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sp0o0kylights · 10 months

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Part One / Part Two (You are Here) / Part Three

A03

Hopper had undersold Harrington's condition.

Wayne hadn't expected anything pretty, but the face that turned to them as they walked through the door almost had him freezing in place.

Black eye, bruised chin, split lip.

More and more bruises, some faded and some very new, trailing down the kids neck.

The rest was hidden by his preppy little polo shirt, but Wayne didn't doubt that there were more.

Harrington tried to stand when they entered the room and the way he moved--entirely unbalanced, clearly in a lot of pain--made Wayne think the only thing the kid really needed was a hospital.

Because Steve Harrington hadn't just been beaten.

He'd been tortured--and very recently strangled.

(Abruptly, Wayne realized that Hopper had implied the boy had been in the mall fire--just as much as he implied the mall fire was anything but.

He also hadn't stated how Harrington had escaped the Suites trying to break into his house.)

"Sit down." Hopper commanded, and Wayne expected Harrington to do anything but listen.

Say something cocky, or act the part of a demanding little shit maybe, despite the condition he was in.

Instead the kid just sighed in relief and dropped like a stone, right back into the chair.

Hopper came around his desk, talking all the while. "Steve, this is Wayne. Wayne, Steve."

"Hello Sir." Steve croaked politely. His voice was wrecked, no doubt from the necklace of finger shaped bruises around his neck.

"You're going to stay with him for a while, and you're gonna pay him for the privilege." Hopper informed him, as he began digging around his desk. "Money, chores, whatever Wayne wants."

Wayne held his gaze as Steve turned to appraise him.

Would Harrington pitch a fit?

Would he look at Wayne's work clothes, streaked with dirt and sweat, with the name of the warehouse embroidered in the corner and crinkle up his nose, just like his daddy did?

Hopper didn't lie, but a part of Wayne wanted to see just how different this Harrington was. If the respectful demeanor was an act done for Hopper.

Or perhaps, Hopper had mentioned Steve's father for a reason, instead of his mother. Did he adopt her ice-like approach to life?

Micro managing and long-held grudges were Stella Harrington’s game, and she excelled at it.

Steve however, did nothing of the sort, instead settling with the situation in a way that reminded Wayne far too strongly of the men and women who'd come home from war.

"Okay." The kid said simply, after a long moment of consideration. He turned back to Hopper. "But we need to tell the rest of the Par--"

Here he cut a look back to Wayne, correcting himself. "the kids. I don't want them showing up at my house trying to find me and freaking out."

"They wouldn't--" Jim paused, fingers freezing from the rummaging they'd been doing. "they absolutely would, goddammit." He muttered darkly.

"I'll tell the kids. The only thing I want you doing right now is laying low. I need to get a hold of Owens, but it's gonna take time to do that, and more time to fix this, so as of right now, Harrington? You're on vacation." He pointed sternly, as if Steve might argue.

The kid looked too tired and messed up to bother trying.

"I mean it. You're out of the country, where is anybody's guess. No one's seen you and no one better be seeing you, got it?" His voice held firm, and Wayne had to blink because the tone here wasn't one of a police chief warning a teenager--but of a father talking to his son.

He knew, because his own voice did that now. Took on a worried tone that masqueraded as something more like annoyance and seriousness.

"Yes, Sir." Harrington said, remaining weirdly compliant. "Consider me gone."

A hand came up to briefly press above one eye, and Wayne wondered if the kid had been looked over, or if they had just crammed him into Hopper's office without offering so much as a tissue box.

How many painkillers did they have back at the house? Wayne usually kept a good bottle around, but Steve was going to need more than that…

He found himself once again cataloging Steve's wounds, this time comparing them to the medicine cabinet he had at home.

"I expect you to be a damn good house guest, you hear me?" Hopper continued, trying to cut a menacing figure. He finally found what he was looking for; pulling out a large, padded envelope.

He handed it over to Harrington, who took it without looking, shoving it into the duffle bag he'd had sitting at his feet.

There was a smudge of red on the handle of said bag, that matched perfectly up to a shittily done wrap on Steve's right hand.

Wayne mentally added 'buy more bandages' to his list.

Steve nodded at Hopper again. "Yes, Sir."

Jim’s eyes narrowed. "Quite that, you know I hate that."

The briefest glimmer of mischief crossed Harrington's face. "Sorry, Sir. Won't happen again, Sir."

'Ahh.' Wayne thought. 'So there's a teenager in there after all.'

Jim rolled his eyes. "Get out of my office."

"Thanks Hop." Harrington said, finally dropping that odd obedience, a hint of a smile on his battered face.

He stood, and Wayne had to stop himself from offering an arm out as Steve reached for his bag and limped towards him.

He paused right before he left Hopper's office, hand on the doorframe.

"You'll check up on Robin too, right?" He asked, and for the first time his tone took on something more alive--and filled with worry. "And Dustin? Erica?"

"Dustin and his mom are finally taking me up on my suggestion to see their family in Florida for a while, and the Sinclairs are taking a sabbatical from Hawkins. I'm working on the Buckley's." Hopper drummed his fingers on the desk. "So far, no one else besides you and El have been targeted, and we're going to keep it that way."

Steve let out a breath, and while Wayne could tell the worry hadn't left him, he could almost physically see Steve force himself to put it away.

Another act that was far beyond the kid's years.

A different officer popped up as they walked down the hall towards the exit, waving his hand madly. "Harrington! Chief says you forgot this!" He barked.

(Or tried to anyway. Callahan wasn’t the most aggressive of officers and frankly, never would be.)

A slim sports bag was held in his hands, and Steve nearly tripped over his own feet when he tried to turn and claim it.

"I'll get it." Wayne said, knowing his tone sounded gruff.

No use for it. He could either sound gruff or sound sad, and Wayne knew better than to start off the relationship with yet another hurt young man by acting sad.

Pity wasn't gonna win him any favors here.

He took the bag, slinging it over his shoulder, uncaring of the wince on Harrington's face until something sharp poked at his shoulder.

Several somethings, in fact.

"What the hell do you got in this thing?" He asked once they hit the parking lot, voice low as he escorted Steve to his truck.

"Just a baseball bat, sir." Steve said, in the exact same tone Eddie used every time he thought he was bein’ slick.

Considering the thing in the bag could have passed for a baseball bat if not for the sharp pokey bits, it wasn’t a bad attempt. Steve just hadn’t accounted for the fact that Wayne lived with Eddie.

An unfair advantage, really.

‘Least there can’t be any baby racoons in the damn bag.’ Wayne thought idly.

Went on to gently put the bat in the backseat, watching as the kid struggled to lift himself into the truck.

"You can drop that, I take too being called Sir about as well as Hop does." He said, keeping his tone nice and calm, hoping to ease into calling Steve out on his lie.

Fussed with a few dials on the stereo, giving Steve an excuse to take his time before starting the engine and taking the long way home.

Wayne wanted to talk a little-- without the chance of Ed’s interrupting.

"Son,” He started off. “I was born in the morning, but not this morning. I'm hoping to make the next few weeks as easy as I can for both of us, and I can't do that if you're starting off with a lie."

Steve blinked, turning to face him in a matter that was too fast for his injuries. He didn't bother hiding the hurt it caused him, but his voice stayed even as he spoke.

"What do you mean Si--Wayne."

"Nice catch.” Wayne said. “We’ll get you there yet.”

It was a trick he'd learned with Eddie--little tidbits of praise went a long way when it came to gaining trust.

Especially with kids who hadn't ever been given much.

Harrington seemed smart to it, or perhaps was just hesitant to speak in general because he remained quiet, not offering up any info. No further lies, but nothing towards the truth, neither.

Which was fine. Wayne didn’t think a little pushing would hurt.

"That bat of yours was digging into my shoulder like a bee swarm." Wayne continued, when it became clear Steve wasn't talking. "I'm more a fan of football than baseball, but last I checked they hadn't changed the design of a bat."

"What teams?" Steve asked, perking up a touch. "Of football. Which ones are yours?"

Wayne could ignore it of course, or demand Steve give him an answer to the question he asked.

He did neither. "I’m liking the Colts since they got moved here. You?"

"Green Bay Packers, though I like the Colts too--that trade in 84’ was crazy." Steve said. After a second he proved that answering instead of pushing was the right move because he added; "What did Hopper tell you? About…" He trailed off, making a gesture Wayne didn't bother trying to interpret.

"He said some things. I've guessed a few others." Wayne admitted. Cut a little look out of the corner of his eye as he came to a stop sign. "I know the feds are real interested in you after Starcourt."

Steve took that in, hands tightening on the handle.

"It really is a baseball bat." He said, a little fast and with the tiniest hint of that challenge Wayne had been looking for. "It just also has nails hammered into one end."

Wayne took that in with one nice, slow blink.

"A bat with nails in it." He said, and it made a hell of a lot of sense compared to the sensation he'd felt carrying the case. "You use it against anyone?"

"Some of the feds." Steve admitted, and even with his eyes on the road Wayne could tell he was being stared at.

Judged.

Not in the way one expected a rich kid to judge, but in the way Eddie had, those first few months he'd lived here. The times when he'd push, just a little, to see what Wayne's reaction would be.

Eddie hadn't done it in a damn long time, but Wayne recognized the behavior nonetheless.

"Anybody else?" He asked.

"Nobody human." Steve replied.

"Alright." Wayne said, and made a mental note to drop all questions related to that.

He didn't need to know, definitely didn't want to know, and had a feeling if he did know he'd find himself being watched by the same spooks after Steve.

"I've got a few deck boxes that lock on my porch. Think you'd be agreeable to leaving the bat in one?"

Steve paused, hand clenching tighter around the strap of his duffel bag. "If you gave me a key so I could get it in an emergency, I'd be happy to."

He tried to sound calm, even a little charming in that sort of upper-class businessman sort of way, but the fear bled through.

The kid wasn't happy separating from the bat, and given it sounded like it might have saved his life recently, Wayne understood the hesitation.

With an internal apology to Eddie, he promptly threw his nephew under the proverbial bus. "I've got my nephew at home and he'd be far too interested in it, is all. Blades and weapons and such tend to attract him, and I don't need to be rushing anyone to the ER."

All of which were very true facts (one Wayne learned the time he'd allowed Eddie to bring a sword home, only for him to nearly cut his own nose off winging the thing around) but he figured it might make Steve more amenable to separating from it.

Sure enough, some of the tenseness bled out of Steve's shoulders. "Yeah that's fair."

The truck hit a few potholes as they finally turned into the trailer park, and the kid hissed, a quiet sound.

Judging by the uncomfortable wince, and hands clenched into his jeans something painwise was giving him trouble.

"When was the last time you took a pain pill?" Wayne asked, doing his best to weave around the other holes that dotted the gravel roads.

Steve blinked. "Uh…"

"You take any today son?"

Steve his head.

"Didn't have time to grab it." He said, offering a sad look to his pack.

Course he hadn't.

"Let's get you inside then and get you some." Wayne said with a sigh. Thankfully Eddie's van wasn't here--Wayne was fairly certain he had band practice today but knowing him it could be a million other things.

Just meant he had to acclimate Steve as fast as he could, to try and get the poor guy settled before Ed’s came in.

He just hoped life and lady luck would work with him, for once.

#hands on knees #this is gonna have more than three parts fffffff #FAIR WARNING I do jump between Wayne and Eddie’s pov in this.#Everything Ive written so far while in parts for tumblr would basically be chapter 1 on A03 #Eddies POV change would be chapter two #Ugh Im gonna have to put this on A03. Dammit brain.#also I updated this very fast for me #no one get excited Idk the brain is doing #steddie #beat to shit Steve Harrington #wayne pov #outsider pov #wayne as a BAMF #I tried to get to the part where Eddie shows up but it just got too long for a tumblr post #pre steddie #wayne and Hopper both as psuedo parents to Steve #tw injuries #0o0 fanfics #stranger things

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embrosegraves · 20 days

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Oscar Piastri x Horner!Reader Miami and Imola bring new challenges to the grid. Challenges such as finally initiating the romance part of your potential relationship- oh and being on the podium with your ex-teammate too.

Warnings: swearing ig? idk my usual warnings apply (ALSO REALLY BAD TEXT MESSAGE EDITING LMAOOO)

you're crazy if you can see dates on the tweets (/hj)

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kquil · 2 months

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JAMES POTTER | 01:15 ⏤THE PRETTY MECHANIC

SUM. : james borrows sirius' new motorbike and ends up breaking down on the road, thankfully he remembers a mechanic shop nearby and heads straight for it - he doesn't expect to meet the prettiest mechanic there though

TAGS. : fluff ; modern au ; muggle au ; mechanic reader ; biker james ; reader is oblivious ; reader is just doing her job ; james being the love sick puppy that he is ; james is a loveable dork ; james breaks a promise ; sirius doesn't have to know ; legal vandalism? ; vandalisim is never legal kids ; don't try this at home ; james and sirius are BFFs!

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James was FUCKED!...

He had borrowed Sirius’ new motorbike but now it was shutting down on him and he didn’t know what to do! This has never happened with his best friend’s previous bike before. That bike was easy to handle, not at the beginning, but over time, James had grown familiar with it and now that he was on a new bike, he didn’t even know where to begin with trying to remedy the issue – whatever the issue was!

“Padfoot’s gonna kill me if his sweet new ride breaks down,” James’ voice shakes as he panics silently to himself, “and it’s all because of me…”

James remembers spending an entire week trying to convince Sirius to allow him the privilege of riding his new motorbike. A matte, all black Triumph Daytona 660. It was a beautiful ride, and one that Sirius was proud to own and made him promise to handle with the greatest care. Sirius’ love for the motor vehicle was contagious and made James just as much of a fanatic over bikes. James had his own Suzuki SV650 in red and black finish.

Handling of Sirius’ Triumph was unparalleled, not only did it look artful on the road but it was also incredibly agile. The footpeg was well placed and, accompanied with the raised clip-on handlebars, the position it locks you in for a speedier cruise was so much more compelling compared to his Suzuki. The Triumph definitely didn’t shy away from staking its claim as a sports bike but that only meant it was more addicting to ride.

And now, here James was…

After breaking down at the side of the road, he had been pushing and pushing the bike all the way into the previous town he had passed and was now on his way to the mechanic shop he had caught a small glimpse of when passing. He worked up quite the sweat but didn’t pay it much attention; too worried over Sirius’ disappointment and anger. James made a promise to take care of his new motorbike and he had just broken said promise. Staring up at the mechanic sign, James took a breath and clung onto the slight hope that whatever happened could be fixed.

“Damn,” the new voice makes James’ head snap towards the open garage of the shop, “is that your bike?”

“Uh…” James struggles to form any words because, how could he when you were staring at him with such pretty eyes and sweet-looking lips? When you were dressed in the typical motorbike mechanic overall-type uniform, all black and clearly oversized, swamping your figure in the most adorable way. Just a moment ago his heart had been racing in fear of Sirius’ fury but now it was racing for an entirely different reason. You’re so pretty… pretty and with the kindest eyes. Your lips are moving… so you’re probably talking to him right now but he can’t hear anything when his eyes are so focused on the way your lips shape around different words. Oh! But he bets your voice sounds as pretty as you so he should probably start listening to you again.

“--ou okay?” you finish with worried eyes and James could only guess what you were just saying.

“Y-yeah!..” he bashfully turns away from your gaze, “Sorry about that,”

“It’s alright,” when he turns back to you again, James has to stop himself from sighing dreamily and openly drooling over just how pretty you were. But you were smiling at him! And so sweetly too that his insides melt around the butterflies fluttering around his stomach, “what can we do for you today?”

“My uhh…my friend’s bike. I was just borrowing it and it broke down a few miles from here,” he admits as a frown marks his features with guilt and despair, “I-I don’t know what could be wrong with it…”

“Don’t worry,” James watches you tilt your head in a gesture of welcoming him inside, “we’ll can take a look for you,” if James thought you were pretty before, now he think you’re angelic – he can’t help but believe in your words fully and feel all his worries wash away, banished by the shine of your bright smile and warm gaze, “I’m sure we’ll get you back on the road in no time!”

Forget melting into a puddle, James was evaporating into mist!

The problem with Sirius’ Triumph Daytona 660 was that it ran out of fuel and James was too busy panicking and stressing over being a bad friend for breaking his promise. That was the good news, the bad news was that he totally just embarrassed himself in front of the cute motorbike mechanic AND now he has no reason to ever see you again!

Desperate times call for desperate measures…

…James faces his Suzuki SV650 with his well beloved hockey stick in hand. A sacrifice has to be made and he doesn’t mind it being his bike. Should he aim for the front light or the back? He read somewhere that submerging the engine in water whilst running it would get water in and the air intake wouldn’t be able to compress in the cylinders and end up bending the conrods and smashing the valves. The pool would work for that one.

James looks at his hockey stick again before making a final decision. He can do this for now and when you fix his bike, he can say he ‘accidentally rode his bike into his pool’. Yeah that would work! James raises his arms above his head, aiming for the front light of his Suzuki and takes a breath before swinging down—

“James!” Sirius’ panicked shout makes him seize up entirely, his powerful swing down paused mid-air, “What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” his best friend had been staying over and was wondering what he had been doing spending so much time in the garage and came walking into an unfathomable scene.

“Uhhh…” I want to see the pretty mechanic again!

“The ‘pretty’ what?” Sirius pulls a disbelieving face. This was all for a girl?... It’s not surprising considering the way James used to act around Lily but vandalising his own motorbike?

Shit! I said that out loud.

“Yes, yes you did…” James can’t bring himself to answer. However, he didn’t have to as Sirius stalks over to the toolbox and grabs a wrench. He didn’t even need to explain himself. Both share a smile before beginning to do a number on his once very beloved Suzuki.

“Thanks Siri,” panting, James wipes the sweat off his brow and faces his best friend with a boyish grin. Out of everyone else in the world, of course Sirius would have his back and not ask questions–

“Wait– why were you at the mechanics in the first place?”

“Uhhh….”

“James?...”

A/N : like most of my timestamps, i wrote this incredibly sleep deprived but inspired and couldn't wait so here you darlings go <3 please forgive any spelling or grammatical mistakes and i hope you enjoy the fluff hehe~

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hazbinhazmeinachokehold · 3 months

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Hey! So I really liked your child + overlords, and I’ve been watching too many horror movies lately, so I was thinking; what if a kid like Samhain (Sam from “Trick r Treat”) was the kid.

He’s not even an overlord but how would they be with him when he clearly likes them, he shares candy with them, follows them around, and likes to cozy up with them. (especially since he’s as old as hallow’s eve itself and still kinda acts like a child, but never had a caretaker or someone to consider family) But when someone tries to hurt them, Sam does something super horrific to their attacker that would even creep Alastor out? But then he goes back to the lovable Sam that they know but what’s their reactions?

A/n: I haven’t watched Trick or Treat, so I based off a few clips I watched. Also by attacked them, I assume you mean the overlord? I’m so sorry if not!!! :(

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Alastor: Very intrigued by you. Which, knowing Alastor is the reason he was nice to you in the first place, which spiraled into friendship. You were unnaturally cuddly. Which Alastor would usually hate, but, for some reason, he didn’t mind with you. Also, you kept giving candy? He wasn't entirely sure where you kept getting it because the hotel didn’t have any, but it was a sweet gesture nonetheless. One day both of you were going for an evening stroll. Until some, to put it frankly, idiot, attacked Alastor. Well tried to at least. Most people couldn’t get a scratch on him and this was no exception. What was different this time was that it was him who drew screams out of the sinner. Instead, you, sweet, kind, you, were the one responsible. You ended up disturbing Alastor, which is hard to do, so good job! But after you were done you reverted back into your innocent self. Has a new reason for why he likes you after that day.

Rosie: I mentioned this in my overlord post but, mother figure. She will give you candy as well! (Just don't eat it if you're not a cannibal) She’ll make sure she always has time for you. And even when she is spending time with others she is not opposed to you tagging along. You and she had just bought some candy and were on your way back to cannibal town. You and Rosie were having a lovely conversation before someone tackled Rosie to the ground. She was able to push them off rather fast before you jumped in. Rosie was kinda shell-shocked. But despite how eldritch horror-esque the scene was, she was used to this because of Alastor. She was more surprised that it was you of all sinners. After you were done you turned back into your nice self. Tbh she doesn’t really care, she treats you the same.

Vox: I’m going to be honest with you bestie he doesn’t like you at first. He didn’t hate you or anything, just didn’t particularly care for you. That being said, you do grow on him. He doesn’t eat the candy you give him (weirdly enough he can though. We see him eat popcorn in the final.) I don’t know bro just isn’t going to eat candy some random kid gave him from who knows where. Also, you're always in the ads. it wasn’t on purpose at first but soon he would just casually hold you in the ads, he never mentions it though. One day he’s going to film an ad and you are tagging along as you always do. When somebody tries to attack Vox with a bat, but they were stopped in their tracks by you. Vox just stared at horror and amazement as you made the sinner pay. After the horror wears off the dude is amazed. If you weren’t friends before you are now. Despite the fact that you’re, y’know, a child, he kind of uses you for scary dog privileges.

Velvette: Surprisingly accepting of you. Would probably post pics with your candy and cuddling with you. She does just straight up like you even without social media. Velvette is the youngest overlord which makes her a pretty easy target. So while it wasn't a surprise for her to get attacked how you responded was. Out of instinct, she starts recording not just to post it, I mean yes that too, but also to make sure what she was seeing was real. Which was especially needed after you went back to your cutesy self. Despite how unbelievable it was she was pretty indifferent at the end of the day. Will ask you if you can do that more for photos though.

Carmila: New mother part 2. Though admittedly she isn't one for cuddles or candy. She does take it and cuddle to make you happy. Very protective of you. You are kind and she doesn't want you to get hurt, thankfully she doesn't have to worry about you. Someone attacking the overlord who makes weapons isn't wise, but as you’ve probably learned by now, messing with someone you care about is even more stupid. She wants to stop you but also doesn't want to hurt you or get herself in the crossfire. But hey now she knows you can protect yourself. Maybe even against an exorcist without angelic metal because holy fuck. Anyway, now she trains with you.

(A/n: Bro Tumblr fucking deleted this when I was ¾ done with it.)

#hazbin hotel x reader #alastor x reader #carmilla x reader #rosie x reader #vox x reader #velvette x reader #child reader #platonic

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lanandos · 2 months

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Treat you right

Lando Norris x self insert reader (no Y/N)

Self indulgent fic, heavily influenced by that video of Lando foam rolling in every carnival tiktok edit. Also that one vibrator speed.

No beta read, head empty.

Lando knew growing up that he wasn’t like other kids. But when he met you, it solidified for him just how different his upbringing was.

As an adult, he understands that he grew up with privilege and that not all kids got to have the same opportunities he did.

It still shocks him how different things were for you and how sometimes it does feel like the two of you lived on different worlds.

He still finds himself absolutely absorbed in the details whenever you speak about what growing up without much money was like. Like how your parents were always home late after work and how you learnt to fend for yourself from an early age.

When you met Lando it felt surreal.

All motorsport was pretty popular in your family and with your friends, but F1 always felt more refined - more serious.

Despite how alien Lando’s world felt, he always felt right. It was exciting and truely a little terrifying to go on that first date, and then to make your relationship public. But the core of the relationship, what you felt for Lando, was never in doubt. You knew he was right for you.

Lando always seemed to find great joy in spoiling you, despite your protests and assurances all you needed was him. But you knew he liked the way your face lit up and to bicker with you about accepting the very luxurious, but always very thoughtful gift.

It still caught you off guard when Lando casually mentioned an impromptu stop to Bali in between race weekends at Melbourne and Suzuka.

Initially you refused, insisted he focus on his training back at Woking. But he’d made a very compelling argument that involved pleading eyes and talented fingers.

Which is how you came to find yourself waking in crisp white hotel sheets.

Stretching out to wring out the tiredness came with the thrill of knowing even with all your limbs fully extended, you still didn’t come close to edges of the bed.

It was quickly replaced with disappointment when your boyfriend’s side of the bed was cool and empty.

Sitting upright, you took in the room. It was a late flight in and you hadn’t taken the time to fully appreciate the plushness of the room before.

The most enticing aspect was the balcony which led straight to the ocean. A younger version of yourself had only seen water so blue and clear in movies, a stark contrast to the grey swell of water at home.

Peeling yourself from the bed, you found the note Lando always makes sure to leave when he wakes first.

morning love,

went for a run

will be back before breakfast

L xx

It wasn’t hard to pass the time showering and letting your hair dry whilst lounging out on the patio. But still, the sound of the door softly clicking open was welcome.

Lando slid into the room, looking confused when he didn’t immediately see you in bed or otherwise.

It only took him a moment to catch your eye, a bright smile crashing over his features.

It was early but warming up nicely outside and you appreciated the way his shorts and tee clung to his body. Lando greeted you with a bruising kiss, letting you know he clearly had plans for your time alone and out of the public eye.

“Hey sweetie,” he murmured against your mouth. You giggled and hummed a response, unable to speak properly whilst he insisted on keeping your mouths connected.

Lando never did things by halves, and this extended to his treatment of you. Right now that felt pretty delicious. You could feel your core fluttering and a sinful slideshow of possible options flickered through your mind.

His smell and touch was achingly welcome and distracting. You almost didn’t notice his hands pulling at your sundress. But a little voice reminded you that you both needed to eat, and a shower for Lando wouldn’t hurt, before you got carried away.

“Lando, you need to eat and have a shower,” you pushed his hands away and wiggled out from under his touch.

Lando pouted, clearly having other plans. But it gave you the opportunity to slip out from under his bent frame and come to stand next to him. Lando wasn’t extraordinarily tall, but you still lifted your chin to meet his gaze.

“Come on, I’m hungry.” Mentioning your own need for food seemed to motivate him and the heat in his gaze was replaced with refined focus.

You would have been more than pleased with the buffet on offer for all guests. But once the option for a more luxurious breakfast was offered to Lando, he didn’t even hesitate to agree.

The beach was secluded with lush greenery coming right up to the gentle waves of white sand stretching out to same blue ocean seen from the bedroom suite.

The cabana was composed of four wooden pillars draped with sheer white linens. There was thick foam padding the base with towels neatly folded on the cushions.

An assortment of plates were presented, each time you cut a pleading glance at Lando - overwhelmed by the volume and decadence of it all.

Lando was reclined back in the plush beddings, looking at ease in shorts and a barely buttoned shirt. His still damp hair was pushed back by a papaya orange cap.

His gaze never left you, occasionally biting down on his lower lip when you thanked the staff repeatedly or told them you were really quite fine and didn’t need anything further.

When the final plate was settled, Lando reached out to you. He guided you back into the crook of his arm and chest.

Lando peppered small kisses along your hairline, “baby, I want you to enjoy yourself. Let me treat you how you deserve to be treated everyday.”

You breathed in the scent of him and relaxed back into his embrace.

“Good girl,” Lando praised, voice low and full of promise.

Lando took great joy in feeding you small mouthfuls of delicious fruits and pastries. Each time you tasted something particularly delightful, you made sure to moan appreciatively against Lando’s still retreating fingers on your lips.

You’re weren’t oblivious to the game you were playing and kept an observant eye on Lando’s own responses. His chest was rising and falling subtly faster and when Lando offered you an index finger laden with cream, you eagerly closed your lips and lapped at the digit. The response was immediate, it felt like the universe had percolated down to the two of you tucked away in your private but not so private escape. Lando’s fingers flexed down to hold your jaw firm, whilst his remaining finger pressed down to meet your tongue.

Your gaze swept appreciatively along the toned lines of his torso and met his heady gaze above you. Lando’s pupils were blown wide and you could see the plans for your pleasure forming.

It made your lower stomach clench and a small sound of desperation push up from the back of your throat.

“I know baby, let me make you feel good,” Lando promised you sweetly.

Lando removed his finger from your lips with a reluctant pop. But he made sure to make it up to you. His slanted mouth pressed against your slick and parted lips. Your hand fisted in the fine linen of his shirt, before slipping underneath to begin gliding over his smooth skin.

Lando’s own hands got to work, pushing up the flip of your sundress. Your breath caught when you remembered your choice of underwear for today. A barely there wisp of lace and ribbon. It was something you had ordered custom, evidenced by the small silver number #4 charm dangling at the centre.

Lando’s fingers grazed the lace covering your ass before gently tracing the ruffled edge up to your hip. His mouth lifted off yours to allow him to glance down at the curve of your body.

“This all for me baby?” His voice rasped, fingers tentatively dipping under the laced edges. Lando’s question was revenant and emboldened your further.

You nodded your head, “let me show you,” you whispered under his jawline.

Lando let you go just far enough for you to press up onto your knees. You could see the occasional guest lingering by their own cabanas or taking in the oceanic views, but no one seemed to be looking towards the two of you too closely. There was also the added cover of the gently swaying curtains.

Your fingers reached down to hike the edge of the skirt up to your hips before pulling it up and over completely.

You had chosen to go without a bra today, as it felt too out of place with the air of enjoyment and sexual tension. Consequently, you were left fully on show to Lando. Save for your very thoughtful panties.

Lando looked you over boldly, gaze lingering on your breasts before dipping lower.

You could see when he recognised what the glinting charm was. His eyes focused in and you heard the groan of appreciation tumble from his lips.

“Baby, you’re too sweet for me. This all mine yeah?” Lando’s hands swept up your sides before coming back down to rest on your ass.

The flutters in your stomach had turned to borderline painful twists. You could feel the pooling arousal in your core and desperately needed Lando to start touching you proper.

“Lan, please I need you,” you pouted at Lando.

Lando hushed you before sitting up and shucking his own shirt off, before manhandling you onto your back in the cushions.

Deft fingers propped your knees apart, wide enough for Lando to situate himself in between. His gaze was heated, only flagging in intensity as he smirked when you squirmed beneath him.

“My pretty baby, gonna let me take care of you. Make you feel good yeah,” praise was tumbling from Lando’s lips and it was making you feel lightheaded already.

He kept his eyes on yours as his warm hands trailed down from your knees, sweeping over your thighs and up to your waist. He squeezed slightly here, spread fingers emphasising the rise and fall of your body.

Lando’s body tilted forward, a stabilising hand coming up to rest next to you.

The kiss he planted firmly on your lips was slow and deliberate.

His hand continued its path up to your chest, thumb brushing over your pebbled nipples. You whined at the touch and arched up, Lando shushed you again before dipping his head to drag his pointed tongue over the sensitive bud.

You did really try to keep quiet, you were outside after all, but the more daring side of you knew that Lando would take every noise as an encouragement to make you feel good.

Lando was steadfast in the attention he paid to your breasts. He lapped and sucked at them until you felt tender and so needy for more. A truely whiney sound made its way past your lips and Lando glanced up to meet your debauched gaze.

“Oh honey, you’re doing so good for me. Such perfect tits. Should I give your sweet pussy attention too?” He mused like it was inconsequential to him. The idea of him choosing not to touch you made your thighs clench down hard around his waist.

“Lan please, want you so bad,” your voice wavered and was thick with burgeoning tears. Lando shushed you again as he kissed more praise up over your chest and jaw. It calmed the panic in the back of your mind that he would keep up the teasing forever and never get on with it.

Lando’s hands began to slip your panties off your hips, but when your hands reached out to grab his wrists he stopped immediately.

Bypassing his wondering expression, you tugged at his shorts impatiently. If you were going to be wholly naked, you would like to have his own naked form pressed against you.

Lando chucked at your response, and obligingly stood to remove his shorts and briefs. He stood proud at the foot of the lounge, cock hard and shiny at the tip. It made your mouth water.

Then hands were back on you and you joined Lando in nudeness. Still sprawled on the crisp white, a vain voice whispered you must look pretty good given how appreciative and hungry Lando looked at you.

Lando kneeled again, but didn’t come to kiss you as you had expected. Instead he widened your legs before folding himself to lick a wet stripe up your inner thigh. It made your thighs clench down around his head and shoulders, which Lando promptly encouraged with a firm squeeze.

He settled in at the crux of your body and got to work licking and sucking along your thighs and hips. You barely registered the truely obscene noises coming from your mouth, but Lando must of been taking note as he mumbled praises for your sounds and responses to him throughout.

When his tongue dipped in to your folds, your body arched without control and you found your hands buried deep into Lando’s curls. Lando licked confidently over your dripping sex, his face buried deep between your thighs. He settled into a pattern which he knew built an earth shattering release in you. A finger dipped into your core and you felt your body welcoming it in. Lando’s mouth continued to work over your clit and you knew he had no intentions of letting you go without finding release like this.

It brought you closer to the edge when you remembered how shocked Lando was the first time you were intimate. Your previous partners never prioritised your pleasure, and you found yourself anxious anytime sex was initiated. Often slipping away to finish yourself off in the bathroom or not even being bothered to do that. It hadn’t crossed your mind that Lando would be outraged by the idea of you ending sex without orgasm, and he had proven his point that night over and over and over again.

A second finger entering you shook your mind back to the present, Lando lifted his head from his work to cast a questioning glance upwards.

“Where did my baby go there? Was I not fucking you well enough to keep your attention?” Lando mussed before dipping to lap at your core whilst keeping his eyes on you.

“Was just, ah, thinking about when, fuck fuck fuck, we first, fuck Lan, when you first fucked me,” your words were punctuated by Lando’s tongue sweeping over you. He seemed to find a thrill in knowing you were struggling to get a sentence out. Lando groaned deeply against you, and you felt your release building ever higher.

“You were so eager to please baby, always wanting to make me happy. But no one else has ever made you feel like this have they honey, no one else has known how to fuck your little brains out.” Lando’s voice was sweet and full of promise, with a healthy dose of male pride. His tongue returned with renewed purpose and you felt the band in your stomach ratcheting in tension. Words tumbled from your mouth, mostly just Lando’s name. He knew you were close to release and made every effort to deliver you there successfully.

Your eyes scrunched closed as Lando’s lips sealed over your clit and sucked. Your hand tightened on his curls in an effort to find purchase as you fell head over heels into bliss. Nothing else existed except for the waves of ecstasy coursing through your body and Lando’s ever obliging fingers working you through your mind numbing orgasm.

Your eyes only blinked open when you felt Lando’s dampened lips pressing over your temples, across your cheekbones, before settling over your own. As you came back to your bearings, your hands drifted across the planes of Lando’s chest and abdomen to find his dripping arousal. He sucked in a breath when you began to steadily pump his cock, sweeping fingers through his own wetness to soothe the glide.

Lando nipped at your jaw, before lifting up enough to be able to look down at where you held him. His hips fucked down into your grip and appreciated the sight of your hand around his flushed cock.

Despite your protest, Lando raised himself back up to his knees before arranging himself back in between your thighs. You felt the cooling wetness under your backside, and whilst it was slightly uncomfortable, it didn’t deter your enthusiasm for more.

Lando took his time gazing down at your exposed body and seemed particularly enraptured by your glistening sex. Fingers dragging through the dampness before fleetingly dipping back in.

“Lan please, want you to fuck me,” you pleaded. Hopeful that asking nicely would encourage him along.

Lando grinned at your desperate form before hiking your hips up and over his thighs, leaving you tilted and splayed open.

Lando fisted the base of his cock before tapping it over your still sensitive clit. You whined and squirmed in an effort to move away. All it earned you was a brisk slap to your outer thigh.

“I’ll fuck you how your body needs to be fucked baby. You can trust me to make you feel good,” Lando’s voice was heavy with lust and your core clenched down on emptiness.

When Lando decided to, he dragged his cock over the entrance to your heat. The head catching on your slick entrance and causing the both of you to moan.

Lando caught your gaze as he slowly began to sink into your wet heat. You could feel the way your body opened up for him. The firmness of him filling you up so deeply and stretching you so nicely had you grasping onto anything in reach.

Lando bottomed out and held deathly still whilst paying careful attention to your expression. It didn’t take long for you to whine for more, especially since he had opened you up so nicely on his mouth and fingers.

“So pretty for me baby, going to make you come all over my cock. Maybe have you come sitting on my face after so I can clean you up all nice.” Lando’s voice betrayed the air of calm control he was otherwise portraying. But you were too distracted to really call him out on it, as you knew his promises in the bedroom were incredibly reliable.

Lando drew back slowly and your senses narrowed down onto the feel of his thick cock sliding against your sensitive walls.

Lando fucked back into you, long delicious strokes that ended in a grind against your cunt. It had your vision blur and tears collect in the corners of your eyes.

Lando cooed down at you again, words of praise and pet names flowing freely now.

It was the steady and deliberate fucking which really got you going. There was no concern that Lando was going to leave you wanting, all you had to do was take what he gave you.

Lando’s fingers brushed against the burgeoning teardrops, temporarily clearing your vision. You blinked dazedly up at the cabana roof, momentarily coming back to the reality that Lando was fucking you outside in semi public.

“Sweet baby, gonna show anyone who’s looking at you that you’re mine and that it’s my cock you’re gagging for. Isn’t that right sunshine,” Lando’s voice was syrup sweet, but his possessiveness made your core clench down hard and a needy whine bubble up from your throat.

Lando bit out a curse, before a thumb was pressed down intently on your clit. You didn’t really have the leverage to arch against him, but your head tilted back against the plush bedding regardless.

Lando’s thumb swept circles over your clit, and in a moment of sex fuelled delirium your brain conjured up the image of each pass spiralling you closer to an orgasm. Which was true in a way.

Lando’s cock continued to press in slowly before being pulled back, each pass igniting newfound pleasure in your body.

“Lan, please fuck me harder,” you could barely whimper out your request, already so wrecked from pleasure. Lando obliged and each thrust came with a greater snap of his hips into yours. Lando ground down deeply when fully seated in your heat and you felt like you were about to choke on the overwhelming sense of him inside you.

The never ending endurance of Lando’s thrusts accompanied by the steady sweep of his thumb pushed you towards release.

But when Lando bent forward to suck a nipple into his mouth, his cock angled up against the spot in you which had you grasping at his shoulders and begging for him to never stop.

Consecutive orgasms for you always hit you like a truck, unexpected and earth shatteringly large. Your rising moans were muffled by a firm hand across your mouth, not that it really mattered to you in the moment. Lando picked up the pace as your windfall of orgasmic pleasure began to shift into overstimulation. Lando thrust into your spasming heat a handful of times before his hips stuttered and stilled against yours. Your hands swept over his back as he came back to his senses.

Lando grasped at one of the towels which had previously been neatly folded. He pulled out as carefully as could be managed before using the towel to gently clean you up.

Once satisfied, Lando slumped next to you on the plush seating.

Lando turned to press soft kisses across your face before slanting down to kiss your proper. When he leaned back his eyes were shimmering with teasing mirth.

“I believe I made a promise about cleaning you up darling,” his eyes crinkled as he took in your confused pout before realisation dawned on you.

You yelped when a hand pinched at the softness of your thigh before curling yourself up defensively against Lando’s side.

“Lan I can’t, but I wouldn’t say no to later,” you playfully swatted away his wandering hands before settling back against his body.

Lando pecked kisses across your shoulder and up along your neck whilst you both caught your breath and basked in the post organismic haze together.

#f1 x reader #mclaren f1 #f1 fic #lando norris #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #f1 #formula 1

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witlesswitnesstm · 2 months

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I am a firm Marvin Gardens BPD/NPD truther, so here’s all my evidence.

This is a very long post, so buckle up.

• Narcissistic Personality Disorder

Let’s go through the symptoms he shows, shall we?

- Has unreasonably high sense of self importance, and requires constant admiration:

Marvin, especially as a child, exhibits a large amount of grandiosity. This is most evident in How Marvin eats his breakfast and My Highschool Sweetheart.

He thinks of himself as above the maid staff and he constantly threatens/accuses them. Then he’s given the role of Columbus, and highly identifies with him to the point where he claims he *is* Columbus. That he’s this grand explorer, who’s the king of the ocean. He believes he’s powerful because of the role.

Then as an adult, Marvin has a constant need for adoration. He needs people (like Whizzer and Trina) to love and want him in songs like Thrill of first love and This had better come to a stop. That might even be a reason he got with Trina in the first place. He wanted to feel needed, without the responsibility of having to love back.

Not to mention the line “Kid. Be my son.” In Father to son. He wants Jason to fulfill the role as his son (and subsequently love him), not really acknowledging he’s his own person. But he still deeply cares about Jason, and wants him to succeed, he just does it through the only lense he understands; himself. Also, I noticed that Marvin literally moves the chess board aside and makes Jason face him during that song, even though he clearly doesn’t want to.

- Believes they deserve special privileges or treatment:

The R of Ms. Goldberg shows Marvin is obsessed with getting what he wants, for no other reason besides the fact that he wants it. It’s also implied that he didn’t even necessarily have the acting skills required to be Columbus, Ms. Goldberg just conceded because he kept pestering her. He believed he deserved it, so he got it.

- Make achievements and talents bigger than they actually are:

Again, Marvin obsessed over being a star actor. He also consistently exaggerates his intelligence with lines like “I can read her like a book” in How Marvin eats his breakfast and “I'm not so rich but hell I'm smart.” In This had better come to a stop.

In I never wanted to love you, Marvin also claims that he’s in demand, when he’s most likely not and is just trying to cover for his ego.

- Preoccupied with fantasies of success, power, brilliance

Oh wow. Ok, so we all know about the metaphor for games at this point. Marvin loves winning, he literally says it’s everything to him. He also says that he wants it all multiple times which is just, really driving home the point that he craves success and power over everything else.

Marvin is also characterized as being rich, which again emphasizes his need for success. I’m thinking he climbed the corporate ladder for the sole objective of looking like he’s successful.

Side note, I think the reason he never acknowledges how rich he is might be because he’s ashamed of being a trust fund baby. He had a whole maid staff as a kid, so it’s implied his parents had mad stacks. He might’ve sought success outside his parents’ money so that it was his own accomplishment, not his family’s.

I want to touch on My chance to survive the night, specifically the line “I played a game. She was as cute as a dime and couldn't spell. I asked her to spell my name. That's it for girls.” Marvin has a history of using games as a basis for breaking up with people because of his insecurity, even before Chess game. He gets a lot better with this in act 2, and this is evident in the racquetball matches. He seems a little unconfident, but he’s not devastated by it in the way he would be before.

I’ve mentioned this in a separate post, but The r of Ms. Goldberg can also be interpreted as a fantasy for power, since Marvin isn’t actually interested in having sex with Ms. Goldberg, and instead just wants to have control over her.

- Is critical and looks down on people they feel aren’t important:

Marvin consistently ignores his sweetheart even when she begs for his attention. When she tries to tell him she’s a person, he calls her ridiculous.

Marvin also just generally acted out as a child because he considered everyone as beneath him.

This trait is especially highlighted In Tight Knit family reprise, where he just straight up talks shit about Mendel, not being able to believe that Trina can love him. It’s also shown in Marvin hits Trina, that he dislikes her platitudes and expects substance from her, and then goes on to again beg for admiration with the line “How could you ever deny what we had?”

- Expects others to do what they ask without question:

This is best shown in This had better come to a stop and Chess game. Marvin expects Whizzer to play the housewife, while not acknowledging that he’s his own person.

This is also displayed in Tight Knit family, where he expects everyone to go along with his perfect vision of what a family should be.

- Has an inability or unwillingness to recognize the needs and feelings of others:

This is most clear with Sweetheart and Trina. As I’ve said, Marvin blatantly ignores sweetheart’s attempts to love him, and completely disregards her. I want to note how he does this in favor of being attached to Ms. Goldberg and playing Columbus which are his power fantasies, essentially.

This trait is also shown in Breakfast over Sugar when Marvin basically tells Trina to shut up and that she’ll get over it when she’s having a a pretty expected emotional outburst to him divorcing her. He completely disregards her feelings, showing no empathy to her.

- Acts arrogantly:

This can just be interpreted as confidence but Marvin says that he loves being himself multiple times over the course of In trousers.

• Borderline Personality Disorder

- A strong fear of abandonment:

This ties into Marvin’s need for admiration, but he constantly asks others for validation, and even doesn’t want Trina to find new partners because he interprets it as abandonment of his family.

There’s also the workshop version of This had better come to a stop, which is all about how Marvin is terrified that Whizzer’s going to leave him again in act 2, but he tries to bury all those feelings down so that he doesn’t appear needy. One of the lines is “I sit here and slowly rot. Wait for Whizzer, wait for answers, and get none.” Which just really nails down this point.

There’s also Unlikely lovers, when Marvin refuses to leave Whizzer’s side in the hospital.

- A pattern of unstable, intense relationships:

I’m sure we all know where this is going.

Marvin has a lot of opinions about Trina. He says that he thinks she’s perfect in I have a family, but that at the same time, he says that he hates her in I swear I won’t ever again.

His wants are contradictory. He wanted Trina to leave him alone when he divorced her, but couldn’t accept that she married Mendel. Also, he fights with Trina consistently, even throughout Act 2.

Onto Whizzer, their relationship is driven solely by chaotic passion. Their relationship is *built* on fighting and making up with hate sex.

Whizzer has no idea how to feel about Marvin because of how unstable he is. Marvin can be gentle, but he expects everything to go his way. He’s affectionate but highly judgemental. (Then again, so is Whizzer.)

- Quick changes in how they view themself:

This is best shown in Your Lips and Me reprise. Marvin goes from hating who he was and what he did to Ms. Goldberg to having a whole ass victory song about how he loves being himself.

This might be sarcasm, but Marvin is also self deprecating in Tight knit family reprise, with the lyric “I'm too damn peeved, self-absorbed, self-deceived. Who knows?”

- Periods of stress related paranoia and loss of contact with reality

This is a stretch, but Marvin’s exes always hovering around him in In trousers might be paranoia about his past manifesting itself. This is especially clear in I can’t sleep and Your lips and Me reprise where they physically interact with him, preventing him from sleeping or reminding him of his past.

- Impulsive/risky behavior:

Bro got multiple STDs, presumably from unsafe sex. Also, it’s implied that he also got HIV after Whizzer.

Hitting Trina could also be seen as impulsive behavior.

- Wide mood swings:

This is where Marvin’s giddy seizures comes in. He has periods of extreme laughter and giddiness, sporadically.

- Inappropriate levels of anger

Marvin hits Trina. I mean, what else do I have to say? This whole song is about Marvin’s anger taking over his actions and causing physical harm because of it. He also shows inappropriate anger when he brings out Whizzer’s belongings after the Chess game.

Ok Jesus Christ that was a lot of words. Keep in mind that these are just my headcanons and you’re allowed to interpret Marvin in any way you want.

Also I don’t have these disorders myself and I’m not a professional psychologist or anything so let me know if I got some things wrong. I just care way too much about the Marvin Trilogy and I’m also interested in becoming a psychologist.

#falsettos #marvin trilogy #in trousers #marvin falsettos #falsettos 2016 #falsettos obc #I have thought too much about this #god someone save me #character analysis #google how do I stop a hyperfixation?

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ohara-n-brown · 3 months

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[WARNING: Rant]

Sometime made a post going 'Love the trans women in your life while they're still here'

Someone added 'Trans men and Nonbinary too!'

And this was the response.

My response: Cut this shit out, you're acting literally ridiculous.

First of all - no it's NOT an All Lives Matter moment.

ALL LIVES MATTER was created by white people who DON'T experience racism to silence the experiences of those who DO experience racism and die at the hands of it.

A transmasc or nonbinary person saying 'Us also!' is a not the same.

It's a group of people who DO experience transphobia adding to the experiences of those who ALSO experience transphobia.

It's A LOT MORE like a black person going 'BlackLivesMatter' and sometime commenting '#StopAsianHate too :)' and OP going 'wow fuck you read the room you're being racist.'

That's like a Gay person speaking out against homophobia and how it's wrong. And then a trans person says 'Transphobia too!' and suddenly it's 'Read the room. This isn't about y'all. Why do y'all have to bring yourself up always. This isn't about gender. Read the room-'

Sounds familiar to y'all? It should. I'm reading the room and the room is saying you just fucking hate another group of oppressed people lol

Another oppressed person who experiences the same violence as you adding their voice to your choir is NOT the same as white people using their privilege to silence others who experience racism when they themselves don't.

SECOND OF ALL - (tw death mention under cut)

YEAH THEY HAVE A RIGHT TO ADD 'Celebrate your trans brothers while there here' on a post you know..

considering a transmasc non-binary person got fucking beat to death on school grounds exactly a month ago.

Remember that??? The one whose death is being actively covered up by school, law, and state officials on a systemic scale??

Also - a fucking trans man from NJ is still missing as we speak (Elliot Ganiel)

But calling attention to that is like being a MRA??? Talking about a children deaths in a school bathroom and missing people are like being MRAs whose main concerns are women playing video games or some shit?

No. No it isn't.

Y'all misusing terms like MRA and yelling 'That's like all lives matter!!!' clearly show youdon't understand how oppression works in the slightest.

If you try to compare any white racist movement to an oppressed group of people - YTA.

One of us gets fucking killed with no justice, LGBTQ crisis line calls skyrocket, and when asked about it state officials say and I quote 'We don't want that filth in our state!!'

- and when we talk about it amongst people in our community it's 'read the room!!' or 'wow really MRA like'

Fucking bite me.

And before - 'Oh but they didn't have to put it on THAT post, they could've made their own'.

Did you not hear what I just said. A transmasc teen was beat to death and misgendered publically statewide.

Maybe transmascs would like to feel included by the community at this time? So they can feel safe? Safety in numbers? And maybe want to feel like the wider community cares when shit like this happens - which clearly.. y'all don't.

Cause when a transmasc kid is literally killed - and we see a post saying 'Love your transfemme friends whine they're here!' and add the same - only to be told to read the room - it tells us 'You only have a month or so to morn. They died last month? Why are you bringing it up now on a post about appreciating trans people before their death??? Read the room. That was for us only. Stop trying to hog all the attention'.

Like damn sorry for wanting to feel like my community would care if I got wiped off this fucking earth silly me. Silly us.

When we start the conversation on our own we're ignored. When we try to contribute our experiences to other conversations we're told to shut the fuck up and read the room and then compared to actual racists and sexists.

You constantly compare us to people who DO NOT face oppression - cis men and white people - in order to silence us, despite the fact you know we face oppression in ways both groups could never even imagine. You think you're slick. You're not.

BITE ME. HARD.

#'thats so aLl LiVeS mAtTeR'#as a black person: no it isn't and it's insulting you think that #'all lives matter' isn't just annoy derailment it's about the fact that white people are not opposed so they don't need ALM #ALL LIVES MATTER is fake solidarity because white ppl don't need the solidarity #Transmasc people DO #DO BETTER HOLY SHIT #a lot of y'all are fucking heartless and do not understand intersectionality in the goddamn slightest #no takesies backsies I said what I said #queer #ftm #transmasc #transandrophobia #transphobia #transgender #nonbinary #enby #transphobia mention #tw death #tw assault

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Fictober23 Prompt: 31 - "It's not your fault."

Fandom: DPxDC

Rating: T

Warnings: -

A/N: Based on the setting created through Prompt 14 and its Reblogs. Not necessarily to read beforehand but it might give a little context. I tried to go with a more Halloween themed short story hope that worked out.

"Damian this mission has the highest priority any mission or case ever had before." Dick was clutching a glaring Damians shoulders who was now raising an eyebrow like his elder brother had lost his mind.

"Richard, this is ridiculous." He commented, crossing his arms.

"I am serious Dami, we can not fail with this." The elder stressed more. If it were any other situation than this then Damian might have taken Dick more seriously but as it was. His elder brother was pleading with him, dressed in a ridiculous Vampire outfit after having forced Damian into an outfit that was clearly a mockery towards his old league gear. It was a simple ninja costume Dick was making him wear.

"Please Dami! You don't want to get black listed for a month like Bruce or Tim, right? Jason is going to do this if we ruin their first Halloween in Gotham!" The younger's eyes narrowed.

"Do not place me on the same level as Drake. I will not lose any rights towards my nieces and nephews like he did." He huffed as he looked away stubbornly from his elder brother. Damian was not foolish enough to repeat the same mistakes some members of his family have made. He was not going to let his nephews even touch coffee or any caffeinated drink in the first place.

Besides the incident with Jasmine and their father was a whole different matter. It was their fathers own fault for unconsciously challenging his niece and disregarding her talent in analyzing one's mindset, Todd had mentioned once.

"I just want to make sure! Jason has become so protective of the kids and I do not want to lose favorit uncle's privileges!" Damian's eye twitched as he shoved away his elder brother with his hand placed in the other's face. "You must be delusional Richard. I seem to remember that I was the favorite uncle of the twins."

Before Dick could counter Damian the front door opened and the two saw Jason enter the manor with the crime twins on either side of him and the toddler in his arms. The second eldest raised an eyebrow at them before glancing down towards the twins.

"Hey Little Wing, right on time! Where is Jazz?" Dick greeted them cheerfully, bending down a little to wave at Ellie that was blowing a raspberry in his direction. He was probably imaging it but it looked like the little girl was glaring at him.

"Already dropped her off with her school friends, I will pick her up tomorrow afternoon. It's her sibling free day, remember?" Jason only raised an eyebrow also noting the frown the twins were sporting at seeing Dick.

Dick nodded, turning towards the twins. Did he imagine it or did one of the boy's whisper fruitloop to the other. "Ready for your first Trick or Treat in Gotham? We gotta collect all the candy for you two that we can!"

"Sure." Dick was hoping for more enthusiasm from the boy's but maybe that would come once they got their first candies bagged. "You two look interesting, what are you going as?"

"Frankenstein." The two answered simultaneously before glaring at each other and Dick sweatdropped. One of the boy's was dressed like a mad scientist with a white coat and welding goggles strapped to his head as well as some broken medical equipment clearly made visible. The other boy looked more like a monster with ripped clothing, fake bolds glued to his neck and drawn stitches all over his visible skin that was coloured slightly greenish.

"Wow you both did a good job! The monster looks just like in the movies." Dick tried in hopes

"I see. So Daniel is Doctor Frankenstein while Dante is Frankenstein's monster." The twins looked up towards Damian, the glare lost for a moment before they turned on each other again.

"See Uncle Dick said it! When someone says Frankenstein they think of the Monster, twerp!"

"Nuhu! Uncle Damian got it! He knew I was the Doctor and not the monster!"

"And Jazz just got them to stop arguing about that shit." Jason muttered with a glare towards Dick before the twins could devolve any further into their argument Jason stepped towards the side where Alfred had appeared and was heading over the now bubbling little girl that was making grabby hand towards the butler. He then turned towards the boys.

"Okay you two. Remember today's rules." He clapped his hand for more effect and to get the two to look at him. Which sort of worked as they still gave each other side eyed glares but nodded regardless. "Good and remember no crimes today, enjoy your fun and do not stuff yourself with candies."

"Okay Dad." The twins answered in sync before Jason literally pushed them towards Dick and Damian and out the Manors front door. They were the ones taking the twins out for a Trick or Treat run as their first Halloween in Gotham. Jason was going to hang back with Alfred to take care of Ellie.

Dick had volunteered doing this for his brother a couple weeks before Jason had wondered what he was going to do with the kids for Halloween. Dick had also instantly volunteered Damian for it two. Their youngest brother wasn't that much older than the twins yet and they surely would feel more comfortable with two known family members around.

An hour in and Dick was moments away from admitting that he made a grave mistake.

"Dami! Have you seen Danny?!" Jason was going to murder them if they lost one of his kids. So Dick was rightfully slightly panicked. He had taken his eyes of the boy for only a moment to check something on his phone.

"You have lost Daniel?" The youngest Wayne looked miffed at him and had a slight glare before though Dick noticed something else in his eyes too. "Damian, where is Dan?"

The younger clicked his tongue and Dick paled slightly. Okay no big deal, they temporarily lost the crime twin. He had found and followed Danny before, surely he would be able to find the boy in the crowd of disguised children too. Danny went with a mad scientist costume. How many of them were running around? It would be more difficult to find Dan, he had spotted a couple of different Frankensteins already.

"Jason is going to blacklist us, isn't he?" Dick muttered his eyes wandering over every child he could see going from door to door for candies. Damian doing the same even watching other adults and parents in case one of them had the idea to snatch his nephews from them.

"It won't be as bad as Drake and father." Damian commented as a form of consolation to his elder brother but knew it probably would. Jason blacklisted Tim from watching the kids for the caffeine incident for a month and their father was still blacklisted until Jazz felt like talking to the man again, the twins in solidarity to their sister doing the same.

"Should we split up? But what if they are looking for us? Oh good what if one of the rogues snatched them up? Or worse, some leftover guys from that damned organization?" From the corner of his eyes Damian saw how his elder brother was getting worked up and even though he wasn't showing it, he too was worried. This certainly was not how they had hoped the boy's first Halloween with them would go.

In a decorative street tree on the side of the path Dick and Damian were on sat two boy's one munching on a licorice stick while the other was nibbling on chocolate. Both were invisible just in case their uncle decided to look up.

"Fake blood next?" Danny asked as he watched Dick starting to pace.

"Not yet. Did Dad mention anything about the firecrackers?" Dan asked in return as he bite of another piece of his licorice stick.

"Not that I remember, tho Jazz said to go easy on Uncle Dick." Danny hummed tilting his head slightly with a frown. "But he lost that privilege looking like the fruitloop. You got one of Dad's fake guns right?"

"Why? Didn't you say you wanted to 'fake' stab yourself with the broken syringe?" Dan raised an eyebrow as Danny gave him a feral grin. "You recovered your shape shifting power, right?"

Dan returned the feral grin with one of his own understanding what kind of prank Danny was hinting at. "For once, I like the way you're thinking, twerp."

"Would you stop calling me that! We are the same age now!" Danny pouted as he stuffed the last of his chocolate in his mouth and prepared to jump off the tree.

"Never!" Dan quickly answered with a laugh as he took the lead and jumped off the tree and disappeared into the crowds first as he let go of his invisibility. Danny quickly followed doing the same. They had after all a lot more pranks planned to play on their uncles.

The evening ended with Dick and Damian making their way into the Manor through the bat cave entrance so that they could get to the Medbay before Jason saw the twins. Both looked rather disheveled and like they had gotten dragged through mud. What they didn't expect was Jason, being in the cave and looking at them with raised eyebrows. Dick was holding Dan who was literally growling as Dick was pressing a bundle of tissues against the boy's nose. There was a ripped strip of his vampire costume tied around Dan's arm, a line of dried 'blood' going down the arm.

Damian was holding Danny. The boy looked dizzy, holding his head with one hand while he whined about everything being to bright, the goggles of his costume were cracked and the white coat now had red 'blood' strains, the shirt he was wearing also appeared to be soaked in 'blood' and there was a tried spot of blood below Danny's nose like he also had had a nose bleed like his twin.

"What happened?" Jason's tone sounded neutral and Dick laughed nervously.

"It looks worse than it is…" He tried to salvage, maybe they could still save their nephew watching privileges.

"Really?"

"It's Richard's fault. He lost sight of Danny first." Dicks head whipped around towards Damian who just decided to throw him under the bus. A look of betrayal crossed the eldest face at the narrowed stare Damian was giving him. "The situation spiraled from there."

"No wait! Damian lost Dan! It's not just my fault!" He tried to defend himself as Jason's eyes narrowed on him. But before he could come up with any more reasons why it was not just his fault and that they should not lose any of their uncle privileges because of that…

…Jason started laughing, wheezing out a "It's not your fault."

Confused Dick blinked before Dan jumped out of his hands the same time Danny jumped out of Damians. Suddenly the kids appeared like nothing was wrong as they rushed over towards Jason. Hadn't Danny been dizzy until now? And Dan had complained and growled at him about a headache?

He glanced at Damian who was watching the twins with narrowed eyes.

"Well looks like you two had a lot of fun." They watched how Jason patted the twins' heads grinning at them as the boy's sported proud looks, like they were pleased with themselves. "Your Auntie Babs is making a highlight reveal for the entire family later. Till then go wash up and bug one of your other uncles or aunts."

"Can I go bug Uncle Tim! I got an new invention idea when Uncle Dick got chased by the dogs!"

"I want to find Aunt Harper."

"Sure both should be in the Manor by now. Just wash up first." With the boy's sent away it left the two adults and teen in the batcave. One of them gabbing like fish, the other glaring with narrowed eyes and the last of them still chuckling.

"Todd." Damian hissed and Dick knew that tone. Damian was promising revenge on Jason.

"Light up brat. The twins needed an outlet and Jazz suggested they could pull some pranks today, I just told them that with you two they could go all out."

Dick wasn't sure if he should feel relieved or be slightly mad at his brother for that but eventually he decided to go with relief. "So we are not losing uncle privileges, good."

"You two are still getting blacklisted for two weeks."

"WHAT?"

"I demand a reason."

"You tried taking them with you on patrol and you gave them blade training. They are six."

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dollfaceksj · 7 months

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I don’t think Yoongi’s gonna get mad tbh

can’t afford love | myg (m) #14

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yoongi simply stares at your phone for a moment before glancing up into your eyes

your heart is beating like crazy

she’s saying baby saenggakajima..

you take your phone from him and avoid his gaze as you go to take a seat next to jun

there’s a funny feeling in your gut but you refuse to acknowledge it

yoongi has no say in who texts you

his privilege has been revoked

you run your hand through jun’s hair and gently rub his cranium

“my pretty boy,” you whisper and kiss his chubby cheeks

he looks so much like his dad

he giggles and squirms under you

“have you been giving daddy a hard time?” you say as you play with the shell of his ear

he shakes his head as he starts eating the gimbap his father prepared for the three of you

“oh, it’s not jun that’s giving daddy a hard time.” yoongi’s voice snaps you out of your trance

makes you glance at him

what’s his deal, for real?

“jealous?” is all you ask

he scoffs as he bites into his gimbap

“are you doing all that to make me jealous?” he asks, still not looking at you

you roll your eyes but also refuse yo look at him. “why would i want you to be jealous? we’re divorced.”

he simply chuckles and shakes his head. “right.”

the fight is over

you can’t seem to let it go, though

“how am i giving you a hard time?” you turn to look at him

he looks at you with a ‘don’t play with me’ look before returning his attention to his food

you scoff. “no response because there’s nothing for you to say.”

bickering like little fuckin kids

he deeply exhales. “you’re actually driving me crazy.”

you turn your attention back to jun and wipe his cheeks a bit

“is it good, baby?” you ask him and he simply nods his head

“daddy is a good cook, right?” you whisper and jun just nods again, clearly just focused on his food

it’s true though, yoongi is a great cook

you eat your gimbap in silence

by the time you’ve finished eating, jun’s already playing with his toys on the floor again

“it’s time for bed.” yoongi picks jun up but jun fights against him, throwing a tantrum

“come here,” you coo and hold your arms out, taking jun from his father’s arms as you cuddle him. “you have to go to sleep, baby. you’ve got daycare tomorrow.”

he eagerly nods and then reaches out to his dad again

little prick

yoongi disappears with jun upstairs and you take it upon yourself to clean the table and do the dishes

you can hear jun still throwing a tantrum and it makes you giggle

thinking about how yoongi looks when hes annoyed

by the time you’ve finished doing the dishes, yoongi is back

stares at you

you stare back as you dry your hands using the towel you just dried the dishes with

he walks up to you, cornering you against the sink

what is he thinking?

what does he want

he simply stands before you, breath fanning over your face

you look up at him

but he says nothing

and you wish you could have that kind of determination but you don’t

you have to speak

and you do

“you know,” you start, “this outfit wasn’t expensive.”

💀💀💀💀

you crazy bitch

he blinks at you for a moment. by the look in his eyes, you know he knows exactly what you’re referring to

“jun’s asleep,” is all he says.

you shrug your shoulders. “i can keep quiet.”

“can you?” he snaps. he leans forwards, placing his hands on the edge, caging your body in between his and the sink. “can you keep quiet? because lately, all you’ve been doing is lie for no damn reason.”

there it is

you glare at him for a moment before shrugging. “i think you like it.”

he blinks a few times in confusion. “what?”

“you like when i lie to you.” your eyes stay stuck to his. “gives you a reason to be rough with me.”

he dryly chuckles, so empty of any hint of humor

“we’re not teenagers anymore, y/n. i don’t ‘need’ a reason to do anything. if i want to turn you around right now and fuck you right here on this sink like i hate you, i don’t need a reason for that.” he never breaks eye contact as he talks. “i don’t need a reason to be rough with you. you can stop lying.”

“i just don’t believe you.” you shrug your shoulders.

well.

you’re a menace

that much has been established

he simply sighs and shakes his head in exasperation. “what am i going to do with you…” he drops his head and leans his forehead against your shoulder

very

intimate

you’re trapped against the sink, with his body barricading you

his head on your shoulder, lips gently grazing your neck

it’s quiet between you two

and you don’t know what possesses you when you ask,

“do you think jun would be confused if he saw us like this?”

silence

uncomfortable silence

yoongi’s still leaning on you

doesn’t say anything

just inhales your scent

you might have put his favorite perfume on

but then yoongi straightens his back to look at you

“confused? maybe. but i don’t think it’s harmful for jun to think his parents love each other. he’ll realize sooner or later.”

‘to think his parents love each other’

“what if we meet someone else?”

at this, a muscle in his jaw jumps

you eyes trail to his lips for a moment before back up to his eyes

he shakes his head. “then he’ll get used to it but it’s not happening. not for me at least.”

you roll your eyes. like yuna didn’t happen yesterday. “you still think taehyung and i are a thing?”

he frowns sternly. “why’s he offering to take photos of you in private?”

you giggle. “he said i should considering modelling. said i wasn’t comfortable in front of the camera.”

he thinks about it for a while. the message has been giving context. he doesn’t seem that annoyed with it anymore. however, he can’t help but say, “still a weird thing to say.”

you pretend to agree as you say, “like saying you’d have fucking ruined your ex wife in some random restroom if her dress didn’t look expensive?”

oop

🫦

however

yoongi ain’t no bitch

“i still stand by it. i’ll do it right here too, doesn’t have to be a random restroom.”

“i’m not ovulating.”

“i know.”

you bring your hand up and push against his chest but there’s no real strength behind it

and he knows

he knows you don’t actually want to push him off

so he simply buries his face in the crook of your neck again

it’s quiet again

his nose nudges against the skin of your neck

you can’t help but squirm a bit

he whispers, “so, what do you say?”

huh

what

what’s going on

what does he want?

Oh.

you gather the courage to whisper back, “what?”

“you gonna let me fuck you or not?”

you swallow to relieve your dry throat

he’s so so close

every hair on your face feels his breath fanning against it

calm down

say something witty

you shrug your shoulders again. “i didn’t come to dinner to have sex.”

he responds, “i didn’t invite you over to have sex either.”

hmmm

as an established liar yourself, you can tell he’s speaking the truth

he slowly looks around, appearing casual. “but it doesn’t hurt to try again when we have the chance, no?”

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ROUND FOUR

UZUMAKI NARUTO vs MAITO GAI

Reasons for submission under the cut

Naruto

he runs on pure spite

he's just trying his best all the time

ray of sunshine

we wouldn’t have the story without him

he’s got his faults but he’s still one of [submitters] favourites

his true talent is in his irony: he wears bright orange, is loud, and likes direct confrontation; all things that should make him an awful ninja but he works hard and turns out to be a talented one anyway

he's determined; works real hard to achieve his dreams

he's entertaining and fiercely loyal to those he cares about although he does get a bit obsessive with Sasuke

entertaining to watch

good boy with good intentions even if he can be dumb af sometimes he's always trying to find the better option even for his enemies <3

sun coded boy who can also beat someones ass

Gai

was instrumental in the success of the story - he may not have won against Madara, but he put fear in him and had it not been for hacks, he would have decimated him where no one else could

believes whole-heartedly in his student to the point of dedicating his life to making him a splendid ninja

came from nothing, worked his way up from nothing, and is now considered to be one of the greatest shinobi to have come out of the Hidden Leaf. People know and fear him

made Itachi bail. That man was ready to fight everyone else, but packed it up when Gai came on the scene

kicked Jiraiya in the face and never properly apologized

great salesperson - always has a spare jumpsuit to give to passers-by and hook them on his favorite brand. True influencer and fashion icon

had a bowl cut before it was cool

was a great friend to Kakashi, and was there for him during the highs and lows of his horrifically stressful life. Arguably saved Kakashi's life with his constant support, and the story could not have happened without him. Is considered by Kakashi - one of the most powerful and infamous shinobi in the world - to be his equal and his best friend

loves kids. Supports his own students like he was their father, and equally takes pride in Naruto and protected Sasuke after Sasuke's first run in with Itachi

in the anime, he is shown to be hard on the outside but clearly permissive in that he would sneak Chouji food in the middle of a mission and try to push Naruto into figuring out who Minato was

confident in himself and confident in others - he is everyone's biggest cheerleader and he isn't just talk; he'll work hard with you. When he says he'll do something, nothing will stop him and he will follow his promises even when no one is watching.

hot. Man has pretty privilege

amazing, supportive teacher and friend

he is always trying to be positive in such a dark world and cheer up those around him

he's so good to Lee, Tenten, and Neji, you can just tell how much he cares about those kids

his speech to Lee was super moving. He knew Lee was scared and made sure to be there for him

he was ready and willing to die to defeat Madara in order to save the others

an actual decent upstanding father figure

unbridled whimsy

excellent tits

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those targ stans comparing Rhaenyra's strong boys to Jon are the absolute worst

Like, on one hand, I do see why people defend them. It wasn't their fault they were born to such unfavourable circumstances. Its not easy to grow up being conflicted about who you really are, and as much as Rhaenyra loves them, its clear she does not prioritize them over herself.

But theres more problems then that. The biggest point against them is the incident with Aemond. First of all, I don't condone the actions of Aemond when grown up since he is certainly unhinged, but here he was what? 10? 12? Somewhere around that age, and he felt he needed to claim Vhagar, the biggest dragon, after her riders death because that was the only way he felt he had to prove his worth in this family. For kids who are not sure if they were bastards, the Strong boys have never indicated once that they felt that desperate to prove something for their place in a family. Aemond telling his mother that him losing an eye is alright because he "gained a dragon" is heartbreaking. He thought losing his eye to claim a dragon was the only way to prove himself. When have the Strong boys ever indicated they felt that desperate?

Secondly is the attack itself. Aemond was alone and ganged up on. He was attacked by multiple people at once whom clearly brought items to attack him with, and him calling them bastards should not have illicted that violent of a responce. It is NOT normal to wound someone so bad they lose an eye during a fight between young boys.

Without knowing Myachs face yet, Robert phrased it best when the worst that happened was Joffery got bit in the arm by a wolf the size of a dog. "Damn it, children fight. It's over." But Cersei escalates this by propgating Jofferys lies and publically paints Arya out to be a wild animal. And we all knew then that Joffery was in the wrong in a much less serious situation (unless your Myach).

But here, the wounded child, was the one the other kids attacked themselves, and then allowed their mother to take charge and demand he be tortured. She accuses Aemond of starting a fight they know they instigated, and then allowed their mother to demand torture for a boy saying something that was already a rumour.

We all look at the adults in that situation but the Strong Boys mutilated Aemond and then allowed their mother to lie about what happened and demand torture for something he merely said in anger.

Now part of the issue is that Jace and Luke especially have essentially, no real individual character. Much like Baela and Rhaena's lack of character development, they are mostly a duo who dont stand on their own. Season 2 will change that for Jace obviously, but all we have seen of the boys in the most prominent scenes with them is a willingness to use aggression and allow their mother to violently lie for them to cover up their own wrongdoings.

Other then being bastards, the Strong Boys have literally no comparison to Jon Snow. They were called and raised as highborns. Those boys were literally involved in inheritance debates. They have massive privileges every other highborn does.

Jon grew up a known bastard and that literally dictated his entire life as lesser then the siblings he grew up with. He is nothing like them because he fought for everything he has and it's still nothing compared to what those boys were given for absolutely nothing.

Also, Jon never cut another boys eye out in a fight when they called him a bastard. Literally the first time we see him get that violent is trying to stab Ser Alliser, and that was for insulting his fathers honour after said father was arrested for a treason Jon knows is likely untrue.

Jace hopefully will have better development this season, but as it stands, he and Luke both were the kinds of people who wouldve spat down on the likes of Jon Snow.

And those bad traits come from where else but Rhaenyra herself. I don't support shitting on them because theyre bastards but most people who don't like Team Black get painted as bastardphobic regardless. Its a weak argument to disavow giving by looking at real critiques, and just going "oh youre just supporting treating bastards badly why should i listen to you"

As if people like me literally aren't massive Jon Snow defenders, who support Jon staying a Snow and being proud of who he is rather then him feeling like he needs a truename to be of value.

I mean people get angry just seeing them being called the Strong boys. Like use your eyes, people. They look just fucking like Harwin theres not a single drop of Laenor anywhere near those kids apperances.

I'm not trying to just diss the Strong boys, unlike what some fans will paint any criticisms as. Its all just really messy. You just cannot discuss them without Team Black throwing a tantrum.

#house of the dragon #hotd #game of thrones #a song of ice and fire #asoiaf #anti team black #anti targaryen #anti targ stans #anti rhaenyra targaryen #anti rhaenyra stans

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A Dreary Existence

Scarlett Johansson x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Misogyny!!, Insecurity, Mean Media, Creepy Man—Unwanted Attention/Touch.

Smut: Mommy (S), Little Dove (R) | Shower Sex: Oral / Fingering (R) | Nipple Piercings/(Temperature) Play (R) | Double-Sided Strap: Penetration / Oral (R gets throat fucked), Thigh Riding (SJ) | Kinks: Praising, Marking/ Biting.

Request: @unlady-like-12-25-36

Scarlett noticed a change in you about a month ago when she returned from filming in Italy. While away she'd FaceTime you regularly, but with the time difference your exhaustion had seemed fair. Now though, that she's back, it makes no sense. You'd been so tired lately that you'd been missing dates, something that never happened even when you were in college. The closest she could get to you now was at night when you were asleep in her bed; so dead to the world that she wondered if you were sick.

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New lines were etched into the skin around your eyes, making her heart stutter for a cause, and she knew she'd have to figure it out alone. If there was one thing she knew after dating you for the last two years it was that you were stubborn, and unnecessarily independent.

When she met you at that random party thrown by a mutual acquaintance all she wanted was to make you hers in every sense. She was there with a friend, and you were the hosts close friend, so it was a lucky encounter. Frivolous events like this were rare for Scarlett, but at the time she needed to blow off steam, and that's exactly what she did with you.

Beneath her was where it all started, it wasn't hard to seduce you, but it was hard to leave. There was this gentleness to you she found comforting, it wasn't something you encounter in another often, and it wasn't worth losing. When she stared into your twinkling eyes she was genuinely hooked, her lips gently slid over your smiling set, then she settled into the bed, and pulled your body into her warm embrace.

Breaking her strict rules of a one night stand, because she knew you'd be hers in the end.

You gave her most of you, she's tried to do the exact same, but for some reason you weren't willing to give up your complete solitude. Never denying her the privilege of showering you in gifts, but you were clearly hesitant to accept, and you always made her let you pay for your share on dates. She's yet to tell you, but she takes your half and sets it aside, hoping that one day you'll fully accept her support.

There's just no reason for you to work, running yourself ragged, when you could be her pretty little housewife. Working remotely from the office back home, or from her trailer on set if you truly insisted, at least until you started having kids. After that you'd settle in well as her arm candy for the red carpets, and as her precious girl back at home, you just had to give in to the temptation, and stop fighting peace.

Scarlett had been gone today at the studio doing corrective voice overs for a finished project, but she'd only allowed the intrusion in her schedule as you had work today anyways. Tomorrow though, she intended to spend the entire day with her precious love in her arms.

The following morning came with cold sheets though, and a corresponding groan fell from her soft lips. Against her minds fog she jumped up and ran downstairs just in time to catch you exiting., "Baby?!," she called out, and you turned to her with a wide smile, but the front was obvious. The lines she observed under the light of the moon were obvious signs of your exhaustion, but seeing your dulled eyes in the glow of the sun peeking in only confirmed it.

"Where are you going at 5:30am on Saturday?"

Scarlett had been busy the last three weekends with the Outset business, so she'd yet to know this was a regular occurrence. Roberto was relentlessly fighting you on it, but you're trying to tell him that weekends are off limits now for the sake of your lie holding water with her, and also because you miss the carefree nature of your relationship, and her warm embrace.

"The office.," you internally cringed at how uncool your words came out, but you had yet to tell the woman of your dreams that you're a failure who's yet to get a job in her field.

"They make you work on the weekends?," her eyebrow was raised, frustration clear in her stance as she pushed for the truth she could tell you were hiding., "Mhm, I have to run some numbers is all, I'll be home in time for lunch."

"Please call in baby, I ship off for another film in a few week's time, I need my Y/N snuggles.," her pout nearly won you over, but the numbers running in the back of your mind lent to your sad smile as you shook your head. You couldn't afford to get lost in her comforting embrace, it would keep you from ever returning to that wretched restaurant, then you'd be even worse off financially, and that's just embarrassing.

Even though it shouldn't be, it's exactly what your lover wants, and quite frankly, the idea has become more appealing as time flies by. You actually have been dreaming of what could be in your sleep. Finding yourself wrapped up in her strong arms all the time, traveling the world with her as she makes more than enough money for the both of you and even then some. Still, somehow your pride prevails, and you found yourself shooting her down to work.

With a regretful sigh you dropped your bag, and pulled her dejected form into your body, laying a careful kiss to her temple., "I'll be home around three my love, I'll bring takeout, and we can watch whatever you want.," you cupped her cheeks., "Snuggles free of charge.," then you pecked her lips, and allowed her a brief moment to deepen it before you were pulling away., "It won't even feel that long."

"I feel every moment that you are not here.," she sniffled., "I just want you to cuddle me.," her voice cracked, as did your heart, and if not for the nagging voice in your mind you'd stay.

"I promise I will cuddle you when I get home Scar, but I really do have to get going.,"you softly kissed her cheek, then left before she could push you any further, because your fight was dwindling with every day that passed.

Scarlett grabbed her keys not even a minute later, turned her GPS on, and followed your dot on the map., "My poor, overworked baby..."

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There was nothing much worse than a lunch rush on a Saturday afternoon, where groups of restless people would enter the understaffed restaurant you were still hopelessly managing. Even after earning your masters in your field of study over a year ago, it was a fruitless search for work, and you were starting to lose all hope.

Every interview ended the same, with a strong shaking of hands, and utterances of 'we'll let you know by the end of the week' leaving the crusty lips of the old man who had been staring at your cleavage far longer than your eyes.

Then you'd overhear through the grapevine that "Johnny," or "Terrence," got the position. A bunch of men dominating you in sex identity alone, because the lord knows you ran circles around them in your college days. Your grades alone outdid theirs, but on top of that you did far more outside internships, even more than required by the university because you cared. It'd always been more than a money grab for you, but it didn't matter how much you valued the work when nobody would fucking hire you.

Even though you were beyond exhausted, this job was far too physically demanding for you to take time off, plus the owner of the shitty chain establishment was truly a jerk. Expecting you to pick up the slack when his wages weren't enough to keep the best of your employees on the roster. One by one they'd realize their worth, the same way you should've and now you were left with a skeleton crew of kids.

Teenagers who had limits on their shifts, and even more so had a youth to be present for. There wasn't much they could do, and that left you working a shit ton of doubles, because the only other leaders on the team were unreliable. Susanna had three kids so she left early a lot, Brian worked his shifts, but without much skill. Then the owners son Trent only worked two times a week, the glorious morning shift you had today, and he never worked a weekend.

The idea of quitting remains at the forefront of your mind everyday, but the weight of your student loans was crippling you, and on top of them you had a hefty car note to pay and rent.

Scarlett, the woman of your ever flowing dreams hadn't nary a clue, but when she asked you to move in six months ago you'd just renewed the year long lease with your landlord. You'd attempted to get out of it, but he didn't budge, and according to him paying out the lease wasn't an option either so you continue reluctantly paying for dust mites to live there.

Scarlett's been trying to get you to settle down with her for awhile now, to move in, and so you did that to make her happy, as well as yourself. You still refused to let her tend to your every need though. It was already plastered on the internet by jealous fans and cheap tabloids that you were a gold digger, and no matter how quickly your lover comes to your defense in interviews, or to your sobbing form, it doesn't quell the fear of being what they paint you to be if you give in to her dreams of you quitting.

"Y/N?," your entire body froze at the sound of the familiar voice, it wasn't a welcome one., "Trent, what are you doing here?," you turned around to see him in street clothes, wearing a wicked grin as his eyes shamelessly roamed over the entirety of your body. It disgusted you how he felt entitled to do such a thing, but there wasn't much to say when his daddy signed your checks, so all you did was smile.

"I never get to see you anymore.," he replied in an accusatory manner, making the discomfort in your chest only rise higher. It was true, your schedule had changed a bit after Scar came home, you worked the mornings that he didn't, and that included the weekends. Clearly this upset the boy, but truly it was a relief for you.

Trent had been rather obsessed with you since you were in undergrad, barely even an adult and he was ogling you even though he was well into his twenties at the time. Now you were well into your twenties, and though he was around Scarlett's age, you found the similar attentions off putting coming from him

"Well, my girlfriend is back in town, and that definitely called for a schedule change.," you relayed dryly while wiping down the bars counter tops, slyly observing the way his jaw harshly clenched as you remind him once again that you're off the market; as if that had ever mattered, because you have shot the man down more times than you honestly care to admit.

"Oh yeah, the actress who spends most of her time far away.," he taunts with a smirk, as if he'd said the funniest thing ever., "Why do you wait around for her, huh?," you scowled at the undetectable insinuation he was making here.

"It's obvious she doesn't care for you like I would.," you physically held back a gag as his misogynistic nature wins out, as if he could ever touch the success your girlfriend has., "She lets you work here in my father's dump; a pretty girl such as yourself deserves to be taken care of Y/N.," the glare you sent his way wasn't much of a deterrent as he just kept digging.

"It's becoming clear to me that she only keeps you around for the sex, it's probably amazing," this time when he ogles you your body lurches., "You deserve so much more than that honey, you deserve to be treated like a queen, and you very well know I can offer it all to you."

"Go to hell Trent.," you tossed your dirty rag at him, then went to brush passed him, but he was quicker than you as he grabbed your arm, trapping your body against the bar with his., "Listen here you ungrateful bitch, I've been more than patient with you, and I'm getting tired of this damn game you're playing, stop."

In your stand off with Trent you never noticed Scarlett settling down at the end of your bar, and so you also didn't see just how swiftly she got back up until she was swiveling the pitiful jerk away from you, and knocking him out cold in one swift punch., "Are you okay my love?"

The eyes and phones of the nosy patrons on you made your skin crawl, Scarlett instantly noticed the anguish on your face, and guided you out of the restaurant and to her Audi Q5.

"Scarlett, what are you doing?," you tried to rush back into the restaurant, the situation now hitting you more clearly, and the fear you felt at losing your job nearly had you in tears.

"Taking you home, and preparing to launch a lawsuit against that entitled fucking pervert and his father, I've always hated the asses."

"I-I can't afford to lose this job Scarlett!"

The fear in your voice startled her enough to put the car back in park, she shifted to look at you, and her heart stuttered at the sight of your shaky hands and accompanying trembling lip.

"What do you mean Y/N? What about the engineering gig, hm?," your lip only wobbled harder., "There is no engineering gig Scar."

"Why have you been lying to me?," your eyes squeezed shut tight as you heard the hurt in her voice., "I-I'm sorry Scar, b-but I didn't want you to know I failed, I've been trying so hard to get a better job, but it never works out."

"Y/N, you're not a failure."

"Aren't I though Scarlett?," her heart broke as you stared at her with teary eyes., "All this schooling under my belt, but I've yet to land even an entry level job. What's wrong with me that I can't even win one of those freaks over?"

Scarlett didn't respond with much, she muttered a simple no, placed a comforting hand on your thigh, and drove off with the windows down and your playlist turned on.

When she made it home she parked her car in the driveway, then she moved swiftly to your side where she pulled you out and directly into her strong arms and kissed your temple., "Not a damn thing is wrong with you my love, the world isn't fair, and no matter how evolved we become misogyny will almost alway win out."

"I can't afford to be unemployed Scarlett, I have to go back and somehow fix this mess."

"No, that's out of the question Y/N, there's no way I'll let them have access to you ever again," her hands delicately brushed the hair from your face as she peered into your eyes with love and worry., "What kind of bills do you have that are making you this stressed baby?"

"I have student loans, a hefty car note, credit card debts and rent.," her eyebrows furrowed., "I just renewed and couldn't buy out my lease."

"Well, consider it all handled my love.," you shook your head and she gently stopped you with her hands on your cheeks., "This isn't healthy, you're running yourself ragged, and I will not have you working with filth anymore."

"But—."

"Listen to mommy now, and let me fix this.," her response was clipped, but with an air of tenderness you desperately swooned into.

In an instant your body gave into her pleas, it was honestly such an easy thing to do after you'd been teetering on the edge of giving in for so long now., "Okay mommy.," she grinned as she leaned in to kiss you languidly., "There we go baby, just let mommy take care of you."

Scarlett quickly guided you to the bedroom where she shed you both of your clothes., "Let's get you cleaned up baby.," she pressed her lips to your shoulder before she lightly began to sway your bodies as the water warmed up, and for the first time in forever you felt at ease.

The warm water streamed down your bodies as she tenderly washed away the remnants of your unfinished shift, and as she ran the loofah over your exposed skin she couldn't stop marveling at the sight of you., "You look so beautiful."

Scarlett's lips upturned as she watched your eyes growing murky, "My pretty little dove," you whimpered as her words spurred your mindlessness on further, her teeth then grazed over your pulse point, causing you to shiver and moan as she bit into the delicate skin.

"Tell mommy what you need.," she husked, and smirked against you when she felt your nails digging into the skin of her shoulders as your hips canted forward of their own accord, "I want all of you mommy: mouth, fingers, cock."

"Such a greedy little thing.," she teased while carefully lowering herself onto her knees., "Taking what she deserves, I love to see it."

Scarlett slightly readjusted your bodies just out of reach of the streaming water as she lined her face up with your glistening cunt to avoid being water boarded as she eagerly ate you out.

Then being the tease she is she lightly kissed your clit, chuckling teasingly as you chased her lips for relief, but alas they were slightly out of reach. Her plump lips had moved down to mark up your lush thighs like she never failed to do. There was a bit more precision in the way she nipped and sucked at the skin today, and deep down in your fuzzy mind you knew she was overcompensating for Trent's words.

No one else would ever have you again, you were hers, and he was a dead man walking.

"Mommy, please.," she smirked as you begged, her tongue slow as it ran over the new mark at the top of your thigh, residing just by where you needed her., "Beg for it baby.," she purred, and continued to place love bites on your lower stomach where a pressure was steadily rising.

"Please, mommy, I need you so bad, it hurts."

"Oh no.," she pouted, looking up at your face through hooded eyes., "I'll fix it my little dove."

Scarlett was growing impatient herself really, the light floral scent of your body wash had been slowly being drowned out by the overpowering scent of your arousal. Without another moment wasted she dipped her head down and ran her tongue over your slit with an accompanying deep moan., "Mmm, so good..."

With your safety in mind she threw one of your legs over her shoulder as an anchor, she placed her hand on your opposite hip, and then dove right on in, using only her tongue, masterfully so, to bring you over the edge in no time at all.

She tenderly lapped up your ever flowing juices while she waited for your body to calm again, once your thigh muscles relaxed she brought two fingers to your pulsing entrance, and as she sucked your sensitive clit between her lips they entered you with anticipated ease.

"Taking my fingers so well little dove.," you clenched hard as she mumbled into you, and the blonde curled her fingers within you as she was met with this new wave of resistance that only really served as a challenge to her to get you to your peak again., "So good for me."

Her pace picked up as you began to move down against her thrusts., "Mommy please, I—.," and with an experimental nip to your clit she had you scratchily screaming her name as immense pleasure coursed throughout you, your upper body was now convulsing as your fluttering walls attempted to hold her fingers captive.

Whimpers left you as she removed her fingers, and even more flew from your lips as she was not stopping her tongues flicking until your entire orgasm was coating her lips and throat. Never one to waste was what she always said when you'd weakly protest, and she stood true in her words as she cleaned you up right now.

Scarlett left her hand on your hip to keep you steady, and with skill she rose up, maneuvering your leg so it was hooked around her hip now. Gentle kisses were littered across your skin as she rose, and as soon as she could kiss you she did. It was heady, and all consuming as your mind focused on the sliding of her tongue over yours, and the way your very essence lingered.

It was only when she felt your warmth smear across her abdomen as your hips reflexively humped against her that she pulled back., "Fuck, mommy loves it when you're desperate like this for her baby, such a beautiful sight."

It wasn't long before your body was colliding with the mattress as Scarlett laid you down. Quick as can be she slipped her end of the strap into her with a husky groan that left you aching for more, walls pulsing around nothing as you waited for her to fill you up like only she could.

A gasp tumbled from her lips as she finally had a chance to take your appearance in, and she was near to her own release as she caught the light reflecting off the metal in your nipples. For the last year she'd subtly hinted at her interest in such a cosmetic change, and in your eagerness to please she was blessed. She knew you had gotten them pierced, she remembers the excited phone call from a few months back, and the corresponding photos that kept her going while she was away from you, but this is her first time actually seeing them in person.

Because contrary to asshats earlier belief, this is the first time since Scarlett's been home that you'd both engaged in such sinful activities.

The urge to fuck you into the mattress had only increased as she took not only the new jewelry in, but all the marks she'd already left on you. You looked positively pretty enough to ruin, still, she held off for the sake of indulging her need to give her attention to your awaiting breasts., "Close your eyes little dove, and no peeking—mommy has a surprise for you."

Scarlett quietly pulled an ice cube from the mini fridge in the bedroom, then she hovered over your body, the heavy red strap settling atop of your slit spurring on a groan from you, spreading your wetness all over her length as she gave a teasing thrust of her hips.

"Shh, let mommy have fun first.," she shushed you, then before you could even think to beg for more she was swirling the ice cube around your nipple., "Oh my god, holy fucking shit.," you had no time to even process the newfound sensation as she was throwing you into the depths of your dizzying arousal as she followed the numbing up with the warmth of her mouth.

Humming in contentment around your nipple only made you cry out for more, so her tongue swirled inquisitively around the metal, and in turn your body was squirming beneath hers., "Mommy loves her present.," she purrs, and begins to kiss across your chest en route to your other breast., "Thank you little dove."

While repeating the process on your other breast her hips began to grind down in search of her own relief, the noises you were making as she stimulated your breasts had her feeling a desperation she needed to quell, and with her strap buried between your thighs was the way.

In an effortless move she lined herself up with your gaping hole, and while biting into the flesh around your nipple she slid into you, she was rewarded with a choked moan, and more of your breast as your back arched off the bed.

Angry red lines now marked the once clear skin of Scarlett's back as you held onto her for dear life, because with every thrust her erect nipples would skim over your overstimulated set, and it was bordering painful, which shockingly only seemed to be turning you on even more. That much was clear to you as you felt your arousal dripping down your ass and onto the sheets.

The pace she set was unrelentingly brutal, the both of you were reduced to panting messes in a short span of time. Her end of the strap was smooth, but yours had ridges to symbolize veins, and with each thrust you could feel them scrape against your innermost sensitive spot., "Feels so good mommy.," you moaned breathily before whining., "Please go harder..."

She buried her face into the crook of your neck, and managed to rut her hips even faster., "Fuck, mommy's so close baby.," her hand slid between your bodies, tweaking and pinching your overtly sensitive nipples, and you shrieked in pleasure., "Cum with me little dove.," she husked while slipping her hand even further to deliver one harsh swipe against your clit that sent your body writhing, and that sight alone caused Scarlett's walls to clench around her end, and with a few fast paced circles to her own bundle she was collapsing as they pulsed.

Soft kisses were left against your neck as the both of you came down from your highs, you were far more gone though so Scarlett got to watch you in awe as hers had faded far faster. Your chest was heaving incredibly fast, and your eyes were hazy, but with the soft caresses from your lover they started to calm and clear.

"Are you okay my love?" you nodded with a dopey smile, then sighed as her lips were pressed to yours in a precious, soft manner.

"I'm going to clean you up baby, then we'll get ready for a night of movies and cuddles, yeah?"

Scarlett's brows furrowed when you frowned and shook your head., "Wanna make you feel good too mommy, wanna taste you, please?"

It warmed her heart to see you so concerned with her pleasure, but truth be told all she wanted in this moment was to hold you close. However, she didn't want to deny you, so she did the next best thing, and pulled out of you. Then she pulled the strap from herself, and tapped your lips with the end that had been inside of her when she came moments prior.

"Go on baby, clean up the mess you made.," you happily obliged, running your tongue over it then moaning as Scarlett's essence coated your tastebuds., "I missed you so much.," you whimpered pitifully, then without a moment's hesitation you took more of the strap into your mouth, sucking the slick silicone with vigor.

Scarlett severely underestimated how arousing watching you clean her slick off of the strap would be, so when a renewed need for relief hit she straddled your thigh, and began to move her cunt against you, spreading her wetness all over your skin while deviously pushing more of the strap down your unsuspecting throat., "Such pretty noises baby, god you're so hot, I just can't get enough of you; you're all mine."

Scarlett saw the tears streaming down your face and it was such a glorious sight, pairing with the sounds of your gagging and she was a goner, her face now thrown into your shoulder as that delightfully familiar coil was tightening.

Scarlett moaned wantonly when your thigh suddenly tensed., "That's a good fucking girl.," she groaned, then she was harshly biting into your shoulder as waves of white hot pleasure coursed throughout her body in droves, you whimpered as the pain of her teeth sinking in enough to draw blood overrode the pleasure of having your throat fucked as she used you.

A satisfied smirk against your skin replaced her teeth, spurring a weak sigh of relief from you, and for her to pull back to see the deep mark., "Mommy's sorry baby.," she gently kissed the angry skin, then her tongue swirled over it to soothe it as best she could for now., "It's okay."

Her soft reassurances were followed by her lips on yours as she haphazardly tossed the strap across the room., "Mommy's got you now."

Her words double meaning weren't lost on you.

The blonde was absolutely spent, but if there was one thing she loved more than railing you senseless it was doting over you right after. After taking a much need breather, with her head resting over your heart so she could hear the exact moment you'd mellowed, she hopped out of bed, and pulled you up to escort you back to the restroom where she left you resting on the toilet with her skincare lines clay mask

While she let the mask set she hurried about the room, discarding the dirtied bedding, and pulling the other set out of the closet to throw into the dryer to ensure maximum comfort. Then she placed an order for Chinese food on her phone, and collected some comfy pajamas.

When she entered the bathroom she found you pouting as best you could with the tightening mask on your face., "Why so glum my love?"

"You were gone too long Scar, I missed you.," you sniffled for emphasis, and she smiled so tenderly you could feel your insecurities melt, and your heart finally settled. This is where you belonged, and you were done fighting that fact.

The blonde straddled your lap as you sat on the toilet so she could properly pamper you, using a damp rag she removed the mask, then she used The Outset's cleanser before finishing your face off with the night and eye creams, and a firm kiss full of all her love to your lips.

She lent you against the doorway as she made quick work of the bed, and as soon as she was done you flopped onto the warm bed with a content expression on your face., "Comfy?"

She giggled when you spread out like a starfish in response, a heavy sigh followed from your lips to emphasize your happiness and she pecked your cheek just as her phone dinged., "Make room for me love, I'll be right back."

"Scarlett, I said I'd bring home the takeout.," you whined pitifully as she reentered the room and she chuckled while settling the bags down on the folding TV trays., "Yeah, and you did.," she winked cheekily, then to prove her point she sloppily kissed your lips, and lo and behold your essence was still present on her plump lips., "This is our dinner my love."

"How much?," she rolled her eyes while facing away from you., "Well, I thought we'd split it, but if you worked up more of an appetite of course you can have an extra portion."

"Scarlett...," she hushed you with a soft glare., "None of that, there'll be no more splitting of costs, if Trent said one thing of substance in his miserable life it was that you deserve to be treated like a queen.," her heart melted as you smiled bashfully., "My queen," she reaffirmed with a possessive grip on your hip and chin, guiding your lips to her to kiss you once more.

"I love you Scarlett.," you nuzzled into her side, and her arm gently draped over your shoulder., "I love you too baby, now open.," you giggled as she raised a spoon full of rice to your lips, and your eyes focused in on the movie she chose.

It wasn't long before the blonde felt your body slumping further into her, so she discarded the containers, turned off the TV, then brushed your teeth in bed since your eyes were droopy. Then with an exaggerated sigh she settled in behind you with her arm wrapped tightly over your midriff as she placed a few feather light kisses to the exposed skin of your neck.

"Sweet dreams my love.," you murmured a soft goodnight in response, and succumbed to the exhaustion., "There'll only be good things to come for you now, my beautiful little dove."

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