#had an oliver teach moment and it will happen again

[bizlybebo]

i have such a good post that im scheduling for tomorrow because dash is honk-shooing but also because i've already jrwi posted so much today

#vixen rambles #had an oliver teach moment and it will happen again #hes so adorable dude #i love children #like id be an awful parent but i love children

[xxbimbobunnyxx]

Being Weird Is Cool

(SingleDad!Eddie Munson x SingleMom!Reader)

Summary: You and your son are new to Hawkins and meet Eddie and his daughter at the park. WK: 1.7K

Warnings: None really, this is just a fluffy sweet little self indulgent meet cute. Eddie and Reader are in their mid 20s and their kids are around 5 going into Kindergarten. Modern AU. Reader is implied to be alternative but it doesn’t have to be read that way.🩵 But as always, my blog is still 18+

A/N: So this is just a cute little blurb that came to me. I always see single dad Eddie but I hardly ever see single mom reader so I thought this would be cuteee. My son has a speech condition and I never see kids with special needs in fics so this is just something small n cute n close to my heart. Maybe I’ll turn it into a series of blurbs about these four, we will see. If anyone has any ideas/requests for these four I’d totally be open to writing them. 🤭🖤Part 2 - My Masterlist - Series Masterlist

“Excuse me, is that your child?”

You looked up from your phone, hearing the voice of an irritated sounding woman, ready to defend your son at a moment's notice. But when you looked up she wasn’t talking to you, she was standing in front of the man who was sitting on the bench next to yours. A scowl on her face, her hands on her hips, and a pudgy little boy with tears in his eyes and chocolate smudged all over him by her side. She tilted her head towards the little girl across the playground that had been playing with your son since you got here. She was very clearly this man’s daughter by the way the unruly brown curls on their heads matched. She was sitting on the ground next to your son with her hand on his shoulder, seemingly comforting him.

“Yeah, she’s mine. What’s up?” The man sounded annoyed, rightfully so.

“Well, she just made my son cry.” The woman scoffed.

He raised an eyebrow at her, looking at your kids then back at her.

“What happened?”

“Apparently she yelled in his face and pushed him over, you really need to teach your daughter how to behave.” The woman’s dirty blonde ponytail that was so tight it looked like it was going to make her eyes bulge he out of her head waved from side to side as she spoke.

“Charlotte! Can you come over here please?” The man called to his daughter, waving her over.

You watched as she stood, dusting wood chips off her black white colored dress before reaching her hand out to your son. She pulled him behind her as she walked over with a determined look on her face.

“Daddy! That little boy was mean to my friend! He told him he was weird and was mocking fun of his voice!” She stomped a little black booted foot and pointed her finger towards the boy in question.

“Charlotte… honey, did you push him over?” He asked her as he stood to his feet, crouching down so he was eye level with her.

At this point you had fully turned your body in their direction, ready to intervene.

“Oli, are you okay baby?” You asked him gently.

“Mommy!!!” He ran over to you and wrapped his arms around your legs, burying his face into your knees.

“What happened honey?” You ran your fingers through his hair and he buried his face further into you. You look over at the man beside you, who looks at you apologetically before turning back to his daughter.

“Char… did you push that boy over there?”

“Yes! But-“

“Hey, no buts, okay? We don’t push people no matter what they do, it's not okay to push.” He told her and he gently rested a large ringed hand on her little shoulder.

“Okay daddy…” she looked down at her little feet with her hands behind her back, bashful.

“Now, do you want to tell me what happened? Calmly.” He titled his head so she was looking him in the eyes again and she pouted. “Come on baby, we can’t fix it if we don’t know.”

“Her PUSHED me! I was just trying play with them and she yelled and pushed!” The little boy spoke up, pointing at her from behind his moms legs.

“No! No! Mean!” Your son, Oliver, who was normally very soft spoken and shy raised his head from your knees to yell at the other boy.

“Okay whoa whoa whoa, let’s everybody calm down.” You looked down at Oli and smiled, rubbing soft circles on his back to try and keep him calm.

“Hey sweetie, your name is Charlotte, right?” You asked her.

“Mhm” She stuck her bottom lip out and nodded.

“Can you tell us what happened please?”

“Yes! That kid!” She pointed and glared at the chocolate covered boy “was being mean to MY new friend! He was mocking fun of his voice and calling him weird! But that’s just not nice!”

It didn’t take you long to figure out what she meant, Oliver was a late talker and very shy. He didn’t talk much and when he did it was only to people he was comfortable with. This wasn’t the first and probably wouldn’t be the last time this happened. Most parents didn’t take the time to teach their kids that everyone is different so you’ve had to take it upon yourself to explain it to them on more than one occasion.

“So that other little boy was being mean to Oli about his voice and you stood up for him, right?”

“Yes! I didn’t want him to play with us and he wouldn’t go away and kept mocking fun of him! so I told him my dad said being weird is cool and I MADE him go away!” She was still stomping her little foot and pointing her little finger at the kid and you had to hold in a laugh at how cute she was.

“Well thank you for standing up for him honey, that’s very sweet of you. But I don’t think your daddy wants you to push people even if they’re mean, right?” You look over to her dad and make eye contact, silently asking for backup.

“Yeah baby, it’s very nice of you to stand up for your friend but I want you to apologize to that little boy for pushing him over, okay?” He put his hand on her back and tilted his head toward the boy and his mother.

“Well is him gonna say sorry? To my friend?” She narrowed her eyes at her father and looked between him and the other child.

“He has nothing to say sorry for! You pushed him! And maybe his mother needs to teach him how to communicate better!” She definitely should not have fucking said that.

“Fucking excuse me???” You stood up and walked past Oliver and straight up to the woman’s pinched face. “We were trying to do the right thing and teach our kids that hitting is never okay but if you want to play it like that?? Okay. How about you teach your son how to treat people? That everyone’s different and it’s not okay to just talk down to people because you don’t understand them? How about you wipe his fucking face and get the fuck out of mine before I show them that maybe hitting isn’t so bad after all.” You practically growled, your eyes boring into hers.

“You people are fucking insane, who let people like you even have children??” She gasped before turning on her heel and leaving the park, dragging her son behind her.

“Fucking bitch.” You scoffed, turning to Oliver and crouching down in front of him. “You okay baby?”

“Yeah mama, okay.” He smiled at you and gave you a thumbs up.

“That was fucking awesome.” The man next to you chuckled and slapped his thigh. “Her face!! She couldn’t even believe you were talking to her like that!!” He laughed.

You looked over at him and smiled, this was the first time you were really looking at him and wow. He was beautiful. You had already noticed his hair but now that you’re looking directly at him you can see his pretty brown eyes, and plush pink lips. When he smiles you see two cute little dimples appear on each side of his mouth and he’s dressed really cute too. Ripped jeans, old band tee, beat up sneakers and a leather jacket. Damn.

“I promise you that is not the first time I’ve dealt with a woman like that and I’m positive it will not be the last.” You chuckled.

“Well you handled it like a goddess, if I was a woman I might’ve punched her.”

“Well I absolutely wanted to.” You both started busting up laughing.

“I’m Eddie, by the way, and you already met Charlotte.” He smiled at you and extended his hand, you took it and told him your name in return.

“And this is Oliver, who you already kinda sorta not really met.” You gestured to your son and Charlotte came bounding over.

“Oli! You want play with me still?” She smiled big at him.

“Yep! Mhm!” He clapped.

“Gotta catch meeeee then!!!!” She ran off towards the playground and he went chasing after her.

“You’re a good dad, not a lot of kids take the time to understand that other kids are different, just because they aren’t taught that at home. You clearly teach her well.” You said with a smile.

“Yeah, I try to teach her that everyone’s different. I mean look at me, it’s not like I had the easiest time growing up, or even now other parents judge me and look down on me for being a single dad and well, just being me. I never want her to feel like that.” He watched his daughter run after your son with a fond smile.

“Yeah” You looked down at your own ripped jean shorts and tights and smiled. “Yeah, I think I get that.”

“Are you guys new in town? I haven’t seen you around and I think I’ve seen everyone in this town at least once”

“Oh, yeah, me and him just moved here last week so we don’t really know anyone yet. I’m hoping once the kids start school next month he will have a bit of an easier time making friends.” You sighed. “He’s just really shy, he has a hard time talking and he gets really nervous.”

“Well, it looks like he already has one friend.” He smiled at you and pointed towards the playground where Oli was pushing Charlotte on the swing.

“Looks like it.” You looked over at Eddie and smiled.

“And that goes for you too, you know? You have one friend now too, if you want.” He smiled at you hopefully, those cute dimples showing.

“Yeah? I think I’d like that.” You felt your face warm when you smiled back at him.

“We were going to get ice cream after this, do you guys want to come? It’s just down the street we usually walk from here.”

“That actually sounds really nice Eddie, thank you.”

“KIDS!!! Ice cream!!?!!” He yelled the magic words and huge grins spread across both their faces as they came running full speed towards you.

Maybe Hawkins wouldn’t be so bad.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #dad!eddie munson fic #dad!eddie munson #dad!eddie munson x reader #dad!eddie munson x mom!reader

[insomnisnack]

A soft moment between Danny and Jason

Brows furrowed, he titled his head and blinked, “You...aren’t just going to kick me out?”

It was Jason’s turn to blink, surprised by the question. “No?”

“Why are you being so nice?” He demanded, suspicious again.

The older man sighed and rubbed a hand over his face, “Because you look like you need it?”

Jason could see Danny’s metaphorical hackles raise at his words, “I don’t need pity, I’m not some community service project.”

“Woah, hey! That’s not fucking it kid, damn. I’m the last fucking person that’s gonna pity you for fucks sake. Look, I get it, whatever has happened to you fucked you up.” Danny was beginning to panic again, eyes darting to the window, looking for an escape. “It’s obvious to someone like me kid and I don’t need to know details to see it, I’ve lived through my own fucked up shit.”

The olive toned teen stayed quiet, unmoving, just watching and Jason sighed. “I’m not keeping you here Danny, you can leave whenever you want, the door's unlocked. But if you want food, I'm making pancakes, I've been told they’re they best.”

With that the tall, broad man got up slowly and walked to the kitchen.

He wanted to leave, to go to his apartment and make sure everything was still in its place, he wanted to stay because this place was warm and felt like comfort.

Not the kind of warmth from a thermostat, though it was plenty of that, but the kind of warmth he felt when his sister made hot cocoa and they sat outside looking at the stars.

The kind of warmth when Sam and Tucker came over and they ended up in a too clingy puddle of limbs in a pile of blankets after falling asleep watching movies.

And it was that kind of warmth that had him getting up and wandering into the kitchen asking if he could help.

Jason gave him a half smile that reached all the way to his eyes and told him to grab some blueberries out of the fridge.

They worked in silence for the most part, Jason giving instructions or Danny asking questions, but it was nice; it felt homey in a way he had never had no matter how hard Jazz had tried.

When they sat down, Danny couldn’t help but exclaim after his first bite, “I never thought to put anything in pancakes! Fruit! Who knew?”

Jason stared at him like he had two heads, “You didn’t- How-” he paused and cleared his throat, “Yeah kid, anything you want, my Dickhead of an older brother like bits of bacon even.”

Danny for his part stared back with stars in his eyes at all the things he wanted to try now, he wondered if Jason would teach him to make other food.

The soft smile never left his face the rest of the meal, Jason put more pancakes on his plate, and he ate until he was stuffed.

#danny phantom #jason todd #dp x dc #ao3 #fanfic #danny fenton #dc universe #archive of our own #crossover #found family #hurt/comfort #soft moments #sam manson #tucker foley #danny phantom universe

[t3a-tan]

Hey, I'm literally in love with your stories !

Could we get another part of James finding a borrower pleaseeee ?

(Take your time, we'll wait)

Because you asked so nicely...

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Oliver returned five days later and James was dreading it. After how poorly he had handled finding that little kid earlier in the week he hadn't seen a single sign of them since they retrieved their little needle.

He tried being very quiet, he tried leaving out sweets, he even tried talking— but there was never any sign of the kid coming out. James feared they may have left his house entirely and risked being outside alone.

Am I really that scary?

James knew that ultimately he needed to fess up to Oliver about what had happened. If there was a lost kid roaming around the giant dangerous world out there, he needed to be aware so he could do a search.

James had tried searching by himself for the past couple of nights, checking nearby bushes and peering into tree holes— looking for tiny footprints in the mud. He couldn't find anything. He could barely sleep knowing that he might have put the life of a child in danger.

God, what if they're dead already..?

James sat at his dining table with a large mug of coffee, tapping his leg up and down nervously and staring at the window ahead as he waited for Oliver to turn up. The borrower generally arrived in the early morning after all. As he waited he played the conversation out in his head, trying to figure out how to word it best whilst also knowing he would immediately forget anything he decided.

Soon enough he saw a buzzard fly up to the windowsill and not long after Oliver stepped through the open window, waving at James, a slight smile gracing his expression.

"Hello there. Have you been well, my friend?" He greeted politely as James stood and walked over.

"I…wouldn't say well."

At this point it was second nature that when he saw Oliver on a high up surface he would offer his hand and carry him to wherever they would be sitting together.

This time though, when he actually looked at his hand next to Oliver, he couldn't help his fingers twitching away at the man's touch. James was nervous, his heart hammering in his chest as he remembered just five days before… how awfully holding another borrower had gone.

Oliver looked confused, face turning up as his emerald gaze met James's chocolate brown.

"You wouldn't..? Did something happen?" He asked. Recognizing that James was hesitant to touch him at the moment, Oliver simply got out his hook and thread, doing it the borrower way instead. James walked back over to his seat, sitting down with a sigh.

"There was another borrower…" He began, though just as soon as he had he trailed off. Oliver turned to look over his shoulder up at the human just as he finished his descent.

"Oh?" The borrower prompted him to continue, and so James looked away, seemingly conflicted. It took him a few moments to collect himself enough to explain the situation. He decided to wait until Oliver was on the table, which didn't take long. Once he was, James began speaking again, clearing his throat.

"Well, ah… They were…they were a kid. Ten years old. I reckon they were lost or something… I ended up scaring them pretty bad and they escaped." He explained— though it was a pretty simplistic summary of what had transpired.

James looked down at Oliver, bristling as he took in the stern expression on his face, his little arms folded over his chest. Oliver raised an eyebrow.

"Escaped? That term implies you had them captured, James." He pointed out, his tone taking on a serious edge. James averted his gaze.

"I didn't realise how scared they would be…" He spoke sadly. For such a small man, Oliver could be quite intimidating when he wanted to be— but after hearing James's genuinely remorseful words he knew his friend had not meant to cause any harm.

Oliver blamed himself a little for not properly teaching James how to deal with this situation. He hadn't expected it to happen whilst he was away for a while.

He let out a small sigh before walking forward, gently patting the giant hand that was resting on the edge of the table. At first James flinched but he kept his hand where it was, seeming surprised by Oliver's reaction.

"I'm sure you didn't intend to scare them. With any luck they may still be within these walls, but if not I will leave and search the area. Although I'd like a more detailed recollection of events, that can wait until after I have ensured the safety of the child you previously found." He explained.

James nodded. He couldn't exactly tell Oliver not to do that— nor did he want to stop him. He felt horribly guilty over his actions towards that tiny little kid, and he hoped that they were okay. The most he was hoping for right now was that they were alive.

…

Oliver searched the walls and was relieved to find that the child was still there. Clearly suffering from a lack of food and water, but they were alive and within reach— though asleep at the moment. He crouched down beside their little makeshift nest, brows furrowed in sympathy for the kid.

They had clearly been too scared to leave the walls at all… he wasn't surprised. If they were ten like James said (and they did look it) they probably knew very little about surviving on their own. Oliver reached forwards, very gently shaking them to try to wake them up.

The kid stirred slowly, shifting about amidst the nest before stretching, eyes blinking blearily within the dark tunnel they had set up in.

"Mum…?" They murmured sleepily. Oliver's expression softened, moving his hand away and giving them plenty of personal space.

"Are you quite alright..?" He asked, lowering his voice so it was just above a whisper. Despite his efforts to avoid it, the child was still startled by his presence, squeaking and sitting up quickly, eyes wide.

Oliver held up his hands in a placating gesture.

"It's okay, little one… Are you lost?" He spoke gently, not making any sudden movements. He may be a fellow borrower, but a kid who had been separated from their parents and had probably been terrified for the past week after an encounter with a human would probably be more jumpy than usual.

The kid relaxed slightly after the initial surprise wore off, recognizing that Oliver was not a threat. They nodded slightly. Oliver tilted his head to the side ever so slightly, trying to encourage the boy to elaborate further.

"How did you end up here, may I ask? If I can figure out where you came from I can return you back home." He assured. Hopefully this situation would resolve itself with relative ease— but Oliver would do whatever he could to make sure this child was safe and back with their family.

"I-I got stuck in a human's bag… An old lady— s-she lives next door. She had a cat though so I came here…" The kids trailed off at the end before they quickly looked back at Oliver with wide fearful eyes, remembering something. "B-but then the human in this house caught me..! He was terrifying! I-I'm sorry if you live here… now I ruined everything for you..."

Oliver sighed sadly. James must have done something to inspire so much fear in this child. He hoped he hadn't been so thoughtless as to physically trap them— he had faith that James wouldn't have gone that far. He shook his head.

"No no. It's perfectly fine— I know the human outside is harmless, so this won't affect my living situation whatsoever." He reassured, getting a confused and alarmed look from the little kid in turn. Oliver offered a gentle smile. "My name is Oliver Oakwood, by the way."

If the previous statement hadn't grabbed the child's attention, this one did. They perked up, recognizing his name.

"Oliver Oakwood? My dad told me about you— you helped him get home last winter..!" The child chirped, happy to know that this borrower was one he could trust. There was a pause. "H-he said you're a bit weird too… Is it true that you ride a bird?"

Oliver blinked before letting out a light chuckle. It wasn't surprising— his behaviour was generally considered odd for a borrower. He had been called much worse much more often.

"I do indeed ride a bird. A common buzzard to be precise." He explained, happy to find that his name was becoming more well-known around this area. His work was paying off.

"What is your father's name? I should be able to return you to your home with that information. I'll simply have to check my papers, but if I have interacted with him I probably have your address written down alongside his name." He asked, returning to a more serious but still gentle tone and expression.

"Jacob Kettlebell. I-I'm Marcus… My mum is Catherine Kettlebell." The child, Marcus, responded quickly, fidgeting anxiously with anticipation over the fact that he would finally be able to go home. He had had one hell of a week.

Oliver hummed thoughtfully.

"I think I remember that name… I believe you live somewhere close to the human secondary school, yes?" He clarified, getting a small nod in response. Oliver smiled again. "That's not too far from here. You'll be home soon, little one…"

He paused for a moment. Now that he understood the situation a little better and he knew where to take Marcus in order to return him safe and sound to his parents… now came the issue with James. Oliver wouldn't dare force or trick the boy into facing his friend, even if he knew James was safe. It simply wasn't right.

Best to be direct instead. That was always better.

"Would you be open to leaving the walls, Marcus? My friend feels awful after scaring you so badly the other day, and I believe that getting the opportunity to apologise to you may help him feel a bit more settled. You can say no of course. I don't wish to put you in an uncomfortable situation against your will." Oliver spoke calmly and clearly about his intentions.

Marcus was confused. He hadn't met any other borrowers in the past week.. unless. Oh. Oh.

His eyes became fearful as he remembered the terrifying experience he had had just a few days ago, shuffling back away from Oliver and shaking his head quickly.

"N-no…no.."

Oliver knelt down further, keeping calm the whole time and keeping his distance.

"Shh shh… alright, sweetheart. You don't have to, okay? We'll just go." His heart ached slightly as he knew this would mean James would not get any closure, but there was no way he would put a child through something so clearly traumatising again. He knew James was a good human. As much as he'd like other borrowers to understand, he knew that he couldn't force people to.

Oliver offered his hand, and although Marcus hesitated his desire to go home won out and so he took the offered hand with a small whine. Oliver shushed the boy softly again, helping him to his feet.

"Come along then. I'll get you home in no time… Metaphorically speaking."

…

James waited. And waited. And waited. There was no sign of Oliver or any kid coming out, and so he lay his head down on the table, groaning with regret. He had messed up— and sure, it wasn't on purpose… but the consequences of his callous actions were potentially fatal.

God he hoped the kid was just okay.

He paused in his self-loathing when he heard Oliver's whistle from outside. He was calling Gail… going out to search maybe? He wondered why the borrower hadn't come to relay that information yet, but it didn't matter. He stood up, deciding to wish Oliver luck and apologise again for his monstrous behaviour.

Just as he opened the door and took a few steps outside though, James was interrupted. He heard a loud cry. Fear. James focused on where it was coming from, his eyes widening as he realised that the kid had been in his walls this whole time.

He wasn't sure if that made it worse considering that meant they had been so scared they wouldn't even eat… but he was just relieved that the kid was alive at this point.

Just as he moved to take a step forward and apologise, Oliver's voice rang out; an authoritative tone James hadn't heard before.

"Stop!"

James froze in place, not so much as breathing as he stared wide-eyed at his friend and the child hiding behind him. Hiding. Before James could let his guilty conscience take over, Oliver spoke again.

"Kneel. Do not approach." He commanded. James obeyed wordlessly, getting onto his knees even if it was uncomfortable out on the pavement.

"Good. Just stay still, okay..?" The intimidating edge was gone, replaced with a much more gentle tone.

James blinked. It always felt startling how well Oliver was able to take control of these kinds of situations. He was glad that he did though… based on how the kid was looking, if Oliver hadn't told James to stop he would've just made things ten times worse.

"Are you alright…? He won't hurt you. He'll stay over there, I promise…" James could barely make out the words his friend was speaking from where he knelt, straining to listen to the hushed exchange. His heart dropped as he saw that the kid was once more in tears.

"H-he's gonna ki-ill us…" The kid sobbed, clutching onto Oliver's sweater from behind. That was just about enough to break James's heart entirely. He watched as Oliver very gently held the child and reassured them of their safety.

"He will do no such thing… James sometimes forgets to think before he acts, but he is not malicious. He is a good human." Oliver looked in his direction knowingly as he said that, before resuming his attention towards the younger borrower instead. "Now come on… Let's get you back to your parents. I'm sure they've been in quite a lot of distress over your disappearance."

James watched as they both situated themselves on top of Gail, the kid still watching him with wide terrified eyes. It hurt, but he knew that it wasn't the kid's fault they were so scared. He had definitely come off a bit too strongly at first. Slamming his hand in front of them wasn't his best move.

"I'm…I'm sorry, kid. I'm glad you're alright, at least. No thanks to me…" He took the opportunity whilst it was in front of him to apologise. Whether he was forgiven or not didn't matter, so long as he made his remorse clear. James sighed, then offered a lopsided smile. "Good thing Oliver turned up, huh?"

Oliver didn't stop him from saying his piece, and even allowed time for the kid to process his words rather than lifting off right away. The child paused in their tears, hiccuping a little as they stared at him. They weren't expecting an apology, clearly. Oliver smiled at James, signalling that he did a good thing.

"Are you ready, Marcus?" He asked. The child nodded mutely, still watching James with some mix between fear and curiosity, holding onto Oliver a little tighter from where he was situated on the buzzard. Oliver gave James a look that said 'we will talk more later', before whistling a command to Gail.

The buzzard took off immediately, leaving James alone on the pavement. As much as James still felt massive amounts of guilt over what had transpired, he felt like some of that weight had been lifted in that moment. James stood up and retreated back indoors, watching the buzzard fly off into the distance.

The kid was safe now, and that's what really mattered.

#g/t community #g/t #ocs #borrowers #g/t artist #giant/tiny #borrower au #g/t au #ask box #g/t writer #g/t writing #borrower oc #oc asks #ask #giant/tiny writing

[andreal831]

The Depiction of the Werewolves in TO

Once again, I made a quick, I thought funny, tiktok, which has upset some people because of my, you could say, lack of sympathy for the wolves in TO. But don't blame me, blame the writers.

If you know anything about me, you know Hayley Marshall is a top favorite character for me. I love her growth and the journey she went on to find her family. Which is why, when she did find them (excluding the whole betraying Tyler thing), I was upset by how they treated her. You have Jackson telling her he was disappointed in their interaction, you have Oliver taking advantage of her hospitality and betraying her, and then the rest of her family doesn't even greet her/talk to her. She is supposed to be this "princess who is promised," and yet they can't even take a second to get to know her. I get, they have been cursed and are just trying to enjoy their human moments while they can, but it just didn't give me anything to bond with.

Except Eve. I loved Eve. She welcomed Hayley, not as some long lost royal, but as family. Eve is the first, and really only, werewolf/family that we, as the audience, get to see Hayley bond with. We see her helping Hayley prepare for her baby as well as teaching her about their culture. It's implied others are helping as well, but we never get to see it. It all happens off screen. I just know, if Eve had been alive, she would have been by Hayley's side after she "lost" Hope.

Which makes it so much worse when Oliver kills Eve. And all for power. This is where my dislike for the New Orleans werewolves comes in. Any other time we meet wolves, there is a strong sense of loyalty. You hear, Tyler and Jules and even Hayley talk about the packs they have been with and you see them working together to avoid/fight off Klaus. But then we get to the Crescent wolves and learn that they have been trying to kill each other for power. Not just in the past, we actively see Oliver get his own pack members killed and then kill Eve with zero consequences. Yes, Oliver does die, but not because of that. He is still given a proper burial, something we don't even get to see for Eve.

Now, an argument people use a lot with the wolves is that they are the oppressed. But this argument, to me, comes more from the historical portrayal of werewolves and less from the sources material we are discussing. Throughout much media, the wolves are meant to represent the oppressed -- the poor and downtrodden -- who have been taken advantage of by the blood-sucking aristocrats, the vampires. But in TO, Jackson tells us that the werewolves were at the top of the food chain until in-fighting got the better of them.

And we see this in flashbacks to 1919. Lana Lebonair is working with the Mikaelsons and they are able to create peace in the city with the witches. After the Mikaelsons flee, we don't know exactly what happened, but we know leading up to the 1990s there had been enough in-fighting that the Lebonairs and Kenners had set up an arranged marriage in hopes to quell the civil war that had broken out.

Unlike in other depictions of werewolves, the wolves were not inherently oppressed. The first werewolf we ever meet is Tyler Lockwood, who was by no means strapped for cash. In 1919, the Crescents were living in the Quarter, partying right alongside everyone else. It wasn't until their own members made power grabs did they have issues.

In hindsight, we are told these power grabs are due to the Hollow and someone implied that Marcel should have investigated the werewolves civil war before cursing all of them. First, I don't necessarily support Marcel in everything he does. To me, in Season 1, he was very much like Klaus and it was not my favorite version of him. Should he have cursed an entire pack for the actions of a handful, probably not. But the way Marcel talks about it, it was not just a handful, the entire pack was at war with itself. And the curse only applied to those who had triggered the curse or did trigger the curse, so no children. Again, was there a better solution, maybe, but was it up to Marcel to realize a ancient spirit had possessed one of their leaders when not even his wife had realized? That may be asking too much. Especially after he was watching them try to butcher a baby.

Due to this curse, the werewolves do end up isolated in the bayou. The curse lasts for about 20 years so many of the young members miss out on much of their early adulthood. This is something the show should have gone in on more. In my story, I try to explore this idea that, because of the curse, the werewolves are really disenfranchised. However, in the show, we don't get that. The only wolves we deal with are the leaders who are essentially using their pack as a power play. Aiden is the only leader who seems to be aware that these decisions are impacting the entire pack, and he gets reprimanded for speaking out. Aiden is so desperate to save his pack that he goes to his enemies (Elijah and Marcel) to protect the children from the decisions of his own pack members.

To me, the beauty of the werewolves comes from their loyalty, from how they work together and support each other. The depiction of the Crescent wolves flies in the face of everything I typically love about packs. The leaders abandon each other, have little respect for each other, and for some reason they have a monarchy. Hayley and Aiden are the only leaders we truly see fighting for the pack, and they are often disrespected by the very members they are trying to help.

In Season 1, Hayley is torn between the people who took her in and the pack that she always wanted to find. She ends up in the middle of the conflict and the pack (Oliver) often throws that in her face and uses her as a pawn to try and manipulate the Mikaelsons while also disrespecting her over and over again. But the thing is, they didn't need a pawn. They never tried to open discussions. Hayley marches into a faction meeting angry that the werewolves were not included in the discussion, but they had never asked to be included. As Elijah points out, the meeting was to divide up the Quarter and the wolves do not live in the Quarter. If you are familiar with New Orleans, you know the nearest bayou is about an hour drive away. But when Hayley asked (demanded) to be in the conversation, she was immediately included. She then signed a treaty saying the wolves would help create peace, only for her to go back to the bayou to discover Jackson and Oliver were both working behind her back to make a side deal with Klaus for more power. Instead of building peace, they were again lobbying for power. The very thing that got them cursed in the first place.

Someone argued, 'of course they are trying to get power, they don't want to be cursed again.' And sure, but even when they get their power from Hayley, it doesn't stop them from being cursed by Dahlia. But maybe if they had made friends with the witches, they would have been able to get help from Davina earlier than they did.

It's easy to look at each faction and point out how they've been wronged, but as Hayley points out, they've all harmed each other. If they all wanted reparations for that harm, it would never end. The wolves seem to get the short end of the stick a lot, because, as Jackson says, they were never unified. The witches were and the vampires were. It's not up to the other factions to cut them a break because they couldn't get it together. At the end of it all, they needed to move forward and worry about the future of their people. Which is what Hayley and Lana do leading up to Season 5, when New Orleans was able to actually achieve peace. Not surprising it took women being in charge before the pack found unity.

I would also like to point out that in my post I had also called out Klaus and Marcel. I am not solely blaming the werewolves for the war in New Orleans. But it is incorrect to say the werewolves were innocent bystanders in it. Their history is just as bloody as the other factions. The only faction that was innocent was the human faction who truly did not get a seat at the table. And of course, in any war, the people who ended up paying for these power moves were good people like Sophie and Eve.

#the crescent pack needed to unify #they were their own downfall #ill never forgive them for how they treated hayley #all she wanted was a family #and she got a manipulative pack who used her #hayley should have been alpha from day one #she earned it #or aiden #tvd/legacy wolves > TO wolves #tvdu #the originals #the vampire diaries #tvd #crescent wolves #hayley marshall #werewolves #tvdu metas #metas

[wheels-of-despair]

@funsonmunson-again's Birthday Week Writing Challenge Oliver Soon-to-be-Munson and the Best Birthday Ever The Eddie: Janitor!Eddie The Prompt: #6: write me something domestic. use your eddie of choice, reader pregnant or not, just give me something for my ovaries to combust to. show me dad!eddie Words: 3.8k? It just kinda... happened. 😳 Contains: Oliver's first birthday with Janitor!Eddie and Teach. Notes: I did some bad math and figured they'd get Oliver in about 1994, so this is meant to take place that summer, while they're just fostering him. Then somebody dropped new Eddie Age info and I was too far into it to recalculate. Disregard if this conflicts with the official timeline. This contains no I Love You's - because I don't know if they're there yet at this point, and those firsts aren't mine to write anyway. (But I'd love to read them, hint hint.)

"Ollie's got a birthday coming up. Any ideas?"

"Hmmm," Eddie hums, crawling into bed after a long day. He settles his head on your chest and wiggles the rest of his body so close, he's nearly on top of you. You smile and wrap your arms around him. You both lie there and think quietly for a moment.

"I don't think we should do anything too big," he says thoughtfully. "Just something normal. If his mom gets him back, we don't want his next birthday to be drastically different."

"Good idea," you agree, twirling a strand of his hair in your fingers. "What's considered normal these days?"

"You're asking me about normal?" he chuckles.

"Nevermind," you laugh. "What was your most memorable birthday?"

"The year it was just me and my mom," he answers quickly. "Dad was in jail. Mom made me a cake and gave me a little red matchbox car. It was all I played with for months."

"Aw," you coo, scratching his scalp gently.

"Then Dad got out and stomped it 'cause I left it in the floor." You kiss the top of his head and hold him a little tighter.

"What was yours?" he asks.

"We were never really big on birthdays. Just dinner and a present or two. Cards from relatives. Very low-key."

He hums and nuzzles into you. You let out a sigh.

"I kinda feel like we should just ask him, but I think it would put too much pressure on him. Poor baby's still afraid to ask for seconds at dinner. Even if he had something in mind, he probably wouldn't tell us."

A sad silence falls over the room. You want to give your sweet boy the world, but you don't know if he could handle it just yet.

"Wayne used to take me to the movies," Eddie says.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. Dollar Days at The Hawk."

"The Hawk?"

"There used to be a theater on Main Street, before the mall moved in and turned it into a ghost town. When times were slow, and there was nothing good out, they'd show old movies. A double feature for a dollar. It was old black and white stuff, mostly. The first time Wayne took me, it was pirate movies. That's what kicked off my pirate era."

"Pirate Eddie, huh?"

"Oh yeah. Talked like a pirate for almost a year. Badly. Every stick was a sword. Surprised Wayne didn't make me walk the plank." You chuckle, and you can feel him grinning into your chest.

"I bet you were adorable."

He scoffs. "Pirates are not adorable! They're rough and tough!"

"If you say so, baby." You kiss the top of his head again with a grin.

"Anyway, that was our thing. My birthday's a movie dead zone, so there was usually a Dollar Days promotion going on. I don't think we ever saw pirates again, though. It was mostly westerns after that."

"Was there a Cowboy Eddie era?"

"You bet there was, little lady," he drawls. You cackle and quickly quiet yourself, hoping you hadn't woken up Ollie. "I was gonna move out west and live like the good ol' days. I wanted a ranch with horses and cows and a good dog and a pretty lady."

"Well, one out of five's not bad, I guess." He looks up at you in confusion. "You got the lady, at least," you tease with a wink.

"That's all I need," he whispers. You give him a kiss on the forehead, and both return to your previous positions.

"So, making Oliver a cake and taking him to the movies?"

"Sounds good to me."

"Good morning, birthday boy!" you smile from the stove, where you're keeping an eye on the bacon.

Oliver has finally wandered in, still in his pajamas. He's hugging his teddy bear with one arm and rubbing his eyes with his free hand. This child is the cutest little thing you've ever seen.

"Happy Birthday, bud," Eddie says, coming in from the living room.

"Thanks," Oliver says shyly, looking at the floor.

"What do you think: Breakfast first, or a present?" Eddie asks the boy with a mischievous grin.

Oliver's eyes light up, but he shrugs.

"What do you think, sweetheart?" Eddie asks you.

"I think I'm not quite done over here yet, so you should probably start with a present. That alright with you, Ollie?"

He nods, and you grin at him.

Eddie ducks back into the living room and returns with a neatly wrapped box, which he sets on the table with an exaggerated grunt. Oliver looks from the gift to Eddie to you, silently asking permission.

"It's okay," you encourage him with a smile and a nod.

He sits at the table and carefully unwraps it, almost like he's afraid of what's inside.

What's inside are ten Hardy Boys books.

The school library had a few random volumes left over from the 50s, and Ollie always had one checked out. They were his favorites; he would read the same four or five mysteries over and over again.

You'd never seen a child so happy about getting a book. His jaw dropped, and he reached out and ran his finger along the spines. You'd found a boxed set of the first ten books at a thrift store. They looked almost like new.

"They're really mine?"

"Of course, bud," Eddie assures him.

"For keeps?"

"Yup," you chirp.

First, he hugs his books. Then he hugs Eddie. Then he runs over and hugs you. (You step away from the stove when you see him coming, not wanting him to get too close to the hot pans.) And then he returns to his books, staring at them like he's afraid to take them out.

Eddie seems to sense this, and pulls his chair closer.

"Have you read any of these yet?" he asks.

"This one," Oliver points to a spine, "and this one. I think."

Eddie pulls out the first book Oliver pointed at and reads the summary on the back.

"Yeah, that's my favorite!" Oliver says in amazement when he sees the cover of the book Eddie holds, which is facing him. He excitedly pulls the rest out, one at a time, and carefully inspects each cover.

While he's busy poring over every detail of the cover art, Eddie gives you a smile that almost makes you forget the breakfast you're supposed to be cooking. The ding of the oven timer brings you back to reality.

Turning back to the stove, you hurriedly pull out a pan of biscuits and start turning off burners. Eddie gets up and pulls down a stack of plates for you.

"Alright bud, ready for breakfast now?"

Oliver nods, carefully putting his books back into their box, in the correct order. He tries to pick it up off the table, but struggles until Eddie swoops in. He's just a little guy, after all.

"Wanna put these in your room for now?" Eddie asks. Oliver nods and follows him to the bedroom; Eddie with an armful of books and Ollie with his teddy bear. By the time they get back - the books had to go on a shelf, obviously - breakfast is on the table. Bacon, and eggs, and biscuits made from scratch. The only person who was a bigger biscuit junkie than Ollie was Eddie, so you had two very happy and full boys that morning.

"What time's the thing?" you asked inconspicuously, washing the last of the dishes.

Eddie, who's on drying duty, looks down at his hand. He'd written down the showtime when he double-checked the paper that morning. "11:20."

"You wanna get Ollie dressed while I hop in the shower? If I go out smelling like bacon grease, every dog in town's gonna be chasing us."

He laughs and kisses your forehead, hanging up the dish towel and heading for Ollie's room. You drain the sink and make your way to the bathroom, smiling when you overhear Eddie teasing a fun birthday adventure while trying not to spill the beans.

After you're all dressed (and de-baconed), you hop in the car. Ollie watches curiously from his booster seat in the back.

"Where are we going?"

"Do you really want to know, or do you want it to be a surprise?" You turn around and give him a smile while Eddie drives. "It's okay either way. It's your call, bud."

Oliver shrugs.

"Do you want a hint?"

He thinks about it, then nods his head. A nod instead of a shrug. Progress!

"We're going to the movies."

Confusion clouds his little face.

"Have you ever been to the movies before?" you ask with a smile, hoping that it's disguising the panic you suddenly felt. Had he really never been before? Is this going to be overwhelming for him? Why hadn't you thought of this?!

"Like when we rent tapes?"

"Not exactly. We're going to a theater."

His face is blank.

"It's a big room in the mall, with lots of seats and a huge screen."

"Muuuch bigger than our TV," Eddie adds.

"And we watch the movie there?"

"Yup, on the big screen."

"Why?"

You look at Eddie helplessly, and he chuckles at you.

"Because it's fun," he says. "My Uncle Wayne used to take me on my birthday when I was little. We'd get a bucket of popcorn, and a drink, and then go sit in a comfy chair and wait for the lights to go down. They show you previews of other movies coming out soon, just like on the tapes we rent. And then they turn the real movie on. You've never seen anything like it. It's so big! It doesn't even matter what the movie is. It's just a cool thing to see, and a cool place to be."

"Especially when you're there with your favorite people," you add, looking at Eddie with a smile. He reaches over and squeezes your hand.

"So, sound like fun?" you ask, turning your attention back to Ollie.

He nods. You'll take it.

Oliver is understandably nervous when you arrive at the theater. It's his very first time, after all. He clings to your side from the minute you help him out of the car. Eddie buys the tickets at the box office out front, and sticks them in his front pocket. You walk Oliver around the lobby to look at the posters while Eddie waits in line to buy a bucket of popcorn and a drink from the counter inside.

Ollie's eyes linger over the candy counter when you come to meet Eddie, but he doesn't say a word. That's alright. You'll hook him up later, you think with a smirk. Moms have their ways.

("Their ways" meaning you bought candy at the dollar store a few days ago and hid it in the bottom of your purse. You feel no shame about this. Movie theater candy is highway robbery. Just the facts.)

With a bucket of popcorn and a gallon of soda, Eddie leads the way into the theater. He picks a spot in the back, away from everyone else, and you all get settled in. You check your watch.

"Ten minutes to go. Probably a good time to hit the bathroom," you note. Eddie nods.

"Wanna hit the head before the movie starts, buddy?" Oliver shrugs. "C'mon," Eddie says with a smile and a tilt of his head. They leave together, and you guard the popcorn.

They come back just in time. Oliver sits between you, munching on popcorn and looking around. There's not a whole lot to see in here; it's a morning matinee, and the movie's been out for a while, so there's only a handful of other people. Then the lights go down, and Oliver tenses.

"It's alright, it just means the show's about to start," Eddie whispers to him. Oliver looks to you, and you nod in agreement. He sits back in his seat and pulls his knees up, resting his chin on them. You and Eddie share A Look over his head.

And then the screen comes to life. Oliver's eyes widen. You and Eddie are both trying to watch him without being obvious about it, and failing hilariously. You watch him all through the previews, completely transfixed by the clips on the giant screen in front of him.

When the theater chain's roller coaster intro came on, you thought Oliver was going to lose his mind. His eyes were the size of saucers, and his jaw was dangerously close to coming unhinged. You and Eddie grin at each other. This was the show you came to see.

And then the lights dim more, and the movie starts. Oliver perks up at the Disney logo, which he is very familiar with. You and Eddie's traditional Friday night plans of "dinner and a movie" looked a little different these days, but you loved them just the same. Maybe more.

A song blasts through the speakers scattered throughout the theater. Oliver leans forward, seemingly possessed by the music, inching closer and closer to the empty seat in front of him as each new animal appears. By the time the lions show up, he's standing, grasping the top edge of the chair in front of him with both hands, like it's all that's keeping him from falling into the movie.

You cover your mouth and look over at Eddie, who is grinning so hard, it looks like it might actually split his face.

After a few minutes of letting him soak it in, you reach forward and hook your finger through his belt loop, pulling him back to his seat gently. He lands on his chair with a light bounce, but doesn't seem to notice. You and Eddie share another grin, and start digging into the popcorn.

You've never seen any child pay such close attention to anything for so long in your life. And you've spent quite a lot of time around them. But Oliver remains focused throughout the entire movie, from the opening sunrise to the final scene where the good guy triumphs. He didn't even get scared during those freaky hyena scenes.

When the lights finally come back on, Oliver sits back in his seat and breathes for the first time in an hour and a half. He looks up at Eddie, then at you.

"Well, what'd you think?" you ask.

"This was the best birthday EVER."

The cub's ruling may have come a little early, because the day was still young.

Oliver had been too captivated by the movie to eat anything, and you and Eddie had only eaten half the popcorn, so you brought the bucket home with you. You looked back at him, munching on a handful and staring thoughtfully out the window. You wished you knew what was going on in his head…

But you soon found out. After he'd eaten his fill of popcorn and had time to process the mind-blowing event of going to the movies for the first time, and he started talking. And he didn't stop.

He told you about his favorite scenes, and his favorite characters, and what his favorite song was, and that he knew all along that the good guy would win in the end. He'd memorized so many details from the movie, after only one viewing, you were extremely impressed. You and Eddie nodded along happily, laughing and gasping in the appropriate places of his passionate re-telling.

By the time you got close to home, Oliver had nearly talked himself out. His blinks were becoming longer, and he leaned his head back against the seat. Eddie, who'd been keeping an eye on him in the rearview mirror, took the long way around instead of his usual shortcut. Oliver was asleep when you pulled in the driveway.

Eddie handed you the keys and opened the back door to unbuckle Oliver and pull him out. You led the way up the front steps and unlocked the door, holding it for your beautiful boys. Eddie carried Oliver into his room and came back out with a grin.

"You think he liked it?" he asks, causing both of you to burst into a fit of hushed giggles.

"Wayne'll be here in an hour and a half. Wanna get stuff ready, or lay on the couch for a few?" Eddie asks. You look at each other for approximately three seconds before heading to the couch.

You doze for about an hour, then get up and start working on Oliver's birthday dinner. You've got a salad to make and a cake to ice. Eddie's got grilling to do. After all the vegetables are washed, Eddie goes to wake up Oliver. When they return to the kitchen, you send them both outside with a pan full of vegetables wrapped in foil. Eddie might not be great with the baking, but the man can grill anything.

A few minutes later, Wayne knocks twice, then lets himself in as you're starting to frost the cake you baked late last night.

"Hi, Wayne!"

"Hey, darlin'. You need help?"

"Nope, just finishing up. You need a drink?"

"Eddie's got the cooler outside. Uh…" You look up from the cake to see Wayne rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly, just like Eddie does. "You got wrappin' paper?"

"Yeah, hall closet." You point, and he shuffles over and pulls out a roll of blue striped paper.

"Scissors?"

"Scissors and tape are in the top drawer closest to you," you point again. "You need help?"

"I can wrap a damn present, girl."

"Then why didn't you teach Eddie how?"

"Boy wouldn't sit still long enough." You both grin, and he pulls something out of his flannel pocket and drops it on the table, turning his back to you and getting to work.

You slather the last of the frosting on your cake as Wayne walks the roll of blue paper back to the closet.

"I, uh… I didn't have any."

"That's okay. I've always got plenty, appropriate for any gift-wrapping occasion. Help yourself, any time."

"Thanks. Uh... all I had was newspaper, and I didn't have time to make it to the store and back… I, uh, didn't want the boy to feel like he was an afterthought." Your heart swells, but you can already hear Wayne's "don't go gettin' all emotional on me, girl", so you take an alternate route.

"Wayne, you know it's what's inside the paper that counts," you say with a wink. He chuckles, and Oliver peeks his head inside the door.

"Eddie says to bring him some dang meat."

"Tell him to hold his dang horses," you laugh, reaching into the fridge for a plate of burgers and hot dogs. Oliver relays your reply out the door, and you can hear Eddie cackle from his place by the grill. Wayne stuffs the little package back into his pocket and reaches for the dang meat. You pick up your salad and follow him out the door, which Oliver holds for you like a gentleman.

While Eddie cooks his dang meat, Oliver tells Wayne about his day so far: breakfast, books, the coolest movie ever. Wayne grins, then pats his pocket with a questioning look at you. You nod. He pulls out his present, and hands it to Ollie.

"Another present?!"

"Yup. Happy Birthday, little man."

Oliver looks at you, and you nod, giving him the go-ahead. He tears off the paper to reveal two matchbox cars: a red one, and a blue one.

"What'd you get, buddy?" Eddie asks, leaning over to see. He freezes when he sees the two little cars.

"I figured you needed two so you could play with your-- with Eddie," Wayne corrects quickly.

"Thank you!" Ollie says with a grin, holding his cars closer to inspect the details. Eddie shares a look with Wayne, then looks to you. You give him a warm smile, knowing exactly what this reminds him of.

Dinner went great. You had burgers, hot dogs, roasted veggies and corn on the cob, salad, and potato chips. (Eddie insisted that having a cook-out without potato chips was against the laws of America. Wayne and Oliver backed him up on this. Who were you to argue with the laws of America, as decided by the people?)

You brought out the cake and stuck the candles in it. Eddie insisted that everyone sing "Happy Birthday" to Ollie, and proceeded to dramatically air-guitar his way through it. Oliver laughed so hard at Eddie, and at Wayne rolling his eyes at Eddie, he had to hold onto you for support. He finally caught his breath and blew out his candles. While Eddie was removing the candles and preparing to cut the cake, Ollie looked up at you with his big eyes. You leaned down closer, sensing that he wanted to tell you something.

"Do you want to know what I wished for?" he whispers.

"If you tell, it won't come true," you whisper back. He looks thoughtful for a moment, then grins.

"Cake?" he asks.

"Cake!" you repeat.

"Cake." Eddie says, placing a piece in front of Oliver, then handing you one across the table.

"Cake?" Wayne asks, not wanting to be left out.

"Cake!" Eddie says, giving Wayne a piece, then settling down with his own.

After everyone was properly caked, Wayne went home to get ready for work. You and Eddie performed a hasty clean-up (thank you, aluminum foil), and you put away leftovers while the boys played on the living room floor with their new cars. Ollie's favorite color is blue, so Eddie laid claim to the red car. (Even though you heard Ollie tell Eddie he could have the blue one if he wanted, like the sweetest boy in the whole world.)

You leaned on the counter and watched them play, racing and doing daring stunts and making hilarious sound effects as they recklessly 'drove' over any surface in reach. You could watch them for hours, but that would interfere with a certain birthday boy's bedtime.

Ollie never complained when you told him it was bedtime. Maybe because bedtime here meant he got to wear clean pajamas and crawl into his own bed with a full belly and his favorite teddy bear, and have a bedtime story read to him by people who loved him.

He was struggling to keep his eyes open when Eddie finished tonight's chapter of the fantasy book they'd picked out together. You tucked him in while Eddie turned on the nightlight.

"Good night, baby," you whisper with a kiss to the top of his head.

"Good night, buddy," Eddie said quietly on his way to the door.

"'Night," Oliver mumbles sleepily, "was best birthday ever."

It really was.

Bonus: Oliver's wish was that he could stay with you and Eddie forever. I can tell you that now, because it already came true. 😉

Double Bonus:

#writings of despair #funsonsbdaygame #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #janitor!eddie #i did not mean for this to get so long #it just! wouldn't! stop!

[justjasper]

i love your E rated/smut writing. do you have any tips for writing smut?

most of these are about reality/modern-based sex writing rather than fantasy stuff where all the bets can be off!

there is literally no god word to use for balls/testicles, it's fine

USE CHARACTER NAMES. no "younger/older" woman, "darker/paler" man, just use their names especially during a sex scene

do learn some basic anatomy, please look up where the prostate is, where the g-spot is

but fanfic sex doesn't need to be instructional, you are not teaching people how to have sex. it very much shows when you write like this

fanfic is also not consent 101. it's fine to just let your reader assume they're 100% into what they're doing, and i think "unnegotiated kink" should be reserved for scenarios where the kink is spur of the moment, not just "involves kink but no explicit discussion of it" (unless they're not meant to be, which one assumes would be made clear in tags or descriptions!!)

that said, writing about discussing consent can be really fun, doesn't mean you can never do it. you just have to vibe out whether it's adding to the fic or not

talking really helps break up sex scenes, so write at least one character who's chatty lol

plan out your sex scene so you don't get stuck with what's happening next. remember you can go back to it to flesh it out/work on the pacing. honestly most of my sex scenes start on the page as a list that goes: LICK LICK CIRCLE CHAT SUCK SUCK STROKE LICK SUCK GAG SUCK TALK BIG CUM

speaking of going back to pacing, literally invoking time can help make a sex scene seem longer without saying "they fucked for seven and a half minutes". "a long moment later" "by the time X, the sun had begun to rise/fall", "long into the night"

lube is preferable but optional, even for butt stuff. sex without lube doesn't mean it's painful or dangerous, especially for experienced butt stuff doers.

spit as lube is not a cardinal sin and is miles better than things that are actually dangerous (engine oil? things w sugar like honey? baby dont give your chars a yeast infection)

olive oil is fine but it's messy and it doesn't play w condoms, but fine if you're going historical

speaking of which, from my experience people in established relationships forego condoms way quick. and in general people forget to use them all the time. again, this isn't Safe Sex 101, it's fanfic.

but on the flip side, its sexy/funny when characters have lube and condoms to hand. there is no funnier environmental storytelling than there being a bottle of water based lube in the kitchen cupboard with the peanut butter.

simultanious orgasms are a pain to time and sure they're romantic but there's other fun climax dynamics. maybe one character feels duty/honour bound to always make sure their partner comes first

come/cum? it doesn't matter, just keep it consistant per fic

similar, be consistant with your body part names, even if you use a few. e.g. you use "cunt" in narration, but character A uses "pussy", keep that consistant.

you can still euphamise genitals without it sounding like you're afraid of them - sometimes six instances of "cock" in a row doesn't flow, that's when you should be utilising your "hardness" and "shaft" and "length"

the brain is a sex organ, and all the senses are engaged during sex. you can bulk out yor sex scenes and give great insight into the character experiences by describing what they're experiences with non-touch senses (or the lack of them, e.g. when blindfolds are in the mix)

even in pwp works, you're saying something about the characters who are fucking. you can give context and inferred complexity without plot. are they familiar with each other's bodies? is this new? are they confident, or nervous.

write for you! if you are a person who experiences sexual response to erotic fiction, then a good measure of your own work is if it makes you horny to write/re-read it. there's absolutely no shame about being aroused during the process. there's no harm in taking a wank break.

#writing

[mermaidsirennikita]

ARC Review: Earls Trip by Jenny Holiday

3.5/5. Releases 4/23/2024.

Heat Index: 5/10

Vibes: romcom shenanigans, childhood friends to lovers, positive male friendships, vacations

Archie (earl), Simon (earl), and Effie (future earl) have been friends since they were young boys. And they have a tradition--Earls Trip, where they spend time together, relax, and have fun. But this year's trip gets diverted when a letter arrives, begging him to rescue his childhood friend Olive from an ill-advised elopement. Oh, and Olive's sister Clementine ran after Olive, so can he rescue her too? The trip is no longer just the earls, but a pair of girls; and Archie finds himself drawn to the grown-up Clementine, who's gone from his wild young friend to a blunt woman who refuses to marry.

As we all know, historical accuracy is not my biggest priority with historical romances. Is this book very concerned with history? Not at all. Is it a frothy, funny little story about a bunch of hapless lords dealing with ladies just CRASHING their PARTY. Yes.

Could it have been a lot more? I do think so.

I feel like this premise could've gone a lot further, and based on that and the cover (which I actually find rather cute and befitting the book, despite my general dislike of cartoon covers) I thought we'd get roadtrip romance vibes that we just didn't. In fact, while Archie and Clementine had chemistry, and their romance was cute, I think we should've leaned into the romance part a good bit sooner.

Quick Takes:

--Jenny Holiday has a really approachable, naturally funny writing style, and that's on full display here. I think it best serves the earls (well, the earls and the viscount). Their relationship was my favorite part of the book, and I don't necessarily think that's surprising or a bad thing. I love a romance, especially a historical romance, where the heroes are like "that's my brother. THAT'S MY BROTHER" [tearful manly hug].

This actually takes it a step further. Archie, Simon, and Effie are supportive and openly loving. They confide in each other. They bare their hearts to each other. Like, they have their little quirks and none of them are perfect creatures without flaw. They're funny and human. I just think these kind of friendships between men are so uncommon in fiction that it's just refreshing to see.

--You do have hijinx, right? You have an errant bullet early in the book (nobody is seriously injured--I think this is the second heroine I've read shoot the hero by accident this year?), you have phallic hedges, you have poetic drama. But while I by no means expected a Hangover-esque orgiastic trip from what was clearly a romcom.....

I don't know. Not a lot happened on the trip. Like, I get that it was supposed to be dudely bonding, but I didn't really see them... doing much... besides companionably hanging out? And I think you need more than that. I mean, there's some plot, but the pacing of the book just kind of made it feel less.

--I also think the pacing could've used some work. The official summary mentioned that Clementine asked Archie to teach her about sex, and he does... But like, in the back half of the book. It's not a big thing. It doesn't kick off the PLOT.

And I think that if it had, there would've been a lot more urgency to the story. I kind of felt like the book pulled a big "hurry up and wait".

The Sex:

So, the sex does something interesting. Again, it's kind of at odds with the description. There are a few scenes, and none of them go super far. Like, pleasure is had, but I kind of felt like the story was building up to a big wedding night scene and it... doesn't happen.

That said, I did appreciate that Clementine wasn't a virgin; she just hadn't had good sex. Archie is really sweet and weirdly friend-like during these scenes, but he's also BARELY keeping it together. One of my favorite moments of the book is when he demonstrates the "tools" men can use to give women pleasure. I just wish we'd have more of that, or at least had it earlier in the story.

While this installment wasn't a home run for me, it was fun, and I think there's potential for the series. I want to know what happens to Simon and Effie. That's half the battle, right?

Thanks to NetGalley and Kensington for providing me with a copy of this book. All thoughts and opinions are my own.

#romance novel blogging #arc reviews #netgalley #book reviews #books #romance novels

[thornstocutyouwith]

Name: Parker Anthelm Sheamus Rylee Kelcey Nemo Liam Magni Fergus Cartwright

Meaning of Name:  Parker: Park Keeper. Anthelm: "wrath, zeal" combined with helm meaning "helmet, protection". Sheamus: Supplanter. Rylee: Courageous. Kelcey: Brave. Nemo: Nobody. Liam: Strong-willed Warrior. Magni: Strong. Fergus: Fear 'man' + gus 'vigor', 'force', or possibly 'choice'. Cartwright: A maker of carts.

Nickname(s):  Park, Nemo, Lee, 

Age: Unknown age (Appears 40)

Birthday: August 3

Species/Nationality: Snake/Human Hybrid, American

Accent: No

Language spoken: Sign Language, English, Snake,

Powers:

Snake Physiology

Tsuchinoko

Weaknesses/Illness/Allergies: Deaf, Cold temperatures, Vision impairment, Allergic to spider wasps, 

Pet: No

Occupation: Inventor

Faceclaim: Tom Hardy

Description: He has olive white skin, Cold light green eyes, and short light brown hair. There’s a scar on his torso. His right eye is odd, covering it up with a patch. Has a snake birthmark on his tongue, which is also permanently shaped like a snake tongue. Scaled patches of skin and snake-like eyes at times.

Outfit/Accessories/Jewelry: Backpack,

Height: 5’11”

Weight: 145

Body Build: Average muscle/Lean

Backstory/Background:

Before Parker’s birth one of his parents had been a young child, themself. It was his mother, in this case. Who had been with a group of her friends out in the woods one day. What had happened that day with the young group of friends would change the course of all of their descendants life's going on into the future. While the children had been out in those woods they came across some crows. In a moment of making bad choices the children attacked the crows, murdering one. Because of this a witch appeared to them and cursed the children. That curse would be carried with Parker’s mother throughout the rest of her life.

When Parker was born he was born unlike other baby’s, at least unlike many other baby’s, aside from those who were also born the children of the ones that participated in the murder of the crow. He was born from a hardened egg. Which his mother had laid. This was bad enough that his parents, traumatized by this, left the boy in the woods to die. But this was not to be Parker’s lot in life. Fate had certainly had different plans for the boy. A pack of Werewolves had been passing by and saw the egg. Taking pity on it they took the egg in and brought it to their home. There Parker’s egg would hatch and he would be raised by wolves.

As a young boy Parker would often explore the woods around his adopted family’s pack. He would soon stumble upon a woman in those very woods who had taken an interest in Parker. Parker’s werewolf family would warn him to stay away from the woman. When the woman had come to try and take him by asking them if she could have him she was turned away. This woman would wait then for Parker to be alone again. Which eventually would happen, and she would kidnap him from his family, taking him far away to a new home where she was to keep him and teach him how to become more like a human, than a wolf, or even a snake.

Parker would often resist her attempts to civilize him and even when showing signs of development he would revert back easily to his wolf personality. Though as he grew up and realized she was never going to let him go back with his adopted family until he was free from her he would try to do what she had asked, waiting for the perfect moment. Parker would mature into a quiet, if a bit aloof teenager and attend a school for those who were born unhuman. He then would find a group of friends at the school and start a club with them. In his time in the high school and in this club Parker would adopt a title of Mystery Type and attend events to help his friends’ schemes throughout their life in high school.

Over his time going to this school Parker would work on himself and find interest in invention. But he would often keep in mind his intention to return home to the family he had come to call his own, the werewolves. That was his ultimate goal overall. He would eventually graduate with high honors at this school and go on to start a career in inventions. Now, he met with the woman who had taken him from his family and took his freedom. Then he would return to the place where the werewolves had once lived. Only what he found there was no one. It seemed they had not lived in that place for a long time. Because of this Parker secluded himself and got completely focused on his inventive work.

Some years later Parker would find himself in the mix with a group that was looking to save the world after a piece of the sky fell. Parker thought at first this claim was quite amusing, the sky falling meaning the end of the world. It was silly to him. But as he watched the group get into more and more trouble his interest would peak and he would eventually bite. Soon joining them on their little escapades to return the piece of the sky back to where it was before it fell and brought the end of the world. Parker was not entirely part of the group. Only showing up at times, using his inventions to help the others in the group and tease them about their nearly failing saving the world. 

(Work In Progress)

Personality:

Cold, Sharp-Witted, Cutting, Aggressive, Cunning, Energetic, Stoic, Humorous, Wanderer, Aloof,

Quirks/Savvies/Other: Fast talking, Avoids stepping on cracks on sidewalks, Maintains eye contact too long, Doesn’t know how to read, Finds card games annoying, Opportunely arranges things, Answers for others, Paints his nails a different color each week, Has a list of transgressions against him and appropriate revenges for each, Regularly commits petty crimes, Believes in vampires, Highly sensitive to criticism, Prone to hand fidgeting, Skills: Packing Things, Cooking, Farming, Mechanical Engineering, Future Thinking, Voice Impressions, Painting, Throwing, Extreme Sports, Sign Language, Hobbies: Playing board games, Programming, Chainsaw Carving, Watch Making, Anime, Leather Tooling, Soccer, Modeling, Collecting Antiques, Golf, Drawing, Aquascaping, Flea Market Shopping, Poker, Graphitti, Lounging, Palm Reading, Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, Chess, Home Science Experiments, Puppetry, People Watching, Lockpicking, 

Likes: Antiques, Being touched on the thighs, Clowns, Magic Tricks, Studio Ghibli Movies, Rabbits, Yo-Yo’s, Flying Saucers, Archeology, Hot Water, Rodents, Tennis, Surfing, Comedies, Being in the woods, Leaves, Adventure Movies, Chickens, Falling in love, Thanksgiving, Picking fruits and vegetables, Running, Social Commentary, Theology, Griffons, Martial Arts Movies, Puppets, Snow, Mannequins, 

Dislikes: The color Blue, Late Summer, Mess/Creating mess, Lazer Tag, Elders, Mid-Summer, Listening to music (vibrations), Mountains, Reading, Anthropology, Cryptids, People without Manners, Sick people, Cops, Video Games, Podcasts, Fortune Telling, Aliens, Ants, 

Fears: Being stared at,

Personality Tests:

Other: Leo,  

Parent(s):

   -> Father:

   -> Mother:

Sibling(s): 1 younger brother, 1 younger sister, (Adopted Siblings: Travis Cartwright, Evander, Howard, Tom, Marvin,

Other Relatives:

Starters

Chat’s

Para’s

Face

Stuff

Information

Asks

All

                                                            Alternate Universes

#Bios #ParkerBio #Old Muse

[nestasgalpal]

So another Nesta action that I’d love to get your insight is Nesta asking Feyre to teacher her to paint after she returns from Tamlin. IMO this is Nesta know that her sister needs purpose. That it was Nesta’s way of helping Feyre transition back into the mortal world. And most importantly she did this in a way the respected Feyre’s pride. Feyre’s pride a big part of a lot of problems between the sisters

Love this moment between the two sisters!! I disliked Nesta when I started the book, of course, but when Feyre comes back the first time, and realizes Nesta wanted to get her back so badly she spent their last coins on hiring the mercenary woman, and resisted Tamlin's spell, I warmed up to her, as I read Feyre doing.

Idk, the conversation they had seemed to me like Nesta aknowledging she was in debt with her sister and wanting to make their new house a home for her too. Nesta offers a painting studio because she initially thinks Feyre will stay, and for me her asking Feyre to teach her is an olive branch, a way of saying "I am willing to put effort into building a bond".

Then Feyre confides in Nesta that she actually wants to go back to Prythian, wich, again, for me it read as Feyre being confident that Nesta will understand, and pouring her heart out in front of her believing this time Nesta won't shame her for it. Like, Feyre thinks if there is someone who she can talk to in the house, it's Nesta. And she happens to be right about it, btw. Nesta encourages her to go and be happy, to not worry about them. She only asks that, if it is ever safe, to write back so she knows.

From this scene and onwards, I consider their bad relationship the years prior to be water under the bridge for both. I know they had issues again, in the end they are very different, both of them very proud, but each and every time Feyre asks Nesta for help from that moment, Nesta obliges. The only time she hesitates is when she is asked to share her experience *being killed and reborn* and she doesn't want to, which she ends up doing anyway when Feyre threatens using Elain instead, who is basically a zombie at the time.

[super-unpredictable98]

Make Me Sway | Song of Sway Lake AU

Chapter 4: Old-Fashioned Romance

Warning: Strong language, a bit of violence (non-graphic)

(Make Me Sway masterlist)

"Good morning, my Lady of the Flowers," Nikolai greeted, pulling a chair when Lada arrived for breakfast, he had been up all night, organizing a special corner in his room where he would keep their memories safe, then he made sure the flag was in order and rowed the guideboat across the lake like Commander Sway used to do.

"Thank you," she smiled at him, it was nice to have a guy who doesn't immediately disappear after they have sex for a change.

"You're late dear," Charlie pointed out. "You seem weird, what happened?"

"Nothing, what do you mean?"

"I don't know... You seem happy."

"Is that so bad, gran?"

"I suppose not," she said in the most unconvincing way.

"I have a surprise for you, Lada," Nikolai kissed her cheek as he prepared her plate.

"Oh, we're starting to take liberties, I see..." Charlie murmured.

"Gran!" she scolded.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Sway, I didn't mean to-"

"There's nothing to apologize for, Nikolai," Ollie cut him off, if there was someone he disliked more than his sister, was his grandma. "She just can't stand people being happy around her."

"Anyway," Lada put her hand on top of Nikolai's, there was no point in pretending nothing happened. "What's your surprise?"

"I'm gonna teach you how to swim," he exclaimed proudly. "This way you don't have to be scared when we get on the boat next time."

"You're so sweet, Nicky."

"Nicky?" Ollie nearly screamed.

"I'm afraid today won't be possible, kids," Charlie wasn't fazed in the slightest, or at least she didn't let it show. "We are going to the town hearing, remember, dear?"

"You need to drag your minion with you, grandma?" Ollie sneered.

"Lada is actually very passionate about saving the lake, she loves this place just like your grandfather used to."

"Of course, I forgot, she's perfect!"

"Jealousy is not a good look on you, Oliver."

"I'll drive you," Nikolai offered.

"You don't have to, I'll do it..." Lada shook her head, sure there were more interesting things for him to do than sit through a boring town hearing about saving a lake no one wants to save.

"I insist, Zvezda," he held her hand, bringing it to his lips. "It will be my pleasure to take you both."

"That's very nice of you, Nikolai," Charlie finally said something that didn't sound like mockery.

"Are you coming with us?" Lada glanced over at her brother.

"Sorry, I have other shit to do."

"Language!" Charlie gave him a stern look. "I don't know why you still ask, dear. He never cared about the lake."

Noticing tears gathered in Lada's eyes, Nikolai quickly leaned closer to her. "Did you have sweet dreams last night?" he smirked.

"Yeah, I had a dream about being in Romeo and Juliet," she felt a tightness in her chest, almost like the feeling of wanting something that was gone forever.

"And who was your Romeo?"

"He was too handsome and kind to be a real person," she shook her head, quickly wiping her eyes. "And you? Did you sleep well?"

"I couldn't sleep again, a song got stuck in my head."

"Really?"

"Yes... Unforgettable," seems like they had their own Eskimo Day now.

"You should really get some sleep, Nikolai, spending all those nights awake can't be good for you."

"I don't need to sleep if I dream when I'm awake."

"We should get dressed," Charlie cut their conversation short after watching the couple talking in codes like she used to do with Hal. "Put on your best outfit, Lada."

"Yes, gran," she finished her toast and headed back to the room.

Oh, if only I were 10 years younger, we could be a beautiful couple, Lada thought, letting her tears flow. 

She didn't exactly know why she was crying, her grandma's ruthless attitude, Ollie's gratuitous hate, Nikolai's endless kindness, how much she missed her father at that moment (he would have the perfect song to make her feel better), and the lake. The lake she was so desperately holding on to, but no one else seemed to care about.

"Marlena, have you seen my necklace?" she walked into the kitchen.

"Which one, sweetie?" 

"The pearl one that grandma gave me when I turned 15."

"No, sorry."

"It's okay, I'll find another one. I probably just left it in another drawer."

She was on the way back to the room when she bumped into Nikolai, he was tucking his royal blue shit into his pants hastily, but immediately stopped when he saw her.

"You look gorgeous," he looked her up and down, as he normally did.

"You look nice too."

"Are you ready?"

"Almost, I was just gonna put on a necklace," she walked by him and searched through her jewelry box. 

"Allow me," Nikolai took the necklace from her hand and carefully draped it around her neck, securing it on the back and leaning in to place a tender kiss on her shoulder. "Perfect."

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"A large town dock will bring new boats, business this community needs," Jim was speaking as everyone cheered him on. Ugh, the people upstate... Lada never liked them, ever since she was a kid.

Once the floor was open to public comments, Charlie took her hand, dragging her to the podium. She wished Nikolai was there, but of course he "had to stay in the car, this business didn't concern him", as her grandma would say.

Under all the whispered comments and dirty looks, the two women stood before the audience. It wasn't nearly as big as the ones Lada was used to back in the City, but it was twice as intimidating because she already knew, before she even started, that they were not gonna like her show.

"I grew up on this lake," Charlie began. "My kids and grandkids grew up on this lake."

"Two weeks a year doesn't give you the right..." some lady in the audience tried to interrupt, but Jim was quick to come in their defense. 

"Let her talk!" he shouted.

"It used to be this lake connected us to the past, to nature, to each other, to silence," Charlie continued over all the mean comments. "First we lost the trout, then most of the loons. While I wish Jim success in his son's jet ski business, a public dock will triple the amount of motors on this lake. Tell them about your research, dear."

"I have been looking into the outcome of other lakes that got public docks," Lada took a deep breath as she saw Nikolai approaching the doorframe, watching what she had to say mesmerized. "When Eel lake got their dock, they saw milfoil come in from outside boats. It destroyed their purple reed, their fish stock. This place is too special to lose because of a couple bucks, I don't know how many of you understand how important this place is, not only to me... This isn't about a dock, this is about the water. The purity of this lake, our lake."

"Your lake, right, princess?" a voice pierced through the crowd, the young boy, Jim's son was the one saying it.

"This lake isn't yours anymore, I don't have to listen to this... Go back to Broadway, you spoiled brat!"

One by one the people left the town hall in a rage. None of them had a clue, opening the lake would be like opening the memories, the loves, the losses, the grief, their entire lives, to be trampled on by some self-centered teenagers.

"Come on, let's go," Nikolai walked up to them and took Lada's hand. 

"I just wanted to keep everything..." 

"I know, these people don't know what they're talking about, let's get back home, okay?"

"Don't worry, Lada, we'll find a way," Charlie said, but in her eyes, she could see how disheartened her grandma was as they walked back to the car.

"Do you hear this?" Jim's son followed them furiously, shoving his finger in Lada's chest. "That's a 460Z, one day this lake is gonna be a destination whether you like it or not, you spoiled bitch!"

"What did you just say?" Nikolai growled, rolling up his sleeves as Charlie quickly walked away. "Get in the car, darling, I'll take care of this bastard."

"Nicky, don't-" she truly didn't want more problems.

"Listen to your bitch, Nicky," the boy challenged.

"You don't talk to a lady like that, you hear me? I'll break your face, you little shit!" he grabbed the boy by the collar throwing him to the ground. "Apologize right now!"

Luckily Jim showed up before the situation could escalate and took his son away while Nikolai opened the door for Lada. She felt sick to her stomach, on one side it was very sweet (and almost sexy) that he was willing to fight for her, but on the other side, she knew deep in her heart that she was about to lose the lake.

"Have you seen my hair bow?" Lada touched her head, her dark locks falling on her face.

"No, it must've fallen," Nikolai started the car.

The entire way back, they were silent, he just held her hand hoping that was enough while he couldn't say what he really wanted to or kiss her troubles away like the night before. Charlie observed from the backseat, remembering how Hal held her hand on their way to the honeymoon, with the same devotion, the same adoration.

"Get ready, darling," Nikolai whispered as they parked in front of the house. "Let's steal the guideboat for a few hours and get lost on the lake. I have something important to ask you."

"Okay, I'm just gonna get out of these clothes."

"Something I would love to help you with."

"If you did, we wouldn't leave the room, Nicky."

"Meet me at the dock."

"Meet me at the dock..." Ollie mocked his accent as Lada walked back inside. "What is going on between you two?"

"Oh, now you wanna talk to me? Interesting," she tilted her head. "For your information, we're just... wait, do you hear that? It's Marlena."

The two siblings followed the quiet sobs coming from the kitchen where Marlena was washing the dishes and crying as she looked out the window.

"Are you okay?" they asked nearly at the same time.

"You kids are sweet, like your father," she wiped her tears away quickly. "He did his best after your mother left, but it's hard to live without love."

"Yeah, he really tried to be a good dad, I'm grateful for him," Lada had forgotten about him for a few hours or the reason why she was there in the first place. Suddenly she felt very guilty about enjoying a romantic boat ride. "I miss him a lot."

"He was so quiet," Marlena mused, she could still see him when she closed her eyes. "Did he ever show you his collection?"

"Some of it, right Ollie? I know he has a few records hidden around the house, he used to say he'd tell me about them when I was older, but he never did," Lada sighed. 

"Have you found that record your grandma wants so bad?" 

"No luck yet," the young woman mumbled, her mind wandering far away as she watched Nikolai making his way to the dock.

"I don't trust him," Marlena muttered, almost like a warning.

"Why not? What's wrong with Nikolai?" all those years growing up with Marlena had taught her not to doubt her intuition, but she didn't want to believe her.

"I don't know, he just seems a little too good to be true, I saw him looking at the pictures the other day, something didn't feel right."

Trying to ignore that queasy feeling in her stomach, Lada quietly left to change. It wasn't possible that the only reason why he liked her was that... No that would be sick. 

She was her own person born in 1963, not 1923. She was a modern woman with a great personality and her appearance had nothing to do with the reason why Nikolai has been so insistent.

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"Hey there, Myshka,"  Nikolai smiled when he saw her. He offered his hand to help her into the boat, being very mindful and respectful when touching her. "Are you ready?"

"Yes, but I wanted to ask you something, it's probably stupid and you're gonna laugh, but I need to ask..."

"Good, I have something to ask as well," he got a hold of the oars and started rowing without knowing exactly where he wanted to go.

"Oh, okay, you go first then."

"You know I like you, right? I like you a lot," he started. For the first time, he didn't seem to know which words to use. "I think you're the most wonderful woman I've ever met. You're funny and beautiful, you're sweet and elegant, you're perfect in every single way. I thought I would never find a woman worth giving my heart to, but I was wrong... You are worth it, Lada."

"Stop this nonsense, Nicky," she shook her head, with a smile, thinking he must be high or something.

"No, I mean it! I want you to be my girlfriend. Would you please be my girlfriend?"

"Are you serious?" she frowned, thinking about the reasons behind that question.

"Of course I am, Zvezda. You deserve romance, you deserve someone who will care for you," he stopped rowing and took her hands, kissing her knuckers lovingly. "I will bring you flowers, take you out to dance, we can take long walks and talk about nothing and everything, I will make you so happy."

"Nikolai... You don't like me," it pained her to think about it, but the more he poured his heart out, the more she realized he was thinking of another version of her, a version he made up. "You just think you like me because I look like the old pictures on the walls, and you think we can live this ultra-romantic, old-fashioned fantasy, this isn't healthy and it's not real."

"At first yes, I won't lie to you, but from the moment I heard you sing that song, I just... Fell for you," he stared right through her as if he was dreaming. "Not her, not anyone else, you. I'm completely in love with you and I know you feel the same. I know after that moment we shared yesterday."

"I don't think that's a good idea, Nicky," she felt tears running down her face. She really wanted to say yes, she did like him more than she cared to admit, but after what Marlena said and after what he revealed to her about his expectations for this relationship, she couldn't lead him on. "You're a little young for me."

"Don't you like me? Don't I make you feel good when we're together? Didn't I make you feel good yesterday when we made love?"

 "I do, and you do, you did...That's why I don't want you to idealize someone I'm not, because then both of our hearts will be broken."

"I am not giving up on you, girls these days are just so-"

"I am a girl from these days! I live in New York City in a studio apartment in Midtown, I work full time, I have sex before marriage, and I take the pill..."

"But you are different, your soul is old like mine."

"You don't really want me, you'll just be disappointed, Nikolai, I'm not the person you think I am. I am no Lady of the Flowers, I'm just Lada Sway."

"I don't think you are another person, I just love you, just that, plain and simple. I love you, Lada Sway, please give me a chance. I promise I will be the best boyfriend you can think of, I'll do anything for you. I'd kill and die for you if you asked."

"I don't know."

"Please say yes?" he looked at her with hopeful eyes.

"How about a maybe? I need to think, you need to think... How about we just see how things turn out."

"That's good, I'm happy with it," he grinned, looking victorious. "You'll see, I'll show you my feelings are real, you won't regret it."

By the time they got back to the dock, the sun was starting to set and rain was starting to pour. Nikolai immediately took his shirt off to cover Lada.

"You don't have to do this..."

"I don't want you to catch cold."

"And what happens to you?"

"I'm tough, nothing will happen to me."

Lada ran up to her room to dry herself and avoid Ollie's and grandma's questions about her love life. She liked him, why was she letting those stupid thoughts dictate how she feels?

"Hey, Lada," Ollie called, he was sitting next to Nikolai, in front of a pile of records. "Where did you look for the... You know what?"

"Pretty much everywhere," she joined them in front of the record player. "Every room, every drawer, and cabinet, I haven't found it. I don't know where else to look."

"What are these markings?" Nikolai pointed at the black dots on the cover of a Madonna album.

"Everyone in the family has their own way of ranking records," Ollie explained. "When I was little I graded these so I wouldn't accidentally DJ subpar music."

"What is your technique?" he asked, taking Lada's hand.

"I use numbers, zero to ten, pretty simple."

"Olivia Newton-John, A," Nikolai grimaced. "And an 8,5 from Lada."

"What? She's... Hot," Ollie shrugged.

"Who cares, Oliver? Physical is such a good song, that song alone makes the album worth it," Lada laughed. "Although, Make a Move on Me is pretty good too."

"Harry Belafonte," Nikolai took another one of the records. "He's like black Neil Diamond! Look, Julio Iglesias, he's like the Spanish Neil Diamond..."

Ollie and Lada chuckled, he wasn't completely wrong. God, why did he have to be so charming and captivating?

"That is a terribly good recording, such a handsome man," Charlie said as she stood looking down on them. Just her voice, made Lada shiver, she was starting to understand more and more why Oliver was so hostile to anyone who reminded him of her.

"B minus, it's not his best calypso," he mumbled, looking back at the tray she was holding. "What are those?"

"Just a little surprise for my grandkids... and this nice young man."

"Moscow mule," Nikolai pulled a chair for Charlie, wanting to show Lada how much of a gentleman he could be. "Famous American drink," he took one of the glasses.

"Russian and American seem to be a good combination," Lada winked at him before taking a sip. She did promise to give him a chance...

"I think so too, and one day we'll have the most beautiful Russian-American children to prove it."

"Children?" Charlie choked on her drink.

"He's joking, gran..." Lada looked at Nikolai, slightly terrified, but he simply smiled, standing by his affirmation. Did he really mean that? Was he actually serious about this whole thing?

"Oh, look," Charlie quickly changed her focus to something else, grabbing a forgotten record from the pile, graded an F minus, one star (in her own system), and zero point five. "Looks like we all agree on this one... Not a handsome fellow."

"What is it with you and your obsession for grading music based on how hot the singer is?" Lada rolled her eyes.

"What did Timmy think about this one?" Charlie asked, a question none of the siblings wanted to answer.

"Looks like Americans would rather organize music than hear it, in Russia we simply dance," Nikolai got up.

"What are you doing?" Ollie muttered.

"Inviting this lovely lady to dance with me," he took Lada's hand and spun around the room with her. 

"Nikolai, what is going on?" she whispered.

"I'm trying to throw her off the scent, if she's worried about you and me, she doesn't look for the record... Your grandma not liking me had to be useful for something."

"Where did you get this idea?"

"She thinks I'm trying to seduce you for green card, I heard her say it the other-"

Before he could finish, all the lights turned off and Lada screamed, hiding against his chest.

"Are you afraid of the dark?" Nikolai seemed to find it funny and worrying at the same time

"There's a reason why I moved to the city that never sleeps..." 

"Relax, I can fix it, darling. Don't worry," he tried to leave and see what was wrong, but she didn't let go.

"Don't leave me alone."

"You have to be joking. Lada, a nearly 30-year-old woman scared of the dark?" Charlie scoffed. 

"Maybe she has her reasons," Ollie muttered, taking his sister's hand, a feeling growing inside of him he couldn't quite understand, it was almost like in the dark they were kids again, he wasn't so angry at her anymore. "I'll stay with you, we can hide like we used to."

"Okay..." she took his hand hesitantly.

"I will be right back," Nikolai grabbed an umbrella. "You won't even have time to miss me."

Tag List: @seanfalco @firstpersonnarrator @holidayspirits @salvador-daley​

#song of sway lake #song of sway lake fanfic #song of sway lake nikolai #nikolai #nikolai x oc #fanfic #robert sheehan fanfic #robert sheehan character fic #sway lake

[momoinatrenchcoat]

Wounds That Never Show by Phoenix_Waves | Rated E | 51,781 Words

*This fic contains description and ongoing discussion of a sexual assault and recovery, though this scene does not.*

Malfoy conjured up a seat at the table. Harry noticed his eyes dart somewhat nervously around the room for a brief moment. He looked, too. Hermione was still smiling to herself unabashedly as she bottled her potion and Ron had returned his attention to his cauldron, though he looked like he might be sick. Zabini had seemingly abandoned his potion altogether to stare at the two of them, mouth open wide; Greengrass, sat beside him, mouth also slightly agape with the distinct look of wheels turning and pieces clicking into place. Padma and Parvarti had their heads together, whispering, and both Theodore Nott and Michael Corner were frowning, angrily. For the first time, Harry noticed that a portrait of Snape, himself, had wandered into the portrait frame at the front of the room and he, too, looked miffed. Ernie Macmillan, who was busy finishing up his potion, was the only one who seemed not to have noticed the apparent spectacle of Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy being friendly.

"Merlin, Potter! You're really bad at this! You were doing alright sixth year, what on earth happened?" Harry felt his face heat up. "Accio powdered bezoar."

Harry watched as Malfoy reached up and caught the little jar with Seeker reflexes. "It's too late to start from scratch but, if you put in a pinch of powdered bezoar, it should neutralize it and bring you back to step six." Harry did as he was told and was appreciative when the potion went back to a bright purple. He smiled up at Malfoy.

"You're bloody brilliant!"

"I know. Now show me how you shook your powdered porcupine quills."

Harry grabbed his jar full of porcupine quills and shook it side to side. "No, no -- you have to do it harder than that. Try doing it up and down and faster like you're.... Nevermind." He stopped himself but smiled mischievously.

"Oh," Harry said as he did it and felt the difference. It was another moment before it dawned on Harry what Malfoy had been insinuating. "Oh. Oh!" His face began to heat up once more and Malfoy smirked.

"That's good," he said. Harry added the powdered quills and watched as it turned red!

"Thanks, Malfoy!" he exclaimed.

"Now if you want to get done with this before class ends, you can switch up the stirring. One big stir followed by one tight stir will vastly speed up the process."

Harry glanced up at him as he began stirring. "How do you even know all of this? Let me guess: a godfather like Snape get you a potions set before you could walk?"

Draco snorted. "He did, actually." They shared a warm smile and Harry was surprised that it seemed to warm him from the core. He was even more surprised when Draco reached over and grabbed his wrist. Harry's breath caught.

"One big stir, one tight stir," he said, his tone surprisingly gentle, though firm, as he directed Harry's arm for a couple of turns before letting go. "You see, you've got it!" he said as it turned orange and then turquoise.

"Wow." They reached the point of simmering much sooner than Harry could ever have hoped or expected. He grinned sheepishly. "Thanks, again, Malfoy!"

Draco shrugged.

"Very nicely done!" said Hermione from his left. "Hey, Draco? Will you be joining us in the dueling club tomorrow? It's the first meeting of the year and Harry will be leading. You could help get the younger Slytherins involved, maybe even help teach them some things!"

Malfoy gaped at her for a moment, surprised and confused by the olive branch. Finally, he found his bearings. "No, quite frankly I don't see the point. Apparently all we really need in life is Expelliarmus, anyways."

Hermione looked affronted but Harry laughed and even Ron snorted.

#drarry #draco malfoy #harry potter #drarry art #ao3 fanfic #hogwarts 8th year #hurt/comfort #enemies to friends to lovers #phoenix_waves

[kittypets-read-the-series]

B1 C2: RUSTY GETS AMBUSHED

It was very dark.

“What was dark?”

“Filou! Be quiet!”

“Alright, alright, Luna, keep your fur on!”

Rusty could sense something was near.

“It’s Rusty!” Tommy meowed.

“I think this might be from his point of view.” Princess said.

… This place was unfamiliar, but the strange scents drew him onward, deeper into the shadows.

Nutmeg shook her head. “He always was the most adventures of our kits.” she whispered to Jake.  “He got it from you!” Jake just looked at her innocently.

… Suddenly a flash of gray raced past him. Rusty stopped still, listening.

Hattie squeaked.

… He was downwind of the mouse. He knew it was not aware of him.

“He always was the hunter.” Luna said.  “I’ve lost count of all the times he pounced on me!”

… The mouse dived for cover, heading toward a hole in the ground. But Rusty was already on top of it.

“WHOO!” Filou yowled.

Suddenly a noise roared nearby.

“What is it?” Cody asked, eyes wide.

… Angry, Rusty gave up the hunt. He spun around, his green eyes glaring, intent on searching out the noise that had cost him his kill.

“I hate it when that happens!” Jake muttered.  He was hunting a sparrow once and another cat, a rouge, had startled some bushes, making him lose his catch.  He had longed to teach that rogue a lesson, but the rogue looked battle-scarred and dangerous, so he cut his losses and went on his way.  Lots of cats without a housefolk thought kittypets were cowards - some were - but others knew when to argue with a wild cat and when not to.

… The forest had disappeared. He was inside a hot and airless kitchen, curled in his bed.

“Oh, it was a dream.” Oliver said.

… Rusty had been dreaming.

“Mouse dung!” Tommy meowed.

Lifting his head, he rested his chin on the side of his bed. His collar rubbed uncomfortably around his neck.

“Downside to being a kittypet.  THE DANG COLLAR!” Filou sighed.

… Rusty rolled onto his back, savoring the dream for a few more moments. He could still smell mouse. 

“That happens with me sometimes.” Livy meowed. “Part of my dream follows me back into the real world.”

From his bed he could smell the bland odor of his food. His owners always refilled his dish before they went to bed.

“They are good housefolk.” Hattie sighed.  “Very nice.”

The food felt dry and tasteless on his tongue. Rusty reluctantly swallowed one more mouthful.

“Yeah, sometimes the food isn’t that good.” Zach said, wrinkling his nose.

“But we sure do let our housefolk know!” Tyler meowed.

… He made his dirt beneath a large bush with glossy green leaves and heavy purple flowers.

“Didn’t need to know that.” Tommy muttered.

… It was a favorite spot of his, as he could see right into the neighboring gardens as well as into the dense green forest on the other side of the garden fence.

Nutmeg looked pointedly at Jake. “Just like you.” she muttered.

… He heard his owners giving him one last call from the back door. … But this time Rusty ignored his owners’ voices and turned his gaze back to the forest. The crisp smell of the woods had grown fresher after the rain.

Nutmeg turned to Jake again, but he cut her off. “I know! I know! Just like me!”

… Was something moving out there? Was something watching him?

“Oh dear.” Hattie said.

… Tensing his muscles, he crouched for a moment. Then he leaped lightly down into the rough grass on the other side of the garden fence. As he landed, the bell on his collar rang out through the still night air.

Princess purred. “He’s heading into the woods now!”

“Where are you off to, Rusty?” … A young black-and-white cat was balancing ungracefully on the fence.

“Wait...that sounds like you Smudge.” Cody said.

“Hello, Smudge,” Rusty replied.

“I knew it!”

“You’re not going to go into the woods, are you?” … “Henry said he went into the woods once.” The cat lifted his head and gestured with his nose over the rows of fences toward the garden where Henry lived.

“That old tabby never went into the woods.” Jake huffed.  He knew Henry, the furball exaggerated everything.

“That fat old tabby never went into the woods!” Rusty scoffed.

Jake blinked.

“Welp,” Filou said.  “You know what they say, like father, like son!”

“He’s hardly been beyond his own garden since his trip to the vet. All he wants to do is eat and sleep.”

“Too right!” Jake agreed

“No, really. He caught a robin there!” Smudge insisted.

“Don’t believe everything that puffball says.” Jake meowed, shaking his head.

… “Henry told me there are all sorts of dangerous animals out there. Huge wildcats who eat live rabbits for breakfast and sharpen their claws on old bones!”

Jake and Crystal started hacking in amusement. 

“I’ve met two wild cats, those rumors aren’t true!” Jake meowed.  

Crystal recalled the story of how she had saved a wild cat's life from a fox.

… Suddenly the movement of a tiny creature caught his eye. He watched it scuttle under some brambles. Instinct made him drop into a low crouch.

“It’s real this time!” Luna perked up.

… Excitement coursed through him, making his heart pound. This was even better than his dreams!

“Get it! Get it!” Filou and Tommy chanted.

… Then a sudden noise of cracking twigs and crunching leaves made him jump. His bell jangled treacherously, and the mouse darted away into the thickest tangle of the bramble bush. Rusty stood very still and looked around.

The kittypets held their breath.

He could see the white tip of a red bushy tail trailing through a clump of tall ferns up ahead. He smelled a strong, strange scent, definitely a meat-eater, but neither cat nor dog.

“Oh no.” Jake muttered. “Fox.”

Distracted, Rusty forgot about the mouse and watched the red tail curiously. He wanted a better look.

“No…” Jake meowed. “Stay away from the fox!”

… he kept his eyes fixed on the strange red fur up ahead, and continued to creep onward. It was only when the faint rustling behind him became a loud and fast-approaching leaf-crackle that Rusty realized he was in danger.

Nutmeg gasped, worried for her youngest.

The creature hit him like an explosion and Rusty was thrown sideways into a clump of nettles. Twisting and yowling, he tried to throw off the attacker that had fastened itself to his back. It was gripping him with incredibly sharp claws.

Princess and Luna’s eyes were wide.

… He writhed and squirmed from whisker to tail, but he couldn’t free himself. For a second he felt helpless; then he froze. Thinking fast, he flipped over onto his back.

“Dangerous, but might just work…” Jake whispered.

He knew instinctively how dangerous it was to expose his soft belly, but it was his only chance. He was lucky—the ploy seemed to work. He heard a “hhuuffff” beneath him as the breath was knocked out of his attacker.

“That’s my kit!” Jake yowled proudly.

… Rusty managed to wriggle free. Without looking back he sprinted toward his home.

“Run, run, run, run…” many whispered.

… Even though the pain from his scratches stung beneath his fur, Rusty decided he would rather turn and fight than let himself be jumped on again.

Jake nodded in agreement.  He would rather do that too.

It was another kitten, with a thick coat of shaggy gray fur, strong legs, and a broad face. … Taken by surprise by Rusty’s turnabout, it fell back into a dazed heap. The impact knocked the breath out of Rusty, and he staggered.

Nami and Livy listened with wide eyes as their uncle took on this scary-sounding wild cat.  Their mother had told them about him and their brother Cloudtail’s exploits in the forest.  They were excited to hear about them first pawed.

He quickly found his footing and arched his back, puffing out his orange fur, ready to spring onto the other kitten. But his attacker simply sat up and began to lick a forepaw, all signs of aggression gone.

“What….?” Tommy tilted his head in confusion.

… “Hi there, kittypet!” meowed the gray tom cheerily. “You put up quite a fight for a tame kitty!”

“Not all of us are tame.” Jake said mysteriously. Nutmeg whacked him with her paw.

“I tamed you.  So you aren’t on that list.” 

Jake gave her an offended look as Tommy and Filou gagged at their parents.

Rusty remained on tiptoe for a second, wondering whether to attack anyway. Then he remembered the strength he had felt in this kitten’s paws when he had pinned him to the ground.

“Good.” Jake nodded.  “Know when to attack, and when not to.”

… “What’s a kittypet like you doing out in the woods? Don’t you know it’s dangerous?” asked Graypaw.

“Uhh...yes.” Cody said.

“If you’re the most dangerous thing the woods has to offer, then I think I can handle it,” Rusty bluffed. … “Oh, I’m far from the most dangerous. If I were even half a warrior, I’d have given an intruder like you some real wounds to think about.”

Nutmeg stiffed at the thought.

Rusty felt a thrill of fear at these ominous words. … “You must have heard of the four warrior Clans that hunt around here!

“Wait, wait, wait.” Oliver said. “Time out. So, Rusty was supposed to know about these ‘Clans’, but this Graypaw is surprised that Rusty doesn’t really know about the dangers? Am I the only one seeing this?”

… The other Clans are always trying to steal prey from our territory, especially ShadowClan. They’re so fierce they would have ripped you to shreds, no questions asked.”

Nutmeg dug her claws into the earth at the thought. She knew from Jake that WindClan was rather friendly with outsiders, but this ShadowClan…she shivered. They sounded nasty.

… “They come to take prey that is rightfully ours. … Kits have to be six moons old before they even begin training. Tonight is my first night out as an apprentice.”

“Hmm.” Nami said.  “They have an organized system.”

“Why don’t you find yourself an owner with a nice cozy house instead? … “No way! I can’t think of anything worse than being a kittypet!

“How about being dead?” Nutmeg said, her eyes narrowed.  “Starving? Incredibly sick?  Losing the ones you love?  There are many things that are worse than being a kittypet.”

They’re nothing but Twoleg toys!

Luna huffed. “No we are not!”

Eating stuff that doesn’t look like food, making dirt in a box of gravel, sticking their noses outside only when the Twolegs allow them?

“I could go outside whenever I wanted.” Ruby whispered to Socks.  He nodded in agreement.

… “I guess you’ll never understand.” … “You weren’t born wild. It makes a big difference.

“No it does not.” Jake hissed, eyes narrowed into slits.

You need to be born with warrior blood in your veins, or the feel of the wind in your whiskers. … “That’s not true!” he [Rusty] mewed indignantly.

“Too right!” Jake muttered.

… “I smell cats from my Clan,” … “Run!” … He was too late.

“Oh no!” Livy squeaked.

Rusty turned to see a large gray she-cat strolling majestically out from the undergrowth. … “Bluestar!” Beside Rusty, Graypaw crouched down and narrowed his eyes.

“Bluestar? Wasn’t that one of the starry cats who showed up before?” Socks said.

He crouched even lower when a second cat—a handsome, golden tabby—followed the gray cat into the clearing. … Lionheart, I’m sorry.” … Rusty copied Graypaw and crouched low to the forest floor, his ears twitching nervously.

Nutmeg was stiff with tension.

“Who is this?” … Rusty flinched as she turned her gaze on him. … [Graypaw] just a Twoleg pet from beyond our territories.”

“Excuse me?” Nami said, offended.

Just a Twoleg pet! The words inflamed Rusty, but he held his tongue.

“Looks like he got mother’s brains!” Filou said.

Jake looked offended.

Nutmeg’s eyes glittered with mirth.

The warning look in Bluestar’s stare told him that she had observed the anger in his eyes, and he looked away. … Bluestar was still staring at Rusty. “You fight well for a Twoleg pet,”

“Again with the pet?” Tommy muttered.

… “Sit up now, both of you!” … I’ve not seen a kittypet do that before.” Rusty managed to nod his thanks, taken aback by such unexpected praise.

Jake puffed up at hearing a Clan leader praising his son.

Her next words surprised him even more. … We patrol this border frequently, so I have often seen you sitting on your boundary, staring out into the forest. … Bluestar stared at Rusty thoughtfully.

“Wonder what she’s thinking.” Crystal muttered.

“You do seem to have a natural hunting ability. … His [Lionheart] deep meow was respectful but insistent. … Send him home to his Twolegs!”

“Why?” Hattie asked, confused. He had just been hunting a mouse.  What was the big deal?

“Send me home?” … “But I’ve only come here to hunt for a mouse or two. I’m sure there’s enough to go around.”

Jake winced.  He knew from Talltail and Pinestar that was not true.

Bluestar had turned her head to acknowledge Lionheart’s words. Now her gaze snapped back to Rusty. Her blue eyes were blazing with anger.

Smudge squeaked.

“There’s never enough to go around,” she spat. “If you didn’t live such a soft, overfed life, you would know that!”

Nutmeg huffed. “It’s not his fault he was born a housecat!  He’s not to blame for not knowing something at such a young age!”

Rusty was confused by Bluestar’s sudden rage, but one glance at the horrified look on Graypaw’s face was enough to tell him he had spoken too freely. … These were not cozy fireside cats he was dealing with—they were mean, hungry cats who were probably going to finish what Graypaw had started.

“Continue, continue!” Nutmeg yowled.

#kittypets read: the series #kittypets read: into the wild

[olivereliocorcordium1983]

To all of the parents that freak out over lgbt things like kissing, and us lgbt people "turning children that way" let me tell you a story that actually happened to me that put me in tears.

Okay to start off let me give you a little bit of context to this story: my mother was a teacher for something known as "girls town" which is a school for "troubled teenagers" if you can call it that anyway my mom invited one of her ex students to concan with us to get away from her horrible life. And this is not any exaggeration at all this poor girl has had it very very rough though I am not going to go into detail about it.

I was ecstatic because i haven't seen her in a few years. And I found out that she had a five year old little girl who was coming with her.

So the whole time during that trip i couldn't write very much because this little girl wanted to play with me all the time. Which is something I am not used to at all, since you guys know im around my dogs twenty four seven.

One day she wanted to go down to the water so me and her mother take her down to the spot where we usually sit when the river is low and we sit down and i am watching this girl have the time of her life splashing and laughing while i was talking to her mother.

I ended up coming out to my friend and telling her I was trans and was accepted not just by her but by her daughter. A FIVE YEAR OLD ACCEPTED ME! A little stranger who didnt know my history or my entire life story accepted me oh and she not only accepted me but she also said this to me when her mother was talking to me about being comfortable and not caring about what other people think.

Now here is something else for context as a trans person my self hatred for my body and the disphoria i feel with my body is very high. So self love is very very hard for me, so when I walk i am hunched because my chest is big and i try to make myself feel small. My trans brothers know what im talking about hunching the shoulders, praying to god no one clocks you and curse yourself cuz you don't pass but try so hard to.

I had on my t shirt it was oversized and i wanted to take it off so badly because i was hot and uncomfortable. I had on my bindings on as i always do because obvious reasons. But this little girl looks me in the eyes and says this-

"you can take your shirt off. It's okay, no one is looking you can do it don't be scared. No one is watching. It's okay you can do it. Be brave."

I look at my friend like "what the fuck? Is... Is she serious?" Knowing that most of my family was down there with their own children who were the same age as this sweet girl who are all straight, religious, god fearing, gun loving people. I was terrified, i was in tears but she told me again the same thing-

"you can take your shirt off. It's okay, no one is looking you can do it don't be scared. No one is watching. It's okay you can do it. Be brave."

And this time she touched my shirt and I said "Alright." And she helped me take my shirt off for the very first time in my life in front of my family and once it was off she took it from me so i couldn't put it back on and said.

"momma i like him, i want him to be my best friend." Then she looked at me and hugged me unprompted and told me-

"You are my best friend now and I love you no matter what. See you feel better now?"

This moment right here was my Oliver in Rome/ Armie's fuck em moment. And yes, i did look around at my family before I took my shirt off but, I applaud this child.

So those parents worrying about your children being around lgbt people need to stop. Your kids are fine in fact they are a hell of a lot smarter then you give them credit for so instead of teaching them that being lgbt is gross, a "sin", and disowning them for who they are, why don't you sit down and actually listen to what they are saying you might be taught something. Be open minded, empathetic and understanding.

Thank you sweet girl for teaching me to be brave and giving me a honest chance, when so many in my life don't. You made me feel happiness when you have no idea of the reality of what is said in my thoughts most of the time. Self hatred is real but because of you, i feel just a little bit braver and thank you for making my summer one that I will remember and carry for the rest of my life.

I love you and your my best friend too. ♥️

Oh and here is the icing on the cake you guys i stood up out of the water in front of my own mother and her student goes "he looks good doesnt he?" And my mother's response was

"Just don't get burned."

[dumbasspimpster]

“Darling” she whined from the living room, “Cooome heeere.” I knew from the tone of her voice that she had had another “accident”.

I went over to living room to find her looking up at me from a seated position on her yoga mat, her legs splayed out in front of her, looking ready to cry.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“I did it again” she moaned. I knew immediately what had happened. I went behind her and lifted up her enormous shelf butt to reveal a split along the seat. It was low enough that I could have slipped a finger right up into her vagina. Or her anus, if you prefer.

“I’ll buy you another pair” I said, trying to sound stern and concealing the fact that I was actually pleased by this development, as it meant my wife had ate her way out of another pants size. I could feel an erection coming on.

“Okay” she said, looking dejected. In only a few moments she began sobbing and the tears began to flow.

“Hey, hey, hey” I said, wrapping my arms around her from behind, “It’s not your fault.” Reaching around her broad back and side rolls, I got my hands just far enough to fondle the tops of her enormous breasts. They quivered like Jello moulds as she sobbed.

“Yes it is” she wailed. “I shouldn’t be doing yoga.” She twisted around to look at me with big beautiful eyes full of tears. “I’m getting… fat!” she cried, spitting out the last word like it was a dirty admission of sin.

“Shhhhhh” I said, stroking her wobbling double chin, “That’s not true. You’re beautiful.”

That was only half a lie. She was beautiful. But it was becoming harder and harder to conceal the truth. For one, I was hardly able to carry enough freeweights in order to miscalibrate the bathroom scale before she used it. For another, it was becoming increasingly difficult with every size to find clothes that fit her. Last month I had forgot to take off the tag on a pair of size 28 yoga pants and had only discovered it when I was teaching my hand down the back of them during foreplay. She could easily have seen it there when she put them on, if she was more observant in general.

“Did you weigh yourself?” I asked.

“Yes, 168 pounds!” she replied. Okay, so add my own weight, plus 180 pounds of freeweights, I thought. Shit, she’s almost maxed out the scale. “But I don’t think that can be right.”

“But you’re eating a keto diet” I said. Another half-truth. I did all the grocery shopping and cooking and made sure she shoveled her face full of lots of avocado, olive oil, nuts, fish, veggies with dip, and of course - red meat. But she also ate lots of bread and had many compulsive cravings for candy, which, like a child, she was unable to control. And sometimes when she was sad, she would enter a sort of binge-eating trance state, and we would put on a long girly movie and I would feed her cartons of ice cream and plates full of cookies and entire extra-large pizzas until she couldn’t move from the couch and I would fuck her and fall asleep on top of her and in the morning she wouldn’t remember a thing.

Sex with her was the best thing because she was getting fat everywhere and had soft supple skin and I could grab her anywhere and there were literally several different crevices I had fucked her in and she bounced and jiggled like a waterbed while I made love to her. She enjoyed every minute and liked to giggle joyfully as I fucked her, revelling in the attention I paid to every nook and cranny of her growing body. And the bigger she got, the crazier her sex drive got.

Now I had her in my arms with her ass spilling out of tight yoga pants and I wiped tears from her big full cheeks and she grabbed me and began kissing me passionately.

“You’re right, I’m not stupid” she said in between kisses. “If I’m fat, how are you so attracted to me?”

I smiled at her. “I love you” I said.

“I love you too”. With that, she launched herself at me, and 540 pounds of woman came tumbling over me.

#female feedee #fat kink #fat girls #weight gain #getting fatter

[the-good-spartan]

WIP WEDNESDAY (On a Thursday)

Hi everyone,

I was so busy yesterday I missed my weekly WIP share so here it is, a day late :)

I’m going to be working on my non-fanfic stuff for a bit now - I’m feeling a little disenchanted with fanfic atm for various reasons - so this is from the prequel to the (non fanfic) version of the Good Spartan, A Story Set in Sparta.

One part of this story follows a variant of my OC Adimantos, who in this story is a mothakes, a non-full blood Spartan who is basically a foster-brother to Brasidas and is put through the agoge with him despite his mixed blood. [This is one theory about what an actual mothakes might have been, historically speaking, and may be totally wrong.]

Whether he remains that as this story develops is anyone’s guess. ‘Tis early days.

***

There was the hardly audible sound of bare feet upon the stones. It reminded Adimantos of the sound of gentle rain on the side of a tent. He couldn’t see the boys, but they were there, amongst the shadows of the columns and shifting olive trees.

He could hear people down on the Hyakinthian Way, their voices brought on the breeze; and in the further distance, the howling of wolves. He sighed.

‘Not good enough,’ he said gruffly, his deep voice echoing slightly in the open space of the temple. ‘We’ll try again tomorrow.’

There was no response – they’d got that right at least – and after a moment, he felt certain they’d left once more.

Nothing but a feeling of course, but one that had been bred into him through hard experience.

He walked out of the temple into the shifting gradations of moonlight and starlight, pooling shadows and shivering trees. The grass beneath his feet crackled, brittle with the long, dry summer, as he cut back to the Hyakinthian Way and on, towards the barracks.

He’d seen nineteen Hyakinthia festivals, but this was the first time real responsibility had found him. Brasidas had shielded him from that: he was always the leader - always in charge. How it had happened that it was Adimantos himself who’d been chosen to be Eirene, he didn’t know.

Yet, it had happened, against all expectation - and at the Hyakinthia a month earlier, he’d been given his group of boys, fifteen Paides, the youngest age group of the agoge. He was to teach and train them in how to be a Spartan; but to his mind, most importantly, in preparation for the initiation rites to the next age class in three years time.

He shivered with the enormity of the task, the possible consequences. If they failed, he failed. Their behaviour would reflect directly on him and his own position once he’d graduated into adulthood.

He had to get this right. They had to get it right.

#astorysetinsparta #writing #my writing #not fanfic #original fiction #ancient sparta #my oc #Adimantos #wip wednesday