#not like what happened with my son 🤦‍♀️

[juxtaposed-nerd]

aapi heritage month headcanons pt. 3 !!!

just in time for s3 of dndads, let’s get into it! this one will probs be a lot but so much has happened in the past year 😭

- taylor LOVES chinese new year, he looks forward to it every year as the favorite (only) child and he eats all the dumplings he could ever eat and gets tons of red envelopes

- cassandra and morgan become best friends/mother-daughter relationship vibes post-doodler, like they are the most badass and cool women in the world and i do think taylor grows to love morgan so much and even though his relationships with nick/glenn are strained, at least he has the best mom and grandma

- as a voice actor for anime/cartoons i think cassandra really did fall in love w the art of anime and i’d love for her to guest at a con (make her the j michael tatum of her world PLEASE) and taylor gets a free ticket to weeb out as much as he wants <3

- in my heart glenn is trying his best, like he really wants that closeness (haha) and i think now post-doodler it's like literally what started as a father/son duo of him and nick now is genuinely a huge (kinda fucked up) family that is trying to mend itself and i do think it starts with chinese takeout !!!

- sidenote i think the close/foster/swifts etc are a great example of how freddie has subverted asian stereotypes fr and also how a family stuck in an absent/neglectful cycle has the ability to come together again

- the mending includes hermie too, hermie definitely deserves something more in his life and the chance get to be a kid w a home in the form of a big family w his bio dads (his normal parents are invited too) (and i also love the idea of normal being like 'grandpa henry! this is the guy!' and hermie being an honorary oak would be so cute 😭)

- hermie went and saw joy ride (2023) bc it was marketed as a comedy and came out bawling his eyes out from that one scene y’all adoptees know what im talking about

- tbh thinking about taylor's closeness w his mom and francis's w kimon wan literally asian moms are holding this show together

- the farnsworth’s are thai and german and they came to peachyville at a young age to give their newborn son a better life very starting nuclear family vibes, ed definitely learned thai for her, and now their son is a bowling champ!

- francis farnsworth and taylor swift are lowkey the spectrum of asian upbringing where it's like midwest asians vs socal asians 😳🤭 they live in different worlds

- kimon wan is an immigrant mom just trying to raise her family and her damn son wont stop being a loser 🤦‍♀️ literally milf w a shotgun (ed is a lucky man FR) (sorry anthony burch)

- when francis is having a really tough day then kimon wan will leave a plate of cut up fruit at his door so he knows he's still supported

- luo's golden wok is the first and only chinese restaurant in peachyville and they have to have the best pepper steak ever im calling it now

- tony collette would love and hate both jodie and glenn i think for different reasons but instead of calling them formosans he’d call them orientals 💀

- also tony collette is 0.0001% asian (chinese) and tyrus luo either DEFINITELY knows which is why he puts up w all the bullshit tony does or tony is determined to make sure that tyrus NEVER finds out ever

- they have a 'throwback' silent movie night at the drive-in and they show a meryl streep film and literally everyone falls in love w him 🥰

- billion millions was a crazy rich asian and he was an icon

- once again they mean the world to me! might end up posting more at some point who knows lol

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checkout past headcanons: 2022! 2023!

[didalexiabreakupwitholgaisback]

Temo por Alexia, creo que no se le están gestionando bien los minutos y debería descansar más porque me da miedo que se pueda volver a lesionar 😔 en estos partidos no debería ser titular o por lo menos salir en el minuto 60+ pero ya sabemos que Romeu no rota pero ojalá no sea titular mañana.

tranqui, tranqui! en realidad creo que los minutos de alexia se han gestionado bien esta temporada. y recuerda que también estuvo lesionada durante algunas semanas. si miras sus números en comparación con las demás, no es tan malo.

but i don’t think the minutes have been managed well for players like cata, mapi, caro, aitana, etc. look what's happened to caro now. 🤦‍♀️ and of course that will affect other players. so not concerned atm about alexia but if pere wants to rest her and play vicky more, i’m good with that too. 🙏🏼

oh for sure. it’s 2025 and culers fighting over aitana vs. alexia is the most ridiculous thing happening. 🙄

and that's honestly why i generally avoid platforms like twitter, where this happens more often. it's really a small number of people with bullshit opinions, but for some reason everyone wants to weigh in on it and that just creates this snowball effect and ramps up the toxicity. and the stupid algorithm amplifies those tweets way more than the normal positivity. bottom line: there is absolutely no need to engage in everything you see online. and because you mentioned my mantra, i gotta post it again!

a ver. lo bueno de ser una bonmatellista es que tienes que apreciar a cada jugadora individualmente y en conjunto. no deberíamos comparar constantemente a las dos.

puedes ver esta foto y apreciar lo que significa para alexia recuperarse totalmente de su lesión. eso no quiere decir que pensemos menos en aitana o que su gol no importe tampoco. ambas son importantes.

si vemos un tweet apoyando a aitana, no tenemos por qué mencionar a alexia todo el rato. y al revés.🙏 recuerda:

[sadgirlglimmeringdarling]

Olivia has lupus. How could she? 🤦‍♀️🤷‍♀️

In my opinion, I don't really believe Olivia has Lupus. I'm just going by all the pics and vids she's posted of herself on IG over the years. She's put that out there for public consumption. With that being said, I don't know how anyone with Lupus can survive this long as a smoker.

You just don't go on for years and years smoking, eating junk food on the road and swallowing energy drinks like it's water when you have Lupus. It's not possible for the body to survive for years with all those toxins going inside your body. No one with Lupus can survive that for that long.

That's why I always questioned if Olivia has Lupus.

Lupus is a disease that destroys your organs. Imagine being a smoker with all that happening in your body. Jesus Christ.

Lets look at Selena Gomez.

She went years smoking, partying and allegedly doing drugs. She had no idea she had Lupus. When she found out she had Lupus, she needed a kidney transplant. The Lupus destroyed her kidney and her lifestyle made it worst. Not her fault really. She had no idea she had Lupus. Once she did, she changed her lifestyle.

Halsey is another one. She glorified smoking from 2011 - 2020.

Halsey - smoked for years, partied hard and also allegedly did drugs. She got pregnant, got herself clean for her baby and as soon as she had her son, she got gravely sick. She learned she had Lupus after giving birth. She probably was another one walking around without any idea of having Lupus.

Both Selena and Halsey did interviews over the years describing fatigue and "I feel like there's something wrong with me but I don't know what it is" - not knowing what was wrong with them was that they had Lupus. They knew something was wrong but they didn’t know what the hell it was.

At least when they both found out they had Lupus, they changed their lifestyles completely, living clean healthy lives.

But Olivia? According to what she posts on her IG - she hasn't changed anything despite "having Lupus". What do her doctors say? What does Jack say? People die from Lupus everyday. Posting #Lupuswarrior on IG one time for getting a Covid vaccine ain't doing shit for her.

I actually took a look at her IG just now. She hasn't posted anything with smoking, energy drinks or junk food it seems for a while. Then again, I don't watch her IG religiously, so maybe she deleted something. Maybe she finally quit smoking or perhaps she doesn't post it on social media anymore. She use to get a lot of criticism back in the day for posting smoking pics. She would snap at people in the comments who asked her why she was smoking when she had Lupus. Typical Olivia behavior.

For her health's sake, I hope Olivia finally quite smoking. No one in this day and age should be smoking. It causes cancer. Period.

As someone who has friends and family members with Lupus, I see the pain and struggle with having Lupus. People are placed in disability for Lupus for a good reason.

Here's a documentary on Lupus for those interested.

[valkyrieandstrangeridingaragorn]

Episode 2 of What If Season 2 poked the Peggy hornet’s nest and did exactly what I thought it would. 

So, for context, in this reality Yondu actually handed Peter Quill over to Ego when he was supposed to, and within just 6 months Ego was able to corrupt his son into a conqueror, so they invade Earth together. Peggy is director of SHIELD at the time, and she and Howard work together to assemble a proto-Avengers team to stop them. The team consists of Hank Pym, Bill Foster, T’Chaka, Thor, Wendy Lawson (who I think is from Captain Marvel), and… wait for it… the Winter Motherfucking Soldier. 

Yes, for real.

And because I know you’re thinking it, the excuse given is that he is in the hands of the Russians during this time, so Peggy and Howard couldn’t possibly have known about it UwU. Anyway, when they see him there’s a super drawn-out moment where they both think they recognize him (and it’s while he still has the mask on, so while this probably wasn’t intentional I actually read that as yet another middle finger to Steve, as Peggy could apparently recognize Bucky even under his disguise while Steve couldn’t). And then, Howard says, I shit you not: “I'd heard the rumors, but even if they’re true, the man we knew is long-gone, Peg, and we have bigger fish to fry.” And then later in the episode, with no segway from that to this, there’s a scene where they’re all together and the Winter Soldier has his mask off, and actually speaks. 

So, at least in this universe, Howard and Peggy are 100% aware that Bucky Barnes is in fact the Winter Soldier. Later on in the episode Howard attempts to get through to him, but only when it becomes a necessity to save the world (because he is about to kill Peter Quill while Hank is trying to convince him to turn on Ego), but it’s still pretty damning. And then at the end of the episode, rather than trying to rehabilitate him, they just let him go. Like, it’s not the same situation as Steve where he was out cold and unable to do anything, they could have taken Bucky in and tried to break his programming, but they didn’t. It’s left ambiguous what will happen to him after that, so it’s not like they sent him back to Hydra, but Hydra is still out there in this universe, so my hopes aren’t high.

TLDR; this episode attempts to handwave away the very strong possibility that the Howard and Peggy of the Prime Timeline knew what was happening to Bucky, but in doing so unintentionally made them look so much worse.

I don't... I can't even... WTF did I just read? (not you of course, I mean, what is wrong with Marvel?) 🤦‍♀️

So they use Bucky while brainwashed and/or still with Hydra's BS in his mind, and they don't even care to help him out after? They see a victim and they use him and then turn away from him, not caring about his well-being? And, I assume, Howard and Lady Brexit are still framed as good guys? And how are they any better than Hydra in that story?! The absolute nerve...

Once I read the spoilers a few days ago and saw they were going to have her as Director of SHIELD, I just knew they were going to absolve her of everything and never have her answer for any of her actions. And of course the only one who says he had "heard rumours" was Howard, not her. She's an angelic glorious being incapable of doing anything wrong. What in the absolute narrative protection is this...

Howard and Miss Brexit couldn't possibly know about Bucky... yeah, right. Except for the fact that they knew what Zola had done, because Steve told them, and they still willingly worked alongside him, even gave him a nickname. Oh Arnie, my beloved, wasn't it fun when you tortured Steve's best friend? Let's have some beer. I don't see how Miss "I shoot innocents when I'm jealous" Brexit could have recognized Bucky considering she didn't give a damn about him after Steve risked his own life against her wishes to save him, but apparently in this she can tell who he is even with a mask on? Damn girl, did you inject the serum in him yourself?

And I'm sorry but what is this... “I'd heard the rumors, but even if they’re true, the man we knew is long gone.” Excuse me? Oh, good enough to use but not good enough to save? How is the everloving hell is that even a line?! Oh my god, Marvel, just say you hate Bucky and go. I don't get it, what, he's the guy who ruins their beloved Steggy nonsense and they can't help themselves, they have to drag him through the mud for daring to be more important to Steve than Miss Brexit here? (And I say that as a non-shipper but holy crap, this is nuts.)

Not even in another timeline are these two somewhat redeemable. And Bucky is fucked up no matter what. Typical.

So the Infinity Saga had Stark as their golden boy and now it's Agent Brexit's time to shine... Will the Hero Cinematic Universe ever provide any heroes of narrative protection or are they going to choose the bad ones only? Oh, you're a soldier kidnapped, tortured and brainwashed? Go ahead and make amends, you monster. Oh, you willingly worked for the TVA and tortured and killed because you wanted to? Poor you, let us frame you as good and pat you on the back, you sweet thing.

Wow, I got mad in this one. Sorry. I have the Bucky feels right now 😜😂

[thesevenwondersofawitch]

Watching The Wheel Of Time, s2 ep8 (season finale)

I love how Moiraine and Lan shared one look and you could tell they've been around each other for so long that they both can silently communicate their feelings about Lanfear 😂

Lanfear is fabulous

The way Moiraine was like 'I can't open it that dude took my power from me'

Oh no I'm concerned what the role Moiraine and Lan will play👀

WHAT BANNER?

(Lanfear blows Moiraine and Lan through a gateway and they land in water) How refreshing

Lanfear: "Come with me."

Rand: "Do I have any choice?"

Lanfear: "You know who I am."

IF ANYTHING HAPPENS TO HOPPER I'M GONNA RIOT!

Wait, I thought Lanfear and the evil dude didn't like each other?

Oh no the white hunters stormed the tower(White Tower?)

Oh they're storming the place that Egwene is being held

I do not think Elayne is straight

Oh my god, Rana cut Egwene's braid😭

Nyeverae babe, the power is corrupting you👀

Nyeverae's expression looks eerily like Rana's

Aww, Rand came to help Egwene

Mat, my boy, RESIST

Moiraine: "Do you really want it back after everything I have done to you?"

Lan: "I never asked to be released, nor will I." 🥺

My poor girl looks so broken I wanna hug her😭

"The only reason that I was able to say that you're not my equal is that I've known one thing to be true since the day we met... You have always been my better."😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

"Let me back in."

I love how we get to see their bond reforming🥺😭

REUNITED AND IT FEELS SO GOOD (Perrin and his friends)

Damn, The way all those girls (including Egwene) are being forced to use their powers)😭

Oh, Egwene is getting BIG MAD

Renna: "Good girl!" Lady she's not a dog🤦‍♀️(I know that's how she views her in a way)

*singsong* RAND IS HERE TO SLAAAAAY!

Oh nurh my boy! Ingtar🥺

Lan: "You're faster than you used to be."

Moiraine: "Feels like I'm running without buckets on my back."🥺

I love Moiraine's outfit

Wait, six?! Oh my god, they're people aren't they?!! Is she planning to do that to the kids from Two Rivers👀

Awww, what a cute lil snake/lizard

Oh God, they're gonna gentle Rand aren't they

Mat the DIY king😂

Aw, poor Egwene will need so much therapy after this

NOOOOOO ELAYNE!

She BETTER NOT DIE!

Oooooo Renna can channel?! Ha! She can't hurt Egwene

Ooooooo Renna is dead😁 (poor Egwene though)

REUNITED AND IT FEELS SO GOOD! (the reprise, Rand x Egwene)

"How? Why?" Poor girl is traumatized

"I came to save you, but it looks like you didn't need it." She badass

NO RAND!

The way Ishameal is quoting the dude who gentled him👀 (was it Lews?) (It was)

Awe, it's a bro-mance (Perrin and the son of the main white guy)

HOPPER! NOOOOOOOOOO (I'M GONNA BE SICK)

Whoa! Hopper's spirit is jumping for leaves🥺 so I'm going with him being at peace (if this is true to the book, then I won't riot)

Mat has blown the horn!!!!

Slow mo 👀 shits about to get real isn't it👀

Mat is the only thing moving at normal speed?

Wait, what does he remember?!

This is so cool

The heroes of the horn? Mat was one of them?! I have chills

AWESOME!

Wait, Uno?! Unexpected and so cool

Bro-mance is over (Alexa play When The Party's Over)

I ship Egwene and Elayne hard

Noooooooo! Rand has been unpaled🥺👀

Hell yeah

"You cannot face down one of the chosen, child." Egwene said

"I will let a thousand innocent people die if there's even a chance that he will live." Hardcore (get you a person like Moiraine)

Lan has Moiraine's back always 🥺

Moiraine doing her slow raise up as she's waving has me thinking things 👀😳🫣

Perrin is a great friend

"Who are you?"

"Elayne." Pls don't make them love interests

Oh, Moiraine is so gloriously powerful I love her

SHE BROKE THE SHIELD ON RAND!

Ishameal is dead (and he saw nothing. Nothing at all).

I'm guessing the ships being set ablaze is the banner Lanfear was saying

Oh, they mean literally make a banner of fire😂

Whoa

Damn, Moiraine really gave them a dragon😂

As the heroes

Lanfear has plans uh oh👀

Oh no, there's a new player 👀 Moghedien

Oh, the stone stuff is the other powerful dudes

Ishameal let all of them out! 👀👀

Poor Lanfear 🥺🥺🥺🥺

Well shit, it's over. What am I supposed to do until we get another season?!😭 I was really hoping we'd see more of Siuan and Moiraine and the aftermath of Siuan getting injured 🥺

[chrysanthemumgames]

Hello! I love mythology. That's why I love reading all the stories that adapt it (well, not all). So I had a few questions:

- Are Apollo and Hermes best friends (or at least friends) like in mythology? I ask because of Homeric Hymn 4, to Hermes : "...all-glorious sons of Zeus turned the cows back towards the sacred meadow, but themselves hastened back to snowy Olympus, delighting in the lyre. Then wise Zeus was glad and made them both friends. And Hermes loved the son of Leto continually, even as he does now, when he had given the lyre as token to the Far-shooter, who played it skilfully, holding it upon his arm" "...Apollo, son of Leto, swore to be fellow and friend to Hermes, vowing that he would love no other among the immortals, neither god nor man sprung from Zeus, better than Hermes: and the Father sent forth an eagle in confirmation"

- Will there be specific Dionysus myths in the story? He is definitely my favorite god. I love the chaotic side of him. Will there be anything about him besides his name and powers (Semele, trips through Egypt and other places, his famous followers such as the bacchantes, maenads and satyrs, the myrtle plant, pirates xD, Ariadne?... well, any myth that is related to Dionysus as a god)

- ¿ What happened to Erebus? He is Nix's husband. How did he die? So...where's Nix? Zeus is afraid of her? 😏😏

- Were there attemps by Hera to overthrow her husband's power? (like in mythology)

- Will we meet Prometheus? how is he?

- Has the story of Asclepius chronologically already happened or not yet? Hades complains about resurrections, and Apollo kills the Cyclops who forged Zeus's thunderbolts in revenge. It's interesting

- Does the Elysian Fields exist?

Ehmm, any answer would be great for me. If I foolishly asked for any answers that contained spoilers, I'm sorry.🤦‍♀️. Thank you!

Hey anon!

Apollo and Hermes have a bit of a strained relationship in this one. They used to be quite close, but (relatively) recent events have pulled them apart somewhat.

As for what other myths will or will not show up... wait and see. There's no way I can possibly account for every myth there is, and I'm choosing the ones I do work with in a way that keeps the tone of the story and the relationships between the characters, as well as their expressed views, consistent.

I hope you enjoy the story for what it is, though. :)

[aristocratic-otter]

I was determined that I'd finish a six sentence sunday this week, and look, I made it! And it's almost still Sunday!

Love and hugs to those of you who've tagged me for the last week: @ileadacharmedlife, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @cutestkilla, @larkral, @captain-aralias, @palimpsessed, @artsyunderstudy, @thehoneyedhufflepuff, @hushed-chorus, @j-nipper-95 and @whogaveyoupermission

Snippets and tags for Wednesday under the cut

Well, I'm down to five WIPs. But wait, I'm researching two more to start soon 🤦‍♀️. Still, for now it's five.

From Saving Simon Snow:

I don’t understand. 

I respond to the typical list of wedding promises with less than half of my attention, but I must do it right because they roll on through to the end without pausing. I can’t bring myself to care. 

I can feel Baz’s magic…it’s there, under my skin, just like mine used to be. It pulses faintly with the beat of my heart. 

I wonder if I could use it?

From: Raising Dragons:

It’s been two hours since Niamh’s yell rousted Baz and I out of our marriage bed (shortest honeymoon ever). And while all of the eggs have wobbled back and forth with some regularity, there’s not even a crack on any of the shells. 

“What if they can’t do it on their own,” I whisper to Niamh and Agatha. I’m worried, but I’m trying to hide it for Baz’s sake. He’s mesmerised. He’s down in the next sitting cross-legged next to the eggs, running his hands over them and talking to them. 

From: To Heal a Broken Mind

The seizures aren’t improving. We’ve tried no less than four medications now, and two of those were experimental. I don’t know what kind of connections Baz had to use to get them. But my seizures are happening more and more often, and lasting longer each time. 

I can tell Baz is worried. I’m scared. I don’t want to let the doctors go poking around in my brain, but I’m rapidly running out of options

From: Westward Son:

Perhaps I should tell Penelope and Baz. But if I did, they’d just keep closer watch on him, and Simon already feels oppressed from their constant observation, I’ve seen that first hand. Everytime he turns to glance at his best friend or his lover and finds them already watching him with worried expressions, he flinches. I don’t pretend to understand what’s going on in his head, but I can tell that the way Baz and Penelope are trying to help him is only driving him farther away. 

So, I won’t tell them. But I’ll keep watch, tonight.

From this year's COBB, Threads of Fate, my first teaser!:

“There’s nothing there, Snow. You’ve gone round the bend. Now please, let me revise in peace!” 

I turn my back on him, though I don’t look down at my notes. Instead, I listen to Snow mumble and shuffle his feet. He sounds utterly confounded. When I finally hear the door open and his heavy steps moving away, I turn back to look after him. 

Jokes aside, I really do hope that he’s not losing his mind.

Tags to all the folks I mentioned at the top, and @bazzybelle, @bookish-bogwitch, @carryonsimoncarryonbaz, @dragoneggos, @excalisbury, @erzbethluna, @fight-surrender, @fatalfangirl, @facewithoutheart, @ivelovedhimthroughworse, @ileadacharmedlife, @im-gettingby, @johnwgrey, @jbrrring, @letraspal, @moodandmist, @moments-au-crayon22, @frjsti, @nightimedreamersghost, @prettylightsbigcity, @theearlgreymage, @twinkle-twinkle-up-above, @tea-brigade, @upuntil6am, @whatevertheweather, @yellobb-old, @yeonjunenby

[therealms-number1angirl]

The Demon King Chapters 7-11

05/26/24

Chapter Seven:

Both Han and Raisa having to deal with "oh, no, my best friend grew up and got hot" is actually hilarious.

And then she does the same with her own son 😖

Something, something, the garden turning into Raisa and Amon's spot to Raisa and Han's spot, something, something

Amon is such a dork, I wish this part of him lasted longer 🤧

I feel so bad for her. All she's ever wanted was a FRIEND 😭 (remembering what happens in that same garden about a year later 🤧)

The Byrnes are so smart, if only people (marianna) listened

Oh, sweetie...

If you follow my blog, you're probably aware that I am NOT a raimon fan. And this is one of the reasons why they didn't work and why they will NEVER work. He'll always view her as his superior in a way, and she'll always be able to pull rank on him, just as he accused her of doing even at Oden's Ford. It's their dynamic, and it's the way of their friendship, but it doesn't make for a healthy romance.

Raisa, go girl, do ur thing 🤭

It's funny that Raisa became much more enjoyable as a character to me the first time around when she was able to make a few of her own choices. She got to taste freedom for the first time, and it helped her grow up.

Hanson, your time is coming 🤭

Chapter Eight:

HOW DARE CINDA WRITE THIS WHEN SHE ALREADY KNEW THE ENDING 😤

Also, he was such a girl dad already, i can't 😭

FIRST JEMSON APPEARANCE!!!

don't think about flamecaster, don't think about (how jemson outlives han bc history repeated itself) flamecaster, don't think about flamecaster-- MAKER HELP ME, CINDA WHHHYYYY???

Do you think that she ended up not going that route so that the parallels between hanalea/alger and raisa/han wouldn't be SUPER obvious?

Everyone still thinking that Han is streetlord 🤦‍♀️ poor cat, my girl never gets her accolades.

AMON!!!

Their friendship means a lot to me, okay?

Chapter Nine:

Another Vega mention, another "fufufufufufufufuf--" note <3

Raisa's family is so complicated, she's being pulled in every which direction, my poor baby girl 🤧

Genuine question, is a mother guilting you about the fact that they will one day die NOT a normal conversation topic?

Does everybody's moms suck in this world? Except for dancer's ofc... like, raisa really was just doing the best she could with the examples that she had.

Just learned that cennestre apparently means 'mother'? ELENA DOES NOT DESERVE THAT TITLE!

Nobody is on my girl's side, WHERE IS HANSON ALISTER WHEN YOU NEED HIM???

Chapter Ten:

Okay, so I will admit that when I read Chapter Ten six years ago, I had been starting to get worried that i had misread the point of the story, and raisa and han weren't going to be romantic pair. and i do remember thinking that if raimon was all i was going to get, it would be okay... dear, maker, am i glad that that did not turn out to be the case <3

I wrote a rain fanfic with this exact premise 😭

Another reason raimon doesn't work romantically is Amon's first priority is to the line, not the specific queen. Yes, he cares for raisa, but he won't let that win out on his sense of duty, even back when he was just a corporal.

RAISA HEARING ABOUT HER FUTURE HUSBAND 🤭 (yes, i really am that desperate for rain crumbs, how did you know?)

Chapter Eleven:

I FORGOT THAT WILLO WAS IN THIS CHAPTER OMG 😭

Was Dancer trying to use wizard healing on Han? Was that the vibe i was getting here?

well... that part wasn't... totally false...

Wait a minute, was this on purpose?

There's something very special about this relationship too, okay?

DON'T WORRY, JEMSON, HE GETS THERE!!!

OFC SHE DOES, SHE RAISED THAT BOY 👏

pausing tonight, bc the next few chapters are my ABSOLUTE FAVORITE, and i can only post a limited amount of photos per post.

[lucasbarr]

Just finished Bees and yet again the Bree + Roger subplots are the least interesting to me but I’m glad we got more of William and of Ian and Rachel! It kinda dragged on a bit with the day-to-day monotony of the Ridge (which I usually like but this was a lot) but overall I enjoyed the book!

Major Spoilers under Read More

John Cinnamon is my new favorite character! He is such a sweet young man and I think I’m going to go back and read the Lord John series now too! Because it felt like I was missing something with the whole Percy subplot in MOBY + this book having not read it.

Like lowkey why is everyone other than Jaime and Claire’s immediate offspring (sans Willie) more interesting? Idk how Diana managed to create such an unlikeable little family unit with Brianna, Roger, and their kids (tho I do like Jeremiah, not so much Amanda) but such a rich supporting cast!

Also why give Brianna a heart condition if it’s just magically going to be fixed by her being pregnant?!

I will say though it’s interesting that Davy isn’t a time traveller like his siblings. Makes you wonder if Fergus (who I am also choosing to believe is La Comte’s son) is a traveller or not and what this means for Claire and her family. Also makes one wonder if Percy’s family that he married into or even Fergus himself might be one of her ancestors 👀

The Richardson subplot is…😬 Why would you make an abolitionist the main villian! Not to mention he has African American ancestry! Diana WTF? Your racism is showing in this book 🤦‍♀️ Not to mention the plot with Ulysses/Joseph Stevens… like Diana why???

I am also choosing to believe that Totis is Ian’s son! He is such a sweet addition to the household, even if the reasons were a bit strenuous in the book. Though I am also intrigued by the Jenny/Joseph Brant’s Uncle romance. Though I don’t know why Claire didn’t tell Jenny that the war would be over in a matter of months? 🤔

Makes me wonder why she’s decided to kill off Percy and what this means for the Percy & Fergus storyline.

And why in hell Hal want to see Ben! Like I was under the impression that Amaranthus was in cahoots with Ben and then she went to see him and saw him with a other woman which came out of nowhere. Honestly it would have been more interesting if she’d known and went be with him and left Trevor with the Willie and Lord John. Bye maybe the whole widow thing is a ruse and she lied about the other woman and maybe she is in on it?

Though it makes me wonder if Hal made the poison to poison Ben…

Like I wonder if William will take Amatanthus up on her offer and pass off his title and estates to their kid. Like obviously that’s what Ben did with her and why I thought that Amarantus was more involved with the plan than we saw (esp with her reaction when she went to see him) though I’m dubious about whether her account of the events is true or not.

I mean the way she brazenly suggested the plan that Ben had gone through with seemed suspicious to me!

I think Richardson is involved with Rob Cameron in some way and that the gold is going to come into play. Again, weird choice of villain with Richardson being an abolitionist but I guess we’ll just have to wait and see.

And also WTF happen to Ulysses? Is he dead? I know Duncan was one of his men but like why didn’t you just tell him she was in Nova Scotia? Just be vague and then he might not have tried to ya know oust Jaime and that whole skirmish!

Like I want to see less filler (or just more with beloved characters like Lizzie!) and more streamlining from the editor on the major plot points!

Also WTF happened to Buck!

[lemonhemlock]

Do you have any book recommendations?

i'm looking for book recs myself! saved a bunch on my storygraph acct if you're interested i'm sunsetcypress over there xoxo

i went a really long time just reading academic texts as i was scrambling to finish my phd so i'm really behind with reading fiction. more reason to find the previous post preposterous as i'm well acquainted with the feeling of poring ages over opaque texts and confusing methodology, trying to decipher the meaning of the damn article, only to find that not only did it not promise to do what the abstract claimed, but i couldn't even use it for my own paper 🤦‍♀️ neither could i relate to the "have you thought of not reading boring texts" mentality. LOL.

anyway i can deff recommend the book i'm currently reading, which is little friend by donna tartt. my goal for the end of this year is to squeeze the goldfinch in there as well (fingers crossed pray for me etc). i loved it so much, her writing style is so evocative and she has this very enviable ability to craft very vivid, very distinctive characters with rich inner lives. in this book in particular, the majority of the POV characters are female and it focuses on one family and the effect that the death of their son/brother/nephew still has on them years later. so we have a tween girl protagonist, her teen sister, their mother, their grandmother, their 3 aunts (all the old ladies are SO kooky), their housekeeper etc. little harriet is such a spunky adorable little girl, tough as nails and disobedient but surprisingly attentive and considerate towards her family in a way that's not soppy but really, genuinely endearing.

the narrator is omniscient so we get to hop through each perspective and inhabit their head a little while and it's done with such easy grace and artistry, just a proficient feeling for juggling when to show and when to tell. the "showing" / indirect characterisation is downright stunning and i don't want to fawn too much but miss tartt sometimes hits you with a detail that is just breathtaking - like, i struggle to describe it but i sometimes had to put the book down because it was tapping into the collective consciousness too much :)) whereas the "telling" part / exposition is done in such a way that it seems like she's imparting spicy gossip to the reader

^idk how much you'll be able to get from such a disjointed segment but harriet's mother has been living in a state of near-catatonic depression since her son died and their POC housekeeper has been the one to take care of the children and the house. there are racial politics in the book too and it's fascinating to see how much you can gleam from a character's throwaway comments or passing thoughts

i'm still easing into it as harriet is just starting to investigate the death of her brother but this world already feels so rich and organic and i honestly think i could just read about these women's mundane lives even if nothing of note happened.

i really wasn't expecting to like a book with a child protagonist so much or about this subject matter, but there you go. it's a marvel how a crafty author can engage your interest

^another little snippet: harriet had been reading about adventurers freezing to death in antarctica when their cat died and witnessing it awakened the inherited bereavement of her brother's untimely death

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I just love how blind Tommy is 😂 . He tells Arthur to calm down, but just hours before he was going mad looking for his son 🤦‍♀️ Tommy, Tommy Tommy, you're just like your brother except Arthur adds a bit more passion to his fury 😂.

Every time you write about Arthurs anger slowly building, I'm on the edge of my seat waiting for him to just snap. You can really feel his fury, and honestly you write it so well I start to get angry too, ready to unleash on anyone who dares talk to me, good thing I read my fav fics at home 😂!

Oh dear god...Heaven is as murderous as Arthur!! Five Men! Heaven you're starting to scare me, and that's not easily done. 😅. Oh darling Arthur, he could simply not imagine his Angel drenched in blood having murdered someone. I love how you write about him imagining the scene in his head as he learns his woman is not so angelic. She has a dark side just like him, if not darker! And the fact that he likes it 😏😂! “I’ve told you she was a fucking curse but no one listened to me. What am I supposed to do for people to fucking listen to me eh? Hear me Arthur?” Tommy’s chilling gaze looked upon his oldest brother. 🙄 Jesus Tommy, she saved your sons life, his hate for her clouds everything! I'm so surprised Ada reacted similar to him...I mean there's no other way to save an innocent child's life when someone else has intentions of killing them, Ada stop being so diplomatic 😂!

“Whether you like it or not this company’s license is written in blood, and its foundations are made with dead bodies. We are all standing on an empire of silent hearts and maimed flesh.”  SHARK!! This was beautifully written, WOW! Polly's words are so true, they can judge Heaven as much as they want by her actions, but they are   all like her, just in different ways.

NO WAY did Tommy just hold a vote 🤦‍♀️🤣! This man is too much. Please, someone tell Tommy to get off his high horse 😂

😯 What kind of sadistic smut is this! (I love it 😈!). 😂 I was expecting Arthur to go to Heaven cradle her in his arms while she wept into his chest falling asleep..nope nope nope, he goes in, she crashes her lips onto his, and he gets all horny looking at her in his white shirt 😂. And then 🔥! It's hot enough here right now with this hellfire weather but this scene warranted a cold shower 😂! "Not only he got it, but he was ready to be your cure" I bet he was 🤭. Is heaven bewitching him??

Ok I'm at the part where shes talking about her past 👀🍿...OH MY GOD, the truth bombs have been dropped. Heaven... How utterly tragic your life has been. The image of her little sister and mother being burnt on pyre is horrific 😔😥, and to think that shit actually happened and is now a part of human history. I'm glad she hunted down those evil bastards, they deserved everything they got. It was very interesting to read that her mother was a witch too, her powers have passed on to Heaven, I wonder in what ways Heaven will use her talent now Arthur knows everything 🤔? Arthur comforting and being there for when no one else is anymore was so heartwarming, he is all she has 😩.

"He was the gasoline.

You were the match.

And if you both burnt,

The whole world would burn with you" Amazing ending to the chapter, and so true to their relationship! Shark 😩...I love these two so much ❤️, they are my comfort couple. Well done on this incredible chapter, your detail and work on this series is insane ❤️!

Heaven in Your Eyes || Arthur Shelby x Reader!OC

Summary: Following the event of the kidnapping of his son, Thomas and the rest of the family learn you have killed a man. Confused and in a state of shock, the Shelbys debate whether or not they should accept you. But while they are debating, you are falling into a pit of anxiety. Now, it's Arthur's time to be there for you.

Words: 6K

TW: Light angst, canonical description of violence, mention of child abuse, smut, unprotected sex, mention of death and torture, trauma talk, fluff, hurt/comfort

Notes:

✞ Admittedly this part is longer than what I planned to do but it has plenty of essential moments and discussions. The next chapter wont be that long. As for the smut part, it is quite long too but it does have a purpose in the story. You can skip it if you want but you'll miss information.

✞ This chapter is complementary to the one-shot From Blood We'll Grow (but no need to read it)

✞ Heaven is OP's original character but written with the use of « you » (Moodboard here).

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Thomas Shelby was leaning against the kitchen counter, cigarette hanging in his lips and piercing blue eyes focused on the needle of the pocket watch he was holding in his hand. It would not be long before Arthur and John would come back, consequently he did his best to enjoy the precious quietness of the house before some family chaos. He put the watch back in the pocket of his vest and took a quick look at Polly, Ada, and Michael, who had no other choice but to wait with him. When Tommy demanded a family reunion, every one of them knew they better not missed it. The two women were sitting at the table, a smoking hot cup of tea in their hands. Polly’s dark irises were staring at an invisible spot on the wall in front of her as she lost herself in the meanders of her own thoughts. Contrary to her aunt, Ada could not stay still. She was nervously moving her leg, eyes shifting between her big brother, the clock on the wall, and her own hands.

“Where’s she?!” Arthur’s voice suddenly roared in the kitchen, alongside the loud bang the door made when he almost burst it open.

Here we go, Tommy thought even though his face remain placid. Knowing Charlie was safe at home had extinguished his anger.

“Is she okay?” John asked, sincerely worried for you. As time passed, he had grown fond of your presence more and more. He was out of breath for he had been running behind his oldest brother, trying to catch up with him. When he entered the kitchen, less than one minute after Arthur, he had leaned against one chair with his hands and tried his best not to spit his burning lungs out.

“Calm down, Arthur.” Tommy issued with a neutral voice, looking at Arthur’s face which was distorted with both worry and rage.

“Don’t fucking tell me what to do, Tom! Where the FOOK is she?” At first, Tommy thought his brother was just agitated, but when he saw Arthur coming at him with teeth bared and darkened eyes he understood it was not a simple tantrum. It was fury — the same fury that had pushed him to almost killed the man who had tried to murder Thomas at the horse race, to the point they had to choke him until he almost blacked out just to calm him. Tommy did not falter though and remained motionless.

Witnessing how enraged the oldest sibling was, Polly got up from her chair and grabbed him by the arm.

“She’s fine! I’ve taken care of her myself. She is fine.” Polly repeated louder, hoping her words would overcome her nephew’s terrifying fit. She had barely finished her sentence when Arthur turned his head to her in one vivid movement and growled like an animal. However, his facial expression relaxed a little despite his brows still furrowed and his eyes shooting bullets at everyone he was looking at. Anger was boiling in his veins, fueling his heart that was pumping to the rhythm of his growing anxiety. Breath hitching, teeth still slightly bared, Polly knew his nephew could snap at any moment. She knew he was like a jerrican of gasoline, whose slightest spark could turn into a destructive wildfire, “Arthur, please. She needs you lucid,” She paused and gently tightened her hands around his arm, “She just needs you.”

Arthur closed his eyes for a few seconds and inhaled. The gulp of fresh air managed to set his ideas straight — or was it simply because your well-being was more significant than anything else in the world? When he reopened his lids, he gathered all his strength to remain in control of his wild spirit. Another growl escaped from his lips.

“Where is she ?” These were the only words he could utter. Polly took a quick glance at Tommy and sighed. The whole family knew that Arthur, as stubborn as a dog refusing to give its stick, would not let it go. He would remain deaf to any of their explanations as long as he was not informed where his angel was.

“I’ve brought her to your house. I’ve helped her clean the blood from her skin. She was curled up in your bed when I left. See? She’s at home, safe and sound.”

“Hm.” He mumbled with his jaw clenched, right before starting to pace back and forth in the room like a caged lion under Tommy’s undisrupted eyes. The latter cleared his voice to get everyone’s attention.

“I want to know what happened in every detail. Michael?” Tommy’s voice was collected. So controlled and cold his breath almost turned the whole room into a castle of ice and frost. Michael shook his head. The latest events were still stuck on replay in his troubled mind: the sensation of Hughes's skin against his hands made him nauseous each time he thought about it. Even though he took the life of the monster who had robbed him of his innocence, the threatening shadow of the priest still floated above him, waiting for Michael to fall asleep to fill his nightmare with unspeakable and excruciating memories. Hughes was gone, but the wounds were still there, vey much opened. He lowered his head, unable to bear the weight of the family’s eyes staring at him.

“I’ve killed Hughes,” He started his left hand nervously scratching the back of his right one until his skin turned red, “I wanted to grab Charles and bring him home but he was not in there. That’s when I heard a kid screaming and a big thud. When I entered the other room Heaven was—“ He stopped, for he felt the burn of the ravaging fire that was blazing in Arthur’s eyes. The unspoken threat was clear enough for him to understand: he better be careful with the next words that were about to come from his mouth if he did not want the beast to tear him apart.

“She was?” Tommy’s authoritative and slightly impatient tone captured his attention again.

“She was covered with blood, Charles in her arms. She had killed the man who wanted to hurt your son by stabbing him with a pair of scissors. If Heaven had not been there, Hughes’ colleague would have shot me and Charlie down. I saw a gun a few inches from the corpse.”

No one dared to speak now that the facts had been spit, leaving no doubt on your implication in the whole mission. Tommy brought his hands to his face and rubbed it in an attempt to process all the information he had just learned. A part of him could not believe it: how could you so easily kill a man who was almost twice your height and weight? After all, you were such a frail and small creature he had trouble imagining you going feral and butchering someone with the sole strength of your tiny hands. Yet, he knew about the dead you left on your trail when you left France. Five men, his informants told him. Five men were found dead in the forest surrounding the village. The authorities who had reported the crime called it “inhumane”. When Tommy read the case file, his jaw almost dropped at the description of the bodies — these men had not only been murdered, they had been hunted down like animals. While he first doubt the veracity of the reports, today’s events made him realize they were not exaggerated. You were dangerous. As dangerous as unpredictable. And Tommy hated what he could not predict nor control.

“Heaven… killed him?” Arthur asked, thus breaking the silence. He had frozen, turned to an ice statue by Michael’s words. He could not believe it either. How could you, his sweet and holy angel, do such a thing? He swallowed, left utterly speechless and confused.

“She did!” Michael insisted when he saw the doubt on Arthur’s face. Then, he turned to Tommy once again, “I’d be fucking dead if she hadn’t been there. And Charles too.”

Tommy let out a loud sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to kill his dawning headache.

“There was so much blood on her Tommy.”

So much blood, Arthur thought. His mind drifted away from the conversation as he tried to recreate the scene in his head. He imagined you, entering the office bathed in the pale moonlight, crimson ink bringing a frightening touch of color to your snow-white hair and skin. It felt surreal — and exciting.

“I’ve told you she was a fucking curse but no one listened to me. What am I supposed to do for people to fucking listen to me eh? Hear me Arthur?” Tommy’s chilling gaze looked upon his oldest brother.

“You know what? Fuck you, Tom. I’m done.” Arthur’s gruff voice was underlined with an unexpected and astounding calm. He had reached his breaking point, “What are ye gonna do now, eh? Wait, lemme guess. You’re gonna come at me and stand with your bossy demeanor, telling me I need to leave me angel because she’s some kind of psychotic freak to you. Then you’re gonna pat my back and tell me to forget her and that I’ll find a better woman. Maybe buy me a whore. Yes, that sounds like Tommy Shelby.” Arthur shook his head, a sarcastic chuckle coming from his lips, “You tried to make me suspect her, eh. Can't fucking believe it.” He chuckled again, far more nervously this time. “Wanna pull everyone down in your fall, that's what you want. If you can’t be happy no one around you shall be, right?“

“You don’t seem to realize what she did. And she told me to keep an eye on my son. Everyone would have suspected her.” Tommy retorted, blizzard coating his words.

“But she saved him.” Everyone turned to Polly, whose remark caused Thomas Shelby to grit his teeth. The unpleasant truth felt like nails scratching a board. Except the board was his own bones and the nails his Aunt’s words.

“She risked her own life to save your son even though you had insulted her.”

“Polly, I do like her. But I understand Tommy. She killed someone. You get it? This is not a trivial way to resolve a problem.” Ada intervened, her fingers tapping the varnished wood of the table.

“That’s what we always do, Ada. That’s what I did too.” Polly spoke with indisputable sorrow in her voice, “Whether you like it or not this company’s license is written in blood, and its foundations are made with dead bodies. We are all standing on an empire of silent hearts and maimed flesh.” A fresh nightly breeze went through the open window, caressing Polly’s face and making her short curly hair dance in the wind. The power of her soliloquy tamed Ada’s fierce spirit, “Arthur and John have been killing for this family for years. I murdered Campbell. Regarding Michael — Michael put Hughes down. And you, Tommy, when did you lose count of the men you put to sleep?”

“Fucking right.” Arthur mumbled.

Thomas looked at his aunt with a neutral face, the only detail that betrayed him was the spark of interest shining in his piercing blue eyes.

“Think ‘bout it Tommy. She foresaw Charles’ abduction. And when her powers reached her limits, she had not been afraid to dive her own hands in shit to help us. Don’t you think she has proven her loyalty to this family?”

“She isn’t loyal to us, she is to Arthur.” He corrected.

“It makes little to no difference,” Arthur responded, rolling his eyes.

“Alright, then.” Tommy cut them all off, clapping his hands to close the debate. He had heard enough, “Since we all have different opinions about Arthur’s angel — the sarcasm in his voice was undeniable — we’re going to vote. Arthur?”

“A vote? ‘Bout me bloody life decisions? Go to Hell, Tom!” He roared in response, driven crazy by the fact you were all alone at home, aching and terrified, and that he was not here for you, “She’s the woman I’ll marry. The other half of my soul. You can go all fook off if you don’t accept her in the family.”

“Predictable. Ada?”

“I don’t know. She had been quite extreme and Finn is scared of her. “

“Gonna take this for a negative answer along with Finn’s opinion. I already know Esme’s thoughts on the topic so there are three people opposed to her joining this family and one rooting for it. John?”

John remained silent for a while, his sky-blue eyes staring at Tommy with palpable irritation, “How can you all even discuss the topic? She has done more to take care of Arthur than anyone here in this room.” He walked to his oldest brother and put one hand on his shoulder as a sign of support, “I like her, and she deserves a place in this fucking family, even though she'll soon understand she ain't the curse but this family name is.”

“Michael?” Tommy went on, unmoved.

“I did not really care until now. Don’t really trust the girl but she saved me so… “

“I’ll take that as a yes. And Polly?”

“I know I haven’t been easy with her but it was because I could not sense her intentions. I was afraid she would bring evil forces upon us but she has the gift of healing. My grandmother used to have it, you know, and it runs only through the veins of exceptionally gifted witches. She could be useful, you know. We could benefits from her powers. And tonight…” She took a deep breath, “She saved my son.” The way to a mother’s heart often was her children, and Polly Gray was no exception.

“Three against four. Seems like this whole debate is over, Tom. Now I think I’ve been patient enough with your bullshit. Stop wasting my time while my place is beside her.” Arthur took one last look at his family, fury blazing in his eyes, and left the house, making the whole building shake when he slammed the door close.

“Heaven!”

When Arthur stormed into your bedroom, he was welcomed with the sight of your quivering silhouette standing in front of the window and hugging itself. It felt like a stab in his heart as he was reminded that you had to face the latest events all alone. Worst than this, one of the last things he had expressed to you was a slight doubt about your involvement in Charles’ kidnapping. He had not only been absent, he had also been awful, and God knew how ashamed it made him feel.

“Are you okay?” It did not take more than one second for Arthur to rush toward you and cup your face between his large hands, “Fookin’ hell, angel I’m so so sorry!”

You did not reply but instead stared at his guilty blue eyes with an unfathomable expression on your face. Your silence convinced him you were mad at him.

“They told me what happened and — “

Arthur could not finish his sentence, for your small and cold fists grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him in a ferocious kiss. Your lips crashed against his like a rogue wave breaking on the shore and destroying everything in his path.

You pulled away from the kiss, leaving his mouth hanging a few inches from yours.

Arthur, running out of breath, did not move except for his steel blue eyes that looked down at your body. You were wearing nothing but his white shirt adorned with stripes. The garment covered you down your thighs for it was far too large for your tiny being. “Christ,” He whispered to himself, struck by how the vision of you wearing his shirt as only clothes turned him on. His whiskey breath melted with yours, almost intoxicating you in the process as if you had drunk the whole bottle by yourself. But it was not alcohol that was making your head spin, but the instant relief the eldest Shelby gave you by his sole presence. Arthur’s tongue grazed your swollen lips with its tip, desperately hungry for more. He had been waiting to come back to you for countless hours, your face haunting his mind even when he had sent men to Hell in one big explosion. “Kiss me again, please.” He said in a soft but slightly impatient voice. He needed you to kiss him again. He needed to feel you did not hate him for doubting, nor for not having been there to protect you.

But you did not bless him with a second kiss despite the undeniable supplications in his fair eyes and the caress his feverish sighs left on your skin. You stood still, your irises firmly anchored in his for what seemed to be an eternity. Your lips remained sealed but one crystal tear rolled down your cheek.

“Hey. I’m here, love. I'm so sorry for everything you had to do…” Arthur said softly when he noticed you were crying.

No reply came from your tantalizing mouth. You kept staring at him, battling against the flood of emotions that was invading you now that your mind slowly but surely came to realize what happened last night. The blood — there had been so much blood.

“Heaven, talk to me.” He pressed one of his hands on your cheek, the cold silver of his rings alleviating your panic. And then it happened. You snapped out of your torpor all of a sudden and pushed him onto the bed. Arthur’s body fell on the soft mattress, leaving him both speechless and surprised by such unexpected reaction. Eyes wide opened, lips parted, he wondered what would you do such a thing. Did you — reject him?

“I need to forget this awful night.” Your voice was merely a whisper, but the power your words held shook him to his very soul. It was not anger nor resentment that coated your tone but lust. Without shifting your eyes from him, you brought your hands to the large shirt you were wearing and undid the first button, “I have to get it out of my goddamn head.” The way your French accent melted on your words like butter got him all fuzzy and weak.

“You sure, love?” He asked still surprised, taking a deep inhale through his nostrils.

“You have to erase it from my mind.” Your sentence broke up his core.

Arthur bit the flesh of his lower lip in anticipation as he understood what you wanted from him. Somehow, he got it: the blood, the adrenaline, the thrill of the kill… You had to find a way to release the tension. That was what he did with you in the shower last time he bashed someone’s head with his bare fists. Not only he got it, but he was ready to be your cure. His pale irises devoured your silhouette, desire burning within as you started to strip in front of him. You popped the second button with your frail fingers — and he flickered like a candle flame. Arthur’s fists closed on the bedsheet as frustration grew stronger at your languorous movements… And yet, that was the most exquisite form of torture he had ever experienced. He grunted, almost like an animal. If he had genuinely enjoyed the sight of you wearing his shirt, all he wanted now was to tear that bloody thing off you and exposed your naked body for him to see. When you finally popped the last button, a shiver of desire ran down his spine as if someone had just brushed him with the sharp tip of a knife.

The shirt was now open, showcasing more of your appetizing porcelain flesh. With one languid gesture, you let it fall on the floor and disclosed your whole being to Arthur’s starving eyes. The way the pale light of the sun coming through the window’s blinds drew patterns on your silky skin captivated him.

“Oh fuck — love,” His gruff voice said, carried away with a moan. The sensual sight made his whole body react, to the point he was now feeling far too tight in his trousers, and that was getting uncomfortable. Usually, he would not have waited so long for touching you, but today he could not help but admire your wildness. Petrified by a far too eery arousal, Arthur had the impression invisible ropes were wrapped around his body and pinned him to the mattress. He could not move and barely breathe. All he was able to do was to watch you with complete fascination. What stirred such a dizzying and strong effect was not only your angelic beauty, but also the dangerous energy that was radiating off you. This, combined with the few dried blood stains that were still adorning your skin from here and there left him feral. You stepped towards the bed, your hips swinging to the rhythm of your graceful walk. Arthur, hypnotized, swallowed the lump in his throat, his mouth dry and his heart racing in his chest. You hopped on the mattress and straddled him. How could such a tiny creature like you hold so much power? He thought. Hell, he could have broken your frail bones so easily with his own hands but here you were, riding him. You. The sweet angel he had met at church.

But you had a twisted something.

And it made him fall even harder.

A twisted something Linda never had nor understood.

Arthur inhaled sharply and growled, realizing you had literally taken his breath away.

“I want you. ” You said with teary eyes.

“So what are you waiting for, love?” His words managed to reach his mouth despite the awe you instilled in him. As he said so, your hands boldly began to explore his chest. The friction of your palms and his shirt’s fabric against his skin unleashed a wave of warmth within. Arthur shivered and watched you, still enraptured, while he let you take control of him. To hell with Tommy’s doubts and the family’s fear, you could pull his strings he would not mind as long as you belonged to him. After you had opened his shirt and exposed his chest, scattered with millions of freckles you often liked to kiss, your fingers made their way down his boiling skin and left frost in their wake. Another gruff moan — you were giving him fever.

Once you reached his waist, you took his suspenders off and threw them somewhere in the bedroom. Arthur replied to your boldness by grabbing your hips with his large and calloused hands — scarred from murder — and by giving them a bruising squeeze. That simple touch, combined with the feeling of his hard shaft pressing between your legs, sent surges of electricity through your entire being.

“Let your man take care of you, eh,” The gravel in his voice made your cheeks burn. He wiped your golden tears with his thumb— as beautiful as they were, he just hated to see them on your pretty face. Somehow, Arthur was well aware he was a high-maintenance man and he could not thank you enough for everything you were doing for him. How many times Linda had told him he wasn’t worth her help? He wasn’t worth saving? He had lost count after a while, but you never did. Unable to wait any longer for your bodies to unite, he then unbuckled his belt and unzipped his trousers, those noises bringing goosebumps all over your skin, “there, love.” He softly uttered before pulling his pants down just enough to free his erection. You moved your hips in response, guiding his cock between your wet folds without further ado. Welcomed by your wet warmth, he let out a long sigh of pure delight. Nothing could have prepared him to the all-consuming, almost suffocating desire you stirred in him. Sometimes he wondered if you had cast a spell on him, for no other woman had such an irresistible effect upon him. Each time you touched him, even for the simplest and most innocent interaction, desire and love hit him like a bullet.

“Arthur…” You sighed, as he started to roll his hips under you and push against your entrance with the glistening head of his cock. It was too much for him to wait anymore: all he wanted now was to dive into your flesh and conquer the wild territory of your soul. You gritted your teeth, almost hissing with excitation at the hurricane of sensations that was tearing you apart. You could not wait either, because he was the one who could fill the void. That excruciating and gaping void, as painful as a sucking wound, that had first opened a few years ago when you killed these five men. Oh, don’t get it wrong, they deserved it as much as the priest, but it had left you empty since then— so empty it hurt. But Arthur found you one night, and everything changed. You were his savior, but he was your cure.

“Look at me, Heaven. “ He said, his tone candy-coated with tenderness, for you had lowered your gaze ashamed of your tears. You obeyed and dared to look, your aquamarine eyes shining like precious stones. “The first night you saw me killed a man you told me I was pretty with blood all over my face. I could not fookin’ believe it,” He left his sentence hanging and pushed inside you, his thick cock stretching your walls. You moaned, throwing your head back and closing your eyes at the delightful mix of pain and pleasure.

“Arthur!” You whined, a louder lament escaping from your quivering lips, “I— I remember… ” You managed to answer between two sighs. Speaking became a real struggle as he worked you open, causing heat to pool in your abdomen and blood to rush to your pale cheeks. Arthur gave another thrust, and another, until your hips met and every last inch of his cock was buried deep inside you. Fire spread within his soul and yours when you finally made one — like you were meant to be. “Arthur!“ You repeated in a desperate cry, glistening love juice dripping from your pussy as he started with a quick pace from the get-go. You took a sudden deep breath and opened your eyes wide as if you had suddenly come back to life — because that was the kind of effect he had on you: he made you feel alive. With each push and pull of his cock, he fogged your mind and let you forget all the bad memories.

“F-Fuck!“ Sucking in a sharp breath, he shattered at the way you chanted his name. Head spinning, heart drumming, Arthur could not help but enjoy your beauty — How magnificent you were with your back arching and blissed out. “Well, I see you right now, and lemme tell you…” He panted, forced to make short pauses between his words to let out hoarse growls of pleasure, “You don’t look pretty,” He straightened back up to sit on the edge of the bed and wrapped your waist with his long arms while his hips kept fucking you in a rough pace. The corner of his lips curled in a fierce grin now that he could watch the emotions on your face from far closer, “You look divine with blood stains all over you and my dick deep inside that tight holy pussy of yours.” His words, carried by the gravel of his voice, chased away the sorrow and brought a smile to your swollen lips. As a reply, you kissed him with hunger. Dancing tongues left him breathless, “And now I’m gonna fuck away the pain and fill you with something else than sadness…” He whispered against your mouth before abandoning it only to lay a myriad of enamored kisses on your throat. The way his mustache tickled your skin only strengthened the coiling tension that had formed a knot in your stomach. “Tonight, I’m the one who saves you, angel.”

His thrusts grew faster and rougher as he spoke. To the point you were now bouncing on his lap, the sound of snapping flesh echoing in the whole bedroom alongside your erratic breath, his hoarse moans, and your enchanting cries of pleasure. You felt full and he did his best to keep you so. In fact, he barely pulled his hips back — rather wanting to remain as deep as he could in your oh-so tight pussy, “You’re a good girl, yes you are. The prettiest little murderous thing ever created eh. The fookin’ perfection …” He purred in your neck, and each of his praises made your very soul quiver. His pace soon became frenzied, for he could barely contain himself at the delightful feeling of your fragile walls pulsing all around his cock and the way you almost growled like an animal when he left small bites on your skin. Pleasure was escalating, rattling your bones so violently your nails dug into the freckled skin of his back. Little crimson drops of blood beaded from the kitten scratches your nails left in their wake. The pleasant pain caused him to give you one meaner thrust in response along with a snarl — Fuck, he liked it. His cock twitched inside you, feeling climax building. Clenching his jaws, Arthur reopened his eyes he had closed a few seconds, backed up a little bit from your neck, and stared at you. Yes, he wanted to watch you. His steel blue eyes burnt with a gleam of madness and blazing love, “You’re so fookin’ beautiful eh. Me little angel. Me future wife.” The spectacle of you bouncing on his lap, covered with a thin layer of sweat glistening on your porcelain skin, and your wild ivory mane all messed up was the most magnificent view he had ever seen. Arthur dived one last time inside of you, all the muscles of his body tensing, and he fell apart. He spilled himself in your pussy with a long raspy moan, his half-closed eyes staring at you during his whole orgasm.

“Please don’t stop, don’t stop!” You yelled.

“Such a hungry little angel, eh. Yell louder.” He teased, still high from his little death. His hips jerked, and he released another rope of thick cum, “Come for your Arthur.”

The sensation of his warm semen filling you was the end of you. Your pleasure finally reached its peak as well. Your thighs trembled on either side of Arthur as his hips slowly roll to accompany your climax. Almost blacking out because of the intensity of your orgasm, you let out one final scream and collapsed in his arms, your body limp. Arthur’s hands gently stroked your back. You hugged him tighter in reply, your breasts crushed against his chest, and stars still dancing behind your eyelids. Locked up in a tight embrace, you were both catching your breath and savoring this moment of pure tenderness. How long did you stay here, firmly gripping each other, sweaty and panting, as if your life depended on it? None of you could tell, for you had both lost the notion of time. After a while, Arthur’s back fell on the mattress again and he pulled you with him. You put your head on his chest, closed your eyes, and smiled.

“Feels better, love?” He inquired, concerned about your well-being. His long fingers grazed your back in a lovely caress. Despite you having both come, Arthur stayed deep inside you for he just loved the sensation of your two bodies making one in the most intimate way possible.

“Definitely… “ You sighed in relief, lulled by his presence under, around, and inside you.

“You know, “ He started, “Maybe you would feel even better if you talked to me about that troubled past of yours. We’ve been together for a while so you know I won’t judge, eh.”

You crossed your arms on his chest and raised your head a little to plunge your eyes into his, “Nosey little gangster.”

“Little? Fook me, yer the little one here.” He teased, one brow raised, “You tiny brat.”

You stuck your tongue out as a reply, which made him laugh. Yeah, you were definitely the brattiest angel God ever created.

“I’ll let you keep my shirt if ya tell me. Sounds like a deal, eh?”

“Deal. You’ve won.” You replied, "I like your shirt too much to say no," Truth be told, what motivated you was not really the shirt itself but the fact you were done bearing the weight of your past all alone. In addition, Arthur had always been completely sincere with you from the day you met. He had been true about his demons, his fear, his flaws. About everything. You definitely owed him the truth, “ Alright… I was living a happy little life in the French Alps when Hughes came.” Your smile vanished from your face at the simple mention of his name, as if you had bitten into a pill of cyanide, “He replaced the town’s priest for a few months. We thought it wouldn’t make much difference but we were wrong. No one saw it coming you know? His words were so smooth that almost everyone was hanging onto his sermons. He was the one who spread the rumors witches were hidden among us. And weeks after weeks, the whole town slipped into insanity. Superstition and fear drove them all to accuse friends, family, or neighbors of concerting with the Devil.” You paused and swallowed the lump in your throat.

Arthur gently slipped one of your ivory strands of hair behind your ear, listening to you carefully.

“Five men came into our home one night, and they assaulted my mom, my dad, and my little sister who was sleeping in their bed. It’s true my mom was a witch, but she used her power to heal the ill and the wounded. No one knew the extent of her abilities, they just believed she was a brilliant herbalist… I was in my own bedroom when it happened so the noise woke me up. I wanted to help them but what could a thirteen years old girl could do against all those strong men?” You bit your lip.

“Take your time, love.” Arthur’s fingers lose themselves in your hair in a tender sign of affection and support.

“I escaped by my bedroom’s windows and hid in a bush. They were looking for me, calling me awful names and… Laughing. Yeah, they laughed as if they were having a fucking hunting party, except I was the bloody prey.” You clenched your jaw and frowned, hatred burning in your sanctified eyes, “They took my family away. I followed them discreetly, in hopes of helping them to escape. But I couldn't.” Fighting against your tears, you buried your face in Arthur’s neck. His arms tightened around your frail body in response. He wanted you to know he was there, “They’ve hung my dad. And they sent many women including, my mom and my sister, to the pyre. She was eight. She was just a fucking kid, Arthur.”

“Bloody hell…” Words were at loss at such awful revelations. He hugged you tighter in a reflex, his instincts wanting to protect that poor frightened little girl who was still crying somewhere in your mind. The little girl who never had a chance to heal.

“I still hear her screams at night. So full of agony that it was hard to believe they came from a human being. Her screams haunt me, along with villagers' chants around the bonfires,"

"Their chants?"

"Burn witch, burn witch, burn." You whispered, shaking like a leaf.

“How did you manage to escape?” His gruff and comforting voice asked. You snuggled a bit more in his arms in response.

“I knew the woods by heart. I walked for days to the village that was at the foot of the mountains and knocked on the first door I saw. An old woman used to live there. She took care of me. But as I grew up, I could not heal from that terrifying night. My mind kept replaying the screams, the laughter, and the chants, to the point it almost drove me crazy. I had to do something to soothe the anger that was burning within. So I waited and waited until the time to avenge my family came. I tracked down the five men that broke into our house and took my family. I hunted them like animals for weeks, instilling fear in them, as they did when they were looking for me. And when they finally died, I left France and tried to build a new life here, in Birmingham. Regarding the rest of the story, I think you already know it. I fell for a gangster and here I am. In your arms.”

“Which is exactly where you belong” He corrected. One of Arthur's hand grabbed your chin and gently forced you to look at him, “I am so sorry, love. So fookin’ sorry. But don’t feel bad for the men you killed… They deserved it — just like Hughes and his colleague. An eye of an eye,” His lips kissed your head with indescribable sweetness, “I’ll never let anyone hurt you again eh. God forgive but I’ll make this city fucking bleed if someone dares to lay a finger upon you ever again,” His other hand stroke the curve of your hips, “I know no one will replace nor bring back your family. But… You have me,” He said awkwardly. As he did, he very lightly rolled his hips under you, causing you to sigh with pleasure for you had kept him warm and loved between your legs during the whole conversation. “You have me for-fucking-ever. And I’ll do my best to heal the pain and save you from your demons.”

You smiled at him, utterly touched by what he had just said. His promise was like a soothing balm on the gaping wound of your heart, “Am I not the one supposed to save you? ”

“We save each other, love.” He whispered, his lips collapsing with yours in a kiss filled with unspoken promises and undying love.

“I love you.” You mumbled between two eager kisses, barely finishing your sentence when Arthur’s lips captured yours again.

“Not as much as I do, love” He mumbled against the corner of your mouth, his mustache grazing your cheek when he did, because he refused to stop devouring your lips even for one second. The whisky taste of his tongue intoxicated you, making you so dizzy you did not understand how he flipped you on your back. Nor how you ended up gently pinned to the bed, the weight of his body on top of you. But it did not matter. All that mattered was the moment. The soft moans and sloppy kisses. The creaking bed and the endless sighs. You made love again— but this time it was more slow and sensual than earlier.

And late at night, when you finally fell asleep in his loving arms, you did not hear the screams anymore. Nor the evil laughter lurking in the shadows. Quite the contrary, you dozed off with a smile on your face and shooting stars filling your head, lulled by the soothing rhythm of Arthur’s heartbeat. His fire was the only one you would let consume you skin to bones.

He was the gasoline.

You were the match.

And if you both burnt,

The whole world would burn with you.

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✞ Normally, each chapter of this series can be read as stand-alone but not this one. It's far more enjoyable if you have read at least the previous chapter.

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[targwh0re]

Thoughts of Teen Wolf the Movie while watching it pt.3

Coach!😃

Derek still sneaking around corners and just randomly appearing 😂 "🎶I always feel like somebody's watching me🎶"

Feel like Derek could scare Eli himself...give him that s1 Derek stare "I'm not afraid of you" 😠 "okay maybe I am afraid of you"

Eli is so me, clumsy af😭

Derek "😠" Hale

Malia! you can't just cut people open🤦‍♀️

Make the plan. Execute the plan. Expect the plan to go wrong...throw away the plan

Man Allison pulled a Derek 🏃‍♀️💨

Allison's tweaking dudes

Why the hospital lockers look like the ones at high school? Would've been coll if that was one of Nogi's illusions to manipulate her

She's very confused and is supposed to be very dead

Split up!?! One of the biggest rules in horror movies is to never split up

Cause a ball cap is such a good disguise 🧢👍

I got her 👊💥🤛💥🤜💥 I don't got her

"Fuck me man" me whenever my alarm wakes me up for school😭

Allison is karate kid 👍

"Scott Who?" ...oop

"Where's the alpha, I have to find the alpha." "What do you want with Derek Hale?" "No, not Hale. McCall. Scott McCall." Vibes. Oh no, now Braedon flashbacks for me😢

Where is Braedon?! She's supposed to be Eli's badass step-mama

Damn to be honest, I wouldn't have taken that. Woulda thrown them scissors back at that zombie bitch ✂️🧟‍♀️

Poor Argent, imagine the pain of seeing your daughter again after 11 years of her being dead and she runs away

Move, bitch! We know she's back, now let us go catch her🙄

But...isn't it your job to hear about the crimes...sheriff?

oh never mind😂

How didn't he know he was a kitsune? Wouldn't weird shit start happening to him like it did Kira? C'mon you can't tell me this man ain't never got his picture taken w/ the flash on before

Could've made him Hikari's family in some way to add some emotional depth for her and give her more ties to the pack

Or he could've been a host for Nogi like his dad I think? If his brother was that one dude wouldn't that make his dad the man who was possessed by Nogi during Chris's first gun deal?

"I don't want to kill you" oh really?👀

🎶I wish that I could wake up with amnesia🎶

So the hunter thingy place is still here but Monroe's peeps are gone🤨

"who are you🏹" "a friend👹" yea okay Pennywise🤚

Nogitsune: "time to hunt" Pennywise:"time to float" I rest my case

No i would not trust my mother who's a psychotic bitch, especially when she looking at me like I just took the last shrimp fried egg roll that she wanted to save for later😑

bitch so was you 30 minutes ago ⚰

Hey don't talk about my smexy dilf werewolf man Derek like that

Oop, that light was a paid actor

Omg I love Jackson 😂 I never thought I'd say that😶

hahaha Derek holding Eli like a baby

"Yes you did, I saw it🥺"

Man Derek such a good dad, got me all up I my feels

I wonder how Talia was as a parent, especially with Derek since he had such trouble learning control 🤔

Man, Allison honestly fuck you. You had to ruin a good father-son moment by trying to take off Eli's head smh I could never. Stay unproblematic people💅

Not the Chinese ring daggers

Honestly flashbacks to the supply closet when Allison told Isaac that. Hey, wait a minute...no one thought to tell Isaac that his late girlfriend is back (bc they were still together when she died)

"Allison?" No bitch it's Katniss🙄

Hey foul play! You shot my man's while his back was turned!! Now you turn around allison, it's my turn! Imma pull a Peter...Peter where u at, she attacking your fav nephew, Kate her ass

Yayy Liam

dude Hikari that was fire 🔥 (no pun intended 🤣; I'm so sorry guys)

Awww he don't even care if he's hurting himself worse, he just cares about his son🥺

Shut up, Scott! Let the man talk!

Damn Scott, couldn't even take my man's pain?

Everyone but Stiles, Isaac, Theo, Kira, Cora, Corey, Hayden, and Braeden... *clears my throat and looks directly at the camera*

The oni really said, "Suprise shawty!"

I knew I should've retired 🤣🤣

Awww first thing he said was his son's name

if this was a short series we totally should've got a scene of Eli, similar to the scene where Scott Howard first transforms in the og teen wolf movie, and then he just passes out. It would've been so funny😭

I'm sorry but the song that popped in my head when that oni floated down was 🎶I'm spinning like a ballerina🎶

Why's mason's gun sound like its popping popcorn

Sheriff Stilinski said, I can be a ninja toooo

Peter's entrance is iconic and so him, such a western-soap opra villain😂

Deaton and Chris:🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️

oh c'mon Peter, I thought we were past the whole throat slashing thing😬

How does Peter always know everything 🤔

Also I want to see Eli and Peter bonding, feel like they should have a relationship ay peast similar to when Derek and Peter were younger (hell I just want to see young Derek and Peter again, give me a Hale prequel)

Peter: "Is it me? Am I the drama?"

Ofc they have a plan Scott 🙄 not everyone just makes it up as they go and pretends that hunters aren't dangerous (that's always pissed me off about Scott, not everyone is redeemable)

Allison Argent that is a child

There's gonna be an explosion

There was an explosion

Jackson worried about his tail, please bye💀🤚

Would've been better if it was actually an illusion and not really Allison

You better hobble a little faster Eli

Oh, you can't hobbled fast but ur ass can climb

Me personally, I woulda stayed in that car

"Allison stop" bc that'll work🙄

Damn Scott pulled a Satomi, nice. Why he look confused though, you forget you have supernatural reflexes my guy?🤨

lmao not him trying negotiate as she shoots arrows at them

oh but what if I'm not a werewolf? Really Eli HALE?!

Pretty eyes though 😁

Run, Forest, run

"She's tryna get an arrow through you" Omg Eli is meee like fr Scott listen to the kid

"You faint at the sight of blood?!" "No, but I might at the sight of a chopped of arm!"

You think?!

Scott flashbacks, Eli's future partner is in that car "omg we almost hit someone" jk it's Sheriff Stilinski

Peter has a right to be filled with such anger, legit family was burned alove infront of him and was in a coma for 6 years, I would've been forever angry too bc that's not just something you get over

"Allison stOoOoOp" bc that worked so well last time

also backtrack to Chris saying that Allison wouldn't kill a 15 year old, what about Boyd and Erica? Legit grl went psycho in season 2 and I don't want to here and "Well Gerard..." She still did it

"sure lets talk" 🗡🗡🏃‍♀️💨 we have very different definitions of talking

Eli and Derek are the best part of this movie🥺

Hikari said, "I got one of those too mfs"🗡

Flashbacks to when Hayden got taken by the ghost riders 😭

Meanwhile in the Hale house:

Pt. 3- 5

[viatagrinner]

Silvio Ricci.

Chapter 17

MC is embarrassed. But Silvio doesn't care. He is drunk.

The girl tries to kick him out and says she wants to go to bed.

But the prince doesn't want to leave.

Silvio: I'm sure it will be a lot of fun to wake up here in the morning.

But Rio can see!

And at that moment... Footsteps approach her room.

The girl grabs the tyrant by the arm and shoves him into the closet.

Silvio: What? Hey!...

He's not happy, but who's listening. The door swung open; it was Rio.

MC: R-r-rio!...What's wrong?

Rio said that the king from Benitoite was coming early. After that, Rio left.

A disgruntled grumbling could be heard from the closet. The blushing tyrant was set free by the girl.

He immediately showed his temper.

Silvio: I don't need excuses. I'll never forget that you locked me in the closet.

They talked a little about Silvio's father.

Silvio: Anyway, don't let your guard down!

Silvio: .........No, it's none of my business what happens to you.

_________________________________________

Rio came to get the girl in the room. He didn't look well.

Rio: Oh, you're just an angel for worrying about me...

_________________________________________

Rio on the separation from his father:

MC: ...You finally get to meet your father. It's been three years, hasn't it?

Rio: Yeah, but. I don't have a particularly deep feeling.

There is a knock at the door. Sariel's servant comes and calls Rio and MC into the chapel. There they have to choose a king, without anyone noticing.

The heroine is surprised, she has not seen this servant, but he knows the true reason for her arrival at the palace.

In addition, she feels at ease next to Rio.

Like two fools they bought the deception 😐🤦‍♀️. They went to the church. Naturally, they were deceived.

Silvio told MC to be careful. Sariel warned her. The heroine herself knows the importance of her role and she is no fool. But...

Rio tries to hide the heroine. But... He is grabbed, beaten and loses consciousness. MC is offered a carriage.

And that's when she realizes...

(I'm sure it was a lie that Mr. Sariel was calling.)

눈_눈 Seriously?...

╮°-°)╮┳━━┳ (╯°益°)╯彡┻━┻

At the same time... Throne Room.

The eight princes, Sariel, a couple of others, and Silvio meet the King of Benitoite.

An exchange of courtesies.

The deceased king of Rhodolite has left a letter. And now King of Binitoite doubts that his ally is dead.

The purpose of the visit: to see his missing son.

Suddenly a knight burst into the throne room, but Chevalier immediately turned him back. It is clear to the Rhodolites princes, Sariel and Silvio that trouble has occurred.

Chevalier tells the king to rest from the road.

Silvio: ...No way!

Silvio, without listening to Chevalier, runs out of the hall.

The King of Benitoite: Forgive my foolish son... But I thank you for your country.

The king wants to see his son sooner.

Chevalier: It might take a little longer... time.

Silvio's Masterlist

[valkyrieandstrangeridingaragorn]

"In fact, [CACW] actually ends up being quite hypocritical. For all its concern about civilians, the film does not seem to care if actual Avengers perish. Despite the fact that he literally died saving a civilian, Pietro is completely ignored. And the effect his death had on everyone else is entirely forgotten too. Steve was clearly upset, as every death hits him hard. Clint was also heartbroken, as he had been beginning to bond with Pietro; his grief was clear from the time Pietro was shot to the time he laid down next to Pietro’s body on the lifeboat. And then there is Wanda. When Pietro died her anguish was so intense that it caused her to release a powerful wave of magic: and she was so devastated by his loss that she made no attempt to save herself from Sokovia’s destruction, even though it was well within her capabilities. The only reason she ended up surviving was because Vision went back for her. But according to the film, all the Avengers did in Sokovia was merrily kick ass, and they had no clue anybody died until Tony was gracious enough to inform them."

I couldn't agree more with all that 👌

The meeting of the Avengers in the compound makes no freaking sense unless it was written by someone on Team Stark who thinks no one can ever call him out on his bullshit.

This whole ordeal in AoU was huge for Wanda: they were at her home, she was terrified and still chose to help the Avengers as she witnessed the destruction of her nation and to top it off she lost her brother in the end - at that point she has no parents, no brother, not even a home left anymore.

So when Stark says that line about "kicking ass", how is it even remotely reasonable that she wouldn't say anything about that? "Kicking ass? My home was destroyed and my brother died because you couldn't be arsed to tell the team about Ultron" - something like that (it's not perfect but I'm not a writer). It's not believable that she would only be worried about her own life, especially when the aftermath of that battle was shown in WandaVision and she was completely devastated:

So to have Stark all of a sudden care oh so much for the death of a kid (American, of course) while not giving Pietro a single thought? That would have set her off, I'm sure of it.

The only nod to what happened to the people of Sokovia came when Ross showed footage of the battle and Steve saw Wanda distraught and told Ross to stop the tape:

Steve and Vision care (we know Clint does too given that he named his own son after him), but what about the others?

Stark's stance on the Accords is quite simple (and yes, I do blame Marvel for this and their inability to address them ideologically): he feels guilty and he needs someone to blame for his actions. His character stopped growing in AoU so cool, let's go with that. But the main issue in CW (and subsequent movies) is that no one is ever allowed to call him out, not even those who would have every right to do so, like Wanda.

Judging by this early in the movie 👇

(Look at Steve in big bro mode, I love this scene so much 😍🥰)

They're both shown to care so much about what happened in Lagos and he gives her that speech about them not being able to save "everybody" that I think was meant to also refer to Pietro in Sokovia, but except for this scene there's nothing else. No acknowledgement of Wanda's plight, nothing (until WandaVision).

And MoM doesn't even mention Pietro's name at all, not even Vision's! 🤔🤦‍♀️

[juminsmysticmc]

Hiii!! I loved your new one shot of jumin with drunk mc and it's fab like all your other works. I had been looking for something like this and yours just came up to be so great! Could you do something with this plot again like when Jumin gets drunk after an argument and poor zen drops him off. And mc "had to" bathe him (a bit nsfw pls cat mom is hot i cant resist-) but keeps on rattling how he loves mc and telling mc to back off cuz he is too drunk to even recognize his wife 🤦‍♀️.

Mc x drunk Jumin who gets bathed by her

Hello! Thank you very much for liking the story! It really made me feel happy that you liked it a lot! here you are and just for you to know - I love your idea and request, I never thought of it! Thank you a lot! Hope you will also enjoy this version! Please make sure to tell me what you think of it!

,,I don’t get it,’’ you mumbled and crossed your legs. Even those movements seemed wonderful. They were just as ladylike as you were in Jumin’s eyes. And if the both of you wouldn’t have an argument, Jumin would for sure tell you just how beautiful you were in his eyes. Well, if he would tell you now, would it change your mood? Surely not.

,,I thought the two of us were married,’’ you told him and looked into his eyes. As if someone stabbed the young CEO, your words hit his heart and suddenly he looked just sad over at the couch where you were sitting.

,,Mc, my love, my wife, we are married,’’ he sighed and took a step towards you. You quickly put your hand up to stop him and shook your head as you looked away.

,,Don’t come near me, Jumin. I’m very sad and disappointed. Actually, I’m angry. I… I don’t feel as if we are in a marriage…’’ you whispered.

,,You…you always make the decisions on your own. You never ask me. And I could forgive you all this time because I knew that you just wanted the best for me, but Jumin, not this time. I won’t let you decide for me again,’’ you said and finally looked over to him again. Jumin looked so sad as you said these words. You could see that he was nervous. Nervous about the words you were telling him, your future actions, even your thoughts. Jumin feared that you would take your things and leave him alone forever. Even worse, Jumin feared that you would take the children with you and never let them see him again. What if they would come to hate him? He just thought of their well-being when he decided to tutor them at home. He just thought of your mental health when he decided that a nanny would take care of his son and his daughter. However, you were angrier than he thought…

,,Mc, my love, I thought this could… I was only thinking of you,“ he honestly confessed. You wheezed. You suddenly jumped up and hit your hand firmly on the table. That's the problem. You only think but never think of talking to me! Jumin, who are you to make your own decisions about our children? Our son is already scared to talk to other people! If we tutor him at home, what do you think will happen? He will never find any friends!’’ you hissed. Jumin began to bite his lip.

,,What do you think your daughter will learn at home about the world when she is always supposed to stay at home? And why should a nanny come over if I gave up my freaking job just to take care of my family?! Jumin, communication is the key! If you can’t understand that…’’ Jumin couldn’t hear the end of your sentence. But before the young man could even speak up, someone totally different called you.

,,Mommy?’’ the girl whimpered, coming from behind the door, her long pajamas dragging on the floor as it was a bit too long. In her left hand was the beige teddy bear she got from Jumin after she was born while her right hand was rubbing her eye.

,,Baby, don’t rub your eyes so strongly,’’ you softly said, immediately approaching her while Jumin watched. You took your girl in your arms and supported her body on your hip as you stroked her cheek. The girl rested her head on your shoulder and started yawning.

,,Why are you still up?’’ you asked her, slowly moving around. Your attention was now totally on your daughter while Jumin just watched. It wasn’t the fact that you turned around and tried to take care of your daughter, it was the opposite. He loved to see you as a caring mother and it was the fact that his daughter didn’t even think of coming to him. The first one she called was her mother, not him. It was something that hit him harder than anything else. Maybe, just maybe, Jumin wanted to have a nanny so that that time the two of you spent together with your children would be equal? Jumin wasn’t sure anymore. Jumin was totally confused about his own actions, but quickly came back to reality when he saw your eyes on him.

,,I will put her back to bed. We are not finished yet though,’’ you said and walked off. The door closed behind him and he was suddenly all alone. He knew that you wanted to keep talking to him, but suddenly Jumin Han felt that perhaps it would be best if he would go out for a while, just to quickly clear his head. And so, Jumin decided to get comfortable on the chair in his garden as he opened the chatroom. Zen was in there with him and both men began to chat about what they could do to get their heads free. To Jumin’s surprise, Zen wasn’t that aggressive towards him.

,,Maybe you should go out and drink something,’’ Zen said and suddenly a good whiskey seemed like a really good idea to Jumin. Seeing that you still weren’t back, Jumin took his wallet and called Driver Kim who gladly brought him to the nearest bar before driving home to end his shift. The back haired man ordered one whiskey after the other cubes of ice were slowly melting in the brown liquid in front of him. Whenever Jumin took the whiskey in one shot, the man in front of him seemed to refill his glass constantly. Supporting his arms on the counter, Jumin began to think about the past years. When did he become so weak? Wasn’t he the first one who liked to speak clearly about actions before he took them? Why did he suddenly change so much? And the more Jumin thought about his mistakes, the more he drank until he couldn’t even lift up his head from the cold counter.

,,Man, get the fuck up,’’ someone hissed. Jumin slowly tried to open his eyes as they constantly flickered.

,,Jumin Han, get the fuck up or else your wife will come here and pull your fucking dick out of this place,’’ Zen hissed louder, making some other guests chuckle at Zen’s choice of words.

,,Who are you and why are you taalking about my wiffeeee?’’ Jumin moaned.

,,I’m the last idiot who called after Mc panicked in the chatroom. After you fell asleep here, someone decided to take your phone and call the last contact. Unfortunately, that was me,’’ Zen said, finally managing to get the drunk man on his feet before he bowed to the bar owner. It took more than half an hour to finally get Jumin back in his penthouse. All the lights were on as you nervously expected the arrival of your husband. Although you didn’t really think he would come home that drunk as he was someone who could typically hold his liquor.

,,Thank you Zen,’’ you sighed as you supported Jumin, turning your head immediately to the opposite side.

,,Do you need me to bring him to bed for you?’’ Zen asked you, making you laugh loudly. You had no plans of letting this man sleep in your bed. ,,He smells terrible. No way. I will first bathe him somehow, but thanks,’’ you said and with that you tried your best to drag Jumin towards the bathtub.

,,Young lady, I am married….’’ he hissed when you tried to open his tie, rolling your eyes.

,,Younggg lady noo. I love my wife,’’ Jumin groaned louder when you finally managed to get rid of the once white shirt. You observed your husband’s chest as you softly stroked his skin. Jumin moaned at the sudden touch, making you back off.

,,Please, don’t do it… I love my wife,’’ he said louder and looked at you.

,,I am your wife,’’ you said firmly and came closer to him. You quickly kissed his lips, your eyes observing his face. However, he seemed to not recognize you.

,,You are not my wifeeee. Mc is much more beautifull. She looks like an angel. An angel which came directly from the sky just to dazzle me with her smile… My wife is the best mother… you know?’’ he drunkenly asked you, making you chuckle and take off his pants.

,,She always knows what her children need and knows how to react to their needs. Not like me… know, I would never, NEVER!’’ he suddenly hissed, making you shriek for a second ,,be just as good as her… and today I even made a mistake because of my stupid jealousy towards my children, hahah!’’ he laughed, making you stop what you were doing.

,,I… I did so many things wrong… what if she takes the children away? What if she starts to hate me? I’m not a good father, you know? But how… How should I react?’’ Jumin asked you and suddenly fell asleep. You were still kneeling down in front of him when you noticed that earlier you just kept rambling about how you felt about his actions, but actually never cared to ask him if he had a reason for his actions. Your eyes were still on his face when you began to stroke the face of your husband. He looked so pale and… sad. Jumin was bearing a lot of things. He was trying to acquire the world for you and you knew it. You also knew that this time it was you who had to help him…

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14.01.2022 // 21:58 MEST

[abimess]

DUUUDE your writing is phenomenal!!! I loooved the lady next door! I was hoping that when you have spare time you could do something similar?? One were Wanda is still a mother of the twins and is a family friend or your friends aunt?? With a loooooot of angst and maybe more if you're comfortable?! I just love the back and forth you can do between 2 stubborn characters! Keep doing you!

Not me taking another request and turning it into a series 🤦‍♀️ I’m not complaining though, I loved writing it and I hope you like it as well. ❤️

Good reading!      

The high price of love - Part 1

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Masterlist | Library Blog

Summary: Loving and desiring someone are the best things a human can possibly do. But what happens when you feel these things for a woman much older than you?

Word count:  3.609  ||  3.609

Warnings: fluff; angst; milf; smut (+18 only!)

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You enter the house in the clumsiest way possible. Backpack falling to one side, books to the other side and envelopes of mail between your teeth as you try to lock the door without letting anything fall out.

"Auntie, I'm home!" You shout as best you can, but your voice is muffled by your teeth clenched against the paper. When you finally manage to close the door, you arrange your backpack on your shoulder and take the envelopes out of your mouth, resting them on top of the books in your hand afterwards.

You frown when you hear no answer and start looking for your aunt. "Nat?" you ask as you enter the kitchen, but the presence of a woman you don't know surprises you.

She looks at you with tender green eyes and you feel your stomach turn slightly. "Hi, you must be (Y/n)." The woman says with a warm smile as she approaches you with her hand outstretched.

It's too much information. The husky voice that invades your ears and sends shivers throughout your body. The most beautiful and illuminating smile you have ever seen. The way she walks, that is both shy and confident at the same time. It's too much information and your brain is too busy processing all the details of the woman in front of you to think of a decent presentation.

"Y-yeah, that’s, uh, that’s me." You say stuttering and with a silly smile on your face as you shake her hand. She laughs softly at your embarrassment and your mouth goes dry when you feel how soft her hand is.

"(Y/n), you’re home!" Your aunt's voice startles you and you quickly turn away from the unknown woman, as if shaking her hand is the most inappropriate thing you could do.

Nat hugs you with a warm smile on her face and then moves her hand toward the other woman. "(Y/n/n), this is Wanda." She introduces and Wanda waves her hand saying a soft "hi" with a low chuckle and you feel your stomach do somersaults. It's not fair how beautiful this woman is.

"It's nice to meet you, Wanda." You say with a friendly smile, trying to pull yourself together and Wanda smiles again, you notice a glint cross her eyes for a brief second but you can't really identify what it means.

Nat guides you to the kitchen table and you soon start talking. You find out that Nat and Wanda were close friends in college but have lost touch with each other over time. But today they met at the supermarket and Nat invited her to have coffee at your place.

You also find out that Wanda has two ten-year-old twin sons, Billy and Tommy, and you rebuke yourself for the slight joy you feel when she mentions that she’s not married.

Wanda asks about you and you tell her that you’re currently taking the sixth semester of the chemistry course at NYU and that you’re a monitor at the municipal school a few blocks away. Wanda seems very interested in you and in what you say, and you can't help the chill in your stomach you feel every time your eyes meet hers.

The three of you talk some more and you try to disguise the number of times your eyes unconsciously search for Wanda. She, probably because she notices you looking at her, also looks at you constantly and you feel your cheeks blushing every time.

A few hours go by until Wanda gets up, saying she has to pick up her children at her ex-husband's house, and you say goodbye. Wanda hugs you and you feel your body melt with the warmth of her body against yours and the sweet smell of her perfume.

For God's sake, (Y/n), get a hold of yourself! You think as you watch your aunt guide Wanda to the front door. When Nat joins you again, you feel that you’ve pulled yourself together.

You talk a little about how each other's day went, but soon you say you have to go upstairs to work on some assignments for college. You go to your room, but all you do all night is think about Wanda.

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It has been a few days since you first and last saw Wanda and it would be a big lie to say that you haven't been thinking about her the whole time since then.

Her warm smile, her big green attentive eyes, the curves of her body. Every detail of Wanda seemed to be intensely impregnated into you.

But for the time being everything was fine, you were managing to control yourself. Until you saw her again.

It’s Friday, and you were willing to drown the fatigue that the university and the work had given you this week with all the junk food you could find at the market.  

You half-heartedly throw a bunch of snacks, sodas, and candy into your basket, when a sweet voice calls your name from behind you. The voice you have been dreaming of all these days.

"(Y/n)?" You turn in the direction of the voice and see Wanda looking at you with a surprised expression and a smile on her face. "Wanda, hi!" You say, giving her a quick hug and trying to ignore the way your legs shake a little.

You stare at each other for a while, both of you with smiles on your faces and not knowing what to say. You shake your hand anxiously, trying to think of something to say, but Wanda speaks first.

"Some interesting stuff there, huh?" she says amused and slightly judgmental, pointing to your shopping basket full of junk food. You look at it too and laugh, running your hand over the back of your head nervously.

"Yeah, just my attempt to die as soon as possible." You joke, but immediately regret it thinking she will take it seriously. But to your surprise, Wanda laughs, shaking her head, and you feel your heart beat a little faster.

"Are you going to feed a rabbit?" You ask, pointing to her basket full of greens and vegetables and she chuckles lightly, agreeing. "Two, actually."

You make small talk for a while, but soon Wanda says she needs to leave and you nod without much enthusiasm, already missing her presence. Before leaving, Wanda points to your basket one more time.

"You should feed yourself better, (Y/n), I wouldn't want you to die early." She says with a slight smirk before she leaves and you feel your heart skip a beat, watching her walk away with a silly grin on your face.

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It’s Saturday night, and like the good antisocial that you are, you’re lying on the couch in the living room watching one of your favorite movies.

Under normal circumstances, Nat would be with you and you would do a marathon of a series together. But she had to travel for work this weekend, leaving you in the lurch.

Not that you minded, really, you enjoyed being alone and doing your own stuff without anyone bothering you. Even if 'doing your own stuff’ means doing absolutely nothing.

You were absent-mindedly playing with a loose thread on one of the pillows when you heard a knock on the door. With a frown of confusion, you get up and walk towards the front door. You open it and almost choke when you see who is on the other side.

"Wanda?" Your voice comes out in a mixture of surprise and enjoyment, and Wanda smiles half-heartedly. "Hi, (Y/n). Is Nat home?" She asks and you shake your head.

"No, she traveled. She won't be back until Monday morning." You explain and Wanda nods slowly and you notice that she has a sad, and even kind of distressed, expression on her face. "Are you okay? Do you want to talk?" You ask and immediately clench your jaw thinking you have crossed the line.

She looks at you, her eyes a little widen and sighing thoughtfully, as if she doesn't know the answer to that question. Or if she doesn’t know whether she should tell you or not.

“I don't wanna bother you." She answers finally, spinning the rings on her fingers nervously. You shake your head dismissively. "Not at all. Please come in." You say, stepping to the side for her to enter and she does, smiling appreciatively as she passes you.

"Do you want anything?" You ask as you walk to the kitchen. "Water is fine." She says and you nod, grabbing two glasses of water afterwards.

You walk over to her and offer one of the glasses. Wanda smiles gratefully, taking the glass from your hand and you feel your fingers tingling where she touched them.

Trying to ignore the conflicting feelings the redhead makes you feel, you signal to the couch in the living room and guide her there. You sit first and don't mind when Wanda sits close enough for your knees to touch.  

You watch as she takes a long sip of water and then rests the glass on the coffee table. When she finally looks up at you, you give her a warm smile. You raise your eyebrows, encouraging her to speak but not wanting to force her to.

She looks conflicted as she looks at you and soon she runs her hands down her face, sighing tiredly. "It's just... too much, sometimes."

She says finally, shaking her head and staring at a random spot on the ground ahead. "Taking care of two kids by yourself while having to work almost all day long isn't easy. It's a huge burden and sometimes it just feels like I'm not going to make it."

She sighs, her eyes starting to shine a little brighter with the tears that form in them and you feel your heart tighten. You try to think of something to say, but soon she speaks again. "I try to do everything for the boys, you know? But nothing seems to be enough. It's obvious that they prefer their father and-"

"Hey, hey, hey. Don't say that." You interrupt her, holding her hand involuntarily, and feel a twinge of relief when she doesn't pull you away. "That's not true." You reassure her but she shakes her head, blinking to keep the tears away. "You don't know that."

"Well, I know from the little I know you." You begin, with a fond smile on your face as you look into her eyes, Wanda watching you intently. "And from the little I know, you are caring, and kind, and loving, and there is no doubt in my mind that you do everything for your children and that is-"

Your words are cut off by Wanda moving toward you and connecting her lips to yours. Your breath hitches with the redhead's unexpected movement and you freeze completely. Before you can correspond to the kiss, though, she pulls away, eyes wide with regret.

"(Y/n), I'm so sorry, I-" This time it’s you who interrupts her, holding the back of her neck firmly and connecting your lips once more. She sighs against your mouth and you feel your head spin with the sensation.  

Wanda puts her hands on the side of your face and her gentle touch makes you sigh. You move your hands to her waist and you feel Wanda leaning a little closer toward you.

You give her waist a little squeeze and Wanda sighs against your mouth, and you take the opportunity to slide your tongue into her mouth. When your tongues meet, Wanda moans softly and you feel a small discomfort forming under your belly, your whole body shivering.

Wanda stands up, motioning to sit on your lap, and you pull her by the waist, encouraging her.

Her sitting on your lap awakens something primal in you, and you pull her closer, pressing her body against yours, and she moans softly against your lips. You reach your hands down to the hem of her sweater and begin to pull.

Wanda takes her hands off of your face to remove the garment. When she pulls away, you notice that her lips are swollen, and when she removes the sweater, you gasp at the sight of her only in her bra in front of you.

The redhead smiles, biting her lip when she sees you devouring her with your eyes, and puts her hands on the back of your neck again, pulling you into a passionate kiss.

You run your hands up Wanda's bare back and feel her shivering at your touch. When you reach the clasp of her bra, you open it without hesitation and move your hands up to her shoulders to remove it.

Without disconnecting her lips from yours, Wanda moves her arms, removing the bra completely and throwing it somewhere in the room.  

You bring your hands to her breasts, caressing them and Wanda moans at your touch, shivering at the contrast of your cool hands on her warm body.

Again, she takes her hands from the back of your neck and moves them to the sides of your body, grasping the fabric of your T-shirt and pulling it up. You give her breasts a gentle squeeze before moving your hands away and removing your own shirt.

You throw the item away and shiver under Wanda's hungry gaze. You hold her waist once more and kiss her firmly. The kiss doesn't last long as you move your lips down to the redhead's jaw and neck, and she squeezes your shoulders, encouraging you to go on.

You deposit wet kisses all the way down to her breasts, and when your lips meet her nipple, Wanda moans softly.

You kiss and lick the sensitive skin and when you feel her nipple harden, you give it a light bite, making Wanda moan louder. You move your kisses to her other breast, squeezing the first one with your hand, and Wanda throws her head back, moaning with pleasure.

After a moment, you run your fingers gently down her belly to the hem of her jeans, and Wanda shivers at your touch.

You lift your face, and Wanda wastes no time in pulling you into an intense kiss, her hands firmly on the sides of your face.

You unbutton her pants, and Wanda sighs. Then she stands up, and you immediately miss the warmth of her body against yours. But she’s pulling down her pants, and you’re incapable of thinking about anything other than the woman in front of you.

Wanda removes her jeans and underwear at once, and you smile at her lack of interest in wasting time. Which is great, you also have no interest on doing that.  

She sits back on your lap, kissing you, and you squeeze her butt cheeks firmly and Wanda sighs heavily against your lips. You move your hands slowly, your fingertips running over her skin to the inside of her thighs, and Wanda gasps.

You hold her butt cheek with one hand while the other hand wanders to Wanda's intimacy. You sigh as you feel how wet she is and Wanda moans as she feels your touch.

You move your fingers slowly from her entrance to her clit and Wanda moans. She catches your lower lip between her teeth and pulls, which causes you to press your finger against her clit involuntarily and Wanda sighs.

You make slow circular motions on the redhead's clit and delight in the sight of Wanda slowly losing control.

You try to kiss her, but she has trouble responding, so you kiss her collarbone, leaving hickeys where you know she'll be able to hide them later.

Wanda moves her hips looking for more friction and you smile against her skin. You stimulate her clitoris with your thumb, and without stopping, you insert a finger inside her. Wanda moans louder and squeezes your shoulders harder, the feel of her nails against your skin encouraging you to continue.

After a while, you insert another finger, and Wanda moans out your name, throwing her head back and arching her back. You take advantage of the redhead's movement to capture her breast with your mouth, and Wanda moans louder and louder.

You rub your thumb more intensely, and sink your fingers deeper and faster, and Wanda begins to spasm harder on top of you. Wanda's moans echo in the living room as she loses control and you feel her walls tightening around your fingers.

One more thrust is all it takes for Wanda to come undone on top of you, moaning your name out loud one last time. She rests her trembling hand on your wrist asking you to stop as she takes a deep breath trying to pull herself together and you smile proudly.

You withdraw your fingers slowly and Wanda moans softly. You bring your fingers to your mouth, savoring Wanda's sweet taste. The redhead watches you with attentive eyes and even more dilated pupils than before and as soon as you take your fingers out of your mouth she moves in and kisses you, moaning as she taste the little that’s left of herself in your mouth. You run your fingers down the side of her body and smile when she twitches.

Wanda moves her kisses down to your neck and you groan when she sucks on your skin. She continues going down until she reaches your breasts and you sigh at the feel of Wanda kissing and sucking on them. But it doesn't last long as she continues her kisses down to the pit of your belly and you feel your whole body shiver.

Wanda pulls down the hem of your pants and you stand up just enough to take them off. Just as she did with herself, Wanda removes all your clothes at once and your breath hitches with her rapid movement.

The redhead runs her fingers up the inside of your thighs, opening your legs for her. The way her eyes never leave yours, as if she wants to examine exactly the effect she has on you, is already enough to make the contraction below your belly increase significantly.

She moves her face slowly toward your core and you sigh deeply, just the sight of that mesmerizing woman between your legs being enough to drive you crazy.

Wanda gives you a long lick all over your intimacy and you moan softly, sinking your back into the couch. The redhead wanders around your core, getting to know every detail, and you have no objection to that.

She makes circular motions across your clitoris and you squeeze hard against the seat of the couch. All the previous interactions were enough to put you over the edge, so it doesn't take long for you to come undone against her touch.

Wanda stands up, a smirk on her face as she runs her thumb down the side of her mouth. You lift your back and pull her to sit with you again. The redhead sits on your thigh with a smile on her face and you feel your heart beat faster at the sight. You had no doubt that she’s the most beautiful woman you’d ever seen.

She kisses you, running her thumbs gently down your cheeks and you wrap your arms around her waist, hugging her tight. But it doesn't last long, as she rests her hands on your chest and stands up. You watch with a frown as she picks up her clothes from the floor and begins to get dressed.

"I need to go." She explains when she sees your confused expression and smiles softly as she sees your disgruntled expression. "What?" you ask, not being able to hide the hurt in your voice as you stand up and start putting on your own clothes.

"I have to pick up the boys at their father's house early tomorrow." She explains, also sounding disgruntled and you nod without much enthusiasm. "You could leave tomorrow morning." You comment hopefully, not in the least bit willing to let her go, but Wanda just chuckles softly. She approaches you, placing her hands on the side of your face and caressing your cheeks.

You close your eyes, sighing at the gentle touch, and you don't see how Wanda smiles lovingly at you. "I'd better go." She says softly when you finally open your eyes, and you feel a pang in your chest when you realize that this’s about much more than picking up her children tomorrow. You nod once more, giving up and Wanda gives you a half smile before kissing you again.

You both walk to the front door. You walk slowly, wanting to prolong the moment as long as you can, and you contain a smile when you notice that Wanda seems to do the same.

When you open the door for her, Wanda looks at you. Her beautiful green eyes locked on yours, as if trying to tell you several things you can't understand. You just wish you had more time to try.

You both whisper your good-byes, and Wanda looks around quickly. Before you can ask what she is looking for, she smiles and turns her attention back to you and kisses you again. The kiss is passionate like the others, but gentle and makes you shiver in a way none of the others did. But it doesn't last long because Wanda soon pulls away.

With one last smile, the redhead walks to her car. She gives you one last glance before getting into her vehicle and driving away. And you stand there looking at the street even after she's gone.

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And that's it for today! I hope you enjoyed it, thoughts and comments are always welcome ツ

Part 2

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