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maltedmilkks · 1 year

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after the night at the byer’s, billy and steve both sport the same bruises.

and it doesn’t make sense.

steve’s sure he didn’t get that many hits in, and even then, it wasn’t hard enough to give billy a shiner like his.

and the worst part is, he feels bad.

“Hey, man,” He starts, cornering billy after a particularly difficult basketball practice. billy was awful. he kept his shirt on, too, which was weird. steve was benched completely; he can barely see out of one eye, and the other is still swollen shut.

billy’s panting from practice, hunched over as if it hurts to breathe. facing his locker and not replying to steve.

“um,” steve continues. “i…feel bad about what happened this weekend. i was just looking out for the kids, y’know, and i didn’t mean to hit you that h-“

billy turns around, snarling. looking like a battered, cornered wild dog.

“oh fuck right off, harrington,” he spits, and shoulders his way out.

“dude,” steve says, curling his lip. “i’m trying to apologize to you, asshole.”

“i don’t need your apology,” billy replies, and it hurts a little.

“well maybe if you hadn’t been a racist asshole i wouldn’t have had to hit you in the first plac-“

billy seems even angrier.

“i am not a fucking racist, harrington,” he snarls, but it lacks the horror his voice used to hold because of the wounds on his face.

steve grimaces. “yeah, totally, you just attacked lucas because he happened to be the closest.”

billy looks around the locker room as if someone is watching him. nervous.

“it’s not because of that,” he mutters, chewing on his swollen bottom lip.

“then why?” steve presses. “because if i recall, he didn’t do a damn thing to you, billy.”

billy swallows and refuses to make eye contact.

“it’s my fucking dad, harrington. he finds out max is messing around with a black kid and all three of us get a shiner worse than mine. i couldn’t care less about what those little shits are doing, but he does.”

steve’s face softens.

“so you’re…taking the punches for max?”

“that’s a stupid way to put it.”

“i…” steve gapes. “why don’t you go to hopper or something? he could put your dad in j-“

“because, harrington, i’ve got nowhere to go and no one gives a shit anyway if a dad beats his son as discipline. but i can’t let him put a hand on max. she doesn’t deserve it. even if she’s a fucking bitch.”

billy shakes his head like he’s said something awful.

“now you know. congratulations, harrington. i spent all this time stealing your crown and now you know that i’m just a pussy whose dad beats him. have fun spreading that one around.”

billy turns to leave and steve catches him by the arm.

“i’m not going to tell anyone,” he says, and billy scoffs.

“i promise. i’m not like that anymore. like you said…turned bitch.”

billy laughs.

“so, what? you look at me like i’m a kicked puppy every time i come to school with my teeth knocked in? because i’d rather you spread rumors about me instead.”

steve shakes his head.

“i wont do that either. promise. i just…i dunno. can i help in any way?”

billy shrugs him off.

“do what you do, i guess. protect those little shits. i’m not as good with kids as you are, mama bird.”

steve flushed at that and grimaces.

“please do not ever call me that again.”

and they laugh. and it feels nice.

“hey, uh, are you doing anything this friday?” steve asks, and it feels natural.

“probably looking after max. parents like to go out a lot and leave me with her.”

“well, why don’t you and her come with me and we can catch a movie maybe? she can bring lucas and you two can patch things up?”

“are you asking me on a date, harrington?”

steve’s face gets even redder.

“no, i just meant-like y’know, it would be nice, and i could, um-“

“it’s cool. i’ll come by friday. 5:00? you get lucas, i’ll bring max.”

steve nods. “um, yeah. that sounds good.”

billy smiles softly. “good. and don’t pick some girly movie. max and i like slashers.”

“right. got it.”

“see ya, steve.”

billy nudges him before jogging off, undoubtably late to pick up max.

and steve is frozen. what started as an apology for his own moral compass turned into a date. steve’s going on a date? with a boy? no, it was just a joke. maybe. probably.

he hopes it wasn’t, though.

#stranger things #billy hargrove #steve harrington #harringrove #steve x billy #idk I wanted to write something #thought about this on my walk home from classes #steve and Billy reconciliation moment asf #wish they had something like this in the show #sad face #lucas sinclair #max mayfield #I just think their double date would’ve been cheesy as fuck LMAO #tee hee #billy hargrove redemption #and then Billy gives Steve a box of chocolates as an apology for the Byers house #and him and max finally talk through everything #and he apologizes to Lucas and explains and then they become basketball practice buddies

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holylulusworld · 1 year

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Deranged Marriage (9) – Two tidal waves

Summary: Your father wants you to choose a husband. Your chosen one doesn’t like the idea one bit.

Pairing: Mobster!Bucky Barnes x (Mafia daughter)! Reader

Characters: Steve Rogers, Alexander Pierce

Warnings: mentions of character’s death, language, strong/bratty reader, banter, sexual tension, enemies with sexual tension, making out, still idiots in love, hand around throat (non-sexual), threats, implied torture with knives

Deranged Marriage masterlist

<< Part 8

“Fucking hell, get it over with, James Buchanan Barnes. You’ve got a dick and she got…uh whatever that bitch is hiding under her cheap fake designer clothes,” you argue with Bucky again.

You cross your arms over your chest, huffing as Bucky refuses sex with Natasha. This is to make it more believable that he’s on her side.

“I don’t want to,” he bites back. Bucky points out that the same applies to you as well. “I’m not some breathing dildo you can use for your liking.”

“Yeah, but not so long ago you loved to fuck her on our dining table so,” you cock your head, “what’s the problem? Can the old man not get it up anymore? Do you need Viagra? I can ask Helen to get you some.”

“You fucking brat,” he growls in your direction. “One day I’ll put you over my lap and spank the life out of your bratty ass. You are frustrating and annoying.”

“Asshole.”

“I should just,” he throws his hands up, “leave you to yourself. I have no idea why I’m helping you. A bullet to my brain would be less painful."

“I can’t believe you are ruining our chance to bring the people attacking my father down over a quickie. Just put it inside a little and disappoint her like every other girl you fucked.”

“That’s what you want? How about you watch me fuck her too, huh? I bet you are a kinky bitch." He smirks at you. “Go ahead and tell me about all the dirty fantasies you have about me and my sex life.”

“You mean your non-existent sex life,” you retort, mirroring his smirk. “I heard through the grapevine that you didn’t get any lately.”

“Because of you,” he’s in your face, breathing hard. “Every woman in town believes we will marry and they are afraid of you and your father.”

“Aw, I’m cock blocking you?” you coo. “What a pity you refuse to fuck Natasha. Your dick would feel so much better after going for a ride with her.”

“I told you,” you gasp as his hand wraps around your neck. He grips your neck tightly, forcing you to look up at him. “I don’t want to fuck her.”

“Why? She’s your type.”

“Dead is not my type.”

You frown deeply. Just a few days ago Bucky and you talked about getting closer to the person who ordered the hit on you and your father through Natasha. “What do you mean by...dead?"

“Oh…did I forget to tell you she’s dead?” He smirks darkly as he watches your lips part.

“What? But we made all these plans and now…” You knit your brows together. "Wait, you killed her, didn’t you?”

“It was an accident,” Bucky leans closer to whisper in your ear. “Maybe I let slip that she’s a mole and that Natasha tried to warn your father. Pierce is no one to mess with, you know.”

“You—” you groan. “Why did you do this? That's stupid, Barnes. We had a plan.”

“Your plan included fucking Natasha.”

“Hell, I would’ve fucked her myself to get one step closer,” you huff. “You’re a coward, Barnes. Why couldn’t you fuck her…?”

“What’s done is done. I’m more of the hit them where it hurts guy. Not the one sneaking around to get information. While you made all these nice plans, Steve and I did your job.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“We caught Pierce and two of his minions. Steve has a blast interrogating them. He just loves to toy with them,” Bucky purrs in your ear. His hand tightens around your throat, making you whimper. “If only you could see yourself now. So afraid I will choke you just a little harder.”

“We already confirmed that you are not man enough, sweetie,” you grit your teeth as he loosens his hold. It only takes Bucky's hand around your neck to show you what he can do. “Do it or stop toying with me.”

“You wish I would toy with you, doll,” he chuckles. “What a pity I won’t…”

“Alexander Pierce, in all his glory,” Steve laughs as Pierce fights the ropes holding him to a chair. “You see, Y/F/N and Y/N are my allies. They are Bucky’s allies. If you attack them, you attack us.”

“The thing is, we will let you live your pitiful life. We all tried to kill each other at least once." Bucky looks at the knives he placed on a table in front of Pierce. “What I want from you is to tell me who was involved in the hit. Who is the rat among Y/F/N's people?”

“I won’t tell you shit,” Pierce spits while talking. Even though Steve has already roughed him up over the past few hours, he refuses to give up.

“We will see." Bucky chooses one knife and wields it in front of Pierce’s face. “Did you ever hear about my talent with knives? I just love the feeling of metal cutting into skin and flesh.”

“Why won’t you let me interrogate him, Barnes?” You pace the room, huffing as Bucky refuses to answer. “Did he give you a name?”

“Romanoff was all he said,” Bucky huffs. “He’s a tough little bastard. I give him that. But no one withstood my knives forever. I will find the mole for you…I mean your father. I will find him for your father.”

“We already knew about Romanoff,” you grunt. “Why did you get her killed? This was stupid."

“Your face is stupid.”

You giggle at Bucky’s words. “Your face is stupid, and your beard…the hair…the muscles. Why are you always wearing a suit but no tie? That’s stupid too.”

When he grips your right arm roughly, he says, "I use all my ties to restrain brats. I leave them there for me to use.”

“You’re so…” you squeak when he roughly cups your face and crushes his lips to yours. Bucky devours your mouth. The kiss is all tongue and teeth. He won’t let up until you weakly push against his shoulders. “I can’t breathe, you…”

He silences your protests with his mouth again. Bucky keeps you from running your mouth by slipping his tongue into your mouth.

His hands move to your waistline to easily lift you and slam you into the wall behind you.

“What the fuck?" You can barely catch your breath. Bucky is all over you. He forces your legs around his waistline before his mouth is back on you. His hands grip your ass roughly as you grind against his swelling length.

“Shut up for a moment," he whispers against your lips. “Just stop talking. I only want to hear you moan my name from now on.”

In response, you fist his hair, making him growl. “If you want me to shut up, do me good, Barnes…”

>>Part 10

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#Deranged Marriage (9) – Two tidal waves #bucky barnes x reader #mobster!bucky barnes x fem!reader #mobster!bucky #bucky barnes x female reader #enemies to lover #idiots in love

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fand0mh03 · 10 months

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Headcanons about having an arguement/fight with each of the Evans?

Fighting with the Evans

Tate Langdon:

Im going to state this right now; the fight was his fault

He is stupid

We all saw his relationship with Violet

He’d probably deny something that he said and then gaslight you into thinking that he didn’t say it, but you knew he did

He loves to gaslight gatekeep and girlboss

Anyways

He would try to talk to you, but you give him the silent treatment because he is an asshole (sometimes…. A lot of the times)

He hides in his attic or something

You need time to cool off, and you stay in your room and probably scroll on your phone or read, but what you don’t know is that he’s actually watching you

Spooky

We love a sociopath 🥰

Should we? No, but do we? Yes

I feel like violet wouldn’t hate you, but she’d think your a dumb bitch

In her mind she doesn’t see why you stay with him, especially when you know everything that he’s done, but she would definitely talk to you about the fight

She would justify your feelings and make you feel validated

Wait....

Should you…

Should you date violet….?

Maybe. Possibly. Probably

Depending on the severity of the fight, you might need anywhere between a couple of hours, to a couple of days to cool off

The whole time he’d be watching you… always lurking… always watching….

👀

Kit Walker:

I’m going to be honest, I am having a hard time thinking of something to fight over with Kit

Maybe him inviting Jude- a woman who tortured him- into his house with his wife (you) and your kids?

Or possibly him overworking himself trying to build a better life for you and your guys’ family?

Either way, I think he wouldn’t yell. He’d be patient with you and would be understanding

He would try to see your point of view before explaining why he feels a certain way

Oh? What’s that sound?

Thats the sound of a healthy relationship!!!

After you both cooled off, he would hug you, apologize, and place a kiss on your forehead

He’d feel extremely bad about fighting with you and would want to make it up to you any chance he could, even though you told him your forgave him and that you weren’t bothered

He would cuddle you for sure

I think he’d be scared of upsetting you, but you didn’t realize how worried he actually is, so when you sit in bed getting ready to sleep and he turns to you with tears in his eyes and asks if you’re mad at him, you realize that he still feels bad

You have to explain to him that you’re not going to just leave him because of a small disagreement and that you’re not mad at him

Kit >>>>>

Kyle Spencer:

He would be scared to make you mad

If he senses something is slightly wrong, he will start apologizing over and over again

You could sigh, and he would be in tears

Protect him at all costs

He tries to talk to you in a calm manner and actually gets quieter

You would have to assure him that its alright and that you don’t hate him

Because he thought that you hate him and will cry

Cuddles afterwards

You don’t really fight because of it, so you have some well mannered, and calm disagreements

He would be so scared of you breaking up with him or hating him forever

He’d just go quiet and start apologizing quietly

When you’re annoyed and ranting to him, you immediately calm down when he goes quiet because you know he’s sad

So you’d give him a hug and a kiss, which would bring a smile to his face

Jimmy Darling:

He gets LOUD

He’ll yell at you, and eventually will scare you enough to just look at him in shock and fear

Especially if he’s drunk

If he’s drunk you refuse to talk to him when he’s yelling because he can get aggressive

You’d have to call his mommy on him to calm him down

Until she died-

Then you’re on your own, kid

You’d probably sleep in amazon eve’s caravan, or hide behind her, or both, both is good

She’d fight for you

She’s so mommy

Jimmy would be apologetic afterwards and tell you it would never happen again

It happens again 🤓

James Patrick March:

He wouldn’t yell at you, he wouldn’t get angry with you, he wouldn’t do anything but listen and agree with you

Which makes you more mad because you’re confused

He’d say things like “yes, darling, I understand, that was an idiotic thing I’ve done”

You calm down and thank him

You two come up with an agreement and all is well

He’d feel bad about upsetting you and apologize

I feel like he wouldn’t be mad at all, you know? Like he loves you and he doesn’t want you to be upset ever, but especially if he’s the reason you’re upset

He’d do anything to make you happy

Kai Anderson:

One of two things could happen

A) he screams at you and will berate you for an hour or more, and then leave you alone in your shared room for hours until he goes in to sleep and he cuddles you and whispers a quick “sorry”

Or option B) he screams at you in your face for hours, hits you, and will berate you until you crying and telling him to stop. Then he’ll give you an evil smirk and throw you into the basement and locks the door. He may leave you there for 3 hours, or 3 days

Winter would come down and give you water, food, and comfort

She’d tell you how to get him calmer faster

Of course she isn’t perfect at it, but she knows a lot more, having to deal with him her entire life

But we clearly saw how well that worked out for her in the end, so hopefully that doesn’t happen to you

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sednonamoris · 5 months

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last time i say sorry

Pairings: John Marston x Abigail Roberts, John Marston x gn!reader

Summary: John and Abigail break up.

Warnings: Toxic relationships, breakup, negative self talk, canon-typical references to violence, strong language

Word count: 904

A/N: see ch. 17 of ghost story for context - this is the conversation abigail pulls john away to have!

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John blames the wolves for ruining your hunting trip, but deep down he knows that all they did was finish the job. He was the one who ruined things the moment he opened his big fat mouth about the very thing he was trying to run from: Abigail and Arthur.

Stupid, he thinks bitterly. Ignorant fucking son-of-a-bitch.

Whether he’s talking about himself or Arthur, even he doesn’t know. You might. You seem to know just about everything, which maybe is why he started the argument in the first place. He’s just sick of everyone else sticking their nose in his and Abigail’s business. So what if things are a mess? Haven’t they always been? What do they really expect him to do? Father that kid? Raise him? He doesn’t know the first thing about fathering, and even less about nice childhoods. And Arthur—

The less he thinks about him, the better.

So really it’s no surprise that Abigail ambushes him the second the two of you arrive back at camp. She wants to talk. Probably about Arthur. If he can get his head out of his ass long enough for a serious conversation. John raises his lip in a sneer but follows her to the edge of camp anyway, where they can play at privacy. Everyone’s eyes are on them as they go, but he feels yours.

“What?” he demands, arms folded, voice monotone, when she stops. The cruel satisfaction he gets from the flicker of hate in her eyes doesn’t last as long as he’d like.

Then Abigail Roberts, the quickest woman he knows with a sharp word, thinks for a long moment about what she’d like to say. He feels the ground shift beneath him, the usual rhythm of their fights thrown off beat.

“I can’t keep doin’ this, John,” she finally settles on. “We can’t keep doin’ this.”

Even her voice is different than usual, soft and resigned instead of fighting mad.

“Doin’ what?” he scoffs. He knows exactly what.

“This,” she gestures emphatically between the two of them. “You and me. I love you, and a part of me always will, but I’ve got to think about Jack.”

“So this is about me bein’ a father.”

“Not just that.” The way she looks up at him with those blue, blue eyes stops the defensive snarl caught in his throat. They’re the same color of the flowers he used to go out and pick for her, back when they were younger and dumber and happy. It’s so easy to forget they used to be happy. “I got to think about myself, too. I’ve begged and begged for you to change, John, but maybe it’s time I saw that you can’t, or you won’t. I’ve got to let you go.”

You’ve got to let me go, she leaves unsaid.

He’s never been good at much, but especially not that.

By the time he lets anything go it’s ruined and marred and scarred - rent with claw marks and no good to anyone. Broken. At seven his father beat him for breaking things just to see how hard he had to push before they cracked. He killed his first man at eleven for much the same reason, though he still claims self defense when asked. Now, at twenty-six, he’s gone and done the same to Abigail. Pushed her ‘til her pretty porcelain skin cracked and then dug his fingers in so it wouldn’t heal. He can’t live with her but he doesn’t know what to do without her, and the mean, grasping thing in his chest refuses to let Arthur have her even if his heart knows, deep down, they’ll both be happier for it.

It’s an ugly thing, knowing that.

Even uglier that he can’t stop. Won’t, maybe. The realization makes his scars itch.

He covers his face and sighs long and deep. When he looks back she’s still standing there. Patient. Waiting. Caught up in a snare he should’ve freed her from years ago now.

“Abigail…” he starts, then stops. What else can he say?

“I’m sorry,” she whispers past tears that don’t know how to fall.

He shakes his head and pulls her into a too-tight hug.

“Sorry ain’t enough for what I am,” he rasps into the crook of her neck. And it isn’t. He’s sorry, he’s sorry, he’s sorry, but not enough to change. Not enough to love her the way a man should. Not enough to be a father, and certainly not enough to give up the powerful, nameless thing between you and him that’s always been a shadow over their relationship.

“I know,” she says. “I know, John.”

She must.

He can’t quite look her in the eye as they part, and maybe it’s for the best, but it doesn’t make it hurt any less like he hoped it might.

“I’ll get my things from your tent,” he says.

“That’s probably best,” she agrees.

There’s a million stabbing pieces in his chest as he walks away. Usually spying you across camp is enough to turn his blackest moods, but not this time. Now that same inexplicable, happy feeling makes him sick with guilt. Maybe if he understood what it was, he and Abigail might’ve worked out. But a whisper at the base of his skull and the back of his teeth says that maybe if he knew, he never would’ve been with her in the first place.

#john marston x reader #ghost story #ghost story: hauntings #fran writes

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mybabydenkikaminari · 8 months

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Episode 6 (OPLA)

-Luffy’s zoning out because he isn’t available to deal with it 10/10

-”Someone needs to go back to Baratie” “Um, I’m really not hungry right now, Nami”

-Luffy still freaking out, love it

-Zeff complaining about the most stupid things driving nuts poor Sanji (and Zeff doing it on purpose)

-Sanji moving his lip to the “It needs more oregano”, I’m in love your honor

-Sanji also moving immediately to help Luffy, I’M IN LOVE YOUR HONOR

-Zeff using a fish to cure someone and drinking the whiskey instead of using it on the wound, so in character

-Mihawk sitting in Garp’s chair, Queen slay

-Luffy cleaning Zoro’s sword and trying to pronounce his name, cutie

-LUFFY REFUSING FOOD

-Also Sanji cooking in the Going Merry because he wants Zeff to leave him alone (also “Not wasting food” policy always)

-Luffy trying to decide what is best for his boyf-, I mean friend, just friend

-”Oregano’s for savages” + “I’d rather die than have you season my food” BITCH GET A GRIP

-Also Zeff carrying a bullet belt with species instead of actual bullets

-Love we are doing it the manga way and he eat his own leg

-Luffy “can relate” and Sanji brushing it of

-”I’d eat both arms and legs to save Zoro’s life”

-Nami explaining the story of Jaya arc to Zoro

-Nami being angry to Luffy it’s so on point with her backstory

-”And I’d do anything to save him”

-Also Luffy I can put myself between someone and his dream is so on point with his backstory too

-Nami’s my dream “It’s for Zoro to not die in my bed”, OH MY, Luffy has it bad but Nami it’s not far behind

-Coby your crush is showing!!!!!! Again btw

-Kind of like a lot Arlong being a boss

-Usopp trying to help Luffy and him open up a little bit about his insecurities, so fucking cuteeee

-”Me?”

-Sanji immediately moving after hearing that Arlong is going to destroy Baratie if Zeff doesn't turn Luffy over because he knows that he isn’t going to turn over Chore Boy

-Luffy going to protect Baratie because he has a heart of gold

-Sanji in love look at Luffy when his reason to help is that they fed them (oh no, I’m starting to see the appeal to LuSan too)

-Nami looking at Luffy like she is going to rip his head off because she knows that Arlong is going to kick their asses and she is scared

-I love being expose now to the equality problem with the fishmen because it makes Arlong hate for humans more believable and reasonable (he has no right to kill innocent people anyway though)

-Also makes sense that he is angry at the fishmen that works at Baratie (I am sure that Zeff treats him equally but Arlong doesn’t know or care)

-Buggy’s head in the bag 10/10 (also call out to Zoro who had the same idea in Syrup Village)

-Buggy as usual

-”Sorry, honey” I know that this two are not a thing but the PHRASING

-Zeff still trying to protect his Chore Boy

-Sanji screaming Zeff and kicks 10/10 (even if he gets his ass handed)

-Usopp under the table 10/10

-”Not bad for human”

-Love the door crashing, Arlong always the dramatic bitch

-Nami’s sad confession to Zoro 10/10

-Nami saving Luffy’s live <3 (she knew that someone would have saved him from the water)

-Not gonna lie I am deeply in love with the design of Arlong’s tattoo

-Sanji taking the time to lose the tie and shirt it’s so in character

-Sanji’s abs, thank you

-Luffy’s heart is breaking

-Garp beloved hat making an appearance

-Koby’s realization that his words had the exact opposite effect (his heart is not handling it well)

-”At least I don’t drown everything in oregano”

-Zeff convincing Sanji that he needs to go follow his dreams in the worst way possible, it doesn’t have the same impact as the manga or anime but I like it

-”You sure missed a big fight. Those fishmen guys were tough. You would’ve loved it”

-Luffy opening his heart completely to Zoro

-”And now I lost Nami. I lost the Grand Line map. And maybe I will lose you too”

-”I need you, Zoro”

-LUFFY STRADDLING ZORO HIPS WITH HIS OWN. LUFFY KEEPING HIMSELF ON TOP OF HIM PUTTING ONE HAND ON EACH SIDE. LUFFY REPEATING ZORO’S NAME MULTIPLE TIMES IN THAT SAME POSITION. LUFFY THROWING HIMSELF ON TOP OF ZORO’S CHEST AND HUGGING HIM. LUFFY PUTING THE BARE MINIMUM DISTANCE TO THEN CARESS ZORO’S FACE WITH HIS HAND. Oh my god… OH MY GOD! EXCUSE ME?! WHAT?! I HAVE NO WORDS, I AM JUST FUCKING DEAD (I survived the DDoS attack of AO3 but I couldn’t survive these XD)

-”You gonna to keep talking, or let me get some sleep”+”Right now, I’m wishing I was (dead)” Not gonna lie, MOOD

-Zoro hearing Nami’s sad confession and knowing that she left

-Zoro making sure that Luffy knows that it’s not his fault

-”I, Roronoa Zoro, vow to stand by your side from now until the end. Until we find the One Piece or die trying. So bring on the Marines or pirates or sea beasts. You’re my captain, Luffy, and I’m your first mate.”

-HE PUT HIS FIST SOFTLY ON TOP OF LUFFY’S HEART AND LUFFY TOOK HIS HAND IN HIS. YES, I’M STILL DEAD, WHY DO YOU ASK?

-The fucking life action of One Piece just give us a 5 minute long canon fanfic of Luffy and Zoro and I am hear for it (Still not a ZoLu girl all the way though, I have to many ships in these show)

-”I wasn’t worried for a second” Yeah, right

-Also after the most tender moment ever, with Zoro’s hand, the one on his chest, still on his own, Luffy almost kills Zoro himself moving him to hard

-Usopp showing off and Zoro’s smiling answer being “You scared’em off, The Great Captain Usopp” knowing full well that it’s just a lie is so fucking cute too

-”Lot of dried meat in these barrels. You think we brought too much?” ”You know who are you sailing with?” and proceeding to look the man that guide them to Baratie only using his nose

-Luffy getting super excited about Sanji joining them not only because he thinks he is a good guy and a good fighter, also because he is an excellent cook

-”Why are we bringing the waiter?” “Because we can’t boil water” (btw Zoro has no right to look this fucking good saying that)

-Sanji’s goodbye 10/10

-Buggy’s head bag <3

#opla #one piece live action #one piece netflix #one piece #opla spoilers #my post

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rosenongrata · 16 days

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solitary solidarity – i

Summary: A selection of writings that explore the early days of the odd relationship between Doctor Veritas Ratio and Missus Kagome Ikeda.

A/N: need a break from the chapter 2 smut, so i'm writing this a bit here and there >.< enjoy?? idk anyway, Dr. Ratio be a massive bitch fr

c.w/s: varies on what part, but i'll make sure to mark each addition with the proper tags in the a/n. OC-insert.

w.c: ~700

“Ah, it’s you, the…” A semi-muffled yet deep voice rings behind the tall woman – who had been minding her business, walking down the long hall with a stack of papers in hand, “…Copycat, is it?”

She only stopped in her tracks for a mere moment before resuming her initial task – which is approaching her office door, shuffling for her keys, and then promptly dropping them onto the floor. She finds herself on the verge of sighing as she stares down at her keys for a long, quiet moment – but she snatches the chain of one too many keys before the person behind her can say anything.

“We have not met before now – so, allow me, Mrs. Kagome Ikeda,” The man resumes – he refuses to let the alleged fellow prodigy in front of him get away so quickly, “I am Doctor Veritas Ratio, I am a—”

“I know…” The woman mutters, “…I already looked at the entire list of staff members from across all schools.” She still hasn’t given him a single glance – even after she pops open her office door and flips on the light.

She steps inside, setting her stack of papers upon papers on her well-organized desk. His eye twitches underneath the plaster sculpture on his head – maybe it’s a good thing she hasn’t looked at him yet.

“Well, it is nice to know that you do your research.” He nearly grumbles, feigning a pleasant demeanor for now. “I have a query.” He adds.

And she silently wishes he’d go away already – does she have to chase him with a broom to get him to leave?

When she finally turns to him, he nearly sighs in relief to capture her full attention. But the next words out of her mouth immediately mute that desire of his to sigh,

“I do too.” She blinks, her eyes painted with exhaustion – the dark circles surrounding her silverine gaze left uncovered despite the makeup on her face elsewhere. “What’s with…” She trails off, threatening to spill her thoughts about how ridiculous and stupid it looks, but she barely refrains, “What’s with the plaster head?”

“Hardly important—”

“I beg to differ.”

“Oh? Do elaborate.”

“If you are going to speak to me, I would enjoy at least an ounce of respect from one of my new coworkers.” She answers, but her tired, dull expression gives no sway to any emotion she might be feeling. “Or are you just…shy?” She inquires emotionlessly.

“I am not shy.” He hisses, “I will take it off should you answer my question.” He firmly crosses his arms.

“Okay.” She shrugs.

(She’s bored already? Hmph.) He ponders briefly, “Why are you called the “Copycat”, exactly?” He presses.

She looks away, staring out the nearby window instead and staying silent.

“…How disappointing.” He scoffs, “I’ll have you know that should you plagiarize–”

“I’m not called that because of plagiarism.” She sighs, glancing over at him, “It’s…too difficult to explain to someone who doesn’t have enough knowledge about my homeworld… That’s all.” She shakes her head.

“Is that so?” He hums, “Where are you from, then? I will gladly do the research myself.”

“…Don’t bother. I looked to see if there’s any records of my homeworld here, there aren’t.” She toys with her gloved fingers, picking at fabric and rubbing the tops of her hands.

“Why is that—”

“You’ve asked your maximum amount of questions for the day. Please come back tomorrow.” She says robotically, turning away from him to begin pulling out a shelf to her filing cabinet, “And close the door all the way when you leave, please. Thank you for dropping by.”

“Tsk,” He scowls underneath the plaster, “…If you have any problems with settling in,” He turns away, one hand on the knob of the door, “Find someone else to help you.” He doesn’t leave quite yet, wanting to hear her final response.

“Thank you, I will keep that in mind, Doctor.”

His eye twitches again before shutting the door behind him and striding away from the office. His fists clench at his sides and his teeth grit, he’s less than satisfied with that interaction – which isn’t particularly unusual for him, but… Something is different about her – maybe it’s because she’s branded as a prodigy of some sort or because of the mysterious “Copycat” moniker. He’s not sure which, but either way – it’s frustrating him.

(She’d make an awful professor – having a “max amount of questions per day”. What kind of ridiculous rule is that!?)

#mine #oc #original character #oc: kagome ikeda #honkai star rail #hsr #hsr oc #hsr dr ratio #dr ratio #fic: solitary solidarity #ship: kagtio

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lovelyrots · 1 year

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Forced Matrimony

Chapter 11 - A Well Spun Web

Forced Matrimony Masterlist

Content Warnings - swearing, Stockholm? Maybe, short ish

“Hey, ya heard? The League had a major raid by the big shots.” A small group whispers amongst themselves, tucked away in a dark corner of the seedy bar. “What? When?” One of them asks, leaning forward to hear his partner better.

“Last month, when they locked the whole city down. I heard it was because they kidnapped All Might Jr’s girlfriend.” The glass cracks in Shinso’s grip, and the ache in his jaw tells him to relax before he cracks a molar too.

“Oh yeah! I heard about that! Did Shigaraki get captured?” The third one excitedly adds, leaning over the table between the three. “Fuck if I know, there hasn’t been any talk of him back at base. The only one I know about is that scarecrow looking creep, ya know, the blue flame fucker?”

“Oh shit, so whatever happened to Mimic? Didn’t she use to work with them? I heard she disappeared last year, I remember old man Giran was moaning about not having her for some jobs.”

“She either got caught up in something she couldn’t get out of, or she quit and became someone’s little bitch. Too bad it wasn’t me!” The three share a laugh but it’s short-lived as Shinso turns around and grabs the balding man in the middle of the group. “Don’t you fucking dare talk about her like that.” He snarls out and watches the man throw his hands up and nod. “I-it was just a joke, man. You really think a girl like that would have given him the time of day?” One of the others stutters out.

“Yeah! He’s stupid and makes stupid jokes like that all the time!” The smaller one pipes up and tries to laugh but anyone with a working brain could tell he was scared of the sleep-deprived looking man holding his pal up by the neck.

Shinso scoffs but lets the man go and watches the three huddle close together before turning and stomping out of the dingy bar. “Hitoshi Shinso?” A gruff voice calls out and with a sigh Shinso turns to look at the man behind him.

“Who’s asking?” “Hero Public Safety Commission, please come with me or we’ll have to use force.” A quick glance around and he sees each of the agents and sniper-based heroes stationed in the area, all with their weapons of choice aimed at him. “Why? Last I checked, I’ve done all my work and then some.” The agent takes a step forward and frowns before raising a hand slowly and calmly.

“There’s been some serious allegations made against you with some equally damning evidence, unfortunately we need you to come in.” Shinso’s eyes widen for a split second before his fists clench but he nods and slowly moves toward the agent, hands still and in clear view of everyone surrounding him.

A sudden crash downstairs jolts you awake and you nearly tumble off the bed. Your head whips to the other side of the bed, only to see it empty.

Slowly, you walk towards the door and creep along the wall with your ears listening for any other sounds. Only once you get halfway down the stairs to the living room do you see the cause of the noise; Izuku had collapsed and took a chair from the dining table down with him.

Your eyes immediately dart to the door but it’s sealed and locked, of course it is, but as you draw closer you notice the myriad of bandages and small cuts covering his arms and the tiny glimpse of a bandage peeking out from the collar of his shirt.

You take a step back, just about ready to go back to bed and pretend you never woke up, but something makes you stop your retreat.

You’re not sure what it is; if it’s some sense of pity, or the fear that he’ll lash out at you when he does wake up, or something even more fearful that you refuse to acknowledge even as your stomach twists into knots each time he leaves and you’re left in the silence of this giant house.

Your eyes dart between him and the stairs before you sigh and move closer, turning him onto his back and dragging him to the couch.

“This is just so he doesn’t have a reason to be angry when he wakes up.” You mutter to yourself as you struggle to lift him onto the couch, panting as you finally manage to move him completely onto the furniture and pull on the blanket sitting on the back of it to lay across him.

“What does he eat? A whole whale?” You groan and turn back to the stairs, just missing the green eyes peeking at you.

#x reader #tw swearing #tw stockholm syndrome #izuku x reader

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calypso-finale · 8 months

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Hundred Sixteen. Part 6

I am glad Ti got Imani out of the house and she is with Ti now, so that little bitch can’t run away but I was just generally walking down to leave to go to the hotel so Ti can come home and then seeing Rylee, and then her explaining what happened. I am so mad with that girl, but I am her mother and I will do anything to salvage something I know she wants, the fucking thing was taken out of context “maybe this is the moment we get rid of them brothers from out our lives” Chris said “how about you be quiet yeah, you’re still talking out of anger” he has been on the war path, he wanted to go and beat Oakley up for making her cry but he is allowed to be upset, this man refuses to let any man upset his daughters “he hurt my daughter” he pointed “and? He should be allowed to fucking be upset Chris, nobody needs to be hurt, he is upset with what he heard so leave it, but I need to help Rylee. I want you to go to the hotel, give Ti a break. We can’t trust her to be alone, she will end up running off again seeing as she knows we are watching her, she is acting like a fucking crackhead, I am sick of these older kids. Look, just go to the hotel ok. I need to do something” Chris huffed out “and you, once you realise. You need to apologise to your side son got it” I walked off, I need to help Rylee and I can because Imani did that and I don’t want to leave it to her, she is so upset and I don’t like to see her like that, I know she adores him and they have been getting on just fine “Aziel, don’t you have school?” I asked, he is with Grace, but I am sure he supposed too “I don’t know” he said, “Oakley never picked him up” Grace answered “and why couldn’t anyone else take him?” I asked “Rylee said no, you may need to speak to her” nodding my head smiling at her, Rylee is stupid because what the fuck “just the girl” I pointed, she was coming out of her room too “I need to speak to you, so go back in your room” I pointed, she needs to not be stupid. She is upset I get it but what the fuck, Oakley is the one that heard so why is she acting out, this girl of mine.

She has been crying still, I know my daughter “why hasn’t Aziel gone school?” I asked, “he didn’t pick him up” she said what Grace told me “ok but what is wrong with you doing it?” I frowned “teach him to not be petty, he didn’t call or anything he just never came, this is on him” shaking my head “Rylee, fuck what he does ok, you have a son and child that needs you. Oakley doesn’t see Aziel for months, so then what? He doesn’t go school; I need you to act like a mother. I know you’re upset but please, don’t be me. I fucked up way more than anything in life, so I want to make sure my daughters don’t. I am going to see Oakley actually” her face dropped “why?” she spat “because like I always do, I fix things in my kids life. Look, I am going to try because I know my daughter loves him, I see it in your eyes. The shit got taken out of context and I need him to understand that, so I rather just speak to him, that is all. But that boy needs to go to school, and also he needs normality, he was so upset to see you cry. Then seeing his dad shouting, just fix yourself up. Before I go I just need to do this so I will be back. And I mean it Rylee, be a mother!” I pointed “and let Oakley be hurt, you and your father have something in common, don’t let others be hurt” they really do “why do you care so much?” she retorted “because I know he is good for you ok! You know how I am” I walked off, let me do this and then we can prepare my mother for Imani to come because she needs nothing but clothes on her back while being there, I don’t care.

Maybe I should have checked if he was here, but I will give it another knock, so I did and waited again. I wish he would just open up; I am getting gasps from the other tenants here. I can hear the locks “I wasn’t expecting you” he said as he opened the door “any slower then I may have to start signing autographs” walking inside “well I didn’t know you was coming, erm” walking down the hall, oh these boys are smoking weed “there is boys here” he said “oh sorry, we are going” the boys got up, they were moving fast though “wow you are beautiful in person, shit” looking around his apartment “I hope my grandchild doesn’t be around this” I can see his toys in the corner “nah it gets cleaned up, and when I do I know when he comes” Oakley said “come back around in an hour or something” they all scurried out “I was just having cereal, you want some” he went to his kitchen, it’s open plan so the kitchen is in the living room “can tell a single man when I see one, this is very you” he laughed “my guys are always here but when Aziel come it’s clear, but how can I help you” he sat up on the kitchen counter and grabbed his bowl “I thought you and Rylee were dating again?” I mean he lives and breathes a single man, this is a mess “we barely got started” he laughed “look I just been everywhere, things aren’t good so I am sorry for the mess, but I wasn’t expecting you to come really” he defended, he knows I am judging him “but you should do it for you” he shrugged “that is my life, a mess it’s cool though. How can I help? I am sure there is nothing, I am sure Rylee is crying and everything is my fault, I said things and she is crying and now you’re here to tell me to stop being stupid and that I should be with her, I know the score” he does know it “I mean yeah but Oakley, this is a moment where I would have loved, this is what I have been wanting. You out of my daughter life, I would be rejoicing, this is it really. I have been wanting you to leave her, but I know that my daughter does love you, and you have every right to be upset with her and you can, I am not saying you can’t but I want you to know the real fact before you jump, you can do what you like with it then, but I do love you both together, and I am sorry that once again things aren’t good for you both because it’s hard, I know, I have been there” he is so silent “but can I just do my part and you know the real truth” he nodded his head.

I just think if Rylee does he may just say she is full of it so I am doing it “so we have a group chat, me and my daughters, we just giggle. Mel is in it too, just a girl thing because men, they ruin things. Chris does meaning. We have another one with that side, but we talk shit we do. I have said things about Chris and Ti at the time with Taylan we spoke shit, we all did yeah. Imani not so much because she was good but an undercover bad one but the context of what you have been told is bullshit, I have the real texts here” getting my phone out “how can I be with her when she doesn’t want anything, she hates me practically? I don’t get it!” he spat “but you will, I will explain how these came up. So the whole white gene business. She text saying oh my god, I can’t believe that Oakley wants another baby, I didn’t think he was a big family type, that he even wanted more. Just shocked me, then I put awww baby that is good, he wants a family, allow it. Ti said oh but that baby is going to come out white though, Rylee put lol imagine it they would remove the child saying it’s not mine, then I put that is still your baby. She put oh god I don’t want a white baby but imagine if I do and he or she looks like Oakley, I would love it. Aziel was an off chance, I didn’t think I would get caught like that, but I am glad it was him I got caught with back then, I couldn’t have asked for a better baby father. So Imani shortened that, I have it right here, live. No editing, this was weeks ago Oakley so I am not lying to you and why would I, then the mother thing. Rylee sent us the picture of Aziel gardening, she said Aziel is a real white boy, I said oh wow those white genes kicking in, she put well I am happy he is happy, but his mother can be a complete bitch at times, she wasn’t directly cussing her. Have you seen the messages or just your brother?” I asked he places his bowl down “Juke, he told me it” he mumbled.

Locking my phone “we all say things to our loved ones, I am sure you have too, but I will ride for my kids and I know she didn’t do anything bad, she is scared for the future, she is scared to do things and she asks us stuff but clearly Imani has a vendetta. I do like you Oakley and I can give you my phone right now and you can look through the chat. All you will see is Rylee saying I think he may ask me today, I am scared of this, what if I am this and that. That girl is only going to grow once we leave her to grow, I just want to help her in her defence because she didn’t say anything bad, but you want to see?” walking over to him “no” he shook his head “I know how much you didn’t like me, so this is a moment you did want so I believe you. You know as much as I don’t know what married parents are like, I see it in Rylee she doesn’t know how to be a wife and I see and hear her coming to you and I know that is because she didn’t see it as she grew up like I didn’t see it. I just want her to accept that I do want a family, and that I do want things, but I don’t like the sense that she cares for what the baby would look like because it’s ours, it’s shallow. I just, whatever” he shrugged “and I am sure you have your way with her, I know I messed up, I see it Oakley. We playing catch up now, this is why I see the envy with the younger kids because they have us both there” I always see it “we live and learn” he shrugged “how is your brother?” I asked “he’s alive, you know when Rylee said she would help my mom with getting a house in Ireland, move her in. That made me happy, whatever she is, she is still my mom. I have nothing left and every time I lose things, I just want to settle. I am tired, mentally too” nodding my head “you look it, on your face” he laughed “this is the face of someone that doesn’t sleep because he saw his dad hanging in the garage” he jumped off the counter, I cringed because that is horrible.

Putting the window down as I parked up “why are you still walking around with that bag idiot?” I said to K1 confused with him “I’m giving it to someone, you like it. She had money in here you know” putting my car in park “I assumed so, what’s up anyways? You know I’m tired, you got me out here and shit” K1 is an idiot “I’m asking that rumour has it that Chris ran over Juke, is that true? Also you want more weed” shaking my head “I’m cool, I got what I need and erm yeah it happened, he did it but allow it” I shrugged “that is crazy, imagine if he knew I had his daughter bag” I laughed “bro get rid of it, what did you do to him anyways” peeping Kairo “look at that” I said pointing “why is he in Digga postcode though, like huh” watching him walking “guy is a walking menace, where you going anyways. Let me ride with you” I shook my head “I should rest but nah, thank you for leaving though” he laughed “oh yeah, well big Rihanna came. Yeah, I got scared like damn, she see all the shit. She see the balloons?” I shrugged “probably, he just said the place is a mess and shit” I don’t know about this Kairo “let’s split, jump in. I will take you out of here, he is moving mad” I think he is just doing something off “cool you going somewhere” putting my window back up sitting back, K1 got into the car “just going to see someone, then you called. Tell me why you called though?” driving off “I felt a little odd, I think that girl is a liar. She isn’t buying this bag” shaking my head laughing “knew it, be careful you know” he is so stupid at times.

Rylee opened the door, the place looks a little quiet “oh wait, I thought you was Rylee” it’s Tianna “do I look like her?” she laughed “erm possibly, maybe it’s just me” she opened the door wider so I can go in “she is just upstairs, putting Aziel to sleep. Come in, I think if Aziel sees you’re here he won’t be happy and won’t let you go really” she got a point “shocked to see you here though, what is this. Come to the kitchen, I was just in there” nodding my head following her “yeah I just need to speak to Rylee that’s all, I am sure you know” I am sure she does “I do, I mean of course I do. You want a drink, since when do you smoke weed mister clean” I chuckled “sometimes, now and then. Is it that bad, the smell?” she smiled “a little, just don’t expect it from you. Drink?” nodding my head “erm water please” she is making a sandwich “Damson is here, he text me like let’s link” Ti passed me a water bottle “he better link me first” I chuckled “yeah, yeah of course. You got to be first” looking behind me “oh, hey” Rylee said “can we talk” I said to her “yeah, I wasn’t expect you to come though. Erm, Ti I will be back, come” following behind Rylee “I kicked everyone out, they gone” I was wondering why it’s quiet “you feel better now?” they was causing drama “family isn’t it though, I still love them” she got a point “you mother paid me a visit” I am sure she knows that already “she said, is that what changed your mind?” I laughed “maybe, but like you got to hear it from my side, hearing that shit hurt me” she turned the light on in the living room “yeah, sit down” this room is so unused, I mean how can she use it all “so fresh still” sitting down “yeah, it’s just somewhere so we can speak really” placing my bottle down.

“I didn’t think I would see you really for a while so this is a shock to me” licking my lips “I mean like when he was telling me that shit hurt me, like to me we suppose to be going further. Like you the only person to love me for me, to care for me. And then you just think I am some white dude, and you hate me, like that is what I am hearing, and you hate my mom, so I am like what the fuck do you want from me, it confused me, and it just played with my mind. Then your mom came, and she broke it down for me, yeah it was out of context, the whole thing, the whole narrative. I am already feeling sensitive, I have all these things going on and like then this. It hurt me, like here is me wanting you to be my wife, telling my mom this and that and her being happy for me and we are good, we moving forward and then you just hate me? I was like wow, this is shit. I have had enough hurt, I didn’t need that, but your mom came, and she read the messages, and it wasn’t bad really. But I do want to apologise for calling you a dickhead, I was just heightened in my emotions because I care, I didn’t come for Aziel in the morning I don’t know really. I say I was awake but then I think I fell asleep and just didn’t notice it, so yeah. I have a lot on” I laughed “but I want to apologise, I just needed to cool it first” Rylee smiled “I never hate you; I love you so much Oakley. The whole white thing is just me saying it, I never mean it. I promise you, and I want to build a family with you, I want this, I do. And your mom I never directly swore at her, I said she is a bitch because at times she was acting a bitch, I want to go out and help her, she text me today saying she needs help packing. I said wait, get a home first in Ireland, I want to be there for you, I don’t want to lose you Oakley” licking my top lip “likewise really, I just felt like I am losing you now, and then him. He is still my pops” I mumbled.

Rubbing the side of my face “are you ok with me now though? Like your not mad with me still” she asked “nah, I am not mad with you. I just honestly needed a moment to think and yeah, your mom really just put it into prospective with things, you know like the conversation you was having, and you said if you have a kid that looked like me, and that would be cute. I like that, it did make me smile though, I can’t lie” I grinned “but I mean that, I joke a lot about things. And the whole white thing, I don’t hate you or it, my god Oakley to me you’re the most handsome man and I do love you, I was so upset to know that things were ruined because of that fucking bitch, we are healing. We are on a path that I love, trust me on this I want to be here for you about things” nodding my head “I appreciate it you know, I just wanted to come over and let you know. We going to be good” reaching my hand over and placing my hand on her knee “thank you, for coming over and not making me suffer with it. Why don’t you stay over, you look like you need sleep. I’ll tell Grace to take Aziel, nothing sexual just a hug, sleep? You look like you need it” I clenched my jaw “I think I would be best to just go home” she frowned “your mom said something?” I laughed, she placed her hand over mine “that you need me” nodding my head looking up at her “it’s ok if you want to cry too” she said “just a lot, life” I smiled at her “so you staying?” I swallowed hard “alright, as long as I am small spoon” Rylee giggled “deal” she held my hand “I love you, you know that, I just got upset” Rylee kissed the back of my hand “I love you too, I just got caught in a corner” moving over to her and hugged Rylee, I missed her “I also wanted to say” moving back “can I go on a lads holiday?” I am asking her, seeing as she is my girlfriend “did you plan it already?” She questioned, shaking my head “it was a discussion but I said I have to ask init, I’m not single and that. So I am asking” Lee ain’t happy at all, she is thinking hard “what can I say, yeah. Go, you need a break, that’s fine” she isn’t happy really “thank you” low-key she wanted to say no.

#Chrianna #Chrianna FF #Fanfic #Fanfiction #Chrianna Fanfic #Chrianna Fanfiction

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vivithefolle · 2 years

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Right, so, recently, I had a freak-out over the Romione Discord which wasn’t exactly private but also kind of was at the same time...? Short story is, someone said something that upset me and I went into full-blown histrionics and refused to back down and continued to spiral out of both anger, pride and pettiness - I was an actual cunt.

I’m not going to come up with excuses for why I was upset. We all have stuff that upset us every day and most people manage to go through it without being total assholes about it.

Right. So, this was the acknowledgement that I’m an asshole. Henceforth, I’ll proceed to be an asshole. This is a personal blog, this is my space on the Internet. So I’m allowed to be a self-centred entitled bitch on it.

I joined the Romione server to share my idea of Romione, see if maybe I could convince a few people to write it another way.

Because truth be told I’m tired of the way it’s written. There’s definitely been some progress, sure, it isn’t all “lololol Ron is a dumb-dumb good thing Hermione likes him, right?? :)))” but there’s still so much that bothers me.

What right do I have to complain about this? None, I know. Why don’t I hit the back button if the stories are so frustrating to read? Because I don’t like to let a task unfinished, to the point that I can (and actually have) fail to sleep properly if I didn’t reply to some comment my brain deemed I had to answer to.

I just want to read stories that actually address what fucked-up things Hermione did and have her swear to never do them again - I just want somefuckingbody else to understand that what she did wasn't okay. That when she attacks Ron physically, yes, it’s “because she’s a jealous teenager”, but that in itself shouldn’t be enough. Teenagers absolutely do crazy shit, and they don’t need to be jealous for it. Teenagers play stupid games in which they risk their own lives because they believe themselves invincible.

People will readily believe that Ron won’t ever improve to the point that a basher once told me “oh but Ron hit Malfoy when he was 11 so he clearly has the markings of someone violent”. Somehow that logic is never applied to Hermione. Why does Hermione get the benefit of the doubt? Why does Hermione get the “hey she was a teenager don’t be mean to her :(” but Ron somehow doesn’t warrant this in the eyes of the fandom at large?

Yes, Hermione was a teenager. Yes, teenagers do crazy shit. But that doesn’t make what she did ok. That doesn’t excuse what she did, that shouldn’t be brushed aside like it never happened. Let’s be better than Rowling. Let’s do better than fucking Rowling and her outdated, sexist ideas.

I guess part of it is that I can see a lot of myself in Hermione. The way I behaved on the Romione server? Like, trying to prove myself right above all else, so focused on my own “mission” that I forgot I was talking to actual people? That’s Lavender’s bunny, that’s “it’s the morning of Dumbledore’s funeral and you must be very upset Harry but I just wanted to tell you I WAS RIGHT ALL ALONG THE BOOK YOU LIKED SO MUCH WAS EVIL HOW BOUT THAT”, that’s very Hermione of me.

... and yet, people will rightly call me out over them. People will criticize me for it. I will hate myself for it once the fog clears and I’ve stopped being a humongous dick.

But Hermione will get “she was a teenager :o” and poof! it’s all well and forgotten. Like the moment you turn 20 the “teenager” switch in your brain switches on OFF and you’re suddenly a mature reasonable adult that NEVER would do such CHILDISH THINGS ever again. Don’t we all know better by now? Don’t we just... know it’s not like this, and that there’s stuff you have to unpack, and that it actually does take effort to unpack that stuff? Can we just recognize that it... does take effort? That it can’t be waved off with a “oh she’ll stop someday :)” like it’s something... “normal” kids do? It’s not. It shouldn’t be.

I don’t even know why I’m so angry over this except maybe... so I should’ve been just completely apeshit as a teen, is that what you’re saying? Gosh, I wasted all my formative years trying to be “mature” like the adults were so quick to say I was, instead I should just have fucking ran around hitting those who pissed me off because you know, I’d have a get-out-of-jail-free card in my being a teenager!

People will tell me “but we know Hermione is not perfect!!”, but... do we really? Do we?

I’ve used the “haha silly Ron” trope in my little one-shot Young love, Old love. But I wrote it to subvert the usual “ANGRY CAVEMAN RON GOES RAAH WHEN HIS PRECIOUS ROSIE DATES SCORPIUS GRRR” trope. Counteracting one trope with another. I wanted to present a twist on the tired old cliché in like 80% of Scorose stories. And even though it rode on a “haha silly Ron” premise, I did my best to turn it around into a “aww Ron” story. Meanwhile, the story I wrote with a “Hermione is confident she’s right but turns out she was grossly mistaken” premise, Conjecture, has once been accused of Hermione-bashing. Just so we know how deep the rabbit hole goes...

I’m constantly thinking of ways to subvert popular tropes of the Romione fandom. Because I want better. I want the fandom to be better. I don’t want “she was a teenager :)” anymore. Because, yes, I’ve been a teenager, thank you, and as a teenager, I can guarantee you I didn’t have an army of fangirls and fanboys ready to defend me at any cost against the slightest bit of criticism. I had to deal with the criticism alone, like we all do. I had to make excuses for myself, like we all do. I had to confront the fact that I’m an asshole. Like we all hopefully do. And rinse and repeat, every time my anger and righteous indignation gets the better of me.

Because when Hermione’s traits get praised as “mature”... the over-the-top diligence and despair at not completing an assignment on time? That’s not maturity, that’s never maturity. That’s a one-way ticket to intensive therapy in ten years when you’re supposed to be a functioning adult, but have been told all your life you were “mature” and so didn’t need those silly things like having friends, knowing how to socialize and how to talk to people like you’re not lording over them! I was already as mature as an adult, so the adults told me, so I had that adulting thing in the bag! And then I didn’t.

I guess I’m selfish. “Why her, and why not me? Why does she get praised and I’m criticized while we’re doing the exact same things?” And it’s funny, really, it’s so funny in a despicably ironic way because I’ve been in this exact situation before. Their coldness and haughtiness was maturity, my upset and pain were a sign that I just wasn’t mature enough to handle their wisdom. When I say I’ve been Hermione and I’ve been Ron, I’m not kidding. But unlike theirs, my story doesn’t end on a well-earned happy marriage after all the shit they went through. I’m fractured, torn between the self-righteous Hermione and the convenient punching-bag Ron. And through always arguing against the self-righteous, always arguing in favour of the convenient punching-bag, I’m learning to advocate for myself... that’s what my therapist says, at least.

Yes, I want stories that cater to my specific tastes that aren’t all written by me. When I see yet another “Ron comforts Hermione” story I can’t help but sigh. Like, yeah, we know Ron is hella supportive and adorable and we love him for that, but when is it “Hermione comforts Ron, and not in a weird infantilizing way or not by saying ‘I’m right, of course I am, I’m always right :)’“ because I read fiction to escape my shitty reality, not to be reminded of it? When you look at all those Romione stories that have Ron go “I’m sorry Hermione I’m sorry Hermione I’m sorry Hermione” while Hermione will do “oh, maybe I did cross a line here I suppose”... I mean, sure it’s consistent with their characters, but it sure doesn’t help when everyone sings you the praises of that story like they’ve got the little baby Jesus on their knee meanwhile you feel like there’s a problem with Ron gaslighting himself while Hermione gets off scot-free as usual.

Yeah, all that to say... I’m frustrated. I’m frustrated because I don’t find what I’m looking for. Because some things about the way these characters are being written rub me the wrong way, dare I say trigger me, because of exactly how personal those characters are for me. Because I perceive an injustice, a fundamental injustice, in the way Ron always has the worst assumed of him except when it’s time to make him Hermione’s wonderful perfect sex toy, while Hermione always gets the best assumed of her and when she doesn’t it’s all ok because “she’s a teenager :)”. It’s... this weird complacency, this feeling of normalcy about something that shouldn’t be considered normal.

Yes, I’m advocating for fictional characters. Yes, it’s pointless. Yes, it’s useless. Yes, it’s a losing battle; there’s one of me VS the entire conception and perception of these characters in the whole of goddamn pop culture.

Yes, it’s entitled. Yes, it’s selfish. Yes, it’s stupid.

But that’s me. Overly attached, wanting better. Getting upset. A fool full of sound and fury and who has no idea how to actually use it.

Just... needed to let some stuff out.

#reblog #personal #personal vent #romione #fanfiction #harry potter fanfiction

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taylors-karma · 2 years

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Houseguest Rankings Update

So a lot has happened since last week, meaning my personal houseguest rankings are still changing. This time around I’m include the ranks, explanations, and comparison with my previous rankings from last week. I’m also not including evicted houseguests, so Paloma is out of the list.

1. Taylor (Prev 1) - I still feel obligated to put her up here because the hate hasn’t and probably never will stop, also she has shown herself to be even cooler and more strategic recently. Although she has a questionable taste in men, I can’t hate her for that and it’s doing her good sooooooo I think that’s a win.

2. Michael (Prev 4)- He moved up tremendously because he’s a veto king and he’s doing a great fucking job strategy wise. He wants to work with the underdogs which I love and his energy is just impeccable. If Taylor wasn’t being hated so much he would be my number one fr.

3. Indy (Prev 5)- She is iconic, and she is the moment. Calling out ignorance, promoting comfortable and sexy women, and she’s just.....genuinely funny? The only reason she isn’t higher is because she doesn’t do much gameplay but damn she calls out all the assholes in the house and I’m here for it.

4. Brittany (Prev 2)- I do still love Brittany don’t get me wrong, but her gameplay is a little messy. Her going to Pooch last week? Girl, that was such a big mistake. She runs around a lot with info and that’s pretty scary to do in this game. If she just shut up though she has a lot going for her bc she’s super strategic and smart.

5. Nicole (Prev 3)- I honestly don’t know why she was at #3 last week, but maybe the others were just pissing me off more atm? She’s still one of the better players imo and I like that she’s actually playing the damn game instead of letting personal feelings get in the way, but she is still aligned with ugly people and some of her views are super skewed bc of it.

6. Ameerah (Prev 12)- I moved her up a bunch because she is one of the main female forces in this game and she is playing super hard against the guys and I’m here for it. I knew my MD rep wouldn’t flop even if she is a total bitch, but homegirl is still on the shit list bc of the things she has said about Taylor and the people she aligns with.

7. Kyle (Prev 11)- I admittedly don’t mind this guy. I refuse to put him super high bc he is still a garbage trumpie and annoying tiktoker but so far his gameplay has been solid and I think he is aligning with the right people. If he is an asset to Taylor and Michael he’s good in my book idc.

8. Alyssa (Prev 6)- She’s still super irrelevant, so she only moved down bc others moved up. Also her whole crush on Kyle is annoying af.

9. Turner (Prev 7)- He’s still irrelevant and I never see this man talk game or really anything to anyone. All I know is that he needs to shower and that he’s aligned with poopy pooch.

10. Joseph (Prev 8)- He continues to kind of be a dick, so that’s why he’s down lower this time, but out of the people I can’t stand currently in the house he is by far not the worst. I do feel bad that Pooch is all over him and making him uncomfortable, but that doesn’t take away the fact that he literally doesn’t fucking know how to play the game. He’s stupid and his gameplay sucks.

11. Daniel (Prev 10)- He didn’t move that much, but he’s going lower because of many weird and sexual remarks he’s made. He’s still trash and he needs to go, but at least he is trying to do some gameplay (even though Nicole is carrying tf out of him let’s be real). If he keeps Taylor though ig he can have one point.

12. Jasmine (Prev 14)- Look she’s only up higher because Pooch and Terrance suck more. Is it good that she’s working with the girls and actually doing what’s best for her game? Sure. However, I can’t get over how excruciatingly annoying she is and how much of a spoiled pos she is either. This woman only twisted her ankle yet has the entire house slaving for her, wiping her ass, feeding her, bringing her ice, etc. Then this bitch isn’t even grateful about it and calls the people she doesn’t like (Taylor) bitches and whores even after they try to be nice to her. This woman needs to seriously be humbled and I think a prejury boot would do just that.

13. Pooch (Prev 13)- Looks like he didn’t move, because homeboy hasn’t changed anything since last week. He’s still sexist garbage, he still thinks everyone loves him, and he probably wins the award for the stupidest fucking gameplay I have ever seen in my entire life. This man doesn’t even deserve to be here so byeeeeee.

14. Terrance (Prev 9)- I had to move this guy down so far because he talks about Taylor like she’s a child that needs discipline (he even used that word I think). What the fuck is his obsession over a woman about half his age? He thinks bc he’s 50 something that he can talk about younger women like that? Get the fuck out of here jfc I knew he was another Derek F.

15. Monte (Prev 16)- The only reason Terrance is above you is because he at least knows that Taylor is valuable to his game, whether he likes her or not. YOU however can’t see that, so like an idiot you go around saying shit and running your mouth. Monte better be the next target or I might lose it because I can’t stand seeing this moron play anymore. Also I’m not over the tweets I saw. He is clearly a garbage person with garbage gameplay and I don’t know why he was even let into the house to begin with.

#bb24 #my takes #big brother #bb24 rankings #let's see if they change again lol

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calypsoff3 · 2 years

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Twenty Two. Part 4

Taking in a deep breath as I looked at myself in the mirror, never did I think my daughter would be like this. I am not sure what notion I had of my daughters, but it wasn’t this. I have always been a scary person, I mean sex. I think I would have remained a virgin for a while now, I think Rylee is the same as me. But if it wasn’t for what happened to me, I would have remained just that even though like me, they all think she has been around. Closing my eyes slowly, it makes me sick to my stomach, the voice and just the face and all I got was a sorry. I was a virgin “oh my god” I breathed out “mom” I opened my eyes looking to Imani “yes baby?” she is ready for school “Amerie is asking are you coming?” nodding my head “I am baby” I needed that wake up call “let’s go” walking out of the bathroom “you are in a good mood in the morning?” she held my hand “yes because today I get to do dancing” letting out an oh “dancing, you love that” smiling at her, her innocence even though she is growing just makes me want to keep her at home. She is still a child, I can’t see Imani as a teenager, I don’t even think I want her to go to the same school as the eldest two. I don’t know, I am concerned for her because she is so softly spoken, so sensitive “Imani, go downstairs. I am going to come. Just go down” she nodded her head, Tianna is in the spare bedroom “I have just spoken to her” Noella said, “thank you, I just need to say something to her” making my way over to the spare bedroom, I need to get the window fixed actually “I am coming” Rylee said all wide eyed “your hair is laid today” she has her hair flat ironed “you like it?” she asked “I do, go down. Hurry up too” opening the bedroom door, Tianna jumped up a little. I paused just staring at her “you can leave this bedroom until I come back home ok? Auntie and Amerie is here, but then I want you back in here when I come back. Also” I took in a sharp breath “did you use protection?” looking away from her “no” shaking my head “how many times?” this kills me “two” I banged the door shut, the stupid bitch. I raised a dumbass; well I don’t think anyone raised that one.

I dropped the kids off today, I am coming here anyways to meet with the parents, so I did the honour of taking them, but Junior refused to stay, he wanted to come with me. He cried; I don’t know why either. Usually he wants to backflip away from me “you can go inside; your class will be starting?” I said to Rylee “I know but you’re here” I pulled a face “I am waiting on your dad to come, I got Rich here anyways, so you go inside with your friends, look North is here too” I pointed, she is stood here like protector or maybe being nosey “you both are like sisters, this is so crazy” North said laughing, looking at Rylee, well side eyeing her “she wishes, go on. Take your friend” waving them off “but like mom, I just want to make sure you’re ok” Rich laughed “I don’t need you here, be gone. You’re being a pest. Also if your dad sees you, there will be trouble” Rylee cringed “let’s go, come!” North yanked Rylee away “I love you mom” waving her off, looking away from Rylee and then seeing Sire, I pulled a face at him, he is staring at my daughter, and she is too beautiful for him “I text you!?” he hollered at her “I blocked you” Rylee said to him “yeah she blocked you because she has me” shaking my head looking away from them “kids” Rich said, nodding my head “they get worse when they get older, I have aged” crossing my arms across my chest “Rich, I want you to be on it today, I need you to make sure Chris doesn’t hit anyone, please. I know he is hard work but my god, this can’t happen. I just want to get this over with” I am stressing now.

Chris is late, like he is either late or not coming. He isn’t answering his phone either, I am not happy “my feet hurt now” I said “you look ready for action” I laughed “I do, don’t I” seeing, well I will say heard the Lamborghini come around the corner, he is here and got one of his cars out of storage clearly. Least he is here, I breathed a sigh of relief. Watching him get out of the car, oh he looks good. I mean it’s just a white tee he has on but he looks handsome, he always does. That tan does wonders on him, he has some chains on, shades on and a snapback. He locked the car door and smiled at me “take your time” I said “LA traffic, I didn’t think it would be that long” he looks good, such a simple look on him and he looks handsome. He gave me a hug; I sniffed him I mean of course I am. That smell went straight down to my coochie “nice to see you in high spirits” he dapped Rich “high, you made a point there. I am high” walking off slowly “you better not be” he better be joking with that “I am playing, just went to the studio last night, wrote some music. It took my mind off a lot of shit, so I am feeling good” smiling at him “good, Chris. Just remain calm, we can do this can’t we” he nodded his head “yeah, I don’t regret a single thing yesterday. Just the window, I am going to make sure that gets fixed for you, my bad but everything else. I don’t regret, we taking her stuff to charity. She is coming with me, and she is giving them to the poor herself, I don’t care” I thought he was joking with that, I will not say anything but smile. Chris held the door open for me as I got inside the school “I thought these kids would be in class by now?” I shrugged “god knows what schools are like now, clearly sex mad” seeing a lady waving at us “hi, I will walk you” she said, she is so tiny “the receptionist you spoke too” letting out an oh and then following her, I mean I did think the kids would be in class by now “parent goals” someone said “I love you Chris Brown” oh this is going to be busy now, let’s hope they have a quicker way.

The receptionist did have a better way of getting there, the kids harassed us a little, but we didn’t see Rylee luckily, she would be embarrassed like she acts every time with us “please come in” she said but I didn’t expect to see from what I assume the parents here already, of course we are late. The parents both got up seeing us, the mother got her hand out to me, and I am not rude, we can’t judge the parents on what the kids do, shaking her hand. The father got his hand out to Chris, and he ignored it and moved the chairs, that has set the tone already. Shaking the father’ hand, I am nervous now. Turning to see where to sit and Chris yanked my chair next to him “and this is?” the principle said “my bodyguard” sitting down “I am sure we don’t need it, we are adults” looking behind me “just stay outside the door” I said to him, I did it if he can stop Chris from jumping over the desk. Hearing the door close, looking over at Chris, his persona has changed already, and I see it, I can see it already. Placing my hand on his thigh, I worry about the ones around me, he is a storm “ok, I am glad you both could come to this meeting that I set. And as Miss Fenty called, she raised concerns for Tianna and as she should because the concerns are a serious matter in this school. From what Miss Fenty has said, is that Cody has certain images of Tianna and has made some serious allegations around the school which under school regulations will have to get the police involved and if we can deal with this matter here and now” he said, “what are the allegations?” the father asked “Mr Torres, what has been said is Cody has been telling students that Tianna and him have had sexual interactions including images” I am trying to stay quiet, this kills me a lot “two kids that know each other, like each other. He wouldn’t release them images, I am sure Tianna has images of him too, they are in a relationship” he defended “what my husband is saying is that we know Tianna, she has been to the house. Cody really loves her, she is such a sweet girl” my eyes bulged out, I didn’t know this.

“My daughter was where?” I said, his mother looked at me “she came to the house on occasions, she met with us, and she is the sweetest thing. We are aware of them being together, Cody wanted to meet with you both too, but Tianna said that it wasn’t happening but are aware they are dating” l am pissed off “ok the situation we have here-” Chris leaned forward “the situation we have here is that your son came to my home in the middle of the night and had sex there, never met the kid. Don’t even know him, he had no right yeah. What I want from you is to get your child, and I want my wife to remove them images from his phone. My daughter ain’t seeing your son, that fucking ends here today, disrespectful as shit, do you even know what your son be doing!? Creeping in peoples house at night” Chris said “being teenagers, we all was one of them at one time. I can respect you are upset but it’s life. I will talk to him about the images, but we can’t help who we date now” his father said “upset? How about I come to your fucking house, and I fuck your wife, is that ok then huh? Are we bros now!? Not nice is it” his father got up from the seat and so did Chris “Chris, sit down. Come, now” grabbing his arm “yeah, you mad now. I know if my son fucked your daughter in your house, you would be hollering. You think it’s ok because it’s a boy” Chris sat down “please” I said to him “please, we need some order here. If Cody is showing these images to anyone it will be legal” I nodded my head “I will sue you and your whole family for every penny, I will look to do legal action. I am one phone call away from doing it, so I need you to do it and now” I said, the parents looked at each other, they need to make the right decision.

To know that Cody boy is just outside the door, the parents are outside with him and the principle also “it just hit me, you said if I fuck your wife in your house will it be ok or whatever, I can’t believe you said that” Chris chuckled “it just came out, he is making it out like we all bros, all this is nothing when it’s something, don’t piss me off” smiling at him “you look handsome, you got grills on” I asked, he smiled wide and then opened his mouth “on the back teeth” letting out an oh “that is super cool, I like it” the door opened “Miss Fenty” looking behind me “Cody is asking to speak to you and that he can formally delete the pictures on your watch” letting out an oh “we can put you both in a private room? If you want” looking at Chris “do it” he said, I guess Chris said do it, I think I need too. Getting up from the chair, I am the calm one in this “will you be ok?” I asked Chris, he just waved me off. Walking behind the principle “I will take you both to the room” oh this is the white boy, walking by his parents. I will sue his parents for everything they have if he doesn’t get rid of the shit he has on my daughter “I will stay in the room, just here” nodding my head as I turned around to him, he is just your everyday white boy, I do not and cannot understand that daughter of mine. I swear I am not happy at all.

He seems very shy, timid but he was ok to come into my home “I am sorry” he apologised “for entering my home and taking my daughter’ innocence?” I said, he frowned “she was also persistent, it works both ways, she called me to come. Parents aren’t home, I did say but shouldn’t I meet them, I really didn’t think it would be a big deal. She wanted it as much as me and I really do love her” I laughed “right, that is why you’re telling every one about the pictures you have, and that you was at my house? I want you to stay away from my daughter after this, do not make me change her schools, stay away from my daughter, you do not speak on my daughter” he stuttered “but I want to be with her” is he real “you had unprotected sex with my daughter, her father doesn’t know that part or he would be chasing around this school, you stay away from my family. You have done enough, how dare you even come into my home. She has also been in trouble” he swallowed hard “I uhm, right. I just, I don’t want my parents in trouble so erm, the pictures” nodding my head “you can delete them, or I can? I don’t think you will want to see them; I am just saying because they are nude” I clenched my jaw, I don’t think I do want to see that “delete them, you do it now” I don’t think I need to see it “remember, I will hunt you down. I do not care” I can’t see those pictures, that’s my baby.

Sitting down next to Chris “are you ok?” he asked me, he asked that, but I am stressed out, that is my baby right there “my son has deleted the pictures, are we ok to move on from this?” the father said, the door opened behind us. Chris and I both looked, I know he didn’t come in here “I come to apologise” he said “I thought I said to go back to class” I got up with Chris getting up too “I suggest you go right now, you fucking bold enough to step in my motherfucking house, now you stepping to me? You serious, you fucking serious!” he hollered, his father rushed to his son “you don’t know who you fucking with boy! Get the fuck out of here” his dad pushed him out of the room “please, we do not want violence in the school” turning to Chris “please, sit down Chris. Just don’t” Chris is so mad seeing him, I do not understand why he came into the room and for what, just to piss my husband off. Chris did sit down which meant I can now sit down; I just don’t want him to attack a child. I do not want him in jail, that is what I don’t want.

I am just glad that is over with now, I just didn’t want him having pictures of her. That is something I needed to be stopped, I am just so drained. These kids are aging me “did it go ok?” Rich asked, “as well as it could be” Chris turned to me “you want to go for some food, me and you?” he offered “is this a date?” I asked, he laughed “erm, just me asking my sugar mommy for some food?” rolling my eyes “no, for real. I am hungry, let’s go” he said, looking at Rich “I will go with Chris, you can go home now. Thank you” walking off towards Chris, he is smiling at me “I need some peace, I need to pretend we don’t have kids because they are all making me mad” he unlocked his car door “tell me about it, ruined my holiday vibe with their shit, I swear to god. I came back a new woman and now I have aged” Chris stepped to the side so I can get in the car, I mean this car is so damn low, I hate it “next time you disrespect my wife, there will be trouble son” I know that man isn’t here “you what?” Chris laughed “listen here, I could have your wife, this is why you’re mad. Not nice is it, next time think twice when you speak on me or mines. And if your son comes near my daughter motherfucker I will light your ass up” why does he have to start on Chris “just leave it now, you go” I said, “see the difference between you and my son is that he had some” he laughed “no!” I said, grabbing Chris’ top “Chris please no, ignore him!” I shouted; he is dragging me with him, feeling my heels being dragged on the floor “oh my god no” I said pulling his top back “oh he is so angry” the wife said, Rich came running over to us “No!” I shouted; Chris broke free from me. Just watching Chris chase this man, he ran off “oh my god” I ran in my heels “Chris!” The way he dropped to the floor as soon as Chris punched him “get him off” I said to Rich “no, no, no” I don’t want him in jail, Rich grabbed Chris off of him “speak on mines, you speak on mines again. My daughter” Grabbing his arm “Chris, please. Oh my god, please. Look at me, it’s ok. Just calm down, let’s go” he is too angry that he is shaking “I can’t take that, he spoke on my daughter” seeing his father, he has a bruised face “come, we need to go” Rich said, “but we need to make sure-” Rich shook his head “it was me, I will say he attacked first. Just go” he said, I just knew at one point this would go to shit. I will never forgive Tianna if my husband goes to jail because she decided she wanted to be a bird “Chris; just calm down. Let’s go” I said, I am making sure he gets in the car.

#Chrianna #Chrianna FF #Fanfic #Fanfiction #Chrianna Fanfic #Chrianna Fanfiction

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mollrat101 · 2 years

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I feel like it would’ve been a million times funnier if Marcus hadn’t accidentally put Deborah on the lesbian cruise, but instead he did it deliberately lol.

Cause I’ve talked about how I could understand why Marcus would be angry with Deb in season 2 because she doesn’t fire Ava, he’s still nervous about the new set changing the brand and taking his anger out on her because he lost Wilson.

So this would be the exact petty thing that he knows would make Deb uncomfortable.

And if she tries to lash back at him for it he can be like “Now, Deb, you said you wanted a surefire money gig. Well, the ladies wanted Deborah Vance. That’s my job as your CEO to maximize profits. I’m being professional.” Him knowing damn well they’re mixing the professional and personal because duh. Because Deborah would never want to admit that she hoped it was a gay male cruise because it would bring her some comfort from all the newness and that’s exactly why Marcus would sabotage. He’s not stupid, he would know what she meant by that and he’d be thinking “Really, bitch? You’re the one taking us on this risky venture and now you want to crawl somewhere safe?” And it could bubble up resentment that she views him for safety, but as soon as something more exciting comes along (Ava), she distances from him. I have a lot of feelings about Deborah as a gay icon and how gay men, for her, represent safety. Which is a lot to unpack even more considering she’s dated a few gay men.

I could imagine Marcus’s little evil smile as he gets the offer and stops himself just before he was instinctually going to refuse. We could’ve had it all.

“What’s the matter, Deb? I thought you liked trying new things now?” Him needling her because she’s putting him through a lot of newness and not involving him in it cause this is a thing she’s doing with Ava. And like if he was also using some subtext to suggest that Deborah would like to try something else too, I mean, I would be okay with that lol. He knows queer women make her uncomfortable and he doesn’t really want to unpack why but that’s just a bonus way to torture her. It would be hard for me to imagine Marcus hasn’t possibly wondered if Deb is a little queer, but he’s like “yeah you don’t touch that subject with a ten-foot pole.” Maybe I’m just projecting my hopes and dreams lol.

The gays can be very petty. Marcus has it in him, just look at 1.09. He was thrilled that Ava had fucked up.

But also would reinforce how much Deborah needs Ava. Marcus, the person Deb has relied on for 20 years, is having his own personal crisis and is pissed off at her basically now deciding to be a rebellious kid of all times. Marcus said last season he doesn’t think Deb will change, so Deb really only has Ava in her corner. Someone who hurt her deeply and yet is the only person who understands how important this is to her.

Marcus and Deborah would make up eventually, but like until now I wanted the girls to be fighting because it’s funny to picture this once stable relationship just tearing itself to pieces for a little bit. Seeing normally in-control people who used each other for stability and then falling out would be funny, admit it.

Again, this would torture Deb a bit more which could explain why things just go so badly and like Marcus would feel bad about it. But also like Deb has hurt him before so you know what, fair’s fair. It’s like this season is Deb’s choices coming back to bite her. But also yeah I would still want a similar thing where, when at their lowest, Deborah and Marcus would absolutely be there for each other. I want to picture Marcus coming to Deb because he’s so heartbroken over Wilson and Deb so surprised because they don’t normally do this. Vulnerability is not really their thing but she’ll try for him because she loves him. And also, once he can deal with his anger and hurt, Marcus will start to see how much Deb is trying and he doesn’t actually want to see her in pain. He can be both pissed at Ava for hurting his friend and also mad at Deb for the long-standing problems they’ve ignored for years.

Just like DJ and Deborah, this is a complicated relationship that involves a mixture of love and hate. Really that’s all Deb’s relationships. But especially with her children. It’s this push and pull of wanting to rebel against Deb but then also wanting her approval. Marcus isn’t ready to leave the security of Deborah, but he also needs to vent his frustration so there you go.

Could end up seeing that in the last half, but this is definitely something I would think would need the full 8 episodes to unpack.

#hacks hbo #hbo hacks #hacks #hacks thoughts #deborah vance #marcus #yeah basically i'm writing bits and pieces of an AU where my dreams come true #ava comes into deb's world and causes absolute chaos #even with things deb thought were stable #showing actually how fragile these things were to begin with

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from-a-reckless-writer · 3 years

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RE: the tags about being tempted to post a half finished fic and guess the ending, well you are a reckless writer for a reason

this is long overdue, so here have a fic.

It has come to the point that nothing fazes her anymore.

A kidnapping? Been there, done that. It means calling Sam Arias to intimidate the board of members into temporary submission.

An explosion at the office? Just a typical Tuesday. It means relocating to the 23rd floor and sharing the desk with two other interns for 2 months tops.

An assassination attempt? It means bracing herself for at least 3 deliveries of donuts and coffee for the two following weeks that Kara Danvers would be protectively hovering over L-Corp, until her boss snaps and shoos her away back to CatCo.

She’s seen it all, endured it all and she sure as hell is prepared for it all. She’s got three different ironclad statements ready to publish for whatever PR disaster will most likely turn up that week. She’s got contacts from the FBI, DEO, CatCo, Daily Planet, Gotham Gazette-- hell she even has Lillian’s personal cell (just in case the Luthor matriarch ever tries anything y’know? ) and yes, even the number of that 'Mexican place at 5th and Spring, you know the one Kara likes, Jess?'

She’s got two pairs of heels, a raincoat and four sets of outfits neatly folded in a duffel bag, at the back of the office, reserved for any emergency that requires a change of clothes.

The point is, she is an independent Asian-American woman who has worked her ass off for the better part of the decade and has long learned to take no shit from anybody.

Not even stupid superpowered Kryptonians.

See, it takes a lot to be her. It takes unlimited patience to put up with a woman like Lena Luthor, not because she’s a terrible person. Oh no, no, the complete opposite, actually. She is so overwhelmingly kind to a fault, and she doesn’t want nor let anybody see it. It’s infuriating to see sometimes. Okay, fine, she sides with the Krytonian on that one matter. But oh, ho, ho, not today. Today, she’s mad.

She’s livid, actually and it’s all Supergirl’s fault. (and Lena Luthor's too.)

Jess has had her fair share of ‘I-Should-Not-Have-Been-Here’ moments, like that one time she forgot to knock and stumbled unto Lex mid-yell with Lena whose eyes were shimmering but was still keeping a rigid posture.

Or that one time when she thought her boss had long left the office, only to be greeted with quiet sobs and an empty bottle of scotch rolling on the floor. Or that time she happened upon Lena, skirt and sleeves on fire with fumes rising from a green solution.

Apparently, her staff from the lab refused to let her in after three days of their CEO holding herself in isolation with the experiment. Lena had gotten the great idea of smuggling the chemicals to her office instead. Luthors are nothing but determined. Jess still remembers the adrenaline rush of holding a fire extinguisher—as if she were the chosen 5th grader for a school fire drill—and shoving her boss out of the way.

Like she said, nothing fazes her anymore she’s seen it all, except maybe, this one. Yep, definitely this one. This one just made a hot ball of fury unfurl at her very core. This one might just take the cake.

Jess was just going about her day, returned from a hearty lunch and feeling reinvigorated from that dose of sunlight and fresh air. It was a quiet day today, she noticed, which should’ve been a foretelling.

Nothing really is ever quiet. Well, when it comes to L-Corp, at least.

She’s been sitting on her desk for about a good fifteen minutes and finished with screening a few papers from their new contractors, when it occurs to her that the latest blueprints from R&D are still on her desk instead of already being reviewed by her boss.

She grabs the drawing tube and quickly makes for her boss’s private office. They’ve spent enough time with each other that Jess could just come and go as she pleases, instead of having to knock each time. Saves both of their time, that way.

Although, usually, she buzzes through the intercom first to double check, but it was 1:20 P.M and she knows Lena doesn’t have anything scheduled after lunch. So, she pushes the door, confidently strolls in and promptly stops in her tracks.

Jess stops breathing for a moment, blinks once, twice, stares at the scene before her.

Lena Luthor sat atop her work desk; blouse open, eyes closed, cheeks flushed, neck currently being ravaged by Supergirl with legs wrapped around the waist.

She probably should’ve just turned and left while they haven’t seen her yet. That would’ve been the smart decision, right? Yes. Yes, it was so very clearly The Right Decision.

Of course, she doubts she could look Lena in the eye for the next few weeks after that, but at least she wouldn’t know that Jess walked in on them during an er- make-out session? Office tryst? Oh God, she shudders internally. It sounds even worse.

Incident? Yep. Yeah. She’s sticking with incident. Indecent incident sounds more apt really.

She should’ve left. Would have left, if her eyes didn’t just land on the desk—well, more like Miss Luthor’s as- backside—and felt the stirrings of rage make itself known. Because there, underneath Lena’s ass (Backside!! Jess, that’s your boss!) is the squished—probably crumpled—pages of a contract.

A contract they’ve spent 5 months securing!!

Jess decides to do what everyone else would have done in a situation such as this; she clears her throat. Loudly.

Classic move.

Supergirl’s head immediately shoots up and Lena’s eyes snap open.

“Jess!” Supergirl squeaks and she sees the exact moment the realization hits Lena. Her eyes widening at her girlfriend’s exclamation, whips her head to the side, spots Jess, hands scrambling to a panic to close all the buttons of her blouse.

She hears Lena hiss, “Fuck, shit. Oh my God. Shit. How did she even- You have superhearing!!!” as she pushes Supergirl—who lets herself be pushed, stunned by the intrusion, face redder than a tomato.

Lena gets off the desk, fixes herself all the while to futile results. Her hair is tugged down from her usual ponytail, her neck and chest is marked, her lips swollen.

Supergirl's hands twitch at the sides and Jess sees her gulp as blue eyes frantically dart to Lena and her, and then Lena, and then back to her.

Lena finally turns around after those few awkward beats.

"Jess," she begins, clearly trying hard to put on her business bitch persona, but come on, there's a hickey under her jaw for fuck's sake.

"It's not what you-"

Jess doesn’t let her finish, she stomps her way across the office and forcefully puts the drawing tube on the desk. It makes a hollow thump.

“Jess I-”

“Supergirl, do you know how long it takes to finalize a business proposal, pitch it to the board, persuade the board and finally have a contract drawn?”

Supergirl gulps again. Lena’s eyes are wild next to her, she doesn’t like not knowing what the next best move is, Jess knows this all too well.

“Uhhh- no?”

Jesus Christ, you’d think after years of shadowing Cat Grant, she'd had at least learned a thing or two. Then again, if somebody is full on glaring at her after getting caught red-handed, Jess doubts she could answer coherently too.

“That’s right,” Jess says, “You don’t.”

“Jess,” Lena repeats pointedly. She knows that tone. It’s a warning.

“Ms. Luthor.”

A period not a question mark. It’s a challenge.

"I've spent all my evenings working late on that, do you know how many dates I've had to cancel? Just so I can secure a meeting with Qatar and simultaneously sync it with Beijing's time? My boyfriend hasn't seen me in two weeks!” Jess bursts out.

“Two weeks, Supergirl!” She gets close enough to jab a finger to the Girl of Steel’s chest. A feat she will gladly tell all her coworkers later when she’s calmed down enough.

“Not to mention, the 10 other people who worked their ass off trying to make sure that Miss Luthor's presentation is airtight, bulletproof and waterproof!” Lena has the decency to look a little guilty at this point, nothing big though, just a slight tug at her lips, but it was enough for Jess.

“IT TOOK ME 3 FUCKING MINUTES TO PRINT THAT GODDAMN CONTRACT WHICH MIGHT NOT SOUND LONG—” Jess raises a finger in emphasis, “BUT BELIEVE ME WORKING IN L-CORP? A 3 MINUTE DIFFERENCE CAN MEAN AN ASSASSINATION ATTEMPT OR PSYCHOPATH PRESS!”

Supegirl of all people should already know this! For fuck’s sake!

Jess’s chest is heaving. She takes a deep breath, kneads her knuckles to her eyelids, “So, please if you're gonna have sex in the office, please, pleaseeeee clear the desk first. And at least, lock the door.”

She stares them both down, till Lena gives her a solemn nod; cheeks and ears still red. Supergirl squeaks out an, “U-understood, Ma’am.”

“Good. Glad we’ve come to an agreement.” Jess gives them one final nod before finally fulfilling what she came in here to do, “Miss Luthor,” She turns to Lena, “here are the R&D blueprints. Good day, to you Supergirl. I'll be going now. "

When she finally goes home, tells her boyfriend, and wonders aloud if she’ll still have a job the next morning, he tells her she’s such a badass.

And well, Jess can’t disagree with that.

*****

"Did I just- Did I just get yelled at by your secretary?? D-did she just chew us out?"

"She did, and she deserves a raise."

#i call this fic how many commas can i use in one sentence?#i think this is by far the most crack thing ive written #poor jess #in this house we worship and praise jess the secretary and her thrity second cameo in that ONE scene #if u see a typo no u didnt #the reckless writer writes #a supercorp ficlet of sorts

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