#SHE IS NOT AN OVERBEARING BITCH OF A MOTHER GO FUCK YOURSELF

[eventideintrigue]

second reblog for this tags

nothing wrong with preferring healthy relationships but it really is astounding to me how often i'll go into the tags for The Unhealthy Relationships Show and see people posting "but what if the relationships were healthy though"

[madmanwonder]

The moon looks beautiful tonight. The light from the moon shines down her and gives her a certain warmth and comfort that she often felt when she was in the presence of the moon.

Unlike when she was in her bitchy baby incubator bandit group she had to live with and endure until her mother told her to join the Beacon Academy to improve her skills and spy on her wayward twin sister and half-sister from her technically stepmother.

Even though she wanted to tell her mother to go fuck herself and ignore the bitch who sees her less like a daughter but a useful tool for her twisted ambition and selfish creed of survival to the fittest crap…but she decides that her stupid self wanted to make mommy dearest happy and join the academy filled with overbearing idiots and weaklings who swaggered around beacon as if they were the hottest shit in Remnant.

Unlike her who had to resort to some very heavy shi—

“Ying? What are you doing up this late?”

Ying Branwen looked away from the moon to see the flaxen-haired, oceanic-eyed man standing a few feet from her to give her space after the first few times he unintentionally entered her zone

“None of your damn fuckin’ business, dipshit.” Ying said in a harsh, gruff voice filled with hostility and anger.

Jaune frowned but still looked at her with concern and compassion in his eyes which made the ill-tempered ex-bandit feel like shit for acting like a bitch to the naive fool.

But she was too prideful and distrustful of him and herself to feel sorry about it.

“Do yourself a favor and fuck off before I make you leave.” Ying said to Jaune as she glowered at him.

“…” The Arc looked at and then to the entrance before nodded and proceeded to ignore her warning and walked up to her.

“Not leaving until I see you back to the dorm with your team, Ying.” He said in a stubborn, steadfast voice as he stood close to her and exudes a warming aura of safety and comfort.

…

…

…

“…fuck you.” The Brawler of Team BBNT z said to the blonde asshole as she looked at the melancholic moon with a angry expression…but beneath her anger, the sensation of anger and sadness was slowly being washed away by the comforting warmth and presence of the blonde idiot who might not be as bad she thought.

[dimitrescudaughters-au]

Hey, I don't know if you're accepting requests at the moment but if you are I could ask for one where the reader is the girls' younger sister (and Alcina's daughter obviously) and is sexually assaulted (no need to have anything graphic if you don't want to) . And they all get super protective and stuff. If you don't feel comfortable, don't worry. I love your writing!!!

TW: Mentions of SA

(Sorry I've been gone. Life got rough.)

Bela

As the oldest

She has always babied you the most

Sometimes it was a bit suffocating

"Did you remember to eat this morning, caterpillar?"

"Let me sharpen your axe, so you don't hurt yourself"

"Don't go off by yourself! I don't care that you're the fastest!"

More of a mother than sister

It definitely increased when

The incident happened

Bela blamed herself for weeks

She KNEW those witch hunters were dangerous

But she let you go hunting by yourself

"Bey Bey, it's only ONE hunter. What harm can he do?"

Too much

She follows you constantly

And is always doing everything for you

Need clothes? She already laid some out for you

Need a drink? Glass in your hand

Need a bath? Already drawn up

She REFUSES to let you go hunt

Not even wildlife

She also refuses to let any man in the castle

Even Uncle Heisenberg wasn't allowed inside for a few weeks

Despite her being a bit overbearing

She's also a listener

She never pushes you to talk

But she lets you know she's always there

You've confided in her the most

She'll listen to all the graphic details

The nightmares

How you can't stand the smell of burnt wood

Cause you get thrown back to images of the monster

That you freeze up if anyone grabs your wrists

Despite your enhanced healing

You can still see the scars left on your neck, chest, stomach, and hips

Bela listens to it all

She never cries in front of you

But you can see the tears welded

And you can hear her weep as you pretend to sleep

She may be overprotective

But it's welcomed

And you tell her that

That you love her and appreciate all she does for you

Bela's just happy you can hug again without flinching

Cassandra

Out of your sisters

Cass has always picked on you the most

Definitely 'older sibling chasing you around the kitchen with a knife' energy

"Stay still, Moth! You won't even feel the knife anyway!"

"IM TELLING MOTHER"

"YOU LITTLE BITCH, SNITCHES GET STITCHES"

But you always knew she had your back

Especially when it happened

Cass was the one to find the monster and rip his throat out

But not before making him eat his own

Uhh, package

Cass was mute for a while

Never talked to anyone

Never slept

Never ate

Never hunt or tortured anyone

Instead she was your own bodyguard

She hid in the shadows

Never right next to you but always close

If any maid even LOOKED at you

She would take care of it

After a full month and the staff becoming short

You had to tell her to dial it back

For once, she listened

But any males to step foot around the castle

Were taken care of quickly

She also carries guilt

That if she just showed you those 'totally badass' fighting moves

Maybe you could've won

If she would've given you her hunting weapons

Maybe you could've sliced him better than with your dull axe

Which honestly she hates that damn thing

Why do you have to be so difficult???

She'll eventually become Cass again

Mostly after you corner her and basically told her to get her shit together

"I was the one assaulted. NOT YOU. Quit acting like a brooding villain and just be my FUCKING SISTER"

She doesn't pick on you as much

Instead she includes you in everything she does

Skinning an animal? She's showing you how to do it

Refilling the blood supply? You bet she's handing you a barrel

She was a bit hesitant on the torturing tho

But you find that swinging into an unknown man thing with your axe

Is VERY therapeutic

Cass is just happy to see you smile again

Daniela

You don't care what mother says

You and Dani were born twins

Two halves of a whole idiot

"I bet I can fit 12 pizza rolls in my mouth"

"That's absurd. Also you're a coward, do 20"

If Cass was chasing you with a knife, Dani was coming in with a chainsaw to defend you

She was always there for you and to make you smile

Then that night happened

Like the others, she plays the 'what if' game

What if she would've just joined you

What if she would've checked on you

What if she would've given you a sharper weapon

What if-

She's gone mad with that game

She has refused to let you sleep alone

The other 2 usually let you have your bed

Dani insists to be laying next to you

But for once in her life

Dani respects boundaries

It was hard the first day

Dani is a touchy person

She clung to you and stroked your hair

But then she grabbed your wrist

She wasn't prepared for you to scream

Or to literally throw her across the room

She now asks you multiple times if it's okay for her to initiate any contact

She also makes sure everyone else respects it

Once a maid accidentally brushed by you

Dani appeared and tossed her over the railing

She's also taken up reading mental health books

And psychology

And now she tries to be a therapist

You've tried to tell her

But Dani cries before you can even get a few sentences out

"Woooow those books really helped"

"Butterfly, I love you, but SHUT UP AND HUG ME PLEASE"

You're just thankful when she finally starts being an idiot

"Uhhh, Dragonfly?"

Dani: *is currently missing her hands* "Yes?"

"What, uhh, happened there?"

"...I just wanted to touch the blue glowing light"

"You touched another bug zapper-"

"Yes, yes I did"

Not having her hands for a week

Was worth it to Dani, to be able to hear you laugh again

[flusteredloser]

sugar sweet

richie tozier x fem reader

category: fluff, fluff, literally just fluff

word count: 3,3k

content warnings: swearing, stealing, slight nsfw (sexual innuendos... bc it’s richie tozier), a driving scene written by a bitch who can't drive, overbearing fluff, sonia

a/n: hello here’s a lil soft fic i wrote in a hyper state today <3 i had ‘beverly’ by ben wallfisch from the it 2017 soundtrack stuck in my head while i wrote the ending so !! enjoy

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"sweetheart, if you don't put your head back in, i'm afraid i'm gonna have to marie antoinette you."

you laughed dismissively at his empty threat, feeling a grin take over. you let the wind crash against your face and through your hair, the scent of sea salt softly filling your nose. if richie thought that you were going to give this feeling up, oh, was he wrong.

despite what he was saying, the sight of morning sunlight streaking through your flying hair and your torso poking out the passengers' window was one richie wished he could get used to. despite his nagging for the past half hour, ranting about the dangers of vehicular manslaughter and mishaps, he couldn't help but beam at your laughter. 

he almost hit himself in the head for getting all worked up about safety like eddie always did, but it was something he found himself doing often with you. keeping you safe and sound was one of the few things that kept him from staying up all night. besides, you guys were going to see eddie and the rest of the losers in a bit anyways. the designated role of the pedantic worrier would soon be shrugged off richie's shoulders.

keeping one hand on the wheel, richie’s free hand never left the edge of your knee, not once in the hour-long drive. no matter how far you reached your body out his car's window, his fingers stayed glued around you. you never said anything about the gesture apart from placing your hand over his. being his was something you never got used to, but you were far from complaining.

"richierichierichie i think we're here!" you exclaim, ducking your head back inside the car.

"you sure, dummy? the massive ferris wheel and circus tent means we're close to the carnival?"

your hand leaves his to go shove his temple, "fuck off, rich."

"i know i know, you're really excited," he taps your knee, "so am i."

he pulls into the parking lot, expertly navigating his way through the crowded area before finding a space. an empty space which was coincidentally beside a sketchy beat-up minivan painted with "URIS," in fat letters.

richie laughs, "what are the fucking odds.”

his hand moves from the skin on your knee to the back of your seat, his body shifting to face the rear. you subtly eye your boyfriend sitting in the driver's seat and tried not to physically express any of the thoughts firing in your mind right then. dear god, did he look good today. you end up shamelessly staring at him as he strains his neck to squeeze his way through tight space. his knuckles turn to this ghostly shade of white when he flexed them against the wheel, his rings glinting under the sunlight.

once he finally put the car in park and shifted his weight back to you, he catches your gaze. throwing a wink, he pulls out the keys and stuffs his belongings into his jean pockets. 

you’re sure he has zero clue about the effect any of this had on you. sure, he was your boyfriend but sometimes you found yourself feeling scared at how much you liked him. this boy has you wrapped around his finger and he barely knows half of it.

you reach over and run your fingers through his unruly hair a couple more times, enjoying the way the curls bounce back. “you look so good, rich.”

he rolls his eyes at your remark, but you don’t miss the way a small blush reaches tips of his ears. “enjoy it while it lasts, i can’t let the guards recognise me again.” 

“i still can’t believe you got fired and banned on the same day, rich. that’s genuinely so impressive, you know that?"

richie rolls his eyes but you see the hint of a grin on his face, “you going soft on me, sweets?”

“could never.” you ruffle his hair, letting your nails glide along his scalp and you laugh at the way his head naturally tips back. richie had no clue why the feeling of your hands in his hair that made him short-circuit, but he wasn’t complaining.

“do we really have to go see them...” richie groans, grabbing your hand and placing it back onto his head when you pulled away.

“richard tozier. i did not pester you to drive us an hour away just so you could fold at me playing with your hair.”

he side-eyes you. “why did i agree to this again?”

“because every day for the last month you wouldn’t shut up about ‘taking eddie’s slushee v-”

“ed’s slushee virginity, riiiight,” he breaks out in a smile, “jesus, can you believe sonia never let him near one in his entire life?”

you tug his fringe towards you and the rest of his head followed, “well, now that he’s all alone there, someone’s got to be there to guide him through his first time, right?” 

he faux-pouts back at you, the mischievous glint in his eye sparkling brighter. “fine.”

finally, you let go of his hair and he pecks a kiss against your cheek before putting on his sunglasses and tipping his cap further down his face. opening his car door, you sit there dumbfounded as you watch the 6'2 disguised dork clamber out of his side with your tote bag on his shoulder.

he glances back, offering a hand as if you were going to climb out on his side as well, “c’mon, we don’t have all day.” and richie made sure you knew that by dragging you through the park, evading the guards left and right in under a minute. it was only so long before you spotted a group of idiots wandering aimlessly. bev’s bright red hair was the instant identifier, and watching this bill’s lanky frame grab a fistful of stan’s curls to yank it about sealed the deal. 

“stanley, darling,” richie yelled through the crowd, “if you wanted someone to pull your hair that badly you could’ve asked me nicely.”  “shut the fuck up, trashmouth!” stan yelled back. “wait. rich?”

you walk over and sling your arm around bev, “you guys haven’t been waiting long, have you?”  she grins at the sight of you, “no, but if i have to hear mike argue one more time that the high striker is apparently ‘broken’ i’m going to kill somebody.”

“do me a favour and kill me, bev!” stan’s voice cuts through, followed by a shriek when richie too grabs a handful of his hair. 

bev’s hand leaves yours to go smack both boys upside the head. “y’all better stop acting like children before i get fucking fired. i’m not going out like dumbass richie here did.” she eyes the rest of them, who all halt in their tracks.

“yes, ma’am,” the chorus sighed.

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"ed's, i swear on your mother's smokin’ bod that blue is the. best. flavour. there's literally nothing wrong with it."

"you just called blue a flavour, richie-”

"because it can be. it doesn’t matter if blue and red colouring are the same, you can feel the difference.”

"no, i really can't. i don't understand how the colour blue could possibly be-"

richie groans, "fine, eat your mommy's packed lunch like the big boy you are." he teasingly starts to wave his cup in front of eddie's eyes.

"quit it, rich. if eddie doesn’t want toxins in his body, leave him be." ben interjects before sipping his own neon drink.

the boys huddled together around a picnic table they had managed to snatch before the carnival’s lunch rush swept over. richie and bev used to work in the carnival last summer, the two-week period spent with one another supposedly being “worse than the devil’s asscrack.” the comment itself earned richie five slaps, one each from the boys, and a high-five from bev. that was until richie got permanently banned (which you still don’t know how) and now bev carried on by herself whenever they roll back into derry. 

currently, you and bev were on your way back from the concession stands, attempting not to spill anything. you each held at least four bags of carnival foods and drinks in your arms, bev also balancing the few candy bars she stashed under her shirt. teeter-tottering your way back to the boys, richie burst out in laughter at the sight of you struggling. 

“as graceful as a job you’re doing with that, sweets, do you want some help?” he smirks, already swinging his leg over the chair.

“nope, nothing to see here,” you groan at richie’s smug grin. “rich, i swear to god if you come near me i am going to-”

“hurt me, hit me, murder me, mmhm. i’m sure you’ll do a whole lot of damage.” he winks, swiping the bags from your arms.

“freaky.” stan muttered, churning his slushee with the straw. you grumble at richie’s endearing irritating act of heroism and plop yourself next to stan empty-handed. 

“here, you want some?” stan raises an eyebrow, offering his blue slushee towards you.

“thanks stan, but he’s got my...” you glance towards richie, half-expecting to see him distributing the snacks, only to see him aggressively nudge the slushees in eddie’s face. “you know what, i’ll take it.” 

stan scoffed, “what, you thought i was offering this from the depths of my generous heart? i thought you knew me better-"

the sound of plastic crinkling and eddie’s yelp cut through stan’s sentence. 

you look back at the sight of richie threatening to pour the ice into eddie’s hair, eddie shrieking and wildly missing punches at richie. dear god, your boyfriend was such a menace. richie and eddie never spent a day where they weren’t at eachother’s throats though, but anyone with a pair of eyes could see that they deeply loved one another. rich had that effect on people, you think. he was rarely overtly loving, but it’s not like he needed to be. you guys just knew.

ben smiles sweetly between you and your gaze on richie. “you’re staring again, y/n.”

you immediately snap out of it and go to slug ben in the shoulder. “was not.”

“was too.”

"was. not."

"was too!"

you narrow your eyes at ben who sheepishly smiles in innocence. he reaches over to grab a couple onion rings from your bag to which you lightly slap the back of his hand. he groans, trying again from another angle, “just because i pointed out your goo-goo eyes at trashmouth?”

bev snatched a couple rings from across you and threw them at ben. he chuckles gleefully at the perfect catch. “you know, he’s not wrong,” she points out.

“for the last time, i wasn’t staring,” you groan.

“not about that, genius. the way you’re absolutely whipped for that dick.” she smiles. “i mean,” you barely conceal your smirk, “the dick is pretty g-”

"not what i meant," bev sighs while the rest of them groan at your words.

“seriously though,” bill asks with genuine curiosity, “how did you even end up together? how do you even like someone that much?” bev tuts from the other side, “tread lightly there, denbrough.” 

“shut up, you know what i mean. it’s trashmouth we’re talking ’bout here.” bill grins, “it’s a mystery how someone can shut him up so quick.”

you laugh to yourself, thinking about the few times you get to see richie completely speechless. “it’s not that hard, you know?” you shrug softly at the way the losers nod. you may all pretend to hate the life out of him but he always had a special place in each of your hearts. “he cares with everything he’s got, no matter what. he’s always there for you even if you don’t want him to be. i just...i don’t think he’s been anything less than...” 

“-if you say ‘perfect’, i’m going to hit you.” stan says.

you roll your eyes at stan, “fuck off, but... but yeah. it’s so easy to love him and i honestly owe you guys an apology for being so annoyingly whipped for that dork,” you joke.

aside from the distant bickering coming from richie and eddie in their own little world, a silence hung over the six of you. it was too quiet. wondering if you said something wrong, you scan over them, only to be met with six variations of a smirk. more than confused, you chuckle nervously. “i was joking about the apology thing but if you really want-”

“you said ‘love.’” bev laughed.

“what?”

“you said ‘love,’” she repeated. “that you loved him.”

“i... of course i love him, he’s..” not trusting any more of the words coming out of your mouth, you cut yourself off and gather your thoughts.

of course you loved richie. each and every one of you loved your resident trashmouth, he was one of your best friends. the two of you were the closest of friends, an insufferable duo for years before you began dating. it might have only been a few weeks since he asked you out, but it’s not like too much changed from when you were friends. 

there was only more love, more affection, only slightly more sexual innuendos (majority of them were solely just to piss off stan). 

so of course you loved him. more than you did when you were friends. which he’s gotta know... right?

“fuck, maybe i do owe you guys an apology.” you joke.

“don’t think twice about it, this is nothing compared to him. if i took a shot for every time he went on some sort of love ramble about you, i’d be fucking dead.” bev replies, “and then he would carry on.”

you laugh, shaking your head in denial, “c’mon, he does not do that.”

“are you blind?” mike speaks up. “you’ve had him since the first day you joined us at the barrens. i can still see fourteen-year-old richie ogling you clear as day.”

you stammered at your response, tripping over your words. “mike, i think you broke her. she’s become bill,” stan teases.

you go to shove stan again and sorely miss. “anyways, my point is...” 

you avoid their eye contact and go back to churning stan’s slushee. “he has my heart, fuck, he’s got all of our hearts. like, is he an asshole? sure. does he get on my nerves every other day? definitely. will he be the death of me? probably. but i l-”

“i sure hope you’re winding up to something there, sweets.” 

you snap your head up from your dreamy rambling to see richie smirking next to you and eddie squeezing himself next to bill. you feel yourself go bright red at the realisation that he had been listening. 

“i- no. that was it.”  

“you sure? you going off about me... ‘but’...” richie pushes, quoting your words.

“richie, if you genuinely think you have redeeming qualities, i suggest some self-reflection.” stan quipped. “yeah, i was just pointing how much you bother us. no ifs, no buts,” you jokingly agree.

“mean,” richie rolls his eyes, shifting back in his seat next to you.

he’s gotta know... right? 

you wink and stick your tongue out playfully, to which richie raises an eyebrow at. he glances between the blue drink in your hand and your tongue, his gaze on your lips making you nervous. 

“now, what?” you sigh, wiping the ice from your mouth and pretending that you weren’t dying to know what was churning in that brain of his. 

“nothing,” richie shrugs smugly, “just that i’ve always wanted to know how my cock looked blue.”

the comment took you off guard, your instant blush only fuelling richie’s grin. without hesitation, you lean over with a faux-pout, an act that has richie’s eyes wide. “careful there, trashmouth,” you tease loudly. “you keep this up and you’ll see how stan’s looks blue.”

bev immediately gasps with her hand over her mouth, followed by mike’s stifled cackle as he slapped richie’s back. the rest of the group looks frankly stunned, and stan’s face is on a whole different level of red. 

richie doesn’t even look the least bit angry. his jaw is dropped slightly and he runs his hand over his jaw, trying to stop the chuckle that leaves his throat. if anything he looks proud. 

shaking his head with a smile, he slings his arm over your shoulder to pull you closer. “that’s my girl,” he grins.

“yeah, that for sure is tozier’s,” bill says.

there’s no way any of you miss the way richie’s face goes red under that comment and your heart skips a beat when he squeezes your side. when no one’s looking, you lean up and kiss by his ear, absolutely delighted by the deeper shade of red on his face. 

“darl, if you don’t stop that i’m going to go as red as stan,” he whispers into your hair. the both of you look back at the boy who’s trying to concentrate on his slushee and not the blush that’s continued to creep to his neck. “i’m actually getting concerned.”

you giggle, “shh, he’s fine.”

“no really, i give it a couple seconds before eddie pulls out his medical fanny pack,” richie says.

you look up at him as you’re tucked into his side, his arm still slung around your shoulder. his dark hair and eyelashes caught the sunlight, his blue eyes glinting as he glanced back. his lips were tipped into their signature cheeky smile, almost like a cue that he was going to say something out of hand. you felt the swell of your heart grow as he raised his eyebrows, prompting what he knew you were going to say. 

“you know, earlier...” you whisper, looking down to his hand intertwining with yours. “i just... i wanted to say that i... you know... that i-”

“i feel like i should be offended at how hard it is for you to tell me you love me, sweets,” he whispers back, clearly trying to keep a straight face.  fuck.  “oh god please, you know i-” richie shushes you, kissing the crown of your head. “it’s okay, i know.” you can feel the curve of his lips against your hair. “i love you too.”

trying to tame the aggressive blush and stupid smile that reached your face, you follow his gaze over to eddie. just like richie joked, he had this fanny pack laid on the table in front of stan. you weren’t listening to anything they were saying, but you watched the way stan was squirming from eddie, insisting he did not have heatstroke. mike stood right behind stan, pinching his cheeks and periodically wrapping his strong arms around stan to stop him from squirming. bev was leaning across ben and bill’s laps, joining in and poking her fun at eddie and you notice how bill’s hands traces figures along bev’s side. ben gazes at the group of them, chiming in every so often when stan’s quips got too violent. 

it was one of those moments you wish you could freeze. 

after a while, richie whispers into your ear. “do you think they’d even notice if we left for the ferris wheel?”

you break your eye contact from the group to gaze up at him. “nope, not at all. you think you can sneak us some tickets?” 

“please, you think i got kicked out of here for nothing?” he scoffs.

“is this how you’re going to get banned again?” you grin, poking his side, “stealing tickets for your girl?”

with a soft smile, he takes your hand to subtly stand and back away from the group. with stifled giggles, the both of you manage to make it at least twenty feet without the losers even noticing. the second you two were out of earshot, richie wraps his hand around yours and begins to run, “i wouldn't want it any other way."

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[soft-october-night]

The Love Interests in the Works of Jane Austen: An Assessment

This is an "extremely scientific" and "thoroughly researched" ranking based on personality, money, family and connections, and is a bit of a blend between the book characterizations and the film characterizations (and is in no way only based on my own opinions). Here we go, grouped by book but not much else.

Edmund Bertram: absolute trash. His family has treated you unbelievably shitty since day one and not only has he BARELY noticed, he ALSO has treated you shitty. Will fall in love with someone beautiful and fun and when she dumps him will come crawling to you for a rebound. His passion for you is so lackluster that even the esteemed author who wrote about it barely spared a paragraph on your relationship. Has a job but only because his dad owns the land the church is built on. You’ll gain no connections or family by marrying him, since he’s literally your cousin.  0/10

Henry Crawford: There IS such thing as too much fun, and that is never clearer than in this man, who will try to seduce you as a game, freak out when his middling overtures don’t work and then try and seduce you “for really real” this time. You will definitely move up in the world if you marry him, and if you play your cards right it seems like his sister is also just REALLY into you, so see how that goes. Life will be pretty okay until you find him in bed with one (or more, who knows) of your relations. 3/10, 8/10 if you’re into that

John Willoughby: Will be like something out of a romance novel, you’re thinking he’s going to propose and then he just fucking ghosts you and embarrasses the fuck out of you at a party by acting like he doesn’t know you. Somehow marry him (congrats on the inheritance you must have, btw) and get ready to take a backseat to the whims of his aunt for as long as she lives. 1/10, at least you get to live in a nice house.

Edward Ferrars: Oh Edward. He’s a bit of a mess, isn’t he? Super kind, your family loves him, he made a bunch of stupid decisions in his youth that are coming back to bite him in the ass. He is loyal to an absolute fault, but you luck out when his fiance turns out to be a bit of a gold digger and dumps him when his mom disowns him. He doesn’t have a job and neither do you, but his family doesn’t wanna speak to him (lucky you!) and you’ll be happy and poor together if you two can work on your communication skills. 7/10.

Colonel Brandon: He’s got a nice house, the respect of his friends and the community, and he has a LOT of passion. He’ll give your sister’s penniless husband a job, dramatically rescue you from a rainstorm, make sure his dead girlfriend’s daughter is happy and taken care of even after your ex fucks HER over too, and is all around a pretty decent guy. Just. Uh. Maybe, kinda, sorta, needs to go after women his own age and is probably with you because you remind him of his dead girlfriend. 5/10 with the wildly inappropriate age gap, 9/10 without it.

Mr. Wickham: Please don’t. He’s a thirsty bitch who lives for drama and you think he’s fun until you find out he tried to sleep with one teenage girl and is making eyes at your fifteen year old sister behind your back. Marry him (through the grace of mysterious benefactors, cause he ain’t marrying anyone unless he’s paid the right price) and get ready for a life of being surrounded by military men in the north of England while your husband tries to fuck everything that moves. Work that out somehow with him and you might actually be happy. 0/10.

Mr. Bingley: He is a softboi who will do literally anything his friends tell him to do. He is SUPER rich, and marrying him will throw your sister’s into the path of other rich men and he is REALLY into you, but get ready to be sucking up to his sisters for literally the rest of your life. Unless he can ship Miss Bingley off to live with Mrs. Hurst, have fun trying to wage a war of barely concealed insults over the breakfast table every morning, and if you’re marrying Bingley I’m sorry but that is a war you just cannot win. He doesn’t have a job but he does have five thousand a year, and neither of you can manage money. You’ll love simply and deeply and be happy as any two can be. 8/10.

Mr. Collins: Last resort to rescue yourself from a life of being a burden to your parents until they die and then having to become a governess or something. Has a job but never shuts up about his boss. You will have to rearrange everything in your house according to his boss’ will. 2/10

Mr. Darcy: Is a anxious disaster who doesn’t know how to talk to girls at parties and needs to learn how say no to going out when he’s just not feeling it. He doesn’t have a job because he’s a landlord; he owns half of Derbyshire and has ten thousand a year, but turns out that all of that money and land can’t buy tact or charisma. Doesn’t know how to flirt and thinks he’s doing a great job (he’s not). He’ll propose to you out of the fucking blue one day by insulting literally everything about you, but don’t worry! Reading his letter unlocks Darcy 2.0. This patched version gives him humility, a personality, and he WILL gain the ability to rescue your family from utter ruin. Marry him and enjoy a life of luxury and witty ripostes, but beware! You ARE going to have to deal with Lady Catherine until the day she dies, not to mention Caroline Bingley’s barely concealed contempt every time you meet in polite company. Darcy 1.0 3/10, Darcy 2.0 8/10.

Captain Wentworth: Absolutely top tier. Has a job, has earned everything he has, including a fortune and the respect of his peers, superiors, and subordinates. His sister and her husband are practically the only happily older married couple you know, his friends are super fun and nice (even the dour one with all the poetry knows how to have a polite conversation). If you dumped him ten years ago on the advice of your almost comically shitty family yeah, he’s going to hold a grudge, but he WILL NEVER STOP LOVING YOU and the MOMENT he gets over his pride will do everything and anything in his power (including leaping the bounds of propriety!) to win you back. Based on his love, money, and connections you should RUN, not walk, into his arms TODAY and allow him to rescue you from your family and whisk you off to see the world on his ship, at least until Napoleon busts out of Elba. 12/10

Mr. Eliot: Will lose all your old schoolfriend’s husband’s money in a bad deal, has debts out the ass, might be trying to get with either you or the woman your dad has been flirting with for the last few years, you’re not sure. Is totally ruining the rekindling relationship you’re trying to get going with your far superior ex. He wants the land and title your dad has and will stop at nothing to get it. Marry him and you can move back into your old house (maybe? it’s a little unclear what with all the debts) but have every single cent your mother left you immediately put into some dumbass scheme. 1/10

Henry Tilney: another softboi who just wants to act in the school play while his dad and brother plan to ship him off to military school and berate him for not joining the football team. Bring him shopping with you to pick out dresses, spend long nights over tea chatting about books. Has a job, but again, only because his dad owns the land the church is on. Loves you even though you have some very strange ideas about his house, and will forgive you when he realizes you thought his dad either murdered or imprisoned his mom. If he can find the courage to tell his dad to fuck off and let him live his own life, expect a long, happy marriage of snuggling together in a window seat somewhere, sipping tea and reading. 9/10

John Thorpe: Trash bastard man. Peaked in whatever equivalent of high school he had. Shitty and rude to everyone, would post racist memes on facebook and start fights if he could, all while being shitty and manipulative and CREEPILY possessive of you. -2/10

Robert Martin: A sweet himbo farmer who just wants to love and worship you. He has a job, is pretty rich, and while his connections may not be above his class, he’s an earnest boy who wants to take care of you and be taken care of in turn. Marry him the first time, absolutely do NOT let your friend influence you against him, because who KNOWS if you will get a second proposal! (You will, he likes you THAT much.) Marry him and enjoy a sweet, simple life of exactly zero drama (unless your friend is around). 7/10

Mr. Elton: Trifling gold digging trash who doesn’t know what the word no means. Do not marry, unless you want to be censured by decent, hardworking people -1/10

Frank Churchill: Knows how to have fun, but you know there’s something more going on. He won’t let you see his letters, he sends out secret notes, then he smiles and tells you that everything is totally a okay. Another boy with ANOTHER overbearing aunt, only this one doesn’t know how to say no. Marry him if you’ve got the money, but he will always be longing after the poor girl next door that auntie wouldn’t let him married, and would have cheated on you already if she was into it. 3/10

Mr. Knightly: He’s your brother in law and you’ve known him almost your whole life, so that’s a little sus, but he is also the ONLY person in your entire life who knows how to tell you no (and you really, REALLY need to be told no sometimes.) He is extremely wealthy, but more importantly he’s kind and caring about people who are considered “beneath” him. He will break his weird no dancing rule to dance with your shy friend, he will ream you out for being shitty to unwed spinsters who value your opinion, and somehow has the correct read on everyone all the time. You will gain no connections by marrying him, since the two of you already have the exact same connections anyway, but the two of you should be content in a test of wills that will last a lifetime. You’ll be very happy as long as he doesn’t get super pedantic and start correcting you about everything. 7/10

[rowyn-writes]

Confidence (Jack x Reader)

Warnings: Fluff, strong language, arguing siblings

Pairings: Jack Kline x Winchester!Reader

Characters: Sam, Dean, Jack, Castiel (mentioned only,) Claire (mentioned only.)

Word Count: 2124

Summary: You start to notice that Jack tends to stay by your side whenever he can.

Requested by: @nancyangel​

Part Two: Dying From a Broken Heart

You sat in your room in the bunker, casually reading on of your many books that lined your walls. You were a bookworm, much like you older brother, Sam. You liked being by yourself with your books and a cup of coffee, as cliche as it sounds.

Right now, you needed an escape from your world and into another one where you know how everything ends. Your half brothers, Sam and Dean we're currently trying to figure out a way to get their mother back from apocalypse world.

You were John's daughter, being the youngest Winchester there was. Along with being the baby of the family, your brothers were over protective of you.

Most of the time you weren't allowed out on a hunt, so you stayed in the bunker and helped with lore and things like that while Sam and Dean would do the hunting.

Lately, however, you were getting more involved, much to your brother's dismay. You loved Sam and Dean with all your heart, but they could be overbearing at times.

You closed your book when you heard a knock on your door. "It's open." You called.

Jack popped his head into the room. "Hey, Y/n. Can I come in?" He asked.

"Sure." You nodded.

Jack took a seat on the chair that sat in front of your small desk. "What's up?"

"Sam and Dean are going on a hunt and I was wondering if you were going?" This was news to you. You're had no idea that your brothers were going on a hunting trip.

You frowned as you go up off your position on the bed. "Now I am." You said, getting your bag ready. "You coming too?"

"Yes." Jack nodded. You told him to finish packing while you did the same.

"Going somewhere, gentlemen?" You asked just as Sam and Dean were about to walk out of the bunker.

Dean let his head fall as he sighed. "You're not coming."

"The hell I'm not." You snapped.

"Dean's right." Sam agreed. "You should sit this one out."

You let out a frustrated grunt. "C'mon. Why are you still treating me like I'm twelve? I'm almost 22."

"You're not ready, Y/n."

"I'm not ready?" You scoffed. "But you let Jack go, and technically, he's barely three months old."

"That's different." Dean said.

"How?! How is that different?! I grew up hunting with you guys and Dad, I know what to do!" You argued.

"It's different because you'll die if something happens! Jack has powers and can defend himself! You don't!" Dean hissed.

"This is ridiculous!" You huffed.

"Maybe next time, Y/n." Sam gave you a smile, which you didn't return. "Alright, Jack!" Sam called out. "Let's go!"

Jack appeared beside them in a second, making you jump slightly. "See you later, Y/n." Dean said. He looked like he wanted to give you a hug but decided against it, because you might knee him in the groin if you had the chance.

"You're not coming, Y/n?" Jack asked, seeming disappointed.

"Apparently not."

Jack seemed to hesitate by the door. "On second thought, I think I'll stay here. You guys don't really need my help, do you?"

Sam and Dean seemed surprised by his change of plans. Jack had been wanting to go on a hunting trip with them for a while. "I guess not." Sam said. And with that, they were gone.

"Why didn't you go with them?" You asked Jack. "You've been wanting to go on a hunting trip with them for a while, so why did you back out?"

"I thought you could use the company." He shrugged.

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. .

. . .

Sam and Dean returned about two days later, clearly pleased that you and Jack had stayed at the bunker. You had thought of finding you own case, maybe even hunting with Claire, but decided against it.

But that doesn't mean you still weren't pissed at your brothers. They kept treating you like you were five, when you were 21. It was infuriating. That's why you were determined to find a case.

"Hey, so look what I found." You said, holding your computer up to your brothers. "Five people dead. All found without their hearts. However, there was six victims. One survived. If we can find out who's killing these people, we can put down the son of a bitch."

"Where's this happening at?" Dean asked gruffly.

"Little Rock, Arkansas."

Dean nodded his head. "Okay. Sammy, pack your things, Y/n, send us the address. We'll call you when you get there."

"Wait a minute." You protested. "You said that I would get to come with you on the next hunt! This is the next hunt."

"No."

"No?"

"No. You're not coming."

"Oh come on!" You yelled angrily. "You have got to be kidding me! You promised that you would take me out on the hunt!"

"I never promised." Dean reminded her. "I never make promises I can't keep. You know that."

"You're being ridiculous! C'mon Sam, back me up here." You looked over to the man, giving him pleading eyes.

"I think Y/n's right Dean." He agreed. "We've seen what she can do, handling a werewolf or two isn't anything she can't handle."

Dean frowned, looking back and forth between you and Sam. "I'm not gonna win this argument, am I?"

"Nope."

"Fine. Go pack your things. Tell Jack to do the same." You nodded, calmly walking away. But as soon as you were out of sight from Sam and Dean, you gave a tiny squeal and did a little dance.

"Are we celebrating something?" Jack asked from behind you, making you jump slightly.

You gave him a big smile. "That we are, Jack. Sam and Dean are letting us go on a hunt! So pack your bags, we leave in an hour!"

You quickly packed your bag full of clothes and other essentials and put them in the trunk of the Impala.

Jack sat in the back seat with you; it was only logical, since Sam was the Jolly Green Giant and could barely fit back there.

While you loved the Impala, you did not love the kind of music that played constantly. As Sam once put it, "It's the greatest hits of Mullet Rock." So you had brought your phone and a pair of earbuds.

"What are you doing?" Jack asked curiously.

"Listening to music."

"But Dean has music playing?" He furrowed his eyebrows, making your heart soar at his cute little scrunched up face.

"Yeah, well, Dean and I have very different tastes in music. Here, listen to this." You gave him the other earbud you had.

Jack seemed to like your selection of music, as he grinned as the song played on. After a while of driving, your legs began to cramp. Whether you were tall or short, being in the back of the Impala for a long time did nothing to help your legs.

You tried to find a position where you weren't invading Jack's bubble, as not to touch him because you didn't know how he would react.

"You can stretch out your legs." Jack said, as if reading your thoughts. "I don't mind." You gave him a grateful smile as you rested your legs in his lap.

About four hours in, you began to doze off. Car rides were always relaxing to you, seeing your surroundings blur as you sped past, feeling the Impala rock beneath you, and being able to spread out in the back seat.

Although, you couldn't count how many times you had to disinfect the back seat because of your brothers. Mostly Dean.

You were woken up rather unpleasantly by Dean. You had been leaning against the door of the Impala when he yanked the door open, causing you to tumble out of the car. "Thanks for the awesome wake-up call, dick." You growled.

"No problem, fuck-face." He grinned as he helped you up. You grabbed your stuff and checked into your motel room.

It was like every other motel you've ever stayed at, rock hard beds, ugly wall patterns, and a small box T.V.

You went ahead and changed into your FBI clothes, a light blue button down shirt tucked into a pair of black jeans, matching boots and a blazer. "You boys ready?" You asked, exiting the bathroom to see all of them had changed into their uniforms.

You all piled into the Impala once more and headed to the local police station, and then to the hospital.

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. .

. . .

You had found out nothing. There was no victimology, no connection, nothing. You figured there wouldn't be a pattern, it was a werewolf, after all.

You did know, however, that the werewolf was a Purebred, as the moon cycle didn't line up with the victims deaths.

And the surviving victim was a fifteen year old girl. Thankfully, she hadn't been bitten. But she was in so much shock that she couldn't remember her attackers face.

"Poor girl." You commented, shrugging off your blazer. "She's never going to be the same."

"She'll learn to cope." Dean assured you. "Okay, so Jack and I are gonna go to where the bodies were found and dig around a little, you and Sam stay here and see what you can find out about this town. See if there's any kind of pattern with the killings."

"Actually, could I stay here with Y/n and help her?" Jack asked.

Dean looked taken aback slightly. "Uh, yeah, sure kid. Sammy, let's go." Once the two brothers were in the car, Dean looked over at Sam. "Jack has a crush on Y/n." He frowned.

Sam snorted. "Okay? And you couldn't tell that before? I kinda thought it was obvious."

Dean cuffed Sam. "Alright, Captain Jack-ass. I was just saying maybe we shouldn't leave Y/n and Jack alone."

"Oh, please." Sam scoffed. "Nothing's gonna happen."

You got out your laptop and sat on one of the beds. You noticed that Jack was watching you from the couch. It was obvious be wanted to say something.

"Hey, Jack?"

"Yes, Y/n?" He looked excited to see that you engaged in a conversation with him first.

"How come you wanted to stay behind with me?"

"Oh, did you want me to go with Dean?" Jack seemed disappointed.

"No, no. That's not it!" You assured him quickly. He looked extremely relieved to hear that. "I was just curious. On the last hunt that Sam and Dean went on, you decided to stay behind with me too. And whenever I go out to grab food or something, you always come with me. I love your company, so please don't take that the wrong way. I was just wondering."

Jack thought over your words for a few moments before answering. "I don't really feel confident around anyone. Sometimes I feel like another burden onto Sam, Dean and Cas. But with you, I feel like I'm not judged."

"You're not judged by any of us, Jack. You know that." You frowned.

"I know that, I just can't help but feel that way sometimes. But things are different with you. I feel confident and safe, like I can be myself whenever you're around. I enjoy being around you, Y/n."

You felt your heart melt at Jack's words. You felt exactly the same way about him. While growing up, you never really had boyfriends, just a one night stand here and there (which your brothers definitely didn't know about.)

"Jack." You started. "Do you see me the same way you see Sam and Dean?"

"No. It feels different. I can't really explain it. It's like. . . When I'm with you, I can feel my heart start to beat faster, and my palms get kind of sweaty. I don't do that when I'm around Sam and Dean." He explained.

You smiled as you realized what he was saying. "Jack, I think that means you have a crush on me."

"Crush you?!" Jack looked startled. "I would never hurt you!"

"No, no, no! That's not what I meant." You sighed as you tried to break it down to him. "It means you really like someone, but not as a friend. Kind of like a boyfriend or girlfriend."

Realization dawned on Jack as he soaked in your words. "Then can I be your boyfriend?" He asked eagerly.

You gave a small laugh. "Yeah, you can." You kissed him on the cheek. Jack's face became pink under your gaze.

"Could I kiss your lips?" You didn't answer as your lips brushed over his.

"Does that answer your question?" He nodded happily as a smile formed on his face. He felt happy and safe with you standing in front of him.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

I was thinking about making a part two? Tell me what you think!

[stina-is-a-punk-rocker]

jacqueline wilson’s ‘love lessons’

tw: abuse, pedophilia, characters making Bad Decisions, long unnecessary spiel about my childhood like I’m running a recipe blog

It’s funny how loads of the authors who helped shaped me into the vaguely humanoid being I am today have names beginning with the letter ‘J’; Judy Blume, Jeff Kinney, John Green, J.K. Rowling (yikes, I know) … and Jacqueline Wilson.

I’ve never owned a Jacqueline Wilson book of my own; they were always borrowed from a friend, or from a friend of a friend, or from a friend of a cousin- you get the gist. Her books, for me, come with an entire aesthetic: something reminiscent of yard sales, and reading under the covers with a flashlight, and being lulled into a false sense of security by the deceptively innocent Nick Sharratt illustration on the cover until someone’s best friend gets mowed over.

So I knew what I was getting into when I picked up Love Lessons. I knew this was going to be Fucked Up; and boy, was I right.

(Here’s the part where I warn you about spoilers.)

From an abusive dad to creepy child predator teachers to slut-shaming and victim blaming, this book has it all.

The main character is Prudence ‘Prue’ King, who is homeschooled at the beginning of the book, along with her sister, Grace. Their parents remain rooted in the early twentieth century, and are very strict about- well, everything. No TV, no computers, not a single mobile phone in the house; their clothing worse than the orphans’ from Annie; and their father remains distinctly distrustful of modern institutions like the school and the hospital; and so on, and so forth.

Daddy King suffers a stroke, and has to be taken to the hospital. Meanwhile, Mrs. King (a floppy, spineless woman who lives in fear and awe of her, frankly horrid, husband) sends the girls to school, behind the then invalid Mr. King’s back. Cue Prue and Grace being the freakshows of the school, with their strange clothing and overbearing mother.

Grace manages to make friends, but Prue remains alone. The kids are dicks, the teachers are dicks… well, all of them but one. And that’s the art teacher, Mr. Raxberry (I just couldn’t get over that name; it seems like something you’d name a mythical plant from Pixie Hollow or some shit. I’m assuming it isn’t an actual name, since the spelling & grammar check on my computer doesn’t seem to recognize it), or Rax, as he’s called.

Oh, yeah; Prudence’s favorite subject in school is art, and she’s a whiz at it. This is relevant, because reasons.

And here’s where stuff gets murky. Prue develops a crush on Rax- which is perfectly normal. I’m definitely no stranger to it; I’ve had crushes on my teachers, my mum admitted she used to think one of her professors was cute. And yeah, as I grew older, I grew out of those crushes and now have a markedly more refined taste in men (unless he’s 5’ 7’’, born in ’97 and named Bang Chan, I don’t want him); and my mum married my dad, so I’m assuming she did, too. Admittedly, now that my dad teaches at a university, it’s icky to think that there might be students who have crushes on him- but I digress.

My point is, loads of us have liked our teachers. But I doubt the majority of us have acted on it.

And Prue actively showing her interest in Rax isn’t the worst part. That’s a spot reserved for Rax reciprocating her feelings.

Guess Ezra Fitz and Ms. Grundy (yes, I watched Riverdale; please don’t cancel me) have a new addition to the Creep Club.

The age of consent in the UK is 16, if I’m not mistaken. Prue is 14. She’s just barely become a teenager, and she’s being preyed upon.

Because that is what Rax is. He’s a predator; he preys upon this vulnerable girl who’s never been in a relationship before- hell, she’s never even had friends- her father’s abusive, so she obviously doesn’t have the best experience when it comes to men- she’s unpopular at school, with the students and staff alike- and he lures her in. I don’t care how bloody nice he is to Sarah, or what a good dad he is (well, he’s really not, seeing as he cheated on the mother of his children WITH A BLOODY FOURTEEN-YEAR-OLD CHILD)- the guy’s a fucking pedophile.

I was staunchly stuck at a yellow light with him; like, sure, maybe Prue thinks he’s flirting with her- maybe she’s looking at this all wrong, she doesn’t know how relationships work- see, he drew a picture of Sarah, too, in his secret notebook- Prue’s just reading into this too much- up until he says he loves her.

Dude. Humbert fucking Humbert. She’s fourteen, for Christ’s sake, and you’re married. You have two children. She’s a child. She’s probably closer to your son’s age than she is to yours.

(This is the part where I bury my head in my pillow. And scream. Extensively, and with passion.)

The book does make some genuinely good commentary on slut-shaming and victim blaming and abusive parenting. And on one hand, I can see why so many people find issue with the romanticization of the when I kissed the teacher trope- but I can defend it, too.

The book is in Prue’s perspective. She thinks she’s in love with Rax, so obviously, she’s not going to throw in some valuable moral at the end- because she’s too young and inexperienced to think otherwise. And sadly, there are loads of instances of child abuse that go unreported because the victims just don’t know better.

What I have issue with is how the school dealt with it, ultimately. Prudence, a child, has to deal with the consequences of the actions of a literal child predator. Sure, Rax ‘clears his name’ by cooking up some bullshit story about how it was only a crush and he didn’t encourage it, but you’d think other adults would know better and, oh, I dunno- dig deeper into it, instead of blaming it on a child?

“She says you told Mr. Raxberry you loved him and he held you in his arms and fondled you.”

Which Prudence denies, because, again, she doesn’t know better. She then goes on to say that they did nothing wrong. To which the adult speaking to her, in this case, the principal, Miss Wilmott, goes on to say:

“I’m not sure that’s entirely true… I feel that there are some aspects of your friendship that could be considered inappropriate.”

FYI, lady, he kissed her- multiple times (not that kissing her once makes him any more redeemable), and told her he loved her, and admitted to fantasizing about running away with her and leaving his family behind. Fun fact: do you know Prudence is underage?

You’d think that Miss Wilmott would maybe give this whole fiasco a favorable ending, but it turns out she listens to school gossip;

“I haven’t been at all happy with your attitude. You don’t seem to understand how to behave in school. I’ve heard tales of unsuitable underwear and then a silly romance with one of the boys in your class. I feel that in the space of a few short weeks you’ve made rather a bad name for yourself… I don’t know whether you intend to be deliberately insolent but you certainly come across as an unpleasantly opinionated and arrogant girl… I can’t help feeling that you’ll be much better off elsewhere. I shall try hard to engineer a suitable transfer to another school.”

And then she comes out with this gem:

“If you won’t leave, then I shall have to ensure that Mr. Raxberry finds another position.”

“No, you can’t do that! He’s a brilliant teacher.”

“You should have thought of that before you started acting in this ridiculous and precocious manner. If I were another kind of headteacher, I would have Mr. Raxberry instantly suspended. There could even be a court case. He would not only lose his job, he could find himself in very serious trouble. Did you ever stop to think about that?”

Girlboss, gaslight and gatekeep. The fucking trifecta.

Also, by ‘another kind of headteacher’, does she mean the kind of headteacher WHO DOESN’T LET CHILD PREDATORS ROAM FREELY WITHIN THEIR HALLS?

This bitch is out here blaming a child, a literal child, for the crimes of an adult man.

The only time Prue seems aware of the fact that Mr. Raxberry is actually a very shit person is her immediate thoughts that follow after she tells Miss Wilmott she’ll take the fall;

I so wanted to save darling Rax- and yet why hadn’t he wanted to save me? Had he told Miss Wilmott it was all my fault, that I’d got a ridiculous crush on him, that I’d made ludicrous advances to him? … I wanted to tell this horrible, patronizing woman how hungrily he’d kissed me, but I couldn’t do it. I loved him. I had to help him.

NO, SWEETHEART; YOU MOST DEFINITELY DO NOT.

And maybe I’m going overboard with all these excerpts, but here’s what Rax has to tell Prue, after school, following her expulsion:

“I let her think the worst of you, the best of me, just to save my skin. I said it was ridiculous talking about a love affair between us. I said you simply had a crush on me, and that I was just trying to be kind… You were brave enough to stand up to me and force me to acknowledge the truth… I love you… That’s why I had to take a risk and see you this one last time. I didn’t want you to think I didn’t care… Every night when I close my eyes, I’ll think of us together in this car and how badly I wanted to drive off with you. I’ll imagine us walking hand in hand at the water’s edge… I wish I wasn’t such a coward.”

(I burrow into the pillow further. I’m trying to suffocate myself.)

And that’s where I think Wilson went wrong. Sure, Prudence getting expelled for something that was completely out of her hands is unfair, and horrible, but it’s real. That shit can happen.

What’s bad is showing Rax in a positive light after all that. If only Wilson had written Rax to not be the Romeo he thinks he is. Make him ignore Prudence, throw her under the bus in front of her face, instead of this star-crossed lovers bullshit it’s made out to be. Show your younger audience that Rax is not a good man. I’ve got a little over two weeks left for my twentieth; I can see why this is unacceptable. But I was a little younger than Prue when I watched Pretty Little Liars, and my only gripe with Aria dating Ezra was that Noel Kahn was so much cuter.

It shows when you scroll down the Goodreads reviews; you’ve got adults giving it one or two stars, and teenagers giving it four or five, with their biggest complaints being, “but Toby was cuter!!!”

Other non-pedophilia related complaints regarding the book include: Prudence being unlikable- which I didn’t really notice, considering she reacted to some people way better than I would’ve, even at 19 (which probably says a lot more about me than it does about Prue, but oh well). Still, Prudence obviously isn’t the most prudent of people- and again, she’s fourteen. Look me in eye and tell me you weren’t an arsehole at that age (unless you’re fourteen now, in which case, I assure you that you’ll look back on yourself someday and go ‘wtf was I thinking’). Bringing up Toby’s dyslexia in an argument was low, though.

There were people who thought the Kings’ almost-Amish lifestyle was exaggerated and unrealistic, but I assure you, it may very well be real. There are 8 billion people on the world- it’s fair to assume that several of them are complete weirdos.

Grace was a sweet character, and I adored her with every fiber of my being. As were her friends Iggy and Figgy. Honestly, I would’ve loved a book about Iggy, Figgy and Piggy’s (mis)adventures too.

[draconic-ichor]

In the Steel Steeds Heart

Chapter 14: Dinner as a Family: Part 1

Warnings: strong language, sexual themes, blood, mentions of death

Summary: Mother Miranda calls all the Lords to a family dinner, even asking for Juniper by name…

Feedback appreciated. 18+

Juniper rolled over and cuddled into Heisenberg, still half asleep. He stretched a bit, easing his arms around her as he relaxed back into the bed. He had plans to get done, but they could wait just a bit longer.

Juniper blinked up at him, a sleepy smile spread over her lips. He met her gaze, lips lazily mirroring her own.

In a small sweet voice she murmured, “You smell so bad, Karl.”

He blinked down at her dumfounded for a moment before lightly shoving her across the bed, huffing out, “Fuck you.”

She was a fit of giggles the whole way.

Their mirth was short lived. The shrill ring of the phone pieced the calm morning air. Heisenberg stiffened sitting up. Juniper instantly went quiet, worry knotting her brow.

Heisenberg stormed over to the phone, suspiciously picking up the phone with heavy reservations.

“Yea?” He spoke roughly into the receiver.

Hearing a woman’s voice Juniper came closer to listen:

“Is that how you answer calls?” Lady Dimitrescu’s voice sounded. Heisenberg snorted. She made a sound of disgust on the other end.

“What the fuck do you want? I’m busy.” Heisenberg spoke, irritation sneaking into his tone.

“Mother wanted me to remind you about the dinner planned for tonight. She’s considering it mandatory that we all attend.” The woman explained.

Heisenberg glanced at Juniper, confusion in his eyes, “A little damn short notice, isn’t it?”

“Oh, dear.” He heard a snobbish laughter filter through the phone, “Did your invitation get lost?”

Heisenberg ground his teeth.

“No matter, be here tonight. Dinner is at seven, and Heisenberg?” Lady Dimitrescu’s voice was cool, almost mocking, “Make sure you bring our sweet little Juniper along.”

“Why?!” He barked, “So you can show off and stroke your ego?”

“Mother Miranda asked for her by name.” Came the answer making Heisenberg’s words die on his tongue. In his silence Lady Dimitrescu smirked, “Don’t be tardy. Oh, and do clean up, won’t you?”

Before she could say anything else Heisenberg slammed the receiver down angrily. He placed his palms flat against the table, simmering.

Juniper waited for him to speak, worriedly.

“Mother wants us to go to dinner tonight at the supersized bitch’s castle.” He informed her, “And she asked for you specifically…”

“What, why?” Juniper blurted out.

Heisenberg quickly turned towards her, “Fuck if I know! Nothing good, it’s never good when she takes interest in someone.”

Juniper’s stomach clenched. She thought for a moment, biting her lip.

“Then let’s not give her any reason to suspect anything.” She finally spoke.

Heisenberg shook his head, pushing past her.

“Karl. Let’s go and be civil then leave. In and out.” She pressed following him.

“Fuck that.” He spat, shoulders tight, “I’m not going to yuk it up for that Bitch.”

Green eyes narrowing, Juniper grabbed his arm. He froze, but didn’t look at her. “If we piss Miranda off we could be in more danger.”

“You’re in danger already.” His voice was low, light fear pricking it.

“So let’s not make it any worse.”

“….hmm.”

“You told me we have to play along, so that’s what we’re going to do.” Juniper spoke evenly, “You’re going to be polite and not cause any problems ok.”

He growled. Juniper touch softened as she continued, “You always told me to be careful…now I’m telling you. I’m not saying you have to kiss Alicina’s boots, just don’t cause trouble. Ok?”

When he didn’t answer she insisted, “Ok, Karl?”

“Fuck.” He looked down, “I’ll behave…but just for you.”

Juniper hugged him for a moment. “Now go shower and I’ll wash your coat.”

“Why?!”

“It stinks, I know you won’t dress up so I’m at least going to wash it. I’m going to brush your hair too.” She reached up to paw at his tangled locks with a critical eye.

He pulled away, “Now that’s too far.”

“Well you better brush it yourself then.” She huffed, starting to pull his coat off.

He gave a little chuckle, “Trying to get me naked?”

Juniper rolled her eyes, fully removing his coat. A thought struck her as she smiled sweetly up at Heisenberg.

“Would that help convince you to strip down and clean yourself up?”

She saw him pause, thinking it over. “You drive a hard bargain, Buttercup.” He smiled toothily.

“So?”

“Deal!” He helped her remove the rest of his clothes, practically jumping into the bed after. He acted like an excited young boy, even when they fucked  like rabbits.

Patting his thigh once he was comfortable, he smiled cockily, “Come sit, Doll. Convince me to be a good little bastard for a night.”

~

They stood on the polished stone steps of Castle Dimitrescu’s gate. Juniper straightened Heisenberg’s collar, looking over him with almost a motherly warmth. Part of him wanted to shrug her away, unused to someone dotting on him in such a way. His face was pensive, his lips a thin line as he stood still for her preening. After she was happy with his appearance her eyes softened. Juniper cupped his jaw, strong and rough under her fingers. His pale eyes rose to meet her own behind his dark shades.

“You are so handsome.” She smiled, her voice sweet and sincere. 

He sighed, giving her an awkward smile before he hid behind bravado, “Tell me something I don’t know, Doll.”

They shared a light kiss before going to the door. Heisenberg pushed it heavily open, without pausing to knock.

The castle was very unlike the factory, glistening and delicate. But under all the gilded edges, seeped into the corners, the stale odor of death still clung. Juniper had long grown used to the hot, clinging air of the factory, finding that the castle felt almost stale and dry in comparison.

The owner of the castle could be heard long before seen, her thunderous steps echoing on the marble floors.

“Wicked witch is comin’.” Heisenberg snickered. Juniper shot him a scolding look just before the lady herself came into view at the top of the stairs.

“Ah, Heisenberg! For once you are early.” She looked down at them, “And actually washed! My, my, a lady’s touch is doing such wonders for you.”

Her tone was mocking, her yellow eyes keen.

Remembering his promise he chewed the inside of his cheek, eyes burning embers.

His silence was taken as a victory. Dimitrescu descended the stairs, each step slow and overbearing.

“Juniper dear, is that the best thing you had to wear?”She looked down at her, “I expected such thuggish attire from Heisenberg, but you too my dear?”

Juniper’s face flushed with embarrassment, before Heisenberg could snap she admitted, “I’m afraid so ma’am.”

She had thought herself well dressed enough for the occasion.

“Hm.” The giant woman pondered for a long moment before snapping her fingers. Two maids came at the sound, curtsying.

“Girls, find Juniper something to wear.” She ordered, “Something to compliment the evening.”

Juniper started to protest, but Alicina insisted, “Oh please it’s the least I could do.”

She strode away with heavy footfalls. Juniper looked down at her boots, feeling out of place.

“Hey kitten, you don’t have to do shit she asks.” Heisenberg hissed in a low voice, “You look great.”

“Thank you.” She smiled weakly. It wasn’t long before the maids returned, a folded dark dress in their hands.

“Come this way m’lady.” The shorter maid instructed as they both turned, beginning to lead them to a changing room. Approaching the door, the maids allowed Juniper to enter, but barred the way for Heisenberg.

He looked down at them heatedly.

“No men are allowed within the changing room my Lord.” One spoke.

“I’ll be ok,” Juniper smiled. He backed down, leaning against the far wall to wait for her. The knob turned, Heisenberg glanced up. His mouth went completely dry.

She wore an evening dress: made out of red velvet, with a collared neckline, a V-cut window into the chest, and made without sleeves. The fabric clung to her every curve, her cleavage peeking through the chest window.

Juniper tucked a strand of hair behind her ear self-consciously, “Does it look ok?”

He swallowed hard, feeling his face flush.

Clearing his throat he answered, “It looks great, Doll.”

She beamed, giving him a little twirl. His heartbeat quickened, the dress leaving little to the imagination.

The maids giggled at his reaction. They quickly escaped after receiving a warning look.

Now alone Juniper closed the distance between them. She placed her hand on his chest, looking at him through her lashes.

“You want to tell me what you really think?” Her voice was low, causing blood to pulse to his cock.

Heisenberg took a breath, trying to push those thoughts away. He took her hand in his own, leaning down to whisper, “After this little shindig is over I’m going to ruin you.”

“Mmm.” She rumbled, “You’ll have to be a good boy.”

He licked his teeth, “I might not be able to wait till we get back to the factory.”

“Easy.” Juniper’s lips ghosted over his own before she pulled away. He almost growled.

“We should get back before we’re missed.” She pointed out.

As they made their way down the long halls, a choir of giggles broke out, loud and piercing.

“Juniper!” Cassandra exclaimed, rushing forward. The other sisters close behind.

“We missed you.” Another smiled. The third giggled while adding, “You were so much fun!”

Heisenberg saw Juniper draw back, fear rimming her green eyes. It made his stomach curdle with anger. Striding forward he brandished his hammer, growling, “If I find even a damn scratch on her I’ll break every fucking window in this castle.”

The sister’s eyes widened in surprise. They retreated back, Bella sticking her tongue out, “She reeks of old dog now anyways!”

Their forms shifted into a large mass of swollen flies, filtering through a doorway deeper into the castle.

Heisenberg felt Juniper hand on his arm. His posture softened as he turned back to meet her gaze.

She looked relieved, but spoke lightly, “I know you are wanting to keep up appearances…you don’t have to protect me all night.”

He pulled her a bit closer, burying his face into her hair, giving her a rough whisper, “It’s my job, buttercup.”

She nuzzled into him thankfully.

Oddly, no one else had yet sat at the large table within the main dining hall. The room was almost too quiet, save for the far off echoes of the maid’s heels. Juniper took a seat near the middle of the closest side, patting the seat next to her. Heisenberg heavily sighed, trudging over to sit down. He kicked out his legs widely, slouching in the chair. He looked like an angsty teenager.

Juniper squeezed his knee, “Only a few short hours.”

He nodded.

A maid came briskly in, pushing a wine cart. The cart was white with gold trim, a large bucket containing 3 bottles of wine sat on top. The maid gingerly set glasses down before them both, her eyes soft and ever looking downward.

She went back to the cart,retrieving and uncorking one of the bottles. She served Juniper first, filling her glass with red wine. It stuck to the inside and was much thicker than Juniper thought it should be.

The maid went to pour the next glass. Heisenberg caught her wrist before any wine could spill into the cup, making the maid gasp.

“No wine for me.” He rumbled, “Whisky.”

He released the maid.

She took a step back, looking at the floor.

“My Lord the Ladyship requested we only serve wine at the table.” Her voice wavered.

“Sweetheart, either you go pour me a glass or I’ll find the whole damn bottle.” His tone was warning.

Worry etched into the maid’s features. She quickly curtsied, “Yes, Lord Heisenberg. Right away.”

When the maid’s shoe falls had faded into the distance, Juniper hissed in a low tone, “Are you going to make an ass of yourself all night?”

Still tense as all hell, Heisenberg shot her a look over his shades, “Yea, and?”

Juniper rolled her eyes, turning away, not wanting to argue. She shifted her attention to the wine. Never one for heavy drinking she lifted the glass almost timidly.

The liquid was indeed thick and sticky over her tongue, almost bitter as it gave away to an irony aftertaste. She wanted to hate it, but something inside her pulsed, compelled to drink more. Everywhere the liquid touched left a heavy residue, her cup still red after she finished it.

“Easy, Buttercup.” Heisenberg warned.

She shot him a look.

Donna and Angie were the next to arrive, both in their usual garb. Angie excitedly greeted Juniper, almost falling out of Donna’s hands while trying to wave.

They sat directly across from them, Donna carefully placing Angie into her own seat first. Ever silent, Donna delicately sat down, giving Juniper a small wave.

Moreau was next, almost sliding on the polished floors. His breath was laborer as he took a seat one down from Juniper. She was silently thankful for the small gap between them. He still frightened her.

Lastly entered Mother Miranda and their host. The little semblance of calm evaporated from the table, everyone straightening and growing almost nervous as the women took their places at both ends of the table. Positions of importance.

As the maids hurried about to get everyone served their wine, and Heisenberg his whiskey, Miranda began to speak.

“Thank you, all my dear children, for attending this dinner. Especially our host, Lady Dimitrescu.”

“Oh Mother Miranda, it is nothing.” Alicina gushed, failing to sound humble.

Miranda gave a forced smile, taking a sip of wine before continuing, “As you all know, in two day's time, the full moon will rise over our little village, and Lord Heisenberg will lead another Hunt.”

Heisenberg nodded solemnly as her eyes fell on him.

Before Miranda could continue a small hand raised. All eyes turned to Juniper.

“Ma’am, can I ask something?” She chirped, face rosy under their combined gazes.

Miranda gave her a long look, her face unreadable.

“You may.” She nodded, adding, “And Dear Juniper, call me Mother.”

Juniper swallowed hard at her words, “M-Mother…why do you have the hunts? Aren’t the villagers important to you?”

There was genuine confusion in Juniper's tone, causing Miranda to laugh. It was a clear piercing sound, one Juniper never wanted to hear again.

“Oh my Dear!” Mother Miranda took a breath to compose herself, “The villager’s importance is in what they can provide for us. Their devotion is the principle in keeping order.”

She went on to explain, “We use the Hunts not only to thin the herd of the weak but to keep their devotion strong. When I feel their convictions wane or their offerings lessen we drive them with fear. Like dogs herding the sheep back to shelter.”

Realization filled Juniper's green eyes, her face losing color. The Hunts were just a way for Miranda to keep control. If the villagers didn’t worship her with absolution she would send terror driving them back to the church. Where she can be waiting to be their savior once more.

A cruel game.

“Do you understand?” Mother Miranda asked.

“Yes Ma-…I mean Mother.” Juniper nodded, looking down at her glass.

The maids brought in the first course: bread with herbed oil, and soup that smelled of cream and truffles. They placed a bowl before every guest.

“The food looks delicious Ma’am.” Juniper folded her hands in her lap, “Thank you.”

She looked at Heisenberg expectantly. He shifted the cigar from his teeth to his hand, giving a tight, “…Thanks.”

Alicina gave a cocky smirk, “So you’ve finally been able to teach this dog some manners.”

Before Juniper had a chance to respond, Heisenberg’s head snapped towards her.

“Blow it up your ass!” He growled, ashing the cigar on the tablecloth before returning it to his lips.

Alicina gave a look of disgust, turning away.

The room filled with the clinking of spoons and the light tapping of the maids going to and fro to keep every guest's cup filled.

Juniper gazed over to Moraue. The poor creature struggled to pick up his spoon, the metal slipping out of his twisted hands. Even though he still frightened her, she pitied him. His deformities were no fault of his own and he always strove to please with an almost childlike optimism.

Thinking for a moment, Juniper pulled an extra hair-tie from her wrist. She picked up her second spoon, looping the tie multiple times around the handle until it fit securely and snuggly.

She reached over the free chair and gently took Moraue’s left hand.

He almost jumped at the contact, his one good eye flicking up to her with a mix of confusion and apprehension.

The table grew quiet as Juniper placed her augmented spoon into his hand. His skin was cool and slimy as she encouraged his fingers to wrap around it. Pulling back to sit fully into her seat once more she felt relief, seeing him able to grip the utensil.

Moraue looked down at it for a moment, realizing the grip allowed him to better use it. He beamed up at her, smiling wide and innocent, “Thank you, you are too kind!”

Juniper nodded, returning the smile. Turning back to her own bowl of soup, the rest of the table slowly followed, slightly bewildered.

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BFCD Reviews by Nesha: Final Space, Season 3

Everybody that know me know that I’m high class #Quillective trash and my main thoughts and feelings go out to Quinn Ergon and Gary Goodspeed - precious Gemini gems, and of course the BABIES: Little Cato, Ash and Fox #NeshaLuhDaKids I had some attachment to Avocato once upon a time, but that n***a got on my LAST nerves this season, so we currently at “Do you, Boo” status by the end of S3, and eventually, yes, I’ma get to why that is. 

Disclaimer for somebody who stumbled across this post because of the fandom tags - I am an independent partaker of this content, not “part of the fandom,” and my audience in particular is NOT for everybody. SO: If you may have been criticized in the past for casual racism, tone deafness to Black women’s concerns or accused of misogynoir or antiblackness, leave now. 

If you don’t like cussing, AAVE, general ratchetness and mean lesbian energy, you too might wanna go. A bitch can be eloquent, but I type like I talk, at times, so it is what it is and I don’t curate for kids, dudes, or nonblacks. That’s just what that is.

I wanna start with Ash Graven. This season is about Ash more than anybody else, despite the fact that there was a lot of emphasis on Avocato’s toxic ass man pain and growth in Quinn and Gary’s relationship, ULTIMATELY, nobody in the crew did more coming into fruition as Ash did, and I have a lot to say about her, because I have a lot of feelings.

♡ Ash Graven

1. Ash is a kid. Lol. Everybody got very confused because of the unnecessary transformation that Invictus gave her. Ash did not “grow up,” her body was altered. That’s a fuckin kid in a woman’s body. A kid who has previously been living with survivor’s guilt, parental abuse/neglect/exploitation, chronic trauma, and a disastrous superpower that most people could not be trusted to carry. She’s a child having a coming of age moment in this season that is mostly molded in manipulation. If you hate on Ash, go fuck yourself. ESPECIALLY if I’ve caught you stanning other characters who have been shit characters, in this fandom or not. Ash was dealt a shit hand and nobody had her back but her brothers, and she’s done what she could and thought was best to care for them. Anybody that missed that - just don’t have kids, K.

2. Ash has no parental guidance. As far as she knows, the only adults who have ever had her back are dead and the ones that she’s stuck with now, she GAVE a chance to try to trust them. She gave Quinn a chance to try to see some of Nightfall (the only adult that we’ve seen not exploit her) in her. She gave Gary a chance by choosing him over Clarence, when she had to make a choice. She even gave Clarence’s ass another chance - with which he responded by dying to not fail her. Now, she has Gary, who just a few days or weeks ago, idek, forced her to try to summon her powers while she was both injured and also upset over having to leave her brother behind - TO SAVE HIS GIRLFRIEND! And she got snatched away in the process and left behind with the enemy, to be mentally assaulted and returned changed, only to have them not trust her.

I love Quinn too. I love her dearly. But the facts were that she was dying and having an episode that nobody could really help with, and Gary didn’t take the time or consideration to think about the stress that he was putting on Ash by putting her in the position to make her feel like she needed to save Quinn for him. Whether or not she was the only one who could, that is a lot to put on a child, and not only did he do it, but he didn’t even seem to think that hard about it whenever he then left her ass. Sure, he was glad when she was returned, but that was a fucked up situation that yet another adult put her into, and the first thing that he should have wanted to do when seeing her was to apologize and try to make it right. It was a huge miscalculation to treat her as a potential enemy that he and Avocato needed to vet. EVEN IF that’s what she was to them, both of them should have had the sense to assess while still treating her as the kid that they supposedly knew.

3. Most of her trauma has been recent and continuous. She looked up to Nightfall, watched her die, and had a meltdown. The events from Season 2 (with Clarence almost killing Fox and leaving him to die, her leaving his side to help out, seeing that Sheryl was treacherous to her own son, losing Nightfall), and the events that are taking place in Season 3 are only in the span of a few months.

They were only stranded for a month whenever we see them surviving together. That girl has had more happen to her to hurt her than to help her and nobody around her BUT Little Cato has been sensitive to that. And they are all fucking adults.

These things being noted - changing Ash’s design was the absolute worse fucking thing. Aging a girl up to make the bad things that follow more palatable is what that seems to be. Ash is still a kid. And THEN, they allegedly made her a queer kid. I say allegedly, because that “reveal” was so poorly done and subtle and weak that I, an almost 40 year old queer, didn’t realize that that’s what they meant whenever they said that they were gonna reveal somebody as a character who is part of the LGBT community.

So... FS production just gon’ decide not only to transform her body into that of a woman, when her mind is still full on traumatized child and hormonal teenager, but also, she likes girls, and they didn’t even do it in a cohesive way that added to the story. They threw it in, like, “BTW, she likes girls, and also, she’s full grown now.” then immediately went for the “Villain” lever, and bitches just ate that shit up. Fuck y’all, forreal. 

& Fox

He didn’t deserve that shit. And, I know a lot of people felt that he was pointless and boring, but his ass was sweet and caring and searching for love and acceptance. As a background character, I liked him. But, he was literally just fodder for Ash’s downfall, which was unfair and problematic, considering that his ass is definitely Black coded. Don’t play. He was voiced by a Black man, spoke with a blaccent, and definitely would be read as Black if you wasn’t looking at him and seeing an alien. They gave him a sacrificial negro trope, the big friendly negro that can kill you but loves everybody trope, and they used his death to just push some narrative forward to set up the one verified queer character as a villain. They got they ass in a vehicle and rolled right over another Black character, and another queer character. Chile...

 ♡ Little Cato!!!

My precious have not been getting some good for too long, and I have had it. He’s not focused on so much this season as he is in the background of other people’s stories, but a very important takeaway is and will always be that Little Cato, aside from Fox, really was the only one here who consistently treated her like she mattered, so it made a lot of sense that he could be the catalyst for her finally having ENOUGH with these people.

I really wish that he could have found out the truth about his past from Avocato, because that’s really who OWED him that truth, but Ash did the thing that I’d expect and told him, to be honest with him. She even told him that Avocato wanted to tell him and that she took that right away from him, because she didn’t believe he deserved it, and I’m respecting her for that, too. I wish she could see how much it hurt Little Cato for her to try to take him away from his home. 

Little Cato has lived before, for a while, and he’s not mature enough to behave as a man, but he at least has a loving foundation to draw from, and having had that support, this is more of his home than it is Ash’s. He doesn’t know how to explain that to her, and she doesn’t know how to understand that for him. Just a tragic situation for two kids with a lot of problems.

♡ Quinn Ergon & Gary Goodspeed

Quinnary notes that might not be featured in the BFCD Reviews by Nesha:  (Quinn Ergon/Nightfall x Gary Goodspeed) rundown - 

I've had two favorite parts of this season so far and they're very mediocre things that you wouldn't think would be like my favorite part but they are. One of them was that the first thing Gary does when she wakes up is to ask her about her sister (someone obviously very important to her who he's previously promised to allow to let live through Quinn's memory and says he wants to hear about her when he's trying to keep Quinn from dying). Because... He really did care and wasn't just saying something to keep her.

Quinn's mother fucked her up in a way that is so frustrating because Black mamas really will traumatize you about their younger kids. That shit hurt. You showed your daughter dead bodies to make her think about that in the event that your other daughter might be in battle? Bitch wtf

Whenever we say that Black girls are programmed to put everybody ahead of us, that's unfortunately not just including Society, it's in households too. And Quinn comes from this place where that is her reality... Then she meets Gary and he doesn't even register for her as anything special. He doesn't appear impressive or incredible in any way... But he (admittedly) weirdly locks on to her and shares himself - thinking that he's showing himself to her, and ultimately he DOES. And he wants to see her too, beyond all this, who she is, at her most humane. He wants to know about her sister. About someone who mattered to her enough to have the helm of her trauma when she was out of touch with reality. Very soft. Very sweet.

The other was when they were talking about how they met and stuff and Gary absolutely cringed thinking about how corny he was when he approached this woman. A lot of dudes never do that. The complaint of earlier seasons that Gary was overbearing, obsessive and creepy , if you missed the fact that he has terrible abandonment issues from his father’s death and his mother’s rejection, here we have him, in his adult state, looking back at the way he was and being embarrassed about it, and that’s growth!

A close third is whenever at the beginning of the Season he says "Quinn it's been a month eventually you have to open up to me about what you've been through" and she says "I will in time" and he respects it but he reiterates that he's there whenever she needs him. I don't think that people realize how revolutionary that kind of statement is especially for a character like Quinn to hear - who has always felt like she had to take charge, had to take the lead, had to make the sacrifice.

Even when she realized that she was dying, she didn't want to burden him with the information. Not even like ‘a thing that she knew if that could help prevent it and she didn't want him to have to go after it,’ but... she didn't even want him to have to deal with knowing about it!

Maybe she thought that she would just drop, maybe she didn't realize that he was going to have to see her in that condition. And then once she realized that he was going to have to see her in that condition one of the first things she says is "I should have told you." Girl is on her deathbed wishing she had done it differently, for Gary's benefit.

I saw somebody on Twitter tried to come for her about not going to Gary after he killed Fox (you know, shortly after her surgery to save her from the very brink of death, and listen... Quinn comes to see about Gary when she can. She’s done it several times. In fact, I’ma make a whole POST about Quinn and Gary moments SPECIFICALLY to point out to haters in the main tag - where they got Quinn Ergon, and by extension, me, FUCKED UP.

Stop Playing in Quinn Face

HI! HELLO. ACTUALLY MY FAVORITE PART OF THIS SEASON IS THAT QUINN AND GARY JUST FUCKED. THANK YOU VERY MUCH. THANKS. OK. Back 2 bidness

See.. after Gary and Quinn got over the humps of Quinn’s Final Space poisoning... everyone got it... nobody told her until Avocato was mad and told her during a lash out, and let me say something about Avocato’s fucking audacity this season... 

♡ Avocato (Note: His name is A-V-O-C-A-T-O. Some of y’all be tryna stan and y’all can’t even spell his name.)

I done seent Avacata, Avocata... That’s not that dude name. Be writing whole ass expositions about some other Ventrexian n*gga. Hope this helps:

AVOCATO. Listen, boy. YOU decided to be a traitor to your people and your king and queen. YOU decided to dedicate your cause to the Lord Commander and lied to your son his entire life about killing his parents, raising him, and never talking to him about it.

Yet and STILL - whenever you had the chance to finally tell him, you ain’t do the shit. Lord Commander gave you the perfect ass opportunity - WHEN IT CAME UP, and even then, with that boy looking you dead in the face and being glad that now he knows everything... you ain’t Ventrexian man up.

Then, whenever you were supposed to be checking on Gary after his traumatic murder fight with Fox and Invictus, you turned it around and literally made it about you. attacking him in the process and only after a physical fight did you apologize. (And y’all still didn’t get back to what had happened to Gary, which was no real fault of his own). 

Fast forward to after you willingly agreed to stay behind and fight and y’all lost. Now, it was Quinn’s turn to be the center of your blame and you lashed out at her because everybody is dying, despite the fact that y’all agreed to stay behind and fight, nobody even told her that y’all were sick, AND you still wasn’t 100 with Little Cato. 

You just had a lot of mothafuckin audacity this season, Avocato, and I personally was not here for the shit. Even when Ash blasted yo ass, your main thought was to threaten to kill her if she took Little Cato, instead of assuring her that despite what you’ve done, Little Cato was safe with you. No, she wouldn’t have listened to you. But, the words you chose tell us about who you are and how you are. You a war mongering killer that don’t ever take responsibility for his shit, and even in those brief moments that you do, its always somebody else’s problem. 

I’da thunk that LC getting snatched away would be humbling for you, but I guess you were chosen by the writers for minimal growth. Bye, Avocato. Witcha bitch ass. We is not cool right now, but you do you. Hope you find some growth up there in ya ass, where ya head been. 😁 Can’t believe I mourned yo ass. You coulda stayed dead as hell.

FINALE NOTES:

OK BITCH OK THIS FINALE WAS HYPE!

Let me pull it up so that I can liveblog it for the shit that I need to conclude this journey. 

We start out after Ash done took Little Cato and burnt off. Gary and AVOCATO done said they finna go get they son. Chile, I cannot handle Biskit voice. I like that lil’ dude but ya voice, Mane. I can’t with it. 

OK OK OK... Whenever Quinn comes up to Gary to talk to him and say potential goodbyes, she look like she wanna say some and that makes me think about whenever she looked like she wanted to say something in season 1 and didn’t. Quinn as grown a lot in her feelings for Gary, but she still has that hard time with talking about her feelings, but I love that you can see them in her face.

Chile... these folk was kinda taking they time gettin started, huh? Knuckas, do y’all remember that everybody finna die of FS poisoning? Lol. Also... why didn’t they start hallucinating and shit? I guess its not until it covers ya face? 

NIGHTFALL. 😥 I love you, Sis. I miss you. But, “Because I’m you and WE think of everything...” YES. I HAVE BEEN SAYING THAT! EVERYBODY EXPECTS QUINN TO THINK OF EVERYTHING AND WHENEVER THEY DON’T THINK OF THE THINGS, SHE GETS BLAMED FOR MAKING THE TOUGH DECISIONS THAT NOBODY ELSE COULD EVEN MAKE. Underappreciated, really. And people still mark Nightfall as a villain, despite the fact that she not only sacrificed herself, but also came specifically to help another Gary. Sidenote - Nightfall didn’t actually pursuit Quinn’s Gary until Quinn was trapped in Final Space and she thought she got a signal from him. So, I’m still salty AF that she been labelled as a villain just because people don’t like her, when her actions have all been to try to help. Here is no difference. She thought of the things that she didn’t think a younger version of her would think of, and left it for Quinn to find. Nightfall be on RNS, and most of y’all didn’t deserve her.

Quinn’s identity crisis is so sad, but I liked that Nightfall EVEN thought about that. And Sheryl... you kinda starting to grow on me. I hate to give shitty mothers who find compassion in old chance a try, but she do seem to really be giving it a go. 

Ash is so fucked up that she rushes right into the devil’s arms. This reminds me of when trafficking victims go back to their abusers because they don’t have the resources to adjust in the system. 😪 She REALLY believes what she’s saying. She really feels like Little Cato is safer with Invictus with the Team Squad. That’s sad as fuck, bruh. 

THE. ACTING. AND. ARTWORK. IN. THIS. CONFRONTATION. SCENE.

Avocato... I’m proud of you for FINALLY taking responsibility ad opening up about it. Little Cato’s reaction is precisely how kids in the system are, as well. They wanna be at home with their parents, no matter who their parents are or what they’ve done. and Avocato meant what he said and did what I referred to earlier as “Ventraxian man up.”

“I’m sorry we failed you,” from Gary was so important. Because, they technically did fail her. Had Ash seen the same amount of love from Gary as she’s seen him give to others, she might have been more receptive to the truth and less susceptible to lies. But, as she had just said earlier, it was too late for kind words. She’s currently beyond accepting them from him. For a brief moment, it breaks through, but without that ability to know love from an adult properly, she can’t accept that apology right now.

H.U.E. with his big robot, Lord Commander...EYE. There’s so much happening right now bitch processing has left the room girl. Biskit did so damn much this episode. And it was good to see everybody on the team have a moment to help things, instead of like one person having to handle the bulk of things. 

Quinn’s begging voice... its such a contrast from whenever she sent out the SOS in season 1 and was afraid and angry. Like... the desperation here shows her softness. 

Ash’s RAGE Bitch...

Gary’s “I love you...” She looked so happy! And then she just sat with it. I feel like she definitely loves him too, but she doesn’t communicate that way. But, her FACE. She was just... did she think that he didn’t before, or was she just speechless because she didn’t expect to hear it? Because, we gotta be real... Sis probably has not ever heard those words from anybody before. And that first time, when it’s really there is a DOOZIE. She had an abusive mother, a seemingly jealous or competitive sister, and we saw how nobody in the Infinity Guard respected her ass when she was serving them the real. I think this is the first time she’s been in love or felt it and when Gary said it, she had to collect herself. The way she ran to him and jumped into his arms??? SHIPPING CRACK. And Mooncake was a part of their hug too. I have a lot of feelings about this dynamic since Quinn and Mooncake are the only characters that we’ve seen Gary have these “love at first sight” reactions to and Mooncake is the first character that I recall Quinn being nice to in S1. 

So.. my heart was very full when they ripped it from my chest moments later. Mooncake has been watching Team Squad members be self sacrificing for a little while now, and he loves his family and Gary so much that he rushes straight towards danger. (Sure, I don’t think that he estimated how powerful Ash could be at this moment), but he had to at least consider that he might be caught or left behind.

Bitch, Ash is GONE. She said, “Fuck all y’all!” Not knowing whether or not Mooncake is destroyed makes it very hard for me to know how much I can stand this, but I also want to hope that he is gonna survive. Quinn having to make the decision to lightfold is hella sad, but even though Gary is destroyed, he has to know that this is exactly how Ash must’ve felt whenever he had to make the call to leave Fox behind. She hated to do that to Gary. She even seemed more regretful about it than Gary did whenever he had to leave Fox and when he left Ash. Sure, its because she loves him more than he loved Fox and Ash, but its a terrible position to be in to have to hurt somebody you love like that. On the other hand, they gave her hella shit for them not escaping when could have the first time, so naturally, she was going to make this decision. 

It very much sucks that Invictus is free and my brain can’t eeem FATHOM what that means for everything and everybody, but the Final Space poisoning left the Team Squad’s system, so maybe there is a rejuvenation of some sort in Invictus’ power? Or does Final Space poisoning leave your system as soon as you leave Final Space? I don’t think that was clarified. 

Anyways, I still don’t hate Ash. Y’all can say whatever about it, but I see sad white boys get forgiven all day every day on this site, and I’m upset, but I’m not letting my baby go. I’m not cheering her on, but unless she dies, I’m gonna hope for the best for her, like I said here. 

DAMN this season was some shit. Ionknow if I’m emotionally capable of watching another season of Final Space in progress. If they make it back for another season, I will most likely just wait until the end to dive in and let them shock my senses all at once instead of on a weekly goddamn basis, because GODDAMN GODDAMN GODDDAMN!

@andromidagalaxie @daintyurbanprincess @shslargue @space-finally​  The Quinnary Moments Masterlist probably won’t be ready by Quinn’s birthday, since her birthday is the day before Juneteenth, but I’ve started on a little fic that I might have the first installment of posted by then. We shall see. 

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Here is my JOURNEY during my first watch of the first two seasons of the show. (I watched Season 3 in progress and waited until it was over to write up this review) and my probably incoherent tag of whenever I do me a lil’ liveblogging: Nesha Watches Final Space, and here is my review on Quinnary: BFCD Reviews by Nesha: (Quinn Ergon/Nightfall x Gary Goodspeed) FINAL SPACE

[gagmebucky]

Hi, I just really wanted to rant about something and I don’t really want to talk about it with anyone I know irl so…

My dad is just a normal guy in every sense of the word, good and bad. One thing that’s bothered me for a while now is how I recognized he talks to my mom and while it’s not degrading, it’s just entitled and annoying.

Since my brother and I were born, she quit her job to take care of us so he’s been the one primarily earning money. This arrangement hasn’t put our family in any type of financial jeopardy at all, we live in a nice house in a nice area and his job combined with the money he makes from his previous service in the military makes him around 150k a year. One thing I’d like to note is that he works a normal 8 to 5 job. But for a year or so the majority of his company has switched to a12 hours day so they get a three day weekend every week.

Now I know you may be wondering what money has to do with any of this and I promise that I’ll get to that part I’m just really angry and need to get this all off of my chest.

Anyways, my mom started working again 2-3 years ago at his request and now she works AND does all the stereotypical motherly things (cooks dinner, cleans, any other odd jobs that need to be done around the house)

All the while my mom has been doing this, my dad does his 12 hour days (including lunch in those 12 hours) and he’s allowed to take 10 minute breaks and most often times watch tv in the background while he’s working (he’s been working from home since COVID and doesn’t have any plans to go back since his job is mostly on the computer anyways other than a couple in-person meetings a month)

After my dad is done with work, he basically retires for the night and just watches tv while waiting for mom to serve him whatever food or leftovers she’s put on a plate for him.

Now, I get to the current issue.

My mom doesn’t ask for much or even anything from him in terms of helping her. But there are just some things that make me angry when he says them.

In the past couple of weeks for pretty much the 1st consistent time since March, my dad started walking and exercising again which he does outside or in the garage. My father has naturally oily skin, and even if he didn’t, he is exercising so his skin will be sticky and sweaty! RIGHT!?!?!

However when my mom brought it up a couple days ago she didn’t even say what we both were thinking which was YOU STINK AND ARE THEREFORE MAKING THE HOUSE STINK!!!

Instead, she politely asked if he would take a shower since he worked out and specificied that she was telling him this out of love without even mentioning him stinking up the house or more specifically the kitchen that he was in.

Instead of understanding that exercise makes you sweat and sweat makes you smell, he snarkelly shot back, that he had something to tell her out of love too. And although he trailed off with a cocky laugh, the context of the situation and his numerous past suggestions obviously implied that he was talking about my mom’s weight.

I would like to specify that my mother is not obese or unhealthy, in fact she eats considerably less junk food than he does. And even if she was, it did not prompt my dad making that “joke”.

Now fast forward a few minutes, my mom and I left to go grocery shopping for the food she would make for him without him even having to lift a finger. She ranted to me that him needing to take a shower had nothing to do with her weight. From what she was saying I could tell that she wasn’t that angry about what he said about her weight, but more so about him deflecting the conversation from his smellyness to her (which is something he does often so he doesn’t look like the “bad guy”)

Now to today, my father once again “joked” with my mom when asked if he would honestly like to help her blow dry her hair (I say honestly because she wanted his honest opinion on whether he would like to do it or not, and it was something she never really needs help with but she wanted to spend time with him) he said that he needs to consult the “guy’s handbook” to figure out if that was a trick question. (My father is 55 years old and they’ve been married for 30 something years)

I’m sure there’s a psychological reason why I got so angry at him but I’m not going to settle that I was once again tired that he treated my mom like crap despite her doing everything for him. So I told him that my mom was being serious and it wasn’t a trick question.

I (kinda) knew that he knew this, and was trying to make a joke. But explaining it was my version of the whole “I don’t understand your ‘joke’ please explain it to me” in an attempt to discourage him from making it again.

But in an event that I would have seen coming if I wasn’t so angry, it didn’t work and he instead got mad at me. Recognizing that I could have handled the situation better, I just apologized however I was crying because of his rant that I wasn’t a part of the conversation and shouldn’t have stepped in . (I normally wouldn’t be so sensitive but for some reason it’s like everytime I have a family argument it’s that time of the month so I’m emotionally sensitive)

I retreated back into my room and apparently I wasn’t crying as quietly as I thought I was because be he then knocked on my door, then demanded that I come out and “spend time with him” so he could know what was wrong.

Now, I thought this was code for I’m going to apologize, but no… he literally didn’t understand that his words hurt my feelings and demanded that I tell him what was “really” wrong as if him yelling at me wasn’t a good enough reason to be crying.

After curtly telling him what was wrong in so many words as to not offend him further. He dryly apologized before defending himself and saying that it wasn’t his fault that I got angry and he was just trying to make a joke that he insisted would apparently be funny if I didn’t cut in. Then he dryly promised that he would try to treat my mother nicer and not make as many “jokes” because he can tell how much it affects me.

There is probably more to the story that I forgot to leave out. And I kinda want to know if I’m in the wrong in the situation or not. And reading back over this i am definitely biased but if you can manage to remove the emotion from my words then those are honestly the facts about what happened.

I recognize that I am selfish, he actually told me that one, but looking back over my life I know that I have been rude when “defending” my mom. I put it in quotations because my mom doesn’t need defending and she is more than capable to speaking up when there’s a big problem.

But I just get annoyed at people when they rudely deny her some of the smaller things she requests like help blow drying her hair and things she won’t insist on them helping on. I’d understand if kindly said no thanks or I can’t do it right now, but he just had to joke about it and be curt in his response for no reason.

All in all I’m just so angry that it is impossible for him to acknowledge what he did wrong without defending that actions that make someone sad or angry in the first place.

But anyways, I am extremely sorry for the rant and writing so much and I honestly don’t blame you if you didn’t even read all of this. I just wanted to tell someone and I love how your blog is so open and judgement free and you don’t act like you have all the answers of what is right or wrong but you just give your opinion and help when you can. Thanks so much for listening (reading, really) and I appreciate you so much!

baby, you didn’t do ANYTHING wrong. you are the opposite of selfish — your dad was being a fucking dick to your mom and you stood up for her. you had every right to be angry, and if i were you, i would’ve said some low blow, disrespectful, kick-me-out-of-the-house ass shit.

i think (respectfully) you’re over analyzing yourself to find fault in yourself when it isn’t really there in my opinion. he’s complaining that you’re rude when he was the rude one and you literally just defending your mom. being rude is like “you stinky piece of shit, im gonna fucking drown you in bleach and lets see you make another fuckin comment BITCH”

but you did not do that therefore his argument is invalid. i can only say so much because it’s you in the thick of it but it definitely seems like your dad’s arrogant and entitled personality is so overbearing that it makes you be harder on yourself than you should be. i think, legally, you should get hit him once with a bat, non lethally of course (unless….. haha…?). i just know personally dealing with that personality type can create a LOT of contained anger.

anyway, im rly sorry you have to deal w him. i feel like you have a lot of weight on your shoulders and you seem so sweet and nice and you do not deserve to have to give your energy to that :(

[misskittysmagicportal]

I’m A Creep

Fandom: The Messenger Jack x Rin Davies

Word Count: 5k

Warnings: suicide discussion, oral sex, penetration, mention of masturbation, angsty whomp because OOOOF is Jack a Whomp!character

Note: The events of this fic contain spoilers for those of you who havent seen The Messenger.  It takes place after the end of the movie.  Read at your own risk if you haven’t seen it!  If you want it’s free on Tubi :)

Present Day:

Jack stood beside Rin in the dead of night watching her sleep for just a moment. Only a moment because she roused the instant she sensed him breathe. Sitting up, she quickly reached inside the nightstand. He knew her routine, Rin was impulsive about making sure her leather motorcycle gloves were on before she let him in.

Jack wordlessly pulled his shirt over his head and stepped out of his sweatpants and boxers. 

Rin lifted her covers and opened her legs to him. Obliging, Jack lowered himself onto her showering her neck with kisses. His tongue and lips trailing down along her collarbone, erection hard against her thigh. A hand found its way under Rin’s t-shirt and over a naked breast where he pinched at a nipple. 

“Jack,” she was breathless. “Stop. Don't touch my skin, please.”

Jack pushed himself up by the arms, “How is this enjoyable to you, duck?” A northern term of endearment. “My thighs ah touchin’ you aren't they?” The moonlight caught his eyes as he teased her with the head of his cock. “What about this, inside you?” Suggestively whispered. 

Rin moaned but held her cool. “It’s not the same. Like you said, that's inside. It's just my.. skin. From my..” her voice trailed off. 

“Would it be so bad? I just want to feel you under me without fuckkin clothes.” Jack took a chance and kissed her. Tongue pushing inside of Rin, but she stiffened. “Sweetheart,” now he whispered, just his fingertips brushed her cheek. “Please, love, just touch me”

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Several Weeks Before:

Rin sat alone at a center table in the middle of the visitation room.  This wasn’t her first rodeo, probably won’t be her last.  She flexed her hands outwards the leather of her gloves cracking and flexing in a satisfying manner.  No one was going to come and see her. Besides, the solitude allowed her to quietly spy on all the other nutters around the room.

Just to her left Rin noticed a pretty redheaded woman and her son as they sat across from probably the most attractive guy ever in an institution.  There was a tenseness to the way he sat, shoulders hunched and hands between his legs.  His hair unruly and a blank stare that wasn’t really focusing on- she came to realize-  his sister and nephew.  Rin knew him from group therapy where he was equally quiet, eyes glassy from a psych med cocktail.  The majority of his speaking hours tucked away in that overbearing therapist’s office.  

“Jack, will you please just look at me?” his sister, Emma tried her best to reach out to her brother. “I.. I think Martin and I made a mistake.” 

Jack only stared straight ahead between Emma and his nephew, Billy. The preteen looked uncomfortable and scared as his mother nudged him softly. “It's ok. Billy tell Uncle Jack.” 

“I did, Mom” , his voice quiet. “I'm supposed to say no. That you should get me help before it's too late.”  Rin watched as Billy folded his arms and laid his head down. “Only I can't. It's all night and day, Jack. I can't sleep because they don't have you.” 

“Best leave him here with me then, Emma.” It was the first time anyone heard Jack speak in weeks. His sister had a posh accent, so Rin was surprised when Yorkshire dripped from his lips. “For good, right?” 

“That's not fair. You are sick, Jack.  You weren't caring for yourself. You.. you got too involved with that murder. You were hurting yourself,” Emma struggled with tears. “I want to take you home.”

“Oh like I'm some kind of fookin dog? Emma you and Martin made it clear I belong here. She's right, maybe it was all dad. That's traumatic you know.” 

“You deserve someplace warm! A home. Please, Jack. I found this in your things.” She slid a newspaper clipping towards her brother. “That's the boy who drowned. Why.. why didn't you tell me?” 

“Loads of kids drown in pools,” Jack stated bluntly with a shrug. “Why should your pool be any different?” 

“I never said it was our pool.” 

“I recognized the address in the article”

“Jack, it's from two years ago.” 

“I got lucky. Ah we doon here? I have walls to stare at. Here Billy you can have this back,” from between his knees he produced a glass paperweight with a scorpion inside. “Tell all ya mates Crazy Uncle Jack sends his loov” 

Jack tried to stand but Emma grabbed his arm. This was Rin’s cue to swoop in. She swiftly moved from her table to theirs. 

“JACKIE!’ I've been looking for you everywhere!” His eyes panicking in her direction. “I'm Wren,” she took her glove off and reached a scarred hand in Emma's direction. “But my brother couldn't say it so you can call me Rin” She smiled brightly. 

Emma tentatively shook Rin’s hand, smiling in turn.  Rin took a moment as her mind’s eye zoned in on what was inside of Jack’s sister.  It was a loneliness, a desperation to take care of her little brother but protect her son from the same fate.  But most importantly Rin felt a small tingling of warmth from somewhere deep inside of Emma’s heart.  It was white and pure and instantly recognizable as hope.  Even though it was tiny it was growing and starting to spread, and Rin knew Emma was eager to share that with her brother.

“Wow,” Rin blurted, “I wish my brother was as invested in me as you are.  You’re a good person, Emma.  Trust me,” she winked.  “Woman’s intuition.”

Emma narrowed her eyes and studied the crazed looking woman standing between her and Jack.  The scars on Rin’s hand raised some alarms, but Emma ignored them.  She omitted a relief and let go, “Well thank you.  Can you talk some sense into my brother?”

Moments later, with the visitors gone, Rin sat down in Emma’s place.  “Thank you is a start,” she teased Jack. 

He rolled his eyes and slowly turned in her direction to face her dead on.  The intensity of his eyes took Rin by surprise.  “Thank you,” the sarcasm poured like a waterfall.

Rin took off her other glove.  “Now, Mr-”

“Jack is fine.”

“Jack.  Tell me,” Rin feigned a German accent, “Und why do zey sink you are crazy.”   

He blinked slowly.

“You got sectioned.  What bullshit excuse did they force you to believe?  Because it seems like Lovely Emma is desperate to get you out, and we know how hard that is.”

Jack took an impossibly deep breath, “Schizo-effective disorder with some dissociation, post traumatic stress disorder, non-suicidal self injury disorder and depression.”

“Fuck me, that's a trail mix of bonkers. Now ask me” 

Jack closed his eyes. They were shut for so long that Rin was certain he had fallen asleep having given in to his meds. His hunched, thin body sort of folded a bit in on itself. A moment of possible self-soothing when he started to sway. 

“Jack?” Rin's tone fell quietly with concern. She poke his arm carefully avoiding touching the skin. “Darling what cocktail did these quacks put you on.” She was an expert after all these years; if the drugs were working, no way would he be this much of a zombie.

Green blank eyes hidden behind enviable eyelashes attempted to focus “Seroquel. Clozapine?” His words start to slur a bit. “Fine. How fucking barmy are you?”

“Well,”  the young woman softened, “I have suicidal ideations with self-injury tendencies myself, severe clinical depression, a bit of the old borderline personality disorder and wait for it..”  she practically whispered a few inches from Jack’s face, “total emotional attachment to partners.”  

The skin around Jack’s eyes crinkled as he squinted just enough to indicate his hazed brain was trying to process everything Rin just unloaded. His lips parted to speak but he paused resulting in a gobsmacked expression.  “You’re barking.”

“Says the sexy scarecrow with journo clippings of dead boys.”  Rin pursed her lips and crossed her arms, “Why are you really in here Jack.”

“I’m fucking mad.” It was matter of fact.

“To quote the Cheshire Cat, we’re all mad here, love.  Look at me,” she held her hands aloft to display gnarled and prominent scars covering both hands in their entirety.  “I developed a gift or two by primary school.  See I can touch a person, and I know what they are feeling.  Except it.. It goes deeper than that.  I can PICTURE their true selves.  It’s a bit overstimulating, but no one can lie to me.  Not really.  Doesn’t do much for my sex life.  Or lack of one really.  Honestly, you put a cock in your mouth only to find out the guy you’re with is fantasizing about slitting your throat and wanking in your blood.”

Jack shook his head, “Jesus christ.”

“Well yes! My parents were religious zealots, right?  They got wind of my gifts.  Tried to use me in the church, but I rebelled.  Long story short, darling Mumsy and Papa decided if they may be stuck my hands in boiling grease I wouldn’t be able to use it anymore.  It’s not in my hands though.  It’s in my skin,” Rin smiled almost pleasantly. “Sometimes I get a bit over the edge.  I stop shielding myself from the pure air around folks, I suffocate in it.  Then,” now she held out her wrists, “I have my little accidents.”

Jack’s mouth hung agape.  His brows furrowed in confusion, “You are off you’re fucking nut.”

“That’s all relative.  Now, you can tell me why they REALLY sectioned you.  What power or ability are they masquerading as mental illness, or I can find out my way.”  Rin shrugged. 

“Why the fuck do you care?  I’m sleeping at night.  I have food and a bed and a shower.”

“Und electro-shock zerapy, und coma inducing psychopharmaceuticals, und most importantly you has lost your voice und a chance to harness your ability correctly.”  that mock German accent again.  “You shouldn’t be here, Jack.  Emma certainly doesn’t think so, and neither do I.  You’re special.  Or that bitch shrink wouldn’t have made you the living dead.”

Jack snorted followed by a rather loud.  “Just fuck off. Fuck off.  Fuck off.  FUCK OFF!” he screamed in Rin’s face.  Not once did she flinch, arms crossed again in a challenge. Disgusted by her, Jack kept bellowing his words thick with anger and cotton from the meds, “I DON'T BELONG OUT THERE EITHER!  I DON'T BELONG IN HERE!  I DON’T FUCKING BELONG ANYWHERE. HE’S DEAD.  SHE’S DEAD.  EVERY SINGLE FUCKING ONE OF THE CUNTS IS DEAD!  DEAD DEAD DYING!  JUST LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!” 

He shot up out of the chair to leave, but Rin caught his large hand.  Skin to skin, hands so small together they barely covered just his one.  Instantly her body stiffened as she gasped for air.  Tears immediately stung her eyes as she crammed them shut.  There in her mind was just a large body of water.  Ocean waves crashed overhead as she sank far below the surface.  Dark, cold, horrifying that sensation of being drowned.  Rin choked on the last bit of oxygen in her lungs and started to suffocate.  The hand she held brought her mind’s eye around to opening under the water to see Jack floating near-motionless in front of her.  It took all of her strength to push against the tide towards him where she held his face in her hands.  Death and decay flashed above them, the dead peering down from boats just waiting for Jack to return to the surface.

Rin strained to convey that tiny bit of hope Emma had passed along to her earlier as she pressed her forehead into Jack’s in the icy deep.  There was no reason in particular that she was drawn to him.  Not in the hospital or here trying to save him from drowning slowly. Was he attractive, undoubtedly, but that wasn’t all or it. Maybe it was now that she knew he was a messenger, a harbinger of death.  That was itself a form of an empathic gift.  Or it was just compassion. 

Suddenly Jack’s eyes burst open.  In that languid way your body moves underwater, he pushed her away.  His arms and legs thrashed around in a panic as if he only just realized he was allowing this place to kill him.  There was an instant loss, and Rin’s inner self slammed into a brick wall.  The physical Jack had severed the connection between her body and his.  To resurface that suddenly forced Rin gulping in blessed oxygen that she never really lost.  It was an illusion, where the two of them had been.  He really had shoved her back though, she realized that now.  Storming out of the visitation center, Jack left Rin alone to cry.

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Several days later

Rin lounged against the wall outside of Jack’s room with her gloves firmly in place.  Patients weren’t SUPPOSED to fraternize outside of the common rooms, but Rin had been here a few times before.  She knew which orderlies and nurses to finess, and which to avoid.  In this case Jerry was the giant, affable St Bernard of a man that kept watch in this particular hallway.

“Wren back so soon?” he teased. “What are you doing hanging around the human handbook for the recently deceased?” 

“Delightful, Jer.  How is he?  I mean really.” Rin hooked her thumb in the direction of the room.

“Easiest patient I’ve dealt with on account of he rarely speaks, pops his meds and keeps to himself.  Gave us a bit of a row when he first got here, but I like the guy.  I don’t know what to believe though.  His sister’s been sniffing around administratives.”  The orderly shrugged his massive shoulders.  “Heard you took quite the piss on visitation day.”

“I didn’t take the piss!” 

“Did ya do your handsy thing,” Jerry made jazz hands.

Rin’s eyes almost rolled back in her head, but suddenly there was a figure in the doorway which caused her to jump.  “How about we don’t talk about the nutter like he isn’t 10 feet away and only 27 years old?” Jack insisted.  His arms crossed and shoulders sagged in their usual way.  

“Can we talk?”  

Before Jack could truly answer, Rin had already pushed past him and sat down on his bed.  His mouth hung somewhat agape before he eventually joined her.  Jack attempted to sit close, just for some human contact, but the young woman beside him shied away.

“Right,” a retort.  “You’ve started being just as bloody fucking annoying as they were.”

Startled, “Who?”

“You know those.. Schizo delusions I’m here for.”

“The dead?”

Jack’s green eyes narrowed and Rin knew there was a sarcastic remark just sitting there waiting to be released.  Instead he curled his posture as if he was trying to fold in on himself.  Make himself smaller, less noticeable.  “Dissociations sparked by my father’s suicide.”

“Psycho babble bullshit jargon.  Congratulations, you’ve become a parrot.”  Rin waved her hand, “Jack has anyone ever-.”  There was a hesitation.  

“Has anyone ever what? Go on, enlighten me then”

Rin started stripping her gloves off but thought better of it.  A sense of foreboding, of drowning and clutching her chest for hair flashed across her mind.  The loneliness emanated from Jack without her touch. That empathic conduction of her skin.  Reaching instead to place the soft leather against his cheek, her thumb brushed his bottom lip.  Her eyes searched for him in that moment where time stood still before a mouth replaced a thumb.  

To not only Rin’s surprise but his own, Jack didn’t recoil.  His body relaxed as instinct took hold. There was a fervor in hands that got tangled up in hair.  Tongues fought each other as arms made their way around bodies in an embrace.  They held one another tight, the desperation apparent.  

The spell broke when Jack laid Rin down on the bed and let his warm mouth trail down her neck. He was awkward and hungry like a teenager.  He fumbled around her chest to attempt massaging her breast. 

A snort came from Rin simply to hide the panic of rushing water when Jack’s lips came into contact with her skin.  Maybe hers found it easier to beg off that inner eye from opening, but now she didn’t have a choice.  They weren’t as deep with the surface just rippling only a few inches away.  

Before she started to lose oxygen again, Rin began to squirm.  “ Stop.  Please?”

Jack sat up and faced forward as if nothing had transpired.  His cheeks flushed and a hand tugged at his tee-shirt embarrassingly then stuffed between his legs. He blinked a few times as he breathing calmed. 

“I only came to ask you if anyone had ever shown you affection.  Held you.  Emma.. Emma”  Rin inhaled deeply as she forced Jack to hold her glove hand.  “I know she sort of longs to hug you.”  Back on his cheek to make him look at her. “Obviously I got my answer,” she laughed. 

Jack silently replied by pushing his forehead into Rin's.  They laid down again this time with their heads on his pillow legs and arms tangled up in each other. Jack nuzzled the edge of his nose into the skin behind her ear; her breath caught. Then the couple seemingly melted together.

“Jack you seem less-” fingers twisted up in his curls.

“Like a walking coma patient?” hand gripped the thick of her thigh.  Then reaching a shelf above Rin Jack seized one of those creepy glass paperweights housing a floating tarantula. Turning it over underneath to show a tiny white envelope. “I started hiding my meds. Pass them along to my sister when she visits.”

Just under the surface of the water, still struggling for air exploded before Rin's eyes. Perhaps she had passed something between Emma and Jack. Was it her own faith that was transmitted to him? That first touch that woke him up after all this time. 

The next few weeks became a game of trial and error. Of how little or much Rin and Jack could consume of each other.  Kissing was no longer an issue once the meds began to wear off, lips and tongues and mouths. It felt more like standing ankle deep in a bathtub. Warm and comforting; it was Jack that was overpowering.  

Eager to make up for a very long very lost amount of time. He stumbled along Rin's body uneasily because of how little clothing she removed at first. Not that he was in a rush to reveal what was underneath his oversized shirt and sweatpants. He wasn’t the one recoiling when the stimulation overwhelmed.  

“I'll take off my shirt. Touch me here, but where the fabric of my bra is. Tease the nipple with just your fingertips. No that's.. maybe under? Touch them. Oh God. Now your mouth. Right there.  Are you.. you took your shirt off too?” (She marveled at how defined, muscular Jack's body seemed despite his slight stature)   

Jack took initiative now and slid his fingers inside of Rin. He pumped them a few times guided by her ``Oh.. maybe you can touch me.. Do you feel.. It’s like a bud or a kernel.. Here let me.. It’s just right.. OH GOD.  Right like.. ”   And she would ride his hand and fingers that circled that bud.  

Rin would cry out in surprise.  Her body exploded in ecstasy. They weren't drowning anymore. Just swimming, bobbed under the water and surface. It was the sense-memory of suffocating, coupled with the dazzling pleasure of Jack's warm tongue as it teased her nipples, his strong fingers teasing her clit at the same time. His hot skin meshed with hers washed out by fear.  She apologized as they scrambled to arrange themselves. 

“Don't think I'm going anywhere for quite some time, my love.”  His words changed with the possessive my in lieu of the once meaningless sentiment. He would steal a chaste kiss from Rin whose cheeks flushed to match his own as he made that familiar adjustment between his legs.  In the future, Rin would come to him without a bra but reluctant to take her shirt off when Jack kept on never minding.

Jerry became an ally of sorts. He always had been on Rin's side after she read him her second section. It wasn't difficult to get him to believe in Jack's abilities. Staff has whispered down the corridors that Jack had suddenly found himself aware of a suicide attempt.  That dead reporter Emma mentioned, his fiancé had taken more pills than Rin ever fathomed any number of her attempts. (She had a flare for dramatics: slit wrists) Jerry mentioned Jack had a tantrum the likes of a toddler screaming the name Sarah whatever over and over, pounding his fists into his head to make whatever haunted him. Sure enough, this Sarah was found nearly having bled out and foaming at the mouth. 

“How would he even fucking know, poppet? Not unless Jack really was chatting up her dead fiancé “ As if that was all he needed, Jerry turned his back and caused distractions all the nights the Empath and her Beautiful Broken Man longed to be together.

It was stunning the way Jack learned to manipulate the system.  Only Rin, and reluctantly Jerry, knew he pocketed his meds.  Safely tucked away in those ugly arachnid globes in the pockets or purse of Billy and Emma.  He started talking more in group therapy and far less in private sessions.  Engaged in conversations with his sister and nephew, true ones that resulted in a simple smile or a laugh free from a facetious tone.  To the staff and doctors those fucking psychopharmeceuticals worked.  To Jack’s sister and nephew and whatever Rin was to him, there was a slowly lifting weight making the air around him lighter. Yet Rin kept her hands to herself.

More trial and error.  In the midst of fervent kisses, Rin took Jack in her hand.  A stroke or two was all she got in before he spasmed and came.  The mortification that flashed in his eyes as he curled in a fetal position between her and the wall while she whispered reassurances in his ear.  Touching him, caressing him and eventually taking him into her mouth became easier and longer with practice and patience.  

They laughed into each other’s mouths before Rin let her tongue trail down over his stomach. Anxiously Jack took off his pants and boxers, lying backwards.  He held the back of her head, moaned and twisted as she licked and sucked on him. His hips bucked and thrust upwards.  

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Present Day, Again

“Would it be so bad? I just want to feel you under me without fuckin clothes.” Jack took a chance and kissed Rin. Tongue pushed inside of her, but she stiffened. “Sweetheart,” now he whispered,  just his fingertips brushed her cheek. “Please, love, just touch me?”

Rin took a moment to think.  He wasn’t drowning anymore.  She could push that old feeling out of her third eye and bury herself in new ones.  She took a hold of her shirt and tossed it on the floor.  She took the erection that twiced against her thigh and held it just outside of her pulsating and ready sex.  With hands that sunk into her vunerable skin, Jack buried himself inside of her. 

That fire from Emma all that time ago poured from Jack’s body into hers.  It pushed back the water as he pumped rhythmically into Rin.  Building into a frenzy quickly, his pelvis crashed into hers before she could really come around to what was happening.  It briefly conquered the fears from before; caused hot tears to spring to her eyes that flowed uncontrolled down her cheeks.

In his fervor, Jack noticed and bent to kiss them away.  The gesture she had made that first time, a thumb brushed across her cheek and lower lip as he slowed his pace. Wren,” he took to calling her that tentatively.  “What is it?”

Before she could answer, Jack became distracted by something in the corner of the room.  Eyes passed between Rin and whatever it was that she couldn’t fathom or see.  She took his chin and focused it on her as they crashed together and apart again in another wave of building friction. It was too late though, he had abruptly pulled out and away from her. 

“NO!  STOP!  LEAVE ME ALONE!  CAN’T I HAVE ONE MOMENT OF FUCKING HAPPINESS WITHOUT ONE OF YOU LOOMING OVER ME LIKE A FUCKING PERV.”  He used fists to beat out a rhythm on his temples as he scurried to the corner of his bed with knees up to his chest.  

In the frenzy, Rin had been knocked to the floor.  Jerry had rushed in, he was never too far away just in case.  In a whirlwind, he picked Rin up with one hand and with the other attempted to intervene between Jack's fists and his head.  What could either of them do?  If attention was drawn to the room, surely the doctors would realize Jack had gone unmedicated for weeks.  Jerry’s eyes wide gestured towards Rin’s hands.  She shook her head, but Jack carried on.  

“Go on Jenny Wren, there has to be something your hands can do.  I’ll lose my job and you’ll be separated.  They’ll put him back in the Zoo.”  He was already yanking her arms forward and trying to remove her gloves before she could consent.

Rin knew The Zoo. It being rooms that could be monitored with two way mirrors.  You got a bed and a blanket.  They controlled when the lights came on and when they turned them off.  No privilege, no real structure.  They fed you, bathed you, and gave you “playtime” when they said.  No matter how you suffered from mental illness no one deserved that. She would never forgive herself.

“JERRY LET ME DO IT MYSELF!”  Rin bellowed if only to out yell Jack and his fit.  “Make her go away!  LEAVE ME ALONE” he cried underneath her.  Her hands free, she flexed them a few times before joining Jack on the bed.  She clutched his forearms and struggled to get a grip enough to pull them away from self-harm.  “JACK!  YOU HAVE GOT TO FUCKING STOP, MY DARLING.”  She slid her hands over his temples before he could punch them anymore.  She used the heels of her palms and pressed.  

It was immediate, the way her mind opened to him.  This time he was floating along the tide in a boat surrounded by what Rin could only guess were dead people.  They grabbed and tugged on Jack’s clothes.   Rin sat on the other side from him between two oars; she used one to swat at the ghosts who tried to pull them back in.  But there, walking along the surface, was a beautiful young woman.  Blonde hair flowed in waves down her back.  Sarah.

“You said we would be together, Jack.”  She was angry.  “That’s what you told him when he warned you I overdosed.  I survived that attempt, but not the second one.  Where is he Jack?  Why isn’t he here waiting for me?”

Jack stood up and the boat began to dangerously rock. Rin took his hand and he squeezed it in return.  He bellowed at the dead woman, “YOU SURVIVED AND HE MOVED ON.  I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR YOU BEING FUCKING STUPID, SARAH.  WHAT I TOLD YOU WAS MEANT TO EASE YOUR GUILT.  HE LOVED YOU.  YOU WERE SO LOVED.  HE DIDN’T CARE ABOUT YOUR MISTAKES.  YOU HAVE TO LEAVE ME ALONE.  ALL OF YOU.  I’M FUCKING DONE.  MOVE ON.  GO SOMEWHERE ELSE.  I CAN’T BE THE ONLY ONE OF MY KIND.  AND FUCK OFF BILLY TOO, MATE.”

“Jack?”  Rin spoke softly.  The hands gripped her tight in place of him.  They started to pull her in with him because he was useless now.  He stood up to them for possibly the first time in twenty years.  They would take her instead then.  

Jack seized Rin’s body before she could go over in his place.  He held her fast and tight and shielded her from them.  “NO.  You don’t fucking get ANYONE I love.  Not Billy.  Not Emma.  Not Martin.  No Wren or Rin.  AND YOU DON’T FUCKING GET ME ANYMORE.”  He took the oar up in his free hand and swung it around the bodies in the water.  He jabbed it forward like a sword at Sarah still pacing the side of the boat.  “GO, SARAH.  HE’S WAITING FOR YOU.  I PROMISE THIS TIME”  Jack insisted and pleaded.

Then it was so silent it deafened both Jack and Rin as they clung to one another in the boat.  In a flash and explosion, they separated and landed back on the bed in the room in an institution.  Jerry panted and pawed at the two of them dazed and uncertain.  Jack blinked a handful of times with no recollection of what just took place in his head and Rin’s.  They never knew or remembered Rin had learned.

Jack scoured the room for any sign of Sarah or anyone else.  He rubbed his eyes a few times then sighed heavily.  “I.. I want to go back to my room now.”  It was matter of fact.  

Jerry nodded and helped him back into his clothes.  Jack stumbled a bit but managed to kiss Rin sweetly before being led away and down the hall.  Rin knew Jerry would probably give him something to help him sleep at least for the night and probably into tomorrow.  She was afraid Jack had woken up a second time.  Not just from his nightmare of the last twenty years, but whatever happened between them.  It was a price she had to pay sometimes when she helped.  There was something Rin longed to say earlier.  What made her cry was an ember somewhere deep inside of Jack that he had never experienced before.  For the first time in his life, he had hope.

[disaster-bay-leaf]

Ok so these were the cutest~ (ㆁωㆁ)

4, 6, 7, 9, 12, 19, 22, 23, 28, 33, 34, 46, 47, 52, 59, 60, 63, 66, 83, 87, 88, 93, 99

I kno I listed like....all of them lmao but feel free to answer whichever you want and ofc you can ask me in return Baybe ( ◜‿◝ )♡

uHUHUHUHU much content for me to answer, im happy bebe 💜💜💜✨

4 - how do you take your coffee/tea?

hm coffee either Very Black No Sugar (for the sleep deprived me) or iced latte three sugars and theres no in between

and as for tea its All Black Teas That Exist, cinnamon-flavoured especially (but basically all teas that come to mind when u think “autumn”), and rooibos!!! okay basically the only oke i dont like is any type of green tea (which is sad because they look cool but my tastebuds said ✨no✨)

6 - do you keep plants?

honestly id l o v e too because i love plants but,,, im kinda horrible at taking care of them though still way better than the majority of my family (research helps) so the only plant i own is kinda a small-palm-tree-looking thing in a bigass glass jar that i saved from my mother’s plant-destructing hands and its mostly doing well (the ends of its leaves are starting to be yellow tho and im worried:((( )

7 - do you name your plants?

yes!!! though the current one was named by my sister and its called “pickett” after fantastic beasts shsjjsj

9 - do you like singing/humming to yourself?

oh god oh dude you have n o idea

i have absolutely n o singing voice but its something i do constantly to give my brain the right amount of stimuli so basically i listen to music 24/7 and hum to myself 99% of that time

12 - whats your favourite planet?

oh i actually didnt think about this for so long but either pluto (hes a planet screw nasa) or saturn (RINGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) or venus (girls,,,and libra,,,)

19 - do you keep a journal? what do you write/draw in it?

okay im gonna be completely honest with yall and say that my every single try at keeping a journal failed spectacularly and i lost motivation after like a few months so my only journals rn are my fancy fake-leather-bound calendar to note tests and assessments into, a kinda roughed up notebook that i uses for noting down poems or scribbling or passing notes in class, and a kinda fancy bullet journal notebook that i used as a book of shadows for a while but since my fountain pen died i didnt touch it

22 - are you a morning person?

n o

i am so not a morning person but i wish i could be because honestly dawns are beautiful

but as it is rn im either sleep deprived all the time and loathe every second of being in an awake state or (if i have a few days of schoolbreak) my biological clock moves forward a few hours and i sleep 2am-10am

23 - whats your favourite thing to do on lazy days with zero obligations?

except for the fact that i dont remember the last time it happened, i would probably spend it drawing outside, watching anime with my sister and riding a bike around the forest

28 - sunrise or sunset?

i love sunrises because its so peaceful and everyone is asleep but also i subconsciously immediately correlate them with waiting for a train to take me to school (because thats basically the only time i see them) so its a bittersweet love especially with my fucked up biological clock

but sunsets are really really pretty too and i see them more often so i cant choose

33 - whats your fave pastry?

and isnt that a millior-dollar question dhsjjsjsj

either cinnamon rolls (i absolutely adore them) or that one specific type of cupcake-shaped-thing made out of shortcrust/bread/whatever its called and filled with vanilla pudding

34 - tell us about a stuffed animal you kept as a kid. what is it called? what does it look like? do you still keep it?

awwww this is cute

okay so basically my two favourite stuffed animals (i still have them, they sit in my wardrobe) were two teddy bears (like maybe 20cm high each of them) and one was pure brown and the other was silver-brown and they had stereotypical polish male names “Waldek” (read. Valdek) and Stefan (i think tho im not sure if i remember correctly, my memory is a feeble thing sometimes

46 - tell us the worst pun you can think of

what dog would never bite you? a hot dog *badumtss*

47 - what food do you think should be banned from the universe?

huh a year ago id say pineapple pizza but i guess i dont hate pineapples that much anymore (tho putting them on pizza is still an abomination) but i think that if id ever want to get rid of anything it would be parsley, i hate that freakin herb (does it count as food tho)

52 - what are your favourite memes of the year so far?

the ever given for sure shsjshjsjsjsjjsj

but bullying tramp stamps is gold and pure tumblr energy too

as for fandom memes: im in love with all keeping-up-with-the-todorokis variations and the fact that the entire bsd fandom looked at fukuchi and said “biTCH” and thats one of the only things we’re unanimous about

59 - whats your favourite myth?

i always liked the kora/persephone myth (though demeter is an overbearing parent to the nth power), loki and thor crossdressing at a party to get mjolnir back, atalanta because shes a queen and id politely ask her to kick my ass, and cassandra because she deserved better, and theres a l o t more because alas i was a mythology nerd but this post is long enough for me not to make this section 20 times longer sjjsjsjsjsjks

but there are a lot of slavic myths that are very cool too, though we dont know that much about them as about the greeks for example

60 - do you like poetry? what are some of your faves?

o o o o h yeah i do like poetry because to create such a beautifully sounding thing with only words someone has to be a genius

some of my favs are: some works of nakahara chuuya (thank u bsd for introducing me to this man’s beautiful imagery in his works i swear to god the descriptions do it for me) (also his poem about having hangovers is a mood like i feel you buddy), the raven by ea poe (i know everyone likes it but hOLY DAMN THE INTER/INTRAVERSE RHYMES ARE LIKE,,, BREATHTAKING) (and aso im a slut for gothic horror), and many more but also That One Poem From Welcome To Nightvale about reaching the island in the west,,, only perfect vibes from it

63 - are you fussy about your books and music? do you keep them meticulously organised or kinda leave them be?

okay heres the thing. for anyone else both my playlist library and my bookshelf would be considered pure chaos of a mad man b u t they actually have a highly focused system which means that i sort them based on their vibes, lovability and (in case of books) their age and whether or not theyre a part of a series so i would say my bookshelf is rather organised (when a quarter of it isnt occupying my desk that is) and my music is more organised than not but sometimes it gets out of control and i have to sort it entirely again

66 - what would your ideal flower crown look like?

either entirely constructed of simple white daisies, entirely constructed of only white roses, or something that probably would win a “how many different coloured flowers can one fit in a flower crown” competition

or something purple (maybe not belladonna)

83 - whats some of your favourite album art?

god i dont know if it counts but hozier’s wasteland baby is probably one of my absolute favourites and no one shall beat that

“thrifted youth” (dalynn) and “standard deviation” (danny schmidt) have very aesthetic covers too

also the iconic p!atd too weird to live, too rare to die! album cover,,, its just iconic what can i say

and last but not least matt meason’s pink-and-black album covers (though bank on the funeral is really pretty too but like,,, “who killed matt meason” d o e s it for me and so does the 2017 tribulation single)

87 - what are some movies that you think everyone should watch at least once in their lives?

this is such a hard question because im not a really cinematography-oriented gal but i suppose that (at the risk of not going deep enough into the cinema world):

- the princess bride

- inception

- night at the museum

- SPIRITED AWAY

- forrest gump

- truman show

- E.T. (i cried okay)

- the lord of the rings (because damn me if this isnt one impressive adaptation)

- parasite

and one more personal recommendation: “ready or not” with samara weaving because goddamn i dont usually watch this genre but holy s h i t is it good

93 - whats the hairstyle you wear the most?

honestly just plain hair down (because having curly hair is a menace), split in the middle when i have longer hair and split on one side when its short

also low ponytails or half-up-half-down when im exercising, or double french braids when my hair doesnt cooperate enough to look presentable in any other form

99 - list some songs that resonate with your soul whenever you hear them

this is difficult because my music taste is a goddamn rollercoaster on a good day, but heres some:

- me and the sky from “come from away” musical (this is sort of a test song for my mental stability, if i cry i aint stable)

- dancing after death by matt meason (okay most songs by matt meason except for like,,, hallucinogenics maybe)

- tears and rain by james blunt

- i will follow you into the dark by death cab for cutie

- almost home by mxmtoon

- anything by hozier really but shrike especially

- payphone, the cover by alex g (i cried to this song so many times)

- burning pile by mother mother (can i roast all my problems please)

- long way from home and cleopatra by the lumineers

- autoclave by the mountain goats

oooh that was c o o o o o o o l as fuck thank you sm so much bebe (and sorry for the long post @everyone else)

[lumiolivier]

The Good Old Days Chapter Thirteen:  Checking In on a Friend

A/N:  We, as a society, have evolved past the need for April Fools jokes.  Everything I tell you today is 100% genuine.  I pinky promise.  Even with my other pinky and my pinky toes.  But if you get near my pinky toes, I might stab a bitch.  Anyway, so!  For the sake of streamlining everything all nice and neat like, the Good Old Days is moving!  To Thursdays!  Why?  Because it’s when I post For the Family anyway.  Yay!  Branding!  Anyway, here.  Have this chapter, you nerds.  Love you x

ICYMI: Chapter Twelve:  What Happened to Your Face? 

Wow…The Scarlotti estate looks a lot different in the daylight.  And when I’m not here with Vanessa and Veronica.  And Veronica’s drooling on herself because of…I didn’t even catch the guy’s name.  Oh, well. He knows better now.  At least I think he does.  I sure as hell hope he does for his sake.  If he doesn’t, he knows where we are.  He can come back to the Narrows for round two.  As long as he doesn’t fuck with Veronica again.  But something tells me it’s not often a cab shows up to the front doors of this place.  I would’ve taken the Old Man’s town car, but this was something I needed to do.  He didn’t need to get involved.  

 When I walked up to the front door, I got nauseous. Was it the memories from last night coming back to haunt me?  No.  I mean, it could have been, but I doubt it. It’s the gut feeling that I knew I didn’t belong here.  This was beyond me.  This was high-class beyond high-class.  This was somewhere that the toilet seats could be eaten off of.  Where if I walked in the front door out of nowhere, I’d be mistaken as the house staff instantly.  Not that I’m knocking the house staff.  It’s helped keep a roof over our heads for the last however many years Mama’s been doing it.  I had no room to talk shit.  But at the same time, I knew damn well I didn’t belong here.

 Well…Here goes nothing.

 I grabbed the solid bronze knocker on the door and smacked it against the door a few times.  Granted, the house had a doorbell, but if Veronica was taking a nap, she didn’t need that going through her head.  Some Alfred Pennyworth looking mother fucker answered the door.  Please have an accent.  If you don’t, I’ll be so horribly disappointed in Saturday morning cartoons for lying to me.  I knew I had one, but I needed one that was more pronounced than mine.  

 “Can I…” the butler looked me over in disgust. Surprise, surprise.  I’m just happy he had an incredibly uppity British accent.  Thanks, Saturday morning cartoons.  I knew you’d never let me down, “Can I help you, sir?  Whatever it is you’re selling, I can assure you that the Scarlotti family is not interested.”

 “I’m not selling anything.” I told him, “I’m looking for Veronica.”

 “Oh,” Alfred held his composure.  Like a screen door in a hurricane, but he hung in there, “Mistress Veronica isn’t feeling well this morning.”

 “Please,” I wasn’t one to normally beg, but given the circumstances, pride went out the window, “I just want to make sure she’s doing ok.”

 “She will be,” he kept a tight lip, “Please see yourself…”

 “Frankie?” There was a welcomed voice.  There was something I needed to hear.

 “Hi, Vanessa,” I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face if I wanted to.  What can I say?  She’s got me hooked.

 “As I was saying,” Alfred (if that even is his real name.  I didn’t care enough to ask.), “Mistress Veronica isn’t feeling…”

 “He’s ok,” Vanessa brushed him off, letting me inside.  Oh, I like her.  She knows what she wants.  And it just so happens to be me, “What are you doing here?”

 “I came to check in on Veronica,” I took her hand, “How’s she feeling?”

 “She’s better,” she reported, “Considering how bad she was last night.  But she’ll be ok.”

 “That’s good,” I let out a quiet sigh of relief, “Do you think I could see her?”

 “Of course,” Vanessa got a little misty eyed. I don’t think she was expecting to see me today, let alone at her own front door.

 “But Mistress Vanessa…” I’m really starting to hate her butler, “Mistress Veronica shouldn’t be having visitors today. She’s not well.”

 “He’s ok,” Vanessa vouched for me, “He’s a friend. He’s ok.  Don’t worry.  I’ll go take him upstairs myself.”

 “Yes, Mistress,” he gave her a quick bow and let us go.

 “Sorry about that,” she led me up the stairs. It’s weird walking up these stairs and not having Veronica nearly asleep in my arms.  This was better.  This was definitely better, “Mr. Pearson is kind of overbearing.  He always has been since I was little.  As Veronica and Violet came along, he’s only gotten worse.”

 “Must be rough,” I teased her a bit.

 “It’s its own kind of hell,” Vanessa shrugged, “But I suppose it’s better than having no one care.”

 “Way to be the optimist, Vanessa,” I applauded, “That’s the spirit.”

 “Shut up,” she giggled, “I know.  I don’t mean to sound pretentious.  It comes with the territory.  And it makes my mother proud.”

 “I didn’t say anything.”

 “You didn’t have to,” she went up to Veronica’s door.  Was it this covered in neon paint when we were here last night?  I don’t remember it.  Then again, I had more on my plate that night.  Gently, Vanessa knocked on the door, cracking it a little, “Veronica? You awake, sweetie?”

 “Yeah,” Veronica’s voice sounded strained and tired, but it’s better than not hearing it at all, “I’m awake.  What’s up?”

 “You got a visitor,” Vanessa smiled, “Is that ok?”

 “Who the hell is coming to see me?” Veronica wondered.

 I stuck my head in the door, “Hi, Veronica.”

 “Twitchy!” Veronica didn’t even hesitate.  She jumped out of bed, throwing her arms around my neck, “Bad idea, but fuck it.”

 “Why bad idea?” I worried.

 “Because I may need to go throw up…” Veronica gagged a couple times, “Nope…Hold on.”

 Sure as shit, she took off toward the bathroom and made noises that should not come out of a human being, yet they came out of Veronica.  Poor kid. She didn’t deserve last night. Asshole didn’t deserve her attention. I didn’t want to put Vanessa through that phone call.  But it happened.  It’s not like we can go back and change it.  It’s not like I could’ve done something to keep Veronica from puking her brains out today.  At least she’s in high spirits.  

 “You feel better?” I hoped.

 “Yeah,” Veronica ran some Gatorade through her mouth and spat it down the sink, “I’ll be fine.  It’s been like this all morning.  The butlers think I’m sick.”

 “You were poisoned last night, Veronica,” I reminded her, “That’s definitely a kind of sick.”

 “No, no, no,” Veronica crawled back into her bed, “They think I got the flu or some shit like that.”

 “Yeah,” Vanessa winced, “We know better than to trust the butlers.  They’re fucking narcs.”

 “The butlers,” Veronica rolled her eyes, “The maids. Violet, if we’re not careful.”

 “You’re not wrong,” Vanessa sat at the edge of the bed.

 “That’s what you vented to me for, right?” I figured, sitting on the other side.

 “Yeah…” Vanessa’s cheeks turned a light shade of pink. Oh, shit, she’s cute.

 “Really?” Veronica smirked, turning her attention toward her sister, “You’ve already spilled your guts to this guy, Ness? Shit must be getting serious already.”

 “I never said that,” Vanessa glared a hole through me.  And I think I might have fucked up a little here, “By the way, Frankie, have you met my little sister Veronica?  She’s an asshole and likes to poke her nose in my relationships.”

 “So, keep her away from my brothers,” I figured, “Got it.”

 “I told him what you said about him the night you met, too,” Veronica grinned.

 “Dammit, Veronica!” Vanessa snapped, “I tell you certain things in confidence!”

 “Don’t be mean to me,” Veronica whined, “I’m sick.”

 “No,” Vanessa’s anger only got worse, “I told you last night before you went out, don’t go out alone.  Stay out of the clubs for the night.  At least wait until my philosophy class is over.  But you didn’t listen.  Now that you’re awake and coherent, I can get pissed at you.”

 “Hold on, Vanessa,” I wasn’t sure if it was my place to step in here, but I had a feeling I needed to or it was going to turn to bloodshed, “I’m not exactly agreeing with the whole, be nice to her because she’s sick, thing, but how was she supposed to know some asshole would score in the Bronx just to drop it in her drink?  She didn’t ask for that.  She just wanted to go dance and have a good time, right, Veronica?”

 “Right,” Veronica looked at me strange, “How do you know where he got his shit from?”

 “Let’s just say,” I pulled Veronica into my side, “Everything was taken care of last night.  And everything’s going to be ok.”

 “What do you mean?” Veronica looked up at me, getting a better view of what happened last night.

 “It was taken care of,” I repeated.

 “Frankie…” Vanessa got nervous, “What happened last night? After you left here, where did you go?”

 “Can I speak to you privately for a second?” I put Veronica down in her bed and tucked her back in.  I pressed a gentle kiss on the top of her head and whispered in her ear, “Trust me.  Everything’s going to be ok.  He got what he deserved.”

“Thank you, Frankie,” Veronica’s voice broke. She knew.  That’s all that mattered.  Now, to take on Vanessa.

 She and I stepped outside Veronica’s room and she dragged me down to the room next door.  This one wasn’t quite as colorful as Veronica’s.  More polished, less punk rock.  Vanessa sat me down on the bed, my hands in hers, “Frankie, we’ve been honest with each other since the first night we met.  I’d like it to stay that way.  Where were you last night after you left here?  And don’t say you went straight home because your face does not say you went straight home.”

 “You really want to know?” I was hoping to keep Vanessa out of the…business end of my life.

 “Please.”

 “I found the guy that drugged Veronica,” I came clean, “I brought him to the Narrows in Brooklyn and I beat the fuck out of him.  Look, I wasn’t going to let him get away with what he did.  That just went against my own moral code.  She didn’t need that last night.  You didn’t need to get that phone call.  I just…I couldn’t.  I’m just happy the Old Man let me take care of him instead of someone else.  And I get why you’d be mad at me.  We probably should’ve just turned him in, let it process through the system, and…”

 “Frankie,” Vanessa cut me off, throwing herself into my shoulder.  My still…Relatively sore…shoulder, “Why would you ever think for a second that I’d be mad at you for that?  For taking care of something that probably would’ve sat for months in the system?  No.  We didn’t have that kind of time.  Nobody deserves to go through what Veronica did. If you were looking to score brownie points with me, that would’ve been the best way.  Granted, I’m a little pissed, but mostly because you could’ve gotten hurt.  You did get hurt.”

 “Yeah…” I winced, “Just a little, though.  I’ve gotten into worse scraps than that.  He just happened to get lucky and get a couple good swings on him.  Not to be that cliché, but you really should see the other guy.  He got his ass handed to him.  But yeah.  He kind of fucked my face up, but it’ll heal.”

 “It will,” she kissed my cheek, “It’s still a cute face, though.”

 “Mama said the same thing,” I chuckled a bit. Then, I remembered the promise I made to Mama.  I wasn’t promising results, but it’d be worth a shot, “Speaking of Mama…She kind of wants to meet you.”

 “How does she know about me?” Vanessa wondered.

 “César sold me out,” I gnawed on the inside of my cheek, “And she wanted to know why I would’ve thrown myself into that kind of fire for just some random girl I met in a club on a run for the Old Man…And I had to explain who Veronica was.  So…Needless to say, she kind of wants to meet you both, but I get it if you don’t want to yet.”

 “Quit preparing yourself for no,” she smiled, “I’d be happy to meet her.  Veronica, on the other hand, is staying home for a while.  Her ass is grounded.”

 “You have that kind of power?”

 “It’s not like anyone else uses it,” Vanessa rolled her eyes, “Someone has to actually raise the children here.”

 “Isn’t that what your parents are supposed to do?” I asked.

 “Mom’s always busy,” she explained, “Dad’s her lapdog. Their marriage is practically a sham. It’s sad.  So, one of us had to step up.  Why not me?  They have no clue about Veronica going out the way she does.  They don’t know about Violet throwing up at the sight of one of her report cards because god forbid she was a disappointment.  They don’t know about half the shit that’s gone on with us.  But that’s ok.  I understand. She has a company and a legacy on her shoulders.”

 “Oh, Vanessa,” I threw my arms around her, “Mama’s going to love you.  I promise.”

 “She’s never met me,” Vanessa thought, “How can you be so sure?”

 “Just…Trust me.” Anyone who knew Mama knew she was a sucker for those abandoned.  And she can smell it from a mile away.  It’s her superpower.  It’s almost scary.  And I have a feeling these two are going to get on like a house fire.

 “So,” she curled into me, “Tonight?  Is that ok for you?”

 “Tonight?” I wasn’t expecting it to be so soon. Mama might be pissed.  She didn’t have time to prepare anything.  But we could manage.  I had no doubt in my mind.

 “I think we should go out tonight,” Vanessa went on, “I mean…It’d be a good way for me to say thank you for last night. I don’t think I could’ve gotten through that without you, Frankie.  Really, I don’t.  I mean, it wasn’t the first time I’ve dealt with Veronica like that, but…Fuck, that shit gets hard after a while.”

 “Shh…” I comforted her in the best way I could, “It’s over with.  She’s alright.  We just saw her.”

 “She’s never been roofied before,” her voice broke. Oh, yeah.  Mama’s going to eat you alive, “She’s had a few hits of E that went sideways and I’ve had to take care of her through bad trips, but…Roofies are new.”

 “And the asshole that did it bled on the floor of a warehouse in the Narrows last night,” I kissed her forehead, “Hopefully, it’ll be the last we hear of him.”

 Vanessa pulled herself together.  Just a little, “Eight o’clock.”

 “Eight o’clock,” I nodded, “I’ll see you tonight. Ok?”

 “Ok.” I put her down on the bed, but she grabbed the bottom of my shirt, “Where are you going?”

 “I need to get home,” I took her hand, “Don’t get me wrong, Vanessa.  I’d love to stick around just a little while longer…”

 “Then, do it,” she begged, “Don’t go yet.”

 “I mean…” I thought it over.  This might be a longshot and/or a disaster, but it’s worth a try, right?  God, I hope so, “Unless you wanted to come with me.”

 “Someone needs to watch Veronica,” Vanessa winced, “But…Eight o’clock.”

 “Promise,” I gave her one little kiss, “I’ll see you tonight.”

 “That’s the plan.” I got a smile out of her. That’s all I could ask for. Before I left, I peeked my head in Veronica’s bedroom.  Sleeping like a baby.  Good…Take care of yourself, kid.  

 Now, I had to lower the boom on Mama that I was bringing Vanessa home tonight.  And an entire cab ride back to Brooklyn to think about it.  It could go one of two ways.  Either I’m going to get beaten within an inch of my life with her shoe or she’s going to be ecstatic.  Fingers crossed for the second one.

[camillemontespan]

she wolves [part five: he is mine]

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Warnings: CHARACTER DEATH. Okay, this is when She Wolves turns into a massive shit storm. I spoke to @sirbeepsalot before this as this chapter reflects one of her chapters and just to clarify, she is 100% OKAY with me posting this because we all get similar ideas. Maybe we should all work for PB?

This is a long chapter, sorry!

Madeleine

My Manor is now empty with everyone having left to return to their duchies. Leo has also left. I dread to think he has gone to Lythikos with that psychopath orphan but I have a feeling that he has.

He couldn't keep his eyes off her at the press conference yesterday. It was humiliating! Why can't he just see that she is nothing compared to me? She will never have with him what we had.

He was my first kiss.

He was my first date.

He was the first man I had sex with.

He was my first love.

So why is he with her?

I know people change but the beauty about Leo and I is that we continue on. We still love each other. We still circle around the other, like the sun and earth, forever connected.

How can what we have shared amount to nothing in the end?

I'm hibernating in bed but even that doesn't come naturally to me. I hate laziness. I have been taught from a young age - not by my mother - that if you want something done, you are better off just doing it yourself.

I can only rely on myself to fix this situation with Leo. And I will fix it, one way or another.

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Kiara

I am sat in front of the TV with my notebook in my lap, pen poised, ready to take notes.

I'm conducting research. On the screen in front of me is the news programme Good Morning Cordonia and I'm keen to find out what the newsreaders thought of the press conference.

I doodle stars in the margins of my notebook until I hear my name come up.

'Now, Kiara.. What do we think of her?' the newsreader, Natalia, asks their political correspondent, Sarah.

'Kiara was.. Lacklustre,' Sarah answers. 'She barely said a word and this is concerning given that she is wanting to become Queen. How can we support her when she has nothing to say? Sure, when she was asked questions, she mentioned how her father is a diplomat and she has learned from him. She knows how to talk to important figures and conduct herself well but that's the bare minimum for a queen. She needs to step up.'

Natalia smiles sympathetically. 'Agreed. She seems like a very nice woman but we want someone strong and who isn't afraid to defend our country. Do you think she is outshined by her rivals?'

Sarah nods. 'Absolutely. You have Olivia Nevrakis who is fiery, dominating and has admitted in the past that her favourite hobby is knife throwing. Then you have Camille, who although is American, just took to her role as a Duchess like a duck to water. If Kiara wants to be recognised as a true claimant for the throne, she needs to go for it.'

I turn the TV off. My stomach feels like it's in knots. If course they think that of me. Everyone does.

What people mistake for shyness is actually me observing. I'm a master at reading a room. I know how to approach certain situations talk to certain people and keep the peace. But when I observe, I become quiet because my mind is working overtime to take everything in.

I know Leo is falling in love with Olivia.

I know Olivia is falling in love with Leo, but I doubt she knows that herself.

I know Madeleine hates Olivia with a passion and wants Leo for herself.

I know Hana doesn't actually want to be Queen.

I know Penelope is having a secret affair with her driver.

I know Drake wants a normal life but Camille isn't as forthcoming.

I know Madeleine wears vanilla scented perfume when she wants to seduce (I didn't know that naturally.. She told me when she was drunk).

Well, I will show them. I will prove I have things so say and that I'm not just boring Kiara.

I will invite them to my duchy for a weekend of elegance, music and wine. Lots of wine. I will be social and confident and I will prove them all wrong.

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Camille

I wait anxiously, my eyes fixed on the little stick that now sits on the edge of the sink. I'm sat on the floor and Drake is sat down with me, his arms wrapped around me, whispering that I shouldn't be nervous.

I really want this.

Not because I'll have an heir but because I finally get to have a family with Drake. Its all I've ever wanted since I was little and now, if this happens, everything will fall into place.

I would love to see Drake as a father. I just know he will be so good at it. He would be protective but not overbearing, he would teach our kids how to do outdoorsy stuff like building a campfire or toasting smores and he would make our family his priority. I know he had a rough childhood as his father passed away and his mother abandoned him, so he has so much love to give. All I want is for him to be happy.

I would hate for this to be a false alarm.

Drake's phone beeps. 'It's time,' he whispers, giving my hand a squeeze. 'You ready?'

I nod mutely and stand up. At the last minute, I panic and cover my eyes. 'God, I can't look, I'm too nervous!'

Drake chuckles and stands up too. Slowly, he picks up the stick and his eyes look down at the result. I look at him with bated breath.

A smile breaks out on his face. 'Are you ready to be a mom?'

My heart skips a beat and I let out a scream of joy. This is happening! This is actually happening!

I'm jumping up and down with tears in my eyes and Drake is laughing and coming towards me to pull me into his arms. He lifts me up so we're the same height and he kisses me over and over as he cries happily.

Drake never cries. Our happy tears mix together. 'I'm so happy,' he murmurs into my hair. 'So fucking happy.'

                      *********************************************

Olivia

I'm lying in bed watching the news, trying not to smile as Leo kisses his way down my body. He has made it his personal mission to see how many kisses he can cover my skin with and currently, he is on 200.

'Olivia Nevrakis is a difficult one,' the political correspondent says to the newsreader in their segment. 'She has grown up alongside the monarchy all her life and she is powerful. Cordonia needs a strong figurehead. But she often comes across as a little.. dark.'

I smirk and Leo chuckles, pressing a kiss on my stomach.

'I know what you mean,' the newsreader agrees. 'The public don't seem to connect with her. They didn't support King Liam as he used brute force as a way to exert power so I doubt they would be as accepting of Olivia, who admitted in the past that when she was five, she was given a dagger for a birthday present.'

They both sigh. 'She is very loyal to her country,' the political correspondent says, trying to find something positive.

Leo looks up at me. 'Oh I know she is,' he says, giving me a wink. I laugh and watch as he kisses lower, his hands roaming up my arms to keep me in place.

'She seems to lack.. Feelings,' the newsreader says.

I turn the TV off at that. Say what you want about me but don't dismiss me as being a cold blooded cretin like Madeleine. I have feelings.

Leo stops kissing me and looks up at me with concern. 'Liv.. I know that look.'

'I have feelings!' I snap. 'Sorry I don't like to be all lovey dovey all the time. Sorry I don't think everything is sunshine and rainbows, sorry I like practical presents like daggers, sorry -'

He bolts up and presses his hand over my mouth. 'Shh, Liv,' he whispers. 'Who cares what they say? Fuck em. You're Olivia Nevrakis. You don't let them tell you who you are, you tell them.'

I'm ashamed to admit that tears prick my eyes. 'I hate to be compared to him,' I mutter.

Leo closes his eyes. He knows I mean his brother.

'You are not like him,' he grounds out, opening his green eyes so they flash with anger. 'You will never be like him.'

'He raised taxes so he could improve our armies and when people couldn't pay, he threw them out of their homes..' I whisper. 'I would never do that. Am I really so intimidating that people think I would be that heartless?'

Leo presses a kiss on my forehead and holds me close. 'You are not heartless. My brother abused his power and lead Cordonia down a dark road. Yes, he threw people out of their homes. He raised taxes. He imprisoned those who dared to speak against him. He shut down Parliament so only he could be the authorative voice of Cordonia. He gave nobles more and more reward and neglected the commoners to the point where they rose up against each other. He didn't care. He watched his country destroy itself by civil war and instead of fighting for peace, he fuelled it.' He breaks off, his voice cracking.

'So don't you dare believe those who compare you to that monster,' he says. 'You are loyal to this country, you care about your duchy and you hated what he did. You tried to steer him back towards the light. You're remarkable.'

I stare at him, my mouth agape. He has never been this kind to me before. We never talk about feelings or what we think of the other person. I'm not like Madeleine who constantly needs reassurance. We laugh and joke and fuck. Serious conversations never take place in our bed.

My bed.

His bed.

Not our bed.

'You have feelings,' he assures me. We share a heated look and it feels like he can see into my soul. It's like he knows I have feelings for him that are buried deep down.

'Do you have feelings?' I ask quietly.

Leo smiles his lazy smile. 'Yeah, Liv. I have feelings.'

He makes love to me after that. I usually refrain from calling sex that sickening phrase but that is what he does. There's no other way to describe it. He takes his time, his hands roaming my body gently, taking me gently, his lips gentle on my neck. Everything is gentle. Sometimes I forget that sex doesn't have to be adventurous or pushing boundaries. Sometimes, it can just be lazy and kind and lovely.

He is turning me into mush but right now, I don't care. All I want is to keep being reminded that I have feelings and that I'm human. He reminds me of this with each stroke, each kiss, each whisper of my name.

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Kiara

The court arrive at my Manor a few days following the news programme. I wasted no time in organising it.

I have decorated the Manor to look like Versailles which isn't tricky as my father installed a miniature Hall of Mirrors when we first moved in. Ostentatious? Yes. Shows off our French heritage? Yes.

Camille looks around the Hall of Mirrors and Drake takes her hand. I forgot that Camille has ancestry from Versailles. Great. She can prove she now more noble than I am, well done Kiara.

'Wine?' I ask them. 'Vintage 1795, from Bordeaux.' A servant offers a tray filled with glasses.

Drake takes a glass but Camille waves it away. 'Thank you, Kiara, but I'll just have water.'

The servant nods and finds her a glass of water. I study her and look at the flushed look on her face, the pride that is etched on Drake's and I put two and two together. She is pregnant.

Camille has an heir.

That's even more stability for Cordonia if she were to be crowned Queen.

'So what are we to expect this evening, Kiara?' Drake asks me.

I smile. 'A tour of our vineyard, music and dinner. Camille, if you like, I can find you some alcohol free wine?'

She blinks. 'Uhh that won't be necessary but thank you.'

She knows I know.

'Ugh, alcohol free wine?' Olivia drawls, strolling up to us. 'Really? What's the point?'

Drake smirks. 'My feelings exactly. But thank you Kiara for the gesture.'

Olivia frowns. 'Gesture?'

Camille turns red and grabs Drake by the arm. 'Honey, let go see Maxwell, I need to find out how his book writing is going!'

Weak excuse. Clearly she doesn't want people to know yet. She and Drake leave and I turn to Olivia who is sipping a glass of wine and studying me.

'How are you, Olivia?'

'Just peachy,' she replies dryly. 'Excuse me, I'm going to go talk to a wall..'

She strides off, leaving me alone. Sighing, I down my glass of wine and go in search of someone who actually wants to talk to me at my own event.

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Penelope

I'm with my parents in the car driving to Kiara's. We're running late thanks to my mother being indecisive over what earrings to wear but she finally picked a pair and now Thomas is practically gunning it down the highway.

My mother is scrolling through her online diary. 'Penelope, I've arranged for you to meet a suitor,' she tells me. 'It would be good if you had a partner so that when you become Queen, you can show more strength.'

I turn pale and grip the side of my seat. I see Thomas is trying his best to ignore the conversation but his hands are gripping the steering wheel and his knuckles have turned white.

'Really, mother, it's okay,' I protest. 'I don't want to be dating right now. I just want to focus on being Queen.'

My father grins warmly. 'That's our girl! Keep your eye on the prize!'

'But she would do well to have a match!' my mother cries. 'It would really boost her chances -'

'Penelope can do just perfectly on her own,' father interrupts, giving me a wink. 'She's always managed to hold her own.'

'Some people don't see that,' mother whispers. 'She can daydream too much in other company.'

'I can hear you, you know,' I cut in, my voice like ice. I see Thomas's eyes crinkle up in the car mirror as he smiles.

My father places his hand on my mother's, placating her. 'She's already shown her intelligence and kindness, Emme,' he assures her. 'Have faith.'

She sighs and looks at me apologetically. 'I'm sorry, honey. I'll be better. I'm just nervous, that's all.'

'It's okay, mom.'

She smiles. 'So you'll meet the boy I have lined up for you? You know his sister!'

Ezekial. Kiara's brother. No.

'I don't want to meet anyone,' I reply bluntly. 'I'm not even thinking about love.'

My eyes catch Thomas's and I will him to understand that I don't mean it, not really. I love him. I love him.

He nods and I feel relief. He understands.

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Madeleine

Kiara's wine tour is fine. That's all I will say. Its understated but enough to show off her wealth and sophistication, especially when she drones on about flavours.

I watch Leo as he tastes a red wine. I know he is dying to just down it because this sort of event is not his thing in the slightest. A refined Prince, he is not.

I could have helped shape him if he let me. We could appreciate wine together and go to the polo and bet on the horses. We could go out to the theatre and the opera.

But Leo doesn't enjoy any of that.

Olivia is by his side which is becoming the norm. For someone who constantly says that she doesn't need a man, she is showing her true colours.

She eventually leaves his side and that's when I see my moment. Quickly I walk to where he is standing by the open bar.

'Leo,' I greet him. He smiles and kisses my hand.

'Maddie. Always a pleasure.'

I inch close to him, so close that I can smell the red wine on his breath. 'Are you free tonight?' I murmur.

His eyes flash over my shoulder to Olivia then quickly back again. I smile, pretending I haven't seen his hesitation or the reason for it.

'I'm quite busy tomorrow so need an early night..' He says weakly.

I am my mother's daughter. Although she may be a permanent drunk, she did teach me a few things. I place my hand on his crotch and squeeze hard.

Leo's eyes bulge. 'Maddie!' he gasps.

I smirk. 'Come on, Leo.. You know you want to. Just tonight. It's been so long.'

He closes his eyes. 'Okay. My room. Kiara assigned me the one on the third floor near the tower. 10pm.'

I release him, triumphant that I've won. I turn and walk away, deciding to prepare for tonight. I need my best lingerie.

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Olivia

I see Leo racing towards me with a dark look on his face. He takes me by the arm and whispers, 'I need to talk to you.'

I follow him outside to the gardens and watch as Leo paces.

'Leo -'

'Madeleine is coming to my room tonight,' he tells me quickly. 'She wants me.'

I keep my poker face. He doesn't have to know that I'm disappointed. He doesn't have to know that I think things changed between us when he made love to me the other day.

I cross my arms. 'Okay. Happy fucking.'

He grabs me, his eyes wild. 'I'm going to end it with her,' he says. 'I only want you. Liv, I promise. These past six months have been incredible and its down to you, not her. You're the one I want. I know you're not one for declarations of love and neither am I, but I have to be honest here. I love you.'

We had both silently agreed that we had feelings. But we have never said the L word. Why would we?

But as I watch him looking utterly distraught and terrified, I know I feel the same. He makes me happy. He makes me see that just because you're with someone it doesn't make you less of yourself.

I kiss him.

'I love you too,' I whisper.

I feel his shoulders loosen and his smile against my mouth.

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Madeleine

I'm wearing a white lace bralet and matching thong with stockings and suspenders. My eyes are lined with kohl and my hair is tousled.

I place a trench coat over it and with a final check in the mirror, I stride out of my room to Leo's.

I'm going to win him back. For too long, Olivia has had her talons in him. No longer. He is mine.

I reach his door and knock. I hear him shuffling and the door opens. 'Hey, Maddie,' he says, gesturing for me to come inside.

There's no candles or champagne cooling. No romantic music. None of the typical Leo Sex touches are here.

I cast this thought aside and unbutton my coat. It falls to the floor and Leo stares at me as I advance slowly on him. 'What do you think?' I ask huskily.

He is mine.

Leo swallows. 'You look lovely.'

I reach out and start to unbuckle his belt. 'Relax, Leo..'

'Maddie -'

I unbutton his trousers and push him onto his bed. Quickly, I straddle him and grind against his crotch. I can be sexy. I can be seductive.

He is mine.

Leo grabs my hands. 'Madeleine, no.'

He never calls me by my first name. He never tells me no.

I laugh it off and lean down to kiss him but he turns his head. I sit up and stare down at him, trying to be calm. 'What's wrong?' I ask. 'Can't get it up? Here, let me help -'

'No,' he grounds out. 'Madeleine, I'm sorry but I have to end this. I don't want to do this with you anymore.'

I blink.

But he is mine.

'Okay.. So you're giving up sex?' I ask, knowing it's a stupid question. 'Does that mean you're ending it with Olivia too?'

He looks at me like he's in pain. 'No.. Just you.'

But he is mine.

My heart is beginning to pound and my skin is blooming goosebumps. I feel sick.

He reaches out to stroke my hair but I push his hand away violently. He doesn't get to feel remorse.

'After everything I've done for you..' I murmur.

Leo closes his eyes. 'I know and I'm sorry. I just can't keep stringing you along -'

'So now you have feelings?!' I burst out. 'Cry me a fucking river!'

'Maddie -'

'I wanted us to rule together!' I cry, tears burning my vision. I can't stop talking. 'I dreamed of us being together and helping to raise Cordonia up! All I needed was for your brother to be gone and you to take the crown and make me your Queen!'

His eyes are huge. 'What? What are you talking -'

I push my hands on his chest and trap him under me. 'I killed your fucking brother,' I hiss in his ear. 'And this is how you repay me.'

He is mine.

Leo pushes me up. His eyes are like fire, filled with anger and horror. 'You.. You killed him?'

My secret is out.

'He needed to die!' I cry. 'He was ruining Cordonia! I kept thinking that you are the rightful king, you should replace him and have me by your side. So I planned his defeat. I tried to seduce him as a way to make him vulnerable,' I say, my voice shaking. I know I am ruining Leo's image of me. I know I can't take this back.

'He was all for it,' I tell him. 'Anything to make you feel like shit. So I got him under me, like you are right now, and I held him down and I suffocated him with a pillow.'

I reach out slowly and lift Leo's pillow. He is staring at me like a deer caught in headlights.

He is mine.

'All you had to do was take the throne,' I say. But you refused. I hoped that you would back me if I were to be Queen but it's become increasingly clear that you favour that orphaned slut -'

'Don't you dare speak about Olivia,' he hisses. 'You know nothing about her.'

I smirk. 'I don't care. She took you from me. You both ruined my plans.'

Leo stares at me in horror and realisation dawns on his face. 'You're the reason the room smelled of vanilla..'

'Bingo..' I sing.

I raise the pillow up. Lots eyes widen and he tries to grab my wrists but I knee him in the crotch. He lets out a strangled moan.

'If I can't have you, nobody can,' I hiss.

I push the pillow down onto his face. Leo shouts out and struggles but I keep him held in place. Tears flow down my cheeks. I have lost it. I've lost all sense of morality. I'm wild right now.

He is trying to scream for help but the pillow muffles his voice and I keep the pillow pressed to his face. His body jerks against me but I'm strong and he is losing a battle.

He stops.

I wait and slowly take the pillow off his face. He is slack and his chest is not moving. I let out a sob, knowing what I've done and that I can't take it back.

He was mine.

[slasherscream]

A/N: decided to go totally off the rails and do whatever the fuck i want this week. that's how we arrive at-

     jason dean / jd x black fem!reader ft. that's it .... that's the whole concept

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You two meet when he moves to your city. It's nothing new to him. The change of scenery. Of people. He doesn't pay it any attention no matter where he is. The only thing he concerned himself with was finding the nearest 7/11 to the house he now lives in so he can get himself a slushie. 

You've got headphones on and you're dancing to yourself. Not paying any attention to your surroundings at all. The colors and patterns you're wearing are bright and cheerful but not overbearing on the eye. Just enough pop to make you stand out against the blandness of a gas station. The colors all look nice on your brown skin        like a pretty picture frame holding together an even prettier picture. 

He can hear the music coming through your headphones (hazy and mostly unclear except the hook: it's none of your business      ) and knows you're ever so slightly off beat in your dancing. Distracted. You're staring at the machine intensely like which flavor you're going to indulge in is the most important thing you'll ever decide. His lip twitches upwards, trying to become a smile. Shocking reaction considering you're currently blocking the machine.

He comes up at your side smoothly, close enough that if one of you moves you could bump into each other but not far enough to be truly invasive of your space. It's just enough to make you notice him. You yank your headphones haphazardly off your ears and jolt out of his way. "Oh sorry, man! Didn't mean to be a machine hog. Can't make up my mind for anything today." 

He laughs, moving to pick up a cup of his own, "Don't be. It's a serious choice to make."

"Damn right." You grin and finally make your choice. No choice. You go down the line of flavors and pull each lever. Coke, cherry and that blue that doesn't quite taste like any actual fruit occurring in nature. You step out of the way and grab yourself a straw. You can feel eyes on you. You turn and pause when you see him for the first time ... he's certainly      handsome would be underselling it. You blink the thought away and raise an eyebrow as if to ask, "what?"

He gestures towards the slushie in your hand and the look on his face makes you laugh because you've seen it before. "Oh you're a purist, eh?" you take a sip as you start to walk past him, "life's too short to not get wild sometimes."

"You make an excellent point." He doesn't mix all three like you did but he does mix cherry and coke. You give him a smile on your way out after you pay. He watches you as you go. 

You see each other again at school. There are three other schools in the area. It's a big city. But somehow you go to the same one. Your eyes find each other in the cafeteria. He's sitting at a table totally alone. You can see your friends waving for you but you just wave back and mouth that you'll catch them later. You go to join him in his corner of solitude.

"Well if it isn't little miss. flavor mixer." he smirks even though for once he's happy to see a familiar face. He wonders why that is even as he leans forward on his elbows. 

"Purist." You grin back, "Not that I'm the most observant girl in the world but I don't think I've seen you around here before." 

"You haven't. I'm new. My thing is kinda being the new kid." his smirk is brittle at the edges in ways it wasn't before, an almost instant change.

"Hmm       well guess I gotta eat here with you then. Nothing makes you a target faster than eating lunch alone at the back of the room like a weirdo."

"Thank you for your kindness." You show him another one by telling him not to eat the food he'd wound up getting (a death sentence) and instead sharing with him your fries. 

When you both get up at the end of lunch he's surprised when you loop your arm through his instead of just leaving, "So what's your next class, new kid? Gonna walk you there. Wouldn't want you getting lost." 

He stares down at you but doesn't move away, always been one to roll with the punches, "Won't you be late to your own? Seem like the type of girl who hates disappointing a teacher." 

It's the truth. But you're also not the type of girl to leave anyone alone. You hate the feeling personally and so you don't wish it on him. All the dark colors he's wearing and devil may cry attitude makes you think he's already used to being lonely. But what are moves for if not starting a new chapter in life? "Maybe you need to get to know me before you decide you know what kind of girl I am."

"Hm. Maybe." and so you walk him to his classroom. Then you pick him up from it later and are greatly amused at the surprise you see on his face when he finds you waiting for him. You two skip gym together and instead talk at the back of the school. The more you talk the more you decide Jason Dean needs a fucking friend. You decide you're gonna be that friend. 

You learn about him and he learns about you. Much like him you come from a two person family of you and your Mom. But unlike him and his Father you and your Mom love each other to death. You bring him home to study one day (you are forcing him to do his homework for fucking once in his life). Your Mom gets back from work early and walks into the house to find you throwing popcorn at him from across the table because he's balancing his pencil instead of using it to do his damn work.

Your Mom knows instantly this is the boy you've been spending so much time with. Talking so much about. She's a lot like you in that she takes one look at him and decides "I guess this is mine now.". You wonder if he knows he's already been adopted into the clan when he smiles and gives her a polite little, "Mrs. L/N". He starts spending more time at your place than his own. 

You pass the days together becoming ever closer. Sharing secrets. Insecurities. Going to parties. Getting slushies. Late-night movies. Going to the mall and people-watching. Forcing him to dance with you to music that isn't written by people all mad at their dad's. Him somehow managing to get you on the back of his motorcycle and then somehow being able to sweet talk your Mother into not being mad at him when she catches him dropping you off that way. His rolls up his sleeves and sometimes even takes off his stupid trenchcoat to help you cook dinner. Your Mom teaching him how to cook and him somehow winding up better at seasoning food than you which the two of them never let you forget. He becomes a part of your life too big to ever lose. 

His Dad says they're leaving. He'd gotten so used to being with you and the little life you'd built together that he forgot about the one he'd had before you. The life on the road. Apathy. Loneliness. Quiet. Anger. Reality hits him like a train and you can already see him shutting down. Closing himself off. You grab him by his face and tell him, "don't you leave me yet, Jason Dean."

You never call him that. Always JD or Purist, a throwback to the first day you'd met when you hadn't known you would change each other's lives forever. 

He's going to turn eighteen in three months and the two of you talk. You talk frantically and plan dumb shit the way teens do whenever they're confronted by a problem they don't understand. Your Mom overhears the two of you and once she realizes what's going on she puts you both in the back of her car and drives straight to JD's house. 

Your Mom is a real wildcard and you've never loved her more than when she sits across from JD's bum-ass Father, legs crossed daintily and authoritatively as she says, "your son wants to stay here and settle. He deserves the chance to graduate from one highschool that he manages to attend for more than a few weeks straight. Leave him with me. I’ll take good care of him." 

Jaws dropped. You're just as shocked as JD but still teasingly push his mouth closed. JD's Father? Never been much of a parent anyway. The most he does is help put JD's things all in the back of your Mother's car that same afternoon. You know he only helps that much because your Mom is radiating bad bitch energy. You high five her once you're all in the car driving away. You don't think JD and his Father bothered to say a real goodbye to each other. He's sitting in the backseat looking nearly shell shocked. You reach back and shake him by his thigh in excitement. He grabs your hand and holds it. 

Y'all only get closer to the point that you're inseparable. The guest room of your house quickly becomes JD's room. Your Mother rolls her eyes when she sees how spartan he keeps it and demand he do something to make it his own. He jokingly asks, "Can I paint the walls black?" and she smacks him upside his head.

She comes back the next day from work with a dark grey paint and tells him, "you can paint your room this color". You know it means a lot to him and you two spend the weekend doing just that.

The night he turns eighteen you make him a small, personal cupcake and put it down in front of him at midnight. You also have a slushie for him which you know he'll enjoy more despite all the work you put into the damn cupcake. He's grinning from ear to ear, not a smirk, a grin, "this feels kinda sixteen candles-esque, sweetheart."

"Blow out your damn candle and make a wish, JD."

"Why would I need to make a wish when everything I want I already got?" A moment of surprising honesty. It's not a joke. You can hear it in his tone. He doesn't retract the statement either, or play it off as less serious than it is. His grin has softened into a smile that you've never seen on his face before. It makes you want to melt. The candle is also melting.

You pick up the cupcake and hold it up to him, your voice no louder than a whisper that feels strangely intimate, "make a wish anyway."

He leans in obediently and for a moment the candle's flame flickers over the shadows of his face in the prettiest way. Then he blows softly and the flame goes out. The only light in the room from the moon now. You fall asleep curled up on the bay window seat together. You wake up in his arms the next morning. When you go downstairs to help your Mother make him a birthday breakfast she's shooting you a knowing look that you try to ignore. 

JD talks about his plans now over breakfast and your mother smacks his hand gently when he mentions maybe finding a new place to live. “That’s not how family works, Jason. And you’re family. Don’t you go forgetting that just cause' you turned eight-teen. No boy of mine is gonna be running off to live alone when he’s not ready. You stay here with us until you get sick of us. Don’t go leaving just cause you think that's what you're supposed to do. We love you here.” 

He looks suspiciously teary eyed and can only manage to clear his throat and give her a stiff nod, “gotcha Mrs. L/N”. Your mother is just as good at speaking JD as you are now and knows what he wants to say is “thank you” and “i love you both too”. She gets up to kiss the side of his forehead and you get up and kiss his cheek. He holds the both of you close to him and it quickly becomes a group hug. 

There's a change in how you are around each other. More lingering touches. Longer looks. But nothing happens. Nothing until graduation when there are pictures being taken and you forced JD to decorate his cap to match yours. He walks and you scream. You walk and he screams for you louder. Your Mom screams for the both of you the loudest.

You go to a party to celebrate but wind up leaving early and just walking in the park together. It's surprisingly cold outside for a summer night. He slides his trenchcoat around your shoulders and puts a hand on your cheek fondly. You steel yourself against nerves and raise your own hand to keep his trapped right where it is. You tilt your face into his warm palm and kiss it softly. You don't look away from him the entire time. 

A moment of stillness between you two, "Thank god." JD groans before he swoops in and grabs you by the waist to kiss you breathless. 

You both come home late clumsy and trying to be quiet but mostly too busy holding each other to really bother. Your Mother, who was waiting up for you both, only rolls her eyes and says, "finally." 

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[darkparablesthorst]

So since everyone on is on the thirsty list and ya need requests, can I please aske for dating headcannons for everyone's favorite Snowy Queen, Snow White?

THIS GOT LONG HOLY HELL TOOK ME 4 HOURS

Constructing her Personality

Alrighty ho! I’m not going to add her history here anymore as I believe that that the game provided detailed information about her life before she turned into the Snow Queen and what her life led to after being freed from the False Mirror. Her actions in-game show that she strongly cares for her family and will go to great lengths for their sake. Desperate to cure her son of his comatose, she clung to the promises of the False Mirror even if it meant gambling her soul and the whole world away to save her son. Even when Floralia fell and Snow possessed no leads to her brother Ross Red’s survival, she still went to the fallen kingdom to look for him herself. Snow White is a hardy woman who will fight tooth and nail and freeze hell all over (hehe) to ensure the safety of her family. 

I feel like Snow places huge importance on blood relations, mostly because they are the only people who remained by her side in all her immortal life. The Mountain King, her father, sacrificed his kingdom for her sake, and this testifies to their deep familial bond between father and daughter. At his death, Ross Red and Gwyn are the only surviving members of her family and the people she has ever intimately known who still survive to this day. That said, she is not quick to be friendly with strangers, unless she owes them a huge debt (like the detective), or are familiar with her family. With strangers, she maintains a stern, impassive, yet kind countenance, cordial yet impersonal. However, she warms up easily with who her family considers as friends and treats them extremely well. For example, she sponsored Gwyn and Gerda’s extravagant wedding where royalties from all kingdoms were invited to. That’s some extreme mothering right there. 

However, she keeps grudges, and no family is exempted from that.  I feel like she still resents James a bit for what had happened to Gwyn. Also, when Rasputin crashed the wedding, Snow Queen had no reservations in fighting him although he was her uncle. She will destroy anyone who compromises the safety and happiness of her small, tight-knit family, no matter who they were. 

All in all, we have a fiercely caring queen and mother who is determined to brave all odds for the sake of her family. Of course, the responsibility of maintaining her precious family leaves little time for meeting new people. Add to that her reserved and icy personality that she presents to strangers, and it might prove difficult to approach the Snow Queen. Gain the trust, love, and approval of her family, and you may have a chance of warming her heart. 

Dating Headcanons

Snow is the type of woman to spoil her lover. She has the power and wealth to give you whatever you want and does so with pleasure. She also fusses over you, making sure that you have eaten well and gotten the proper amount of sleep. Her maternal instincts kick to overdrive if she sees a single bruise on your body. She may get overbearing, so be sure to calm her down and assure her that you’re fine. 

She doesn’t expect anything in return, but if you give her a gift, she will be overjoyed. It doesn’t have to be any expensive items as long as it’s from you. But if you handcraft something for her? Say, paint her a portrait, make her a sculpture, craft her jewelry, or brew a potion to exfoliate her skin, her brain will reset and she will legitimately b l u s h. The first time you saw it, you were just as baffled, but she looked so adorable with her face flaring up that you got embarrassed as well for staring too long. 

She’s a respected queen, so you’re going to have to dress to impress. You get to wear the finest clothing known throughout the kingdoms perfectly tailored to your size. You and Snow will be the most beautiful couple in any balls you attend, and the spectators will know you belong together through your matching/complementary clothing and regalia if your entwined arms and loving glances are not enough to clue them in. You might feel concerned that she’s giving you too many clothes, but she really enjoys dressing you up in gorgeous silks and make you look your best. 

Dates for you and Snow White are private affairs that aren’t at all extravagant. Too busy for that. Your dates (not counting the balls and events you attend for social and political matters) would be enjoying each other’s company in her study as you drink tea. If she’s feeling more stressed, she pops off the cork of aged wine from her personal wine stash and rant about her worries, frustrations, and anxieties. They mostly concern the safety of her family, the matters of wicked curses and ancient treacheries popping out of nowhere (the dp universe is saturated with family drama and it involves magic my fucking GOD ) and, sometimes, when she’s particularly drunk, she bitches about James and his curse and his stupid face gods why did i fall for that idiot 

Snow is cute when she gets drunk, but she is just as much as a pain in the ass when she is. She gets whiny and clingy, and it would have been cute if she’s not spilling the glass of wine she insists on holding all over the cushions as she attempts to cuddle you (”Snow, they’re velvet! You’re going to have to replace them if you don’t put the wine glass down!”).

Most of the time, you keep yourself sober and just short of tipsy to revel these rare moments of vulnerability. You fondly watch as her uncontained giggles break through her icy demeanor and her pristine diction slurs. When the morning comes, you rise before Snow.  You retrieve the painkilling elixir from the dresser, prepare her a glass of cool water, and peel a fresh orange, and set the items on the nightstand. When she wakes up, groaning from the hangover, it was your turn to fuss over her. You hand her the elixir, mindful of the dosage she gulps down, give her the glass of water next, and feed her each slice of orange. Her face is contorted in discomfort at first, but it gradually relaxes as the headache disappears and makes way for the awareness of your caring actions. The both of you cuddle afterward, only parting when one of the butlers knock at your door to remind you of your duties. 

That said, you’re Snow’s most trusted confidante. She tells you everything and trusts that you’ll swear secrecy to whatever you hear. If she’s having difficulties with a certain matter, your encouraging words and affection lift her spirits. Knowing that you are there with her to share her burdens gives her comfort and propels her to see her problems through. 

I feel like this queen is touch-starved. In private, she clings to you at every waking moment. If she’s busy reading through letters and contracts, she has her hand on your thigh as you read a book beside her. When you’re strolling in the garden, enjoying each other’s company amidst the beauty of the castle flora, she has her arm entwined in yours. When you’re both in bed, she cuddles to you and leeches off your warmth until you both fall asleep. 

I feel like Snow studies magic, herbology, alchemy and potion-making in her free time. She has an extensive collection of books about said subjects in her library. When her schedule isn’t too tight, she goes on excursions by herself to research and collect ingredients and new species of plants. She values learning and curiosity and desires to see the same spirit in her partner. If you accompany her in these adventures, you can help her in logging in information, stocking supplies, and holding her stuff for her. When you’re out camping, you get to stargaze and identify constellations in the sky.

Before you make it to Snow, you have to gain the good graces of her family first. Gwyn will be more forthcoming, but good luck dealing with Ross. Even if you already are dating Snow, he will always have his reservations about the relationship. Nevertheless, he doesn’t dislike you as much as he disliked James. It’s just his protectiveness over his sister showing. To earn the complete trust of Ross would require you to perform an act of self-sacrifice. Are you willing to lay your life for Snow? Will you compromise your own interests for her sake? Succeed, and not only will you obtain the loyalty and good graces of the fearsome Ross Red, but Snow would also admire and love you more. 

Dating Snow would mean being Gwyn’s foster parent. You get free access to dote and fuss over Gwyn, and on really good days, you and Snow get to do it together. Gwyn will be frozen in embarrassment, but he is grateful for having such caring people in his life. 

WIth you, Snow gets to loosen up more. Once, you managed to convince her to create a Snow Wonderland inside the castle. Everyone was absolutely thrilled and joined in the fun. The best thing about it is you convinced her to do this stunt in July, in the middle of summer. It was truly one of the more exciting things that happened inside the kingdom.

Snow needs a partner, an equal who she can trust and rely on. By herself, she survives well enough, but with a partner, she wants to thrive gloriously. The both of you will be a formidable power couple.