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jamiwrites98 · 17 days ago

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Comin' Out of My Closet and I'm Doin' Just Fine

“So, like, when did you… you know, know you were gay?” Bailey’s words stop me in my tracks, my coffee cup poised halfway between my mouth and the table. When did I realize that I’m gay? I have to think about it for a few moments, hand still hovering in the air while I contemplate. And all of a sudden, a lightbulb goes off in my head. But instead of answering her question, I turn and ask: “So, like, when did you… you know, know you were straight?”

Gay people are asked this all the time, “When did you know you were gay?” Some people have an immediate answer, some really have to think about it. Why don’t we ask straight people when they knew for sure that they weren’t gay? That feels like something that should happen more often, if they want to know the private details of our lives. But I digress. For me, it wasn’t so much when I realized that I was gay, but when I realized there was a word for what I am. I had no idea how much it would impact my life, though.

That moment occurred while I was watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer, season six, episode 8, “Tabula Rasa.” My favorite character, Willow, lost her memory and throughout the course of the episode, rediscovers her feelings for her girlfriend. This culminates in the line, “...and I think I’m kinda gay.” And suddenly, there was someone on the screen who was attracted to women the way that I was, and there was even a word for it. What a novel concept! Homosexual (i.e. gay) didn’t quite fit what I felt, but it was like opening a door to a whole new world.

That being said, I don’t think it was ever some profound realization for me. There was never that bone-chilling, mind-numbing, life-changing moment of “oh shit, I’m gay.” I remember being attracted to (is that the right word?) girls all my life. Maybe… gravitating towards girls as much as boys. Yeah, that feels better. It was never a matter of “I like girls, that’s not normal, what’s wrong with me,” but rather something that I never really questioned. A lot of gay people will tell you that they remember being super attracted to certain characters of the same sex in movies or shows and upon reflecting on that years later after coming out, they realized exactly what that was, though they hadn’t thought much of it at the time. I feel very much the same way, and I never questioned it or thought it was uncommon. In fact, it was a movie that gave me my first proper label for my sexuality.

The hit Broadway musical RENT was brought to DVD in 2006. I was eight years old and I fell in love with it, much to the chagrin of my family members who then had to deal with my awful off-key singing for the rest of their lives. RENT is about a group of LGBTQIA+ individuals living in New York during the AIDS epidemic. One of the characters, Maureen, is bisexual.

“Bisexual. Bi. Two. Male and female.” I’m squishing my face while I talk, turning myself this way and that in the mirror in front of me. I keep thinking that it’ll make me look different, that by taking on this identity, I’m creating a new guise for myself. Nothing changed, not outwardly, but it feels right.

Bisexual. There was a word for the way I had felt all of my life. Gay felt like squishing two puzzle pieces together that didn’t quite fit, but bisexual? That was the right shape. Still, I didn’t declare it to the world at that moment. Because while I had finally found a word to apply to me, it still didn’t seem like a big deal or something that you should make a big deal out of. I’d never thought that it was weird to like girls as well as boys; I just hadn’t found a word for it. Surely a lot of people felt that way? So I kept it to myself. But junior high can be hell. First, my mom up and dies on me, and then I fucking out myself.

“Would you kiss a girl for a hundred bucks?” Jacob P. asks, shoving another handful of curly fries in his mouth. He’s smirking while he chews, little bits of fluffy potato spilling out of the corners of his mouth. He thinks he’s won this conversation, and I can’t let him have that.

“I’d kiss a girl for free. Girls are hot. Just as hot as boys.”

All chatter at our lunch table ceases in seconds. Anna is halfway through some joke about our most recent bully, Clayton, and she never does finish the punchline. Wade stares intently at his food, suddenly finding the salisbury steak a lot more appealing than he did two minutes ago. No one looks at me, nor Jacob. A few minutes of silence pass before Sam claps her hands together, shouting, “Awk-ward si-lence!” and everyone chuckles and returns to their food. The rest of the day passes by and the only person willing to talk to me is Shanah, who I’ve known since pre-school. We don’t talk about what I’ve said, and I’m grateful for it.

Truthfully, I don’t know what kind of reaction I was expecting that day, now that I look back on it. We didn’t have any LGBTQIA+ clubs; for all I knew, I was the only LGBT student in the entire school. We never talked about anything like that, anything different than the norm. In our incredibly white, straight, Christian school, this was received with some mixed reviews. Mostly, people just brushed it off, preferring to answer with an awkward silence that said they just don’t care, or don’t agree but didn’t want to cause a scene. Others, however, were not so reserved.

There was another group of students that didn’t so much care for keeping their mouths shut, and they sent out an email to the entire student body that read: “Jami is a faggot so girls stay away or shes gonna rape u.” Coming out as bisexual reduced me to rapist. No longer was I “Jami the Smart Ass” or “Jami with the Dead Mom.” No, now I was labeled as something far more sinister and cruel simply because of these fucked-up preconceptions these students had about gay people. I remember going through three distinct stages when I found out: shock, disgust, and then anger.

Our school had just gotten Macbooks for all the students, and there was a nifty little feature where, if you wanted to, you could send out an email to your entire class or the entire student body. With a total of 70 students per graduating class, it was easy to hit “send to all” and then delete the one name you didn’t want to receive the email. And, hey, you guessed it! I was the one whose name was deleted, so I didn’t even realize it had happened at first.

Something feels different today. Walking through the hallways, my friends avoid me and even the friendly girls who usually smile and wave at me seem to dart out of my path. It’s oddly quiet in the commons, where everyone is waiting for the bell to ring before rushing to class. My unassigned-assigned seat at the end of the lunch table is empty, as usual, so I plop down in it and look towards Wade. He just gives me a tight smile and goes back to fiddling with his phone. I can’t figure out why everyone is ignoring me.

“Did I do something wrong?” I ask to the table. Everyone glances around at each other, as if each person is desperate for someone else to respond so they don’t have to. Most of them just look down again, refusing to meet my eyes. After a few minutes of torturous silence, Anna throws her hands up and exclaims, “Oh for fuck’s sake, someone has to tell her!” Pulling out her big, clunky Macbook, she opens the email and slides the computer towards me.

A big thing I’ve noticed in Iowa is that we tend to teach the “if you don’t have anything nice to say then don’t say anything at all” rule; my mother had practically lived her life by this. And these people took that to heart. They didn’t have anything nice to say to me or about me, so they didn’t say anything at all. When they did, it was quiet snickers told under their breath, whispered to one another in the halls or in class. Loud enough for me to hear, but not loud enough to draw attention to themselves. This brought the stage of disgust. I was disgusted that they thought of me like that, disgusted with myself for being the way I was, disgusted with the school for letting them get away it. The whole situation was rotten, and I was sick of it.

Faggot, rapist, dyke, creep, gross, and a lot more that I don’t particularly care to repeat, all thrown at me just because I said I like girls as much as I like guys. I remember about a week after I found out, I was walking into the auditorium for some reason or another, and looking down at my feet (as I so often did to avoid seeing the stares), and bumped into this girl from my class who was walking backward while she talked to a friend. She immediately spun around, looked me up and down, screamed “EW!” and literally ran away from me. This brought on the anger stage. Then I was just pissed.

I had done nothing to these people. They were my classmates; they were supposed to be my brothers-in-arms, comrades in the middle of the hell that is middle school. I hadn’t hurt anyone or even tried to flirt with a girl (or a boy!). I’ve always been a quiet person; I generally keep to myself, talk when I’m spoken to, and don’t go out of my way to make someone’s life hell. I couldn’t understand why me being bisexual was cause to hate me, literally hate me. My very presence was an affront to them, just because… what? Because I was down to kiss girls? I hadn’t even kissed anyone yet! It just baffled me. What gave them the right to treat me that way?

I couldn’t figure it out, and I was enraged every day. I lived with the comments, the stares, the quiet disapproval for the next two years. I struggled with depression, anxiety, suicidal thoughts, and self-harm. I started cutting, hitting myself, forcing myself to puke. It felt as if it was what I deserved. Being different, feeling different, coupled with the loss of my mother and the struggles I was facing at home, was just too much. It was a rough time in my life, and I don’t like to think about it too much.

It subsided a little, and eventually, it seemed they decided that it was alright to interact with me again. Someone else caused a scene (Madyson shit her pants? Vince caused a lockdown? Something like that.) and I dyed half of my hair green, and I guess those things were much more exciting to talk about. By the end of eighth grade, things were a bit better, but they were going to improve even more very quickly. That following summer, my best friend Lille threw a birthday party at her family’s farm and invited all of us as well as some of her friends from her previous school. This is where I met Kevin.

Kevin was shy and quiet, like me. He seemed a little out of sorts at this party, and we found ourselves sitting on a fallen tree in the moonlight, quietly petting Porky, Lille’s pig (you gotta love Iowa). We started talking, mostly about school, because everyone can relate to that. And I mentioned the bullying and I saw something flash in his eyes, a little spark of understanding.

“I know what you mean. I came out as pansexual two years ago. It’s been hell, but I like living my truth,” he mutters quietly, hands twisting together in his lap.

“Pansexual?” That’s a word I haven’t heard before. What could that possibly mean?

“Yeah, it’s like… Well, ‘pan’ means ‘all’ and I just think that sounds better than bisexual. But that’s cool, you know, if you’re bisexual. It’s nice to know someone else that isn’t… normal.”

We didn’t speak much after that. It’s scary, even talking to another gay, because you’re never quite sure what reaction you’ll get. I wanted to learn more, though, about this mysterious word, but I didn’t want to press him and make him uncomfortable. So I Googled it:

pan·sex·u·al

/panˈsekSH(əw)əl/

adjective

not limited in sexual choice with regard to biological sex, gender, or gender identity.

Not limited. Not limited. Not limited. I liked that. Those two words rolled around in my head for another week or so. Not limited. No limitations, no set boundaries, no need to choose or really see a difference. No difference. Not different. Yeah, I really liked that. And from that point on ‘til this very day, I found a new label: pansexual.

While I didn’t speak to Kevin much more that night (and only a handful of times after), it was my first interaction with someone who was just like me, and it was relieving. I don’t think that’s even a strong enough word for it. It was like everything fell into place. No longer was I an outlier, a lonely ‘other’ amidst a sea of ‘us.’ Junior high was over and high school would be next, everyone moved on from treating me like ass every day, and I found a friend just like me who introduced me to the label I still use to this day. Miraculously, things got so much better as time went on.

High school was a whole new ballgame. There were even other LGBTQIA+ people! Kayela, Johanna, Tara, Colton, Skylar, and Owen. These individuals swept me up under their collective wing and encouraged me to be proud of who I am. After the previous few years of pain and struggling, I was finally with people who wouldn’t judge me for who I am. Kayela, Johanna, Skylar and I all attended our first Pride together in Des Moines in 2016, and that was the moment that I finally felt that I had found a home. And you know what? A lot of people realized how shitty they had been in junior high. Some apologized, most didn’t, but the thing that mattered the most to me was seeing the change in them. No longer were they sharing out-of-context Bible verses to justify their homophobia; instead, they affirmed that their respective churches in fact support LGBTQIA+ youths and that they would do their best to understand and do better in the future. What more can I really ask for? Well, unwavering and unconditional support from the get-go, but I like to be realistic.

When it comes to unwavering and unconditional support, I actually found that in an unexpected place: my older half brother. Now, I never thought he would be homophobic. His aunt Marla married a woman named Marla (and one of them has a sister named Carla; I know, it’s a lot) and he pretty much grew up with that on his dad’s side of the family, so I knew he would at least be okay with it. But he’s always been weird about everything when it comes to me. I’m his little sister, and he doesn’t really think of me as an individual person with thoughts, feelings, wants, and needs. I never really “came out” to him or the rest of our family. I certainly never hid it, but I didn’t really outright say it either. Until this summer, 2019.

My friend Shoshanah had come out as pansexual at the beginning of this year, and she wanted to take her trans friend Aedan to Pride for the first time, to the parade on June 9th, but didn’t want to go alone. So I tagged along. We grabbed our straight friend Josalan and had ourselves a nice little group. I’ll never forget the look in Aedan’s eyes when he saw so many loving, accepting people in one place. But that’s not what this is about.

I’ve set up camp in the bathroom, various pieces of clothing and hair products strewn about. I’m getting ready to go to Pride later today. I’ve finally decided on black jeans, a “Straight Outta the Closet” crop top, and some cute space buns for my hair. The left side of my head is done, but the right is being a little bitch, not wanting to stay in the right shape, so I have to take it all out and re-do the entire braid. My brother, Josh, slips into the bathroom to grab his sweatshirt. His eyes meet mine in the mirror and his forehead crinkles a bit when he asks, “What are you up to today?”

“Shanah’s coming over in a bit. We’re going to Pride.” My tone is nonchalant, but I’m screaming inside my head. This is new territory for us. We rarely talk about my personal life, and so we’ve never really talked about my sexuality. He goes quiet for a few minutes, and walks into the kitchen. A few moments later I hear him crack open a bottle of tea (MY tea, I’m still bitter about that) and then he softly asks, “Are you gay?”

My hands freeze in midair as I twist the braid into a bun. Looking at myself in the mirror, it feels like I’m watching someone else, a bystander overseeing an incident on the street. It’s now or never. So with a deep breath, I continue with my hair, and say, “Yeah, I’m kinda gay.”

I don’t quite know what reaction to expect, but he just hums a little before saying, “I always kinda thought so. Well, you know you always have my support, kid.” The sounds of Mortal Kombat, the game he was playing beforehand, return and I know the conversation is over. I can’t cry, because there are approximately five days in a year that I wear makeup and this is one of them, but my heart is so full that it’s difficult not to.

My brother is not a sentimental or emotional person. He’s never been one for praise or affection, his support and presence always silent, looming, unspoken. To hear him say it out loud, even just once, was more than enough. It was the validation I’d always needed from him. It was that support that I needed in junior high. From there, I made it publicly known on my Facebook so that my family members would see. I was met with endless support. It’s still a relatively new thing, but my aunt Susie never fails to comment or throw a cute little meme on my statuses to show her support. I’ve grown closer to my family in these last four months than I have in 21 years, and it’s all because I finally feel okay with who I am. Who knew?

But for all the love and support that I’ve been met with, there are countless others who get the opposite. Hatred, fear, misconceptions, disownment, even death. The world has grown and become a much more accepting place, but it’s still hard as hell. But it doesn’t have to be like that forever. Trust me, I’ve been there. It’s not easy, it never is, but finding your home and your family can make it all worth it. So I’m pansexual, I’m out, I’m proud, and I have a wonderful family that supports me. And if your mom or dad doesn’t support you? I’m your mom/dad now.

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acrorossbeliever · 1 month ago

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AU ASK GAME BUT I ANSWER THEM ALL WOOPS By @catsockpuppet

SPOILERS FOR THE COMIC DARK CARNIVALS BY THRUMPLES ON TUMBLR, COMICFURY, TWITTER AND INSTA

1. If it still exists, how does the cult work in your AU? Who is the leader?

Not really a cult, due to the au being based off of an indie webcomic, I kinda have to follow the world rules. They're all demons to say the least. They kidnap people to possess and parade in the circus and then kill them when they're too weak to not leave witnesses.

2. Who’s your favorite character in this AU?

Definitely Suzie and Ross! Suzie the poor girl just wanted her parents back...and Ross ouughhh he snapped man. Imagine getting possesed, one of your friends are dead and you think the other two are too. You're a kid with a demon controlling your body. Jeez.

3. Cant quite find a third? Maybe it was a counting mistake on OPs part^^

4. If it still exists, how does the Eyes Of The Universe work in your AU?

It doesn't exist , but I guess it would take the place of The Serpent aka The Devil of that universe.

5. What was your inspiration for this AU?

The comic by thrumples! Please go give it a read:

6. How would canon Skid and Pump react to their AU versions?

Skid would be confused as to why he's a cat lmfao. Pump would like his cat self tho! He's more of a Lykoi.

7. What character have you changed the most?

Skiddad/Sapphire in this au. He isnt bad he just got kidnapped into all this. But he's really rude and... plotting something.

8. What characters haven’t died in your AU? How did they survive?

None haven't died woops.

9. What characters have died in your AU that didn’t die in canon? How did they die?

SUZIE NO MY GIRLY!!!! After recognizing her parents performing in the circus she leaves the others to go and find them . They were gonna use Suzie as a vessel but accidentally killed her. And thus the PANIC BEGINS!!!! oh and Suzie and Pumps mom/Jasmine! She committed to free herself from possession in front of the hatz.... And Ignacio who got killed cause John stabbed him (More like the demon possessing him) they managed to exorcise the demon but Iggy is dead lol

10. Has anyone changed professions in your AU?

The officers are also part time demon hunters. Roy and Robert became demon hunters and Radford and Kevin help with all that.

11. Has the Candy Club changed at all? And if the Candy Club no longer exists, what is serving it’s role?

Candy club hasn't changed! Though there are many missing posters. And it's more dusty since Streber was also kidnapped and possesed so since he was Kevin's bff Kevin isn't .. doing good.

12. Who has suffered the most in your AU?

Ross definitely. This kid went through so much shit for sure.

13. Who’s the happiest character in your AU?

I can't say happy more like unaware. Skid and Pump left the carnival before the incidents. Pump still has hope his sis will come back...poor kid.

14. Do you have a least favorite character in your AU (as in, what character’s actions do you dislike the most)?

Not a least favorite character but one I don't really give a shit about is Pumps dad/Phillip. He's just a widower.

15. Has the setting changed? Where is this new setting?

A carnival! Run by demons...

16. Would you accept OC’s for your AU?

Yeah!

17. Would you accept fanfiction of your AU?

Yeah just make sure to read the actual comic first to follow the lore rules of the original source.

18. Would you accept ships for your AU?

Yeah! Nothing problematic tho.

19. Are there canon ships in your AU (that aren’t canon to regular Spooky Month)?

RossxRobert is implied. Theyve never said it tho. Yet ...

20. Favorite art piece (made by you or someone else) of the AU?

These two! Ouuughhh Acroross...

21. Have you ever written anything for the AU?

Yeah! Scroll down and you'll see it all!

22. If your AU was it’s own show, do you think it’d a happy or sad ending?

Can't say since...the comic this is based off of isn't done lmfao so I don't know

23. What character do you think you need to develop more in your AU?

Streber for sure.

24. Least favorite character in your AU lore-wise (like, do you think any specific character’s lore is weak? Do you dislike anyone’s story?)?

Not sure really lmfao

#spooky month #aus #spooky month robert #spooky month ross #spooky month roy #art #spooky month au #spooky month hatzgang #spooky month kevin #spooky month Radford #Spooky month John #Spooky month Streber #Spooky month Skiddad #Spooky month pumpdad

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darkcrowprincess · 1 year ago

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It ends with us!:

I finally finished the book!

And the ending, what to say what to say! Atlas and Lily are together! But Lily is stuck sharing custody with Ryle the abusive asshole. So a bittersweet ending that's more sweet than anything. But still, I think Lily should have aborted the baby and cut all ties having to do with Ryle. Over all opinions of the book. It was sad. A good bittersweetness with the only good being Atlas and Lily's relationship. A safe haven amongst all the bullshit and trauma that is Ryle and Allysa. Yeah I said it. I think Allysa is a horrible friend to Lily and should have warned her about her brothers issues in the first place! But she was selfish. Very selfish. Now Lily is forever tied to this man through their baby. And there's no guarante he won't abuse his daughter in his anger. Both emotionally or physically. I hope in the sequel Lily and Atlas get full custody. Over all I'm going to state my general opinions of the characters from favorite to least.

Lily Blossom Bloom*giggles at her name*:

A too sweet and trusting cinnamon roll of this world that must be protected at all cost. Love when she's brave and bold. But over all Lily gives me the vibes of being so sweet when she's constantly surrounded by so much trauma, sadness, and shitty men. And you can see the affects it has on her. Especially when you think about her sitting all alone on that roof in the beginning and the idea of her flower shop. But over all she is brilliant and bold. And my glad she has her successful flower shop, she has her daughter, and she has Atlas. Who is basically her soulmate no question.

Atlas Corrigan:

First name perfectly fits him because he is exactly like the Greek myth and man is this guy carrying so much weight on his shoulders. Abusive parents. Kicked out. Homeless and suicidal as a teenager. His one saving grace was Lily, literally because if it wasn't for Lily he would have killed himself/died if he never saw her or met her. Lily really did save him. And if it wasn't for her he wouldn't be so successful in the book. Of course he worked every hard for it. But if Lily never saved him he never would have made it. Atlas spends so much of the book just loving Lily from afar and wishing he could keep her safe like she did him. I can understand why Ryle is jealous of this man(still doesn't give him any right to abuse Lily and be an obsessive creep). He's over all adorable. I love that he loves Boston and can cook and bake too. And that he dedicated everything from his restaurant and his success to Lily. He reminds of a sweet but protective wolf with a Boston accent.

Ryle Kincaid 😤😠🤢🤮: Over all an in general piece of shit loser man. Obsessive, abusive, anger issues, over all should not be allowed to be a doctor/surgeon if he has black out anger moods which he can't remember or be in control of! Just in general pyscho that should be going to thearpy and staying in one of his parents and sisters rich houses and staying away from all women. Just walking red flag from the minute you see him in the book. Only good thing about him is that he seems to be good at sex. But at what cost man? What cost? No dick is that good if you end up with a clingy abusive asshole that acts like a pycho. I still think Lily should have aborted his kid. No only on the off chance that Ryle will abuse the baby. But also what if the temper is hereditary? You want an abuser teen girl that's like her father? No Lily I don't think you do. I feel only a tiny bit of pity for him. But that's just for kid Ryle and all the trauma that little boy went through and obviously having parents that didn't send both kids to thearpy enough. But over all just piece of shit loser of a man that should not be around people especially women. What scares me is all the other women Ryle has dated. Like I feel like Lily is obviously not the first woman he has abused. I personally also think he has probably abused his sister and mother too considering their reactions to Lily and how quickly they want their relationship to work.

Allysa: A horrible friend that probably knew how abusive her brother is and just threw Lily to the wolves. Hoping she could fix her brother. You can't be a good sister and be Lily's best friend at the same time. It's just not possible when you know he's abusive. And she did, you could see tons of hints of it through out the book. Lily deserves better. I feel like Allysa should have convinced Lily or at least suggested abortion to her. But I feel like she didn't because she wanted to stay Lily's friend and have their kids be cousins. Which I think is really shitty. Her husband Marshall is way to good for her. And now he's forever trapped connected to this family just like Lily. Especially hate how spoiled she is when it comes to the money her husband make.

Jenny Bloom: A coward, a horrible mother. Wanted to punch her in the face so many times when she kept acting like everything is ok. And what she let her husband do to Lily both emotionally and physically, and for Atlas getting assaulted. I feel pity for her because she's being abused by her husband. But over all she is a coward and I wish Lily stayed hating her.

Andrew Bloom 😡😡🤬🤬🔪🔪: Another example of horrible men doing horrible things and getting away with it. Hope he's burning in hell in the it ends with us universe. He was both emotionally and physically abusive to both Jenny and Lily. Don't care what Lily says, just because he didn't hit you doesn't mean he wasn't abusive towards you emotionally and cause you damage. He's also a rapist, and he assaulted Atlas a kid! Still in high school so still a kid and should have gone to jail. And this man is in politics and was the mayor of Maine 😤😓🤬🙄. Goes to show what you can get away with when your a white man with power and fucking connections. Sorry if I was Lily or Jenny I would have either murdered this man or cut off his balls. Especially if he tried to rape my mother or almost killed my boyfriend. Or just tried to ruin his reputation. It's 2010. I would have figured out some way to ruin this man life because he deserves it. It's justice. But no he just gets to get away with it like Ryle. Hate it!!! Glad Lily never said anything good at his funeral.

Anyway. This book was good. A bittersweet book. Is it the most amazing book in the world? No. But you guys keep giving Colleen Hoover too much hate for no reason. Her books are simple quick and easy reads. Only complaint I have is I wish she'd add more detail to the worlds inside her books. The setting. Make the setting feel more like Boston and Maine you know. I feel like her books would be good for people trying to learn English since they are so easy to read. Glad I read " It ends with us." And hope the sequel is good.

#my thoughts #books #it ends with us #colleen hoover #lily bloom #atlas corrigan #lily x atlas #tw abuse #tw child abuse #tw gaslighting #tw emotional abuse #book reviews #book review #tw abuse mention

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thecarnivorousmuffinmeta · 3 years ago

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What would a cw adaptation of Harry Potter look like?

Having not watched too many cw shows myself (I just hear about their nonsense), I phoned @therealvinelle who made the poor life choices of having watched much more of The Vampire Diaries than I have and watching any Supernatural.

The following is her beautiful response:

So for starters, we merge Snape and Tom's characters. This is because Snape isn't hot, and because Tom needs to be near the kids. Tom still looks like Tom Riddle, and he's a teacher who seduces Hermione. At no point are any thoughts about the fact that he's a teacher sleeping with a student had

Harry is a blond now, and he's also dating Hermione. A love triangle ensues, one where Tom will hover sexily but dangerously in empty classrooms and make vague threats that Hermione find very sexually arousing.

The love triangle is the focal point of this show.

Voldemort is Tom's evil alter ego, who killed Harry's parents over that prophecy. He wants to kill Harry as well, but it's not the season finale yet so he's not actually doing anything about it. Too busy seducing Hermione.

Instead he just does vaguely sinister things, like release a basilisk that Harry heroically saves Hermione from.

He every so often has charged conversations with McGonagall (Who has been aged down and is in her thirties. She's still considered ancient), implying they had an affair once.

Harry and Hermione piece together that Tom and Voldemort aRe ThE sAmE pErSoN.

(Piece together meaning that Dumbledore, who only appeared in the second half of the first season and the show never bothers to clarify what his job actually is, gets a focal episode where he tells them the story of Tom Riddle through flashbacks. Terrible flashback wigs and costumes galore.)

Tom will later, in season 3 where he goes full woobie and we learn that none of his evil deeds were ever his fault, reveal that there's more to the story. That orphanage he grew up in? It was a special school for muggle-borns where they trained a future wizarding militia. Tom was the only one who broke free of their oppressive regime. The other children... GREW UP TO BECOME THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX.

But I'm skipping how season 1 ended. The answer is that Hermione disavowed Tom in the season 1 finale since he was evil, he was too sexy bad boy to care except subtle wigglings of his eyebrow told the captive Tomione-shipping audience that he did in fact care. Harmione shippers think they're all delusional. She then jumped into Harry's arms.

Which was poor decision making on her end, because in season 2 Harry joins the dark side. This lasts for half a season, mostly because the arc featured so much filler. Tom, who was imprisoned in season 1, becomes Hermione's supportive pen pal through this ordeal and she starts to wonder if maybe there's good in him after all.

Sirius Black is introduced, he's a lawyer living in the Muggle world and he was in love with Lily. We get a flashback showing us how sad Sirius was when she married James, and there is buildup for an arc where Harry's paternity will be questioned. This arc is scrapped, and Sirius is written out of the show altogether, never to be mentioned again.

Ginny gets pregnant by Neville. Neville dies tragically shortly afterwards, killed by Harry because Harry is a dark wizard now. This is actually the spinoff door episode to the new show the CW is trying to launch, "The Weasleys".

Neville's death has no real consequences, Harry returns to the light and is forgiven in time to become the child's godfather.

Oh, and can't believe I forgot: they've all been aged up to 17.

End of season 2, Tom escapes prison.

Season 3, we get the whole "DUMBLEDORE is the real villain!" arc. Tom killing Harry's parents in season 1 is forgotten, the show doesn't outright retcon it but it doesn't want the viewers to remember it either.

Hermione is once again in a love triangle, only this time Tom and Harry have both done bad things (but we'll only bring up the 2 bad things Harry did (killed Neville and said a mean thing to Hermione) and none of the 282985204592 bad things Tom did) so Hermione has a hard time.

Hermione also discovers that she's a uniquely powerful witch. She has the power to make windows shatter, candles flicker, and wind blow all about. Everyone is frightfully impressed with this.

Mid-season 3 finale, Dumbledore destroys Tom's body. It's terribly dramatic, but then turns out to only be a mild inconvenience as he is resurrected four episodes later. He's resurrected by Hermione's window shattering powering, she closed her eyes very intensely and bam, he's back.

We learn about the horcruxes, which by themselves are shockingly similar to the horcruxes of the original books. The big change, however, is that this Tom didn't know he had horcruxes, those evil bastards at the orphanage split his soul in the night through ominous rituals (another flashback here). He has no idea where this other half of his soul is.

Season finale, we learn that Hermione is in fact his horcrux. This is why they had so much in common (they don't have anything in common) and why she got through his bad boy persona (he hasn't been a bad boy since season 1!). They were soulmates this whole time!

Harry despairs in the face of this, and he and Hermione have a teary conversation where she confirms that yes, the Tomione shippers won.

He also has a pleasant conversation with Tom, as a bromance has bloomed between the two.

Alas. The episode ends on a cliffhanger, as the door flings open dramatically. Dumbledore walks in, bearing proof that Tom made an Unbreakable Vow to always serve the Order, a Vow that was obliviated from him. He drags Tom kicking and screaming away from a crying Hermione, the season ends with her resolve to find a way to save him.

(Sorry, I'm on a roll here)

Season 4, a year later. Harry and Hermione have been searching ever since Tom disappeared. They've become closer than ever, but apart from three or four moments of extreme sexual tension per episode, Hermione is Faithful™

News of Tom's terrorist actions as an Order member reach them with regular intervals. Hermione remains convinced that he's being forced to do all this and doesn't actually want to hurt anybody, Harry's not so sure.

They catch up to him in Minneapolis (did I mention this entire show takes place in the states? All the actors are American.) and he tells them to stop trying to save him. Hermione, devastated, takes this to mean he never loved her, he was only ever a psychopath playing with her feelings. She tells him as much, and Tom confirms, yeah, he's a cold-hearted son of a bitch (Harry's favorite insult for him).

They break up, and Hermione gets back with Harry. They return to their home city in North Dakota.

At the very end of that same episode, Tom is able to visit Harry for 15 seconds in the form of a specter and very dramatically tell him how he does love Hermione but he's not good for her, better to make a clean break, yada yada. DON'T LOOK FOR ME.

Harry agrees, sure no problem, he can do that. Just one noble bro to another.

Tom nods, thanks for having sex with my girl while I rot in hell, bro.

It is in this same season premier episode that the show introduces the Blacks. Remember Sirius Black? Yeah, this is sexy family.

They become instant fan favorites, and one of them is shipped with Tom (the fans now hate both Harry and Hermione).

Pandering as always, the show lets said character run into Tom. And it's not Bellatrix, oh no. It's Athena, a CW original Black. She's indistinguishable from the original Bellatrix and it's unclear why she's not just Bellatrix.

Tom is ordered to kill her, but they have a moment of truly intense eye contact so he only injures her (the killing curse doesn't exist in this show. Don't ask how Harry got his scar. No really, don't ask, the show never explained it). Shippers go wild.

Tom is eventually able to break free of the Unbreakable Vow through the power of true love (book fans are sobbing, this show gets nothing right), and he returns to Hermione, begs her to take him back. She rebuffs him, and he goes to get drunk at a bar. This is where Narcissa (aged down to 25) finds him. They have sex.

He has a brief fling with her, only to get into a more serious relationship with Athena. This leads to Hermione getting jealous.

We're now dealing with a love pentagon, of sorts. Harry and Tom love Hermione, Tom also loves Athena, Narcissa wants Harry but she has undeniable sexual chemistry with Tom.

The show descends into back-and-forth-ing, and does not get renewed.

The end.

POST SCRIPT:

The oddly popular side character that the CW never wanted to be popular at all and keeps having to make mysteriously vanish for half a season so that the plot(?) can avoid being derailed is Draco.

He's super competent but the show will never admit that.

Later, Athena plays this same role.

- @therealvinelle

#harry potter #harry potter meta #harry potter headcanon #cw #cw meta #meta #headcanon #opinion #vinelle #therealvinelle

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i know we as a collective society believe in gamer! eren supremacy. and yes, this is a good take. however, may i introduce to you: normie/fuckboy/jock eren with gamer/nerd gf. thoughts under the cut (safe for work, pg-13, also slight snk spoilers for season 3 and up!)

see, eren isnt necessarily a fuckboy. in fact, hes very loyal! he doesnt really think that way about any girls or guys except you. but hes popular romantically and had a reputation for sleeping around before he met you (not that theres anything wrong with that but ya know word travels fast across campus). plus, cmon the dude is in a frat, super hot and has a tongue piercing. he cant blame anyone for thinking he is a fuckboy bc he exudes the energy.

you are kind of the complete opposite. you dont really enjoy parties and you keep to yourself. you're a total wreck when it comes to flirting and your kinda oblivious to whenever people like you. you dont have many friends and are a bigger fan of 2d people than 3d.

either way eren finds you so so so cute. he first approached you at one of his frat parties. your roommates convinced you to come after she said that someone (read: connie) had a dance dance revolution mat, but you kinda just stuck around in a corner staring at your cup once you lost them. he looks you up and down-- your outfit was pretty cute, a short plaid orange pleated skirt, dress shirt, orange cardigan and black beret laying neatly upon your head. and your face... he couldn't help himself but try to talk to you. you were really anxious because wahhh scary sports guy you dont know but he was kinda instantly comforting? in a way? and he was freaking pretty. he looked like a final fantasy character--long haired characters were your type. the rest was kind of history.

a lot of people are shocked when they find out your dating bc you two are so different (some people are surprise eren “dates” at all) but no one dares question your relationship when they see how much eren dotes on you. he has so many polaroids of you in his wallet-- from the many arcade dates you bring him on where you decimate him at almost every game, you awkwardly posing in the hentai section of bookstores, or just candids of you being intensely focused on a puzzle in a game. whenever you guys go out to eat and somethings wrong with your meal, he'll send it back (in a polite way, of course, but hes still assertive.) or if you buy like a figurine and its misisng something hes marching up to the cashier stand for you. he always has an arm around your waist or is holding is hand in yours. sometimes you just cling onto his arm and rest your head on it (hes comfy!!!!! and you are always tired) your both pretty clingy, but you get kinda awkward when you two are around people you know so he just kinda subtly holds you as to not make a scene. its nice. hes comfy.

youve got dual monitors, a pc you made yourself, rgb keyboard, the whole nine yards. all your consoles are up to date and you keep a handheld system on you at all times. you spend most your weekends watching anime and movies and tv shows and your shelves are piled high with books and comic books. eren literally does not understand any of it. when you told him you built your pc he goes "you made all those microchippy things? youre soooo smart babe". when you talk about some of your weirder or more complicated animes he nods along but honestly he gets so lost ("so like, lemme get this straight, the kids dad's wife ate his mom?" "yeah but like she was turned into a titan so she didn't realllllly know it was the dads wife, but like she literally walks past this titan shifter so i think she knew." "thats crazy.") and he will never understand the point of otome games when hes literally right there. he actually has a really bad habit of getting jealous of characters you have a crush on but you just find it funny. sometimes he gets an ego boost when they look like him because even if they look like him he is actually real so they can suck it.

hes rlly supportive tho. erens a rlly passionate person and he loves you a lot so he pours a lot of passion into what you do. if you are into esports/fps games hes cheers you on all the time and does all the raging for you ("BABE THAT GUY IS STREAM SNIPING! HES STREAM SNIPING YOU HEY ASSHOLE STOP CHEATING OFF MY GIRLFRIEND" "eren he cant stream snipe me because i dont stream" "oh i thought that just meant cheating"/"WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL HER?" "eren its okay i can just report him" "NO NO LET ME AT HIM IF HE WANTS TO CALL YOU A BITCH I CAN CALL HIM MUCH WORSE" "um guys im gonna mute my mic for a second if you need me text chat") if youre into cozy games he likes to watch you play and gives you ideas on where to put things. like in minecraft he makes you put a second bed for him even though he doesnt play and he helps you name all your pets. you get a little less intense with cozy games so you sit on his lap and he lets his hair down puts his head on your shoulder and points at where you should place stuff. he still rages though? this is eren jaeger we are talking about. ("aw, she wont move to my island." "WHAT? who does that little ugly squirrel think she is? you think youre too good for MY y/n's island? i'll shave your unibrow off. then we'll see what island will want you" "leave hazel alone! shes cute!"/"dude that hamster guy with the glasses looks like armin" "graham? what? armin doesnt even wear glasses" "no no look at it more" "oh shit youre right") rpgs/otome games are kinda a wild card with how he acts. if its an otome game and the character looks like him he is more into helping you out because it reaffirms to him that you find him good looking but otherwise he is just sulking and calling them annoying ("princess y/n... i know im just a servant, but i want to be with you forever!" "pft. get a load of this guy. clingy much?" "its romantic! youre jealous.")

one of his favorite things to do with you is cuddle and watch anime. usually he lies his face on your thighs or chest while watching and you play with his hair or he holds you in his chest and you play with one of his hands while the other goes behind his head. he grew up on some of the classics like naruto sailor moon one piece pokemon and dbz but he never got super into it until he started dating you. you put him on to soooo many good shows (cartoons, anime, and live action) hes both a crier and he is a get-angrier(?). he gets mad on characters behalfs and you have to pause the show so he can rant about how annoying someone is or he feels so bad for someone so he has to take a minute because hes tearing up. he likes slice of life anime because the friendships <3 theyre so wholesome and they remind him of him armin and mikasa but he also likes shounen because it is entertaining to watch fights. he gets really into them actually. he also has this really bad habit of whenever there is a character with no parents or a dead mom he goes "oh same" or "welcome to the club buddy" under his breath. when theres a cute couple in an anime you both like guys get matching keychains of them unless one of them dies because he thinks its bad luck. his favorite animes are haikyuu, your lie in april and code geass.

you are equally supportive of erens volleyball career. you know all the rules because sports anime and you actually find yourself really liking it in 3d as well (it is lacking in bromance and screaming but you let it slide). you go to all his games and he always texts you before his practices. has a habit of kissing you before games and one day after he kisses you go "gg ez win" as a JOKE but then they like decimate their long time rival marley university and get into nationals (is that a thing for volleyball idk sports) so hes convinced its because you did your "gamer magic". now every time after getting his good luck kiss he interlocks your pinkies and you go "gg ez win" and he goes “yes.” because to this day he doesnt know what it means (he thinks googling it is like breaking the magic)

okay im gonna stop while im ahead BECAUSE I COULD TALK ABOUT THIS ALL DAY I MIGHT JUST GO AHEAD AND WRITE SOME ONESHOTS....

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euterpessi · 4 years ago

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Romance Manhwa/Manga Recommendations:

Historical Manhwa/Manga:

Death Is The Only Ending For The Villainess

I’ve reincarnated as the reverse harem game’s villainess, the one and only adopted daughter of the ducal Eckart family.

But the difficulty just has to be the worst!

Everything I do will only lead me to death.

I must be paired with one of the main male characters from the heroine’s harem before the ‘real daughter’ of the duke family appears!

Two older brothers who always pick a fight with me on every little thing.

The insane crown prince whose route will always lead to my death.

‘I only see the heroine and no one else’s wizard, and also her loyal slave knight, too!

‘First, let’s take some of them which I see no hope in, out of the list!’

“I didn’t know my place up until now. From now on, I’ll live as quiet as a mouse so you wouldn’t care the slightest bit!

But why do their interests in me keep on rising every time I draw the line?!

The Villainess is a Marionette

Cayena, the Imperial Princess, was known as the most beautiful woman in the Empire. She was a woman who knew nothing but evil and luxury.

However, she was destined for ruin: she would be used as a chess piece by her younger brother to secure his throne and killed by her crazy husband.

“I’ll make you the Emperor.”

“… Sister, are you referring to me?”

“In exchange, give me freedom.”

She had to change things before she became that Cayena.

The Reason Why Raeliana Ended Up At The Duke’S Mansion

Poisoned to death by her own betrothed?! Eunha didn’t wake up in a novel’s story just to get killed off again as an unfortunate extra! To change her story she needs a cover… 6 months pretending to be the fake fiancée of the novel’s male protagonist, Duke Noah Wynknight. But will this cold-hearted, angel-faced demon of a man really help her avoid another ill-fated ending?!

Your Throne / I Want to Be You, Just For A Day

The story follows main characters Medea Solon and Psyche Callista, who become archenemies after competing for the position of crown princess of the Vasilios Empire. On the day of the Yearly Prayer, Medea and Psyche accidentally switch bodies.

The Remarried Empress

Navier was the perfect empress, however, the Emperor wanted a wife, not a colleague. And so, the Emperor abandoned Empress Navier and placed an enslaved girl beside him. That was fine until Navier heard the Emperor promise the slave the Empress’ position. After many ups and downs, Navier decided she would accept being the Queen of the neighbouring country and remarry.

Kill The Villainess

Eris Mizerian was the villainess of a novel. The only daughter of a marquis, she got executed after scheming against the pure and lovely protagonist, Helena. My only goal, after possessing her, is simply to leave this world and go home. I am prepared to face even death, but the laws of this world keep stopping me.

A changed Eris begins to draw the attention of three men who once loathed her; the Crown Prince, the High Priest, and the Knight.

"It doesn't matter. I will never be able to love this world."

Even if the only way out is death,

even if the only way out is make a deal with a witch...

I will absolutely leave this world!

This is the story of the villainess who defies fate, Eris, and her escape from this world!

The Way To Protect The Female Lead's Older Brother

I accidentally took possession of someone in a 19+ reverse harem novel.

The problem is that I became Roxana Agriche, the older sister of the sub-villain. My damn father kidnapped the heroine’s brother. Now, is the only thing left to meet a terrible end from the vengeance of the heroine?

But what if I can avoid that horrible development?

“I’m also interested in this toy.”

“I’ll protect you until you can get out of here safely.”

The heroine’s brother, Cassis Pedalian, will definitely be able to pay me back later.

Shadow Queen

“Can you be my daughter for me?”

By his offer, Elena became Duke of Franceschi’s fake daughter.

She became the queen and gave birth to Crown Prince’s son.

Then suddenly, Princess Veronica who was assumed dead came back.

She was only just a toy.

But eventually, Elena gets her son taken and is murdered.

However, she went back to the past.

“I’ll destroy all of you.”

I’ll never live as a toy again.

Elena decides to seeks revenge.

Under the Oak Tree

The daughter of a duke, the stuttering Maximilian, married a knight of lowly status at her father’s coercion.

After their first night, her husband departed for an expedition without another word.

He comes back three years later, this time as a famous knight in the whole continent.

How would Maximilian face him on his return?

"The more I think of you, the more lonely and lonely I become. I don't know why I can't quit even though it's so painful."

I'm Stanning The Prince

Angela’s fanfic became such a sensation that it even reached the Imperial Family, leading her to get arrested on charges of treason. Nevertheless, her fanfic improved the First Prince’s image, and his sister, the Princess, decides to take political advantage of this and keep Angela by their side.

The heroine who can now fangirl to her heart’s content, and the Prince who doesn’t know how to act around her. As they bicker back and forth, they start growing closer…

Miss Not-So Sidekick

Hyejung loved to read to escape her daily stress. But that’s before she woke up inside the bizarre world of her favorite novel! Instead of the main heroine who courts three eligible men, she is now Latte Ectrie – a minor villain that everyone hates?! One way or another, it’s a chance to live out her most beloved storyline, with popcorn in hand to watch all the drama! Taking charge of the narrative takes on a whole new meaning!

Even Though I’M The Villainess, I’ll Become The Heroine!

I wasn’t able to overcome the harassment and took my life, but I was reincarnated with the perpetrator? The perpetrator is the heroine, Florre, and I am the villainess, Dahlia, who’s going to die horribly.

“They said you are a villain with neither blood nor tears, but unlike the rumors, you often shed tears.”

“Your Highness must believe all the nonsense the idiots are talking about, huh?”

Grand Duke of Cervian, the half brother of the Male lead and who will be punished for treason afterwards. He approached me. I can’t lose the man who will be my greatest ally.

“Your Highness, would you marry me?”

“Now…… what did you say?”

“And take revenge together.”

A similar situation, a fixed ending. The heroine is not the only one who knows the ending of the novel. I took a long and arduous path of revenge.

Who Made Me A Princess

The beautiful Athanasia was killed at the hands of her own biological father, Claude de Alger Obelia, the cold-blooded emperor! It’s just a silly bedtime story… until one woman wakes up to suddenly find she’s become that unfortunate princess! She needs a plan to survive her doomed fate, and time is running out. Will she go with Plan A, live as quietly as possible without being noticed by the infamous emperor? Plan B, collect enough money to escape the palace? Or will she be stuck with Plan C, sweet-talking her way into her father’s good graces?!

The Villainess Reverses the Hourglass

With the marriage of her prostitute mother to the Count, Aria’s status in society skyrocketed immediately. After leading a life of luxury, Aria unfairly meets death because of her sister Mielle’s schemes. And right before she dies, she sees an hourglass fall as if it were a fantasy. And just like that, she was miraculously brought back to the past.

“I want to become a very elegant person, just like my sister, Mielle.”

In order to face the villainess, she must become an even more wicked villainess. This was the new path Aria chose to take revenge on Mielle who murdered both her and her mother.

The Evil Lady's Hero

Junipe Magnolia, a villainess friend of the heroine in this novel called Rael Cania.

The Junipe inside the novel has always loved the male lead, Iseed. To the point where she harassed Rael out of jealousy because she's loved by Iseed.

And thus, Junipe is destinied to die in the hands of the male lead of this novel.

But one day.

"Why did I become Junipe?!"

But let's think about it, it's still one year away from the time Junipe is going to get killed by Iseed. So, I have to meet Iseed and Rael first, I'll be able to find a way out of my death if I do so.

Yeah, let's meet them first!

But, this man is just so tender-hearted and kind. Would Junipe be able to escape from this man?!

I Tamed a Tyrant and Ran Away

God gave me a chance to relive my life. Before the rebirth, I had been used for the past 400 years as the empire's sword. And so, I swore to destroy the empire. I found the young prince of the country and became his teacher. I taught him how to become a tyrant and asked for the country.

"I will do the lady's will."

He conquered the whole empire for me, and I ran away.

"I came to take you, Charlize Ronan." Dylan became a perfect tyrant and searched the entire empire for me.

"You tamed me, so why did you run away?"

Untouchable Lady

“Please, Hilise. Please die in place of Gabrielle.” My always dignified brother begged me for the first time. He wants me to die for our stepsister, whom we don't even share a drop of blood with. “For the first and last time, I ask you this.” I've always been miserable, and there is no exception this time. The seventh time that I was betrayed and killed, I was completely free of lingering feelings. “I'm glad that you're a scumbag until the end.” I won't be swayed by love anymore. It's my turn to abandon them first.

I’ll Live On As A Villainess

I reincarnated as the villainess in a book!

The one who dared to commit attempted murder on the heroine is the owner of this body?

Let's just live in a quiet place where we have fun and eat! That's what I thought for a while.

It was so, so, so cold here in the north, where I was kicked out as a punishment.

Before I froze to death, I called the Great Demon of Fire and set fire to the fireplace but...

Why isn't he going back? If you've done the job, shouldn't you go back?!

I was flustered to find out that I had signed a life contract with a demon just to start a fire but to think that I'd be responsible for relieving his desires!

The bickering romance between a big puppy demon and a small villainess lady!

It Looks Like I’Ve Fallen Into The World Of A Reverse Harem Game

When I opened my eyes, I was in a different world. I had become the game’s villainous princess who was feared by all. Not to mention… Completely naked men I didn’t even know were approaching me left and right! “Are you cold? Shall I warm you up with a hug?” “Oh? Have you not had enough yet?” Seriously, what’s up with this situation? And just how the hell am I going to get out of this freaking game?!

Father, I Don't Want to Get Married!

I’m Jubelian? The daughter of the duke and the villainess of this novel?

I managed to avoid my death with some previous knowledge about my life, as this was my second time at it. Now, I should be able to live a peaceful life!

“I’m not going to marry a man unless he has everything. I want the most wealthy, famous, and competent man there is.”

I dreamt of a glamorous life as the daughter of the duke, but my father tells me the Crown Prince who is known to be a lunatic is to be my husband! As an extraordinary measure, I couldn’t help but start a contract relationship. That is, with a handsome side character that looks better than the main one.

“Why are you trying to avoid being engaged to the prince?”

“He’s scary. I heard that he even kills his own entourage if he doesn’t like them.”

A few days later, the prince sent a terrible letter to me.

“I will not kill you.”

Oh no, did I set up another death trap for myself?

Like A Wind On A Dry Branch

"Hi, You."

Count Casarius fell victim to a plague and died suddenly, leaving behind a will stating that Rietta, his beautiful young widow of the manor, whom he tried to use as a concubine, be buried alive alongside him. Just before Rietta is buried, Archduke Axias, rumored to be a cruel tyrant, arrives at the funeral to collect the enormous debt Count Casarius still owes him.

“Everyone here seems to feel sorry for her, and I still have a debt to collect from Casarius… If I take her instead of debt, I think all of you here should be happy," he smiled.

"Hello, Temptress."

Everything was a Mistake

Roa Valrose reincarnated as villainess in the book. In order to avoid the fate of being burned at the stake, she approaches the hero, Nocton Edgar.

It hurts every time she gets closer to him. Nevertheless, for her survival, she does everything he wants her to do.

“Come again, Valrose.”

The mysterious Nocton unexpectedly sought her out every day.

Then one day, her friend for 10 years says something unknown to her.

“Actually, I have a dream. The Duke of Edgar is a terrible villain!”

He is not the hero, but the villain?

As soon as she realized that she had misinterpreted the role, she decided to get away from Nocton.

“Let’s not meet anymore.”

But the villain’s reaction was strange.

“Don’t go. You’ve always been special to me.”

She was suspicious of his sudden change of attitude.

Will she able to get rid of Nocton safely?

I Became the Tyrant's Secretary

I became the secretary of a tyrant in place of my clumsy brother to survive.

But I have so much potential for it. I’m so darn good at my job. Because I served the tyrant so well, ‘Everyone has a happy ending’.

Well then, shall I quit being a secretary and live a leisurely life now?

“Rosaline, tell me what you want.” He asked as he stepped down from his chair.

“I want to quit.”

His eyebrows twitched slightly.

“Do you want to die?”

Your highness, you never hold on to people who want to leave, so why’re you being like this to me?

Seduce the Villainess Father

After being in a bus crash, I woke up to the world of my favourite web novel.

Not only that, It was before the protagonists were born, to their parents’ world!

To stop the incoming multiple bad events.

I tried to prevent the kidnapping of the sister who is pregnant with the female lead!

But I got kidnapped instead?!

It's depressing to be kidnapped, but my body couldn't handle the mana and became a sunfish-like state

But... if I am next to the emperor who kidnapped me, my body becomes normal!

Right! The way to save that man from marrying a witch and getting killed by his son, and for someone who is vulnerable to mana such as myself to live, is for us to get married!

The Villains Savior

Set on a path to tragedy and misfortune from a young age, Aseph Randell is doomed to die a villain. That is, until the mysterious Elzay Tiathe appears in his life with a promise: "I can save you." After having vivid visions of him for so long, can Elzay untangle the twisted fate tied to Aseph... or will they both be dragged down together?

Contemporary Manhwa/Manga:

Night Crying Crow

This woman; who is she?

If something was action, it'd be action. If something was romance, it’d be romance. The A-list actor Cheon Woo Kang, who's great at every (genre), had his heart stolen away by an unknown woman who’d broken into his house!

“We'll meet again.~"

Woo Kang contracted an over imaginative illness as he drew the woman, whose name he didn't even know. In front of Woo Kang, she reappeared as the police officer Park Tae... Could the shadow of the crisis that appeared in front of them be a coincidence?

Raise wa Tanin ga Ii

Yoshino Somei would have been a normal high-schooler if not for the fact that she is the granddaughter of the leader of the Osaka-based Somei Group, the Kansai region's largest yakuza organization. One day, Yoshino hurries home after hearing of the news about the unification of Kansai and Kanto's biggest syndicates, the Somei and the Miyama groups. This, according to the article, will result in a marriage of the leaders' grandchildren—one of whom is Yoshino herself! Despite her best efforts to annul the arrangement, Yoshino has to go to Tokyo to visit her fiancé, Kirishima Miyama, who is unexpectedly nice and charming.

During their first meeting, Yoshino is swept up in various events and becomes unable to refuse moving to Tokyo, which is why, half a year later, she now lives with the Miyama group. At school, she soon realizes that Kirishima is very popular, so her relationship with him garners the hate of his fangirls and subsequently results in bullying. To make matters worse, Kirishima could not be further away from her prince charming since he, after all, was born to be a yakuza member.

Raise wa Tanin ga Ii follows Yoshino and her new life in Tokyo that is filled with nothing but troubles connected to the underworld. However, though she wishes to be as far from it as possible, this isn't Yoshino's first time dealing with the world of the Yakuza...

Positively Yours

To Hee-won’s dismay, the BFF she crushed on and her other BFF are now dating! Seriously bummed, Hee-won decides to go wild just one time, and find solace with a handsome stranger. A very satisfying one night affair has now turned into more — she’s pregnant! Fate brings them together again, and now the regimented Doo-joon is determined to do the right thing and marry her. But they’re basically strangers! Except... their bodies have been very intimately acquainted. What’s this mother-to-be to do?

True Beauty

After binge-watching beauty videos online, a shy comic book fan masters the art of makeup and sees her social standing skyrocket as she becomes her school’s prettiest pretty girl overnight. But will her elite status be short-lived? How long can she keep her real self a secret? And what about that cute boy who knows her secret?

Cheese In the Trap

Hong Sul is a ordinary college student. Yoo Jung is the school's most popular upperclass man. He's good looking, rich, smart, and even nice. However, Hong Sul thinks there's more to Yoo Jung than what meets the eye…

SPY x FAMILY

The master spy codenamed has spent his days on undercover missions, all for the dream of a better world. But one day, he receives a particularly difficult new order from command. For his mission, he must form a temporary family and start a new life?! A Spy/Action/Comedy about a one-of-a-kind family!

Doppio Senso (18+)

“What are you thinking about?”

“I’m thinking about a guy.”

KyungHyun stopped in the middle of a deep kiss and sighed. His lips began to form a smile, but his fierce glare said otherwise. Possessiveness and jealousy spread across his sculpted face.

“Will you tell me his name?”

His easygoing and languid voice reached her ears.

“Why?”

“So that I can shoot him down.”

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hotdamnhunnam · 4 years ago

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Meet the Fuck-Ups

A/N: Here’s the winning fic from this poll that I posted for what to write next! In which you’re Jax Teller’s girlfriend, and it’s your first time meeting his parents... cue family drama followed by Jax making up for the trauma by treating you to especially epic sex ✨

Pairing: Jax Teller x F!Reader Warnings: smut, swearing, dirty talk (all in Part 2) – Part 1 is just the Teller-Morrow clan fucking around and being a traumatically chaotic bunch of clowns 🤡 Request: This anon request + follow-up + character pref poll

Word Count: ~3.1k

“Jackson.”

The prince of Charming stops mid-walk, blonde hair flipping around his head in sudden shock, as the queen mother unexpectedly attacks him.

He was just caught off guard, as he’d been mesmerized watching you from across the yard. Admiring from afar. Whenever you’re at an event where Jax’s folks are in attendance, you make sure to keep your distance, so as not to stir suspicions. He’s determined to protect his girlfriend from his toxic parents; it’s a secret love affair between you two. But he can’t get over just how gorgeous you are, at the far end of the backyard, gracefully grilling burgers at this big neighborhood barbecue...

And Gemma notices that he’s loving the view. “You’re fucking her, aren’t you.”

“What?” Jax huffs, pulling back to escape from her manicured hands on his kutte. “I—ugh...”

“Jesus Christ,” Gemma melodramatically sighs, seeing straight through the secrets and lies. “You’re not just hitting that. You’re dating, and you’ve got it bad. I knew it.”

“No, you don’t know shit—”

“She’s got you all giddy and googly-eyed. Now you go tell her she’s invited to dinner tonight.”

The poor guy looks like he just literally died. “But Mom, I...”

“Don’t you roll your eyes at me,” Gem snaps; she won’t take any crap. “What, are you worried it’ll go badly? You embarrassed of your family?”

Those blue eyes blink sarcastically. “Ya think?”

“Shit only happens when we drink.”

“Yeah, which is 24/7. Mom, I’m not even...”

But they both know the prince’s desperate protests won’t go over well. The queen has one last thing to tell. “Now go invite your girl to dinner, Jax, or I’ll do it myself. And spend the rest of my life making hers a living hell.”

Jax doesn’t doubt it, and he’s quite honestly terrified about it. “God, you’re so fucked up...”

“Apple, tree, and all that crap,” she deals his golden-stubbled face a playful slap. “You know you’re just as fucked as me. It’s time to see how well she fits in with our fucked up little family.”

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At the doorstep of his own childhood home... the badass biker known as Jax Teller—the fiercest and most fearless man you’ve known, ever—looks scared out of his wits. He tries to channel all his nerves onto his mother’s creepy garden gnomes. “Seriously, Y/N, this one is smiling like he secretly just murdered someone. Psycho piece of shit.”

“Hmm, I sense some deep-seated resentment here...” you tease him, softly squeezing at his arm to calm his fear. “Did this little bastard traumatize you as a kid? What is it, was he Mama Teller’s favorite?”

Sticking out his tongue, Jax rolls his beautiful blue eyes with a big sigh and plays along. “Yeah, kills me just to hear you say it...”

Leaning up to kiss his cheek, you guide him up the front steps as his knees start going weak. He is legitimately scared as hell. “Well, for what it’s worth you’re my favorite, and Mr. Gnome ain’t shit.”

“Thanks, darlin’,” Jax tilts his head to kiss the top of yours, slowing down as you near the front door; you can tell that he’s stalling. “Better not say that to my mom. She cut the last girlfriend I brought home who said shit about the garden gnomes.”

“Oh, God,” you mutter—whether that’s a joke or not... you’re honestly not sure. You’ve heard a lot about the infamous queen mother. “From what you’ve said of her, she’ll probably cut me if these roses are the wrong color...”

Jax beams down at the pretty pink bouquet you’ve brought for Mrs. Teller. You had hoped that this soft pleasant shade would be subtle and safe. “She’s a bad bitch for sure, but she’s got a big soft spot for flowers,” he reassures. “They’re perfect, babe. Just like you are.”

Although you know it’s far from true, you sure feel perfect when your boyfriend looks at you like you’re a shooting star. “Will your parents think so too?”

“Of course,” he coos, as you two finally step up to the front door. “Just look at you. What’s not to love?”

A lot, but Jax seems to think not. Reaching up to brush a random speck of dust off of his kutte, you murmur to him quietly, voice low and soft, in hopes of easing his anxiety. “...Then what’re you so scared of?”

He answers as if it were obvious. “That finally meeting my fucked up family will scare you off.”

“Oh c’mon, you think I scare that easy? Really?” with your free hand, you punch him gently in his broad muscular chest with a resentful huff. “Jax, you should know by now I’m big and strong and tough.”

Before your tall blonde boyfriend can respond... the front door suddenly swings open. That is not what Jax was hoping. Curses himself in this moment, as he knows he should’ve grown a pair and knocked before this happened.

But he hadn’t.

And now the proud lioness of Charming... has just pounced on your ass without warning.

Well, this is gonna be fun. Gemma is glaring daggers at you before the night’s even begun. “Beg your fucking pardon, but did someone just punch my son?”

“Mom, don’t...” your man groans, mortified to the bone.

You raise your hand up quickly, smiling innocently while admitting what you’ve done. “Guilty. Hope you’ll please forgive me?”

Gemma studies you up and down, shadowed brown eyes scoping out every weakness and flaw to be found. She’s a critical bitch when it comes to her baby boy’s girlfriends. “That depends. Was it your bright idea to keep this little fling a secret from his parents?”

Right about now Jax wishes he could disappear inside his kutte. “Mom, can you not—”

“Well, we make all of our big decisions together,” you candidly tell her. “But no, the idea wasn’t mine. I’ve been wanting to meet you and Mr. Morrow for a really long time.”

“So you’re laying the blame on my son, then.”

Your man is caught somewhere between cringing and fuming and looks like he seriously wants to punch this woman. Never mind that she’s his own mom, in her own home. He clearly wishes that you two had never come. “She’s not trying to blame anyone...”

“I’m pretty sure this little pistol can speak for herself,” Gemma cuts him off, bossy and gruff, cold as hell. Jax had described her like the evil witch out of a charming fairytale, and his description lines up well. “But whatever, I’m done. I’ve got some poison apples cooking in the oven. Extra poison. Come on in.”

She steps aside, and you put on a brave face as you nervously accept the open invite. Jax keeps one of his hands pressed against your lower back, a silent promise that he’ll jump to your defense in case the lioness attacks.

Once you’re inside, the queen proceeds as if these are your first words of the night. Extends her hand in introduction. Polite and forthright. Acting as if she had never accused you of laying a punch and a bucket of blame on her one precious son.

“Gemma Teller,” she proclaims, as if you’re not familiar with her matriarchal fame. “It’s a real pleasure. You must be Y/N.”

Jax blinks and steps in front of you all of a sudden. He had never mentioned your name; hearing it now awakens his instincts of protection. “Since when—”

“Calm the hell down,” his mother replies with a roll of her eyes. “I asked around. This little lady has a reputation in this town. Apparently I’m not the only one who figured out that you two are together.”

You hear a voice then from the next room, interrupting in a raspy boom. “Now did I just hear my woman introduce herself as Gemma Fucking Teller?”

The man of the house appears out of the hallway, joining the three of you in the foyer, with a half-empty bottle of beer in his hand. Gemma brushes away his theatrical alpha male anger. “My old man. Swears like a sailor.”

“You bring that shit out of me every damn day,” he tells her, extending his free hand to make your acquaintance. He’s clearly not sorry about the foul language. “Clay. And this is my wife Gemma Teller-Morrow.”

Gemma grabs the beer out of his grip, takes a sip. “If you say so,” she quips. “This old bastard is the President of SAMCRO, and a total fucking scumbag just in case you didn’t know.”

Oh, you knew it—Jax has filled you in on all the Sons’ business. You’re far from clueless.

But Clay doesn’t know that you’ve got all the dirt. “Whatever shady shit you’ve heard... don’t listen to a word. I’m a mechanic and a motorcycle enthusiast.”

“Of course,” you answer with a smile, well aware of Jax squirming uncomfortably beside you all the while. “It’s really nice to meet you two. I’ve heard so much about you.”

Clay is checking you out more than you would like. His sunken eyes survey your figure as if you’re some kind of bike, shiny and new. “Wish we could say the same. Jax keeping you a secret from his family is a crying shame.”

Your man cuts in then, all of a sudden. He’s sick of the blame game, and shifts his position to block you from his stepdad’s unwelcome view. “Alright, can you guys please just thank her for the flowers? Then let’s sit and grab a bite. We’re only staying for an hour.”

Gemma shoots her son a look of spite—planning to keep him here all night—but graciously accepts the roses. “Thanks, doll, these are gorgeous.”

Her husband mumbles underneath his breath, as if he thinks you’re fucking deaf. “Yeah, she really is.”

At that, Jackson erupts, pulling him furiously to the side. “You better fucking stop...”

The queen is taking it in stride. She’s used to Clay’s wandering eyes and doesn’t even care to listen. Beckons you into the kitchen, giving the men a few seconds to fight.

Gemma checks on the food in the oven and pours you a drink over frivolous chit chat. Small talk feels a lot safer than real talk with her, so if this is the course of the rest of the dinner, you’re quite fine with that.

She compliments your dress, which you had taken care to make sure wouldn’t come off as classless—you wanted to look casually elegant, dressed to impress, yet innocent and modest. When you had decided on it, Jax had joked that you look like a virtuous virginal goddess. Which is a big joke to be honest, given that you’re fucking addicted to taking his huge cock and giving him long filthy blowjobs...

“So you seem nice enough,” Gem interrupts your wayward thoughts. “Guess you’re all pink roses and butterflies and gumdrops?”

She has absolutely zero need to know the facts: that when it comes to Jax, you’re nothing but a dirty little slut. You keep your inner whore mouth shut, batting your eyes theatrically. “Yup—that’s just me. Ain’t nothing else to see.”

“Oh, and you’re sassy,” she laughs as she leads you into the dining room and gestures at your seat, now that the food’s almost ready to eat. Sets the bouquet down on the table as a centerpiece. “Sass and savagery are the key to surviving this family.”

The boys finally arrive, now that Jax is done verbally skinning his stepdad alive. Badly. In the heat of the argument, he had abandoned his kutte and is now wearing only his heather grey hoodie, which makes him look like such a soft cuddly cutie. But nothing about him is goody-goody; he’d made it clear that he will literally pull his gun if Clay dares to refer to his girl as a ‘hot piece of pussy.’

Jax just hopes and prays that Clay will keep it classy. When the old man starts getting tipsy—as he is tonight already, obviously—his remarks inevitably get a little nasty.

“Here I thought dinner would be served,” Clay grumbles, as he sits himself at the head of the table. He’s half-joking with his next words, but just half—there’s a bona fide dickbag behind that big laugh. “Shit’s still in the oven? Get back in the kitchen and do your job, woman!”

Gemma flips him the finger but doesn’t linger. Stows her lioness ego and goes to fetch dinner—she picks her battles, with this chauvinist asshole. When it really matters the queen will make damn sure she comes out the winner.

You motion to stand up and offer to help. But Gemma stubbornly insists that you should sit as she can handle it perfectly well herself.

The next minute or so is spent in awkward silence. Clay grabs another brew, and forces himself not to even look at you; the air is thick and tense. You clasp your boyfriend’s hand under the table so he won’t resort to violence.

When Gemma comes back to the dining room with heaps of food in hand, you notice that she’s taken off her slick black leather jacket, revealing a white floral blouse underneath it instead. You notice the side-eye she shoots at her man. Clay’s recent comments must’ve gotten somewhat into her head, got her feeling indignant and heated. She keeps a stone cold face, but you can see the fragile little girl behind her gaze—her heart is twisted, dark and fifty shades of fucked, but it’s an open book, for anyone who takes a good hard look. For anyone who cares to read it.

And somehow, having met the lioness who raised the man you love... you understand him better than you ever have, till now. Vow to yourself that you’ll spend the rest of your life giving him all the love he’s ever needed.

In any event, dinner is finally served and it’s time to eat it.

After a fair bit of small talk, Gemma has had a bit too much to drink and then suddenly brings up the subject of... well, Jax’s cock. “So tell me—what’d you fall in love with? His big heart or his big dick?”

You blink, then blurt out something without bothering to think. “Who says his heart is big?”

Clay bursts out into good-humored laughter at your unexpected answer. “Hah, I dig this chick,” he hollers.

Jax impulsively picks up a steak knife; his stepdad should honestly fear for his life. “Don’t you call her—”

Raising a hand to firmly press against his chest, you hold him back. “It’s fine, Jax; really, I don’t mind. ‘Chick’ isn’t even negative. Don’t get all oversensitive. It’s fine.”

He takes a seat, but still he seethes, growling through gritted teeth. “You on their side or mine?”

You shrug. Playing it cool so you can be his rock, though truly everything about this evening has you shook as fuck. “Just fitting in behind enemy lines.”

Jax releases a deep sigh, still breathing heavily. “Fine. As long as you know who’s the enemy.”

Clay shakes his head, snickering as he tears a crust of bread. “Enemy? C’mon, son, that’s no way to talk about your perfect white-picket-fence family...”

Everyone at this table knows full well that if the Teller-Morrows had a fence, it would be inked in black and stained in bloody red—permanently—from all the deadly crimes that SAMCRO has committed. Sure as hell wouldn’t be white.

The mood just got a little bit too heavy; tipsy Gemma tries to make it light. “Enemy’s probably right. It’s a damn war in this house every night. What fun is life without a little fight?”

She winks at you across the table. Just a friendly little gesture, girl to girl. And though she’s mentally incredibly unstable... that’s the first time this whole night that you’ve felt comfortable. That little gesture really means the world.

So long as you can count the queen among your friends, you’re on the right side of the Teller-Morrows’ bloody picket fence.

As dinner continues, the conversation takes a turn toward innocuous bullshit like weather and uneventful local news. Thankfully then the air in the room gets a little less tense.

... That is until Clay sets an ominous tone again, scowling across the table at his stepson. “Jackson. Lemme ask you a serious question.”

Jax is currently chewing a big piece of meat up. He stops; his face drops.

As you tremble in worry, the man of the house carries on with his critical inquiry. “You, uh... mind passing me some of that corn on the cob?”

Oh, that was savage. You can feel the blood return to Jax’s veins, heart picking up its beat again, as your tough guy boyfriend heaves a sigh of relief and pretends that he wasn’t just punked like a pussy-ass bitch. Tries to brush off the dumb prank with swagger and style.

“Now there’s that smile. Haven’t seen it in a while,” the queen mother gladly reacts, raising her cup. There’s nothing in the world that makes her happier than happy Jax. It’s all she ever really wants. And she’s proud of her husband, for once. “You got the kid to lighten up. Good job.”

“Yeah, I ain’t all bad,” Clay laughs, giving the room a rare glimpse of the zero-point-two percent goodness in him. “Now do I get some sugar for that?”

He puckers his lips, taps his pointer finger against them to request a quick kiss.

Gem pretends to resist, but in her twisted fashion she loves the man more than she cares to admit.

Of course he loves her, too. On some level even the most fucked up love built upon a whole lifetime of secrets and lies can be true. “I love you, babe,” he tells her as she pulls away, though she already knew.

And at that, Jax is happy. As fucked up as these sick twisted psychos may be, they’re his family. The love that they share is a sweet thing to see. And he’s fucked up too, obviously—the apple really doesn’t fall far from the tree.

The only person he loves more than them is you. And the way you’ve so bravely and gracefully handled his parents... honestly made him fall in love with his girlfriend all over again. Jax already can’t wait to get back to his place after dinner, and show you just how big his heart and his dick are. Remind you of all of the mind-blowing things that his big dick can do.

Now that you’ve survived meeting his fucked up family... finally... he can spend the rest of the night, and the rest of his whole damn life, loving you madly. And fucking you up, just the way you both love. Badly.

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... Continued in Part 2!

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deliciousangelfestival · 4 years ago

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Wicked Romance

Chapter 1

Character: Mob!Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Steve was hoping to meet the right one until he met her. But is he ready to be with her? He thought his life already dark because of his job. He wouldn’t able to find a woman that strong enough to face the hardship to stand beside him. Turn out his life is nothing compared to her.

Warning: Maybe bad writing? Hehehe forgive me. This is my first time write and posting my own fan fiction on tumblr.

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If an outsider sees Steve, he got everything: looks, money, status. But for him, he lacks one thing; the right person to stand beside him.

But let’s talk about how Steve became the new mob leader.

Steve got raised by his mother Sarah Rogers, it was until he retired from the military he reconnected with his father again.

He thought his father, Joseph Rogers owns a security firm every time he visits him when he was a kid after his parents divorced. Until he reaches a certain age he realized his father actually is a mob boss. He found his childhood friend Bucky, they went to the army together, also working with his father after he got into an accident that cost his left arm.

He owes it to his father, but Joseph doesn’t need his son to pay his debt. He only wanted his son to stay with him. Joseph has everything, but he missing two things; his lovely wife and his son.

Joseph loves Sarah, but he forgot she doesn’t come from a mobster background. When they got married, she was overwhelmed. Looking at her husband coming home with blood on his hands or they need to stay at the safe house when she was 8 months pregnant and when Steve was baby the rival gang tried to hurt her and their son.

Sarah admitted to Joseph that she couldn’t live like this. In the end, she asks to separated but they never divorced. Joseph never sends the document to the court.

When Joseph retired, he decided to be honest. He went to chase his wife again. With a lot of effort the couple reunited again.

Their love story was so sweet that could make Steve’s teeth hurt. Joseph appointed Steve as the new leader while he enjoys his second honeymoon with his wife.

It’s been 5 years since Steve became the new mob boss, now he’s waiting for the one that could help him write a sweet story like his parents.

Right now around lunchtime at the fancy that owned by Rogers. Steve and others like Bucky and Sam are sitting at the bar. While Pietro is the bartender serving their drinks.

It's a usual day for them but it's a little bit different with Steve this time.

Steve head not looking at his food because notices someone seating near the window. She wearing a dress, not too sexy but he could see her legs. She is completely different from a woman who dressed less to get his attention. The reason is simple Steve is an attractive man, tall, broad shoulder, the expensive three-piece suit that wraps his muscles. He only sits for 3 minutes, few girls try to seduce him but he politely or in a sarcastic way to shoo them.

And the girl who he watched for a while won’t budge to turned around. It poked his ego a little bit. He quite used to with the flirt and attention.

“You still staring at her.”

Bucky’s words made Steve snap up from his trance.

Steve shook his head, he couldn’t help it because he wants to see the woman face who sitting alone.

“Pfft.”

Someone who holds his laughter. Three of them turn their gaze towards the bartender served their drink.

“Something funny Pietro?” Steve raised his eyebrows.

“I’m just surprised my boss lose his game before approaching Miss Lilly.”

Steve tilts his head “You knew her name?”

Pietro nodded while whipping the glass with cloth “Yup, the gorgeous lady that always left a big tip.”

“She has become a regular?” Sam asks surprised.

“Perhaps, it’s difficult to forget her since the first time she came here.” Pietro is a sucker for a beautiful woman.

He put the clean glass on the shelf “The day she came here also the first day Peter Peter start his job.”

The alpha male grunted when Parker’s name mentioned. That kid is troublesome. He always late for his job and clumsy, but he’s the best chef assistant according to Wanda who the head chef at the restaurant.

“So she’s been our customer for 5 months. How come we never notice her?” Sam whispered asking. They always come here every day for lunch and dinner.

Pietro raised his shoulder “Usually she only stays for 10 minutes after buying one drink. Then she left. This is the first time she asks for a table.”

After hearing the info from Pietro, Steve looking at her back once again.

“Steve, if you don’t talk to her I will,” Sam said while moving from his seat.

Steve stop Sam by grabbing his shoulder “I didn’t say I don’t want to.”

“Go get her punk.” Bucky raised his fist.

Steve nodded, he walks closer towards her table, he doesn’t understand why his heart beating so fast.

He already in his game, using his usual pick-up line and smile, but before his foot stops at her table, she turns her head towards him.

It felt like a slow-motion when he saw her looking at him.

The first moment he looked at her eyes, somehow the time stop and world in only both of them.

She looks at him with a friendly smile. ‘Her eyes,’ he couldn’t look away.

“Hi…” He couldn’t believe he almost squeaked his voice. Steve could feel his face turn red like tomatoes. How he wishes, the situation could change.

‘BANG’

The loud sound came from the gun sound. The door abruptly opened by a bunch of guys who wear suits, some of them holding guns, and baseball bat, and the one who leads them is Brock Rumlow.

Steve cursed, because of the annoying newcomer, he already lost the moment with her. But partly he blamed himself, earlier he wished to change the situation. Be careful what you wished for.

It must be his rival gang who crash his business again. This is the third time in one month. Since Brock became the new head after Pierce died.

“Damn it.” He saw Bucky and Sam already start kicking and punching.

He turned at her, he looks at her with puppy eyes “Forgive me for today’s distraction. You don’t have to pay. It’s free.”

Before she could reply, one guy holding a baseball bat, and swing at Steve but he able to stop it.

“Everyone leave this place !!!” He screamed his lungs out to alarm the guest who still shocked. All of them ran to save their lives.

Steve, Bucky, Sam, and Pietro busy fighting their rival.

No wonder why he had bad feelings, today seems nothing could go wrong. He knew something bad will happen. Turn out it’s Rumlow.

“What do you want Rumlow?” Steve hissed at the uninvited guest.

Brock shrugged his shoulder “Oh nothing, I just want to say hi to my rival, since I became the boss now.”

‘Because of that reason?’ Steve inwardly thought. But he knew why Rumlow did this, he want everyone to know his name since he recently got this position. And this bastard choose his place at the wrong time and the wrong place.

Both of them punches at each other and destroyed the furniture.

Brock always sneaky, he prepares a hidden knife under his sleeves aka phantom blade.

He succeeded stab Steve’s shoulder.

“Urgh.” But because of his muscles, it didn’t go that deep.

Brock brings Steve to his shoulder and throws him to the ground.

Steve landed on the ground while Brock put on a mocking smile looking down at him.

“Boys~”

The seductive voice made both of them turn to see who it was.

Steve widened his eyes when he saw the girl who took his breath away standing in front of them.

When she stood, he could see she’s wearing a skirt that has a high cut on her left thigh. Steve and Brock were taken aback because under the fabric there’s a belt dagger.

She slightly pouted which made Steve thought for a second she looks adorable. But what the hell is she doing here when he already told everyone to leave this place.

She put her right hand on her left chest “It breaks my heart seeing my favorite restaurant destroyed like this.”

Steve somehow felt happy when he knew she like his work.

She grabs the dagger and throws it to Steve.

“I’m lending it to you.” She winked at him, and turn around to grab her coat. She headed to the exit door, easily avoided the fight.

“That’s one hot lady right there.”

“Yeah, she is.” Steve took the chance to give a butthead towards Brock. He doesn’t want this jerk to look at his ‘future date’.

Brock screamed while holding his broken nose “That’s was low, I was distracted.”

“Let’s get this over with. I can’t do this all day.” Steve finally let out his rage towards Rumlow.

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Their fight is done with the result Steve side who won.

“I’ll get you next time,” Brock screamed angrily, his fingers broken by Steve. He got carried by the paramedic.

Steve wiped his bloody nose with a cloth while Bruce pressing his shoulder “Yeah yeah, just not in this place again.” He answered lazily.

He sighed because he’s getting tired of Rumlow childish fight. After his wound got treated by Bruce, Steve went back into the restaurant.

What he saw is a broken window, table, the custom leather chair that imported from Italy also ruined. There will be one person who will be crazy over this, Natasha who also his accountant, and Bucky’s wife.

His shoes step on the broken glass, his eyes locking to the table where she sat.

When he arrived he saw the book she read. Steve notice there is a bookmark inside of it. He doesn’t want to touch her touch without permission but he eager wants to see what inside.

Steve put his hand on his mouth and gasped “Oh f**k!”

“Language you punk!” Bucky and Sam appear from behind. Their face and hands also bruised because of the short fight.

“What’s wrong?”

They got no answer from Steve. He look like a statue still looking at his hands.

Bucky and Sam glanced at the bookmark on Steve’s hand. Both of them smirked.

’When the restaurant re-open, text me: (646)-xxxxxxxx’

Steve’s mind went back to the first time he saw her face and that beautiful smile, then the way she’s not afraid of the craziness that happens today, and she lent him a dagger so he can win.

He didn’t think it wasn’t a thing, but it happened to him.

He fell in love at the first sight.

“We totally lose him.” Sam waves his hand in front of Steve’s eyes.

They could see Steve on cloud nine right now.

“Good for him, maybe he could move on this time,” Bucky murmured.

Sam pointed one critical point “But first of all, we need to tell your wife about today.”

Bucky sighed “That’s the difficult part.”

While his friends busy thinking about how to coaxing Natasha so she won’t stun them with the lecture that could last for the whole day and make their ear hurts, Steve is planning how to renovate the restaurant fast so he could text her.

>>>CHAPTER 2

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animatedrapture · 4 years ago

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RINTOBER: [ Achilles' Heel ]

word count: 2,222

suna rintarō x reader

tags: ambiguous end, implied major character death, angst, implied sexual intercourse, toxic relationship, detailed pain(?)

song: achilles come down - gang of youths

a/n: HALLOWEEN SPECIAL because... death...?

a HUGE thank you, once again, to my wonderful wife, love of my life, bby @toffees-main 🥺 for proofreading the final piece and preventing me from sounding like a dumbass like, twice. also, thank you to @newfriendjen and @kaitycole for beta-reading the initial draft!

"Rin, Rintarō, I love you!" You shouted from the bleachers; a proud smile decorating your features as you cheered for him right after he'd hit the ball to the other side of the net, securing EJP Raijin another point—so close to winning.

His gaze and yours were two opposites of a pole with a pull unparalleled—a pull science can only wish to decipher. He finds you as he rotates through the set up and there's a beam in his eyes, making him break out into a grin you just know he couldn't find it in himself to reserve for later.

That day, that match—Suna Rintarō was named the MVP of the game. He owed it all to you and the swell of his heart with each cheer he heard from you; your voice distinct as if it were the only one that mattered in that whole gymnasium. Perhaps, at least that time, you truly were all that mattered to him.

But not anymore.

The first—the first was the lack of replies, the dryer replies. I love you's met with Love you's and very little effort to hide the lack of sincerity beneath. It began through texts until it was the quick, snipped tone laced with the parsimonious manner he answered you. The act of it was much like an attempt to deprive you of water until you're but withering rose in his grasp that he would rather replace than try to plant again and save.

Just how long were you willing to go without the water you needed to stay alive?

"Rin, love, I'll prepare dinner for us tonight, come home early, okay? I'm cooking your favorite!"

"I'll try," was his reply as you watched each of his hasty movements through your shared bedroom.

"I prepared you a bento, too. It's on the kitchen counter," you continued as he attempted to ignore the way you looked at him similar to the way you look when you're lost and searching for something. He hums in response, and just as he was about to reach for the door, you call out to him, "Rin, where's my goodbye kiss?" in the usual tone you would pull back then when he would forget and pepper you with kisses in retaliation, offering an apology before heading out.

He looks back at you with exasperation, "I'm late, Y/N." He doesn't wait for you to answer before he has the door shut close.

That's how you know he also forgot the food you prepared on the kitchen counter.

Foolishly, the answer to the question was that you were willing to wait until your next life for his love to drown you into bliss again. It's that answer that's disrespectful to the mystery of reincarnation—but you're everything Suna Rintarō wanted you to be; that is, if it was a fool he wanted you to be, you would play the part better than any award winning actor to have ever lived could. Even if it was a miscreant he wanted you to be, some sort of heretic to the laws of the world and the conditions of love. You'd be everything he asked of you. After all, who were you if not his other half?

Who were you if not water to shape into whatever container he put you in, right?

The second—the second was the lies that slipped past such sinful crimson lips. Oh, by the heavens, as if the lack of fondness in the timbre of his voice as he spoke to you wasn't enough to put cracks to the cemented foundation of you and him. Cruel, it's so cruel—you wonder if you're lacking somewhere, have you changed? Are you no longer diamond in the sea of glitter—? Worth not of his time nor the beating of the caged heart you thought you've acquired?

Now when he speaks, even the very sound of his voice reverberates like a sharp spear piercing through your chest without mercy—as if you're Spartan in the Battle of Thermopylae. The lies that come along with them about how training ended late again, or that he's travelling for a match again—Huh? No, you don't have to come, Y/N. I need to focus.

Did he have to lie about who he's with, what he's been doing? It's laughable. As if you wouldn't kiss away the taste of anything that lingered in his lips, if it was blood, alcohol or the lips of another girl. Rintarō, did he not know you enough to know you would surrender to his will no matter what mud followed his footsteps?

Ah, but, what would admitting such things do to his pride? Maybe it's that—or maybe he liked the way the lies were like lemon and salt to a fresh wound. You think, you never thought you could be so masochistic.

Third—the third is the sharpness of his gaze. It's the same gaze, same pair of eyes you've loved for such a long time and you fail not to love to this very moment. You're softer than clouds but now most hollow in comparison to the unacquirable stars among the cosmos—you think they're there but they're just a burst of light, something that has probably died lightyears ago.

It's like chokehold, the fourth—the fourth is like chokehold and he, the assassin. Ruthless—he's ruthless when he looks at you as you're not more than a tedious chore to him and the ring on your finger held no promise of relentless love greater than what a deity could offer.

Foolish—you're foolish. Delusion is a coping mechanism to the ones whose realities have been robbed in front of them—delusion is what you're supposed to call it when you fill your head with all the excuses and all the things you tell yourself have to change. You used to be a masterpiece. A masterpiece to him; as though you're Holy Grail found in a gallery of things that could never begin to hope they would ever amount to you.

Delusion is ignoring the liquor in his lips, the intoxicating smell of his cologne mixed with alcohol and cigarette smoke. You're confused and your reality that seems to have been distorting more often than usual. You question the strings that premeditate fate when it's you feeling the drunkenness and hangover the next day when it should be Suna and the tabloids of "Suna Rintarō spotted in yet another bar." You wonder if each sunset and sunrise you watched with Suna was a mere fever dream when it's you who vomits on the toilet. You, who sobs on the bathroom floor.

"Sfumato," your friend tells you, "The gentle blurring of edges to make rendered objects appear as one with their environment." The edges blur when you call that delusion as love—you only have to wait long enough before both are truly one and the same. The pain disguised as martyr sacrifice to the greatest allegory of love to exist. This is what you're told. They say, "Y/N, you've confused love with delusion," and yet you don't listen.

You don't listen most of all when you're back underneath him but you feel like you're being bloodied all over, stained like wine to a white dress. Yet you allow yourself to indulge in the kisses he's abated you of, you revel in each time you ask him to tell you he loves you and he finally does as he luxuriates you of your desires and of your whines for love—nevermind that he was doing it for himself. After all, it is as the word suggests, a luxury.

Suna Rintarō had become a luxury you couldn't afford, therefore, he did not have any business of giving himself to you. Not unless he wanted to.

Is there such thing as a free reign over the heart of someone? Hand it over as they will but how long would they truly allow you to borrow it—? Borrow it because one never truly surrenders such a vital thing to human functioning. Yes, you are and you have been delusional to believe so.

"You own the entirety of my heart, Y/N," you're unsure whenever it echoes in your head. He brings you enough torture, why must your own brain create such clamor in your head. Was such pain necessary? Is pain to love much like Adam's rib to Eve?

"It's a promise ring, bunny," he said as he tucked your hair behind your ears—his gaze is intense, almost like you would disappear from his sight if he looked at anywhere or anything but you.

You stared at the ring that shone under the light of the restaurant, your vision blurring at the tears welling from your eyes and you try your best to choke in the sob that involuntarily escapes you.

"Hey, Y/N, what are you cryin' for?" He questioned with a chuckle, looking at you with amusement dancing in his eyes while his thumbs reached out to wipe away each tear that betrayed you—falling down your cheeks as he cupped your face.

"I-it's nothing, I—I'm just happy, love," you answer him through your tears.

There's a smile playing across his lips, he tells you, "'m just making a promise that I'll marry you one day, bunny, is all."

You nodded eagerly with a wide smile even as the tears that left you continued to fall, "I'm making a promise to say yes, Rin. No matter what," you answered him through your sobs, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"Guess I should start practicing to get on one knee then, yeah?" He laughed as he pulled you closer, his arms around you, you giggled along with him—it felt like you were molded together to form one perfect piece, like the act of staying there for all of eternity, in each other's arms, would turn you into one. Entangled together in all the right ways—as if Rapture has befallen the Earth and that was your final state as did the universe.

The fifth—the fifth is the screaming, the fights. Who would have thought you would break like a mere twig stepped on in the darkest forest on this Earth? It was under his shoe did you break from; each word that left his mouth was scathing—they didn't feel like a stab or pins and needles to the human heart, they felt like burns of acid that slowly ate at your decaying soul, breaking heart, dwindling sanity.

"I don't get it, Rin! Why do you treat me like this?!" You screamed through your tears, your chest heaving as your lungs tried its best to support you, even when it's already been punctured by the shattered pieces of your heart that continued to beat in separate shards, digging further into your lungs, damaging your ribcage, piercing your throat.

"Please, God, just tell me what to do—Rintarō, tell me what I need to do to turn us back to the way we were, please," you begged, falling to your knees and you let the shattered items on the floor puncture your skin. You felt numb yet your whole body was buzzing. The pain from the pieces of glass from under you doesn't register in your brain because all you can feel is the pain that was spreading from your chest and out into your whole body.

Under his mercy had he turned you inside out and greedily taken every part of you—everything you surrendered on your own volition until you were nothing, not even a shell of yourself but more like a ghost floating through the air. It looked like a battlefield—and perhaps it was. Love was never something you come out alive from. Love was greedy, selfish, treacherous. Love is like an assailant you allowed to enter in the safety of your own home.

"Don't you get it? Y/N, I don't love you anymore!"

No. You think, no. No, it repeats in your head, over and over. Denial. You were in denial, at this conjecture, you were aware of even this.

"I stopped loving you long ago, Y/N. You were dumb enough to stay." Has he always been this truculent towards you? You wonder but you can't recall anything else but the echoing of his words. Words he used like a champion of the battlefield, liberating away the life of his enemies.

No. Don't say that. You don't mean it. No.

Suna thought you would be the arrow to his heel—the one to bring him to his knees in the most torturous of ways. In reality, maybe you were more his heel than the arrow. He was both Achilles and his actions, the arrow that brought him to his own demise.

Sixth—the sixth was sickening grief. You're so unfair. You're so selfish. How could you run away from him, only to scream his name and the tormenting shout of "I love you" that haunted him awake or in his slumber. How could you be so cruel? To let him fall to his knees in front you the way you made him to. Ruthless—you're so ruthless. The pain was the excruciating kind, crashing towards him like ocean waves bringing him farther from the shore and near to wherever you were now. How could you leave him like you did?

After all, what was he if there wasn't you?

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americasass91 · 4 years ago

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Healing Ransom

Hello beautiful people!! This will be my first (I’m sure of many) submissions for @drabblewithfrannybarnes amazing Autumn Challenge! Fall is my favorite time of the year! It’s got beautiful colors! Pumpkin everything! And Halloween? You just can’t beat it! I hope you enjoy this little story. It stars our one and only Mean Sweater Murder Daddy, Ransom!

Verbal Prompts:

“Please don’t be sad for me.”

“Shove it, satan.”

Location/activity prompts:

Walking through a park with leaves

Jumping in/raking leaves

Words: 3.8k

Rating: Explicit(of course it is😋)

Warnings: smut, Ransom being his usual dickish self, slight angst, death of minor character, funerals, sadness, language

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You had only been asleep for about an hour and a half when you were abruptly woken up by a cell phone vibrating loudly.

You open one eye and look towards the nightstand your phone is on. It’s silent. That means it’s his phone.

You smack your fuck buddy on the back of the head. “Ow, Y/N what the actual fuck?”

You turn over and pull the covers higher up on your naked body. “Your phone’s ringing asshole.”

He mumbles something under his breath you don’t quite catch as he reaches for his phone. “It’s Linda. Ugh she’s probably drunk again and calling to tell me how worthless I am. Fuck her.”

He throws the phone down on the bed and gets comfortable. “And why are you still here? You know how I feel about you spending the night.”

You raise your hand and flip him off. “You’re the one that fucked me into submission. I can’t help it that I fell asleep right after. Don’t worry, your highness, I’ll be out of your hair first thing in the morning.”

He’s about to reply when his phone starts vibrating right against your ass. You shriek and sit up and grab the phone.

Before Ransom even comprehends that you have it, you answer.

“Hello, Linda. To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Y/N. Can I talk to Ransom please.” She sounds like she’s on the verge of tears.

You hand the phone to Ransom who looks at you incredulously. “Just take it. She sounds upset.”

He just rolls his eyes and snatches the phone from you. “Mother, why in the fuck are you calling me at 3 in the morning?”

You’re not entirely sure what she’s saying but Ransom went from being annoyed to showing no emotion on his face.

“When?...Who found him?...Okay..well, thanks for letting me know.” He hangs up and throws the phone back onto the nightstand.

He’s silent for a few minutes. He looks over at your questioning stare.

“My father died. Heart attack. His maid found him. Guess he’d been there for awhile.”

You immediately go to pull him into a hug. “Oh, Ransom. I’m so sorry.”

He pushes you away. “Please don’t be sad for me. He was a piece of shit who smoked like a chimney and never took care of himself. It was just a matter of time before something liked this happened.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. “But he was your dad, Ransom. It’s okay to be sad about it.” You reach out and place a hand on his shoulder.

He grabs your hand and yanks you onto his lap. “I’m not sad. I don’t actually feel anything. It’s not like we had any kind of a relationship. Now how about since we’re both awake we go for round 5?”

You just roll your eyes and let him take your body to euphoria once more.

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That following Saturday you wake up to the sight of beautiful changing leaves. God you love Fall. It was the best time of the year in your opinion. Pumpkin everything? Yes please! Halloween? Oh, fuck yeah! Your favorite holiday.

You decide you can’t let this beauty go to waste. You throw back the covers and quickly dress in some leggings and a burgundy sweater you’re pretty sure belongs to Ransom.

You can’t help but admire all the beautiful Fall colors as you begin your walk. You don’t even need music right now. You feel so at peace during this particular morning. All the beautiful colors. The slight chill in the air. The smell of cider someone is selling from a cart up the way. You’re definitely going to have to get some of that.

You spot a pile of leaves on your way to the cart and you have the strongest urge to run and jump in them. You stop walking and look around. You’re alone. Fuck it.

You take off and giggle like a little girl again as you launch yourself at the pile of leaves. You lose yourself in them. Forgetting everything for a moment and just enjoying the freeing feeling. You’re enjoying it so much you almost miss your phone vibrating in your pocket.

You sit up and fish it out to see who’s interrupting your childlike moment. Ransom. You roll your eyes. The only time he calls you is when he wants sex. You’re just going to have to tell him you’re too busy at the moment.

You answer and put the phone to your ear as you lay back amongst the leaves. “Ransom, I cannot come over for some fuckery right now. I’m in my happy place.”

“Y/N. Hey. That’s not why I’m calling. Linda just called to let me know the funeral is tomorrow. I was wondering if you’d go with me?”

He doesn’t sound like himself. Sad almost. “Sure, Ran. Of course I’ll be there. Just let me know what time.”

“Visitation is from 2-4. The funeral starts right after. Then of course we’ll go bury him. Sorry your whole day will be full. I know how much you love your weekends.”

You shake your head and wave your hand in the air as if he can see it. “Ransom, don’t worry about that. This is more important. And besides, Monday is Columbus Day so I have an extra day off.”

“So that means you’ll be able to spend the night with me tomorrow night?”

You feel butterflies in your stomach. He’s never asked you to spend the night.

“Well, sure if that’s what you want.”

“Thanks, I’ll need to fuck all of my frustrations out from being around my family all day.”

Ah, there’s the ulterior motive. You feel your heart sink a little. “Yeah, sure. How about I’ll just come to your place tomorrow around 1 and we can head over to the funeral together?”

“Sure, sure. Look I have to go. I have to try to get this chapter written today. I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Yeah, of course. Good luck with the chapter.”

“Oh and Y/N? Have fun playing in the leaves.”

With that he hangs up. You look around to make sure he’s nowhere around. How did he know you were in a pile of leaves?

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You head into the funeral with Ransom at around 1:45. Despite everything you can’t help but notice he looks handsome in his dark blue suit.

“God I hate funerals.” He says as he gazes around the room. He spots Linda.

“Well, who likes them?” You ask him as she approaches.

She throws her arms around Ransom’s neck. He reluctantly returns the hug.

“Oh, Ransom! I just can’t believe he’s gone.”

Ransom just rolls his eyes as he looks at you. He mouths ‘Help me’

You put your hand on Linda’s back. “Oh, Linda. I’m so sorry he’s gone.”

She lets go of Ransom and turns towards you. “Thank you dear. Even though he wasn’t my husband anymore I still loved him. A part of me always will.”

You glance over at Ransom who’s trying to avoid Walt that just walked in. You can’t help but know how she feels about loving someone like that. You love Ransom no matter what the 2 of you are. You think you always will.

You nod your head. “Of course you will. He was a big part of your life. And he’s Ransom's dad. He’ll always have a special place in your heart.”

She pulls you in for a hug. When she pulls back she cups your cheek. “I’m well aware that you’re too good for my son. But please don’t leave him. He can’t do any better than you.”

With that she heads over to greet more people filing in. You stand there shocked at her words. Linda has never been unpleasant towards you but that was the nicest damn thing she’s ever said to you.

You spot Ransom leaning against the opposite wall as far away from the other people as he can get.

You head over and stop in front of him with your arms crossed. “Ransom, aren’t you supposed to be talking to your family? Letting people give their condolences.”

“Fuck these people, Y/N. None of them gave a shit about Richard. I bet half of the women in this room fucked him at one point.”

You look around wide eyed to see if anyone was paying attention to you. Luckily they weren’t. “Jesus, Ransom be quiet! This is a funeral. And unlike you, some people are here to grieve!”

“Whatever, Y/N! You’re such a bitch. You didn’t like him either! You always called him a creep! So don’t stand there and act live you give a shit that he’s dead!”

Your mouth drops open. God he’s such an asshole! “You know what, fuck you Ransom! I do give a shit! Just because I thought he was a creep doesn’t mean I wanted him to die! I understand you’re grieving right now but that doesn’t give you the right to treat me like shit. Maybe you should find somebody else to fuck out your frustrations on!”

By now the whole room is looking at you 2. You didn’t mean to be so loud but god dammit did he piss you off.

“You know what, Y/N? Maybe I will! Fuck off!”

He pushes away from the wall and stomps towards the door. “SHOVE IT, SATAN!” You can’t help but yell after him. You then take a look around the room and see everyone staring at you. “Sorry about that.” You quickly leave the room and head towards the kitchen area. You hear footsteps behind you. You turn around and see Meg following you.

“Y/N? Are you okay? God he is such a piece of shit.” She pulls you in for a hug,

You return it gratefully. “Thanks but I’m just worried about Linda. She’s already upset and I am certainly not making things any easier.”

She scoffs as she pulls away from you. “Oh, please! She was chuckling when you called him satan. Said it was an accurate name for him.”

You smile at her feeling relieved. “That’s good then. How are you holding up?”

She returns your smile. “I’m okay. Uncle Richard and I didn’t have a close relationship but I’ll still miss our debates we had.”

You nod in understanding. “I guess I should go find satan.”

Before you have a chance to leave the kitchen, Ransom comes in. He comes over and pulls you in for a hug. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I just don’t want to be here and I’m sick of these people pretending to grieve when I know they don’t care and I took my anger out on you. You were nice enough to be here with me today, you don’t deserve how I treated you.”

Your heart skips a beat. He never apologizes for anything. You pull away from the hug and cup his cheek. “It’s okay. Apology accepted. You get a free pass today. Now how about we head back in?”

He grabs your wrist and places a kiss on your palm. “Okay, will you stay by me?”

You pull him in for a quick peck. “Of course, I’m not going anywhere.”

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The funeral was tastefully done. Ransom refused to ride over in the limo with the rest of the family. He said he wanted to drive over with you.

You pull into the cemetery and get out of the car. You look around for the gravesite. You don’t see one. “Ran, where’s the gravesite?”

Ransom just chuckles and points at the hill. “On the top of the hill. He wanted to be buried in the most expensive spot.”

You look down at your black pumps and then over at the slightly muddy hill. Well this should be fun.

Ransom sees your hesitation. “There’s a brick pathway. Your shoes are safe.”

You sigh in relief. Thank god. You follow the crowd that has now gathered toward the path. Ransom follows in step beside you. He grabs your hand and laces your fingers together. You feel those stupid butterflies in your stomach again.

You can’t help but admire the beautiful fall foliage. It puts a smile on your face despite the sad day.

Ransom rolls his eyes playfully at you. “You and your Fall.”

“It’s beautiful, Ransom! How can you not love it?”

You’re too busy looking at all the leaves to notice him staring at you. “Yeah, it is beautiful.”

You reach the gravesite and stand with Ransom near the front. He still hasn’t let go of your hand. If anything he’s holding onto it tighter.

You can’t help but let some tears fall as the minister says some more beautiful words. You chance a glance at Ransom and you see him wipe a single tear from his face. That makes you give his hand a reaffirming squeeze.

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Ransom wasn’t lying when he said he was going to fuck out his frustrations on you. He took you right against the wall as soon as you walked into his house. Then again on the island in the kitchen. And again on the stairs. (You’re sure to have bruises from that escapade). Finally finishing in his bed. You passed out almost right after the last one.

You woke up around 2 am with the urge to pee. You look over and see Ransom’s side of the bed empty. He must be downstairs rehydrating after all that fucking. You decide to quickly pee and then head down to find him.

He’s not in the kitchen like you thought. You’re about to go check his study to see if he’s up writing when you see a light on in the living room. You head in and see him sitting on the couch. His back is to you so he hasn’t realized you’re in the room yet. There’s something sitting on his coffee table. You move forward quietly trying not to disturb him in case he wants to be alone.

When you get close enough you see that it’s a framed picture of him and his dad. Ransom can’t be older than 16. They have their arms around each other’s shoulders. His prized Beemer is in the background with a big red bow on top.

That’s when you hear the sniffling. You quickly round the couch and see that Ransom is clutching a pillow and sobbing into it. You take a seat next to him. You put a comforting hand on his back and rub it up and down in a soothing manner.

He looks up at you, tears covering his cheeks. “You know I think this is the only picture I have of me and my dad. I think he was happier than me that day. He was so proud to pass his car down to me.”

You just smile sadly and pull him in for a hug. He throws the pillow away and pulls you into his lap so that you’re straddling him. You gently wipe away his tears with your thumbs. “I can’t believe he’s gone. I never even knew him, Y/N. And now I’m never gonna get the chance to.” He buries his face into the crook of your neck and tightens his arms around your waist. He starts sobbing again.

You rub one hand up and down his back and run your other through his hair. “Shhh, Ransom. I know you’re hurting. I’m so sorry you lost him.”

“I fucking hate this, Y/N! I hate feeling like this. So helpless. And he fucking died alone. That’s gonna be me. I don’t want to die alone.” He looks up at you so innocently. So heartbroken.

You grab his face with both hands. “Hugh Ransom Drysdale, you’re not going to die alone. If you’re that afraid of it then change your ways.”

He lowers his eyes towards his hands that are resting on your hips. “I just hate feeling this way. I didn’t even know him. Why am I so fucking sad?” He looks back up at you.

“Because you didn’t know him and you’re regretting that. It’s too late to do anything about it now. Unfortunately you’re just going to have to deal with it and grieve. Doesn’t mean you can’t change your other relationships though. So you don’t feel like this ever again.”

He grabs the back of your neck and pulls you in just enough until your lips are touching. “It hurts so much, Y/N. Please help me forget. Even for just a little bit. I don’t want to feel like this anymore.” He pulls you in for a fierce kiss, enough to take your breath away.

After you gain back some control you push against his chest. “Ransom, I don’t think this is the best way-”

“Please,Y/N? Please take the pain away.”

Your heart breaks. You look him in the eye and nod your head. He pulls you back in for another heated kiss. If this was the only way you could take away his pain, even if temporary, you’ll give it to him.

You put your hands in his hair and give it a tug making him groan. One of his hands moves to your ass, making you grind against his growing erection. The other remains on the back of your neck, not letting you break the kiss. He needs you close right now.

He pulls back from the kiss. “Need you, baby. Please.”

You quickly stand up to remove your pajama shorts and panties while he lowers his sweats just enough to free himself. You straddle him again and stroke his length up and down a few times, smearing his pre-cum all over. You guide him to your entrance and sink down on him. “Fuck, Ransom. Always feels so good.”

You give yourself a few minutes to adjust once your hips are flush against his. He settles his hands on your waist while yours rest on his shoulders. You lean in for a kiss before you start moving up and down on him. Moving at the hard and fast pace you know he always prefers.

“Wait, baby, slow down.” He grips your hips to stop your movements. You look at him confused. He always likes it hard and fast. He tightens his hold on your hips and starts grinding you on him. “Just need to feel you, Y/N. Can we slow down?”

Your heart flutters. “Of course.” You take over and start grinding against him. Keeping a slow rhythm. You throw your head back and moan. God he feels amazing. You can feel every part of him like this. Usually he’s going so fast you don’t get to appreciate the feeling of him dragging along your walls like this. This isn’t about reaching orgasm. This is intimacy. This is about feelings.

He buries his face into the crook of your neck. “You feel so good, baby. You take me so well. Like you were made for me. Made to fit me. My beautiful Y/N.”

You can feel tears well up in your eyes. You know this might not feel the same for him but it’s making you fall even more in love with him than what you already were.

You're not going to last long. Not only are your emotions getting the best of you but your clit is rubbing deliciously against his pelvis. He can feel you fluttering on his cock.

He pulls back and looks at you. “Gonna come for me pretty girl? I can feel you. You’re squeezing me so good. Let go, Y/N. I’m right behind you.”

You fall apart at his words. His name is a whisper on your lips. He buries his face back into the crook of your neck as he meets his end with a groan. Filling you up with everything he has.

You both stay like that for a minute. Just holding each other like you were afraid the other would disappear. He pulls back and looks at you again. He tucks a piece of hair behind your ear and smiles softly at you. “I love you, Y/N. God I love you so fucking much.”

You feel tears fall down your face. “I love you too, Ransom. Always have and always will. I won’t let you die alone.”

He pulls you in for another kiss. “No more of this fuck buddy stuff. I’m in this for real. For the long haul. I can’t feel like this ever again. I can live with how I feel about my dad. But you? I couldn’t live with myself if I didn’t at least try.”

“We’re talking about a relationship here Ransom. The exact thing you always said you didn’t want. What if it doesn’t work out? What if you change your mind?”

“It will work out, I’ll make sure it does. I won’t be changing my mind. You’re it for me. But if for some reason you decide I’m not what you want, then at least I can say I tried. I’m willing to regret you for the rest of my life.”

You melt at his words. This is all you’ve ever wanted. For him to love you. Why the fuck were you questioning it?

You lean back in for another kiss. “Okay.”

“Okay?”

You lean in for another kiss. “Okay. But I’m exhausted. Can you take me to bed now?”

He chuckles and stands you both up. “Come on, pretty girl. Let’s get you to bed.”

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You wake up the next morning with the biggest smile on your face. Not only did Ransom confess his love for you last night but it was the most beautiful Fall day outside. You wondered if you could convince him to go for a walk with you.

The smell of coffee hits your nose and you quickly throw back the covers to head downstairs. As you turn to head into the kitchen you find Ransom. He’s dialing a number on his phone. His back is to you.

Curious, you stay behind for a minute to see who he’s calling.

“Hello, Mom? Hi. How are you?...Good….Yeah she’s here, she’s upstairs sleeping. I know, I’m not gonna let her go. Hey listen I was wondering if you wanted to grab lunch with me today, just us?”

You can’t help the big smile that spreads across your face. Maybe Ransom was changing after all.

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veliseraptor · 3 years ago

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So this is in NO WAY PRESSURING, get to this whenever you're bored and have nothing better to do, but I (have still not watched The Untamed) would love to hear any disorganized rambles around your fic 'Punitive Measures', like your thoughts while writing it, how you view Xue Yang's fight/flight/freeze instinct, and/or where you would take the plot if you ever came back to it (again, not pressuring, I'm not asking for a sequel, I'm asking for director's commentary. Also I know the mysterious flute was implying Wei Wuxian, I know that much and not much more.) It's a really fun, quick fic that I enjoy reading through while I keep circling around your longer, more intimidating stories. I aspire to write like you.

oh boy, well, I don't know that I ever have nothing to do but here I am answering this ask anyway, because I like talking about my fic even if I get self-conscious about it.

this entire fic falls solidly into the genre of fic I write that is legitimately just “I’m gonna fuck up this character I love because it’ll be fun and I love to do that” and then just kinda...went for it. actually harder than I was initially planning! my vague sense of what I was going to do with this fic didn’t have Xue Yang down an eye at the end of it.

but when inspiration strikes, what’s a girl to do, etc.

I actually thought recently about writing a sequel to this fic (or, well, continuing into the AU it started, more like) because the concept of Wei Wuxian and Xue Yang being bloodthirsty vengeance brethren is a very good one for me, personally, and at the point their paths would be intersecting in this AU a more plausible one than it would be at pretty much any other time (I would argue, at least in CQLverse). And that’s where I think this would be going. Because Xue Yang would see Wei Wuxian, in his bloodiest frame of mind, powered up with a gorgeous flute of bad vibes and go “fuck yes” even if he wasn’t in a place where he really needed the help.

The question I had was whether Wei Wuxian would be interested in accepting company, and I feel like Xue Yang on that front could be convincing. And the way that the latter would both enable and egg on all the former’s darkest fantasies and impulses...I’m just saying, Wen Chao and everyone he has ever known is in for a very bad time, possibly even worse than they already were.

I invite you to picture in this AU the part where Jiang Cheng and Lan Wangji find not just darker and edgier Wei Wuxian at the end of their scavenger hunt but darker and edgier Wei Wuxian with a friend. A familiar friend! Now down an eye and practically picking his teeth with Wen Chao’s finger bones. :D

since you asked for disorganized rambling I went back to reread and I’ll give you some director’s commentary on a few things

And he’d kind of hoped Wen Ruohan would be too busy figuring out how to deal with his brewing war to dedicate much attention to looking for one absent retainer. And even if he did, Xue Yang had sort of figured that finding him would fall to Wen Chao, who’d probably struggle to find his own ass with two hands.

kicking off this director’s commentary with Xue Yang’s brutal assessment of the competency of Wen Chao.

tbh one of my favorite things about CQL’s involving Xue Yang in the whole Sunshot storyline, despite the merry hell it plays with timeline stuff later, is how obviously little regard Xue Yang has for the Wens, even when they’re at the height of their power. He shows Wen Ruohan himself very little respect, and I can’t imagine anyone else getting more (except maybe Wen Qing, because Wen Qing is competent and if nothing else Xue Yang can respect competency).

and he just like. ditches them. walks out! promises to deliver very powerful magical artifact, and then gets what he wants and is like “smell ya later, peace” and they never catch him.

that’s just a kind of gutsiness and casual disregard for very powerful people that I really both love and respect about Xue Yang. and also that he has in common with Xiao Xingchen, tbh. and Song Lan (though him I think to a slightly lesser degree, partly because he has a little more tact and sense of societal norms as something relevant to be thinking about)! they can all vibe on that.

They took Jiangzai. Well. One of the Wen disciples took Jiangzai in the stomach and Xue Yang didn’t get it back.

this isn’t an important line or anything. I just like it a lot.

Wen Chao gestured again and he went down in a hail of fists and feet. Xue Yang tucked his chin down to protect his throat, curled his hands into his chest, and drew up his knees to guard his stomach.

He knew how this worked. Sure, it’d been a while since someone had beat him like this, but the lessons stuck. It was almost boring, really. If Wen Chao was going to play torture games then he could at least do Xue Yang the favor of trying to be creative.

He checked out the part of his brain that registered pain as anything other than a thing that was happening and focused instead on opportunities. Weaknesses in his assailants. Escape routes. Getting away would be the first thing. Nice if he could take a piece of Wen Chao with him on the way out - arm, or maybe even a head - but the priority was freedom and survival.

okay, this I feel like cuts into some of what you were talking about regarding Xue Yang’s fight/flight instinct, and also a lot of what if, I was feeling pretentious, I feel like this fic is digging into on a level under “what if I just tortured Xue Yang a whole bunch,” which is something about the relationship Xue Yang has to (a) pain and (b) his own body. Specifically, the relative indifference he has toward both. Or...not indifference, exactly, because it’s not like he’s enjoying himself, it still hurts. It’s just...expected.

unremarkable.

which is a lot of what I was trying to convey with Xue Yang’s narration during the whole torture sequence, with the commentary on methodology and how things are mundane or boring, because the suffering itself is mundane! as far as Xue Yang is concerned that’s exactly what suffering is! other peoples’, for sure, which is part of why it doesn’t matter, but also his own.

the world hurts and that’s just how it is and you learn how to cope with that. pain as...a thing that [is] happening.

I also, since you mentioned the fight/flight instinct, think a lot about how Xue Yang is, while he’s very proud and very stubborn, absolutely not someone to pick fights (in general) that he knows he can’t win. Xue Yang will almost always be on the side of “run and come back another day” over “stand and fight when all is lost.” survival, first and foremost.

which feeds into the weird paradox that I kind of hint toward at the end of this fic about Xue Yang as someone who has a definite death drive, who is profoundly obsessed with his own death in a lot of ways, and simultaneously is attached to staying alive above pretty much all else.

“Snap and snarl all you want,” he said. “You’re not going anywhere. And the only part of you I need intact is your tongue, so you can tell me where you hid the Yin Metal you promised. Everything else is optional.”

A prickle of fear rolled down Xue Yang’s spine and he flicked it away, baring his teeth.

I actually do think that, even before they get around to hand-specific trauma, permanent mutilation is one of those things that still scares Xue Yang. which is a short list! there isn’t much that actually either gets to or scares him, but I think the prospect of (further) mutilation does, because I think Xue Yang is very...acutely aware of the fact that his physical capability is a major factor in what has kept him alive and what, in all likelihood, is going to keep him alive moving forward. anything that threatens that capability, that limits him in terms of strength or mobility or otherwise has a disabling effect, is consequently going to be a short road to death, and Xue Yang would much rather die painfully fighting than die as a consequence of not being able to take care of himself.

for Xue Yang, the idea of a return to the kind of helplessness that is tied to his trauma is one of the worst possible prospects to contemplate. in my head this is exacerbated further by the fact that I figure Xue Yang didn’t get much if any medical care post hand incident, meaning that the recovery period was absolutely nightmarish and a whole stretch of time beyond the event itself where Xue Yang was struggling to survive because he’d been damaged.

in some ways I think that period of time probably did more to shape Xue Yang than the moment itself.

Wen Chao grabbed one of the branding irons from a disciple’s belt and pressed it to his stomach. That hurt. More. He clamped his back teeth together so he didn’t make any sound, absorbed the burn, owned it. His. You only hurt if you were alive. And anything you survived made you stronger.

Not that this was actually going to make him stronger. It was probably just going to make him dead. But then again, the worse this went the more resentment he’d have built up. He could use that. Would.

Dead didn’t have to mean finished.

obviously this is pulled almost direct from what Wei Wuxian himself says to Wen Chao. deliberate echoes based on character parallels! we love those.

and yeah, again here about Xue Yang and his relationship to pain, but in a less mundane way this time where it’s about pain as a tool, pain as something he can use. which is another thing about coping, I think - when pain and suffering are a regular part of your life, one way to deal with that can be to convert it into having some kind of purpose or benefit.

which in this case it definitely can. Xue Yang is definitely someone who, I think, has thought a lot about trying to arrange it so he becomes a ghost after he dies. or at least has thought a lot about what he’d do after dying to the person who killed him.

and when you’re a necromancer by trade death really isn’t the end of the line anymore, just the start of a something new. Xue Yang’s relationship to life itself: about as jacked up as his relationships in general.

He felt the snap of bone in his teeth. Pain shooting up the side of his hand, all the way to his wrist, and Xue Yang couldn’t keep himself still enough not to try to wrench himself away. He swallowed his scream and turned it into a laugh. It was funny, wasn’t it? Funny, that he was back here, again. It wasn’t as bad, though. He knew how to take pain, how to breathe it in, make it part of himself, later turn it outwards magnified tenfold. They were old friends. Practically lovers.

two things here:

1. the thread throughout this fic of Xue Yang making things funny so he can deal with them, here brought to you by reliving trauma! because it’s funny! right? laugh about it! just fucking hilarious.

I have a thing about characters basically deciding for themselves to make very unfunny situations funny because it makes them less awful.

2. and look, now he can deal with it better this time! he’s Learned. :) :) :)

Everything splintered. Splintered like bones under a wheel, and first thing he tried to struggle to get away but that just hurt worse and then old old old instincts kicked in and he went still, limp, dead.

“Did he faint?”

Someone nudged him with their foot. One part of him roared to grab that foot and rip it off along with the leg it was attached to. Immediately the same thing that’d made him play dead told him to wait.

at an end point where fighting is impossible and running is also impossible, the only thing left to do is play dead and wait it out. this is very much, in my head, a reversion to a tactic Xue Yang hasn’t used in a very long time and does not want to be using now, because it is absolutely the recourse of the extraordinarily helpless with no way out.

which he has been! and is now, but he really really really doesn’t want to be. Xue Yang has built his life around not being that, ever again.

but here it’s not a move he makes planning to turn it around the way he does, not at first. he gets there, but when he first does it I think it is literally just instinct that goes enough is enough and shuts down.

Wen Chao, Wen Chao, Xue Yang thought. My body’s going to give out before I do.

someone should remind me at some point maybe (or not) to write something coherent about my Xue Yang vs. his own body thoughts. specifically the way that, while Xue Yang is very physical and very grounded, I think he has a somewhat antagonistic relationship with his own body, actually. not completely! he definitely respects what it can do for him! but I think he also treats it a little as a slightly separate entity that’s capable of betraying him rather than as a fully integrated part of himself.

not always! but it’s a little bit there. this idea that sometimes his body, and its capacity to be hurt or damaged, is a weakness that he’d like to be able to forgo entirely, if only it wouldn’t mean losing all the good things about having a body. and that’s present here in this line, for me, where he thinks about himself and his body as slightly separate, and his body as something weaker than its Xue Yang core.

#hope that was enough rambling for you anon jesus christ #confessions of a frustrated writer #i don't even know what to tag this #anonymous #conversating

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erensonly · 4 years ago

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Cuddle Buddies (Bakugou x Black! Reader)

[series masterlist], [previous chapter], [next chapter]

Chapter 12: Movie Night

WARNING: SLIGHT SPOILERS FOR THE DEMON SLAYER MOVIE. PROCEED WITH CAUTION ⚠️

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Walking out the classroom with Mina's arm wrapped around yours, you continue speaking about your favorite show.

"And then he was like 'I've been using you all this time.' Girl, I was shook-"

"Well, would you look at the failures of class A." Here goes this obsessed weirdo again. Every time you see Monoma, he's saying something about the class.

You and Mina continue to walk. You both are behind everyone else and Bakugou was pretty far ahead with Kirishima, Denki, and Sero.

"Just ignore him bro," you heard Kirishima say to Bakugou.

"What? Don't have anything to say?" He's really starting to get on your nerves but you keep it pushing. But he can't keep his mouth shut to save his life.

"And you Bakugou," he starts, putting emphasis on his name," You're the worst here. Your nasty attitude and boring quirk, I really don't know how you get into U.A." That's it.

Making your way to stand next to Bakugou, you can hear him yelling at Monoma. Something about him being a worthless extra.

"Bakugou, don't even worry about this idiot. He knows nothing."

"And you. You think you know everything, but you're weak. You wouldn't stand a chance against my class. Do you even understand what I'm saying?"

That was the last straw.

"Listen here you dirt neck, untalented, worthless, piece of shit. I don't know who you think you are, and I don't know who you think I am, but I will fuck you and you classmates up."

"If I hear you say something about my class, especially Bakugou, I will whoop you, your classmates, and your teachers' ass so bad they won't come back to school for the next few days. You got that, or do I have to show it to you?"

You felt somebody grab your arm. Not knowing or caring who it was, you shake them off and walk closer to Monoma, poking your finger to his chest.

"You got that bitch boy?"

"Y-yeah."

"That's what the hell I thought."

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Walking away, you make your way to your dorm. You were irritated, offended, and angry. You close your door and just lay there on the bed, trying to calm down.

You just couldn't believe that somebody who talked so much stuff, was so weak. You couldn't wait to get your hands on him. And if any of his classmates had a problem, they can get the same treatment.

(really said hands are rated E for everyone 👩🏾‍💻)

You hear someone open the door. You know that it's Katsuki, but you don't really feel like talking, so you turn around and stay silent.

You feel him lay next to you and cuddle up behind you. "You good?" He sounded kinda concerned but not really. He knew that if you got like this that you would be fine within an hour or so.

"Yeah, I'm good."

"You should've let me beat his ass." That's such a Bakugou thing to say.

"I would've did it first. He deserves it. And next time I see him and he even breathes wrong, I'm whopping his ass."

"Not if I do it first."

Turning over, you scoot closer to Bakugou, nuzzling your face in his chest. "Your tits are bigger than mine 'Tsuki."

Pushing your head away from him, he looks shocked and slightly embarrassed. "What the hell do you mean my tits are bigger than yours? I don't got 'Tits.'"

"Yeah you do. And they're soft and squishy. You gotta drop that work out routine babe."

"Fuck off." He rolled off the bed and started to open the door to leave. You knew he was joking but you still got up and jumped on his back. He stumbled but still caught you.

"Come on thickems. Let's go to the living room and see what everyone else is doing."

He smacked your leg and took off running down the hall to the stairs. "Hold on tight, kay?"

Humming in response, he starts to go down the stairs. Reaching the end of the stairs he runs to the couch, chucking you onto it.

Sitting upright, he sits on your lap, mimicking how you wrap your arms around his neck. Wrapping your arms around his slim waist, you copy how he nuzzles his head into you neck.

"Can I join?" you look down and see that weird pervert.

"Get the hell away from me before I kick your ass you shitty extra."

Raising your leg as much as you could, you kick mineta away from you. He landed near the coffee table.

"Can we join?" This time it was Midoriya and Kirishima.

"No-"

"Yes-" You both said at the same time.

"Why can't they cuddle with us? They can be our little children." You jokingly asked that just to rile him up a little bit.

"Because only I can cuddle you." He gripped you a little tighter.

"Fine. Then let me lay on your lap." He got off of you and lied your head on his lap. Kirishima and Midoriya jumped on the couch. Midoriya put his head on your legs and Kirishima put his head on Bakugou's other leg.

"Get the hell off of me- Get your big ass head of my girlfriend, Deku!" The three of you started to laugh. You all just stayed there and got comfy.

"Kacchan, let's watch a movie," you proposed.

"Let's all watch it with the rest of the class."

Everyone agreeing, you all went off to do your parts of the task. You grabbed snacks, Midoriya grabbed blankets, and Kirishima and Bakugou went to gather everyone in the living area.

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Earlier this week everyone in the class had binged Demon Slayer together. Now, it was time to watch the movie.

When you returned to the living room everyone was already there getting into their spots to get comfortable. You, Midoriya and Kirishima got back in your spots snuggling each other.

"Everybody ready?" you asked. Everyone replied yes and you pressed play on the movie.

The movie started off good. A few laughs and chuckles here and there. Some excitement with the fighting scenes. At this point in time, you had gotten to the middle of the movie and nothing too intense had happened yet.

The movie introduced you to the one of main demons of the movie. The room was silent minus some crunching of snacks. Everyone was so enticed and focused on the movie that it was completely silent.

Now it was nearing the end of the movie. They had defeated the weird demon dude, but now Tanjiro was injured. And to their luck, there was now a new demon here.

You moved up a little on Katsuki's lap. You could already feel something bad about to happen. It was way too intense for it not to be something bad. You saw Rengoku fight this insanely strong demon, whilst telling Tanjiro and Inosuke to stay back. He would handle it.

Your heart rate went up a bit, something horrific was about to happen. "Kacchan, I'm worried for him."

"Me too. Don't worry about it too much."

Smoke was all you saw. You thought he had won, but no. He was extremely injured and it was not going well. The demon seemed okay. He was able to regenerate.

Then it happened.

(aye, i'm not finna say too much of you haven't seen it yet, but to tell you how it went. i finished the movie sobbing. literally)

The then silent room was now filled with sniffles and sobs. Why him? Why did they have to take him? You all had grown attached to the characters from the anime as well as this movie and now it was taken away.

The movie was over. Everyone still crying. And by everyone, I mean everyone. Katsuki was trying to hold in his tears and sobs, but it was not happening. By now Midoriya and Kirishima had moved next to each other to cry together.

You climbed on Bakugou's lap and buried your head in his neck, still crying. That's when he finally let go. You both just sat there crying with everyone else.

"Why him?"

"I don't know Katsu."

"They just can't make us get attached and then snatch it away."

" I know."

The wailing had died down and was reduced to sniffles and whispers to each other. Everyone was sad and heartbroken.

"Let's watch something else," Denki proposed. Everyone agreed and you turned on White Chicks. This was their first time seeing it so it was fun watching them laugh at it.

Somewhere in between the movie you must have fallen asleep because now you were in Bakugou's room with him cuddled up to you as well.

You started to regret falling asleep because now you definitely weren't going to be able to sleep for the rest of the night. You grabbed the manga that was on his nightstand and let the sleepless night take you in.

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and that is a wrap. I hope i didn't spoil too much for those who haven't watched it. but a warning, you will cry and if you don't you're a child a satan himself. y'all stay safe and i'll see you soon with another update🖤

#bnha #mha #mha fluff #mha bakugou #black reader #bakugou x black reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #kenmasblackwife

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official-weasley · 3 years ago

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The Battle - (The Irreplaceable Charlie Weasley AU)

Warnings: mentions of death, losing a loved one

Word count: 3,327

Characters: Charlie Weasley and my OC Nova from TICW which you can find here

Charlie

“And then I looked him in the eyes and he just backed down.” Dominik slammed his beer bottle at the table, laughing so hard, finishing his story.

Andrei almost fell from his seat and I brushed a tear away, laughing so much.

“Dom, there is no way the Ukranian Ironbelly just gave up when you didn't give him food,” I said, still laughing.

His story was ridiculous and unbelievable but the way he was telling it was too funny not to listen.

“If that was true mate, you wouldn't be sitting here in front of us.” Andrei followed.

“You bastards, never believing me.” Dom rolled his eyes, knowing full well he was full of it. “You'll see when...”

But he didn't finish the sentence. His eyes widened as he looked at something behind Andrei and me. We both turned around and my heart skipped a beat when I saw Bill's Patronus, moving towards us.

“Charlie. Gather everyone you can. There is a battle at Hogwarts.” Bill's voice said and we all stood up at once.

“Alright!” I clapped my hands together. “For all we know they can be fighting for hours already. Get everyone and send out as many messages as you can, we need to go now!”

“There won't be time to set a Portkey, Charlie,” Andrei said.

“I have to get to my family first, Andrei. I have to tell Nova what is going on. We’ll apparate there and hope for the best.” He nodded and started gathering people around.

All across the village people started apparating, nodding at me or looking taken aback by the sudden change of atmosphere. I was just hoping we weren't too late and the people we have been getting to join us in all these years will be of help during the battle, no matter how many we will be able to inform on such short notice.

I helped Andrei gather and inform as many people as I could before running with him toward the Sanctuary gates.

“Good luck, mate.” Andrei pulled me into a hug before apparating.

I gave him a simple nod, not wanting to say anything that might sound like a goodbye. I watched him disappear, before taking a deep breath and apparating myself.

Nova

“Yummy.” Aoede clapped her hands together.

“Good, huh? You’re going to grow so big and strong eating this broccoli.” I scooped up more food off her plate and airplane it toward her mouth.

“I can’t believe she loves veggies so much.” My mum giggled, watching me feed Aoede.

“Yeah, she never hated them and Andrei made up this story about Veggieland and how their purpose is to make Aoede strong like her dad. Charlie tried involving dragons but Aoede wasn’t having it.” I chuckled.

“I bet he was disappointed.” Mum pressed her lips trying not to laugh as she knew how into dragons Charlie was.

“He said he wasn’t but I know he wants Aoede to like his favorite beasts.”

“Speaking of things you like. You never liked veggies much. Always questioned why they have to be so green and then just pushed them away.” Mum reminisced.

“Shh, don’t tell that to Aoede, she’ll start questioning the Veggieland.”

Before my mum could reply we heard a loud pop outside.

“Did someone just apparate in front of your house?” Mum whispered.

“Nobody knows we live here.” My heart was drumming against my chest.

I carefully stood up, motioning with my head for my mum to take Aoede away. I slowly walked to the front door, my wand at the ready. Before I could walk to the door it flew open and Charlie rushed inside.

“Bloody hell, Charlie. You scared us. Why did you apparate home?” I pulled him into a hug to steady my heartbeat.

“Bill just sent me a Patronus. It’s happening, Nova. He attacked Hogwarts!”

I gasped at his words, following him to the bedroom.

“Everybody from the Sanctuary already apparated. I have to go as soon as possible.” Charlie opened our closet and searched for something more practical to wear.

“You have to go? You mean we have to go?”

“Oh, no. You’re not going anywhere. You are staying here.” Charlie turned around to find me frowning at him, my arms crossed on my chest.

“The hell I am letting you go out there alone.” I tried keeping my voice steady.

“You’re a mother, Nova. You are not going into battle.” Charlie took a step closer, raising his voice at me.

“And you’re a father. Should I make you stay behind then too?”

“Nova, you don’t understand. If Bill is there, so is the rest of the Order and my entire family. I have to go and help them.” He tried putting his hands on my shoulders but I backed away.

“They are my family too! Aoede’s aunt and uncles and grandparents!”

“That’s exactly why you have to stay here! Nova, we almost died when the Sanctuary was attacked if something happens…” Charlie’s voice broke and he bowed his head. “Aoede needs at least one parent and she needs her mum more.”

Silence filled the room after he said those words. My chest was rising and falling fast and my jaw was shaking.

“We are both going and we are both coming back,” I said firmly, taking a cautious step toward him and cupping his face. “We promised in our vows that we’ll stand by each other’s side when facing a dark wizard. This is it. I am not letting you go by yourself. Aoede will be safe here with my mum. She is our Secret Keeper – nobody can get to them.”

“Nova, if something goes…”

“It won’t go wrong. We have each other’s backs. We are in this together. I promise.” I kissed him hard on the mouth and wrapped my arms tightly around him.

“Charlie, Nova is right. You’re stronger together.” We turned around to see my mum standing in the doorway, holding Aoede.

“Daddy!” Aoede started clapping her hands together and extending her arms seeing Charlie, wanting him to hold her.

Mum gave Aoede to him and I gestured for her to give us a moment alone. She gave me a gentle nod and closed the door after her.

“Pumpkin, mummy and daddy have to go somewhere, so you’ll stay here with nana Olie,” Charlie said in a whisper, trying to hide from our daughter how hard this was for him.

“Whele ale you going?” Aoede questioned.

“On a secret mission to bring something really valuable to you, sweetheart.” I ran my fingers through her red locks.

“Ooh,” Aoede gasped, “what is it? What is it?”

Charlie and I exchanged looks, not sure what to tell her. Once Aoede started talking and asking us questions, we made a decision to be as real with her as we possibly can for her age. My parents never hid anything from me and always told me the truth no matter how hard it was to handle and we wanted to do the same with our children.

“Peace, Pumpkin,” Charlie replied. “A piece of cake?” Aoede’s eyes shown and I couldn’t help but get teary-eyed.

“Yes!” Charlie and I said in unison, both nodding.

“We will be back before you know it and in the meantime, you and your nana will go on one of your little…adventures.” My voice broke at the last word and I quickly leaned in to kiss Aoede’s forehead so she wouldn’t see me cry.

“Oh, the flying adventule and veggie adventule and cololing adventule!” Aoede got excited.

“Any adventure you want, sweetheart.” I squeezed her between myself and Charlie, never wanting to let go of our embrace.

“Nova, Charlie you have to go.” My mum opened the door and walked inside.

“I…” Charlie pulled away, looking at my mum and then at Aoede, tears running down his cheeks.

We went downstairs in complete silence. Mum extended her hands for Charlie to give her our daughter.

“No, I can’t.” He turned to me, pleading me to do something. “I can’t leave her.”

“I know,” I swallowed thickly, “I…I know it’s hard. But we’re doing this for her, Charles. For her to have a better future. For her not to worry and have a peaceful childhood. For her to be safe and grow up in an environment where we don’t have to have a Secret Keeper to stay out of danger.”

My voice was shaking and tears were running down my face. I said those things for both of us – to convince both of us to go because we knew that our friends and family need us. I felt awful and every muscle in my body was telling me to let others fight and just stay hidden and I knew that Charlie felt the same way. It broke my heart the way he was looking at our little girl – as if this was the last time he will ever be able to look into her big blue eyes.

“Mummy,” I sniffed as Aoede called me.

“Yes, sweetheart?”

I wanted to step closer to her. I wanted to take her in my arms and tell her everything is going to be alright but I knew that if Charlie gives her to me, I won’t be able to let go of her.

“Why ale you clying?” She was 2 years and 3 months old now but she was as clever as if she was an adult.

“I,” I didn’t know what to say, “mummy will just miss you so much, sweetheart.”

“I will miss you too!” She extended her arms, wanting me to hold her.

“Mummy and daddy have to go.” I nodded to Charlie to give Aoede to my mum.

“Watch each other’s backs, help each other and stay safe,” mum said to us as I hugged her.

“Mummy?”

I didn’t say anything back, it was too painful. We hurried to the door and as Charlie turned the doorknob we both turned around to look at our daughter one more time. I wish we didn’t.

Aoede was pinching her fingers and biting her lip as she did whenever she was about to cry.

“Mummy!” She extended her arms again and released her tears. “Daddy, come back!” She tried desperately to get out of her grandma’s grip, but she held her tight against her body, whispering something to her.

I knew we shouldn’t have cried in front of her – we shouldn’t have appeared weak. I knew that she was going to sense something is wrong and that she will try to make us stay.

“Open the door, Charles! I can’t stand this!” I nudged Charlie to snap him from his thoughts.

He shook his head a little, his eyes finally looking from Aoede to me.

“Let’s go, before she makes us both stay,” I said, my whole body shaking.

“We love you, Pumpkin!” Charlie shouted looking at the door, finally opening it.

“No! Mummy! Daddy, stay!” We heard Aoede cry as we closed the door behind us.

We started running away from the house. We knew that if we lingered around we won’t be strong enough and will go back inside.

“We have…to do…this,” I said between my sobs.

“We can’t…Nova…we can’t leave her like this.” Charlie wrapped his arms around me.

“We have to. We have to. We are doing this for her. She is safe here. Our family and friends need us.” I tried convincing both of us.

“No. You have to stay. She has to have one of us here.” Charlie tried convincing me one last time.

“We’ve been through this, Charles. We are both going.” I locked our eyes.

“Okay,” Charlie bowed his head, “just please be careful.”

“You too.”

“I’m serious, Nova. I almost lost you that day when the Sanctuary was attacked.” He pressed his forehead to mine.

“I know and I almost lost you because you would rather we both die than lose me,” I whispered.

“Okay, fair enough.” Charlie took a deep breath. “But if something happens to both of us…” His voice broke.

I knew exactly what was going through his mind. This wasn’t just about losing me anymore. This was about him as well, about Aoede staying behind, about her being without parents if something ought to go wrong.

“Mum will take care of her. Bill and Fleur will take care of her. Just as if something happened to Tonks and Remus, Harry and I would keep Teddy safe. We trust them the most that’s why they are her godparents, remember?” I tried calming his thoughts.

“Yeah,” Charlie nodded, “she would be safe with Bill and Fleur.”

He gently pulled away and looked at me as he did that night when the Sanctuary was attacked – with fear and barely keeping it together.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, Charles.” I kissed him tenderly before locking our arms and apparating away.

Charlie

When we got to Hogsmeade, everything was quiet. Here and there we saw someone peeking through the window.

“I think everybody went to the school already,” I whispered to Nova.

“We should hurry. We can’t lose any more time.” Nova grabbed my hand and we started running toward the castle.

We’ve met a few older villagers on the way, telling people where to go through the barrier.

Once we got to the Courtyard, I didn't have time to look for any familiar faces or my family. Everything was in pure chaos. I needed a moment to focus and distinguish between our fighters and the enemy.

Before I knew it, I was throwing spells and jinxes in every direction. It was much worse and much more intense than the battle at the Sanctuary but I didn't lose focus. Nova was right, this was for our daughter – for the children to have a better future, for them not to worry about what is going to happen like we had to.

It felt good to fight again and the pure adrenaline in my veins didn't allow me to get tired even though I felt as if I was fighting for hours. I saw Bill fight for a split second with the corner of my eye. And mum and dad as I turned around. There was a moment when I thought I saw Ginny but mum wouldn't allow her to fight, would she?

Before I could think twice about it, I already had two new Death Eaters standing before me, missing one's green light coming from his wand by millimeters. I was able to stun one and disarm the other and there was a new one making his way to me.

Before he could raise his wand at me, someone that I didn't know, hit him with a jinx from behind, and as his eyes widened, he hit the ground. I nodded to the person who saved me from the enemy and looked around to see where I should go next and who should I help to fight.

Nova tried her hardest to not get lost in the crowd and stay as close to me as possible. I felt calmer knowing that and seeing her safe every time I turned around.

“Charlie, watch out!” I heard her shout all of a sudden and I don’t know what made me do it but I ducked down.

With my hands over my head, I turned around and saw Nova slam a Death Eater into a wall, knocking him unconscious.

“Are you alright?” She kneeled next to me.

“I’m fine. Thank you, love. I didn’t see that one at all.” I took the hand she offered me to help me stand up.

“I told you we have each other’s back.” She winked at me and then turned her back to mine ready to fight some more.

I have no idea how long we have fought for. I felt so tired as if we have been there for days. I was proud of myself and of Nova for fighting so bravely but nothing could beat the fact how Harry defeated Voldemort.

I was squeezing Nova’s hand the entire time, watching the events before us unfold. It’s over. I still can’t believe it. It’s over.

Once we snapped out of it, realizing we can put our wands down – the need to defend ourselves no longer present – we started walking around to find my family. I had to know that they are alright.

“Charlie…” I turned to Nova as she called my name.

She looked horrified, her eyes glistening with tears, looking at something on our left. I followed her gaze and felt my heart break when I saw Percy and George crying, leaning over a body.

I have no idea how I had the strength to walk there or dared to see who it was.

I fell to my knees when I saw Fred lying motionless on the ground. I felt Nova’s arms around me, trying to keep me from falling apart even though I knew she was crying herself.

Nobody said anything. Nobody dared to look each other in the eyes. We were all sitting on the floor around my brother. Some were crying, others let their tears fall silently. I was looking at Fred. My eyes switching from his closed ones to his chest desperately trying to find any sort of indication that we might’ve been wrong and that he is okay but to no avail.

I was leaning on Nova’s shoulder her gently stroking my hair. While Ginny leaned on her other side, her hands wrapped tightly around Nova’s arm.

We knew this might happen. We were mentally preparing ourselves to lose someone we love, someone we know. I was selfish to hope that our family will be spared. That we won’t have to go through this. For my mum and dad not to lose a son, for me not to lose a brother, for George not to lose his twin, for Aoede not to lose her uncle.

I didn’t know what to do, I didn’t know how to feel. I felt a part of me missing – a hollow feeling in my chest. I didn’t know if I wanted to cry or shout more. I just wanted to get rid of this pain, of the sorrow. Of the questions that were bombarding my brain – when was the last time you talked to him, what were the last words you said to each other, will Aoede remember her brave uncle?

A voice that made Nova turn around snapped me out of my thoughts.

“Nova, Charlie! You’re okay!” We both jumped to our feet and pulled Penny and Andre into a hug.

I felt relief knowing they were alright. It was hard for us to leave our daughter at home but they had to leave their daughter and their baby boy who celebrated his first birthday just a month ago.

“Oh, Merlin.” Penny gasped when she saw what we were all doing. “Charlie, I am so sorry.” She hugged me again.

“Where are Tulip and Jae?” I decided to change the topic.

I wasn’t strong enough to talk about losing my brother.

“And Tonks and Remus?” Nova questioned.

“Tulip has a few broken ribs and Jae was hit in the head but they will be alright,” Penny said, her voice shaking.

“And Tonks and Remus?” Nova repeated her question.

Penny and Andre looked at each other and Penny shed a tear, trying to keep it together.

“Andre, where are Tonks and Remus?” I looked at him now, waiting for either of them to say something.

“It would be better if you come with us.” Andre’s voice was rasp, barely a whisper, as he gestured for us to follow him.

Nova’s hand found mine and we exchanged a look. Nova bit her lip, keeping her jaw from shaking as from the looks Penny and Andre were giving us, we weren’t sure what we are about to find out is going to be good news.

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