a minute before jumping up from my spot, jerking the cloak out of my bag to throw it on. I walked quickly to mine and Darco’s meeting spot, choosing the Room of Requirement. I imagined a room with a fireplace, and a huge comfy king sized bed. 

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I waited hours, starting to get extremely angry. How could he just blow me off like that? I was about to leave when Draco entered the room, worry in his eyes. Something was off about his movements, he was jerky and nervous. He relaxed when his eyes fell on me however, but I was still boiling with rage.

“It’s a little late Dray,” I griped, turning away from him.

“I’m sorry darling, I was...I was caught up with something.” he stammered. 

“Caught up with Pansy?” I snapped, folding my arms over my chest.

“Y/n, you know it’s not like that.” he griped, gripping my chin to make me face him.

“You looked pretty cozy in potions the other day.” I challenged.

Draco pulled me in his arms, my arms going around his middle. I pouted up at him, his hands coming to hold my face. He smirked, knowing that I was jealous. I hated that we had to hide our relationship. Until this war was over, we had to cherish each moment we had with each other.

“You know you needn’t worry about my feelings for you, you mean the world to me.” he spoke, leaning down to connect our lips.

I held on to his sides as I kissed him, our tongues immediately coming out to explore the other’s mouth. His hands traveled over my body, I felt a scorching heat despite still having clothes on. I took a step, moving him back towards the bed. He hummed deep in his chest, not pulling away from our kiss. Both of us shoved our shoes off, Draco sitting on the bed as I stood between his legs.

I pulled back from him, my eyes wildly staring into his. I pulled his shirt off, feeling his bare shoulders down to where I could reach. I stopped at his pants, and he stood from the bed. He shucked his pants off, my eyes being met with his very hard manhood. Draco grabbed under my jaw, yanking me so I was flush against him. 

“Are you sure?” he asked, a nod coming from me.

His demeanor changed then, pushing my shoulders so I was on my knees. He gripped my hair in a ponytail, shoving me to his dick. He took his member in his hands, tapping it on my lips. I opened my mouth to take him down my throat, moving until I gagged. He threw his head back, his abs flexing when he moved back to look at me. Draco assisted in moving my head by tugging on my hair, his breathing starting to become more labored. 

I bobbed my head faster, my hands taking place on his thighs. I flicked my tongue over his head, causing him to let out a choked moan. He tried to push me down further, but I dug my nails into his skin. I gagged when he tried to fuck up into my mouth. 

“I know you can take all of me.” he gritted.

I took a deep breath and pushed until my forehead touched his v-line, shaking my head against him. He gasped loudly, his hands coming to hold the back of my head. One of my hands came up to fondle his balls, squeezing them lightly. 

He yanked me off of him, pulling me to my feet. He turned around to shove me roughly on the bed, following as I crawled up the bed. Draco ripped my clothes off, leaving me naked before him. He got right to it, throwing my legs over his shoulders. I whimpered when he took my clit into his mouth, flicking his tongue out. He licked all over my heat, coming back to suck on the nub.

His fingers prodded around my entrance, my body twitching in response. I moaned loudly when he slowly entered his fingers, curling them up into me. He moved faster, pounding his fingers into me. My body tried to raise off the bed, but Draco wrapped his arms around my hips to hold me down. I dug my hands into his blonde hair, tugging harshly on the strands. He moaned on me, making my orgasm hit me out of nowhere.

I yelped, writhing on the bed as he continued his movements. Draco hovered over me, lining up with my entrance. He pushed in slowly, both of us tensing up. I stared into his eyes as we became one, both our panting breaths hitting each other’s skin.

“I love you,” Draco confessed, my heart taking flight.

“I love you Dray, always.” I breathed, bringing his lips to mine. 

He held still for a minute, letting me get used to the feeling of him being inside of me. He moved his hips a little, sending a wave of explicit pleasure through me. I cursed loudly, my legs coming around him. He smirked, doing to movement again. I hissed through my teeth, digging my nails into his back. 

Draco picked up his pace, starting to go a little faster. I dug my head deeper in the pillows, whining loudly at how good I felt. I could already feel my second high nearing, my hips now leaving to meet with his. I choked out a moan when Draco moved one of his hands to rub my clit, staring at where we were connected.

He rubbed me faster, jamming his hips into mine. His other hand squeezing my hip bone hard enough I knew there’d be a bruise, but I didn’t care. He let out little moans, leaning down to leave his mark on my neck. I could feel myself building closer, my muscles starting to tense up. One particular thrust hit that spot inside me that made me lose it, arching my back completely. Draco continued to move until he stilled inside me, his seed splashing in my walls.

Draco collapsed on top of me, rolling over slightly so all his weight wasn’t on me. We held each other for hours, basking in the after glow. I ended up falling asleep to Draco combing his fingers gently through my hair.

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It had been weeks since that night which had me on edge. I noticed that Draco had become more distant than ever, skipping meals, class, and he looked so tired.

What was he up to?

Did his parents have him roped into something?

We were in the Great Hall one morning, Harry still reading that stupid potions book he was obsessed with. Hermione caught our attention, calling for us.

“There’s Katie, Katie Bell.” she spoke. 

The both of us shot up from our seat, going towards the girl that was hexed. 

“Katie,” Harry called.

“How are you?” I asked.

“I know what you both are going to ask...but I don’t know who cursed me. I wish I could remember, but I just can’t. I-” she stopped, staring at someone behind us.

We turned to see Draco, looking like he had just seen a ghost. My heart dropped to my stomach, a thought clicked in my head about that night weeks ago. He was late because of Katie, he cursed her. Harry took off, chasing after Draco who had ran out of the Hall. It took me a moment before I followed, running after my brother who was set to no doubt kill or harm my lover.

“Harry! Stop!” I shouted.

He didn’t listen though, bursting into the men’s room. I heard crying, seeing Draco hunched over the sink. I clutched at my chest, my heart feeling like it was going to burst from my chest. 

“It was you. You hexed Katie didn’t you Malfoy?” Harry taunted, my arm shooting out to grab his wrist.

“Harry,” I hissed, but he ended up pushing the both of us down. Draco fired a spell at us that I didn’t see coming. 

The three of us fired spells back and forth, I purposefully missed Draco. Harry yelled out a spell I had never heard before, hearing a thud as Draco hit the floor. My instincts kicked in as I ran to him, blood covering his whole upper body.

“Harry, what did you do?! Oh Merlin! Dray, baby can you hear me?” I cried, pulling him into my lap. 

I started to cry uncontrollably, unsure of how to reverse the damage. Harry stared at me as realization came to his features, Before he could say anything, Professor Snape came through the entry way. He came to the other side of me, Harry running out of the room. 

“Help him Professor, please.” I blubbered, sobs wracking though my body.

[sylverstorms]

Fantasy Cruise

This piece is made for a very special someone, @standoutofthecrowd as a gift. The characters in this story are original and do not belong to any fandom. If you give it a read, I hope you enjoy ❣

Warning! The rating of this is M for Mature themes. ;)

They called it the Fantasy Cruise.

The hyper-luxurious ship of not-so innocent dreams, which promised to make anyone’s fantasies a reality during its five-day trip across the Mediterranean.

Well. So long as the money was there for an individual to afford one of its limited, mind-boggingly expensive tickets. Whoever said dreams were cheap clearly hadn’t heard of that cruise.

The advertisements all over the world promoted the experience as ‘starring in a romance movie’. And wouldn’t anybody be excited to star in their very own epic adventure?

“No.” Quinn deadpanned, dragging her luggage behind as she followed Lena into the fifth circle around the same deck, where their cabins were supposed to be.

“What do you mean no, stupid, isn’t this amazing?!” the other girl asked excitedly.

Quinn wondered what exactly was so amazing about getting lost on a piece of wood floating into the vast blue sea. Her glare met Lena’s back without much of an impact.

“No means no. It’s fine at best.”

“Don’t be a spoilsport, Quinn! Just look at this!” the redhead said, turning around to throw an arm around her shoulders and motion towards the polished-to-a-sparkle saloon, as if that would change the brunette’s entire worldview. “I won us free holidays to the world’s sexiest cruise. You should be beside yourself with excitement right now and buying me a shit ton of drinks as thank you!”

Quinn shook her head. “Correction; You won a trip for you and Mike –but then you had to go and break up and drag me into this, at the last moment.” As always. The woes of being a best friend.

“Because your single ass could really use what this dreamy ship has to offer.” Lena stated.

“It could also use some rest and relaxation at my grandparents’ seaside house.” The brunette countered. “Instead of being the wingwoman to the universe’s most annoying redhead.”

Lena grimaced. “And a sucky wingwoman, at that. Most of the guys I’m interested in come onto you.”

“Except I’m a tad too gay to care.” Quinn let out a small, exasperated sigh.

“Well, then this cruise is your chance! There are a ton of girls here and I can guarantee they aren’t straight as arrows, hon.” Lena replied. “Tell you what. When we find our rooms, we’ll take a look around. And if nobody exists to catch the great Quinn’s interest, I’ll leave you alone for the rest of the trip.”

Quinn’s brown eyes immediately lit up at the sound of that.

“I should be offended at how much you perked up just now.” The other girl commented. “But, anyway. Do we have a deal?”

They shook hands. “We got a freaking deal.”

It only took another hundred turns to find their respective rooms.

…

Quinn was no stranger to waiting for Lena to get ready. The woman could show up anywhere from a quarter to an hour later than their arranged meeting time, so it was nothing out of the norm.

Alone in the empty corridor, Quinn checked her smartwatch, then leaned back against her door with a bored huff. She could already feel the ultra-comfy, queen-sized bed within calling her name, but if she gave into the urge to rest Lena would surely come in like the human wrecking ball she was and ruin it for her.

Giggles from down the corridor reached her ears, then.

Two girls were walking towards her, one raven-haired, the other blonde. Quinn didn’t really pay them any mind, until they were close enough to tell the cute laugh belonged to the blondie.

The stunning blondie.

Quinn hoped –but wasn’t betting on it— that she was subtle in her double-take. Because as soon as the beauty entered her field of vision, all else faded into the background. The girl’s hair was shining like silken strands, her pink lips glossy and glistening, absolutely kissable, her pretty face and killer body taken straight out of a dream.

Hazel eyes met brown for a single, earth-stilling second.

Then the girls were past her and Quinn blinked, checking the blonde’s back out before she disappeared around the next corner.

Damn, she thought. Maybe all that crap about fantasies coming to life weren’t complete bullshit, after all.

“Why do you look like a fish out of water?” Lena’s voice came, shattering the dream to pieces.

“Because I felt like one, waiting for your sorry ass to get ready. Move it or I’m going for a nap.”

“No, you’re not~ we’re hitting the pool.” Lena sing-songed.

Ugh. Maybe I can find someone to keep her busy for the next four days. Quinn thought. She’s happy, I’m free, win-win.

If she only knew…

…

“Hey. Hey look.” Lena whispered. Quinn huffed over her drink. “How about that guy? How would you rate him?”

“Why do you assume my answer’s gonna change? All guys get a zero out of ten from me. Period.”

“He’s an eight at least.”

“Sure, Lena.”

“How about that sexy over there, who’s been staring at your abs for the past ten minutes?”

“Hm?” Quinn turned, following her friends’ gaze under her glasses.

The drink nearly dropped from her hand when she saw the blonde from earlier on the other side of the crystalline pool, fair skin glittering from suncream. The brunette’s throat went dry.

“Ah, now she’s speechless.”

“Tsk. Don’t be an idiot, she’s probably not even gay.”

“Do you have eyes? Even I can tell she’s interested.” was the immediate reply.

“From this distance you couldn’t tell a dude apart from a girl, you idiot.” Quinn teased with a smirk.

“You’re the idiot if you don’t act fast and another girl chats her up first. Remember; We’re here to have a good time. Stop being uptight; There’s your good time, all blonde and waiting for you.”

“Yeah, yeah, Lena, whatever you say-” But her friend was already rising from her sunbed. Quinn didn’t pay her any mind, at first, thinking she was just going for a swim or for a guy that caught her eye.

Instead, five minutes later, much to Quinn’s terror, the insufferable redhead was taking a seat right beside the cute blonde.

To say the brunette rushed to the other side of the pool would be an understatement. She could not recall a single instance in her life where she ran faster. It was practically teleportation.

“Hello, girls. This one has had too much to drink so excuse me, I’m taking her away~”

“Lies, they needed to know you have the hots for blondie but you’re too pussy to make a move-” the redhead began.

Quinn covered Lena’s mouth with a hand, pulling her into a headlock with the other. “Shh, don’t listen. We’re leaving. Sorry for the interruption.”

“Sad.” Miss Cute Blonde spoke up with a shy smile. “So… you’re not interested in me.”

“I… did not say that.” Quinn replied, heart suddenly in her throat. “I also didn’t say I don’t want your number.”

“Oh, good.” Another darling smile.

God. Head empty, girl too pretty. Quinn mentally slapped herself to get her shit together. “And definitely didn’t say I don’t want to see you at the bar later. At, like, ten o’clock.” Thank whatever higher power graced me with this sudden bravery.

“Maybe I’ll be there.” The blonde said.

It was only after Quinn went back inside with her friend in tow that she realized she didn’t even ask for the girl’s name.

“You’re welcome.” Lena laughed.

“Shut up…”

“You’re such a useless lesbian, by the way.”

…

Night had well settled over the ship. The massive pool at its pinnacle stood illuminated by both the moonlight and the soft LEDs within it, creating a beautiful setting, equal parts calming and seductive. Perfect for drinks and dates.

Quinn adjusted her blue button-up shirt as she walked out into the deck, greeted by the wonderful sight. There were tons of well-dressed people all around, but her eyes caught on one individual only.

“Hi.” She greeted, surprised she could speak at all, with the gorgeous blonde right there and dressed up just for her.

“Hey.”

“You look beyond beautiful. Only problem is, I can’t keep calling you ‘cute blonde’ in my head.”

“You look sexy. And you can call me Paisley, Quinn.” she replied in her sweet voice.

“You… know my name.” Don’t blush, don’t blush—

“I asked your friend.” came the shy admission.

“Yeah? What else did you ask about me?” Quinn smirked, slipping into the stool next to hers.

“Um… if you like girls…?”

“If I like you?” Feeling bolder, she raised a challenging eyebrow.

“If you like me…” Paisley chuckled there at the end. It was a sound that shot straight to Quinn’s heart.

And that– was worrying.

Because this was quite literally her dream girl in front of her... except she’d already paid the price of dreams, before. It had felt similar, then, since the first moment. A zap, undeniable attraction. An instant connection. And then… she’d been left bitter and alone.

Cold. Afraid to approach women for anything other than one quick, meaningless night.

“I think it’s quite easy to tell I do like you. A lot of things about you. Your hair, your eyes, your smile, that melodic voice. How come a girl like you is single? That’s a crime.”

“Um. Long story, I guess. How come a girl like you is?”

“Long, unhappy story.” Quinn grimaced.

“I have time.”

They ended up chatting the night away, until the small hours of the morning.

…

The deck had nearly emptied.

Paisley and Quinn were walking side-by-side, admiring the dark waves as they gently lapped at the stark white shell of the cruise. It was time to say goodnight, but both were hesitant to go. To break the moment. To lose the chance for more.

Slowly, they turned to face each other.

“I had a great time.” Quinn began. “Thanks for the amazing company.”

“No, thank you…”

Neither moved to leave. Instead, they gravitated closer. Perhaps it wasn’t a smart move. Perhaps it would only lead to more trouble in the end. Perhaps it was fated. Perhaps it was fleeting.

But.

Quinn knew she would regret it for her entire life if she let Paisley slip away without first knowing exactly how soft her lips would feel against her own.

“So…” She began. “In the hypothetical scenario I wanted to kiss you before we go… would you like that?”

A brilliant smile, enough to rival the moon in its shine. “Hypothetically… I would.”

No more needed to be said.

The lock of their lips spoke the rest for them. Slippery, soft, tasting of daiquiri and strawberry lipgloss, that kiss was everything.

That kiss was the beginning of everything.

…

A full day had passed and they spent every moment together.

Swimming, laughing, trading interesting little facts and life stories. Trading kisses. What they had was a bond that formed so suddenly yet so powerfully it defied even logic.

As love often did.

And it was love. They both knew it, instinctively. Perhaps they weren't ready to admit it, perhaps the word was scary to fully register, yet that didn't make it any less true.

Every kiss fed something more than desire. Every caress, over an arm, over the gentle curve of a neck or a thigh, carried more than a physical aftershock.

They both knew they were on the same page on what they wanted, come nighttime. It was a wonder they hadn't ripped each other's bathing suits right by the pool so far. But they could only play nice for so long.

Quinn could feel her skin alight with want at every wayward trail of Paisley's nails on her. She wanted to have everything with the girl, even if it was just for a few days, just for one unforgettable night. They could worry about the rest later. They were already in too deep, anyway.

Paisley's back pressed against the door to her room. Her mouth was already onto Quinn's, tongue over her own, soft sighs and breaths filling the nonexistent space between their bodies.

Quinn's hands slipped under the blonde's top, caressing her tight, quivering stomach.

“Ah, at this rate we'll never make it inside.” Paisley panted.

“Good. Then whoever comes this way will know you're mine to have.” Quinn replied. Her teeth caught the sensitive shell of an ear. “You'd like that, wouldn't you? For them to walk in on us like this? With my hand in your pants, rubbing you slowly?”

“Mmh.. Fuck...”

“With my fingers in your pussy, working deep?”

“Fuck Quinn...” Paisley groaned, pushing herself down on the thigh trapped between her legs. It only made the ache at her center worse.

Quinn couldn't help but rub herself against her, to ease her own lust. Their lips locked again while Paisley fumbled blindly for the electronic lock. It was a wonder they got the door to open with how focused they were on each other. Quick steps took them to the plush mattress at the far end of the room.

The brunette pushed gently, taking great pleasure in how easily her lover allowed herself to fall. Pale wrists were pinned onto the bed while thirsty tongues and bodies sought each other out...

But then they both pulled back. Paused. Stared into each other's eyes. The mood shifted like the wind before a storm. All the previous lust melted into something softer and far deeper, the urgency muted as they slowly started peeling each other's clothes off.

“You really are the most beautiful girl I've ever seen.” Quinn whispered.

“You're the most stunning I've seen.” Paisley said back, a hand caressing her brunette's strong shoulders.

As much as she wanted to melt under the ministrations, Quinn wanted to bring her girl to that serrated edge of bliss, first. Thus began her descent down the marble plane of the blonde's neck, pausing to mark the skin with her teeth before soothing it with licks and kisses, enjoying every hitched breath she drew.

God, she feels so good...

With a light caress over Paisley's thigh, her mouth licked over a hard nipple, paying it the proper attention before moving further down. Her blonde was quivering by that point, non-verbally begging for her release. Every muscle taut, every breath shallow, eyes blown into swirling black pools. She was breathtaking.

Everything about the moment was.

When deft fingers finally dragged over soaked flesh, the reaction was as immediate as it was loud. Quinn decided she could easily get hooked on the sound and repeated the same motion with her tongue, from bottom to top.

She could feel in her mouth how ready to topple over the edge Paisley was for her. How she tried to last longer but couldn't help it. Quinn didn't think she could wait any longer, either. She needed to see her unravel more than she needed oxygen, right then.

With the insertion of fingers and a powerful suck, Paisley was crying out into the room, arching, clenching and contorting for her. Quinn, brought to the edge by her voice alone, couldn't help but grind down on her leg to mirror her release.

They both lay together after that, basking in the quiet closeness of their afterglow, hands roaming, worshiping, until the sunrise greeted them with its golden glory.

...

“I'm scared.” Paisley admitted between them. “That when the cruise ends, so will we. And I'm not ready to let this go tomorrow.”

“Neither am I. Not tomorrow. Maybe not ever.” Quinn said. “I haven't felt this way before. I don't generally feel things so... powerfully.” But this one slipped right under her defenses, somehow.

“But how will we make this work? You live here. I live on the other side of the world.” The blonde lowered her head, expression overtaken by sadness. “We'll just hurt to be apart.”

“We'll hurt, yes. But we won't 'just' hurt. Every relationship comes with pain— I think it's unavoidable, whether one’s partner is near or not. The question is, whether that pain is worth it. And I'd rather hurt yearning for you than for not having you at all.”

“I— I don't know what to say...” Paisley trailed off. “I only know I can't bear to lose you.”

“You won't lose me if you don't let me go. I will never abandon you, never let you face this shitty world alone.”

“Do you promise?”

“I promise.”

A promise sealed with a kiss and intertwined fingers below a gorgeous sunset.

And as it turned out, love can defeat any obstacle if it's real and true. Physical restrictions don't matter when it comes to what the heart needs. Distance bends before it. Even time can. Laws of physics and reason cease to apply.

The heart will love what it is meant to love.

[seaofthemind-art]

The “Abuse” Trope in MCU Spider-Man Fan Fiction: Part 1

[Edit Note: This first post completely missed my point, and as such is now being continued in "Part 2". I have made several edits and additions to this post for coherence between the two.]

I became interested in these tropes partly due to what seemed to be its abundance within the fandom. Re-reading several stories recently led me to consider how this trope has been handled in the fandom, its variations and ways that it has been turned on its head, as well as stories ideas that have not been explored yet to my knowledge.

Within the "Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies)" category on AO3 there are several overarching areas that would come under the trope of abuse.

To put it in context, on the 26th October 2020 there was 28,637 works in the category; this included 626 stories tagged as "child abuse", a total of more than 2% of the stories. Of course, as we well know, tagging on AO3 is not consistent: there will be "abuse" stories which do not use this tag, whilst the tag may also be referring to a range of characters' situations (ie: Tony's childhood, Flash's backstory, OC characters). However, for these posts I'm going to look at stories related to Peter's experiences.

For all the "popularity" of these stories in the fandom, it is just an example of what are wide spread tropes across media. TV Tropes lists several related tropes including Abusive Parents and Foster Kid, showing that it is not only this fandom in which it is common.TV Tropes also makes a good point in its Sliding Scale of Parent-Shaming in Fiction, in that: what one person classes as abusive behavior may be perfectly acceptable to another.

Major Plot Categories

One of the common targets for this trope is "May's Abusive Boyfriend", which seems to have grown in popularity in the last year as Endgame has provided a convenient set-up for this trope:

the second law of thermodynamics by extraordinarythings

"It happens the same way it always does. (It's just discipline. It's not that bad. It's fine, Peter is fine, he'll be fine--). Except he really isn't fine, and Tony knows something's up, and Peter's house of cards is falling apart, and so the story goes."

Who Saves The Hero by CamelotQueen

“May brings home her new boyfriend. Something about him makes Peter feel nervous, but he makes May happy. And if May's happy, then Peter is happy. Then it escalates.”

Fear all else but never me. Please. by Webtrinsic

“May's new boyfriend proves himself to be a grade A-asshole when he decides to abuse Peter. And that doesn't sit well with Tony at all.”

i get by (but it’s eating me alive) by Livinei

““Do you not want to be home?” Tony starts. “No.” Tony considers for a moment. Peter’s never not wanted to be home. Not before… Now that he thinks about it, he doesn’t know a lot about David. Peter doesn’t bring him up a lot, and when he does then he’s not very eager to discuss it for long. Tony hasn’t gotten an impression that Peter’s particularly fond of the guy, though.”

The Homes We Make by iamq

“Peter Parker isn't the type of boy to run crying to Tony Stark because he can't handle a punch. Michelle Jones and Ned Leeds aren't the type of friends to ignore Peter's rapidly declining health. Eugene "Flash" Thompson isn't an idiot.”

to this day by hopeless_hope

“It's months before anyone realizes May's boyfriend abuses Peter. The effects are lasting.”

Promotions Aren’t Always A Good Thing by Agib

“When May gets a new boyfriend, Peter's okay. When Carter moves in, he can deal. When May gets a promotion so she works days and Carter works nights, Peter finds it harder to deal. When Carter starts abusing him, he begins to feel crushed by the weight of it all.”

The Black And The Blue (All That It Takes Out of You) by Buckets_of_Stars

“David wasn't a person Peter would ever want to be around, but with him being May's new boyfriend and all, it makes it harder and harder to avoid him. But it was fine, May was happy and of course, Peter still has Tony. But that was before the hitting started. Before David spit neglectful words in his face and the spiderling begins to question his very worth.Tony, on the other hand, is not having it.”

Vertigo by GalaxyThreads

“Coming back from the dead wasn't nearly as awesome as TV made it out to be. Peter's learning this on the go. And it really doesn't help that May's new husband absolutely hates him. And that May is pretty ignorant of that and him now. But it's all fine. Really.”

Your Heart Changed (mine stayed the same) by @loboselinaistrash​ [WIP]

"Peter Parker is back but 5 years into the future and the world has changed. Peter goes home with May only to find she had moved on, with a husband and two kids. Peter struggles to find his place in this new family with a strict step uncle, the longer he's there the harder he finds it to stay on his good side, uncertain if May will believe him."

A Peter Parker Problem by @spagbol99​ [WIP]

"Peter comes back to find May has a husband and a kid. A new family he has to fit into. But he has done it before, he can do it again. The only thing that feels solid is Tony: the Blip and fatherhood have mellowed him and Peter loves the bond they have now. He knows Tony would be there for him through anything. But Tony needs to focus on his own recovery - not small time Peter Parker problems. When things at home take a turn for the worse, Peter decides that he'll handle it himself. He is Spider-man. He's been to space and fought aliens. He can get through anything. After all, if May is happy, he is happy, right? Right?"

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This premise has been turned on it's head by a couple of authors with the straight opposite of this trope in "May has a new boyfriend who is decent (and confused)":

The Secrets We Keep by @euphoric-melancholyy​

"May has a really awesome, loving boyfriend who's just a little confused as to why she lets her teenage son stay out til 1 every night and sleep somewhere else every weekend. Also, he’s friends with Tony Stark? Chris - May’s new boyfriend - feels like he’s missing something here."

A Good Kid  by kuragay

"Ricky thinks that May's an exceptional woman, and he thinks that Peter's an exceptional kid. But there's no denying that the Parker household is full of mysteries, and most of them are centered around Peter and his supposed internship with Tony Stark."

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Then there has also been several stories changing the abuser, such as in the concept of "What if May (or Ben) is the abusive carer?":

Brooklyn by @hailing-stars​ [part of a longer series]

"After leaving Peter with Tony and months of no contact, May shows up in Peter's life again, interrupting Tony's plans to adopt him. Peter has to decide who he wants to live with, but soon learns the decision may really not be his."

Parker Luck by CreepyLittleLullaby

"He never met one, he got left behind by the other, the next one died, and the only one he had left was pushing him away. And he doesn't know what to do. Peter really has rotten luck when it comes to parental figures. No matter how hard he tries. Parker luck will always prevail."

Please, Understand by jipseebree

"When Aunt May discovers that he's Spider-Man, something inside her snaps. She starts to abuse him and he deserves it, doesn't he? After all, people have died because of him. People who wouldn't have died if he was a better hero."

Spiders hunt alone, anyway by karma_is_a_turtle [WIP]

"Ben’s death hits the Parker family hard, May worst of all. May Parker struggles to cope with her husband’s death and her nine-year-old nephew grows up learning how to pick up her slack."

Always Silent, Peter Darling by LlibLo

“After a traumatic experience at age 6, Peter Parker hasn't spoken a word. Most blame it on the fact that he witnessed his Uncle die in a horrible fire, this is only partly true. Now, almost 10 years later Peter is given the chance to finally speak, but will he take it? Or is the fear of his Aunt to much for him to take that chance? Either way, Tony Stark can tell something's not quite right about the kind hearted May Parker.“

It’s All Just Static In My Head by Blue__Dreams

“And then May was shot. Foolishly, childishly, Peter hoped Iron Man would swoop in and save the day again. He hoped and hoped and hoped. And Ben drank and drank and drank. As Ben grew worse, and their fridge grew empty, as Peter’s face became more bruised, and his powers grew, Peter realized, you can’t depend on superheroes. So Peter created his own hero - Spiderman.“

 I told you I had issues by Bergen            

“Tony Stark, genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist, and right now, a little exasperated. Because some guy is swinging around New York, shooting webs and making trouble, Fury is breathing down his neck, and his latest intern took off with his coupon for a free coffee.“

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Another focus for the abuse trope are the "Skip Wescott" stories, which take their concept and the character from a one-shot from the comics. @irondadfics​ has a good rec list for this. Many of the stories take it further than the comic that inspired them, and within the fandom it has also become common to see it re-mixed in variations of “Abused by Other Person of Authority” AKA: Babysitter/Teacher/Foster Carer/etc.

Although Skip is a common character for authors to use when they need a character as the abuser who isn't a complete original character, both original characters do appear as well as other characters from within the MCU.

The Third Option by Uncertainty_Principle

“Ben and May divorced before Peter’s parents died, so when Ben is murdered Peter goes into foster care. It takes just a tiny taste of superpowers for Peter to decide he doesn’t want to put up with his horrible foster father anymore—the streets are infinitely more appealing. All he wants is to be Spider-Man anyway.“

take a look at me now, there's just an empty space by @lyssismagical

“As much as Peter does want to disappear to his bedroom and avoid the awkward attempts at a one-sided conversation or inquiries about the life Tony’s read about, he craves the closeness to another person. The last time he felt properly close to someone was May. Every home in between had people who tried or people who didn’t, either way, it never felt the same. He was just another mouth to feed, another set of house visits and questionnaires from Elaine, another troubled kid under their roof. He was never treated like a human being, like a kid.“

Like A Flame That Flickered Out Too Soon... by @mysterycheerio

““He did this to you?”. Peter nodded. “And this is why you haven’t been talking?”. Another nod. Tony left the room in a hurry. Peter didn’t know where he went. Pepper knew. Rhodey knew. The whole damn neighbourhood around Stark Mansion knew, his yells were so loud.”

The Education Complication by Buckets_Of_Stars

“When young Peter Stark was diagnosed with Asthma, he was given two very important rules to always follow: 1. No long distance running. 2. Always have your inhaler with you. But when a new Gym Teacher with a hatred toward Iron Man gets hired, the 13 year old is going to find that following these two simple steps has never been more difficult.”

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This is just a selection of the stories which can be found on AO3, from which it should be already clear that these cover a wide range of treatments of the subject.

Across all the categories, the reactions of characters to the abuse is varied; as well as some notable omissions in the range of stories. 

This we will look at in Part 2.

[zipegs]

i’ve been toying around with the idea of posting a fic rec list for a while, and finally decided that if i do, it might be nice to focus on newer and/or underrated fics in the fandom! some of my absolute favorites are on this list, and i highly suggest checking them out (and leaving the lovely authors some comments and kudos!)

this got pretty long, but it’s organized alphabetically by ship name (including gen) and then by length inside each ship!

blanky/little

Trysails by saltstreets  /  2k, t

“I know I can’t do much,” Blanky said, “but you can always talk to me. If you’re so inclined.”

A (very late!) offering for Tender Tuesday, "a friend in need".

okay!!!!!! okay!!!!! hear me out on this one!! this fic is wonderful. i’m a sucker for fics dealing with edward’s suffering during the worst of crozier’s captaincy, and this one is so good. blanky is so wonderful in this; i feel like his tender, kind side frequently gets overlooked in favor of his bigger, bolder attributes, and this fic truly delivers on everything i’ve been missing! it’s really gentle and sweet and i urge you to give it a read!!!!

bridglar

in the low lamplight by stelleri  /  338, g

It’s endless freezing rain outside, but the house is comfortably warm.

short and sweet! a really lovely little slice-of-life modern au

state of grace by aes3plex  /  860, m

He doesn’t mean to see it. He never does.

bridglar may be the most featured pairing, but this is told from irving’s pov and also contains irving/little and references to hickey/gibson. really sad, conflicted little peek into irving’s mind (and some nice, soft bridglar as well!)

passer iagoensis by greenery  /  3k, g

Night falls on the Beagle and Henry Peglar has just finished reading his very first novel.

Set in 1832.

this piece is so good!! it has some really beautiful (sad) foreshadowing of the franklin expedition, and is just... so soft, with some wonderful romantic tension!! and it’s funny! darwin and fitzroy are wonderful in this, and i’m always here for fic that deals with peglar learning to read (which this does!!!).

cracroft/crozier

the beggar’s opera by pyotr  /  990, e

for all of his usual anger and surliness it was almost fun to fluster francis, to rile him where he could not retaliate. sophia had spent all her life under the thumb of some man or another; she loved francis in part because she always had the upper hand.

sophia is my queen and that’s all i’ll say about that. seriously though, this piece is just... *chef’s kiss*

fitzconte

A Cheetah Never Changes His Spots by onstraysod  /  1.2k, m

Being the particular friend of James Fitzjames has its drawbacks, as Henry Le Vesconte learns during the expedition's first carnivale. But it also has its advantages, as Henry learns once the carnivale is over.

Written for Day 1 (A Special Disguise) of the 12 Days of Carnivale.

on beechey island, fitzjames reveals clio’s cheetah to the men. or... something like it! this piece is really a blast; fitzjames is in rare form, francis is glaring form the sidelines, and le vesconte is an absolute champ. and the ending is wonderfully witty and racy!

fitzier

wake me up, wake me up my darling by norvegiae  /  1.4k, g  /  mcd

James Fitzjames feels like a new man.

The old James Fitzjames lies on the cot in front of him, cradled by the man he wishes he could have had more time with.

set during 1.09, this fic is a really poignant, heartwrenching piece in which james comes to terms with the reality of his death, and of his life, as he watches francis grieve. very sad, and wonderfully written!

what the stars give us by WetSammyWinchester  /  1.7k, t  /  implied death

"They may know space, James, but you know what it means to truly fly."

70s scifi (space program!!!) au. really great translation of the terror; the mood in this is so good!!! and the little flashbacks are fantastic. it’s pretty sad, but it hurts in a good way.

fitzrossier

Take Your Turn, Take A Ride by courfairyac  /  7.5k, e

Francis agrees to accompany his friend to a masquerade, and stumbles onto something quite unexpected.

In short: Festivities! Voyeurism! James in a dress!

listen... fitzrossier is my new weakness, and this is a really fun, hot, canon-universe (pre-expedition) au.

gen

salvation by scribomania  /  250, t

The Concordia brings them survival, but not salvation.

featuring hodgson and little, and jopson. for a survival au, this little piece hurts!!! it’s so short, but it packs a punch. really, really good.

but no one remembers yet by disastermovie  / 885, t

“From the mutilated state of many of the corpses and the contents of the kettles, it is evident that our wretched countrymen had been driven to the last resource—cannibalism—as a means of prolonging existence.”

—excerpt from Dr. John Rae’s report on the fate of the Franklin Expedition to the Secretary of the Admiralty (written from Repulse Bay on July 29, 1854)

sad little epilogue concerning sophia and lady jane dealing with their grief

the weary world rejoices by disastermovie  /  1.3k, t

Fitzjames goes to his first Christmas party after the survivors are rescued. It doesn't go well.

this!!!! fic!!! i can’t even do it justice, it’s just so good. the slow build of james’s panic, the caroling and gaiety as a backdrop... it’s just so painful in the best way. i’m incoherent; pls just read it,

la belle dame sans merci by drowninglovers  /  1.7k, g

Nobody is quite sure who the first one to start making her clothing is, but one day she scampers over the shoulders of the ABs as they line up for lunch wearing a tiny shirt to match her pants. It’s nothing special, no fancy detail, navy blue like most everything else they wear. Whoever made it must have cared a great deal, to make sure it fit her perfectly.

this is incredibly fun!!! just some good, wholesome fic about boys dressing up their favorite lady. 10000/10 would recommend.

Come Here, Fellow Servant by whipstitch  /  1.9k, t

The sea is dangerous, but so too is the open sky. And in that case, Cornelius determines, a friend is an unexpected boon.

okay, i made a rule that i wasn’t going to include wips on this rec list,  but i had to put this guy on here. it could be read as a stand-alone, actually, which is what i used to convince myself to include it. peglar realizes that hickey has no fucking idea what he’s doing, and tries to help him, kind, caring sweetheart that he is. this is a really, really nice little piece—i love everything about it.

lie alone by greenery  /  2k, g

He turns the page. And maybe this is it. Maybe writing a letter to young Tom Hartnell is reason enough to leave the berth.

really nice oneshot featuring two good boys (hodgson & hartnell) and their wholesome status as pen pals

the crooked kind by darrenjolras  /  2.3k, m  /  non-consensual voyeurism

“You and I, Jopson,” Hickey says, and Jopson startles at those words alone, turns an affronted gaze his way. Hickey bathes in the glacial blue of it. Like being thrown overboard. “You and I aren’t so different, you know.”

Based on that Hickey/Jopson scene. You know the one.

the terror bingo fill: court martial

not totally gen, but also not really hickey/jopson? twisted, but very much in character; hickey is his delightful self in this, and his verbal sparring with jopson is very well done and quite fun to read!

gibson/hickey

Touch Her Not Scornfully by skazka  /  2k, e

Stolen moments down below.

this fic is just... really fucking good!!! it’s a fantastic look at the very early days of gibson & hickey’s relationship, and an intriguing little venture into billy’s head.

goodsir/mcdonald

And That is How it Starts by Intrepid_Inkweaver  /  1.2k, g

It starts with a handshake and a warm smile at their introduction at Greenhithe.

a really sweet, lovely canon-divergent piece. written in 2nd person pov. these two are just such a good, wholesome pairing and this fic really does them justice!!

hartving

let loss reveal it by disastermovie  /  1.6k, t  /  mcd

Tom could never quite see himself taking a wife.

this shit fucking hurts!!!!!!! it’s a beautiful glimpse at irving & hartnell’s relationship, told through hartnell’s introspection, and is written really, really well. also did i mention that it fucking hurts???

Lookout Blues by ClockworkCourier  /  2.1k, g

John and Tom Hartnell talk about the future while they wait on a new shipment.

hello??? 1920s au??????? the world-building is so tangible in this, even in such a relatively short piece. it’s a really lovely little conversation between the brothers, and i absolutely loved their little discussion of irving.

we’ll tak’ a cup o’ kindness yet by drowninglovers  /  6.3k, g

If this is to be the last time they interact (and it likely will), Tom wants it to be memorable.

survival au survival au!! tartnell runs into irving at john’s grave, and convinces him to stay with his family until new year’s. it’s kind of bittersweet, with some really great flashbacks (and discussions of said scenes!), and oh man is it soft!! just! really beautiful and tender, and the ending is just so cute!!!!!

hodgson/hickey

the chaos moves by itself by bluebacchus  /  1.3k, e  /  violence, mcd

Hodgson's mind cracks and the heavens flow in.

(Written for Day 7 of Halloween TerrorFest: A disquieting metamorphosis and posted separately because I don't want to taint my main post with borderline vore)

fair warning... this fic is fucked up, but in the best possible way! the religious imagery!!!! the philosophy!!!! just!! god.

hodgson/little

Allegro, B Flat Major by whalersandsailors  /  5.3k, g

George is freshly moved from his childhood home, ready to tackle the school year and his newfound independence all at once.

Too bad he's lonely, miserable, and homesick.

He turns to music when adulthood becomes unbearable, and when someone knocks at his door and leaves an anonymous note, George discovers another music lover not too far away.

have i mentioned i love george hodgson? because i love george hodgson. this fic is a beautiful modern au featuring our own georgie playing his way through his feelings (literally). the buildup to the reveal of george’s secret admirer is wonderful, and had me rooting for them from the start! really sweet, stunning fic for a pairing i’d never considered before!

joplittle

get out of the wind by Cicadaemon  /  1.6k, e

Edward Little is smitten with a certain bartender.

modern au. really lovely, wholesome, and happy; just what these boys deserve!

The Thylacine by Gigi_Sinclair  / 1.7k, t 

"Thylacines. That's what Sophia called them, all those years ago in Van Diemen's Land. Dogs with tiger stripes, cats with pouches. They stretch their jaws at him, as Francis struggles to sit. The movement makes his head spin. He pushes the discomfort aside. He has no time to entertain it; he must escape."

also features cracroft/crozier. this is a really clever, funny piece set during francis’s withdrawal; poor francis is a bit muddled in the throes of his fever, and gets caught up in a memory from van diemen’s land. i absolutely loved little and jopson’s reactions in this, and especially jopson and crozier’s conversation the next morning.

Prelude in D Major by scribomania  /  2.7k, t

Hodgson is very fond of the musical apparatus in Terror's great cabin; Edward is not.

For the Terror Bingo square "denial".

i’m a big big lover of terror lieutenant nonsense, and this fic absolutely delivers! just absolutely delightful.

When the Lights Go On Again by Gigi_Sinclair  /  4.1k, t

"Edward Little's ancestors were Naval officers, almost to a man. Nevertheless, from a young age, Edward's eyes turned to the sky rather than the sea.

He longed to fly, as high and as frequently as possible. In the Royal Air Force, he got his wish. He was happy there, thriving, rising in the ranks apace and doing what he always wanted to do. Then came the first of September, 1939."

wwii au. edward is a squadron leader in the royal air force, and jopson is a corporal working for group captain crozier. i’m weak for wwi and wwii aus to begin with, and this one is done beautifully. while it doesn’t hand-wave the trauma and heartbreak of war, it doesn’t hit you over the head with it either, and the result is a really soft, bittersweet, hopeful piece.

lozer

a lily for my love by whalersandsailors  /  3.7k, m

Solomon never thought that soul-signs were real, and the stories he heard about them made soulmates sound more like a prison sentence than any fairy tale romance. It is not until he finds a soul-sign on the skin of a very dear friend that he realizes their importance, as well as their undoing.

this piece is!!! beautiful!!! very poignant, and really had me feeling for solomon. i love what’s been done with the soulmark conceit—it’s not just a simple “we have soulmarks, we’re soulmates!!!’ au (which i’ll admit to enjoying too), but a really thoughtful take on the trope. the slow way tozer puzzles everything out is wonderful, and i love the glimpses we get into several of his friendships & relationships. 

morfin/weekes

to help you remember by whalersandsailors  /  1.2k, g

An anniversary, during which Weekes presents Morfin with a gift, and Morfin struggles to remember why.

do you ever just get clotheslined by a pairing you’d never even considered before? because that’s what this fic did to me

[geekyjoys]

Japan’s National Catcher, Miyuki Kazuya, Accused of Doping During Recent Baseball Season

Posted seven hours ago - December 1, 20XX - by Japan Professional Sports author Kitamura Kou

Miyuki Kazuya, Yomiuri Giants’ main catcher, and recently promoted Japan Team Captain for the World Cup, stunned the world when he led the Japanese Team to win against the Puerto Rican last season at the World Cup, before losing to the American Representative Team, landing securely in second place. The Yomiuri Giants' orange "Miyuki 22" jersey has been increasing steadily in sales until it peaked as the most-sold official NPB merchandise in a single season. Although still a relative rookie—three years as the starting catcher for the giants, and only six total under the NPB—Miyuki's reputation as the up-and-coming superstar came as no surprise to most avid watchers. Especially because of his skill.

However, it seems some officials have gotten suspicious of his near-perfect gameplay (a 0.402 batting average, 37 home runs, and 98 RBIs all in a single season!). Miyuki is currently being investigated by the NPB for suspicion of the use of PEDs during the recent season, and possibly prior seasons. His managers and the Yomiuri Giants’ have yet to comment on this scandal. However, it has been confirmed by NPB officials that Miyuki has submitted samples to a lab to be tested.

Comments:

baseball-fanatic lol i knew he was too good to be true. how do we know he didn't send in someone else's blood to scam the system?

see comment thread below:

miyumiyukazu he’s been playing this good ever since he was in high school??

yomiurimiyuki it literally hasnt even been proven yet, theyre just investigating so stop acting like he's guilty. and there's a thing called DNA in blood that EVERY SINGLE PERSON ON THIS EARTH has unique to them. if he submitted someone else's blood, they'd know

catcherintherye all lies come from SOME place of truth

pitchtomepls that… that doesn’t even make sense...

tigertime stay pressed, hater. peace!! (-3-)

lovekazukun i can’t believe this because remember that one time the team went out drinking at a bar and miyuki only got a soda and waited outside because he can’t stand alcohol or the smell of cigarettes

see comment thread below:

baseballislife OMG YES!! during the “team diaries” video last year right?

miyumiyukazu yes!! you expect me to believe miyuki kazuya, the smol-but-tol-and-angry team captain was doping??

npbfollower what i’m more surprised about is the fact that the npb actually started the whole thing. the news didn’t come from an outside leak, npb information spread and went viral.

lovekazukun but he’s the darling of the npb… why would they want to destroy him like that??

meisan because the mlb is offering him bigger contracts once he becomes a free agent next year

101pitching oh yeah next year will be his seventh season and the end of his contract with the giants

pitchtomepls you guys think it’s a warning to miyuki? like they’re blackmailing him not to go?

npbfollower idk but something’s fishy here

meisan the only reason miyuki wants to go is because he wants a new pitcher. he’s said it before in interviews. he wants a real partnership with his battery mate, and he hasn’t found that in japan. not even with narumiya mei (as much as i hate to admit it lol)

pitchtomepls and the npb doesn’t wanna lose their international advertising cash cow to the major leagues. pffft typical.

101pitching if he signs with an MLB team, he's probably going to get a nike or adidas contract but Asics has their claws DEEP in the NPB board so they might've done something here to prevent him from leaving and signing with a rival

miyukikazoo what, ran out of dating scandals to throw at him, so you accuse him of doping??

see comment thread below:

miyumiyukazu HAH OH SHIT !!

baseballislife at least it's right after the season, and not during or right before. that way, the scandal can be proven false and he'll have plenty of time to forget

furuyaaasss ikr i was getting so pissed off at the dating scandals,,, like, he's already confirmed he's GAY so stop trying to pair him up with the first actress he greets at a business party

pitchtomepls wowowow we have some shots fired in the area

101pitching wow these insults are almost as sharp as miyuki's would be hahaha

miyukikazoo what can i say, we miyuki stans learned from the best

furuyaaasss ive stanned him since his seido days and his battery with furuya so ive had time to learn lol

tigertime you know what they say, don't mess with a fangirl in a miyuki 22 jersey

anonymousbaseball why did they make kitamura write this shit?? his expertise would be much more useful taking a look at the upcoming college drafts, not this "scandal" or whatever. stop tarnishing his reputation as a credible author.

goldeneaglefan hes just really good, why does that automatically make him suspicious of doping? he had like 50 something career homeruns in HIGH SCHOOL, so 24 in a single season, SIX YEARS after becoming a pro isn't all that surprising tbh

see comment thread below:

kazuyaaa thats the truth right here. being naturally good at something DOES NOT make you a cheater

kyotobaby lol what about that one volleyball player who was accused of doping last year?? or the hakone runner?? and weren't they both proven false?? haven't we had enough of these flase allegations by now?

see comment thread below:

tosstome you mean kageyama and kurahara? https://vleaguenews.com/kageyama-tobio-doping-scandal-disproven https://collegeathletics.org/hakone-issues-official-apology-to-runner-kurahara-kakeru

sssportsss KAGEYAMA TOBIO DESERVES AN APOLOGY FROM THE V-LEAGUE AND I WANT IT NOW!!

rahrahrakuten welp looks like ill have to find a sports fandom that isnt toxic. anyone have any suggestions?

see comment thread below:

npbfollower swimming?

lovekazukun nah dude, matsuoka and nanase (japan's star swimmers rn) are always at each other's throats. it's like they want to kill each other 24/7 and its so horrible

npbfollower please tell me that's a joke. you're joking, right? i might be dense but pls tell me thats a joke

lovekazukun no...? why?

npbfollower sis, they're literally dating. they have been together since like college https://sportsshipping.org/matsuoka-and-nanase-are-official

nautilusshell hopefully he'll be back for the annual college tournament! my brother goes to waseda and he was kind of excited to play against miyuki

see comment thread below:

baseballislife yessss its a tradition! and as as the starting catcher, he should be there to scout out potential threats or assets to the giants' team!

nautilusshell he has some say in who the giants sign next, right? as the superstar catcher, i would assume they don't take his opinion on who to sign lightly

baseballislife yeah he does. i've been following some of the college teams not associated with schools and i wanted to see how miyuki would fare against the nagano jets... they have four pitchers currently and are looking for a two new ones ever since the two oldest ones moved on/graduated. one of their pitchers has been giving all the other universities and independent teams some trouble, though...

nautilusshell ah yeah i've heard that! mihashi ren, right? the nagano jets have an impressive lineup this year... kominato haruichi, abe takaya, and then the newcomers, seto, okumura, asada, kuki, yuuki (who is the younger sibling of seido's assistant coach!!)... i wouldn't be surprised if they swept the college series and minor-leagues this year.

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Author’s Note: The NPB actually has a nine-year free agency rule but, for the sake of the story, I’ve cut it down to six years like the MLB.

[theladylovingcrow]

GVF Halloween Drabbles

Author (As known on Various sites): Lady Lover- Rockfic, Luluthechoosingcrow - AO3, theladylovingcrow - Deviantart and Wattpad, @sammy_bluebells - Instagram, @imacrowcawcaw - main Tumblr, @theladylovingcrow - writing/art Tumblr, @insannywestan - Sanny shipping Tumblr

Fandom: Greta Van Fleet

Pairings: Sam Kiszka/Danny Wagner (Sanny), Josh Kiszka/Jake Kiszka, Gen

Length: 700 words

Warnings/Tags: Halloween, schmoop, fluff, candy, attempted humor, Sanny, flirting, drabbles, twincest, sibling incest (nothing explicit)

Summary: 6 Fluffy/funny/flirty Halloween themed GVF drabbles I wrote instead of going to bed early like I need to. HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

Author's Notes: Basic title because I'm too tired to do any more creativity. Generally inspired by Luna65's "Josh's Fright Night Festival (that wasn't)" on AO3 and @gretavandumbass 's artwork on Insta for inktober2018. # 6 is 200 words because I couldn't make it fit. #4 is twincest if you wanna skip it

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#1

"Time to get SPOOKY!" Sam yelled, a small pumpkin in one hand and a red, light up skull in the other.

Jake grabbed a silvery witch hat from a nearby rack and plopped it onto his head.

Danny looked at his bestie thoughtfully, adding a magician's cape and skeletal sunglasses to the ensemble.

"There!"

"Hold that pose, darling," Josh said, and stepped back to get a good camera angle.

At the last, second, Sam awkwardly shuffled over to a cauldron on the floor and propped his foot on it like a Midwestern explorer.

*Snap*

"That's totes going on the 'gram!"

#2

"Back street's back, alright!" Sam sang along, dancing to the Halloween playlist he had going while he decorated the house. Bats were strung in low hanging swaths across the walls and doorways, Jack-o-lanterns grinned from the porch, and purple lights and silvery tinsel were wrapped around every railing and pillar.

He finished spreading metallic confetti over the black lace cloth on the table, artfully arranging a few blood red candles and dishes of candy on top. The authentic fringed suede vest and spurs on his thrift store boots completed his cowboy costume perfectly.

"Sammy, what the fuck it's fucking MAY!"

#3

"Trick or Treat!"

"Daniel, get the fuck back inside and stop trying to eat all the candy."

Danny pouted.

"I was just trying to see if you'd actually answer the door! I haven't heard you talk to trick or treaters all night and I was starting to think you were saving all the candy for yourself."

Jake snorted. "Please! I just have some subtlety so I can *frighten* them like I'm *supposed* to. Now fucking get in here and watch the damn movie."

"But it's scary!"

"Oh for the love of- go cuddle with your boyfriend, then, you big baby."

#4

!!!! Contains twincest skip if you don't like!!!!!

But *goddamn* did Josh look amazing in that costume.

And hilarious. But mostly hot.

His abs were perfectly on display in that little crop top, as was his spectacular ass in those booty shorts. Whatever gloss was on his lips just made them SO kissable it wasn't even funny.

Jake was glad he was wearing loose pants for once.

Up ahead, a few guys laughed and jeered at Josh. He blew them all a kiss and wiggled his ass as he strutted bye, Jake following, drooling, hot on his tail.

"Can't believe you actually dressed up like a bimbo slut."

#5

"Sammy, could you... would you please stop that?" Danny begged, sounding borderline desperate.

"What?" Sam asked, fluttering his eyelashes innocently. He gave the lollipop another slow swirl with his tongue.

"That."

"You mean I can't eat the candy I worked hard for? For shame, Daniel, let a man enjoy the fruits of his labor."

"You'll be enjoying the fruits of *my* labor if you don't knock it off," Danny whispered, suddenly crowding Sam against the kitchen counter. "I'll fuck you right here where anyone could walk in at any moment if you don't stop."

Sam smiled and took another lick.

#6

"Stop fucking with your teeth! And don't touch your face, you'll ruin the make up," Josh snapped, adjusting Jake's hair so that it was '. tussled' or whatever it was called.

"But they're awkward! I can barely close my mouth," Jake grumbled, almost indecipherable through the mouthful of plastic.

Josh looked at him and sighed. He looked fucking ridiculous, not like the sexy vampire he was at all.

"Okay, here, you can wear the press on fangs. Just be careful not to lose them if you eat anything, they pop off super easy."

"Aww, such a good big brother, taking care of me."

"Well, I can't have you out there looking like a mess ruining *my* reputation. What would people think if I couldn't do decent makeup and styling?"

Jake rolled his eyes. "Such a drama queen. Now stop touching me, I know I look hot but seriously."

Josh huffed and ran his hands over Jake's torso, just to spite him, then finally stepped back.

"Okay, there, done. Now go; be hot, have fun, use protection, and bring me back some candy."

"Anything for you, sugar." Jake purred. Josh smacked his ass just for that as he was leaving. Lunatic.

[spideyy-girl]

Newcomers Pt. II ~ Enoch O’Connor

Request: part two for Newcomers, please??

Summary:

Fandom: Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children

Warnings: Yeah it’s a bit violent, and a little bit of ooc Enoch sorry. 

Word Count: 2102 (5.8 pages)

Date: August 28th, 2018

A/N: so here is part two of Newcomers! If you want to check out the first one, I’ll put a link RIGHT HERE. I would probably suggest reading it, but I don’t think you have to if you want to. Sorry if it’s really bad, was posted a while ago on my old blog. PLEASE SEND IN REQUESTS!!!

Happy Reading! ~Ciara xo

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I’ve been here for less than a week and Jake has somehow already found a way to screw up. Barron, some evil guy that apparently killed Abe, has now stolen Miss Peregrine and guess how that happened. I love Jake to bits, but he can be so damn gullible. 

So here we are. Me, Jake, and the other peculiar kids now on a quest to save their beloved headmistress. I had become good friends with the children, except Emma, she didn’t seem as fond of me, probably because she’s in love with Jake and all and thinks that I’m hoarding him. But don’t get me wrong, she’s still a lovely person, I think. Also, Jake had found his peculiarity, he can see the monsters, the hollowgasts. Really creepy things that are like seven feet tall and they tentacles coming out of their mouths and they use them to take out the eyes of peculiar children for their lunch. Lovely, right? Those are the things we’re supposed to get through to save the Bird.

Yet, I’ve still to find out what my peculiarity is. Enoch says I must have one if I was able to get through the loop, but I was really starting to doubt him. I suggested that I might’ve only been able to get through that loop since I was with Jake., but he quickly shut that down, saying that it still wasn't possible. 

Enoch walked up to me, I was leaning against the rusty railing of the ship Emma pulled up from the ocean floor, just as I was. We were both drenched, water literally dripping from our clothes. But then again, we did just jump into a large body of water. He was holding Claire in his arms, resting her on his hip. She gave me a polite smile and waved to me.

“Hello, Y/N!” she says excitedly as she jumps out of Enoch’s arms and gives me a hug, well, my legs. I laugh and crouched down at her level to give her a proper hug.

“Hi, darling,” I whisper and she giggles. I laugh too as I pull away and tuck a strand of her curly dirty blonde hair behind her ear, careful not to touch her mouth on the back of her head.

“Why don’t you go and play with Fiona or something, Claire,” Enoch suggested, pushing her a little with his foot. She nodded, said goodbye, and went off to find her friend.

“Aww, why’d she have to go? Now I’m stuck with you,” I say playfully, faking a look of disgust. He rolled his eyes, trying not to let his smile get through.

“Very funny, Y/N,” he says sarcastically, as he leans on the railing beside me. We both stay quiet for the next few moments, jut admiring the day, even though it wasn’t a very good one. “So, you have any clue on your peculiarity yet?” He asked, breaking the silence. I shook my head.

“Nope,” I said, sighing. I rested my elbow on the rusty railing and put my head in the palm of my hand. “I’m telling you, I not special like you guys. I just got in ‘cause I was with Jake!”

He shook his head immediately. “Impossible,” he says, looking at me. “The loop doesn’t work like that.”

“Whatever you say,” I argue. But a small part of me inside was really hoping he was right.

Me, Jake, Emma, and Millard walk off the shipwrecked cruise ship onto the abandoned pier at Blackpool. Jake looked around before his pale blue eyes fell upon what looked like a worn down carnival ride.

“This can’t be it, can it?” he asked, looking at us. I merely shrugged as Emma replied.

“Loop entrances can be anywhere. The one in London is in a subway tunnel,” she responded looking in between him and the loop entrance. Jake gave a small nod and headed towards the old ride, Millard, Emma and I coming up close behind. As we went through the tunnel, the cracked wood and eery sense coming from the loop turned into a fun and bright one, with light up skulls to dancing skeletons hung up from the ceiling.

“Are you sure this is it?” I asked, peering out the door. Emma walked up beside me, looking out too.

“I think so,” She said, a bit sassily might I add. Outside there were crowds of people in a busy amusement park, the only thing that stayed the same was the Blackpool tower looming over us. We headed over to the tall structure, Millard obviously having to get undressed and complaining about how cold it was, and began our plan.

We were getting Miss Peregrine back.

All the peculiar children and I stood in our positions in the tent, listening in on Barren’s conversation with his little posse. I sat crouched down behind the railing separating the seats from the stage, my Y/E/C eyes peering over the edge, careful not to be caught.

“I assure you,” he sneered to them after a long rant “I will not stand idly by, to see my destiny derailed.” He finished as he turned around, only to be blown back by Emma’s big breath of wind. Jake fired his crossbow, missing Barren’s head and hitting the target behind him. Barren’s friends soon stood up, heading toward the pair.

“Hugh, do it now!” Jake exclaimed as Hugh poo[ed out from his hiding spot, opening his mouth to let hundreds of bees out and attack them. They tried to swat them away, the female ripping her coat off and trying to use that, showing off her ape-like legs and tail. She climbed a pole in an attempt to get away as the red-headed male ran into the kiddie pool full of water.

“Come back here! Get them!” Barren screamed as monkey woman swung down and picked up a bucket of knives, throwing them at Hugh, Emma and Jake. “You think you can stand in my way? You, Jake, content to age and die as if you had no the gift of peculiarity at all? As well as your little girlfriend you brought along.”

All of the sudden, Enoch popped out and tried to hit him with a bat, but missed and Barron knocked him down, leaving him unconscious. I couldn’t help the outburst come from my lips.

“Enoch!” I yelled in panic, big mistake. Barron turned towards my direction, I saw him smirk before hiding behind the wall, hopefully going unnoticed.

“Speaking of the devil,” He says, I could hear the taunt in his voice and his thudding footstep walking closer. “I am the higher being! I hold the secret to eternal life!” He says, only a few meters away from where I stood crouched down on the ground, trying not to go into the crazy panic mode.

“Sorry to interrupt,” Olive said, touching Barron’s shoulder and catching it on fire. I’d have to thank her later. Barron looked behind him to see his coat in flames and took it off, swinging it at Olive until she fell to the ground defenceless. Jake cued Bronwyn as he shot another arrow at the Wight.

“You missed me again, Jake! I take it accuracy is not your peculiarity.” He criticized before getting hit in the face with Bronwyn’s chair. He fell to the ground and groaned, but still got up without an effort. He took the crossbow and threw Jake down as he went to attack him. He then walked to the back, presumably where he kept the Ymbrynes, where Jake and Emma followed him.

I was about to run after them when I heard a small voice scream. I stood up to see that man had put little Bronwyn into the kiddie pool he had jumped in earlier and started to freeze the surface of it. And that’s what really threw me off the edge. No way was I going to let my little girl die.

“Hey!!” I yelled louder than I thought was possible, as I jumped from behind the railing. “Why don’t you go pick on someone your own size, you bastard.” He chuckled darkly, stopping his process in freezing Bronwyn in, so Fiona went to go help her out. 

“And what are you going to do about it?” He asked manically. My eyes went from their usual pretty shade of Y/E/C to a deep glowing red, and as I raised my hand, I noticed it had also turned that same colour. He started to gag as my fingers curled slightly. I raised my hand higher and his feet were no longer on the ground.

Everyone stared at me in awe, even Enoch who had previously just awoken. Although I was not aware of this, I was too concentrated, too focused on making sure that this cruel man would feel the pain he made my new family feel. Monkey woman jumped down to try and get me off of him, but I threw her down with my other hand, and picking her up as well, doing the same thing to her as I was doing to her friend.

“You deserve what’s to come to you. You deserve to die slowly and painfully for what you have down, not only to my family but to all of the other peculiar children you have brutally murdered!” I spat in there faces. “You're lucky I’m feeling nice today, or that would be exactly what’s happening now.”

I violently turned my hands while closing my fists, snapping both of their necks, their now dead bodies falling to the floor with an audible ‘thump’. I fell to my knees, my head spinning, and my eyes and hands turning back to their usual colour. I looked up to see Bronwyn, Fiona, Claire, the twins, and Horace running up to me and grabbing me in a great group hug. I laughed as I wrapped my arms around them as well.

I smiled and stood up with the help of Olive. “Well done on finally finding out your peculiarity, we all knew you had it in you.” She said as she engulfed me in a hug too. I giggled and thanked her before letting her go. That left me with only one person.

Enoch walked up to me, the biggest smile I’ve ever seen on anyone, let alone him, on his face as he wrapped his long arms around me and swung me up in the air, twirling me around, and setting my back on the ground again, his arms still around my waist tightly.

“What did I say?” He said, his smile still big, if possible getting bigger. “I told you that you had it in you, and as you know, I’m never wrong.”

I rolled my eyes. “Why don’t you shut it?” I say playfully. He smirked.

“Make me.” He replied before I cut him off with my lips on his, kissing him. He quickly responded, kissing me back with just as much passion. It was like nothing else mattered, nothing else existed other than him and me. That is until I heard the kids making puking noises at us.

We pulled apart. I laughed at them as Enoch got slightly mad and told them to piss off. I wrapped my arms around his neck again and gave him a quick peck on the lips, which seemingly cheered him up again. I turned back to everyone else.

Well, what are we waiting for?” I yell enthusiastically. “Let’s go save Miss Peregrine!” And we did. Everyone got back safely to the loop, saying their goodbyes on their way in. I started to cry as the children one by one gave me they’re last hugs and farewells. As Enoch came up, a gave him a sweet kiss and he held me tightly in his arms for a while before we departed, and that's when I went completely Niagara Falls. I knew that I couldn’t leave him. Jake knew he couldn’t leave Emma. And we didn’t.

I spent years trying to get back in time. Travelling loop by loop with Jake all across the world. From California to Tokyo to London, going through a whole bunch of crazy scenarios. Which led us back to where we were now, running down the Blackpool pier from all those years ago. I thought it was stupid as I went through it all. All of this, years of commitment, for some boy? But then I would remember, remember him, remember everyone else...

And for once, I was happy for being the Newcomer.

[ajw720]

this song & the rest definitely don't sound like they come from a dude in a happy hetero relationship for a million years. there are a LOT of non-fandom people that suspect or assume d is closeted. and new audiences will hear him singing about love in /this/ way. that's gonna be what sticks. the vast majority don't notice or give af about anything involving M. i do think this is a step in his process. even if it's not totally the way he would have wanted. this is just a prelude to the next part

I once again am thinking about his quote during that most painful interview. You recall, the one that went out of its way to make D reinforce the PR story and he stated:

“What I can find are the common denominators of what it is to feel scared, what it feels to be marginalized. And I will carry that torch until the day I die.”

The reason I bring this up is that this quote sounded like the opposite of a straight guy in a relationship with a female person for many, many moons with seemingly no issues at all.  And despite AB’s attempt at making the interview about how straight D is, it actually very much highlighted the truth. That he is living with something that will haunt him for the rest of his life.

Which brings me to the EP and the songs that are being released.  Some of the most poignant lyrics from my fav, The Day the Dance is Over

Many times you have carried me higher up than I can reach, but this time your on my shoulder

You can put away your costume, you can be yourself, there is nothing to be scared of

They can turn all the lights out leave us standing in the dark but i’m not going anywhere love no

And then we have I Don’t Mind

Darling, I don't mindWhat they think they'll findOf all the secrets they have told,At least I've still got you to holdSo, darling I don't mind

Babe, it ain't no thingThat viper venom stingCause even if it got your goatI'd kiss you with the antidote

And of course, a quote from IDAD, again, where he chose to change the pronouns, which was such a deliberate and intentional move, as this is NOT a love song, but instead about being deceived by someone/something you thought you loved (figuratively speaking of the hollywood dream and those who ripped away his dreams).

But the tigers come at night,With their voices soft as thunder,As they tear your hope apart,And they turn your dream to shame.

I think these lyrics speak for themselves. It is the same idea as the quote above. PR can valiantly try to tell one story, but if you listen, actually listen to D, you know there is so much more than the story being sold. This is why i say, anyone who is reading and comprehending the lyrics, particularly of the two love songs D wrote, cannot argue that it is about his perfect PR relationship. Because these songs scream of a love that is beautiful and rare but has faced obstacle after obstacle.

So I agree, i think anyone listening to this album with an open mind, who isn’t blinded, will see that there perhaps is more to the story. Especially those who don’t know or care about M, which likely is the majority of his fans. 

Better, when he is free, which i think is sooner than most believe, even those who believe in the PR will be able to look back at these songs and see just how much D tried to speak in every manner possible.

As always, I am so proud of him and what he has done despite the constraints. And I agree, this EP is absolutely s step in the right direction even if it was not released under the circumstances I believe D would have preferred. 

It is in fact a perfect prelude to the next chapter.