#i still refuse to believe that any of that was real I’m so disappointed

[unbrandedpam]

Oh god. Getting sad again literally what the fuck. I hate-love you disgusting piece of media you could’ve been perfect

[webslingingslasher]

I just did an ab workout and it fucking sucked ass

But as a result… may I raise you, workout out with Peter

It’s a need!

*cleaning out my inbox*

peter’s strength…. so yummy 🤤

you knew exactly what you were doing, but peter didn’t. ‘i bet you couldn’t bench two fifty.’

he’s insulted to say the least. ‘i’m sorry, trouble. you said what?’ because there’s no way you just told him that.

‘i bet you couldn’t bench two fifty. you’re strong, but not that strong.’ peter scoffs, ‘i don’t think you realize how light two fifty is.’

you quirk an eyebrow, ‘oh really? i’d take you up on that bet.’ it’ll be the easiest bet of his entire life. ‘deal. i’ll take you to the gym with me next time, then you can see for yourself.’

that’s how you ended up watching peter grunt under the weighted bar, he’s got three twenty and he’s going so smooth he doesn’t need a spot, but you’re still there just in case. it’s not like you’d be any real help if shit went south.

‘is this your max?’ your words make peter laugh, like your question was adorable. ‘not even close.’ okay, maybe you thought he was stronger than what you originally teased. but him barely sweating at over three hundred pounds has you truly questioning his strength.

‘do you even have a max?’ there’s no way he could bench much more, he doesn’t have the muscle mass to back it up. not that he’s lean, but he’s no body builder either.

‘haven’t found one, no.’ the bar slams down, it bends under the force on each side. ‘there’s no way. i may have been exaggerating at first but you’re not mr. strongman.’

peter’s eyebrow raises like you just challenged him, you didn’t, but he took it as one. ‘wanna bet? give me a number.’

‘four fifty.’ an egregious amount but peter just nods and starts collecting more plates. the second his hands wrap around the bar you stop him, you didn’t want him over performing for your sake. if he hurt himself trying to impress you, you’d never forgive yourself for pushing him to that place.

‘you don’t have to. i believe you.’

peter fingers grip the steel, ‘it’s okay, i can do it.’ you slap his hands away, ‘no, really. don’t do it.’ you don’t care what expression he’s looking up at you with, you refuse to allow him.

‘you’re the one that gave me the number, trouble.’

‘because you were supposed to say no! don’t hurt yourself over this, i’m already impressed.’

peter clicks his tongue, disappointed you’d think of him so shallow. ‘i want to make you impressed at every chance, but i’m not gonna be stupid about it. if i couldn’t do it, id tell you.’

it’s not good enough, it’s a clear expression. peter immediately eats his words, he’s about to show off because you don’t believe him. the second the bar raises off the handle your teeth clench, you peer around the room and familiarize yourself with a very muscled man in the corner of the room. just in case.

no need, peter’s doing it with ease. he’s breathing hard, strained grunts pull from the back of his throat. he can bench it, but it’s not as easy as three hundred.

after four presses you can’t handle it, ‘okay, okay, okay! please stop.’ your hand hovers underneath the bar when it slams into the handle.

peter teases you when he rises from the padding. ‘you could never be the girlfriend of an athlete. what would you do if i broke my leg while drag racing?’

‘kill myself, i dunno.’

peter’s sweating across his hairline, his skin tacky under your touch. he shakes it off, ‘i’m hot.’ you wink, ‘yeah, you are.’

‘next time, just tell me you wanna see me workout. you don’t have to make up numbers, trouble.’

you play offended, ‘i did no such thing.’

‘you didn’t touch a single machine here.’

‘i was emotional support.’

‘i was eye candy, that’s it.’

your arms wrap around his waist, his back damp under your palm. ‘and you are so, so, so yummy. can i take you home and eat you?’

a glare from peter, ‘isn’t that my job?’

[subzeroparade]

*chant* New fic! New fic! New fic!

So excited you’ve posted a new ER fic, and with a teaser for more to come! 🎉🎉🎉

Since it’s been awhile, maybe I poke your brain on what your thoughts on the DLC are (game play, lord, sceneries, anything you’d like to share with us really)? Has it changed your headcanon on any of the characters, or did you find ways to incorporate the new lores into your interpretations? Most importantly, did you have fun?

*tagged for spoilers but just in case - spoilers •‿•*

Did I enjoy it? YES. Did I have qualms with some gameplay bits? YES but I’m a filthy casual on NG+2 or something and generally Not Good at Game. But I beat it. 

As for lore, it’s really a mixed bag. There’s a ton of stuff I’m delighted to have new or expanded lore for - Marika’s origins, Belurat and the entirety of Hornsent culture, Godwyn’s Death Knights, BAYLE???? VILE BAYLE!!!! etc etc (sometimes I listen to Igon’s voice lines just to psych myself up for real life). There are things I need to adjust my headcanon for a little, as well - St Trina, for example, has always been a facet of Miquella himself to me, a sort of alter ego he willingly takes on, which is how I enjoyed writing her in fic. To have her elaborated here as a separate person means taking that a little further if I write him/her/them again, but I think the parallel it draws between Marika/Radagon is hugely interesting as well.  

iirc there are a couple of instances in the base game where lore almost contradicts itself, but I think in some cases the DLC got a little sloppy. The timeline is also way foggier to me now than it was previously. I was a big fan of the idea that Messmer was entirely unknown to his siblings, written out of history after the Crusade (predating Marika ushering in the Golden Age of the Erdtree), but that contradicts the lore we get on Gaius and Radahn as they’re both personally acquainted with Messmer, and makes me wonder which of the other demigods might’ve been aware of him, and under what pretences might they have met. It makes for a lot of fic ideation, but I’m of the opinion that if you’re writing fic, sticking too closely to (the sometimes unhelpful) lore will stultify the work; so I’m trying to pluck little instances of new lore that interest me to bolster the story I want to tell.  

Like most of the fandom I have a huge beef with Promised Consort Radahn, and I’m still struggling with how to work that into my headcanon. To me, there is simply no reason for it. There are no indications of it in the base game, and you have to tie yourself into continuity knots for it to make any sense - and that’s just bad writing. I’m not against retconning things if they serve a purpose, but this was neither useful nor necessary (nor well done), and that’s fundamentally disappointing for a Fromsoft game. The more people aggressively try and justify it, the more I feel like the potential explanations unravel. If we’re going along with the assumption that Miquella *needs* a lord to ascend, we’ve had Candidate #1 since the base game: Godwyn. Half of what we know about base-game Miquella is that he spent time and resources trying to grant Godwyn some form of peace, while his hideous fate hangs over the narrative in perpetuity. And we give Radahn closure literally in the first act of the game. I’m a firm believer in Miquella knowing 100% what he’s about, but in this singular instance blinded by love for Godwyn and an all-consuming desire to *fix this* by resurrecting some nightmarish, malformed version of him. There’s so much juicy story to be told in Miquella refusing to acknowledge the thing he brought back is not his brother, and for all that godhood and remaking the world into utter passivity can do, it can’t retrieve Godwyn’s irretrievable soul. All that to say, I’d even take Malenia as his promised consort - it would made more sense than Radahn, too.

Anyway tldr I don’t have to think about how disappointing that is now, because the fic I’m working on is around Marika’s ascension, and more specifically Messmer and Melina’s upbringing. There’s another on the backburner but I’m on the fence about it since it hasn’t reached an outline stage yet, and I don’t start anything unless I am 100% sure I know how to finish it, and finish it well ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Ty for the ask! As is the case with me, the rest of my musings on the lore come through in fic writing, because those are the texts dumps I’m good at. Here’s a little (young) Melina and Messmer wip as thanks. 

[katcadecascade]

If you believe the lies I tell

This is a preview chapter of my self-indulgent Snowjanus fic. Some of it has been edited to conceal some other stuff I have already wrote. For the entirety of the fic, I am still writing it and once it is completed is when I'll start posting to Ao3.

That will definitely take a while so I wanted to at least share this fun chapter as a new years special.

-

Coriolanus has to formulate a plan on what to stash away from the dining hall, anything to join the muffin intended for Tigris. He has to make backup plans after backup plans if Clemensia ever interferes. This is all he can think about during their class before lunch hour. 

Their calculus lesson had to take a pause for their professor to receive documents from the ink and printer room. Urban Canvill, top student of the subject, was asked to assist. 

“And there he goes, our calculus genius,” Gaius mourns like a nurse bidding a soldier farewell. 

Apollo taps a pencil on his textbook, “I swear there is a calculator in his head, it’s the only explanation.” 

“Or you’re bad at math,” Diana teased. 

“Hey, I scored higher than you last I checked.”

“Well, twins, you’re both beneath me,” Arachne butted in, believing she was always a part of the conversation.

“Okay, can we just all agree we hate math,” Domitia said.

“Minus Urban Canville,” Festus winked. “Get it? Minus?”

Only Persephone Price laughed. 

Gaius fake-yelled, “Boo! Get off the stage!”

“I’ll be here all week, folks!”

“Besides, I don’t think anyone is gonna out calculate Urban,” Florus said, tapping a pencil on Apollo’s head. 

Diana had to interfere before the boys started sword fighting with their stationary. 

“Really? That’s quite the statement.”

No one expected such a mocking tone from Sejanus. 

Coriolanus feels his eyes burning at the rich boy. He gives the attention no mind, soaking in the way their classmates stare curiously or irritatedly.  

“I’m surprised that none of you have tried hard enough to beat Urban’s score.”

“Excuse you,” Vipsania stands up and points at the mocker, “I am one of the top ranked students here.”

“That doesn’t sound like you’re actually the top student. We all know that’s Coriolanus.”

Eyes flicker to him and Coriolanus burns at the way Sejanus said his name. He’s using his name to further make their classmates inferior. 

It’s a brag, is his delayed thought. It’s equally a praise. 

Coriolanus still refuses to visibly acknowledge Sejanus, so he turns to Clemensia, “Do you have any idea what’s going on? It sounds like a mess.”

She tuts, as if she’s a disappointed mother, “They are a mess.” 

While that further infuriates most of their classmates, besides her, Lysistrata giggles at Clemensia. The girls exchange more laughter, like they’re sharing an inside joke. Coriolanus merely raises an eyebrow at her, surprised that Clemensia’s partaking in the biting comments. 

“They can still clean up their act.” 

Sejanus commands everyone’s attention back to him. 

It’s effortlessly done. 

Coriolanus wonders where Sejanus learned to say all the right words. To manipulate the crowd. It’s the opposite of what Coriolanus does. 

Coriolanus Snow charms the audience to keep everything in order. 

Sejanus Plinth riles up the audience for chaos.

“The upcoming calculus test.” He scans his audience, yet somehow skips over Coriolanus. Air is trapped in Coriolanus’ lungs. “Anyone who replaces Urban Canville’s number one spot gets a Plinth prize of my own.” That gets people to mutter about but once again, Sejanus shuts them up. “Not money, that’ll be real boring. I’m offering up a favor.” 

“What are you on about?” Arachne scoffed, “We don’t need anything from-“

“Shush!” Festus nearly throws his body on top of her desk, shoving a single finger against Arachne’s red lips. “Let the man bake!”

Persephone corrects, “Don’t you mean cook?”

“Yes!” 

His enthusiasm is uninterrupted when Felix strong-arms him off the desk. Festus straightens up and behind him, everyone ignores Arachne dramatically gagging into a napkin that Felix passed her. 

Festus explains, “He’s right, we don’t need his money but making Sejanus Plinth do whatever we want? Now that’s a real prize!”

Persephone winces, “You’re making it sound cruder than it would be, Festus.” 

He winks at her, “Only if you think that way.” 

Besides them, Arachne and Domitia shared appalled, mocking faces. 

“Actually, I'm with him on this. It would be interesting to see Sejanus hold his end of the bargain.” Felix Ravinstill approaches Sejanus Plinth, “Anything we ask?”

“Don't make him do anything illegal,” Persephone warns, proving that she really is the nicest girl in class. “That’ll be too far.”

“We’re not that chaotic, can’t let our families find out after all,” Their class president assures her with a smile, but to Sejanus it is anything but warm. “But, Sejanus, don’t think it’ll be anything simple.”

“I would hope not,” he smiles and reaches out a hand.

The most politically rich boy shakes hands with the richest outsider of all of the Capitol. 

A deal has been struck. 

“Sejanus, why are you doing this to Urban?” Gaius asked, so far the only one willing to defend Urban. 

“I’m not doing this to Urban, this is about all of you.” False gratitude has never sounded so much like a threat before. Sejanus has them all eating out of his palm. “Prove that you really are the best and brightest of the Capitol. Also why not have some fun with academic rivalry.”

“I hate calculus, but I admit I’m intrigued,” Apollo grins even though his twin elbows him roughly. 

“This is what finally gets you to take math seriously?”

“Hey, I’d love to win something. After all, it’s gonna be Coriolanus who wins the actual Plinth Prize.”

A few heads turn to the leading candidate for the scholarship money. 

He only has mere seconds to decide what mask he has to wear. Anything to maintain the image of the perfect Snow. 

“Do you really think that Apollo?” Coriolanus performs with a million dollar smile, “Well, one more test to ace isn’t a real problem for me.”

Now that raises everyone’s ego. The chance to take something away from the untouchable Coriolanus Snow. 

He sees in the way Arachne whispers to Felix. As Florus and Apollo immediately plan a study session that Diana of course invites herself in. Coriolanus despises them a little bit more. They just had to prove his thoughts right. 

Everyone in this school feeds off of others’ failures. 

Urban Canville, the challenge, no - the obstacle, arrives and the tension in the room shifts. 

“Why’s everyone staring at me?” 

“We’re just talking about calculus, buddy,” Festus is instantly at his side, very touchy-feely, roping an arm around Urban’s neck, “and how you’re so good at it.” 

Behind Urban’s back, Festus glares at everyone to not snitch. It's mostly aimed at Gaius who does concede. Class resumes without a hitch. 

Coriolanus has to wait until everyone leaves before confronting the most annoying person in his life. Clemensia needed to be placated with a promise of not taking too long, that he’ll catch up later. 

When it’s just them, there’s no more performances. 

“What the hell was all of that?”

Sejanus squirms in his chair, finally acting like his usual, uncomfortable self. 

Seeing this just makes Coriolanus angrier. 

If this guy can behave two-faced so easily, manipulate their classmates, how is Coriolanus’ own mask believable?

He has the urge to pace around, think of better ways to lie, to analyze how exactly their classmates were suckered in by Sejanus. As suspicious as his actions were, they only focused on their own world. 

Pride on the verge of narcissism. 

It was too well played out but it was enough to pique their interest. Coriolanus would be impressed if not for his irritation over Sejanus. Specifically about how he knows Sejanus better than anyone else. 

And right now, Sejanus knows him better than anyone Coriolanus has allowed. 

He stays rooted in front of Sejanus, needing to figure out what’s exactly in his head. 

Sejanus bites his lip, for once considering his words. If only he was always like this. 

“Sejanus,” the name is harsh on his tongue, “tell me, now.”

The command should make him feel powerful, from just the way the he looks up at Coriolanus. But those brown eyes full of pity sends poison down his veins. 

It almost makes Coriolanus squirm, targeted under the weight of Sejanus’ undivided attention. 

“It was the only way I could think of to-”

“To give me food?” His pride takes over, already regretting this conversation. “You’re telling me that you proposed some idiotic bet for all your enemies on the chance that I would accept your generosity?”

He expects Sejanus to lie to him. Or say something absurd like he’s doing this out of the kindness of his heart. How Sejanus’ sense of judgment and righteousness demands to treat Coriolanus like this. 

That’s a terrifying relationship. Coriolanus refuses to be an object that sits pretty for every compliment, to receive a feast for doing absolutely nothing. 

“Yes, I did.” Something just clicks behind those brown eyes and Sejanus’ expression hardens. “You said it yourself, you’re not spoiled. Coriolanus, you’re hard working and twice as stubborn than everyone else.” He stands up, preparing to leave with his bag slung over his shoulder. “You don’t have to win this competition though, that’s up to you.”

He sees it and he hates it. 

Sejanus is trying to rile him up, trap him into admitting that he has something that Coriolanus Snow needs. 

As if. 

“I don’t want handouts.”

“This isn’t a handout. This is a choice.”

He is right. Coriolanus could choose to not partake in zealous efforts of reaching the top. 

But it is not in his nature to lie down and let his competitors gain what he deserves. 

Coriolanus deflects, “So you made a spectacle? That doesn’t sound like you, Sejanus.”

“I’m just speaking your language.” At Coriolanus’ scoff, a reflex to mask his confusion, Sejanus steps closer. He lays a hand on Coriolanus’ arm. “I know you can beat everyone in this class. Do what you do best, Coriolanus Snow. Be at the top.”

An exhilarating thrill buzzes throughout Coriolanus Snow. 

He does not need Sejanus Plinth’s permission. 

It’s natural for the sun to shine brighter than the stars.

For the ocean to knock down sandcastles. 

For snow to land on top. 

The real Plinth Prize waits at graduation day.

But today?

His classmates saw a chance, no matter how small, to best him. It’s maddening to have a target on his back but at the same time, Coriolanus welcomes them to try. Eager to see them all fall. Graduation and university is too far away. After seeing their glimmer of hope, he craves their defeat now. 

This is more than a predator nature or survival instincts born from starvation. This is what Coriolanus truly greeds for. To actually feel like the top of a mountain peak. 

Anyone else would tear at him with teeth and claws, exposing this bloody animal he locks under a perfect mask. Yet with Sejanus it’s a scalpel, a clean cut. 

In an impossible way, Coriolanus feels seen. Layers of flesh exposed and undone, revealing a hungry creature, a void that will devour. 

Beyond status or wealth, Corionlaus Snow can and will dominate any who opposes him. 

It’s a taste of something better than any food served on a silver platter. 

All provided by one Sejanus Plinth. 

He gives Sejanus one last glare before storming out of the room. 

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Thanks for reading!

[prettyrealm]

interview series: doja cat edition

July 27th 2023

doja cat’s current energy:

she’s feeling very affectionate and nurturing right now (i’m assuming towards her relationship/partner) she’s also not taking any sort or criticism nor is she interested in any sort of self reflection at the moment. she feeling herself for sure & feels accepted by the people that matter most to her and that’s what she’s focusing on. people thinking they can criticize her is causing her to be super rebellious and she feels as if she’s claiming personal her authority with the way she’s acting. she feels as if everyone and everything is working against her and out to get her. it’s like she’s right to feel “controlled” but at this point she’s fighting for fighting’s sake. like even if you’re agreeing with her, you’re doing it wrong. she’s trusting her impulses and acting on them and she refuses to let anyone throw her back into self doubt. if im being honest, it feels a bit manic. i think she’s being quite patient in her relationship as well and things aren’t actually going as well as she hoped. she sees the man in her life right now as very careless and irresponsible, not very dependable and even a bit disappointing but she wants to stick by him despite this. i think she’s also still dealing with betrayal from a friend.

does doja cat really hate her music from hot pink and planet her?

no, she doesn’t actually hate her music from these albums. i think she’s just tired of it and is only saying she hates it because everyone else likes it so much. contrarian vibe, but she knows it’s good. i think it’s more about the unhappy emotions she attaches to the music from that time.

is doja cat acting up to get her label to drop her because she doesn't like her contract?

nope.

how does doja cat feel about her fans right now?

she feels the need to disrupt them and get things shaking. it’s like she thinks “my real ones will stay regardless” almost like she’s purging out the fakes. she feels very strongly about them (genuinely love to hatred) and knows they gave her power and she can do whatever she wants with it now (including cuss them out) she feels they need to learn to be their own people and that they’re too superficial and can’t see beyond the surface. she does feel safe for the most part though and as if she can see who’s truly devoted and a fan of her for (what she thinks) are the right reasons

was doja cat ever bullied for being black/biracial?

yes, she definitely was.

did doja cat’s mother contribute to her issues with blackness?

yes, I believe so. not on purpose or in a malicious way or anything though. it seems she just genuinely didn’t know how to raise a biracial/black child, but i think tried her best? there was A LOT of struggle here though.

how does doja cat feel about j.cyrus right now?

she feels he will overcome everything people are throwing at him and she feels he’s quite confident. she wants them to come out of this strong. she feels he deserves a new start.

how does doja cat feel about fans reaction to her dating j.cyrus?

she feels miserable and a bit devastated and i think that may be what caused her to adopt this whole “idgaf” attitude about the whole thing. but in reality, i think she may even have shed tears over this. she knows this is attached to her forever and may even feel insecure in her friendships because of it. she knows people are looking at her like she’s a terrible person.

how does doja cat feel about the allegations against j.cyrus?

i think she thinks he’s been honest and faithful and is choosing to trust in him during this time. i don’t think she even believes in the allegations, she’s choosing to be naive, thoughtless & rash when it comes to this and honestly, straight up stupid. she’s upset about the allegations overall though.

[stevetonyweekly]

SteveTony Weekly - February 11th - Week

I’m traveling this weekend for my niece’s quinceanera so I’m sharing a list of my favorite fics that I posted on twitter last year. It’s still some of my favorite fics of all time, so this week go show them some love or send me some of YOUR favs, and I’ll be back next Sunday with our regularly scheduled weekly reading. 

~*~ 

Open Field in Front of Him by orphan_account

Steve Rogers's football season is functionally over after a loss to Rutgers, but he finds a distraction in Tony Stark (yes, THAT Tony Stark). A college AU Stony fic.

In Trouble Deep by FestiveFerret, SirSapling

"Whoever did this has a reason, and Stark needs to be with someone who can protect him. He won’t exactly be able to protect himself like this.” Fury looked at the baby consideringly. “No, it’s you, Steve. Besides, he likes you. Suck it up, soldier, you’re stuck with him.”

The Twice-Told Tale by arysteia

For someone he'd hero-worshipped for so long, Steve Rogers in the flesh is a pretty big disappointment. For one thing, he keeps looking at Tony as though he reminds him of someone else, and even if he never says anything, Tony's pretty sure it's his father. A lifetime of not measuring up to Howard's expectations is more than enough, thank you very much, and he's certainly not going to make an effort to live up to any of Steve's. Steve's pretty clearly failed to live up to his expectations, in any case, and that's not hypocritical at all.

Bulletproof by foxxcub

At age fifteen, Steve Rogers had been in love with Tony Stark.

By age twenty, he’d (mostly) gotten over it. And then he promptly became Tony Stark's fuck buddy.

dick drunk by mistymountainking

“I’m going to fuck you stupid,” Steve says, pulling away only a fraction of an inch to say it, a promise as deep and certain as the look in his eyes, “and you’re going to take it. Aren’t you, Tony.”

Tony wants a drink. Steve gives him something else.

Sixpence In His Shoe by scifigrl47

Steve and Tony should really read the fine print on what they're signing. Then again, some mistakes are not really mistakes.

Straight on till Morning by Sineala

Tony Stark resigned his commission in Starfleet five years ago, after a disastrous away mission, and he swore he'd never go back. He just wants to be left alone to build warp engines in peace. But the universe has more in store for him than that, as he discovers when Admiral Fury comes to him with an offer he could never have expected and cannot possibly refuse: first officer and chief engineer aboard the all-new USS Avenger, a starship of Tony's own design. What's more, the Avenger's captain is Steve Rogers, hero of the Earth-Romulan War. Believed dead for over a century, Steve is miraculously alive... and very, very attractive.

But nothing is ever easy for Tony. As he wrestles with his secret desire for his new captain and his not-so-dormant fears, another mission starts to go wrong, and Tony becomes aware that Steve has secrets of his own -- and the truth could change everything.

For the Love of a Dragon by Captain_Panda

If it was between you and your dragon, who would you save?

Deep in the Heart of Me by Finely Honed (jaqen_hgar)

Veteran single dad Steve runs a tattoo shop. Pepper arranges for Tony to get that tattoo he always wanted, and he winds up with the mother of all crushes instead. Jumping out of airplanes is one thing, but love requires real courage. Steve struggles with letting someone into his life. Tony tries to keep his heart intact while Steve works on his issues.

Craving a realistic depiction of a romantic relationship featuring PTSD, mental health issues, and characters who discuss their problems? This might be for you. No magic fixes here but a happy ending is guaranteed!

Never Too Late for Love by Sineala

Steve has always believed that a soulbond is a blessing -- a rare and beautiful miracle, joining the thoughts and feelings of two people forever, from the first time they touch. Steve knows he's not going to be one of the lucky ones. He knows Gail isn't his soulmate. But he loves her, even if they're not soulmates, and he's going to do right by her. After the war's over, he's going to marry her, and they're going to settle down. They'll buy a house. They'll have children. He'll see his family again. Maybe Bucky will live next door. It's going to be a good life. He doesn't need a soulbond. He'll be fine without one.

Then Steve wakes up sixty years in the future to find that his wonderful life has moved on without him. His family is long dead. His fiancée married his best friend. And the only purpose he has left is leading the Ultimates, a misbegotten team of superheroes with flaws too numerous to count. Steve hates everything about the future -- but most of all he detests Tony, flashy and flirtatious, who embodies everything Steve hates about a world he never wanted to live in.

And, oh, yeah, Steve has a soulmate after all: Tony fucking Stark.

Toy Soldiers by copperbadge

When Steve Rogers, five foot four and a hundred and ten pounds, met Tony Stark in a bar, he didn't expect it to lead to a relationship. Or that Tony would find out he's not an art student during a SHIELD rescue mission in Afghanistan.

there are still beautiful things by meidui

The day Tony takes Steve home from the New York Army National Guard is the best day of his life.

I've got you under my skin by sirona

Five times Beijing 2008 Olympics Gold Medalist Tony Stark thinks it's going to be no more difficult a job to get ready for London 2012, than what he has just achieved. That is, of course, before Coach Fury comes to visit, and offers him a once-in-a-lifetime chance to be a part of something much bigger than himself. Swimming AU.

The Foodieverse by copperbadge, scifigrl47

It's an AU where everyone works in the food industry. That makes total sense and is definitely not wildly irrational on any axis.

do you fondue? by calciseptine

Tony has done crazy things in the name of food, but falling in love with Steve Rogers really takes the cake.

Homefront by copperbadge

Steve Rogers is a capable leader, a kind and cheerful man, a good friend, a strong role model, and a loyal soldier. He's also teetering on the edge of suicide.

stress relief by romanoff

They don't love each other. They barely even like each other.

The Jar by Sineala

The Avengers are ridiculously competitive people, and what starts out as a silly late-night team discussion quickly becomes a contest: their names. Not the code names -- the nicknames. Who can go the longest without using them? They pledge to spend a week not nicknaming each other, and they'll pay up every time they mess up. This hits Tony the hardest, and not just financially. Tony's got a lot of nicknames for everyone, but most of all for Steve -- and when Tony can't use the names he's already got, the names he uses reveal feelings he had no idea he had.

Celestial Navigation by sabrecmc 

Celestial Navigation: 18 year old Omega!Tony finds himself Bonded to Captain Steve Rogers. He isn't happy about it until he is.

By request, here is CN in one place without other stories and artwork.

ad astra by Areiton 

The first time he kissed Tony Stark, the stars danced overhead.

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Pretty - Aether/Swiss (mature)

It's my first time posting on tumblr so be patient please :)

Here's a little ficlet of Aether and Swiss I wrote today

TW: mentions of body image, talks about weight, fatphobic comments, mentions of ED, NSFW (sex stuff), transgender Aether, transphobic thoughts Word count: 1987

Aether stood in front of the mirror, sobbing softly. His hands clutched at his stomach, and he visibly cringed. He hated his body, his depression getting the worse out of him, making him gain double the weight he was before in a short term of 4 months. His eyes traced over the thousands of stretchmarks littering his body. They were visible on his arms, going all the way to the back, his sides covered in red harsh lines. His stomach wasn’t better. All the way from his core, up to the scars he gained after top surgery.

He felt himself getting sick, at the sight of himself. Flappy arms, big, soft stomach, rolls visible on his sides, no matter how much he tried to suck his stomach in. He gave up, his reflection looking back at him with a disgust written all over the place.

He shivered and closed his eyes, when he heard the bedroom door open. He didn’t want to see the disappointment in the eyes of his partner.

„Hey baby” Swiss’s arms wrapped around him from the back, pressing a soft kiss to his back. Aether only nodded, still not opening his eyes, tears threatening to fall.

He didn’t want to add another burden. Swiss already had to deal with him not being a real man, he had to see those ugly scars on his chest, a reminder of what he was. And now, he was seeing Aether naked for the first time in over 2 months. As soon as Aether’s skin started to give out, he refused any kind of intimacy between them. Because Aether was fat. He was ugly and disgusting. And he was sure Swiss was going to break up with him, not being able to love someone who looked as bad as Aether did. He was once skinny, as a result of his eating disorder, but with his friends help he manager to get over it, only to be tackled down by depression. He couldn’t take care of himself, couldn’t bring himself to eat, only to devour huge amounts of junk food later, when no one was there to see him.

„I love you, you know?” Swiss whispered, his hands softly rubbing over the places where just minutes before Aether was digging his nails in, wishing to rip off his skin.

Aether opened his eyes. Tears started to fall down, no matter how hard he tried.

„What’s wrong pretty boy?” Swiss turned Aether to face him, swiping gently his thumbs over others cheeks.

„I’m disgusting” Aether choked out, and Swiss felt his heart drop. He knew it was getting bad, however he didn’t know it was that bad.

„Why do you think so love?” his voice was gentle, stripped of any judgment, because there was none inside of him. He loved Aether with all of his heart, sometimes feeling like he might burst with the amount of emotion he felt for his partner.

„Because of that” Aether angrily poked at his stomach, jaw clenching „I let myself go, I got so fat my body isn’t keeping up, and now I have those dumb scars everywhere. I. AM. DISGUSTING.” He spat through his teeth, starting to shake.

„Aether, you are so pretty you have no idea” Swiss cupped his cheek and forced him to look up, pressing a soft kiss to his lips „You know what I see when I look at you? I see my perfect boyfriend, whom I love so much, it physically hurts. I see a very brave boy, fighting through the hard times he has right now. And Lucifer, I wish I could take all of that and make you feel better, but sunshine, I can’t. You know it’s okay to struggle, it’s something you always tell our fans, yet have so much trouble believing yourself. Dealing with depression and past trauma isn’t easy Aether, and it’s okay to have worse time, no matter how lon git lasts. As long as you are fighting, or even trying to fight, then you are winning. And so what if your body changes? You are still the same person, the same Aether everyone around you fell in love with. Nothing changes. It only accomodates itself to the amount of stress, and pressure that is around you. But it doesn’t last forever, you know that. However cliche it sounds, after storm there is a rainbow. And when you allow yourself to heal, your body will too. And so what if hard times leave a mark on it? It’s only a statement of your struggle, your fight, your story. People aren’t made only of happy stories. They are made of struggles, and hard times, and it should only serve as a reminder that you were there, fought, and won. Because you will win, WE will win” his eyes were looking straight into Aether’s, full of love and fondness. And Aether couldn’t stand it. He averted his gaze, sniffling.

„You only say that so I won’t feel bad. You don’t believe it” his breath was short and panicked. He couldn’t get his head around the idea that someone might’ve loved him so much, that he was willing to stay with him, no matter how bad he looked.

Aether muttered something under his breath, and his tears started flowing faster.

„What was that?” Swiss asked his brow furrowing, trying to understand.

Aether sighed and repeated.

„I said that the truth is you are repulsed by me. You say all those things, but I know that when you look at me, you feel the need to vomit, not wanting to touch me. You should find someone better, someone you could proudly show off in public, someone you would want to make love to” Aether stuttered, choking on his words.

Swiss slightly chuckled, and brought Aether closer to him, forcing eye contact.

„Aether, I love you, but sometimes you are so fucking dumb. You make me unbelievably horny” as a proof of his words, he moved his hips closer, his semi hard cock touching Aether’s thigh „The sight of you makes me want to drop to my knees and worship you Aether, you are the love of my life, and there is no one I would rather be with or be inside” Aether blushed red at his words.

„Just because we weren’t intimate, doesn’t mean I wasn’t thinking about it baby” Swiss started gently grazing his teeth over Aether’s neck, earning himself a whimper from the other man.

„Now will you, please, let me show you how much I love you?” he asked, confirming with Aether that he was indeed with taking things further.

„Yes” Aether mumbled, his hands finsing his way into Swiss’s hair, pulling him closer so they could kiss. He felt Swiss smile, and seconds later he was picked up with no effort and moved to the bed. As he laid down, Swiss looked at him, taking all of Aether’s nakedness.

„Pretty” he stated, satisfied when Aether covered his face, embarassed. „And all mine” he added with a slight growl, pushing Aether’s thighs apart. He leaned, kissing him slowly, and then making a path of kisses down the other’s body. He kissed every scar, earning soft sniffles from his boyfriend. After confirming that Aether was still okay with his actions, he settled between his thighs.

„So pretty” he muttered again, putting his hands on Aether’s legs to keep them wide open. Aether softly ran his hands through Swiss’s hair, arching his back when Swiss kissed his clit.

He didn’t have time to adjust, as Swiss dove right back in, eating him like a starved animal. He lapped aggresively at Aether’s clit, hard and throbbing, slightly grazing it with teeth, which earned pretty moans from his boyfriend’s mouth. Swiss hummed happily, starting to feel Aether’s slick on his chin, leaking out of his hole.

„Someone missed me” he laughed, sending a wave of pleasure through Aether. The latter whined and pushed Swiss’s face back into his core. Swiss decided to change his tactics, moving his tongue to work inside of Aether. His grip on thighs was strong, leaving multiple marks, as Aether tried to trash around, his body jerking with each move of Swiss’s tongue. He felt Aether clench around him, and moved back, taking his lips of him.

Aether moaned at the loss of contact, too far gone in his own pleasure. Swiss rubbed his fingers between the folds, and pushed inside him. He started gentle, putting one finger in, adding two more as Aether loosened up. He felt his dick get painfully hard, precum starting to stain his pants, when he felt Aether clenching around him. He could only think about how good he was going to feel, wrapped around his dick after such a long time. He crooked his fingers, hitting the correct spot inside Aether, and making him come. He watched in fascination as Aether was squirting around his fingers, his pussy tightening on his fingers as he moved them in and out, dragging out the pleasure for his partner. Feeling Aether trying to push him away, he removed his hand and rose to his feet, looking at his flushed partner.

He made eye contact with Aether, and licked his hand clean, moaning at the taste. Aether only blushed even harder, trying to calm his breathing as his chest moved in fast pace.

Swiss leaned down and kissed him, humming at the feeling of puffy lips moving against his own.

„So pretty” he said for the third time today, moving back to take of his pants and shirt. He stood naked between Aether’s legs,  rubbing his hand up and down his cock, relief visible on his face. He smeared precum over the tip, and motioned for Aether to move up the bed. Aether listened, watching as Swiss got on the bed, kneeling between Aether’s spread legs.

„I’m gonna make you feel so good my pretty boy” Swiss kissed Aether, laying some of his weight on him, hands propped on sides of Aether’s head. He slowly moved, pushing himself inside Aether. He whimpered at the feeling of tightness around him, and Aether’s hands harshly scraping his back.

„I love you so much” he whispered putting their foreheads together, as he started to slowly move his hips. And for the first time this night, Aether didn’t avoid his eyes. They watched each other’s expressions, taking it all in, only breaking it up time from time to share a kiss, as their bodies moved slowly in a steady rhythm. Both of them enjoyed how sensitive their bodies were, how aware they were of every centimeter that Swiss was moving inside Aether.

Swiss moved his lips to Aether’s neck, starting to suck on the skin. Aether moaned, clenching around Swiss, feeling both of them getting closer. And they came, Aether first, while Swiss was leaving another mark on his body, Swiss following soon, after Aether arched his back, pulsing around Swiss’s cock. He allowed his cum to fill Aether, both of them softly moaning at the feeling, their sweaty foreheads touching, fingers entangled.

After they calmed a little, Swiss moved out of Aether, and reached for the bedside table, taking out wet tissues. He kissed over Aether’s body, cleaning them up, and he stood from the bed to throw it out. Once more he looked Aether in the eyes and said:

„So fucking pretty Aether”

The next morning, Swiss took Aether out, proudly parading around, holding his hand tightly as Aether felt stares of random people, mostly directed towards his neck, which was littered with dark bruises. And the other man with stupid grin plastered over his face wasn’t helping. He kept blushing, mostly staring at the floor, but smiling to himself. Cause Aether felt warm inside, he felt loved. And it was okay if he couldn’t love his body just yet, cause Swiss was their to love it for the both of them.

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Remus had some nerve accusing Harry of throwing his parents’ sacrifice aside, when a) Remus had no real way of knowing that Harry was aware Sirius posed a threat to him specifically because I’m pretty sure it’s just Arthur who informs him of this and not any of the teachers. To the teachers’ knowledge, all Harry knew was some guy broke out of Azkaban and wanted someone at Hogwarts dead, but none of them actually told Harry “hey, we think this guy wants you dead.” Like, they didn’t offer him any form of protection and he’s been in danger in the actual castle, why the hell would he automatically go “oh, Hogsmeade is totally where this guy will try to kill me, I should stay in the castle where a whole bunch of people are in danger every year and the teachers never actually do anything about this, I’ll be totally safe there.” There was a big-ass snake just roaming around the entire year before and the teachers accomplished precisely nothing in terms of protecting the students, Harry has no reason to believe he’ll somehow be safer there than in a literal crowd of people and with both of his best friends right next to him and thus capable of causing a hell of a scene if something happens to alert everyone nearby that Sirius Black is present and attacking Harry Potter. Sirius is good, but I’d put my money on the screaming capacity of two pissed off teenagers who just wanted some candy and butterbeer. B) Remus over here is literally helping Sirius, albeit unknowingly, by refusing to tell anyone he’s an animagus. Even if Remus wanted to believe Sirius was getting in some other way, he’s still risking the lives of everyone in the castle because he doesn’t want to disappoint Dumbledore. I can see why they didn’t trust him in the First War, he keeps secrets even when he knows he is putting others at risk. The guy believes Sirius is a Death Eater, a spy, and Voldemort’s second-in-command who is poised to take control of the rest once Harry is dead, and yet he is just staying silent on the matter. Horrible AU where Sirius really was a traitor the entire time and Remus’s silence damns everyone, Voldemort comes back some other way or Sirius just kidnaps Harry for LV so V comes back later

no but that first part!!! i remember reading a fic? post? ab it that literally no one thought about telling harry wtf was going on (story of his life, really) and remus definitely didn’t try. so for him to say what he did? TO AN ORPHAN???? it’s mind bogglingly cruel and i rly wonder why it’s so overlooked. and the fkn audacity to do it when he’s the one disrespecting jily’s sacrifice by giving their alleged betrayer access to their son???????

i’m also afraid that in this Horrible AU, it would do absolutely nothing except send remus into a self pitying guilt spiral guaranteed. nothing more concrete than that.

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Bechloe 😍

BECHLOE WAS REAL AND IM SO MAD THEY DIDNT MAKE THEM CANNON ‼️

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Beca couldn’t believe she’d agreed to this. She would’ve preferred staying in, mixing beats and finding more samples for her arrangements, but after Chloe had practically groveled at her feet to come out, Beca couldn’t bring herself to say no. She told herself she’d put her foot down for once, but when Chloe looked at her with that almost mischievous grin, Beca couldn’t bring herself to refuse her.

So, here Beca was getting ready to go to a party at some sorority house she’d never been to. She’d made Chloe promise she wouldn’t leave her to wander aimlessly through the crowds of sweaty, sticky college kids covered in beer and unknown substances. The red-head swore she wouldn’t let Beca out of her sight, but deep down Beca knew as soon as Chloe started to feel the liquor coursing through her system she would stumble away and leave Beca alone in the endless, confining space of the warm sorority house.

Even though Beca knew Chloe wouldn’t keep her word, she liked to hold out hope that Chloe would stay by her side long enough for Beca to feel that subtle, warm buzz while she inevitably waited for Chloe to return. As Beca thought about the familiar scenario and how awful she would feel without Chloe there to distract her, she began to have second thoughts. ‘Maybe I can skip out on this one…’ Beca thought, staring at the outfit that she’d decided to wear to the party. Her dark mauve shirt suddenly felt more constricting than flattering and she was now hyper aware of the necklaces dangling from her neck.

She didn’t want to disappoint Chloe by flaking at the last minute, but she’d rather deal with Chloe’s temporary disappointment than the smothering feeling of being stuck alone in a house full of stupid, drunk college kids, disaster waiting to happen.

Beca fought with the thoughts in her head, and as if on cue, her phone rang with a notification from Chloe.

Chloe: Ur still coming right?? I'm not going by myself again 😔

Beca laughed. Maybe she would go… or maybe she wouldn’t. She couldn’t make up her mind and Chloe’s unintentional guilt tripping didn’t make her come up with a decision any faster. She grabbed her phone, staring at the text bubble for a moment.

Beca: why don’t u ask Stacie? she’ll definitely go with u

Chloe’s response was almost immediate.

Chloe: Because id rather go with u

Chloe: I feel like we don’t hang out nearly as much as we should

Beca agreed, they hadn’t hung out as much as they used to. Beca didn’t know why. She’d assumed it had something to do with Chloe’s schedule. She missed Chloe, but she never said anything. It was comforting knowing that Chloe felt the same.

Beca: ur right we haven’t. I feel like ur always busy

Beca: plus every time we go out it’s always to somewhere loud and obnoxious

Beca: why can’t we hang out somewhere where we can actually have a conversation?

Beca set her phone down while she waited for Chloe’s response. She knew she wouldn’t have to wait long, Chloe was always quick to reply. She played with the silver necklace Jesse had gotten her for their first anniversary. Even though they’d broken up months ago, Beca couldn’t bring herself to get rid of it. It reminded her of the good times with Jesse and distracted her from the explosive arguments that caused their break up. A notification from her phone caught her attention before she reflected too much on her failed relationship.

Chloe: Ik I’m sorry I’ve been trying to catch up on work

Chloe: if I flunk Mr. Bradshaws class you’ll never see me again 😥

Chloe: Why don’t u like parties Beca they’re fun just give them a chance!!

Sigh. Beca loved Chloe. She really did, but she wished Chloe would just see things from her point of view without Beca having to spell it out for her.

Beca: maybe I’d like them more if u didn’t abandon me to go get drunk when u know I only go to those stupid parties for u chlo

This time, Chloe’s response didn’t come as quickly. Beca told herself it was because Chloe was really considering what Beca had told her before responding. The longer she waited the more self conscious she felt about her response. It sounded a bit mean, but Beca had been dealing with this for an entire semester and she was really getting sick of having to be dragged around by Chloe just to be abandoned. And it’s not that she disliked parties completely, but they weren’t as fun when she didn’t know anyone to bounce of off, that’s what Chloe was supposed to be there for.

………..

Chloe: I’m sorry Beca Ik u dont like them

Chloe: I just thought if I brought u to them enough you’d start to warm up to them

Beca stared at her phone, at Chloe’s message. Beca wasn’t as upset as she once was, now she felt… She didn’t know what she felt, but she knew it was a positive feeling.

Beca: it’s fine chlo I just want the two of us to hang out together… alone lol

Beca didn’t know if that sounded flirty or not. She’d added the ‘lol,’ just in case, but she wasn’t sure if that was enough. Sometimes her and Chloe flirted, but it was always innocent and never backed by anything. It was mostly Chloe doing something to Beca and Beca calling her out. Beca never really reacted because she didn’t know how to. She didn’t know if there was any truth behind Chloe’s teases. At first, she thought it was just jokes, but when someone acts a certain way towards you for so long, you start to question if they’re truly being serious.

And if Beca was being serious… she had feelings for Chloe, she had for a while now. She had no idea for how long at this point, there had sort of always been something that attracted Beca to Chloe. She had never been able to tell what, or maybe it was just Chloe’s overall positive aura that drew her in. She thought it might be Chloe’s boldness. I mean, their first real conversation was in the shower, both of them completely naked. Though Beca had been hesitant to look, she had noticed Chloe’s toned physique, something you could tell she worked for. Her core was tight and toned with an aquamarine-encrusted belly button ring.

Her boobs were perky and Beca could tell she’d recently tanned, it was even and bronze and it complemented the color of her hair so well. Or when she had always tried to stick up for Beca to Audrey, though it constantly fell on deaf ears. There was just something about Chloe that drew Beca in and the feeling had always been there, but now that Jesse was out of the picture, she was finally free to explore her attraction.

It’s not like she was just choosing to believe her delusions, either. Chloe had always acted especially friendly towards Beca. She loved to drop hints towards Beca that she wanted to “experiment” or that she “hadn’t experimented enough.” Beca had a feeling she knew what Chloe meant, but did she mean with her? Beca wasn’t sure. Chloe also loved to grope her. At first, she had been hesitant to be that comfortable with someone, but after Chloe had successfully broken Beca's walls, she began to allow the touches, even started to expect them. She could feel a tinge of concern in her stomach when Chloe didn’t touch her in some way.

She felt comfortable in Chloe’s touch. By her supple, tropical-scented hand lotion, or her matching perfume that made her smell like the freshest fruits. Her gold earrings or her wavy strawberry hair. Everything about her was comforting. Beca had never really felt that with any of her previous friends, only with Chloe. It was a new feeling, she didn’t know whether it was a welcome feeling or not.

Beca was brought from her self reflective ramblings by her phone dinging with a notification.

Chloe: Oh so u want alone time together 😏

There was Chloe’s usual flirting. Usually Beca would try to diffuse a situation like this, but for some reason she wanted to lean into it. She wanted to see how far this flirting would get her. Maybe she could convince Chloe to come over and miss the party. They could watch movies, talk, Beca might even confess her somewhat confusing feelings to her. They might even…

Beca didn’t want to get ahead of herself, so for now she decided to test the waters.

Beca: maybe I do 🥱

Beca: u might see if u skip this party and come over 🖤

Beca hadn’t realized how incredibly suggestive that sounded until she sent it, but she didn’t want to unsend it either. She wanted to see what Chloe would say, so she waited with baited breath as Chloe swiftly sent a reply.

Chloe: Are u trying to coerce me Beca 😨

Beca: idk is it working?

Chloe: tbh yeah 👀

Beca: then yes I am

Beca liked where this conversation was headed. She almost wanted to hit herself for not flirting back sooner. If she had, this might have already been a regular thing for her and Chloe. But this new feeling was invigorating and thrilling.

Chloe: Do u really want me to come over?

Chloe: Cause I will

Beca swallowed hard as she read those texts. She did want Chloe to come over, but what would that entail? By the tone of this conversation, they’d most likely take their relationship to a new level. Did Beca want that? Or more so, was she ready for that?

Beca closed her eyes as she imagined making love to Chloe. Her smooth glossed lips leaving cherry-colored kisses all over Beca’s skin. Feeling her warm, lotioned hands beneath her shirt, beneath her bra. Beca clenched her legs at the thought of it, she started to feel really hot all of a sudden but she didn’t want to keep Chloe waiting, so she responded as quickly as she could.

Beca: yeah I do

Beca: I’m tired of parties haha

Beca waited for Chloe’s reply. She could feel herself getting more excited by the second. Kimmy Jin was gone, so they were free to do whatever they wanted without an audience.

Chloe: Ok I’ll be right over

Wow, this was much more simple than Beca thought it would be. She should’ve done this sooner. As she set her phone down, she looked in the mirror. She was still wearing her outfit for the party. Should she change? Beca thought over it for a moment, she’d spent so long getting ready, might as well let someone see it.

Beca laid back, waiting for Chloe to knock on her door. She wasn’t too far, so she wouldn’t take long. Beca was equal parts nerves and excitement. She’d finally be able to tell Chloe how she felt. It was something she almost wanted to celebrate. Maybe with some alcohol to give her the liquid courage she needed.

A couple minutes later, there was a light few knocks on her dorm door. She hopped up, almost embarrassingly quick, and made her way to the door, making sure to fix her hair before opening it. When she opened the door, she was greeted by one of her favorite sights.

Chloe stood there in a dark blue tank top with an even darker colored cropped jacket, it was unzipped to reveal Chloe’s cleavage that was decorated with a golden necklace with a pearl in the middle. She had flared dark blue jeans and heeled boots on. Her winged eyeliner was more dramatic and smudged than usual and she had a dark stain on her lips, it was almost impossible not to stare. It all contrasted her bright hair and made everything mesh together cohesively. She looked amazing as always. Beca tried to make sure her awe wasn’t obvious, giving the red-head a quick once over before focusing on her face again. It was adorned with a bright smile, as usual.

The familiar scent of papaya and coconut wafted towards Beca as Chloe immediately pulled her into a hug. Beca embraced it, more than usual. She snuggled into Chloe’s shoulder more, wrapped her arms around her waist a little tighter, held her hands a little lower…

Beca pulled away, hesitantly at first. She looked at Chloe who seemed chipper as normal, despite her more intense makeup. She obviously eyed Beca up and down as she welcomed her into the dorm. Beca felt both hot and anxious under Chloe’s blatant stare. Though her gaze didn’t last long, the effect it had on Beca did.

“You’re lucky I love you, Bec,” Chloe joked as she casually sat on Beca’s bed. The bed she’d been sure to make before Chloe came. Beca couldn’t help but notice how alluring Chloe looked sitting with her legs crossed like that, in her flared jeans with that dark makeup, looking at Beca so playfully, like she knew where this night would eventually lead. Beca walked towards her, trying not to make the anxious desire rushing through her detectable.

“I know. I must be pretty important for that,” Beca said, sitting beside Chloe on the bed, once again being greeted by her fruity smelling perfume, a scent she never got tired of. Chloe smiled at her before replying.

“You are… plus, I felt bad for alway dragging you out and then leaving you,” Chloe admitted, her confident, laid back attitude partially being interrupted by genuine regret. Beca had already mostly forgiven Chloe for that, but now with her right in front of her, looking at her with that remorseful look in her eyes, all Beca’s anger seemed to melt away.

“It’s ok. I’m just glad I actually get to talk to you now. I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever,” Beca replied, nervously fidgeting with the layers of bracelets dangling from her wrist. She couldn’t look at Chloe when she had that look in her eyes. It made Beca want to act reckless and there was no room for mistakes tonight. Beca had decided that tonight was the night she would confess her feelings.

“I know, me too, but I’m here now,” Chloe replied. Beca could feel Chloe’s gaze pouring into her and it just made her face feel hotter than it already was. She could feel her lips curling into a nervous smile.

“Yeah, you are. It was easier to get you here than I thought it’d be,” Beca giggled, finally looking up to see Chloe’s smile. It made Beca’s heart speed up, she could feel the rhythmic thumping against her chest, she was almost certain Chloe could hear it, too. Chloe had somehow pulled a bottle of wine from her bag and had already begun opening it. Beca alternated her stare between the bottle and Chloe, she shouldn’t have been surprised but she was. Chloe laughed to herself as she finally got the lid off.

“Did you think it’d be hard or something?” Chloe laughed, taking a sizeable swig from the bottle before passing it to Beca. She wrestled with whether to accept it or not. The liquid courage would help her as long as she didn’t get too drunk. She grabbed the bottle and took a smaller sip than Chloe before handing it back to her.

“I mean, yeah kinda. You don’t like missing parties, Chlo,” Beca said, sitting back against the wall with Chloe soon following suit. Now, they were even closer and Beca could smell the wine beginning to mix with Chloe’s tropical scent. Chloe’s hair fell in framing cascades around her face, the strawberry locks were as soft as fresh linen. Beca wanted nothing more than to run her fingers through it.

“I don’t mind missing a few parties for you, Beca. You know that,” Chloe reiterated, taking another sip of wine and passing it to Beca again. She took it with less hesitation the second time. Beca could tell Chloe was beginning to feel its effects and she wouldn’t let herself fall behind her. Beca was starting to feel herself become more at ease, her shoulders were falling and she could actually make eye contact with Chloe now. She looked as radiant as ever, the alcohol was working to make Beca even more smitten with her best friend. There was a subtle blush to her tan skin, courtesy of the alcohol. With the way the wine was taking effect already, Beca could tell Chloe had pregamed before coming.

“Do I?” Beca joked, eyeing Chloe with a teasing glint in her eyes. Chloe giggled as she put her head down. Beca could see Chloe’s shoulders rise and fall with laughter. When Chloe put her head up, her eyes were sparkly and the red-tinted lip gloss that coated her lips bounced off the lights.

“I know I didn’t make that clear before,” Chloe started, averting Beca’s gaze while turning more red, “but it’s true.” Chloe finished, looking at the brunette with a newfound intensity.

“Well, thanks, Chlo,” Beca responded. She suddenly felt awkward with Chloe so close to her. She wanted a swig of the wine in Chloe’s hand. As Beca reached over for the wine, Chloe pulled it from her grasp. Now, they were closer than ever. Beca could feel the heat between them and Chloe’s eyes made Beca feel… something.

“There’s not much left,” Chloe said, her voice was deep and quiet, maybe because Beca was so close, but that tone of voice didn’t help Beca’s warm face. Beca finally decided it was time to back up, away from that comforting scent. Chloe looked disappointed for a moment, but it was gone as fast as it came.

“D-did you want the last sip or something?” Beca asked, she cursed quietly to herself for stuttering. Chloe’s smile returned as bright as ever. She was clearly enjoying this more than Beca.

“No, you can have it,” Chloe responded, passing the near empty bottle to Beca. She took it, but not without their fingers brushing against each other. Even with that short contact, Beca could already feel the smooth surface of Chloe’s hand.

“If I could have it, why’d you pull it away the first time?” Beca asked, finishing the bottle before setting it on the floor. At some point, Chloe had laid down and put her legs out, covering Beca’s legs with hers. It made Beca suddenly feel a bit better about confessing, clearly Chloe was even more flirty than she was.

Beca knew now was her chance to confess or she’d lose all the courage she’d built up. As the two had a stare down, Beca crept her way up Chloe’s leg, resting just beneath her knee. Chloe tried to make her smile inconspicuous, but Beca could see the corner of her lips curl up.

“I don’t know, I just felt like it,” Chloe teased, eyeing Beca’s hand on her leg before staring at Beca again, taking a detour to gaze at Beca’s lips. Beca scooted closer, careful to make sure Chloe didn’t notice. There was a break of silence between them. Beca supposed she should take advantage of the silence, but the nerves were still holding her back. Chloe had gotten on her phone at this point, giggling at something or someone.

Beca needed to just come out and say it before it ate her alive. “Chlo, I have something to tell you,” Beca started, ignoring the shakiness in her voice. Chloe looked up from her phone immediately like she was waiting for Beca to say something. Chloe set her phone down beside her before sitting up and staring at Beca with intense curiosity. Beca missed the warmth, but this was far more important than that.

“Uhm, the reason I wanted you to come over wasn’t just because I was tired of you leaving me at parties, even though that was annoying,” Beca stated, fidgeting with her hands again to distract herself.

“We haven’t really seen each other lately and I missed you,” Beca continued, she was trying to find the words needed to ease into this, but she couldn’t help but stall. Chloe smiled at Beca’s nervous exterior, she wasn’t really used to seeing Beca’s bashful side… she liked it.

“Aw, I missed you too, Beca,” Chloe responded, waiting for the brunette to continue. She wasn’t trying to rush her, which Beca appreciated, but it meant Beca had to push herself to come out with what she wanted to say.

“Thanks. Uhm… since we haven’t been hanging out as much I’ve been thinking,” Beca almost whispered. Chloe moved closer, simultaneously comforting Beca and making her more nervous.

“About?” Chloe asked, waiting for Beca to finish. There was an anticipating glow in her eyes. Chloe could tell where this was going from the moment she walked in, she just needed Beca to get the courage to say it.

“Us… like, our relationship. Since me and Jesse broke up, it’s made me realize things about myself,” Beca said, finally looking up from her shaky hands to stare at Chloe, her gaze as intense as ever.

“What about our relationship, Beca?” Chloe inquired with a smirk. This was starting to become harder by the minute. Beca knew she should stop beating around the bush, but Chloe didn’t make it easier with her penetrating gaze. She decided it’d just be easier to show Chloe rather than tell her.

Beca stared at Chloe for a moment, unsure. She’d just suddenly stopped talking and she could tell Chloe was starting to get concerned.

“Beca, are you o-“ Chloe started, but before she could finish, Beca bit the bullet and kissed her. Her lips were as soft as Beca imagined and the wine on her tongue made their kiss taste sweet. Chloe melted into the kiss easily, moaning into Beca’s mouth. Beca crawled towards Chloe, holding her back against her. Chloe’s hand was already in Beca’s hair, grazing around her scalp. Her lip gloss was smearing against Beca’s lips, but she couldn’t care less.

Beca’s hand gripped Chloe’s shoulder, pulling her jacket off to expose her freckle-covered shoulder. Beca let out a moan as Chloe spread her legs and pulled her between them. They feel against Beca’s pillows with a thud. Beca pulled away and Chloe was already giggling in the midst of trying to catch her breath.

“Beca… I-I don’t know what to say,” Chloe whispered, pulling Beca closer to her. Beca’s chest was falling and rising in quick succession. She didn’t even know she had that in her. She’d never planned to ambush Chloe with a kiss, but it just seemed easier than stumbling through a confession that could never properly convey her feelings for Chloe anyway. Plus, she finally got to kiss her best friend and that was worth every bit of awkward tension.

Beca gazed down at Chloe. Her breasts were glistening under the light as she caught her breath. Her eyes still had the playful glow that Beca loved so much and her once perfectly glossed lips had smudged and transferred to Beca’s.

“I didn’t either. That’s why I had to show you,” the brunette confessed. She was shocked at herself, but Chloe didn’t seem to be. She acted as if she had expected this at some point. Her smile was so captivating, it made Beca feel like she was on cloud nine each time she caught a glimpse of it.

“I was hoping you would,” Chloe whispered, propping herself on her elbows to give Beca another kiss. It was still as passionate as the last, but much more tender, like they had all the time in the world. Her lips were so soft against Beca’s, it made her want to melt against the redhead. Chloe moaned when Beca’s hand found her way onto her scalp, gently pulling at the silky strands. Chloe wrapped a leg around her, the rough feeling of the jeans grazing Beca’s hip as her shirt lifted slightly. She shouldn’t have been surprised that Chloe was a good kisser, but her imagination truly hadn’t captured the feeling of this moment. All the tension, flirty jokes, times Chloe’s hands had stayed on her for too long finally made sense. Chloe pulled Beca closer, arching into her touch as Beca gripped her hips tightly.

Chloe’s hand traveled to Beca’s shirt, pulling at the bottom as her nails grazed her skin. Before Beca could assist Chloe with her shirt, the door began to twist and rattle. Kimmy Jin. They both looked at each other for a split second before separating. Chloe sat up right and Kimmy Jin came in with her friends, looking at them with disdain, as usual.

“The white girl and her friend are here,” Kimmy Jin said in her permanently monotone voice. Beca stared at Chloe, Chloe stared at Beca, and all Kimmy Jin’s friends stared at them before sitting on Kimmy’s side of the room and starting up some game. Beca really wished she had a single room right about now. Chloe giggled to herself before leaning over to Beca, her lips grazing her neck. Beca tensed, this was reckless.

“My roommate will be out tonight if you wanna come over,” the red-head whispered flirtatiously. She knew Beca wouldn’t refuse her, she didn’t have the strength. She never had. Beca just nodded as she watched Kimmy Jin’s friends closely to make sure they wouldn’t be caught. Chloe looked over at the group for a moment, before turning Beca’s face to hers and leaving a chaste, teasing kiss to her lips. Beca wished it could go on forever, but Chloe got up, grabbed the now empty bottle and headed towards the door with a wave and a wink. Beca smiled and waved back. As she left, Beca fell against her bed, put her headphones on, and waited for nightfall when she could finally show Chloe just how deep her feelings went.

[cheetahgirlju]

The Mr. Darcy Standard

Every night, my friends and I spend a good amount of time discussing numerous topics. One of our top conversations last night still lingers in my head. The topic of standards. Growing up on romantic movies like Pride and Prejudice has lifted the bar. Men don’t act like they did in the early 2000s films. They don't chase you around New York begging for your attention. They don't fall in love with you so hard that they have to outburst their feelings in the rain because their love has become too overpowering. It's so disappointing how through time women have had to lower their standards to achieve the most average men.

You're telling me Noah built Allie a house after not seeing her for years, wrote her a letter every day for a year, and waited for her, but my first date was walking to Jack in the Box and the liquor store. I'm not asking for the world, I'm just asking for a decent feeling of actual attraction to males. I know how annoying it is to get the ick for every man. As Snookie said, “Guys are douchebags and I hate them all, they don't know how to deal with women, and that's why the lesbian rate is going up in this country.” I feel as though real love is only constructed by intellectual people, and how many intellectual men are left in the world?

I just want to feel wanted and yearned for. That may be corny but EVERYTHING is painted as corny nowadays. Maybe that's the reason it's so hard for men to be romantic. They probably fear embarrassment but maybe it'll be less embarrassing when you're really really in love. Sometimes I feel as if I'm the issue. Maybe my standards are too high but I fully believe that if someone like Nicholas Sparks can write ‘The Notebook’, then not all hope is lost.

I want the old timey type of love that feels as if it could last forever. I would gladly take what Mr. Big and Carrie had because even though they fought a lot, there was still genuine love there. I genuinely tear up thinking about the possibility of me being alone or even worse feeling alone. Growing up with nothing but toxic relationships as a guide for love, I now just want to know if it's real. I’m tired of boys, bring the men in.

I always try to see from a man’s point of view but I refuse to put myself in incompetent shoes. If The Notebook is unrealistic and I'll never achieve that level of love, even without the house, without the rain, without the letters, and without the book, I’m just talking about their love. Is that so unrealistic? Is love dead? I don’t care if this is corny because this topic spirals through my head constantly. I wonder if I'm wasting time. Will I ever love someone that deeply? I’m not desperate for just anyone. I'm desperate for that feeling, that's why I never have deep connections with men. Because why am I going to waste time with something I don’t deserve. I deserve to be wanted and pursued, but more than that I deserve the mixture of simplicity and complexity that comes with loving someone. Maybe I am desperate, let’s hope my longing will help me in the long haul.

This is just my personal diary and my personal manifestation book where I allow myself to have opinions and allow others to either agree or disagree. So I'll end this by asking if there are any real Mr. Darcy’s and Mr. Bigs out there. I'm not asking for the exact love they had, I'm just asking for their desperation and most importantly their intimacy. Complex and in love. I'll update if I ever get this lol or maybe i'm just delusional.

- By Me <3

[mattatouilletkachuk]

Sunny’s Fall Prompts

Hockey and Football are back and I’m just itching to start writing again.

Rules; The person you send in has to be on my list of who I write for. Please send in the number prompt with the quote and the person you’re requesting for. 😊

1. "Nah. You're a big softie."

2. "Is this really happening all over again?"

3. "is this okay?" "it's more than okay."

4. “My teammates gets annoyed because I talk about you 24/7”

5. “You sent me inappropriate pictures. When I was out in public” 

6. “Your mom gave me pictures of you when you were a baby.” 

7. “You got frosting on your face”

8. “We were never meant to be.”

9. “Don’t lie to me. I know everything”

10. “Don’t – Don’t make me fall in love again.”

11. “Why are you suddenly coming back into my life after I just started to do good.”

12. “it’s absolutely sweltering, how can you still want to cuddle?!”

13. “don’t you dare say a word about my tan lines.”

14. "It feels like I've known you forever"

15. “why aren’t you checking me out?” “do you want me to check you out?” “yes. obviously”

16. “we knew this was just for two weeks right? there’s nothing we can do now except cherish the memories” “that’s so cheesy” “heard it the moment i said it”

17.  “i’m so hot..” “loving the confidence.” “oh shut up.” 

18. “Santa isn’t real.” “You take that back right now or I’m breaking up with you!”

19. “I would like you to stay.”

20. "I didn't mean to fall for you." "And neither did I."
"..Fucking pardon?"

21. "I can't believe I did this again." / "I can't believe we did this again."

22. " My mum asked about you again. "

23. "Stop pushing everyone away."

24. "you can't be bitter now, this was your decision."

25. "Did you break into my house??" "You refused to put up any Christmas (or any holiday) decorations! What choice did I have?"

26. “No more holiday movies. Please.”

27. "I saw that. You just checked out my ass."

28. "You're pretty, I'll give you that."

29. "Sometimes you annoy me so much that I want to start planning our wedding, just so I can very publicly divorce you."

30. “I don’t know what I would do without you and I really don’t want to find that out.”

31. “Why are you lying?”

32. "I like your stupid face. It’s so stupid. It’s so… I like it. Can I touch it?"

33. "Don't tell my sober me that I told you I love you. It was a secret."

34. "So, I asked around and everyone thinks I'm a great catch and would be perfect for you." “Who did you ask?”

35. "What do you want me to do now? Give you a pat on the back? Feed you a treat, give you a belly rub and call you a good boy?"

36. "I'm really disappointed in you."

37. "Don't you realize that I'm trying to ignore you?" “I do, but I don’t like it.”

38. "Silly me to assume you would care."

39. "I'm sitting front row. I always do."

40. "Let's not worry about the future. Let's just take this one kiss at a time."

41. "It was just a kiss." "I know. But does it have to be just that?"

42. “Is that a ring box in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?”

43. A teaches B how to ice skate

44. Going sledding

45. Baking together

46. “You’re so unlike the person I fell in love with at first. Who… Who are you?”

47. "S'mores are perfect when the marshmallows are burnt" "You just can't cook."

48. “It’s finally pumpkin spice latte season!”

49. “If you get scared, don’t come crying to me.”

50. “You look about as miserable as I feel”

[thisgirlnamedblusy]

Hi, could you write about laurel and student reader that in the end if laurel's plan is fulfilled and she ends up with reader but because of reader's abilities and condition she survives. and laurel He gets enraged and out of anger he says very ugly things to reader and that he never felt anything for her and he wishes she was dead. Then they catch her and put her in the psychiatric hospital. And reader is completely devastated. And the police call her to testify and offer her to go see Laurel. She refuses and leaves, but Laurel At that very moment he escapes and finds her.

Yessss, here it it is!!! I hope you like it, and sorry about the language mistakes!!! :))))

I thought you loved me

Pairing: Marilyn Thornhill/Laurel Gates x Fem Student! Reader

Warnings: Angst, bad choices

Word count: 2,958

Summary: She’s not the woman you love, she said that you don’t mean anything to her… You’re devastated

N/A: Requests are open!!! Sorry about the delays, I’m working hard on your requests. I love you all!!!

“Please, don't…” You whispered, seeing the woman you loved take off her mask.

She wasn't the lovely Marilyn Thornhill, the innocent and kind botany teacher. She was Laurel Gates, daughter of a family of psychopaths. The little girl who faked her death and swore revenge on all outcasts, without exception. Your relationship was forbidden, it was a sin, something immoral. Even so, you decided to forget what they could say about you.

That clandestine relationship was the best thing that had ever happened to you. She was your teacher, you were her student. No one would ever accept it. You dreamed of one day leaving Nevermore, Jericho, and living a life together with her, a real life, without having to look around every corner looking for possible accusing eyes. All those dreams were shattered that night, when you discovered her true personality. She was a murderer, a psychopath, she wanted to kill you all, and you weren't sure if she wanted the same for you.

“Get out of my way, (Y/N), I don't want to hurt you,” she told you coldly, leaving aside the shovel with which she had just hit Wednesday, your classmate. You grabbed her arm, pleading. Your eyes were red from crying.

“Stop, please… I love you…” You sobbed. She wriggled out of your grasp in a nasty way, pushing you to the ground.

“I told you to get out of my way!” She yelled, threatening. You cried even more, sitting on the floor next to Wednesday’s unconscious body.

“No, I won't get away, I can't, I can't let you do it!” You said. You pounced on her and made her fall.

“Damn! You're stupid!” Laurel said, rubbing her back, surely due to the impact on the floor. “You wanted it. I was going to take you with me, but now I know you're just another filthy outcast...”

The redhead stormed over to her desk, grabbing a syringe, which contained a different colored liquid than the one she injected into Principal Weems.

You lacked the strength. She had never treated you that way. She told you every night that she loved you, that you were the only thing that mattered to her. Maybe you had been believing her lies for too long, maybe deep down in your heart, you still believed them.

You tried to dodge her prick, but it was impossible. The syringe sank into your skin, and the liquid stung your veins like acid.

“Now you will stay here, you will not wake up until tomorrow, and you will lose the opportunity that I was going to offer you. You're an idiot, (Y/N),” she told you while you faded on the floor.

The last thing you saw was her angry and disappointed look. You couldn't do anything else, you fell into a deep sleep.

“Laurel…” You whispered, opening your eyes. You were dizzy, and a strange liquid was coming out of your nose. Surely the redhead did not remember your miraculous ability to heal yourself, to reject everything that could harm you in any way.

There was no one in the conservatory, but it hadn't been long. It was still night. You got up slowly and wiped your nose. You left the old building, desperately trying to do something to avoid the plans of that woman, the woman you would give your life for, the woman you couldn't stop loving.

Your body expelled that poison and still had a chance to change things, or so you thought.

You went out to the patio, where only Wednesday and Bianca were. You sighed with relief, everything indicated that that nightmare was over. The click of a gun sounded, telling you that nothing really had changed.

Laurel appeared on the scene, holding a pistol, which was pointed directly at the young Addams.

“I won't be able to kill all the outcasts, but at least I can kill you, Wednesday,” the redhead said, about to pull the trigger.

“No!” You yelled and ran towards the young woman, pulling her out of her path. Laurel fired, hitting you in the arm.

“(Y/N)?” The redhead asked, her eyes wide.

You grabbed your injured arm, as it began to heal on its own, leaving only a small scar. Wednesday gave you a grateful nod and she helped you up.

“You should be unconscious! The dose I gave you was for you to sleep for at least 12 hours!” She yelled angrily.

You didn't answer, you just stared at her.

“You are an idiot…”

“I'm not an idiot,” you hissed, finally facing your great love. “I have prevented you from doing something even more crazy than what you have already done. You're not like that, I know you're not like that.”

The redhead laughed evilly, while she gave a dark look of absolute hatred.

“You don't know anything about me, (Y/N). Did you really think that I liked you, that I loved you?”

You nodded, scared of where this conversation was going.

“No, (Y/N). I don't love you, and I can never love you. You are a silly girl, who believed everything I said without questioning. You were just an outcast, you're nothing to me.”

“I…I thought that…”

“You thought… Don't be ridiculous!” She yelled, apparently enjoying seriously hurting your feelings. “I just used you, stupid. You were of no use to me except for fun. The truth is that I really enjoyed stealing your innocence...”

You started to cry and fell to the ground on your knees. You were listening to horrible things, too horrible for you.

“Stop crying!” She yelled at you.

Your two companions watched the scene, horrified.

“You're pathetic. I should have killed you,” she finally said, pointing the gun again, this time towards you.

“Hands up!” Sheriff Galpin, along with the entire Jericho police force, suddenly appeared, pointing at Laurel. “Drop the gun! Now!”

Laurel freaked out, but she didn't stop smiling. She gave you a wicked look and dropped her gun to the ground, leaving the cops to immediately handcuff her.

“You have the right to remain silent, anything you say may be used in your…”

“I'll kill you all! I'll kill you all!” The deranged redhead yelled, as they dragged her out of the school. You never saw eyes so full of anger, of evil.

You couldn't sleep that night. You were devastated. Everything that had happened was not as important as those words of contempt from you thought, was the woman of your life.

The next day your mother was there. They called all the parents to come to take you home. You didn't want to talk to anyone, you wanted to be alone.

“(Y/N), please say something…” Your mother said to you, putting a reassuring hand on your back.

“I don't want to talk to you, mom, I just want to get out of here,” you sobbed, with bloodshot eyes and a broken heart.

“I know, honey, but the police want to take a statement from everyone who was present. I have spoken with the sheriff and he will speak with you this afternoon,” your mother said, sitting on the bed next to you.

“I have nothing to say…” You whispered, hugging the pillow tightly.

“He has also informed me of something that I would like you to tell me, (Y/N)…” She said, in a more serious tone.

“What?” You asked, scared.

“The sheriff has received some information about that horrible woman... They say she abused you...”

You turned scared. Surely Bianca and Wednesday had talked about the argument you had with Laurel on the patio. You couldn't feel more ashamed at that moment.

“That's not true,” you said, shaking your head.

“Honey, I know it can be hard but…”

“I'm telling you that's not true!” You yelled, making your mother recoil.

“For God's sake, (Y/N), calm down,” she said, having an excess of patience that wasn't very normal.

“I'm of legal age, I don't have to explain myself,” you said, deciding to stop talking.

“Oh, dear…”

That afternoon you went to the police station. The sun was no longer shining. You had waited too long, you didn't even have tears left to cry with.

“Well, sit down, please,” the sheriff told you. His son was also detained, it had to be very hard for that man as well.

You obeyed and began to tell what happened, omitting some details, of course. The deputy pointed everything you said, not hiding her pitying face towards you. Your mother wanted to go in with you, but you refused, you didn't want any more humiliation.

“There's something else we need to talk about, Ms. (Y/N),” Galpin said, leaning on the table with his elbows. –“I have received information that this woman, Laurel Gates, has gone overboard with you in some way, is it true?”

“No,” You said dryly, noticing how your cheeks turned red.

“Ms. I understand that it is a complicated matter…. But in the psychiatric hospital they have asked me for a report about all the evils of her. I would not want to leave anything behind.”

“Is she in a psychiatric hospital?” You asked without thinking. The sheriff leaned back in his chair, his gaze questioning.

“Do you mind?” He asked curiously.

Your hands began to shake and you bit your lip until it bled. You were too clumsy.

“No… It's just…” You said, stuttering. The sheriff nodded and gestured for his partner to make a note in her notebook.

“No, she's not there yet, they'll move her in about… 10 minutes,” he said, looking at his watch. “Maybe you want to say goodbye.”

When people said that the police weren't stupid, they weren't kidding. You were so obvious that you wanted to scream with rage. That offer was tempting, one last farewell, one last "I love you." You soon remembered that she didn't love you at all, you remembered the way she used you, the things you did for her, and with her, thinking that she loved you as much as you loved her.

Your eyes filled with tears as your tremors increased. Your breathing quickened dangerously and your heart was beating so fast that it seemed to want to get out of your chest. You were having the anxiety crisis that you didn't have hours before. All events fell on you in that instant, causing you a terrible panic.

“Ms. (Y/N), are you alright?” the assistant asked, looking at you with pity. You shook your head and got up abruptly from the chair.

“Calm down, she can't hurt you anymore,” the sheriff told you, raising and lowering his arms.

“Shut up! Everyone shut up!” You yelled, out of control. You turned to the door and ran, escaping the police station.

You ran without looking back, you didn't even bother to respond to your mother's screams. You had to get to a place that didn't exist, a place where none of that happened.

Soon the light from the streetlights became dim and your strength faltered. You stopped and put your hands on your knees, panting. You didn't know how long you had been running, but the night was even darker. You looked around you and realized you were lost. The road was dark, there was no light. You looked back to see the glare of the streetlights and headed toward the light, shivering now, but afraid.

You walked fast, as fast as your exhausted body would allow you. You started to feel something strange, like someone was chasing you. You ran scared, but soon you collided with something, or rather, with someone.

“(Y/N), nice to see you.”

In front of you was someone who just couldn't be there. Tyler Galpin, the sheriff's son, your lover's monstrous slave. The Hyde that terrified hikers in the woods. He was wearing a convict uniform, along with a torn straitjacket. When you could look a little, you discovered that his clothes were stained with blood. His smile was calm, even loving. You backed away, scared.

“Tyler…what are you doing here?” You asked, wishing you didn't trip as you walked backwards.

“Oh, well, come to look for you, of course. I saw you leaving the police station and I followed you here. You run very fast, it's cool,” he said, with a voice that was too calm.

“Tyler… You should be… You shouldn't be here…” You said, your whole body shaking with terror. You had no choice, you had to ask for help. “Hel….”

You couldn't scream, someone covered your mouth from behind and grabbed you hard.

“Shhh, don't yell, my love,” A familiar voice whispered in your ear. Laurel.

You turned when she released you and you looked at her in astonishment. Indeed, it was her. She was there, just as you remembered her the last time you saw her. You didn't understand anything, but you felt the need to run away.

“La, Laurel…” You sighed, looking horrified at the redhead.

“Did you think you'd never see me again?” She asked, smiling as she gently grabbed your waist.

“You, you were arrested… The sheriff said so,” you stammered.

“You said it, I was,” she said amused, bringing her hand to your cheek. “Having a Hyde under control is more useful than I thought, right Tyler?” She said, looking at the boy, who nodded effusively.

“But, but…” You said, being silenced by a tender, soft, affectionate kiss.

“Oh, my love, I missed you so much…” She whispered to you.

Tears ran down your cheeks again. You shook your head, thinking you had passed out and were dreaming.

“You... You said you didn't love me... That you only used me,” you said. You had your priorities. The redhead sighed and looked back at the boy.

“Tyler, go get the car and change the license plate.” The boy immediately nodded and ran off, getting lost in the dark. “Let's take a walk, (Y/N), it's a wonderful night.”

You had no other choice. She seemed like a more normal person. Calm, serene. You shouldn't have done it, she had just escaped from the police station and all Jericho would be looking for her. But your love for her was still intact, uncorrupted. You nodded and she smiled, taking your hand.

You started to walk slowly, disappearing into the darkness.

“I'm so sorry for everything I said, (Y/N). None of that was true,” she said with a kind, tender tone.

“You said you wanted to kill me… That you only used me for fun… That you didn't feel anything for me,” you sobbed, squeezing her hand tightly.

“I know what I said honey, but I was just protecting you,” she said, looking at you lovingly.

“Protecting me? You said that our relationship was a lie, that I was an idiot,” you said, in a loud tone. Laurel put a hand over your mouth.

“Don't talk so loud, honey, please,” she begged you. “I know what it looked like, but believe me, I just wanted the best for you. What do you think would have happened if they had found out about our relationship?”

You ducked your head, you didn't have an answer.

“I don't know…” You whispered, wiping away a tear.

“I'll tell you what would have happened, (Y/N). They would have arrested you too. You would be complicit, they would take you to jail, we would never see each other again. Remember that you got me the Book of Shadows…”

She was right. You did things for her that you never questioned. You were convinced that you could have explained it, but you finally understood the meaning of those horrible words.

“So… do you love me?” You asked. You were walking with a runaway, but your heart needed those answers.

“With all my soul, (Y/N). I wouldn't be here if I didn't,” she said, stopping walking and kissing you again.

“But, but I am an outcast… I…”

“Shhh, shut up, my love…” She said, shutting you up again with her lips. “I don't care what you are, I care that you're with me.”

You pulled away and hugged her, breaking into desperate tears. You grabbed her clothes tightly, while the redhead gently caressed your head. The noise of an engine startled you, and her too.

Fortunately, it was Tyler, with the blue Cadillac that ran over the mayor. He stoped next to you.

Laurel took your hands and looked at you intently.

“Come with me, (Y/N). Let's get out of here, to live the life I promised you,” she told you.

You looked down, hesitating, wondering what you should do. You knew what you should, but you also knew what you wanted.

“I… I…” You stammered, repressing the answer you already had in your mind.

“Don't worry about a thing, honey. I'll take care of everything. We will be together, somewhere sunny, in a house just for us. Also, Tyler is the best of pets, he'll do anything you ask, right Tyler?”

The boy leaned out of the window and nodded smiling. At least he was no longer wearing those bloody clothes.

“Yes, yes…” You said abruptly. “Let's go…. I want, I want to go with you… I love you,” you said, kissing her repeatedly on the cheek. She laughed and gently pushed you away.

“Me too, my love… Come on, let's not waste any more time. Tyler will drive, while you and I make up for lost time… I really want to make love to you right now…”

You nodded and got into the back seat of the car.

You knew it wasn't the right thing to do, but it was what you wanted, what you needed. You didn't care about anything else, just living with her the life she promised you when she still called herself Marilyn.

[cow-with-a-fur-coat]

I wish I were like a dog. 

I wish I were like a dog. A dog that can love fully, a dog that can give itself with such devotion and ease. The foundation of this creature is loyalty, it’s renowned for its heart and soul of crystal. I wish I could give myself to someone the way I want to. I want someone to have me, I want to trust someone enough to have me. I want to love in the way a dog does, with eyes closed and throat bared without a fear to be had. I want to see the world plaintively with love for the earnest beauty in all that exists here. I want so terribly to devote myself to someone, to love so horribly in its purity, without the voice in my head saying “is this real? are they real? how long until it ends? how long until it ends? are you real? who are you? how long until it ends? and if it is to end, what is the point?” I am so wrong, I am so malformed, it is not the end that matters. I want to make someone feel loved, I want to make someone know without a doubt that they are human in all the ways the poets adore. And does a dog know that its love will die? Does a dog know that you will die? No, I don’t think it does, and if it did, I do not think it would care. A dog cares only for the love it has to share, for the fullness and trust it has to revel in, like sunbathing. I want to be warm, I want to be held and I want to hold. I want to be told I’m good, and to believe it. You’ve told me time and time again that I am good, but my claws are black at the quick and my eyes darken around the irises. I am not keen on accepting your affirmation, but I would die again and again to hear it just once more. Love, tell me I am good, and God, let me hear it. 

I want to be like a dog. 

I want to have a purpose in being. I want to be without disappointing. How a dog can lie on the floor and still be loved, how a dog can perform the most beautiful of tasks and still be loved. Love me at my mundane, I am sorry it rarely gets better than this. I want to be better, I want to run until my claws are worn down and my ribs heave, but I can’t. I have no energy to chase, and I fear the force of my own bite when I catch up to what I want so horribly. I want to be loved in the way a dog takes on the life of static to someone. I want to be background but always on the mind, to be considered but I cannot handle the guilt of being sacrificed for. I want to be carried and I want to carry. I want to bring birds to your doorstep, I want to sit with you while you watch birds in the backyard. I want to stare at the sky at your side and be unable to comprehend anything beyond how it feels to be near you. Near you and so, so far from everything else. I want to be loved like a dog, and I know this is too much to ask for. I want to be accepted at my mundane. I do not have much to me, the meat on my bones is sparse and unremarkable. Love me like you would a dog you see on a street corner. I don’t even need to be yours. Love me like a dog. 

I fear I am too much like a dog. 

What happens when I get scared? What happens when I get angry? What happens when I get sad? I feel kinship to a greyhound that is run to its final end, used up and goaded on for its perseverance, until its muscles tire and it cannot run any longer. A creature praised for its resilience suddenly becomes a burden. When it refuses to fight any longer, refuses to take hit after hit, there’s no use to it any longer. I just want to rest, I don’t want to fight, I want quiet. I can’t be resilient any longer, please don’t make me continue. I’m tired and my bones are giving out every time I hear the voices raise. Let me lie. Let me not be afraid of the dark. Let me run like a greyhound that was never praised for refusing to rest. Let me be free. For I fear what will happen when I wear down, when I feel the ache in my joints manifest into a white fire of rage. If I am a dog, I fear my teeth. If I am a dog, I fear what I will do when I am tired and scared and used up. I can run, I can run, I can chase. I want to take pliers to my gums, because I am running, and I won’t stop. I want to rest. But I am running and will keep doing so, and once I catch what I am chasing, I am terrified of the blood that will coat my fangs. I realize now that anger is just sadness with a bloody pelt. And I’ve ripped open the skin of others, and I am so terrified that I will again. If I could love like a dog I would not be this way. If I could be less like a hound and more like a dog, I would be okay. Surely now I would be put down, I would be carted off with nylon coiled around my throat like a viper and a needle in my leg like a warm embrace. I could die here, on the pavement, with my teeth lodged into someone’s wrist. I could die here, and only hope that someone would understand that I am not angry. I hate the blood and I hate my fangs and I wish my claws were long and unused. Please, love me like I were a dog, hold me while blood drips from my teeth, while I cry. This is not me, this is not my soul, this is not who I want you to have. Let me be a dog, let me be good, I beg. 

Let me be human. 

[hyenahunt]

Saga: Rivals - 8

Writer: Akira

Season: Winter

Characters: Seiya, Hokuto, Jin

Proofreading: 310mc (JP) & Peace (ENG)

Translation: kotofucius

Seiya: I’m so sorry, Hocchan. But I know you wouldn’t be able to stomach having “Cause of Death: Dad” in your death certificate. You’d stop at nothing to come back to life, wouldn’t you?

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Location: Soundproof Lesson Room

Seiya: He’s right. There is no reason for anybody to criticize him, as long as his enjoyment remains well within the confines of law.

Not that I claim to have any experience — but I feel like defending Jin-kun, anyway.

Siding with people will make you much more likable, rather than criticizing them.

Hokuto: Ugya!? Don’t come out of nowhere! You nearly made my heart stop!

Seiya: I’m so sorry, Hocchan. But I know you wouldn’t be able to stomach having “Cause of Death: Dad” in your death certificate. You’d stop at nothing to come back to life, wouldn’t you?

Jin: …Seiya-san. What’s the occasion? You came really early.

Seiya: Oh, I was doing a little exploring, since this place holds so many memories for me. I couldn’t walk around yesterday, on my first day, as I had other jobs scheduled.

Plus, I heard from my mother-in-law that “Hokuto had already gone out earlier this morning”… so I thought I could see him for a chat.

I predicted he would be practicing, being the studious boy he is, and I’ve been proven right.

Yes, yes. Having a light workout in the morning will make the rest of your day pleasant. It’s very advisable.

Hokuto: …Get out; I have nothing to say to you.

Seiya: Ahaha, I don’t believe that’s the correct way to speak to your parents. I don’t mind, but if this was my wife here, she would have cried saying, “Hocchan’s turned delinquent!”

Hokuto: Coming from that woman, I bet they’re just fake tears.

Seiya: I wonder? Turning lies and acts into the “real thing” is what makes a professional actress.

At any rate, as much as I love to ramble on about my lovable wife, it isn’t the focus of our current discussion, so I shall queue it for another time…

May I have a bit of your time now, you two?

Hokuto: I refuse. Get out and never show your face again.

Seiya: See? This is how cruelly he treats me, Jin-kun. Even though I love him so much.

Hokuto: You’re beyond shameless… Then prove your words with actions. “I love you” has no weight coming from you.

Seiya: Yes. My analysis does suggest I also bear the fault of your dislike of me, but I wish you would be more cooperative.

Because we can better save energy that way… or perhaps you hate me because I say such things?

Hokuto: ………

Seiya: Oh, you’re dripping with sweat, Hocchan… I’ll wipe it off for you. There, there ♪

Hokuto: Don’t touch me.

Seiya: How sad. Why do you resist so much? I used to change your diapers for you, Hocchan. Well, naturally I would have, being your father and all.

Hokuto: That was part of your duty as a parent. Stop bringing it up like I owe you for it.

Seiya: Yes. I have not fulfilled my obligations as your father too well, so I won’t demand any filial piety from you.

But I would be dejected to see you catching a cold after neglecting to wipe your sweat.

So please let me do this much, at least. My wife would keep you all to herself whenever she’s around, so I’ve always been disappointed I couldn’t get many of these moments with you.

Hokuto: Who cares. Also, tell Mother not to drape all over me in public the way you do. It’s embarrassing.

Seiya: Ahh, you still hold such human emotions. My wife and I have lost any feelings of shame over such actions long ago, through training.

Jin: Sorry to interrupt, Seiya-san… but do you need something from us? Or was this just an excuse, and you just wanted to show off your sweet quality time with your son all along?

Hokuto: I’m not having any quality time. He’s abusing me. This is power harassment.

Seiya: You know some quite difficult terms, don’t you? But well, Jin-kun, I can see where you’re coming from.

We'll be late for homeroom if we don’t hurry, and we teachers have morning assembly in the faculty office —

So I’ll be brief. A special DreamFest will be held in Yumenosaki Academy, starting from evening today until tomorrow night.

Ah, we have the approval of the executives, so you won’t be able to cancel it. I’m sorry.

Hokuto: A special DreamFest…?

Seiya: Yes. I studied this DreamFest thing yesterday — it’s a rather interesting toy.

I believe it can be applied to the actual idol industry with a little more polish.

Hokuto: …That’s like you’re saying the idol activities in Yumenosaki aren’t real.

Seiya: Oh no, I am not calling it “fake” or “for play”.

But it’s something like a trial, one that comes extremely close to actual experience. It functions well as a simulation of the idol industry.

No — experience is our working capital, so this must have been a mechanism somebody laid out to amass it.

Even with surgeons, how many people they’ve cut up has more significance than how many medical journals or books they’ve perused—correct?

Jin: Don’t look at me. I’ve given up on ever being a real doctor, so I can’t confirm nor deny it.

Seiya: Sports doctors and veterinarians are also real doctors, you know.

Speaking of which, you weren’t on good terms with your parents either, were you Jin-kun? There was even a period where they basically disowned you.

Jin: …Well, from the perspective of a highbrow doctor, idol work must’ve looked just like play.

Things got a little complicated and strained ‘cause I felt responsible over not being able to succeed my parents too.

We’re getting along nicely now, though.

Seems like they were genuinely worried for me back when I had those scandals. When I showed up at their home after retirement, they hugged me tight, telling me that “they’re always on your side!”, so…

Seiya: Ahaha. Because their delinquent son finally saw the light?

Jin: Nah, I wasn’t young enough to draw such a sardonic conclusion.

I was touched like a regular guy at how great it was to have a family. Cried some too. …Oh boy, it’s kinda embarrassing confessing all this in front of my student.

Anyway, we’ve gotten off track. It always turns out like this when I talk with you, Seiya-san.

Seiya: I’m sorry. Apparently, I’m not very good at holding conversations. One-way communication is acceptable enough as an idol speaking over a camera… I’m not used to conversing.

Returning to the main subject; I apologize for the sudden news, but this is just how things are… Rain-bows will be participating in the special DreamFest with us.

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[ljf613]

10. If unpublished, can you show a sneak peek of what you've written?

10. If unpublished, can you show a sneak peek of what you’ve written?

I've had this sitting in my drafts folder for a few years-- one of these days I'll get the whole thing written. Maybe.

“So,” Azula says, staring at the cell in front of her, “My brother seems to think you give pretty good advice.” The old man doesn’t respond with words, just a stream of babbling noises. “I’m not fooled by this whole ‘crazy’ act, Uncle,” she says. “I know what you’re doing, and I know why, but honestly, I don’t really care. Whether you’re inside this cell or out of it makes no real difference to me.” She sees a hint of a doubtful look in his eye and shrugs. “Father said to bring you back. I brought you back. Whether or not you actually stay here is none of my concern.” Uncle seems to accept this, but he still doesn’t talk. “As I said, Zuzu believes you give good advice.” Azula continues. "I’m not sure if I really buy that, but he’s certainly pretty useless without you. Did you know he tried to hire an assassin?” Uncle’s eyes widen, and he appears to momentarily forget whatever ‘vow-of-silence’ thing he’s got going on. “What?” “Oh, he didn’t mention it?” Azula inspects her fingernails. “Poor boy is convinced the Avatar is still alive, and he knows that if Father finds out he’s in for a world of hurt. Uncle dearest refuses to talk to him, so he has to figure it all out on his own.” “But, an assassin?” Uncle drops any air of nonchalance. “I know, right? So tacky,” she replies. “I know you’re committed to this whole ‘disappointed uncle’ act, but you ought to find some way to communicate with the dumb-dumb before he gets himself killed."

Ask me about my unpublished fics!

[bloomingdarkgarden]

I’m the anon that requested the Gwynlain moodboard! Thank you so much for taking the time to make it! I absolutely love it and I’m so glad to see appreciation and love for these two amazing ladies. I’m not an Elriel, but I still love Elain and of course Gwyn as well, and it really (really) upsets me when I see both characters receive hate for no reason. If Gwyn and Elain were real they would be so disappointed at seeing how much negativity there is, and I honestly believe that they would actually get along and like each other. I love the Gwynlain ship because it’s about the ladies, and I’m a queer woman that wants representation and the fans deliver better than SJM herself. As much as I ship my priestess and my flower girl together, I don’t think Sarah would be able to do the Gwynlain ship (or Azris) justice (the way she writes about queer characters feels off-putting/lackluster), but thankfully the fandom is very talented.

But yes, even though I don’t ship Elriel I still respect people and their boundaries, shouldn’t we all? At the end of the day we’re all here to read the books and enjoy the characters. Thank you for this beautiful moodboard!!🐚🌸💛💐

Ps, I like to imagine Elain baking sweets while Gwyn is reading a book or doing extensive research and rambling about random facts and Elain just looks at her with soft eyes, or maybe them having a picnic and then making sweet love in a field of tulips. Gwyn tying Elain’s apron for her and pressing a soft kiss to her forehead (I headcanon Gwyn to the be taller than Elain), or Gwyn sweeping Elain off her feet bridal style like a princess and carrying her to their bed.🥰

Anon you are such a babe.

Your headcanons for them are softer than a summer breeze and I'm here for them. There's so much symmetry in both Elain and Gwyn's characters, they are beautiful girlies and deserve better than this rabid fandom. They would be such a good pairing in all truth 🥹🌸🐚

I am an elriel, through and through, but I want to make it clear that my blog is ALWAYS a safe place for people to gush about / request ANY ship content and most especially lgtbq+ pairings. I have a lot of love for all the ACOTAR characters and refuse to let the people constantly trying to shove * canon evidence * down everyone's throats squash my whimsy. You will never see me reblogging ship war bullshit, the smallest whiff of it makes me wanna bleach my eyes. We should all be able to play with these characters without fear of mockery. The bullying in this fandom is unprecedented and squelches so much exploration and creativity. I myself have been on the receiving end of it simply for saying nice things about Lucien, etc. But you are lovely and my advice to you is, don't let the bastards keep you down. All my love.