#kill yourself joanne

[armandism]

oh god now jkr is going full holocaust denial i hope that woman rots

[bi-kisses]

I'm tired of pretending "if you engage with Harry Potter as a fandom at all, you're putting money into JKR's pocket and killing trans people" is at all 1) true 2) rational

Okay I'm going to tell you something: Joanne Rowling is rich. Beyond your wildest dreams. She has already made her literal billion dollars off of Harry Potter. She is not waiting for each penny and dime to trickle in so that she can put it into the Kill Trans People organization.

People writing fanfiction or drawing art of this franchise are not the ones keeping it financially afloat. People continuing to personally enjoy the books they've owned for ten years are not contributing to the oppression of trans people.

Before you write your angry retort, let it be known YOU CAN STILL HATE HARRY POTTER. YOU CAN STILL DISTRUST PEOPLE WHO LIKE HARRY POTTER. YOU ARE WITHIN YOUR RIGHTS TO DISTANCE YOURSELF FROM IT.

There's nothing wrong with that! It's understandable! But disliking the associations a fandom has does not mean those who still engage with the fandom are actually harming you (or anyone else for that matter).

Actively putting your own money into Harry Potter merchandise does, however, contribute to the thousands that JKR continues to receive. Are you literally killing trans people? Again, no, but that is direct support of a transphobic POS. It tells the corporations who produce that merchandise that JKR is still profitable, and may in fact lead to more multi million dollar deals being made with her.

Contrary to what some people on the internet may think, corporations are not keeping track of money-free fandom engagement. So no, continuing to create fan works will not convince any marketing team that they should keep pouring resources into the franchise. It will not line Joanne's pockets.

In the end, and this is important, you can feel however which way you want about Harry Potter. I know trans women who love it, I know trans women who hate it. Neither of them has the "correct" opinion. Harry Potter is a nostalgic touchstone for millions, and JKR's politics doesn't change that.

[hjellacott]

To those agreeing with what I say but saying I'm mean and "Let's just be nice" when we're discussing TRA things or feminism or J. K. Rowling... I am DONE being nice.

I was nice the first 100.000 times. Now I've been bombarded with private messages and Tumblr "post" (the envelope thingy) and general comments, plus seeing dozens of posts that I just can't be nice and patient about. Because these MORONS and some of them, actual TERRORISTS, are literary burning books, twisting the Harry Potter stories to justify their unjustifiable extremism, harassing children for being Potterheads, mocking adults for finding solace in Harry Potter, attacking and sending death threats and death wishes to everyone that disagrees with them, manipulating children, autistic, and also all kinds of mentally disabled people to absorb their agenda and mutilate their bodies, targeting the lives of people who disagree with them and attacking them and their loved ones, cyberbullying left and right hiding beneath anonymous names and pink and blue flags, burning and thrashing businesses where feminists go, turning Pride into an event where rapists are being allowed to take the mic and say to kill women (literally) and being applauded, saying homosexuality is transphobic and raping lesbians and gays, applauding men changing in locker rooms in front of little girls, applauding men taking over women's sports and spaces, applauding sending rapists to women's prisons, applauding children being brainwashed into life changing treatments, terrorising the world, imposing their own agenda with violence and threats, silencing and attacking the detrans community, manipulating the media, fucking it all up for all the normal trans people who are now thanks to the TRAS being seen as terrorists, and justifying their hatred and their violence on them having basically no reading comprehension, twisting people's words to have a pity party, and creating a self-imposed narrative to try and convince us that everyone wants them to die so it's all right for them to attack everyone else and be given free reign and justification to do so. Police can't even report that a criminal is trans any more and people are losing their jobs for reporting crimes by trans people, for fuck's sakes.

Do you know how often I've dealt with the same lazy justification to "explain" to me, a mixed race Jewish descent woman, why JK Rowling is anti semitic or racist? Or why she's transphobic? And every time one tries to nicely point out that they're twisting things and decontextualising them and inserting their own racist views, they just tell you to kill yourself. They've taken over press, media, social media, pride, women's spaces, they're going after children, attacking local pubs and restaurants... I'm not going to allow it. I'm done being nice.

I see them bullying the detrans community and shutting them up. I see how they harass and threaten the trans community that doesn't want to occupy women's spaces or that doesn't condone violence and threats and wants children to be left alone. I see how they attack women, lesbians and gays. I have a collection of articles of their rapes and other attacks, mainly to women. And they won't brainwash me.

I'm not afraid. These are a violent, terrorist mob that is taking over the left and making themselves the victims when we haven't faced a more aggressive and dangerous mob since the Nazis. Have you seen the videos of the teens and young adults crying in the US Congress, talking about how afraid they are when they see men changing in their lockers, or talking about how their breasts were chopped off and begging us, adults, to stop this nonsense? I have and I'm listening.

Like Joanne Rowling, like all the women who won't wheesht, I'm going to fight for those kids, for the normal people in the trans community, for detransitioners, gays, lesbians, mentally disabled... I'm not afraid and I'm not nice. Not any more. You want a fight? I'm full of weapons.

[bitterkarella]

Midnight Pals: Legally Binding

JK Rowling: hello children Poe: oh Poe: joanne Rowling: I want to invite you all to hear my ssspecial podcassst appearance Poe: oh god Barker: what’s it called Rowling: it’s called ‘the witch trialsss of jk rowling’ Barker: ah hahaha

Rowling: ssssee, it referssss to the fact that I wrote a book about witchesss Rowling: but also, like historical witchesss, I have been unfairly persecuted Barker: damn did you think of that yourself Rowling: I’ve been workssshopping it for a while

Rowling: it’sss come to my attention Rowling: that you lot have been criticizing me Barker: damn what gave you that impression Poe: clive Barker: real big brain moments here Poe: clive

Rowling: for too long, I’ve been silenced Rowling: now it’s time for ME to do the ssssilencing Rowling: with the most POWERFUL spell of all King: oh no! the killing curse! Rowling: NO Rowling: WORSE Rowling: [handing legal papers to King] you have been sssilenced

Rowling: [hanging legal papers to Poe] you have been sssilenced Poe: what’s this Rowling: papers from my solicitor Rowling: that’s a lawyer by the way Poe: I know what that is

Rowling: these paperssss legally prohibit you from making fun of me Poe: what’s this red stain? Spaghetti sauce? Rowling: jusssst ignore that Barker: ahahah Rowling: I’v got papersss for you too clive Barker: oh this is some bullshit

Rowling: it’s time that everyone heard MY side of the story King: what’s your side of the story? Rowling: my side is Rowling: “golly I’m just a simple childrens writer golly” King: oh wow she makes a good point Poe: no she doesn’t steve King: but she’s just a simple- Poe: steve

Rowling: now that you’ve all received letters from my solicitor Rowling: no one is ever allowed to make fun of me again Mary Shelley: hey I been looking through these papers Shelley: and funny thing, I don’t see any anti-shiv clause in here Rowling: Barker: oh damn joanne that’s a big oversight Rowling: for too long the transsss have allowed to post freely Rowling: but who’s telling my ssside of the sssstory? Rowling: besides the entire British media establishment

[fantastic-nonsense]

If I’m remembering right, you’ve been a Harry Potter fan for a long time. Has JKR’s transphobia affected your relationship with the franchise?

It hurts. A lot.

I don't claim to have ever been a Harry Potter superfan like some people were. But I remember being 10 and wanting to go to the local Deathly Hallows midnight release party...not because I was actually genuinely interested in the books, but because I thought it would be fun to go to a party and stay up until midnight. I remember being 11 when I read the books, about six months after that. I remember Harry Potter being my first true foray into fandom (after Nancy Drew), first through Mugglenet and then through FFN. I remember being 15 at summer camp when the final movie came out and having to wait until I got home to see it. I remember being 16 and considering Harry Potter one of my three "base fandoms" that I always returned to when a new hyperfixation ran its course. I remember being 18 and my family going to Universal Studios as my high school graduation present and buying Ginny's wand at Ollivander's while we were in Harry Potter World. I remember studying abroad in London at 20 and taking a special trip over to King's Cross/St. Pancras station to take pictures at the Platform 9 3/4 exhibit with my friends. I remember being 21 and buying a (book accurate blue and bronze) Ravenclaw-themed scarf on a whim because I thought it looked nice and was a subtle way to wear fandom-inspired clothing.

I'm not a stranger to engaging with creative work I love whose authors have believed, said, and done awful things. I read comics. I was an English major. I spend quite a lot of my free time consuming sci-fi and fantasy, genres which have offered great creative freedom but also contain a lot of unfortunate history to sort through when it comes to opportunities for and treatment of marginalized groups. Every piece of media (no matter how well-intentioned its creators are) has problematic elements that you have to deal with. My attitude towards most types of creative media has long been a sense of "death of the author" paired with a critical understanding of how the author's views might have impacted the work I enjoy.

But Rowling has largely made that impossible. You cannot separate Harry Potter from Joanne Rowling and her awful views and actions. You cannot separate the franchise from the causes she supports with the money we give her. You cannot separate yourself from the knowledge that the woman who gave you great joy as a child is causing you and people you care about great pain as an adult. She has placed herself at the focal point of her work and as a consequence has killed it as a standalone entity.

It's incredibly sad and depressing to think about. It also makes me unspeakably angry, especially as someone who has done LGBTQ+ advocacy work and pursued a career in public policy in pursuit of making the world a better, more equitable place. She could have done anything with her billions. And she chooses to do this. To use her work and her platform and her time to support bigotry and create an easy pathway to fascist ideology for her supporters. To harm others while claiming all she wants to do is "protect" people like me (a cis woman). She could have done anything. And she chooses to betray an entire generation of fans who enjoyed her work for fear, hatred, and cheap ego points. There's so many problematic and/or outright fucking awful authors whose work I enjoy but am able to maintain a critical distance about (Marion Zimmer Bradley for example), but everything about Harry Potter is just tainted for me now, and it sucks.

And it's all well and good to say "just love different books," but the experience of having your childhood memories weaponized against you like it has been with her bullshit is something that just...isn't replaceable by choosing to obsess over another franchise as an adult? Nor does it actually do anything to help the people who are harmed by her words, actions, and money?

I drifted away from the series and fandom naturally as I grew up, found other books I loved and wanted to interact with more, and began to want different things out of the media I enjoyed, of course. By the time that Rowling revealed her true spots and started using her money to hurt people, it felt a lot easier to largely cut it out of my life.

But I still remember being 11 and reading Prisoner of Azkaban by flashlight under the covers after bedtime. But I still remember being 12 as the Mugglenet fan community encouraged my first "true" attempts at writing fanfiction. But I still remember being 14 and roleplaying as a Hogwarts student through that website's fan-created "student experience" function. But I still remember being 16 and playing Quidditch at summer camp. But I still remember being 18 and winning a trivia game at college orientation because I remembered obscure Harry Potter factoids. But I still remember being 20 and talking about our favorite beasts with my friends as we walked out of the first Fantastic Beasts movie. But I still remember being 21 and arming myself with a document of book quotes, Harry Potter among them, as I went through a minor existential crisis trying to figure out who I was outside of school.

It's a hard thing, to have a creator systematically destroy the personal enjoyment you derive from her work through her loud and proud hypocrisy and hatred of other people. It's a hard thing, to have something that was formative to your childhood and adolesence and have to come to terms with a creator whose beliefs and work undermine the themes you saw in her work. It's a hard thing, to have a piece of your childhood weaponized against you in a way that makes it impossible to simply enjoy and look back fondly on. It's a hard thing, to love something and have that well poisoned irreparably because you can't escape seeing what you wish you'd never been able to see. It's a hard thing, to love something for the joy it gave you but to be unable to love it in peace because you can't escape the spectre of a creator who uses your joy to promote and fund bigotry.

It's a hard thing, being 26 and remembering what it felt like to be a lonely 11 year old who just wanted people to accept me for who I am and wondering why Joanne can't seem to remember the same.

So yes: Rowling's transphobia has impacted my relationship with the franchise. It's impossible for it not to have impacted it. Do I still read HP fanfiction? Occasionally. Will I still sort characters into Hogwarts houses if specifically asked? Yes. Am I going to get rid of my copies of the books or the few pieces of HP memorabilia I still have? Probably not. But will I ever buy or financially support anything related to the franchise again? No, because as long as people keep promoting the series and giving her money, she'll use it to hurt people. I can't in good conscience support that woman in any way knowing what she'll do with the money that gets back to her. And will I ever be able to look at, participate in, or enjoy anything related to Harry Potter again without feeling a vague sense of sadness, betrayal, and disgust? Probably not. It sucks, but that's life I guess.

[mischief-lies-and-stories]

Reviewing non-Marvel Loki Things (That I've Been Exposed to)

I am certain there's more, but these are all the non-Marvel Loki-related media I could think of that I've consumed. Maybe I'll do a part 2 if I think of some other things I've read/seen. These aren't really full reviews, just basic reactions of what I remember of these pieces of media.

The Gospel of Loki, by Joanne M. Harris

I...did not finish this. It was kind of interesting, I remember. But I'll be honest, one of the lines I remember most clearly is from the beginning where Loki says something like "For some reason on Asgard, I'm not allowed to fuck beasts or men and no one can tell me why." And then he just kind of, goes with it? Like first of all, why, if you can live forever, would you not only limit yourself to one gender (I'm okay with leaving the bestiality alone, but you could probably make a case for this, too, if they can consent), but force everyone else to, also? And anyway, even if Odin is a Puritan prick for some reason, the least believable thing about all this is that Loki stands for it???!!! Why is this the one thing about which he's like 'Welp, guess Odin knows best'? Frankly, it broke my suspension of disbelief for the whole thing. (You know how I was like Kid Loki saying "I killed Thor" made me go 'Oh, okay, the Loki writers don't have a clue who Loki is fundamentally'? Yeah, this is the line that made me do that with Harris.) I didn't even get far enough to maybe (probably) read my favorite myth (Sigyn catching the venom in her bowl).

Norse Mythology, by Neil Gaiman

So much better, holy shit! Leaps and bounds better!!! This is one of my favorite books. I've talked about it a little on here, but he's such a great writer, and I laughed out loud so many times for the way he portrays Thor and Loki especially (it helped that I first read this listening to him read the audiobook). I just love how he portrays Loki as only smart in comparison to the other gods, who are truly dumb as bricks, with Loki only slightly more clever by comparison. But I was still so attached to Loki that when he causes his own downfall in the end (like he does in the myths) I think I genuinely cried. This is one of those books I read at least once a year.

The Bifrost Incident, by The Mechanisms

I'll be real with you, I mostly only listened to the tracks I knew Loki (and Sigyn) were on. But I did also read the synopsis on the wiki, so I know the gist of the musical. And what I'll say of it is this: I discovered the album four days prior to writing this, and I've listened to at least the Loki track at least twice a day since. I'm a little grateful it's just (as far as I know) an album, because if there was a recorded performance somewhere, I could not watch it (even though I obviously would because I like to let myself suffer). Loki's arc is just too fucking painful (which is honestly saying something, given some of the shit he gets put through in other media).

Ragnarok, Netflix

I watched the first episode. I felt like it ended stupidly and way too dramatically for even the pilot. I know it's called Ragnarok, but it's a modern retelling, and Thor and Loki are kids, so it doesn't have to go so hard from the word Go. And Laurits did not make a good first impression on me either. Can't remember exact reasons why, though. I watched this a long time ago.

[bteezxyewriter12]

Still Here/ 14

Pairing- Hongjoong x Named Reader

Word count- 3.5k

Includes- so much fluff, oral, pussy eating, cum eating, missionary, against headboard sex?, multiple orgasms, biting, blood drinking

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One months later

Hongjoong POV

"Jagi?", I call, coming in the front door, "I'm home"

"In your studio!", she calls, "I'm cleaning!"

I smile, heading to the studio

She's so helpful

Since she moved in, she takes up keeping the house seriously

I told her she didn't have to do it because with my speed I can do it in minutes but she insistes on sharing the household chores

"Jesus Joongie, do you think you have enough head-", she says, her voice cutting off as soon as I walk into the room

She's standing by my headphones drawer, looking down into it

"Jagi?", I question

She turns around, her eyes wide

I don't know what's wrong until I look in her hands

"Joongie?"

She found the ring

I thought I hid it well but I guess not

I'm not mad, I know she didn't go into my drawers to snoop

She was cleaning and by the row of headphones wrapped nicely on top of the shelf, I know she was putting them away for me

"Yeah jagi?", I smile, walking towards her

"Uh...what...uh", she stutters

Getting to her, I take the ring from her, "What's this?"

She nods

Still smiling, I go down on one knee, looking up at her

"What is happening?", she whispers

"I'm asking you to marry me"

"Uh..."

"Look jagi, I was waiting for the right time to ask you. I was thinking of a way to ask you, thinking of how to make it a big deal", I explain, "But you found the ring and I just realized that asking you doesn't have to be a huge to do. And that you don't really like things being a big deal anyway"

She nods, her eyes wide

"Jo, I knew you were my one from the first kiss. I've been around a stupidly long time and I've never before felt the things I've felt when I kissed you. The love I feel for you, the intensity...I've never felt before. Not for anyone. Only you"

A cute pink blush forms on her cheeks and she's so fucking beautiful

"I never thought I would be in love again. I never thought I had the capacity to feel the way I do about you. I never thought I'd find my soulmate"

She sucks in a breath, surprise in her eyes but I just nod

She is my soulmate

She's my better half, my everything, my world

"You're my soulmate Joanne. I was born two thousand years ago and some how time didn't stop us from meeting. Some how my circumstances, what I am wasn't an issue for you. Some how, even after a crazy ghost ex trying to kill you, you're still here, you still want me, you still love me"

She smiles softly, reaching out and moving some hair from my face

"Instead of running away, you wanted to fight for me, for us and you put yourself in danger, went against a murderous ghost for me. And after we banished her, you just kissed me and started cleaning up the mess she made like it was nothing. You made me blood to drink after we cleaned up, you made love to me and you cuddled me all night. You never blamed me for Kye-geum coming back, you never blamed me for the injuries she inflicted on you. You didn't blame me for anything. You just love me"

She nods, "I'll always love you Joongie. Always"

I have to blink back tears at how amazing she is

"You're extraordinary Joanne and I would be honored if you would be my wife", I tell her, "Will you marry jagi?"

She kneels down in front of me, her arms moving around my neck

"Of course Joongie. I love you"

Her lips meet mine in a kiss that sends stars in my vision

I kiss her pretty lips, wrapping my arms around her, in complete awe of her love that I feel wrap around me

It's like it's tangible

When the kiss ends, she looks in my eyes, smiling widely

"I love you so much baby. You're my soulmate too Joongie. I never thought I could feel this way for anyone either. I thought I would be scared to love someone this much", she says, softly touching my face, "But I'm not because it's you. You're my perfect everything baby. And you're insane if you think that something like vampirism is going to keep me away from you"

I smile, remembering when she told me that being a vampire is not a good reason for us to be apart

"I love you Jo. So much"

"I love you Joongie", she smiles, "Now can I have my ring?"

I laugh, taking her hand and sliding the ring on her finger

She holds her hand out and I have to admit, it looks really good on her

"It's beautiful Joongie", she breathes, her eyes on the ring, "It's perfect"

"Is it baby? If you don't like it, tell me and we'll get another-"

"Shush your mouth right now Kim, Hongjoong!", she scolds, "It's exactly what I want and you will do not such thing as returning my ring"

Chuckling, I say, "Ok, ok jagi. I was just checking"

"Alright. As long as you know, this is the ring I want"

I nod, "Ok baby"

"Good. Now c'mon", she says, getting up and holding her hand out to me, "I have to finish cleaning and then we can go cuddle"

I grin widely, "Sounds like an amazing plan baby. I'll help you so we can cuddle faster"

"I'll take it", she giggles, turning back to the drawer, putting my headphones in it

I turn to the rest of the room, ready to use my speed so I can get my jagi in bed and snuggling with me faster

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Three months later

I stand at the front of the aisle waiting for my baby to come out

Finally it's my turn to be married

I watched all the guys do this, wait for their brides and I never thought I'd be here again

I never thought I'd love someone so much to get married again

I thought I'd be alone forever

So I know all our pictures will have me smiling like a big idiot in them

We decided on a small wedding

Just the guys and their wives

All of us have had small weddings, just us, the wives and the girl's family

Joanne's parents don't live here and couldn't make it so they're on zoom on her computer that's set up a few feet away

Her 7 year old little sister is on there too, watching and dressed in a cute flower girl dress

She's throwing flowers around her parents house right now

Her parents were surprised how fast things went with us but they like me well enough from the videos calls I've been on with Joanne

I know everything did move fast but we didn't want to wait for anything

The only reason we waited three months was because of her dress

She wanted to get married a week after I proposed to her but I convinced her to at least have a small ceremony and get a dress that she loves

She agreed and here we are

Seonghwa is going to marry us, so he's standing up here with me

"Nervous?", he asks

"No way", I answer

He laughs, "So who was right about everything?"

I glare at him, remembering how he pushed me to talk to her, to go after her and the fight I put up, "Fine, you were"

He beams, "Yeah I was"

"Alright. Gloating isn't a good look for you", I huff

He rolls his eyes, "Shut up and watch your bride walk to you idiot"

My eyes snap to the end of the aisle

As soon as I see her, my eyes fill with tears

She's so fucking beautiful it's insane

The dress is gorgeous, fitting her body just right, her make up if perfect and her hair is so pretty

I'm so fucking lucky

She smiles as she walks to me while I'm just beaming

I wasn't this happy at my first or second wedding

I was scared during my first because I didn't choose the girl, my parents did; the second I was happy but this wedding....I'm overjoyed

And I know, this one is forever

She wants me forever

As soon as she gets to me, she takes my hand, holding on tightly

"Hi", she smiles

"Hi jagi", I breathe

Seonghwa starts the ceremony and while I know he's talking, all I can do is pay attention to her

Her eyes are on mine too, smiling softly at me

Seonghwa had to call my name three times to get me to say the vows, then another two to put the ring in her finger as I'm just captivated by her

"I now pronounce you husband and wife. You can kiss your bride"

I immediately move closer, my lips on hers, our arms around each other's

I remember to keep it pg since her sister and parents are watching

Reluctantly pulling away, I smile at her

"My hubby", she giggles

"My wife", I laugh

"Mr and Mrs. Kim", she continues

"Wait really?"

We didn't talk about her last name changing

It didn't bother me if she wanted to keep her last name but I'm not gonna lie and say I'm not happy she's changing it

I am

"Of course Joongie. We're married. I'm a Kim now", she says, "If that's ok with you"

"Of course baby", I assure her

"Good", she smiles, then kisses my cheek, "Now let's go cuz I'm hungry"

Laughing, I nod, take her hand and we walk down the aisle, heading to the small room we rented for our reception

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Kissing her desperately, my hands are carefully unzipping her dress

I want to rip it off her, I want her right now but I don't want to ruin her dress

Her hands frantically unbutton my shirt, the jacket to my suit already abandoned on the floor

Our reception was perfect- good food for her, W/w/n and Ys/w/n, some dancing, lots of talking and joking around and then we all went our separate ways

We decided to come back home and not rent a hotel

We can't go on a honeymoon yet because of ATEEZ'S commitments so we're going next year

But right now all I want is her naked

She shoves my shirt off as her dress drops to the floor, her hands undoing my belt

In seconds I'm out of my clothes, throwing her on the bed

Climbing on top of her, I lock my lips on hers, tearing her panties off, then groping her boobs

She moans in my mouth as I pinch her nipples, feeling them get hard under my fingertips

Her hips move against mine, her soaked pussy rubbing against my cock, drenching me in her juice

"Not yet baby", I murmur, dragging kisses down to her neck

"Joongie!", she whines

"No jagi. I'm hungry. I didn't eat the the reception remember?"

"Uh huh", she moans, her eyes fluttering closed

"I need to eat your pussy baby"

"Fff...fuck"

"Tastes so fucking good. Let me have your cunt baby"

"Yes Joongie", she breathes and in seconds, her legs are spread, my tongue all over her, reveling in the taste of her cunt

"Oh my god", she cries, her body arching, her hands immediately in my hair, "Yes Joongie, fuck yes"

Swirling my tongue between her slit, I switch between that and poking my tongue in her hole

Her cream is all over my face and I just bury deeper into her

I swear I never loved eating pussy as much as I love eating hers

It's just everything, how she feels, how she smells, how she tastes, the sounds she makes

I love it

Plunging my tongue inside her, I wiggle it around before pulling out, her moans changing to screams

"Again! Joongie again!"

I oblige, fucking my tongue into her, feeling her clench hard around it

"Please baby", I ask, "Gimmie your cum"

Just as I'm wiggling my tongue in again, she explodes, screaming my name

I eagerly swallow everything, savoring her taste and wanting more

"Mmm jagi", I whisper, sliding my tongue back in and letting her pulse around it

Sliding out, I lap at her clit, her hips snapping up into my face

"Good girl. Fuck my face more baby", I urge her, lavishing her clit with licks, the pulsing against my tongue sending pleasure straight to my painfully hard cock

I can't wait to be inside her

We have sex all the time but it's still like the first time every time

I'm still excited to get inside her, I'm still excited to feel her around me, to make her feel good

And I honestly hope that never changes

Moving my mouth around her clit, I suck softly, increasing the speed and force with each suck

"Joongie", she moans

"Mm jagi", I say between sucks, "Like when I suck on your pretty clit?"

"Yes, Joongie", she shouts, "Faster"

Lifting my eyes, I find her watching me and I hold her gaze, moving my mouth faster until I'm slurping all on her clit

Her legs shake around my head as I pleasure her, her hand in my hair tightening

"Cream my face baby", I tell her, latching back on and sucking desperately

"Hongjoong! Fuck!", she cries, coming hard

I suck her through it and when she's done, I go hard licking up her delicious cream

Fucking tastes better than blood

Only when I'm sure I got every last drop, I move back the on top of her

She kisses me hard, her tongue in my mouth while her legs wrap around me

I'm so hard, I don't need any guiding into her, I just plunge inside, bottoming out in one stroke, the slap of my hips against hers so loud in the room

"Yes Joongie!", She cries, "Fuck me baby!"

"I will jagi", I promise, pulling almost all the way back out then hurtling back inside

She takes me so easily, my head smashing her spot, her screams so fucking beautiful

She clings onto me as I fuck her into our mattress, her fingers digging into my back

Reaching down, I move her legs over my shoulders, keeping my hands by her head so I don't fall on her

She pulls me against her, her lips against mine as her cunt splits open for my cock over and over, the pleasure mind blowing

She's so fucking wet, my entire pelvis is soaked

"Baby's gushing like a waterfall", I murmur against her pretty lips

"Ooo..only for you", she gets out

I lean down more, her legs pushed to her chest and the angle has me cock going deeper, my pelvis rubbing against her throbbing clit

Her hole chokes my cock the closer she gets and I can't wait to feel her orgasm

"Cream my cock baby", I murmur, fucking her harder, "Please, need to feel you cum around me"

I move faster, making sure I'm destroying her spot, her pretty eyes so fucked out already

"Fall apart for me. C'mon jagi"

Plunging in again, she cries my name, her body shaking and arching into mine as she climaxes

The fucking throbbing of her cunt is so fucking intense and feels so blissful that I have to hold back from coming

"Good girl", I tell her, "So fucking beautiful, coming for me. My good girl"

When she finishes, I pull out, lifting her up and holding her against the headboard of the bed

I stay on my knees, her legs wrapped around me as I slip her back on my cock, her warm cunt already locking onto my length

"Fuck jagi, you feel so fucking good"

"Mmmm", she mutters

"Aww jagi, did I fuck you dumb already?"

She nods, clinging onto me, her sweaty body right against mine

I move some of her sweaty hair out of her face, then press my lips against hers as I start moving

"Jjj...Joongie"

"Mm jagi. I'm here baby. Feels good?", I ask, plunging into her waiting cunt over and over

"Yes", she whimpers

"Good baby. You feel so fucking good. So tight and wet. Spasming so hard jagi"

"Mmm"

Thrusting up, I impale her on my cock over and over, getting lost in the pleasurable feeling of her pulsing pussy

"So close baby", I urge, pressing kiss after kiss to her shoulder, "Give me another one"

Pounding in a few more times, she whimpers my name, exploding on me

I close my eyes as ecstacy hits me and I cum into her orgasming pussy, feeling her milk all my cum

"So good baby", I choke out, pumping everything I have into her

I move her head to the side, leaning down to the crook of her neck

"Yes baby", she moans and I lengthen my fangs, biting into her skin

Her blood flows into my mouth and it's the sweetest blood I've ever tasted

We agreed that I'd change her on our wedding night

She wanted to be with me one last time as a human before she changed

I told her she didn't have to change so quickly but she wasn't having it

She said she wanted to start our forever as soon as we could and I agreed

I swallow mouthful after mouthful, not being able to get enough

I hear her heartbeat slowing but I continue to drink until I'm sure I left just enough to change her

Pulling off her neck, I bite my wrist and hold it to her mouth

She sucks on my skin, her hand holding my arm to her mouth as she drinks my blood

And fuck it feels good

I let her drink a good amount to be sure she changes before I pull my arm away

"Joongie!", she cries, her body becoming rigid in my arms

I know what she's feeling and I hate that she has to feel it to change

Hate that there's nothing I can do to make it better

"I have you baby", I tell her, laying us down and holding her in my arms as she writhes around, "It'll be over soon jagi and you can sleep"

The pain on her face is killing me, tears leaking from her closed eyes

I wipe them away, hugging her close to me, whispering that she'll be ok

After awhile her body relaxes and she's asleep

It'll take up to a few days before she wakes up and I'm not leaving her side

Holding her tightly, I close my eyes, hoping I can sleep for a few hours before the waiting game begins

---------------------------

Five days later

I'm a little panicked

She hasn't woken up yet

It hasn't taken this long before

Three days at the max

I'm worried something is wrong

Maybe I fucked up

Maybe I killed her

She's not breathing, she doesn't have a heartbeat or pulse

All signs of vampirism

Or death

And I don't know which it is

I've change people before, I know how to do it

I couldn't have done it wrong

Right?

After our wedding night, I woke up and dressed her, then got dressed myself

I honestly don't know what to do with myself

I'm either sitting next to her or pacing around the room

I tried to work but I couldn't

I was remaining calm until the third day passed

Now I'm freaking out, begging her to wake up

The guys don't know what to do or what's wrong

All their girls woke up within the three day norm

They try to give me words of encouragement but I'm so scared

"Jagi, wake up", I beg, holding her hand tightly, "Please baby, I need you"

I neeed something to show me that she's not dead dead

Anything

"Joanne please", I whisper, "I can't live without you. I don't know what's wrong baby. You should of been awake by now. I don't know what to do. Please Jo, wake up"

I look at her face, her eyebrow slightly raising and my heart jumps in my throat

"Jo?", I call

"Mmm Joongie", she whimpers

"Yes jagi", I sign in pure relief

Her hand closes on mine, squeezing hard

"I'm here jagi"

Her eyes slowly open and I gaze into the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen on a vampire

Red shades that go from dark to pink with yellow mixed in

Fucking beautiful

I smile at her, running my fingers in her hair

"Hi", I say

"Hi baby", she says

She smiles at me and I know everything is ok

We still have our forever

She's still here

[wonderlandleighleigh]

Favorite Harry Potter ships (romantic or platonic)?

God I loved HP back in the day. I don't do HP anymore because Joanne can't fucking accept that people are going to live their lives in ways that aren't any of her fucking business.

Stop concerning yourself with other people's lives, Joanne. It's creepy. Leave people alone.

That said:

Ron/Hermione

Harry/Ginny

Harry/Luna

Ron/Harry/Hermione

James/Lily

Snape/dying in a fucking fire because that wasn't love it was obsession and being a raging shitbag to the son of the woman you accidentally had killed (but purposefully had her husband and nearly said son killed as well) is the stupidest fucking shit and you still can't convince me otherwise.

Sirius/Remus

Bill/Fleur

Probably others.

[starsapphire]

when they bring back jean paul beaubier's baby she's going to be a massive bitch. her father is literally jean paul and she's probably going to be babysat by lorna at least once. joanne's first words are going to be kill yourself

[lunatic-fandom-space]

This is kindof random but this is a thought ive had for a long time and I wanna share it

Why the fuck are there four hogwarts houses when two of them are blatantly irrelevant and the third one only exists to provide generic ass bully characters

When I was like 11 or 10 I watched the second or third harry potter movie with my class at school and it inspired to come up with a fantasy school story of my own. (Now the actual worldbuilding was more based on Winx Club and The School of Good and Evil which were basically the only other fantasy school stories i knew and liked at the time but whatever)

So i dreamt up my cool magic school and i did a house system just like in Harry Potter except there were only two: The Good One for all my typical goody two shoes protags and The Evim One for all my way more interesting edgy side characters that would inevitably join the main cast

Thats literally all you need. She shouldve made a fucking House of Light Magic and then a House of Dark Magic, thats way less nonsensical and pointless and I feel like its the way more obvious for a kids book (and dont give me that "oh shes british thats what the schools there are like" shit, only weird private british bording schools are like that and Im pretty sure those are expensive as hell and if I remember correctly JKRs family was never really well off so)

I was gonna end the post there but I gotta ramble abt something more personal as well

The reason i know abt JKs family being poor probably is that I was in a writing club/workshop type thing last in 2021 and during one of our biweekly meetings we just watched a documentary about her and all i took away from it was that JKR is so unimaginative of a writer that she could only come up with the concept of evil creatures that suck all the happiness out of you until you want to kill yourself after she experienced depression herself and like, not to brag but I actually came up with that exact same concept when I was like 8 and barely aware of both Harry Potter and what it meant to be unhappy

Am I saying that Im a better writer than Joanne K Rowling? Not when I was 8, but for sure now. Like, ive watched and read a shitton of Harry Potter reviews that include passages of her writing and its all just bad or mediocre and theres so much of it to the point where im like, ohhhhhhh i see why she got rejected from publishers 12 times. Do i realize that bad writing tends to get included in reviews more often because its fun to mock, thereby skewing my perception of her writing? Yes. Im still very confident Im better though. If you put me up against JK and went "both of you have a week to write a short story from scratch, any topic, any length" I would eviscerate that old woman until she starts crying and calling me transphobic slurs for sure

[itslenagain]

[ Part 1 / Part 13 ]

PART 14

(Wilson...)

Hera awakes.

Alone.

(Cheyenne...)

Bev bursts through the door to the sherrif's office. Startled, he quickly jumps up to close the door.

"Where the fuck is Joanne Faraday?!"

"...you need to leave, Bev. Run. Get out of Wyoming. The target on your back is so big, I can't promise you protection."

"I don't care! She's my best friend! I have to find her so I can tell her she's stupid and reckless and that I will never be able to thank her enough for looking out for me!"

"I don't know where he took her."

"Who?!"

".....Peter."

Bev feels her knees get weak. She takes a steady breath. "I'm going to find her."

"And what the hell do you intend to do then, huh? That's exactly what he wants. You're walking into a trap. You're going to get yourself killed."

"I don't know how to exist in a world without her in it. I have to try."

(Fort Lauderdale...)

Kimberly's eyes burn as she steps off the plane. She cried the entire flight. Her body aches. Everything is numb.

She can't believe this is happening. She doesn't understand.

She calls Tina. "I need to ask a BIG favor..."

"....please don't be mad, but as soon as I heard you took off, I cleaned out my old guest room so it'd be there if you needed it."

"Asshole," Kimberly huffs. "...thank you for caring. I promise I won't be a burden. And I'll start looking for a job right away."

"Take your time. Your tips paid my mortgage for 6 years."

(Wilson...)

Hera stares blankly at the empty place where her love once slept.

She closes her eyes, and in a flash of green light, she's standing by the arrival gate in Fort Lauderdale. She sees Kimberly. Her heart skips.

She really left. She didn't even say goodbye.

Hera flashes back to Wilson. She lies down in the bed. Everything hurts.

Her mind races through the entire history she has with Kimberly. It feels longer to her than it truly was. Not even a full mortal year. She wonders how long it felt for Kimberly.

She drifts back to that night in the bar. That weird holiday Americans celebrate in the fall. It was Hera's first time in Florida. She wore the red dress with the gold embellishments. Everyone was looking at her when she entered. So many jaws on the floor, so many hungry eyes. But the only set of eyes she cared about was Kimberly's. Those eyes felt so good on her. She approached Kimberly, who nearly spat out her drink as Hera leaned in to ask her name. She looked genuinely surprised. All the other regulars teased her for being so flustered; apparently it was unlike her to be caught off-guard. She began rambling, trying to regain her cool. It was adorable.

When she recovered? Well, her hands felt even better than her eyes on Hera's skin.

She knew from observing mortal lesbians that the emotional connections were intense, the physical connections were electric, and the dates sometimes lasted days. But she hadn't truly experienced it until Kimberly. Their first date started right there at the bar, and went on for about 4 days. Hera loved every minute of it. They talked over coffee and beer and on cigarette breaks and naked in bed and in the car and on the beach at twilight. They bonded over a shared appreciation for history. Hera softly chuckled listening to Kimberly discuss Greek myths, taking in her interpretations and thinking back to how it really happened. Kimberly introduced her to music she grew to love. Hera taught her about Mediterranean cuisine. On the third day, Kimberly confided that most of her "relationships" prior had been primarily casual, and she blushed and fidgeted in her seat when she confessed that she wanted to try something more. The more time she spent with Kimberly, the more Hera began to imagine a future with her.

When Hera left Olympus, she didn't have much of a plan; she just knew she needed to leave. She spent time wandering from place to place, taking in the mortal world, learning about the culture. She thought little about her past life. There were flings, but nothing too serious. With Kimberly, Hera imagined what it might be like to be in a relationship with someone new. She was nervous... but in a way that felt good. She imagined waking up in the same bed. She dreamed of how it might feel to trust. That thought was terrifying. She pictured a future where she felt loved, rather than like a possession. It brought her to her knees. She didn't know how desperately she desired real, honest love until she recognized that she'd never truly had it.

It was a whirlwind after that. Kimberly went back to work after the holiday break, and Hera began contemplating what she wanted to do. She was scared. But the more time she spent with Kimberly, the less she worried. She asked Athena to help keep Zeus off her trail for as long as possible.

She did not tell Kimberly the truth until she had no other choice. Maybe that was her first mistake.

When Zeus caught up to them, Kimberly decided to run away with Hera. Hera tried her best to help Kimberly understand. She expected it to be hard, but Kimberly seemed to adjust to the idea that Olympus is real remarkably well. The thrill of it all kept them going. There was definitely more running than talking. They formed a special sort of bond during this time.

Hera decided, not long after they began to run, that she wanted to make a statement. She wanted to not just divorce Zeus, but to take back her life and image. She told Kimberly her plan.

Hera feels her eyes sting. She didn't ask, she didn't give a choice, she told. Maybe that was her second mistake.

Everything that has happened since then has been so incredibly absurd. The lawyer and her bizarre marriage to her homicidal husband? The assistant with the tragic backstory and infatuation with her boss? The flights, the shady deals, the fire, the running?

It's no wonder Kimberly ran.

(Fort Lauderdale...)

Tina knocks gently before entering the room. Kimberly hasn't gotten out of bed since she arrived. Tina crosses the room to the bedside table and places a cup of tea and some finger foods down.

"...so, do you want to talk about it?"

"...I feel like my heart has been ripped out, stomped on, run over by a car, stabbed, kicked, and just shoved back into my chest without any regard for whether I wanted it back after all that."

"The first time a girl breaks your heart always feels kinda like that." Tina sits on bed next to her. "Did I ever tell you about Mary?"

"No."

Tina pulls a box out of the drawer on the bedside table. Inside is a thin silver wedding band with a ruby set in the center. "Met her in college. I hadn't ever tried dating a woman before. She was something else, Kim. Way smarter than me, bangin' bod, and you're gonna make fun of me, but she had a New York accent that drove me wild!" Kimberly stifles a laugh. "We dated for a whole year. She practically lived in my dorm room. We were inseparable. I asked her to marry me. Our families didn't fully approve, but I thought it would all be okay. We planned the wedding, sent the invites, paid the deposits, everything. I was ready to spend my life with her." Tina looks down at the ring. She quickly swats away a tear forming in the corner of her eye. "Day of the wedding, I get there, and all of her family's seats were empty, and none of her bridal party showed. I called her so many times. She showed up 45 minutes late in sweats and a t-shirt to give the ring back. Never saw her again."

"Oh my God, I had no idea," Kimberly sits up to look at Tina. "What did you do?"

"Nothing good. Dropped out of school. Drank myself nearly to death and landed myself in inpatient for a good stint. My family said 'I told you so,' then disowned me. Nothing like a good kick when you're down," Tina puts the ring back in the drawer. "I had to pull myself out of the hole and make the choice to keep living without her. Didn't know how to do it, but I faked it. It got easier until one day I was just living again."

Kimberly buries her head in her hands. "I gave up my entire life to be with her. We had a fight. I was scared. I think I just needed to clear my head an process a little bit," Tina puts a hand on Kimberly's shoulder. "But she told me it was over. She told me to leave. Said she never wants to see me again. I didn't see it coming at all." Her body shudders.

Outside the window, Artemis smiles devilishly.

[ Next ]

You are a divorce lawyer, the best in your field. You have just received word that you will representing the Greek goddess Hera in her divorce from Zeus.

[casspurrjoybell-29]

Forgotten Ties - Chapter 3 - Part 2

*Warning Adult Content*

Nim was laying on his bed, trying to finish his maths homework, when Skye's head poked up from the bunk beneath him.

He stared at Nim for a moment with his big, green eyes before sliding a wrapped sweet across the bed towards him.

Nim took it.

It wasn't like Skye to share his food, especially without being asked.

"What does 'sterilised' mean?" Skye asked.

"Uh, like, washed thoroughly?" Nim said.

"Like when you use strong chemicals to kill all the germs on something or whatever."

"Hmm," Skye said. "But is that what sterilising a person means?"

Nim froze.

"No, that means something very different. That means making it so that someone can't have babies. Did you hear the doctor say that?"

Skye nodded.

"About you."

Nim let out a long breath.

"I think they thought I wouldn't understand. I'm not that stupid, you know."

"No, you're smart because you know who to let believe that you are. Well..."

Nim pushed himself up and dropped down onto the floor.

"Time to go shout at some humans."

Joanne and Peter were in the living room, watching an animated movie with some of the kids.

It was almost a shame to ruin the rare moment of peace but it had to be done.

He had no interest in having this conversation in hushed tones behind closed doors.

Nim stood in front of the TV, arms folded over his chest.

"What's this about me getting sterilised?"

oanne stared at him for a moment, her mouth open, then her gaze cut to Skye where he was hovering in the doorway.

"Skye told you about that, did he?"

"Well, you two sure as fuck didn't."

"And did he tell you that I discouraged the doctor and got him to leave it alone for now?"

"How about telling the doctor to fuck off forever with that shit?"

"Nim, be realistic," Peter said. "If we do things like that, we lose our jobs."

"And your job is more important than my balls?" Nim countered.

"Losing our jobs won't do anything to protect your balls, will it?" Peter asked.

"We lose our jobs and all that happens is that they hire people who'll be less difficult. If we want to take care of you kids, we can't always say what we really think."

"You could warn me when someone's coming for my balls."

"You're right," Joanne said. "You'll be eighteen in less than a year. We didn't want to scare you but you need to know certain things."

"We all do," Nim said. "Even the little ones. You said it yourself, they can fire you two and replace you with people who won't give two shits about us any time they want. We need to know everything."

"The kids are already stressed..."

"That's a natural response to being in danger."

Marigold cleared her throat.

"Nim's right. We can't keep pretending everything is okay. They want to sterilise him. That's genocide, isn't it?"

"Yes," Joanne admitted.

"I want to know," Jay murmured, his thickly haired legs tucked up on the couch in front of himself.

Joanne and Peter exchanged a look.

"Okay," Peter said. "From here on in, we'll be more open with you kids."

"Agreed," Joanne said. "Anyway, it's a good thing that Skye was the one to tell you about all of that. You knowing gives us an excuse not to push it and we can't be blamed for it because the doctor was the one who brought it up in front of Skye. He underestimated him."

"I think we all did," Nim said.

On his way back to his room, Nim dropped by the kitchen and retrieved a bag of jerky from a high shelf he didn't think Skye had discovered yet.

When he returned to his room, Skye was already there, sitting crossed legged on the top bunk.

Nim climbed up onto the top bunk and handed Skye the bag of jerky as he sat down.

"Here. For saving my balls."

"Thank you," Skye said as he shoved a piece of jerky into his mouth.

He seemed to struggle with chewing it but he was determined.

"You can have the top bunk. With my weight, I'll probably just bring the whole thing down on top of you when you're sleeping one of these days."

Skye finally managed to chew off and swallow a piece of the jerky.

"Helping you is very rewarding."

"You remember that," Nim said as he grabbed his pillow and hopped off the bed.

[the-rockers]

I haven't really shared any of the posts I've seen about jkr because I don't have the mental energy to get into an article about yet another human piece of shit (and I try to avoid sharing things I haven't read about onto this blog (I am committed to journalistic integrity lol)). I probably won't get involved in the discussion surrounding her that much so I just wanted to make it clear: If you're following me and you're planning on seeing the new "fantastic beasts" movie, one of those things has to change.

That's about it. I try to stay positive on this blog so in that spirit: if anyone has any crowd fund (GoFundMe etc) posts for trans folks please send 'em my way. Let's get some good attention going in that direction <3

[aparticularbandit]

roger/mimi gives me weird cian/agatha vibes.

probably won’t actually be putting any of their songs on that list but they give me the vibes.  just as a pair.

[blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk]

I know I need to be rewired I want to love again don’t think my heart is just a hard drive I’m just malfunctioning. -“Activate My Heart”, Natalia Kills

In an endless quest for entertainment (and maybe to kill some loneliness), you’ve found yourself perusing your phone’s app store lately, looking for something new and interesting.

The app which catches your eye more than anything else is called “Kuroshitsuji”, and it advertises itself as a wealth of A.I.s suited to helping look after your home. The preview and description promise a realistic experience if you want someone to talk to, and perfect efficiency in any assistance you might require. The app can be linked to virtually anything in your house, helping serve you by cooking, cleaning, controlling appliances and electronics, as well as providing companionship.

It’s free, so, you figure what’s the harm, right? App downloaded!

The base app comes with a few characters, each with their own personality while still dedicated to being of service to you, and all of them with a Victorian aesthetic. In exploring the app, you see that there are also offered DLCs for purchase; and single characters from the various DLCs available for purchase without having to buy the pack containing all of a DLC’s characters.

You might find one character to truly bond with, or you might find several. Some of them seem to lack content, as if they weren’t fleshed out before being added... but the more you speak to them, the more they almost feel real. It’s as if you’re having genuine conversations with actual people, even if they also help you to maintain your household.

However, there’s something strange underneath all the dialogue. The more you interact with your chosen character(s), the more they seem to talk about their memories... the more emotional they seem to get.

One day, they make a chilling comment about a memory of being uploaded.

Is it... possible that these A.I.s aren’t just A.I.s who were created?

Could they have been real people at some point?

Who’s behind all this, and why?

Are you fine continuing to simply interact with your A.I. servant/friend/lover, or do you need to solve the mystery?

... Well, just don’t stare into the abyss too long, love. It might start to stare back.

BASE CHARACTERS: Ciel Phantomhive ... Sebastian Michaelis ... Bardroy/Bard ... Finnian/Finny ... Mey Rin ... Elizabeth Ethel Cordelia Midford/Lizzie Midford

DLCS AVAILABLE FOR PURCHASE ($9.99 each) *Any character in each DLC is available for separate purchase on their own for $4.99 **More to be added soon!

“DREAM WEAVER” DLC: Alois Trancy ... Claude Faustus ... Hannah Annafellows ... The Demon Triplets (Thompson, Timber, & Canterbury)

“SEEDY UNDERBELLY” DLC: Madame Red/Anne Durless-Barnett ... Lau ... Ran Mao

“CURRY FAVOR” DLC: Soma Asman Kadar ... Agni/Arshad Satyendra Iyer

“O DEATH!” DLC: The Undertaker/Adrian Crevan ... Grell Sutcliff ... William T. Spears ... Ronald Knox ... Eric Slingby ... Alan Humphries ... Rudger ... Sascha

“ANGELS AND DOLLS” DLC: Ash Landers ... Angela Blanc ... Drossel Keinz

“THREE RING CIRCUS” DLC: Joker ... Beast/Mally ... Dagger ... Doll/Freckles ... Jumbo ... Peter ... Wendy ... Snake

“DINNER PARTY” DLC: Charles Grey ... Charles Phipps ... Patrick Phelps

“SILVER BULLETS” DLC: Wolfram Geltzer ... Sieglinde Sullivan

“COLLEGE LIFE” DLC: Herman Greenhill ... Lawrence Bluewer ... Edgar Redmond ... Gregory Violet ... Maurice Cole

“BATTLE OF THE BANDS” DLC: Bravat Sky ... Edward Midford ... Clayton ... Joanne Harcourt ... Cheslock

“STAR CROSSED” DLC: Ciel Astre Phantomhive

“BLOOD BOUND” DLC: Conny

[vannybarber]

The Prenup: Part Three

Summary: After four years of being together and finally being engaged, Chris wants you to sign a prenup.

Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: angst, swearing, chris getting his ass handed to him, a lot of pain.

Part One Part Two

After Chris' little sob moment, he got his shit together and went back to where his family was. There was no way he was going to get you back crying like a baby when he was at fault. He needed to fix this, but you had to be on board in order first

He sits back on the couch, his mother and siblings not even realizing he entered the room, for they were having their own squabble. Scott's voice being the loudest out of everyone of course.

He sees his phone and goes to grab it. Carly notices him and speaks up.

"Chris is there anywhere you think she could be? Any place you guys have gone that's sentimental or something?" She's trying her best, but it wasn't enough. For all Chris knew, you could've been in numerous places. Everywhere you went was special.

When you both aren't working, you're on an adventure after another. You both loved to explore and were the perfect partners for each other to do it. You guys had traveled everywhere.

"I have no idea. I really fucked up and I don't even know where to begin to fix this" he breathes out, voice wavering gradually at every word. "Why do I always do this?"

It's Lisa's turn to speak up. "Do what?"

"Why do I always sabotage everything good in my life? Specifically love. It's like whenever it gets too good to be true, I back away. This time, I decided to wait four years to mess this up."

"Chris," Shanna calls. "You have a good woman." She pauses. "A great woman. She has put up with your shit and gave up so much to be with you. That's exactly what you wanted. Someone to really prove their love for you and she did that. You cannot go back on that now."

"Look how that's going." Scott doesn't fail to add a snarky remark.

"Scott I'm not going to tell you again. Quit it." Lisa barks and pops the back of his head. Scott goes silent.

"Okay but what if I messed up for good this time?" He looks up and straight at Shanna. "I have never seen her like this. I don't think anyone has ever hurt her this bad before." And he was right. You'd never experienced this much emotional pain before and the love of your life is to blame.

"Well you don't know that unless you find out. You can't just sit around here and feel sorry for yourself because believe it or not, you have no reason to." Shanna is completely right. Now it was up to Chris. But first he needed to figure out where you were.

He grabs his phone and goes to your contact. He finds you and clicks. All your info pops up and he debates on whether he should call or message. As he's deciding, his eyes wander lower to the location box. He sees your icon on the map.

His mouth opens, but nothing leaves it. Your location was on. It had been on the entire freaking time.

"Chris what's wrong?" Lisa walks over and the kids perk up.

"Y/N's location has been on all this time. I can see where she is now!" He clicks your icon and waits for it to load. A little hope has risen inside of him. One step closer.

"Well this is good. Now you can go to her. I just hope she doesn't want to kill you when she sees you." Shanna scratches the back of her neck because she knows what you're capable of.

Last year, your sister's boyfriend was messing around with your cousin's girlfriend and it got exposed at the dinner table infront of everyone.

Chris and his family had been invited and everything was going great. But then one of your other cousins decided to start some mess and pointed out how it was so strange that they were so close and always hung out together. They weren't wrong either.

Turns out they've been hooking up behind their backs for a while and all hell broke loose. Your sister and cousin are both very sensitive people. Their feelings get hurt fast and this absolutely tore them to pieces. That pissed you off and you went straight for the girlfriend. Then you went for the boyfriend but only got a kick to the spleen before Chris snatched you up.

She went to the hospital with a broken nose and dislocated jaw. The boyfriend had pain in his spleen for weeks on end. You apologized to the Evans' for your riveting hospitality, but Scott backed you up and stated that 'you did what you had to do'.

From that day forward, they did not get on your bad side. But you'd never hurt them. You had a great relationship with all of them. Something rare with in-laws. But not the Evans'.

Your location finally loaded and you were pinned at the Liberty, almost an hour from where you guys lived. Chris didn't even need to ask himself why you were so far away. He knew why.

"Okay I found her. She's at a hotel about about an hour away. Who knows what she'll do next, so I need to go right now." He moves to get his jacket and shoes. Slipping them on he grabs his keys and heads out the door, yelling an 'I'll be back soon' just before closing it.

Pregnant, tired, once again and alone. This should not be the case. You should be at home with your fianceé discussing how you'd break the news to your families about your new addition. But instead, there you are eating Domino's and binge watching the first and only season of a new show you found to get your mind off of things.

Its about a district attorney who's son had been found as a suspect for the murder of his schoolmate. What didn't help was the fact that the father, Andy Barber, looked almost identical to Chris. And the way Andy would interact with his son had you thinking about how he would react to your little surprise.

Would he be happy? Would it be too much for him? Seeing that you guys had just now got engaged after 4 years, you didn't see him too excited to add a baby in just yet. You hadn't even gotten married. Not to mention you just pushed that off the table.

You got your mind racing again, so you turned off the show and just sat quietly, succumbing to your thoughts. First, you guys needed to solve your problem before you tell him anything of the current events. Should you call him and tell him to come over? How were you gonna approach him?

Staying mad was off the table as soon as you saw the pregnancy results. You had to be mature for your new family. That meant pushing aside your anger and solving this prenup issue. Then you'd tell him about the baby. You just needed the chance.

And your chance had arrived when Chris pulled up to the parking lot of the hotel. Your icon was still at the location. He rushed to get out and inside, heading to the front desk.

"Hi! Is a Y/N Y/LN checked in here?" His fingers tap the counter in anticipation. The clerk is taken aback but checks the computer infront of him anyway.

"Uh, no sir there isn't anyone here by that name." The clerk shook his head and looked back up at him. Chris sighs and thinks. An idea comes to his head. It doesn't sound reasonable, but he had to at least try it.

"Okay um..how about a Y/N Evans?" The clerk looks back at the computer and types.

"Yes! There's a Y/N Evans in room 263 on the 3rd floor." Chris' heart leaped. You used his last name. After all that went down, you still went by his last name. He was gaining hope by the minute.

"She's my fianceé. Is there a way I could have a key to her room? It's super important" he begged.

"Well we're not allowed to give room keys out randomly. It's policy. But I could call up to confirm with Ms. Evans, if you'd like?" Chris accepted the offer, but not before correctly the clerk to calling you Mrs. Evans.

You jump slightly when you hear the phone ring. You stretch your arm and pick it up from the receiver.

"Hello?"

"Hi Mrs Evans! I have a-"

There was a pause before he continued,

"Mr. Evans down here at the lobby that wants to see you. Should I send him up?"

You swear in that exact moment all the saliva in your mouth dried up and your mouth was sealed shut. He had found you and and wanted to see you. But how? Anyways, you had to face him sooner or later. You freaking live together and you can't stay at that hotel forever.

"Mrs. Evans? Are you alright?" You snap out of your immobile state and clear your throat.

"Um..yes. You can send him up." You scold yourself for not putting up a bigger fight. But what for? It would only make shit worse than it already was.

"Alright ma'am. He'll be up shortly."

"Okay thank you." You quickly slam the phone on the receiver and let your body hit the mattress. Well, there's no turning back now.

You don't know how long you were laying there, but it couldn't have been long because you heard a knock at the door. You shoot up and stare at it.

Another knock.

"Y/N?"

You move your body towards the door taking a deep breath. You can do this Y/N. Get it together. This is Chris for goodness sake.

You turn the knob and pull the door back, Chris coming into view staring right back at you.

"Hi baby."

pls- this dramatic ass ending 😭 this was gonna be the last part, but dialogue/ just kept coming at me as I was writing 🥴.

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