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[beavetter]

I did this a while ago

[pinguwrites]

Sub!Robert Fischer where he's tied up and being overstimmed repeatedly. He's crying his eyes out while reader degrades him for being spoiled and rich (I've been reading ur work for some time, but requesting for the first time!)

I’m glad you like my work and I’m glad you requested as well!

Drabble: you degrade and overstimulate Rob

pairing | sub!robert fischer x girlfriend!reader

Warning: overstimulation, degradation/ a little bit of praise, loads of crying from rob, impact play, dom/mean!reader, sub!robert, daddy issues, p in v sex, mention of teasing/edging, robert's a masochist at this point, they have a safeword, ma'am kink

Disclaimer: Inception characters, plots, quotes, etc. do not belong to me and belong to the rightful owner(s). This is only fanfiction and this is just for fun.

A/N: Sorry I haven't posted in a while. I wrote like 7k for one fic, and 6k for another, and I progressively got slower the closer I got to finishing, it's like a fucking exponential graph. That's why I haven't been writing smaller things, but you know what? Fuck that. I told myself I was going to stay dedicated but now I'mma just do what I want.

Robert gazed up at you as you crawled on top of him, his lower lip wobbling, tears dripping down his cheek like rain. He savored the brief touch of your hands on his chest, and whined when you moved away, but he made sure not to be too loud, lest he get some punishment.

"Ma'am?" Robert asked tentatively, not sure wether he was alowed to speak or not.

"Yes, Rob?" you hummed, focusing on tightening his restraints. Just a few minutes before Robert had been squirming and squealing, tugging on his ropes, and now that you were done with that particular bit of torture, you had to make sure they were secure again.

“Can you ride me?” he asked. “Please?”

"Dunno."

Robert shifted his legs. Gosh, you loved his legs. His thighs were so soft and lightly haired, you loved running your hands across them, no matter how many times he complained your touch was cold.

"Do you think you deserve it?" you added.

"You've been edging me for so long," he pathetically whimpered. "I need — "

" — Of course you do," you cut him off. "What am I even saying? You rich fuckers are all the same — spoiled, bratty. Just a need a strong woman to put them in their place, huh?”

Robert's eyes glistened. He was about to sob again. Good thing you brought tissues.

"It's not like that. Please, just . . ."

"Then what's it like?"

Robert stayed silent, clearly afraid of saying the wrong thing. You already knew the answer. It was his fetish, his kink, but he also liked being cared for and nurtured and guided. You just wanted to hear him say it, but judging at way he was behaving, you weren't sure if you could get a coherent response out of him that wasn't a beg to be fucked.

You slapped him across the face, savoring the little noise he made.

"Should've known your mouth was no good for anything. Stupid puppy."

"Yeah," he nodded eagerly, his cock twitching. "M'just a stupid puppy for you. Please, please, fuck me."

"Won't even offer to eat me out? You haven't made me come a single time today."

Robert looked down, embarrassed.

"Fine."

Without a warning you sunk down onto his cock, drenching him with your wet juices, your tits bouncing in the air. He let out a moan, his head hitting the pillow, eyes closing, relaxing as he finally, finally got the release he wanted.

But when he came, you didn't stop. You still hadn't come, and you weren't stopping until you did.

"Pretty boy," you said, then looked down with a fake pout. "Aww? Is this too much for you?"

"Y-yes," he choked out.

"Well, you're gonna have to fucking deal with it."

He shook his head adamantly.

"Isn't this what you asked for?" His eyes rolled. You pat his cheeks, getting him to focus on you. "Color?" you asked.

". . . Ah, greeeen!"

"There ya go," you cooed, moving your hips up and down. "I wouldn't be doing this if I knew you couldn't handle it. Now, tell me — tell me you're my bitch."

"I'm your bitch!" Robert sobbed, his body shaking. "I just need you so bad all the time, ma'am, I can't help myself."

"I know," you soothed, wiping his tears. "I know. You're doing so well."

That seemed to calm him down a little. Praise always did.

"I just wanna be good for you, ma'am." You could tell he was getting ready to come again.

"You are — you're a good boy," you reassured. "Now stop squiggling, okay? Or I'm going to have to punish you again."

Robert nodded, feeling like his brain was melting. At this point, you could do anything to him and he would be on his knees, thanking you.

Taglist: @henrywintersdearestgirl @shroombloom-rry @meetmeatyourworst @mrkdvidal1989 @madnessandobsession @slut4thebroken

[do-you-ship-it-polls]

I am the first anon who posted about misandry. Thank you for your answer, I understand better why you posted this banner.

I just want to make a distinction between what I'd call feminist misandry and TERF misandry.

My friends are the farthest you can imagine from TERF (a lot of them are even trans). They are misandric because a lot have suffered from cis-men. For them, misandry is a protective instinct: if you meet a group of cis-men, be careful.

They hate cis-men as an oppressive group. They don't take a essentialistic view of masculinity, but a sociological one. Men are a group of power, that can abuse it, and they will protect each other. And of course, they don't include trans women in it. (A lot of the feel waaaaay safer with trans women than cis men).

That has nothing to do with TERFs, who use misandry to say "trans women are oppressors" or "trans women are essentially men"

Anyway, I understand the desire to piss off terfs and radfems. But I'd be sad if the word "misandry" was appropriated by them.

Sorry to bring that discourse, and thank you for the clarification!

genuinely don't understand why people are so deadset on identifying themselves as bigots who think 50% of humanity is out to get them. like, being against the patriarchy means you're a feminist or anti-sexist or ideally just a normal person but idk how many people agree. irrational hatred of men is not the same as wanting to knock the patriarchy down, all it does is just: be irrational hatred against men. when there's discussions like this, it also verges on "trans men aren't real men" territory because for some people, they are the exception. until they go on T and dress in a masculine way, then they're too cis man-like to participate in queer spaces (dunno how common it is, but it does happen!)

english isn't my first language, nor have I grown up in an american culture, so I wonder if it's my use of the word misandry that sets people off? like, is that a loaded word? because the definition of misandry is simply "hatred against men". it doesn't mean you feel uncomfortable with men or are scared of them, it means you hate men. I never thought that I would get so much shit for saying that it's weird to have such a deep, blind hatred for half of humanity. I don't think the word can be appropriated my radfems/terfs because there's nothing to be taken out of context, it means the same thing for anyone who uses the word.

why not just call yourself a feminist, an anti-sexist person, an anti-patriarchy person, etc etc. why do you label yourself as a person who hates all men for being born men and no matter what they do, they can never become a good person because they were born as men? I'm genuinely so baffled. not that anyone is planning on changing their mind about this, atleast not me.

thanks to the comments and asks that confirm to me that I'm not crazy for thinking this lol. also, I'm just some guy behind the screen. you can unfollow, block me, ask me to remove your submissions from the queue, whatever.

Just a fun side note, you know who started this discourse in the first place? All of this about transandrophobia and misandry?

little chihiro over on my queer blog... (I really liked the headcanon so if the person who submitted them sees this, i'm not saying it's your fault at all) just funny that it's this little cute character.

I should probably stop answering asks about his now.

[callofdudes]

Little drabble. Summary: Work sucks, Simon is here to tell you to take a break and care for yourself.

@itsscromp

The base had been crowded for way too long. Or so it felt that way. Running around constantly, feeling burnt out from the lack of breaks as you all tried to keep the base in order and on top. A new flurry of recruits had been transferred in and you were running papers back and forth and training regimens like it was a sport.

Unfortunately your lack of any breaks hadn't particularly helped you in any way. Feeling from the lack of food, the lack of sleep. The things going on in your mind as you flopped down at your desk for the final time just as another pile of papers was delivered.

Your head fell into your hands, wanting even just a nap. But your day wasn't over and break was yet to come. You exhaled heavily, attempting to sit up and look at the paper, staring at it. More files to fill out over and over in the same order.

It felt like the same damn thing and you couldn't handle it. Feeling drained and exhausted from the labor load you weren't used to carrying. As if the whole base was weighing on your back. Even if it wasn't true.

Then there was a knock at the office door, a familiar figure drifting into the entryway. "You busy??"

"What do you think??" You replied tiredly, hunched over your work.

Simon hummed softly. "Sergeants and I are headin' for a drink later, feeling up to comin'?"

You shrug. "I dunno... I don't think I have the energy today guys. I think I'm just gonna go straight to bed."

Simon was quiet for a moment, about to leave it at that when he saw how exhausted you were. The way you zoned out a little, barely holding yourself up like your spine weighed a thousand pounds.

He came to the side of your desk, touching your back. "Come, you need sleep."

"Simon I have to finish this."

"It's ok, you don't have to do it now."

"But if I don't do it now I'll never be able to do it!" You look up at him, the clear frustration in your eyes.

Simon remained soft, silent. "It isn't due for a week Y/n, you can spare some sleep. Come on." His other hand came to your elbow and helped to lift you up out of your chair.

"I know it's frustrating and exhausting, but we'll get through it. It's just some extra work, old man won't chew ya out for a nap."

You nod, hugging him as tight as you could. "Can you stay??"

He runs his hand down your back. "Wasn't plannin' to leave. I'll tell the others I'm busy, right?"

"Right."

Simon nods, bringing you to your room. There he let's you get out of your gear and slip into something more comfortable. When you're ready he comes in and gets into your bed first.

You don't hesitate to climb on, snuggling up to him, nuzzling under his chin and getting comfortable in the protection of his large frame.

"I got you sergeant." Simon said quietly, rumble soaking through his voice, vibrating against your chest.

Your eyes close and you wrap your arms around him as tightly as you could. "Thanks Simon."

He closes his eyes, still rubbing your back gently. "Always, I got you. I always got you."

Simon always took care of you, even when you forgot to take care of yourself. The exhaustion took a toll on you, falling asleep in his arms, knowing you were safe where you were. You slept longer than you expected, but it was good.

You woke up to the quiet sounds of rain trickling down your window. Simon still holding you close. It was warm, and comfy. You looked around, your eyes still a little heavy. So you rested against Simon, listening to the rain, feeling comforted again.

Simon shifted, humming as he woke up, something he did a lot. He noticed you awake and loosened his grip a tad. "Sleep well then??"

You nod, snuggling up to him again. "Yeah, slept great. Only with you though."

"Glad I could be here then. Just making sure my sergeants to kill themselves, run yourselves into the ground. I can't let that happen, right?"

"Right." You whisper.

Simon sat up, slowly shifting you out of his arms. "Don't move, I'll be right back."

"Where are you going??"

"I'll be right back." He repeats, sliding off the bed and patting across the floor to the door. He slipped out and remain gone for a bit.

When you heard the door click open again you smiled, the smile growing when you saw Simon had a plate of food and a cup of water. "Suppose you didn't get dinner."

"Thank you, Si."

You sit up, shifting as Simon places the plate on your lap. He places down the cup of water on your nightstand and waits, watching.

It's a little creepy but, he probably doesn't mean it that way. "you gonna sit back down buddy?"

Simon nods. "Yes... Just want to make sure you're eating. Can't have something happening later on."

"Well that's very kind of you Simon."

"I'm not three."

You shrug. "Come on, get comfy again big guy. Once I'm finished this I'm still wanting cuddles."

He shrugs, crawling back into the bed, snuggling under the blankets in waiting. His eyes close, resting there, listening to you. Aware of what you're doing.

You finish the food and drink the glass of water. Once it has a moment to settle you snuggle back under the blankets as well and curl right up to Simon.

Simon huffs and smiles softly under the mask, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you against him. "Get all the rest you need." He whispers.

Your hands curl up, eyes closing and listening to Simon's thumping heartbeat. A steady reminder you weren't alone. Even when the workload felt too much for you to lift alone. You weren't alone.

You always had them there for you. Him. You had Simon and the others. Always there to take the hand that needs help. Because that's what a team does. That's what friends do.

So damn it if Simon won't help you. Because he will. He always will.

Not the longest thing but I wanted to make it. After work cuddle comfort.

[panandinpain0]

My friend (that’s ur new title, u can’t relinquish it sorry HAHAHAH) can I ask for a prequel to Under the Willow Tree- what happened with that kiss I needs to know bro you can’t do me dirty like this 😭😭 fr tho feel free to put this one on the backburner

The Kiss

Coming right up mango! (I love my new title and you can take it from my cold dead hands)

(and I know, I'm super creative with titles)

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Requested by: @mailmango

Ron Weasley x Male!Ravenclaw!Granger!Reader

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Walking with some of his friends, (Y/N) was trying to decide what to do in his free period.

"-And my mother keeps trying to get me to date the neighbor boy, too! She just won't quit it!" Rylie Hops, a fellow Ravenclaw, exclaimed to (Y/N), who just now tuned into the conversation.

"What's the neighbor boy got that I don't have?" Cooper Brand flirted with Rylie, the Slytherin as cunning as they come.

Rolling his eyes, as he always found himself in the middle of their flirting, (Y/N) sighed and looked around. He spotted his older sister and her friends and decided it was time to leave the conversation (not that he was much part of it in the beginning).

"I'll see you guys later, yeah? I've got to go ask Hermione something," he cut Cooper off, not that he really cared.

"Oh, see you (Y/N)!" Cooper waved him off as he walked.

"I'll save you a seat at dinner!" Rylie called before turning back to Cooper.

Approaching the frizzy haired sixth year, (Y/N) waved to her.

"Hey 'Mione!"

"(Y/N), I thought you had Astronomy?" Hermione asked, gearing up to scold him for skipping a period.

"No, I had it just barely, it's my free period now. Cooper and Rylie are at it again so I figured I'd join you guys. Harry, Ron," he nodded to them in greeting.

"(Y/N)," Ron greeted back with a smile, Harry vaguely waving as he stared at someone across the courtyard.

"They're still at it?" Hermione questioned, looking back down at her book and twirling her quill. "You just need to tell them they like each other."

"It doesn't work like that, 'Mione. Cooper is in love with Rylie so he jokingly flirts with her because he thinks that's how he'll win her heart, but Rylie thinks they're just that; jokes! I think it's best to just leave them to figure it out on their own," (Y/N) replied, sitting on the bench next to Hermione and Ron, trying to avoid Harry (who was sitting on the ground in front of the bench for some reason).

"Love is so stupid," Hermione scoffed, shaking her head and writing something on her parchment.

"I don't know, it could be kind of fun!" Ron shrugged, looking at (Y/N). (Y/N) turned to look at him but Ron turned before he could get caught.

"How would you know?" Harry laughed, patting his friends shoe.

"Oh, what do you know about love, Harry?"

"Not enough..."

Leaning over to whisper to Ron, (Y/N) looked Harry up and down.

"What's up with him?" (Y/N) whispered.

"I dunno, I've been trying to pry it out of him for days, but no luck."

Whatever Harry had been looking at didn't seem to hold his interest anymore as he turned around to face his friends on the bench.

"(Y/N), you're really good at transfiguration, right?"

"What isn't he good at?" Ron asked rhetorically, missing (Y/N)'s surprised look.

"McGonagall loves you," Harry went on, Hermione hesitantly looking up from her book as she caught on to what he was saying.

"Um, I s'pose. Why?" (Y/N) replied with a head tilt.

"We need your help with something-"

"Are you sure we should be wrapping him up in all this?" Ron asked, his question going unheard.

"Meet us under the staircase by the One-Eyed-Witch statue after dinner, alright?" Harry continued.

"Uh... okay?" (Y/N) agreed, unsure as to what they'd need a fifth year for.

"You really don't have to if you don't want to," Ron reassured him, shaking his head at Harry's eagerness.

"It would help us loads, I know how you are with transfiguration, but Ron's right. Come if you want, it's okay if you don't," Hermione put a comforting hand on (Y/N)'s shoulder.

"I'll be there," (Y/N) shrugged.

...

"So, what do you need my help for?" (Y/N) asked as he got close enough to the trio under the staircase.

"We've planned this prank for Malfoy-"

"Hermione, you're planning a prank?" (Y/N) asked his sister incredulously, kind of impressed.

"I didn't want to but you know how I am with Malfoy," was her response.

"The point is we need a specific transfiguration spell that takes a lot of skill and concentration," Harry informed.

"Why can't Hermione do it?"

It was silent for a moment when Ron spoke up, "Because you're better than her at transfiguration."

With raised eyebrows, (Y/N) turned to his sister.

Hermione let out a sigh and rolled her eyes, "It's true. I've never told you but you are better than me at transfigurations, and I can't do the spell."

"Alright what's the spell?" (Y/N) chuckled.

Harry handed him a piece of paper with the information on it.

"Just look into it and practice it, we'll need you in a week," Harry told him, patting him on the shoulder. "Thanks, mate."

"It's not like I've got anything better to do." (Y/N) shrugged.

"Harry, look," Hermione whispered to her friend, pointing up the stairs. Whatever they saw had them running up them, but (Y/N) and Ron stayed where they were.

"A prank on the Slytherins, huh?" (Y/N) laughed as he put the slip of paper into his bag.

"Yeah, just Malfoy acting like the ferret he is," Ron joked back, leaning against the wall. (Y/N) joined him there, twiddling his thumbs.

Ron rubbed the back of his neck, glancing over at (Y/N) nervously.

"I've been thinking about what we were talking about the other day, in the courtyard..." Ron trailed off.

"What, Cooper and Rylie?"

"Yeah, the love thing. And I was wondering... have you ever been in love?"

Taken aback, (Y/N) blinked and gulped, trying to think.

"Uhm... I'd like to think so."

Ron nodded for a bit, looking deep in thought.

"Did they love you back?"

"I'm not sure... I haven't done anything about it. Yet."

"Oh. Well, what does it feel like?"

(Y/N) hummed in thought, "It hurts. I'm not sure if it's just because I don't know if he likes me back, or if being in love just hurts like this, but it hurts."

"'He'?"

(Y/N) nodded, looking at his shoes.

"Being in love, at least for me, is thinking about them. Not all of the time like some people say, but whenever you're life pauses for a moment... like you're outside and suddenly everything but the breeze stops and the sun is setting, it's tranquil. And the only thing I can think is that I want him there with me. Or when I make myself coffee I wonder how he likes his, or if he prefers tea instead...

And when he talks to me my heart feels like it's running right out of my chest, and I'm just so sure that my face is on fire, because that's what it feels like." (Y/N) turned to Ron, taking a deep breath.

"Have you ever been in love?"

Ron slowly cupped (Y/N)'s cheek, looking into his eyes to make sure it was okay. When he didn't object he took his hand with his free one and leaned in until their lips barely touched.

"I think so."

(Y/N) leaned forward and sealed the kiss, his free hand holding Ron's elbow. Their lips moved together, a partnership that would change their friendship forever. Ron couldn't believe he was doing this, not that he was thinking about much other than how sweet (Y/N) tasted on his lips, the cider on his mouth still lingering after dinner.

Butterflies swarmed (Y/N)'s stomach, violent and harsh compared to the daydream people write about.

"(Y/N)?" Hermione shouted as she walked down the stairs. "Ron?"

The boys gasped and pulled apart, (Y/N) wiping at his mouth before turning towards Hermione, clearing his throat.

He knew he looked like he'd just been making out with his big sisters best friend, but would she know that?

"Yeah, Hermione?" (Y/N) tried to hide the tremor in his voice.

"Aren't you two coming? Harry's run off after the Hufflepuff girl again and I can't find him."

"We'll help you look," Ron agreed, nodding and running a had through his hair.

Hermione looked them up and down suspiciously for a moment, but turned around eventually anyways.

Not knowing what to do, or say, the boys silently followed after her- not looking at each other.

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Was this good? I need more practice with kissing scenes :/

Hope this was a good prequel for you mango!

-Author Max <3

[can-ya-guess-my-curent-obsession]

Could you pretty please write 2D with a super clingy s/o? If you do, thank you !!!

2D with an extremely clingy GN!S/O

Authors note: Of course I can write this for you anon :). Thank you for requesting and have a lovely day!

[Extra note: Sorry it kinda feels a bit short but I my brain can't come up with much else with out getting too far from the actual request.

Also my favorite Gif of 2d]

Requests: closed

Edited: Nopes

Pairing: 2D x GN!reader

Phase: unspesified

You two are just two peas in a pod ain't ya

like seriously, you to are perfect

I mean this dude's middle name is clingy

He just wants to be around you constantly

And apparently so do you

Though admittedly

2D's clinginess does have some limits and exceptions that might interfered with your clinginess

Like as much as he like cuddling, he isn't the type to want to be pressed up against you constantly

So if that's your kinda clingy than there's gonna need to be some boundaries set

Cuz at first Stu enjoys the long form contact but as the day goes on and he gets more sweaty and he becomes more aware of the sensations on his skin it can cause sensory over load for him and he might start bugging out

But that's only if you're shoved up right next to each other

Like he has no issue with prolonged extensive contact in the right setting, like cuddling in bed all day or layzing around on the couch with each other

He can do that it's all about environment

but like he could hold your hand for like 3 hours straight, cuz that kinda more casual touch is his jam

Also sorry but he doesn't check his phone

So like if your long distance for long time and you need to get your fix of 2D loving than good luck contacting him, the guy hardly goes on his phone, and when he does it's probably to play and mobile game when in the car

I don't see Stu putting notifications on either cuz he thinks there obnoxious, and he doesn't know how to silence individual apps

So like you could be spamming him and he'll just be sitting around probably playing video games

The only time he notices is when he goes to check the time on his phone and he just sees a wall of notifications from is S/O

<Hey Stu I missed you, how's tour been going?

<Stu?

<Hello? Stuart

<2D?

<Stuart please answer me, I miss yooooouuuuuu!

<Baby pleassseeeee-

<...

<Stuart Pot pick up the damn phone please

_Click here to see other 20+ messages from 'Love♡'_

Stuart stared at his phone for a moment before, texting back-

<hi

2D's texts are very lack luster :/

I dunno but he probably uses Facebook to video call you

Because I think he doesn't like voice calls, he likes to see a person's face as he talks to them, or at least his S/O's face

But when you call you call for hours, like it's insane.

Stuart really doesn't mind if you clingy Infront of the band, public, or hell even in an interview if your on one

He doesn't care about what others think about your relationship

Or about how people perceive the fact that your clingy to him

If asked about it, he's honestly kinda confused

He unabashedly participates is PDA with his partner if they're comfortable

I don't think he would care if you sat in his lap or he sat in your in public

He lacks the ability to read the room, so you could be as clingy as you wanted in public because he isn't able to pick up on the fact that it might bother other people

"What do you mean, annoying? It doesn't bother me at all."

"Inappropriate? How?"

"S/O, is it true that normal couples don't do this?"

The only people he may be a bit more aware around is his parents

But of course there are moments where 2D need some space

Like right before live performances I could see 2D wanting to be alone for bit to prepare himself before getting kiss from his S/O before he goes onto stage

Or during his worse migraines he definitely needs to be alone

During the lighter ones he has no problem you you being around in fact he'll probably cling to you

But when it's real bad, people usually tend to make it worse

And 2D might start getting agitated and maybe a bit agressive due to the pain he's in

"Of course we can hold hands luv"

[iantimony]

tue … wednesday,

gif warning on this one!

i was gonna post this last night but apparently i am now the type of person who gets extreme digestive distress from indian food :-( so i was too distracted by my agonies. much better today, and i feel like i had a worse reaction a few weeks ago from indian food, so maybe it's something that will get better with time like everything else ...

listening: so my brother spontaneously bought us tickets to see st vincent in [redacted] while we're on vacation...i haven't listened to her in ages but i was like sure why not...her new album dropped on the 26th and it's SO good. i'm kinda obsessed and very excited to see her live now. it's a good album. listen to it.

listened/watched the wtyp on five over ones, and started the more recent one on the camp fire.

reading: continuing 'how to read poetry like a professor'. yum. poetry.

watching: once again, dunmeshi (my boyf keeps asking "when is best girl showing up" (izutsumi) and i finally was able to be like "i think next episode"), more asobi asobase. insane show. the voice actors are masters of their craft, truly. good lord.

playing: fallow.

making: some stuff came out of the kiln that i actually like! the cave painting mugs!!! i made One fatal error - i put a 'satin' topper over the outside assuming it would be matte. it. kinda isn't? kinda is? made these weird "jizzy" (instructor's words, not mine, lol) streaks. thankfully it isn't too noticeable and they came out really good otherwise. the hardest part has been photographing them, the designs go all the way around and choosing a favorite is so hard...i made a gif to try and capture it all lol, and i really love the little handprints on the handles. these will go in their own post in the next few days so i can tag the inspiring artist :)

i also threw some new ones to make more! i do think in the future i will be handbuilding them though. i just really don't like throwing red clay for some reason. maybe i just need to practice more i dunno. i've since trimmed and put handles on these but i forgor to take a photo.

citrus juicer! it works!! it came out a little more Orange than i anticipated, the only downsides are manually scooping out the seeds, and also that it can kinda only handle one fruit at a time, but man, whatever, it's so cute.

mug/teacup that i tried a new underglaze technique on, where i put the flowers on the greenware and then use liquid latex to cover them to just slather the thing in the bg color: works well, i did this for the mug from last week too! my mistake with this one was putting that same jizzy satin overglaze on the flowers and it made them weird and blurry. it's cute otherwise though.

some stuff going in the kiln for bisque: fun texture bowl and a little trinket dish that i underglazed some cherry blossom trees on, inspired by something a friend in class did!

in terms of new things, today is actually the last day of class for me til i get back in july, so i will be trimming a pot and plate that i made last week but will otherwise just work on things i already have! the goal is just to leave things in a place where no extra clay work needs to be done; things can be left as greenware til i get back.

i also made some little watercolor palettes! for some reason the last one i made i didn't carve out material, i just sort of pressed in, and this made the whole thing a little wonky, so i'm hoping these will lay flat because i carved material out

eating: nothing of crazy note. made deb smittenkitchen's soy glazed chicken again because it whips ass.

misc: wough...fucked up day......butter chicken for dinner knocked me for a major loop last night and i wasn't able to sleep til like 1:30am from the Agonies, woke up to feed the cats and then went right back to bed...didn't get up til noon...but now i feel loads better so i might try to do some light exercise this afternoon before pottery, otherwise sleeping tonight is gonna be a nightmare lol. the goal for the afternoon is to submit my last thing for classes (takehome exam, it's not bad i just have to finish it up, and then i officially finished my masters degree (!!!)) and then do a little more for my meeting tomorrow morning. this time next week my brother will be here with me, and that following weekend we drive home together, so everything is about to happen very fast! i'm not gonna be home for as long this summer, and won't just be rotting in my room the whole time, so hopefully things will go much more smoothly mental health wise. fingers crossed! things are looking up! :)

[taiblogcomics]

Fight for Our Rights and Wrongs

Hey there, pocket-sized musical spit waffles. Well, it's more Countdown today. I dunno how else to prepare you for that~

Here's the cover:

Oh boy, this is another one of those fetish covers, isn't it~? Once again, I'm pretty sure I've seen this exact sort of art on DeviantArt a load of times, right down to the size difference. I think this one at least has more broad appeal. And, honestly, I will admit there's probably some symbolism here. Definitely a cover that'd get people to get folks to buy it, and therefore it's an excellent cover. At least for doing what it's supposed to! Not my personal favourite, but not terrible~

Here's the recap: Mary Marvel is getting magic lessons from Zatanna, but might betray her. Jason Todd, Donna Troy, and friends are searching for Ray Palmer, but might be lost. Pied Piper and Trickster are chained together and on the run, but might be caught. Jimmy Olsen is applying to super teams, but might be in over his head. Holly Robinson and Harley Quinn are at a women's shelter, but might be recruited for something else. And Karate Kid and Una might be dying, but are looking for a cure. And we're still reading this comic, but might be getting tired of it~

So we open this comic with the Multiverse Crew being surrounded by anthropomorphic bug creatures. Jason rightly asks why they're still hanging around the Microverse when they've been told Ray Palmer isn't here. Well, Jason, it's because we need to pad out the series to get to the projected 52 issues. Bob the Monitor attributes it to some outside force jamming his tech, and Jason is rightly concerned by what could be strong enough to do that. Donna, meanwhile, figures they should just shut up and fight. Then she finds out the bugs know magic. Let's all be glad the bugs in our houses don't cast magic on us.

Another cliffhanger last issue left was Pied Piper and Trickster getting caught by Poison Ivy. She's also clearly giving them a pheromone bath, since Trickster's speech is all slurred and wobbly. Piper's isn't, however, and this is probably because he's gay. I'm not sure this is entirely how sexuality or pheromones work. And I don't think it matters anyway, because then Trickster stops slurring and begins to bluff his way out of the situation. Ivy doesn't believe they're there by coincidence, so Trickster plays that they're there because of whoever she's working for. And she buys this.

Okay, here's the actual cover story. Zatanna passes a Wish.com-looking Necronomicon to Mary Marvel, going "And when you're done with those volumes, start on this one." Mary Marvel, who is in civilian mode for the first time since she got her new powers in this series, is not thrilled with doing more homework. She wants a go with some of Zee's magic trinkets, and Zatanna compares letting her have them before she's studied akin to giving a loaded gun to a child. Mary shows how much she isn't a child by throwing a magic tantrum, turning into her super form without even using the magic word.

Anyways, Mary enchants the books so they go flying at Zatanna. I mean, like, actually flying, flapping their pages like wings. "If you think they're so great, you read them!" …Pretty sure she has, Mary, that's why she's a powerful mage. Indeed, with one spell, the books return to normal. And here's one of the big infamous moments of the whole comic. Mary smashes open Zatanna's display case, grabs hold of a particular magic rod, and absorbs its power with an orgasmic look on her face. "Oh, no wonder you wanted this all to yourself!" Yeah. Like, we established earlier that Mary's probably over 18, but it's still not a great visual. Her expression's not even very well drawn~

While the girls are fightiiiiiiiing, we get a one-page cutaway to Jimmy Olsen. Remember last issue ending on a cliffhanger where Jimmy exposes Superman's secret? Yeah, forget about that, because now we're just at the Justice League meeting room where Superman is auditioning Jimmy in costume to the rest of the League. Batman speaks for the reader by saying "Someone tell me how this isn't a massive waste of time?" While it is a dickish thing to say, it's also a fantastic quote for the entire series. Shoulda put that one on the cover, DC~

Karate Kid and Una arrive at some mysterious base. One of those concrete military bunkers, you know? This is where Oracle's lead has led them, and the guy inside sends out another guy to intercept them. This is an obscure Superman foe name Equus, and despite his name, he's not horselike at all. He looks like a shitty Wish.com Doomsday with a car headlight in his chest, wraparound sunglasses, and Wolverine's claws. He's somehow like a '90s version of Doomsday even though Doomsday himself was already made in the '90s. I guess there's a reason this guy is obscure~

Like, look at this dorky asshole. Anyway, Karate Kid manages to beat him up until Equus gets his mitts around Una's neck. Similarly, the fighting keeps on fighting in the other fight scenes. Zatanna and Mary Marvel continue their fight, with the added bonus of Eclipso giving her own narration over the action. All of this is her machinations that will inevitably bring Mary closer to her control, or whatever she's on about. And in the Microverse, the bugs restrain all our heroes while a mysterious figure looks on, gloating. Kind of a running theme, really.

Now, the Piper and Trickster plot, meanwhile, has actually managed to talk its way out of a fight scene instead. Ivy releases them from her vines, though she's still skeptical about them. Trickster tells her that once "the big guy" gets here, everything will be cool. And then you hear a voice from behind them: the big guy is here already, and everyting is far from cool. And the comic ends with a full-page reveal that Ivy's current employer is none other than Deathstroke the Terminator. So maybe this is going to turn into a fight scene after all~

It's one of those fight scene issues! And given the decompressed storytelling, expect this to apply to the next few issues afterwards as well. And personally, the most infamous part of this issue, Mary Marvel's orgasmo-face as she clutches Zatanna's magic rod, isn't that big a deal. It's mostly just an awkward-looking image with some awkward implications if you're overthinking it. Really, the stuff that bothers me more includes the way Mary jumps off the deep end almost immediately, the weird applications of how Poison Ivy's pheromones work, and what an awful design Equus has. He looks the dudebro version of Doomsday. He's *Dudesday*.

[ruubric]

Horny for The Holidays

NOTE: Minors Do Not Engage (please save your innocence). There is swearing and explicit sexual content. Takes place during the timeskip.

~~degragation, teasing, risk of getting caught (so slight exhibitionism), fingering, competitive themes, both parties are cute brats, switch themes, but mainly dom Kuroo, oral pleasuring for both parties, female pronouns and parts referenced~~

PAIRING: Kuroo Tetsurou x reader

This is my submission for the sexy winter collab, and is my first ever smut here so enjoy ;)

WORD COUNT: 17832 (I got a lil carried away)

Kuroo runs up the rickety stairs, careful not to spill any water from the glass he's carrying. He is about to dart into the bedroom when Martha spots him, just having exited her bedroom.

Fuck.

Despite him being able to charm most people easily, Kuroo is still wary of his future mother in law, feeling the need to always be perfect around her, especially since he is to spent the Christmas holidays at his girlfriend's childhood home. Being around the older woman just makes him nervous.

"Ah, Kuroo, how are you?" She beams brightly. But there is something suspicious behind her eyes.

"I'm alright. Just taking this water to (Y/N). She's not feeling too hot."

"Yeah, that is too bad. But hopefully, she'll be better by tomorrow. I want you and her to come with me to the annual Farmer Festival."

Kuroo inwardly winces, "oh. I dunno. She seems pretty out of it. I think I may have to stay with her if she still isn't well." And he doesn't want to be alone with his fiancée's mother all day.

"You really don't want to miss this, Kuroo. (Y/N)'s old elementary school teacher sells the best lemon squares in town. She also has an array of embarrassing (Y/N) stories she would happily spill."

Hmmmm. Now, that's actually tempting. Having a load of embarrassing stories and delicious desserts doesn't sound bad at all.

"I could probably go." He gives in.

Martha claps happily. "Great. Oh, thank you. You won't regret this." She continues to make her way down the stairs, but as Kuroo's hand is on the doorknob she turns back. "One more thing."

He raises his eyebrows, "yes?"

"The walls are thin."

Then she continues down. Kuroo blinks, what did she mean by- ohhhh. Right. Okay.

He opens the door and sees (Y/N) on her phone in bed. Earphones are firmly placed in her ears. She smiles weakly when she sees him, taking the earphones out.

"Baby," she squeals. "You're here."

"I am. And I brought you water. How's the headache?" He sits by her feet on the bed, placing the beading glass in her hands.

"How'd you know I have one? I tried to hide it," she murmurs after gulping down most of the glass.

"You can't hide from me. Besides, I know a myfamilyisdrivingmecrazy headache when I see one. I've experienced my fair share of those," he chuckles.

"I can imagine." She grins, "but what took you so long? You left me a while ago."

"Well," Kuroo sighs. "I thought I was home free when your mom caught me in the hallway."

(Y/N) winces, her mother has the habit of being quite backhandly polite, planning out everyone's moves and always calculating. She pinches the bridge of her nose. "Oh no. What did she want?"

Chuckling, he responds: "looks like we're going to the Farmer's Festival tomorrow morning."

She groans. "Are you kidding me?"

"Nope. I've heard a teacher of yours is selling lemon squares. And you know how much I love geometric citrus desserts," he teases, deliberately leaving out all the embarrassing stories bit.

"I'm so sorry, babe. I know the last thing you want to do is spend hours in the hot sun with my mom bargaining for avocados."

"Aw, c'mon, (Y/N). It's all good. You'll be there too, so it won't be too bad." Kuroo pokes her nose. She giggles. "Oh, and also your mom told me that the walls are thin."

"Oh my god." She covers her face in total embarrassment. "She did not."

"She absolutely did," he laughs. "So, I know you wanted to have loads of hot, raunchy sex in your childhood bedroom but I think we may need to hold off."

"That's asking for the impossible." His fiancée pouts.

Kuroo raises an eyebrow, "wait…babe, I was just kidding. But if you really want to, I guess I could gag you-"

"Me? And what about you?" She crosses her arms defensively.

"What about me?" he smirks, "I can keep quiet. You're the one who goes crazy."

"I do not!" (Y/N) pushes Kuroo playfully.

"Oh yeah?" He crawls over her, trapping her between his arms. He lowers himself on to her a little, ghosting his lips over her neck. "There's a reason the mailman knows my name, (Y/N). And I'm not even talking about the one on our street."

Her cheeks heat up, and if she hadn't been so horny, she'd be embarrassed as all hell. But she'll leave that for later.

She wraps her arms around his back and pulls him closer. They peck each other. Then another one. Then another one. Then another.

Then (Y/N) gets bold and holds him closer, sucking on his bottom lip. Kuroo opens his mouth and their tongues meet in a hot, sloppy embrace. She tugs on his hair slightly and he whimpers.

She smirks against his lips before muttering: "challenge."

"I'm sorry?" Kuroo pulls away a little, still tantalizingly close.

"It's a challenge to see who can stay quiet then."

"Ohhh," he chuckles. "You sure you're ready to lose, honey?"

"I'm sorry, I couldn't hear you over me winning." She teases.

Her cocky fiancé snorts, "you are so on, (Y/N). So who goes first, me or you?"

"Me!" She says a little too eagerly.

Kuroo laughs. "Yeah. Sounds about right." He immediately gets started on hiking up her skirt.

"Prepare to eat your words." (Y/N) says, rather breathy.

"After I make you squeal as per usual, right?" He whips off her underwear. And dangles it over her face. "You can stuff these in your mouth, just as a precaution."

"Har, fucking har, Kuroo. You're such a- ohhh," she breaks off into a moan as he painstakingly slow swipes his tongue along her slit. "That's not- n-n- uhhhhhh. God. Not fair. Ohhh."

He pulls away, smirking as he gently runs his hands down her thighs. "That's quite a moan you let out there, baby."

"N-no. Just..fuck, shut up." She stutters out as Kuroo goes back to work. He dips his tongue in and out her warmth, enjoying every lap of her musky juices that he can. He's kinda enjoying this a little too much. He adds two fingers at once, watching them disappear inside her tight, slippery walls and come out completely soaked. He chuckles wickedly, which only makes (Y/N) more aroused.

She squirms furiously, covering her face with a pillow to muffle her noises, feeling Kuroo pump inside of her. "More."

The pillow is ripped off her face, he is above her. His long fingers still inside her, unmoving. "What was that? I didn't quite hear you."

She looks away, but still trying to grind herself against his hand. Kuroo holds down her hips with his free hand. "Tell me what you said. Louder."

"Nice tr- ah!" (Y/N) breaks off into a long moan as Kuroo curls his fingers inside. "You're an asshole."

He chuckles. "And you love it." He pumps his fingers in and out faster, soon adding a third. He dips his head down and kisses her neck, wringing a particularly desperate whine out of her. He pulls his fingers out and immediately starts rubbing her clit. She yelps out in surprise and mad arousal. "Do you like this, huh? Tell me how much you like this? Tell everyone in this fucking building how much you like me touching you like this."

(Y/N) is almost about to explode. "Swap!" She hisses out, biting down on Kuroo's neck. Her family might see the bruise tomorrow. But she'll deal with that then.

"What did you fucking say, you horny bitch?" he growls, knowing this kind of degradation only sets her on fire more.

"Swap. Please." Her voice is in a hoarse whisper. Kuroo does hear her, but he doesn't immediately stop. He goes on for a good while before halting his devious actions.

He watches her while she takes a breath. Then she sits up, all wobbly. "Alright." She huffs. "Your turn."

(Y/N) clambers over to Kuroo and rips off his belt and jeans. She's working rather quickly. Soon his pants and boxers go flying; he's up and at attention.

She lightly runs her fingers down his dick, he hisses in pleasure and closes his eyes. She rubs the precum all over the tips of her fingers and continues to run up and down him. Seeing that he's gotten used to it, she tightens her grip around his hard member.

"Mmmmm," is all he says. She'll have to up her game. She slowly goes up and down. And up. And down. In a slow and steady rhythm. Kuroo obviously becomes desperate because he bucks his hips up frantically to speed it up.

With every buck upwards, a very deliberate lick is aimed at his tip. He lets out these little cute moans, but nothing too damning.

Until, his phone rings. "Oh fuck!" He exclaims, reaching into his pants pocket and fishing out his phone. He checks the ID. His eyes widen. "It's my mom."

(Y/N) almost laughs despicably. Perfect. She nods for him to answer, her hand still around his shaft. Kuroo narrows his eyes at his fiancée almost threateningly as he presses accept.

"H-hey, Mom." His voice is so high pitched. He already seems suspicious. (Y/N) still waits. "Yeah, I'm fine. (Y/N)? Uhh, she's fine too." She winks at him, he rolls his eyes. "Yeah. I'm coping okay. I mean, c'mon. You know parents love me. I'm- oh fuuuuckkk," he whispers out as (Y/N) wraps her mouth around his dick and sucks. "Uh.. nothing. Nothing! I just…I stubbed my toe, is all." She hollows her cheeks more. Kuroo is practically pulling his hair out at this point. "Stop, stop!" He snaps at her, under his breath. That only encourages her to take in more of him. "Ahhh..w-what? (Y/N)? She's…uh, she's n-not here." She bobs her head faster and can hear his's breath hitch. "She's in the shower…God. Why do I sound weird? Well…uhhhh. I'm a little sleep deprived….okay, I promise I will. Bye, Mom."

Kuroo quickly hangs up and groans. "You evil bitch. You're so crazy. I love you."

With a loud pop, she separates, "I love you too."

"Good," he grabs her chin, smiling. "Now, get on your knees."

(Y/N) doesn't even put up a fight. She gets on all fours. Kuroo stays behind her and aims a good slap to her ass.

She yelps and subconsciously leans closer against him, her body asking for more. "You said no noise."

"I'm sure we're allowed the one," Kuroo says all cocky. "Now, hold onto the headboard."

She does so, he positions himself right against her. Their juices already mixing. He rubs his tip against her, driving them both wild.

"Kuroo," she moans, pleading.

"I'll go slow to let you adjust, okay?" He kisses her neck. She nods enthusiastically. "Okay, one, two- unh."

He lies, he shoves himself in front of her fully. (Y/N) stifles a moan, whipping back to him. "The fuck? You said you'd go slow."

A sexy, mischievous smile graces his features. "Oh, did I? Oopsies."

He grabs her hair, gently but slightly roughly yanking her head back as he pounds into her. She wants to moan. So badly. But she can't. The feeling of being filled and emptied is too euphoric.

"T-take it easy," she begs.

Kuroo's other hand snakes away from her hips to her neck and lightly squeezes. A moan seeps from her lips. "You think I'm gonna take it easy on you? This is a fucking competition. There is no playing nice."

"Oh, Kuroooo. Uhhhh.."

"Say my name again."

"K-Kuroo. Please..more." she whimpers.

"Oh, fuck," he grunts. Then suddenly, he stills.

(Y/N) notices this and glances at him, "wha-?"

"Shh," his eyes dart to the door, but he doesn't move. The young woman's heart drops to her stomach, which is no longer burning with desire. Being caught in such a compromising position would be the end for her. After a while, he relaxes.

"Kuroo? What was that?"

He shakes his head and turns back to her, "fuck, I dunno. I thought I heard something. Like someone walking around."

(Y/N) rolls her eyes, all this for a false alarm. "Wow." She squeezes down on him.

His knees buckle, "ohh. Sorry, I just didn't want to be yelled at."

"Yelled at? Dude, we're adults."

"So? I still don't want to be yelled at by your parents. I don't want this to be their impression of me."

"Balls deep in their daughter?" She chuckles.

He laughs, "yeah- uhhh." Another squeeze.

"You gotta admit the danger of being caught is kinda hot," (Y/N) grinds against his dick.

Kuroo growls in agreement and resumes pounding into her. Pulling her hair, choking her and digging his nails into her hips.

"You're gonna scream for me, (Y/N)," he rasps out. His movements are becoming sloppy, the closer he comes to coming.

"I'm not!" She pants out. Their wet bodies are slapping together, soaked in sweat.

"Oh, yes you are. You don't have a choice. You're gonna scream for me. Or else, I'm not gonna let you come."

"What? Fuck!" A particularly hard thrust jostles her a bit, slamming the headboard thumping loud against the wall. "No. You can't do that."

He chuckles. "Uh, yes I can. It's my dick."

"No. I'm not screaming."

"We'll see." He reaches his arm to the front and expertly starts rubbing her clit. She whines and wriggles against him. Moans clawing at her throat.

"Ohhh, (Y/N)," he whispers into her ear. "You look so sexy right now. But God, you'd look so much sexier moaning. Shaking the walls. Letting people know who's pleasing you like this. You'd feel so much better."

"Shut…uhh, up."

"Oh, fuck. You're close." He feels her walls tighten around him.

"No." She wheezes out her lie.

"Fucking liar," he hums against the hot skin of her neck. "I can feel you about to come." And abruptly he pulls out and leans back. "I guess I should stop then, huh."

(Y/N) huffs and faces him. She's not happy.

"Aw," Kuroo's lips loop into a grin. "Why do you look so upset, baby?"

"Why did you think?" She snaps.

"Is it because I didn't let you come?" He cooes, "looks like you should've given me what I wanted."

"Look, I don't need you. I can make myself come." she narrows her eyes, triumphantly.

"Uh, sure," he half laughs. "You could do that..instead of me doing it, reaching in all the right places and giving you the physical closeness that you love so much. Instead of me choking you and nibbling on your ear and rubbing your clit. Until you come so fucking hard on my dick you forget your own name."

(Y/N) isn't so triumphant any more. "I-"

"So. Yeah, I guess you could get yourself off but would you really want to?"

"Ugh, Ku-"

"No. Of course not," he ignores her. He crawls over her, making sure he's rubbing dangerously close against her. "So let's end this cute back and forth, shall we? And you can do what I want so I can fuck you the way you want- no, the way you need." She whimpers. "Wouldn't you like that?"

"Okay, fine." She pouts, "I'll do it."

"Yeah, you will." He plunges into her and wastes no time slamming against her repeatedly. "Yes, baby. Oh, fuck. Just like that. Uhhhhh. Beg for it."

"Kuroo, please, please fuck me harder."

"Louder, (Y/N)." He demands, "fucking louder."

"Uhhhh! Kuroo! More. More. Ahhhh."

"Yes," he rasps out. "Uhh, scream my name and what you want me to do to you."

She obliges, way more energetically than they both expected.

They approach the climax together, releasing at the same time and slumping against each other. Their breathing is sloppy and their bodies are sticky but they don't care.

"Thank you, baby." Kuroo pants, "you might get in trouble for this. But thank you for indulging me."

"You didn't give me much of a choice," she jokes.

"I'm sorry." He kisses her. Then he edges a little away. "I still fucking beat your ass though. I win. And I deserve an award."

"Ugh, fine. I'll buy you lemon squares tomorrow. If my mom doesn't disown me."

"And sex in the kitchen? When we get back home?"

"Keep dreaming, buddy." (Y/N) says deadpan.

"One day," Kuroo mutters menacingly. Before his partner can work her sleepy brain enough to speak some more, his phone rings again. "Jesus, is it call Kuroo day today?"

"Seems so." (Y/N) closes her eyes with a sleepy mumble.

"Oh, fuck." He snaps.

"What?" Her eyes snap to him.

"It's your mom."

(Y/N) frowns, suddenly feeling very worried. "Why is she calling you?"

"I don't know. She probably heard us…well, heard you. Wait," he answers the phone on speaker before (Y/N) could smack him. He flashes her a goofy smile. "Martha, hey. How- how are you?"

"I'm alright." She sounds chirpy considering all she heard leave her daughter's room. "(Y/N)'s father and I have gone to pick up her sister from the airport. We'll be back before Tom gets back from his baseball practice. Just keep looking after (Y/N), okay?"

"Uh, will do." Kuroo flashes a relieved wink at his fiancée.

"Thank you. We'll see you in about half an hour. Bye."

"Bye." he hangs up and breaks into laughter, "dude, we could've been so screwed."

She runs her hands through her hair, "I know. Lord, that was too close. I guess those footsteps you heard were my parents leaving."

"Yeah- whoa! Watch where you're touching, I'm still sensitive," he shifts off of her.

"Sorry. Sorry." She pauses, "actually not sorry, you absolute cheat. You cheated, you don't deserve sympathy."

"Wow. Fucking harsh." Kuroo rolls his eyes goodnaturedly, "do I get kisses at least?"

(Y/N) smiles at him sweetly. "All the kisses. But you owe me a rematch."

Kuroo smirks cockily. "You got it, baby."

<3

A big thanks goes to @nyaaaaanma and @blueparadis for making this whole collab and allowing me to be a part of this.

[savagewildnerness]

I wanna talk about Lesmand... from the POV, admittedly of a person who has zero siblings myself (actually it's worse than zero - I have a half brother 20 years older than me who married when I was 4 & whose wife actively hated our family for no reason I know (I was 4!) to the extent that I haven't had any relationship with that brother or any of the family since then.... anyway!!! Apparently my brother and his wife did used to babysit me till then.... but since they married when I was 4, I have no memory of it.). Anyway, to say, I have no idea what it's like to have a sibling, honestly!

But... caveat out of the way.... Imagine you're immortal! You no longer have any siblings. Unless you turned a relative... and even if you turned a relative, they're not really that relation anymore in that case... they're a vampire now and you're all no longer human. Are your birth relations truly relations? In the sense you will definitely have to watch every generation of them die... most cut those ties (though not all, eh Maharet!)

And then we have Lesmand. Oh dear... I feel like I'm gonna get a bit incesty vibes here... but to me Lestat and Armand are like if you had a brother who wasn't related to you at all (we could call them a friend I suppose, but I'd argue brother is closer as Lestat and Armand absolutely do not begin as friends in any way!!! Anything but!) who you find incredibly beautiful and sexy and yet you know the ALL of them, so you could never *go there* as the all is an absolute NOPE from your point of view, yet you still love them with all your heart, even when you despise them at the same time. You know you'll be there for each other always. You love each other. You care for each other. You find each other impossibly hot. Sometimes you also find each other irresistible. Often you find each other terrifying, annoying and impossible.

But there is very, very real love. And it isn't *entirely* platonic. But it also isn't truly romantic. You would never be together. But you have a kind of connection that's a deeply powerful thing, nonetheless.

I dunno... I don't even know if I believe this. I'm just typing as I write. I'm just thinking on how in Lestat's darkest depressions, time in The Earth, Armand is usually the one watching over. Yet Armand also often hurts Lestat badly. And Lestat always notes Armand's beauty and how he cannot comprehend his mind entirely, yet he wishes he could make Armand the happy angel of beauty he sees.

And yet they would never be companions. Obviously more from Lestat's side than Armand's. But in time, I think from Armand's side too in the end. And yet... between them exists some thing.

But yeah... I talk about Lesmand here as, as I see it what Lesmand are is an important thing... and yet simultaneously there is not one second when it threatens Loustat.

And we can look at an actual love, like Nicolas... obviously *that* doesn't threaten Loustat, as Nicolas is dead before Louis... and NickiStat in most respects died the day Nicki is made a vampire... (not entirely, of course, as Lestat cannot let go while Nicki still walks The Earth...)

And then, Lestat loves mortals who I think won't make the show (unfortunate as the show could do with some female characters, so it is a shame people like Gretchen and Dora are so religious and wouldn't work well on TV) but it's not eternal-companion like Louis.

I dunno... it's such a complicated web, and this doesn't make a lot of sense the way I'm rambling. But I really hope the show will (& I know Rolin can) convey some of these complicated dynamics... that ARE love, but they're not all soulmate-romantic kinds of love...

Anyway... sorry if this is all a load of pants!!! *runs away to bury myself in The Earth*!!!

I'm seeing a rise of fans wanting to see Lesmand,Danlou or even Loumandstat on the show but I really think it would be a real disservice to the show to make them more than juste having some unresolved sexual tensions. If they do have relationship in modern time with each other isn't there a risk of diminishing Loustat and DM in the eyes of the audience? Of course it would be realistic if they have some flying and sex with whoever but not between all the main characters with each other, i think it's not a good idea in 2026.

I don’t know how often it’s been said now that the show is built on Loustat and their relationship.

No matter what else they will show of the other (canon) relationships - and there will be - that is the basis for IWTV.

This.

And yes, there will be a side dish of this

and this

and this

there will also be Lestat & Gabrielle on top.

And Marius (and Armand?). And Akasha and Lestat.

And WHOEVER else.

NONE of these CANON relationships diminish ANYTHING.

Sorry nonny, I know you don’t really mean it that way but the VC are NOT about ship wars and NOT about pitching characters or relationships against each other.

None of the events and relationships will diminish anything about Loustat.

That said, part of my irritation definitely stems from the ever-repeating asks re Antoinette etc, yes, definitely.

But I guess… a lot of people are just not used to a show - or source material - like that. They come from the Vampire Diaries or Twilight and expect the same structure.

And that… just won‘t happen. *shrugs*

It‘s Louis and Lestat at the end of the chronicles. Dancing, as already foreshadowed.

And that’s all there is to it.

[hotcoffeetransformation]

Jason swore loudly and had to resist the urge to throw his controller down, pissed that he kept dying cause of the game's stupid glitches (Also known as own mistakes). Still, he regained his composure, and smiled before saying

"Alright chat, we're gonna finish up this one and then we're gonna move on to another game. There should be a poll on top for what we do next"

Jason was a moderately successfully game streamer, averaging about 200 to 300 viewers a night, entirely based on his wit and skill. He knew for sure that they weren't coming for his looks, given his weedy, thin frame, overly pimpled face and large, nerdy glasses. Still, it was enough for him, and he was happy with the progress that he'd made.

As Jason got himself set up for the next game, he heard a shocking sound from above him. The victory theme from one of his favorite JRPGs was blaring through the speakers, and he came up, staring at the screen in shock. He knew what that sound meant. That meant someone had tipped him one thousand dollars, completely out of nowhere.

He looked in shock at the notification on the stream, seeing that it was from someone named JockBro69, with the simple message "Can't wait to get to know you better, cutie~"

Jason was completely stunned. Not only had someone actually redeemed the donation goal that he set as a joke (That being that whoever was stupid enough to tip 1000 dollars got to have a 15 minute private chat with him), it was also someone that he'd never seen in his chat before.

Thoroughly weirded out, but knowing that he had to honor his commitment, he sent the guy a quick private message.

"Dude, I don't know how to thank you enough! Guess I'll see ya pretty soon!"

With that, he sent the man his private zoom link, and said goodbye to the chat, who were still going wild over this turn of events, before pausing,the stream and hopping over to discord for the call.

Not two seconds after his stream stopped, he got a requested video call on discord from the guy, and he opened it up, giving a second for the video to load, but when it did, he was completely dumbfounded again. He was expecting the mysterious donator to be some fat, sweaty silicon valley nerd with too much and money on his hands, but instead what met him was possibly the hottest man he's ever seen, standing up and looking down at his webcam with a friendly expression.

"Fuck, bro! Its so good to finally fucking meet you, I've been such a big fan for a long time, and this is a really big deal for me~

The man had a deep, rumbling, pleasant voice, that shot straight down Jacob's spine and left him feeling strangely... inadequate. Like the fact that his voice wasn't as smooth or melodic as this guy's was his fault, and he should be ashamed of that fact. Still, this guy was pretty pleasant to look at, Jason had to admit. He wasn't gay, definitely not, but he could acknowledge when another guy simply looked good.

Jason scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, not entirely sure of what he should do or say. Still, this guy spent 1000 dollars on this meeting, so he had to try anyway.

"So, umm.... I see your username is jockbro69... What's your actual name thought? I don't think I've ever seen you in chat before..."

The other man actually laughed at this, before looking confused and saying

"What are you talking about bro? Its me, Ethan! I'm in your chat all the time! Man, I guess what they say about playing games so much is true, huh?"

At this statement, Jason actually went pale with shock. THIS was Ethan? This was the guy who's username used to be runningLink? Who was an active fan of the zelda series, constantly begged Jason to play them, and bemoaned the fact that no would date him? It just didn't seem right...

Still, Jason, ever the semi professional, continued on, pretending that he wasn't shocked at the news.

"Well, thanks for supporting me so much! Seriously, this means a lot to me... Ummm... so I guess tell me some of your favorite things about the channel then!"

The man laughed again, the sound coming out in a slow, dumb chuckle, before saying

"What's my favorite thing? Do I even have to say, bro? Its the amazing piece of eye candy I'm looking at right now. You're super hot, bro~"

At this, Jason was shocked, but he chuckled awkwardly while blushing, and said

"Really? I don't think I've ever heard a single person say that before. I guess I consider myself slightly below average..."

The guy looked confused at that, before pressing on

"Really, bro? You look super hot to me, you got those bright, blinding blue eyes that you can just get lost in~"

At this point, Jason knew the man was just messing with him. His eyes have always, and will always be a dark, muddy brown, hidden behind his massive frames. Jason was about to respond, when Ethan continued

"Yeah, and you got that super stylish haircut too, really makes you look super masculine~"

Now Jason was REALLY confused. The guy was right, he did always get complements on his eyes, the bright, shocking blue visible and striking even through his huge glasses. But his hair was always a long, unkempt greasy mess.

"Ethan, are you sure you're okay, you're not just seeing things? Cause I don't know what you're talking about"

Ethan ignored the comment, just continuing to press on

"And you've got that hot, manly face, with your strong jaw and amazing profile"

Jason was confused again. Sure, his stylish haircut did help him look much better, but his face had always been pretty androgynous, with hints of baby fat still present in his cheeks. Again, before he could interrupt, Ethan continued,

"And you've got that smooth smooth skin, that hot stubble, that sexy smirk of yours. You're the full package bro~"

Jason laughed at this. Ethan was clearly being way too complementary. Sure his face had a great shape to it, with strong cheekbones and a square jaw, but his skin was still acne marked as hell, his smile was crooked and awkward, and he'd never been able to grow any facial hair, no matter how much he tried.

"I really have no idea what you're talking about Ethan. Sure I've got some good features, but the overall package isn't much to write home about~"

Ethan smirked again, his eyes lighting up with humor, as if he knew something I didn't.

"Nah, bro, you're underselling yourself. Plus, you've got that body~"

"What about my body? I think its pretty average, though I guess I'm a bit on the skinny side..."

Jason looked down at himself, trying to contemplate what Ethan meant. Sure, he'd been blessed with an attractive, manly face, but it didn't change the fact that his body was still below average at best.

"Again, bro! Putting yourself down. You really think those massive logs you have for arms are below average?"

Jason looked down at his skinny arms, and said

"More like logs than twigs man, seriously."

"And what about your legs? You've spent so long working on em, you've got thighs and glutes to kill for~"

Jason laughed again

"I dunno man! Most people say the exact opposite. They say I spend too much time on arms and not enough on my torso and legs. What can I say though? I love having big, beefy arms."

"Of course you do, bro? Who wouldn't? Especially when right in between em, you got your big, pillowy chest, your sexy abs, and your super toned back~"

Jason was seriously starting to wonder if Ethan was on something. Anyone could clearly see from first glance that Jason's body was badly proportioned, his arms and legs being massive from months to years of work, while he neglected his back, pecs and ab muscles. Still, he thought he looked pretty alright honestly.

"And I especially love how you're not only super sexy, you know it and flaunt it~ I don't think I've ever seen you once wear a shirt. The most you'll wear is a necklace, and even then, not like that covers anything, bro~ Only makes you look sexier"

Now here Jason had to disagree. He knew that he had cultivated and developed an amazing body over his years of going to the gym, but that was all for his own personal satisfaction. He never flaunted it unnecessarily, especially not during a stream.

"And I love the fact that you're such a fucking bro, bro. Every other word out of your mouth is bro and dude, you can't go even five minutes without flexing and thinking of fucking, or going to the gym, or hanging out with your other hot bros. We all know that your brain is basically only good for working out and looking hot. No smart's up there. And you've got your deep, sexy voice, too. Makes it even hotter that you're a gay bro, just like me"

Jason HAD to laugh at that. What the guy was saying was just so ridiculous.

"What the hell are you talking about? Look, I know that I like to show off my sexy body a lot, but that doesn't mean I'm some kind of dumb jock. And I'm definitely straight, dude. Don't know why you'd think I'm gay"

Ethan pressed on, completely unabashed by Jason's last comments.

"But you know the best fucking part, bro? Its that power of yours. The fact that any weak ass nerd who looks at you and your huge fucking muscles grows into a hot, dumb bro like us within seconds~"

Jason was busy flexing, staring at his own bicep in awe, as if he was shocked by him impressive he was. He looked up at Ethan blearily, saying

"Sorry, bro, what'd you say? I guess I got a bit fucking distracted. Huhuhu. But who could blame me~"

"Nah, it was nothing bro. You don't need to worry about it. Now should head back to the stream?"

Jason gasped in excitement, having forgotten entirely about the fact that there was a whole stream audience full of lame ass nerds, just ready for him to make as sexy as he and Ethan were.

"You got it bro~ This is gonna be so fucking hot~"

Jason left the call, going back to the stream and restarting, glad to see that a full 300 people were still watching, even through the extended break. The second he turned his camera on, he could see that people were confused for some reason, saying a stranger broke into his house. How stupid could these people be? How did they not recognize him? Still, not like it would matter for long...

"Hey bros! How're we all fucking doing? Welcomes to today's stream..."

He trailed off, looking blankly at the camera, before saying

"You know what? Fuck video games! Who needs them when you can do this~"

And as his pecs bounced and bounced hypnotically, the chat slowly transitioned from messages like "What the fuck is happening?" or "Who is this dumb jock?" to "Fuck, bro! Your pecs look so fucking hot today!" and "Huhuhu, I love making my pecs bounce like Jace's~"

And so the stream continued, Jace showing everyone all the amazing things his body could do, while anyone that was watching, whether they wanted to or not, began to copy him exactly. And as the stream went on, the viewer count rose, and rose, and rose...

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MultiVillains x Reader || Drabbles

Plot: You try to sacrifice yourself to save the people you love but something goes wrong, and you're caught- and saved- and your saviour is absolutely p i s s e d that you would try something like that and thought he would let you.

Includes: Barbara Kean, Candy Pop, Captain Hook (2003), Cheavy / Classic Heavy, Human!Chucky / Charles Lee Ray, Dark Link, Freddy Krueger, Michael Myers, Peter Hale, Scarecrow / Jonathan Crane.

Warnings: SERIOUS POSESSIVENESS. Like, possibly yandere? I mean, they're already villains so I dunno if its really yandere but... just so you get the idea. Violence and threats, too. Mommy kink in Barbara's sorta (A tiny bit) and Daddy kink in Freddy's, obviously. Michael carves his name into your skin. Clearly some very unhealthy relationships. Also unedited writing cuz the hour is late and I'm too tired.

Barbara Kean:

"I'm here." You say, quietly, leaving the shadows and coming out into the light. Oswald looks pleased to see you, and smug; He never doubted even for a second that you wouldn't come after he sent you that note.

Your friend's cut off, bloody ear is what he thinks, possibly, did the trick.

"Ahh, its good to see you're a good decision maker, Y/N. That'll come in handy working for me- I knew you were a good pick." As he talks, you just stare at the ground. You know this is right decision, to save your friends, and your family, and Barbara.

But that doesn't make it any less terrifying. The Penguin is insane. Yes, he's a little more predictable then, say, The Riddler and that freaky Jerome Valeska from a year ago, but that sure as hell doesn't make him any less violent. You've seen it.

"Now come over here." He suddenly demands, and you're quick to obey- albeit, sloppily due to nerves.

Before you get too far across the floor, though, a new voice rings throughout the building. Shrill, and furious, and present.

"I don't think so!~"

It sends shivers down your spine, as a familiarly fuchsia gloved hand wraps around your upper arm and grips you tight, and realisation of what deep shit you're in now, dawns.

You glance to the side and up, and find Barbara's face quickly- she's not looking at you, but you know damn well that the unhappy look on her pretty face isn't, for Oswald. Your heartbeat starts to rush against your chest, as you look at her, waiting for her to snap. To look at you. The longer you wait, the more seconds that pass as she ignores you, scares you even more.

"Ozzy... " She tilts her head to the side, flashing a fake smile as she adjusts her fingers around your arm. "How dare you try to steal away my little cutie pie, here. They're mine." She rights her head, every bit as perky as a weather girl- one with a loaded handgun, that is.. "Or did you not get the memo?"

Oswald rolls his eyes and sighs. "Y/N came of their own free will, Barbara. I don't know what you want me to say."

For a few moments, Barbara doesn't say anything. This mess clearly, means more to her then to him as her baby blues stew like a raging sea, now. An angry, thunderous, violent, raging sea. "... You're right." She spits out, almost animalistic, through grit teeth. "Nothing. I don't want anything, from you. I got everything I wanted. Get the hell out of here before I change my mind."

As you watch Oswald slowly shrug, figuring this isn't worth the bullets really, and leave along with your chances to save your friend- you consider wriggling from Barbara grip and chasing after him-

But she's always read your mind like an open tab. You feel her breath on your ear before you even know she's noticed your thoughts, and cease up. "Not. You. Baby doll... " Her grip on your arm now tightens to the point that it genuinely hurts, and you squeeze your eyes shut. "You're staying right here, with mommy. And explaining yourself. Got it?!"

Candy Pop:

After Candy Pop throws you back in your room, letting go of your wrist that will surely bruise, now, is when he finally lets out his frustrations. Finally fucking speaks, for the first time since he saved your stupid ass from making, in his opinion, the most imbecilic idea of your dumb little life.

"What the hell were you thinking?!" You just glare back, massaging you wrist with a thumb. "No- no really. Run me through your stupid, little, human thought process here. You give yourself up to the devil- cuz that's what Zalgo is, in case you didn't quite realise... and then what? All is fine? I let you go do something like that peacefully? What!? Seriously, tell me! Because I'm mystified. Let me, the thousand year old being, in on your tiny little human plan, that was apparently so much better, then anything I could've cooked up if you'd come to me. Hm? What was it?!"

"I was thinking, I wanted you- and Cane, and my family, and everyone, safe!" You snap, glowering just as hard back at him. "And Zalgo said, to do that, I needed to give myself up!- "

"Fucking hell." He snaps, running two hands through his hair frustrated beyond belief clearly. "How could you- How- I cant even comprehend- the thought process that lead you- " He takes a deep breath. "You really thought it was that cut and dry? That damn simple?"

"Ultimatums, usually are!" You cry, not understanding what the hell he wasn't understanding. Why he couldn't let you make your own fucking decisions.

For a few good moments, he just stares at you. A thing akin to hatred, burning his eyes. Now, you know he doesn't hate you, and all this is coming somehow from a place of care, but- it truly is a scary thing, to stare back into.

Then he turns around and laves your room, slamming the door closed. "Stay there!" He calls back as he leaves the house. "I'm going to fix the tragic mess that you created! If you move even a fucking inch, out of that room, I will know! And I will come back to drag you kicking and screaming, right fucking back!"

Captain Hook (2003):

As soon as you wake up, you groan straight from the heart and push yourself up into a sitting position, leaning your back against the familiar headboard.

Here you are. Right back where you started.

You failed. And due to the terrible headache plaguing the forefront of your brain right now, you assume you failed badly.

"Oh- you're awake!" And you also figure that you're about find out the specifics of your failure, too, as you take your hand slowly from the back of your head where you were searching for a bump- and to the desk where Hook sits, a cold look on his smiling face.

Immediately you feel fear shoot through you. Oh no.

"Look, Hook, lets just forget it. You would've done the same for me- "

"I assure you, Y/N." Hook's eyes go dark, and the polite smile disappears. A sneer replaces it, the hair on his top lip raising. "I wouldnt've."

Worrying your bottom lip, you wonder what you can say to make this go away. Calm him down. You knew this would piss him off... you just, didn't think you would be alive to see it.

Now you are and you definitely, almost, regret your decision to go off on your own. "I get it... you think what I did was stupid- "

"Immeasurably."

"But I had to."

He sits you with a scary look, turning his head and raising his brows at you- the expression almost reading surprised. He's shocked, that you would think that you had to do something like that. Or that you would dare, say that to him.

Then he slams his hook suddenly right into the wood of his desk, making loud, startling BANG sound that causes you to jump along with all the objects sitting on the desk- and look away from him. "Like HELL you had to!"

Cheavy / Classic Heavy:

Cheavy wrangles you too easily, using his ridiculous, terrifying strength to to twist your body by the wrists- around and back across the field to Blue HQ. On the walk, he says nothing; But you can hear his teeth grinding.

As soon as you get back to your shared bedroom, you try to wrench out his grip but he doesn't let go and causes you to cry out in pain with your yourself too hard. Then he leans down, tightens his grip for a moment so you know he's not fooling around, and you smell his foul breath as he speaks at you: "Now, doll, listen close. If you try some bullshit like that again, I'll break your fucking legs. That'd keep you outta trouble, wouldn't it?"

Groaning and rolling your eyes, you yank yourself away again and this time he lets you go immediately- causing you to fly into the floor. "Argh... asshole." You mumble, pushing yourself up and aching all over, irritation flickering madly deep in your chest.

"Yeah, maybe... " His gruff voice is lower, then usual. Slower. This isn't his usual anger- not loud, and nothing's being smashed, no. This is controlled, as he fights not to scare you with how much fury he's really feeling at what you did. "But at least I'm not acting like a damn twit."

"I was saving your life, dick!"

"I don't want you saving my life, kid. You should really talk to a guy before tryin' something that." Turning your back to him, you go to your dresser and just start absentmindedly fiddling with things- too furious with him to even look at him. "What? Not in a talking mood? Good. I think you've done enough today, huh? Stay in fucking here. I wasn't joking about breaking your legs, sweetheart."

Then the door behind you slams shut so hard your body jumps in surprise, and you wince.

Human!Chucky / Charles Lee Ray:

You could not be more mad right now as you watch Chucky unlock your apartment door, clearly mad himself, and fight yourself not to jerk out of the iron grip he still has on your arm and bolt as fast as you can, as far as you can, away from him. But to do that would be cowardice, so you settle for glaring a hole into the back of his head, planning the fowl things you're going to say to him once he lets you inside and closes the door.

Before the door even clicks closed behind you though, Chucky whips around first and slams you into it, using your body to ram it shut- and god, the expression on his face. Hell would freeze over.

"What the fuck is wrong with you, Y/N? You're fuckin' lucky I figured out where you were gonna be and came to save your ass- otherwise you would be so dead right now." Those blue eyes absolutely burn into yours.

But yours burn right back, as you struggle to get his hands off you. You stop, when he just fetches his gun out of his pocket and shoves it into your stomach, causing your to freeze- but your eyes are still like stone, staring fearlessly back at him. "It is none of your business what I do with my life Chucky. And I was saving you people- "

"Oh don't give me that bullshit. You're lucky I'm such a good, fuckin, guy, or I'd really fuck you up about now for the fuckery you just tried. You should thank me for saving your life- " He leans in close, noses nearly touching. "Its not really my thing."

"Thank you!?"

"Honey you better start givin' the option a good think, cuz my trigger finger itches." This time you say nothing, seeing the look in Chucky's eyes change. Still angry, still totally boiling with rage - to an extent he has never felt, before, - but more desperate. He presses his forehead into yours just as firmly as the gun in your gut. "I don't think you quite get how bad I got it for you, Y/N."

Dark Link:

"So??" Zalgo prompts, getting tired already of this game you and Dark are playing. Where the boy tells you that you don't have to this, when you definitely do, and you say oh but I'm doing this for you Dark, which makes the demon feel sick honestly, and so on and so forth with no foreseeable, logical end- The first couple turns were entertaining, but now he's just wholly grossed out by the squishy lovey stuff.

You take a deep breath, and prepare to shake Dark's relatively gentle grip on your shoulder off of you to move forward towards Zalgo- but Dark's tone suddenly shifts. He heaves a great sigh, and you turn to watch his head fall forward, surrendering.

Not you, though. As his hand curls more tightly around your arm. "Y/N... damn, I tried to do this the cute way. But I guess that isn't gonna work, is it?"

"What?" You ask, blinking up at him with eyes as the silver haired Link-Look-Alike raises his head again- looking far less desperate, this time. More determined. Cold. And hard.

Resolute (You aren't going anywhere.)

"You think I'm going to let you go anywhere with this jackass? Come on." He rolls his eyes. "Give me some credit here. I kinda love you."

"I dont have much of a choice, Dark- " You try to separate from him and his grip tightens even more- hurting, now. A gasp is torn from you, followed by a pained whimper. "Dark!- "

"You try to get out of this grip again sweet cheeks, and you'll lose this arm."

Freddy Krueger:

You close your eyes, and wait for the pain. You expect a blinding pain, as a bullet tears through your body, you expect to double over, or maybe to just fall... but none of that happens. You feel nothing.

But you do hear a squish, and a thump. And when you open your eyes, you see the Springwood parent on the ground, gun skittering across the floor a few feet and Freddy standing behind the, now, corpse.

His blue eyes look poisoning when he looks up at you, and you immediately feel fear shoot through you like lightning. That's a horrible, scowl- and you thought his leer was bad to be at the receiving end of. This, is much worse. He looks like he wants to tear you apart.

"Now sweetheart... what do we say to Daddy when he goes out of his way to come out of the dream world, weakening himself, to save your little, disobedient bitch-ass." He talks slow, annunciating every syllable, carefully. When you're too afraid, you're actually shaking, to say anything for a few moments, his shoulders drop and he sighs. "I think that'd be thank you." He raises his brows. "Don't you?"

"I... I was handling it." You force out, crossing your arms over your chest- heart beating against it so hard hard that you're afraid it'll break free and fly across the room. "I- I was saving everyone."

At this, Freddy's eyes narrow dangerously, and he walks over, pushing himself into your personal space as you turn your head away, avoiding behind nose to nose with him. Afraid if you look back at him, you'll fall apart. You'll lose the tiny little bit of resolution that you have. "Sweetheart, look at me... " You refuse, closing your eyes. "I said look at me." His non-gloved hand comes up and drags your face, and squeezes, so you open your eyes and look at him- gasping in surprise at the action. "Listen good, bitch. The naughty acts good for roleplay babe but that's where the fun ends. Do you fucking understand?"

"... yes... " Your heart breaks a little at the defeat, muscles relaxing and arms dropping from their crossed state; Your eyes look to the floor as Freddy smirks, pleased.

"That's what we like to hear!"

Michael Myers:

After Michael barged on into that abandoned building, easily took out the others in there that were his enemies, that you were giving yourself up to, and then knocked you the hell out... he disappeared for 2 weeks.

You woke up on your bed, still in your clothes from last night, including your shoes, and above the covers with a killer migraine... and Michael wasn't there. nor was he there at bed time, when he would usually come and visit you. Or the next day, or the next.

This is not to say that throughout those two long weeks, you weren't aware of his presence. No, he made it quite clear that he was still there, that he was just pissed as all get out but would know and stop you if you tried anything like the other night again.

You would catch glimpses of him on your way to work, and home again. Just dark figures following you every now and then, and watching you through windows from across the street.

And, the notes.

Yes he left you notes.

Horrible, cold notes that were written crayon you knew he stole from a child he probably killed, that made you feel sick. They would have words like 'DONT' and 'STOP' and 'I WATCH' written on them in big, capital letters. Over and over again. These would be left carefully on the floor, just inside your front door; Facing you.

You also watched the news and witnessed the rate of his murders increase drastically.

After the 2 weeks were finally over, he came back to your surprise. He was just there, in your room, waiting for you when you got home one night. He stood stock still, of course... until you approached him. The second you got too close, he snapped into action and grabbed you; He threw you on your stomach on the bed, and yanked your top up...

Then carved his name in your back with his knife, and left you there to stew for a while as he went to make himself a sandwich.

Peter Hale:

Peter just looks exhausted. He holds his head in his hands for a while, occasionally shaking his head and chuckling as he thinks through what you did, and you watch him. You're slightly afraid, to be honest. Its scary when Peter loses his cool. I mean, it was for sure worse when he found you and dragged you out of harms way, and glared... but this isn't much better.

You wonder what he'll do when he pulls himself together.

Should you make a run for it?

No... he could catch you.

Finally, after literally 3 hours - you should never underestimate Peter's ability to be still, - he looks up, and rests his chin in his hands. He raises his brows at you. "So?" He prompts. "What were you thinking?"

"I-I... I wanted to keep you safe... "

His eyes are cold, and lifeless. "Aw... how sweet." And there's no warmth in his voice, either. Its like a slap in the face.

Still, you don't retaliate. You just set your hands in your lap, and meekly ask him: "What... what are you going to... do?"

His gaze flicker's from the floor in front of his, to you thoughtfully, before he shrugs. "Well I'm going to have to teach you a lesson, that's been made abundantly clear. You nearly gave me a stroke back there, sweetheart, and you know how much I hate being reminded of my age."

"Y-yeah, but... how?" You ask, looking up innocently at him. He tilts his head to the side.

"... I'm still plotting."

Scarecrow / Jonathan Crane:

Jon paces the room, and you stand off to the side with your arms crossed. He glances back at you once again, and prompts you. "Explain it to me again."

Frustrated, you deeply roll your eyes; teeth grit. How many times are you going to say this before he lets it go? "I went to Jervis to save you. He said if I gave myself up to him, you would be spared. What is hard to understand??!"

His eyes flash and he whips around properly to advance on you. Pointing at you with a gloved finger, and he snaps; "The part where you were idiotic enough to believe that man." Is that disgust, in his tone? Or disappointment? Possibly, both. And you don't care for either.

Your eyes slowly narrow, and you talk slowly. Precisely. "Don't talk to me like that, Jon."

"I am the Scarecrow." He tilts his head to the side, inclining his neck. "And I'll speak to what's mine, however I see fit."

Your brows lift up your forehead. "What's yours??"

"Yes."

"I do not belong to anyone- "

"Do not fool yourself, Y/N. You, your person and your body, your past, present and future, belong to me, the Scarecrow." 'Scarecrow' approaches you closer, almost in your personal space- which is a lot seeing as Jon has never been one for touching, ever. Your heart's beating out of your chest, you can feel it all throughout your bones- scared, suddenly. "Which is why these events have displeased me so dearly. Never do anything like this, again. Or I will be forced to take drastic measures to prevent you from exercising free will in this way... or at all."

[kerie-prince]

change of pace

Fred Weasley x Slytherin!reader

requested: (@pinkdevile) hey bae, can i request a one shot or headcanon about fred being whipped by one of ron classmates that is a non-pureblood slytherin and kind of prodigy in magic and how would he react to her being a typical dry slytherin and being a prodigy and good at everything?

summary: What happens when a red lion who lives in the moment falls for a green snake with plans for her future? Romance, of course.

a/n: stereotypical, yes but i had fun writing this :) also, i know my posting schedule keeps changing, so sorry about that 🥺 i got lots of requests (thank you guys SO much!) and i'm trying to not make them all sound the same. i'm looking up synonyms and all that stuff lol

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You were the least Slytherin person in your house. But maybe that's made you even more of a Slytherin. Your traits were that of a typical member of the house of snakes. No, you weren't a rude bitch; you had ambition that rivaled that of a Gryffindor and it wasn't even one of their traits. You aimed for the stars and your pride proved that you could do that and more. You are the best witch of your class, and maybe even your school.

And it was this reputation that caught the attention of someone who is quite the polar opposite. You were calm and collected. He was a wild card and unpredictable. Fred Weasley had his eyes on you and was going crazy for you. It all started when one day, he was with his friends and brothers in the Great Hall during lunch when you had walked up to Ron and Harry, “Hey Ron, were my notes able to help you?”

“Yeah, loads. Thank you, Y/N.” Lee was in the middle of a conversation with his best friends when he noticed Fred wasn't responding to anything he was saying. “Mate, you okay?” When you walked to your table, Fred scooted closer to his younger brother, “Dearest brother, how are you?”

“What do you want?” Ron saw right through him. He knew when Fred wanted something from him, just like now.

“Well I’m offended that you would assume something,” Fred held a hand over his chest with a fake offended look on his face, “can’t a person ask about the well being of his baby brother?” Ron had a deadpan expression and Harry was laughing at Fred’s exaggeration. “Fair enough. Who was that?”

“Who? Y/N? She’s in mine and Harry’s class, why?” Ron had taken a large bite from his turkey leg.

“What’s she like?” Fred inquired. Ron thought about it for a minute, “Dunno, she’s pretty quiet.”

“If I didn't know any better, I’d say that Freddie here fancies someone,” George teased. The surrounding friends laugh and point towards Fred. “I don’t fancy anyone. I’m just asking a simple question.”

Hermione and Ginny later joined the group. “What’s all this fuss about?” Hermione questioned.

“Fred’s asking about Y/L/N,” Harry caught Hermione up to speed. “Why? You’re not thinking of doing anything to her, are you?” Hermione started to scold the older boy.

“Why is it that you lot always think I’m up to no good,” Fred sighed.

“Because you’ve never been up to any good,” Ginny teased her older brother. Fred rolled his eyes and turned back to try and find you at your table. You had a couple of friends with you and a small book in your hand as you ate. Fred was determined to get your attention somehow.

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You sat in the library by yourself. You had spent the majority of the afternoon grading first years’ papers for Snape’s class and working with Hermione and Katie on a project for Ancient Runes. Giving up your weekends to study wasn't all that bad. The feeling of being on top was rewarding.

It was funny; your parents had stopped caring about your grades all together because they already knew what they were going to read. Not that they weren't supportive or proud of you. At family gatherings on your father’s side, he loved seeing the looks on his relatives’ faces when he boasted that you were the best student at Hogwarts.

But they have told you on many occasions that it wouldn't kill you to have at least one E. They wanted you to be able to have a normal teen life and have fun. Go to parties, get in trouble every now and then. You assured them that you were fine and all and even believed it yourself. You never had interest in breaking the pattern you had set.

The library was nearing its closing time and you packed your things. When you walked out the grand doors, a tall figure came in front of you and nearly knocked down all the books you carried. His hands caught whatever you couldn't hold before it hit the floor.

“Sorry about that,” you looked up at the towering boy. Your breath slightly hitched at the sight of his attractive face. His cheekbones were defined and his skin looked soft. You didn’t realize that you were staring, nor that he was also staring at you as well. Finally, he spoke up and handed you the book he was holding for you. “I believe this is for you.”

His mouth moved, but you were so distracted that it didn't occur to you he had actually said anything until you saw him looking at you expectedly. “Oh, thank you.” You started heading towards the dungeons when he jogged towards and stopped in front of you. “Aren’t you in the same class as Ron?”

“Yes, how did you know that?”

“I saw you talk to him the other day,” he told you. “I’m Fred.” He reached to shake your hands but then pulled it back when he remembered that your hands were full at the moment.

Ah, so this is Fred you thought. You've heard of him, who hasn't? Years of being at Hogwarts, tales of him and his equally devilish brother creating havoc around campus have traveled from one student to another. How you two had never seen one another until this point was surprising. It’s not like Hogwarts was a large school, but it wasn't small either.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Y/N.” You nodded your head towards him to replace a handshake. Ten seconds of silence caused you to walk past him and return to the path to the dungeons. “W-wait!” Fred called out.

He stood in front of you once again, one of his hands positioned in front of you to block you from walking past him again. “Would you like to get a butterbeer tomorrow?”

If there was anything you didn't like, it was being put on the spot. And another thing? Your routine being disturbed. Your Sunday was all planned out. Helping Sprout with her greenhouse to earn extra house points, tutoring some younger years, and getting a head start on your homework that wasn't even due for another week.

“I’m sorry, but no.” You gave him an apologetic smile as you walked away. Once again, he ran in front of you but this time merged with you and actually caused all of your books to fall.

“Merlin, I’m so sorry,” he bent down to help you pick them up. Fred usually isn't this clumsy or nervous. He usually charms his way through anything, but he was becoming like putty out of nowhere. “Okay, well what about Honeydukes next Saturday?”

“Sorry, but no again.” You started walking away for the nth time and turned around to look at him for the last time, “Please don’t follow me again.” And you were gone. But did this mean that Fred gave up on any chance he had? No. Far from it. If anything, it gave him reason to want to try harder.

He walked all the way to the Gryffindor house and luckily found Hermione studying in the common room with Pavarti and Lavender. There was a spot open next to her and when Ginny was about to take the spot, Fred grabbed her arm and pulled her away to steal the seat.

“Um, excuse you, I was going to sit–”

“Tell me everything you can about Y/N,” Fred interrupted his sister.

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He had tried to learn as much as he could about you. Fred learned that you had the top grades. Much like Harry did, you had learned the Patronus Charm before not only before your own class, but even Fred’s charms class. Your dad's a wizard, and your mum's a muggle. But most importantly, you were a picture perfect student, and although you didn't have any apparent hobbies, you picked up just about everything with ease.

A couple of weeks had passed and every other day, Fred had made any type of excuse to come see you.

‘Oh, my next class is in this direction’ It wasn't.

‘I like that book, too!’ You were, in fact, not holding a book but your personal journal.

‘Funny running into you here!’ It was in the Great Hall during breakfast.

Now, you didn't hate these interactions. They didn't do anything to your routine, and they were actually cute attempts to get your attention. But you didn't think you had any time for anything else. Or anyone else.

“You should give him a chance, Y/N/N. Live a little. I think the top student can take a bit of time for herself at least once,” your friend Millicent advised. Astoria agreed with her, “He’s cute~.” You slightly blushed in your book and pushed their arms away.

“I’ve never been on a date before,” you whispered. The two girls looked at each other confused before turning back to look at you. “Huh?”

“I’ve never been on a date before!” You flinched when you realized your voice was louder than intended. Your friends laughed when you looked towards the Gryffindor table to make sure Fred didn't hear you. He was talking to his friends, so that meant he didn't. Only he did, but felt your eyes on him so he pretended he didn't.

“So this is the perfect reason to go out with him! Go ask him out,” Millie pushed. She was persistently tapping on your arm until you eventually stood up. You took a deep breath to gather confidence and walked towards the table of red and gold.

When Fred's eyes met yours, you turned around and walked out of the Hall. He stood up from his seat and chased after you. He kept bumping into people, including Filch in the hallways. Filch yelled for him to stop, but of course Fred ignored him and kept going.

Momentarily, he lost you in the crowd of mixed color robes until he saw you sitting by yourself on a bench under a tree. He walked towards your direction and asked you with his eyes if he could take the seat next to you. You scooted down more to let the tall boy sit down.

Neither of you said anything for a few moments. You fiddled with your fingers on your lap and he stared up at the sky. “Nice day, innit?” Fred started the conversation. “Yes, it is.”

“Good weather to go walking around Hogsmeade” Fred tried one last attempt in asking you out.

“It would be,” you accepted.

He let out a sigh in defeat, “I know I ask a lot, but maybe just this once– wait, what did you say?” You looked up at him and smiled for the first time. His heart skipped a beat and the butterflies fluttered about inside.

“I’ll go with you.” He was so excited that he jumped up and did an air punch of victory. You laughed to yourself and when he looked at you, you had an eyebrow raised. He blushed in embarrassment and scratched the back of his neck. “I’ll see you tomorrow then?”

“Promptly at 2 in the afternoon in front of the Slytherin dorms. Don’t be late,” you stood up with confidence. You walked back to the Hall to tell your friends, cheeks warmed and ears blushing. “So?” Astoria asked.

“It’s just a date, that's it,” you sounded nonchalant about it, but the smile on your face said differently. You were excited for your day with Fred and for all, unpredictable adventures to come.

A much needed change of pace.

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[tartt9]

"Coach says I can't drink beer, so I can't drink beer." It's not like he's got a beer allergy or anything - that would be fucking terrible. Beer's just all carbs, useless carbs, carbs that won't do him any good in the long run. It's not like he can carb-load on beer before a match. That's what Sunday Leagues are for, not professional football. It's not like he's banned from all alcohol the way he is with most sugary desserts.

His face screws up in offense when she seems to imply that his voice isn't a good one. While he isn't particularly fond of an American accent, he's not going to sit down with somebody and tell them your voice is annoying but I'll let you sit here anyway. Besides, he thinks his accent is charming. And then she calls him adolescent, which he knows means young, and he's offended even more. "I'm twenty-five," he insists. He's not a child anymore. He's practically got one foot in the bad half of the twenties already, almost approaching almost retirement age. "I'm also a fun time. We don't have to talk about football, but I could teach you if y'wanted t'learn. If y'didn't, there's plenty of stuff t'do that ain't that. Dunno how I'm too young for you, really, I don't, but I'm also good eye candy if y'pretend I'm... what, thirty-two in your head?" Fucking hell. Being thirty two sounds like a nightmare. But he can pretend.

❛❛ you can't drink beer, or you won't? either way, your loss. ❜❜ beer was typically not her first pick either, but she'd learned the hard way that people stare when a woman of her build would nurse and finish an entire bottle of vodka on her own. beer had become a substitute, a way to dull her senses if only briefly — alcohol in general didn't have much of an affect on her anyway. ❛❛ either or. i figured if i gave you the chance, you'd talk my ear off one way or another. ❜❜

bianca shifts in her seat, uncrossing her legs but only cross the other one over instead. ❛❛ now, say i was to consider giving you a chance, which i'm not... why should i waste my evening with an adolescent football-player whom i've never even heard of? ❜❜ she reached for one of the two freshly poured beers to take a sip.

[albertasunrise]

It's Yours - Chapter 3

Chapter 1, Chapter 2

Summary: You and Javier have been sleeping together for almost two years but after his name was leaked by the papers, he is sent home for investigation. You remain behind with Steve to catch Escobar but when he’s finally dead, you decide to go after the man you’ve fallen for. You don’t like what you find when you finally reunite with him.

Warnings: Angst, Kissing

Relationships: Javier Peña x Reader

Note: I picture that Si looks like Charlie Hunnam, hot but with the kindest eyes and face.

~

The guest house was beautiful. The wood panelling was whitewashed with two potted orange trees sat either side of the steps that lead up to the porch, a swinging bench hanging to the left and a small table and chairs say to the right of the front door. Javier unlocks the painted, white, door and leads you inside to the lounge with minimalistic decor. It was clear that the place wasn’t finished but it was certainly liveable.

‘The bedrooms are through here.’ He states as he motions with an open hand for you to follow.

He takes you down a long hallway. The first door to your left is a bedroom, its small with a single bed on one side and a desk and bookshelves on the other, then a little further on to the right is a bathroom, tiled white with a large double shower, clawfoot bath and double sink. Javier watches you as you admire each room you pass. He comes to a stop next to a door at the far end of the hall and you glance at him before heading inside. The room’s walls are painted a warm shade of red with a four-poster bed stood proudly within. A door sat in the centre of the wall opposite the bed with a wardrobe on one side and a dresser on the other, both the same rich shade of brown as the bed.

‘This is beautiful Javi.’ You say as you turn to look at him, noting his nervous expression.

‘The place isn't finished yet but I hope you’ll be comfortable here.’ He states ‘Well at least until you find a place or whatever.’

‘I’m sure I will be.’ You reply with a smile.

‘There’s no food in the fridge, didn’t get a chance to buy anything in but Pops has invited you to dinner tonight if you want to join us.’ He pauses as he studies your expression ‘Unless you and Si have plans.’

‘Si’s working tonight.’ You reply and he nods ‘I’d love to join you and your father. Be nice to get to know our baby’s grandpa.’

Javier’s heart tugged at the mention of the tiny being growing inside of you, the being that he had helped create but then his heart ached a little as he remembered that you wouldn't be raising this baby together. He showed you where the towels were and how all the appliances in the kitchen worked and then left you alone. You took your time looking around a little more before picking up the phone to call Si liked you'd promised.

‘Hey, baby.’ You say sweetly, grinning down the phone like a loon ‘I’m here. The place is lovely.’

‘That’s great baby.’ He replies ‘Everything okay? Not weird or anything?’

‘Well of course things are a little weird.’ You chuckle ‘I’m pregnant with my partner’s baby and living in a guest house on his father’s ranch. No way for this not to be weird.’

Si chuckles in reply and you laugh along with him, chewing your bottom lip as you swoon over him.

‘He’s invited me to join him and his dad for dinner tonight.’ You start ‘Should probably get to know my baby’s only grandparent.’

‘Probably.’ Si teases ‘But I’m taking you for breakfast tomorrow morning beautiful.’

‘Oh, are you indeed?’

‘What?’ He chuckles ‘Can’t a guy treat his girl?’

‘So I’m your girl am I?’ You tease, eyebrows raised in feigned surprise.

‘I hope so.’

‘I hope so too.’ You grin ‘See you tomorrow handsome.’

‘Bye baby.’

You hang up the phone and practically shake with excitement. You’d not felt this excited about someone in a long time. Simon exhilarated you in a way that only Javi had before, but you hadn’t been Javier’s girl. You unpack your clothes and decide to take a walk around the ranch, surprised at how many animals Javi’s father has. You perch yourself on the bench that overlooks the two horses you’d seen that first day you came, smiling as they play and prance.

‘Those two never stop.’ Chuckles Javier as he walks up beside you.

‘Do you ride?’ You ask, glancing up at him as he watches the two mares play.

‘Yeah.’ He replies plainly as he looks down at you ‘You?’

‘Used to.’ You reply with a smile ‘Haven’t in years.’

‘Well, maybe we can go for a ride some time.’ He says sweetly and you smile at him.

‘I’d like that.’ You pause as you place your hand on your belly ‘I uh… I made an appointment to get a scan done. It’s on the 17th.’

‘Okay great.’ He replies as he perches himself on the edge of the bench.

‘I’ll probably need you to drive me. I need to return the car tomorrow.’ You state and he nods.

‘Do you need me to collect you tomorrow after you give it back?’

‘No Si’s coming with me.’ You reply, a pang of guilt rearing its head when you mention his name ‘He’s actually going to take me to breakfast tomorrow morning so I’ll be gone early.’

‘Oh right.’ He replies, unable to hide his disappointment.

‘What?’

‘It’s nothing.’ He replies, giving you an unconvincing smile.

‘Javier I know when you’re lying. What is it?’

‘Pops bought a load of extra food in. He assumed as you had no groceries that you’d join us for breakfast too.’ He replies honestly, grimacing as he spoke.

‘I’ll cancel with Si.’

‘No don’t.’ Javier shakes his head ‘Why don’t you invite him? There’s plenty for us all. Pops won’t mind.’

‘Javi-.’

‘It’s fine really.’ He says, giving you a small smile ‘I better get back to work. There’s a really nice walk down that way.’ He says as he motions to a small dirt track ‘Just don’t leave the path. So easy to get lost.’

‘Okay.’ You reply as you watch him stand ‘Thanks.’

He gives you a brief nod and leaves, heart aching for you as he walks towards his truck. He doesn't want Si there but he knows that that man can offer you everything he can't so he has to accept he's lost you to the nicest man he knows.

~

‘Chucho, these are the best Enchiladas I have ever eaten!’ You gush and the man grins at you ‘Actually Javi made these.’

‘You can cook?’ You make no attempt to hide your surprise.

‘Yeah well, I’m Mexican. Cooking was forced onto me from a young age.’ He chuckles.

‘Well, these are delicious Javi.’ You smile ‘At least I know the baby will eat well when it visits.’

Javier’s face drops at this and you feel your stomach twist. You hadn't really discussed what the arrangement was going to be. It was a little early on to be thinking about it but you’d somewhat assumed that you would move back to DC and the baby would come to visit during the holidays. The distance is a bit much for alternating weekends.

‘Have you thought about what you want it to be?’ Asks Chucho, trying to relieve some of the tension.

‘Not Fussed’ ‘Girl’

You look up and Javier in shock, a small smile tugging at your lips.

‘You want a girl?’ You question ‘Didn’t know you’d given it any thought.’

He shrugs as he chews ‘I dunno… I've just always thought if I have a kid, I’d like it to be a girl. Boy’s are hard work.’ He chuckles.

‘You really not thought about it Chica?’ Asked Chucho, smiling at you.

‘Honestly, as long as it’s healthy I’m happy.’ You reply, smiling back at him.

‘Javi said your boyfriend is joining us for breakfast.’ You nearly choke on your food at this statement, you’d not labelled him yet.

‘Uh… yeah.’ You reply ‘If that’s okay with you.’

‘Not a problem.’ He replies ‘Plenty of food.’

‘Thank you, Chucho.’

Dinner goes by with relative ease. Some leftovers get wrapped up for you, you thank Chucho for a wonderful evening and then Javier walks you back to the guesthouse, casserole dish in hand. Stopping beside the front door you take the dish for Javi and smile sweetly at him, willing your heart to slow down.

‘Thank you, Javi.’ You start, feeling your heart flutter a little as he looked at you with his expressive brown eyes ‘Was a really lovely evening.’

‘Glad you enjoyed yourself.’ He replied ‘Goodnight.’

He leans in and kisses your cheek, your heart stopping as his soft lips make contact with your skin. You let out a shaky breath as he pulls away, just enough that he can look you in the eye and you find your gaze flitting between his lips and his glittering brown orbs. In the blink of an eye, his lips are on yours, kissing you with fervour and after the initial shock, you’re then kissing him back. Then your brain catches up with you and you push him away with your free hand, chest heaving as you feel tears forming.

‘We can't do this Javi.’ You sob.

‘Hermosa-.’

‘No… We can’t.’ You interrupt ‘I’m with Si. I care about him and he doesn't deserve this.' You pause as you wipe your tears with the back of your hand 'Goodnight Javier.’

You quickly unlock the door and disappear inside and leaving a heartbroken man in your wake.

~

‘You don’t have to do this baby.’ You say as you walk towards the main house with Si at your side ‘Still time to back out.’

‘Well, I should probably get to know the sober version that is the father of my girlfriends baby.’ He states and your heart skips a beat ‘If this is heading where I think it is then we’ll be seeing a lot more of each other.’ He finishes as he spins you around to kiss you passionately, beard tickling your lips and making you giggle.

‘Girlfriend eh?’ You question with a wink.

‘That okay?’

‘More than.’ You reply as you place a sweet kiss on his lips.

You knock on the door three times and you’re greeted by Chuchos smiling face ‘You didn’t tell me Si’s your man!’ He exclaims as he gives the man a friendly pat on his shoulder.

‘Good to see you Chucho.’ Replies Si as he grins at him.

‘Come in, come in!’ He says excitedly as he motions you in with his hand.

The table is covered in food and you can’t help but smile at the effort that’s been made. Javier is busy at the stove and you make your way over to him, peering at the pan and seeing that he’s making scrambled eggs.

‘Good morning.’ He says with a smile and you wonder if he’s forgotten about what happened last night.

Then the smell hits you and your stomach rolls. You say nothing, just make a b-line for the bathroom and Javier’s face drops as he watches you run. Si sprints after you and holds your hair as you empty the contents of your stomach, letting out a sob as you try to breathe through it.

‘You okay?’ Si asks as he rubs comforting circles on your back.

‘What happened?’ Asks a flustered Javier as he appears in the doorway.

‘Morning sickness.’ Replies Si as you rest your head remains resting on your forearm ‘She gets set off by the smell of eggs and Coffee.’

‘Shit I-.’

‘You didn’t know man it’s fine.’ Interrupts Si and Javier nods before leaving, not wanting you or him to see the tears forming in his eyes.

He feels like he should know these things. You’re carrying his baby yet the local barman knows more about your triggers than him. You walk back in to the kitchen ans see him tossing the eggs into the trash and your brows furrow.

‘What are you doing?’

‘The smell makes you sick so we won’t eat them.’

‘You didn’t need to do that Javi.’

‘It’s fine Chica really.’ States Chucho ‘There’s still plenty of food.’

Si and Chucho talk each other’s ears off over breakfast but Javier doesn't say a word. You note that his eyes are bloodshot, that he keeps wiping his nose with his napkin and that he avoids any form of eye contact with you. You help clear up, hoping that it will give you a moment alone with Javier to talk but he doesn't say a word to you, doesn’t look at you and you feel yourself getting more and more irritated as it goes on.

‘Can I speak to you a moment?’ You say suddenly as you toss the drying cloth down and grab his arm, pulling him through the backdoor ‘What the fuck is your problem?’

‘What? He growls.

‘You’ve been in a shit mood all morning.’ You spit ‘I’m sorry that I got sick because of the eggs. You didn’t need to act like a child about it! You put this kid in me. You don’t get to be upset about some silly eggs.’

‘You think that's why I’m upset?’ He says, raising his voice a little ‘I’m upset because I don’t know what triggers morning sickness in the mother of my child and yet the local barman does. I’m upset that I won't get to raise my first kid with the woman I love. I’m upset that I’m not going to be able to do the feeds with you, the night changes... I’ll miss watching them grow, walk, probably talk. This is not how I imagined things would be when I finally became a father but it’s what I deserve right? I’m a bad man. I don’t deserve the perfect life with a wife and a baby. But he does!’ He finishes as he points at the closed door before he storms through it, leaving you speechless.

The woman he loves?

What were you supposed to do with that information?

You looked through the windows and saw him swiping up his keys and bidding his father and Si goodbye before leaving them as abruptly as he left you. Then your eyes drift to Si who’s looking at you with a sympathetic expression and your heart flutters. You’d waited years to hear Javi say that he loved you. It had been all you'd ever wanted but you also knew that he’d fuck it up. He wouldn’t be able to prioritise you and this baby. The job would always come first. Si was everything you’d ever wanted in a man. He was kind, loving, committed. He knew what he wanted and he would stop at nothing to get it and what he wanted is you. You could feel yourself falling hard from him already and that scared you because you had to decide. Do you want the man you’re in love with? The father of your child. Or do you want the man you’re falling in love with? The man who you know will give you everything you’ve ever wanted.

Time to decide.

~

Chapter 4

[stina-is-a-punk-rocker]

'birds of prey': a cinematic masterpiece

It's been a little over a year since Birds of Prey came out, a couple of months since I watched in on a whim, and I'm still not over this film.

Too many men people get pressed whenever you say you like this movie. "It's objectively bad," they say. "It's campy. It's too divergent from the canon. It's SJW propaganda."

Who gives a fuck, Richard? Who gives a single flying fuck?

I'll preface this by saying, my knowledge of the DCU is flimsy, at best. I've watched a couple of movies. My mum used to watch Smallville. I watched the pilot episode of Gotham. And I know enough about it to get the few references sprinkled in other media. But I draw a complete blank when it comes to the comics. So the canon of the comics had no effect on my enjoyment of the movie. Which I did. A lot.

I walked in blind when I watched Birds of Prey for the first time. I was unaware of the controversy surrounding it, and the only reason I even gave it the time of day was because I was bored.

I watched Suicide Squad circa 2016, and positively abhorred it- the only good thing about it was the soundtrack (the best songs are always wasted on the worst movies. Case in point: Twilight). And the not-so-casual misogyny was just... Yikes.

And then, we got Birds of Prey.

Since watching the film, I did a bit of research (see: Googling 'birds of prey movie reviews' and clicking on the first few results that popped up). The response was mixed- which honestly came as a surprise, since I thought it was great, and mine is the only opinion that holds weight.

I've read and watched a lot of those reviews. I watched the CinemaSins video. I watched the CinemaWins video, because CinemaSins has taken a major nosedive since I first started watching them.

Were all the negative reviews not-so-subtly indicative of the (predominantly male) critics' misogyny? I dunno; how did they talk about similar male-centered action films? I don't think it's fair to scream, "SEXIST!" just because someone didn't like the movie. Critics hated Venom (which was admittedly pretty meh. I still enjoyed it, though), but it was still pretty well-received by viewers.

I saw one review say that Birds of Prey was 'for the birds'... I'll let you unpack that yourself.

And yet, though I try to keep an open mind, I find it unfathomable how anyone can dislike Birds of Prey.

One of my favorite parts about the movie was the female gaze present throughout its entirety. I've seen people bring up the obvious change in Harley's costume- which I'm a bit iffy about, to be honest. Don't get me wrong- I love her choppy bangs and fun pigtails and the whole fluffy top thing she's got going on, but a whole lot of the critique towards her getup in Suicide Squad comes off a tad too slut-shamey (that isn't a word? Well, it is now).

Her outfit wasn't the issue. It's how she was framed.

In Suicide Squad, we get loads of shots of men leering at Harley, and a little too much emphasis on her breasts and arse in almost every scene she's in. As opposed to Birds of Prey, where Harley's still sexy (I'm seriously concerned for the straight men who found Harley unattractive in this film... You good, Pete?), but we focus on her face instead.

That part where Harley gives Canary a hair tie in the middle of a fight scene? Brilliant.

The characters have depth (a lot of reviews disagree with me. Well, what do I know? I am but a lowly STEM student). One of my favorites was Canary (and not just because I found her insanely attractive)- I love, love, love her arc in the film.

I've seen people complain that the villain didn't really get all villainy until towards the end of the film; which, if Sionis had to put on the mask for you to finally see him as the bad guy, then you've clearly missed most of the film. He's literally introduced while he's peeling the skin off of someone's face. Not to mention that one particular scene at the club- I won't go into too much detail, because it could be triggering to a lot of people- but it chilled me to the bone.

Following up with the villains: "All the men are bad guys," they say. "The whole film is feminist propaganda," they say.

And me posting this on International Women's Day is a bit on-the-nose, I'll admit, but this particular critique bothers me. Because those men aren't unrealistic. They aren't caricatures of men in the real world. We all know men just like them. A lot of them hit a little too close to home for me.

I've seen people complain that women touting the film as feminist turned them off from it- which, I dunno about you, but seems problematic to me on so many levels. Sure, not everything has to have a political agenda, but it's hardly like Harley & Co. scream, "GIRL POWER!" every three minutes.

(Also: it's funny how way more people get mad about poorly executed feminism than actual issues a lot of women in the world face, but that's a topic for another day.)

The diversity was just- wow. Getting not only one but FOUR Asian characters with lines? Hollywood, am I dreaming? The LGBTQ+ representation (not going into Sionis and Zsasz being queer coded)? Holy shit, yes! Maybe I'm getting too excited about this- Hollywood's a lot kinder to us minorities as of late- but it still fills me with joy whenever I see people like me onscreen.

Another complaint that springs up with regards to Birds of Prey is the skewed order in which Harley narrates the events. Which is kind of one of her defining traits- she's an unreliable narrator. And she makes it pretty obvious (this video explains it better than I can). The cartooned beginning was engaging, as corny as some of it was (loved the style, too).

The fight scenes were thrilling to watch. Not a single minute passed by where I was bored (my eyes usually glaze over during prolonged action scenes in films, which did not happen in this case). The comedy was well-timed and bold; the cartoonishness added to its charm.

And this is probably not even significant, but I adored the color scheme. I loved the bright, shocking colors; the emphasis on the pinks, reds and blacks.

And, finally, how could I go without mentioning the soundtrack? It was divine- I listen to the Birds of Prey album on Spotify almost every day; Lonely Gun and Experiment On Me are among my most-played songs, and the rest of the music is just as delightful.

In conclusion: go watch Birds of Prey if you haven't already. It's the closest thing to a spiritual experience I had last year.