#i was telling my boyfriend's mom about some of my experiences growing up

[coffee-keith]

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[anonymous-vr]

Self Discipline

Summary:

It's easy to keep your legs closed.

6.3k words

Bakugou x fem/reader

Warnings:

Smut

MDNI!

Author's Word:

My first post on here, enjoy.

-Anonymous-vr

Your suitcase, meticulously packed with essentials for a week, stood as a silent testament to the internship you had tirelessly pursued. As summer draped its warmth over Japan, you felt both drained and invigorated by the experience. The city buzzed with life as you navigated its streets, your tenacious attitude pushing you through every challenge. After finishing your internship, you promised to visit your mother soon after. Her mama-bear nature refuses to let you relish your life without a consistent visit.

In a world where humans are equipped with powers, life-threatening events constantly take place around you. You were thankful nothing happened to you, though you could never be too sure. "Please be safe on the road home." Your mother spoke eagerly on the phone, excited to see her only child. Your reassurance did nothing to calm her nerves though, it never did. "Remember when you told me I needed to get out more? Well, your mama is hosting a get-together. It'll be in the garden. I'm in a club dedicated to mothers with only one child." You couldn't help but chuckle over the phone. Having a mother who refused to get out and meet others was a burden for you, it made leaving so much more difficult. "You can tell me more when I get home Mom.".

The three-hour drive always took a toll on your body as you began to re-enter the city halfway through. Traffic was always hectic this time of year as some traveled away and others went home in the town. You sighed a sigh of relief once you parked in front of your small childhood home. It was small but you loved it. Its eggshell exterior makes a great contrast with the brick guiding visitors inside. The flowers you'd watched your mother plant running up the gate and greeting your fingers as you pushed inside. The slightly rusty gate creaked as you pulled your suitcase behind you. It took two knocks before the front door was yanked open and you were engulfed by your mother's arms.

"You don't know how much I've missed you around here." You followed her inside before making your way to your old bedroom. "I've missed you too Mom, more than you know. Tell me more about this event you're hosting though." You unpacked your suitcase as she detailed the gathering she'd put together. "Wow Mom, you've invited twenty-nine people over? That's insane considering your introverted nature." "I know but I really wanted to listen to you and push myself out there. Now I know twenty-nine other mothers who are also dealing with some sort of separation anxiety. A mother I've grown close to has a son I'm sure you'd get along with." You turned to raise a brow at your mom.

You were successful in almost every aspect of your life, not to her. Your life was too busy for romance, and she pitied you. The story of her and your father constantly brought up to try and ignite something within you, it never worked though. Father passed away when you were still young, romance was never something that you'd seen first-hand growing up. The only depictions of love shown were on TV, and the popular sitcoms portrayed it as fairly difficult to obtain.

"Mom, you know I'm too busy to entertain the thought of having a boyfriend." Having this conversation was like beating a dead horse. "Well, his mother has described him as a very well-known and handsome man. At least be open about this, for me? I don't want you old and alone like me." You let out a soft sigh before pulling your mother in for a warm, and much-needed, hug. "I'll be open but I can't make any promises."

As the setting of the Sun painted the sky with stars, you sunk into your bed and fell asleep. Your rest wasn't fulfilling as you knew you'd need to wake up in enough time to make yourself look appropriate. The nagging thought of this mystery man also kept you pondering throughout the night.

As morning slowly approached, you sadly got out of bed and got dressed. The smell of food filled the little house as your mother prepared snacks for the guests. Pulling on a floral sundress and a pair of kitten heels, you rush out of your room just in time. Looking outside, it seemed as though guests had already arrived. A majority of the mothers had brought their children along with them. They all exuded motherly pride as they finally had the chance to show off the child they'd described over the past few months.

"This is my only child y/n." Your mother gushed as she hugged onto your arm. Chatter started as the other mothers introduced themselves and reached to shake your hand. As everyone began to mingle, you found yourself watching from the sides. As much as you told your mother to get out of her shell, you felt ashamed now as she left to speak to the other mothers. Your phone became enticing, luring you in as you drowned out the world and began checking emails. You weren't sure how much time had passed before you were interrupted by the sound of your mother's voice approaching you again.

"This is my daughter!" Looking up, you were met with an ash-blonde-haired woman. "Well, aren't you a beauty? I'd always wished for a daughter. Instead, I was given that thing over there." She chuckled as her thumb directed you to the scowling man hunched over at a table. He looked identical to his mother, his ash-blonde hair and eyes a piercing crimson color. Turning his gaze toward the three of you, you quickly looked away. "I'm sure he's great." The lie was forced through your teeth, he looks extremely intimidating. "No need to lie, I told him to dress nicely, and he comes out in jeans and a black top. Ignorant just like his father." The two women moved to sit and chat.

Your gaze couldn't help but flicker from the man across the garden. His black shirt curled around his body, displaying his muscles. His big stature exuded confidence as though he owned the place. He looked awfully familiar, like someone you'd seen in the news. Growing up in a small town, you were often isolated from the flashy aspects of city living. You knew of a few celebrities and heroes but never anything up to date. The only new-gen hero you knew about was Deku, you were a big fan. A few of his posters were plastered on your wall from your early college years.

Shaking your gaze from the man, you decided to go inside for a drink of water. The beams of the sun had finally won. As you moved inside, you could feel the eyes of the man on your back as you smiled at a few guests in your path. Once inside, peace washed over you. You were an introvert just like your mom, this newfound inner peace came after you'd graduated from college. At age twenty-two, you were more inclined to spend more time alone than with others. You sipped on a cup of water as you pulled up your phone and scrolled through a few documents you were meant to review.

The sound of the back door opening and closing caught your attention as you placed your phone on the counter. No one was meant to be inside the house, so you assumed it was your mom. "Mom, does your friend's son look familiar? I feel like I've seen him somewhere before." You spoke out loud as your gaze moved outside the window to look at the man again. You were shocked when you couldn't find him though, instead being met with the eyes of your mother as she continued to chat with the others. Face falling in confusion, you swiveled around to be met with the intimidating man. Embarrassed, your eyes widened as you stood awkwardly.

"Y'know where the bathroom is?" He questioned with a stoic look on his face. He held no shame as his demanding eyes bore into yours, expecting an answer. Technically, no one was meant to be inside the house. There was only one bathroom, it was shared by you and your mother. "I uh- It's right down the hall to the left." Your voice was an unusual octave as the older man watched you squirm. He raised an eyebrow at you, his head tilting to an angle. "So, you just let anyone walk through your house alone?" The question had caught you off guard, you'd expected him to leave once given directions. "I'm sorry but um, what do you mean?" He shook his head, obviously annoyed by your ignorance. "You don't know me and you're gonna let me wander your house. Just because you give me directions, doesn't mean I'm gonna follow them. This is why you dumb extras are always in dumb situations."

Your face dropped as you rushed from your spot in the kitchen. His booming voice further intimidates you as you guide him through the house and to the bathroom. His presence was large and strong as he walked behind you. He gave you a lackluster "Thanks" before shutting the door behind him.

Bakugou unzipped his pants and did his business as he looked around your bathroom. The sink was crowded with perfumes, makeup, dental care, and hair items. The soft pink shower curtain was slightly opened, giving him a view into your clean shower. This was definitely a woman's house. It was definitely messier than his bathroom though. He always prioritized having a clean space as it helped him think better. Being the number two hero, he couldn't allow his space to reflect his busy schedule.

Finishing his business, he washed his hands while looking in the mirror. Today was his first day off in two weeks and his mother had forced him to spend it at this get-together. He was upset but understood the importance of keeping a tight-knit relationship with his parents. "There's a girl I want you to meet at this get-together. She's a sweet thing, based on what her mother's said. I spoke positively about you so try your best to uphold what I've said." His mother's words annoyed him, she constantly meddled in his love life as she wanted grandkids sooner than later. Being a busy hero though, he knew he had little to no time for a relationship. He entertained his mother and agreed to attend, promising to be on his best behavior.

As he left the bedroom, he realized you were no longer in front of the door. "Dumb ass, just let strangers wander her house alone." He grumbled before glancing at the bedroom across the hall. He knew it had to be yours. Floral wallpaper, a soft pink rug, and a white bed standing in his vision. His curiosity getting the best of him, he stepped into your room and looked around. A scowl formed on his face at the sight of Deku, his face plastered on a poster you'd neatly taped on your wall. Despite the ridiculous number of knick-knacks, your room was fairly clean.

You'd gone to the kitchen once the bathroom door shut, eagerly grabbing your cup of water to calm yourself. The man seemed even more familiar after speaking to him, his temperamental energy scratching your brain. After texting an old friend and chugging down your water, you walked back down the hallway to find the man. Reaching the bathroom, your brows furrowed at the emptiness. "Um...excuse me?" You called out, hoping for a reply. Maybe he'd found his way back outside. The thought was brushed away though when his voice replied from your bedroom. Heart falling to your ass, you turned around and rushed to your room.

The tall man looked out of place in your childhood room. "This um...this isn't the way back outside." Your reply was stupid, and you mentally cursed yourself for it. "Yeah, I figured. What's with the poster?" His finger pointed to the old poster on your wall. "Oh, it's old, I put that up during my sophomore year of college." You weren't sure why, but you could feel irritation shimmer off his body. "Do you...not like Deku?" A low grumble left his lips as his brows furrowed. "D'you not know who I am or something?" His head turned so his eyes could look at you. You were pathetic, standing timidly in your own room. Your form was much smaller than his, the kitten heels doing little to boost your height.

"I'm sorry." Was all you could get out as the man studied you. His presence made you feel foreign in your own house. Your answer made him turn to fully face you. "You're serious, you don't know who I am?" Words failing, you shook your head no. It pissed him off, Deku's face plastered on your wall, and you didn't know who Bakugou was. It didn't surprise him though considering how small your town was. "You livin' under a fuckin rock or what?" Poison was laced in his words as he stepped closer to you, his cologne slowly sweeping from his body up your nostrils. Your eyes widened as he stalked closer to you, seeming to not care about personal space. "I-should I know who you are?" "Damn right, you should, you're standing in front of the number two hero." With that, everything fell into place. No wonder he seemed so familiar. The hero Dynamight was standing in your room.

"There we go, that little brain finally working huh?" you stumbled over your words as you apologized profusely, something he seemed to enjoy as his signature smirk spread across his face. "So what, Dynamight was never good enough to plaster on your walls?" Your jumbled words began falling again as you tried to explain your reasoning. "This is so embarrassing" You mumbled as your blushing face fell into your hands. You never expected this turn of events, unprepared for his persistent personality. He chuckled as he sat down on your bed. You continued to stand, too nervous to sit next to the towering hero. "So, what's it like being a hero?" you questioned, fiddling with your fingers nervously. He caught onto your nervous habits though, scoffing as you shrunk under his gaze. "Relax, I'm not gonna blow your head off or anything." Your arms immediately fell to your sides as you stood awkwardly. "It's hard work, a lot of hard work. I love my job though." His answer didn't give much detail, but you still appreciated it.

"What exactly... brings you to this part of town? With how busy you must be, I can't help but wonder how you have the time to come to such an underwhelming get-together." "My mom wanted me to come so I came. Something about wanting to introduce me to some woman's daughter." Your face flushed as you began to avoid his eye contact. Picking up on your body language, mentally cursed his mom for putting him in this predicament. "I'm assuming that daughter is you." Your silence was enough of an answer for him. "I promise I wasn't in on this; I was told the same thing you were. Besides, I'm not interested in finding a relationship since I'm too busy with work. I've gone twenty-two years without one so I'm sure I'll survive." Your words sprinted from your mouth as you tried to cut through the awkward tension.

Bakugou scoffed at your jumbled words. "Were you a sheltered little brat or what? You've never been in a relationship before?" He was surprised a girl like you had never been in a relationship before. Your pretty hair was gathered in a low bun, a few pieces framing your innocent face. He watched as you nervously pulled your glossy bottom lip between your teeth. "I never saw the point of it." Your reply was a lame excuse, it was true though. "You ever try having sex?" His question was extremely inappropriate and blunt. The blood rose to your face as your eyes averted away from his. "Of course not if I've never been in a relationship." He let out a deep chuckle, shifting slightly on your bed. You were an innocent little thing. Living in the city, he was used to bold and experienced women who threw themselves at him. You were the complete opposite though, avoiding his gaze and presenting yourself as a modest little thing.

"You never heard of a hook-up?" His question made you look stupid as he stared at you confused. "I-I-I yeah, I mean. I'd never do that." He cut you off with another scoff. "What, you too good for that too?" "That's not what I'm saying I just-" Your fingers began twiddling together again as you spoke, nerves shooting through your body. "I just don't participate in those types of activities." "Come here." His hand patted the bed, signaling the spot next to him. Hesitating, you force your body to move. The bed creaked underneath the weight of you and the pro hero. His eyes glazed over your face and body as you stared straight ahead. His heat radiated off of him and it made you shift. Bakugou was a very handsome man, his blonde locs sitting disheveled on his head. His hair color complimented the intensity of his red eyes. All elements of him accessorizing the Godly build he had beneath his clothes. He was a man to be admired, you refused to give in though.

"So, you just walk around looking all dolled up to reject every man showing interest." Turning to face him, you took in the change of his demeanor. "I mean yeah, nicely of course." His gaze stayed on you, watching as your body squirmed beneath his eyes. "I don't know how you live like that, especially considering how good it feels." "It's honestly not that hard to keep your legs closed." Your reply was snobbish as if you were above the idea of having sex. "Is it easy or have you just not met a man that makes your hands sweat." "No, I've met my handful of handsome men. I just choose not to partake. I personally have great self-discipline."

Bakugou took your words as a challenge. While you thought it made you look like a dignified and "respectable" woman, Bakugou saw you as a snobby, arrogant, cocky prick. The need to show you that you were no better than those who'd partaken in others grew in his chest as he watched you stick your nose in the air. "What a snotty little bitch you are." He spat the words out, emphasizing the title as you whipped your head to look at him. "What did you just call me?" You didn't care if he was a pro hero or not, you didn't tolerate that kind of name-calling. "You heard me, walking around here like you're better than everyone else. You're just as human as your peers, we've all got desires. I'll be damned if I sit here and let you lie to my face like I'm some dunce. Either you're lying or you really haven't found the right extra to pull those panties to the side and fuck you."

His words were nasty beyond your tolerance. You couldn't help the blood that rushed up your chest, no one had spoken to you like that before. Oddly enough, you couldn't help but squeeze your thighs together. The mental battle in your head kept you dazed as you couldn't understand why your body reacted to his words. "Fuckin virgins runnin' around thinking they're better than everyone else until they're dicked down." Your movements didn't go unnoticed by the pro, his eyes easily picked up on the way your thighs rubbed together beneath your sun dress. He let out a low chuckle at this. "See, all it took was a couple of words to get you hot and bothered." Your mouth opened and closed in defense as you looked for words. "I'm not sure what you're talking about."

He was tired of your act, ready to humble you back where you belong. His sharp canines showed, and his big hand reached out and rested on your thigh. Blood pooled in the area where his hand sat, you weren't used to being touched by others. His eyes watched your reaction as you did nothing to push his touch away, instead keeping your shocked eyes on his. "What's wrong? Searching for that self-discipline? I've got you red in the face and I haven't even touched you yet." The 'yet' at the end of his sentence had your mind spinning. "Of course you'd let me touch you though, the dumb men in this town could never meet your expectations, right?" His hand began to move as he shifted his body to face yours. "Answer me." He demanded, hand moving to your waist. "N-No that's not it at all." His hand slightly squeezed your thigh causing a soft yelp to fall from your lips. "Give me the right answer." You sighed as his hand moved up to gently cup one of your breasts. You'd never felt a sensation like it, a new feeling of pleasure sending waves down to your core. Your eyes darted down to his hand as he gently messaged your skin. "They could never meet my standards." The reply came out breathy as your body began to crave his.

"Look at you, melting in my touch." As he watched you, his already inflated ego filled the room. Little Miss Untouchable was writhing under the little pleasure he was giving her. "Look at that, I know it feels good. It feels good, doesn't it?" He wanted to break you down and ruin the image you'd created of yourself in your head. Your hot face turned away as you bit down on your bottom lip. "I know you want me to keep going so you'd better open that mouth and answer me." "Yes." The word was all you'd give him as your back arched further into his touch. His hand left your body before you felt yourself be lifted into his lap. Your heart began to beat vigorously as you straddled his hips with your own. "We can't! The guests and my mom and your mom-" "But you want to." The shit-eating grin on his face let you know he had you right where he wanted you. "I need to hear you say it or I can't go further." You sat quietly for a second, weighing your options. On one hand, you weren't sure you wanted to risk your ego for this. On the other, the feeling of his hips between yours was driving you insane.

After weighing your options for a few seconds, you let out a shaky breath. "Just...be quick." "I don't rush shit." Before you could process his words, his lips were on your neck. The sensation was new, nothing like what you'd felt before. His lips were plush and warm as he tickled up your neck. The feeling of his hair brushing your jaw kept you grounded as you instantly melted in his touch. You were fully aware of his hands that rested at your thighs, slowly pushing your bunched dress up your legs. The sound of his lips moving against your skin made you feel dirty like you were committing the greatest act against yourself. Though you felt dirtier because it felt so good.

"Take this dress off." His voice was demanding as he moved back, waiting for you to follow orders. Your fingers reached down and hesitantly tugged the dress from your body. The sight of your pretty pink panty and bra set had Bakugou drooling. "Sure you're a virgin? Or you walk around with these pretty panties on for nothing?" The question was rhetorical, his lips falling against your collarbone. As he riled you up, you could feel an uncomfortable sensation growing between your legs. You could smell yourself through your panties. Embarrassed, you tried to close your thighs around him to no avail. His hands smoothed up your sides and played with your bra clasp before easily unclipping it. A gasp left your lips as you hugged your bra to your chest. His teeth pinched down on the soft skin of your neck as a warning. Loosening your grip, you allowed him to roughly tear the bra from your skin.

You were completely flustered, never have had anyone see you this bare before. "Look at that, high and mighty twenty minutes ago, and bare for me to see now." Before you could get a word out, he had you flipped beneath him on your childhood bed. Your legs lay beside his thighs as he stared down at you hungrily. "Oh gosh," The words flew out your mouth before you could stop them. Bakugou took this as his cue to continue as his lips quickly flew down to suck on your nipple. His other hand worked at the neglected boob as you watched with lustful eyes. The feeling was nothing short of euphoric, sensations traveling down to your drooling virgin pussy. Your head eventually rested on your pillow, allowing you to indulge in the pleasure.

"You like gettin' your titties sucked pretty girl?" His tone was condescending, dripping with arrogance as he teased you. You were too dazed from the simple touch to argue though, letting out an approving hum. His teeth bit down on your nipple enough to make you squeak. "Speak" "Y-yes, I like getting my titties sucked Dynamight." He chuckled at your submission. "Good bitch." You mewled at the name. Him pairing the derogatory name with praise making your back arch your chest into his face. "Dirty virgin, you like getting called a bitch huh?" His hand slowly began traveling down to the waistband of your panties. "Come on y/n, no way you're that worn out already?" His thick fingers moved to your inner thigh, thumb rubbing circles over your skin. He was teasing you, trying to get you to the point of desperation. Oh, what he'd give to hear you beg for his dick. You stayed quiet, concentrating on the way his fingers slowly moved to the damp area on your panties. You bit your lip from embarrassment. "You're sopping, this the self-discipline you were talking about?" You couldn't get an answer out as his fingers finally rubbed softly over your slit. Your pussy fluttered at the feeling, begging for more as your mouth dropped slightly open. He took this as an opportunity to connect lips, tongue pushing inside your mouth as his fingers began rubbing firmly. It was like electricity was sent through your body and straight to your core. You'd never felt anything like it. His fingers worked expertly, riling you up as his mouth worked against yours. The corners of his lips pulled up into a smirk as soft sounds began to escape your lips. He knew he had you.

"How much do you like these panties?" His question barely registered in your head. You let out a confused hum before the sound of a slight explosion and ripped fabric filled your ears. The cold air from your room finally hit your wet and weepy pussy. His fingers immediately found solitude within your folds, brushing up and down before toying around your clit. "Oh my-Dynamight that-" "It's Katsuki." He grunted out as his eyes explored your face. You were so sensitive, trying to grasp the feelings in your body. His sweet but musky scent helped overstimulate you as you relished in his touch. "Cocky little brat thought she was too good for this." His words were mumbled into your lips as his fingers toyed with your excited core.

Soft breaths hummed from your throat as your legs continuously parted for him. Without warning, he plunged his fingers into your sopping sex. "Kats-oh my gosh." The words came out with a gasp as your hands gripped the sheets. "Just preppin you for what's to come." His eyes watched as you swallowed his finger easily. "Fuck, you're so tight. Not sure how I'll fit in here." His words flew over your head as you easily began to see stars. A feeling rose in the pit of your stomach, and you weren't sure how to react. "Wait wait stop something's coming out." The words rushed out your mouth in panic, but your body remained slack as he added a second finger. "Just relax." Was all he muttered as he watched you fall apart from his two fingers. Your face scrunched as your back arched off your bed. Everything felt lighter as you dipped in and out of consciousness. Bakugou's dick got even harder than it already was, watching as you twitched beneath him.

Once your sex stopped gripping him so tightly, he removed his fingers from your core. Eyes lazily hanging open, your heart skipped a beat as he brought his fingers to his mouth. "Mmm, you taste good." Popping his fingers out of his mouth, he pushed them in front of you. You sat confused at first but shyly took his fingers into your mouth. The taste of your arousal mixed with his spit was so dirty, but you couldn't help the soft moan that vibrated your chest. "Don't you?" He asked matter-of-factly as you sucked the remainder of his fingers clean. Ripping his fingers from your mouth, he wasted no time in ripping his top off. Your desperation for him grew as you took in his sculpted figure. His ego rose through the roof as he felt your needy eyes on him. He ignored you though as he continued to take off his pants and boxers. Your mouth fell open at what was previously hidden.

Beneath his six-pack sat a pretty dick. Blonde hair decorated the top area, emphasizing his sharp v-line. "I promise you'll never see a dick like this again. You'll never feel a dick like this again either pretty girl." Grabbing your legs, he yanked you to the bottom of the bed before positioning both of them on his shoulders. "So desperate to suck me in?" He watched your hole clench around nothing, eager to be filled. Your face was hot as you watched the hero position himself between your legs. You were fully bare for him and, shockingly, it turned you on. "Fuck you're so wet." His words were mainly directed at himself as his leaking head began to smear against your folds. The soft hums leaving your lips stirred him further as your hands fidgeted to find something worth gripping. Your mouth stretched wide as your seeping hole did the same, his hot dick began to push slowly inside of you. "Ow I- Gosh Katsuki you're big." The moans began to fill your room as you tried your best to swallow him hole. "You can take it." The sharp pain was slowly overcome by the feeling of intense pleasure. Your tits bounced softly as his balls finally reached your ass. "Squeezin' me so hard, relax." His demanding words did nothing to loosen your grip, his fingers did though. You almost reached your peak instantly when his hand came down to play with your clit again. Once that little hole of yours finally lost a bit of grip, he began slowly but deeply fucking into you. The sensation was even greater than when you were sucking in his fingers. His hands gripped your hips as he bent down and captured your lips in his. The lewd sound of skin on skin filled the room as you allowed yourself to be swallowed up by his presence. When his lips finally left yours, your hand drifted down to your stomach. "I can feel you." His self-restraint snapped at that moment as his hips pulled fully back before snapping into yours. A loud cry left your lips before being muffled by his hand. "You forgot to close your door Miss Self Discipline." He grunted through gritted teeth. The feeling of his pounding into you was driving you off the edge, and quickly. Bakugou could tell you were reaching your high as your muffled cries began falling from your lips consistently. "Let's test that self-discipline." He mumbled before pulling out fully.

You were on the brig of finishing when he pulled out, a loud whine leaving your lips. "Not so hard to keep your legs closed? I guess it shouldn't be too hard to keep yourself from cumming on my dick." He waited a couple seconds for you to come down before shoving back into you. Your mouth dropped open beneath his hand, tongue absentmindedly darting out to wet his palm. His hips snapped to yours with vigor as you lay there and take it. Removing his hand from your mouth, it swiftly gripped your neck, His arm was situated between your breasts as you lazily looked up at him. "Shit y/n." Your name leaving his in a praise of pleasure had your back arching. "Look at you, needy just like the rest of us. It feels good, doesn't it?" His condescending tone made it obvious that he just wanted his ego stroked. You'd happily do that though with him balls deep in your cunt. "Feels so good Katsuki, so good." You sighed, listening to the nasty sounds filling up the room. "I know it does, needy bitch" His hips began rocking into yours faster and harder, and the feeling of him hitting a certain spot inside of you had tears pooling in your eyes.

"You're a snobby little slut, acting like you're better than the rest of us. Aren't you?" He fucked the ego right out of you as you lazily opened your mouth to reply. "Yes." A slap was placed on your thigh. "Give me the right answer." "F-F-Fuck Katsuki. Yes, I'm a snobby little slut." A sinister grin fell on his lips as he began rocking harder into you. Mewls left your mouth before they were swallowed by his lips. You were teetering on edge, and he knew this. His hand fell between your legs again and began toying with your clit. Your bed shook from the weight. Hands moving all over you, his breathing became ragged as soft moans fell from his lips to harmonize with your own. Before you knew it, he had you seeing stars for a second time. You let out a loud moan into his mouth as your body vibrated and twitched under his touch. He didn't let up though, continuing his fast and hard thrusts as he chased his own high. Soon enough, the feeling of something warm spilling inside of you caught your attention. Too fucked out to care though, you swallowed his own moans of ecstasy before feeling him pull out.

Your body was shocked and still, as your eyes opened only slightly. Between your lashes, you could see him get dressed as he read a message from his phone. "Hero duty calls." He spoke to you as he leaned down and placed a hungry kiss on your lips. "You're fucked out, might wanna pull yourself together though. Looks like your mom's event is ending soon." Before leaving, he pulled his phone out and took a photo of your sprawled-out and exhausted body. You could hear him chuckle as he walked to the door and left.

The week went by fast, too fast, you found yourself kissing your mother bye before driving back to your apartment. The memories from your mom's event constantly invaded your mind whenever you were left alone. He'd triggered something inside of you, ruining your self-image. Late at night, you found yourself touching your cunt, trying to mimic the way he fingered you previously. It was never enough though. You started out with the best and now anything less wasn't good enough.

Pulling your suitcase into your apartment, your phone let out a ding. Standing in the doorway, you quickly opened the message from the unknown number and jumped inside. You'd hoped your neighbors didn't see anything on your phone as an image of your fucked out body splayed across your screen. Your cunt glistened from the light as your hands gripped your tits. Your face was flushed as hairs stuck to your cheeks and forehead. Below the image left a text that had you blushing.

Little Miss "It's easy to keep your legs closed"

Little Miss Self Discipline.

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Growing Pains

Matt Murdock x reader

Tags/Warning: 18+, Language, Emotional Abuse (NOT from Matt), Hurt/Comfort, Angst

Summary: You take Matt home to visit your family, now as a couple, and he finally experiences what you had vented to him all these years. Song: Matilda by Harry Styles

Word Count: 3.2K

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A/N: This is a content warning, I'm not gonna lie. The EA part is short but can hit home to a few people I'm sure. I hope you enjoy, and please take care of yourselves!

The drive to Maine wasn’t too bad. It was the summer so no risk of ice on the road. Your childhood home was on the coast in Bar Harbor, and it was beautiful.

Too bad there wasn’t a better view in your little Hell’s Kitchen apartment. Maybe you would have felt more comfortable in the city then.

Matt had been more than willing to finally meet your family when you asked. The only hesitation he had was the way they treated you. You had started complaining about them in college after your father had passed. 

He could feel how tense you had gotten the closer to Bar Harbor you drove. It was the same every time you visited. It was nice to see your aunts and uncles that came to events, however your mom and sister were a different story.

You had warned Matt that the dynamic the three of you had was a bit toxic. He reassured you that nothing would scare him away. That was reassuring to say the least.

“Can I ask you something?” You ask while turning the radio down a bit.

“Anything.” He replies.

“Have you ever seen the ocean before?”

It was an innocent question. You always felt awkward when you asked about his sight, and if he had seen certain things before he went blind.

“Maybe. Does the view in New York count?” He turns his head towards you.

“Yeah, I would say it does.” You say. “The view here is breathtaking though. Better than the harbor.”

“Describe it to me.”

You take a moment to truly look out the window. There weren’t many cars on the road so you slowed down a bit. 

“Well, The ocean is a deep blue color, and the wind is pushing the waves against the small cliffs.” You start. “On the other side of us are green cliffs. When I say green, I mean there is no patch of dead grass anywhere.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Matt give you a small smile. Turning your head, you can see his face in full view. It makes your cheeks blush in a rose tint. He was beautiful to you. Nothing could have prepared you for this man loving you.

An hour later, your car rolls up to the gravel road and you park in the grass. It was a surprise that you were invited to say the least.

The last time you had been in Maine was 2 years prior. You take a step out of the car and walk around the car, waiting for Matt to exit the car.

You both walk up the front porch together and you knock. To your surprise your mom answers the door. She has a big smile on her face as she sees the both of you standing there.

“Oh! y/n! Come in, Come in.” She says holding the door open. “And who might this be?”

You smile nervously, before looking at Matt. “This is my boyfriend, Mom. Matt Murdock.”

“Pleasure to meet you, ma’am.” He says, extending his hand, a smile on his face. God he was such a charmer.

“Nice to meet you.” She starts, while taking his hand. “I didn’t think she got out much, no less having a boyfriend.”

Your mom turns around and walks you both into the living room, where some distant relatives were joined together in groups. The family takes turns introducing themselves to Matt and catching up with a bit, before you take him outside for some air.

“I didn’t think your family was that big.” He chuckles.

“You can finally tell Foggy I beat him at something.” You giggle in return.

The breeze felt nice against your bare arms once you reached the backyard. You see your sister and her fiance sitting at the patio table, and she waves you over.

Hesitantly, you guide Matt over to the table and greet your sister before introducing them. You both take a seat at the table to be more comfortable.

“I didn’t know you could catch someone this attractive, y/n.” She says with a sly smile on her face. You wince in reaction and turn to see Matt’s face. He’s smiling, but you can tell deep inside he’s holding back from saying anything.

You clear your throat before speaking up. “So how is everything? It’s been almost 2 years. Congratulations on the engagement by the way.”

Chelsea, your sister, smiles at you before turning to her fiance. Their hands molding together, not letting go.

“Yeah, It’s been great! We were planning on moving back here before the winter.”

“Are you looking near here?” You question. 

She hums and nods in response before turning to Matt. “So how did you both meet? What do you do?”

“Well we have been friends since college.” He starts, turning his head to smile at you. He places his hand on your thigh. “I’m a lawyer. A friend and I have our own firm in Hell’s Kitchen.”

Just as he finishes, your mom comes to sit at the table. “A lawyer. Well at least one of you will have a successful career.” She says.

You turn bright red at the comment. She never approved the fact that you changed career paths in college. Stating that it was the most embarrassing moment in her life.

“I actually have a decent career at The Met.” You say in defense.

“Sure, y/n, that’s why you live in Hell’s Kitchen and not Astoria.” Chelsea says.

“Actually,” Matt’s voice startles you. “Y/n make more than I do. I take more pro bono cases than anything.”

Smiling, you appreciate him coming to your rescue and defending your honor. You sister huff, before your mom speaks up.

“Well that is very charitable of you.” She smiles.

More of your family files out into the backyard as it seems like the party has moved on from inside the house. It was a nice day. You watched as your younger cousins ran around the yard and chased each other. The older men of your family stand around talking about sports and projects. The women, you assume, are gossiping on current affairs.

“Congratulations, Chelsea!!” Your aunt says as she passes by your sister. The confused look you gave her was prominent amongst the groups.

“You got engaged 3 months ago though.” You say, Matt’s grip on your knee was a sign to let the topic drop.

Your sister looks at your mom uncomfortably before turning back to you. “Well, actually Gio and I got married.”

Now you were even more confused. “Like a courthouse wedding?”

“Now, let’s not turn this into a big argument” Your mom starts. “It was a small affair, just family in the backyard.”

“It wasn’t even a big deal, y/n.” Chelsea says nonchalantly.

Mouth falling open, you couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Your sister had gotten married, all your family knew. Everyone except you. Looking at the empty seat at the table, you wondered what your dad would have thought.

“Papa would have been so disappointed.” The words fly from your mouth before you have a chance to think. You see your sister stiffen in her seat.

“Don’t you dare bring Daddy into this.” She spits. “This is exactly why you weren’t invited.”

That was your breaking point. Pushing Matt’s hand off your lap, you stand and rush away. You don’t bother looking back because you know the only person following was Matt.

You didn't stop walking until you reached the end of the dock by the house. Standing there a moment, you considered going back, telling off your family and leaving. Hearing footsteps on the wooden dock makes you turn around.

Matt is walking straight towards you, using his cane to guide him down the way. Not that he truly needed it. Once he reaches you, you let out a choked sob and lean your head against his shoulder. He wraps his arm around your waist to bring you closer.

“They do this to me, every time.” You sobbed. Matt’s eyebrows twist in worry. He’s never seen you cry like this in a long time. Not since your dad had passed.

“Just let it out, sweetheart.” He said as he pressed soft kisses into your hair. That always seemed to sooth you.

The both of you just stood there as you cried. Saying nothing. You didn’t mind though, it was nice of him to let you just feel. No questions asked.

As your breathing slowed and the tears stopped flowing down your cheeks, you looked up to Matt and stared. He looked down at you with a frown plastered across his face.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to get emotional.” You finally say.

“You don’t have to be sorry. This was not your fault.”

“Yeah… but my family didn’t make things better.”

You tug at his wrist for a moment to indicate that you were about to sit down. He kneels down at you until realizing you had your feet dangling off the dock. Taking a seat he folds up his cane and places it next to him.

“Sweetheart. You don’t have to keep coming back here if you don’t want to.” He says slowly.

“I feel like I do, or else I can’t see this home again.”

“What do you mean?”

You sigh as you look out onto the lake. A secret you had been keeping for a long time finally falling out of your mouth.

“The house is mine.” You say before looking up to him. His jaw moves as he clenches his teeth. Watching his lawyer brain start to work, you continue. “My dad left me the house, paid in full. I just haven’t had the heart to take it from my mom yet.”

The sigh he lets out is comforting. Like he understood the reasoning behind your current turmoil.

“I see.” He thinks for a moment. “Do you ever plan on taking the house?”

“Maybe one day. When I'm done living the city life, or maybe as a summer home.”

He tilts his head towards you. You smile and lean against his shoulder. Nothing mattered in this current moment. Just you and Matt. 

“You know. We’re your family.” He says.

You lift up your head and give him a confused look. “What do you mean?”

“Foggy, Karen and I. We’re your family.” He elaborates. “Family doesn’t have to be blood, y/n”

Smiling, you nod your head and take his hand. Bringing his knuckles up to your lips, you kiss them softly. Watching as his lips curl upward into a smile. 

“You always have the right thing to say, huh?”

“I try my best, sweetheart.” 

Just as you open your mouth, you hear steps running down the dock. You turn your head to see your cousin running your way.

“Y/n! Your mom wanted you to help her in the office.” He said warmly “Oh! Who’s this?”

Matt turns his head towards the young man, same as you. 

“Peter, this is my boyfriend, Matt.” You start “Matt, this is my cousin, Peter.”

“Nice to meet you, Peter.” Matt says with a smile still on his face.

Peter kneels and sticks his hand out for a handshake. “You too, sir!”

You giggle at the sentiment and tap Matt’s leg. Though he was fully aware, he has to keep up the act.

“Pete, he’s blind.” You say.

“Shit! I’m sorry!” He stutters a bit, taking back his hand. “I- I didn’t know!”

“It’s okay. Kinda crazy how we all look like normal people huh?” Matt chuckles, and you giggle as Peter turns bright red. “Where are you from, kid? I’m getting a slight accent from you.”

“Queens.” He says proudly. 

“My mom didn't tell me you lived in Queens?” You said confusion in your voice.  “We live in Hell’s Kitchen”

“Well Aunt May took me in.”

“Right, I’m sorry Pete…”

“Ah it’s alright, that was years ago…” He stands. “Anyways, your mom?”

“Fuck…” You groan, starting to stand.

Matt reaches his hand out for you and you grab it. Helping him to his feel, you kneel back down and grab his cane and hand it back to him.

The three of you walk back to the house. You listen as Peter and Matt discuss the best pizza in the city. It was like they knew each other for years. As you approach the back door, you see your mom in the kitchen. 

Once she notices you, she moves slowly to the next room. Your heart speeds up a bit as you realize your mom probably didn’t need help. Most of the time it was a way to trap you in a corner and bombard you with guilt.

“Matty, you wanna come wait in the parlor while I help my mom?” You say as you turn to him.

He smiles at you and nods. “Of course sweetheart.” He gives Peter a brief goodbye before stepping behind you.

Opening the door, you let him enter first. He waits and grabs your forearm when you shut the door. You lead him into the parlor room that's right outside the office, and he takes a seat on the couch.

“I’ll be right back.”

He nods, and you turn to knock on the office door. You hear the okay to enter before stepping inside. Something was off as the air felt tight. Smothering almost. Your mom sat at the desk in the center of the room.

“Are you done acting like a hurt puppy?” Your mom says as you shut the door.

“Excuse me?”

“You know you hurt your sister’s feelings. I expect you to apologize to her.”

Was this woman serious? She expected you to apologize for your feelings getting hurt? 

“I will not be doing that.” You bluntly say. “If anyone needs an apology, it's me.

She snorts at your comment. “You weren’t invited because you always make it about yourself.”

“How could I make it about myself if I never get invited?”

“Because when you are invited, you do this!”

“You know what, stop!” You shout. “I’m not going to be gaslighted over this!”

“What are you talking about, y/n?” She starts. “Don’t you dare raise your voice at me.”

“No! I will raise my voice for once!” You can feel the in the palm of your hand. “You always leave me out of things!”

“We do not! Stop being so dramatic.” She looks back down at the papers on the desk. “I need to discuss something with you, if you’re done yelling.”

That makes you shut up, it always did. You step closer to the desk wiping your hands against your shorts. “What is it?”

“It’s about the house.” She starts. “I’m going to move out of it.”

“You’re moving out?” You knit your eyebrows together “But I thought you were going to wait until you retired?”

“I’m relocating actually. To Washington.” 

“So you have to ask me to sign the paperwork for the house?”

“Well…” She hands you a stack of papers. “I want you to give the house to your sister.”

Looking up from the paper, you drop your jaw. “But Papa gave the house to me. It was the only thing I got!”

“Your sister is married now, y/n. She needs a home to start a family in.”

“So then she can buy a house! I’m not signing this.” You say, placing the paperwork back on the desk.

“If you’re not going to use the house, then give it to someone who will.”

“Who said I wasn’t going to use the house?”

The older woman sighed, “There’s no sense in keeping it if you’re going to keep living in New York.”

“Well I’m not signing it over. That’s it.”

There was a beat before your mom started talking again. “You are being incredibly selfish. I’m very disappointed in you.”

“Yeah, well, I knew that for a long time.” You turn to leave.

“Your father would be disappointed too.” She says. “He knew you were a fucking brat, but if he could only see how much.”

This makes you stop dead in your tracks. She was only saying this to get you to do what she wanted. Finally this was what you needed. The final straw. Turning, you smile at your mom.

“You know what, Martha. I’m done.” You start, crossing to the desk. “My lawyer will be sending paperwork for the house. So I think you should start packing.”

“You little bitch.” She stands. “You’re going to kick your poor mother out of her home?”

“Funny. You don’t act like my mother.” That’s the last thing you say before leaving the room.

Once you exit, Matt is already standing by the door. You knew he had heard every word, and part of you wanted him to.

“Let’s go home, Matty.” You say softly, as he takes your arm.

You walk through the house and say a brief goodbye to your relatives before leaving. You wave to Peter and he runs over to give you a hug.

“Don’t be a stranger, Pete.” You say. “If you need us, you know where we’ll be.”

He nods, and you and Matt are on your way. In the car, your hands gripped the steering wheel. You had only been drive for about an hour. Guilt was beginning to build up in your chest once again. The sound of your heart must have been deafening because Matt places his hand on your thigh.

“I’m proud of you.” The words were tender coming from his mouth. You couldn’t help but shed a tear.

“Remember in college when I found out my dad passed?” You say suddenly, he nods in response. “I found out after the funeral. They didn’t even tell me.”

“What?” His hand gripped a little harder. “You never went to his funeral?”

You shake your head. Feeling the tears begin to fall more intensely, you pull the car off to the side of the road. This was the constant routine your mom and sister pulled. A major life event would happen, and you would be the last to know. Finding out through another family member, or in that case, a lawyer.

“That’s why it had been so hard on me. I didn’t even know he was sick. I didn’t get to say goodbye.”

Matt unbuckled his seatbelt then yours and then pulled you close to him. When you felt like that wasn’t close enough, you climbed over the divider and into his lap. He cradled you against his chest while you both sat in silence.

“It’s time you make a new family.” He says softly. You look up towards his face and his blinded gaze is upon you. “I won’t be going anywhere. Neither is Foggy and Karen.”

“That’s a pretty big promise, Murdock.”

“A promise I intend on keeping.” He leans in and kisses your temple. “It seems like you got good aunts and uncles too.”

You smile at the thought. He was right. “I noticed you and Peter were getting along.”

“He’s got a great personality.” He chuckles. You nod in agreement.

The both of you sit there for 10 more minutes before you get back in the driver’s seat. It was a 7 hour drive back to New York anyways.

There was a new peace you felt at the end of the day. Like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders.

Matt had been right. You had a family that loved you, and wanted you to be around. That’s all that mattered to you now.

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Starting on my second bucktommy fic 😌 This was inspired by a post I'm pretty sure @unfuckablebogtroll made a few months ago that I can't find anymore, but the gist is that Tommy buys his house during the 2007/8 financial crash, refinances during covid, and has been saving since then to be able to renovate it himself. In this fic Buck's obviously going to volunteer to help Tommy out ( with his previous construction experience and all) and slowly insinuate himself into Tommy's home without either of them fully realizing it...at first. Buck learns Tommy as he learns more about his house: starting the inside and working outwards. Meanwhile Tommy learns how to let people help him and that Buck's really in it for the long haul ✨

“Hey, can I ask you a question?”

Looking over his shoulder, Tommy raises a brow. He’s elbow-deep in Evan’s kitchen sink, warm, sudsy water tickling his skin as he finishes the last of the dinner dishes. Evan made a chicken parm that had Tommy contemplating the existence of God and carefully planning the head he’d be giving his boyfriend later. As long as Tommy had known him–which was admittedly not very long–Evan has been a shoot first, ask questions later kind of guy. More likely to barrel through any awkwardness than couch his questions in some kind of lead up. “Of course you can, you know that.”

Evan takes the plate Tommy offers him in hand, drying it and setting it aside, his expression just hesitant enough to give Tommy pause. 

“Why do we always hang out at my place?”

The question startles a laugh from him. That…wasn’t what Tommy had been expecting. “We don’t, sometimes we go on dates.” Tommy allows his face to settle, faux serious and gently teasing. “Are you claiming I’m not romancing you enough Buckley, because I take that accusation very seriously.”

It gets him the reaction he was hoping for: Evan rolls his eyes like he’s aiming to hit 20 Klicks into the stratosphere and keep climbing. He can hear Evan's common refrain in his head, only coworkers call me Buckley, and I don’t even want to contemplate explaining what we’ve been up to to HR.

 “Ha, ha. You know that’s not what I meant. You don’t think it’s a little weird that it’s been two months and I haven’t made it past your garage?”

Tommy’s brain goes straight to the gutter, but Evan’s arms are crossed over his chest in what Tommy has come to learn is a tell-tale sign of him feeling a little insecure.

Tommy tucks away the innocent expression he’d been pulling and sighs, yanking the plug and reaching for the discarded towel to wipe his hands clean. “I mean, it’s a shorter drive for me to come here from Harbour than make you slog it all the way out to mine. I was just trying to make things easier on you.”

Evan holds up his hands like he’s trying to brace both himself and Tommy for his next question. “Okay, let me be more direct. Do you still live with your mom?”

That one shocks, a genuine, full belly laugh from him. The concern on Evan’s face is beginning to grow, and Tommy waves him off. 

“No, it’s nothing like that. My place is just…a little unfinished at the moment, is all.”

Evan’s apartment was so put together it had honestly taken Tommy aback the first time he’d gotten a good look at it He didn’t know what he’d been expecting but it hadn’t been anything this nice, clean, or stylish, and the next opportunity he’d had to linger and poke around…with fewer distractions…he had quickly reevaluated the person he’d assumed Evan to be based on first impressions alone.

It had been his first in a long chain of lessons he’d learnt to never underestimate Evan Buckley. It had also made him feel slightly…lacking.

“Okay,” Evan says slowly, he’s using that tone of voice that usually means he already has a succession of twenty questions in the barrel and was just barely holding back from pulling the trigger.  “Unfinished, how?”

Tommy scratches at the side of his nose before he can stop himself. A nervous tick. “Well, I bought it with the intention of renovating it myself--my first job was working for a contractor–but I, uh, kept getting a little side tracked.”

Evan shrugs. “That doesn’t sound so bad.”

“You haven’t seen it yet…” Tommy warns.

Evan’s smile slides sideways. “Yeah, and don’t you think it’s a little unfair that Eddie’s seen your place and your boyfriend hasn't?”

He feels silly, but Tommy can’t stop the way his stomach goes hot and squirmy every time Evan says it. Boyfriend–like it’s a pearl cupped lovingly on the bed of his tongue. 

It’s Tommy’s turn to roll his eyes. He reaches out, covering Evan’s damp hand with his own and offering him a direct, hot-eyed look. “I’m not trying to impress Eddie.”

His words have their intended effect, Evan grins and ducks his head, cheeks going pleasantly red. 

Evan laces their fingers together. “I don’t care how rough it is around the edges, I want to see every part of you,” he says, devastatingly sincere. 

Every time Tommy thinks he’s gotten an upper hand on his feelings, Evan throws him for a loop. “Alright, but don’t say I didn’t warn ya.”

Evan’s grin spreads across his face like soft butter on toast. “You got it.”

[starrysturnz]

where the love light gleams

pairing. vampire!matt sturniolo x human!reader

summary. matt hasn’t celebrated a holiday in decades. a lonely, unfulfilling existence is nothing to be cheerful about, in his book. but there’s something different about this particular christmas— he’s not quite so lonely anymore.

warnings. mention of the death of a parent, an unserious joke about domestic violence, somewhat sensual toward the end?? angst if you smear this fic on a glass slide and look at it through a microscope.

word count. 1k

author’s note. OKAY SO i apologize for the fact that the only fic from this countdown that was posted on time was the first one… 20% success rate :D basically i’ve learned to pre-write anything i plan to release on a specific date lol. anyways i was traveling and then i got sick sooo not ideal conditions to focus on writing. thanks for sticking with me on this tho! i hope u like this one as much as i do!! kisses :3

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it was the perfect evening. firewood crackling in its hearth, the smell of half-baked cookies wafting in from the kitchen, and polar express playing on the tv as y/n lay cuddled up under her favorite fuzzy blanket with her boyfriend, matt.

his fingers toyed lazily with her (admittedly, ugly) sweater as she laid her temple against his shoulder. tilting her head up to admire his face— his strong jaw, his striking eyes— she said, “i can’t believe you’ve never seen this movie before. it’s a classic.”

his head turned slowly to face her, eyes lagging behind on the screen for a second before speaking, “just never really been into christmas movies, i guess.”

there was a hint of something hidden in his voice… amusement, maybe? like he knew something she didn’t. y/n got that vibe from him occasionally— like she was on the receiving end of an inside joke that she wasn’t a part of— but she mostly chose to ignore it. today, however, the urge to pry won her over.

“how come? your family didn’t celebrate holidays growing up or something?”

it was an innocent question, matt knew. he’d expected she might be intrigued by his utter lack of knowledge regarding common christmas traditions. this was their first big holiday together, and she was entitled to some curiosity. but he couldn’t tell her the truth… yet. it wasn’t exactly the time.

besides, the honest answer was a real mood killer— how could he tell her he’d spent the better part of the last century avoiding holiday festivities at all costs? that he didn’t see any reason to celebrate his miserable, cursed existence? way too much explaining, so not enough time. plus, it made him seem all dark and self-loathing, and while yeah, that might’ve been the case, he felt it was far too accurate to edward from the twilight franchise… and being compared to that idiot in any capacity made him want to stake himself.

so instead, he offered her his prepared answer: “no, no, it’s not that. just, i dunno… my mom passed around the holidays when i was young, and it sort of overshadowed the magic of it all, y’know?”

it was the perfect fib— just dark enough to be believable without leaving room for any follow-up questions. and it’s not like it was a total lie; matt’s mother really had died around christmas when he was a boy, and it did put a damper on his holiday spirit.

y/n’s expression softened into one of genuine empathy, and she mustered her best comforting smile. “’m sorry. that must’ve been really difficult.”

“’s okay, that was a long time ago. besides, now i get to experience all your creepy CGI movies for the first time right next to you, so it all worked ou— hey!”

matt rubbed the assaulted spot on his arm as if her little swat had actually hurt at all. (truthfully, he suspected that not even a human would’ve been bothered by her attack.)

“i’ll have you know this movie is a staple from my childhood,” she stated matter-of-factly. “so be nice, or else next halloween i’m making you watch monster house.”

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“the cookies should be ready by now, don’t y’think, love?” matt asked, nudging his girlfriend ever so gently in the ribs, making her giggle. “i might not be a christmas expert, but santa can’t visit if the place has burned down, can he?”

“yeah, yeah. i’ll go get them, you stay here,” she ordered.

moments later, y/n was padding back into the living room on her bare tiptoes— the only part her leg warmers didn’t cover— with a decorative reindeer plate full of warm strawberry jam cookies, lightly dusted with powdered sugar. she situated herself back under the blanket, setting the plate on her lap.

matt, eager to try one of the delicacies, reached for the one on the top, only to have his hand smacked away by an irritated y/n.

“ah! do i need to call the cops on you for domestic violence? because you just love hitting me today, hm?”

“only when you do stupid stuff. hands to yourself, silly.”

“but then how am i supposed to…”

his words trailed off as she lifted a cookie between two fingers, raising a brow at him expectantly.

“oh,” he grinned cutely, opening his mouth. his eyes fell shut of their own accord as the treat pushed past his lips, and he found himself savoring the taste. matt never really believed in love as an ingredient in baked goods, but he had to admit, he could taste it in y/n’s food every time.

“so?”

“they’re incredible, darling. really delicious, seriously.” his smile widened at her pleased expression, clearly happy with herself for having impressed him. not that she had to try very hard. “if i grab one of these, are you gonna hit me again?”

“mm. i guess not.”

matt’s hands reached into her lap, snagging the plate from her entirely, setting it atop his own legs.

“hey, wha—”

“sh,” he quieted her protests with a whisper, grabbing a cookie and admiring the adorable heart-shaped design for a second before his eyes flitted up to her face. the corners of his lips quirked up just barely, and then his free hand was softly gripping her jaw. “open up.”

y/n obeyed almost immediately, save for the half-second she spent processing what had just happened. then, she was chewing on the warm pastry, practically melting in matt’s grasp as his thumb swiped at the edge of her mouth to clean the powdered sugar there.

“good?” he asked after a beat. she swallowed.

“mhm.”

“told you,” he teased, now setting the plate on the coffee table and pulling the girl into his lap instead. he heard her heartbeat pick up in her chest, and he placed a soft kiss against her cheek just to hear it skip once. the movie on the tv had been long forgotten.

y/n’s arms wrapped around his shoulders securely, a happy sigh escaping her lips.

“merry christmas, matt.”

for the first time in many years, matt found himself smiling at those words. he held her tightly against his chest.

“merry christmas, darling.”

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[lilwifeynextdoor]

Your blog is amazing!

Imagine: You are a former feminist, a stay at home mom of many kids, and I'm your feminist friend who visits you one day. I am worried about you and ask if this is really what you want even as I rub your belly and smile. You listen to me rant, all the while thinking that what I really need is some cock and a baby or two of my own. That would keep me happy and see, part of me loves rubbing your pregnant belly already. You decide to slowly corrupt me into becoming an antifeminist breeder, friends don't let their friends remain sad. How would you manipulate me?

Thanks.

Thank you so much!! I'm sorry I took so long to respond! I've been a busy mommy and I wanted to find the time to give this a well thought out answer. Short story below:

I freed myself of feminism what feels like so long ago, but to some five years isn't a long time. Five years ago, I had fallen pregnant with my husband's first child. I dropped out of college and became a stay at home mom around my 7th month of my first pregnancy, upon my then boyfriend now husband's request. He didn't have to do too much persuading as I was already considering it due to struggling with fatigue, waddling, and brain fog. He was right, it was only going to get more difficult for me to walk to classes not to mention trying to think once in the classroom.

It was the right decision for us and his growing baby. But, most all my friendships faded now that I wasn't on campus anymore. You were the only one that came and visited me sometimes, we were best friends and we had met in women's history class. You were so inspired in that class, I could see the passion in your eyes when you spoke about feminism. I was inspired by your spirit, and for a long time I held on to the idea that feminism is about a woman's right to choose, and I made the choice to be a stay at home mom.

Our lifestyles are so different, years went by and our friendship faded more and more. Until one day you showed up at my husband's doorstep. It had been a long while since I had seen you, last we met up my husband and I had 2 children and now we have 5 with his 6th on the way.

Of course I invite you in. My husband is at work and my children are all down for a nap except for our current youngest who I am holding and nursing as we sit at the kitchen table.

You had been so worried about me recently, but now that you are here you take pause. The house was lovely and tidy, the tea I served you was comforting and delicious, and on top of that I was absolutely glowing. Then you notice, the bump I'm sporting moves as the baby inside rolls and kicks. Without thinking you start rubbing my belly, like some sort of strange magnetism, your hands were drawn to it. I scoot closer to you to invite you to continue.

"I've been worried about you" the words you've been meaning to say all this time spill out of you.

An incredulous gasp leaves me when I ask you why you've been worried about me.

"I see your posts on social media, I know this is your sixth in just as many years... congratulations by the way" You stumbled through your words. "Is this what you really want?" You look up from my belly to search my eyes for an answer.

"Of course! This is my choice" I gesture to my home. Which is to you: my cushy prison.

"No it's not, you can't tell that lie to me! I was there, I know what really happened!" You stand up, outraged. "He knocked you up and told you to drop out, he's controlling you and has kept you stuffed full of babies ever since so you can't leave! So you can't live your own life!" The passion in your voice was tinged with some kind of hurt, or jealousy?

"well hold on, you're right our first was a surprise to me. But, I am so happy. I really feel like my experiences have shown me this is the way life is meant to be." I try to soothe you, to call you down from the edge you've gotten yourself onto. "So no need to worry for me okay?" I smile to you, hoping you'll smile back.

When you smile and sit back down, I notice how worn thin you are. Your skin and hair is dull, the way you conduct yourself is full of sloppy and tired movements.

"How are you, are you happy? Have you found your calling?" I ask, but already see the answer.

"Well I'm fine. Work is okay but it's not what it was cracked up to be. All the guys at work are losers, and they are always pissing me off. I do wonder if I haven't found my calling, yeah, maybe I majored in the wrong thing." Your sharp defensive tone falls to a nagging grumble as you go on and on.

"it's a little late to start all over like that and go back to school." I point out.

"You think I should keep sticking it out and climb the ladder?" You try to muster some hope into your voice.

"Actually I was thinking the opposite, you should quit that job. Look for something easier and part time. Do you have a partner? Surely he makes more than you and wouldn't mind you leaning on him for support." I ask, thinking surely you can't have stayed single all this time.

"What do you mean surely he makes more than me?! And no I don't have a boyfriend!" You bolt up again, feeling attacked.

You stormed out on me that day with your ego bruised. But you came back around. My words still stung, because I had a point. It gnawed at you and you couldn't help but try taking my advice. You did get that part-time job, and you spent your new found extra free time at my house helping me with my children and to-do list. With working less you were already doing so much better, not near as stressed, cleared skin, and your hair had shine again.

You slowly but surely stepped away from being career focused as I got you more and more comfortable with domesticity. Women belong in the home, so it was naturally very easy for you to fit right in to the lifestyle. My husband took us shopping as I needed bigger maternity clothes and you definitely needed something more becoming of an available young woman.

Then one day, I had you stay over for dinner and my husband brought one of his colleagues home with him to have dinner with us. The match making game had begun. Now that you were completely ready to settle down and assume the natural role of a woman beneath a man, serving him and birthing his children, any man would be so lucky to have you. You've become such an enlightened woman in these modern times where so many silly girls still cling to feminism like you once did.

Today you're absolutely beaming and radiant. You've announced your pregnancy! Your husband's first baby is officially on the way. I'm so happy for you and I hug you best I can with my husband's 7th due any day now. I'm truly proud of the woman you've become and will continue to grow to be.

(I'm so sorry I'm a confrontation person and not a manipulation person, I did my best, it's still something, I hope you enjoy!)

[sometimes-men-need-help-too]

So usually, I will discuss posts from reddit and provide screenshots but today I just wanna discuss the post itself. Most of the commenters are calling her out anyway

I'm reusing this throwaway to again avoid connection to my main.

I (38F) have been dating my current boyfriend (36M) for about 2 years now. It's very difficult for me to make long term commitments like this because of issues I've had growing up and with past relationships - however we've been making things work despite my baggage for the most part.

We hit a roadblock in our relationship a week and a half ago. My bf has his own familial baggage: to sum up without going into the nitty gritty his biological mom left him when he was young. They reunited half a year or so ago - and I guess things went ok there? A little bit over a week ago she passed away, and surprisingly he's taken it way harder than I expected. This is the first time I've seen him cry - and to be honest I hate it. I've done my fair share of crying over my years but I've grown past that phase and in the present I'm not sure I enjoy having that energy around.

Things got worse when he found out his bio mom's family would not let him attend her funeral. Because of this, he hasn't worked since to "take his own time to mourn". I've tried to talk to him about it as I don't get why he's exahausting so much effort to mourn someone who has barely been in his life. He's gotten angry with my reaction but he does know I'm not fit to deal with what he's doing at the moment because of my own experiences.

Now that it's been over a week I've grown both worried and annoyed about the situation. I had a sit down with him and another friend two nights ago to talk to him. I'm not one to hold back so I outright told him to just get over the whole thing already and how it isn't normal to react this much to someone who had wronged him so much. Our mutual friend wasn't expecting that - and to be precise she completely failed to mediate the talk from then on.

Some time into our fight he started crying - yet again. I was really uncomfortable and I outright demanded he stop. He had to be removed from our home. He's been staying with our friend since then and I've been really confused on how to approach further. Our friend has told me I was being harsh but again he knows how I am and how I deal with negative emotions. Still talking with her further has gotten me thinking about how I handeled things.

Edit - clarifying things.

This isn't about my bf's masculinity. The way he's acting triggers something in me. It brings me back to a dark place - that's the negativity I can't be around.

My boyfriend has been my emotional rock for most of our relationship - this sudden shift in his attitude is also contributed to my reaction to the whole ordeal.

I'm not heartless, as I said I have a very rough way of displaying my emotions. Genuinely I feel concern about how my boyfriend is acting.

This is so messed up

First of all, she had no business judging him for crying. If it truly brings her to a dark place(/her not being fit to deal with it) then she needs to get herself some help (and I'm not saying that to be snarky) instead of being in a relationship. You can't be in a relationship with someone, having them be there for you (in this case, emotionally) but you can't be there for them. It isn't fair at all. He can't just be her emotional rock while she doesn't do anything in return.

She also has no business judging him for why he's mourning. He's obviously torn up about it. Maybe he's mourning for the relationship he didn't get to have. Maybe they planned on further patching things up. Whatever it is, she has no right to act like he shouldn't be grieving, especially when she knows he isn't even allowed to attend the funeral.

And then for her to become annoyed--not cool, not okay. How do you just tell someone, a week after their loved one passed, to get over it? How? You don't just suddenly become okay again after a little bit of time passes by. Grief is hard and can be overwhelming. It's harder if you're in a situation like this with an unsupportive S/O.

The kicker is that she demanded him to stop crying and kicked him out. That is abhorrent.

[1moreoffkeyanthem]

What was it like when OJV style first started dating? I’m rereading OJV for the 100th time and I live for early teen style fluff lmaoo them being dorks with each other makes me happy

Aaaaaaa my sweet awkward boys!!! Oh my goodness Stan just bumbling out a “dudeireallyloveyouandimgladyouredoingbetterholyshitdidijustsaythat” and Kyle laughing and saying he loves him too and then they’re texting all “wait does this mean we’re boyfriends now”. And when they tell their families everyone’s confused bc they thought they were already dating lmfao.

These poor babies had NO idea what to do at first, but it ended up being pretty similar to how they’d always acted, just with more hand holding and kissing (simps). OJV style was always pretty much attached at the hip, and that definitely doesn’t change when they start dating, it just results in more overthinking at first.

And ofc those codependent losers were always very give and take, Stan says those three little words first and Kyle considers it his responsibility to initiate the first kiss (day 4 of my Style Week fic those gay idiots kissin under the stars ugh I love them so bad) and they’re both trying SO hard. I will absolutely never apologize for Stan’s dorky ass deciding the best way to impress his boyfriend is to learn fucking ELVISH and what’s more it WORKS goddamn losers one of my favorite things in OJV canon tbh.

As for group dynamic when they get together, Cartman naturally says some shit like “whatever, as long as you too faglings don’t fuck up the broship” (yes Kyle punched him for that) like he’s not secretly over the moon bc Cartman is a shipper through and through. Kenny and Marj are super supportive to the point it’s embarrassing and Kenny ofc has to tease them relentlessly.

Now y’all know a very important thing to me about OrangeJuiceVerse style is the size difference, but they start dating freshman year and Stan is only like two inches taller than kyles 5’7 (little do they know Stanathan is gonna shoot up while Kyle’s done growing lmao angry short king) this makes kissing much easier since they’re on the same level, but come junior year when Stan hits that last growth spurt? Bro gets HUGE and Kyle is at first bothered (until he sees him sweaty and very Boy after practice hehe). Naturally this brings me to the Style Carry™️, which, in OJV canon, occurred for the first time ever in A Fall In The Springtime. And that was only because Kyle didn’t really have a choice and couldn’t say no to Stan’s knight in shining armor complex. Ngl I think that whole ordeal is what awakened Kyle’s pain kink bc being carried up the steps after being hurt in a basketball game was really sweet and Stan was just too doting and adorable. They’re both down horrendous.

Of course it’s crucial to me that they’re super best friends at the root of their romantic relationship. They still joke around, tease each other, act like typical teenage boys and get into shenanigans. They’ll hold each other’s hands after taking bets on who can build the tallest snowman though.

They grow up together, and thus do a lot of learning together. Stans only relationship experience is his childhood fling with Wendy, and Kyle’s relationships have never been more than a passing experiment. They figure it out together, with a lot of (often misguided) advice from the rest of the gang. Their parents probably aren’t any help, because the dads are pretty useless and their moms are overbearing to the point of frustration so they kind of wing it and do what feels natural. After all, super best boyfriends is really only a step up from super best friends, and no one will ever understand them the same

[novankenn]

Nora in : Tea with Jaune's family... Terra

Nora did not know how they were doing it, but it was starting to really piss her off. It had taken her another three-days to get the last dose of whatever the Arcs were putting into her tea out of her system. Three days and about thirty-six ice-cold showers.

Now she was ready to speak to Jaune about what has been going with his family. Yet every time she could get him alone, so they could have a private talk, somehow one of them would call! Day or night, any chance she tried to take to bring up the "Tea Sessions" someone would call!

His mom, his sister, his sister-in-law, his grandmother... if that was really what she was. The frustration was mounting, and it wasn't helping that now her dreams were being filled with visions of babies, and children. Very adorable and loving children. In her most recent lucid dream, she counted nine... NINE kids. Three sets of twins, one set of triplets, and she was pregnant again!

Her oldest set of twins... two adorable girls, who loved to have their pale strawberry blond hair in twin tails, were only eight! But for some reason the nights she had those dreams, lead to the mornings that she felt the most rested and refreshed.

Nora: This is getting out of hand. I need to talk to Jaune, about all this.

Nora currently was walking through Beacon's gardens. She wasn't much for gardening, but the place was often quiet and sparsely occupied. A perfect spot to plan out how to finally speak to Jaune about all this.

Sitting down on a nearby bench, she sighed and rubbed her face with her hand. As soon as she removed her hand, she knew things had changed. The hard bench was now soft and comfortable. The sounds of birds and insects were gone, as was the cool breeze. Looking about, she was back in that special tearoom. Nora turned her head to the left and saw the tuxedo clad Beowulf.

Nora: Hi Bob.

Bob(Beowulf): *Grunts

Nora: Can you tell me the truth?

Bob(Beowulf): *Grunt

Nora: Have they doctored my tea again?

Bob(Beowulf): *Whine

Nora: Why can't they just let me and Jaune be?

????: Because that is NOT how this family works.

Nora snapped her head about and her eyes narrowed on the dusky skinned young woman taking a seat across from her. Her smile was warm, and Nora had to admit the red rimmed glasses did suit her.

Nora: And who are you?

Terra: I'm Terra Cotta-Arc... you met my wife a few days ago. Saphron, Jaune's eldest sister.

Nora: Okay, and you're here to?

Terra: Just speak to you. Even if you don't believe it, I once was seated in that very chair, just like you are now. I think it was about three weeks after I started dating Saphie.

Nora: Three weeks? Jaune and I have been seeing each other for a few months now.

Terra: Well, the reason for that is Adrian. You remember him?

Nora: He was... adorable. But how?

Terra: Well... I sort of mentioned that I would like Adrian to have some cousins around his age... and seeing as none of Jaune's other sisters are in any sort of relationships... grandma and mom zeroed in on you. So sorry about that.

Nora: Well, thanks. Can't say I'm happy about all this, but at least I know why.

Terra: Again, I'm so sorry.

Nora: So what now? I mean, what do we do now? Every other time I was here, someone was trying to make me want to get preggers.

Terra: Well, I'm still here to do that.

Nora: WHAT?!?

Terra: Well, Adrian needs cousins... and maybe if that's not possible a sibling?

Nora: Sibling? (Nora's eyes grow wide in shock) You wouldn't! Your wife! What would she think?

Terra: She's the one that suggested it. (Nora watches as Terra gently strokes her belly) Jaune was too young to help with Adrian... but now...

Nora: You're just going to ask him to donate, right? That's how it works, right? DO it all at a clinic, I heard they have those...

Terra: No. Been there... done that... this time I think I want the ... natural experience.

Nora: You can't!

Terra: And why not?

Nora: Jaune's MY boyfriend!

Terra: That doesn't mean he can't be my baby daddy.

Nora: I... I...

Terra: (Leaning forward, a mischievous grin on her lips) Is it really the thought that I would like Jaune to father Adrian's brother or sister... or is it that... YOU want to have his first child?

Nora: I... I... no... I...

Terra: Don't lie to yourself... which is it? You've been around Jaune long enough to know he would make a great father. He's loving, caring, selfless and devoted...

Nora: I...

Terra: Winter Holiday's are coming up, Ms Valkyrie. Jaune's already been invited to come to Argus... that's where Saphie and I live...

Nora: You... you... you wouldn't!

Terra: Adrian needs cousins or siblings... I'll be happy with the former over the latter... but someone needs to make a choice.

Nora: But...

Terra: The choice is yours, Nora. I'm just letting you know what I have planned.

Terra rose from her seat, and walked up to Nora, who was breathing heavily. Placing a soft hand on her shoulder, Terra leaned in and whispered into her ear...

Terra: We all know you love him. Grandma has seen it. Mother approves of you... the question now is... what would make you happier?

Nora: Happier?

Terra: Being a huntress... or

Nora: Or?

Terra: Being a member of a large, loving family... with a large family of your own.

Nora: Family...

Terra: Then drink your tea, Mrs Arc... and I'll see you in Argus in a few weeks.

Nora's hand shook as she reached for the teacup. Grasping it tightly, she tilted her eyes to see Terra's soft warm smile, and then brought it to her lips. Nora downed the entire cup in a single swallow.

Terra: (Runs her fingers gently through Nora's hair.) Everything will be okay. Everything will work out, don't you worry.

Nora: Are you sure.

Terra: Positive. Now close your eyes.

Nora closed her eyes slowly and seconds afterwards she could once again hear the sounds of the garden. Opening her eyes, she took, a deep breath. She could feel the heat of the tea working on her. She had to find Jaune. Make her dreams a reality. Slowly, she stood up and started to make her way back to the dorm.

(Master List)

[crypticmillipede]

actually should i just drop a completely unprompted long take on The Sun and The Star?? nobody asked for this but my audience is 1, and it is me. behold, my list:

Things I Liked:

Nico book!! yeah Nico book, book for Nico!!

Seriously though, this was such an awesome book for queer representation. Nico was such an icon for queer kids like me growing up, at a time when it wasn’t very common to see gay people in media, and he had a happy ending! it’s really cool that he has his own book, and kids today will have this.

Nico and Will were compelling characters, they were well-written and play off each other nicely!

They gave Nico PTSD, which I thought actually made a lot of sense and seemed realistic for his situation. I mean, the guy’s been through a lot.

nostalgia. plain and simple. i am simply biased to like this book bc it is Percy Jackson-related.

Things I Disliked:

i was super surprised that Nico was relatively cool with Will coming to Tartarus with him, especially given the prophecy? i thought Will would have to sneak down there! felt strange that Nico would be pretty chill with his boyfriend coming to Literal Hell with him, especially since it’s a major source of his PTSD.

Will didn’t bring a weapon?? Nico was like “eh whatever” when it came to packing food? it’s TARTARUS ! be so much more serious i am begginggg you.

I wish they’d done more with his PTSD? i mean, he had the dreams, but it turns out those were sent by Nyx, so what really was the extent of his ptsd? Especially going back to tartarus, it might’ve been more meaningful for him to shut down or freeze up in an important moment, or exhibit more symptoms throughout the book

GOD parts of it were cringe. “cocoa puffs”?? be so fr. ik theyre teens, and teens are ABSOLUTELY cringe, but this didn’t feel like teen cringe, it felt more like “older people trying to write teen lingo” cringe

going to Percy’s mom’s house felt super shoe-horned in. i can maybee understand wanting to iris-message Percy and Annabeth, but the whole “we don’t know his schedule thing” was a pretty thinly-veiled excuse

the reveal that Nico was playing Mythomagic in the 40s???? ?? this was such a small detail but it really got to me. no WAY have the “greek pokémon cards” been around 80 YEARS. broke my immersion lol

They didn’t have to drink from the Phlegethon once? What happened to the acid air! i know they were eating a lot of ambrosia, but if that was healing them, it’d be nice if the book explicitly mentioned it. and like, they slept there overnight, and not one mention of their throats hurting bc of the,, poison air? i mean this was a majorrr mechanic of percy and annabeth’s time there! they mentioned it like once or twice i think, but that was about it.

also, in the tartarus flashback, Nico didn’t know what the Phlegethon was! yk, one of only 5 rivers that flows through the Underworld?? the one that’s essential to its ecosystem bc it ensures the tortured stay alive?? as someone who’s very familiar with the underworld, there’s no way he wouldn’t know what it was- if Annabeth would recognize it, he would too!

In general, the descriptions of Tartarus were toned way down from Percy and Annabeth’s experience. i reread HoH in preparation for when this book came out, and you can really tell the difference.

I think at one point in HoH, the true nature of Tartarus was revealed to Percy, and he said something like, “this must’ve been how Nico experienced Tartarus the whole time” and that always stuck with me. turns out, not really? and the book made up new mechanics about the “true nature” being revealed the longer you stayed there, which wasn’t really a thing in HoH

Nyx was a weird villain. why would a protogenos care about some random demigod “coming to the dark side”?? demigods are like ants to her. and Nico is like, a well-established hero, who’s consistently characterized as someone who is very good, and looks out for the forgotten. he’s been through some things, but his “goodness” has never reallyyy been in question (except for like, a tinyyy bit of the 4th pjo book, but still, not really)

What was the purpose of Nyx sending Nico those nightmares, when Bob was already the set trap? even Nico mentioned it was redundant, but then the authors never elaborated on it

Nico’s demons were a cool reveal, but I don’t see how they fulfilled the prophecy at all. are they really of equal value to a Titan? and Nico’s emotions are still inside him, they’re just also manifested on the outside too now. Plus, the cacodemons came with him, so he didn’t even leave them behind?? When I originally heard the prophecy, I thought maybe Bob’s essence would split from Iapetus, and they’d leave the evil titan behind while escaping with Bob. Honestly, i still think that makes more sense than what actually happened.

Wasn’t Bianca reincarnated?? how were they able to have that conversation?? ig it could be written off as “hades’ magic or whatever” but it felt like a MAJOR oversight

WHERE was Hazel??? that made no sense. she was such a big part of Nico’s life in HoO, i don’t know if they mentioned it even once?? Why in the world would Nico call Piper at the end? ik it made sense thematically, since Piper is also queer, but it felt so shallow and surface level. like “ooh let’s have the two gay characters talk”. in reality Nico and Piper never talked in HoO, it really doesn’t make sense for them to talk now, as the final part of the book? where is his sister?? it honestly would’ve been nice to see her reaction to his queerness as well, since she’s from another century. it could’ve been a cool little “being from a different time is not an excuse for homophobia, look hazel’s an ally” thing! idk lol i just wanted to see her again

THEY DIDN’T RESCUE DAMASEN :-( made a whole nother post about this one.

Things Other People Disliked That I Thought Were Fine, Actually:

people said Nico was OOC, but i thought he was pretty in line with the Nico of ToA. A year or so has passed since the Nico of HoO, and this is the first time he’s been in a really good place. He’s allowed to act happy!

some people reallyyy hated Will in this book, but i thought he was alright. he was a flawed character, but it’s good when characters have flaws! plus he was like half-awake and drained for most of the book, obv he’s not gonna be on his best behavior!

i saw people saying the book was too sappy, but i think it was alright! was it sappy? yeahhh. but like, it was a book explicitly for queer representation, go big or go home right? i’m glad kids today have this!

i saw a lot of people arguing that the book was cringe, in CONTRAST to the previous percy jackson books. and yea, it was cringe sometimes. but this is a well-established precedent within the percy jackson series !!! i hatee to say this but. be so genuine and fr with me rn. are you gonna tell me “seaweed brain” “wise girl” isn’t,,, cringe? the quips have ALWAYS been “erm, it’s right behind me, isn’t it?”-style. i knowww it’s hard to hear but the only difference is that we’re older now and can recognize it.

people were arguing that Tartarus was Percy and Annabeth’s thing, and that sending Nico down there with Will was infringing on that. but i reallyy disagree. Nico was the FIRST person down there, and he did it alone! if Tartarus was anyone’s “thing”, it’d be Nico’s. and besides, if you’re gonna make a Nico and Will-centric book, what better way then to send them through the gauntlet of Tartarus, symbolically saying that their journey was just as valid as Percy and Annabeth’s?

Anyways, there’s my extremely long take on TSaTS. I know it seems like i had a lot of negative things to say about it, but i actually really liked the book overall. Did it have questionable writing choices and weird moments of characterization? yeah a little bit. but i still enjoyed it so much! Absolutely feel free to disagree with me, i’m actually really curious to see what other people thought of the book!!

[mysecretlittlelibrary]

Just Let Me Adore You Pt. 6

Pairing: Stucky x Reader

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: okay so... it all goes to shit here kind of lol

Genre: angst fr

Summary: You’ve been dating your boyfriend, Bruce, for 3 absolutely blissful years. He’s a scientist and professor who is as smart as he is kind and if anyone asked, you were sure you’d spend the rest of your life with him. That is until two mysteriously charming men that Bruce swears are dangerous take an interest in you that threatens to turn your entire life upside down. I mean… what exactly are you supposed to do with two gorgeous men telling you something that suggests that basically everything you think you know is a lie? And why does part of you have enough doubt to wonder if they might be telling the truth?

Series Masterlist

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"Mom- how could you not tell me?" You ask her forcing yourself to remain calm.

"Well, your father and I-"

"Daddy knows too?" You ask quietly because the idea that your parents agreed to keep you in the dark makes this whole thing that much harder to process.

"Of course he does."

"Why would you keep this a secret from me?"

"Because we weren't sure you'd ever turn."

"What?"

"In both your father and I we have a rare genetic thing, our wolf genes are dormant. Neither of us can turn- we thought, maybe you wouldn't be able to either and we didn't want the pressure of knowing that to affect you growing up. It can be very hard, being a wolf who can't be a wolf. We worried that if we told you that you would go through middle and high school thinking you were broken because you never turned. It's- wonderful that you have! I can tell you anything you want to know now that-"

"I haven't." You mutter.

"You haven't?"

"I haven't turned."

"Then- where did the question come from? How did you suspect you were a werewolf if you haven't turned?"

"I got clocked." You mutter.

"You got clocked?!"

"Yep. Some guys, near strangers, actually told me I was a werewolf. I've been mulling it over for like the past month wondering if it was even possible. I finally decided to just give you a call and put the whole thing to rest."

"Okay, wait strangers told you? How would they know?"

"They're werewolves. There are actually quite a few of them out here apparently mom."

"And one of them realized you were one?"

"Two of them but, it would appear so. And now I have a second problem."

"What is it baby?"

"These same men that told me I was a werewolf, told me Bruce has known this whole time." You say.

"Bruce your scientist boyfriend?"

"Yes mom my scientist boyfriend, who specializes in studying supernatural creatures. Would've been nice to know I WAS ONE before committing three years to him!" You huff.

"Wait you never told us he studied supernaturals. Why would you leave that out?"

"Because why would my human parents care about what he's sciencing mom?!" You scoff.

"You're okay with him experimenting on supernaturals as long as you aren't one?!"

"He doesn't experiment on them he does pretty much exclusively observational research as far as I know. Mom, what do I do if he's known this whole time and kept it from me? How do I even ask him something like that?"

"Be direct. And look out for the tells."

"Tells?"

"I know as a kid you had such sensitive hearing you could tell if someone was coming to the house before they even reached the front porch and I'm sure by now you've learned to manage that sensory response but if you can focus, you'll be able to hear his heart, hear his breathing change. If you can't focus watch for if he makes eye contact, or if he starts fidgeting, sweating, or pacing. Those are the tells of a liar. Plus regardless of if he's known all this time or not, I don't like the idea of you dating someone that treats our kind like lab rats."

"Okay well, I guess my life is imploding. I'll call you later. I have questions about this werewolf thing but I must first sort out the boyfriend drama." You tell her.

"Alright dear, take care of yourself hm? And tell Wanda I said hello." 

"HI MOM! BYE MOM!" Wanda shouts before you hang up.

"Bye Wanda dear!" She says and the call ends there.

"So- you're a werewolf. I was right!" Wanda practically squeals in excitement.

"Okay you need to calm down." You tell her.

"I need to calm down?! How are you not less calm?"

"I think I'm still in shock. Kind of. But also I've been considering this for a while now. Plus Steve and Bucky being right about this means they might also be right about Bruce."

"You really think Bruce knew you were a werewolf this whole time and kept it from you?" Wanda frowns.

"Believe me I don't want to but I have to consider it. He swore Steve and Bucky were delusional liars and- if they were telling the truth about the wolf thing why would they lie about Bruce?"

"So are you going to ask him?"

"I have to. Don't I?"

"Unless you have access to his research yeah."

"How would access to his research help me avoid asking?"

"Well, for him to find out even though you didn't know, he'd have to have run a blood test or something on you at some point and I'm sure he kept them on file somewhere."

"I'll just ask him. I wouldn't feel comfortable going through his files anyway."

"I dunno considering it's likely that he's been running tests on you fuck his privacy in my opinion. Do you have access to his research?"

"Technically, yes, but he takes his laptop to the lab with him usually. I wouldn't be able to go through it without him here. It'll just be quicker to ask him. Mom says I should be able to tell if he's lying about it." You shrug.

"Well there ya go." She says.

"Would it be awful if I waited?" You grimace. The thought of this makes your stomach turn.

"No, it's gonna be a tough confrontation you should do it when you feel ready. Although it's probably not good to let it fester. Can I ask what's holding you back?"

"If he's lying I need to be prepared to leave and I wanna have that in order first-"

"I can't believe you're saying that as if I'm not right here! Pack a bag or two right now and I'll take your stuff to my place. As soon as you find out he's lying head right out the door and come to mine."

"Wait- do you think he's lying Wanda?"

"How should I know?"

"You said as soon as I find out he's lying, as if he for sure is and it's just a matter of confirming. You think Steve and Bucky are right about this?"

"They were right about you being a werewolf. You said it yourself, if they weren't lying about that why this?" She shrugs. "I know you love Bruce but it's not farfetched that in 3 years with all he knows about supernaturals, he suspected you were one, like I did, but unlike me he did what he could to confirm that suspicion."

"Oh." You frown.

"I'm sorry y/n. I don't want to believe that he would do that to you, but you know I've always had my reservations about him."

"No I- I know. It's a valid thought. I mean Steve and Bucky were right about one thing and if I was so sure they were wrong about Bruce I wouldn't feel the need to ask him in the first place but- the ethics of his research have always been a point of contention for me so, I'm not surprised we're here anyway."

"Honestly if he's been telling the truth that's great, but what you should pay more attention to is how he reacts to the question regardless. I mean- everything you thought you knew just got flipped on its head he should understand why that would raise more questions especially since the source of one truth is the source of this information."

"I dunno he's been pretty agitated about this whole wolf mafia thing. Every time we talk about Steve and Bucky he's like in hyper defense. Sometimes it feels like he doesn't believe I can think for myself. If I'm not agreeing with him he says it's because I'm too naive or too trusting or whatever."

"That's- kind of ugly." Wanda mutters and you laugh.

"He's paranoid and he feels guilty."

"Guilty?"

"Because if I'm in danger it's because of his research all those years ago. Not that anyone has made any indication that I'm in danger it's just- knowing all of these supposed mobsters are in my social vicinity he assumes they're just waiting to strike. Circling me like sharks." You chuckle.

"If anything it seems like they're circling to protect though?"

"Bruce would have an aneurysm even trying to consider that possibility." You scoff.

"Okay well, pack some things. You don't have to take him on today but since I'm here we'll pack your evacuation stuff now and just keep it at mine til you do."

"Maybe I should be giving him the benefit of the doubt." You sigh as you pull your small suitcase out of your closet.

"I think you're giving plenty of benefit by bothering to ask him and not just assuming he's lying."

"Yeah but- packing like this? As if I'm expecting to hear a lie and need to escape?" You frown, folding up clothes and packing them into the suitcase without much thought.

"Hope for the best but prepare for the worst that's what you always say. I know it's hard when the worst is that your boyfriend betrayed your trust but it'll be easier to face if you're ready for that possibility."

"Right. Hope for the best. Prepare for the worst." You nod.

"So- if the werewolves end up being right about him, what's your plan with them?"

"My plan with them?"

"Yeah, like- will you go talk to them?"

"I dunno. I have no way of contacting them Wanda they just kind of appear every couple of weeks. It's not like I can go looking."

"I think you could." She shrugs.

"How does one go looking for werewolf possibly crime lords?"

"Well you said Peter knows two of their men?"

"Maybe. I mean Peter knows two of the werewolf mobsters yes but. That only helps if Steve and Bucky really are on top like Bruce thinks they are. If not the last thing I wanna do is have more werewolves looking for me."

"Hm, I guess dealing with Steve and Bucky can wait. First we deal with Bruce." She tells you.

"Yeah sure- I guess so." You agree and finish packing your things for her to take to her place. Despite Wanda's conviction on the matter, you don't have the courage to confront Bruce when he comes home that night. You have dinner and discuss his day and wind down together like you do every other night. You pretend that nothing is wrong and can I just say you are one hell of an actress because Bruce does not suspect a thing. In fact you sit on this information for days before you deal with anything and it's not exactly by choice. The bell at the front of the store rings and you greet the way you always do.

"Hello! Welcome in!" You call, looking up to see Wanda walking towards you with serious conviction. "Uh oh." You mutter.

"Hi Peter!" Wanda says without even looking for him knowing he works pretty much every shift with you at this point.

"Miss Wanda! Hi!" Peter pokes his head into view from behind some shelves. Wanda waves at him and then turns her attention to you with a point.

"You." She says.

"Me."

"You need to talk to him." Wanda says.

"I will! I just-"

"No no you just nothing. You've been sitting on this for over four days. What are you gonna do just pretend it's all okay for the rest of your life?" She crosses her arms. You knew this was coming, and to her credit, she has left you to your devices until now.

"No of course not, but- I'm not ready." You sigh.

"Y/n right now you don't know if you can trust him and that's something you need to sort out because a relationship without trust is like, jumping out of an airplane without a parachute. Death waiting to happen."

"Sorry I'm not eager to risk blowing up my entire relationship." You shrug.

"Newsflash the fact that you're in this situation at all means your relationship is probably already fucking doomed. Especially if the truth is what we're worried that it is, then your relationship has been over for a looooong time."

"Ouch." You frown.

"Honey if he's been lying to you this whole time then he thinks you're a fool. Do not let him make a fool of you.  When you get off work, talk to him or I will come to your apartment and accuse him myself."

"That is a terrible idea." You shake your head.

"I know, the point is to light a fire under your butt so you take care of it yourself. Because you know I'll do it."

"Why can't you just let me do this on my own time?" You pout.

"I wish I could but as your best friend it would be irresponsible for me to pretend that I'm okay with this ignorance is bliss act you have going on to protect your relationship with a man who we suspect is lying to you. All you're doing is wasting your time and I can't in good conscience allow that to go on especially because in a few months you'll probably bitch at me if I do and if I were in your shoes you would have my head."

"I know you're right but I hate you for it."

"You will thank me later, and I will maybe see you tonight. At the very least I expect a text or I'll be banging on your door by this time tomorrow." She leans over the counter and kisses your cheek before sauntering out of the store.

"What a terror." You sigh to yourself.

"Wanda left?" Peter asks coming up to the counter.

"Yeah. She only came in to yell at me in person so I couldn't ignore her."

"Yell at you for what?" Peter laughs.

"Avoiding my problems. Honestly Peter the best and worst thing you can do is have a best friend that will ride your ass because they will have your back but man is it annoying to hear when you're not acting in your own best interest." You roll your eyes and he laughs some more.

"I'll- keep that in mind. I don't have much in the way of friends honestly so, I'd say you're pretty lucky to have her."

"Aw come on Sam and Clint don't ride you about being responsible and shit?" You ask.

"They're barely responsible themselves." He snorts.

"Fine then I'll be accountability friend."

"You'll be my accountability friend?"

"Yeah! I'm already Wanda's. Usually. Right now my life is minorly in shambles so she's mine but we swap as necessary. I can do the same for you." You say ruffling his hair. Peter makes a face but he doesn't complain about your affection. He never does.

"I mean you don't have to-" Peter trails off.

"I know but, you're a sweet kid. I'm sure I've got tons of advice I can offer you." You shrug.

"Oh- I appreciate it. You've been real nice to me since I started here so, thanks."

"Of course Peter." You smile at him. The rest of your shift passes quicker than you'd like it to because now as you're closing up with Peter you're thinking about the conversation you now have to have with Bruce. When you unlock your apartment the smell of food hits you first. You kick off your shoes and walk into the kitchen where Bruce is pulling a tray out of the oven.

"Hey Brucey." You say.

"Hi babe, welcome home." He says.

"Thank you. What'd you make?" You ask him, setting the table for you to eat.

"Stuffed peppers and roasted potatoes."

"Sounds good!"

"You're just in time to try them." Bruce puts the peppers on a serving plate and walks them over to the table with the potatoes. The two of you sit down and eat together, mostly in silence, but eventually, when your plates are almost empty, you initiate conversation.

"So how was your day? Did you go to the lab today?" You ask him.

"I did yeah. Nothing terribly interesting happened really just analyzing data and whatnot." He shrugs. "How was your day? Any shitty customers today?"

"Not particularly, we don't tend to get a lot of those anyway. Wanda came to visit for a little bit but that's about all." You tell him.

"That's nice." He nods and you feel your heartbeat start thundering as you convince yourself to get to the point.

"Yeah. I need to talk to you about something actually." You say standing to clear your dinner plate. You feel like if you walk you can dispel the nervous tension you're feeling.

"Oh? What's up babe?"

"You know how Steve and Bucky said I was a werewolf?"

"Yes and we agreed they were delusional. Why? Did you run into them again?" Bruce shifts in his chair to look at you as you lean against the counter by the sink.

"No, I haven't seen them since the last time we spoke about them a couple weeks ago it's just- well I finally called my mom about the whole thing-"

"Why would you call your mom if their claims are baseless?"

"Becuase it was the easiest way to put an end to any doubt it's not that big of a deal, I call my mom for all sorts of things Bruce."

"I mean sure but it's a weird question to ask her since you aren't-"

"Except I am." You say, crossing your arms. You barely catch Bruce's eyes widen before he turns back around in his chair so his back is facing you. He takes his time pushing the seat back to stand up while you keep talking. "Yeah according to my mom I actually am a werewolf. She never told me because of a dormant gene in our family, but I definitely am one. Steve and Bucky were telling the truth." You say. Bruce clears his throat and walks over to the sink placing his dinner plate into it.

"Well how are you feeling about it? I mean this is sort of big-"

"What I want to know, is if you already knew." You cut him off backing up a bit to put more space between you.

"What?" He asks with a little chuckle that you think is nervousness.

"Steve and Bucky were right about me being a werewolf, so it begs the question were they also right about you knowing and keeping it from me?"

"Oh come on that's ridiculous, for me to somehow find that out and hide part of your identity from you? I can't believe you'd even entertain the notion." He shakes his head. You look him over carefully, considering your mother's advice. He's not sweating, but he also hasn't looked at you since you said you were a werewolf, he's not exactly pacing but you look down and realize he's rolling his fingers together. "Y/n, come on you can't seriously think that I'd deceive you that way can you? I mean these strangers get one lucky guess and suddenly you trust them more than me?" Bruce adds when the silence drags on longer than he'd like. His heart, focus on his heartbeat. You take another few seconds to try and pick it up. When you really focus like this you can pick up on so many things it can be overwhelming but you force yourself to pick up his heart rate and it's not as steady as it should be. Not full blown panicked pounding but definitely nervously fast.

"I don't know who I can trust Bruce." You say.

"Me! I've never given you a reason to think otherwise. You can trust me. Why would I lie to you?"

"It makes sense."

"No it doesn't."

"Yes it does. Your supernaturals research is your life. I mean you've studied enough werewolves, it's not impossible to think that you'd know you're sharing a home with one or suspect it and convince yourself it's necessary to investigate those suspicions."

"I can't believe you think I would do that to you."

"I don't want to. God knows I don't want to but it's hard not to when you won't even look at me. You haven't looked at me since I told you I was a werewolf and you always look at me when we talk. It's hard when I know how much supernatural studies takes up your life, I know you've tracked and trapped werewolves before so you obviously know how to identify one, but I'm supposed to believe you wouldn't be able to clock one sharing a bed with you?! It's hard when at every turn you tried to convince me Bucky and Steve were crazy. You swore it was impossible for them to be right about this and now look at where we are. The impossible is not only possible it's true. So if they were telling the truth about one thing, why not the other? And when I think about it, like really think about it, since the second 'lie' is dependant on believing the first 'lie'- if you really thought they were insane and lying to manipulate me, why were you so against me calling my parents to find out? I mean if you truly believed it was false a quick call to confirm that would've immediately dismissed the second lie and we wouldn't be here. Your continued objection doesn't make sense unless you knew they weren't lying."

"This is ridiculous y/n I love you, I would never hurt you-"

"If you're lying to me Bruce you've already hurt me. And the fact that you have yet to actually deny it is enough of an answer."

"ALL I'VE DONE IS DENY IT!"

"NO YOU HAVEN'T! You've said it's ridiculous, you've said you can't believe I think that, you've said you'd never hurt me, you've it doesn't make sense, you've said I trust them more than you, but you have not at any point said 'no y/n I didn't already know you were a werewolf and kept it a secret from you.' So yeah, I'll take that as a confession."

"You- you started this conversation assuming I was guilty."

"Do not turn this on me Bruce. If you can't look me in the eye right now and say you didn't know I was a werewolf and keep it a secret from me... I'm leaving."

"And going where? To those crime lords, y/n they do not have your best interests in mind. You'll get hurt."

"Say it Bruce. Say you didn't know." You say quietly. There's a stretch of silence that you take as your answer and without another word, you put on your shoes and grab your bag still by the door.

"Y/n wait!" Bruce says before you can leave.

"You still can't say the one thing I asked of you." You say pulling open the apartment door and leaving without even looking at him.

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Part 6/???

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Pancake Conversations | 16+ |

Relationship(s): Lisa Simpson/Nelson Muntz; Homer Simpson/Marge Simpson

Character(s): Lisa Simpson; Nelson Muntz; Homer Simpson; Marge Simpson; Bart Simpson; Milhouse Van Houten (Mentioned)

Word Count: 2809

Summary: “Take a breath, Lis.” Nelson whispers. “I know you’re feeling a lot of things right now but take a deep breath.” He was right and maybe when she wasn’t so hormonal, she would acknowledge and be grateful that he didn’t explicitly note that she was hormonal.

CW: Fluff; Fluff & Angst; Sexual Innuendos; Mild Sexual Content; Angst; Angst with a Happy Ending; Lovey-Dovey; Awkward Conversations; Mild Nudity; Drug Use; Recreational Drug Use

A/N: Sequel to previous one-shot (Period Sex) but can be read as standalone. This is more cheesy and written more like an episode of the Simpsons, not like my previous writing. I wanted to experiment.

Read on AO3 here.

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Lisa awoke to the soft snores coming from her boyfriend and his breath blowing against the hair behind her ear. She let out a small groan and rolled over in his arms, attempting to untangle their legs. She buries herself into Nelson’s warm, nude chest, humming happily. His hands only hold her tighter, ensuring that she won’t be leaving his arms anytime soon, something she knows she must if she is going to have any chance at bracing her parents for the shock that is her boyfriend coming downstairs.

She wiggles out of his grip, whining at the loss of warmth as she rolls off her bed, landing on her knees. Standing, she looks over to see Nelson reaching for her in the spot she’d vacated. “Lis.” His morning voice made her feel things she shouldn’t be feeling this early in the morning. “Come back to me.”

Sitting on the edge of the bed, she starts stroking his cheek. “I have to tell my parents that you're here, they aren’t…” She clicks her tongue. “They aren’t exactly aware that you came over.” He groans again and murmurs out something about how they won’t care. She leans over and kisses his cheek. “I’ll get you some coffee.”

She quickly takes the pills that were set out on her nightstand, including the Plan-B Nelson had set out for her the night prior. “I’ll be quick.” He’s already snoring once more.

As she exits her room, she attempts to open and close her door so as not to wake the sleeping giant in her bed. She groggily made her way downstairs and the second she entered the kitchen she was met with a tense smile from her mother, who was flipping pancakes over the stove. “Hi sweetie. How you doing?”

Lisa yets out a yawn and runs a hand through her tangled hair. “Good.” She pulls out a chair at the table. “How was the murder mystery party?”

Marge sighed as she flipped a pancake onto the growing stack next to her. “Y’know the usual, it started off well but by the end of it, your father was drunk off his rocker and embarrassed me beyond belief.”

Lisa frowned. “I’m sorry mom.”

The smile her mom put on next was clearly fake. “Well, it’s alright. I’m sure I can live without couple friends. But enough about that, how was your evening?”

Lisa let out an awkward chuckle. “Well, the thing about that is-” Screaming started to be heard from upstairs causing both women to jump up in alarm.

Marge was the first out of the kitchen, with Lisa immediately behind her. They’re both starting to panic, wondering what in the world could’ve caused their respective partners to start screaming. Neither even beginning to think it might have been each other.

When they both reached the top of the stairs they saw the reason for the commotion. Nelson and Homer were standing in the hallway, both in only their undergarments. Lisa’s boyfriend looked down right embarrassed while her dad looked like he wanted to strangle him. “Lisa!” He shouted at her. “Do you want to tell me why I found him leaving your room?”

“Homie…” Marge started but was quickly cut off by Homer raising a hand.

“No, no, no, Marge. Don’t defend her.” He pointed an accusatory finger at his daughter. “I expected this behavior from the boy but not from you.” He started to sob dramatically. “You were supposed to be our family's saving grace.”

“Dad.” Lisa breathed. “It’s just Nelson.” She hooked her arm through Nelson’s and leaned into him. “You know I’m responsible.” She rolled her eyes. “More responsible than Bart at the very least.”

“But what about-” Homer started shouting only to be quickly cut off.

“Before you start, you never had any rules that he couldn’t be here.” Her voice was clipped and straight to the point.

He sputters and makes several attempts to defend himself or come up with some cause of his anguish, only to find he was lacking one. “Fine.” He crossed his arms and turned his head snootily. “But you better be using protection.” Nelson started choking on air.

“Dad!”

“Homie!”

Marge and Lisa yell in tandem, both completely mortified by his statement.

Lisa is rubbing circles on her boyfriend's back as he catches his breath. “I promise we are, sir.” Nelson wheezes out, his hands on his knees. He rarely ever called Homer ‘sir’ and whenever he did, everyone knew that he was being sincere.

“Good. Now Marge, I believe that there is bacon in the kitchen with my name on it.” Homer shoves past both his wife and daughter to go downstairs.

“Homer, put on a pair of pants!” Marge’s voice was very flat as she called after him.

“No.” Homer’s tone sounded more like a defiant teenager as he entered the kitchen. She sighed and pinched her nose, murmuring family-friendly obscenities before following him to finish prepping that morning's breakfast.

As Nelson pushes himself upright, Lisa wraps her arms around his waist and collapses into his chest, taking in a deep inhale of his scent. “I’m sorry about that.”

His arms reciprocate her actions, hands gripping her hips tightly to get her attention. “It’s alright Lis, we both know I’ve had weirder conversations with your dad.” She gives a weak laugh.

She brings her arms up and pushes off his chest. “I know, I know. I just thought I’d have more time to explain.” Nelson just shrugs and rolls his eyes. “I think I have some of your pajama pants in one of my drawers, put those on before you come down.” She pleads as she, albeit reluctantly, pulls herself from his arms for the second time that morning.

“What?” His grin is cocky. “Don’t want me to be like your dad and come down in only these.” He gestured to his gray boxers and wiggled his eyebrows at her. “I thought you enjoyed seeing me like this, Lis.”

She groans. “Nelson!” Her tone is exacerbated.

He laughs but nods in acknowledgement. “You know I’m kidding, Lis.” He leans down and kisses her forehead, his stubble rough on her skin.

“I’ll see you downstairs.” She shoots him a weak smile as she starts down the stairway once again and he walks back into her room, presumably to turn all her drawers upside down to find his pants.

Once Lisa is back in the kitchen, she is met with the anguished face of her father and the annoyed look of her mother. “Homie, it’s not a big deal.”

“Not a big deal, Marge!” He clutches his chest in shock. “How can you say that!?”

Marge has her hands on her hips. “We did that exact same thing when we were their age.” Both have failed to notice the reappearance of Lisa. “You should’ve seen them last night. For once she didn’t look like an anxiety riddled, stressed out mess!” She takes a breath. “She looked happy, Homer. Genuinely happy.”

Lisa clears her throat, drawing the attention of both adults back to her. “As nice as it is to hear you coming to my defense, I don’t know if I should be more freaked out over the fact that you were watching us sleep last night.”

Her mom dawns a sheepish look. “Sorry sweetie, but you two were just so adorable.”

Lisa flushes in self-consciousness. “Mom!” Her tone is high pitched, almost a squeal.

“I know, I know.” Marge holds her hands up in self defense. “I won’t do it again, now sit, sit. I’ll get out the coffee.” She leans down, placing the bowl of sugar cubes and Lisa’s oatmilk on the table before turning back around to grab the coffee pot.

As Lisa takes a seat, the backdoor opens and Bart waltzes in, back from his night out with Milhouse, and looking worse for wear. “There’s my special little guy. How was your night?”

Bart collapses in the chair closest to where he entered. “Fine.” He crossed his arms and yawned.

“Look who's decided to make an appearance.” Lisa snarked.

Bart rolled his eyes and grabbed a piece of bacon, ripping into it with his teeth. He ignores his sister and instead decides to make a backhanded comment towards their father. “How hungover are you, fatso?”

Homer looks up at his son from the paper and glares. “Bart, don’t call me that.” He says through gritted teeth.

Bart cackles, spewing pieces of bacon from his mouth. “Bart, wait till you're done chewing.” Marge chastises as she wipes a crumb of bacon off her arm in disgust. Lisa eyed him with a look of repugnance as she sipped her coffee but her ears perked up when she heard the heavy steps of her partner on the stairs.

Nelson walks in wearing his red and black, plaid, pajama pants and a wife beater. The second he and Bart make eye contact the room tenses. “What is he doing here?” Bart’s tone is laced with as much venom as he can muster.

Nelson has a smug smirk on his face as he plops into the chair next to Lisa and pulls her into his lap with ease. “I’m her boyfriend, dingus. I’m allowed to be here, ain’t that right, Lis?” He coos and her cheeks start to heat up.

Lisa struggles to start her sentence. “Yeah, Bart. He can be here.” He wrapped his arms around her waist, his warm hands resting right where her cramps are, where she needed them to be. “He helped me out a lot last night.”

Bart gags. “Don’t ever talk to me about your sex life, ever!” He exclaims.

“Not like that you jerk!” Lisa shouts at him. “Since you ate all the ice cream, Nelson got me some chocolate.” She says matter of factly. “And he wouldn’t have needed to, had you just listened to me and not eaten it!” Her heart was beating quickly and she felt her face heat up in anguish.

“Take a breath, Lis.” Nelson whispers. “I know you’re feeling a lot of things right now but take a deep breath.” He was right and maybe when she wasn’t so hormonal, she would acknowledge and be grateful that he didn’t explicitly note that she was hormonal. She took his advice, taking a deep inhale, letting him feel her abdomen expand underneath his hands with every inhale.

She mutters a ‘thank you’, and in response he kisses behind her ear. She’s all flustered and when she finally does speak to the room she’s calm and collected, unlike the her from thirty seconds ago. “Bart, if you hadn’t eaten all the ice cream and taken all the snacks out of the cupboard for your smoking session with Milhouse, then he wouldn’t be here right now.” Her tone is pointed and direct.

Bart rolls his eyes once more and makes a noise of annoyance, leaning back with one arm resting on the back of his chair. He waves his hand towards Homer. “Homer, how are you cool with this?”

Homer mutters angrily, flipping the newspaper up to cover his face. “Ask your mother.”

Bart looks towards Marge who places the stack of pancakes on the table. “Mom?”

“Lisa’s responsible, we trust her.” She shrugged.

Bart makes a noise of disbelief. “What!? But-but-” He’s stuck in a never ending loop of ‘but’, getting a giggle out of Lisa at her brother's loss for words. “But you never trusted me with having someone in the house!”

“And it’s a good thing we didn’t.” Marge points an accusatory finger. “You’ve had three pregnancy scares this year alone, young man.” Bart huffs and walks out of the room, talking about how unfair it was under his breath.

Lisa feels Nelson pat her hips before he lifts her to standing with ease. “I gotta get to the shop, baby. Gotta make some calls as your brother is clearly not coming in today.” Just because they worked together, doesn’t mean Bart liked Nelson.

She whimpers. “Do you have to?”

“I’m the owner, Lis. If I’m not there, then it doesn’t function.” He walks into the dining room with her following close behind.

“Yeah but that should mean you can take days off whenever you want.” Her tone is that of a disgruntled child as she goes up the stairs behind him.

“Lis, baby, I can’t take a day off every time you want me to.” When he says that her lip starts to quiver. It doesn’t matter if she knows deep down he’s right, in her heightened emotional state she's much more sensitive and knowing that he couldn’t be there for her made her want to sob. He didn’t notice the tears welling up in her eyes until he sat on her bed to pull on his shoes. He looks up at her and immediately regrets what he said. “No, no, no, Lis. That’s not what I meant.” He reaches out for her. “Come here, baby.”

She moves to sit on his lap and he holds her hips. “Lisa, if you really needed me to, I’d take the day off. I can promise you that.”

She smiles. “I know, I know. I’ll just miss you.” She wipes the tears starting to spill from her eyes. Lisa tries to focus on his calloused thumb currently rubbing circles on her hip bone.

He had a pensive look on his face for a moment before speaking. “I’ll take a day off in two weeks, okay? I’ll spend the whole day with you, fuck you senseless so you’ll be able to feel me in you for days after. You won't be missing me for a really long time.” His toothy grin is contagious and the laugh she lets out warms his heart through and through.

Her mood instantly brightens and he slides her off his lap and onto her bed. He leans down and starts to tie his laces as she watches him intently. Lisa’s eyes were moving over every feature on his face, the little sun spots and his notched nose, and his eyes; his deep, chocolatey, brown eyes.

Lisa lays back as he, unbeknownst to himself, gives her a show. Nelson gets dressed in front of her, using the clothes he kept there to get ready for work. As he was buttoning up his green flannel shirt, he turned and saw her staring. “You gonna take a picture?” He raises a brow.

“I would but I already have enough of you changing.” Her tone was light hearted but they both knew what lay in her nightstand drawer.

She follows her boyfriend downstairs, wanting to say one last good-bye before he is on his way. She helps him slip on his vest, in a way that parallels the way her mother does it for her father. “Thank you, baby.” She smiles up at him.

His black pick-up is parked outfront, the car covered in a light layer of condensation. The morning air is cold around her and she wishes she was wearing more than her boyfriend’s shirt, which was ten times too big for her, and panties. She trailed behind him to the curb. “Lis, go inside, you’ll catch a cold.”

She scoffs. “No I won’t.”

“Well I don’t want anyone to see you like that.” He pulls her close by her waist.

She smiles up at him. “They’ve dealt with my dad sleeping naked on the roof for years, they can deal with a little PDA.” She shrugs.

“Lis-” She presses her lips to his, promptly cutting him off. He makes a small noise of shock before leaning into it. She leans against his chest and deepens the kiss, one hand on his pectorals and the other cupping his jaw, loving the rough feel of his scruff on her skin. When she pulls away they rest their forehead against one anothers. “I’ll be back after work, Lis.” He whispers against her lips.

“Promise?” She looks up at him with big, pretty eyes.

“Of course, sweetheart. I love you.” He kisses her palm and pulls away with one last peck on her lips. “Now I gotta get to work.”

“I love you, too.” He gives her a large grin as he walks around the front of his truck to get in. Lisa doesn’t want him to leave, especially since she can feel the intense stare of her family from the window behind her. He gives her one last wave as he pulls away from the curb. Lisa waves back, blowing him a kiss. She can watch Nelson’s smile through his right side mirror. She watches as he turns the corner at the end of Evergreen Terrace. She wraps her arms tightly around herself, trying to hug herself how he does but it will never be the same. She yearned to be in his arms.

[three--rings]

You Should Watch Moonlight Chicken

Welcome to my formal rec of this show, which has stolen my heart so completely over the last few weeks.

What is it?

Thai BL series from GMMTV which has just finished airing (as of March 2, 2023). The characters all revolve around a chicken rice diner called Moonlight Chicken. It's got eight episodes a little over an hour each.

Couples:

Jim and Wen:

The main characters and couple are Jim (left above) and Wen (right). They meet when Wen passes out drunk at Jim's restaurant one night and they end up talking and flirting and then going home for a "no strings attached" one night stand.

Afterwards Wen is determined to attach strings but Jim holds firm to his "no complications" rule. Wen starts working part time at the diner in a not-at-all-sneaky plot to win him over.

Heart and Li Ming:

The adorable teen couple of Jim's nephew Li Ming, who he is raising, and Heart, a boy who has been extremely isolated since becoming deaf three years ago. They quickly develop a friendship and learn to communicate and it's heartwarming and adorable right up until it deal with very real issues of ableism.

Other characters:

Alan

He's Wen's not-quite-or-maybe ex. It's complicated. The show might be just as much about Wen and Alan as Wen and Jim, but theirs is a breakup story.

Gaipa:

He's a young friend of Jim, with a massive crush on him. Unrequited love and his relationship with his amazing mom is his focus. Standout performance from the actor.

Saleng:

The token straight. I felt bad leaving him out, okay? He's a good boy.

Okay but what's it ABOUT?

Life. Love. Relationships. Growing up, healing, building community and family even in the face of adversity.

Could you elaborate?

Okay look, the way the plot of this show was sold was "One Night Stand leads to complications when one of them already has a boyfriend?!? Drama!" Which is downright misleading. I showed up for messy gay drama and got a profound piece of queer cinematic art about the struggles of modern life and love and relationships.

This is honestly not your typical BL series at all. It really does feel a lot more like serious drama, queer film, etc than what we are used to. (I'm not saying it's ALONE...just rare.) It feels like a director/creator coming into their own and really stretching their abilities.

The cinematography is gorgeous, creating a quiet and pensive mood throughout. The acting is remarkable, excellent across the board with some real stand-out performances from the "side" characters.

The plot flirts with melodrama/soap opera turns but it always comes down on the side of grounded, realistic takes. I'll just say there are some moments that really hit me because they reflect experiences I've had in my life so well.

This show is very Adult to me. And by that, I don't mean steamy or sexy. It's really not, despite the first episode. It's a very chaste show, all things considered. I mean Adult in terms of These are Problems Adults Have. Dealing with the ending of relationships, getting over past relationship trauma, dealing with grief and loss, figuring out what you want in life, having to be there for your ex because they need you and you still care, etc. Just life, sometimes messy and painful, but ultimately beautiful.

If you can't tell I could go on for a while. But honestly, even if you're not a BL watcher normally, I recommend you give this a try. It's a feel-good show that will make you cry.

Okay where do I watch it?

Good news! The show is available for free on YouTube in its entirety! Just look for the GMMTV official channel.

Content Warnings under the cut to avoid potential spoilers but they will remain vague

Having sex while under the influence of alcohol but fairly lucid, cheating as a topic, breakups, ableism and parental neglect as a result, death of a partner, death of a parent, motor vehicle accident aftermath, age gap relationship(s)

[thunderous-mess]

Untold Memories

Words: 640 Ship: Haikavehtham (unspecified roles) Characters: Alhaitham, Kaveh Summary: Kaveh brings Alhaitham to Fontaine to meet his mom. Turns out, she used to be friends with Alhaitham's deceased parents and tells him stories he's never heard. Notes: People liked it on Twitter so I tried to fix it a little and post it here. It's my first time publishing a fic directly on Tumblr so please be kind.

After dating for long years and having been 'together' for even longer, Kaveh took Alhaitham on a so-called vacation.

In truth, he just wanted to see his mother and let her know he was okay and that he finally found his life companion who would be there for him. Hopefully, forever.

Kaveh wanted her to meet Alhaitham, the man who had forcefully stormed into his heart without knocking or giving him a chance to close the doors before he found his presence irreplaceable. She needed to know that he was not alone anymore.

But instead of catching up on how their life had been, or their plans for the future and the home he wanted to build for both of them, or the thousand things he had wanted to tell her... he found himself looking and listening at his mother, gently holding Alhaitham's hand and telling him old stories of her youth.

She had recognized her old friends in Alhaitham's upon seeing him. As it turned out, his handsome boyfriend looked exactly like his dad, who was once friends with Kaveh's father.

From the moment Faranak had voiced the names of Alhaitham's parents he looked... lost. Lost and broken.

Almost childishly.

Kaveh had never seen his partner look so small and meek.

He surely still looked serious and stoic, but Kaveh could see beyond that mask; how his annoying smirk had faded into a tensed line, how he barely talked, just asking follow-up questions in a monotone voice, listening attentively at all the stories Faranak had to say without commenting of them as if he was scared to taint them with his input. And Kaveh just observed them, cheek resting on his hand as he sipped a strong coffee; trusting Alhaitham to know himself and his limits and silently listening to the stories of young scholars who thought they had a long and happy life ahead of them.

Later that day, they said goodbye to Faranak and went up to their hotel room to spend the night. There would be more time to catch up with his mother during the travel, so Kaveh did not mind. That was Alhaitham's moment, not his.

His boyfriend did not talk. Not as they climbed the stairs or as they entered the room. Nor when Kaveh manhandled him out of the fancy clothes he had forced him to wear, or when he pulled him into his pajamas.

Even then, he just sat down on their bed and when he talked he did it only to meekly ask for a hug.

Of course, Kaveh easily obliged; climbing on his lap and wrapping Alhaitham in an embrace. His big hands clasped Kaveh's cape, who had been too busy caring for his quiet lover that even forgot to change his own clothes.

Almost immediately, he felt wetness on the shoulder Alhaitham had hidden his face and heard the ragged breathing between quiet sobs. For a long while, he allowed him to cry in the comfort of safety; in his arms.

They had talked a bit about it, long ago, but as Alhaitham had mentioned over and over again, there wasn't much to say. He knew next to nothing about those persons who were never able to become part of his life. But Kaveh always knew there was something more behind all of it.

Slowly petting his back and combing his hair with his fingers, Kaveh held him in his arms as he mourned for his parents and for the little child who never got to grow up with them. For that love he never got to experience and those persons he never happened to meet.

Kaveh stayed by his side, being the grounding touch, the lifeline, the trail to follow back home once he reconciled with the little child and the loss they never came to accept.

Took some free PNGs and made them Kaveh gold to make it prettyyy. did it work?

I usually write longer things buuut I never tried to turn a threadfic into something decent >.<

It grew around 200 words tho while fixing it haha

[wisdominfumbling]

Nothing is a waste of time.

Throughout my whole life having friends has been an easy task to acomplish, I don´t think my parents were ever worried about me not making any friends at school, parks or any other social activity.

I remember being a child and playing with lots of kids at the park but as soon as I went to my parents side and they asked me about them i would completely forget about my new friends, no name, no age, no gender. I just could not retain that information which is not bad at all if you´re a kid. But to that and to being able to make friends easy i believe I never stressed about keeping and mainteining the friendship since I could always make new friends. (my dad alwasy told me that i should never stress about that, not with friends and even more with boyfriends, he says we are all replasable).

As I was growing up I had two very close friends, I won´t be saying names but we will call them A and B. I first met A when I was about 4/5 at kindergarden and then I met B technically in 1st grade but we started talking in 7th grade, I introduced B to A and then we were ABC, the trio. But as time went by I realized that A and B were getting closer and closer and I was being slowly pushed away, Okay maybe Im imagining things.. thats what my mom told me. I wasn´t.

To make long story short, A and B became besties and left me aside, and I could not tell you how much that hurt, suddenly i was alone doing homework and groupwork, I was never invited to the movies, to eat, to just hangout. A couple years ago and many discussions with them later I decided to leave them. Im better off alone, but I knew it was gonna be hard to not have anyone that knew me, that i could tell anything.

With time and maturing i have found friends that are actually worth it, but im always scared to be left alone again (it hasnt happened, they always include me) I dont know where im getting this with but im just trying to say that sometimes youre with people that are not the right fit for you and then you actually find your people, but i wouldnt want you to think that being friends with them in the first place was a waste of time, nothing is a waste of time.

All of those memories and experiences are what made you the person you are today, same thing goes with relationships, you met that person for a reason, good or bad it doesnt matter but it help you grow as a person. I do not regret all those years of friendship and the bad moments i lived with A and B, at the end of the day they help me recognize what qualities I want and dont want in future friendships. and thanks to that now i have amazing friends that actually care about me and that if i ever need help i know they will be there for me, even some exes would too.

Thats why i always say that you should love deeply, feel everything deeply. thats how you know youre alive and enjoying life. Aging is a blessing that many don´t get to experience.

[this-daydream-is-dangerous-13]

First of all, I can't thank you enough for all the work you have put out on Haylor. Also, I was relieved to see your analogy of TK and agree with it. My question to you is do you think that Blondie knows that she's hurting Harry by getting with someone else so quickly? I never imagined that she would do this after the fiasco with MH. I'm also afraid that she's looking for an excuse to not make a commitment to Harry.

TYSM for your kind words, Anon. It is a lot of fun to have somewhere to outline all these thoughts and discuss them because I don’t have IRL, local friends who want to discuss Haylor with me. It’s been a joy interacting with you all here.

On to your questions: I think Blondie is the queen of compartmentalization and keeping her shit held close to her chest. If she lets herself think about it, she would for sure realize her choices hurt H. I just don’t think she is letting herself think about that right now.

In my social media avoidance, I am listening to the audiobook of Jennette McCurdy’s harrowing “I’m Glad My Mom Died”. One particular passage jumped out at me earlier today:

- while her Mom was in hospice and dying, McCurdy broke up with her the guy she’d been seeing. Looking back, she admitted that it was so much easier to just pursue the heady, infatuation stages of relationships and run away when things started to get serious because that required honesty and compromise and vulnerability and hard work. And I thought: bingo!

For weeks, I have been saying TK is uncomplicated. We know that Blondie sure loves the “delicate beginning rush” (and H adores that delicate point of view) because it’s FUN! And carefree! And all the discussions about “how do we merge lives? Deal with communication issues? Etc.” are all well in the future.

The May MH fiasco was a reunion of sorts, and I bet early on Blondie was like “and thaasaaaat’s why it didn’t work out last time. Shit.” I speak from personal experience when I say that reunions are initially amazing, but very quickly force some hard conversations about all the things that led to the breakdown in the first place. And that is scary and hard. And doable, sure, but complicated.

Story time: when we were 17 and 19, I fell deeply in love with my best male friend. We dated for a couple years but broke up because we needed to grow up and figure our shit out. The in between times were messy (and included me drunkenly enacting the song Question….? when he dated someone I hated despite me having a different LT boyfriend). We reunited at 22 and 24, and it was amazing at first and then quickly became fraught. We legit had a discussion where we agreed: “our options are (a) this goes the distance or (b) we cannot speak again” because we couldn’t just be friends anymore. We figured out shit out and are happily (and beautifully imperfectly) married, but it took and takes work. It is absolutely worth it but it is hard! And it really could have gone either way.

So the prospect an actual, official public reunion—knowing that they’ve publicly cultivated the “peaceful friendship” Tree told us all about after the Grammys—is scary and risky. It might be too much for them ever to contemplate, even if they want to be together otherwise. And Blondie has been through what many people (me included) would consider a divorce. Hell, same with HS and the OW coparenting stuff. They’ve both been vulnerable then badly burned in the recent past.

So I think Blondie continues to run (which @womanexile tells me is often what one TF does). And new relationships have no baggage, at least at first. So here we are.

What do you think, besties?