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Always There - Chapter Three: S.Snape

Summary: Y/N Potter was left with a baby to care for after her brother and sister-in-law were murdered by Voldemort. One person was there for her, a person she didn’t expect but soon became her comfort person, Severus Snape. During Harry’s third year at Hogwarts and her third year as Herbology professor, a few old friends come around again. Y/N has to handle the feelings of these old friends being around again as well as handle her feelings for a certain potions master all while she tries to hide these things from her godson.

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Pairings: Severus Snape x Female Professor Reader, Potter!Reader x friend!Remus

Chapter Warnings: Female Reader, Potter Reader(No physical description of reader) probably shitty writing, Harry growing up in a loving home, mentions of death and murder, mentions of Azkaban, shittyly written angst, mutual pining, Wormtail, Remus is kinda a dick but redeems himself

Series Warnings: Female Reader, Potter Reader (No physical description of reader) probably shitty writing, OOC Snape, Harry grows up in a loving environment, mentions of death and murder, poorly written angst, Remus is a shitty friend, poorly written pining,

Please let me know how I can improve my writing and being more inclusive to POC as I am whiter than white. Please also let me know if I have to add more to the warnings! My messages are open as well as my asks!

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Author's Note: Please let me know how I can improve or if you find any errors! Correct me, don't be afraid to! I want to improve my writing and become a better writer so any feedback or advise is welcomed!

Word Count: 2968

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To say that Y/N was deeply hurt by her nephew was putting it nicely. It was quickly approaching Christmas, the Potters usually opting to stay at Hogwarts, this year that was still the case, however the aunt and nephew were not on speaking terms. During the holiday, Y/N spent her day in her room, laid up in bed staring into the fire crackling inside the room. She hadn’t even left the room for breakfast, or lunch and now it was close to dinner.

She heard a knock on the door but ignored it, knowing it was probably Severus or Minerva trying to get her to eat again, the two had been switching off checking on her since her argument with Harry. She knew that they were just trying to help but she couldn’t be bothered. The knocking came again, Y/N opening the door with the wave of her hand. She hadn’t turned to look at whoever it was, she didn’t even say a word. Too much was running through her mind, she always tried to run from her thoughts but sometimes she just couldn’t help it.

“Darling, I brought you something to eat. And someone would like to talk to you if you’re up to it,” Severus spoke gently. She still hadn’t acknowledged the man nor the other visitor that joined him. “I don’t think she’s up to it. Maybe another day.” Instead of hearing footsteps leaving, she heard footsteps getting closer, stopping at the edge of her bed. Remus’ scarred face came into view as he sat on the floor next to her bed. 

“C’mon dove, talk to me. Tell me what’s wrong.” Remus was met with no answer, it was like she was in a catatonic state. She wasn’t reacting to anything, everyone was getting so worried that they were about to get madam Pomphrey. “You really think James would want you to act like this?! No, he would want you to talk some sense into Harry! He would want you to get off your ass and do something about it!” Remus was yelling at her at this point.

“Don’t yell at her like that!” Severus snapped at him. 

“Don’t you dare talk about James like that ever again! Don’t tell me how to parent Harry, you lost that privilege when you left!” Y/N screamed at him, shooting up in her bed so she was sitting up. Remus had a smirk on his face, he knew just how to break her when she needed to be broken.

“My work here is done, see you later Snivellus,” Remus said before getting up to leave the room. However, the door slammed shut when he opened it. He turned to see Y/N standing up and stalking her way towards him.

“Don’t you dare talk to him like that ever again or I swear to Merlin your furry little problem will seem miniscule,” Her voice was threatening as was her stance. 

“Okay now dove, relax. It was harmless.”

“I don’t care, I hear that cruel name come out of your mouth ever again, it will be that last thing you ever say.” Severus’ face felt hot, his heart picking up speed, nobody had ever defended him so fiercely in his entire life.

“Let’s go take a walk to calm down a bit, darling. You haven’t been out of bed in a couple days,’ Severus chimed in, it was his attempt to diffuse the situation which seemed to work because she backed away, finding her robe and a pair of slippers and putting them on. Remus had taken this opportunity to leave the room, the pair being left alone like they enjoyed being. The two professors were the kinds of people that tended to like being alone, however, when the two were together they were happy as could be, they enjoyed each other’s company.

Severus escorted her out of her room and led her to the gardens. The air outside was cold but welcoming, snow coating the ground, snowflakes falling sporadically around them. Severus had wanted to know what was going on in her mind so he asked, Y/N answering him truthfully. “The whole thing with Harry was kind of a kickstarter to it. The holidays make it worse though, I know James was a complete ass to you but he was my brother. He was my best friend and it still hurts a lot to not have him around during the holidays, y’know? Christmas was the best time of year for my family when we were kids, everyone would be at the house, Sirius, Peter, Remus, mum and dad would be home and me and James would have a blast. Getting into the firewhiskey and playing stupid muggle games. I miss it,” She rambled.

“You are allowed to miss your brother, you knew the best parts of him whereas I knew the worst parts of him. I want you to know that you can come talk to me whenever, don’t let these things pile up to the point where you don’t get out of bed. I care about you Y/N, quite a lot so I want you to talk to me when you need me, when you just want to say something that comes to your mind, come to me,” Severus replied, his voice had changed, it was almost softer when he was speaking to her. It was almost like if he spoke too loud or too harsh, she would break.

“Did the coldest professor of Hogwarts just admit he cared about me? Who are you and what have you done to my Severus?” She joked, his heart skipping a beat when she said ‘my Severus’. Merlin, did he want to be hers and her his. She took note of the silence and the hint of red on his cheeks, a smirk coming to her face, “Did I just make you blush? Severus Snape can blush?”

“You’re a pest, you know that?”

“Only to you, but that doesn’t answer my question, Severus. Don’t avoid it.”

“No, it’s from the cold, are you happy with that?” Severus asked her, he knew that she knew he was lying. She could read the man like a book but she decided to let it go. The two of them continued their walk, Y/N shivering slightly when a particularly bitter gust of wind blew through them. Without even thinking, Severus took off his cloak and put it around her shoulders. Her heart picking up speed at the action, now it was her turn for her face to get hot.

“Won’t you be cold?” She asked him, concerned, about to take off the cloak. Severus placed his hand on her shoulder stopping her movements, her heart skipping a beat once again at the slightest touch.

“Don’t worry about me darling. I’m okay,” He smiled at her, his heart was warm with the care and concern she showed for him. She was one of the most selfless people he had ever interacted with. As they walked, the pair seemed to get closer and closer together, talking about anything and everything, their hands brushing often, their feet moving in sync. Before their hands could smack into each other again, Severus took her hand in his, gripping her hand firmly but not too tight, she could easily pull her hand away if she wanted. However that was the last thing she wanted to do, instead she squeezed his hand and gripped it just as firmly, much to his enjoyment. 

As they made their way back inside in a comfortable silence, Y/N heard squeaking by her feet, so she looked down. It was Scabbers, Ron Weasley’s pet rat. She stopped in her tracks to avoid stepping on the old rat, bending down and picking him up in her free hand. She got a closer look at the rat and almost dropped him in realization. “Oh my Godric! Peter Pettigrew! Severus, it’s Peter! His animagus was a rat and he looked exactly like this when he transformed!” She exclaimed, holding the rat close to her body no matter how much he wiggled and tried to get free. 

“Are you sure? He’s supposed to be dead and this looks like Weasley’s rat,” Severus replied, trying to talk her off a ledge even though she wasn’t on one. She was sure, 100% sure it was Peter. She gave Severus a look before dragging him to the headmaster’s office, knowing he’d be there. Once they had made it into his office, she presented Dumbledore with the rat.

“Why are you giving me a rat Y/N?” He asked the Potter woman in confusion.

“It’s Peter Pettigrew! Severus, get some veritaserum, please. I need answers,” She replied, her voice filled with desperation. Severus gave Albus a look telling him to go along with it before getting a vial of the truth serum.Although Severus had complete trust in Y/N, she had been through a lot as of late so he was a little unsure, however when, the woman pulled out her wand and gave it a wave at the rat who quickly turned into a man, he was shocked. Him and Dumbledore had a look of surprise on their faces, the potion master’s quickly turning into pride because Y/N stuck to her gut and trusted her instinct.

“Y/N, little Potter, dove, how are you?” Peter rambled as Dumbledore sent an urgent notice to the Minister of Magic. Peter was put into a chair, hands and feet tied to the chair so he couldn’t flee. Remus bursted into the office with the Minister in tow.

“Give him the serum Severus, we have some questions that are needing answers,” Dumbledore spoke. The black haired man walked toward the former rat and forced some of the serum into his mouth and down his throat. They asked a few baseline questions, asking his name, where he had been for the past 12 years.

“Who was the secret keeper for my brother and Lily?” Y/N demanded.

“It was me. Sirius was never secret keeper, James thought it would be too obvious.”

“You sold them out! You were the one who got James and Lily killed! I’m gonna fucking kill you!” She screamed at the man, a pair of arms grabbing her and pulling her away from him.

“Calm down, love, please. We need to get your answers, right? You need to keep calm so you get them,” Severus told her gently, her lips brushing her ear as he spoke, the action making her shiver slightly. She listened to his gentle breathing which acted as a soothing agent to her, keeping her as calm as she could although her heart was racing and being weighed heavy with guilt and betrayal. She felt guilty because for all of these years, she had believed that Sirius had sold out James and Lily when it was really Peter, who was right in front of her for the last three years. She felt betrayed because she had trusted Peter and believed the man to be dead but it turned out that she was wrong about that one. 

“Did Sirius kill those muggles?” Remus asked him.

“No, that was me. I framed him,” Peter admitted. With his answers, the minister deemed Peter Pettigrew a criminal with the sentencing of a dementor’s kiss. He was set to get the kiss in three days' time, for the wait he was to be  put into Azkaban. 

She felt dizzy, as if she couldn’t keep herself on her feet once she saw Peter get taken away, Remus and Albus following behind. The slytherin noticed this and grabbed her at the waist before she could fall. “Love, stay awake, open your eyes, come on,” She heard his voice but he sounded like he was underwater. She looked up at Severus, panicked.

“What’s happening to me? Sev, I’m scared,” She whimpered, Severus's heart breaking at the sound.

“It’s okay love, you’ll be okay. I’ll take you to Poppy, she’ll make you better.” After hearing his voice, she succumbed to the darkness, falling limp in his arms, causing the professor to panic. He picked her up and rushed to the hospital wing, he knew she would be okay. She would be okay.

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Y/N hadn’t woken up until the day before New Year’s Eve, she was unconscious for 5 days. Severus, Harry, and Remus refused to leave her side. Severus had a serious chat with the Potter boy about the way he had treated his aunt as they were waiting for the herbalist to wake up.

“I hope you realize the amount of stress your aunt was under and the distress this childish argument caused her. She cares about you quite a lot Potter, you are the most important person in her life and you hurt her quite deeply. When she wakes, I expect you to fix it, if you don’t you’ll have to deal with me,” Severus explained to the boy he got to watch grow up.

“Yes uncle Sev. I’m sorry,” Harry replied rather guiltily.

“It’s not me you should be apologizing to. And it’s professor Snape when we are on school grounds. Only uncle Sev outside of school.” Harry just nodded and returned to his aunt’s side.

Whilst she was out, they had found Sirius Black and deemed him a free man. Double checking when he agreed to take truth serum in front of a courtroom before he was actually set free. He had yet to visit Y/N, Harry and Remus, unsure of how the two would feel about him after being away from them for 12 years.

When Y/N began stirring, the three wizards got excited, all of them straightening their posture and watching her intently, waiting to see her eyes open. When they finally did, Harry practically threw himself onto his aunt, apologizing profusely, refusing to let go of her. “My boy, I forgive you. You felt betrayed, I understand that. I should’ve told you about Siri to begin with instead of hiding it,” Y/N explained tiredly. She gave her nephew a kiss on the cheek before he sat back on his chair and gave his uncles a chance to say hello to her. Remus was next. “Moony, I’m sorry for acting like such a bitch. You’re still my brother, you always will be.”

“Don’t you dare apologize dove, I deserved it. I left and it wasn’t fair to you, you lost James, Lily, Sirius and me within a few days. I shouldn’t have left and I’m so sorry I didn’t realize it sooner,” Remus explained. She opened her arms wanting a hug from the man which he gladly gave her. Once the two friends released each other, it was time for Severus. Remus and Harry decided to give them a little bit of privacy, leaving the room but peeking into the hospital wing to spy on them. Severus using the muffliato spell he had created so the two couldn’t hear what they were talking about.

“Sev, are you okay? I bet that was a lot for you to witness, huh?” She asked the long haired man.

“I should be asking you that, love. How are you feeling? Do you need anything?” He asked.

“I just need you, can you lay with me so we can talk?” Instead of verbally answering, he did as she asked, laying himself down next to her on the small bed. Because the bed was so small, she had turned on her side, scooting herself closer to him until she could lay her head on his chest, his arm closest to her holding her body close against his side, his fingers tracing absent-minded shapes on her back.

“I’m glad you’re okay,” Severus said, “You gave me quite a scare.”

“I’m sorry, I honestly don’t know how it happened, did Poppy say why I passed out?”

“She said your body was too tired and malnourished to handle that amount of stress so once your adrenaline wore off, you collapsed.” She hummed in response, nuzzling her head into his chest a little more, listening to his heartbeat, it was soothing her and putting her back to sleep. “Still tired love?”

“When did you make that switch?” She questioned out of the blue.

“What switch are you talking about?”

“The switch from darling to love. When did that start?”

“I don’t know, I hadn’t even noticed. Do you want me to stop?”

“No, I quite like it. Now I need a new thing to call you. Maybe handsome? No, how about honey? I like that one, what do you think honey?” She thought out loud. As soon as the term passed her lips, his heart sped up which made her smile at the sound. “Sounds like you like that one,” She teased although her heart, too, sped up when he called her love or if he looked at her a certain way. Instead of him replying to her teasing, he tilted her head up by grasping her chin gently and guiding her to look at him. The two of them hadn’t noticed but they were leaning closer together. As soon as their lips touched, all thoughts and ailments felt like they had melted away. They were just focused on each other, how their lips felt together after pining after one another for so long.

They got interrupted by a black dog jumping onto the bed, growling at Severus and showing its teeth to intimidate him. Because the two were startled apart, Y/N didn’t get a good look at the dog until her heart had stopped racing and the blissful feeling started to fade. She looked into the eyes of the dog before realizing who it was.

“Sirius Orion Black.”

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Saw your Neil Gaiman post and as someone that found comfort in Good Omens (and got hyperfixated on it), I'm finally glad that some people are finally talking about how he isn't that great.

Even as a Fan, GOmens fandom is so...weird. See, in other fandoms people won't give much of a flying f/ck about the authors besides some mild respect or praise, but GOmens praise Neil SO HARD, despite giving off some iffy vibes (that now I understand why, after that big post) Never liked how almost every single POC character in GO has such a minimal role, same with women characters, the fact he's been caught (and that can be easily checked) lying about his ideas surrounding GOmens, the way he went from "Is not a romance, but it can be if you want to" -> "i always wrote it as a love story" also how he went from "There won't be another season because of Terry and because the ideas for the next book were incorporated in the show" -> "It was in 2019 when I finished writing S2 with the ideas I discussed with Terry before he died" and like seriously no one never noticed how much of a clown he his lying and backpedalling all over again again? Then there's how bad rep for fat people Sandman was and instead of accepting criticism he just keeps giving some "vague intelligent answer" and sits and waits for his legion of fans with a parasocial relationship to defend him. But somehow he's treated as a world treasure and a genius with a big brain. And this is less problematic and more petty but I'll be honest. He isn't that much of a good writer anyway? The prose is okay is good, but the worldbuilding and lore and characters is mostly edgy and lacks deepness. His fans seriously want to make a sea out of muddle puddles,,, and that's fair! Is such a big part of fan culture to dig into the smallests of things and make an universe out of a cardbox background character, but please, don't give Neil the credit that he doesn't deserve. And what proves more to me that he isn't that good of a writer, is just...take a look at that mess of a S2 of Good Omens, it was so bad that some people had to THEORIZE that it was bad on purpose. I have such a beef with S2, characters like Muriel, Saraqael and Michael and Maggie and Nina were so heavily promoted and of course everyone was hyped, finally more POC, more disabled characters, and yay, women! And they're lesbians! And and...and hold on, how it is that Muriel didn't do that much at all? How it is that Saraqael after being so hyped BARELY had almost nothing to do, is really that all the disabled rep we got? How is it that Michael and Uriel barely had anything to do and were just background characters again? It just angers me with how with so many fem-presenting characters, and POC and disabled persons cast, they literally add nothing to the series, AND NO ONE EVER TALKS ABOUT IT. Is just this endless praise for Neil and his oh big brain. All praise Neil Gaiman, our lord and saviour of queer people. HOW IT IS, THAT THE TWO LESBIANS HYPED ROMANCE WAS ALL RELATED TO AZIRAPHALE MEDDLING WITH THEM TRYING TO SHIP THEM? And it also was bad, very badly done, is really this the women representation we got, seriously??? Talking about misleading advertising.

S2 was such such a mess, it just shows how much Good Omens needed Terry to be, well, Good Omens. I really suspect Neil stole ideas from the fandom because S2 was just a trainwreck of all the fanfic tropes you could find in GO fandom and is almost disrespectful to Terry's work in Good Omens, and I don't care for how much Neil makes his friendship with Terry as a pity party and as a "it gives me so much joy, Terry would be so happy", because seriously it's almost manipulative. Talking about Manipulative. His meddling with fandom is starting to feel unprofessional, but this ask is already long... Sorry lmao, something on me snapped after getting finally the solid evidence that Neil .Is. Not. Great

Oh he’s always been completely unprofessional but since he types in a mixture of corporate-speak and “cool dad” talk his fanbase doesn’t notice.

Here’s the thing about Neil, he’s both petty and extremely insincere. People criticized lolicon sin his presence and he was so offended on the behalf of weirdos who pleasure themselves to Hentai depicting child molestation that he wrote a several paragraph long response dismissing simulated child pornography as simply being “icky speech” that should be protected by the sacred American constitution despite, you know, the fact he’s not even American so his weird obsession with the first amendment and only ever really bringing it up to defend simulated child porn is and always has been suspicious.

As for his backpedalling, the man sees $$$$ and just goes for anything he can find to make more. People love to say “oh but he donates tens of thousands to charity!” yeah, usually to HIS charity for bailing out pedophiles. With funds typically out of the wallets of his fans due to fundraising it rather than coming out of his own checkbook so it’s not exactly a charitable action as much as it’s an empty gesture. And frankly he almost certainly just does it for tax benefits if we’re going to be honest here. He continued good omens because it would make money and generate more attention towards him and he’d be the brave hero who brought back show that did well. That’s it.

He’s just discount, off-brand Elon. Rich white man who thinks he’s gods gift to man despite bumbling through even the most basic concepts because his fans would walk into traffic blindfolded to defend him from even the mildest of criticism.

People on here just like him because they’re starstruck that a creator of a popular IP is active on this site and because he produces media that’s adapted with white middle aged twinks who are dubiously romantically affiliated.

#How was his weird comments complaining about people calling the main characters gay not the end for him #’oh they’re played by male actors and in love but it’s NOT GAY because they Uhm have no gender and also no genitals so they don’t have sex’ #there’s nothing wrong with writing the characters that way #but it’s very weird to make a major fuss because you think ‘gay’ only means two cis men boinking #and frankly his protests read more like he wasn’t actually comfortable with the idea of showing two male presenting characters #in an intimate manner #and the weird language he sometimes uses to describe characters in his writing really makes me thing I’m right about that

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Steel Magnolia

Ch 1| I don't mix business and pleasure

Pairing| Soap x Honey Rating| Eventual Smut Word Count| 1.4k Content/Warnings| The author is an American attempting to write a Scottish accent (I'm still dialing it in, RIP. If any of my readers are Scottish and wanna beta hmu lmao). Honey is one of those Reader/OC hybrid characters where it is established she is a southern American, plus sized nurse who is on the shorter side but has no other physical descriptors and should read as POC friendly (if I miss something, lemme know!) I have been wanting to write this for a hot minute and always was going to have the dialogue "I'm going to marry her", so seeing @glitterypirateduck have "I'm going to marry you" as one of the prompt options for Soap It Up pretty much solidified that I needed to have my first chapter for Steel Magnolia line up for the challenge!

This chapter is SFW but I am an MDNI account

Soap has an ever mounting suspicion that these blood drives are just an excuse to give the baby nurses more practice sticking people.

Like many in the military, he doesn’t consider himself a hard stick. All the time in the gym paired with a routine schedule on base, he and many other soldiers typically get nurses drooling over his veins like the weird little vampires that they are.

Lucky him- he’s got one of the FNGs, a skittish mess who seems terrified if he looks at her too long even though she’s the one with the damn 17g needle and he’s the one that’s got to sit there and take it.

A group of soldiers on the way out had been bitching and moaning about how the charge nurse was a raging cunt, and given how those soldiers were Americans, that has a bit more teeth to it than coming from someone more local. 

He’s not entirely positive which one of the nurses is the alleged fire breathing dragon, but it’s fairly obvious which are the more senior nurses. Which only further reinforces his suspicions about being used as a pin cushion.

Soap’s a model patient as she scrubs his arm with the antiseptic. Even though he’s had worse happen in the line of duty, he still isn’t a fan of having a needle shoved into his arm. 

He sits like a statue as she ties the tourniquet around his arm. Takes a sharp inhale and lets it out as she goes to stick him.

There’s no flashback, and the needle bites. 

Fucking great. 

He and the FNG both stare at the butterfly like the flashback will magically appear, Soap flexing his fingers in an attempt to alleviate the discomfort in his arm despite the logical part of his brain knowing that’s not how it works. 

What the hell. 

“‘S supposed to be stinging like that, nurse?” He asks, really as a prompt to make her do something to reposition the needle. He’s mindful of his tone. 

The FNG blanches, like his words have dragged her back to the world of the living. She pulls the needle back before advancing forward again.

Nothing, again, but the bite from the needle stings even worse this time and he doesn’t totally manage to stifle the pained hiss that escapes.

Her nerves seem totally shot at this point, like she’s bracing for Soap to snap at her before turning in search of one of the more experienced nurses (which, in his defense, Soap does not believe he’s done anything to warrant that response). “Honey? Can I borrow you for a second?”

The nurse in question turns her head at the sound of her name and suddenly Soap is not at all concerned about the sting in his arm.

He can’t help that he’s got a type and it’s impossible to miss how she checks all the boxes appearance wise. He’s always been a sucker for a pretty face and a wide ass; given that Honey had been facing away from them, he’s got an excellent view of both when she reacts to her name being called. What can he say? He’s always had a soft spot for big soft girls 

As she strides towards Soap and the FNG, he can tell by the look on her face that she’s already trying to judge the situation.

Maybe this is the nurse that got the American soldiers riled up (perhaps they had riled her up by snapping at the skittish FNG- all conjecture, but seems plausible enough to him). She’s more than welcome to give Soap that sharp eyed, cutting expression whenever. 

Christ he hasn’t even said a word to her and he’s already got it bad.

“What’s up?” Honey asks and Soap thinks he hears a southern drawl but the two words aren’t entirely enough to confirm that theory. Definitely American though. 

“His vein keeps rolling and I can’t get it. I don’t want to go fishing, can you get it?”

“Well I can always try,” she answers before reaching up for the station behind them for sanitizer and gloves. Definitely southern. 

“Scooch,” she kindly instructs the FNG before stepping into her place beside Soap.

He knows he’s staring (there’s also a part of him keyed in to the fact that Ghost is watching from the next chair over) and he needs to act like a normal fucking person. 

“I’m Honey, I’m one of the nurses. Let’s see if we can’t get this needle where it’s supposed to be, hm?” She introduces herself before feeling on his arm, the FNG hovering over her. 

“Sounds like a plan tae me, bonnie,” Soap says, deciding immediately that he could happily listen to her talk for hours. 

Her attention shifts to the FNG, and given how she’s got a hold of the wings of the needle he decides to let her work in peace. 

“See how I've got these fingers placed like this? You wanna make sure you’ve got it anchored good so it doesn’t roll on ya,” she instructs while positioning herself. 

“Then we’ll just pull back and adjust the angle real quick and-“ To her credit, he can barely feel the needle moving as she slides the bevel right where it's supposed to be, “there. Good flashback. Check it and hook him up.”

Clearly she managed to get the needle placed as his blood damn near shoots down the tubing when they let up on the twist to check it. 

“Alrighty then,” she pauses, eyes flicking to where his name is on the screen before reading it out, “Sergeant MacTavish, you are ready to roll.”

He decides immediately he likes hearing her say his name and wants to hear it again. 

“My friends call me Soap,” he informs her, sensing she’s likely going to wander off and wanting to continue the conversation.

The snort that escapes her is adorable. “How on earth did you end up with that as a nickname?”

It’s a question he often gets when he introduces himself. Soap is such a funny name and it’s all fun and games until he tells people “It’s cause Ah clean house.”

Of course, he’s learned to be very deliberate in how he announces that tidbit, and he’s mindful of it now. Gotta be careful when pointing out that he’s good at eliminating an obstacle. Usually giving his best smile and a disproportionately bright tone helps deflect from the implication of his answer. 

Her expression quickly morphs to one of fair enough, although he’s still not quite ready to end the conversation and prompts her to keep talking. 

“Assumin’ Honey’s not yer government name, how’d ye get that for a nickname?”

One of her eyebrows quirks up, and Soap finds himself holding his breath as she’s obviously assessing him. But he knows he’s a good looking fellow so naturally assumes she’s impressed with what she sees. 

“Depends who you ask,” she answers cryptically. “Some will tell you it’s because I'm so sweet when the mood strikes,” Steaming Jesus he really could listen to her drawl for hours “and others will tell you it’s short for honeybadger. Depends on how I’m feeling, really.”

Welp, that’s it. He’s officially in love.

The FNG has him hooked and going as his blood drains, although Soap’s attention remains solely on Honey. 

“What time does yer shift end?” He’s always dived head first for what he wants- and he is completely unashamed of how much he wants her despite not knowing she existed 15 minutes ago. 

In an instant the pleasant not-quite-flirty tone disappears as her face slips into a more neutral expression, and Soap can feel the rejection coming before she opens her mouth and he just wants to know why when she was fine bantering with him a moment ago. 

“Sorry soldier boy, I don’t mix business and pleasure.” She states simply before standing to leave. 

Well isn’t this a shit situation for him. Given he’s tethered by the needle in his arm, it’s not like he has much choice but to watch her leave (although- if he’s being completely honest it’s not like he’s really complaining about getting to watch those hips move as she walks).

It’s not even like he’s an admit, for fuck’s sake, but Soap also isn’t a feral animal who’s going to yell across the room to get a pretty girl’s attention. He’ll get an opportunity to make his case. 

“Oof, shut down,” Gaz ribs from one side, with Ghost incredulously chiming in with a “Whomp whomp,”  at how Honey had so firmly brushed him off. 

“Oh please. A’m going tae marry her.” Soap asserts wistfully. 

“I’m no expert in women, Johnny,” Ghost starts and Soap just knows he’s not going to like what comes next, “but I’m pretty sure you need to get her to agree to drinks first.”

“Fair enough, LT.”

Age in bio/pinned or I will block you ♡

#Soapitup #john soap mactavish #John soap mactavish x reader #soap x reader #x chubby reader #x fat reader #cod x reader #soap x honey #honey(badger) #my writing

[boxofbonesfic]

"why am i even bothering to write and post anything at all?"

"ngl that makes me not want to post anymore lmfao"

Because you have people reading???? Like tf? I'm not trying to be rude, but while you are lamenting over racist people not reading your work (as are other writers that I follow) don't forget about the people who do engage, read, comment, send ask, gently requesting updates to stories because writers get pissed off if updates are demanded, and champion your writing. Some of us actively searched for black writers and stories.

I understand wanting a lot of engagements, I do, but I'm starting to feel shafted as a reader who is doing all the things these writers ask for and yet read these posts in which the writers threatened to quit writing fics because there's only 100 notes. Have you looked through the notes? Do you not see familiar usernames over and over again? So it's not many of us, and that is truly unfortunate, but the group is loyal. Stray words and so many others have already left.

Just like you're feeling unappreciated as a writer, I'm feeling unappreciated as a reader because yall (poc writers) essentially tell me there is nothing more that I can do to make you feel wanted enough to stay.

I'm sorry you feel like this, but the reality is that we're black. Whether in real life or digital, this is how the world treats us. We will have to work harder for less. It shouldn't be like this, but life aint been fair to us for centuries now. I do what you ask, so I ask that you focus on the small group of us that follow your writing through.

…i’m sorry that people sending me racist asks effects me? i’m human, too? i’m a person too? like i’m not made of stone, people being cruel to me does hurt me, it does leave lasting effects on my mental health? i didn’t threaten to quit writing, i talked about how that ask, combined with my ever decreasing engagement made me feel.

of course i look through my notes. conversely, do you see me responding to comments? asks? i’ve posted several times now about trying to commit to a more regular update schedule, about finishing my outstanding work. have you not seen any of that? i’m not leaving, but am i not allowed to speak on my experience? i’ve been back a week, and i’m already getting racist anons.

chastising me for being human and feeling a way when people are cruel to me is not how you get consistent updates, nor is it how you encourage me to stick it out. just because that’s the reality doesn’t make it right, and it doesn’t make it easier as a black content creator. i’m trying to be here, to update consistently, to be the change i want to see, but it is fucking hard, it is painful, and i’m sorry that you don’t like hearing that. feel free to follow my library blog to avoid it, i only reblog updates and new work there.

we have a saying in Jamaica: “pressure bust pipe”. i’m sorry black authors have been dropping like flies, but we are people. how much are we supposed to take without saying anything? i really don’t know what else to say other than that i’m trying.

sorry.

#ask the bones #hey nonny nonny ho ho #voice from the bones

[patiann345]

I'm flabbergasted, I'm shocked, I'm disappointed, and frankly? I'm indignant.

In a series with so, so very little in terms of representation in canon, a series that had what I THOUGHT was 2-3 confirmed POC (we'll get to that 2-3 bit btw), 1 Jewish man, a handful of women who's writing is hit-or-miss, and no queer characters because according to one of the creators "their identities don't matter"... (Tell that to the straight characters like Henry, Thomas, Allison, Susie, Linda who's not even a character and didn't need to exist in the first place-)

Preview for that graphic novel dropped! Spoilers!!

Norman Polk is white.

I'm. astonished. For the record, because I know someone will likely bring it up, I am aware that there was never a point in the series where it was ever actually confirmed that Norman was a black man. But it was very much the consensus for most people that he was coded to be POC. To see this is just.. it's disheartening.

Dreams Come to Life seemingly (egg on my face for thinking Norman was black ig???) had 3 POC characters; Norman, Thomas, and Jacob. This was... maybe changed to 2 later on, as JDS went back on coding Thomas as a black man (an announcement they made in a Discord server of all things?? Never publically???) which they may have gone back on again later since the wiki (not official, for the record) recognizes him as black.

3 characters, and we're now down to possibly one; I say possibly because it depends on how Thomas is represented in this book. If he's black, we've got 2. If he's white?

One. One character who's never made an appearance in the games; only in spinoff material in a book. One.

In the simplest way I can put it, I'm upset. There's lots more I can talk about here; how I think this opening is a disservice and bastardization of the original writing for cutting so much out, how while it can look worse (I've read a good handful of fnaf books I KNOW it can look worse) I can't say it really looks any good, how Buddy looks like he's 12, how the yellows are garish and piss-looking. But what has me the most upset is Norman, because he was 1 of 2-3 POC characters, out of a cast of dozens upon dozens. And sure, there could be more. But we only had 3 confirmed. Maybe 2.

And now we may be down to one.

I actually spoke with my partner a few nights ago about how nervous I was about the graphic novel. Because of how the cover looked, I wasn't expecting anything great. But I knew there was a chance they'd double down and be like 'Nope, actually Thomas is white, always was' I was anticipating that, and I still am. And I looked at them and told them something roughly along the lines of- "I can live with them making Thomas white, cause of them trying to back-peddle once, I wouldn't be surprised, but I don't know how I'd handle them whitewashing Norman."

I still don't know how to handle it. To say I'm disappointed is an understatement. People have done amazing designs of Norman for AUs and personal headcanons. Hell, all the staff really. And a majority of them, you'll find, are black. Almost everyone thought he was black. Not this pale Afton knock-off (seriously his hair looks greasy as hell, I know it's a stylization of the lighting but it looks gross)

I'm just throwing my thoughts out here for anyone who cares. Maybe most people won't mind, and fine. Again, it wasn't stated, it was seemingly coding, but clearly, we were wrong because he's paler than the fucking moon. But this is upsetting. This is genuinely upsetting to see. We have so little rep in this series, and the number is somehow dwindling.

What. the Fuck.

#Norman Polk #Batim #Dreams come to life #Bendy and the ink machine #bendy and the dark revival #boris and the dark survival #bendy dctl #dctl #bendy the cage #bendy: the cage #Bendy: lone wolf #Bendy lone wolf #sure we'll add those too #I'm. god I don't even know what more I can say #words can't express the disappointment #Roddy rambles

[bbygirl-obi]

Hello, I just wanted to say I appreciate your detailed and thoughtful response to my reply. I do think I accidentally fell into an ongoing discourse I'm not really familiar with so I'm taking responsibility for that miscommunication/misunderstanding on my part. I in no way ever meant to imply, nor do I believe, that the genocide on the Jedi is anything other than a tragedy. Even if people have faults that never justifies violence. I'm very sorry that was not clear. I don't identify as an anti and I am chill with the Jedi. Lots of things you wrote about are reasons I like the Jedi and SW in general.

Since it seems I've caused harm I don't really see value in me trying to "defend" where I was coming from but I might be wrong, I'm not sure. The interpersonal relationship section of DBT has always been the hardest for me to grasp and I think that's really showing right now. So, sincere apologies again for my miscommunication.

(This ask is in reference to this post)

Hi, thank you so much for reaching out! I was a bit heated when writing that response, so kudos to you for not getting defensive and for hearing me out. I do really appreciate it. I'd love to help you understand a bit more why this hit me so hard, especially since this was unintentional on your part. There are three things that I think are important to understand here. I'll talk about them below.

1. There's kind of always been a worrying amount of racism, sexism, and anti-Semitism that's baked into big parts of the Star Wars fandom. It's unfortunate, but it's there. Many of the women and/or PoC characters/actors have experienced awful slews of online hate throughout the course of the franchise, specifically for being women and/or PoC. Ahsoka, Reva, Rey, Finn, Rose... the list goes on and on. There are also communities of fascists or incels who use the Empire as inspiration porn. These groups do not make up the entirety of this fandom, but they are a very loud part of it. AND their influence extends beyond their circles into the rest of the fandom, in the form of things that other people with privilege do not always register as bigotry.

2. Star Wars is unfortunately one of those fandoms where a lot of the discourse tends to step on the toes of real-life cultures. As I mentioned, the Jedi are based heavily off of Buddhist culture (George Lucas has been very explicit about this), and the targeted genocide is very similar to the real world's Holocaust. The rise of the Empire is pretty directly based off of the rise of Nazi Germany, to the point of the Empire's aesthetic being based off of the Nazis and Palpatine's rise to power directly paralleling Hitler's. Because the real-life connections are both significant and explicit, Star Wars intersects with the real world a lot more than other fictional or sci fi franchises do. There's a greater burden on members of fandom to investigate things before speaking on them as a result.

3. There are a lot of fandom misconceptions about the Jedi, including that they stole children, that they erased cultures, and that they were emotional, unfeeling people with no relationships. There are also a lot of sentiments that the Jedi were at fault for, or deserved, what happened to them (either because it was "balance" or because they created the man who genocided them). Some people arrive at these conclusions because of the racism mentioned in #1 intersecting with the non-white cultural influences mentioned in #2. Some people arrive at these conclusions because they see it elsewhere in fandom (from group #1), and don't recognize the dogwhistles because they aren't familiar with the cultures being trodden upon.

So when someone says the kinds of things you said in your post:

Jedi children are "stolen from their homes and raised devoid of their culture and families"

All Jedi initiation "traumatizes their subjects"

"Attachments are human relationships and…are integral to mental health"

All Jedi "have absolutely nowhere to turn to for comfort"

"The Jedi order is more akin to a cult"

The Jedi "sterilize" and "manipulate" DBT and force their practices upon their members as "the one true way to live"

The Jedi are "about eradicating big emotions"

Their "goal [is] indoctrinating the children they stole"

"Anakin is the direct product of their failure"

Sure, the first thing that jumps out is the misinformation. But since almost everything you're critiquing about the Jedi is something that also exists in Buddhism, you are simultaneously deriding Buddhism as something that is detrimental to mental health, that provides no support network to anyone, that is sterile and emotionless, and that is a form of indoctrination.

The paternalistic idea that Buddhists were victims of backwards, harmful cults, and needed to be "saved" from their own culture by white people, is both old and insidious. These are things that have been said about Buddhism with the intention of painting it as stupid and even harmful, so that white people could justify oppressing both Buddhism as a religion and the PoC cultures who originated and practiced it. This is still used today as a justifier for modern-day forms of racism, but it's also been used for centuries as a justification for the colonization of entire countries.

I've discussed the genocide aspect in my other post, but I'll just reiterate that the sentiment "the Jedi are not to blame for their genocide" cannot coexist with the sentiment "Anakin, the perpetrator of said genocide, is the direct product of the Jedi." The idea from your tags that the Jedi "killed" Anakin is also a tricky one, since the idea that Anakin's death was Vader's creation is a popular fandom trope turned canon with the "you didn't kill Anakin Skywalker, I did" line in the Obi-Wan Kenobi series, and to say the Jedi killed Anakin is therefore to say the Jedi created Vader, their genocider.

I guess part of me also wonders why, even if it is true (I think it isn't, but people can and do disagree), it's relevant to bring up under the type of post I made. Take the example of a school shooting. People have died, children have died, a member of their community has betrayed them, and the community is hurt and grieving. Let's say someone makes a post celebrating the community, celebrating how kind and supportive they are to one another. And let's say someone decides to comment below that post saying that the other kids in the school were mean to the shooter. Even if it were true, I hope this example helps illustrate how (1) it comes across as excusing the shooter's actions, and how (2) that sentiment is just so incredibly tone-deaf and victim-blamey. That's kind of how it feels to have someone comment these misinformed things (of racist origin, even if they are not of conscious racist intent) below a post that I made celebrating the practices of a culture that was genocided. It's neither the time nor the place.

And remember what I said in point #3, about how people arrive at these conclusions one of two ways? When I read stuff like this, it's really hard to tell which of the two groups a person falls into. It's hard to tell if the coded racism is simply going unnoticed, or if it's there intentionally. But it's there, regardless. And in my experience, the hidden or unintentional racism can be the most dangerous, because people will often get defensive and gaslight the hell out of you when you try to call it out. Thanks for not doing that, but you're unfortunately the minority.

So when people say these things, I usually have to assume that they are not a safe person. Because like I said: Whether or not the racism was deliberate, it was still there. You might have not originated these ideas, but you were willing to accept them without investigating further, to adopt them as your own, and to spread them further online. I think there's something to unpack there for you. Some great next steps would include doing research into the following topics:

The nuclear family and how it ties to white supremacy and homophobia (this gives context for the institutional aversion to the Jedi's form of community; you can find an article by a Black man about this here)

The American Jewish Committee's resources on identifying subtle or hidden forms of anti-Semitism (this gives context to how seemingly innocuous statements can have very problematic histories; you can find it here)

The phenomenon of "Holocaust Distortion" (a real-life example of how harmful it is to distort facts to place greater blame on the victims of genocide; you can find an article from the Holocaust Remembrance Alliance about it here)

The history of Buddhist groups suffering religious persecution (this gives context for ways in which the religion has been deliberately misrepresented for the purpose of harming Buddhists; Wikipedia is a great place to start, here's an introductory link)

The colonization and oppression of countries with large Buddhist populations (this gives context for the global racism I mentioned; look into the countries of Japan, Cambodia, China, India, Vietnam, etc.)

Though there can also be room for excitement, not just depressing homework, because it seems there's a lot of great stuff about the Jedi (and Buddhism) that you didn't know about, and now you get to learn all about it!

#like this is good news i guess because the things you were mad at the jedi for doing aren't things they actually did? #but also... the fact that these are word-for-word irl racist ideas should be more obvious to you & if it isn't it's a sign you need to lear #i appreciate the willingness to learn and i do appreciate the apology! #ask #asks #answered #jedi #jedi order #jedi council #jedi culture #pro jedi #jedi appreciation #in defense of the jedi #anakin skywalker #anakin #order 66 #tw genocide #tw holocaust #tw hitler #genocide #holocaust #hitler

[enby-jellyfish]

Appreciating the Little Things

Loki x GN!Reader (POC friendly)

Pronouns: you/they/them

Summary: In an easier time, decades before his brother was cast out to Midgard, Loki was in love. The subject of his affection has an eye for the littler things, like bugs. The adolescent prince does not understand their fascination.

Warnings: Bugs, fluff, Loki and Reader being cringey teenagers, bad writing (I am cringe but I am free)

Word Count: 656

A/N: This is my first fic ever! Loki was the first character I ever read a fanfiction about, so I felt it only right that he be the first I write about. English is not my first language, so please be kind.

It is a beautiful spring morning. You can feel the sun softly caressing your skin, hear the birds singing their songs of love to each other, and admire all the beautiful blooming flowers of the palace gardens.

The perfect day to go bug hunting.

Your life has been very busy as of late. This has mainly been due to your betrothal to the infamous second born prince. The choosing of fabrics, foods and flowers has been very draining. Planning a royal wedding is a lot more work than you were anticipating, so you could really use a small break before getting back to your duties.

As you sit in the grass, amongst the wildflowers, looking for the small subjects of your interest, your brooding betrothed, who usually spends his time somewhere dark and quiet with a book in hand, has also made the decision to come outside.

Loki enters the palace gardens. He looks around and sees you sitting hunched over in the grass.

"Did they drop something? Are they hurt?" He thought whilst walking over.

"What are you doing?" He asks, making you jump.

"Oh, Loki!" You exclaim, trying to compose yourself. "You startled me!"

He suppresses a smile. "My deepest apologies, darling." He says, putting his hand up in mock surrender.

You roll your eyes at him, redirecting your attention back to the beetle you've been attempting to identify.

"What are you doing?" He asks again.

"I'm looking at bugs." You say, not taking your eyes off the task at hand.

"Well, why would you do that?" He puts his hands on his hips.

"Because I like it, it calms my currently restless mind. They're such fascinating little creatures, don't you think?" You say softly, your mind occupied by the insect crawling over your hand.

"Not particularly."

You shoot him an annoyed look and playfully hit his leg.

"Be nice! Here, just look." You gesture to the insect you're cradling in your palm.

"I am!" He attempts to defend himself.

You roll your eyes again, a motion you seem to be doing more and more, the more time you spend with Loki. You pull him down to sit next to you.

You hold your beetle up again, continuing to rant about the intricacies of insects and their importance.

Loki hums noncommittally, looking at you instead of the beetle, admiring the way your eyes light up when you talk.

"A rose chafer."

Confused you stop your ranting and look at him. "What?"

"The beetle you were trying to identify, it is a rose chafer."

You sit up and look at him in disbelief. "Now, how do you know that? A few moments ago you didn't care for bugs."

He sighs, fighting back a smile. He starts picking at the skin of the palm laying in his lap.

"I... I might have found an entomology book in the library. I started studying it after our courtship started."

You grin at him. "Careful my dear prince, if you're not careful I might start thinking my affections for you are reciprocated."

He blushes as you grab his hand and kiss his cheek.

You smile lovingly at each other, a feeling of mutual love and understanding washing over the both of you.

He gently brushes his hand over your cheekbone. "As much as I would love to spend the whole day in the dirt with you darling, we really should get back to the palace." He says, attempting to sound teasingly but not quite succeeding.

You decide not to comment on his sudden softness this time and sigh. "Yes, we probably should. I love your mother, but she would kill the both of us if we were late to the preparations for our own wedding." You say getting up, brushing off your clothes.

Loki smiles at the mention of his mother and gets up as well, offering you his arm.

"I don't doubt that for a second, my love."

Masterlist

Thank you for reading <3

#loki x reader #loki laufeyson x reader #marvel x reader #marvel cinematic universe x reader #mcu x reader #fanfiction #fanfic #x reader #reader insert #my writing

[rawliverandgoronspice]

Actually, sorry, I still don't see why TOTK is imperialistic. The imperialistic one does seem to be Ganon in his greed to conquer. I'm not saying I doubt your argumentsz just... Could you help me understand that?

Hey, yes! No problem at all. If that's okay with you, I'll compile my arguments in a series of links where I reply to previous asks.

Again, I want to reiterate that I don't think what we see in-game is secretely an imperialistic story about Rauru being a bad guy. We can speculate all we want, but there is no evidence in-world for Ganondorf to be anything other than a horrible baddie. My point is not that Ganondorf is secretely misunderstood in TotK, but that I believe Nintendo should have constructed its storytelling in a way that avoided falling into very loaded narrative patterns with real-life imperialistic echoes, and I am criticizing that they didn't try to deliver a version of Hyrule that gracefully accepted its own history, its influence over the world and its inherent moral grayness, instead of nervously scrubbing itself of substance out of fear of its own legacy.

This is the big one, that addresses the game's framing and why I think TotK's version of Hyrule parallels imperialist narrative movements.

This one talks about my problem with Rauru's character writing and what doesn't land for me.

This one is about why I don't think Nintendo is cackling about that good imperialist story they did, that it was probably accidental but still worth mentioning.

And this one, which I assume is the previous ask you sent me, adresses why I think saying that the zonais (and Sonia) are also PoC-coded kind of misses the point in my opinion.

Hope this clarifies my argument! I feel like, as the conversation matures in the fandom, this specific position (not talking for anyone else but me here) is getting kind of warped into something that it's not, or being conflated with the way people are creatively invested in the characters, which, while I certainly won't deny one obviously feeds off the other as far as I'm concerned*, are two separate things.

Again, it's completely fine to disagree! Or to agree and not be put off (everyone stop feeling guilty over the rare joy we manage to catch mid-flight --we can critique media without demanding people to Feel Bad as a result of the conclusions): it's a really fun game and I did play over a hundred hours! But I think the conversation is at least worth considering in a way that isn't caricatured as its weaker arguements.

*(to be very transparent so my own position is crystal clear, and it helps people making up their own mind: Ganondorf touches me as a character because of the way he inherently tries to fight against the limitations Hyrule/The Goddesses/the fiction itself try to force upon him --to devastating and unproductive results-- so the more his own canon tries to flatten him and the more poignant his character becomes to me. Won't deny that! It's this exact realization that made me spiral into hyperfocus to begin with --I am deeply touched by themes of tragic ambition and the impossibility of meaningful rebellion while STILL willingly burning everything down for the sake of refusing your place in the universe, even when the only thing accomplished by the end was the unflinching expression of your agency as well as General Suffering. So of course he would just catch me by the throat like that, that bastard. That being said, I don't think TotK Ganondorf (or any Ganondorf tbh) is a poor little meow meow, especially not in this game's canon where he is *obviously* nothing more than a threat to be stumped and doesn't ever meaningfully oppose you ideologically, which is kind of my problem. Even OoT Ganondorf, simplistic as he may be, questions Hyrule's inherent stability, inevitability and glory in many, many ways. Here's another, final post about why I liked the gerudos better in OoT despite All of The Problems, that partially addresses this exact point!)

#asks #thoughts #totk #totk critical #totk spoilers #ganondorf #rauru #when will my brain return from the imprisoning war.... #thanks for the ask! #it actually allowed me to rassemble my points in a more digestible way so it's pretty neat #I feel like I forgot a couple of posts so maybe I'll add stuff back later #again while I think I'm right because I mean... I wouldn't invest that much typewriting in the whole thing otherwise #I'm completely fine with counterpoints and cordial disagreements #(as long as the counterpoints are not like huge mischaracterizations or understand that... I'm talking about the narrative framing) #(not the reality of Hyrule itself) #(I don't care about Hyrule itself it's not real!!!) #((I mean I care deeply but you understand me))

[ladinthehat]

I literally can't fall asleep because I remembered Wayhaven exists, and I am going to make this a problem not only for myself, but anyone else who sees this post as well. I don't even write posts but I really need to throw my thoughts out somewhere lmao

Warning: spoilers for every TWC book, what did you expect. Also talks about mommy/daddy issues and some mentions of harmful stereotypes about POC, both in media and real life. ALSO probably lots of mistakes and rambling, it's literally 3 am give me a break

Wayhaven is such a promising series of books that fell so flat with book 3, even though some could argue there were already issues popping up in book 2. I, personally, enjoyed it just as much as the first one, but that's up to anyone's opinion. Hold on, this deserves a whole list.

My personal and biggest gripe, MC's relationship with their mom. To write something so complex and then chuck it down to two choices (the choices being "forgive your mom" or "don't forgive your mom and everyone will make you feel like a piece of shit") feels so disappointing, especially if you consider what people with parental issues usually deal with irl. Of course there are people who choose to forgive their parent or not, but more often than not (and, as a result of that, what feels most realistic to write in a book) they end up somewhere in-between - it's a bittersweet relationship which you can either choose to continue or not, but the past memories and missed childhood can't just be forgotten and thrown under the rug. That's what MC's relationship with Rebecca could've been, too: a *complex* relationship that can either continue or get cut off completely, and it's a choice that should be respected, because a child that has been neglected has the full right to not trust their willingly neglectful parent again. And to some degree the author does try to achieve it, but in the end you will still have only two choices. And also, in Wayhaven you can literally feel what option author considers to be correct and not choosing that gets you punished severely, e.g. the carnival situation and every dialogue where you choose to not be cordial with Rebecca (the author never forgets to mention how you made everyone feel terrible. "Congrats you piece of shit, you ruined everything because you just can't accept that your mom wants to be buddy buddy again, ugh.") This pattern of turning complex situations into only having yes/no answers, with a negative choice having severe punishments, is such a recurring pattern throughout the whole book series that at this point it feels like a feature that I just didn't get (e.g you don't even get a choice if you want to join the agency or not, you just do, because that's the correct option). Also, I don't believe that literally no one, not even MC's best friends or partner, would try to see their side or god forbid agree with MC cutting contact with Rebecca.

You can literally feel that N and A are supposed to be the star children of TWC. While it was less obvious in book 1, it can't be ignored anymore in books 2 and 3. It does feel even more weird because M and F have the darkest complexions out of the cast, and are depicted as overtly sexual/flirty for absolutely no reason, to the point that sometimes it literally contradicts what the author established about the characters before (M can't handle most fabrics touching their skin and can't eat food because the taste of anything is too much for them, what do you mean they are hypersexual?? isn't sex one of the most stimulating things you can do that can literally be too much for a lot of people that don't even struggle with overstimulation on a daily basis??), but it doesn't feel appropriate to say too much on this issue as I'm literally as white as paper, not to mention that this topic has been brought up by many POC in the IF community who can have more nuance on this situation than I ever could. I can, however, talk about how inconsistent and over-exaggerated M and F's personalities are, compared to A and N feeling much more realistic and well-paced. I hate how M and F are mischaracterized in their own universe and all the meaningful things are overshadowed by "haha M likes sex and is lewd and aggressive" and "haha F is a silly lil' goober". Their romances suffer from it too, which brings me to-

The romance routes could be so much better. And I'm not talking about N or A obviously, even though that's another can of worms that I, frankly, don't want to open, but F and M. M is dumbed down to being aggressive, sexual and borderline feral at times, which are all GREAT traits to give all at the same time in your book to a person of color btw (they're not), but their scenes perform best when the author acknowledges that M is actually none of those things. Just them existing in the same space as MC and feeling at ease and relaxed (and, dare I say, vulnerable) feel much more intimate and rewarding than literal sex scenes, and I feel like that's what romance with M should've been about: two people, who are both lost and confused and overwhelmed in this new to them world (M from memory loss, MC from being thrown into the supernatural scene) bonding, finding comfort and familiarity in each other. Breaking all that buildup with innuendos and sexual propositions feels unnecessary, to be honest.

Continuation of the previous point, but the same could be said about F too. Poor F, the forgotten child of TWC; they're my absolute favorite, and it hurts to see them being thrown somewhere in the background as a comedic relief side character so many times. I feel like they could be the character who gets MC the most, even if they're not dating or particularly close. They have a difficult relationship with their mom, they're thrown into an unfamiliar world that's hard to navigate and it feels like everyone wants too much from them. You can't tell me that it's not some great exposition for a deeper connection between F and MC, both romantic and platonic, as well as an opportunity to explore anxiety and impostor syndrome/separation anxiety (not interchangeable, just feels like either one could fit F) in a seemingly optimistic character. But nah, they like Rebecca and are just a funny little fella. Definitely not playing into more media stereotypes of the only black character in the main cast being a flirty comedic relief.

At this point TWC is going to rival One Piece on the amount of meaningless fillers. And they wouldn't feel so meaningless if the author didn't try to mix slice-of-life and supernatural, or at least didn't mix them so poorly, but most of the time an occasional meaningless scene is thrown into the plot for some short-term tension for what feels to be absolutely no reason other than increasing the word count. Take the blood drive thing as an example of this: what was this scene for?? It started unnecessary tension, had a weird solution and just offered nothing to the rest of the book except for allowing Bobby to finally confront the RO of choice in a very awkward manner. I feel like the author promising 7 books (correct me if I'm wrong, but I remember something like that mentioned in the earliest tumblr posts) feels like a the author chewing off more than she can bite. And it sucks, because had she not had that amount of books (and subsequently a gargantuan word count) looming over her head, we could have had more actually meaningful and fulfilling scenes like ones in the bakery, literally my favorites. It could benefit the pacing, worldbuilding and reader enjoyment greatly.

I could write so much more but at this point I could just go on forever lol

#interactive fiction #if #wayhaven #the wayhaven chronicles #twc #cog #original post #if rambling #literally no one's going to read it but at least now i feel better gnight

[booksandpaperss]

kind of obsessed with the fact you've slowly gotten more blatant with heartstopper hate lmfao😭 it's like. fine to me it's cute but NOTHING SERIOUS IS EVER GOING ON so I gotta be in a really specific mood for it I still haven't watched s2. definitely couldn't be a fixation. and everyone fucking loves it it's the best thing since sliced bread and I'm like. why tho. and then any critique of it is sorta dumbed down to "oh you just don't like how sweet it is but teenagers deserve sweet romance" like ok but why's it gotta be boring though. and too healthy like beyond normal levels of healthy. like this is missing even the usual human levels of miscommunication. and it gets resolved too easy. sorry this was supposed to cut off 4 sentences ago I'm realizing now in your inbox that I apparently have beef with heartstopper

LKSSJJSJS LISTEN listen. I don’t even hate it. truly. I even genuinely enjoyed myself during the nick and Charlie parts bc that’s the part that thought is actually put into. I just hate how much everyone loves it so blindly

honestly my biggest beef with it is that it’s marketed and treated as the most genuine and diverse groundbreaking queer storyline there is when that’s literally so far from true and it really really shows ppls true colors when they think this bc the sapphics and POC are literal props it’s actually absurd for a show that’s supposed to be a safe space for queer ppl

and god do I hate that part of the reason it’s so popular is bc it portrays these queer teenagers as never having a single, physical thought in their entire life. there was this whole plot centered around one single hickey that Charlie had??? and something abt the physical attraction portion of it all, which they did try to show btw, felt disingenuous to me. and I know that’s why it’s so palatable to a mainstream audience and it pisses me off and again it just doesn’t feel genuine. which is ironically one of the main arguments against heartstopper criticism: “it’s not cringe it’s just earnest” when yeah maybe it’s Trying to be earnest but when u look at it from more than a surface level lens it’s not rlly succeeding

and I know the aroace storyline in season 2 with Isaac resonated with a lot of people and I think that’s wonderful, and I actually do think that was something that was done well, but how can you have a storyline around asexuality when you don’t show the contrast in how it is being an allosexual queer person. there was a whole lot of romantic attraction going on but even more tip toeing around the sexual attraction aspect. and I don’t expect it to be like sex education for example in terms of the focus on sex obv , but the lack of acknowledgment of that aspect of the queer experience paired with how much the uwu wholesomeness of it all is played up rlly rubs me the wrong way. once again: it feels dishonest

I was actually talking about this with one of my mutuals the other day and they pointed out that it is very plain that alice olseman did not consult a single queer man in the writers room. and if someone can prove this wrong be my guest but I rlly don’t think the whole physical attraction component would have been done so badly had an actual queer man been on the team. feels kind of like back in summer 2022 when byler shippers would literally shun and harass anyone who even implied that Will’s feelings for Mike probably included physical attraction meanwhile Noah Schnapp himself was making jokes about it bc he’s an actual gay teenager.

not gonna even get into right now how Tara and darcy felt even more like props this season than in the last one and I didn’t even like watching their scenes bc the writing itself felt performative. that’s a whole other post.

and man, wouldn’t it have been so nice if there had actually been people of color in that writers room. On a purely surface level heartstopper has a very diverse cast but once again, peel away even one layer and you realize it’s a bunch of tokenism, which brings me full circle back to my original point: you can’t say it’s peak representation and diversity when it’s whitewashed as hell and doesn’t gaf abt sapphics despite literally being written by one. guess she chose her whiteness over her queerness even when writing a queer story which wowwww sooooo original.

okayyyy anyways did NOT mean to write a whole essay but u discovering ur own beef reminded me of mine lmaooo

all of this was to say that basically I’m not gonna pretend I didn’t enjoy myself during parts of the show, and I don’t wanna shame ppl for liking it that is not at all what I’m trying to do here, it has its own place in queer media and if a show like this came out in like 2010 it would be groundbreaking despite its issues (but again it’s literally 2023 do fucking better) , but I take issue with people treating it like something it’s not and with the amount of love it gets I feel like I have to be really loud about my criticism of it, especially bc usually the criticism of the show that gets any attention isn’t even slandering it for the right reasons and like. if ur gonna hate on something queer and popular do it right

oh and heartstopper writers? maybe try speaking with an actual teenager once in your life before writing their dialogue they do not fucking communicate that well

okay I’m done now finally 🫡

#sorry rori I don’t know what came over me #booksandpaperss asks #should I make myself a rant tag #elli rants

[wh0re-in-the0ry]

I was going through my liked videos so

First dnd game with slime - maybe this is just your first game with him, first game ever, or maybe the first time meeting him. Its cute how excited he gets about it!

First request yippee :D

Comic Store Owner! Charlie x GN! Reader (Part 1 of 2)

I'm a bit rusty when it comes to my writing (especially xreaders), so constructive criticism is welcomed. The reader's pronouns are not mentioned besides you/your and the term "dude" is used once in a gender-neutral way ^^

((Also... I got carried away. I was planning on this to just be a quick drabble, but one thing led to another, and I decided to make it into two parts. The first part being the setup and the next part will be the actual game. Part two should be out by Sunday.))

Anyways, I hope you enjoy, Annon. :]

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There's a small comic bookstore not too far from your job. It's a small joint but it's packed to the brim with anything and everything your little nerd heart needs: comics, minifigures, board games, off brand anime plushies, that cute guy who owns the place, DND handbooks, trading cards, it had it all.

You visit the store often after your shift; most times you don't even buy anything, you (and your wallet) were content with just looking around. It's a nice thing to do while you wait for the bus to finally arive. The guy behind the register, which you found out was named Charlie through small talk, never seemed to mind your wandering, the store was never that busy and "It's nice to have a familiar face stop by."

After an extremely exhausting day of work, you enter the comic store and come across a set of dice, they were bright shade green that sparkled in the light with deep purple numbers engraved in each of the faces. You stare at the tube of dice in front of you. They were so gorgeous, you just needed to buy them. Afterall, you deserve to treat yourself after today, right? Yeah- with a grin on your face you decide to actually buy something for yourself. After checking the price on the top of the tube and immediately put them back. They are defiantly pretty, but not $17.50 +tax pretty.

You sigh and continue exploring the store as usual. But no matter how many times you skim through the graphic novels, admire the signed posters, and browse through the keychains, you keep going back to the dice section. You start to fiddle with the tube of dice again. Maybe the price magically changed within the fifteen minutes you last checked- no, it's still basically 20 dollars, an hour of your work, used on dice you might not even use... but they look so nice, and they won't take up too much space... Uhg be real, Y/n. You know that they'll be sitting in your junk drawer and collecting dust unless you actually use them... and sure you have friends but none of them shown interest in games like DND. Hell- you've never even played DND yourself, where do you even start? How do you even start-

"Hey, Y/n. Ya need help with something?"

"Huh?" You lose your train of thought and turn to see Charlie next to you with his usual happy grin, "Oh uhh- I'm just looking around." You say before fumbling slightly when trying to put the dice back again.

Charlie glances at the tube in your hand and smiles, "I gotta say Y/n, you have pretty good taste when it comes to dice. I honestly would've kept them for myself if my collection wasn't so big."

"Oh- well uhh.. I'm actually not sure if I'm going to buy them..." You say feeling a little bit guilty.

"It's fine, Y/n. It's not like I'm not gonna force you to buy it."

"I know it's just that..." You sigh, "It's just that I don't want to buy dice if I already know I won't use them. I don't even know how to play DND... or anyone to do a campaign with."

"Well... you can always join the store's campaign." He proposes.

You turned to him a bit surprised, "The store has a campaign?"

"Yeah! On Saturdays the shop hosts a DND session from 11:00 to 1:30," Charlie pulls out a mini flier about the sessions from his cargo short's pocket, "We just started this campaign a few weeks ago, it's totally beginner friendly and all you need is a character sheet, some dice, and something to write with."

You think for a moment. Saturdays are your only day off from work and you usually like to sleep in until at least noon on those days. But then again where else would you have a chance to try out DND and you should be going outside the house more often... Besides, having an excuse to hang out with Charlie doesn't sound too bad at all. You smile at Charlie, "You know what? Yeah! My schedule is free on Saturdays so I'm down."

Charlie's eyes light up like you've never seen before, and his smiles grows wider, "Wait really? That's perfect! Everyone else in the campaign are new to0 and I'm sure that you guys will get along great and and- Hey how about I help make your character so we can jump right in on Saturday?"

"W-wait you mean like right now?" You asked slightly startled by the boost of energy Charlie has.

Charlie flushes slightly once he realizes how excited he's getting and tries to calm down, "Y-yeah. I mean... it is a pretty slow day for the store, and we'll have more time to actually play if we make your character now rather than the start of the session...What do ya say?"

"Well- uhh sure. That sounds pretty fun."

Charlie's blush dies down and he's back to his usual happy self, "Great! Follow me." With a friendly smile Charlie takes your hand and leads you to the store. You can feel your face heat up slightly from the contact. His are only slightly bigger than yours but they were from the semi-firm grip he held you could tell they were strong, and they were softer than you'd imagine. It would've been a great moment if your hands weren't so sweaty from nerves, hopefully he doesn't notice. "Here we are. Sorry, it's kinda cramped," Charlie says as he lets go of your hand and opens the door for you.

Once you snap out of your fixation on your two's hands you enter the room. It was a pretty big room; it was almost as big as the storefront, but most of that room seemed to be taken up by storage boxes, promotional cardboard cutouts, older furniture, and holiday decorations. It was cluttered but there was enough room for the decent sized table with four chairs on each long side and one chair for the head of the table. "Is this where you hold your sessions?" You ask as you carefully try to navigate the room.

"Yeah," he says while scratching the back of his neck, sounding somewhat embarrassed, "Sorry about the mess, I just moved into an apartment closer to here and the new place didn't come with much storage..."

"Don't worry about it. It's really not that ba-!!" As you tried to reassure Charlie, you somehow managed to slip on a scrapped flier and almost fell backward onto the cold tile floor.

"Woah hey!!-"Charlie quickly catches you by the waist to help you regain your balance, "Hey, are you okay!?"

You can feel your face heat up from his firm grab before awkwardly leaving his grasp. "Yeah- uhh I'm fine," you say with an embarrassed chuckle before sitting in the closest chair to you, "Soo... where do we start?"

Charlie reaches for a box under the table and pulls out a printed-out character sheet and the fifth edition handbook, "Let's start off with your character's race. Do you know what you want to be," he asks while flipping the pages to show you all the different species you could be.

"I... uhhh well-" You were overwhelmed by the sheer number of options you had. There were so many, and you didn't have a decent understanding of what most of them even were. Should you just stick with human to make things easier? But where's the fun in that? Maybe an elf? You know what an elf is for sure. Oh god- you can't keep Charlie waiting... Just pick something already- ANYTHING.

You feel a hand on your shoulder and brake out of your trance once you look up at Charlie, "Hey, do you need help choosing?" His voice is slightly mellow and calmer than usual, you feel yourself shake off the nerves.

You nod, "Yeah, sorry. There's just so many to choose from and I'm not too familiar with most of them..."

"That's fine," He gives you a small smile, "How about I give you a mini explanation for each race and you just tell me if you hear something you like?" You smile back and give him a nod. That doesn't sound that bad, not bad at all.

You nod along to Charlie's explanations and stats on elves, humans, halflings, and such but none of them seem to catch your interest. That's until he gets to the tiefling, a demon looking thing that aren't inherently evil but can be a wee bit dubious. You didn't even need the explanation on it, the moment you heard the name of it you knew exactly what you were going to do.

"I got it! I'll be Teeth, the tiefling, collector of teeth!" You look over at Charlie who seemed surprised by the sudden exclamation. Shit- that's probably a stupid idea. He probably thinks you're weird or something. Oh god, what do you do now? FU-

Your panicking was cut off by the sound of Charlie's laughter. "Dude, that's perfect-! I don't know how I never thought of that."

Oh- never mind, crisis averted. "Wait, really?"

"Yeah! It's amazing! Now how about we work on your class now?" After bouncing around some ideas and laughs, you and Charlie refine Teeth. Your little guy is a tween tiefling ranger who was raised in the woods by the animals. He protects the beast from poachers during the day and drinks to hide from his loneliness and stress at night... he also has a pet cat named tooth :D, You and Charlie just made Teeth, but you are already attached. This isn't just a character, this is your son, you're a parent now. Does that make Char- Nope. Keep it together and calm down. Just... enjoy the moment.

The two of you continue to chat the minutes fly by and they turn to hours and oh shit- its already 8:27??? "Oh god- I missed my bus. Well, I should start walking back before it gets too late," you say while folding your character sheet up in a square to fit into the smaller pocket in your bag.

Charlie glances at the window, "You know it's already pretty late. How about I drive you back to your place?"

Oh god yes! You got to say yes, Y/n. Say it! "I- uhh... I-I think I'll be fine." ...What the fuck is wrong with you, Y/n?

Charlie's smile falters a little, "Oh... You sure? It's pretty dark out."

Y/n you better accept the offer I swear to god- "Yeah you're right, it's probably better if you drive..." Okay never mind :). Charlie's smile comes back as he nods and grabs his keys. Once in the car the two of you keep chatting again about whatever comes to mind really. Movies, video games, dream for the future, everything seemed to be on the table, it just feels really easy to talk to him. It was only supposed to be a ten-minute drive but with all the wrong turns Charlie kept accidentally making, you two eventually make it to your apartment closer to thirty. "Thanks for the ride, Charlie. I'll see you on Saturday," you grab your bag as you said your goodbyes to your... friend.

"Yeah, I'll see you around..." Just as you were about to leave the car, you hear him call out to you, "Hey Y/n-"

You turn to him, "Yeah Charlie?"

"I uhh..." For a split second he hesitates before giving you a soft smile, "I just wanted to say I had fun tonight."

A warm feeling in your heart sets in as you smile back, "I had fun too."

For a moment it was just you two in comfortable silence before Charlie snaps back thanks to the harsh winds seeping into the vehicle, "You should probably get inside now, we don't want you catching something before your first session."

"Oh right-" You actually get out of the car this time and close the door shut, "Bye Charlie!" You wave as Charlie drives off; you can still feel that warm feeling in your chest even in the bitter cold. You go back into your small apartment with that grin still on your face and it stays on for a while. All night while you were getting ready for bed, that smile lingered as you replay tonight's events over and over again, your jaw almost starts horning from the sheer amount of time you grinned. You lay down in your bed and you finally let your mouth and brain relax. It takes a bit longer than usual, but you eventually fall asleep, feeling content. For the first time in a while, you are actually excited for what the near future has in store.

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Thank you so much for reading and I hope y'all enjoyed it as much as I did writing it. I haven't written any fic since last year and it's my first time ever writing an xreader before. I had so much fun and I gotta thank annon for helping me rediscover how much I love writing.

I'm sorry that I didn't get to the DND part in the DND fic, my bad y'all. Part two will jump into the game. I'm about a quarter done with the second part so expect it to be completed by Sunday.

(Also, here's a fun fact: I just straight up used my DND character for Y/n's. He's a lil' guy and I love him <3 )

-S

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#s writes #charlie slimecicle #slimecicle #slimecicle x reader #charlie slimesicle x reader #gender neutral reader

[be-ready-when-i-say-go]

Closeted gay reader who's only out to his best friends Steve and Robin, telling Robin he has the BIGGEST crush on Eddie and Robin offers advice and she gangs up with Dustin, Mike, and Lucas to set Eddie and reader up for a date? (More sub reader if possible please?)

Hi, thanks for this! I'm going to be combining this request with another one:

Do you think you could do Eddie with a sub male reader who's a really good portrait artist, and one day he gifts Eddie a drawing of himself that's basically a nude. Eddie gets flustered and basically wrecks reader in bed? Maybe soft Dom Eddie and really shy reader

Eddie Munson x Male Reader

CW: 18+ Content (Smut)

Requests will be closing Monday, November 28th at 11:00 PM EST. You can submit yours here!

Currently writing for Eddie Munson. I write for a variety of reader inserts (male, female, gender neutral, POC too).

The more details you had to your request, the better it is for me. EX: “What about some fluff for Eddie after he’s had a long day?”

Feel free to look through my masterlist here!

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"Hey," Robin calls out. You lift your head from your sketchbook to find her in the action section, holding a VHS above her head. "Date night or no?"

You squint just a little, getting a slightly clear view of the title. "No," you return. Robin nods and turns back to the couple in front of her. Her voice is distinct as she rambles on how much she holds your opinion to a higher standard than anyone else's. She then goes on to recommend a film you hated.

If it weren't so funny watching her clearly trying not to flirt with the girl tucked up under the guys arm and keep herself on task of helping them pick out a film, you'd want to interject and tell them that the pick is garbage. But you refrain enjoying the way Robin's cheeks flair a bright red and she nearly runs out of breath with how fast she's talking.

The couple decides to go with something more classic action adventure that Steve recommends, which you do like. The couple leaves without so much as another glance backwards. "Figures," you laugh.

"Whatever," Robin huffs. "Clearly, they don't have taste."

"Clearly," you snort. "Rob, thoughts?" You turn the sketchbook around and reveal the portrait of her that you'd been working on over the last couple of days.

Her jaw drops, hands reaching up for the book. "Holy moly," she gapes. The 2D rendition of her own face is uncanny but she inspects all angles to see if somehow she'll come alive off the page, all graphite and smoky, but she doesn't. "You are a God amongst men," she exhales.

The bells chime yet again from the front door and the trio of you turn to the sound. Robin and Steve prepared to greet the new customer and there, hair billowing just a little from their face is Eddie Munson. He only gives a nod to Robin and Steve before turning to the left and heading for the thriller and horror section.

You watch him as he walks and right before you break the eye contact, Eddie looks back, a smile softly lifting his cheeks. You're not sure if you actually witness it or not, but you swear he winks at you and the thought that Eddie would ever have half the mind to give you more than a two second look over is enough to make your knees nearly buckle.

"I'm literally going to throw up," you whisper. Robin hears it, slapping the back of her hand into your chest. The action alone gets you to tear your gaze of the back of Eddie's denim vest.

Robin grins up at you. "Ask him out."

"Oh get off it," you hiss and then take your sketchbook back from her. You flip it close and stuff it into your backpack. You were supposed to be helping out, considering Friday night would get undeniably packed with people preparing for the weekend. Rather than going home before your shift, you just came immediately here.

"Oh, c'mon," she calls out to your retreating figure. "I'm sorry! I just--my brain and mouth are literally are on two different speeds and timezones. C'mon!" she calls even after the doors to employee room closes.

"Ouch," Eddie comments. "Trouble in paradise?"

Robin turns to the voice and notices a copy of Children of the Corn in Eddie's hands. "Again?" she laughs.

"Jeff keeps chickening out at the best part. It's his fault," Eddie laughs, sliding the box over the desk. He rattles off his phone number without Robin having to prompt him. But his gaze keeps lingering on the employee door. "He okay?"

Robin scans out the copy of the movie and looks over her shoulder in the direction that Eddie is still staring. "He's okay. I'm just an idiot." Robin gets what it's like--there's no telling who isn't and is like them. There's no telling who's going to accept you or shun you. A lingering gaze that last too long or even just a date could be social suicide if not actual suicide. She just knows that you and Eddie would work out.

She can see it right now in the way that Eddie keeps looking back over her shoulder. Like he's got something else to say or something else he wants to do. But he doesn't. He nods at Robin, smiling but it doesn't quite reach his eyes. His exit is swift soon after and Robin swears in that moment that she cannot let you or Eddie miss out on the chance of at least one date together.

She find Steve, flirting with a girl that clearly is not looking just for herself and politely recommends another film for her to read through before dragging Steve away from the customer. "Does Eddie like care about the town fair?"

Steve blinks for a moment trying to understand why Robin has such an investment in Eddie's taste of extracurricular activities. "Why-Do you think I would know?" he asks.

"I just need to you ask Dustin for me okay. Just get Dustin to agree to get Eddie to the carnival on Saturday. 6PM sharp."

Steve watches Robin's retreating figure as she jobs to the employee room. He gapes at the ghost of her. "Henderson is not going to be able to convince Eddie alone," he whispers, scrubbing a hand over his face, knowing he's somehow getting roped into something and it most likely involves you if Robin is asking about Eddie.

And on Saturday, 6PM sharp you stroll up to the ticket line, hands slipping into the front of you front of your jeans. You're not sure when Robin or Steve are going to show up. You know Steve probably grabbed Robin before heading here and so you're more than willing to give them a few minute grace period. Besides, it's a strangely warm night. With the hint of summer approaching, the days were growing warmer. But there was nothing quite like the MidWest to keep you on your toes.

You resolve yourself to waiting and from just behind you, someone calls out your name. You turn and spot Eddie, strolling, hands tucked into his jacket pockets. He stops just a couple feet shy of you. "Fancy seeing you here," he teases.

Your heart stammers in your chest and your tongue grows thick and dry. "Oh, uh, hi," you stammer out.

"Are-are you waiting on someone?" Eddie asks, elbow extending out to the crowd that is approaching.

"Uh, Robin and Steve. You?"

"Steve," he returns slowly. "And Henderson, Sinclair, and Wheeler."

Your brow furrows. "Dustin? And both Wheelers and Sinclairs or?"

"Just Lucas and Mike. They, uh, they asked if I'd come and I couldn't really say no to them even if I wanted too." Eddie laughs at his own tendernes and then gazes back up to you. "They told me to wait for them as Steve was picking them up."

"Robin said Steve was picking her up."

"Steve's beamer seats 5 anyway. Do you mind if I wait with you? Since we're sort of waiting for the same people?"

You shake your head. "No, no, I don't mind." It's a miracle now that you're thinking in the silence that's settled for a moment that you've managed to keep a conversation up for as long as you did with Eddie. You always felt way too nervous around him to get the words out before. But he's easy to talk to. It definitely helps that Eddie seems to be able to keep a conversation alive even if it feels like it's fallen silent for far to long.

"How'd-how'd the art show go?" Eddie noticed it being judged when he was sneaking out after lunch to the woods. He saw you standing in front of your drawings, judges peering at the displays. He stopped only for a minute to watch you.

"Good. Placed second overall."

"Shit, dude, that's awesome." The happiness is real, but Eddie cringes at his use of dude. He doesn't want to just be friendly but he's sure he can't outright flirt with you. So far, he's able to keep you enganged. Your face lights up as you talk about your art and you catch how after a few minutes you've just been rambling about things you're sure Eddie doesn't care about.

"I'm sorry. I'm totally just on a soaobox. I-I heard you're playing at The Hideout now?"

"Yeah, yeah, Tuesday's nights."

"Better than Gareth's garage?"

"Ten times better," Eddie laughs. "You-you should come by. If you want of course. If that's your scene."

"As-as long as you sure you want me there?" you return, not wanting to overstep through the yes is burning the tip of your tongue.

Eddie nods. "Oh, I'm sure." He happens just to check his watch to see fifteen minutes have passed. "Huh, would've thought they'd be here by now?"

You check yours too and noticing how much time has passed. "DO you think they're okay?"

"I would hope. I mean, it's not that far," Eddie laughs. Silence falls between the two of you for another moment longer and then Eddie reaches out, his hands ever so gently grazing your elbow. "Do-do you want to get tickets and head inside? We could do stuff near the front for when they show up?"

"Oh, I-oh." You want to articulate that you'd love to do that but then you're worried you'll miss Steve and Robin and the kids.

"Just say yes! You idiots! Oh my god!"

You turn behind you to see Robin peering around from the ticket booth. "Just say yes. This was supposed to be a magical moment for you two have a date but I swear to God, I have to spell everything out for you."

Your eyes widen like saucers and you're whipping around to see who's around. There is no way Robin would do this to you and you can feel your feet carrying you away before you can really process what's happening. The tears are brimming around your waterline and the lights are blurring.

"Hey, wait," Eddie's touch is soft on your shoulder. You pull out from his grasps. He calls out our name again breaks out into a jog to stop in front of you. "I like you too," Eddie whispers. It's all he can say, panic crawling up his chest. "I'd love to go out on a date with you."

The words, once they process, feel like you're breaking through water. At first muffled but then slowly it's clearer and clear. "You-you like me too?"

Eddie nods, his curls bounce at the action. A tiny smile breaks across his face, lifting his cheeks and causing a couple wrinkles to become pronounced around his eyes. "Yeah, a lot actually. No one has to know it's a date, but us. And well, Steve, Robin, Mike, Lucas, and Dustin. But like, we can keep it on the low, if it's easier for you. But I know half the reason I even agreed to this is because Dustin basically swore with 100% certainty you'd be here."

Your heart flutters at the news. Eddie agreeing to show up because you're here? It didn't seem possible. But there's Eddie smiling softly at you, his hand still cradling your elbow gently. "I hate heights," you answer.

"I love them," Eddie returns. "And I'll make sure that the heights won't hurt you."

You give a tiny nod. "Okay, promise?"

Eddie holds out his pinkie. "Promise."

And if you ever thought a pinky promise would land you here, pressed into the warmth of Eddie's bare chest, the rising sun now hitting you more and more in your eyeline, you think you might've asked for one sooner. Eddie's breathing is steady against your back. You've always been an early riser and you know Eddie likes to sleep in until noon, so you don't mind the few minutes of feeling his breathing tickles your neck.

After a while your bladder gets the best of you so you push up as gentle as you can from Eddie's heavy embrace and pad gently into the bathroom. By the time you return to the room, any lingering hold of sleep has slipped away. Eddie doesn't seem to have noticed your departure from the bed, but you don't want to go paddling about in the kitchen just yet, so you sit at Eddie's desk.

The morning continues on in relative silence. Eddie stirs, the bed creaking and he settles down, seemingly not waking. You watch him, on his back now only for a second before you go back to your page. The drawing is truly nearly done. But you're trying to capture the curl just right and are careful with each stroke of your pencil.

The bed creaks again behind you. A huff hits the air and you turn now, to see Eddie on his stomach, one arm splayed out where you know it would be over your stomach and waist. He lays there for a minute or two before he picks his head up. "Baby?"

"I'm here," you return softly, sitting now on the edge of the bed.

Eddie stretches out for you, palm settling on your knee. "Why are you up?"

"Had to pee."

"Come back to bed. Please?"

You could argue that you're not tired, but you know it's a losing game. Eddie will get what he wants. You're too soft for him to argue seriously. "Can-can I show you something?"

Eddie groans, but pushes up with a heavy exhale. "This is going to cost you exactly ten kisses for waking me up."

"I can pay the toll," you tease, and gingerly guide him up and out of the bed.

Eddie lumbers behind you, eyes still not fully open but cracking more and more as the seconds pass. You settle Eddie down on the desk chair and he tugs you onto his lap, holding one arm securely around your waist.

"Now, what is it that you want to show me, love?" he asks pressing a kiss to your exposed shoulder. Both of you are shirtless, though you wear boxers and Eddie wears sweatpants.

You push the sketchbook closer to him. Eddie takes it gingerly, not wanting to smudge anything or get oils onto it and ruin something. He takes in the resemblance of his face and has to do a double check. That's his nose--undeniably his by the slope and shape. He continues over his own face--the big eyes, wild hair, and takes in the bare torso. The tattoos are rendered almost perfectly.

Eddie takes in the sight of his own naked form for more than a minute solid in complete silence. Like ghost he catches another pair of hands holding around his torso in the picture too. Eddie stares at them, the way the fingers trace him so delicately. The silence causes you to squirm a little in his lap, unsure if he hates it or not. "It's-it's not done yet, but I was thinking of--

You don't even get the chance to explain what you wanted to do for the background, or the other set of hands before Eddie sets the book down and turns your head to look at him. "It's beautiful," he whispers. Your lips brush as Eddie speaks. "Is it for me?"

You nod. "Do-do you like it?"

"Like it? Sweetheart I love it. M'ere," Eddie commands. There's only centimeters between you two, but you close the distance and seal his mouth into a kiss.

Eddie's one hand slip up onto your cheek. The other kneads at your waist, pulling you closer into him. The movement brings you higher onto his lap and his erection is evident now. You grin just a little at the feeling. "Already?" you tease.

"Oh, darling, when it comes to you, I'm always hard," he laughs, kissing you again. "Thank you, for drawing this. For sharing it with me."

"Of-of course," you stutter out as Eddie's plump lips find your neck.

"So good." The thought doesn't even carry a full breath behind it and you're not sure if Eddie even meant to say it aloud, but the thought makes your lower stomach tighten in desire. You straddle him now, hands gripping at his shoulders as he kisses down your chest.

"Eds," you exhale, all shake and on the verge of a whine when his turn swirls over your nipple.

"Yes, sweetheart? Something wrong?"

You shake your head. "It's so right," you huff. Eddie's working a mark into your skin and you don't really care that it'll be there for at least the week. All you care about is the feeling of Eddie's calloused fingers sliding up your spine. All you care about is the feeling of his torso pressing into the front of you, putting just enough pressure on your own erection.

The chair soon becomes too small and too confined. Eddie lifts you up and carries to you the bed, all of a few inches. But you're happy for the change. Eddie crawls up after you, lips still latching to every inch of your skin. His praise, so good, thank you, perfect, that's what you are literal perfection, go straight to your head and make you dizzy with want.

"Gonna take these off, okay?" Eddie tells you, snapping the elastic of the boxers back into the skin of your hip. His lips and tongue cut through the sting.

"Please," you whine, realizing that his hands and mouth are closing in right where you desparetly want him.

But Eddie is devious. He pulls the cotton down with his teeth, taking them down your ankles too and then flinging them somewhere in the room before kissing back up your skin. He licks at your ankle, then kisses your left cal. He kneads at your right thigh but he skips over your puckering hole or your twitching coke.

"Look at you," he purrs, taking in your panting chest. "Tell me who's got you this riled up."

"You," you whine. "You, Eddie."

"And can anyone else do this to you?"

"No," you exhale. "No one else can."

The game continues, Eddie begging you to answer him as he works over your length, or plays at your hole. And it takes every ounce of your power to get the responses out as your brain slips in and out of the haze. All you want to do is succumb to the pleasure. It feels like you're floating without a care in the world. You revel in that feeling until Eddie snatches you back to reality with a harsh yank, nip, or even more crudely, tearing you from the brink of your first orgasm.

Eddie isn't all mean--he loves watching and listening to you cum for him. He loves when your mouth hangs open and no sound comes out because you're sunk too deep into the pleasure to have enough air for it. Eddie will always gives you that--the release. But it doesn't mean he can't toy with it occasionally.

By the time you have enough energy to become conscious, you're not sure if it's just the second or third orgasm that you've had but Eddie rocks his hips into your ass and you don't care about what really is going on as his length nudges against the one spot that will have you crying.

Eddie shushes you, kissing away the fat tears that roll down your cheek. The sight of you babbling beneath him in tears as his own cock twitching inside of you. He knows he won't last long, but he slows down to comfort you. "Oh, hey, you're okay. I'm right here," he coos.

The salt of your tears mixes on his tongue with the salt of your previous releases and Eddie's grip on your thighs loosen just a little as his rubs the fingers he can spare to the back of your thighs. "Too much?' he asks noticing how you haven't caught your breath.

You shake your head no. "More, please." It comes out with a croak, but Eddie resumes the snap of his snaps. "Thank you, thank you, thank you.'

"Gratitude has never sounded sexier," Eddie whispers into your neck. "Fuck."

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Mess With The Best. Die Like The Rest. (Affinity Series)

Alpha!Bucky x Sweet Little Omega!POC!Reader x Alpha!Steve

Wordcount: 6235

Summary:

A certain someone from your past tries to rain on your parade of love and is dealt with accordingly. 

Warnings:

Domestic Fluff, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Shameless Smut, Protective Steve Rogers, Protective Bucky Barnes, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Bucky Barnes, Alpha Steve Rogers, Mating Cycles/In Heat

Notes:

A little angst never hurt anybody. Don't worry it is rare for me not to have a HEA. I don't like writing angst for angst sake. Happy Reading Heathens 😈

Bannner by @cafekitsune Divider by @firefly-graphics

It’s a glorious Saturday afternoon.

The sun is high in the cloudless sky as you drive along the country roads deeper into the compound. You sometimes forget just how large this place really is. Tony made sure to have enough space so that anyone on the team could make a home without feeling suffocated with the day-to-day that is being an Avenger.

As your taking in all the lush greenery around you, you feel the car begin to turn onto a road you have never seen before.

“Ooh. This is new. Looks freshly paved.”

“It is. Finished just a couple days ago actually.” Bucky states.

“I wonder what it could possibly be all the way out here?”

“Well, stop pondering and just let your eyes wander, Doll. I’m sure it will show itself soon.” Steve quips with a poke to your side from the backseat.

Just as you turn in your seat to give the cheeky Alpha a sassy retort the tree lined road opens to clearing. Revealing luscious green grass surrounding the most beautiful Victorian Gothic house you have ever laid eyes on. It looks as if someone had reached inside your head and brought your dream home to life.

“It’s so beautiful.” You whisper to no one.

“Want to take a look inside?” Bucky asks, while gently grabbing your hand to place a kiss on your knuckles. You hadn’t even noticed that the car had stopped.

“Can we? I don’t want to disturb whoever lives here.”

“It’s a brand-new property. Tony only let us know about it last week.” Steve answers.

“Then yes, please. I’d love to take a look inside before it gets snatched up.” You quickly unbuckle your seatbelt and reach for the door handle. Launching yourself out of the car as fast as your legs can carry you.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, there little Omega. The house ain’t going nowhere. Pump the breaks, baby girl.” Bucky chides you.

“Sorry.” You quickly reply. “I’m just so excited to see what the inside looks like.

“Well, I’m the one with the keys so you’re going to have to at least keep pace with me.” Bucky teases.

“Get a move on then Alpha.”

“Brat.” Steve whispers in your ear as he gives your ass a smack. “Behave. I know your excited, Doll, but there really is no rush.”

You take a calming breath, trying to tamp down some of your excited energy. That all goes out the window the moment Bucky unlocks the stained glass adorned front door.

Your Alphas are quickly forgotten as you race around the house.

Once again you feel as if someone made your dream home a reality. From the black, gray, crimson, copper, and white aesthetics adorning the walls and standard fixtures. To the ornate clawfoot tub in the master ensuite.

You make your way back to the surprisingly bright and open kitchen. The windows let in the perfect amount of light to make the most used room in any home feel warm and inviting.

 “What do you think, little Omega?” Bucky asks as you dance your fingers along the marble island.

“It's stunning. Tony really out did himself this time. It's like its torn out of the pages of a gothic romance novel.” You swoon.

“I agree. I think it's perfect. Do you think we could be happy here?” Bucky queries.

Turning to face him you answer truthfully. “I’d be happy anywhere my Alpha's are.”

"What he means to say is…" Steve begins.

You watch, eyes wide, as both men get down on one knee. Bucky on his left, Steve on his right, allowing them to connect in the center where together they hold an open velvet box containing two rings that interlock to create one magnificent piece. 

It's dainty and elegant. With just a hint of danger. Another thing that seems plucked from your dreams. 

Steve continues. "Will you make us even happier than you already have by becoming more than just our sweet little Omega…"

"But our sweet little wife as well?" Bucky finishes.

With the tears brimming in your eyes, threatening to fall, you whisper your answer. "Yes."

"What was that? Couldn't hear ya. Need to be a bit louder, baby girl." Bucky teases.

"Shut up. You heard me. Super soldier hearing and all."

"Well I'd like to hear it again just to be certain."

“Me too.” Steve adds.

"Yes. James and Steven. A thousand times yes."

They grin ear to ear as they place the rings on your finger.

“We promise to fill this home with all the love and babies you can handle, little Omega.” Steve declares.

You pull them both up by their collars so that you can seal the engagement with a kiss.

“Please tell me, we get to stay here tonight?” You state, staring adoringly at your new ring.

“Just say the word and Pepper will be here to help select furniture and have it delivered before the day is over.” Steve informs.

“Oh, wow. Being mated to Avengers certainly has its perks.” You chuckle. “What about all our things at the apartment?”

“Movers are on standby. We weren’t leaving anything up to chance. We know our sweet little Omega. There was no way you would resist moving as soon as possible.” Bucky supplied with a kiss to his claiming mark along your collarbone, hugging you from behind.

“Well then. Make the calls.” You pull out of Bucky’s arms, kissing each man on the cheek. “I’m off to go find the perfect place to put my nest.”

You hum to yourself as you saunter through your new home. A shiny new ring adorning your finger and a promise for forever brightening your smile.

The first morning in your new home…

You’re awoken to the feeling of your body being moved. Followed by a tickling across your legs and the feeling of something wet sliding across your folds. You open your eyes to find Bucky with his face buried between your parted thighs.

A moan escapes your throat before you can begin to speak. “A-alpha. W-what are you doing? I was trying to get some sleep after the night you and Stevie put me through.”

"I couldn’t help it baby. What else am I supposed to do when you're lying in our bed looking all cute. My shirt that you stole to sleep in; being the only thing you have on, is bunched up around your waist because you can’t help but twist onto your tummy and bend your leg up regardless of if one of us is there to wrap around or not. You've got that sweet, sweet peach on full display looking ready to be played like bongos. And then when I run a finger along your outer thigh, and you arch your back like good little Omega in heat, teasing me with a glimpse of the treasure you keep between your thighs. Well what can I say. My brain shuts off. Goes right into autopilot and I can’t be held accountable for the wicked things my tongue does when left to its own devices." He confesses. 

"You're a menace, Sarg."

"Yes, I am. But you love it. Now let me get back to my breakfast. It's the most important meal of the day after all."

You lay your head back down, spread your thighs a bit more and enjoy the early morning spoiling.

Steve, having just finished his morning run, is drawn to the sounds emanating from the bedroom. Upon his approach he leans against the doorframe. He’s shirtless. His grey joggers sitting low on his hips. His dick print elongates, creating an uncomfortable bulge as he watches his best friend and packmate please you.

“I don’t know what I want more. To listen to those sweet little moans get louder as you get closer to coming undone or to muffle them by filling your throat with my cock.” He gives his dick a squeeze and your glazed over eyes focus in on the movement and never stray. You lick your lips at the thought of getting your own shot of protein for breakfast.

“Want my dick in your mouth little Omega? Want me to feed you just like your feeding our head Alpha?” He pulls his dick out of his sweats and gives it a slow pump.

You whine and nod your head. Bucky stops teasing your clit and pulls back just enough to growl against your mound. “Use your words Omega.”

“Yes. I want your cock in my mouth, Captain.”

“Good girl.” Steve purrs. Stepping over to the bed and running a finger across your cheek. “Open up for me, baby.”

Bucky takes that moment to flatten his tongue and lick a path up your slit. Collecting all your slick honey along the way. “Fuck. You always taste so sweet, Omega. Better hurry up and get to sucking before your too stupid to remember how.”

You waste no time teasing your tongue along Steve’s length from base to tip. Making sure every inch was nice and wet. Wrapping your lips around his tip, you up into his ocean eyes and proceed to suck him down to the back of your throat.

You allow yourself a moment, mouth full to bursting, as you figure out how to breathe with so much thickness restricting your airways.

That is when Bucky chooses to suck on your aching pearl. Running the smooth underside of his tongue against the sensitive button, causing you to moan around the girth in your mouth.

The vibrations of your voice box along Steve’s shaft evokes a steady growl from his chest, and a slight jerk of the hips. “Fuck, Omega. You know what moaning with my cock in your throat does to me.”

Pulling your head back, you release him. A string of saliva connecting your bottom lip to his spit-soaked tip. “That’s the point, right? I thought you wanted me to be a good little Omega?”

“Fucking brat,” You hear Bucky whisper against your thigh. Giving it a nip before getting back to his meal.

You take Steve’s silence as your que to swallow him back down. Focused on bringing him to his knees, you suck the life out of his cock. Bucky’s not the only one with a ravenous appetite.

Just as you can feel Steve teetering on the edge of his climax, Bucky slides two of his thick metal digits knuckle deep inside you. He even takes the time to curl them upwards. Hitting that sweet spongy spot that brings your orgasm to the forefront. Within moments you’re pulling off of Steve and falling apart on his tongue. Screaming out your pleasure to fill the room around you.

Your body quakes with aftershocks from the intensity to which you just came. You are not to be deterred though. You NEED your Alpha’s to feel as good as you do right now.

You scramble off the large bed. Lowering yourself to your knees on the plush area rug you had placed the day before. “I need both of you to lose the sweats and come stand before me.”

“That what you need little Omega? To suck both of us off. One dick to service isn’t enough for you this morning?” Bucky teases.

“Never. Always want both of you. All the time.” You whimper.

They exchange a look with each other before removing the offending sweats from their bodies and coming to stand in front of you shoulder to shoulder.

“I’ll never get tired of seeing you on your knees, baby girl.” Bucky whispers out as he traces your lips with his flesh hand.

You squirm on your heels. Waiting rather impatiently to service them. That fuzzy hindbrain has taken over momentarily and all you can think about is pleasing your Alphas.

“Please.” You whine.

“Such good manners.” Steve praises you. “Go on, Doll. Make us feel good. Earn yourself a tasty little morning treat.”

That’s all you need to hear to place a hand around each of their dicks. Giving a slow tug until a pearl of precum makes itself know on their tips. Stretching out your tongue you make sure to collect each enticing drop.

You then proceed to alternate between them. Deep throating one as your hand jacks off the other. Teasing their knots until they are tight and ready to pop.

Leaning back on your heels, you open your mouth wide. Signaling to them that you’re ready for your creamy reward. With both being so close to brink of ecstasy, it doesn’t take long before they succumb to a mind-numbing orgasm of their own. Coating your tongue, face, and chest with rope after rope of their combined seed. Staining the shirt you slept in like a Jackson Pollock.

You can only imagine how crazed you look. Hair a mess. Smiling from ear to ear as you’re covered in the very essence of your mates. Your broken from your blissful revelry when the now cum stained shirt is pull off your body.

You watch in horror as Bucky goes to toss it in with the other dirty clothes.

"No! Don't put it in the hamper!” His arm stops midair. The shirt still clutched in his fist. “I want it in my nest. It’s the perfect blend of all of us. I need it." You plead. Sounding whiney even to yourself.

You know your heat is coming soon. You can already feel the pre heat symptoms slowly creeping in, but you don’t care. You need that dirty shirt in your nest.

"Should I be concerned that her needing to have a shirt that's covered in our cum is turning me on right now?" Steve questions.

"No. I think that falls into your possessive pervy wheelhouse. And I’m right there with ya, pal." Bucky agrees.

You shake your head. "Knotheads. The both of you." Snatching the shirt from Bucky’s grasp you head off to your nest to find the perfect spot to place it before claiming the first bath in your glorious new tub.

The following weekend…

The main compound patio and lawn has once more been transformed. Any excuse for Tony to throw a party he is on top of it. Well, Pepper is. Tonight he’s throwing his favorite mated pack a housewarming party so that we can announce your engagement semi publicly. If that is what we wish to do of course.

Seeing as how the party is in your honor, you made sure that your best friend Arlo got an invite. And the Alpha couldn’t be happier about it. Not since he quite literally bumped into Bellamy, one of Bruce’s Lab Assistants and seems to have made a connection. Could it be love? Who knows, but at least it’s been fun to watch.

When Bellamy gets pulled away by his fellow techs to take a round of shots you seize the opportunity to cozy up with your bestie.

"Who knew you were attracted to something other than gym bro betas and service Omegas?" You tease.

"Watch yourself little misses. Your track record until of late was not the greatest either. Your picker was broken too" He jabs back.

"Good thing I used mine instead, huh?" Bucky chimes in.

You all hear a loud obnoxious laugh ringing out over the crowd followed by a girlie giggly. Wanting to know what all the commotion is, you find your eyes scanning the party for the culprit.

That’s when your eyes land on the large solid frame of your abusive asshole of an ex, Caleb and you freeze. Your breath halts in your lungs and you turn pleading eyes to Arlo.

"Oh no.” He whispers. “Not that face. Please tell me your seeing things."

This alerts Bucky who is already at your side and Steve who had just made his way over with fresh drinks in hand.

"What's going on? Why's our Omega frozen in fear like that?" He demands.

"One word.” Arlo sighs in exasperation. “Caleb."

"You mean her waste of space Alpha asshole ex that shouldn’t be breathing let alone at a party in our honor, Caleb?" Bucky grits out.

"One and the same. Looks like he's attached to one of the female agents. Must be her plus one" He observes.

Steve tracks where your eyes have returned and sees a well-dressed man with his arm around a young omega agent that he recognizes. Clearly working his charm on the group that surrounds him.

"Vivienne." he growls.

"The omega that has been giving you issues in training is here with that scum?" Bucky asks.

"Not for long. She has the option to stay as she is part of the lesser teams. But he has to go. I don’t want to make a big deal about it, so I think it's best if you and I handle this quietly."

They exchange a look with each other. One that conveys that no matter what happens they are on the same side and will protect you at any cost.

"Arlo, why don't you take our Omega out on the dance floor and get her mind off things." Steve suggests. His Captain voice leaking through.

You snap out of your fear-stricken haze and turn to your Alphas. "You're leaving me?"

"No baby." Bucky coo's, nuzzling your cheek. "We're just going to go take out the trash. Didn’t want you worrying when you should be celebrating."

You look at Arlo. "Come on sweets. Let's destroy the dance floor and show these Avengers how to really party."

You look to your Alphas once more. "Okay. But you owe me a dance when you get back."

"Oh my sweet, sweet, little omega. Nothing could keep me from feeling that glorious body grind up against me while you’re lost to the music." Steve teases. "Have fun ruining our friends."

"I swear one of these days, those hips are gonna get somebody pregnant." Bucky jests.

"Is that so bad?" You state with innocent eyes.

He pulls you close and whispers in your ear. "Watch yourself little Omega. I just might take that as a challenge." He kisses you behind the ear and then turns to his best friend.

"Give your Alphas a kiss for good luck baby girl." He requests and you happily oblige.

Steve takes the liberty of deepening his and making sure to get your sweet scent all over him. "Now I can handle business properly. We won’t be long, Doll. Arlo, don’t let her out of your sight."

"Aye aye Captain!"

You shake your head. "You just had to make it awkward. What am I going to do with you?"

"Come on. I couldn’t help it. It was right there." Arlo laughs.

"You're lucky I love you." You jest.

"I’m a damn delight and you know it. Now let’s go shake our asses and turn this party up higher." He grabs your hand and leads you out on to the dance floor.

Bucky and Steve watch you saunter off before they face each other once again. "Got any ideas how you want to do this?"

"Just follow my lead." Steve replies.

"Aye, aye captain."

"Wow. Et tu Bucky. Et tu?"

"How's everybody doing? Having a good time?" Steve asks with a friendly smile on his face.

"Hello, Captain Rogers. It's a great party. Congrats on the new house. I'm sure being closer to work is nice." Vivenne greets him.

"The privacy and extra space was needed." He looks over to Caleb, his public mask firmly in place. "You're a new face. Hello, I'm Steve Rogers."

"I know who you are, Sir. And the Winter Soldier as well. I'm Caleb Withers. It's a pleasure to meet you. As my lovely date has already said, this party is great. Never been to a housewarming so big."

"Yeah. Usually Tony goes too over the top, but our Omega deserves all the bells and whistles."

"That's just the sweetest thing. I want my Alpha to gush about me like that someday. Where is she? I'd love to congratulate her as well." Vivienne carries on.

"She's on the dance floor with her best friend Arlo." Steve answers. Smile sat smugly on his face.

At the mention of Arlo's name, Caleb's brows furrow. "Arlo Ducant?"

"Yes, actually. Do you know him?" Bucky inquires with a darkened glare.

It's at this moment that the wind (or possibly a tipsy Scarlett Witch) kicks up. Pushing the scent of you mixed with your Alphas in Calebs direction.

He can't help but inhale. The familiar scent invading his space and evoking memories of the Omega who got away. The one who practically maimed him the last time he ran into her.

Ever the observant soldier, Steve notices the subtle changes happening before him. "Ah. Looks like someone finally figured it out."

"You’ve got to be fucking kidding me." Caleb spits out.

"What’s going on?" A confused Vivienne asks.

"Your date is our Omegas ex. I’m not going to get into particulars here but it's time for him to go." Steve succinctly states.

“Excuse me?” Caleb pipes up.

“You heard him. You’re not wanted here.” Bucky steps forward.

“Yeah. No.” Caleb stands taller and takes a slow sip of his drink. “If she wants me gone, she’s going to have to come over here and tell me herself. Not send over her little minions.”

“Caleb, what the fuck?!” Vivienne says on a gasp. “I am so sorry Captain. I didn’t know.”

“We’ll talk about this on Monday before training. You're dismissed.” 

Not willing to have her risk her job over some asshole, Will, a fellow agent and Alpha, grabs her hand. “Come on, Vivi. Let’s go refresh our drinks.” He quickly spirits her away without further issue.

“I’m really not a fan of repeating myself. So place the drink down and let’s go. We’ll personally escort you out since you have such a hard time following direction.” Steve dictates.

With a clench to his jaw, Caleb downs his Vodka in one gulp, maintaining eye contact with Steve, before placing the glass down on a nearby table.

“We’re all going to walk calmly out of this party. I assume you didn’t bring a car. But that’s of no matter. Tony always has drivers on standby for parties.” Steve states. “Let me make one thing abundantly clear. You will not make a scene on our way out. Your presence alone nearly sullied our entire night. I will not have our Omega embarrassed over some poor excuse for an Alpha.”

Caleb glares at the only somewhat larger Alpha before him.

Bucky shuts him down real quick. “I wouldn’t get any funny ideas right now if I were you. The only reason your still standing is because besides Arlo and our Omega, we’re the only ones who know what kind of an Alpha you really are.”

“It’s time to go. After you.” Steve cuts in before Caleb can spew a retort.

The walk out of the patio was uneventful. Upon venturing through the darkened pathway that ran along the side of the compound, Steve, with the quickness only a Super Soldier can possess, grabs Calebs collar and pins him against the wall.

The little shit laughs in his face and shakes his head. “Oh wow. The little bitch really has you in a chokehold doesn’t she. I mean I know that pussy is magical but damn.”

“Watch your mouth when you talk about our mate, pal.” Steve grits out.

“Our mate? Both of you claimed her. What kind of old school bullshit is that?”

“She has two mating glands; therefore she was destined two Alphas. She was meant for a pack not a pair.” Bucky states while remaining deadly calm.

“And she chose a murderer and America’s bitch boy to mate with?” He starts laughing once again. “Fucking figures. She was always so..”

His words are cut off when a fist makes contact with his jaw. “Say whatever the fuck you want about us. We’ve heard it all. But what you won’t be doing is bad mouthing our girl. I should kill you where you stand for ever thinking it was okay to hurt a woman. I’d get away with it too. Benefits of being, what was that you called me, oh yeah America’s Bitch Boy.”

“Him I could believe. You? You wouldn’t have to balls to actually do it.” Caleb goads.

Bucky sighs in exasperation. “Fuck. Here we go.”

Without saying a single word, Steve begins to rain down fist after fist to Caleb's face and abdomen. He knows he’s broken at least three of the douchebags ribs. Besides a possible fractured orbital socket. Hard to tell when his eye is swollen shut.

“Which hand is your dominate one?” Steve demands.

He raises his right hand as his left holds on to his chest. Steve takes the hand and proceeds to break every finger. When the bastard starts to scream, he pins him back up against the wall with a hand around his throat. Choking out any sound.

As the anger that this man caused you pain rises. That he left you bloody and bruised and had the nerve to try and intimidate you even after you got out of that situation. His grip around Calebs throat tightens.

It’s when Bucky notices him start to turn a bit blue that he steps in. “Alright, Stevie. He’s had enough. Both Pepper and our little Omega will be pissed with us if there’s a body that needs cleaning up. Let the douche bag go.”

Coming to his more rational senses he loosens his grip. He lets Caleb fall to the floor, gasping for air, faced muddled in bruises in fresh cuts. There is no way he is showing his face here again.

While his best friend catches his breath, Bucky reaches down with his metal hand and pulls Caleb up from the floor by the back of his shirt. Not wasting any more time, he continues their intended trek out to the driveway where a car is most likely waiting to take him away.

You’d think being nearly beaten to death by Captain America would have knocked some sense into him or at least kept him quiet. But Caleb was determined to have the last word. The entire journey to the town car, he continued spewing his hate. Calling you horrible names and saying all you were ever good for was a tight pussy and decent looks. That he and Steve must have really low standards if they chose you.

By the time they reached the car, Bucky has had enough.

Happy was standing off to the side, making sure his drivers were ready at a moment’s notice. Not batting an eye at the battered man being dragged by the Winter Soldier, he approaches them.

“Shouldn’t you be celebrating with your sweet little lady? Not out here taking out the trash?”

Steve, having emerged from the darkened pathway answers for him. “This particular trash needed special handling.” He takes out a handkerchief and begins wiping his knuckles free of blood.

“I see. Raymond, I’ll be driving this man myself. Keep an eye on things for me will you.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Happy opens the back door as Bucky lifts Caleb up to lean against the car. The asshole has more parting words for him. “We’re not so different you and I. One of these days she’s going to open that smart mouth and say the wrong thing and your hands will lash out without thought.”

Bucky leans all of his weight into the man. Making sure to add extra pressure to his ribs. “Just because I saved you from my best friend murdering you on our night of celebration doesn’t mean you’re safe. I’ll be keeping tabs on you myself. You better be on your best behavior. You won’t see me coming until your slowly bleeding out.”

He shoves him none to carefully into the back seat and slams the door. “I don’t care where you take him Happy. Just get him away from here. And make sure your drivers keep their mouths shut about what they’ve seen.”

“Already done.” Happy agrees. He gets into the driver’s seat and takes off down the long and windy driveway.

“You can’t walk back into the party like that, pal. Your shirt is covered in blood.” Bucky chuckles with a shake of his head.

“I don’t give a fuck about that. I need to see our Omega. Know that she is okay.” He growls out.

“Down boy. I’m going to go get her and then we can all head home. Okay?”

“Yeah.” Steve bobs his head.

Bucky whistles for one of the valets to grab their car. When it arrives he addresses the still clearly agitated Alpha. “Get in the back and try to calm yourself down man. I’ll drive us home so our sweet little Omega can sort you out in the back. Got it?”

“Don’t take forever.” He retorts, sliding into the backseat.

You’re blissfully unaware of the carnage that has taken place as you make your way to the car with Bucky. You know Steve is waiting for you and even though this was a party for you all, your social battery is just above empty. You just want to be at home with your Alphas.

You reach the idling car in no time and Bucky opens the back door for you. You slide in and a gasp leaves your mouth. Steve’s shirt is covered in blood. Your Omega instincts kick into high gear and you begin checking him for injuries.

“Little Omega, I’m okay. It’s not my blood.” Steve says in a soothing tone.

“Then who’s is it? Was the compound attacked?” You ask, still frantically checking him over.

“No baby. The compound is safe. We just had a little discussion with Caleb on his way out. Things may have gotten a little heated.” He states.

Bucky, having started the car, chimes in as he makes it out of the driveway. “The idiot kept running his mouth and Stevie almost killed him for it.”

You look to your Alpha as warmth settles low in your belly. This man loves you so much that he almost killed a man just to protect you. You can’t help the sinful smile that spreads across your face.

Who knew defending your honor so fiercely was such a turn on. Could be instincts. Could be that your heat is so close. The reason why is of no matter. All you know is that you need to show your Alpha just how appreciative you are of his protection.

You hike your dress up and crawl into Steve’s lap. He tilts his head at the sudden change in your demeanor. A question clearly poised on his tongue. One that never gets to see the light of day as you lean forward and place a devastating kiss to his pillow soft lips.

You hum into the kiss, feeling your temperature rise, he pours the same amount of emotion into it as you have. You break away from the kiss and start praising your big strong Alpha for standing up for you. Pulling his hands up to your face and kissing his angry knuckles. Then sucking on his thick fingers like you would his cock.

You’re driving him crazy, and he just needs to feel all of you. He needs to remind himself that you are okay, and nothing will ever happen to you on his watch. With those quick reflexes you love so much, he spins his body and places you on the seat. Lowering himself down into the footwell, where he places sweet kisses to your thighs before ripping your panties off your body.

With a rumbly growl, he leans forward and begins feasting on your dripping pussy.

Glancing in the rearview mirror Bucky can’t help but point out his observations. “This seems vaguely familiar yet different all the same.”

Clearly, he is referencing the night you fully met the team for the first time. When you and Bucky were fooling around in the backseat on the way home while Steve drove. The night you first tasted Steve on your tongue.

Next thing you know you’re coming on Steve’s tongue. The orgasm was amazing but it’s not enough. So you proceed to pull your Alpha up by his disheveled hair. Your fingers waste no time unzipping his slacks and pulling his hardened cock out. “Please, Alpha. Need you inside me. Now. Want your knot.”

Once more he lifts you up and spins so that he is now seated with you hovering above him. “Then take it little Omega. It’s all yours.”

Slick is leaking down your thighs and your temperature is continuing it’s steady climb. You am more than ready to take his thickness. You notch his weeping head to your entrance and slide down his length with ease. He grips your hips as you begin to undulate above him. When his dick hits that sweet spot it’s all over for you.

Like an addict jones for a fix you make him graze it over and over again. It’s intense and hot as hell.

Poor Bucky almost drives off the road because he’s so turned on and keeps checking the rearview. He even cracks the steering wheel with his Vibranium hand.

Another orgasm is ripped from your body as you’re pulling up your driveway to the garage. Your spasming walls massage Steve’s girth, and he can’t help but pop his knot. He throws his head back as you continue to ride him until you collapse against his chest. Panting and locked together.

Steve kisses your forehead. “Hey little Omega, I know you’re feeling just as good as I am right now. But we have to get inside. Bucky is going to open the door and I need you to wrap those sexy legs around my waist for me. Can you do that, doll?”

You nod your head before burying it deeper in his neck. Being the amazing team that they are, having so much history together, it doesn’t take the Alpha’s much time at all to get you both out of the backseat.

Steve leads the way inside, with you wrapped tightly around his waist. The entire walk to the nest you’re a whiny needy mess. Begging to be filled with their pups. Telling them you don’t care about a wedding. That you just want to start your family already. 

Clearly your heat has been triggered. And with how intense the sex in the car was you may have triggered their ruts as well.

You make it to your nest just as Steve’s knot has deflated enough for him to pull out and place you down gently.  You immediately remove your dress and unclasp your bra. Letting it fall to the ground, before pulling Bucky forward and ridding him of the layers that are keeping you from his warm skin.

“Someone is very eager tonight? Is there something you wanna tell us, Omega?”

Instead of giving a verbal answer, you turn your back to them, kneel on all fours and present like a good little Omega.

“As good as you look presenting so pretty for me. I’m going to need to hear your words before we’re all lost to our hormones.” Bucky states. Always the stickler for consent. Something you very much love about him.

“Heat. My heat is here, and I need your knot Alpha mine.”

He grips the base of aching cock at your words. “And that’s exactly what you’re gonna get, Omega. Gonna keep our girl nice and full.” He lets his hind brain take over.

The haze setting in as he teases your cleft before thrusting to the hilt. Your pussy tightens around him immediately, setting off his need to breed you. To claim you from the inside out. To give you the pups you’ve been begging them for.

Everything else fades away as he goes to town on you while Steve recovers. Who takes the time, while his mind is till clear to make sure the room is set for your first heat/rut cycle in your new home.

You’ve lost count of how many times you’ve come. Lost in the feeling of pleasure and being so full. With a roar resounding through the air, you feel Bucky’s knot pop deep inside you. Locking you in place as his teeth sink into your mating mark and he fills your womb with the seed you so desperately crave.

Laying on your sides, you play with the metal fingers on his Vibranium hand. Placing it against your chest to help cool you down. Steve, having stripped himself, makes his way into the nest to join in on the cuddle puddle.

Your nose wrinkles as he get’s closer. “As hot as you defending my honor is. I think it’s time for a shower and for you to burn those clothes. They faintly smell like Caleb and that’s just a lady boner killer.”

“Wasn’t such a problem when you were riding my knot in the car.” Steve quips back.

“Momentary heat induced insanity. I’ve cum, therefore the scent must go.”

“Only if you come wash my back. Make sure there’s no trace of him left.” He counters.

“What do I get out of it?”

“A white wolf between your legs getting his fill.” Bucky stage whispers in your ear.

You bite your lip at the image his words provide. “Deal.”

#poc reader #avengers smut #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes smut #alpha bucky x omega reader #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers smut #alpha steve x omega reader #alpha buck x omega reader x alpha steve #abo au #abo dynamics

[royalwhumpness]

If anyone ever calls you a “snowflake”, which is usually an insult towards those who speak out against racism, sexism, homophobia, transphobia, and the like, you can hit them with some of these cold, hard facts:

Which version of the term ‘snowflake’ are they using?

If they’re using it’s original meaning dated back in the 1800s (mostly used in Missouri), then they’re mixed up, as they would be calling you a racist; which is very much the opposite of what the modern day snowflake is known for. It was coined to describe those that hoped slavery would survive the country’s civil war.

If they’re using it’s 1970’s meaning, then they are insulting you for being white, or if you are a poc, then for 'acting' white. Or they’re calling you cocaine. Again, modern day bigots and incels who throw around the term snowflake are usually white themselves and they would most likely not be trying to insult themselves. Also, they’re probably not calling you cocaine.

If they’re using the modern terminology coined by Chuck Palahniuk (pronounced PUL-nak) in his book/movie, “Fight Club”, kindly remind them that Chuck Palahniuk is a gay man who was writing a satire targeted at hyper-masculinity and consumerism. (You could technically stop there, or you could continue…)

The phrase, “You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake” is not about someone who is weak or sensitive. It was originally a mantra Chuck used as a way to deprogram himself from seeing himself as another mass-produced “genius”. (You know, the way that bigots and incels see themselves.) It was also about rejecting the system that spits out lies of conformity to placate the general population so they stay in their mundane jobs. It was about breaking free of the mold.

- If you don’t want Fight Club spoilers, don’t read further, but I dive into reasons why those that use the insult are idiotic because the movie and the insult don't mean what they think it means.

However, the last paragraph, I think, is a pretty good way to sum up what they're actually saying when they call you a snowflake. -

This post really got away from me lol. It became longer than I wanted, but it was really fun to write.

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Fight Club, besides being satiracle, is a form of existentialism, and I would argue absurdism, towards gender roles and consumerism and how they intertwine under the patriarchy.

The Narrator, the protag, is lonely and suffering from debilitating insomnia. He seeks refuge from different support groups which give him comfort, though he does not belong in them. When a woman enters the picture, attending the same support groups which she also shouldn't be apart of, he is thrown off, upset, and quits going, which brings back his insomnia and lonliness.

That’s when he meets Tyler Durdon, a hyper-masculine version of himself that uses aggression and anger as a form of release, the titular fight clubs. Tyler Durdon himself is a satirical representation of the “alpha male”, and a rejection of any and all femininity. He is also a representation of the working class, livid at the classist system and his inability to become the master of his own life. Again, remember, Tyler is The Narrator.

Tyler creates Project Mayhem to destroy the financial institutions, wanting to give a fresh start to the masses. He created this paradox where he aims to destroy this patriarchal institution where he is out of control, by creating a patriarchal institution where he is in control and threatens to castrate anyone who question his authority. Castration has already been established in Fight Club as losing what makes you a man and reduces you to femininity.

How does this relate to gender roles?

- First let me point out that the birth of Fight Club came from an experience Chuck Palauhniuk had when he went to work sporting bruises from a previous altercation, and his coworkers refused to ask him what happened. This is a common theme among most men to refuse to delve into each other’s personal lives, which is seen as an ‘effeminate’ thing to do. -

There are barely any women in fight club but Marla Singer, the woman that intercepted the Narrator’s search for comfort. She is a strong character that exhibits autonomy over her own body (when she walks into traffic, not caring if she lives or dies) and her own free will to do the same things he is doing. To the narrator, she is competition. To Tyler, a caricature of the alpha-male, she is a sex toy. The Narrator’s rejection of women, particularly strong women, entering his world unless used as an object, is a commentary on the sort of utopia hypermasculine and incel men desire. He himself feels demasculinised (is this a word?) by her so his alter ego, Tyler, is his response.

Another good example, is the support group for those with testicular cancer. The Narrator describes Bob as having “bitch tits” which resulted from his castration. The whole group is a mockery of sensitivity among men because it proclaims that the only way a man can be sensitive is by having their balls removed.

There are so many small, minute details in this book/movie that poke fun at the typical hyper-masculine mindset that this was supposed to be a short “in your face” piece on how to combat the snowflake insult that it’s become a small essay on the subject.

Some examples of these small details:

The woman who wants to have sex before she dies is a clever response to the idea that disabled individuals are asexual because of their disibility.

The desire The Narrator has to destroy the face of the well-groomed man is another nod to the idea that masculinity doesn't make room for men to groom themselves or look 'pretty'. (Remember the whole 'metrosexual' thing from the early 2000's? Yeah.)

When Tyler forces all his 'space monkies' to endure the pain of the chemical burn on their hand, it's symbolic of the pain men endure to keep up these masculine appearances whether it causes them physical or mental anguish. It is also a physical mark given to them as a form of conformity, which is also when Tyler gives his snowflake speech, proving that they are not individuals anymore, but are under his patriarchal control.

The term “snowflake” is a jab to the bigots that use it, which is hysterical. What they’re saying is, “You’re not a unique snowflake, you are just like me, a drone of society that cannot think for themselves and has become a consumerist puppet used to feed the system that I admire which is also responsible for keeping me down. The fact that you reject your programming offends me because it forces me to face and question the societal rules, roles, and structures set in place, by man, that I have relied on my entire life. It forces me to face and question the patriarchy, which I currently worship and am a part of.”

#i should be working but I suddenly got the urge to do a deep dive into the snowflake insult and here we are #I personally love fight club and have loved it before I ever knew the author was gay or before the term snowflake was thrown around. #it always was and always will be a great book and a great movie #fight club #snowflake #incels #hyper masculinity #chuck palahniuk #tyler durden #long post

[echobx]

Jiara has done nothing for JJ or Kie's character development. It has actually caused character regression. JJ was a bad friend to Pope last season and he didn't even apologize for the way he handled the whole Kiara situation. Pope deserved better than that. Idc what anyone says their friendship is not the same due to this. It doesn't matter that Pope and Cleo are a couple now. If I was Pope, JJ would be kept at arms length.

As for Kiara, she has a different personality each season so that's why her development is all over the place. The only thing consistent is her loyalty to the Pogues. She deserves a better storyline than just trying to "fix" JJ while he pushes her away until she gets kidnapped. Free my girl from the fans who only see her as their self-insert to ship with the overrated white boys, especially Rafe the Rat!

yeah, JJ didn't feel like himself and more like a bad copy of who he was in the seasons before in like 90% of s3, the only time he was the same as always was ep7-8 when he was with JB.

I don't know if I would say he was a bad friend to Pope, but he was obviously less of a friend to him, and Pope decided to balance it out by spending time with Cleo (which tbh was the one good thing that season) and for selfish reasons I want JJ and Pope to reconcile and go back to being lovesick fools for each other (I'm never gonna let jjpope die. idc about the haters)

the only way I can think of s3 in terms of jiara, is by looking at all of it as sibling vibes (bc that's all they ever had, there was never any romance) and just ignore that kiss that both actors visibly didn't put any work in to make it look like they actually care about the ship.

honest to god, i feel like both Madison and Rudy are probably the biggest jiara haters out there.

concerning Kie, I will always defend her against the writers, bc s1 I actually thought she had such great potential, but then fans wanted her with Pope, so that happened, and then fans wanted her with JJ, and it happened again. wanting a poc woman to be with a white man so hard that you pressure the writers into doing it feels sinister to me. at least she and pope had a tiny bit of chemistry.

but then again, her whole arc is heavily queercoded. and Madison (an actual queer woman) knows this and wants to embrace it, but they won't let her. and I can't even imagine how it must feel to play a character and hope for them to get good character development just for them to fuck you over every new season. s1!Kie was very much a "pick me" girl already, and they could've easily gotten her a great arc and away from this pick me behavior, but instead they leaned into it even more, and then they made her into a bitch who plays with her best friends feelings. her development is literally nonexistent. she stays the same rather shallow girl all the way through.

I watched s1 and hoped to see Kie evolve into a real girls girl, someone who doesn't repeat her dumb hurtful mistakes. but they destroyed it all bc as we have also seen with Sarah, they don't know how to write women.

and I sometimes even question her loyalty to the pogues bc if she was really all in, why would she ask JB to pick her over Sarah. like, I know it makes sense for her as a pick me girl to do that, but i still hate it. and it also seems like most of the time she treats being a pogue like a hobby instead of actual reality and the lives of her best friends. (which is one of the main reasons why her and jj will never work even if they had chemistry)

on Rafe, i do hope they keep Sofia as his gf (even tho RafeBarry is just so much fun) but as much as I hope that they don't pull the "he fixed himself to be with her" I just know that they don't have enough brains to actually know not to do this.

#fanon Kie. and by that I mean lesbian!Kie is a million times better than canon #obx #anti jiara #~ask #~rambles #obx critic #jjpope

[lucienarcheron]

As one of your Black followers it makes me really feel a type of way that you’re constantly bringing up Black people when you’re talking about Helion and Lucien. I get you want your rep and that’s totally valid but the way you constantly express that desire comes off as you being angry at the black community for wanting some more rep, too. And that’s fucked up.

We can headcanon different things and that’s okay, but what’s not cool to me is you telling people that we’re in the wrong for having our own headcanons (especially when they’re representation related). You have a difference in opinion and that’s your business, but the least you could do is keep Black people out of it. You don’t have to say “why do people always say he’s Black” “he’s not Black” etc etc when you’re talking about this — fight for your rep and keep us out of it.

Your issue should be with SJM for failing to adequately portray race in acotar, NOT with people for wanting helion/Lucien to be Black. Do better.

Honestly, I'm really glad you brought this up with me. Going to put it under a read more!

I never ever want to come off that way, especially to fellow people of color. I can see how the way I speak about this frustration of mine can come off that way but please know, it is never my intention ever for it to be read that way. For that, I am sorry. I really do apologize for ever making you feel like that and this is a general apology to any other friends/followers where my frustration has made them feel that way. Please know that is never the case. Ever!

My frustration is always directed at SJM first because her lack of writing POC characters well leaves us in spaces where we feel unseen. My other big frustration is with readers (many times white readers) who have a very specific idea of race and start pulling out their color charts and telling me, a woman of color, that the way I think of Lucien and Helion isn't correct. My issue becomes with how over the years those types of fans don't listen to a woman of color straight up telling them "Hey, there are other sides to this! There is more than one way to view this character!" I've been vagued about how I view Helion even though it comes from a place of trying to give room for other interpretations of this character. Since knowing that the artist who worked with SJM to create the coloring book aimed at a Persian-inspired Helion, I will always view him that way. To me, that is canon. He will always be a brown man to me. To me, he isn't black, and when people come at me for saying that, it feels like we're erasing one POC in favor of another. You may like to view him and headcanon him as black and you should absolutely feel comfortable to do so but it also shouldn't be at the expense of Middle Eastern rep. For example, to me — it is clear as day that Tarquin and many of the people of the Summer Court are black with no questions. Helion is not because dark-skinned doesn't always equal black. We all want to feel seen in our favorite stories and I would never want to make people feel like I'm trying to sour that for them but I also don't want people souring it for me.

My other issue becomes with readers (again, many times it being white readers) who headcanon both Helion and Lucien as black, stating it like it's fact, and then trying to make those who don't make Helion/Lucien a specific shade of brown or say that they don't see them as black feel like they're wrong. The one thing we can all agree on is that they're not white but we also have to remember, race isn't viewed the same way everywhere and that above all else, is the message I want to get across whenever I bring him up. People of color don't exist in one way or have one specific look or one specific shade of "brown". Let's be real, SJM is a white woman, and her "golden brown" is like a super tan white person lol. But also, tan is a color people of color have. There's this one family I always use as an example because they're half arab and half white but those kids straight up look like redheaded white kids lol. And it's not just about skin tone (though this is always what comes up first). It's also about drawing these characters with Middle Eastern features that don't happen. My frustration always comes down to how color/race is discussed with this one lens without considering how, outside of the US/Europe, people do not see it the same way. Especially when it's white readers trying to tell people of color what shade of color these characters should be. People don't like to consider that Lucien is "white-passing" but that is a thing in many cultures because people of color can still be light-skinned.

Your "do better" at the end feels a tad condescending and this ask feels overall a little rude but I want to give you the benefit of the doubt that you're truly trying to be helpful and coming from a place of friendship. I hope you extend me the same grace knowing that anything I've said is all said from a place of love and understanding. I think in general, we all can do better, especially fellow POCs in the fandom, to uplift each other and give each other space to be/feel seen.

And because this is a topic discussed by quite a few people in the fandom on tumblr/discord today specifically, I want to make it very very VERY clear — I am not being vague about anyone. I am not trying to target anyone with this response. This is not meant for a specific person or group of people. These are my overall thoughts because I've been in this fandom space for years and these conversations keep happening.

I am 100% trying to come from a very respectful place with this response because I know that these kinds of conversations can be awkward and uncomfortable for people. Please know, that my intentions are never to harm or make anyone feel bad but I hope people also extend that grace and understanding to me and my perspective on it. I always want my blog to be a safe space and welcoming for everyone. This fandom and the people in it have been a significant part of my life and joy for so long so it's important to me that none of this is taken in any negative context. I appreciate you bringing this up to me.

#asks #Anonymous #helion #helion spell cleaver #Please remember to be respectful if you have something to add. #I'm not trying to argue with anyone about anything. #I am trying to give some respectful understanding so please remember kindness! #Going to hold off on smtb chapter because I feel like this is important to let marinate lol #anon