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fromforeigntofamiliarity · 2 years

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Working Bitch | The Seven

Summary: The reader is a member of 'The Seven', but for how long?Warning: None Request: None

Sitting at the table with the the rest of 'The Seven' you were as bored as ever waiting for Madilyn to show up for a 'important meeting'.

Passing a notepad back over to Noir as you two continued you games of tic-tac-toe, the door to the meeting room slide open revealing the older blonde woman.

"Good afternoon everyone," She greeted with a cheery smile. "Sorry I'm late."

"Not sorry enough to not do it." Homelander replied with a strained smile. "Can we just get on with... whatever the fuck this is all about."

"Of course, Homelander." She replied before turning to face you as Noir pushed the notepad back over to you. "Y/N, You are one of our most popular and hard working supes, unfortunately Vought feels that your efforts would be better served exploring your own endeavors."

The room was silent for a moment as everyone each took time to evaluate and process the carefully worded statement that had just come out of her mouth.

"I'm sorry," You said standing from your seat. "Are you firing me?" You asked narrowing your eyes at the human woman.

"Damn." A-Train commented looking between you Madilyn in anticipation.

"We feel that you have so much more growing to do and don't want to hold you back from doing that." She said once having the common sense to at least look frightened.

"No your firing me." You corrected walking away from the table and over to the blonde. "I give years of my life to this company to this team and this is what I get." You said stalking closer and closer as you feel your powers begin to scratch at the surface almost begging you to kill the woman. "After everything you think I'm just gonna lay down and take-." Your sentence if cut off as she holds out a piece of paper to you, not just any piece of paper, a check.

"Your severance." She stated pushing the paper towards you more as indication you could take it, which you did.

"Take, take care of yourselves you guys." You finished your sentence turning to face the rest of 'The Seven' the anger that was present on your face now vanished into a bright smile. "I really am going to miss you guys, especially you Noir, our late night chats really got me through it." You said starting to make your way towards the exit.

"Y/N" Madilyn called.

"Hey Maddy who do I talk to about getting this tracking chip removed?" You asked cutting off whatever she was about to say. "Now you guys remember 'We're a team at the start, but a family in my heart' I'll miss you guys. Maeve, never change. A-Train, maybe change a little. Deep, Translucent, suck a dick and die you predatory assholes."

"Who approved this?" Homelander asked standing from his chair now. "I'm not okay with this."

"I am" You sung out shaking your check as the sliding door parted.

"Y/N is not leaving 'The Seven'." Madilyn called out causing you to stop in your tracks.

"I'm not?" You asked holding your check to your chest protectively as though someone was going to take it.

"No you're not, yet." She replied. "Not for another three months. Vought would like you to officially announce you voluntary departure from "The Seven' as well as your goal of making sure that your team is well taken care of after your departure by assisting in the hunt to find the next member."

"Passing the torch" you realized walking farther into the room.

"Exactly." Madilyn nodded. "Of course along with public appearances, farewell tour, interviews all that come with their own paycheck."

"So sit back down?" You asked shoulders sagging as you made your way back to your spot next to Noir. "What a relief, I was worried I wasn't going to have time to properly convey my well wishes to you guys."

"Are you kidding me!" Homelander groaned. "Y/N and Noir are the only two I can trust to do anything, you're putting Noir in a tuff place here taking up the work of four other people plus a newbie."

"I'm sure the others are plenty capable of doing their jobs." Madilyn replied with a slight eye roll. "Now on to other business..." She continued as you tuned out the conversation.

Noir passed the notepad over to you with a new game of tic-tac-toe started with an 'X' in the middle of the board with a note written at the bottom, 'How much?'

Placing a 'O' in the upper right corner you passed the note back along with the check and a note that said. 'Enough.'

Looking down at the check and back up to you Noir gave you a thumbs up.

#the boys season 3 #the boys #homelander #black noir #the deep #madilyn stillwell #the seven #vought #queen maeve #the boys x reader #masterlist #homelander x reader

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plethomacademia · 1 month

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Answering this!

I know why you are here (and I love you for it, I seriously feel teary eyed when I see how much you like these weirdos) so let's talk about the blowjob that originally was going to be in what became Gilded but I cut at the beginning of January and why it's one of my favorite pieces of smut I have written.

Y'all, I write a lot of pornography. Some of them (Resolution) have less to them than "this is hot," but most of them have something at the center that I am trying to pick at. So of course, this is a load bearing blowjob.

Pre-canon, Maeve is strictly demisexual. She performs sexuality for her cult, but it is pure performance. She has never needed to perform oral sex for this and so even though I think I never state this, I will say now that this blowjob is the very first time that she has ever performed oral sex on a man and only the second time she has performed oral sex in her entire half century life. It is also only the second time that she has wanted to. She is truly attracted to Gortash and that in itself is a new thing, since she has not felt sexual attraction to this degree since she was very young. This fic was a slow burn in part because at least one half of them wasn't really burning for a year.

This was originally going to be in this chapter because its about how the small control over her urges has given her a new lease on trying things. I do not think she has like every dreamed of putting a dick in her mouth, but she has found that she loves watching this particular man experience pleasure and she especially loves controlling his pleasure. So why not try it and see how far she can push it? And it turns out it goes further than she would like because she learns that his cum is fucking nasty.

Does Gort know any of this? I have him realizing that she has no idea how to suck a dick (a character trait I have her keep in the game period, you're welcome Astarion/Halsin) and he definitely finds this era of Maeve very very hot. He deep down wants an equal partner and that requires that she control her urges. If he can get off as a result, that's all bonus. I also think Gortash loves a little fear in his sex so the idea that Maeve might just bite his dick off is chefs kiss.

#asks #maevetash #maeve #in the tag #THANK YOU FOR REAL #your support is so huuuuge

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lemmilemura · 1 year

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Or, alternatively, you and Janae bonding over your crushes liking eachother. Sadge. Also very fun Maeve, Janae, Simon and You group dynamics. I'm having a lot of fun with this one. I hope you enjoy :D

All kept gender-neutral Based on the show

This party sucks. I only came along because Janae, Simon and Maeve needed a ride. We haven't even been here for more than half an hour and we've already lost Maeve and Simon. Janae just left to go look for them, I'm staying in the kitchen in case they come back. The party's host, Jake, comes in a minute or so after Janae left. "You're not going to drink anything?" He holds up a bottle of some sort of alcohol to me. "No thanks. Driver" I take a sip from the glass of water that I've barely touched all this time. "Oh. So you brought Simon." He takes a swig of his drink. I just roll my eyes at him. Luckily he's gone before I can really snap-back.

I decide to text Janae to see if she's made any progress. You find them yet? But she doesn't answer. I'm not really worried though, she's probably more focused on finding them. Which makes sense. So many people here have absolutely bombarded their social media with images, videos, and what not. Some people even complaining about Simon being here. Can't really blame them, can I?

"Can we leave?" I hear from behind me and nearly throw my phone across the room. "Jesus fucking Christ, Janae! Gave me a heart attack." I turn to her and try to catch my breath. "Sorry. Can we leave?" She asks again. "Yeah, of course. Did you find Simon and Maeve?" She just looks off to the side. "Just wanna leave" "Of course, no problem. I'll just text Simon we'll be in the car."

My car isn't parked far, but the walk is still kind of awkward since neither of us says anything. I get into the drivers seat, Janae into the passengers. I connect my phone to the aux and play some music. "So... wanna tell me what made you want to leave? I know the party sucked, but still." Janae is just sitting there, looking into the distance.

"So..." she starts. "You know I like Maeve, right?" I nod. "Yep. You two would look really cute together, if I may. Did something happen between you two?" I know Janaes had a crush on Maeve for ages, but she hasn't really done anything yet. Simon keeps trying to push her, but that'll never end well. "Well, I did find her. And Simon." "Where were they?" She's quiet again.

"Making out in one of the bedrooms." Now it's my turn to be quiet. "I just... didn't want to be there anymore." I turn my head to Jake's house. Janae turns to me after a minute of us sitting in silence. "Holy shit, you like Simon, don't you?" She asks. "And you only figured that out now." I reply, pulling my feet up on my seat and resting my head on my knees.

"Seems we both had our heats broken, huh?" She lightly pushes my shoulder. "Yeah..." Again, we sit in silence, both just processing things. Guess today is a shitty day for both of us. My phone then vibrates in my pocket. oow from Simon. "They'll be here soon." "Wish they wouldn't." Janae says as we both buckle our seatbelts and I start the car.

I can see them on their way, but they're taking their sweet time. So, I start honking. A lot. I open my window and start yelling like an angry mother. "You get in this car right this instant or I'm coming to get you myself!" Janae is dying of laughter beside me. I keep honking, and after rolling their eyes at me, they eventually hurry up.

Simon instinctively goes to the passenger door and opens it, almost not noticing Janae. "Not this time, fuckface." She proudly says with a shit-eating grin on her face. Simon stands there for a moment, offended to hell and back that he wasn't, like always, sitting passenger. "I don't fit back there, so get out." He retaliates. Janae scoffs. "You dick isn't that big, now go sit down or we're leaving without you."

He basically slams the door and reluctantly goes into the back. Maeve is just snickering from back where she's sitting behind me. He's pouting like a kid when I turn around to back out of my parking space. "Where do you wanna go now?" Maeve shrugs. "I don't really care, honestly." "And you, Simon?" I ask, but he just pouts and refuses to talk. "You're such a drama queen." I joke.

So I just drive for a bit. The entire time, nobody is saying anything. But it's not an awkward silence this time. In no time, we're at the beach. "The fuck are we at the beach for? We just came from a pool party." Simon, once again, complains. I park the car and we start to get out.

"Me and Janae planned on coming here anyways. If you don't want to be here, you can go home." I open my trunk and get out mine and Janae's stuff. "I don't have anything with me though!" He gets out of the car. "We were literally at a POOL party, Simon." "You know damn well I never planned on actually swimming." He crosses his hands infront of him.

"Sucks to suck." I smile back at him and me, Maeve and Janae go to get changed. "Even Maeve knew about this? Did you not tell me to make me look like an idiot?" "We went to a pool party, Simon, and unlike you I was actually planning on swimming atleast a little."

It only takes us a few minutes to get changed and ready. When we get back to the car, Simon is sitting on the hood, on his phone. I throw my towel at him, completely catching him off-guard. He yelps, pulls it off and looks at us.

"Since you're not joining us, could you be a sweetheart and set up our towels? We'd really appreciate it." Simon puts his phone in his pocket, stands up and walks over to me. "Now why would I do that?" "You got something better to do?" I ask back. "I do, actually." "Like what?" "It's actually none of your business, last time I checked." He smirks at me.

"Fine. We'll be in the water if you need us." Me and Janae walk away first, Maeve takes a few seconds before she follows us. For the next like 10 minutes we don't pay much attention to Simon. We just splash around, swimming, mess with eachother. Then, I get probably my best idea of the day.

I grab a bucket I brought. Yes, I brought a bucket to make sand castles, eventhough I'm in High School. Live with it. I fill it up with water and motion for Janae and Maeve to be quiet. I can see it in their faces that they know exactly what's about to happen. Luckily, we're sort of at an angle to Simon, so he doesn't notice me get closer. I do my best to step very slowly and quietly.

I get behind him. I raise the bucket. I turn it over. I do pay attention though to not get any on his phone, though I'm pretty sure it's probably waterproof. All of the water falls onto Simon. Janae and Maeve lose their minds and start laughing. They can see his face, I can only imagine his expression. He tries to shake some of the water off by flapping his arms. "What the fuck!" He curses and turns to look at me.

His eyes scream bloody murder. "I'm going to fucking kill you." He threatens. "Gotta catch me first." And right as I say that, we both start running. I, however, have an advantage. Eventhough I'm barely faster than Simon, I immediately jump into the water. Simon, stupidly, also jumps in, completely forgetting his previous statement about his clothes.

It takes him a moment to realize that now he's even more drenched. He goes quiet, just kind of staring up into the sky. "What was that about not having any stuff with you?" I ask. "I still don't." He complains and runs a hand through his hair. "Well, you got your underwear though. Unless you're commando right now." I say back.

He looks at me with anger on his face, then turns around and walks out of the water. "Oh come on, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to upset you! You just seemed bored and..." then I notice he's getting undressed. Janae immediately turns to me. "Not a word, Matthews" I whisper to her, she raises her hands up.

Since I'm looking at Janae, I don't notice Simon running at me again, tackling me into the water. "Fuck!" I yell out as we both go underwater. "Holy shit" Janae starts laughing. As we come back up, we're both gasping for air. "Fucking warn me next time!" I complain. "You didn't warn me either!" He complains, but then also starts laughing. It's then that I'm suddenly lifted out of the water and onto Janae's shoulders. "Fight us, then!" She yells at him. "Oh you two are on!" Maeve throws back.

So, Simon picks her up and we start 'fighting'. Everything is extremely wobbly and very un-serious. We're pushing at eachother, trying to topple eachother over. Simon tries to kick at Janae, but just ends up losing his balance, causing them both to fall over. "Ha ha!" Me and Janae tryumph.

"Real smart move, Simon." Janae rolls her eyes at him. Because of the adrenaline, I only now realize that I am absolutely freezing. "Okay, you can let me down now Janae." I shiver a little. She kneels down so I can climb off, but SImon just kind of yanks me down instead. "Oh come on! It was one bucket!" I complain. "This is actually payback for, what, a year's worth of torment?" He thinks for a second, but then holds a hand out for to to help me back up.

"I think we should go. It's getting cold." Maeve says. We all agree and start walking back to my car. "Shit." We hear from Simon. "My fucking clooothes" He whines, picking up his absolutely drenched clothes. "Guess you'll have to drive home like that. You can have a towel though to dry off, first. Else you'll get sick."

It was so that Simon ended up wrapped burroto style in the passenger seat of my car, heating on full blast, mine and Janae's jackets on him too. "You really are just a toddler today, huh?" I joke. "oh shut up." He rolls his eyes, but I can see him smile out of the corner of my eye. I drop him and maeve off first, since they live across the street from eachother.

Me and Janae drive back to my place, she's staying the night anyway. The drive from their street to mine is about a ten minute one, so I put on a playlist me and Janae always listen to when it's just us two. We made it together, and called it Love Sucks. It's got all of those classic songs about unrequited love, being in love, all that stuff. "Ya know, if we're not married by 30, we should just marry eachother." I say and look over at her. Janae laughs. "That's stupid." She rolls her eyes.

"Well..." I take a pause. "With the way things are going, it seems more than likely it'll end up that way." I hate that I'm saying that and that it's actually true. "Yeah..." We fall silent.

"Love fucking sucks."

"That it does"

oh my god I love how this turned out, I did not intend for it to be so long I'm sorry about that xD 1933 total words =0.o And I got done just in time because I gotta go to bed now xD I hope you enjoyed it, and feel free to send any suggestions my way for more OOUIL and Simon, Janae and Maeve content!

#oneshot #oouil #oouil tv show #one of us is lying #simon kelleher #janae matthews #maeve rojas #reader insert

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cyclone-rachel · 2 years

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thoughts on The Boys

season 3, episode 8

goddammit. that description though.

also, fuck. I’m so scared to watch this finale.

very worried for Ryan now.

I don’t believe that.

he sure does have super-hearing

wait, is that the same actor who played Ryan in season 2?

You don’t love anyone but yourself.

well don’t fucking kill her!

is that true?

I don’t think that’s going to happen

MY GIRL

YES

that sounds dangerous.

god, I love MM, he deserves the best

and I like MM and Frenchie interacting! It’s good!

Is it just me or does he have even more muscles now

thank you, Ashley

Oh. Oh.

The fuck, Billy

“cum-guzzler”, jesus

I do feel bad for A-Train. Even if he’s mostly a dick.

Oh dear

He definitely didn’t

Way to make Pizza Rolls tragic

Thank you for realizing that, Hughie.

Annie, don’t do that

Maaaaaaaeve

“It’s like you wear a neon sign that says “raw dog me, I’m a bottom” oh my god I love you so much

is LGB-teen a real thing

It would’ve, yes

Thank you, Kimiko

Awwwww

I know, right

good! good! good!

I love everyone in this room

What year was that?

You definitely don’t have a heart of gold

Probably still thought you were a disappointment.

Are you sure?

is he lying now

He sounds actually sad

YIKES

oh no

Kind of ruining the moment here

Go off, Frenchie

He does a lot of things in the shittiest way possible

Oh damn

DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE

What an asshole

is he going to kill them

Oh no

I think they’ll remember

I have a feeling he’s going to pick someone else

Sounds like a very dangerous plan

Hughie, don’t you dare

Maeve please be careful

I wouldn’t be opposed to that

nooooooo

Bet he loved saying that

where’s Maeve

YEAH

Please don’t die

Very smart

Fuck you, Ashley

MY GIRL

oh no oh no oh no

YEAH KIMIKO

mood

fucking brutal fights all around

Hughie don’t do it

YES

THAT’S MY GIRL

GOOD

Don’t kill her please

YEAH

Oh no

Be the hero, Maeve

Jesus christ

I mean, if she was gonna go, I’m glad it’s this way

Everyone’s bleeding tonight

Go where?

Oh nooooooo

BISEXUAL

wait I guess she’s dead? That sucks! No!

Guess that’s all he needs

Awww

If it’s Maeve I’m gonna die

Hell yeah

Thank god

Just go Rachel Duncan with it (either this eyepatch look or the artificial eye she gets later)

YES!

Modesto, where George Lucas was from?

I’m gonna cry

Ashley, don’t you dare

Good!

So is he dead?

Is he eating plastic

I love you, Annie

She’s with the Boys!

So where is Butcher?

Okay, hello

It’s Victoria. Of course. also they’re definitely going to call her “Vic the Veep” next season, calling it right now.

Oh fuck y’all

Nooooo

fuck that guy, for real

also poor Ryan, for having to see that

so I guess Homelander really can do whatever the fuck he wants

#papa don't look #the boys #the boys season 3 #the boys spoilers #rachel talks about stuff

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snelbz · 3 years

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Tempting the Fates {Chapter 3}

Summary: It’s the final semester of Aelin Galathynius’ collegiate career and she is so beyond ready to be done. Her schedule is packed full of nursing classes and labs designed to test her knowledge and hone her skills for the real world and her “big girl” job. However, she needs one last elective to graduate, so she decides to study a subject she’s always been fascinated by: Mythology. Who would have thought that a class about gods and goddesses living complicated lives would end up complicating her own in such an unexpected way?

Word Count: 2807

Chapters will be posted every Wednesday.

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Poseidon

– God of the seas, earthquakes, horses and tidal waves

Aelin had moved past hurt.

Now, she was just pissed.

It was nearly ten o'clock after her second day of classes and she sat cross legged on the couch with Lysandra in her apartment.

Her roommate had been a worthy rant partner thus far. She’d kicked Aedion out and supplied Aelin with an endless supply of alcohol.

“It’s official. I’m sitting in your Thursday class.”

Aelin groaned, taking a long drink from her wine glass. “Don't remind me that I have to go back there, please. The thought of sitting through an entire semester with him as my teacher… Oh, gods.”

Lysandra refilled Aelin’s glass.

“You’ve done the hookup thing before,” Lysandra said, shrugging as she took a drink from her own glass. “Just pretend this is one of those situations and he meant absolutely nothing.”

“That’s impossible, for two reasons,” Aelin said, adjusting the pillow she had squished between her legs. She held up a finger. “One, it’s not like the regular hookup situation where I might see him across campus or in a bar and we can pretend we don’t know each other. This is my professor we’re talking about.” She took a very large drink of her wine and held up another finger. “Secondly, it was supposed to be a hookup, but then he turned out to be perfect and I just…” She let her head fall back against the cushions. “Do you think I just want him because I can’t have him?”

“Maybe,” Lysandra admitted, but she hadn’t ever been in a situation like this. She and Aedion had been inseparable since high school. “What does your gut say?”

“I don’t know, they’re still in knots from where he rearranged them with his huge dick,” Aelin replied, draining her wine glass.

Lysandra nearly sprayed her wine across the couch, but she knew Aelin was well and truly drunk if she was talking like that.

“So, he still means something to you, then?” Lysandra asked. “Even after you found out he’s your professor, and also a little bit of a dick, apparently.”

Aelin shot her a look. “No, I’m drunk off my ass because he means nothing to me. Have you not been listening?”

Lysandra rolled her eyes. “Oh, I’ve been listening. But, after two hours things just start to blur together and not make sense.”

Aelin hit her roommate with her pillow.

Lysandra only laughed. “Maybe sit and think on it for a few days, yeah? Maybe it’s new and exciting and he’s hot as hell, but all that will fade if it meant nothing.”

Aelin nodded, slowly, fiddling with the stem of her wine glass. “And if it doesn’t fade? If it actually meant something?”

“If it actually meant something, then he won’t be forgetting about you any time soon, either,” Lysandra said, sipping from her glass.

She was still on glass #1.

Aelin had lost count of how many glasses she had drained so far.

“Doesn’t make it any easier now,” Aelin said, that hurt creeping its way back in. “You should’ve seen him, Lys. This morning, at his apartment, it was just…perfect. Then when he saw me in class, he was a completely different person.”

“Have you tried to see this from his perspective, Ace?” Lysandra asked, standing and heading into the kitchen. She handed Aelin a cold water bottle when she returned, falling back onto the couch next to her.

“Of course,” she snapped, opening the lid. “And I get it, it’s a big deal, but it’s not like I’m underage. I’m twenty-one, not sixteen. It’s not like he broke the law.”

“No, but I’m sure there’s a bylaw somewhere in his contract that says Don’t fuck your students,” Lysandra drawled, tucking her legs between her.

Aelin mumbled, “I bet it doesn’t say exactly that.”

“No, I’m sure it’s more along the line of inappropriate misconduct, but if we’re getting specific, it wouldn’t be hard for me to find an example,” she replied, leveling Aelin with a stare.

“Calm your pre-law ass down, I get it,” Aelin sighed, drinking from the water bottle. “His aunt is the president of the university. I wouldn’t want him to get into any trouble with her.”

Lysandra’s eyes softened. “He probably just got scared. I hear he’s a new professor. This must be his first year here. Hell, if he’s as young as you say, this must be his first year anywhere.”

Luck. He’d gotten the job purely out of luck, out of his connections to the university, and here Aelin was, jeopardizing his career as soon as it began.

“I’m being a bitch, aren’t I?” She asked, quietly, before draining her glass.

“You have the right to be hurt,” Lysandra said. “I’m not saying you don’t have that right, because I’d be hurt, too. But, I definitely think that this is complicated as hell.”

Aelin nodded, and took a drink of water before pouring the last of the wine into her glass. “We’re going to need another bottle of this, Lys.”

“I would just take you to the bar,” Lysandra said, “but I wouldn’t want to risk you fucking any of the other faculty.”

Aelin’s eyes snapped to hers.

Lysandra sucked in her lips to stop her grin. “Too soon?”

Aelin nudged her best friend, unable to stop her sputtering laughter. “Bitch.”

Lysandra caught her before she leaned back across the couch and held onto her shoulders, hugging her tightly. “I know this sucks, Ace, and I know you liked him. But just give it time. Either you’ll move on, which I can always help with, or something will happen. It’s not like you won’t be seeing him every other day.”

She sighed, resting her head on Lysandra's shoulder. “I know… I know.”

Lysandra reached for the remote, turning the television on. “What would make you feel better? Sappy love story, trashy reality tv, or a horror flick?”

“Trashy tv,” she decided, if for no other reason than it would be easy for her to block out while she still wallowed in her own misery.

Lysandra did as she was told, refilling Aelin’s glass again, and she thanked her best friend.

All the while, Aelin wondered how pissed Rowan was, or if he was feeling the same way she was.

A knock on Rowan’s door around nine-thirty had him closing his laptop and throwing it open. He groaned when he found Lorcan on the other side, walking back inside and leaving his best friend to let himself in.

“Alright, fill me in on Little Miss Perfect you took out last night. She was all you could talk about this morning, and then boom.” He sat down on the couch next to Rowan, noticing the half empty bottle of bourbon and looked at him. “Radio silence for the rest of the day.”

“I don’t wanna talk about it,” he muttered. “Shouldn’t you be going home to your girlfriend?”

“She’s out with Manon,” Lorcan said, blowing off the question. “I’m bored, so talk.”

Rowan sighed, pushing himself up to go into his kitchen. He came back a moment later, two glasses in hand. He supposed he couldn’t continue to drink out of the bottle with company.

After handing Lorcan a half-filled glass, Rowan said, “It’s just not going to work.”

“You decided that quickly,” Lorcan muttered, his eyes remaining locked on Rowan. “Did you google her after she left? Find something cringeworthy?”

Rowan sipped from his glass. “She’s just not who I thought she was, that’s all.”

Lorcan scoffed. “You’re being vague.”

Rowan shrugged. That seemed to be the only answer he was going to give him.

“So what?” Lorcan asked, crossing an ankle over his knee and swirling the contents of his glass. “She lied and you caught her?”

“No, she didn’t lie,” Rowan said, dragging a hand down his face. “But it can’t happen. So it won’t.”

Lorcan raised one dark eyebrow. “First you say won’t, now you say can’t.”

Rowan emptied his glass. “What about it?”

“Well, which one is it?” He asked, leaning back. “Those two have very different meanings.”

“It can’t and it won’t,” he replied, giving Lorcan a pointed look.

Lorcan snorted, but took a drink from his own glass. “You act like she’s one of your students.”

Rowan didn’t say a word. He only stared at his closed laptop.

It took Lorcan a few seconds to understand Rowan’s silence. And a few more before he figured out how to make his mouth work.

And when he did, he started laughing.

“Are you kidding me, Whitethorn?” He asked, clutching his stomach. “You fucked your student?”

“Fuck off,” Rowan muttered, refilling his glass.

Lorcan was hardly able to breathe. “It was your first day at your first big boy job, and you already found yourself in bed-.” His words faded away as his laughter consumed him.

“It’s not like she’s some freshman,” Rowan snapped. “She’s about to graduate. Twenty-one. I just…” Rowan groaned as his face fell into his hands. “Someone had recommended the bar to me and told me the faculty hung out there a lot. I just assumed she was one of them, since she was the one to suggest the place.”

“Hate to break it to you,” Lorcan continued, still laughing. “But, people in their twenties don’t often land jobs at renowned universities. You’re the exception.”

Rowan continued to drink.

“Alright, alright,” Lorcan continued, taking a deep breath. “You’re five years older than her, so what? I’m four years older than Elide. Once you both hit twenty, age is just a number.”

Rowan shot him a look. “She’s a student, Lor. Maeve will fire me in a heartbeat over any sort of misconduct. This…” He just shook his head. “This position is a once in a lifetime opportunity that I probably shouldn’t even have. I can’t ruin it.”

Lorcan knew full well how harsh Rowan’s aunt could be. Before she’d become president of a prestigious university, she’d been the dean at the boarding school he and Rowan had spent their adolescence at. “So either move on or be careful and don’t let her find out.”

Rowan blinked at his friend. He was being so casual about this, when Rowan was freaking out both inside and out, which had required a two hour gym session earlier to calm his nerves.

Lorcan sighed and set his glass down. “Look, I really don’t see the issue here. She isn’t using you to pass the class, right?”

The thought hadn’t even occurred to Rowan, but he remembered the look of pure and utter shock on her face when they’d seen each other in the classroom. “No, it’s a basic gen ed. Plus I really don’t think she’d ever do that.”

Lorcan nodded. “Right. There are much tougher classes she could try and sleep her way through.” At Rowan’s simmering look at his choice of words, Lorcan held up his hands in placation. “I’m just saying, make sure she’s actually doing her homework and studying for her and don’t let Maeve find out.”

Rowan hesitated, but when his lips opened, nothing came out.

He liked Aelin. He really, really liked Aelin. And, yeah, it had been much more than a hookup. When he’d woken up that morning next to her in bed, he felt a sense of peace and satisfaction that he hadn’t felt in a long, long time.

Then again, the way he’d snapped at her that morning, knowing that she had only said what she had out of anger - even if she had been correct - would be difficult to come back from.

Rowan had completely shattered her. He saw it in her eyes before she left.

“I don’t know,” Rowan said, at last.

Lorcan groaned before pounding back his drink and pouring himself another. “You’re always going to be the one to stand in the way of your own happiness, Whitethorn.”

He refrained from saying anything. Lorcan had always been the one to hop from girl to girl, while he had always been the one in a committed relationship. After his last relationship had…ended, he hadn’t wanted anyone for a while.

Aelin was the first spark he’d felt since.

“You’re into her,” Lorcan said, staring up at the ceiling to avoid any sort of eye contact while he said something nice. “I can tell. And, if you don’t go for it, you’re going to regret it.”

Rowan knew he was right.

Of course, he was right.

And yet, this job was the first job he had been granted in his field since graduating three years prior with his degree in mythology. Yeah, he may have gotten it because of Maeve, but that didn’t make it any less important to him.

He had the chance to get students excited about something he loved, something he was passionate about.

“Go home to your woman or shut up and turn on the TV,” Rowan muttered, downing the contents in his glass.

Lorcan only snorted and grabbed the remote, fulfilling Rowan’s wishes.

Aelin awoke the next morning with a slight headache and the same dull ache in her chest.

Knowing she needed to move, workout the bad vibes, she tossed up her hair and put on her workout wear before jogging to the gym.

She was still regretting signing up for even one eight am classes, and was thankful her Friday’s were free. She was looking forward to some much needed sleep, which was a lost cause right now.

When she was packing her gym bag, she decided to go straight to class after a quick shower, so she tossed it into a locker after she arrived, locked it up, and put her ear buds in.

The gym was still pretty empty this early, since it wasn’t even eight yet, and most people were too focused on their own workouts to pay attention to those surrounding them. Aelin was grateful for the distraction the gym would provide, and for the physical outlet, as well.

She was just finishing up a mile run on the treadmills when she felt eyes on her. She could tell she was being watched, but didn’t want to look around. Whether it was someone ogling her from across the room or someone from one of her classes, she wasn’t in the mood to make small talk and made her way over to the machines, starting on her legs first. She cranked her music up and kept an eye on the time on her watch.

When there was about forty-five minutes before her first class, she put the free weights she’d been using back in their home and turned to head to the locker room for a much needed shower.

And found who had been watching her during her workout.

Green eyes bored into her own and Aelin felt a blush rising in her cheeks that had nothing to do with the amount of energy she’d exerted this early in the morning.

Ignoring the voice inside of her head, Aelin stopped in front of Rowan, and nodded. “Hey.”

“Hey,” he said, wiping the sweat from his brow. His t-shirt clung to him, and it was a fact that Aelin could not ignore.

“I was just going to get ready for class,” she said. “Excuse me.”

She swept past him, but his voice pulled her up short. “Aelin.”

She stilled, and slowly turned around to meet his gaze.

“About yesterday,” he began, rubbing the back of his neck. Aelin found the gesture somewhat charming, although she wouldn’t admit it. “I’m sorry. I…didn’t handle the situation right. It all took me by surprise and I reacted poorly. I’m sorry.”

“S’okay,” she said, looking away from him, down at her feet. “I said some things I didn’t mean. I’m…not proud of it.”

He shook his head. “Let’s just…pretend all of it didn’t happen, yeah?”

She swallowed roughly. “All of it?”

Rowan sighed. “Just because we apologized doesn’t change anything, Aelin. You’re still my student.”

She nodded, not looking at him. “Right. No. I get it. I have to get ready for class.”

Making to slip around him, she got two steps away before his hand wrapped around her wrist. “Aelin, I’m… I’m sorry. I wish it wasn’t— I wish it didn’t have to be this way.”

Daring to take a chance by looking back at him, it nearly destroyed what was left of her when she saw the sincerity in his eyes. “But wishing doesn’t change anything, does it?” Aelin pulled her wrist free. “I’ll see you in class tomorrow.”

Rowan said nothing, but she saw that her shot landed in his eyes.

She shook it off, though, hurrying away, toward the showers.

Aelin knew one thing was for certain: no matter how much she cared for Rowan Whitethorn, there would never be anything between them.

Even if she wanted there to be.

#snacmc ttf #tempting the fates #rowaelin ttf #snacmc collab #throne of glass #rowan whitethorn #aelin galythinius

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granolybary · 3 years

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self care is going through the "adam groff deserved better" tag

i ❤️ u bby

now i'm gonna go on a little rant because eric is pissing me off through out this whole season (WHICH SUCKS BECAUSE HE WAS GREAT BEFORE) and adam really should've gotten a more supportive partner

SERIOUSLY, where the writers on crack?? sure, this season was great but compared to season 1, TO SEASON TWO?? it was basically crap.

first, the picnic scene, wtf eric. his first instinct was to get mad at adam for not wanting to have sex with him?? sure, he's still a teen and he can make mistakes, but its resolved with ADAM the only one apologizing???? eric didn't even apologize for jumping to conclusions or not being patient, especially since he knows that adam had such a hard time coming to terms with his identity??

MY GOD, IT WAS SO GROSS. the second point was eric getting angry at adam for not telling his mom they're together. it was a really weird choice to have their relationship take, considering everyone else knows, so why is eric angry that he hasn't specifically told his mother??

if his concern was wanting to not hid (which was his character arc for the season) it was already being met because adam was okay with their relationship being public (THAT WAS LITERALLY HIS ARC IN SEASON 2). he just wasn't ready to tell his mother because he feared she'd reject him. once again, adam was the one made to apologize...🤨 but did he even do something wrong because it was clear that eric already know he wasn't telling his mother.

next, just generally this whole season, adam had made such an effort to go outside his comfort zones to fit what eric wanted of him - ex: bonding with ruby and otis, being more open in his communication, letting eric do his makeup, etc - while eric just kept pushing him and not really accepting his "flaws". its total bullshit.

ugh, i don't even know what i want for adam's relationships for the next season. it's clear that the show is aiming to have adam and eric be endgame, and are probably gonna drag it out despite their issues, just like they're doing with maeve and otis (despite ruby being a better fit for him).

it just upsets me. to clarify: i don't hate eric, i just didn't like him this season whenever he behaved like a dick. this relationship doesn't work, and it's not because adam can't be "open" in the way eric wants, despite what this show might tell you.

eric wants someone who's like him, someone extroverted and VERY loud and proud about their identity - something adam clearly isn't. adam is clearly very introverted and... shy in a way? him not being loud about his identity doesn't make him less bisexual.

he needs someone patient and understanding to support him, while still making sure he's improving.

eric doesn't really do any of that tho.

he's not understanding or patient to adam's struggles to accept himself and communicate, because he still carries distrust him, which shows in the way he always jumps down his throat whenever adam does anything remotely "bad" (aka, something eric doesn't approve of). all the ways he makes adam "change" is what he wants for him.

maybe he'd grown into being more considerate, but i wouldn't put my hopes up since it seems that show doesn't think the way he acted was bad.

i hope season 4 introduces a new love interest for adam 🥺 pls. a boy or a girl would work (although having him be with a girl would be interesting, since i haven't seen a lot of straight-passing relationship) plus it could explore biphobia...

i don't hate the idea of him with rahim (who i liked in the moments we saw him, especially him standing up to hope for adam) but who knows?

#sex education season 3 #sex education #eric wtf were u on this season #adam groff deserves better #adam groff #that picnic scene was fcking ridiculous #rant #was season 3 good? don't know #adam groff deserved better

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bitchybutcher · 3 years

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Texts I sent a friend the first time I watched The Boys, Season 1:

- HERE WE GOOOOOOO

- Butcher has said approximately 5 words

- I’m already dead

- I should not be this turned on by such a fuckin maniac

- Oh ok so Homelander digs a mommy domme

- Ok no but Annie needs a hug. She needs to be protected at all costs

- Why is Hughie only hot covered in blood?

- Deep needs to choke on a bag of dicks but also he’s an insecure baby who wants to feel important

- I love Frenchie. I have nothing else to say about him I just love him

- Butcher needs to stop saying things. Every time he opens his gob the fanny flutters get worse

- I like this Mister Milk guy

- Oh ffs Homelander is legit jealous of a baby

- This subby bastard needs to go on fetlife or the femdom subreddit and get himself an actual mommy domme

- Poor Hughie in the middle of this domestic between Frenchie and the Milk guy

- FUCK Butchers chest looks good in this episodes shirt

- Frenchie you perv no of course no cameras in toilets

- OH his name is Mothers Milk not Mister Milk

- The Maeve actress looks really familiar imma have to google to find out what else I’ve seen her in

- Ohhhh Homelander is insane insane

- I mean he’s pretty, and he’s hilarious, but WOW

- He’s a lil off on the crazy/hot scale

- WHY ARE THEY WATCHING ATRAIN GET HIS TOES SUCKED

- WHY ARE THEY WATCHING

- Ohhhh no Atrain is a using BASTARD GIRL BEAT HIS ASS

- Welp imma be listening to Butcher say “we’ve gotta get some” on a loop for days

- Maeve is so sick of Homelanders shit

- Yup I’m shipping Hughie and Annie hard. They’re so adorable and they both really just need a hug

- WHY DO THEY KEEP WATCHING THIS DRUG WOMAN DOING SEX THINGS

- Well episode 4 is officially my favourite:

He said my name

He sleeps nude

BUTCHER BUM

- Oh ok so Deep is actually just a soft baby

- He’s in therapy omg

- He needs a hug

- HIS NAME IS KEVIN

- And he loves dolphins and he’s lonely oh man why am I feeling bad for this douche he assaulted Annie

- Hughies phone beeps and immediately the guys are like “he got texted by a girl, look at his face, has to be”

- Oh Frenchie is a subby boi too apparently

- WHY ARE THERE SO MANY SUBBIES IN THIS SHOW I WANNA HUG THEM ALL

- Kevin and his soft spot for dolphins is melting my heart this kid just wants to do good things and he really needs a cuddle

- They’re on a bowling date oh my god they’re too precious

- KEVIN STOLE A DOLPHIN IN A VAN

- KEVIN IS HAVING A BREAKDOWN AND ALSO GETTING ARRESTED

- Oh dude I’m such a slut for Butcher this isn’t even funny

- Homelander is insane and I adore that but also I’m LIVING for Maeve’s facial expressions when he’s on his bullshit

- Frenchie is such a sweetheart with his lil home cooked meal and setting her cutlery properly

- I feel bad for the female

- Why does Hughie only have one jacket

- Oh boy the Jesus nutters festival

- Ngl the stretch Armstrong fella is kinda attractive

- “You’ve done a murder, comparatively speaking, blackmail is a piece of cake”

- Girl help I’m in love with a fictional unhinged angel muffin

- I WANNA KNOW WHO’S BEHIND THE FLY THAT KEEPS BUZZING AROUND THEM TOO CLOSELY

- Shapeshifter? Some kind of Antman type person??

- More importantly how do I find a genie to make Butcher real cause no joke I love him

- Oop Toni’s kiwi accent slipped out when he said mayonnaise

- Homelander is the neediest little subby bitch boi I swear to fuckin god

- HUGHIE WITH THE GAY BLACKMAIL

- Ooooo something shady with Becca…tenner bets it’s something to do with Homelander somehow

- OH SHIT IS MAEVE A LESBIAN

- Ok so I adore Kevin the Deep. He’s comfort eating junk food and looks like he’s been crying cause of the dolphin

- Aww Annie standing up for herself

- OH NO SHE’S CALLING OUT SAD KEVIN THE DOLPHIN SQUASHER

- Oh wait no ok she didn’t actually say who it was

- I don’t know why I feel protective over Sad Kevin but he’s so sad and he’s so bad at doing good but he’s trying and dear lord he needs a cuddle

- Hughie clapping Annie after she basically told them all to fuck off 😂

- THEY’RE TURNING BABIES INTO SUPERS

- LASER EYE BABY

- ANNIE AND HUGHIE FINALLY GOT TO HUG

- Butcher just weaponised a baby. What. Like it was a little gun

- Homelander is NOT getting horny cause Stillwell called him a bad boy and started mommying him OMFG

- And now she’s calling him her good boy with her shirt open

- Subby boi and his mommy domme I FUCKING CALLED IT FROM THEIR FIRST SCENE

- CRAZY SILENT LADY IS A WOLVERINE WHAT

- Bitch got gutted then just like eh no big lemme just knit my internal organs back together

- YES ANNIE TELL STILLWELL WHERE TO STICK HER SHIT

- Awww Kevin tryna do good again he’s so cute

- A DUDE GOT HIS DICK FROZEN OFF WHAT THE FUCK

- Kevin is so bad on camera oh dear

- He’s trying to apologise and he’s so bad at this

- Who and what the fuck is Black Noir

- IT’S THE I SEE DEAD PEOPLE GUY. HE’S THE MIND READER PERSON THAT’S AMAZING

- Awwwwwww lil baby Homelander

- They need to stop making me feel fuzzy over dickheads

- Kimiko trusts Frenchie this is precious

- Jamming out to the end credits song is one of the best parts tbh, the soundtrack is boss

- I feel so bad for Kevin

- He’s been exiled to Ohio and he’s sad

- They didn’t even give him a plushie dolphin to cuddle

- I’m rooting so hard for Hughie and Annie, this had better work out for them

- WHAT THE FUCK IS SHE DOING TO KEVIN

- GILLS AREN’T FOR FINGERING

- Oh what I’d give to have Butcher stalking menacingly after me in a train station

- Sixth sense guy doesn’t know how lucky he is getting cornered in a bathroom stall by the hottest psychopath on tv

- Yeah I’d let him smash me on a sink any day

- Oh no not more Sad Kevin

- Traumatised baby needs someone to mind him

- BUTCHER SHOT ANNIE?!?!?!?

- Oh god Homelander in Syria this can’t be good

- BOBBY FROM SUPERNATURAL????

- Aaaaaand more Sad Kevin

- Yeah I shouldn’t be surprised that he’s doing the full breakdown shave

- Oh no sad Annie

- Atrain is gonna do himself an injury

- Black Noir is hilarious even though they don’t say anything and have no face

- Soooo he admits to creating supervillains behind her back, and she tops him? As reward??

- This bish does remember what happened to Becca, right? Demon spawn clawing out of her

- Frenchie and MM bonding in captivity 🥰

- Ooooh conflicting stories re Homelanders baby

- Not Hughie going in all badass and immediately getting creamed 😂

- The retainer! Hughie is a genius

- I mean he’s a dumbass

- But so smart

- Hughie: *firing machine gun* I’M SORRY I’M SO SORRY

- YES ANNIE!!

- SAVE YOUR SOFT DUMB DUMB BOYFRIEND AND HIS BUDDIES

- Uh oh

- Roided up Atrain

- Oop heart attack

- Oh fuck he melted her face

- OH SHIIIIIIT

- Butchers hurt little face nooo

- Oh ok season 1 is over

- …it’s 5am

- Aaaaand I can see daylight

- I’m very tempted to just pull an all-nighter and watch season 2

- But bed also sounds nice

- I think bed

- Dream of Butcher

#theboys #theboystv #theboysmemes #theboystextposts #yes this is insane I know #it was the middle of the night ok #don't judge me pls #literally the only thing I knew before watching was that Karl Urban plays Butcher #yes I feel bad for my friend waking up to all that #but she thought it was funny #I'm a shameless ho for Billy Butcher #season 2 is coming next

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anunvalidcritic · 5 years

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The Boys: SN1.5

(DISCLAIMER: MY OPINION IS MY OWN AND CAN BE DEEMED INVALID TO THOSE WHO DON’T CARE FOR IT.)

Let’s see if there’s anymore freaky deeky stuff going on in this episode.

GOOD FOR THE SOUL

Only time will tell how this episode goes tonight.

Aye, we’re in Havana, Cuba ladies and gentlemen!

This music really has me vibin’

There’s no goddamn way STILLWELL said it was okay when you give her an ultimatum like that.

dang know she’s really digging her own grave for herself

Honestly, it was sad to see her go like that... RIP

It’s insane how HOMELANDER makes everyone feel as though the air is being sucked out of the room when he’s around.

That’s some tense shit my dude.

FRENCHIE made THE FEMALE a full home-cooked meal IF THAT AIN’T LOVE THEN I DON’T KNOW WHAT IS!!!

HER WINGS ARE BEAUTIFUL!!!

Finally, they have STARLIGHT back in her original costume.

How are you gonna ask someone how their flight is then cut them off by telling someone else something??? huh? Please help me understand the fuckery that ASHLEY is spewing?

EZEKIEL looks horrible.

“The security is tighter than a choir boy’s asshole.” - BUTCHER

ICONIC DIALOGUE

“Jesus! This is from that club you took me to?” - HUGHIE

“You remembered our first night together I’m touched.” - BUTCHER

HOMELANDER knows he could’ve saved everyone... this dude is really twisted.

Back to STARLIGHT

First of all, why are these kids asking her these dumb ass questions? If your friend is of another religion then you should respect that and not try to convert her to Christianity.

Second of all, the boy who asked her if she had a boyfriend is CLEARLY gonna be jackin’ off to the thought of her tonight AM I RIGHT?!?!.... that was extremely inappropriate... sorry...

Who tf is DRUMMER BOY??

If this is a joke then I don’t like it.

Third of all, who does this little bitch think she is asking STARLIGHT if she lost her virginity.

DONNA (ANNIE’s MOTHER) ain’t shit either.

This motherfucker really just landed down where STILLWELL is just to talk about this fucking speech. SMDH

“What you’re gonna run off and play strong single mom? Please, that baby is an accessory.” - HOMELANDER

...“We need to have boundaries.” - STILLWELL

Honestly, I’m surprised she didn’t want to give birth to a supe.

BUTCHER has rolled up at some woman’s house talkin’ about how he’s come across something.

SISTER-IN-LAW?!?

“Would you like some tea I got the English stuff?”

Side note: This cast was pretty good for the sisters. They look pretty similar.

“You got the right to remain silent bitch!” - POPCLAW

THE FUCKING TEDDY BEAR!!!!

OH, SHIT!!!! THEIR COVER IS BLOWN!!!!

Damn FRENCHIE has a lot of shit going on.

HOMELANDER is nosey af.

HUGHIE better not let HOMELANDER touch him.

I hope he took his phone out...

“Your blood pressure is 150 over 90 that’s a little high.” - HOMELANDER

LOL he knew HOMELANDER was gonna hold him down there!

AH FUCK HIS PHONE!!!

“You fucked me... yeah in a private supe club. You know the one on east 29th, secret lair I think it’s called... there was 3 of us coiled up, and you wrapped your stretchy arms around me and it was so fuckin’ hot; and your dick was so perfect and long stretchy and you played my butt like jazz with poise and skill and willingness to improvise.” - HUGHIE

“I have a video! I have a video of us suckin’ and fuckin’!” - HUGHIE

why do they always ask if they want money??

BUTCHER really fucked up that tombstone.

Here goes HOMELANDER fucking things up AGAIN.

I’m not gonna lie the way he floated in the air was lowkey kinda scary.

Who is this female that MAEVE is talking 2?

MAEVE’s an alcoholic?

Is she a lesbian??

Her name is LENA.

“Go back to HOMELANDER?”- LENA

Maybe she’s bisexual??/ What is MAEVE’s facade?

DAMN WELL THEIR DONE

So they're just walking through the hospital like it’s nothing. Damn people really don’t watch over anything these days.

DONNA please stfu

Ofc FRENCHIE is going to let THE FEMALE go.

I feel like STARLIGHT isn’t going to go through with the speech...

“if you have sex before marriage is not immoral it’s human. What’s not human is the guy who shoved his dick in my face.” - STARLIGHT

THE DEEP lookin’ real sick!!!

“I’m done pretending and I’m done taking any more shit.” - STARLIGHT

wow HUGHIE was really the only one clapping lol

THEY’RE MAKING SUPE BABIES!!

HUGHIE this is not the moment to be talking about Billy Joel at MSG.

go off STARLIGHT because he’s lowkey (well highkey) using you

These guys are just wasting bullets.

OH SHIT THE BABY!!!!!!!

“Now you keep your nose clean sunshine or I'll come back and stomp ya.” - BUTCHER

Didn’t this bitch just tell HOMELANDER that they needed boundaries but then she goes and pulls this shit?!?!

FRENCHIE’s on the move...

THE FEMALE’s got his back!!!

BLACK NOIR IS ONE BAD MOTHERFUCKER GOOOOODDDDDDDAMN!!!!!!!! JESUS FUCKIN’ CHRIST! HE DIDN’T HAve to CUT her LIKE that!!!!!

I was starting to like THE FEMALE they didn’t have to kill h... THIS BITCH IS LIKE WOLVERINE!!!!!!!!!!!

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This episode had me rollin’ I really am obsessed with this show!

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thedeviltohisangel · 5 years

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Headlights On The Highway//Prologue

In the 1970s, Michael Langdon owns premiere nightclub, The Cooperative. He disposes of employees as quickly as he hires them with the help of his newly minted Madame whom he has taken under his wing to be the Queen of his Hell. Forces are on the rise against him and only time can tell who will reign Supreme.

mention of choking and murder.

masterlist in bio!

let me know what you guys think of this and if I should continue!

“I need you to do me a favor.” Violet turned from where she was shrugging on her robe at the end of his bed to watch him blow out smoke from the latest drag of his cigarette.

“What on earth is is that you could need from me?” Michael beckoned her closer with a gentle curl of his finger. Her knee landed back onto his bed and she crawled towards him, in just the way he liked so he got the perfect view of her breasts down her robe.

“I’m afraid the new dancer, Aria, just isn’t going to cut it. I’ll need you to take care of her.” She sat back on her knees and plucked the cigarette from his grasp and brought it to her own lips. Thoughtfully, she pulled the smoke into her mouth and released it with a content sigh.

“On one condition,” she bargained with a purse of her glossy, red lips. His hand was around her throat in an instant, her body pressed back against the fur comforter and his face mere centimeters from her own.

“Do you forget your place, Miss Violet? Do I have to remind you what happens to the whores I employ that outlive their usefulness?”

“No, sir.” Michael wasn’t in the mood for her comebacks. Many days he was and that was why he had allowed the woman to come around more often than he did the rest of the girls. Her intellect amused him as much as her body aroused him. A single fingertip of his traced up her arm, shivers weaving through her at his gentle touch, taking the cigarette from between her fingers and bringing back to his lips and he raised himself off of her.

“You know, Violet, we have enjoyed quite the time together. It’d be a shame for you to ruin it with your insolence.” Michael removed himself from the bed completely and strolling into his bathroom. Violet took a single moment to catch her breath and will herself back to normal before she took his exit as her cue to do so as well. She grabbed her jeans from where Michael had discarded them on his velour chairs and made her way out of his room and towards her down the hall. He had asked her to move in only a few weeks ago with the admission that he was as addicted to her pussy as he was coke and needed to have it as an option at all times. She wasn’t stupid enough to think she was the only pussy Michael was filling or the only mouth sucking his dick but she was the only one who had been elevated to the status of living in his home. It also meant she took on certain duties that being within his inner circle required. Such as disciplining, or disposing of, the help.

“Maeve? Will you come here a moment?” Violet sat at her vanity and gently began powdering at the hand print around her neck. She couldn’t let anyone beneath her see that there were ever rocky moments in her relationship with Michael. If he was to remain atop his empire, then she had to make sure the foundation didn’t crack beneath him.

“Yes, Miss Violet?”

“He has requested Aria be removed from the Cooperative. May you make the necessary preparations?” Violet had half a mind to snap the girls neck as she zeroed in on her throat, dragging her eyes up the tear tracks before finally looking at her.

“Yes, Madame.”

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Violet sat in the chair normally reserved for Michael that overlooked all of the Cooperative nightclub. Her heart ached a little as she watched the poor girl, Aria, be dragged into the middle of the dance floor. She looked up at Violet, silently pleading for her to spare her. Violet stood gracefully and did her best to look the victim in the eye. Michael had always chastised her for being too weak to look them in the eye before she killed them. She turned her back and the men holding the girl’s arms took that as their signal and then she was gone.

“I knew you had it in you.” The slow sounds of Michael clapping emerged from the dark corner of the balcony. “My ruthless Madame.”

“I will do whatever you ask of me, Michael.”

“Oh, I know, my lamb. I know.”