#I get so stupid but everything I say feels hilarious and I feel no shame nor concern and it's so freeing

[sarejima]

i am a starving child and am requesting kyman fanfics to soothe my hunger (PLS recommend ME SOME)

OMG YAY SOMEBODY ASKED ME SMTH IM SO HAPPY AMSBSDB

Unfortunately I'm a green and inexperienced mother but I'll do my best!! (thisll be long as i cant keep from waxing poetic about fics i like)-

The love of my life and one of the best things I've had the pleasure of reading period is “Know your Enemy” by Elsen. It's beyond perfect to me enough so that even though it may never be finished I'm sort of satisfied. Eric's characterisation is beautiful and literally just as hilarious as in the show itself with the way he schemes and jumps over nonsensical hoops in his head in order to satisfy his self image in processing his feelings for Kyle and unwitting desires to submit to him. The plot and setting in and of themselves also somehow complement his absurdity. Also has just the right amount of perversion. (Okay I'm done sorry)

Another genius Cartman channelfic that I was audibly giggling at due to the insanity of his mental gymnastics is "I crush everything" by Rainbow_Convection which is quite short and mainly deals with him "processing" his feelings

(The above person is really good at writing compellingly about manic impulses and emotions so check out their other fics too)

On a similar note and also exploring implications of Cartmans outright deluded conscious, this time through Kyle's perspective, is 'Imaginationland 4: a tale of two Kyles' by Sinshipsahoy where it's revealed to Kyle (in increasingly horrifying ways) that Cartman's mind is (literally) swarming with him.

(This guy also has a worryingly well written corpse desecration fic so if that's your cup of tea)

In the 'I'm with Stupid' series by numbknee Eric gets together with Kyle and is annoying and fiercely loveable and everything's great until Kyle realises that sadly Cartman's views on relationships/love in general- but especially with Kyle, his 'enemy'- had been significantly skewed from the start due to an aversion to vulnerability, stunting their progress. I especially like the fourth and last fic/chapter.

Kinda depressing but in 'Sharing Last Names' by serpenrzbreath an adult Cartman's Kyle obsession is partly due to lamenting, while in the depths of denial, his own collosal wasted potential as over the years wasted rotting and room-bound due to severe mental instability but also just lack of trying, one of the only things grounding his shame is Kyle's comparative success, and when a time of reckoning comes an unwilling(?) Kyle is all he feels like turning to. However he soon learns that pity and concern is much more confusing and enraging than ire.

Some more Kyle focused fics are

'Love and the other thing' by Gumdroppy where we get an equal amount of Kyle and Eric perspective- Kyle who revealed his love for Eric as a kid first and loves Eric WAY too much for his own good(to the point where his friends feel the need to take measures to ensure his best interests) and Eric who perhaps fell harder- worships the ground Kyle walks on- but can't seem to help the kneejerk hurt and abuse that flows from his hands. Bonus points for jealous Stan and Kenny being an angel.

Ans also by Elsen 'How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Let My Mortal Enemy Eat My Ass' which is really hot with a compelling theme of overcoming Kyle's past trama what can I say

'It's basically a weird cat, right?' By Verimakea is a adorable fic about adult Kyle who by chance meets Eric in raccoon form(and then not-so-raccoon form) in which Cartman has separation issues and Kyle is forced to battle loneliness and incteasing mildly worrying feelings for this addition to his life.

Some other concepts:

'Baby, Just Say Yes' by shortstackedcheesecake96- a beautiful wonderful fic where the palpable chemistry between a (surprisingly earnest about the subject and a talented actor) Cartman and (quite good novice) Kyle get cast as Juliet and Romeo respectively. There's so much compelling teenage awkwardness where they both appear to be unwillingly drawn to each other despite everything in ways they feel they really shouldn't- Kyle especially is almost embarrassingly captivated by an Eric in his element- and it's such a pleasure to read; just thinking about some scenes has me wanting to reread it lmao.

(This writer also has a lot of enticing and well-written smut too)

'Fake it 'till you make it' by mewtwos is another fic I hold so so close to my heart in which Kyle and Eric have to fake date for a bit, until they realise that these fake displays of affection draw them in a little bit too hard; make them a bit too lightheaded, and by that point the reel has already been cast. It's insanely well written.

'Expertise' by Mewtwos where Eric is a little too eager to practice kissing with kyle and they have a little awakening

'To Be Wanted' by Verimakea- a Cowboy au where Kyle takes it upon himself to capture Wanted Sheriff Cartman, but things quickly gp array and they and up stuck together in one place for an indeterminate amount of time, with Kyle put in a position where he often has bo choice but to rely on the other. This writer is seriously skilled at painting subtly erotic/suggestive imagery, and writing complex emotions into characters through their actions so its quite the fun leg-kicking read lol.

'Copacabana' by Senkenwoo is a bittersweet fic about jaded middle aged retired performer Kyle recalling how he lost his charming and endearingly annoying bartender lover

Some unconventional smut cus y not:

'Laid To Rest' by gosh_zillah in which Kyle has a deep seated desire to be a cocksleeve and subsequently gets watched in his sleep by an enthralled little audience for a bit(among other things as he proves to be quite perceptive lol)

"You're in his DMs? i'm in his walls, we are not the same" by ratherblue - Eric watches Kyle have smexy times thru a hidden camera; implied mutual pining. Also Kyle's trans

'Cause I'm a free bitch, baby' by knumbknee where Kyle sees an Eric in proper drag for the first time and is transfixed

'sleep tight' by bloodylamb is a quirky little sleepover somnophillia fic where Kyle's mildly vocal about his Eric-disposition in his sleep if you're good with dubcon.

I'm sure you weren't expecting to be waterboarded by text and for this I apologise

#kyman #kyman fanfiction #its long i know #i will swear up and down for these fics tho #and these writers #there are probably loads of great ones i have yet to read #south park #its not 4am anymore so i fixed it lol

[crimsonalchemistress]

Dynamics I would've loved to see in Naruto, in no particular order

Sasuke and Temari in a low-stakes combat team-up, mostly played for laughs. I just really want to see her use her Giant Fucking Fan to power up Sasuke’s fire attacks to comedic levels of Too Much™. Would they have chemistry? Most likely no. Is the idea still hilarious to me? Hell yes it is. Although I can see both of them enjoying the ensuing chaos/horrified shock in their own ways.

Lee and Omoi team-up. The megaphone of the Power of Youth™ with the sentient anxiety disorder is, again, very fucking funny in my head, especially with how they would annoy everyone around them from completely opposite directions.

Kabuto being jealous and petty towards Sasuke for stealing Orochimaru's attention. Like he knows Orochimaru is just trying to get the Sharingan but also Orochimaru was his master first not Sasuke's but goddamn pretty boy gets everything he wants, doesn't he?

Sasuke and Shino friendship. They had A Vibe going during the Konoha Crush arc and it's a shame we never got to see it again.

Sakura and Kiba meddling while trying to get Hinata and Naruto together. Half the time they'd be at each other's throats and the other half they'd take turns holding each other off from pounding Naruto for doing something stupid.

Ino and Naruto (andHinataMyPoorBabyGirl). Same thing as Sakura and Kiba but for getting Sakura and Sasuke together. Except now Hinata is involved due to her proximity to Naruto and she has to keep both of these Loud Blonde Idiots in line. God help her when Sai decides to get involved.

Sakura, Tenten, and Lee as a genin team(definitely going more into AU territory here but whatever). Not a single ninja nepo baby in sight, all hard work and skill, no genetic or inherited skill.

Sakura and Karin comforting each other after the Five Kage Summit arc. Sakura deserves more girl friends and nothing brings girls together quite like talking shit about men. It just would've been so sweet and maybe even a little gay to see them work through their feelings together.

Kiba and Naruto friendship. I think it speaks for itself. Barely half a brain cell between the two of them. The antics they would get up to. The people they would piss off. The migraine medication Sakura would be dependent on while keeping them from getting into too much trouble. It can be so personal, y'know?

Kakashi and a therapist. 'Nuff said.

The Mizukage's boot and my sternum

#naruto #naruhina #sasusaku #sakura haruno #sasuke uchiha #naruto uzumaki #hinata hyuga #temari #sabaku no temari #rock lee #omoi #shino aburame #sakura uchiha #kiba inuzuka #ino yamanaka #sai yamanaka #tenten #karin uzumaki #kakashi hakate #mei terumi

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South Side Story

Shameless Fanfiction Season 1

Desna Hills has come living in the Southside of Chicago four years before. Taken in by Kev and V, Desna is close friends with the Gallaghers. Let's see how this Southside story unfolds.

Warning: this chapter contains smut

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Chapter 7

It was finally Friday.

She could not wait to go back home and just sleep, before getting ready to go to the Alibi. That week as been terrible, especially after what had happened with Lip, and with Milkovich’s cousin.

His name was Iggy and they had fucked in an alley. Desna had few drinks before doing it, but she could remember most of it, and she felt like a stupid. She didn’t know what she wanted to prove. Maybe that she had not feelings for Lip, and can she could have sex with several people.

But you can!

She said to herself. To Lip she was only Simone to fuck, she could have been anyone. So why would she cared about Phillip Gallagher? She was a beautiful girl, many boys would have liked to have their way with her, fuck Lip Gallagher.

Maybe she should have learnt from he, who seemed so eager to let her know he fucked Karen at every chance that he had.

But she was this guilt feeling inside, and she hated it, because Lip was a asshole, and she was much more than a good fuck. He didn’t deserved anything from her.

“Hey,” Desna was putting her books in the locker as Iggy’s voice made her turn. He was leaning her shoulder against the metal of the lockers observing her up and down.

“Hey,” she said quietly, turning to look at her books.

“I was wondering if you are free at lunch,” he asked keeping his eyes on her and she could not deny that he was making her uneasy.

“I’m sorry, I can’t,” she said closing her locker, ready to leave, but he blocked her by the wrist.

“I can’t stop thinking about you,” he said pulling her closer, but Desna tried to do everything she could to keep at distance.

“I really need to go,” she said getting free from his grip, before turning to walk away.

“In your locker there’s my number,” she heard him say, “Call me if you need it!”

Desna fastened her pace to try and keep as much distance as she could. She had been really stupid, Milkovichs were almost criminals, couldn’t she go have sex with someone in the library?

If V and Kev came to know that, she was dead.

“Yo, Des!” Lip’s voice had a strange effect on her; she was glad to see him, at the same time she felt anger and shame.

“Hi,” she said as she kept walking in the corridor not looking at him, to reach her next class.

“You haven’t been answering my calls,” Lip said walking next to her.

“Jeez let me think,” she answered sarcastically, “Why should I answer you if I’m not in the mood for fucking?”

“So funny, Des,” he said without humor, “That’s hilarious,”

“At least one of us finds it funny,” she answered annoyed.

“Another hilarious thing is why Iggy Milkovich is talking about you?” Lip words made her close her grip on the books in her hands, when she noticed the strange tone in which he had talked.

“And what’s into you, if he is talking about me? It’s not like he is talking about your best friend, even if I think it’s only a matter of time,” She said, before he gripped her arm making her turn. His eyes were wide as he looked at her in disbelief.

“You’re fucking him?!” He asked, louder than he should have, in fact some students turned towards them.

“Shut the fuck up!” She muttered, grabbing one of his wrists to pull him into a closet.

“I can’t fucking believe it!” She heard him say and that angered her even more.

“The nerve of you, you asshole!” She turned to him, doing all her best to not scream in his face.“What do you fucking care?!” She kept saying, “What the fuck you want?! I’m nothing to you, you’ve make it very clear. We are not exclusive right? We are nothing! So I can go around fucking whoever I want!”

He was angry, she could see it clearly, but she almost felt proud for that, “Are you happy now?” He asked, his jaw tense.

“Very,” she keeping her head up, as she glared at him, “So maybe you’d understand how I feel,” Lip moved his hands suddenly pushing the books from her hands, making them fall to the floor.

“You did it to get back at me?” He asked in low voice, his face inches from hers.

“What is it, Lip?” She asked leaning forward, “I thought we said no jealousy.”

Before she could move away Lip’s hands grabbed her head moving her forward, “I’m not jealous,” he whispered before crushing his lips o hers. Desna hated herself, but her hands move to the back of his neck, so to keep him against her longer. He then pushed back until her back hit an old desk, making a cracking noise. His arms went around her waist to lift her so that she could found herself seated and setting himself in between her legs.

Desna let out a moan as she could feel his hard on against her core, “I don’t give a shit about who you’re fucking,” he said as one of his hands got past the hem of her pansies.

“Strange way of proving your point,” she sassed before a moan escaped her lips as he started to rub her.

“I’m not proving a point,” he protested, working on her faster.

“Keep telling yourself tha- fuck!” She said throwing her head back as one of his fingers entered her.

“You’re already wet for me,” he said with a chuckle as he worked on her.

“Go fuck yourself,” she was able to say before he kissed her again. Their lips clashed against each other, his other hand holding her from the back of her head, while her hands gripped his shoulders harder so that she could have a better leverage to move her hips, to meet his hand, “He didn’t even make you cum, right? You’d be much more nice today if someone would have make you cum,” He said with they stupid smirk on his face.

“Go fuck yourself,” she said in a moan.

“I’m about to,” and for how much she hated it, she could not stop herself as her hands helped him to get her out of her pans. Quickly helped him undoing his, bringing them down just enough so that he could take out his cock. He was quick to pull her closer so he could move his hips to thrust into her. They both moaned at the feeling.

“Fuck you,” she said, making him chuckle in her ear as he started to pick up his pace. He got them quick and strong, making her whine. One of her arms went across his shoulder so that she could meet his thrust.

“Lip,” she moaned in his ear as he thrust up, “God, Lip, don’t fucking stop.”

“Fuck, Des!” He kept increasing his pace as he moved his head just enough, for them to look in the eyes. They just stared at each other as their hips met, their faces tinted in red, and their mouths panting. He gripped her hip to bring her closer to his. And as she looked at him she moved her hand to his hair. His eyes got softer as he looked at her.

“Fuck, Des,” he muttered, “It wasn’t good, tell me it wasn’t,” his forehead went on hers.

She wanted to lie and tell him that it had been. That she didn’t want him, that he meant nothing to her. She knew she should have told it to him, she knew she should have make him hurt somehow, but only the thought of that made tears form in her eyes. He noticed her expression and he stopped his movement.

“Des?” He whispered, his hand moving gently to her cheek.

“He wasn’t you,” she said with honesty. She didn’t care if she sounded desperate, she had to say it.

Lip looked at her for a moment, his blue eyes wide, but suddenly he crushed his lips into hers again, kissing her hard as his hips started to move once again soon picking back the fast pace. They hold to each other, kissing each other until they both climaxed together.

As they tried to control their breathings they stayed in each other’s arms. Lips almost touching as their chest moved to allow the air to fill their lungs. His arms secured on her waist, caressing her skin, as she kept him close by the shoulders.

“What am I to you?” She asked again and she saw him close his eyes.

“Please, stop it,” he said, “We don’t need to give a name to it,” but as he moved to kiss her, she moved away. Her action made him frown, as she looked at him.

“I can’t do this anymore,” she said pushing him lightly, so that she could get down from the desk.

“What?” Lip asked as he looked at her picking her pants from the ground so that she could put them back.

“I can’t do this anymore,” she repeated more firmly.

“Are you fucking serious, right now?” He asked almost offended.

“Yeah, I’m fucking serious,” she stated as she picked her books up in her arms to walk towards the door, but before she could open it, lip shut it again, putting a hand on it so that she could not open it again.

“You can’t do this,” he said looking at her in the eyes, “You can’t broke up with me over Karen,”

“It’s not about Karen,” she said shaking her head.

“Of course it’s about Karen!” But that only made her snap.

“It’s not about fucking Karen!” She yelled in his face, “It’s about me and you. It’s about me!” She said, “And the fact that I feel like a fucking whore!”

“You’re not a whore!” He argued.

“Then what am I?!” She asked again, “What the fuck am I to you?” she observed as he took a breath lowering his gaze, and that made her eyes water.

“You care about her more than me,” she said bitterly as tears slipped from her eyes, “Maybe I fuck you better, but at least you feel something for her.”

He could not even look at her in the eyes. That was just a confermation for her.

“Fuck, I’m out,” she said grabbing his arm so that she could finally open the door.

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[chainofclovers]

Ted Lasso 3x8 Thoughts

I’ve written all of these after seeing the episode only one time but I think this one might benefit from a rewatch more than anything else. Even if, unfortunately, this was absolutely my least favorite episode of this stupid wonderful show. (Or was it? What will a rewatch reveal to me?)

I have tried very hard not to have a lot of fun-time-ruining expectations about this Media Experience that has bewitched me since January fucking 2021. But I’ll admit that I had some serious expectations about the writing of this episode. Keeley Hazell and Dylan Marron! I was so excited to see what the ultimate Keeley Jones expert, the Keeley inspiration, the namesake herself, would have to say about this character. And actually, I thought Juno Temple got some really incredible material to work with, and I think she acted the living fuck out of this episode. I came away with a deeper understanding of Keeley’s character. A sense of who she is when she wakes up in bed next to someone who delights her. A sense of how it feels when someone she loves deeply disappoints and hurts her, and how it feels when someone she could have loved chooses a status over a human, and how it feels when someone she used to love holds himself accountable to her. 

There was so much about this episode that felt incredibly natural: 

everything about Juno’s performance 

the ways Jack is charming and tantalizing and expansive and the ways she’s small and cowardly and disappointing were perfect…wlw rep doesn’t happen in a vacuum of purity, this is wlw rep but this is also billionaire asshole rep this is venture capitalism rep this is richer-than-Rebecca-Welton rep this is manipulator rep

the perfect moment when Jade tells Nate to celebrate his victories after a lifetime of hearing his father shame him for taking pride in his successes

the anti-chemistry chemistry of Ted and Michelle and their long history

absolutely everything about Rebecca as lifeline and sense-talker for Ted (and soulmate…I’m so tired, but it just remains true that they’re fucking soulmates, and I hope they find out and I’m still pretty sure they will)

Beard in an apron making pancakes for his boys

Rebecca holding Keeley and telling her a possibly slightly exaggerated story about her introduction to masturbation to cheer up her beloved bestie

the utter pain of Roy being once again a very good person who has fucked up badly in a parking lot (this time with consequences)

Ted’s sweet little voices as he reads to Henry (and the WTF moment he has about himself after Henry has fallen asleep)

Last night my wife and I went out for a beer and broke down a bunch of these moments and how good they actually were, and how strange it was to have, honestly, a wealth of beautifully written and acted moments in an episode that really didn’t work for us. Because those highs made the lows seem so much lower. 

The locker room scene…I’ve watched anti-harassment and standards-of-business videos for my corporate job that are better than whatever that was. I understand what they were trying to do. And I understand that this is a story that has so much real-life crossover and is so incredibly important to get right and was probably so complicated and often painful to write that I feel very empathetic about the ways that all that pressure might have conspired to make this episode worse instead of better. I have no interest in judging those conditions, nor do I think it’s some big hilarious gotcha that this writer (well, writers) wrote about this topic. But I do have to judge the final product, which reads like a group of people taking turns saying things like “This is a bad thing in our society” and “Is it so bad?” and “Yes, fellow man, it really is that bad” and “But wait, why should I have any responsibility for this bad thing in our society?” and “Well, here is why you actually do have some responsibility for this bad thing in our society.” 

Even the Keeley-Rebecca scene wavers in and out, whereas normally a scene with those two is rock solid. They spend a lot of time explaining the societal conditions to each other instead of relying on the shorthand that two best friends would use to communicate. I mean, thank God Rebecca was totally with Keeley on this one—if she hadn’t been, that would’ve warranted something on the spectrum of lecture—but because she was, their exchange of lines about sexualization just had me feeling like I am watching a TV show about a very special issue, I am watching a TV show about a very special issue. 

Just as I’m not looking to Jack Danvers to convince a homophobe why bi people are cool (she could be the coolest most respectful gal in the world and she’s not gonna convince a bigot that queer people actually are great!), I desperately wish they’d taken a less heavy hand with this stuff. Keeley’s pain—her vehement lack of embarrassment, her disappointment—says it all. 

And I am so sorry to say that I feel like Brendan Hunt, who always, always knows when to dial it down and when to dial it up, when to bury and when to emote, dialed it way too far up when talking to Henry while Ted’s on the phone with Rebecca. I am a huge defender of how this show uses musical scenes; bring on the cheese, bring on the champagne bottle microphones, bring on the sing-alongs and heightened emotions and funeral rick rolls. Every other time a character has sung on this show, it’s been natural in the awkwardness and the slightly-outsized emotions and the inherent goofiness of it all. This time, they just could not create the right emotional conditions to earn this moment. I’m not going to give a detailed critique of a child's performance on a public website, but unfortunately I think this is a moment when the writers actually underwrote what Henry needed to say, because I’m mystified as to how he’s actually feeling and doing. Understanding those things is essential to understanding where this story is going, so I’m really upset that a huge chunk of information is missing now.

And that leads me to the incredibly unsettling ending. I had to be talked down off a ledge. I’m now pretty sure the ambiguities of how Ted and Michelle are around each other are about recognizing the ways they used to work, their common reference points, their knowledge of each other, while simultaneously experiencing yet another goodbye, yet another turning point in this (realistic, tbh) endless cycle of navigating the split. But I’m really struggling to understand Ted’s headspace in the final couple minutes of the show, whereas usually I feel like I’m practically living inside his brain as I watch. 

I’ve loved s3 so far. I always knew it would be as distinct a thing of its own just as much as s1 and s2 were distinct from each other. As much as I’d be enjoying a return to the specific magic of s1, it would be impossible and wrong and even irresponsible of them to try to recreate it, and I think it would fall flat, and so I’m glad I knew that would never be my experience with this season of TV. And yet it’s a little unnerving, even as this person who’s tried to keep my high expectations open-ended, to feel so bummed about 3x8. The conversation over that beer about all the really good stuff did make me feel better, because it reminded me that the really badly done parts of this episode were less about story than about the circumstances of the storytelling. To me, those circumstances make the clunkers more forgivable instead of less. But it was still disappointing.

Probably every Ted Lasso fan feels this way on some level, but I am having such a singular experience. I am a fifteen-year-old girl again, holed up in my room because “no one understands………why I feel the way I feel about Ted Lasso.” The membrane between my takes and my empathetic yet judgmental reactions to other people’s takes is permeable and problematic. It’s shameful, but I want everyone to love it because I love it and I want everyone to calm down because I’m calm and I want everyone to be at the edge of their seat and not at all calm because I’m at the edge of my seat and not at all calm and I want everyone to love Ted/Rebecca even if they never kiss because I love Ted/Rebecca (even if they never kiss) and I want everyone to have hated this episode because I hated it and I want everyone to give it time and space to breathe because I’m trying to do that and I want everyone to wait and see what fucking happens because I’ve got some kind of freak patience when it comes to this fucking experience. I want to be my best self and I am not my best self. I’m insane about this show, and I’m not working on the issue. Eek. 

#ted lasso #ted lasso meta #meta by me #ted lasso s3 spoilers #ted lasso 3x8 #hot dork club #ted x rebecca #nate x jade #keeley x jack

[thatiranianphantom]

Hi there.

Your ship is dead. Bullying a grown man and hiding behind ‘bUT IM A TEENAGER” is bullshit. If you have ANY ounce of dignity, just stop fucking watching the show. You are going to drain yourself and drive yourself crazy over a fictional tv ship which you don’t DESERVE. Maybe I might have had sympathy for you in season 4. Before you bullied half of the cast and lili to tears (do you remember when she had to come out and say ‘it’s a fucking tv show’ only for you to STILL whine and cry and throw your bottles? Ted is right. You are the most disrespectful, selfish freaks of fandom I’ve ever come across and I hope to god you grow the fuck up and get TV comprehension skills. Because you have ZERO. Crying about the ratings which have been falling since season 3 is not going to bring back your CORPSE of a ship. Betty and Jughead don’t even like each other and you expect them to fuck? You will cry when the writers are “sexualising teenagers!!!” But when Betty and Jughead were having roleplay sex as 16 year olds it was fine?

You cried and begged and demanded bughead sex scenes and bABY JULIET when these kids were 15/16 years old and you call out the writers for being creepy now? NOW???? You call Archie disgusting and using Betty as a “baby maker” doll, housewife, but you have wanted that woman (or CHILD) fucking rat boy and having his kids since they were literally kids themselves? Do you see the hypocrisy or should I continue?

“How DARE the writers have Betty change everything about herself for Archie that is so GROSS AND MISOGYNISTIC.”

Yep. And Betty didn’t do a serpent dance at 15 to fit into Jughead’s world?? Now that is changing herself for a boy.

You’re hypocrites and are salty because your ship is dead, the actors despise each other, and you can’t make Sprousehart edits without the feeling that it may be wrong, because rat boy is an abuser. Barchie have never tried to erase bughead. Because it happened. It was cute, and it was a thing that happened. Betty loved him.

But the fact that you constantly delude yourselves with insane theories which are wrong every single time to erase barchie is hilarious. Seriously. “It’s an au!! “Archie’s light gives Betty headaches!” “We are going back to 5x17!” “Jughead shielded Betty” “the season 6 universe was erased!” That makes it clear you see barchie as developed, and real. And a THREAT which you can’t shop unless you erase it. You can’t hide behind “it’s forced! “It came out of nowhere!” Barchie was building from the first episode. If you cannot understand the point of two mains Archie and Betty, slowly getting feelings while being with other people; you are either stupid, or a child. This show was RULED by bughead and lili and Cole can service. The teen choice award you keep talking about? WAS VERY CLEARLY THERE TO HYPE UP THE ACTORS DATING. If you can’t get??? You’re an idiot or a child. If you can’t understand the point of a slow burn which was Betty and Archie being sidelined by a psychotic fandom who bullied the writers into four season of bughead fucking in a bunker and varchie arguing with hiram, you are an idiot. Sweetie. BABES. When the fifties are over and Archie and Betty have fallen in love AGAIN, and they return to a riverdale free of darkness, Toni and Cheryl are together, Veronica and Reggie— and Jughead and Tabitha, what are you going to do? Implode? Delete? Murder a crew member? I don’t know what you will do but holy shit it will be entertaining to see you fall. A fandom who spent 7 years terrorising barchies, cast members and writers, making fake sexual assault allegations for each cast member, being disgustingly racist to Vanessa and ash, and body shaming Lili. Bullying KJ until he very clearly went off of the edge in the pandemic, and for some reason also going after your GOD rat boy. I’m saying this to you and all of you. Yes, barchies and Choni’s have said some awful things, as well as varchies. But nothing can top the entitled brats you are. And I hope when Lilis contract os over, and she reveals Cole was an abuser, she tells you all to go and fuck yourselves.

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wut????

This manifesto is so very confusing to me. Somehow, you've both been stalking my blog and been paying no attention at the same time.

I'll admit, I didn't read much of this, but a few things

This is now the second time today that someone on the internet accused me of being a teen. I'm flattered, don't get me wrong, but what is it about this? I am a grown ass adult. Is it something I am putting out there?

Oh please, please desperate BA anon, may I have your sympathy back??????

"Ted is right." Oof, anon. Very oof.

I would like you to go on, anon, please point out to me where anyone thought the Serpent Dance was a good decision? And where the seasons 1-4 sex parties and girls with one character trait were?

The BA stuff, I can't....I can't even....what?

What teen choice award do I keep talking about???? I am so confused????

The only thing in this.....jumble of words that offended me was you calling Cole "rat boy" (also did you imply that I love Cole? Have you....read my blog?) because I have rats and excuse you, they're amazing. Look at this leetle boy

Apologize to him this instant!

Look how upset you've made him!

#answered #anonymous #What teen choice award??????

[startanewdream]

What are the parallels between Jily and hinny( similarities and differences)?

Hey! I know this wasn't a prompt, but I felt that there were already so many good insightful essays about their parallels and I couldn't add more. So instead I went... creative. I hope those 4k words down here make sense:

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i.  the setting sun

“Oh, are you starting at Hogwarts this year?”

The worst part is that Ginny knows what she would like to answer him.

Hi, Harry. Yes, I’m starting Hogwarts this year. I can’t wait to see the castle, meet the ghosts, start classes, and lfinally earn to do magic! You could give me a tour, tell me about your favourite spots at Hogwarts.

However, the words get stuck in her mouth, her tongue absolutely refusing to form any coherent sound. Warmth spreads through her body, her face in flames; her body twitches, fighting an urge to just run away, and then her elbow is in the butter dish.

*-*-*-*-*

There’s something about Evans.

James isn’t sure why the mistery about her attracts him so much, and yet he simply can’t ignore it. His eyes seem drawn to her figure – he always looks for her first when entering a classroom, he changes direction so he can sit closer to her in the Common Room.

And he doesn’t think she has even noticed his curiosity, until, one day, she turns to him from the next couch and asks plainly: “Do you have a problem with me?”

There are many fun ways to answer this, but under her gaze, James realises he can’t form any sentence. He can only stare and she knows she is staring and that makes him feel self-conscious. Everyone seems to be looking at him, waiting for James Potter’s witty hilarious answer, and the room is now suddenly warm.

“James—” Sirius’ voice is amused. “Are you blushing?”

ii. get on with your life. relax a bit.

There are tears at the corner of her eyes, but Ginny can’t tell if they are from anger or shame.

“And then, that stupid git of my brother told Harry he could go with me!”

Hermione grimaces. “Ron is not the most tactful person. What did you say?”

“I just said I was already going with Neville… Ugh, the kind of answers I could have give him—”

“Why didn’t you?”

Ginny looks away. “It’s just—Harry was there, and the situation was already too awkward, so I just left afterwards.”

“Hum.”

“What?”

“Do you ever think that Harry might take more notice of you if you—”

“Didn’t become a mute reddish freaky in front of him? All the time.”

“I was going to say if you move on, actually.” Hermione fidgets with her hands. “You know, let go of your—your crush—on him, go on with your life, maybe meet someone else, just be yourself. Give Ron the snarky answer he deserves when he’s obnoxious.”

“And this would make Harry—what? Realise he has deeply hidden feelings for me?”

“I don’t know that, but it would make him realise that he wants to be your friend at least. Your sassy humour is just the kind of thing Harry appreciates, only he never gets to see this side of you.”

“Oh.”

“Just think about it.”

*-*-*-*-*

James can’t help it. It’s his eyes’ fault; for someone who is practically blind without glasses, his eyes work just fine when it comes to noticing Lily Evans’ presence, and then his body reacts at once. Heart racing, cheeks in flame, hand flying to mess his hair, chest puffed out, and his voice becomes louder, smoother.

“They will confirm in the old records, but McGonagall assured me in private that I hold the record for most goals scored in one season—what do you think about it, Evans?”

Evans blinks. She raises her eyes from the book she’s reading, and then she does a double-take as if she is noticing everything about him; only she never seems pleased with what she is seeing.

“About what?”

“My record for most goals scored in one season. I heard there will be even a trophy.”

“A heavy one to match the size of your ego, I expect.”

And then she shakes her head, moving on to see closer to her friends. James sighs heavily.

In front of him, Remus bites his lips, watching him before saying in a very wary voice: “James—do you ever think that maybe this isn’t the best approach?”

“What? What approach? I wasn’t—”

“I mean, if I wanted to engage in a conversation with Lily, maybe Quidditch wouldn’t be the first topic.”

“But Quidditch is the best topic in the world!”

“Except… this wasn’t about Quidditch, but about you.” Remus looks to be regretting even starting this conversation. “Never mind, I—”

“What should I talk about with her? Because everything I try…” He shuts his voice. James hates showing any kind of despair, and yet Lily Evans manages to make him doubt himself every time.

“Well… she was holding a Transfiguration textbook, so instead of talking about your record—which is great, sure, we’re all happy for you and you deserve it—, maybe you could have offered to help her with her studies. Maybe relax a bit more around her so you don’t act all—all—”

“Desperate in love with a girl who hates me?”

“Sirius says she doesn’t. But, yes, less desperate. Maybe actually act like a friend. Talk to her as if you were a decent human being. She might take a bit more notice of you if you weren’t trying so much.” Remus shakes his head. “I know I’m not the best one to give relationship advice, but… just consider it, okay?”

iii. a strange twinge of annoyance

The Common Room is buzzy with the talk; Ron and Hermione invite him to dinner, and Harry denies it, ignoring the looks of concern they share, keeping his stare deeply in the embers of the fireplace as his mind pounders over the same trouble. It must be Malfoy’s fault, that is the only explanation…

And then a wave of a flowery scent suddenly drives away any concern from his mind, and Harry knows who just sat next to him even before he turns towards her.

“Hi, Ginny.”

“Hey.” She gives him a restrained smile due to the circumstances. “I heard what happened. Is Katie—”

“She is stable for now.”

“Thank goodness. Merlin, what an awful thing…”

She closes her eyes and presses her temple, distressed. Harry’s eyes move over her figure; Ginny is still wearing gloves, cloak and scarf, and her hair is all windswept, strands escaping her ponytail as if she had just been flying. It creates a rather charming effect.

“Did you just come back?”

“Yeah, we were strolling around the village, it took a while until we heard the news.”

“We—”

“Dean and I.” Ginny rolls her eyes. “He wanted to visit the Shrieking Shack, and it was so distant.”

For a moment, Harry’s mind plays a trick on him, and then he is seeing himself and Ginny by the fence over the Shrieking Shack, only neither is watching the building. Instead, they are looking at each other, and strands of Ginny’s flaming hair are whipping her face, so Harry puts her hair behind her ears, closes the gap between them and then—

“Then Seamus, Dean and Parvati showed up, and it was only when we got back to the Three Broomsticks that we heard what happened,” Ginny finishes, shattering the vision in Harry’s mind. He blinks furiously. “Are you okay?”

“I—yeah, sure.”

“Okay.” She doesn’t look as if she believes him. “Have you had dinner yet?”

“No, I’m not hungry.”

Again, Ginny throws him a disbelieving look, but what she says is: “I don’t want a full dinner either—how about we sneak off to the kitchens and grab a sandwich?”

Something inside him stirs approvingly at this, but then Harry suddenly remembers all the invitations he has made to Ginny lately and she refused, much to his discontentment, and much unlikely all the time they would spend together in the summer. “What about Dean?”

“He went to dinner.” She shrugs. “I’ve spent all day with him already, he can live a few hours without me.”

The thought of Dean alone makes him feel strangely satisfied, but Harry pushes this thought away, standing up, all troubles suddenly gone. “Sure.”

*-*-*-*-*

James lets out a heavy sigh as he throws himself next to her on the couch; his eyes are closed and he is pinching the bridge of his nose, looking so comically tired, that Lily can’t help her giggle.

“Oh, enjoying my misery, are you?” He asks without even looking at her.

“Your misery is mine as well, remember?” She nudges his shoulder. “I had the same week as you.”

“We are never again planning a Halloween Feast and a Hogsmeade trip in the same weekend. What a stupid idea.”

“I told you, and what did you say?” She deepens her voice, in a loose imitation of his. “Come on, Evans, it will be a challenge! We will have so much fun!”

“Evans, Evans.” He opens his eyes; Lily’s breath catches for a moment. There’s something very enticing in the way his eyes blend green and gold, almost like a kaleidoscope that demands her attention. “I’m the reckless one in this relationship. You are supposed to be the voice of the reason.”

Lily looks away. Lately, the voices in her head haven’t sound reasonable at all.

“Everything worked out in the end,” she says. “Our feast was a success.”

“Best Halloween feast ever, according to a very trustable survey.”

“How many people did you interview?”

“Hum. Four.”

“You and your friends are hardly trustable.”

“You hurt my feelngs, Evans. And for your information, it wasn’t just my friends. It was only Peter—and three First Years.”

Lily grins; that seems to be a common reaction in James’ presence lately. “Peter who never disagrees with you, and First Years who never saw any other feast?”

“The survey is closed, Evans, you can’t question it anymore.”

“Too bad, because if I could give my opinion, I would agree it was the best feast ever.” She can feel James’ gaze on her, but Lily keeps staring at her hands. “You were a good partner, Head Boy.”

There is a short moment of silence. “You were not bad yourself, Head Girl,” he says, voice very softly, as if he too can remember every moment they spent together this week. And then he stands up. “Well, at least now it’s over we will get normal hours of sleep again. No more staying out together late in the night.”

Something itches inside Lily, but she can’t find the right spot. She forces a smile now. “Well, at least Sirius will stop complaining I’ve stolen you.”

James laughs. He nods at her, and then he is gone. The Common Room feels colder now, strangely empty; Lily’s mind keeps replaying all the nights they’ve shared this past week, trying to finish every detail of the Halloween feast while also making sure the trip to Hogsmeade would happen without any problem, while also keeping with all their other obligations.

It had been tiring, consuming, and yet she hadn’t felt miserable at any moment, as if with James she thought anything was possible indeed. She accepted the challenge only because he would be involved—and now they were back to their regular schedule, James with his friends, not a constant presence by her side anymore…

She buries her nails into the palm of her hand and goes up to her dormitory.

iv. in a bit of a dilemma

Harry can’t take his eyes off Ginny.

It should be a normal thing to do, since he’s the captain of the Quidditch team, they are practicing right now, and he should be noticing the way Ginny is flying—even though she isn’t holding the quaffle, even though he’s been standing still for over a minute now, and that’s a dangerous thing to do in the Quidditch field—

He hears the swooping sound of the bludger but he is too late; the bludger hits his side, and he tries to not wince in pain.

“Sorry, Harry!” cries Jimmy at him, though he is not to be blamed at all. “I thought you had seen it!”

“Distracted, Harry?” Ginny asks, flying closer to him. There’s a smirk on her lips that he would very much like to kiss away. “Don’t you have something to do?”

Ask her out. Yeah, that’s the main obligation on Harry’s to-do list and yet he can’t find the right moment. Somehow, fifty feet above the ground, with deadly balls floating around them, doesn’t seem the perfect scenario.

“If you don’t do it, I will have to do it myself,” adds Ginny. Her eyes are sparkling, and she is moving even closer. His heart pumps furiously on his chest.

“You will?”

She spins her broom suddenly, almost hitting him, and then her laugh fills the night. “Here, Seeker.” She shows him the fluttering Snitch, safe in her hands. “It was just next to you, how didn’t you notice it?”

“I wasn’t paying attention to the Snitch.”

“You should, it’s worth 150 points.” Her gaze remains on him as she gives him back the Snitch, their hands brushing together. “You don’t wanna miss your chance, do you?”

And Ginny winks at him before drifting away.

*-*-*-*-*-*-*

James is laughing and somehow, even with all the sounds of conversations and jokes and music around them, Lily can hear it.

It’s a nice laugh, happy, joyful; dimples appear at the corner of his lips—lips that have been a constant presence in Lily’s dreams—, his eyes wrinkle and Lily wants to join this. She wants to take the ten steps that separate them from each other, push all those people out of her way and then—

Then what? She can never decide. Snog him in front of everyone? Ask him out? Ask him to ask her out? Just engage in a conversation with him and keep all her urges to herself?

Except this one is all she has been doing for a couple of months now, and it doesn’t seem to be helping at all. If anything, it’s making all the other urges just increase, in a fight that will probably end up with Lily Evans doing something very reckless and stupid. And that was James’ style, not hers.

If only he’d ask her out once again… or maybe he isn’t because he is not interested anymore… All these doubts are not helpful at all, and neither is his presence; when Lily blinks, she finds James in front of her, offering her a bottle of butterbeer.

“We can’t have anyone not drinking, Evans,” he tells her, with a wink that races her heart. “I would be a lousy Quidditch captain if I wasn’t making sure everyone is celebrating our victory.”

“I’m celebrating.” She raises her Gryffindor flag. “See? Go, go, Gryffindor!”

James chuckles. Lily’s life would be easier if the sound didn’t reverberate inside her.

“Good game, James.”

He beams at her. “It was, wasn’t it?” He looks around. “Did you see how Hestia avoided all those bludgers? I’ve never seen anyone catch the Snitch so fast as Dylan! And Mark and Gwendolyn seemed to be reading each other’s thoughts, the Slytherins couldn’t grab the quaffle from them at all—”

“Watch out,” she says playfully. “Your record will be broken.”

James shrugs. “That’s the thing about records, right? Someone will always break them. It’s just an incentive to be even better.” His hand suddenly flies to his hair. “What?”

“Nothing.” She lowers her head, knowing that she had been staring at James too intensely. “You’ve just really grown, that’s all.”

“Oh.” He hesitates for a moment. “Is this a good thing?”

Lily looks back at him; James’ hazel eyes are sparkling behind the lens of his glasses, and she is aware of the small distance between them, of how close they are, and how James doesn’t seem opposed to it.

She smiles. “Yeah, it’s a very good thing.”

There’s a smile on his lips full of secrets she wants to unveil. “I’ve changed—only not about everything, Evans.”

She can only hope so.

v. and without thinking, without planning it…

Kissing Harry feels… right.

In a moment Ginny is noticing everything; the smell of butterbeer in the party, the cheer of the crowd, the wings of the Snitch fluttering in her hand, the way Harry’s eyes are sparkling with determination, the warmth of his hands as he pulls her closer and the softness of his lips as he closes the gap between them.

And then there’s nothing else but Harry and Ginny, as if they are the last people strand in a desert island in a quiet sea, neither willing to leave their santuary. 

It’s an illusion that’s quickly shattered as they break apart, the room erupting in giggles and cries and wolf-whistles, but as she accepts Harry’s hand and follows him outside the portrait, she couldn’t care less about their audience.

*-*-*-*-*-*-*

Kissing James at the back of the Three Broomsticks feels reckless, and that’s something so appropriate for him that Lily can’t help but smile, their teeth crashing for a moment.

James breaks away, watching her with a dazed expression. “Are you laughing at me, Evans?”

“No.” She brushes her lips against his, unable to stand apart. “I’m just happy.”

“Good, because I’m happy also. Thrilled. Overjoyed. Sparkling.” He pounds each word with a kiss; her cheek; the corner of her lips; her neck.

Her heart beats loudly on her chest. “Shouldn’t we come back inside?”

“Nah.” Another kiss; she is short of breath by the time they break apart. “I think I’ll keep this moment just for the two of us.”

vi. happily oblivious

“I heard her brother acused him of betrayal.”

“I heard they were the reason she broke up with her boyfriend — they’ve been secretly together for months now!”

“I thought he still had a thing for Chang.”

“No, she broke up with because Potter was dating Granger.”

“And now he’s dating Weasley? That’s so messy.”

“Yeah, I always thought Potter would date the other Weasley… Oh, shut it, they are heading here.”

But the happy couple walks past their bench without turning around.

*-*-*-*-*-*-*

“Oh, I can’t believe they are finally a thing.”

“How dense are you, Wormtail? They’ve been making eyes at each other for months now.”

“They are together for months?”

“No.” A chuckle. “I don’t think Prongs would have managed to keep it a secret. Look at him.”

“Yeah, yeah, our dear Prongs is glowing. Who knew that a bit of snogging was all he needed?”

“Not any snog. He’s too smitten with Lily.”

“How adorable—hey, do you think he’ll notice it if we borrow his Cloak?”

“Normally yes, but…” Remus glances at the couple laughing over a Potions essay, oblivious to their discussion. “I’m sure James won’t mind today.”

vii. best source of comfort

The days following Dumbledore’s death are one of the most beautiful days Harry has ever lived at Hogwarts. Everything seems at peace, as if time is suspended; the sun shines high, the afternoons are warm, birds sing in the trees.

It’s so easy to imagine the other version of himself, the one without any scar, without the weight of the world on his shoulders. The one who’s enjoying the end of the exams with the promise of a happy long summer ahead, instead of dreading his future, instead of mustering courage to end the one thing that had made him the happiest he has ever been—

He glances at Ginny at his side; his heart misses a beat. Ginny looks beautiful, wearing her Hogwarts robes, the skirt rose up to the middle of her tights to enjoy the sunlight over her fair skin; her head is thrown back as if she wants every bit of her skin to absord the warmth; the wind waves her hair; her eyes are honey pools in this light, the pupil barely visible.

She feels his gaze, turning to look at him; for a moment Harry fears she will ask him what he was thinking, that she will realise what he’s been postponing all these days. But all Ginny does is extend her hand to him, and Harry accepts it, lets her pull him closer until his head is over her lap.

She stays quiet as she brushes his hair, messing it, taking his fringe out of his forehead. Harry lets her, because when he is with Ginny, he never spares any thought to the lightning-bolt scar marking his skin.

*-*-*-*-*-*-*

The days following his graduation are nothing like James imagined before. No rush to find a nice place for him and his friends at London; no invitation from major Quidditch teams for him to join them; no nights celebrating their new found freedom.

Instead, only one week after finishing his education, James finds himself at St. Mungo’s, waiting for Sirius to wake up from a curse that he never saw coming; or maybe Sirius did and ignored its potential anyway. That would be what James would have done, too certain nothing could kill him.

And why should anything kill him? He is barely eighteen. He was great at school, why wouldn’t he also great out here, in real life? Who is to say he will be killed in this stupid war — and yet it’s been two days and Sirius hasn’t woken up yet and Sirius would never let anything stand between himself and his life, his friends…

“James.” Lily’s voice breaks through the darkness surrounding him. He looks at her, knelt in front of him, offering him a cup of tea that he accepts without feeling its heat. But when Lily holds his face, when her eyes demand his full attention, and when she places a soft kiss on his lips, he feels her warmth, her light.

Something to keep him going. The reason he is fighting for. The reason he has to live for.

“Everything is gonna be okay,” she promises, and James believes in her.

viii. and the feel of her lips on his—

There’s a light breeze that seems to come out of nowhere, bringing it with him a soft scent that Ginny would recognize until her last breath. Harry’s scent, faint but still lingering.

She glances around, squinting her eyes against the darkness of the grounds, but there’s no movement. Harry isn’t there; he’s probably inside of the castle with Ron and Hermione, planning the next move, trying to push away any guilt he must be feeling — and she knows he does — until this battle is won And then Harry will sink into his guilt, will think everything is his fault to blame, and he will say he would give up his life if that meant saving those who are gone—

And Harry would mean it from the bottom of his heart.

Uneasiness fills her. She glances again towards the forest, frowning, thinking; Harry wouldn’t really sacrifice himself, would he? He must know that this would not end the war, it would not make Voldemort stop neither would make them give up. He has to know that as much as she loves him, this goes beyond him…

Except he doesn’t know she loves him. Ginny never told him.

She closes her eyes for a moment, one hand supporting herself against a column of the castle, and the other touching her lips. It’s been months since her last kiss with Harry, and still she recalls that moment, how close they had been in those short few seconds, how she poured a part of her soul into that kiss and how, instead of breaking her apart as the diary made her feel, it had fulfilled her.

Where Tom Riddle had brought her only misery, Harry was happiness and sunlit days and the promise of the morning come.

Her gaze strays one last time to the forest before she enters the castle. Harry will be fine, she has to believe in this.

*-*-*-*-*-*-*

“The first time we kissed. No, the moment you accepted to marry me. Wait, when we actually married and Sirius was weeping, I thought I was going to faint and you—you looked amazing.”

Lily shifts in bed to look at him.

“What?”

“I was thinking—just something Sirius said. Never mind.”

“Go on, James.”

He holds her hand, massaging her knuckles. “That time he almost died… he said he saw his life flashing before his eyes. My—my dad used to say the same thing. About your last thought before dying.”

Her chest feels heavy. “Don’t—”

“I’m not trying to be a pessimist,” he assures her. “But if I die tomorrow or in one hundred years… you would still be my last thought.” He caresses her face, eyes boring into hers as if he could look at her for a long time and never tire of it. “I love you.”

“I—” But her breath catches; James pulls her closer, burying her into his chest, pressing his lips to his forehead and Lily almost wishes she could live in this moment forever. “I have something to tell you.” She presses his hand. “I’m pregnant.”

All sorts of emotions shine through his face; disbelief, panic, numbness, more fear, until James’ smiling, beaming at her, despite everything, and this is all what Lily needs right now. With James everything seems possible.

She saves the memory of his smile in her heart; that would be a worthy last thought.

ix. all is well

The potion glows blue. Neither Ginny or Harry were the best potion makers in school but after their first attempt, all with the same results, there’s only one conclusion.

“I’m pregnant,” Ginny says, and somehow hearing her say it finally makes all of this turn into something real. Her hand touches her flat belly. “We are expecting.”

He hears the amazement in her voice, and that brings him a relief Harry didn’t know he needed. Having a kid had always been part of their plans, but with their careers and the calming notion they don’t have to rush anything, those plans had always seemed to belong into a distant future.

Except this future just became the present.

“I—” There aren’t enough words to explain how happy he feels at this moment, but luckily Ginny always seemed to understand him even when Harry couldn’t express it. She opens her arms, and he spins her around her until everything he feels floods into touches and kisses and still doesn’t seem enough. He loves her. He loves them together.

Later, laying in bed, his hand caressing her belly, he asks: “Is it too soon to think about setting up a room? Buying clothes? Ask for a break at work?”

Ginny laughs. “It might. Let’s see how far along I’m first, then we figure everything else.”

Harry nods. “And about names—”

“Oh, no.” She kisses him softly. “We already know what he or she will be called, Harry.” She closes her eyes. “It’s only fitting.”

#Jily #Hinny #That's to say there are many parallels and differences between them #Harry isn't exactly like James or Lily #neither is Ginny all like James or Lily #it's not a mirror #but sometimes people just go through the same journeys #also there is a sense of things coming around at the end #or i hope so #tell me what you think?

[mickcedesagenda]

05.03.2023 | BAHRAIN 2023

Watching the race was an odyssey, and I admit I got bored quickly. It got entertaining the moment Alonso started to overtake. Anyway, this is my opinion.

RED BULL

Max Verstappen is a beast. I'm afraid I'll have to say it every week. He had that amazing dominance typical of him. The only bad thing is that there's no fight for P1, only the lower positions, and that's boring. Still, the Red Bull drivers that dominate and people hate have a very special place in my heart. He finished P1 (1:33:56.736).

I want to see more of Checo. Unfortunately, he is behind Max and ahead of the others, so they don't show him because there are no overtakes. Even so, every time he does overtakes, it's incredible the power and speed he picks up in a matter of seconds. I already want more wins from Checo in 2023. He finished P2 (+11.987s)

ASTON MARTIN

FERNANDO ALONSO 2023 WDC! The Curse of Bahrain/the First Round. Period. He did amazing. I watched excited for him. He literally was the most exciting driver of the whole race because his fights were incredible, and I hope to see more of that during the season. He finished P3 (+38.637s)

Lance Stroll P6 is the most amazing of all. After the race, he told his entire journey to drive again, and it's an incredible story. I stand by my position - he shouldn't race and fully recover because he could be a danger to himself and others, but I also accept he did great. It's a shame that he touched Fernando on the first lap because it shows he doesn't have great control due to the pain in his wrists, but he only has to improve, I guess. He finished P6 (+54.502s), with a +15.865s gap from his teammate.

FERRARI

It's a shame that so many people are throwing hate at Carlos when he finished P4 after spending the ENTIRE weekend talking and showing that the car was not the best. He was able to hold his own against Lewis and hold P4, and the battle with Fernando was interesting as well. Many are talking about a conspiracy of how problems only happen to Charles. I feel like all of them are idiots for blinding themselves and not realizing that they both have the curse called Ferrari. The difference is that Charles is closer to a WDC. Carlos has mechanical issues and DNFs as well, and assuming that he or someone else is sabotaging Charles is stupid.

Charles' DNF was the most heartbreaking of all. It's a shame. I can't believe it's a mechanical problem after LITERALLY fixing the car before the race. How is it possible? Now they're risking a 10-position penalty. And supposedly, it was human error in the first damn race. I hope, based on last year, it's the Curse of Bahrain/the First Round. Charles Leclerc 2023 WDC.

MERCEDES

I'll go crazy. I usually defend Toto but he needs to change his fucking car immediately because I need Sir Lewis Hamilton to win his 8th Title. Yes, the fight with Alonso was incredible, I loved it. BUT. HOW IS IT POSSIBLE THEY WERE FIGHTING FOR P4?! I really hope it's the Curse of Bahrain/the First Round and that this means he's going to end up champion.

It makes me angry to talk about Mercedes. George lost a position! I know it doesn't sound like much, but the standards I have for the Big 3 teams are different from the others, and what I expect from Mercedes is podiums and wins, not losing positions!!! To think that George gave up just on the first race, saying that Red Bull will win everything ??? God. I want to see George win races, and I need Mercedes to get their shit together.

ALFA ROMEO

Valtteri won points and 4 positions (P12 to P8)! I was happy, okay? But watching Alfa Romeo battle with none other than Mercedes, Ferrari, and Aston Martins was hilarious. Valtteri did very well.

Zhou lost 3 positions (P13 to P16) and finished second last. It's a shame because I'm looking forward to seeing him gain points this season. He said the car felt better than it did in Qualifying, which is…odd? worrying? I don't know, I expect a lot from them.

ALPINE

Pierre had the record for the most overtakes, 11 in total! (P20 to P9!). He had a good pace and did incredibly. I have nothing more to say. Esteban was in P9 in Qualifying, so I just hope Alpine doesn't become one of those teams where one driver has to be terrible while the other does well.

Esteban truly was the struggle of the year. I felt sorry for him, he had so many penalties and like a 20-second penalty in total. I feel the acceleration in the pitlane was a bit over the top and deserved just a call-out. The good note is that Alpine was smart to retire him to save the motor (allegedly). I wish they had retired him a bit sooner, but oh well. Despite everything, they had a good pace.

WILLIAMS

I think I'm talking from my love for Alex Albon, but I find it incredible that he has won 5 positions (P15 to P10) and finished in the points! The Williams showed what I saw during Testing. They weren't going to be quicker than Red Bull or Ferrari, but I knew they could show the possibility of being in the midfield. Much of this must be thanks to the driver's position during Qualifying, but I am hopeful.

Okay even though Logan didn't finish in the points, he was the highest-placed rookie, gaining 4 positions (P16 to P12). While I'm not a fan of Logan, I like to see Williams with a car that can move them up several positions.

ALPHATAURI

Yuki gained 3 positions (P14 to P11) and narrowly missed the points (+1.126s from Alex Albon). Yuki had very good maneuvers and put up quite a fight, but it wasn't enough. Yuki said his pace was faster than expected, which made me laugh because I also expected them to be slower. They recognize that Williams is faster than them at certain points, so I wonder if the fight to see who will be in the midfield will be Williams and AlphaTauri.

Nyck gained 5 positions (P19 to P14) but there were 3 DNFs, so he was almost at the end, +1 lap from the leader. The pace wasn't the best in the world, but I think Nyck has a lot of room to improve. AlphaTauri was better than I expected from them, yet I feel like they should be better than they are anyway.

HAAS

I'm very happy with Kevin gaining 4 positions (P17 to P13). I want things to work out for Kevin, but I'm praying for Haas' downfall, so I'm conflicted.

I know I have a bias for Nico Hülkenberg but hey, he finished 5 positions lower (P10 to P15) which is obviously not ideal. Both Haas were +1 laps, and Nico H. received a 15-second penalty for violating track limits multiple times.

MCLAREN

Lando was fighting Esteban to see who had to go to pitlane more often. Now seriously, that McLaren was about to explode, I'm surprised it made it to the end but it was +2 laps. I imagine it must be so frustrating for Lando, being referred to as "the only driver other than the Big 3 to be on the podium" and now he didn't make it past Q2 and finished last in the race. Someone analyzed the race pace and Lando was one of the best or the best; this is not entirely correct because he was being lapped by the leaders, and as he was behind them, he had the opportunity to use the DRS and increase his pace, and this was almost at the end of the race. Lando said it wasn't as bad as they expected. DID YOU EXPECT IT TO BE WORSE?!

Ow Oscar :( It's a shame he had car issues and a DNF, especially so early in the race and the season. I was really excited to see him. It's his first race, and there's still the whole season for him to recover, but I'm worried that McLaren is unreliable and will DNF all the time.

#f1 #2023 - season journal #bahrain 2023 #red bull racing #aston martin #max verstappen #checo pérez #fernando alonso #lance stroll #ferrari #carlos sainz #charles leclerc #mercedes #lewis hamilton #george russell #alfa romeo #valtteri bottas #zhou guanyu #alpine f1 #pierre gasly #esteban ocon #williams f1 #alex albon #logan sargeant #alpha tauri #yuki tsunoda #nyck de vries #kevin magnussen #nico hulkenberg #haas f1 team

[discountdemonwarehouse]

Domestic December Day 27

Quinn and Terzo share a meal and read their fortunes

Mostly SFW, casual mentions of sex but nothing explicit.

     

        Russel Demuir’s birthday was almost always spent having a ghoul transport Sera to the States to order from a particular Chinese restaurant, always bringing back enough for two or three days worth of leftovers. Sometimes it felt like they ordered one of everything on the menu. Rice, noodles, vegetables, beef, chicken, pork, shrimp, soups, egg rolls, spare ribs, wontons… Everything! The refrigerator held nothing but Chinese food for those days. Quinn and Terzo always rifled through the boxes the day after, seeking their favourite dishes to heat up after the birthday celebration was over. The two sat shoulder to shoulder on Terzo’s couch, watching T.V. and eating their food. Occasionally, one would steal food from the other’s dishes, sometimes prompting playful fighting and arguing. Quinn reached over with her chopsticks, grabbing a piece of chicken from Terzo’s plate. “Hey! Vaffanculo ! (Fuck off!) ” Quinn made a face at him. “You’re lucky I like you, strega ! ( hag/witch )” He gave her an arch look, stealing some beef off her plate. “Oh no, you’re lucky I like you.” Terzo scoffed, before sobering a little. “I am though – lucky, that is.” “We’re both lucky,” she gave him a small smile. “I know at eleven years old I definitely did not think I’d find my best friend in Italy.” “I can confirm I never expected to have an American as my best friend either,” he laughed. 

        They finished their plates and Terzo grabbed the two fortune cookies from the small table nearby, passing one to Quinn. He lazily opened his cookie, pulling the small slip of paper out. “Now, tesoruccio ( little treasure ), remember – we have to add ‘in bed’ to the end of these.” “That’s such a stupid thing, but I suppose some are hilarious.” “Is it not American custom?!” He insisted, grinning. “Ugh… Get on it with it then.” “Try everything once, even the things you don't think you will like – in bed! I always do!” Terzo said smugly, holding the small slip of paper. “What’s yours say?” “Depart not from the path which fate has assigned you… in bed.” “And what have you been doing in bed that I am unaware of, Quinn?” he teased, bumping her with his elbow. “Quit it! Nothing. I go to bed and I go to sleep, that is all that happens in my bed.” “What about other people’s beds?” Terzo asked suggestively. She gave him a flat look. “You’re breaking my heart, tesoruccio . Sex is… what word do I want… eh, amazing. The passion, the feelings, the emotions…” “Emotions? From the man whose bed is almost a revolving door and flees commitment?” Quinn teased. “Casual things can have emotions, too. Not everything is a romance novel. Which you’d know if you weren’t a virgin.” Quinn gave him a testy look before snatching one of the halves of his fortune cookie out of his hand and popping it into her mouth. “There is no shame in being a virgin, you just haven’t experienced certain things yet, that’s all.” “Oh my god, stop talking,” she laughed before changing the topic. “Is Copia coming to watch movies tonight?” “Hm, I think so? Primo was going to fake needing his help to give him a better cover story. Despite being an adult he still allows Sister too much control,” Terzo clucked his tongue disparagingly.

#the band ghost #fanfic #papa emeritus iii #ghost fanfiction #papa terzo #terzo #ghost terzo #ghost fic #terzo emeritus #female oc #female original character #young terzo #domestic december #domestic December 2023

[greystormclouds]

Back Against The Wall, Fists Against The World

Fandom: The Boys Rating: M Pairing: Hughie Campbell/Billy Butcher A/N: So I'm new to this fandom and there is a shocking lack of fic that isn't smut. Don't get me wrong, I like a good smut but I prefer character studies more, so here we are. You know what they say, if nobody else has done it, do it yourself. So here I present to you my first fic for this fandom.

Also I wanted to have a supe antagonist in this and The Deep is so stupid that I decided to make him extra ridiculous in this. So enjoy the fishy antics.

Excerpt: Nobody can stop you from taking your weakness and using it to your advantage, whether for personal, political, or diabolical gains. To put it in words that Butcher would appreciate - even when your back is against the wall, your fists will always be against the world. So punch, and keep punching, and let the wall that’s blocking you be your support, not your obstacle. 

As the bullets rained down on the concrete and he came skidding to a halt, sitting behind a large metal dumpster, Hughie could only conjure up one embittered thought:

He we fucking go again. One day, just one goddamn day without somebody trying to blow his ass sky high was all asked for, but apparently even that small hope was too much for whatever sadistic motherfucker was sitting up in heaven on his golden throne. No, it was far more amusing to watch the weak, terrified, criminally exhausted supe hunter get pistol-whipped for the umpteenth time in as many days. Hughie let his head fall back, thumping against the dumpster with all the energy of a limp-necked baby. Somewhere behind his makeshift shelter The Deep was out there, antagonising the rest of the boys, using his superhuman ability of being the biggest cocksucker within whatever given space he happened to find himself in. Right now he was throwing insults, and several snapping lobsters which he had acquired from a nearby fishmongers at them. If it wasn’t so routine by now, Hughie would have thought it was hilarious, but as it stood he couldn’t find the energy to feel anything besides exasperation. 

Without warning, a second body shoved itself down next to him and Hughie looked over to see Butcher crouched at the side of the dumpster, peaking around it as lobsters came flying past them, hitting the adjacent brick wall and breaking on impact. It took a moment for the older man to register he was sharing the space with somebody, but after pulling back sharply, barely dodging getting a lobster to the face, he turned his head and met Hughies eyes with a glare. 

“Take a picture, you can wank to it later,” he said, adjusting himself so he was better shielded from the lobster pelting. 

Hughie rolled his eyes and planted one of his hands on the ground. It was covered in blood and bruised, but after the other injuries he’d sustained recently he hardly noticed it. “You know, I’d tell you to shove it, but I don’t have any fucks left to give.” 

The deflation in Hughie’s voice caught Butcher’s attention, and while he was far from sympathetic he did let out a rough chuckle. “Well, ain’t that a shame.” 

A wail rang out, one that suspiciously sounded like Frenchie’s, and the lobsters momentarily stopped being launched in their direction. Butcher slipped his hand into his pocket and pulled out some ammo, after which he began reloading the handgun he always kept on him. Hughie watched as Butcher’s hands deftly slid the gun open and got to work, showing just how much experience he had with weapons. It made everything so much more surreal. Just how had Hughie gotten himself into this shit? Why for the love of all that was holy, why did he keep coming back? That was some philosophical crap that would have to wait until another day, right now they had a crazy fishman to deal with, and he wasn’t going anywhere without some persuasion. Now there was a sentence Hughie never thought he’d, well, think. 

“How the fuck do we get him off our tail?” He asked just as Butcher snapped his gun back together. 

He flicked his eyes towards Hughie and shook his head. “I’d say we go and get ourselves some fish and chips, that should make this cunt shit his pants.” 

Hughie smirked. “You wish it was that easy.” 

“This cunt is easy, he’s done every bird in town.” 

The facetious quip caught Hughie off guard and he involuntarily snorted at Butcher’s crude - but accurate - observation. “Okay, fair enough. Still, we can’t just sit behind this dumpster forever.” 

An ear-piercing screech ripped through the air and the two men exchanged glances before getting to their feet and peaking out behind the dumpster. The gunfire had ceased, and so had the lobsters. Their gazes trailed over the bullet holes in the ground and spashes of blood over the concrete until they came to rest on The Deep, who was standing in the middle of the alleyway clutching his arm which looked like a limp noodle. “She broke my arm! That bitch broke my arm!” He screamed, looking at his arm and then to his left where Kimiko stood covered in blood and fresh lobster meat. 

Butcher tucked his gun into his coat pocket and rolled his neck. “I think you have your answer, Hugh.” 

They walked forward and stopped in front of Deep, while Kimiko ran off to help Frenchie who was struggling to get to his feet. Butcher pulled himself up, puffing his chest out and stared Deep down without flinching. It was impressive just how big Butcher's balls were, he never seemed phased by supes, just infinitely pissed off by them. 

“Tell me where that flying fucker is or I’ll find every single one of your fishy friends and shove them up your ass one by one,” he said, leaning forward to make it clear he meant business. 

Deep frowned and pulled back, wincing as the movement jerked his arm. “Go fuck yourself. You’re an idiot, Homelander will destroy you in ten seconds even if you do find it.” 

Butcher smirked, his lips parted slightly to reveal his teeth. “I’m counting on it.” 

The casual dismissal didn’t seem to go down well, and Deep just looked at Butcher like he’d sprouted an extra head - which if Hughie was being honest, was a completely valid reaction to have to Butcher’s behaviour. What wasn’t a valid reaction was the punch that Deep threw, hitting Butcher square in the jaw and throwing him across the alley. Deep shook his head and turned around, before he began jogging away like a deranged cartoon character. 

“Fuck this shit, I’m out!” 

The air was filled with low groans and Hughie spun on heels, running over to Butcher who was pushing himself up, one hand cupping his bleeding lip. The blood matted his beard and his eyes appeared to be slightly glazed-over from the knock to the head he’d gotten. 

“That fish fucker, I should have kicked him in the bollocks while I had the chance,” Butcher said, spitting some blood onto the ground. 

Hughie threw and arm around Butcher’s shoulders and hoisted him up, supporting him as they walked out to the street where Frenchie and Kimiko had already retreated to the van. “Maybe next time don’t threaten the fish,” he suggested, shifting Butcher’s weight as they walked. 

Butcher looked up and side-eyed him. “I’ll do whatever the fuck I want.” 

“Of course you will,” Hughie sighed. “You always do.” 

“Damn straight. I’m nothing if not persistent.” 

Hughie paused his walking and looked at Butcher with a smile full of confusion and endearment. “You’re so fucking weird.” 

Butcher raised an eyebrow. “Mate, don’t talk to me about weird when you’re the one who fucking frolicks down the street singing Billy Whatever-The-Fuck like you’re some kind of demented disney princess.” 

“At least I have some joy in my life,” Hughie muttered, tightening his hold on the arm Butcher had draped over him. “Let me have my music, and I’ll let you have your vengeance fetish.” 

A strong breeze blew through the alleyway and a small leaf from gods-knows-where got caught in it, gliding along the wind current until it gentle settled and caught at the very front of Hughies curls. Seeing the outline of it just above his eyeline, Hughie brought his eyes together to try and focus on it, which resulted in him crossing his eyes dumbly. Butcher watched him for a moment silently, before using his free hand to reach forward and brush the leaf away. His hand ghosted over Hughie’s forehead and the younger mans eyes immediately snapped back into their normal position, directed straight at Butcher in shock. 

Billy Butcher was a lot of things. Mostly he was an asshole who kept everyone at arms length, to the point where he rarely ever said anything good about anyone. He was a maniac with severe anger issues, a revenge complex and a hardon for killing supes like they were game. One thing Billy Butcher wasn’t, was soft , but right now, Hughie couldn’t think of any better descriptor. 

Before he could ruminate on it any further, Butcher tugged him forward and they began closing the distance between them and the van. This whole situation was fucked, but there were little moments like this one that made the neverending stream of shit the tiniest bit tolerable. They didn’t numb the pain, or make Hughie feel any less exhausted, but they muted the blows ever so slightly and that had to count for something. It was the same with Annie, while a lot of their relationship was a complete mess, there were some silver linings that made all the rest worth it. Similar upsides were harder to find with Butcher, mainly because they were layered between about fifty different levels of trauma and self-flagellation, but they did exist and could be found if you dug deep enough. 

They reached the van and the doors opened with a crash, Frenchie popped his head out and grabbed Butcher from the other side, dragging them up and onto the backseat. “Mes ami, we need to get back to the safehouse. M.M. is already setting up first aid,” he said, jumping out of the back and sliding into the driver's seat. Kimiko was already in the passenger seat, and she looked back at Hughie and Butcher with silent anger. Hughie couldn’t blame her, she didn’t deserve this, none of them did, but especially not her. 

The van took off down the street and Butcher pulled himself off Hughie, falling back into the carseat. “I don’t need no first aid,” he said, wiping his blood-dripping nose with the back of his hand. 

“The hell you don’t,” Hughie said, staring at the blood streaming down Butcher’s face. The more time passed the more wounds seemed to be appearing. “You look like shit.” 

“Thanks.” 

Hughie had to resist the urge to roll his eyes. Instead of arguing he laid back against the seat and closed his eyes, and began playing Billy Joel’s Pressure in his head so he could block out the smell of raw seafood from his mind. 

***

Later than night Hughie was sitting on the couch, watching some looney toons short. It was one with Wile E. Coyote and Roadrunner. They were chasing each other around the desert, throwing TNT sticks at each other. For something that was supposed to be completely out of the realm of reality, this felt way too familiar. 

Butcher walked up and plopped himself down beside Hughie. M.M. had patched him up after a minor argument, and now he had a bandage over his nose, one wrapped around his hand and a black eye. He reached over and wordlessly grabbed a handful of chips from the bag Hughie was holding in his lap. “Hey, go get your own food,” he snapped, pulling the bag away as Butcher brough the chips to his other hand and placed one in his mouth. 

“Shut the fuck up, I’m hungry,” he said through a mouthful of crushed potato. 

Hughie glared at him and plucked a chip from the bag, throwing it into his own mouth. “You could have at least asked first.” 

Butcher quirked an eyebrow. “I thought we was friends.” 

“We are?” Hughie scoffed. “Could have had me fooled.” 

There was a silence, filled with the sounds of chips being crunched and the explosions of cartoon TNT before Butcher responded. “Hugh, I know I’m a cunt, I’ve never pretended not to be. But you’re too deep into this shit now, I can’t let you leave, it would be a liability.” 

Sighing, Hughie tossed the chip packet over to Butcher and sagged into the couch. “That’s what’s so shitty about all of this. I’m just along for the ride because I have nowhere else to go, and you can’t afford to have me running around without being supervised.” He rolled his head over to look Butcher in the eye. “I’m not a fucking child and I’m sick of being treated that way. It’s the reason I left my dad and came with you in the first place.” 

Butcher crunched on another chip and watched Hughie thoughtfully. “You’re not a child, but you are a right pain in my arse. Would it kill you to listen to me for once?” 

“Yes!” Hughie shouted. “Yes, it would! Nearly everything you want me to do can potentially get me killed in about ten different ways!” 

“Stop being a pussy,” Butcher said coarsely, putting the chips down on the floor. “We got through today, didn’t we? We’ll get through tomorrow as well, and the next day. So stop whinging.”

Hugging pressed his lips together and sat up, gesturing at Butcher’s nose. “Look at you, you call this ‘getting through’ it? You’re going to end up a pile of mincemeat by the time you’re done with this shit.” 

A frown turned the corners of Butcher’s lips and he brought a hand up to stroke his beard. “And what’s it to you? If you’re so bloody upset why don’t you fuck off?” 

There was the question Hughie had been asking himself for a while now. Why didn’t he just leave and never look back. It wasn’t like he needed to stay with Butcher. He could have asked Mallory to put him in Witness Protection with his dad, it wouldn’t have been hard, but he didn’t; in fact the thought had never crossed his mind when it had been available. For some reason he’d just assumed he’d stay with the boys, like that was where he was meant to be, but why the hell had he unconsciously made that decision when being part of any of this was killing his very soul? 

He looked into Butcher’s eyes and felt his breathing slow. Those eyes could rip you apart like you were a piece of paper, make you feel like you were being stared down to a lazer (no pun intended), but there was also an undercurrent of affection there. You could only see it if you knew where to look, and how, and if you’d been around butcher long enough to work this shit out, but it definitely existed. It occurred to Hughie that searching for those stray hints of warmth beneath the sobering bitterness Butcher used as a shield had become somewhat of a hobby for him; just like searching for those decent moments amongst the shit. They were there but they were hard to find. 

And Hughie wanted to find them.

He wanted to find every single one and stack them like some deranged reverse-jenga tower until he could slot enough of them into place that they became stable and constant. He wanted to gather those wisps of humanity and make Butcher see that he had the capacity to be a decent person if he wanted to; he was just too caught up in being an asshole to realise. Hughie wanted to make Butcher see that there was no shame in having some weaknesses. Hughie should know, he had more than his own fair share, but over time he’d come to realise something - and not without the help of Butcher’s insanity to lead him there. It might be embarrassing to be cornered and torn apart, beaten down at every opportunity, but that never eliminates your ability to hit back just as hard. Nobody can stop you from taking that weakness and using it to your advantage, whether for personal, political, or diabolical gains. To put it in words that Butcher would appreciate - even when your back is against the wall, your fists will always be against the world. So punch, and keep punching, and let the wall that’s blocking you be your support, not your obstacle. 

Hughie wanted to make Butcher see this, but he never would, He was a stubborn goat of a man, and there was no two ways about it, but that didn’t mean Hughie wasn’t going to try, because he was going to take his own advice. If Butcher put Hughie’s back against the wall, Hughie would put his fists out and hit him with morality over and over again until he finally began to listen to him; and that, right there, is why Hughie didn’t fuck off. How could he hit Butcher if he left? 

“No,” Hughie finally said, shaking his head. “I’m not fucking off because you need me.” 

Butcher tilted his head ever-so-slightly, and pressed his lips together in an unimpressed non-physical shrug. “This ain’t some movie, Hugh, this is reality. You can’t spout shit like that and think I’m going to take it seriously.”

A growl rumbled in Hughie's throat and he poked Butcher in the side. “I am serious. You need me, you need all of us or you’ll implode and blow the world up with you.” 

A sigh escaped Butcher’s lips and he wiped his brow tiredly. “I don’t know how many times I have to say that everybody should stay away from me as much as they can. I ain’t good for anyone.” 

“I don’t care,” Hughie said resolutely. “You’ve got me whether you want me or not.” 

Butcher shook his head and laid back against the couch. “You’re doin’ my ‘ead in. I swear you’re worse than me gran.” His gaze rolled over to Hughie. “All she did was care about me, and all I did was disappoint her.” He paused. “You don’t even have a reason to care, I’m just some cunt who ruined your life, remember?” 

Hughie stared at him with hard eyes. Yes, it was true that Butcher had upended his life, but no more so than A-Train already had before Butcher showed up. The vigilantism was definitely an unwelcome and terrifying addition to his daily exploits, but Hughie couldn’t say it was all Butcher's fault. He was the one that pulled the trigger on Translucent, he was the one who had chosen to follow Butcher in the first place. If Hughie hadn't pursued him, Butcher would have left after getting his information and Hughie would still be selling DVD players in the electronics shop. They were both guilty of instigating this, just in different ways. 

There was no doubt Hughie was angry. He was pissed he'd thrown himself into the fire and that Butcher had subsequently dragged him even further into hell. In fact Hughie was furious, so much so that he wanted to tear his hair out and scream at the top of his lungs, but what made it so much worse was that throughout all of it Butcher never really saw him. Sure, Hughie was there, but that never meant anything, he was just a pawn in Butcher’s grand plan to take down Vought. Hughie wanted more than that, wanted to actually rate. All he needed was for Butcher to give him something, anything to show that he was more than a disposable lackie, that he actually had a use. Hughie wanted to know Butcher actually liked him; because he liked Butcher, fuck knows why, but he did. 

That’s why Hughie cared about Butcher. He liked him. 

The realisation hit Hughie like a train and he pressed his lips together at the sheer force of it. He Liked Butcher . Oh shit, of fuck, oh god damn fuck shit fuck notfuckshit- No. Hughie shook himself and clenched his fists together. Remember your own advice he told himself, taking a steady breath in slowly. Butcher, the cunt, had backed him into the wall with his question - made Hughie realise things he didn’t even know were bumping around in his brain - but he wasn’t going to let Butcher win. Not this time. Summoning all of his mental strength, Hughie lifted his proverbial fists and narrowed his gaze, getting ready to strike. 

“You really want me to answer that question?” He asked slowly. 

Butcher rolled his eyes. “Stop being a twa-” 

And Hughie hit. He hit so hard that he flew forward and crushed their mouths together roughly, swallowing Butcher’s insult before he could finish it. It was hard, and slightly painful, but Hughie wanted to send a message that Butcher would understand. He felt two rough hands move up his back, one gripped his shirt and the other slid up to his neck, tangling in his curls. Butcher let the kiss linger for a few more seconds before tugging Hughie’s hair and pulling him away. Hughie winced and looked into Butcher’s eyes, expecting anger and possibly a punch to the face, but all he saw was that softness he’d spied earlier in the day - except now it was stronger than it had ever been before. 

“Shut the fuck up,” he half-whispered as Butcher studied him silently. “Let me care.” 

The older man closed his eyes and tilted his head down, making it so that their foreheads pressed together. “You’ll regret you ever said that.” 

Hughie let his lips curve into a small smile and lifted one of his hands to run it through Butcher’s bread, letting it rest cupping the side of his jaw. “That will be my problem.” His eyes wandered down Butcher's face until they came to his lips which were curled downwards in a frown. Hughie tilted his head forward and placed a softer, tender kiss on Butcher’s mouth before pulling away again. “In the meantime, stop being a cunt.” 

Butcher snorted and pushed Hughie away, shoving him back so that he landed against the couch with a thud. The older man smirked at him as he straightened himself up and then bent forward to pick up the bag of chips he had discarded earlier. Hughie watched him silently, but smiled when Butcher held out the chip packet to him with a smirk. “That’s my line, you little shite.” 

Yep, Hughie would just keep hitting, and hitting, and hitting. And maybe one day, if he was lucky, he’d hit a bullseye. Until then, he’d search for these moments, however rare they were, and he’d take what he could get. 

#the boys fanfc #the boys fanfiction #the boys tv #the boys #my writing #the boys amazon #hughie campbell #fanfic #hughie x butcher #billy butcher #fanfiction #writing

[evankelmpp]

Superman hcs !!

disclaimer!! autism is a spectrum the way i may experience is not the way we all experience it, im just going off of mine

Tags:

SFW, superman x autistic!reader, gnc!reader, fluff, alternative!reader , i am a newer superman fan so that’s it’s own warning, no pronouns used, and alt!reader, mention of allergies (reader has allergies), reader is physically smaller then superman (not like 4,5 petite or skinny, weight isn’t mentioned)

(sorry for the 50 million tags just wanted to include more diversity cause i see none)

• Due to his super senses he’s incredibly understanding of your overstimulation

• since he got used to it he’d give you his old noise cancelling headphones

•everything’s so quiet you think you went deaf the first time trying them (they were made for superpowered senses)

•he would love listening to your SI’s and would casually learn more to add to the conversation

•(he’d also bring it your super causally like he wasn’t researching it just for u)

•he would end up sneaking you to the daily planet to meet anyone involved with your SI

• for example, if you were obsessed with a show/book he would push for the creator to get interviewed just so you could meet them

•if you had trouble putting your hair up in liberty spikes he’d help

• “Y’know i used to use a whole can of hair spray when i first became superman” he‘d tell you, the first time helping you out

• “yea I know you looked like a pomade ad” you teased

• he wouldn’t laugh but for a split second you think you saw a smirk

• after months of convincing he’d let you put guyliner on him

•THE HUGS THIS MAN WOULD GIVE OMG

•if you are like me and love deep pressure he would 100% deliver

•it’d put all weighted blankets to shame

• “are you sure this isn’t too much i don’t wanna hurt you”

• “i would be so happy to die like this Kal”

• if you even slightly joke like that he would be so worried and fussy over you afterwards

• (he’d secretly use his vision to make sure there was no broken bones)

• this is the bare minimum but he would never judge your style nor you stimming around him

• your guys place would look hilarious half of the house would look all country and fall and your side would look like a haunted house

• opposites attract 100%

• he’d be a regular at all of your safe food places and hide snacks around his place (before you moved in with him) just to always make sure your able to eat at his place (made myself sob with this one)

• he didn’t want you to feel anyway abt that so he’d lie and say they just conveniently… were… at his… place

• he’s a shit lier

• he’d also carry a epipen with him just incase

• after you had a severe reaction and it’s tense because he just had to use the epipen and is still worried about you, you’d joke about how techincally he also has an allergy

• in your drowsy state you’d say “ since kyriptonite is from your home plant and it hurts you… wouldn’t that be like a grass allergy?”

• he’d just kinda look at you like :|

• You guys had planned a date night but after he kicks ass as superman and you have a long day at work/school you decided to just spend time together at home

• You have the wise idea to swap clothes

• You try and fail to not stare at his abs as he basically destroys your rob zombie t-shirt

• You have to tie back your dyed hair and wear a hat and wear a flannel that’s bigger then you so you have to also tie it back

•there’s no way you could wear his pants without rolling up the pants legs 50x so you just wear leggings underneath

• he is half naked with crappy black makeup cause you insisted that he did his own makeup

• you both look stupid but keep pictures to commemorate

• you are practically drooling, like you do not already date this man when you convince him to wear a crop top (it’s not really a crop top he just ripped your shirt trying to put it on but still)

• he is overjoyed when you give him kandi especially when you teach him what plur is and he accidentally breaks them and felt so bad (he looked like a kicked puppy)

• he either leaves them at home or secretly replaces them with stronger material (the elastic band) so he can actually wear them

• he would be confused but very supportive of raves

• we love Kal el in this household

• also you constantly accidentally text his name as Kale because of your autocorrect and it’s the only thing you found out that annoys him

• you abuse that fact

#totally not projecting #not proofread #superman #superman x reader #superman x you

[flower1622]

Abby, who was actually Cassidy possessing the girl's body, arrives at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. She ran away from "home". The girl opens the door and enters. She says:

- Everybody, come out now! 

The animatronics appear before her. They were walking slowly towards the girl while staring at her.

- Long time no see, Cassidy! - The Golden Freddy's spirit boy says

- I could say the same about you, Golden Freddy! - A spirit girl with dark hair and dark eyes appears in a beautiful dress with a serious face.

- This place was getting bored without you, Cassidy! - The foxy's spirit boy says

- I know! You guys were more fun in the past....now you what? You guys are playing house with this little girl....what a shame, really. You used to be more scary.....the only one who didn't disappoint me was Foxy. I always liked your personality....it kind matches with mine! - Cassidy says while Foxy's boy only smirks at her.

- So.....why are you possessing this girl's body? - The animatronic Bonnie asks 

- Ask him! - Cassidy says angry and points to the blonde boy

- Me? What do I have to do with all this? - The blonde boy asks angry

- You expelled me from this damn thing - Cassidy points to the Golden Freddy's animatronic

- Well, I'm sorry that I couldn't stand being together with a Lunatic girl inside of this thing - The blonde boy says

- Lunatic?! You little.... - Cassidy gets mad and attacks Golden Freddy

- Alright, guys! Stop this nonsense. I presume that Cassidy didn't come here to just talk, am I right? - The animatronic Bonnie asks

- Of course not, idiot! I found a way to free us once and for all - Cassidy says

- Serious? How? Tell us already, damn girl! - The foxy says

- First, you calm down foxy boy because for us to be free will not be that simple - Cassidy says

- Oh, please, don't tell me! - The blonde boy says sarcastically 

- I'm almost destroying you completely here, so don't you dare provoke me, stupid boy or else....you'll feel the power of the fire burning you - Cassidy says and the blonde boy stays quiet this time, completely scared of the threat because he knows she would do it.

- So, as I was saying, there is a way to leave this place and everything here....we would have to form a bond betweeen us - Cassidy says almost throwing up

- A bond? Are you fucking serious? - The foxy asks

- What type of bond would that be? - The animatronic Chica asks

- A special one....like a friendship....maybe? - Cassidy says uncertain

- Excuse me? Friendship? This is so hilarious! - The foxy says while he laughs pretty hard on the floor

#fnaf movie #fnaf #fnaf cassidy #cassie fnaf #ao3 fanfic #ao3 writer #ao3 #michael afton #william afton #golden freddy #vanessa fnaf

[scifrey]

NINE-TENTHS

Part Eight

"Sorry, that was a shitty thing to say."

"I do apologize again," he mutters. "I have a wretched temper and I must control it better."

"It was an accident."

He does a sort of half-shrug, head shake move that's awkward as hell, and oh fuck, cute. Dammit. Dammit.

The Rules, I remind myself firmly. Don't forget The Rules.

"Been wondering," my mouth says without any input from my brain, and okay, so that shot of whatever it was the paramedic gave me before she started packing my wounds is kicking in strong because I can't feel my face any more. "Why do you come in and stare at me every morning?"

"Stare at you?" he echoes like an offended maiden aunt. 

It's hilarious, so I laugh. And then I wince, and grab my elbow harder. Goddamnit, that hurts. The paramedic heaves a sigh, and wraps my arm in a sling.

"Ouch," I complain as she ties the knot behind my neck. 

"Your fault. I told you not to move it."

"I'll make sure he stays still," the dragon says to her with a sort of condescending solemnity.

Is he taking the piss?

I think he's taking the piss.

"You're not my keeper," I snipe back, smirking to show that I'm teasing, that I'm trying to get that light mood back. That I want him to lean back in and press all of that delicious body heat against me.

"I've injured you. It's on me to ensure—"

"Fun as that would be, this isn't actually a draconic romance," I interrupt. I want to put my hand on his knee. Good thing it’s trapped in the sling. "I get it. You're being nice, but like, you don't owe me a debt of honor or any of that possessive Harlequin stuff."

A smile breaks out across his face, and thank fuck. This one is a sarcastic little thing, curling up just one side of his mouth. "Read many draconic Harlequins, do you?"

"Man, shut up," I grump, but I can't seem to control my matching grin. "You can't shame me for my taste. There's nothing wrong with liking happily ever afters."

"Nothing at all," he murmurs, but it's so soft I decide he didn't mean for me to hear it. Fine, I can pretend. I'm in too much pain to pick a fight, anyway. Or, to continue picking it, or… whatever this is that we're doing.

We're not actually fighting, are we? 

My stupid brain-weasels grab that idea between their sharp teeth and run away with it, and suddenly I wonder if I've misread this whole thing. What if he doesn't even want to be here?

I hate taking pity-favors from people. If that's what this is, I'd rather do this alone. No one needs to see me being whiny. It's not cool, and it's not sexy. And I want very much to be cool and sexy for him.

Choking on my humiliation, I say softly: "You didn't need to come."

"I really did," he replies, infuriatingly calm.

"We'll probably have to wait for hours."

"I would have been sitting in the café, anyway."

"I will be annoying," I threaten.

"I'm certain you will be."

"I hum terrible classical music earworms when I'm bored."

"I especially like your Peter and the Wolf when you're mopping," he says, but it's small, careful. Despite him being taller than me, and fit as hell, everything about him is carefully controlled. Gentle, that's the word. Precise. From the shine on his shoes to the crease ironed into his slacks, to the usual careful lay of his hair, this man has never once looked or sounded anything but mindfully curated.

He makes me feel loud, messy, and childish. I thought dragons were supposed to be brash, confident, and charismatic, but he's never been demanding, and I’ve never heard him speak above a gentle murmur (unless he’s yelling about fire extinguishers). 

He catches my look of confusion and says,"My apologies."

"No, it's—" I start, and then literally bite my tongue because I have no idea how to end that sentence. 

Is it fine? Beanevolence is a public space, and I don't have to hum at work if I don't want to. So is it creepy he's noticed? Or is it charming? I have no idea.

"You didn't answer. About why you come into the café every day?" I prompt. He clears his throat and a flush climbs up from his collar. It's not red enough to be scales. Is he embarrassed? "What, you're such a wealthy man of leisure you have nothing better to do?" I joke.

"Quite," is all he says.

Holy shit, what? I have the time to think, but not say, because the ambulance stops.

"Alright, everyone out," the paramedic says, stepping over us to fling open the back door. I don't blame her. The burnt-coffee reek is pretty acrid.

The dragon descends first and holds a hand up for me to take and, yeah, okay, I've got a sling now and it friggin hurts to move so, sure, I can let him Mr. Darcy me onto the sidewalk. There's that smallness again. He's not even a bit impatient for me to accept his help. I don't want to think about it. I also make a point of not letting myself think about his skin, or its warmth, or, or what shape his fingers are when I finally slide my hand into his. 

Nope. This is not a tropey repressed hand-touch moment. I refuse. 

The paramedic walks us through getting signed in at the admission desk, then we're directed toward the uncomfortable waiting room. 

"Plastic chairs," I whine as I sink into one, just because I can. 

I'd promised the dragon I'd be a bastard. I might as well live up to it. It'll be fun, if nothing else.

The dragon looks around and then down at his blackened hands. "Would you mind if I—?"

"Go. Scrub." I wave him off.

"Will you—?"

"I'm fine." I pull my cell phone out of my back pocket. There's already half a dozen texts from Hadi, and one each from Gemma and Stuart, who must have heard the news already, and a missed call from Mum. 

He hesitates, and I pointedly bow my head to make it clear that I've already dismissed him, turning my attention to the family group chat:

 im 👌 oven caught 🔥 not my fault

The dragon doesn't have a tail, but when I glance up, it still looks like he's walking up the hall with one tucked between his legs.

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[redtaylorsversiongirlie]

back stabber

❦ pairings: your friend x sirius black

❦ warnings: angst, naked people

❦ summary: you tell your friends who your crush is and one of them back-stabs you.

❦ word count: 1,6k

❦ a/n: not my gif. do you want a part two?

JUNE, 1977

"so, y/n." marlene smirked as she lied on the floor, leaning her head against her hand. she watched you taking a sip of an alcohol that had veritaserum in it. "who's the mysterious boy – or girl – you like?"

lily, mary and marlene tried everything for you to answer their question. you were convinced that lily already knew or at least had some suspicion. but they wouldn't be asking if they knew, meaning that the ginger girl kept her mouth shut and you were more than grateful for that.

"sirius?" mary asked, her mouth was still opened in shock. "sirius black? the sirius black? that dramatic prick?"

"sirius," you answered immediately making everyone widen their eyes. well, not everyone it was only mary and marlene who are the oblivious ones in your friend group. lily, however, as you expected, didn't look surprised at all – she had a smirk playing on her lips.

you nodded.

"i thought you hated him," said marlene. "you always talk so badly about him."

you sighed. "that was because i didn't want you to have any suspicions." you looked at lily, who was still grinning. "however, mrs. potter over here already had some."

"don't call me that-"

"you're a traitor, lils!" exclaimed marlene. "we three promised to each other that if we'll find out or have suspicions about who y/n likes, we'd tell each other!"

"correction, marlene, i didn't not promise anything that afternoon in the library. you two just counted me in because i was there with you," said lily calmly. "plus, it was not my secret to tell. it would be incredibly stupid of me."

"ah, lily." you sighed as you placed your head into her lap. "i love you."

• • •

the september sun shone brightly that 29th day of the month. you closed your eyes in exhaustion as you enjoyed the comfortable warm feeling on your face while lily did the same. you two were the only people at hogwarts - excluding first and second years. you and lily didn't find a date to hogsmeade so you decided to not go there.

marlene finally picked up the courage to ask out a fellow gryffindor girl dorcas meadowes and she agreed. and mary was with the marauders. you thought about joining them too, but lily immediately refused to do so. apparently, the thought of spending time with james potter made her want to vomit. you knew that was a huge lie but you didn't try to change her mind.

the silence between you two was soon interrupted by the ginger girl.

"why don't you tell sirius you like him?" she said out of nowhere.

"what?" you opened your eyes and raised your eyebrow at her.

"you heard me."

you sighed. "i really don't know what do you want me to say. i need to be sure that he likes me back, otherwise it would be so bloody embarassing. can you imagine that? telling someone about your feelings towards them and their answer would be they don't feel the same. i send hugs and kisses to anyone that had this experience. . ."

"you're just so oblivious, aren't you?" laughed lily. "sirius definitely likes you. remember that emerald dress you wore to slughorn's party? he was practically drooling over you! i heard potter, remus and peter teasing him about it later. it was actually quite hilarious, really. he was blushing, y/n, can you imagine that? sirius black was blushing! such a shame you didn't get to see that. . ."

"yeah." you nodded. "cause i don't believe a word you said. look, i know you are smart and all but you can't be sure about everything, can you? that would be impossibly impossible."

"i'm not saying that i'm sure about everything." lily rolled her eyes. "but i am thousand precent sure about this. i'm serious, y/n, have you seen the way he looks at you? if you weren't so damn oblivious, you would notice that."

"sirius looks at a lot of girls like that, lily. i would like to believe that i am an expection, but i'm not. if he was really drooling over me than it was probably because his dick was getting hard."

"stop talking nonsense!" the girl exclaimed and threw grass at you, ignoring the inappropriate comment you let out. "how can you even doubt his feelings after all this time?"

"and how can you be so sure?" you asked and lily looked at you. she looked as if she wanted to say something. "come on, evans. tell me."

she sighed. "i'm not supposed to say anything. sirius would kill me if he was here."

"but he's not."

"do you remember michael harper? that ravenclaw guy that asked you out on valentine's day this year?" she asked and you nodded. "well, we know that michael is very popular at hogwarts so it was no secret and those news that you agreed to go out with him spread like a wildfire. it was 14th of february about eleven in the evening when i arrived to the common room from my prefect duties. remus wasn't feeling well so i was alone. i thought the common room would be empty by that time but i noticed sirius sitting in front of the fire place. i was about to scold him for being up so late but i saw sadness written all over his face. i almost didn't want to believe it. i quietly sat down next to him and asked him what's wrong and i didn't actually believe he would tell me but he did. he told me so many things i had no idea about, y/n. him having actual romantic feelings towards you was one of them. i mean, i did notice the change of his behaviour to you but as you now, i thought he only wanted to get between your legs. that night with him in the common room changed my whole mind."

you shook your head. "you gotta be kidding me. there is no fucking way that the feelings may be mutual. and even if he did like me back then, it was seven months ago. . . his feelings could fade away."

"i'm just telling you what he told me," said lily. "if i was you, i would probably tell him about my feelings."

you didn't say anything for a while as you thought about it. the worst thing about telling sirius how you feel would be him rejecting you. as much as terrible it sounded, you at least would throw that weight off your shoulders.

"i'm gonna tell him. like now."

• • •

the portrait opened after lily said the password, allowing you to enter the gryffindor common room.

you looked around and spotted almost anyone but sirius, so he was probably in his and marauders' dorm.

lily whispered a small 'good luck' and with that, you made your way to the boys' dormitories.

"what are you all smily about, evans?" james asked at the sight of her face.

she beamed. "y/n decided to confess her feelings to sirius!" remus, james and peter looked at each other with sad expressions. "what? isn't that bloody amazing?"

"lily," began remus, "why do you think the rest of us is here while sirius is in our dorm?"

"just get to the point."

"let's say he's rather busy at the moment. . ." whispered peter. "with a girl. . ."

the girl's eyes widened. "fuck! fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! y/n is about to confess feelings to someone who's now in bed with some girl?!"

"it would be better if it was only some girl. . ." said james. "marlene and dorcas are in your dorm. who does that leaving?"

mary.

"shit."

• • •

you paced in front of the door to the marauders' dorm, nervoussy building up in your body by each passing second.

you haven't really thought about what you would say as it was quite fast desicion, leaving almost no time to think about your confession.

you finally picked up the courage and knocked on the door, waiting for sirius to answer. when you didn't hear anything, you thought he was probably in the bathtroom and that's why he didn't hear you. not thinking much about it, you opened the door. and you wished you didn't make that movement at all.

your eyes immediately landed on sirius bed. he was there, naked with mary, who was also clothesless, on top of him. the two of them quickly turned their heads to you and mirrored your wide-eyed expression. however, mary's eyes were soon filled with regret as she covered her chest with her arms.

you felt betrayed. not because sirius was sleeping with someone – it would be more of a surprise if he didn't. but it was because it was mary. your friend mary who knew about your crush on sirius. that mary who wanted to get you and sirius together since she found out. you felt as if she took a knife and stabbed you in the back.

"y/l/n." sirius nodded at you as a greeting. "need something?"

"i actually wanted to talk to you," you admitted.

"then go on," he said. "tell me, what's going on in that pretty head of yours?"

you bit the inside of your cheek at that 'pretty head' compliment. "this is really not a good time for me to tell you," you paused. "and now i think there will be no right time for it in the future."

with a final breath and a 'sorry', you walked out of the room, closing the door behind you.

seconds later, you found yourself in arms of lily evans as tears streamed down your face.

#harry potter #harry potter imagine #remus lupin #marauders #marauders imagine #moony wormtail padfoot and prongs #padfoot #james potter #sirius black #peter pettigrew #sirius black imagine #sirius black x reader #mary macdonald #marlene mckinnon #lily evans #dorcas meadowes #dorlene #james and lily #sirius black angst #sirius black smut

[gyusfavlibra]

THIS IS MY WORK! PLEASE DO NOT COPY OR REPOST ON OTHER SITES/APPS!!!!

Warnings: +18, smut, fingering, hand job, sex in bathroom, language, jealousy, fighting, arguing.

Y/n and Sarah sat quietly on Kie's bed as they waited for Kiara to stop degrading the lavender dress she wore while standing in her large mirror. Mrs. Carrera coming through the door to make sure the girls were all dressed. "This is disgusting."

"I know it's just horrible."

"I'm asking you guys to just relax and go to a fun party."

"I look like a bourgeoisie pig."

"I think you look beautiful," y/n said while shrugging at Kie. She just gave a smile back to her, still hating the look no matter what compliments were given.

"Will you please not worry about socioeconomic injustice for one night?"

"Mom, people not three miles from her have no power, no running water, and we're going to Midsummers."

"That's so tone deaf."

"Y/n," the mother scolded at her niece. "Do you know how hard we had to work to get into the Island club?"

"Yeah, mom. How could I forget? You had to grovel for, like, ten years--"

"Twelve years, and we also had to cough up a huge chunk of dough-"

"To keep up with the Joneses-"

"No, so you had the same experiences that I had as a child."

"But weren't parents as teens out, like partying, getting drunk, making out in the backseats of their cars at drive in movies," the cousin listed while putting her things in its bag. "Getting pregnant."

"That doesn't sound fun," Sarah added.

"Do you girls even know what the Island club is?"

"A factory farm."

"For debutantes," Y/n raised her eyebrows.

"It's a nice place, with nice people where you can do fun stuff."

"With out-of-touch rich people, while the island sinks slowly into the ocean."

"Water filling the poor's destructive lungs while the wealthy ones get away on million dollar boats."

Sarah sat quietly laughing on the comfy blanketed mattress. Mr. Cerrera sighed, saying one last thing before walking out. "Okay, I want you to put on your party face, girls, if you want to live."

"Did your mom just threaten to kill us?"

"Maybe. I think so," she nods as she turned around to the duo, fixing the flower crown that sat on her cousin's head. "You nervous to see Rafe."

"Why did you have to bring that up?"

"I was curious. I know it's only been two days, but-"

"Hey, he broke up with me. So if he wants to talk, that's in his duty. Not mine. I did nothing wrong."

Sarah got off the bed, swinging on it's pole. "Except flirt with JJ, or so he says."

"I was not...flirting with JJ. He has a crush on Kiara. I'd never."

"But Rafe doesn't know that."

°°°°

*flashback*

"What if she doesn't like it?"

"She'll love it. She's hippie."

Y/n and JJ sat on John B's porch, smoking a blunt. The girl was trying to help him do something nice for Kiara so JJ could ask her out without feeling weird. He's liked her for the longest and he was finally ready to tell her how she feels.

"Alright, now practice what you're gonna say."

Just as Y/n finished saying the statement, her own boyfriend, Rafe Cameron showed up. Standing behind them listening in.

"Okay, uh, hey I have to tell you something...uh important," the blonde began speaking, using hand gestures because of his nerves. "I really really like you. Like not like friends like, but I have feelings, uhm, strong feelings for you. Because you're like super hot, andnyou're like a really cool chick. So I was wondering if maybe you'd wanna...go out with me."

"Yes, t-"

"What the hell!"

The manly unknown voice shocked them both, their figures jumping at the sound because they thought they were alone.

"Rafe, what're you doing here?"

Y/n asked confusedly as she stood from the steps. The Kook just scoffed and walked back out. Ignoring her question. She shared a glance with JJ before going to follow after him.

"Hey! Where you going? What's wrong?"

"A pogue!? Y/n, seriously?!"

"What're you talking about?"

"You're cheating on me with a pogue?" He shouted. Y/n scrunched her eyebrows, looking at the unnecessary upset individual.

"What do you mean cheating? I'm not cheating on you. We were just talking."

"Bullshit. That's bullshit! I heard it all."

"Rafe, it's not like that. Jj was just-"

"I should've known better. I should've known," he fumed. His right foot swung to kick the dirt near his truck that he was so very close to getting into.

"Known what?"

"I should've never trusted a pogue. I knew something like this was gonna happen. You were just gonna throw me away like Sarah did, Topper. Right? Huh?"

"You sound ridiculous. I was never throwing you away. I was helping him out."

"Yeah, while you're at it. Might as well help sleep with him too."

Y/n scoffed, taking a step back from the angered boy who's brain had just functioned what he said. Part of him regretted it very much. But the other part thought you deserved it because of his cheating accusation.

He opened his vehicle door. Stepping one foot inside. "We're done."

The girl just laughed with held tears reaching for the openess. She turned around to head back inside as Rafe just drove off.

°°°°

"Hey, no tearing up today. Go to this stupid thing and show him that his little cheating accusation act didn't hurt you at all. You're stronger than that."

"Thanks, Kie."

The girls finished up their last minute touches. That includes sweeping their dresses with roller for no hair, any makeup redos, or hair finishes. The ride to the country club was quiet. Well, y/n was quiet.

This would be her first time seeing Rafe since their break up a three days ago. They've been doing everything in their mighty to avoid each other. And it definitely worked. But like her friend told her, she wasn't gonna get worked up. Letting Rafe see her weak was like telling him he was right about everything. But he wasn't.

"Jesus, Kook land."

"I forgot how packed this thing is every year."

"Well, let's go. I gotta walk out with my family."

The Cameron family walked out with their heads high and the Kook crowd cheered for each one. Y/n kept her eyes gazed to Kiara since they were in the middle of a conversation. Not caring if that family came in or not. That excludes Sarah.

Rafe watched from his spot by his dad, as they exited to outside. Breath hitched when he saw Y/n and her dress. It was a dark toned red, had tulle, and a revealing  chest opening.

A red flower crown on her head, complimenting her beautiful down hair. She looked amazing and hot to Rafe. He had to clear his throat before excusing himself.

"Hey," the red dresses girl heard from beside her as a hand landed on her lower back. She removed it before her eyes retracted to theirs. Kie just pursed her lips before leaving to hangout with Sarah. Y/n internally screaming that she left her there.

"What do you want?"

"Uh, you look nice."

"Okay. Thanks. You don't too. What do you want?"

"Nothing. Just saying hi."

"Bye."

"Wait, wait, wait. Why are you mad at me? Shouldn't I be the mad one here?"

"Why?"

"Because of what you did," he said with furrowed eyebrows. Y/n shrugged.

"I didn't do anything."

"Do- do you not remember what happened on the cut three days ago? The fight."

"You slut shaming me and accusing me of cheating with JJ. That? Yeah, I remember that."

"Accused? I heard you."

"Heard what exactly?"

"JJ, was telling you he liked you and thought you were a cool hippie chick, which you are not. You're not hippie. And then he asked you out and you said yes. As soon as I walked in."

Y/n stared at him blankly. Before bursting out laughing. A few guests behind them staring with a look that showed they weren't used to loud talkers or laugher. "Oh my god. You thought? Jesus that's absolutely hilarious."

"What is?"

"That you think- you think that JJ was confessing feelings to me. Whew that's rich."

"I heard it, Y/n."

"He wasn't confessing anything to me you shit head. He was practicing for when he asked out Kiara."

Rafe was confused. Majorly. Inside and out. "But she-"

"He likes Kiara. And she's my cousin. You think I'd really hurt anyone like that? How low of me do you think? Have fun at this party."

Y/n walked off to go look for her disappeared friends. Not wanting to spend another second in a spot with someone who was so rude over something he knew nothing about. Just assumed. Never asked.

As she walked down the corridors of the porch that many people stood on drinking, a hand grabbed her shoulder, turning her around. Her eyes fixated on the blonde in a black tux and a bow tie.

"Holy shit, JJ. You scared me. What're you doing here?" She asked as she hugged him.

"Well, Sarah somehow convinced her dad to let me in tonight to hangout with Kie."

"Have you seen her?"

"I was just looking for her myself. C'mon. She's probably inside."

She grabbed his hand. Pulling him inside. They found Kie just minutes later with Pope. He was working the grill with his dad. Sarah was getting raided by Topper about their own stupid shit. Y/n decided to go get herself a drink and maybe find someone to dance with.

The straw rested on her lips as she stood against the porch railing. Gazing over all the people who say around laughing, probably bragging about their money, summer vacations, their older kids getting into a good college. Typical kook things.

Her eyes focused on a specific couple talking off to the side. Her eyes burning a whole in the back of Rafe's head as he tried to flirt up a storm with some Kook she didn't know whatsoever.

Her body was fuming. Was Rafe really gonna sit in front of her and flirt with a whole other girl that isn't her. Just a few days after their breakup. It's like he's trying to play victim. And she's had it.

"Hey, Sancho. Lassie."

The brunette Rafe was talking up a storm to laughed. "I'm sorry who are you?"

"Oh, you gonna introduce me to your side piece here?"

"Would you stop? We're just talking."

"Talking? Yeah, okay," Y/n laughed. The girl just looked at her dazed. "Hi, I'm his girlfriend. Y/n. And you, yeah you're excused."

Rafe was truly enjoying this scene. Internally rooting for Y/n. He wasn't gonna object to that fact that she called herself his girlfriend. Because now that he knew the truth, it changed his perspective.

"Who do you think you are?"

"I already told you. Wh- can you not hear correctly?"

"He said he was single so, why-"

"He lied. So, you can go away now- Rafe. Let's go. We need to talk."

"What're you his mother now?" The rando questioned. Y/n turned to her and gripped her face.

"If you wanna keep these teeth, then I suggest you stop talking. Go find somebody else's boyfriend to mack on."

She dragged Rafe by his hand into the upstairs private bathroom. Locking the door behind her. "What're you doing?"

"Just having a friendly conversation. There a problem?"

"You were flirting, Rafe. That was flirting," she paced. Hand against her for head.

"Like you're any better. You lied to me."

"I've never lied about anything."

"You said JJ liked Kiara."

"Yeah. He does."

"Then why is he holding your hand, hugging you, and leaving inside with you instead of the girl he supposedly likes," Rafe argued. Gripping onto the large counter.

"Rafe, I grabbed his hand and brought him inside to find Kiara. And I hugged him because I was happy for my friend. God, Rafe how many times do I have to tell you that I am not cheating on you."

"It's kind of hard to believe that shit when I keep seeing things with my own eyes."

"Then stop assuming and come ask me. Jesus, do you not trust me or something. Because I trust you. Anytime I hear that you're at a party doing lines with hot blonde's next to you, I brush it off because I know you'd never. Why can't you just do that for me."

Rafe stood from his seat. Pinching the bridge of nose. The guilty conscience grazed through his mind as he listened to her words. He had issues with trust and with others, but he knew it wasn't a reason to take it out on the only person who's loved him for him.

"I'm sorry. Okay? I'm sorry. You're right. I should trust you. Just like you trust me. I'll work on it. I promise."

"Don't promise me that. Just show me that you love me just as much."

The words clicked. He did love her. And he cared about her. More than anyone in this world. And he wanted to show her. In the most physical way possible.

"C'mere."

"Why?"

"Just c'mere," he repeated as he grabbed her by her waist, pulling her closer to him. She stumbled, but Rafe's grip kept her in place. He moved his face closer to hers, lips almost touching as they grazed against each other.

He used the hand placed on her waist to grip the fabric of her dress. Pulling it upwards. Her breath hitched as he hand snaked under the red tulle and right onto her now soaking core. His pointy finger swept across the waistband of her panties.

Y/n wasn't expecting this as the outcome from their miniature argument but she wasn't complaining. And neither was Rafe.

He pushed her underwear down as much as he could from their position, before going back to her walls and making circular motions. Rafe finally closer the space, kissing her lips practically roughly as he continued rubbing her.

He kept a firm hand on her waist to make sure she had a gripping support if he legs gave out, which they indeed will. The motions stopped as Y/n pulled her lips away from his. Rafe stared at her daring eyes, questioning if she wanted his to continue.

"Put them inside me," she whispered. The Cameron smirked before obliging to her demand. He stuck to fingers into her wet cunt. A soft moan escaped her lips as he did so. Pumping them in and out of her. Y/n rubbed her hand against the erection in his dress pants.

"You like that, yeah?"

She nodded as the locked her lips. Not being able to speak because knowing if she did, she let out a loud moan and even at this club would hear.

She unbuckled his pants, putting her handninside to grip his penis and pump it as he slipped his tongue into her mouth. The hand he held to her waist was now gripped on her neck, gently. Y/n clenched around his fingers. Feeling her high come close. "Dont stop."

Rafe began pumping faster just as Y/n did so. The teens were so horny that they were both already reaching their extent. Rafe's shaft twitched in her hand. "I'm cumming."

"Do it for me."

That's all it took for Y/n to finish. And Rafe too. His liquids filling her hands as they both let out moans due to their intense actions. In one swift motion, Rafe snaked a hand around Y/n's waist turning then so she was against the counter. Her pulled the straps of her dress of her shoulders, leaving kisses as he did so before connecting his lips to hers.

Her pulled his tuxedo jacket off him. Snapping the bowtie off as well. Y/n moaned at the tluchnof his hands on her breast. Massaging them in his hands over the fabric of her strapless bra.

Y/n unbuttoned the spots on his shirt before pulling it off his shoulders and onto the floor. Rafe stop his gripping motions and pulled down his pants and boxers. He sat her up on the counter. Her bare ass connecting to the coldness of the marble designed setting.

Rafe rubbed his tip against her fold once or twice before pushing himself into her. Not giving a warning, but Y/n loved the suddeness. Y/n let a moan into his next as he began thrusting his hips. The girl gripping her black painted nails into his back.

Rafe's eyes rolled to the back of his head. Enjoying the feelings of Y/n's cunt wrapped around him.

"You like that?"

"Yes, god yes."

Y/n sat up, wrapping her arms around his neck. Each moan and huff she exposed in his earn make his whole body shiver. Rafe let out a grunt before answering. She clenched her walls around his dick. The dirty blonde groaned slamming into her body. "Do it again."

She did so. Clenching around around the boy as he slammed into her again. This time, hitting the spot that made her whole body go insane. "Tell me I'm yours."

"You're mine."

A moan escaped her lips after he said what she had wanted. Her hand smacked down onto the edge of the sinks counter. Grilling onto it for dear life. "Tell me it again."

The feeling of her finishing was fastly approaching. As well as for Rafe. The moans she let out made his go over the edge as he fucked her hard. "Tell me, Rafe."

"You're fucking mine, ah-"

Each of them let out a loud moan as they finished. Covering each others mouths. There shouldn't be anyone upstairs but for precautions they covered either way.

Rafe's head fell forward onto her chest. Taking large breaths as y/n did too. "Shit, y/n."

The Cameron pulled out of her. Helping her get redressed and cleaned just after he did himself.

"You're still on the pill right?" He asked as he zipped his pants.

"Yeah. It's fine," she smiled up at his 6'4 figure. Rafe reached down to kiss her passionately.

"I love you, Y/n."

"I love you, too."

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[yuhi-san]

So by now i’m sure we all know the real izzy hands was like 16 years old.

I also know we all enjoy him being a unhinged fucker that is… well just one Hugh messed up problem for Ed and Stedes romance. I’d say he is a great third point for the love triangle, except its not a triangle lol

But anyway imagine the series if izzy really was 16ish. Obviously he has not very questionable and messed up romantic feelings for ed. He also totally does not see him as a substitute father, nope, totally not, not at all (except he has daddy issues that would put sam and dean to shame).

So hear me out here okay?

Ed is still in weird fritz. But well. They have been at sea for long. Just the crew and well, the ships they capture. Ed just needs to get whatever that is out of his system, right? Nothing weird about it. Izzy thinks he just needs to hock up again. Get laid by some hot prostitutes. Or maybe hock up with calico jack again, whatever. For all izzy cares ed could also marry spanish Jackie, whatever works is fine with him.

So they go to the republic of pirates.

But then. Then there is Stede. Stupid, fucking stede bonnet. Ed is immediately fascinated.

That’s.. not so fine but whatever. Ed sure will be tired and bored of him soon. Like many kids with a puppy so whatever. Izzy can work with that.

Except. Except ed very quickly becomes enamored with Stede. Izzy may be 16 but he is not a fool. He can see it and it drives him nuts. Everything would have been tolerable but not stupid, fucking stede bonnet.

“ed… ed, this is not what I meant. Ed, ed, everything but that!” it’s a nightmare. Izzy still has the personality of an angry old man. Stede is the embodiment of everything distasteful to him. Totally has nothing to do with his daddy issues, not at all.

So instead of izzy sabotaging them because he is an obsessive love rival (he thinks) it’s a ‘I hate the new stepparent’ thing.

It would be such a different story but so hilarious.

Bonus points for:

- Stede (without realizing) trying to prove he can be a good second dad figure for izzy. Its just some teenage angst he is getting through

- Stede takes one look at izzy and thinks, yup eds found kid. Better get along with the kid, right?

- izzy is still way more competent as sailor and pirate than most of steds crew. They treat him like a kid anyway. It drives him insane

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