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yandere-writer-momo · 4 months

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Decided to share a piece I had written in 2019

Yandere Short Stories:

Heroes and Villains

Yandere lesbian supervillain x Afab Reader x Yandere Superhero x Yandere Heroine

A young woman fidgeted in her seat as she sat in a plush red love seat right outside the CEO’s office. The large black doors intimidating her as she began to sweat. The bunny keychain attached to her black purse jingling every time she shifted in her seat.

The young reported pulled out a compact mirror from her black purse as she checked her appearance again, making sure not a single hair was out of place to not offend the big bad boss of Domino Electric, the largest electricity company in the nation. The powerhouse of every major city’s power. The young woman had heard rumors that the CEO was a cold woman with a hell of a temper.

The young reporter was amazed to have this assignment rather than making a newspaper article on the rise of superheroes and the ever so popular super villainess, Electra.

Creak. The young reporter’s head snapped up as she quickly composed herself and placed her compact mirror back into her bag. A tall, slender woman stood before her as the assistant gave her a reassuring smile.

“Miss Spark is ready to speak with you now.” The woman raised a hand to the door with a bow as the young reporter shakily stood up and slowly made her way into the office, the door shutting quickly behind her, trapping her in the den of a lion.

The young reporter gulped as her (eye color) eyes stared at the figure of a tall, voluptuous woman with long, straight silver hair and a black dress suit on. The businesswoman soon turning around, revealing her beautiful, flawless dark skinned face and violet eyes. The reporter whole face flushed red when they made eye contact. She felt like a tiny rabbit in front of a wolf. Her knees shook as her (eye color) eyes glanced at the CEO’s plump lips and slowly trailing her gaze to the violet silk dress shirt the businesswoman had on under her black dress jacket.

“Sit down, Miss (last name).” The woman’s voice was cold and firm, the young reporter immediately sitting down as the tall woman sat in front of her. “I believe you have some questions for me?”

“Ah, y-yes...” the reporter reached into her back, pulling out a notebook and pencil as well as a voice recorder. “I’m so happy for this opportunity, Miss Spark-“

“You may call me Aria Spark since we are alone together.” The reporter nodded as she opened up the notepad and smiled at the businesswoman. “What is your name?”

“Oh, my name is (your full name).” (Your name) replies as she turned to the recorded. “Let’s start with the basics shall we?”

“What made you decide to be a businesswoman?”

“I lived in poverty as a child and wanted a better life for myself. So I climbed to the top by utilizing my skills.” Aria replied as (your name) smiled at her to continue.

“And what may those skills be?”

“I am very good with electrical work.”

(Your name) jotted Aria’s answers down as (your name) listened attentively to every word Aria replied to her questions. (Your nams) soon learned a lot about Aria’s childhood such as her old neighborhood being in the ghetto and Aria’ friends and family who either were no longer in her life or still very close. About how it was hard being a lesbian CEO without criticism and hate comments. Aria told (your name) she was bullied a lot throughout high school for being gay. Aria also wanted to become a businesswoman and make it to the top to prove that she wasn’t scared of people’s expectations of her. Aria was a very admirable woman.

And as the interview came to a close, (Your name) turned off her recorder as the reporter gave Aria another warm smile.

“Thank you so much for this interview, I will publish this in the magazine soon-“ Aria suddenly leaned forward, placing her hands across her desk to stand in front of (your name), caging the young woman in her chair.

“You should go out to dinner with me sometime. You’re really cute.” Aria then reached into her pocket and handed (your name) a business card with her name and number on it. “Call me whenever and we can go out.”

“I-I... Oh um, I think I should go-“

“You’re such a cute little bottom.” Aria chuckled as her violet eyes stared down at the smaller female through long silver eyelashes. “Makes me want to eat you.”

“I-I’m leaving! Have a good day!” (Your name) quickly scrambled away, accidentally dropping the bunny keychain as Aria picked it up. The violet eyed woman smiling at the cute rabbit.

“She’s just like a rabbit.” Aria smirked as she gazed out the door in awe. “And I’m going to have that little rabbit.”

“Miss Spark, I think you scared her away. I’ve never seen someone run so fast-“ the assistant paused as the businesswoman began to chuckle. “Miss Spark? Are you alright?”

“She’s perfect. Absolutely perfect.” A spark of lavender electricity surrounded Aria as she smirked.

“Miss Spark, I don’t know if you know her well enough to-“

“Maybelle, I want all her records and any other personal information you can find about her. I want the little rabbit girl-“

The assistant sighed as she bowed to her employer. “Right away, Miss Spark.” .

“So how’d the interview go, (Your name)?” A slender woman with long, black hair asked as (your name) flushes bright red. The Japanese woman had her jacket off, revealing her various tattoos and ever so prominent piercings, such as her prized septum ring.

“R-really good, Ryoko. It’s just-“

“Just?”

“I didn’t think she’d be so attractive!” (Your name) squeaked out loudly as everyone in the break room stared at the two women as (your name) flushes even more red. “S-she was so curvy and had the prettiest eyes I’ve ever seen. And s-she asked me to dinner. Oh god I ran away from her, I-I’m so humiliated.”

The pale woman laughed at (your name) as the young reporter comically hid her face in her arms.

“Well, Miss Spark is clearly interested in you. Probably because you scream ‘bottom’-“

“Why does everyone keep saying that!”

“Because you’re like a cute little rabbit. So timid and shy. Easily flustered, you’re just really cute.” Ryoko told the (hair color) haired girl as Ryoko smiled, showing off her frenulum piercing. (Your name) began to fiddle with her fingers as she pressed them together.

“Do you think I should give her a call?”

“Well, do what your heart wants but we should leave, the pig is here.”

(Your name) turned her head to see the boss of their News media company, Metro Media, Jasper Jones. He was handsome for a man. Tall with a large muscle build, pale blue eyes, short wavy, sandy blonde hair, a chiseled jaw, and he had this tough guy vibe with a scar right across his nose. He was very handsome and he was a very driven man but-

“(Your name), there you are, I need you to see me in my office about your report.” His low voice rung out through the break room as he had his hands on top of the doorway, flexing his muscles through his white dress shirt as the other women swooned. All except (your name). She wasn’t interested in him that much. She didn’t understand what the other women found so great about him...

“Y-yes, mister Jones.”

“You can call me Jasper.” The man chuckled as (your name) tried not to cry at how much the male scared her. He constantly gave her compliments and although they were never stepping over boundaries, it was the way he stared at her. She has never met anyone who stared at her with eyes that felt as if they were undressing her. Jasper’s pale blue eyes gazed at her with such a burning intensity that (your name) felt as if she’d light on fire at any moment.

“Um, I prefer Mister Jones. I’ll talk to you once I’m done eating-“

“How about we go eat in my office-“ (Your name) gulped as she stared at her lap as she fidgeted with her hands nervously. She was so close to crying.

“S-sorry. Maybe another time-“

“Alright how about we go out tomorrow at the cafe next door to the building? My treat?”

“Um, okay-

“Hey, Mister Jones, (your name) is uncomfortable. Could you tone it down?” Ryoko stepped in as she stood between the two, her onyx eyes glowing gold for the briefest of moments as Jasper stood up and took a step back.

“Oh sorry, I didn’t realize I did. Sorry for not noticing (your name).” The girl merely smiled shyly as she stared at her lap. “I’ll see you in my office later.”

Jasper then turned to leave, flexing his back muscles as he did so, causing (your name) to look away in disgust.

“I don’t like that guy hanging so close around you.” Ryoko stared as she went back to her seat, her onyx eyes furrowing in worry as she gazed at (your name). “You need to be more assertive with your no’s. Just tell him that you’re not interested. I know you’re bisexual but seriously, it’s obvious you lean more towards women. Just tell him you’re gay or something. I’m sure he’ll get the hint then.”

“But I don’t want to make him u-upset. The look in his eyes scares m-me.” Ryoko frowned as she got up from her seat and wrapped her arms around her mousy friend, her body slowly heating up slightly as she glared at the door Jasper walked out of.

“Don’t worry, I’ll always protect you, (your name).” Ryoko stated as she pulled the (body type) girl close to her lean muscled body. Ryoko would always be there for (your name) because she was (your name)’s best and only friend. Ryoko wouldn’t let anything happen to her little bunny.

Jasper tried not to throw his desk across the room but he really wanted to. He has tried everything to make the timid (Your name) love him. He changed his hair style, started working out more, waxing off his unwanted body hair, and even offered her on dates. But Ryoko was in his way. His grip on his desk tightened as it began to frost over with a thin layer of ice. Jasper exhaled as the air in his office slowly began to drop in temperature.

To think his own partner in crime was in an intimate relationship with the cute girl drove him up the wall. (Your name) deserves the absolute best and that’s exactly what he would be. (Your name) could not possibly be gay, she was too cute to be!

(Your name) was the only one to not see him as a piece of meat and didn’t throw herself at him. She didn’t try anything to make him uncomfortable and respected his space and he absolutely loved it. (Your name) was so attentive to everything he talked about and she was so gentle.

Jasper remembered the time her hand grazed his hand when he dropped his papers in the elevator as she helped him collect all of his belongings. Her hands were so small and soft compared to his, Jasper swore his heart stopped. Jasper wondered if all of her was soft. He wondered if she thought of him the same way he thought of her. Jasper relaxed as the temperature and ice began to slowly dissipate as his fingers touched his lips as he released a sigh as he began to give into his delusions.

Did (your name) think of his lips touching her skin so lightly that it felt as if a butterfly landed on each spot his lips would touch? Did she think of Jasper laying beside her at night, holding her close as he whispered sweet nothings into her ear? Did (your name) want to ever date him?

Jasper clutched his chest as he felt his cheeks flush pink. He loved her so much. He still had so much to learn about her.

A quiet knock brought Jasper out of his musings as he cleared his throat and opened his office door, revealing his favorite reporter, a few of her (hair color) hairs out of place as she had a somewhat frazzled appearance. Did she run up the stairs to see him? Did she really want to see him that badly? Oh she was just so cute. Would she look like that if he made love to her?

“Oh, you’re here so quickly (Your name)! I was starting to think you weren’t going to come.” Jasper immediately pulled a chair out for her to sit down as he went over to get her a glass of water from the pitcher.

“O-oh. I didn’t want to disappoint you. Shall we go over my article I wrote?”

“Here drink some water, you look rather frazzled.” Jasper handed her the glass as she shyly took it from him, her fingers brushing his as Jasper tried not to make any inappropriate noises.

“Oh the elevator took too long so I decided to take the stairs. I am so sorry for my appearance-“

“It’s okay. I’m just happy to see you.” Just like she was happy to see him, or at least Jasper believed so. Why else would she run up the stairs to get to his office? To get her daily cardio? No, to see him, duh.

“Shall we begin?” Jasper did not listen to a single word she said, his icy blue eyes were too focused on her plump lips and wondering what they’d feel like against his as he pressed her against the wall and-

“Mister Jones?” Jasper snapped out of his musings as his blue eyes met (eye color) orbs. “It’s starting to get really cold in here.”

Jasper immediately realized he accidentally used his powers underneath his desk as his whole face flushed red.

“W-would you like a jacket? I’m sorry, I didn’t notice.”

“Oh um, thanks.” Jasper pulled his jacket off his chair as he wrapped it around (your name)’s shoulder’s, his breath hitching as her cheeks flushed slightly as she bundled into his warm oversized jacket.

Jasper didn’t think she could get any cuter but here she was... in his jacket. Oh lord he was trying so hard not to kiss her right there and then. To not bend her over his desk and tear off her clothes and make the whole department know his name-

“Thank you, Mister Jones.” Jasper placed his hand over his face as his whole face turned a bright red. Oh lord he was going to catch a case at this point. “I’m done with my report, I’ll leave the article here so you can go over it. Thank you for your time, here’s your jacket back-“

“Thank you, (your name). Have a good one!” As soon as she left his office and shut the thick mahogany doors, he fell to his knees as he grabbed his jacked and inhaled greedily. Oh lord it smelled like her. (Your name) smelled like roses and vanilla. She was just so sweet and he swore he’d make that sweet girl all his. Jasper swore on his life.

But first, he was going to add this jacket to his collection. Jasper stood up as he opened up his bottom desk drawer with his key, revealing numerous miscellaneous items that wouldn’t mean much to anyone but they meant the world to him.

There were numerous photos of his beloved darling sleeping and an old toothbrush. As well as a tissue, a spoon, and a chapstick he swiped off her desk when she was out and about. And although Jasper hates to admit it, he used the chapstick on rough days to satiate his needs.

He carefully folded up his jacket and placed it in the drawer as he locked his treasure chest. Jasper then reclined back in his desk chair as he smiled. Jasper couldn’t wait to see her tomorrow across a table from him eating.

Maybe this time he’ll get an even better Momento of her.

Jasper was unaware of the drone outside the complex snapping pictures of his entire interaction as the drone quickly took off, to bring the video evidence to its creator.

(Your name) strolled through the bustling city as she smiled. She was finally off from work so she could have some time to herself.

As the reporter walked down the street, she heard the screams of the other civilians as people began to scatter around as dark storm clouds covered the skies. (Your name)’s eyes widened. Electra was here.

She immediately began to flee until she felt arms wrap around her as she was pulled flush against a soft body.

“Why are you running, little rabbit?” A familiar voice asked as (you’re name began to shake in fear. “You’re so very cute when you shiver. I wonder if you’d shake like that when I-” (Your name) turned a bright red at all the horribly dirty words that came out of the woman’s mouth behind her.

(Your name) was quickly whipped around to face her captor as her (eye color) eyes took in a tall villainous with long silver hair and a black eye mask on as well as a tight black and violet jumpsuit with a long black cape. She looked so familiar...

(Your name) didn’t have time to study the super villain before the villainous pulled her close and surrounded the two of them into an electrical barrier as a flaming hot (literally) heroine stood outside the barrier.

A lean heroine stood outside the barrier, her flaming hair standing straight up as a dragon mask covered her face and her red leotard had black plated armor in the form of scales armor all over it.

Mistress Dragon. (Your name) thought as the red haired heroine put her hands on her hips and glared at the villainous within the barrier.

“Electra! Release that civilian!” The woman boomed in an intimidating voice that was more than likely edited with a voice changing device.

“No chance, Mistress Dragon. Not when your little boy toy is running around as well.”

And soon enough, a ring of ice formed around the entire barrier as a tall, muscular male with the mask of a white fox stood along side Mistress Dragon. His costume consisted of a tight navy blue jumpsuit with silver armor plating with patches of white fur on the shoulders and around the hands and feet.

“Sub-Zero, glad to see you’ve made it.” Electra laughed as she grabbed (your name) and placed her plump lips on her cheek. The barrier dissolved as the two heroes began to circle the villainess, preparing to take action against her.

“What is your scheme this time, Electra?” Mistress Dragon growled as smoke came out from the mouth of her mask.

“I just wanted to warn you that I know both of your identities. All thanks to this cute little rabbit.” Electra cooed as she squished (your name)’s cheeks together. “Isn’t she just precious?”

“Electra, leave her out of this-“ Sub-Zero tried to coax the silver haired villain as the villain began to laugh darkly.

“No.” Electra then grabbed (your name) bridal style as she soared into the air, lavender lightning striking the ground as she rose higher and higher, (Your name) screaming as she held onto Electra tightly out of fear of falling.

Mistress Dragon immediately shifting into a large black oriental Dragon with a fiery red mane and a peculiar septum ring as she swiftly followed behind. Electra cursing under her breath as the dragon quickly caught up to her. She’d have to ditch her prize and come back another time...

“Let her go!”

“Okay.” And before (your name) knew it, she was falling through the sky, plummeting to her death. Her scream piercing the air as tears fell from her eyes. She didn’t want to die, not yet at least.

Before she could even blink, Mistress Dragon shifted and scooped her into her arms as she quickly brought the reporter into her chest, Sub-Zero making a slide for the two to slide down as they made it back to the ground safely. (Your name)’s face flushing red as she studied the masked face of her savior.

“Are you Alright-“ (Your name) pulled Mistress Dragon close as she began to cry.

“Thank you. Thank you so much.” (Your name) sobbed as the heroine pulled her into a hug. “How can I ever repay you-“

“How about a kiss?” Mistress Dragon asked as Sub-Zero’s hands began to shake on the sidelines.

“Um s-sorry. I don’t think I can.” (Your name) stayed as she began to twiddle her thumbs together nervously. “I have a crush on someone already.”

“Oh? Well, I respect that.” Mistress Dragon then pulled away as Sub-Zero stepped in.

“May I escort you home?” Sub-Zero asked as (your name) gulped.

“S-sure-“

“Sub-Zero, I think we both need to leave the little lady alone. We could always send a ride to come get her.”

“How about you head into your place of work and ask one of your coworkers for a ride?” Sub-Zero asked the girl as he smiled gently at her.

“I’m sure it’ll be easy to do, you’re quite cute after all.” Miss dragon told the reporter as (your name) nodded and headed back into work. The two heroes immediately leaving the scene before paparazzi could show up.

“Do you need a ride?” (Your name) smiled as her eyes met familiar onyx orbs of her best friend.

“Yes please.”

“(Your name)!” The poor reporter almost cried when Jasper picked her up into a tight hug and twirled her as he sighed dramatically. “I’m so happy you’re okay! You were all over the news! Are you okay-“

“Oh Jesus, leave the poor girl alone.” Ryoko interrupted as Jasper places (your name) down gently.

“Sorry Miss Abo.” Jasper replied as Ryoko quickly began to fix (your name)’s hair and set it back into place as the reporter puffed her cheeks out.

“Please stop touching me you two, I’m okay-“

“(Your name), you poor little girl.” (Your name) was (height) y’all, but go off Ryoko. “We both just worry about you. Mostly me though-“

“No I worry more. I was so scared you’d call off and I wouldn’t be able to give you an awesome assignment.”

“Awesome assignment?”

“Yes, I’m giving you an assignment to write an article on super heroes. I published your article on Miss Spark in the paper and everyone loved it. So I’m giving you a bigger assignment and this time you will be on the biggest magazine here. How would you like to be the main article in Times magazine?”

(Your name) smiled as Jasper handed her the assignment. It was information on the cities top two heroes.

“I need you to write an article on Sub-Zero and Mistress Dragon. And lucky for you, you encountered the two of them recently.”

“Thank you so much, Mister Jones.” (Your name) grasped Jasper’s hand as his whole face turned pink.As soon as she released his hand, he turned and coughed into his hand. Excusing himself to the restroom as he left Ryoko and (Your name) in (your name)’s tiny office.

“I’m seriously glad you’re okay. I honestly thought you were going to take some time off. But I’m happy you’re here. It’s good to have you back.” Ryoko smacked her shoulder playfully as (your name) smiled.

This day was giving (your name) so much confidence. Maybe she’d finally call Miss Spark and accept her dinner date?

(Your name) went over to her black bag, frowning as she noticed her bunny key chain was missing. She shrugged it off, she could always purchase another one.

(Your name) reached into the middle pocket of her bag and pulled out a black card with a domino on the top of it. She released a shaky breath as she slowly dialed the number on the phone. Her (skin color) skin thumb hesitated before she pushed call, sealing her fate.

(Your name) nervously sat at a table for two at a high end restaurant as she nervously sipped on a glass of bubbly white moscato. She really hoped Aria would show up.

(Your name) glanced around the restaurant until (eye color) met violet orbs. (Your name)’s mouth hung open as she took in Aria’s elegant outfit. Aria wore a long, elegant violet dress that had diamonds sewn into it. A long, white shawl wrapped around her to hide her cleavage from wandering eyes as the tall curvaceous woman strut her way over to (your name). Her white hair was up in an elegant bun with a few silvery strands loose around her face. If (your name) didn’t know any better than Aria would be the African American Jessica Rabbit.

“Were you waiting long?” Aria asked as she took a seat in from of the (body type) girl. Aria’s dark chocolate skinned hand touching (your name)’s lightly as the girl almost by turned into a puddle of goo.

“N-no.” (Your name) stuttered as her cheeks flushed pink. “I was kind of just scared that you weren’t going to show.”

“Well of course I would, little bunny. I asked you to dinner and I didn’t expect you to call me.” The woman reached into her silver clutch and pulled out a familiar rabbit keychain. “You remind me of one of these.”

The two of them laughed as they ordered their food and drank numerous glasses of fancy wine. And before (your name) knew it, she was drunk. Very, very drunk. And Aria was nice enough to help her into her limo.

“I think we should call it a night, bunny. You can’t even keep your head up straight.” Aria chuckled as (your name) just gave her a goofy grin as (your name) struggled to get into the limo.

“I really like you, Aria.” (Your name) replied as she began to giggle. “I want to go out again sometime-“

Aria pulled (your name) in for a steamy kiss as (your name) tried to kiss back to the best of her ability. Their tongue moving in sync as Aria pulled (your name) onto her lap and let her hands grab (your name)’s plump read in her hands.

“Let’s go back to my place, shall we?” (Your name) could only smile as Aria shut the partition as they continued their steamy make out session. Thank god the windows of the limo were tinted.

(Your name) woke up with a pounding headache and completely bare in a violet, silk sheeted canopy bed. The bare form of Aria tangled in the sheets with her.

Aria soon stirred, her violet eyes fluttering open as the silver haired woman pulled (your name) closer to her. Her plump lips kissing the exposed skin on (your name)’s neck.

“I didn’t take you for a vixen in the sheets. You were so cute last night.” Aria cooed as (your name) flushes red. “But all those cute hickies on your shoulders are marks that you’re mine.

“Aria-“

“(Your name), I want you to be my girlfriend.” (Your name) smiled as she kissed Aria again.

“Let’s get to know each other better first and then we can be girlfriends. I need a little more time.” Aria nodded as she kissed (your name) on the forehead.

“I understand. I’ll wait for you.”

A few months had gone by since that night with Aria. And (your name) and Aria were officially dating. It was such a surprise to everyone. And everyone was happy for her... except Jasper and Ryoko.

(Your name) could tell Ryoko wasn’t happy about her new relationship status due to how forced her smiles when she occasionally caught glimpses of the purple marks on her neck she didn’t cover up well enough, but Jasper was a completely different level of upset...

“(Your name), I brought you a bouquet of red roses!” Jasper proclaimed as the dark bags under his eyes became more prominent as time went on. He didn’t look like he was sleeping well. His skin was paler than normal and his hands were shaky as he held up the bouquet. “They’re almost as beautiful as you-“

“Jasper, I’m sorry. I’m in a happy relationship. I cannot accept your gift.” The roses were gently placed into her lap as Jasper’s whole body began to shake as he forced a smile.

“A woman can’t be with another woman. Y-you’re just confused is all. You’ll come around eventually.” He gave an uneasy laugh before he clutched his hair in his hands. His pale blue eyes widening as a demented smile made its way onto his face. Jasper crouched down on the floor, his hands holding his face while the smile widened even more. The deranged male beginning to ramble to himself. “You have to... you have to love me or I’ll go even more mad...” Jasper whispered to himself while (your name) quickly scurried over to him and wrapped an arm over his shoulders. The young reporter trying to gain his attention.

“I-I’m sorry, Mister Jones. I just don’t return your feelings and I don’t know if I ever will-“

“One day...”

“Excuse me?” (Your name) asked, raising a brow at him. Jasper whipped his head up, revealing his terrifying smile to her, flashing his pearly white teeth at her.

“You will one day. I swear on it.” Jasper chuckled, pulling her close to him and holding her flush against his chest. He then stood up to his full height, practically picking the girl off the floor while he burrowed his head into (your name)’s hair. Jasper greedily inhaling her scent with the same crazed smile. She still smelled so sweet. Ice began to slowly creep onto (your name)’s jacket as (your name) felt a sudden chill up her spine. Why was she so cold? “You’ll walk down the aisle with me and then you’ll bear my children-“

“Woah, let the little lady go please.” Ryoko separated the two as her eyes widened in shock as Jasper was basically almost revealed his powers in front of everyone. Ryoko immediately stepping in before Jasper could lose his job. “Let’s go to your office and talk, okay? You’re scaring her.”

“I-I’m sorry.” Jasper immediately released (your name), the scared look in her eye making his heart clench as he tried not to have a meltdown. “I don’t know what came over me I-“

(Your name) fled as he tried not to cry out her name as Ryoko led him to his office. Ryoko immediately kicking the door shut behind the two of them as she shoved him roughly into the floor.

“You’re such an idiot. You almost blew your cover in front of everyone!” Ryoko whisper shouted at him as she kicked him in the leg roughly. “Why can’t you just keep it in your pants?!”

“I’m in love with her! You should know! You look at her the same way I do when you think no one’s looking-“ Jasper’s head was suddenly thrown to the side as Ryoko struck him. Ryoko’s dark bangs covering her eyes as she scowled in disgust.

“Don’t ever compare me to you. You’re disgusting-“

“Why don’t we work together for her affections?!” Jasper shouted as Ryoko’s head snapped up. Her Onyx eyes scanning Jasper’s for any sign of him joking as she began to think. She could tell Jasper was serious for once.

“Do you think we could do it? I mean I don’t know how I feel about sharing but do you think she’d be okay with it?”

“What do you mean? We shouldn’t give her a choice, she’d be safe with us. We’re heroes for god’s sake-“

“I know we are but... I want her to be happy...” Ryoko replied as she rubbed her arm nervously, her dark eyes downcast as she began to fidget under Jasper’s intense gaze. “I don’t want to force her into anything with us. It wouldn’t be the same-“

“I know but do you really think Electra would let her go? I mean seriously? Miss Spark isn’t that good at keeping her identity hidden. I’m amazed (your name) hasn’t caught on-“

“(Your name) is oblivious to all of us having powers. I just don’t want to scare her away. She means so much to me. I’m alright with watching her be happy with someone else, unlike you. So long as she doesn’t get hurt.”

Jasper hummed as he glared at the floor.

“So I’m taking it as a no until something happens to her?” Jasper asked as his ice colored eyes glazed over with some hidden emotion.

“Yes.” Ryoko replied as she opened the door. “Good luck, Jasper.” She then left the room as Jasper stood up headed to his desk, he hunched over his desk as he placed his palms flat on the desk. The room’s temperature dropping in temperature as ice began to cover the entire desk.

Jasper’s breathing became ragged as he tried to calm down his rage. His fists clenching to the point that his fingernails began to draw blood in their wake.

He then screamed in frustration as he slammed his fist into the desk, creating a large crack on the wooden surface as he began to take deep breaths to calm himself down.

“She’ll be mine... I swear to god.”

Ryoko sat in her small apartment as she pulled out a cushion and a lighter and carried it to a spare closet in her room.

She then lit the small vanilla scented candles to illuminate the object of her desires as she smiled. Her onyx eyes never leaving the (eye color) orbs of her love.

A large portrait of (your name) sat in the center of the wall as well as pictures of the two of them together. Pictures of every single selfie or pose they took while they were out and about. They had been so close for years, and (your name) didn’t even understand the depth of Ryoko’s feelings for (your name). Ryoko should’ve been more assertive and maybe (your name) would’ve become her girlfriend... Ryoko bowed her head as she began to concentrate on her goal.

“Patience is key... Electra will mess up soon... and then I’ll be there to catch you.” Ryoko face twisted into a smile that seemed unnatural for her petite face as she leaned forward. Ryoko ran her pale hands gently across the portrait as she sighed longingly. “I love you, (your name).”

“Aria!” (Your name) exclaimed as she entered her lover’s office, the silver haired woman shooting up from her desk as a smile made its way to her face.

“(Your name)!” Elegant black heels came running towards the other woman as Aria swooped (your name) into her strong arms. “How was work?”

“It was okay. Jasper was acting strange again and Ryoko has been so distant... I miss my best friend.” Aria’s eyes darkened as she pulled (your name) into her arms and furrowed her brow. Why were those two still bothering her lover)? Did those two imbeciles not understand that (Your name) belonged to her? Maybe she’d have to make her move now before those pesky heroes snatched her up...

“Aria, what’s wrong? Is something bothering you, baby?” Aria tried her best not to melt into a puddle at (your name)’s cute nickname for her.

“I think we should have some dinner at my place tonight. Does wine sound good?” Aria asked as (your name) nodded excitedly, unaware of Aria’s true intentions.

“I’ll eat or drink anything as long as it’s with you!” (Your name) beamed as Aria kisses her forehead tenderly, a frown forming on her face as (your name) buried her face into Aria’s shoulder.

“I’m so sorry...” Aria whispered almost inaudibly as she kissed (your name)’s forehead again. She hoped to god (your name) would forgive her...

Drip. Drop. Clink. Clank.

(Your name) slowly stirred awake as she heard the sound of a faucet dripping. Her (eye color) eyes scanning her unfamiliar surroundings. Where was she? This wasn’t Aria’s house.

“I’m so sorry, my little rabbit.” Aria replied as (your name) searched around for her lover.

“Aria? What’s going on? Where am I?” (Your name) tried to stand up to find her lover but was stopped by the chain attached to her ankle. “Why am I chained up-“

“(Your name), I’m Electra.” Aria’s voice rung out in the dark as (your name) gasped.

“Y-you’re joking right? There’s no way-“ a burst of violet electricity shot across the room, activating the lights as Aria stood in the entrance of the dark, windowless room.

“We’re in my secret layer.” Aria replied as her violet eyes began to tear up. “The heroes are after you and I’m just so scared something bad will happen to you. I don’t want you to be caught in the crossfire-“

“Why would they be after me-“

“They’re your coworkers (your name). Jasper and Ryoko are Sub-Zero and Mistress Dragon.” The gears began to turn in (your name)’s head as she tried it process what Aria as saying. How could she not have noticed the signs? The septum ring on the dragon? The coldness she’d always feel around Jasper? It all made sense...

“But why me?” (Your name) asked as Aria frowned.

“You’re too innocent and way too sweet.” Aria replied as her smooth hands grasped (your name)’s face and kisses her forehead. “I have to defeat them and then I’ll let you go.”

“Aria, please don’t leave me like this! Please-“ The room soon became pitch black as the door was shut to the room. (Your name)’s sobs could be heard throughout the lair as her heart broke at her lover’s betrayal.

(Your name had no idea how long she was trapped in that room without seeing Aria. Hours? Days? Weeks? She didn’t know at all.

Creak! Slam!

(Your name)’s head whipped up from the sound of the doorbell opening. Her smile widening as she gazed expectantly at the door. A figure standing in the center of it as (you’re name) began to sob, tears filling her vision.

“Aria-“ The figure soon feel to the ground as two figures walked in. (Eye color) eyes widening in horror as she scooted herself close to the wall.

“W-Who are-“

“I knew we’d find you. It took us a week to get her to tell us where you were. We were so worried when you didn’t come to work.” A familiar voice rung out at she felt a pair of hands on her cheeks. (Eye color) eyes meeting onyx as she gasped.

“Ryoko-“

“(Your name)! Don’t forget about me.” Jasper cooed as he grabbed her free hand and placed a gentle kiss on it. “Oh my poor darling, you’re so skinny. I promise we’ll feed you and we’ll both treat you so very well-“

“What are you talking about?”

“Oh silly little rabbit.” Jasper chuckled as his icy blue eyes began to glow. “You belong to us now.”

“We bring to you breaking news, it turns out Aria Spark of Domino Electric was the dastardly villainess who plagued our city for so long! She is finally captured and placed in the new Super Prison the Hero Association has established far away from here. I also bring to you news that Sub-Zero and Mistress Dragon have officially retired. Who do you think the next rising hero will be of these five-“

Tears filled (your name)’s eyes as Jasper and Ryoko sat on either side of her, both of their hands lovingly rubbing her large, swollen tummy as they both smiled.

“I think our baby will be the next rising superhero. What do you think darling?” Jasper cooed as he kissed (your name)’s cheek as tears fell down her cheek.

“My baby is next! I can’t wait to see you swollen with my little baby dragon. I was able to get a sperm donation from my brother so we can do invitro-fertilization.” Ryoko fondly cooed as she kisses (your name)’s cheek.

In the end, the heroes and villains weren’t so different between each other in her story. While her beloved villain would spend the rest of her life rotting behind bars...

Or was she?

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anonymouscheeses · 3 months

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more obvious shit I wanted to point out but it's more than last time uhhh pt.2 (spoilers for dad beat dad and maybe welcome to heaven. Maybe?)

I love that Charlie just randomly goes into demon form sometimes like here ehhehehe. Also can I just say I love Charlie so much?? She is my favorite and I love her especially in this episode because it feels like the same optimistic Charlie but she was just put in a bad situation. I relate to her a bit TOO much, almost down to every detail like wow. You'll understand later once I get there. But just wow...

LOOK AT THIS FUNNY LITTLE MAN. SPOODER DUST <3 also. Live [image] reaction. Someone make that into a reaction image 🙏🙏

HONEY!!! NEW MEME TEMPLATE JUST DROPPED. (Aka the one guy going crazy trying to explain the stuff on the board iykyk)

OMG... THAT CANT BE CHARLIE... NOT CHARLIE'S EMO PHASE PLEASE BAHAHAHHAHAHA (also love that Lucifer has kept it all these years, if Charlie knew I think she'd be extremely embarrassed. Vaggie would love it probably xd)

HE IS SO GOOFY I CANT- I LOVE HIM SO MUCH ALREADY!!! NEED.

Broskie got character development and is NICE?!? I LOVE THAT SMMM YALL.... LOOK AT HIM!! I am very delusional yes, but I will take this over ass development(cough. Vaggie's "story" in ep 3. Cough).

Imagine this. *holds your hand carefully to help you calm down while talking to your father you haven't really wanted to talk to.* lesbian type stuff ngl 🤯 (relatable)

Angel looking at the gays while being a gay too. HE'S BEING SO KIND TO CHARLIE UGGHH I CANTTT!!(POS) NODDING HIS HEAD, SMILING TO HER, ALSO TRYING TO HELP CALM HER DOWN. I MAY BE ASS AT SOCIAL CUES BUT I NOTICED THIS ONE!! YAA

*SHE IS STILL HOLDING HER HAND. CHARLIE'S ALSO SWINGING IT AROUND NERVOUSLY. I can never get tired of them and will make art soon just you wait.*

COMMANDER VAGGIE! I love that she acts like this is a camp full of tiny kids and honestly? That's not too far off. Sir pentious is at the ready! (glad he's here more often in the episode, thought he would just get sidelined after his first episode but gladly no!) Angel is just surprised. Husk spilled his drink, ON WHITE FUR NO LESS! Niffty of course is on the floor face first. Charlie is just happy to be there yippee!

What is this?? I have no idea what the hell it is at all. Bro is just peepin- it doesn't look like Alastor, even in demon form. And... I can't think of anyone else who could be this. Anyone have ideas or maybe it's foreshadowing? Maybe it was revealed in the 6th episode I don't know I haven't watched it yet. (I am a freak. I don't binge I give myself a day to watch a single episode. Most of the time uhhh.)

WE LOVE A SHORT KING. I LOVE THAT. I LOVE HIM. THE EVERYTHING. HE IS EVERYTHING. LET ME STRANGLE HIM PLEASE. (Lillith and Lucifer's dynamic is 100% Gomez and Morticia but a little more silly short man)

"OH WOW! AN OLDER MAN WHO GIVES ME FATHERLY CARE!" *STARTS TO FUCKING CRY*

I FEEL YOU CHARLIE WAAAGHHH

Oh and there goes the silly guy again! Atp I'm thinking it may be the gal some people been talking about that they've been hinting since the pilot. I forgot her name but she's said to be the big bad of season 1 or probably 2. Not sure if that's what it's trying to imply but here's my little no-thought idea

Lucifer, no...

LUCIFER NO!! THIS IS SUCH AN ADORABLE RESPONSE TO CHARLIE DATING A WOMAN. (ADOPT ME)

AND THEN THE HUG! I GET IM LOOKING TOO MUCH INTO THIS ONE SILLY SCENE BUT I JUST LOVE IT SO MUCH AND WANT THIS SO BAD IN MY LIFE.

Niffty really said, "Yes, I do the cleaning."

Get yourself a taller king who is a short king but compared to you is a tall king

Say what you will, but I genuinely want more dad Alastor, someone make an au before I do plsss and @ me 🙏🙏

alright.. now this is where it starts to be relatable and hurt my heart... yayy.... needing any sort of parent figure that actually cares about you than the actual parent who is rarely there? WOWZA! SAME CHARLIE <3 <3 (SO FAR VERY ACCURATE FROM SOMEONE THAT IS IN THE SAME SITUATION)

Alastor is letting her off kindly, atleast in his way. He may be pissed off she brought a shark gang to the hotel and put it on fire, but they were still close friends. With anyone else he would absolutely either murder them or have severely traumatized the person. She's the exception, although I don't think he'd let it off the hook so easily if there were a next time.

A father-daughter embrace! :,)

(This is gonna be messy asf) He wants to know who she is as a person. He always has, and that's definitely obvious, but from a person inside this, they may not know themselves what the other is thinking. To Charlie it was like he never cared and just wanted an excuse to not see her again, acting like he was truly busy as in the start where he made the rubber duck that breathed fire. Sure. But Charlie saw it as him finding ways to not interact with her again. The only times they talk was when it was related to business stuff or other things of the sort. Let me just say this song... is by far my favorite, including the episode. Sure, it's got problems it's own, but this extremely accurate portrayal of what my own situation with one of my parents just stole my entire soul. Yeah I got a bit of tears about to come out, BUT NOPE! NOT TODAY! I don't ever cry during shows or movies so if I ever get teary-eyed, YOU DID SOMETHING. THAT SOMETHING BEING GOOD. This episode was emotional and connected with me on a deep level that I dont think any film has ever done to me, which is weird because I've been actively trying to find one, any one that does. Then to find it in an indie company from a creator who has achieved the dreams that I myself want to one day? That's fucking amazing.

FORESHADOWING! FROESHADOWING! FORESHADOWING! VAGGIE EX-ANGEL THEORY MUST BE CANON AND IF ITS NOT I WILL TEAR MYSELF LIMB FROM LIMB WITH A CROWBAR. LETS GO TO HEAVENNN!!! TOMORROW! BECAUSE THE DAY I PUBLISH THIS WILL BE TOMORROW(FOR YOU TODAY) BUT TOMORROW FOR YOU ILL POST THE NEXT WHAT I CAUGHT SHENANIGANS AGAIN! SEE YA!

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inkskinned · 2 years

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it's the levels of scrutiny too.

a movie that has a largely-female cast has to be well-written, well-shot, well-acted, well-advertised. people will spend 2 hours on youtube talking about a single plot hole; about a moment of bad pacing, about a singular background character's poor scripting. if there isn't something obvious, they will say - well there's nothing specifically bad, but it wasn't specifically good either.

they will turn out another all-male movie, and it's just a movie.

a book that has queer representation in it has to defy every convention of writing while also being true to traditional plot, structure, format, and pacing. it must have no boring chapters, no missteps, no awkward dialogue. it must be able to "prove" that any queer relationship "makes sense", their sparks must fly off the page and their love must be eternal. the writing must be clear and beautiful, the storyline original and fresh, the values traditional but with an undercurrent that is modern and saucy.

they will turn out another book without queer rep, where a man and woman just-fall-in-love, and it's just a book.

i am latinx. i am queer. i am nb & neurodivergent. my father said to me once: you will need to be exceptional to be just-as-good, and you will need to be beyond exceptional before they see you as just-a-person, and not your labels.

i am not beyond exceptional. i am a human person. i am skilled because i worked my ass off to be skilled.

i am currently reading a book that's so-bad-it's-good about a girl that falls in love with a vampire. i was 64% of the way through the book before she figures out tall-dark-fanged is not natural. i like books like these, i like letting myself relax while i just enjoy the read. but i do spend a lot of time wondering - would this have been published if it was about queer people? would this have gotten past the editors if the characters weren't white and sexy?

i want to write a movie about being a woman in a male space, and i want to start that movie with a 10 minute scene where the woman is lectured with the exact same whining that occurs in the youtube comments of even the trailers for those movies: "haven't we had enough diversity?" "we've had enough girl power movies" "sorry, this is just pandering. it's boring."

here's what's fucked up: it shouldn't matter, you're right. my identity shouldn't fold after my name like a battalion of stars: a cry of what i've gone through. what we all know i had to move past and through. i should just be a writer, plain and simple, without my work being shifted through with tweezers - i know everything i make, always, i am incredibly responsible for. beholden to. i don't like knowing that if i fuck up, i am also fucking up for every person like me. every person in a community i belong to.

once, back in undergrad, i wrote a short story about a girl who had been kicked by a horse. it was my first time writing about my experience with my ocd; i felt proud of it. the story was mostly about grief and slow recovery. the queerness of the main character was not important to the plot, my main character was just-queer. there wasn't even a romantic interest in it.

i remember one of my classmates being disappointed. "i just feel like you always write about girls who like girls, and i'm bored of it," he said. "you're a beautiful writer, but i'm like - oh, at some point, it's gonna be gay again." during the workshop, he folded his hands over my story and said, "and okay, i'm just going to say it. she's ocd, she's gay, she's depressed - it's a little much for me to believe is all happening to one person."

it is a little much to be that person (and more besides). i have therapy weekly, after all.

over and over, belonging to exception.

#spilled ink #poetry #prose #warm up #idk what this is #maybe more of a confession #btw the book is called crave it's OKAY #it's very straight #main character keeps being like totally okay with situations where dude is DEF #being a stalker villian #she's known him for a WEEK and shes like #'hes all that matters'#girlfriend ur parents only died a MONTH ago #there's a lot about timing in that book im like .... did this author ever have any #actually bad experiences #like main character being like ''i shouldn't cry over them it's pathetic'' a mONTH after her parents die #btw this isn't bc she's in denial/suffering/etc it's bad writing #the narrative is instead like #'' .... bc the author doesn't want to remember to discuss it''#she forgets she has a sprained ankle a lot #tbh im THIS close to saying ''fuck good writing''#and writing my OWN stupid supernatural school YA romance #and YES!!!!! IT WOULD INDEED BE GAY #''oh this school? we're all... different here....bc... of the witches??oh . i mean yeah but no actually we just really believe in a diverse

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lesbianoms · 4 months

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Fantasizing about going out on a date with an older woman who seems pure and vanilla on the surface. We end up talking about personal stuff and somehow end up on the subject of kinks.

After a while I reluctantly reveal to her that I’m into vore, and after telling her what it is her eyes widen in surprise and she just says, “oh.”

We say goodbye to each other and I go home, agonizing over the date and her mannerisms and overthinking literally everything like the gay little disaster I am.

And then I get a text. From her. And it’s a video.

I open it up and she’s standing in her bedroom, grinning warmly. She explains, “I thought about what you told me, and I wanted to do something special for you.”

She picks up a container and there’s a tiny inside, a man, who looks 0% frightened and 110% pissed off. My jaw probably drops at this point.

“Don’t ask how, but I managed to get my ex-husband shrunk down to a more… bite-sized helping.”

He looks about 4-6 inches tall, like he fits perfectly on her palm. She picks him up by the collar of his shirt, licking her lips. Her ex starts thrashing and shouting at her to let him go, put him down, how she’s a psycho and he’s glad he divorced her, etc.

She completely ignores his protests and his shouts of anger and just smiles into the camera.

“This one’s for you, sweetie~”

She lowers him towards her mouth.

“You crazy bitch! Let me go! I swear to God I’ll-”

Slurp. Her lips close around him before he can finish. I hear a loud gulp on camera and she tilts her head up as she slowly, seductively traces his shape down her throat.

Then she lifts up her shirt revealing her bare tummy. She hums softly, posing with her arms above her head, and the video is in such high quality that I’m able to see the exact moment he lands in her stomach.

She lets out a small burp, chuckling as she pats her belly. Pulling the camera close, she says in a milky purr, “Wanna listen?”

Immediately she presses her phone up to the center of her belly, and I hear the loud roar of her stomach fill my headphones. Between all the glorps and gurgles of her sexy stomach, I can hear the muffled sounds of her ex-husband’s voice. He’s cursing her, screaming at her and demanding to be let out.

“Bet you wish that was you, huh?” she asks. Her mature voice goes even lower as she teases me.

The video focuses on the close-up of her belly for a few minutes. She’s moving it every now and then so that it slowly sloshes up and down, like a belly dancer. I can hear the digestive groans of her ex inside, being felt up and squeezed by her walls. The sounds both relax me and turn me on, and being able to watch him squirm inside of her is really something else ❤️

“Come with me.”

She takes the camera with her as she walks down to the kitchen, where she opens up the fridge and takes out a bottle of wine. She places the camera on the kitchen counter, angling it so that the view is just under her belly.

I can see the writhing form of her prey as he gets churned around by her stomach walls. She uncorks the wine, pours herself a glass, lifts it up towards the camera in a toast.

“Cheers,” she says slyly, and she begins downing the glass.

I can hear the wine filling her up and entering her tummy, sloshing around inside as the wiggling lump of her ex-husband cries out. He disappears from view for a second until she pushes out her stomach, and I hear the bubbling of brewing wine mixed with the occasional groans of a liquid-filled gut. I can only imagine him sloshing around in there with the wine…

“Oh, I’m gonna feel that in the morning-”*uurrp!!*

She walks back to the bedroom, pressing the phone to her belly so that I can hear each slosh of its contents as she ascends the staircase.

“You know, I can feel that bastard struggling in there... I think he's trying to give me indigestion. Like he hasn’t already given me enough bellyaching when we were married! ... I'm sure you'd be much better behaved~"

Hearing back into the bedroom, she lays on the bed. She points the phone down at her tummy and pats it. The noises from inside are clear as day on the video.

About a minute or so of rubbing her active belly, she pulls down her jeans and tugs on the band of her underwear so that more of her lower belly is visible.

“Wanna see something cool?” she asks.

She puts the camera down with her other hand and feels around for her ex-husband, pressing down on a slightly bulging spot on her tummy.

“There he is,” she mumbles.

Then, she takes the front of her fingers and massages deep into her belly, kneading, pressing into her gut with an audible glorp.

I watch as she pushes the shape along her skin, towards her pelvis, and with a rush I realize what she’s doing. A particularly loud gurgle sounds out from her middle as she guides him down into her lower belly. I hear his muffled moaning as he shifts through her.

“Oohhh, I think he’s in my intestines now~” she says seductively.

I can see the wiggling form below her belly button, and I imagine what it must be like for him in there. So tight, and hot, and wet, and slippery… I wonder how much he’s filling out her bowels as he moves around inside…

She hums in delight and traces circles around him. His struggles pick up the pace as he seemingly tries to fight his way out of his ex-wife’s body. She squirms in pleasure, twirling the elastic band of her underwear and rubbing her lower belly with her other.

Eventually her body tires him out, and when his movements begin to slow, she pulls the elastic out and snaps it back so that it covers the bulge he makes completely. Covered by both flesh and cloth now, her belly bulge of an ex-husband whimpers faintly. His fate is sealed; her stomach gives a satisfied grumble.

Lifting the camera, she says, “Did you enjoy your surprise, honey? Ah, I hope you did. I can’t wait to see you again… and I’d love to feel you inside me. I’m still new to this whole thing, maybe you could give me some pointers. And I’m sure your cute little body would fill me riiight up~”

She looks down at her abdomen and frowns, huffs out a sigh, and finishes with, “Gotta go now, my hubby isn’t- *hic* quite agreeing with me…”

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rippersz · 6 months

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𝙎𝙞𝙭 𝙄𝙣𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙨

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(Alcina Dimitrescu and Larissa Weems Have A Conversation) (Flirty; Gay Panic; Potential Romance?) (L.W.’s POV) (Lady D is slightly OOC)

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“Thank you again, Principal Weems, for accepting my daughters. I understand you had to pull a few strings, and for that I am eternally grateful. Let’s just hope they don’t give you any issues, hm?” And a glass of red wine is then brought up to burgundy lips; prompting a hum, a sip, and finally a slow lick along white teeth.

Larissa allows herself to watch, entranced for but a moment, before she’s clearing her throat and giving the woman a polite smile.

“It was no trouble at all, Ms. Dimitrescu. And I’m sure the girls will have plenty of opportunities to flourish. I’m only glad you came before the semester started- otherwise it would have been cutting it finely,” she mused, maintaining a professional tone as best she could while her clasped hands trembled within her lap.

Something about the woman on the other side of her desk, sitting in a chair much too small, was setting Larissa on edge. Aside from the obvious prestige of her name and status, the very displacement- the shift of air- that happened when she walked into a room was astounding. The Principal felt it earlier, only in passing and for a moment, before the three rascals that accompanied her stole most of the attention away.

But here, in the flickering light of the fire and the darkness of the evening, it’s just her and Alcina Dimitrescu. Mother of three, esteemed vintner and business owner, royalty to some extent, and ex jazz musician. Larissa has some of her records in her quarters, but she won’t tell her that. Maybe one day, if they grow closer, but such thoughts are merely the wishes of a lonely woman. Desires with no basis and dreams with no end. Alcina Dimitrescu is exactly her type, yes, and she enjoys her wine, yes, and she finds her marvelously beautiful, yes, but that doesn’t matter. She has to maintain professionalism. She cannot allow the woman to see the effect she has (even though the constant smirk she wears tells Larissa that she most definitely already knows).

“Oh you have no idea how lucky I feel,” comes the deep purr of her tone. “The girls had been bugging me about Nevermore for ages. Only about a month ago did I actually start my research. And I’m glad I did.” Larissa certainly isn’t hallucinating then as sharp grey eyes slowly travel over her upper body. Roaming from her broad shoulders to her bust.

The room suddenly feels very warm. And her dress feels very restricting. But she ignores it.

Professional, professional, professional.

Even though there is nothing professional about Alcina Dimitrescu’s disposition. Oh no. The only thing that exists there is pure desire. Like the deep passionate idea of sex everyone has in their minds - except in the form of a human being. Or a… well she isn’t actually sure what she is. To the average person, at first glance, they may just assume she’s a well put-together tall woman - but Larissa is not a naive, simple woman. She has grown up around outcasts. Give her a test about outcast history, behavior, types, culture, origins, and she will pass with flying colors. Keen eyes notice the signs, the appearance, the behavior, and the things they do to cover it all up.

Like the skin.

It’s beautiful skin. Flawless skin. But painted white, when it’s actually grey. She can see it slightly- so slightly- beneath the makeup near her temple. Where beautiful bouncy black curls meet a pale forehead. She can see the smallest patch of grey. Gargoyle, is her first thought. But when she sees the teeth- stark white and normal, aside from the knife-sharp cuspids that shine in the firelight- she thinks Vampire. But then the hands… She was wearing gloves, but at some point had discarded them into her purse and is now lounging in the chair, holding her wine glass in such a delicate way that Larissa begins to envy the fucking thing. Light skin fades from the huge space of a feminine palm into the dark as midnight color of long slim fingers. They cradle the belly of the glass with a gentle touch - and Larissa catches sight of the nails. Painted black. Sharper than the average ‘accessory’. Like they’re… meant to be dangerous.

She doesn’t say anything about it though. Gargoyle, Vampire, whatever other creature, she would never ask them what their ‘type’ is. For adults with such peculiarities, it’s just not common to do so. Not to mention she’s the Principal of Nevermore Academy - and must set a good example.

…Even though there are no children present… and she is morbidly curious.

Doesn’t matter!

Nope. Not at all.

The beauty, the aura, the mystique of the woman before her will just have to remain a mystery. Even if Larissa has never seen a creature so sublime. With that silky dark hair… and those finely arched brows… and those red lips… and that soft jaw that can become oh so sharp with just a small tense of the muscles… and that nose… and those lashes… and those eyes. They swallow her whole. If she thinks she herself is intimidating, she’s wrong. Because Alcina Dimitrescu is waist-deep in the very meaning. With her sharp, easy languid smile. And her matured laugh lines. And her deep chuckles. And her stature. Broad-shouldered, muscular, with a very curvaceous and blessed figure, soft belly, and long legs. Long legs. Long fucking legs.

When she opened the door, Larissa nearly fainted.

Students and adults alike have a difficult enough job meeting her eyes. A woman standing at 6’3”, about 6’4” in kitten heels, is a thing to marvel at in the outcast and normie worlds. But the implications and awe of it all just astounds her. There are plenty of tall women in existence! Alcina Dimitrescu being one of them. Standing at 6’9”. Probably taller in the stilettos she’s wearing. 6 entire inches between them. She’s never met someone so… big. She had to control her reaction immediately, lest she be forever viewed as one of those people that can’t help but ogle. And how embarrassing that would be.

Even though there’s. Six. Inches. In. Difference.

It’s like they’re on opposite sides of the spectrum. Larissa is tall, but modest about it. She wears a low heel, she gives herself an everyday any-event style of makeup, she wears a light floral perfume, she keeps her hair short and pinned up, she stays neat and she wears work-appropriate dresses and she is still perfectly fashion forward. But ‘Ms. Dimitrescu’ is a different story. Is a bold story. Is an intoxicating story. She wears a high heel, and gives herself dark eyes, accentuates the god-given lashes, paints her lips blood red; and she wears a smoky roll-on scent that smells like spice and jasmine and white musk, and she keeps her short dark hair pulled into a tight 1950’s messy pin-curl kind of look, and she stays perfect while wearing tight grey button downs tucked into high waisted slacks. A feminine type of power suit that isn’t a power suit at all but still commands a room simply because she was just born that way.

It’s infuriatingly distracting.

Larissa has to look down at her lap so she can conjure up a proper response for the woman in front of her - who is still staring.

I think she has a habit, the Principal thinks to herself.

“As am I,” she coughs out, despising the telling husk to her words. “We are always looking for new outcasts at Nevermore. It helps us grow as a school, as a population, as a place of freedom and excitement. Do you know the estimated time of your daughters’ stay?” It wasn’t settled upon before - and Larissa needs something to distract her from the small appreciative sips Ms. Dimitrescu takes from her wine.

“That’s a very good question, Principal,” and a playful tinge slips into that naturally gorgeous expression, “Can they stay with you forever? Lord knows Mother needs a break.” And then she winks, and her red lips part into a smile, and then she takes her eyes elsewhere while Larissa quickly shifts her skin from a burning pink back into the natural peachy pale.

All she can think to do is let out a forced laugh paired with (what she hopes is) a smooth smile.

“As much as I wish they could,” Larissa breathes and puts her hands from her lap back onto the surface of the desk, “that is unfortunately unrealistic. Certain students do have that opportunity, yes, but we always encourage the young ones to get out a bit and see the world. It’s scary at first, but we also tell them that Nevermore will always be here. Should they want to come back, of course.” Is she rambling? Maybe. But her company doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, she seems quite interested. Very interested.

Staring into her bloody soul like she’s been doing since day one. Larissa’s half tempted to ask her if there’s something wrong, but she figures it’s just the way the woman is. Intense.

“I see. Well. I suppose for now, the girls will stay for the standard four years - and if there’s more to discuss down the line, we will simply cross that bridge when we come to it. Does that sound amenable to you, Principal?” Ms. Dimitrescu tilts her head, still carrying an air of arrogant amusement as she strings Larissa along.

“It sounds perfect, yes,” and if her voice dips a little in the middle of her sentence then so what?

Ms. Dimitrescu seems to enjoy it as a slow grin spreads across her cheeks. Deepening her beautiful laugh lines while she smiles with all teeth. It’s nearly embarrassing how quickly Larissa’s eyes snap to the large canines. She’s explored vampiric anatomy before - in her Nevermore days - but this is something different. This woman doesn’t seem like anything she’s seen before, and only a person with an inquisitive mind can’t help but desire more. More like a feel, maybe. Like a touch. The brush of one finger pad along the very sharp tip of one tooth. Or the flick of a sensitive tongue. Or the feeling of them skating along her neck. Or-

“Do you mind if I smoke?”

Larissa blinks.

What?

Before she can say anything, and disagree, and tell her she most certainly does mind, the woman somehow already has a quellazaire tucked between her fingers. The wine glass now sits on the desk, on a coaster, and the lit end of a cigarette is already sparkling with the glow of burning embers. It’s brought up to red lips. Pressed and held. Then taken away while the taller woman slowly tips her head back and releases a deep chest-shaking groan. The smoke curls into the air like fingers around a woman’s waist, and Larissa is utterly speechless.

“I- uh-”

That beautiful head lifts itself, and she quickly notices the challenge weaseling around through the other woman’s gaze. A veil of smoke now separates them. But that doesn’t stop her from sniffing and licking her lips and adjusting herself in her seat - right before she sets down the law.

“I’d prefer if you didn’t do that Ms. Dimitrescu. This is still a public building, a school no less, and we want to set a good example for the students.” She silently congratulates herself on her courage. Right before it’s tugged away.

“Oh?” The other woman straightens up, her back arching in a way that makes Larissa wish she could skate her fingers along the beautiful curve it makes. “I wasn’t aware there were students present. Are you somehow able to see things I’m not, Principal Weems?”

It’s a small shot of playful mockery that makes her heart rate speed up- and for a second there she thinks she sees grey eyes shooting down to her chest, like she can hear the change in rhythm, before quickly meeting her gaze again.

Larissa plasters on her most obviously placating smile while she tilts her head. If there’s one thing that pisses her off, it’s a blatant disregard for respect. Alcina Dimitrescu may be older, and more prestigious, but this is Larissa Weems’s turf. One must bow to the king they visit.

“No, Ms. Dimitrescu, unfortunately I haven’t been gifted with that particular ability,” she speaks as clearly as she can, letting the passive aggression in her words flow out from behind smiling white teeth. “But I do know that I’m not fond of inhaling second-hand smoke. And should a student walk in at this hour, I can’t imagine they’d appreciate the assault on the senses either.” Her eyebrows quirk up, silently daring the woman to fight back. Just see what happens.

But her show of authority doesn’t anger Ms. Dimitrescu in the way she thought it would. It, instead, just makes her red lips twitch while she takes her second and last inhale - before taking the cigarette out of its long holder and… burning it. Twisting it to ash. On the sensitive skin of her hand. Between the knuckles of her index and middle fingers. Creating a slow circle. Smushing it to a weird tobacco-y pulp.

Larissa’s lips part in shock.

When the ruined cigarette is pulled away, not even a mark is left. Just a small smudge of ash that Ms. Dimitrescu wipes off with her thumb.

So certainly not human. And not a Gargoyle. And not a Vampire.

She swallows, unable to speak a single word while the woman puts her quellazaire away and stands up to her full height - towering over the desk for a moment - before she’s turning around and strutting over to the fireplace. Her hips sway as she goes, and her hair bounces lightly against the base of her neck, and the mixed smell of her spiced perfume and cigarette smoke floats into Larissa’s eager lungs and honestly, she wants nothing more than to trail after her and put her hands on those strong shoulders and push her onto the sofa and demand that this woman tell her who she thinks she is. Walking around her office as if she owns the place. Pouring hubris and carrying the kind of confidence only a rich woman can have… Like Larissa isn’t doing her a favor. Like Larissa didn’t have to bargain with the board to allow the Dimitrescu children into Nevermore. Homeschooled girls with the kind of peculiarities that can only stem from faraway villages; rough in their play and sharp in their minds. Just like their mother. Whose wine every single board member drinks.

Whose wine Larissa drinks.

But that’s also something she won’t tell her.

The wine in Ms. Dimitrescu’s glass, anyway, is one Larissa had to pull out from her own liquor cabinet; after she offered a drink to the other woman, thinking she knew she meant water or sparkling cider. But she didn’t. Or she didn’t care. And once she put the bottle and the crystal glass on the desk, she instantly took the initiative and poured herself a wonderfully hefty helping of a young Zinfandel. To a regular person, that amount of wine had in such a short period of time (their session is supposed to be 45 minutes but Larissa knows it’s run over) would definitely leave them drunk without any preamble. Of course, Ms. Dimitrescu is something distinctly inhuman, and her figure is probably quite heavy with all of that muscle… and curves… and the way her belly pushes against the waistband of her slacks ever ever so slightly… and she may have eaten earlier in the day and-

Why on Earth am I thinking about this?

Larissa has to keep herself from rolling her eyes.

A confident, slightly egotistical, insanely intelligent pretty woman steps into her office and drinks some of her wine and stares into her very being and suddenly she’s unable to control herself? She lived with Morticia Addams for nearly four years! Whatever training and self-discipline she gained from that experience has just flown out the window in the face of- of- of whatever the fuck Alcina Dimitrescu is?! No. Nonsense. Unacceptable. Her professionalism still remains. The woman can push the boundaries, but she cannot take Larissa’s dignity and jurisdiction. Even if she looks unnaturally attractive standing by the fire and lazily throwing her cigarette away into the flames.

Even if her eyes, for just a moment, flash a violent gold.

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When worlds collide !! I may do other parts of this; or little one-shots with this pairing. So let me know what you think? Thank you, darlings. - Rip x

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autisticlancemcclain · 3 months

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What’s your most hated fandom characterization for each of the main 7?

hoo boy am i glad you asked. although i’m gonna be real, my issue is less with fandom characterization, because you do you i don’t give a shit, and more with how people go batty if you personally are not a fan of fanon characterizations.

like, lemme be obvious and talk about my biggest example. i am a brown eyed lance truther. we know this. the amount of weirdo comments, weirdo DMs, and weirdo asks i get is atrocious. i post a lot of them bc they’re so stupid they’re funny but the amount of people per week that tell me to kill myself is lowkey wild. the amount of people that love to say some variation of “i liked your fic but you ruined it by making lances eyes brown! his eyes are blue!” and i’ve checked other brown eyed truther’s fics — either they delete their comments better than me, or they do not get the same thing. idk what the deal is lol.

i will concede to the point that i’m a contrarian and annoying about it, but a list of the following non-fanon headcanons/characterizations i hold that have been commented on in some derisive way:

- bitchy hunk (lol)

- non “cinnamon roll too pure and baby and good for this world” hunk*

- allura is a good character (🤡)**

- allura is a sweetheart

- allura is not a drill sergeant

- kuron was a good iteration of shiro

- red paladin lance/black paladin keith/blue paladin allura

- retired shiro

- pidge is not cruel

- pidge is not an infant and can handle things a regular 14-15 year old can handle

- small details are irrelevant (think lances family, exact prekerb details, etc)

- keith gyeong and lance sanchez

- fucking brown eyed lance. i’m saying it again

- tall keith

- non omega keith***

- readmores

- autistic lance

- adhd keith

- non asshole/cruel keith

- comphetting gay lance****

- shallura

- bi shiro, demi keith, essentially any sexuality headcanon that isn’t mainstream

- hunk who isn’t food obsessed

- that’s about it

*stop infantilising hunk

**the allura hate is ridiculous and largely rooted in anti-Blackness. it should not be a fight to say that she had a reason to feel betrayed by keith’s heritage, that she did not “get in the way” of klance, that her death was stupid and ridiculous, that she is often pushed over in favour of klance (not as in she’s less popular, but that her/her death are used as a plot device to further klance), and that she is as interesting, nuanced, and multifaceted as the rest of them.

***people, inevitably, feminize characters in fandoms (largely because many people in fandom are young women, i know i feminize characters simply bc i’m making them like me and i’m feminine lol), and my issue is that people (in the general sense, not everybody) love to feminize keith and then get really mad if anyone else is feminized. this is not about fem or trans woman keith btw. this is about people omega-ifying him and then losing their MINDS if i don’t share that headcanon.

****i literally only wrote this once and then never again because people lost their minds. but as much as i love bi lance, i think it’s interesting that usually, when we see “boy crazy” or “girl crazy” characters, especially if they have a lot of chemistry or homoerotic tension with a same-gender character, people are like oh ya that’s comphetting. that character is desperately trying to outrun the gay thoughts. but with lance, who was definitely girl crazy and cared more about having a girlfriend than actually dating and falling in love (think “mrs blue lion” — he didn’t give a fuck about who he was marrying, so long that it was a girl), calling him gay will have people saying you’re erasing bisexuality. as if he was not fucking straight in the show. so.

sorry this is so bitter and ranty lol. been in a mood

#and have been wanting to complain about this specifically for months #so thank u for that #longpost #vld headcanons #rant #ask

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softshrimpy · 9 months

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How To Woo A Hot Principal

Step 7: Fall Further in Love, Cause You're Gay

Summary: Working at the weathervane was exactly what you needed. The routine, the people, your co-workers. It certainly helped that a certain tall, blonde, fucking gorgeous woman happened to frequent the cafe. Now some may call hopelessly flirting with your customers inappropriate behavior.

But truly, when it came to Larissa Weems, who could blame you?

Guess whos no longer sicc! Anyway, enjoy soft central with a hint of plot building and a dash of foreshadowing. I hope you enjoy 🦐✨

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Chapter 6 Cross Posted on AO3 here

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You were so comfy right now, holy shit. You were lying on a heavenly bed. Your head was resting on the softest, warmest pillow you had ever had the pleasure of laying your head upon. You snuggle your head closer freezing when you feel your pillow breathe.

Oh holy shit

You peek one eye open, lifting your head slightly. You’ve had your head resting on Larissa’s chest, your entire body resting atop hers with your legs intertwined. Her face is bare, the sunlight shining on the side of her face making her look even more ethereal than she usually does.

You grin up at her before gently extricating yourself from her limbs. You manage to get up without waking her and manage to keep yourself from tripping over your own feet. You pick up a shirt that was hanging over the chair at her vanity (she has a vanity, she’s so fancy), slipping it on before making your way to the kitchen.

She has a small kitchen attached to her rooms which you have to basically ransack to find mugs, coffee and hot chocolate. You finish making your drinks, humming to yourself softly. You’re halfway through the bedroom door when you notice Larissa sitting up, the covers bunched up around her, her head in her hands.

“Larissa?” You ask, rushing over to her.

“Oh shit fuck wait-“ you panic, nearly spilling your drink all over yourself.

She looks up at your, her eyes wet with unshed tears. She takes you in, doing your best to balance the mug you nearly dropped, dressed in her shirt, looking at her with so much concern.

You put the mugs on her bedside table, hovering over her nervously.

“Uhm I- is it okay if I touch you? Are you okay?” You ask.

“I- I’m sorry.” She laughs, wiping her eyes. “I just- you weren’t here when I woke up and-“

“Oh…oh gods I am so sorry.” You apologize, grabbing her hands. “I-I would never just leave you. You’re far too lovely for that.”

She smiles up at you, squeezing your hands before looking away.

“I must seem so silly, crying over something so trivial.” She whispers.

“I once cried when a cat looked at me and walked away.” You reply.

She laughs at that, pressing a kiss to your hand.

“I’m serious! It was a tabby and I did the whole pspspspsps and it just walked away! I was devastated.”

She snorts ducking her head and pulling you onto her lap. You squeak, bracing yourself by grabbing her shoulders. She presses a kiss to your neck, burying her face into it.

“Mmm you look absolutely delicious in my clothes.” She mumbles.

“I feel like you’re not taking my pain seriously here.” You hum, scratching at the base of her head.

“No no I’m listening darling…” she hums, pressing more kisses to your neck.

You tilt your head back, running your hand up her spine and humming.

“Are you feeling okay pretty lady?” You ask softly.

“Mmm..” she all but purrs into your neck.

“Do you want your coffee?”

“Mmm…”

“You know you have to remove your face from my neck to drink your coffee?”

She groans at that, pressing one last kiss to your neck before leaning back and reaching for her coffee. You two sit there, wrapped in each other (and Larissa’s soft comforter), sipping your coffee. It’s so domestic and soft and everything you’ve ever dreamed of.

Until you notice the fucking massive headache that you had been ignoring until now. You wince putting your coffee down and reaching up to rub your forehead.

“Are you okay darling?” She asks, reaching up to cup your face.

“Mm. Just a headache. I have no idea why thou- oh wait…” you murmur.

“Darling?”

“Ahhhh I forgot to take my drugs.”

“Your what now?”

“Oh no it’s not- I have prescription medication I have to take every morning otherwise I get all headachey and lightheaded.” You reassure her.

“Oh. Oh, that’s- darling I’m sorry I-“ she stammers.

“Nope. Shhhhhh. None of that,” you start, “nothing to apologize for. I regret absolutely nothing and would rather suffer a hundred headaches than not be here with you.”

“You’re sure you’ll be okay darling?” She blushes, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

“Mhm, I’ll just take it easy today. I don’t have work anyway so it shouldn’t be a problem.” You hum.

“So I have my pretty barista all to myself today?” She purrs, pulling you flush against her.

“You are absolutely insatiable,” you giggle before rushing forward to kiss her.

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“YOU ABSOLUTE LEGEND. YOU ACTUALLY SLE-“

You slap your hand over James’ mouth, mortified he would be so vocal about your sex life.

“Yes, okay calm down you fucking degenerate.” You hiss, smacking him.

“I’m so proud of you, you spunky little bottom.” He smirks. “And Tyler owes me 20 bucks.”

“You took a bet with Tyler about my sex life?”

“Yes. You know I’ll literally do anything for money.”

You sigh at him, shaking your head. The three of you are getting the cafe ready for Outreach day. You had been leaving Nevermore when Larissa mentioned it to you, explaining how the kids would work in the town for half the day as a way of “bettering normie-outcast relations.” She seemed really excited for it so you internally vowed to be the kindest fucker on the face of this planet.

You had been briefing the boys on how they needed to behave and how you would not hesitate to fuck them up if they were rude(they were both adamant they wouldn’t be and then made fun of you for making such an effort for your girlfriend), when in walked three kids in Nevermore uniforms. One of them, wearing super cool shades, made a beeline for you.

“Your Principal Weems girlfriend right?” She asked, stopping rather closely in front of you.

“Uhm well-“

“Trick question: I saw you leave her rooms the other day.” She grins. “I’m Yoko.”

“It’s- it’s great to meet you, Yoko,” you manage, doing your best to keep your face from burning. “Uh…You want me to show you how to use the fucked up coffee machine?”

“Sweet.” She nods.

You spend the next hour or so teaching Yoko how to make different kinds of coffee. She was surprisingly good at it and really quick to learn. She was also, much to your dismay, pretty good at making late art.

“You’re going to put me out of a job if you continue like this.” You joke.

“Maybe I will,” she deadpans, “maybe I’ll start a vampire cafe. We would put you out of business.”

“Damn Yoko. I thought we were bonding. I can’t believe you would betray me like this.” You cry, wiping away fake tears.

“Nah I’d hire you, you’re chill. You smell kinda like a vampire actually…” she trails off.

“I smell…like…a vampire?” You ask.

She sniffs you, making a face before poking your upper lip. “You don’t have fangs though…strange…”

“I uhh use vanilla deodorant?” You try.

“No…that’s not it…” she murmurs, “Weird…”

The two of you stand there, Yoko studying you and you feeling awkward as anything. She’s broken out of her investigation by two other students entering the cafe, one of them being Enid. The two catch Yoko's attention and, after saying goodbye to you, she runs off with the two of them. Before you can have an internal crisis about what Yoko was talking about Larissa walks in, looking radiant and ethereal as ever.

You lean against the counter, grinning at her in a way you can only assume made you look like a lovesick puppy due to the two “awws” you receive from behind you. You flip both of them the bird before Larissa arrives in front of you.

“Hi pretty lady.” You hum, smiling up at you.

“Hello darling,” she grins. “I’ll take one hot chocolate please.”

“For here or to go?”

“For here.” She hums, looking you up and down. “I don’t suppose you could join me?”

“I would literally love nothing more.” You grin, taking off your apron.

“Are you seriously going to make us make you and your girlfriend hot chocolate?” James scoffs earning a snort from Tyler.

“Isn’t that what you’re here for?” You joke, sliding into the booth across from Larissa.

You notice she’s sitting super straight, her shoulders tense. She’s fiddling with her fingers and she’s blushing bright red. You’re mentally trying to figure out why she looks so embarrassed when it finally clicks.

“Uhm Larissa?” You start. “I know we never really spoke about it. And I mean I probably should’ve brought it up before I just let people say stuff. And I mean you may not even want to be together that way and I shouldn’t have assumed-“

“Darling take a breath.” She soothes, reaching across the table to grab your hands mid wild gesture.

You do as she says, squeezing her hands.

“Sorry…I just really really like you. And I uhm. Would it be okay if- that is to say would you-“

She laughs, a sound that makes your heart race and you barely suppress the urge to swoon. She’s looking at you with such a soft look and her beautiful blue eyes.

“Are you asking me to be your girlfriend?” She smirks and god it’s so hot this is unfair.

“I- well. Yes.” You mumble.

“I would love nothing more darling.”

And just like that you are the happiest person in the world. You’re almost certain you giggle and blush like a goddamn schoolgirl. Tyler drops off your drinks, winking at you and raising his brows. You sit and chat for a bit when Mayor Walker enters. He chats with Larissa, essentially ignoring you and it pains you to see how much she has to suck up to him.

They chat for a while, you’re not paying that much attention. A few moments later Marylin enters, ordering herself something at the counter (probably her usual matcha latte) before making her way over to the three of you.

“Fancy seeing you here stranger.” She grins.

“Marylin! It’s so nice to see you again. How’s the greenhouse?” You ask.

“Really well actually! Not to toot my own horn but my nightshades are doing quite well for this time of year.”

The two of you chat for a while, Marylin laughing at your dry humour and resting her hand on your shoulder.

“Mayor Walker, this is Marylin Thornhill.” Larissa says, interrupting your conversation with the redhead and gesturing to the woman in question, “In the spirit of outreach, she's Nevermore's first normie teacher.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” Marilyn smiles.

The four of you chat for a while, Larissa shooting Marylin a look every time she laughs at one of your jokes. Eventually, the mayor leaves to get ready for the ceremony and Marylin leaves to gather the students. You’re standing with Larissa at the door when she suddenly pulls you incredibly close and grips your chin between her sinfully long fingers.

“Darling, I have had such a wonderful time with you today,” she purrs.

You feel your face heat exponentially, feeling flustered by both her sultry tone and her proximity.

“Uhm uh no-no problem! I aim to please.”

“And what a good job you do of that, hm?”

You’re sure if you weren’t basically leaning against her you probably would’ve collapsed at her words. She’s honestly looking at you like she wants to eat you (which you are never opposed to). A group of students, led by Marylin pass by, the woman sending you a bright smile and a wave.

You half expect her to let you go, put some distance between the two of you. But to your utter delight, she decides to double down on her affection, pressing a kiss to your forehead and then your lips. You stare up at her, wide-eyed and so in love.

“What was that for?” You whisper.

“Am I not allowed to kiss my girlfriend just because?” She hums, pressing another kiss to your cheek.

“No! You totally can! I just- well with all the students around I just thought maybe you- I mean you have this image as like the principal and all-“ you explain, feeling warm all over.

“Well, I care far less about maintaining a reputation than I do about making sure you know exactly how I feel about you.” She grins.

“And perhaps ensuring no one gets any ideas about trying to seduce you.” She mumbles afterwards.

You giggle at that, stretching up to press a kiss to her cheek. You poke her nose gently, smirking up at her.

“Larissa Weems, do I detect jealousy in your tone?” You tease.

“I-I do not get jealous.” She huffs, her cheeks gaining a pink tinge.

“Sure you don’t,” you chuckle, “so I guess you wouldn’t mind me hanging out with Marylin during your fancy ceremony?”

“Absolutely not-“

“AHA!”

“…Perhaps you may have been the slightest bit correct in your assumption…” She sighs, blushing and looking anywhere but at you.

“Well, it’s a good thing I only have eyes for you then, isn’t it?”

She pauses for a moment, gaping down at you, but then she fucking beams, looking so fucking happy you wish you could freeze this moment and have her this happy for eternity.

“Mm, I don’t think anyone could ever be as stunning and goddamn enthralling as you. So I guess you’re stuck with me.” You finish, smiling dopily up at her.

“You really are delightful darling.” She hums “Whatever did I do to deserve you…”

“You’ll never believe it, you actually just existed.” You finish with a fake gasp. “Now go do your fancy ceremony, pretty lady.”

She snorts, pressing one last kiss to your lips before letting you go. She then saunters off towards the town square and you do shamelessly stare at her ass for as long as you can. You’re broken from your admittedly unholy thoughts by James slapping his hand onto your shoulder.

“Come on whore, let’s go watch your girlfriend's special ceremony.”

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The statue exploded.

If you were honest, the statue was awfully ugly and it exploding wasn’t a terrible loss. But you would not express these thoughts to Larissa who was currently angrily looming over her fireplace.

When the explosion had happened you had freaked the fuck out before immediately searching for Larissa. She had, thank the gods, been unharmed by the explosion. You ran to check up on her, fussing over her as she assured you she was fine.

She had been, and there is really no better way to put this, absolutely fucking livid. You hadn’t understood why until you noticed Wednesday, sitting playing her cello while everyone else ran screaming.

So now, right after Larissa had spent a good 15 minutes yelling at the girl before she left, you decided voicing your opinion on the shittiness of the destroyed statue was not a good idea.

“This is an absolute disaster.” She murmurs.

“It’ll be okay. The statue-“

“This isn’t about the bloody statue!” She yells, whipping around to face you. “It’s about what this does to our reputation! All the work I’ve put in to make things better with the townspeople, with the normies, all of it destroyed because of one selfish brooding teenager!”

You flinch at her yelling, shrinking back into the couch a bit. She notices, freezing and shrinking a little into herself. She opens her mouth to speak before clearing her throat.

“I-I’m sorry. I…” she starts, turning back to face the fireplace. “Maybe it would be best if you went home for the night. You shouldn’t have to- you shouldn’t have to deal with me like this.”

You stand up at that, quickly walking over to her and gently coaxing her to turn around with your hands on her hips. When she finally faces you, she looks so ashamed. There are tears gathering in her gorgeous blue eyes and your heart cracks a little.

“You’re allowed to be upset honey.” You start, making sure to look her in the eye. “I will admit, the yelling scared me a little- but! But it’s okay because you’ve had a fucking awful afternoon. And I know how hard you’ve worked on getting the townspeople to be less stupid and bigoted towards you. You put in so much hard work and you are making a difference. And today was probably a setback, yes, but that doesn’t mean all your hard work goes away okay? You’re so incredible, Larissa. I can’t- I don’t know how to explain how inspiring you are with your passion and care for your students and this school.”

You notice her chin wobbling a bit as she swallows and wipes at her eyes to try stop the tears from falling. She’s terribly unsuccessful at it but you don’t mention that, reaching up to wipe her cheeks for her.

“So today was fucked. And that sucks. And if you want to cry or yell or scream, I’ll be here the whole time. But remember that you are amazing and a fucking genius. So tomorrow we can worry about the angry people and the mayor, and all that stuff. But tonight, I want you to feel all the awful feelings you’re having and then you’re going to come with me to bed and cuddle my brilliant ass all night long. Okay?”

She laughs, a watery sad sound that squeezes your heart. You lead her to the couch, sitting down and pulling her into your lap. She buries her head in your neck, her tears soaking into your skin. You hold her for a long while, letting her cry and curl into you. Every now and again she hiccups something between her sobs. You just sit with her, running your hand through her hair and pressing kisses to the crown of her head between reassurances.

Eventually, she runs out of tears, taking a shuddering breath as she sits up breathing deeply. She looks awfully small at this moment, her eyes red-rimmed and her face wet from her tears. You cup her cheek with your hand, pressing a kiss to her nose. She scrunches her nose cutely at the sensation and you resist the urge to coo at her.

“Shall we go to bed, my pretty lady?” You ask softly.

She nods, standing from your lap and helping you up. You walk her to her room, helping her take down her hair and wipe off her makeup. You do make corny jokes every now and again earning cute smiles and soft laughter from the blonde. When you’re both settled in her bed, you on your back with her laying on top of you (you don’t mention how the weight of her on you feels so comforting you want to cry about it.) she speaks.

“Thank you for- for everything, darling.” She whispers, nuzzling into your chest.

“It really was my pleasure hon. I would do it again in a heartbeat.” You whisper back, wrapping your arm around her waist. The two of you fall asleep that way, Larissa’s head on your chest, your arms wrapped around her, thinking of how absolutely in love you are with this woman.

#HTWAHP #larissa weems x reader #larissa weems #principal weems #wednesday #principal weems x reader #larissa x reader

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suckerforcate · 1 year

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Hello! I love your so writing so much!

Can you please do a student reader x Larissa? It doesn't have to be romantic but reader have those tiny crush on our principal (At least one student have a crush on Larissa I refuse to believe there's none 😭)

A student reader who purposely misbehaves just to be in the office and Larissa knows about it but would let them talk and have casual talk and even teasing about their little crush! Just pure fluff! Thanks!

Crush

Pairing: Larissa Weems x student!reader (platonic)

Word Count: 838

Warning: none (?)

A/n: I loved writing this!! It's really sweet, hope you like it! <3

Your principle had literally been your gay awakening. But who could blame you? She was a tall, goddess woman. It was just natural to have a crush on her.

Additionally, you just really liked spending time with her, she was an amazing talking partner and really intelligent, she just gave the beat advice (and the best hugs).

It occurred to you that it be easiest to spend time with her, if you started being about little troublemaker. So you did, often missing periods or doing little pranks. Your grades didn't get worse, of course not, you still studied. And, just how you had predicted it, you were called to her office every time.

Larissa on the other hand, didn't miss your little crush on her. It was so darn obvious, it nearly hurt. You didn't even try to hide it. The situation wasn't easy for her, she didn't want to get your hopes up, but if you continued this behaviour she needed to call you to her office. It was her responsibility.

So she decided to talk to you about it, she was well aware that a conversation like that was probably highly embarrassing for the student, even though she had never needed to have such a conversation before. There was a first time for everything, right?

She didn't have to wait very long, until you entered her office again. This time, you had missed nearly the whole day. Only having went to botanic classes, because that was your favourite.

You entered, a happy smile already on your lips.

"Sit down, (Y/n). I believe, we have to talk." She was unusually serious, her face not giving away anything. Normally you could read her like a book, all of the spent time together had taught you that.

You sat down, a little nervous now. The smile having slipped your face.

"I know, that we can not choose who we fall in love with or even who we have a crush on, so I'm not mad. And I am flattered, even though I don't quite understand why you'd have a crush on me..." you interrupted her.

"Why not? You're simply amazing." You knew she didn't believe you, as said, you could easily read her.

"Well, thank you. But what I wanted to say, is that I hope you know and understand, that this can not work. A relationship is unimaginable and absolutely inappropriate. I'm sorry." You were fast to clarify, eyes never leaving hers.

"Oh, I know. And I never imagined, there would happen anything. I'm okay with that. I simply want to spend some time with you, talk, laugh, you know? I'm quite happy, whenever I'm around you." You could see Larissa relax, relieved that you were so reasonable. She shot you a gentle smile.

After that, it was much easier. You didn't have to make problems to see her, you were welcome to spend tome with her any time. It made you so happy, because you felt that you did form a kind of friendship.

You were totally comfortable in the friendship and Principle Weems even teased you about your crush from time to time.

She knew how flustered you could get, when she towered over you, so she made sure to do exactly that if she saw you in the hall.

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"How is my favourite student doing?" You had to look up to see her smirk, very well knowing what she was doing. Your cheeks turned red in seconds, and you playfully slapped her arm.

"Stop that, you know what that does to me." She laughed.

"Do I?" She asked innocently and left you standing there, a blushing mess.

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In return, you made sure to, respectfully, show her why you would have a crush on her. You often complimented her, got her flowers on her birthday and showed real interest in her life and what she told you.

Nothing ever happened between the two of you, but a beautiful friendship had blossomed. Possibly one for life.

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A funny extra that I thought of:

You had long left school and still maintained the friendship with Larissa. You had visited her and sat in her office catching up on the newest things.

"You know, that you were my absolute gay awakening?" Larissa nearly choked on her wine.

"I'm sorry, what?" You just had to laugh, she looked incredibly funny like this. Shocked and still coughing over the wine.

"Well you know that I had a crush on you. And you were kind of my first girl crush, I saw you, and I was like: damn. You're tall and hot. Still are. That made me seriously question things." You looked at Larissa, she had a lopsided grin on her face.

"What?" You asked, already giggling. At that she couldn't hold it in anymore, she burst our laughing. So did you. It was a mess, anytime you looked at each other, you just laughed more.

Neither if you were of any use for the rest of the evening.

#gwendoline christie #gwendoline christie x reader #larissa weems #larissa weems x reader #larissa weems x you #larissa x reader #wednesday #wednesday netflix #wednsday addams #principle weems

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helloslytherinstuff · 1 year

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And They Were Roommates

TRIGGER WARNING: CONTAINS SELF-HARM

Xavier Thorpe was many things. He was an artist a friend and to her, the most annoying person to ever exist. And newest of all, her roommate.

The day they found out should have been the worst in their lives. They hated each other after all. Right?

Months have passed since Y/N Addams crossed the threshold of Nevermore alongside her cousin Wednesday. The first weeks at the academy were spent dealing with the Hyde and their subsequent stand-off against Crackstone. Not that she did much. It was Wednesday’s work really. But she liked to think she helped at least a little bit.

Yet, despite everything, she liked attending Nevermore, and unlike her cousin, she was able to show it. She liked her new friends, and she liked not feeling like a complete outcast. Still, even despite that no one except her cousin and Enid knew about her power.

Ands so, when the next term started, she was happy to return.

The day had been perfect. The morning was gloomy, and fog was rolling underneath the wheels of the family carriage-like car.

“Oh girls, are you happy to return?” Morticia asked her daughter and niece.

“I am not feeling dreadful. Mother.”

“Wednesday is just delighted to see Enid again,” Y/N snickered, feeling a wave of irritation and embarrassment roll of her cousin. She gave her a wide grin.

“Just like you cannot wait to see Xavier Thorpe again,” Wednesday retorted, and the girl’s grin faltered.

“Look at that Tish! Young love.”

Both girls turned to Gomez giving him identical glares, as Thing was shaking with laughter. The girls exchanged a look, instead opting to spend the rest of the ride in silence.

…

She received invitation to the new headmaster’s office right after her arrival to Nevermore. Y/N groaned internally as she climbed the stairs, having left her friends behind. Knocking on the door, she quickly entered the office, stopping dead in her tracks when she saw him. The tall form of Xavier Thorpe was sitting right next to the only open chair in the room.

She saw him roll his eyes as he looked back at the new headmaster, who was a young woman with blonde hair and green eyes. she wondered what her powers were.

“You can’t be serious Ms Goodwill!” the boy hollered, and Y/N shot him a glare.

“Be serious about what?” she asked ignoring the feeling of irritation seething from him.

“Miss Addams, I am going to make this explanation quick. We have a shortage of rooms, and since neither of you has a roommate, you will be living together this year.

The girl’s eyes grew wide before she broke out into a laughing fit.

“Oh, you are being serious?”

“I told you she is a moron!”

“Hey! I happen to have an IQ of…”

Xavier threw a pen at her, hitting her square in the face.

“Oh no, you did not just…”

“Miss Addams stop with these antics. Mr Thorpe, please take Miss Addams to your room. Her things have already been moved there.”

“My ancestors must be rolling over in their graves. This is bound to go wrong,” she muttered, following Xavier to their new room.

…

“Well, this is it Addams,” he gestured to the half empty room. His side was decorated with many, many pictures, all of them his work. She was sure that if she wanted, she would find pictures of her cousin. Her very, very gay cousin.

Nothing has changed since the time she and Wednesday had snooped in there.

Instead, she turned back to Xavier, looking him up and down before staring right into his eyes.

“Come on, Thorpe, cannot we at least be on first name basis?” she asked grabbing her journal and a pen, needing to vent.

“What even is your name?” he asked, causing the girl to feel a pang in her chest, a hurt expression momentarily crossing her face.

Xavier must have noticed as his eyes widened and he started again, “No, I know it’s N/N.”

“N/N?” she asked, startled at the use of that form of her name.

“Well Y/N. I am not that big of a douche.”

“Good to know,” she said dryly. “You are very disappointed, aren’t you?”

“Why?” he asked looking puzzled.

“You got put with the wrong Addams cousin.”

“Oh, come on, I know she is gay,” he grinned.

The girl’s eyes widened. “How do you know?”

“The tension between her and Enid can be cut with a knife.”

Y/N let out a laugh. One of those rare genuine ones, that reached her eyes. it made the boy smile too.

“Well, I am still sorry for having to share a room with me. I know you are disappointed.”

“How would you know that?” he knitted his brows together.

“Well, I assume you would find out anyway. I am an empath,” she looked him straight in the eye, waiting for his reaction.

“An Addams family empath?”

“Ironic, right?”

They locked their eyes, looking at each other for a while, before bursting out laughing. She noted that she did not mind the sound of his laughter.

“Well, Y/N, you might not be such a horrid roommate as I thought.”

…

Weeks have passed since the term began, and the two seemed to finally be getting along. They fell into routine. While he drew, she journaled. While he slept, she was worried about his nightmares. While she studied, he made butterflies sit on her nose making her sneeze.

“How’s your situation with Xavier going?” Enid asked her friend while brushing Wednesday’s, who was her new girlfriend, hair.

“Well, we do not fight anymore s that might be an improvement,” she mumbled, a pink tint creeping to her cheeks.

“You like him,” Wednesday said piercing her cousin with a knowing look.

“I am afraid so,” the girl muttered shifting her gaze down, as the blonde girl let out an excited squeal. Yet, they did not get a chance to discuss anything as a loud banging on the door interrupted them.

She felt him before she saw him, his anger prominent as his voice carried in.

“Addams open up!”

“I am not emotionless. I crave physical touch and love cuddli…”

The banging stopped momentarily; the silence being interrupted only by Enid’s giggle.

“You know that’s not what I meant!”

Y/N opened the door, not realizing how close to the door he was standing. Her breath hitched in her throat.

“Hi,” she breathed out, hearing a groan from Wednesday.

“Y/N where is my sketchbook?”

The girl’s brows knitted together as she glanced back at Enid and Wednesday.

“Uhm, how am I supposed to know that?”

“You are the only one who lives in my room,” the boy jabbed his finger at her.

“Our room,” she muttered.

“I do not believe my cousin has taken it. She will gladly help you find it though.”

“Oh, and how am I supposed to do that?”

“I don’t know, maybe return it?” he barked at her.

“She will help you, right Y/N?” said Enid, pushing her out of the door. The girl stumbled as the door closed behind her, hitting Xavier’s chest, and felt heat rush to her face as he wrapped his arm around her waist, steadying her up.

Now up close, she could feel him seething, his anger causing him distress. And so, she laid her hand on his chest, taking in a deep breath, sending a wave of calm over him. The change was immediate. His shoulders relaxed, a small smile playing on his lips as he looked down at her.

“What… what did you just do?”

“Well, I tried to calm you down a bit,” she looked down avoiding his eyes.

Xavier took a step back, his hand leaving her waist, leaving her feeling cold. She watched his gaze harden.

“You have been manipulating me,” he accused her. “After Bianca I thought…”

“What? No!”

“You must have. That is why my feelings… why they have changed. It is all your fault. You made me feel this way.”

“No Xavier I did not. What are you even talking about?” the girl tried to defend herself.

“Forget about the sketchbook, I will find it myself. Just… never speak to me again.”

Xavier left her standing right in front of Wednesday’s room, as tears welled in her eyes. she knew she had to return to her room, being sure Xavier had gone to his shed.

…

She had been pacing their room for hours, looking for his sketchbook. It did not take her long; she had realised she really did have it. Y/N must have mistaken it for her journal.

Having done what, she was supposed to do, she looked at the clock. It had been an hour after curfew and Xavier still had not returned. He must have been sleeping in his shed. It left her feeling numb but at the verge of tears at the same time. She had hurt him. She had to punish herself.

After another half an hour had passed before she decided he will not be coming back. And so, she ruffled through her nightstand, pulling out the sharp razor head before sitting on her bed.

She put the razor to her forearm, making small shallow cuts as tears began clouding her vision. She was very particular about cutting, deep enough to hurt, shallow enough not to draw blood. That way it did not count. It was not self-harm if there was no blood drawn. She counted to thirteen between each and every cut, making herself feel the full extent of the pain.

Her shoulders shook with sobs as her vision became completely blurry, her nose running. The razor was discarded on her nightstand when she heard the door open. She quickly tried to pull her sleeves down, wiping her tears away.

“What were you doing Y/N?” came Xavier’s voice from the direction of the door.

“No… nothing,” her voice came out shaky.

“Hand it over,” he extended his hand out.

��“Hand what over?”

“Don’t act dumb. Give me the razor,” he said gently, as a wave of unfamiliar feeling washed over him, causing her to knit her brows as she handed the sharp object over.

“Is it the only one you have?”

She nodded her head, avoiding his gaze.

Xavier disappeared into the bathroom, flushing the razor down the toilet, grabbing a first aid kit. Silently, he took her hands in his, gently rolling her sleeves up. It took him mere minutes to wrap her arms in fresh gauze before he stalked over to her dresser, pulling out a pair of pyjamas.

“Go get changed.”

And she did, scared of what he would say, knowing that night was not over yet. When she walked out of the bathroom, she saw him sitting on his bed, changed into a pyjama of his own, his sketchbook in hand.

“I am sorry. I mistook it for my journal.”

“It’s fine. Come over here N/N,” he patted the place next to him as he lied down, pulling the covers of to let her slip in.

She lied down next to him, awkwardly looking around, until she felt his arms around her waist, as he pulled her to rest against his chest. Her heart was beating so fast she was scared he could feel it.

And he could. Her heartbeat against his chest was the only thing keeping him sane at that moment. Xavier looked down at the girl, holding her tighter.

“First thing next morning, we are getting you into therapy. Second thing, you will never leave my sight again, understood.”

“Mhm,” she said sleepily, exhausted from the events of that day, nestling into the boy’s chest, nuzzling her head into the crook of his neck.

“Good night, Love,” he whispered into her hair, planting a kiss on the top of her head.

#xavier thrope imagine #xavier x reader #xavier thrope fanfic #angst #fluff #xavier thorpe #xavier thorpe x reader

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broadwaydivastournament · 1 month

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Broadway Divas Tournament: Round 1C

Two-time Tony-winning dancer-extraordinaire Bebe Neuwirth (1958) is best known for her winning role as Velma Kelly in Chicago (1996) alongside her beloved Annie Reinking. After playing Velma off-and-on for some years, she then took on Roxie, and later Matron "Mama" Morton. Bebe has also won for Sweet Charity (1986), and is a two-time Emmy winner for, of course, Lilith in Cheers. Other credits include Here Lies Jenny (2004), Fosse (2001), and Cabaret (2024), opening next month. In addition to her beloved stage, Bebe is a devoted cat-lover, and activist. She founded the Dancers' Resource program to provide support for injured and/or aging dancers.

Stalwart theatre veteran Laurie Metcalf (1955) is also a two-time Tony winner and four-time Emmy winner. Her consecutive Tony wins for A Doll's House, Part 2 (2017) and Three Tall Women (2018) places her on an elite list of just six other performers (including fellow Diva Judith Light). She has also appeared in Misery (2015), Hillary and Clinton (2019), and Grey House (2023), an experimental horror play that ultimately flopped. (And I have opinions on that.)

PROPAGANDA AND MEDIA UNDER CUT: ALL POLLS HERE

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"Let me be abundantly clear. Bebe Neuwirth is my ultimate Diva. It may be stiff competition, but she wins the bracket of my heart every time. I would follow this woman to the end of the earth and back. I love everything about her from her cats, to her giggle, to her exquisite grey hair. I so admire any woman who chooses to age gracefully and without resentment, and Bebe's really settled into this adorable cozy old cat lady life. Back in the day, it was all stiletto heels and tight little black dresses and yes, that was very sexy. But now she's enjoying the comforts of flat sturdy boots, massive sweaters with cute little cats on them, glasses on chains, and divine grey hair. Gorgeous, yes. Talented, fuck yes. This woman has music in her bones and not even three hip surgeries can steal it away. I love her."

"Oh, Bebe Neuwirth? Love of my life, champion of my soul? Her legs are simply to die for. Not convinced? Search up When Velma Takes the Stand on YouTube and feast your eyes. You’ll be watching clips of her entire Broadway career next, trust me. She is truly a powerhouse of a woman, and one of Bob Fosse’s greatest interpreters." Propaganda submitted by anon "V"

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"The pandemic robbed us of many things, but for our purposes here, the greatest loss to theatre was the revival of Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf starring Laurie Metcalf. During the dinner scene, so I'm told by the gays on twitter, she came out in a sheer white blouse and black bra, and I am devastated we didn't get her unhinged Martha. She would have done Uta Hagen and Elaine Stritch proud."

Bonus poll in the tags/comments: Tell me who you think wins in a fight? Lilith from Cheers/Frasier, or Jackie from Rosanne. If you're too young to know what I'm talking about, what are you doing here?

#broadwaydivastournament #broadway divas #broadway #theatre #tournament poll #bebe neuwirth #laurie metcalf #round 1c #this poll is designed to hurt everyone old enough to have watched 80s/90s sitcoms #funnily enough both characters were heavily queercoded so i think they should just date each other wouldn't that be fun? (or disastrous)

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I love the concept that we anons with our silly little gay thoughts are just little gay baby birds telling you, our collective mother bird, where best to find gay little worms and you've just gotta go "y'all are great but I can't go gay worm catching 24/7, I gotta do nonspecific oriented worm catching as well" the nonspecific oriented worm catching being y'know functioning outside of the ga ys

Also, unrelated, what kind of bird would you claim yourself to be? Out of curiosity, totally won't try to gather the spoons and gull to draw fanart of this idea I had of just harpy bird tattoo woman and their flock of gay flag wielding birdlings AND have the further gull to send said theoretical fanart for one of the coolest artists I know of and enjoy the content of

HAHSFFDG THIS IS SO CUTE I didn’t even think of it like that!!!!!!!!! IDK if I’m qualified at ALL to be someone’s mom but I will sit on y’all and sometimes stomp ppl who are wildin 💖💖💖😏

And give you gay worms and cheer and squawk with MUCH PRIDE when you get your gay worms when I’m off doing non specific oriented worm catching things HEHEH

OHHH WHAT BIRD THO HMMM I think I would be a chicken!!! but the Indio gigante kind bc they got these LONG ASS LEGS and I AM one inch shy of being 6’ tall (I WISH I MADE IT ALL THE WAY)

So now plz have some “oh she’s fucked up a little actually” chicken me standing up and terrorizing my dear anons idk what I’m doin it’s late

#moonspeak #my art #idk what to even tag this #melfase #harpy shenannigans #SURE YEAH

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rayleearts · 8 months

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HI I literally just binged all of Realta today after your Signs of Virgo art randomly popped across my dash (wasn't following you so it was obv an act of the gods) and immediately fell in love with Kasi on sight (tall buff woman, gay panic ensue) then I saw her character sheet and learned we have the same birthday, are the same age, and are both demi. She's just...a foot taller than me but numbers are numbers y'know so I gotta ask: is it me? Am I Kasiran? No but all jokes aside I Yelled "OH MY GOD" when I saw our birthdays. I am also very hype to meet her girlfriend. Perhaps she is another realta? Hoping for the Aquarius but I'll take anything you give me m'lord 🥺 any crumb of character 🙏 Can I also just say that I love your worldbuilding and that it's not infodumpy---

Lmao so irl Kasi exists!! I’m glad you don’t think it’s infodumpy sometimes I worry it is 🥲 Kasi doesn’t have a gf but someone’s definitely been crushing on her for a long time 👀

#realta #asks

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bengiyo · 11 months

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Be My Favorite Ep 2 Stray Thoughts

Last week, I was completely unable to resist my anti-Krist bias in my reactions. I find that I am being rather harsh to his performance, particularly because I think the overall level of talent in my GMMTV BL experience has risen so much in the last six months. Still, I am curious where this show intends to go and will try to give is a solid three episodes to make its case.

We met Pawi, a 30-year old man trapped in a loneliness prison partially of his own making, who has spent over a decade resenting a guy because he approached the woman he liked from a distance. Through magic, Pawi has been transported back to the past and has an opportunity to change the events. He used that time to see his father once again, and then beef with the guy he’s mad at instead of maybe talking to the woman he’s been obsessed with. The only point I will give Pawi is that, even if he thinks this is a dream, he didn’t do anything weird to Pearmai. Gawin is doing a solid job, so that’s holding my interest.

I like that GMMTV is incorporating English and Romanization of names into the credits more. It makes it easier for those of us in the West to track down other members of the crew and follow their work.

Fellas, is it gay to rest your head on another man’s crotch?

I do appreciate the show having Pisaeng push back on Kawi’s misanthropy. Kawi is correct that he has to deal with difficult circumstances, but I also agree that he has made his loneliness a self-fulfilling outcome.

These boys are too goddamn big for all these piggyback rides.

Gawin is so pretty, and he’s getting better at acting. I was enamored with him when he closed the trunk of the cab.

I’m such a SOTUS simp. I saw Kawi struggling to open this door and was immediately taken back to Arthtit accidentally slamming the door on Kongpob’s arm.

So, Pawi can choose when he goes back and forth by interacting with the snow globe. Interesting implications.

There’s something to be said about the idea that you take the first steps at friendship with someone and the potential that has to radically change your life. I think I’m a bit sad that Kawi has no memory of the 12 years of changes he’s experienced. He gets to fiddle with his life, but doesn’t get the ten years of new experiences.

I feel like I missed who Max was in the first episode, because I do not know his connection to Kawi at all.

I like Pisaeng. Adopt the prickly recluse as your friend and push him to strive for the thing she says he wants.

This is the second time Kawi has asked to borrow Pisaeng’s money. I’m buying into @ginnymoonbeam‘s analysis that Kawi is a lot like Rain (LITA), who is better served being spoiled by a handsome rich guy than trying to be a masculine ideal.

Pisaeng is doing the wingman thing really well.

Gawin is so tall.

Interesting way to include an episode 2 kiss. I’m not opposed!

Oh, I like the final scene where Pisaeng goes back for the plushie because he wants to make Kawi happy.

This show is legitimately intriguing. I think I’m going to stick around for a bit. I’m enjoying some of the ideas about how malleable the future is, and how important our connections to others are.

#be my favorite #thai bl #bl series #be my favorite meta #Ben watches

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alrightbuckaroo · 11 days

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hi ada! it's nice ask week! i hope you don't mind me coming into your inbox!

what are your 3 favorite scenes in lone star?

what's your favorite hobby outside of fandom?

what's your favorite song/album right now?

Hello Rachel; I don't mind at all! I hope life is being kind to you and that hateful messages cease entering your inbox for the rest of time <3

what are your 3 favorite scenes in lone star?

Oh gosh, only three??

Maybe it's cheesy but I love the proposal scene. There's so many layers to it: the fact it was episode 3x18 and TK woke Carlos up at 3:18 in the morning, just after Carlos told TK he can wake him up at 3 a.m. if he needs anything??? I love the red string of fate, I love synchronicity I love soulmates. I also love the fact TK holds Carlos' hands the way he did when he told him they make a pretty good team. I say it all the time, but they really do hold one another like that's the reason God gave them two hands <3 Also the way TK rocks back and forth with excitement? The same way he flipped the ring he was going to propose to Alex with but because of anxiety? If I'm going to love anything it's a reference let me tell you that much!

I have gone out of my way to show people the Lou story line because to this day it might actually be my favorite. It's so miniscule, in a way, in the grand scheme of things but nothing beats TK walking in, posed like this: 🧍‍♂️and asking Carlos if they were robbed. As if the COP would just be sitting in a mess of a living room if they had 😭

Saving Grace is tied with Push as my favorite episode and I'll occasionally think of Grace telling Judd, "You're so tall." and Judd replying with, "You're so beautiful." and feel the need to scream because I LOVE them so much. I have a spin-off I want to write based off a Tarlos AU that's in the work and I can't wait to write them falling in love because I love falling in love with their love.

what's your favorite hobby outside of fandom?

Media consumption seems like the weirdest thing to call a hobby, but truly, that's what it is!

I love watching films that I don't know I'm about to love (Humboldt County, my beloved) , discovering new television shows that rewire my brain (looking at you AMC's Interview with the Vampire), listening to music that feels like sunshine (Cannock Chase by Labi Siffre, you will always be famous) or reading a book that makes me want to bite a brick (A Density of Souls by Christopher Rice ruined my life (affectionately)

If I'm not doing any of that, and this is going to sound so corny, but I write! I've been working on a novella for a little while as I'm trying to prepare something for grad school (that isn't gay firefighter fanfiction lol) and I was working on a book of poetry before realizing that I'm a much stronger narrative fiction writer than I am a poet (Ada Limón if I could just have a sprinkling of your voice please ma'am)

what's your favorite song/album right now?

Album wise it has to be Cowboy Carter. I've been saying it since forever, but Beyoncé truly is on a very different level than any other pop artist we have right now (and I like a lot of them! I loved eternal sunshine and I can not WAIT until Dua drops her third album in May)

If anyone is the music industry right now it is her because she is constantly reinventing herself as well and influencing the industry as whole. Did you know that she's the reason music comes out on Fridays now? Her impact !!

Anyways, one of my favorite genres of music is Classic Country; so think 1950s, 1960s Patsy Cline, Johnny Cash, Skeeter Davis, Lee Hazlewood, Glen Campbell; that whole bunch.

So, I was so excited to see what Beyoncé was going to cook up because that is a woman who makes sure each and every thing she makes is perfection and my god, it got as close as any of her work has gotten so far.

It also features an interpolation of Good Vibratations by The Beach Boys, who's one of my favorite artists so it feels like this album was made specifically with me in mind. Here's hoping Act III is rock because I need to hear her with Jack White again.

#i don't get parasocial but if i it would be with beyoncé's entire catalog she's just been so damn good and is still so damn good #thanks so much for the ask!!#asked and answered

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gogandmagog · 7 months

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Jane of Lantern Hill, Chapter 2!

Oh. So this whole family sucks.

Over and over again I just find myself saying, “Oh, poor Jane!” or “Jane! You poor thing!” But for Chapter 2, let’s lead off with how Jane feels awkward. Is told she’ll “never be pretty” by girls at school. Feels she’s too tall... she feels very plain compared to her mother especially. All these perfectly humbling self-esteem issues that are probably chiefly inflicted by Jane’s harrowing environment, where she’s not celebrated in the least. She’s scarcely even tolerated. I bring this up, because we’re seeing the beginnings of what I believe will fully blossom out into another Montgomery theme, and that’s on: the beautification/enhancement of the outward appearance, based on healthy growth of the inward. Usually said glow-up is sparked by, yes finally receiving a healthy form of love (maternal, paternal, romantic), but also by being handed the freedom to be truly oneself and master of their own choices. We see this happen with Anne, and if I’m not mistaken, it seemed like a theme of the Blue Castle for Valancy too?

[Kind of in the same vein…] Something else that really continues standing out to me is just how emotionally repressive 60 Gay Street itself is. At every turn, Jane is doing something wrong. Here Jane isn’t allowed to show or receive tenderness from even her own mother, because it would anger her banshee of a Grandmother, so instead this poor child wants to sublimate/outlet all her pent-up energy of affection on things like polishing the silver, arranging the flowers or lettuce, lighting the candles et cetera... but even that cannot be accepted, unless it's on the secret-secret-down-low with Mary Price. It seems like the house itself is aligned with Jane’s Grandmother, really, because even it “won’t let” Jane love it, and 60 Gay Street itself acts like just another vehicle of control. Seriously. This poor girl.

Jane is heart-breakingly resilient. I am very saddened by how “gallantly” she shields her mother (it should be the other way around, I find myself so far struggling to like this woman, despite understanding she’s likely just as incarcerated) when she tells her she essentially doesn’t want to ruin her evening and/or subject her to the same abuse she’s constantly receiving from her Grandmother. POOR JANE. 😤

#o-t-t-a-w-a #honestly f*ck right off #sorry for the expletive #just… awoo these guys are the worst #lantern hill book club #or is it #jane of lantern hill book club

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softshrimpy · 10 months

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How To Woo A Hot Principal

Chapter 5: Step 5: Wine and Dine

But truly, when it came to Larissa Weems, who could blame you?

Buckle up besties things are gettin hotter. Also thicc thanks to the bestie @misssmephisto and all the gay ideas she has shared with me. This fic would succ without her🦐✨

Tags: @variant-2402 @the-bagel24 @eveymay @kimiinou @muffintopxs

(pls let me know if I missed you I'm a forgetful shrimp)

Chapter 4

Cross Posted on AO3 here

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“She’s taking you on a date?!”

“It’s not a date James,” you sigh, cleaning the table tops.

“You’re going out for dinner in Burlington and you don’t think it’s a date?”

“You’re the one who said she’s out of my league!”

“That was before she invited you to dinner! Plus, she is still out of your league, but maybe you have some charm hidden under there.”

Externally? You were calm, cool as a cucumber, as the kids say. Internally? You’d been panicking since she’d asked you yesterday morning and could barely think any other words than “fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.”

She had asked you so casually. You had brought her her morning coffee, you’d been telling her about one of the locals that had caused a scene in the cafe when she sprung the question on you.

“What would you say to dinner tomorrow night?”

“What?” You had eloquently uttered.

“You said I should take time off. So what would you say to dinner tomorrow night?” She asked, taking off her glasses and fidgeting with them.

“I- where uh where would we go?”

“I know a rather nice place in Burlington. If you’d rather not I completely understand-“

“I’d love to go to dinner with you.”

She had finally looked up at you at that. She seemed shocked at first but then her shock dissolved and she flashed you the brightest smile you had ever seen. You swore at that moment you would do whatever it took to make her smile like that all the time.

So now you were standing in your room, staring intently into your closet trying to find something to wear. You have no idea what kind of restaurant it is nor what Larissa is wearing. You do know however that you have an hour to get your shit together. You eventually settle on one of your fancier outfits. You put on some makeup and end up arriving at Nevermore 5 minutes early.

You exit your car and end up halfway to the entrance when it opens. You stop dead in your tracks and fight to keep your jaw off the ground when you see Larissa.

Oh my god, she was wearing pants. PANTS.

You were almost certainly dead and had somehow made it into the good place. Larissa Weems was standing there wearing the most flattering pants you’d ever seen on a woman. She had paired it with a cute turtle neck that she had rolled up the sleeves of and seeing her bare forearms was giving you unholy thoughts.

God, you were gay. You were gayer than gay. The gayest around. Fuck this woman was making it hard not to kiss her senseless.

“Hello darling.” She all but fucking purrs, looking you over.

“Uh, I- uhm you. Hi.”

“Are you ready to go?”

You nod dumbly, following her as she leads you to the car. You do shamelessly stare at her ass as you follow her and find yourself blushing and thanking her when she opens your door for you.

When you arrive at the restaurant Larissa, ever the gentlewoman, gets out and opens your door for you. And then, as if you weren’t already swooning, she leads you inside with a hand on the small of your back. You genuinely think you’ve died and ended up in heaven.

“You look absolutely ravishing tonight darling.” She murmurs, pulling out your chair for you.

“You don’t look too bad yourself,” you joke, “but really you look so- you just- You look amazing.”

“Thank you darling,” she murmurs, blushing as she sits down.

You look around, taking in the fanciness of the place. The whole place screams way out of your budget. Larissa must notice you starting to get nervous because she reaches across the small table and grabs your hand, sending you a bright smile.

“Order whatever you like sweetheart. It’s on me.” She comments, looking over the menu.

“I- you don’t have to-“

“I know. I want to. So don’t worry about it.”

“I-I don’t even know what to order. I’ve never been to a place as fancy as this before.” You murmur, looking over the menu.

“The steak here is pretty good. And they have a wine that goes really well with it.”

“Oh yeah? So you bring many baristas out here then?” You smirk, dropping the menu.

“Oh yes. I wine and dine every pretty young lady I come across.”

“You think I’m pretty?”

You’re interrupted by the waiter coming to take your orders. Larissa orders for both of you, and the waiter leaves. She then clears her throat and turns her attention back to you.

“So where did you come from? Before you moved to Jericho I mean.” She asked.

“Well, I actually grew up in a small town similar to Jericho. And you know, being a small-town kid all I wanted was to live in the city with all the different kinds of people and that stuff. So I went, and I- it didn’t work out. Rent was fucking expensive and I ended up working two jobs to cover it which just made me depressed and anxious. And it didn’t help that I was already not the healthiest adult out there what with my bouts of weakness and fainting episodes. So after a couple of months and basically a mental breakdown I decided to move here. I would’ve gone back home but I…I just didn’t want to go back to the same people I had grown up with and their disappointment and judgement.”

Larissa gapes at you and you realize you’ve just… let that all out. You start to apologize when she grabs your hand again.

“I’m so sorry you went through that,” She murmurs, “but I’m glad you’re here and I- I do hope Jericho is better for you, I- you deserve to be happy.”

“Well, how could I not be happy when I got to meet a literal goddess among mortals.” You flirt, attempting to lighten the mood.

She blushes at that humming and looks away. The rest of dinner is less exciting but just as wonderful. Larissa tells you about some shenanigans the students have been up to and a little bit more about her time at Nevermore as a student. You talk for hours, she questions your choice in steak (you have it as rare as possible and she finds it interesting.)

You could talk to her forever. And you’re sure you would have, had the restaurant not had a closing time of 10. The two of you apologize to the waiter for staying so long and make your way back to the school.

You arrive back at Nevermore a little while later. You both get out of the car and stop outside Nevermore’s entrance.

“Thank you for inviting me Larissa I-I really enjoyed tonight.” You smile.

“Thank you for accompanying me, I can’t remember the last time I’ve had so much fun.”

“It was my pleasure.”

The two of you stand there for a moment before you both speak.

“I really don’t with tonight to-“

“I was wondering if you’d like to-“

You both flush and you gesture for Larissa to speak first.

“I was wondering if you’d like to come in for a drink?” She asks.

“Yes!” You reply, a little too enthusiastically, so you try again. “Ahem. I mean. Yeah, that sounds neat.”

She chuckles at your antics and leads you inside. As you’re following her to presumably her quarters you can’t help but think that all of this really does seem like a date. The dinner? Rather romantic if you’re honest with yourself. And now? Going back to her rooms to have a drink? That’s definitely slightly fruity.

You realize, upon arriving at her office, that Larissa’s rooms are attached to her office. Which is both handy and baffling considering you’ve been in her office almost every day for the last few weeks and somehow missed the door leading to them. She asks you to take a seat on her comfy couch while she fetches the wine and the glasses.

You sit, suddenly having the thought that if this is a date then you’re woefully unprepared for the Larissa Weems to be romantically interested in you. However, you argue, this could just be her wanting company and you are a pretty good friend. So there’s no need to jump to crazy conclusions like the sexiest woman on earth being interested in you.

“Darling? Are you alright?” Larissa asks, suddenly in front of you with two glasses in hand.

“Huh? I mean yes? Sorry, I just zoned out a bit there.” You blush.

“I do often wonder what goes on in that pretty little head of yours.” She hums.

Christ is she flirting with you??

“It’s not really that interesting truly, a lot of memes or silly songs on repeat more often than not.”

She laughs at that and the two of you settle back into comfortable conversation. About an hour goes by before you finally muster up the confidence to ask the question that’s been on your mind since you arrived.

“Larissa…”

“Yes, dear?” She hums.

She’s sitting next to you on the couch, her heels off and feet tucked beneath her. She’s leaning against the back of the sofa, one hand propped under her head and the other holding her only half-empty glass. She looks so…domestic. It makes your heart flutter in your chest.

“I was just wondering. And I mean I may be really wrong and if I am we can just forget I even opened my big mouth. Maybe I shouldn’t even be asking this. I really don’t want to ruin things between us because you’re like the best person ever but-“

She moves her hand to your thigh, sitting up a bit straighter (and subsequently closer to you somehow). Your eyes dart to her hand as it squeezes your thigh and now your throat is dryer than the Sahara but your underwear will definitely be the opposite.

“What is it you want to ask darling?” She purrs, again ruining your underwear further.

“I uh. This dinner thing. Was it…was this a date?” You finally manage, bracing yourself for the worst.

For a solid moment Larissa just stares at you, her eyes wide. You’re certain it’s the longest moment of your life, and in it you contemplate throwing yourself out the nearest window. You’re about to start back tracking and apologize when she laughs.

And truly, you love her laugh, but right now you can’t help but think she’s laughing at the idea of her being interested in you in that way. You don’t blame her but it makes your heart clench and you look away, doing your best not to burst into tears.

“It was stupid. I’ll just go-“

“Darling-“ she smiles.

“It’s okay! It was silly of me to think someone like you would even like someone like me like that, I know. I’ll just go and we can forget-“

“Darling.” She stops you, still smiling but much more serious. “I’m not laughing because I think it’s silly.”

You hum at that, still not meeting her eyes. She grabs your chin then, forcing you to look at her.

“I was laughing,” she starts, leaning closer to you and whispering, “because I thought I had been rather obvious.”

“Obvious?” You whisper back, still confused.

“I have been flirting with you for quite some time now sweetheart.” She hums.

“Oh.”

Oh.

OH.

“So you- you’ve been…with me? You like me?”

“Very much so.”

“Wow.”

You sit there, taking it all in, taking her in. You then, much to your utter horror, let out the most girlish giggle you have ever giggled. You want to be mortified but she beams at you, her teeth showing and all thoughts exit your head.

She cups your cheek, her thumb brushing over your lip. You part your lips as you do your darndest to breathe. You glance down at her lips, watching as her tongue pokes out to lick them. When you look back at her eyes they’re darker than you’ve ever seen them, her pupils blown.

“I’d very much like to kiss you now, if that’s alright.” She whispers.

“Please.” You whisper back, desperate.

She closes the gap, her soft lips brushing against your own. It’s short and sweet and gentle and everything you’ve ever dreamed of. And then she’s pulling you into her lap and she’s kissing you again except this time it’s needy and desperate and very hot.

Your head is empty aside from the sensation of her lips against hers and the feeling of her body beneath your hands. She runs her hand down your back, palming at your ass and you barely suppress a moan at the feeling. Somehow you manage one coherent thought as you sit there, straddling her lap and kissing her.

Larissa Weems will be the death of you.

#HTWAHP #larissa weems x reader #larissa x you #principal weems #larissa weems #wednesday #principal weems x reader

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