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LUNAR CYCLE â s. winchester
discovering other ways to control yourself during the lunar cycle, a drabble (+16)
he doesnât mind helping you each month, he knows you find it difficult to control your hormones and he loves that you can seek out his comfort. the month starts off normal, youâre unaffected by your werewolf gene and nobody could be able to tell off the bat, even if they were a hunter.. but then you get irritated: a result of the brewing ravenousness that will come when the moon is full. as a pureblood, you can control when you transform aswell as your hunger, but it doesnât mean that youâre any different to a regular werewolf under the influence of a peaking lunar cycle. but that tension is released when the moon is round and bright: full.
your fingernails drag down SAM WINCHESTERâs back and he hisses into your neck. the humidity lingering on your collarbone is a leftover sign of his panting from near fatigue.
your head falls back into the pillow arrangement you had set up since you began renting your apartment, messing it up like you had done for the last two nights. a long, drawn out whine leaves your mouth which reveal the fangs that keep contracting with your lack of self awareness in such a state. sam feels the sharpness of your fingernails and realises how desperately youâre holding back.
his big hands caress both the legs over his shoulders and he whispers, ââs okay, let go fâme.â
thereâs another gasp from you and a flutter of your eyelids before sam takes his head out of your neck and admires the hang of your top canines over your bottom lip as it quivers. he can see the goldenness hiding beneath black lashes and low lidded eyes and if sam looks close enough, he can see the dark slit in the centre.
his right hand comes up to cradle your face, lustful eyes glaring at your sharpened teeth and he lets his index finger glide over the pair. you shudder and whine and it tells sam just how sensitive your teeth are.
your backs arch in sync, both your stomachs flattening against the otherâs: sam due to your nails wraking back up to his shoulders and leaving marks in their wake and you because heâs hit a certain spot inside of you.
your thighs twitch: a telltale sign that your close and samâs left thumb dips and begins to circle the bundle of nerves left neglected between you two. you moan, your eyes rolling into white while a string of curses fall from your kiss bitten lips. all thatâs left is for sam to catch up to you so the two of you can finally rest.
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When you share a small flat with two shameless roommates that's the end of peace and quiet in your life
#when logan loses his inhibitions all hell breaks loose#wade's more than willing to do anything his peanut is up for#much to althea and their neighbours' annoyance#deadpool and wolverine#deadpool 3#wade wilson#james logan howlett#poolverine#deadclaws#peanutbub#old man yaoi#imagine your otp#otp prompts#writing promt#marvel memes#mcu avengers edits#ryan reynolds#hugh jackman#deadpool x wolverine#mischievous thunder
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drunk cuddly darling + sober yan
vs
sober darling + drunk yan
do yans have any preference on either scenario or is it just no bueno either way
im just gonna simplify this ask down a bit. m!yanderes + f!yanderes x cuddly drunk gn darling 𫶠(no poly/non humans for the sake of my sanity)
âȘïž ;; abe is not the type to drink, never has been and never will be, even if you pressure him to drink more, so while he doesnât exactly approve of you getting drunk either, he just cant bring himself to be mad at you. not when youâre being so sweet to him! heâs happy that youâre content to just be held by him until you fall asleep rather than get into any trouble that heâs not prepared to deal with. be ready to wake up to a scolding by him though, you could get sick if you go overboard! even if he kind of likes it when you do.
[cw dubcon] đ„ïž ;; god bless any darling who gets drunk around gene because if he can tell youâre inebriated heâs either trying to fuck you or is equally as hammered (if not more). so when you get drunk and start getting all touchy with him he sees it as an invitation to take things further. you wanted the attention, you canât get mad at how he chooses to give it! it isnât his fault, you just make really cute faces when youâre wasted. heâll give you a little apology gift for your sore insides when youâre up the next day â one most likely made up of painkillers and your favorite takeout.
đȘ¶;; it irritates sterling to no end that you got drunk. donât you know you have an image to uphold? heâs prattling on and on about how heâs sick of your disgraceful behavior and how unbecoming it is for you to waste your time fucking up your brain, until your arms are around him and youâre snuggling up against him. then his words are all caught in his throat and hes tripping through his sentences, half heartedly trying to reprimand you still, but he eventually settles down and (begrudgingly) holds you until youâre asleep. heâll swear to himself its only this one time; if you remember the next day and try to tease him about it he literally wont talk to you for a week.
đȘ ;; valentina had already planned to simply cuddle you till you went to sleep, so the fact that you initiated it makes her elated. she likes how it feels when you squirm in her arms, too out of it to be able to do anything but what she wants. itâs like sheâs handling a living doll! she carries you around like one, too, going about her day with one hand and holding you you with the other. yes, it makes doing things way more difficult and yes, the arm she carried you with will be sore for days, but itâs well worth it to her.
[cw dubcon, again] đ ;; althea ordered you to go to bed the moment you stumbled into her presence in your inebriated state. when you instead clung to her and insisted on cozying up instead, while it annoyed her, she took it upon herself to make sure you got to bed and couldnât get into any trouble. but you insisted on her staying with you! and the way you tangled her body up with yours and dragged your hands across her form in a move that couldnât have been entirely innocent (to her, at least), allie couldnât help but help herself to your body. you practically owed it to her, anyway; and the way you whimpered and sighed for her proved that you didnât seem to mind too much anyway.
đ„© ;; rhodes doesnât particularly care for drunks, theyâre used to them being loud and obnoxious. so theyâre not exactly happy when they find you after having a bit too much to drink. theyâe expecting a tedious night of making sure you donât hurt yourself or others, so itâs a pleasant surprise when you seek them out for comfort instead. they still would prefer you being sober so youâd be able to better appreciated them taking the day off to be with you, but theyâre satisfied with the time you spend with them regardless.
#anonymous#god i had this in my drafts for ages#yandere headcanons#yandere imagines#yandere x reader#yandere x oc#yandere boy#yandere oc#yandere x you#yandere x reader smut#âȘïž abraham a. ;; the church boy#đ„ïž gene e. ;; the hacker#đȘ¶ sterling c. ;; the prodigy#đȘ valentina e. ;; the gym bunny#đ„© rhodes w. ;; the butcher#đ althea c. ;; the princess#xxi ;; the world â asks#xv ;; the devil â my writing
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With careful precision, sharp, thin thorns sprouted along new vines, slicing through the fabric of Theaâs shirt without ever once so much as scraping the skin underneath. Thea pulled back just a bit, and when Jaheira broke the kiss, she saw the startled vulnerability to the other womanâs eyes. âYou know what I want,â Jaheira breathed. âAnd I am a woman made impatient. You are at my mercy, arenât you, hethtalos?â
happy thanksgiving! i'm apparently celebrating by writing old women tying each other up.
this has decisively no place within the larger established canon i'm working on with these two -- i kinda just wanted to write it. soooo bad.
#fic#jaheira#althea march#theajaheira#everybody needs to clap for me it took me like eight FUCKING months to write something i can actually post where they kiss#and uh. more than kiss. l o l
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what would the marauders' (+ lily and snape's) tastes in literature and poetry be like? i like to think remus would be a kafka guy and i see lily as a big fan of sylvia plath and the romantic movement, but i'm curious about your take
Ahh I love this question soo much and I've been thinking about it a lot! Thank you for asking â€ïž
James
sorry to say but this is a Kerouac bitch. this is a bitch who likes 'boy fiction' like On the Road and Catcher in the Rye. I also think James would like epic fantasy like Lord of the Rings, and science fiction like Dune.
Also, I'm just going to go with Muggle (aka real. lol) literature for this BUT I also want to say that I have invented a wizarding poet that Fleamont is really into for my fic, (this is just an excuse to write/include poetry lol) and James would like that too, having grown up with it. ALSO in my mind James would read poems about Quidditch lol
As for poetry, I think he'd like Beat poetry. But also TS Eliot and Dylan Thomas, similar to Remus, and Yeats, like Lily. An Irish Airman Forsees His Death is perhaps my favourite poem of all time and I think it would REALLY resonate with James. Especially since 'a lonely impulse of delight' would also drive him to 'this tumult in the clouds.' wahhh i love that poem
Sirius
I think Sirius would skew a little darker than James. Honestly as much as he'd hate this he might have a bit in common literature-wise with Snape lol, so I'm giving him Camus, The Stranger, and Sartre, Nausea.
as for poetry, Ginsberg's Howl would appeal to him. and William Burroughs. Like James, Beat poetry in general, though I feel he wouldn't be as into Kerouac as James.
A lot of this kind of stuff doesn't appeal to me as much (Kerouac is my fav Beat unfortunately) but I think generally Sirius would like fairly gritty realistic dark stuff. So the obligatory Bukowski is going here. Also perhaps Ted Hughes. Maybe stuff with a political/social commentary.
Peter
honestly I can't see Peter reading a lot lol but if he did, it'd be fairly easy and exciting things, maybe fantasy/scifi like James. I can see him liking The Hobbit. Also maybe crime novels or thrillers? Like kind of bad, easy to read ones haha.
Also comic books, i know nothing about that personally though. Super heroes?? lol idk
No poetry lmao, he wouldn't get it. Maybe he'd like humourous stuff. Limericks lol. An epicure dining at crewe / found a traitorous rat in his stew, etc
Remus
I agree about Kafka!
I just want to give someone this because it's one of my favourite novels ever, so I'm giving Remus Le Grand Meaulnes by Henri Alain-Fournier. (I think it's been translated as The Lost Estate in English but I prefer the original title.)
Hmm I think he might be a Hemingway?? Also Raymond Carver (who is one of my fav authors) anyway I think the minimalist, understated style of both would appeal to him.
I also think he'd like a good coming-of-age story when younger so, the aforementioned Meaulnes (honestly i rly just love that book) but also Joyce's Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man, and, like James, Catcher in the Rye.
And then when older it would be more minimalist stuff. I just think he'd be a Hemingway! Also maybe Steinbeck and Capote. I really dont know why I'm always giving Remus such American taste in things. In my mind he has great taste though haha.
For poetry I'm giving him Dylan Thomas (see? Welsh) and T.S. Eliot, W.H. Auden.
Lily
absolutely Sylvia Plath! I had her reading The Bell Jar in my fic.
but also other poets, particularly female poets. Anne Sexton, Emily Dickinson, Mary Oliver, Edna St Vincent Millay.
Yeats too, she'd absolutely love Yeats. Like I said my fav is An Irish Airman... but Lily would LOVE and be so enraptured by The Stolen Child (as am I)
as for fiction, she'd love The Mill on the Floss (as well as other things by George Eliot,) the Brontë sisters. God would she love Wuthering Heights (both the book and the Kate Bush song.) I think she'd like Little Women too and really identify with Jo (as do we all,) and also Virginia Woolf. I'll give her Oscar Wilde and Poe too.
Also I want someone to be a Wodehouse fan and that's going to be Lily.
as a kid I think her favourite books would have been The Secret Garden and Watership Down. And Alice in Wonderland. She probably grew up with Beatrix Potter and Edward Lear too. This is essentially just my own taste/what I grew up with btw lol
Snape
I think he'd like Kafka too. also, like Sirius, Camus's The Stranger and Sartre's Nausea lol. he'd be pretentious and dark, basically.
I also think he'd read the most nonfiction, specifically philosophy, specifically nihilism lol so the aforementioned Camus and Sartre, Kierkegaard, and NIETZSCHE. god.
He might like horror. Lovecraft, Bram Stoker's Dracula, Jekyll and Hyde. I'm not really a horror fan myself but I think Snape would be.
fun fact but hpwiki lists 'poetry' as one of Snape's skills and I believe that. Anyway, similarly he'd enjoy moody man poetry. But also be more romantic and more classical than Sirius.
I'm giving him Richard Lovelace, I think he'd relate to the romantic aspect of To Althea, From Prison (which is so beautiful) but also the tragedy haha.
As you might be able to tell this is heavily based on what I like and therefore what I could think of off the top of my head. I feel like if you combine Lily's taste with Remus's and then add a bit of the darker Sev side of things, that's just what I like lmao.
So I'm sure there's obvious stuff I'm missing for someone, pls feel free to suggest things!
Edit wait, since I mentioned Dylan Thomas I wanted to share this Welsh translation of his famous poem Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night, sung by Welsh group Brigyn! It's a bit folksy haha but such a beautiful version:
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#snape would read althea post swm and be like... im in a prison... of my own making#i also was rly hesitant to give someone bukowski rip. but if it was anyone#it would be sirius. maybe snape#but i think snape just has a more romantic/classical twist to him somehow. idk#carver has probably been the biggest influence on how i write dialogue. though somehow combined with buffy the vampire slayer LMAO#replies#lily#severus#james#sirius#remus#this was so fun to think about!!
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A fic written by @monkepenguin
A review of chapter 1 and 2 by me- Hi. With commentary đ
It's 23k and still going. There are typos, but this person isn't a native speaker of English (aren't the best fics always like that?)
Spoilers:
Wade - it has been a whole 5 seconds. Shut up. Please. Like what the fuck are you even talking about. Why are you saying these things in public?
If I dont read 200 words in and think "what the actual fuck" Am I even reading deadpool? No.
Imagine your room mate is gone for 3 days, shows up, pronounces himself as "Marvel jesus" what ever that is- and now you have 2 more mouths to feed.
Al is way more chill than we give her credit for. She's a pretty chill for a cokehead. (Dont do drugs kids)
"That's future Logans problem." Ah yes, very Wolverine thing to think.
D'awww. See kids when you take care of your logan properly they are happy and clean. Now he needs fed and some TLC and you will have your very own loyal Logan :)
Instinctively kicking dogs is so on brand.
Careful wolvie, you're gonna get a yeast infection.
"It screams liver cancer" says the one jealous of the fact he has cancer
On yes the truama jokes. Poor guy.
At least he's admitting that he knows joking about it isn't good for him, but he doesn't anyway :D
Snappy logan is the best logan.
Ohh baby boy no- no more bar rotting for you. Banned.
You tell'em al! Loud fucks.
Bruuhhh.
Logan: *starts opening up*
Wade: Excuse me? Im the main charater *SLAPS HIM*
Wade: *opens up*
Al really was like "are you guys gonna fuck or fight?" And instead they sobbed together on the roof đ
Fred you trooper. You go get that old lady.
Oh god not the "Were literally the same people in different fonts" moment đ©
"Wade was actually a good guy just extremely unhinged and horny" Yeaaahhh it's probably a response from scout master kevin- Or the fact that you get dopamine and oxytocin during sex and a lot of people with adhd can easily be addicted to those things. Im suprised he doesn't have a thing for gambling with something other then his life.
"I mean actual coke" "Ahh-" yeah sums those two up.
Wait until al finds out about slippers LMAO. Chalancla him grannie!
Oh my god hes gonna buy a fucking honda odyssey
"OH NO HES HOT"
"Al, my condolences to you for not being able to see this man." FAAACCTSS, im so glad someone else brought this up. Shed be all over him. You know it.
(Logans the type to walk past a diner and get rawred at and giggled by a bunch of old grandma's so much that it gets to the point that he goes "Evening ma'am" to them so they'd stop cat calling him.
Also, WHO RAISED THIS MAN!? Charles!! Charles, this is a god damn gentleman over here! I know damn well it wasn't your father Logan! Was it Jean? Did Jean slap manners into you?)
Aaahh dont give puppins the sex leash noooo (totally canon)
Bro why is wade actually so domestic? Dude is like "Hi! Your life is ruined? Cool! My life is ruined! Lets go comit insurance fraud and buy the exact same car I fucked you in. Now lets go pumpkin. Onward!! To the dealership!"
#poolverine#logan james howlett#wade wilson#blind al#althea anderson#dogpool#mary puppins#deadpool 3#deadpool and wolverine#this could literally be a movie#facfic rec#fanfiction#wolverine fanfiction#deadpool fanfiction#fanfic review#like holy shit#im both horrified and amused#is this what its like to write so in charater that its literally just a sequel to the movie?#deadpool movie
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Trial of Sebastian Sallow WIP
âSebastian, please listen to me!â Althea shouted. âYouâre not thinking clearly! This has gone too far!â
âI need to save Anne! This relic is the answer!âÂ
âDark magic isnât going to help her! It will only make it wor-â
âCrucio!â
Althea crumpled to the dusty stone ground with a scream that echoed throughout the cavern. Solomon Sallow stepped out from behind a broken stone pillar, his wand still pointed at the girlâs body.Â
âALTHEA!â
Sebastianâs brown eyes were thrusted open as he woke up with a strangled yell. She was in trouble. She was in pain, and he needed to help.
He reached for his wand, his breathing shaky and uneven. Only, it wasnât there.
In a panic he looked around his surroundings, his head swiviling from side to side. It took his brain a second to catch up with what he was seeing.
The fifteen year old was lying on a cot in a dark cell. Solomon wasnât anywhere to be seen. Althea wasnât with him.
He was alone.
#haha I love him#can you tell I love him?#trial of sebastian sallow#sebastian sallow#hogwarts legacy#althea moonlace#solomon sallow#aka the guy we all hate#hogwarts legacy mc#hogwarts legacy fanfic#hogwarts legacy fanfiction#hogwarts legacy wip#harry potter wip#writing wip#wip
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first draft/WIP of a Nightlight thing where he loses his glow and is Very Unwell about it. This fic is shaping up to be long and âšïžangstyâšïž but here's a little preview of a more wholesome moment from chapter one:
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âYou must be the Nightlight.â
Twisting where he sat, Nightlight expected another member of the staff, come to ogle at him with the others. He straightened up when he found a finely-dressed lady standing at the door instead, her dark eyes reflecting the soft smile on her lips.
He nodded, rising to his feet. There was an instinctual voice in his head telling him to bow to the woman, but he hesitated. Certainly her dress was that of a noble, its dark blue velvet embroidered with gold at the cuffs and collar. But unlike the nobles heâd seen in the Capital City, she seemed otherwise unadorned, auburn hair falling in loose waves down her back.
âWas the journey here bearable?â the woman asked. She pressed a hand to her chest, a simple golden ring glinting on her finger. âI do apologize, weâre so far out of the wayâŠâ
Nightlight shook his head, resting the base of his staff on the ground to lean against it. The womanâs eyes followed the movement, but her expression remained pleasant.
âI hope youâll forgive me for the delay, as well. It seems there was someâŠmiscommunication about when we should expect your arrival.â
Of course. But why wouldnât the Lunanoffs do everything in their power to be rid of him as soon as possible? He was nothing more than a reminder of their pain. A dead weight to be shipped off to anyone willing to bear him as a burden.
âWell, bygones, I say!â
His eyes lifted from where theyâd fallen to his feet. The lady was still smiling, her cheeks rosy with warmth. She actually seemedâŠpleased that he was here.
âMy name is Althea,â she said brightly. âIf any of the staff insists I be called âLady Pitchiner,â theyâre fooling with you. Weâre all family here in this quiet little corner of the universe.
âAnd youâŠis it just Nightlight? Do you have any other name you like to go by?â
Nightlight shook his head emphatically, fingers wrapping tighter around his staff. A Nightlight was a Nightlight and nothing more. Heâd already lost his shine. He wouldnât lose his name, too.
âVery well,â Althea conceded. A touch of concern dimmed her features, but she seemed adept at smoothing it down. âNightlight, then. Have you been given a tour of the house yet?â
#fun fact: althea is the name of the friend that introduced me to my favorite blackice fic (SAL)#we lost touch ages ago but I still think of her fondly so#consider this an homage to an old friend#rotg#my writing#rise of the guardians#nightlight#kozmotis pitchiner
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And God, please let the deer on the highway get some kind of heaven. Something with tall soft grass and sweet reunion. Let the moths in porch lights go some place with a thousand suns, that taste like sugar and get swallowed whole. May the mice in oil and glue have forever dry, warm fur and full bellies. If I am killed for simply living, let death be kinder than man.
Althea Davis, âKinder Than Manâ
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TUTORING m afton
being forced to tutor the school's biggest bully, michael afton, was a pain in your ass. if anything, it was a waste of your time. michael would have to repeat the twelth grade if he didn't pass his final exam and you were his last hope.
warnings â degradation, praise, reader is implied to have a big bum, breeding, panty stealing, facefucking + blowjobs, talking you through it, masturbation, fingering, breathplay, hair pulling, spanking, teasing, crying, virginity loss, speedbump pos, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, orgasm control if you squint, scumbag michael
wc â 3,439
© MILL3RD 2023 â all rights reserved. mature content. please do not steal my works.
michael wasn't exactly nice to be around, he was dirty and had the mannerisms of a pig. for one, he walked his shoes through your house as if it were his own and kept them on as he got comfortable in your bed.
you'd spend atleast ten minutes picking up your fallen cushions and plushies that michael had kicked off in his process of achieving luxury before you could start the tutoring session.
he was so frustrating. you would be fine with him failing because he didn't try. michael picked on you inside your own home: he pulled your hair when he felt like it, he pinched and prodded at you when he was bored, he raided your fridge around your mother. the summer heat did not mix well with michael's antics.
for an eighteen year old, he acted like he was nine.
you were so close to going into a heart attack from the stress michael was currently giving you. you sat on your knees infront of michael while he was laying back on your headboard. as you were explaining, michael was making a catapult out of his pen and an elastic band. he misplaced it and the band flung onto the pencil pot beside you, making it fall onto your floorboards. you cringed at the contact and sighed.
giving michael a glare, you got off your bed and dropped down onto your knees to pick up the fallen pencils. unfortunately, some went a bit further which made you reach forward onto all fours.
to michael's perverted pleasure, you wore an old, tight pair of striped sports shorts so when you bent over in front of him, he got to witness your ass basically fall out of the straining fabric.
he chuckled, readjusting his position, "d'you wear those for me?"
you sat on your heels and turned around, "what?"
infront of you was a clearly turned on boy. his cheeks were slightly red, which you would assume it was the heat if you didn't know any better, his eyes were hooded, and his arm had tried to subtly cover his hard on.
your eyes widened before you quickly finished picking up the stationary, "no.." you felt so embarrassed. this time, you put the pot on your nightstand and got back onto the bed, crossing your legs.
"can we just wrap up this session for today?" you huffed, eyes watering due to the mortification, exhaustion, and frustration. michael pouted mockingly, "aw but we still have half an hour left.."
"then that can go into next session's timeâyou seem stressed," michael interrupted you as he moved towards you. he knelt infront of you and leaned in. his lips were hovering just above yours, "you wanna know what helps with stress?"
michael's hands went to your thighs, slipping his hands underneath them. you let out a breath, too flustered to say anything. his lips dodged your own and drifted across your cheek until he got to your ear, "sex."
using the leverage he had over you, michael dragged your bottom half towards him and made your top half fall backwards onto your bed. you squealed as your clothes lift up with the drag of your duvet and michael climbed on top of you.
"wanna try it out?" michael's voice was just above a whisper, his face just centimetres away from yours. your lips quivered, you'd never been so nervous in your life but you couldn't deny the heat pooling between your thighs. unconsciously, your thighs rubbed together which michael caught onto, "see, you need it baby.."
he leaned down and nipped at the column of your throat, making you inhale shakily and squeeze your eyes shut. it took maybe two more hickeys to get sucked onto you for your eyes to snap open and for you to push michael away. his expression was neutral while yours expressed worry.
"i can't- you.." you uncontrollably stutter, your eyes watering again, "michael, you're horrible to me! you can't expect me to just have sex with you because you're too immature to control your boner.."
he laughed at the use of boner, but its not what it looked like to you, "this isn't funny!" michael calmed down and apologised. it surprised you when the word sorry came out as he wiped his eye.
"c'mon, it'll be a one time thing," he said it so casually it concerned you, just how many girls had he done this with? he leaned in again and you began to panic, "michael, my door is open, my mom will hear! i'm also a virgin.." you mumbled the last part, looking away in embarrassment.
"the door is barely open and i'll be gentle," michael reassured you, making you relax into the matress. maybe if you weren't so turned on at the moment, you would've said no but instead you muttered a shy okay which made michael grin at you and continue his blemishing on your neck.
he sucked on a particular spot on your throat that made a moan come out of you. silently, michael acknowledged this and continued to suckle on it. your hands went to his hair, tugging at his locks and twisting them between your fingers. you let out continuous whines as you tilted your head to the side to try and muffle your noises with you duvet.
michael took notice of this and grabbed your jaw, guiding it back up, "wanna hear you.." your worries of your mom hearing were momentarily forgotten due to michael's words. he continued sucking until there was a dark purple mark the size of a bottle cap. he chuckled, knowing how hard it would be to cover that up.
then, michael leaned back and got comfortable in your pillows once again. he gestured for you to come closer, telling you to kneel infront of him. you did just that and watched wordlessly as michael's hands pushed you up by the underside of your ass. he lifted you so you were relying on your shins to stay up. there was eye contact between you two as michael took your shirt off before your shorts to reveal an innocent pair of light pink underwear with a frilly bow on the front.
"cute.." he mumbled, now focusing on the material covering your private parts. michael hooked his finger on the band before letting it snap back on your skin. you gasped as michael's thumb went back under and soothed the sting.
"you ever given a blowjob before?" you shook your head, "never done anything like this apart from touch myself.." you admitted bashfully and michael awed before taking off his shirt, "i'll teach you how."
"move backwards," he ordered and watched you shuffle away from him. michael nodded and smiled, "good, now lean down and arch your back."
your chest made contact with your hands and your head made contact with michael's left thigh. looking up at him, you saw his eyes focused on your perched ass. the fatness of it spilled over the hem of your underwear and he could see the back of it in the mirror that wasâthankfullyâbehind you.
"what's next..?" you looked up at michael, expectantly and he cleared his throat, "i'll take it out for you.." all you could do was watch with wonder as michael pulled his cock out from the confinements of his shorts and briefs.
"okay, now just grab the base," michael's cock wasn't massive or anything, but he was definitely above average. he was maybe six inches and had girth about the size of your wrist. doing as instructed, you wrapped your fingers around the base and waited for the next task.
"suck on the tip," the way he demanded was so vulgar but it did turn you on. you swallowed before hesitantly wrapping your lips around the tip. it had small beads of precum coming out which you tasted instantly: it was salty and bitter but atleast it didn't taste like he didn't care for himself so that was a plus.
just the tip itself felt heavy on your tongue as you suckled. michael sucked in a breath and shivered, "okay, now take a bit more in and stroke what you can't get."
talk about easier said than done. maybe it wasn't that hard, but you'd never done this before. you pulled off him and offered a sheepish smile, "can you repeat that?"
"should i show you instead?" michael asked and you nodded, "please." he guided his hand to the back of your head, "slap my thigh if it's too much, kay?"
michael guided you back onto his cock and began to push your head down. you felt a few veins slide against your tongue and cheeks which oddly aroused you. when the tip entered your throat, you gagged and slapped michael's thigh.
"go about that far and then stroke what you can't."
you did just that, stroking the base until about half way whereas your mouth got maybe a third way down. michael groaned and huffed as you went and when you added your spare hand into the mix, he was just about done.
"touch yourself f'me.." michael asked, exhaling with a shudder, "loosen yourself up."
you took your right hand away, sliding it down until you reached your clit. you began to rub, your fingers slipping around easily due to your arousal. you moaned around michael's dick, glad they were muffled so nobody but you and michael could hear. your arm went further, allowing your fingers to penetrate yourself. your eyes squeezed shut as you pumped yourself, your secretions already slipping down your fingers and allowing you to go faster and further with ease.
michael grabbed your head, pushing you further onto his dick. tears escaped your eyes as you gagged. his hand kept you at the base of his dick, your nose brushing against his pubes. then, he yanked your mouth off of him. you sputtered and coughed while your fingers still remained inside you.
"the nice guy act's done, y/n," michael smirked at you before sliding his dick back in your mouth. you gagged repeatedly as you were pushed on and pulled off his dick. the noise was so loud, you were sure if your mom was at the bottom of the stairs that she would be able to hear the activity going on in the room.
you went back to rubbing your clit, finding it easier to achieve an orgasm that way. slick sounds came from the contact between your fingers and clit, joining the gagging and moaning in the room. you applied more pressure and rubbed a few more times before slipping your fingers into your cunt again and using your palm to stimulate your clit. you pumped and rubbed, shuffling uncontrollably to try get to the high you craved. then, with three hard thrusts from your fingers in sync with slaps from your palm, you came. you squealed around michael's dick, squeezing your thighs together and riding out your orgasm. you kept your fingers in to keep you open.
michael watched as your ass jiggled and sighed.
"fuck, y/n," michael tossed his head back and moaned. you kept bobbing your head and rolling your wrist. suddenly, michael tugged you off of him by your hair. you whined, spit and precum dripping in strings from your lips.
while panting, michael ordered you to move over. he shuffled to the side and let you take his spot. on your stomach.. he praised you as you crossed your arms to rest your head on as he got behind you, not caring that the remnants of your orgasm still remained on your fingers. michael's shadow cast over you when he reached over you to grab a pillow.
"lift your hips," you did just that, allowing him to slide it under your pelvis. michael's hand massaged your plush ass, his hand sinking into it. he straddled your thighs and lined himself up with your cunt.
"this is gonna hurt for a few minutes, kay?" michael warned before sliding the tip in. it probably would've hurt more if you didn't finger yourself just a second ago. it stung. a lot. but it was bareable. you whined, trying to keep your muscles loose to make it easier for both of you, "shit.."
you dug your forehead into your arms, wincing in discomfort as michael slowly inched himself deeper into you. both your breathing picked up as he pushed himself in until he was fully sheathed inside. you shuddered, feeling abnormally full and a heavyness in your stomach. you both remained in your positions until you were comfortable. michael massaged your hips, ass, and thighs until you gave him the okay to move.
"you can move now.." you sighed, getting used to the feeling of michael's cock inside you. carefully, he slid out of you until halfway before sliding back in. michael then slid all the way out. you gasped, missing the fullness. you heard him chuckle, "i know, i know.." he ignored the blood slowly beginning to seep out. it might've been his first time popping someone's cherry, but he wasn't stupid. it filled him with pride, if anything.
michael went at a medium pace, watching your ass jiggle at the slightest contact with his pelvis. you moaned, tightening your hold on your elbows. the sensation had turned from uncomfortable to pleasurable. it was like that until you were one hundred percent comfortable, which michael had you verbally confirm.
"pussy's so fuckin' tight," he groaned, spreading your ass and spitting onto your cunt. michael watched his spit gradually get pushed inside you as he thrusted. it made the squelching sound much more noticeable.
"fuck..! " you mewled at how good it made you feel that michael was speeding up, but your mom could be listening to all of this!
"michael, slow down, my mom.. ah! " your head was shoved into the mattress, your nose pushed upwards against it, "shut up and take it.."
his hand remained on the back of your head, allowing you to suffocate as he fucked you, "since you wanna be quiet so fucking bad, you're gonna be quiet..." michael's pace increased, pounding into you as you let out broken moan after another.
michael rutted into you, selfishly seeking his own pleasure. he groaned, raising his hand and bringing it down on your ass. hard. hard enough to leave a red knuckle mark in its wake. a gutteral moan escaped you, sinking into the mattress and hiding away your sweet sounds.
"you like that? such a dirty thing.." michael purred and slapped your other cheek with his palm, leaving a stinging sensation. your ass shook with every moment and it had michael mesmerised.
"i wonder what your mom would think of you walking around in those shorts? y'know, with my handprint clear as day because that thing covers nothing.." he was sassing you and it made a chuckle leave your lips which turned into a single pant. you were struggling to keep your eyes open with your air being limited by michael's hand and the mattress.
"m'gonna cum," you cried out into the bed, involuntarily pushing your ass back into michael's pelvis and searching for ecstasy. the air limitation was oddly arousing to you.
"no you're not," michael soothed, stroking your spine, "you can hold it."
"c-can't!" you shivered, reaching forward to grab at anything and finding purchase in a raggedy ann doll. you heard michael awe behind you, "how cute.." he then leaned over your back and trailed kisses down it, only to start back at your shoulder once he hit the small of it and trail bites and hickeys down you.
your pussy clamped down on michael's cock as your body jutted and convulsed. he didn't stop you, only warning you, "if you wanna cum, you can do it all you like.."
you let out a strangled, choked moan as black spots dotted your vision and your orgasm washed over you. michael thrusted harder into you while you fought the urge to pass out. it was all too much: the overstimulation of michael jackhammered into you with fluent, well-trained hips and the last bits of air in your lungs barely surviving with your restless pants.
white cream coated michael's cock, creating a ring at the base of it. your walls were pulsating erratically, greedy for his seed. your brain wanted to stop, but your cunt was loving every second.
michael stared at your braindead form with an animalistic grin in his eyes, "i'm gonna cum, sweet thing. want you to cum again."
all you could do was moan and shake your head, trying to tell him that you couldn't do it again. plunging into you a few more times, michael took his hand off of your head and used both of them to spread your ass again as he came inside you. you let out a weak whine as you felt just as full as before with michael's thick load inside of you. he grunted as he finished riding his high, but he didn't stop.
"gonna fill you up again," he sighed almost dreamily as he listened to your mixed secretions sloshing inside of your womb and leaking down the side of his cock and into your bed.
suddenly, your head was yanked back by your hair. michael had wrapped your hair around his wrist like a leash and pulled. broken breaths came out of you with every harsh rock of michael's hips. your moans were uncontrollably, whimpers and whines escaping you non stop.
your bedroom door no longer concerned you. the skin slapping put you in a trance. your hand planted itself unsurely on your doll for balance.
"michaelâawh!" you wanted to cry. his dick was too fucking good. michael cooed in your ear, "s'okay baby, just one more and i'll be out of your hair.." loud moans escaped your open mouth, the dryness being replaced by drool that was now beginning to trickle from the corner of your lips and fown your chin.
"fuck, its so good.." you winced in pleasure, "gonna cum againn!" you squeaked, squeezing your thighs together and getting friction on your clit. "awh! awh! awh! "
"me too.." michael admitted, "let's cum together, yeah?" you nodded, letting out a mhm! you didn't think michael's hips could go any faster, but you were sure there would be bruises all over your ass later into the day. his hand slapped your right ass cheek repeatedly in the same spot, making you yelp and jolt as your orgasm came around again. you gasped and panted, your raspy voice struggling with the intensity of the sex. michael joined you not too much later, filling you once again.
"just a few more f'me, please? i love watching you cum.."
michael made you cum a total of six times and definitely overstayed his welcome by a whole hour. but even now, he was trying to bring you to a seventh by guiding both your fingers inside you to fuck his cum back into your spent cunt.
you were on your back, panting uncontrollably and teetering on the edge of a blackout. both of your fingers were covered in your combined semen. it squelched inside your pussy as michael pushed his and your fingers inside of you. he knelt behind you, your fingers under his.
"can't do it againnn.." you whined, tears spilling down your cheeks and your thighs quivering. your hips would be hovering up and down if it wasn't for michael's free hand pinning you down. the mirror gave both of you a perfect view of the two of your digits deep inside your cunt.
"yes you can, i've seen you," michael bit down on your shoulder which made your head tilt back. you were so close already. just one more pump of your joined fingers and..
you passed out, going limp in michael's arms. your breathing was quick, only the white of your eyes visible as the iris and pupil made a home in the back of your head.
"poor baby.." michael tutted with a hint of a smile. he took your fingers out and got off the bed. he redressed himself, staring at your sleepy form and dragged your duvet over you.
he picked up your discarded underwear, pocketing the pair and leaving you to deal with his cum when you woke up.
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Just three freaky flatmates sharing their views on men. Two of them are having flashbacks too!
#they've been feeding each other's kinks since day 1#logan shares his deepest desires a lot more easily when he thinks wade can't hear#wade shares his when he knows that logan can hear#deadpool and wolverine#wade wilson#james logan howlett#blind al althea#poolverine#deadclaws#peanutbub#old man yaoi#imagine your otp#otp prompts#writing promt#marvel memes#mcu avengers edits#ryan reynolds#hugh jackman#deadpool x wolverine#mischievous thunder
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reading mad ship has taught me that if there's one thing robin hobb is gonna do it's spit bars. "enlightenment is just the truth at the right time". "why must love cost anything? why does need have to be mixed up with love? why can't people be like butterflies, coming together in bright sunshine and parting while the day is still bright?" "everyone thinks that courage is about facing death without flinching. but almost anyone can do that. almost anyone can hold their breath and not scream for as long as it takes to die." hold on for one second i gotta
#rote#liveship traders#like these GAGGED me. oh my god. althea and amber's conversation about love. ohhhh my god.#also im ending the night on the brashen & amber convo that last quote is from. brb going 2 the suicide store if anyone needs anything đ€Ș#LIKE AUGH I KNOW IT'S GOOD WRITING THAT MAKES ME FEEL ANGUISH FOR HOW FIRMLY THESE CHARACTERS BELIEVE THEY HAVE LOST A CHANCE AT LOVE. BUT#IT HURTS. IT HURTSSSSSSSSSSSS.
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One thing I think is interesting/useful to note about the Rose Red book is that it is a book that was published in the OUATIS galaxy a little under ten years after the war, and that it has an in-story authorâ and, crucially, that author is not necessarily an entirely reliable narrator.
More rambling about this under the cut
The author, Althea, is a normcivilian with an unusual amount of sympathy for the now-decommissioned Rose Reds. This is not a popular position, and between:
A) her rhetorical goal of changing the minds of people actively against the Rose Reds being allowed to survive
B) the constraints of mainstream publishers, who are under social/political pressure to not threaten the new government, requiring her to be both neutral and not too challenging,
C) her own corresponding bias in believing that neutrality is both possible and desirable,
and D) her limited viewpoint as a normcivilian (not a Rose Red) from a privileged background,
There are quite a lot of places where events, people, and viewpoints are presented in ways that are somewhat misleading. Althea has a degree in journalism, but she does not live in an entirely free society, and both external forces and her own biases do color the narrative she presents throughout the book.
In short, sheâs the equivalent of a left-leaning ally to a marginalized group whoâs a bit more centrist than one might hope and is presenting herself as even more centrist in order to be published at all through mainstream channels and taken seriously by people who are biased against her cause.
#my fic#one thousand and three#rose red book#I figure sheâs willing to bargain the constraints of traditional publishing for the reach they offer#in service of her greater goal of humanizing the rose reds to other norms#this is a compromise she can make. I think many rose reds would feel differently#including several she interviews#it would also fundamentally be a different book if it were written for rose reds#Altheaâs biggest flaw in approaching this is attempting to be palatable to an audience who is hostile to the people she writes about#and this creates some. problematic dynamics in how she handles some of the issues sheâs discussing as an outsider#I have. a lot of thoughts about the politics of the book#and also how they intersect with broader galactic politics#(especially when it comes to freedom of ideas and censorship)#anyway thanks to anyone whoâs read all this meta rambling about rhetoric and narrative in this project#hope you enjoy the book itself lmao
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wrote some original fiction look at that!!! have been thinking very loosely about writing the bakery ladies in a modern setting, and a love interest for marigold keeps insisting i give her some attention, so i gave her some today. :)
amazing news for all: this DOES read completely fine without any context! it's a standalone. soooo if u wanna meet my girls but have found the new fandom confusing: meet them now!
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Marigold hadnât actually been expecting to find anyone else under the table. Sheâd sort of been hoping for the opposite: a people-free location, somewhere that no one was looking at, where she wouldnât be surrounded by a thousand incredibly thin people wearing as little as possible because they didnât have any reason to feel like an overstuffed sausage when they wore a glorified bra to a social engagement. And she wasnât one of those thin-girls-who-thought-they-were-fat-but-were-really-just-charmingly-curvy, eitherâshe had cellulite, she couldnât ever find anything in a Target, and stretch marks covered her hips and breasts and upper arms in such a way that low-rise jeans and corset tops wouldnât have looked half as charming on her, at least in her estimation.Â
Not that the size of the people here was what had Marigold under the tableâno, that was just what sheâd been thinking bitterly about for the first fifteen minutes of the party, as soon as effortlessly beautiful Evie had shown up with equally effortlessly beautiful Amara, both of them looking practically emaciated, both of them wearing the sorts of things that Marigold had sort of thought people only wore for Instagram photos. And absolutely everyone at the party was beautiful, too, of course, with Marigold easily the biggest girl there, never mind that she didnât know anyone there, because she still didnât know a single meaningful thing about Evie.Â
Evie had swanned off immediately once it was clear that Marigold was âsettled in,â or at least âsettled inâ by her definition, which mostly seemed to mean âphysically present.â Marigold suspected that she was off with Amara, or with one of the many boys bearing down on her like they could smell blood in the water. That was the sort of thing that was supposed to concern a sister, wasnât it? Would have, if it was Marigold getting flirted with at a strange party and Roslin and Lenora lingering reprovingly in the cornerâbut Roslin and Lenora would never have left her alone at one of these, and Evie had, which was maybe the difference between adoptive and biological sisters. Wonderful to find that out now.
So Marigold had stayed standing there, awkwardly, and made excruciating conversation with people she hadnât wanted to talk to, because sheâd come here to talk to Evie, to spend time with Evie, to learn more about a sister who sheâd lost and somehow found again, only to find that the feeling wasnât mutual and Evie really just wanted to go be social with another party-goer in the hostâs bathroom. And she wouldnât have ducked under the table if not for the fact that one of the party-goers had asked, âWait, youâre Evieâs sister? That chick sheâs always talking about who got, like, murdered or some shit?â at which point Marigold had found herself so blazingly angry at Evie that sheâd known she couldnât talk to anyone at the party anymore.
Hence: table! Not the worldâs most normal hiding place, but most of the party-goers were drunk enough that no one was looking very hard for Marigold. Sheâd seen a flutter of movement under the tablecloth, remembered that one of the hosts had mentioned a cat, decided that mortification was better than fielding even one more question about a story no stranger had any right to (and no sister had any right to tell). So she had ducked under the table, and she had found her eyes locked with eyes so green they seemed to glow in the dark.
Marigold said the only thing she could think of. âIs this seat taken?â
The eyes blinked. The face they belonged to was pale and sallow, possibly East Asianâthough of course, Marigold, being something of a mix of things herself, had never been very good at ascertaining where anyone else hailed from, which made guessing probably not a good idea. The girl had long, dark hair, blacker than even the dim light around them, and she was wearing thick-framed black glasses that only added to the large luminescence of her eyes. She didnât say anything, just tucked her feet in so that Marigold could shift all the way under the table.
Marigold never did well with silences, and she wasnât really sure how to fill this one. What did the standard social contract have to say about dinner table conversation when one or both party members found themselves under it? âDo you, um.â She smiled awkwardly. âCome here often?â
The small smile that danced across the girlâs face immediately settled Marigoldâs nerves. Anyone who smiled at an awful joke like that would probably be a very permissive conversationalist, which Marigold always needed in a conversation partner; her mouth ran on and she wasnât very good at stopping it when it started.Â
âIâm Marigold,â Marigold offered.
The girl raised a hand and waved. She was wearing quite a lot of rings and none of them matched. More than a few were the cheap plastic sort one might get as an arcade prize. She said something, barely a whisper, but the music was loud enough that even a whisper would have been impossible to hear.
âSorry?â
The girl bit her lip. She leaned forward. At normal volume, she said, âBeetle.â
â...Beetle?â repeated a bemused Marigold.
The girl jerked her thumb towards her chest.
âOh, youâre Beetle?â
The girl smiled again. She was wearing lipstick, Marigold noted, blood-red, but with a blackish undertone that made her look positively gothic. There were really quite a lot of things to look at when it came to this girl; it felt like Marigold could spend more than just a few centuries looking at her, and still have places she wanted to keep looking. Mostly the eyes. Her lashes were sharp and thin, like spider legs.
âIâm Marigold,â said Marigold, winced, and said, âI think I said that already.â
Beetle moved forward a bit more. Stared at Marigold, unblinking. Marigold felt pleasantly unmoored and incredibly aware of how pretty this girl was. Was this the sort of party where people kissed each other? Marigold was a bit too sober for drunken kissing, but maybe Beetle was drunk and wanted to kiss her. She didnât smell like alcohol. She smelledâŠsort of like hand sanitizer. A lot of hand sanitizer.Â
Beetle moved back again, still staring, still smiling. Clearly this interaction appeared to be going successfully, at least from her perspective, which was a baffling relief. Marigold was fairly certain all sheâd done was say her own name and usurp Beetleâs solitary hiding place.
There was a crash from the living room, followed by raised voices. Marigold flinched involuntarily.
Beetleâs hand rested on her shoulder, feather-light, as if waiting for permission to close her fingers and hold Marigold all the way. It was a surprise, but not an unwelcome one; Marigold liked very much when people touched her, though she wasnât always sure how much touching was allowed between people who barely knew each other. She shrugged her shoulder up a bit so that it connected more firmly with Beetleâs hand, which made Beetle smile again, reassuringly, and tighten her grip just enough to make it less of a hovering question.
âItâs a bit loud,â Marigold confessed.
Beetle nodded emphatically.Â
âDo you think anyone will notice if we, I donât know,â Marigold glanced furtively at the moving feet around them, âleave the table and go somewhere else?â
Beetle said, âOh, I donât care. I donât know these people.â
Her voice, while warm, was somehow a lot lower than Marigold had expectedâa warm alto voice. This, too, Marigold liked immensely. She let Beetle steer her out from under the table, made brave by Beetleâs hand on her upper arm. A few people by the table stepped back, alarmed and bemused, and Beetle fixed them with a hard look that held nothing of the still, sweet curiosity sheâd shown Marigold under the table, which made Marigold like her even more.
Evie was kissing Amara on the sofa. Marigold turned her eyes away, towards Beetle, as they stepped quietly outside.
The street was silent save for the muffled sounds from the party indoors. It was chilly, but pleasantly so; Marigold hadnât brought a jacket, and didnât half regret it. She liked the cold.Â
Beetle said, âI donât think Iâve seen you at one of these before.â
âSo you donât know these people, but youâve been here enough times to know Iâm new to this?â
âI live upstairs,â said Beetle. âThey mostly just invite me to be nice. I came today because itâs November and I have a shit-ton of discount Halloween candy that I didnât know what to do with, so I was just like, hey, why not give it to a bunch of drunk people and keep it from cluttering up my room forever?â
âWhere did you get the discount Halloween candy?â
Beetle smiled. âAt the grocery store.â
âToo much to just eat yourself?â
âI have little siblings,â said Beetle. âI was putting together a care package to send to them in California, but I guess I sort of overestimated how much Halloween candy was gonna be in those bags. You know how usually they fill potato chip bags only halfway? Kinda thought the Halloween candy bags would be like that. Or maybe I wasnât really paying attention. I donât know.â
Marigold asked, shyly, âDo you still have candy left over, or would we have to go back into the party to get it?â
âI got like seven bags,â said Beetle. âI think I brought four down. I left three upstairs because I felt like I might need them for something.â She shrugged, then smiled. âI guess itâs this?â
âYouâre awfully nice, you know,â said Marigold.
âNot a lot of people tell me that,â said Beetle.
âWell, you are! I wouldnât give my candy away to a stranger, if I had anyââ
âOh, please. Youâre not a stranger. Weâre under-the-table buddies. Thatâs basically like the antisocial shut-in version of brothers-in-arms.â
Marigold was opening her mouth to say something else when a car across the street honked its horn, once, twice, three times, with particular urgency. She recognized the sound immediately. Turning slowly, she exhaled through her teeth with exasperated frustration. âOh, hold on,â she said, and crossed the street.
âNo no no donât come over here!â shrieked Roslin from the front seat. âWeâre not here! WeâreâMom, why would you do that?!â
Thea said, âBunny, did Evie leave you at that party by yourself? I keep sayingââ
âDid you follow me here?!â Marigold demanded.Â
âWe came along to try to stop her,â said Lenora, who was sitting in the backseat with Sofie in her lap. She added, somewhat redundantly, âDidnât work.â
Sofie babbled. Marigold said, âYou brought Sofie?! Itâs well past her bedtime! And you know Iâve been trying to get her on that regular sleep scheduleââ
âCouldnât find a babysitter,â said Thea.
âOne of you could have stayed home! I told you,â Marigold continued indignantly, âI said it was fine, and it is, and I donât need some sort of police escort if I want to go and spend some time with my sisterââ
âI donât like the look of some of the people that girl trusts,â said Thea ominously.
âYou donât like the look of anyone, Mommy,â said Marigold, even though she did actually agree. âButt out.â
âWill you need a ride home?â said Thea. âDonât see Evie round.â
Marigold had, in fact, come to the party with Evie, and her phone was still the old flip phone that Thea had gotten all of them because Thea didnât believe in smartphones, so calling an Uber wasnât really an option for her in the same way that it would have been were her mother, oh, remotely fucking normal about anything. But the thing about Thea was that because Marigold couldnât call an Uber, Thea would also do things like this, which, annoyingly, pretty much balanced things out.
She said, âYou came to give me a ride home?â
âCase you needed one,â said Thea. âParties run late for girls your age. And you donât go to these things often.â
Marigold said awkwardly, âWell, Iâmâsort of going to go get Halloween candy from this girlâs apartment?â
Lenora sat up straighter, staring incredulously. Roslin said, âBunny, how are you even a real person. Oh my god. Sheâs literally going to kidnap you.â
âI am twenty years old,â said Marigold.
âTheyâre going toââ Roslin was starting to laugh. âTheyâre going to have to put your face on the fucking milk cartons. Youâre going to be the first ever college student to get kidnapped the same way they get kindergarteners. You would literally get into an unmarked van for candy. This is why weâve gotta drive out with the baby at butt oâclock in the morning and make sure youâre not getting yourself roofied or something!â
Thea stiffened. Marigold said, âRosie, do not say roofied in front of Mom?â
âYouâre the one saying Iâm going to get Halloween candy from this girlâs apartment in front of Mom!â
Marigold glanced over her shoulder. Beetle was standing across the street. The March family was pretty historically good at being really loud for no reason, which meant that there was a less-than-zero chance sheâd heard all of that, even with the distance. âLook, justâwait in the car, Iâll call you,â she said.
âNot even slightly,â said Thea. âYouâll get the candy and youâll come home.â
âI am twenty years old! Momââ
âYouâve got class in the morning and youâre not taking the train before itâs light out, which youâll have to do to get to campus on time. Weâll wait out here to drive you home.â
âGod,â said Marigold, âfine,â even though she wasnât really all that mad and they all knew it. Having a family who drove across town just to make sure you got home safe wasnât always a guarantee. She leaned in through the open window and pressed a firm kiss to Theaâs cheek. âI love you, mommy.â
âMy bunny,â said Thea. Her hand passed gently over Marigoldâs hair. âEvie been good to you?â
Marigold didnât really want to answer that question. She squeezed Theaâs hand and hoped that this would count as a response.Â
Lenora said, âIf she turns out to be a total bitch, weâll stab her.â
âDo not talk about stabbing in front of the baby,â said Marigold immediately. She turned back towards the lit-up house and the too-loud music, picking up the pace.Â
Beetle was still standing there, waiting. She said, âCute family!â in a tone of voice that was decisively amused without being mocking, which Marigold liked.Â
âThey brought the baby out at whatever the fuck time it is,â said Marigold tiredly, âjust to make sure I was fine, which I am. Youâre not going to, like, take me up to your apartment and murder me with your Halloween candy, right?â
âIâm thinking of calling it Death By Chocolate,â said Beetle, straight-faced. Marigold snorted. âBummer youâve gotta go, though. Kinda felt like we should get to know each other.â
âReally?â said Marigold. Her heart flipped over.
Beetle smiled, that eerie, lovely smile, and said, âYou ever just feel like maybe youâre supposed to know someone?â
Yes. No. Sort of. Marigold had felt that way about Thea, Roslin, Lenora, very much Sofie, but it hadnât felt like this. âYou could be wrong,â she said, carefully.
âOkay, yeah, I could be,â Beetle gamely agreed, turning on her heel to head back towards the house. Marigold followed. âTell me about yourself.â
They walked through the front garden, everything halfway wet the way it always was on that kind of a cold November night. Beetle didnât take the front door in, instead weaving carefully towards the side of the house and a rickety set of stairs leading up to an upstairs apartment. Plants, Marigold noticed: she had a whole bunch of plants in pots on the landing outside the apartment, which felt a lot like their home and all the plants Ros was always fussing over. Maybe that was one of those supposed-to-know-her feelings right there.Â
âWell, Iâm Marigold,â she said. âMarigold Baker. I mean, technically Marigold Riverborn, but thatâs way too long a story to tell this early in the relationship, probably, so letâs just say Marigold Baker for now. Iâm in culinary schoolââ
âMarigold Baker in culinary school?â said Beetleâagain, laughing, but without any malice to it. âIâm kind of obsessed with you already. Keep going.â
Marigold grinned at her shoes, darting her eyes back up as they climbed the stairs. Beetleâs miniskirt rode up a little and showed off a rip in her fishnets, higher up her thigh. âIâm in culinary school,â she continued, âbecause I want to be a pastry chef, like, licensed and everything. My mom Thea runs a body shop and I think it would be super great if I could figure out a way to make it a body shop that also serves cupcakes. We kind of have to look into all the different business things weâd have to do for that? And Theaâs moneyâs still tied up in the divorce, which isâso not something Iâm supposed to be talking about. Do not tell her I said anything.â
âSure,â said Beetle, mouth twitching. âI kind of havenât met your mom, so I feel like that might not be too hard?â
âWell, if weâre supposed to know each other and youâre obsessed with me, it stands to reason that you will meet my family,â Marigold pointed out, âthem being my beating heart and all.â
âOh,â said Beetle, âyouâre one of those family-is-everything girls! Kinda dig it.â
What a complicated sentence. âIâmâŠadopted,â said Marigold carefully; it was not the whole story, but it was as much as she gave out. âAs are my sisters. So, yes, they all mean a lot to me. We sort of chose each other.â
Beetle tilted her head thoughtfully. âNeato,â she finally said.
âWhat about you?â Marigold asked. âIs family everything?â
Beetleâs easy smile flickered. She said, âIâve got a brother and a sister and I send them a shit-ton of candy whenever I can, like I said.â
Marigold knew the cadence of a half-truth. She didnât pressâjust watched Beetle unlock the door.
The apartment was wallpapered, and poorly, in an intricate black-and-emerald pattern that made the space feel even darker than it probably was. Beetle turned on the lights to reveal that the walls were covered in photo frames. âBugs,â she said cheerfully.
Marigold scanned the walls, a fascinated smile stealing across her face. Every framed photo was of a different insectâsome of them drawings, some photographs, some scientific diagrams, all with a small identifying label attached to the frame. âBeetle!â she said, delighted.
âYeah, itâs actually Beatrice, but Beetle feels like a better opening statement,â Beetle supplied. âMakes people go oh, okay, all the bugs make total sense, rather than whoa, that chickâs got so many bugs in her house! Is Marigold your name, or is it just âcause, you know, the hair?â
Marigold twined a red curl cheerfully around her finger. âMarigold is really my name!â she assured Beetle.
âDoes anyone ever call you anything else?â
âMari, usually.â
âHow do you feel about Goldie?â Marigoldâs nose crinkled. Beetle threw up her hands and said, âMari it is. Or, I donât know, what about Riri?â
Marigold felt a slimy shudder run through her. Face perfectly composed, she said, âMy sisterâs boyfriend calls her Riri. So.â
âOh, which sister?â said Beetle with interest.
â...The one who invited me to this party,â said Marigold.
Beetle waited. When Marigold did not supply any further information, she said, with a note of friendly and deliberate finality, âSounds complicated,â and moved further into the apartment. âDo you have, I donât know, an Instagram or something? I kinda want to send you this artist I follow. I feel like you might really like her work.â
â...No,â said Marigold awkwardly. âMy momâs sort of got a whole Luddite thing going on. Like, right down to all the machinery-smashing.â
Beetle said, âYou know the Luddites were just trying to go for job security, right? Not the worst thing to have happening.â
Marigold grinned a bit. âMy mom is big on job security,â she agreed. âAnd also fucking up computers.â
âYou should get an Instagram.â
âI use my sisterâs. Iâll give you hers.â
âYour party sister?â
âNo,â Marigold giggled, mostly because she wasnât sure what else to do, âthe sister in the car. Um, one of them. Roslin.â
Beetle was rummaging in a cabinet. She pulled out a large orange bag, handing it to Marigold, and said, âTake it. No razor blades, swear to God.â
Marigold opened the bag and laughed out loud. There wasnât a trace of any name-brand candyârather, the bag was full of themed chocolate, milk and dark and white chocolate insects in a variety of shapes and sizes. âYouâve got a really consistent aesthetic!â she observed. âSo you just send a whole bunch of chocolate bugs to your siblings, usually?â
âNah, they get the name-brand stuff,â said Beetle. âThis candyâs what I bring out for the cute girls.â
Marigold blinked, nervously, and kept her smile on her face, not entirely certain what to say next. An affirmation, possibly? It wasnât as though she hadnât been considering it, only that as soon as it was on the table, it felt objectively terrifying. She wondered if her reticence would be read the wrong way and the candy would be put back in the cabinet. She hoped it wouldnât.
Beetleâs smile softened a little and she ducked her head. âBut if you want the name-brand candy,â she started.
âProbably it would be a bit easier to transport,â said Marigold awkwardly. âThis is a full bag of unwrapped chocolate, and I really donât want to take all of your good bugs home.â
âA good bug going with a good bug,â said Beetle, solemnly.
âI have no idea what that means.â
Beetle took the orange bag away and handed Marigold a fun-sized bag of Snickers bars. She said, âItâs seriously fucked up that I donât have a party mix bag on me; this thing is depressingly uniform. Oh, fuck, are you allergic to nuts?â
Marigold shook her head.
âGod. Good. Should have asked about food allergies before I just started handing you shit.â Beetle smiled again, self-deprecatingly. âSnickers okay? I might have some other stuff if you wanna see.â
Marigold didnât care one way or the other. She liked this beautiful, strange liminal space sheâd stepped into, where she was suddenly an almost-grown-up holding a bag of Halloween candy with a new friend who thought she was pretty. She wanted to stay in it a bit longer.
âWhat do you have?â she asked.
Beetle turned back towards the cabinet. âUh, Three Musketeers, Butterfingers, and this oneâs kinda polarizing, but a whole bunch of York peppermint pies.â
âWhatâs polarizing about peppermint?â
âI knew this guy who said it was like eating a bunch of toothpaste. Almost put me off it for a year or two before I forgot I totally love eating toothpaste.â Beetle shifted the bag down. âIs that a yes to the peppermint?â
âNorie loves peppermint,â said Marigold.
âOkay, but theyâre for you. Do you like peppermint?â
Marigold blushed, and smiled again. â...Yes to the peppermint.â
âAnd because Iâm kinda thinking maybe you end up giving all of them to Norie,â said Beetle, âbecause youâve got that kinda sparkly-sweet thing going on, Iâm going to give you the Three Musketeers too and say those are for your mom and your sisters, and the peppermintâs literally just for you.â She considered. âTwo are for Norie, who Iâm guessing isâŠyour other sister?â
âMy other sister!â Marigold brightly confirmed.
âSo which one brought you to the party?â
Marigold thought about Evie, almost certainly throwing herself at someone who wasnât her insufferably slimy boyfriend, and her jaw clenched.
Beetle didnât ask again. âThat enough candy for you?â
âAlmost too much!â said Marigold.
âNo such thing as too much candy,â said Beetle firmly. âAt least not if youâre starting from zero. Iâm starting from seven bags; Iâve gotta offload some of this shit.â She took a handful from the orange bag, pressing a collection of half-melted bugs into Marigoldâs hand. âTake at least a few. Yâknow, as, like, a token of my affection, or whatever.â
She was blushing a little, which showed up really easily on her pale face. Marigold felt a sense of profound satisfaction that her own golden-brown skin didnât redden half as visibly. âThanks for the beetles, Beetle,â she said, which made them both smile. âCan you actually hold onto them for a second, though? Iâm going to give youââ
âYour sisterâs Instagram?â
Smooth and sweet, Marigold said, âMy number.â
âOh, shit, okay!â said Beetle. Her blush deepened and she smiled in a way that was much more silly and excited. âSure! But I do want your sisterâs Insta too, because that thing in your pocket is super obviously a flip phone, and Iâm one of those long texters.â
âIâll just make an Instagram and text you,â said Marigold. âThe handle isââ
ââno, man, you gotta check to see if itâs available before youââ
âMarigold underscore Baker underscore Tasty underscore Pastry underscore Nature apostrophe S no space Masterpiece.â
Beetle bit her lip, clearly trying not to laugh, and said, âDude, that is not gonna work with the character limit. Just give me your sisterâs for now so we donât have to call each other like old people.â
Marigold pressed the melting chocolate into Beetleâs hands. It felt sort of like a kiss, somehowâwet and sticky and silly. Full of warm honesty. There was a magnetic whiteboard on the fridge, a schedule written out in neat handwriting. âIs it okay if Iââ
âGo ahead, man!â
Marigold wrote her phone number, and Roslinâs Instagram underneath, then added, in parentheses, Marigold Baker the Party Girl, with a little heart next to it. She liked the thought of existing as Marigold Baker the Party Girl on someoneâs fridge. She wondered if Beetle would do what sheâd do were their positions reversed, and just never erase it, letting the erasable marker dry into that permanent foreverness that was the worst thing ever to clean.Â
Beetle said, âOkay, cool. Tell your sister Iâm gonna text her and itâs gonna be about you.â
âOminous,â said Marigold. âI hope you say nice things.â
âNo, dude, Iâm gonna text her to talk to you. Weâre not starting a group chat about you when thereâs still so much stuff I donât know about Mystery Marigold. Like, okay, whatâs your favorite color?â
âGreen,â said Marigold.
âDonât tell me now!â said Beetle. She handed Marigold the chocolate back. âYou go have a nice class tomorrow, okay? Get down there before your family thinks I killed you.â
âI donât think Iâd mind if you did,â said Marigold. âBug girl.â
âFlower girl,â Beetle said, like theyâd said goodbye like this forever. Maybe they really were supposed to get to know each other.Â
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Thea had put on âBaby Sharkâ to try and get Sofie to go to sleep, which wasnât working, because whenever Sofie saw Marigold, sheâd stay stubbornly awake until Marigold came back to rock her to sleep. Under most normal circumstances, because Sofie was the kind of baby whose idiosyncrasies seemed perfectly designed to psychologically torment her caregivers, âBaby Sharkâ would put Sofie perfectly to sleep so long as it was played exactly fifteen times in a row, but theyâd hit seventeen and Sofie was still babbling half-coherent nonsense to an exhausted-looking Lenora, who kept trying to hand her off to Roslin.
Marigold hurried over to the car. Sofie said, âMama!â
âWeâre not doing that, sheâs twenty,â said Thea, but Sofie was already making grabby hands towards Marigold, who scooped her up in a flurry of kisses.Â
Roslin said, âAre you trying to reason with the baby?â
âThe baby is a little terrorist who cannot be reasoned with,â said Lenora. âWe need to get home so I can play first-person shooters and not listen to Baby Shark, ever again.â
Thea said, âGet in the back, bunny. How was the party?â
Marigold wasnât sure how to tell them all about Beetle. She didnât know if she wanted to. She sort of had to tell them about some of it, though, so she said instead, âRosie, itâs okay that I gave someone your Insta, right? She wanted mineââ
âDude, make your own,â said Roslin. âHow many times is this gonna have to happen?â
âNo one needs to be on social media,â said Thea immediately.
âOkay, well, Mommy, I am twenty-five, you donât get to take away my phone,â said Roslin. âThis would not be a problem if you just got, like, a MacBook or something. Whatever you have in your office is legitimately evil.â
âI bought a computer,â said Thea stubbornly. âI have a computer. I donât see the problem.â
âThat thing has to be from, like, the Revolutionary War!â
Marigold settled into the backseat with Sofie, resting her cheek against Lenoraâs shoulder. She said, âActually, there werenât computers in the Revolutionary Warââ
âDo not start this at like one in the morning.â
âYou started it at like one in the morning.â Marigold buckled Sofie back into her car seat.
âDefending you! Do you want Mom to start burning laptops in the backyard again?â
âThat was out of context,â said Thea immediately. âAnd mostly an accident, anyway. Didnât realize lithium did that.â She started the car. âWe turning off Baby Shark now?â
âNo, Sofie likes it,â said Marigold.
âYES,â said Lenora. âSofieâs awake anyway, Mariââ
Sofie had fallen asleep.Â
âSee, you have to leave it on now,â said Marigold, âshe will wake up if you turn it off. We all know this.â
âTorment nightmare torture baby,â said Roslin affectionately. âYou know sometimes it starts to make me sleepy when I listen to it? Something about the baby shark doo doo do do do doââ
âI will kill you if you start singing it, Roslin, itâs bad enough that we have it on withoutââ
âDoo doo do doââ
Thea said, âQuiet, I need to make this turn!â
Marigold cuddled into Lenoraâs shoulder again. Lenora said, âYour baby is ruining our life.â
âStop calling Sofie her baby,â said Thea. âMari is too young to be raising a kid.â
âIâm twenty!â said Marigold.
âYouâre a baby,â said Roslin. Her eyes lit up. âBaby Mari doo do doââ
Lenora said, âI am going to murder you, Roslin. I am going to kill you dead.â
âNo murder until Iâm done getting onto the highway,â said Thea, eyes on the road.
The girls quieted. Marigold cuddled into Lenora until Lenora leaned forward and towards her, letting Marigold use her as an all-the-way pillow. âGood party?â Lenora asked quietly.
Marigold didnât answer. She wondered whether Evie would even notice she was gone.
âYouâll see her on her Monday shift,â Lenora said. âYou can catch up with her then, if she wasnâtâI mean, you know, if she got. Distracted, or something.â
Marigold said, âIt was a good party,â and realized that she did actually mean it. âIâŠmet someone.â
âOh, shit!â said Roslin from the front seat. âGoth Halloween candy chick does, like, bug taxidermy?â
âRoslin, do not stalk her Instagram!â yelped Marigold. âJustâjust give me your phone! Give me your phone so I canââ
âI AM MERGING!â said Thea. âYOU ALL NEED TO FUCKING SHUT UP!â
Sofie squirmed happily and continued to sleep. Marigold was fairly certain it would be six more plays of Baby Shark before they were in the clear.Â
~~~
beetlenecromancer: hi marigolds sister lol
beetlenecromancer: can u send me her insta when u have it? she said sheâd make one
strawbrosie33: hey man if you fuck up my sister iâm going to use norieâs poison kit to poison you
strawbrosie33: HI THIS IS MARIGOLD
strawbrosie33: SORRY
strawbrosie33: SHEHS TRYINGG TO GBRAJB THE POHNE BACKC
beetlenecromancer: lmao
beetlenecromancer: nw
strawbrosie33: I AM ROSLIN I TRIUMPH
strawbrosie33: im so serious though bro i will literally kill you she is so fucking baby. you have no idea
strawbrosie33: youâve known her for like five minutes weâve known her forever she is THE BABIEST
strawbrosie33: Hi this is Marigold again I am So So So SorryÂ
beetlenecromancer: dude you need a smartphone so bad this is so dire for you
#my writing#(wow what a blast from the past of a tag lol!)#marigold baker#roslin maynard#lenora chou#evie riverborn#althea march#+ new tag!!!#beetle fujimori#sofie is not usually a literal baby but some things have been playfully adapted potentially
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Let Death be Kinder than Man, Althea Davis
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"If I am killed for simply living, let death be kinder than man."
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#kinder than man#althea davis#kinder than man althea davis#closed polls#polls#poetry#poems#poetry polls#poets and writing#tumblr poetry
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