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cameronspecial · 3 months

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Let Me Fix Your Problems, Angel

Pairing: Frat!Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: N/A

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 1.1K

Summary: Y/N needs to vent, but Rafe needs to solve her issues.

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Girls know that when another girl comes to them with a problem, it is just to vent about the issue that they have. Boys. Well, boys like to go to each other for solutions and Rafe isn’t innocent of that mentality. Before Y/N, Rafe hadn’t been in a relationship, so he didn’t have a chance to learn that women just need an outlet to voice their frustration. And he is about to be taught that lesson. He waits for her at the coffee shop with a mug of coffee in his hand and a hot chocolate across from him for her. His fingers tap along the ceramic mug. He looks out the window to see if he can spot her arrival. This is the first time that they are going to be seeing each other in person after returning to campus from the holiday break and he anticipates seeing her again. He wants to see all the gifts she got this Christmas and she is excited to show him. He spots the pompom of her pastel green hat that he sent over to her for Christmas. A massive grin grows on his face and he knows the bell sounding announces her entrance. As she slides into the booth across from him, she leans over the table to kiss him on the lips. “Hey, Rafe. How are you?” she greets.

He can see something is wrong. There is a slight furrow of her brow and a slight dip of her lip that she is trying to hide. He plays along with her pleasantries for now, “I’m good now that I get to see you, Angel. How was your Christmas?” “It was good. I got to spend time with my family. I was also pleasantly surprised with how many gifts I woke up to on Christmas morning. Some handsome fella even gave me this pretty bracelet with his initials on it. I think I might keep it and him around,” she recounts, holding out her wrist for him to see. He takes her arm into his hand, “Wow. That handsome fella must really be special if you are wearing this even though you have only been dating him for around four months.” “Yeah, I guess you can say that I love him,” she teases and kisses him. “Thank you for the gifts, Rafe. I just wish you told me we were also sending each other stuff because I hate the thought of you not getting anything from me on Christmas.”

His warm hand cups her cheek and his thumb brushes reassuringly against her skin. “Don’t worry about it, Angel. You gave me my gift before we left for break. Plus, getting that FaceTime call from you on Christmas day was my gift,” he promises. She kisses his wrist and this thumb goes to trace the slope of her lips. He can’t be in the dark about her sadness anymore. “What’s wrong, my angel? Why do you seem so sad?” he questions. She shrugs, “Nothing, I’m fine.” “Please, don’t lie to me. I can see something is wrong,” he pleads to her. She sighs, “It’s stupid, but Stacey is having a back-to-school get-together this weekend and she didn’t invite me. I guess I feel a little left out.” “That’s not very nice of her. Have you tried telling her how you feel?” he suggests. She shakes her head, “No. Do you know how embarrassing it would be to run to her like a little schoolgirl and tell her she hurt my feelings?” Rafe understands what she is saying and slides in on her side of the booth. He rests her head on his chest, vowing to help her with her problem.

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Rafe knocks on Stacey’s door and puts his hands behind his back. She opens the door with a slight frown at who is waiting for her. “Uh, Rafe. What are you doing here? Is everything okay with Y/N?” she worries, knowing that Rafe only cares about one person. Rafe’s head moves from side to side, “Actually, she isn’t okay. You didn’t invite her to your get-together this weekend.” Stacey nods and cracks her knuckles nervously. “I did not. Because, you see, Y/N and I aren’t really that close of friends and this party is for girls that I am really close to,” Stacey tries to explain. Her mouth shuts when she sees that is not the answer Rafe is looking for. He chuckles, “Obviously, she feels close enough to you that she feels left out by what you did.” He pauses to see if Stacey has anything to add to her defence. She doesn’t. “You know what I want you to do, correct?” Her head hinges up and down, “Yes, I understand. I’m sorry that I hurt Y/N’s feelings.” “Good, I’m glad we can come to a conclusion. I’ll see you later,” he grins and heads back home.

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Y/N doesn’t bother to knock. She uses his passcode to storm into his room and finds him on his bed. He sits up right at the sight of her. “Is everything okay, Angel? You didn’t tell me you were coming over,” he frets, rushing to her side. Her arms cross over each other, “You forced Stacey to invite me to her party.” “I did. You said you felt left out that you weren’t invited,” he states. He places his hands above her elbows. She lets out a low laugh, “Why would you do that?”

“Because you had a problem and you needed help fixing it.”

“Rafe, most of the time, when I come to you with my problems, I don’t want you to fix them. I just want you to listen and agree that I am in the right.”

“Why can’t I fix your problems if I have the solution? Come on, let me fix your problems, Angel.”

“Sometimes girls just want someone to vent to. Plus, I don’t even like Stacey so the last thing I want to do is go to her party, but now, I have to go because you made a point of getting her to invite me,” she complains. He chuckles and pulls her into a hug, “Okay, I’ll take that venting thing into account for next time. Angel, if you didn’t want to go to the party, then why did it bother you so much?” “Because I wanted to be able to turn her down,” she mumbles, burying her face into his neck. He lets out an amused breath, “I see. Well, I’m sorry that I ruined your ability to reject her. If you want, I can call you with an emergency half an hour into the party so you can leave early.” Y/N pulls back to look him in the eyes. “That is the least you can do. You are getting me sushi too,” she orders. “Sounds fair. I’ll do whatever you want, Angel.”

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drysdalesworld · 3 months

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ducks, ducks, ducks

jamie drysdale x fem!hughes!reader

social media au set before injury & trade! (still salty about it)

y/n.hughes just posted!

liked by adamfantilli, uoregon, yourbestie, and more

y/n.hughes: ducks, ducks, ducks 🦆

tagged: yourbestie, anaheimducks, uoregon

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yourbestie: ducks!!

userone: the best duck there is

usertwo: fr!

userthree: who? jamie or y/n?

userone: y/n 100% userthree

trevorzegras: i’m still petty over the fact that you didn’t hug me first

y/n.hughes: i would’ve if you didn’t take forever to leave the locker room

jamie.drysdale: you were too slow z

trevorzegras: ☹️

userfour: trev being petty over the fact that he wasn’t one of the first people to hug y/n after the game has me ROLLING 😭

userfive: fr!! i love how jokingly possessive he is over the hughes siblings. it’s too funny

usersix: esp over jack and y/n. it’s hilarious 😂

yourroommate: how much sleep did you get this weekend?

y/n.hughes: none ☺️

yourroommate: babes

yourbestie: she literally brought her suitcase to the party so she could immediately go straight to the airport afterwards

userseven: stop!! that’s so cute!!

y/n.hughes: worth it tho

jamie.drysdale: loved having you at my game baby 🤍

jackhughes: is that why you ignored my facetime earlier 🥲

y/n.hughes: yes. i had other priorities

jackhughes: wow. so your older brother isn’t a priority? i see how it is 😒

y/n.hughes: dramatic ass

jackhughes: i’m telling mom!

usereight: y/n knows where her priorities lie lol

_quinnhughes: hope you had fun sis!

y/n.hughes: i did! thank you quinny <33

lhughes_06: take notes jackhughes

jackhughes: i’m being attacked at all sides aren’t i

colecaufield: when are you going to visit 😖

y/n.hughes: bake me your moms homemade cookies and then we’ll talk

colecaufield: done ✅

anaheimducks: the best duck we know!

markestapa: visit us next!!

tyler_duke5: on my knees begging

alexturcotte: hope oregon’s treating you well girl hughes!!

y/n.hughes just posted!

liked by trevorzegras, rutgermcgroarty, and more

y/n.hughes: why do i have to be such a studious gf that’s pursuing her college degree and not a stay at home gf 😫

tagged: jamie.drysdale

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trevorzegras: just drop out. problem solved

userone: that’s not

jackhughes: are you encouraging my sister to drop out of college z 🤨

trevorzegras: just saying j. it’s an easy fix

lhughes_06: that’s what you get for double majoring in english and communications with a minor in political science girlie

usertwo: did luke just refer to his sister as girlie?

userthree: yes, yes he did

y/n.hughes: at least i’ll have a degree in my name & not just on the back of a jersey

trevorzegras: DAYUMM BABY HUGHES YOU JUST GOT BURNED

y/n.hughes: same goes for you trev

userfour: oop

jamie.drysdale: because you’re a smart and hardworking girl baby ☺️

y/n.hughes: awww jimmy!! i love you so much ❤️❤️

userfive: are we just going to brush over the fact that y/n is a double major with a minor?? babes is getting NO sleep

y/n.hughes: ZERO

y/n.hughes: sleep is for the weak!

usersix: praying for your health & sanity bbg

userfive: get some sleep girl!! it’s important for your health!

yourbestie: get that degree babes!! be the most studious wag ever!!

yourroommate: FRFR

anaheimducks: getting the jack ready rn

luca.fantilli: the smartest hughes

lhughes_06: offense taken

y/n.hughes: thank you luca <3 speaking the truth fr

rutgermcgroarty: speaking of the smart hughes, can you help me with my essay y/n.hughes 😖

y/n.hughes: ofc rut! i’ll call you at 9

rutgermcgroarty: bless thank you 🙏

elhughes: so proud of you baby 💚💚

y/n.hughes: thank you mama!! i love you so much 🤍

jackhughes: the smartest sister i have

_quinnhughes: she’s the only sister you have idiot

jackhughes: okay and ???

userseven: the pic of jamie tying her shoe 😭😭

masonmctavish23: the most studious person i know!

trevorzegras: idk why but i feel offended

y/n.hughes: babes, we all know you practically have an iq of a grape

jackhughes: she isn’t wrong z 😂

y/n.hughes just posted to their story!

caption: last date night with lover boy until thanksgiving break jamie.drysdale :(

trevorzegras replied!

finally! i no longer have to deal with you and jimbo’s lovey dovey grossness 🤢

jk! love you 🫶🏼 you make jimmy more tolerable

jamie.drysdale replied!

i’m going to miss you baby! :( study hard & take care of yourself lovey 🤍

lhughes_06 replied!

since when were you NOT coming home for turkey break??! 🤨

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exhaslo · 5 months

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Would you ever consider doing anything for Miguel/Fem!Deadpool reader?

One who's honestly just kind of tease which makes it impossible for Miguel to figure out *why* he hates her flirting with other spidermen so much until the penny hits.

Bonus points for recklessness and brat energy from DP we all know they aint got no self control. Needs Miguel to definitely put her in her place.

Ohhhh, I have seen so much fan art of just regular Deadpool being a menace to Miguel, Dr. Strange and the TVA. It gets me excited to see the new movie coming out!

But yea, let's give into the chaos!

Warning: MINORS DNI, Smut, bondage, angry sex?, p in v, language

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"For fuck's sake, why is there so many anomaly's popping up in different universes?" Miguel barked, tapping against his screens as he sent numerous Spiderman and women out to the field.

"Actually, based on the energy signatures, it seems to be the same anomaly."

"Impossible, one person jumping around all of these?" Miguel cussed lowly, trying to identify the new anomaly.

This new frustration was giving Miguel a reason to want to drink tonight. The speed he was working to try and understand this problem was honestly amazing. This was probably the fastest he has ever worked.

"Wow! No wonder why all of the Spiders I met say great things about you!" You gasped.

"Que?! (What)" Miguel hissed, seeing both a new intruder alert and anomaly alert appear at the same time, "Who-"

"Haiiiiiii! Pleasure to meet you, sexy ass, my name is (Y/N), I'm like the hottest version of me there is-"

"I. Don't. Care." Miguel hissed, jumping down from his platform and approaching you, "This attire...fuck-"

"Yeeeeep! I'mma Deadpool!" You chirped.

Miguel pinched the bridge of his nose before taking long, deep breathes. Once he regained a portion of his composure, he proceeded to grab you by the collar and drag you to the 'Go Home' Machine.

At least one of his problems were solved today. Hopefully you will stay in your dimension. Trying to ignore your chatter, Miguel couldn't help but notice some of the other Spiders avoiding eye contact. This annoyed Miguel. How many of them ran into you before saying anything?

"Hm? Oh like half of them." You replied. Miguel groaned loudly,

"Wasn't even a thought bubble," He muttered under his breathe before arriving in the room, "I don't want to see you here again. Stay in your world."

"Awe, but isn't fun! Not when I found such a squeezable ass-"

"Send. Her. Home!" Miguel spat.

It only took a second, but you were sent home immediately. Miguel took another deep breathe before returning to his office to hopefully relax.

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"Hehe, he gets so mad when he finds me wandering around this place. It totally isn't my fault that all of you guys think of taking a break here and I just-hop into those thoughts and end up here!" You huffed, talking to Peter B. Parker and Jessica.

"Yeah, yeah, we still don't understand the whole hopping into thought bubbles thing you say you do. It's so confusing." Peter huffed.

"Oh, it's pretty easy. I'd like to describe it as a comic book, but you guys won't understaaaaand, the readers will though!"

"Readers?" Jessica groaned softly. You just laughed,

"Oh yeah! The readers reading this now! So like, normally it's a comic I hop around or thought bubbles or I just rip through the screen, but this time...It's the readers who bring me here!"

"I think I'm more confused than when I started," Peter whined and turned to Jessica who tossed you into the 'Go Home' machine, "Look, just...don't come back before Miguel gets bad again."

"Hpmh! I just said it isn't my fault I keep coming back!" You whined loudly, "The readers and writer keeps bringing me here! I am meant to share my wisdom to Miguel!"

"Why do I hear that Deadpool's voice?" Miguel grumbled, holding a cup of coffee as he walked by, "Again?"

"See! He neeeeeeds me! That has to be why the writer keeps putting me here!"

"What the hell is she babbling about now?"

"Please, don't ask. I don't think my brain can handle anymore." Peter whimpered. Jessica waved him aside,

"She's going home now, Miguel."

Just as the machine turned on, you immediately got sent home. Miguel let out a sigh of relief and right when he was going to drink his coffee, you appeared behind him.

"Fuck!" Miguel yelled as he noticed you. You just casually waved,

"Believe in the spirits beyond."

"I want her gone!"

"Miguel, we've tried so many times. I think...we just need to accept her appearing here." Jessica whispered. You grabbed Miguel's cup, taking a sip,

"Oof, so bitter. So now that I can stay here under the writer decides to let me go home, wanna show me around, big boy?"

Miguel felt his eye twitch as he followed you, mainly just wanting his coffee back.

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It has been a few weeks since you've stayed at the-

"Whoa, whoa. Really writer? You gonna make here stay here for weeks without going home?" You huffed.

Okay, sorry, um, it has been a few weeks since you started to willingly appear at the Spider Society.

"Thank you!"

....

Uh, anyway, Miguel has finally started to tolerate you to a certain degree. You still couldn't understand why you kept appearing there, but you were making the most of it. Miguel on the other hand, was starting to find something new to irritate him.

"It's just so fascinating how different each of you are~ Can I touch those wonderful large boobs of yours?" You whispered in awe towards a Spiderman. Yes a Spiderman.

"They're not boobs."

"It's okay to not want to admit your flaws. I buried mine with my neighbor." You whispered, slowly reaching out to the boob.

"Enough." Miguel hissed, grabbing the back of your collar and dragging you to his office.

"Hey! I was about to grab something that could have been the most magically experience of my life!"

Miguel chose to ignore you, growing annoyed at your bratty and quite ignorant behavior. Honestly, he was more annoyed by the amount of flirting you've been doing with the other Spiders. You just didn't know when to stop.

"I can't help it. A natural icon I am," You chuckled and grabbed Miguel's ass, "But this...is a multiverse icon."

Miguel's eyes lit up as he locked his door and tossed you on his platform. In an instant, he webbed you in place, making sure that you couldn't move to try to free yourself.

"Ohhhh~ This is kinky~" You cooed, rolling around like a worm. Miguel pinned you to the floor, his blood red eyes piercing into yours,

"Do you know how frustrated you make me?"

"So...you aren't happy to see me?" You grinned, your knee poking at his growing erection, "I made you horny!"

"Silence," Miguel covered your mouth, "Shit, you're so annoying. No one has been able to put you in your place. Do I need to be the one to do that?" He said with a huff.

You licked his hand in response, "Awe, not sure if a fucking will stop me, but you are so willing to try~" You hummed.

Miguel felt his eye twitch as he captured your lips in a kiss, wanting to shut you up. You couldn't help yourself and smirked, enjoying this moment. Parting your lips, you hummed as Miguel forced his tongue into your mouth, his hands roaming your body.

"Mhm~ Gim....sq..." You tried to say. Miguel broke the kiss, glaring towards your,

"What?" He grumbled, biting and sucking against your neck. You chuckled as his hands reached your breasts,

"Give em a squeeze~ You know you wanna~"

"Do I have to shut your mouth again?" Miguel grumbled, kissing you again.

You tried your best to behave, you truly did. You couldn't help but try to grind against his hips, press your chest to his, or even kiss his neck. Miguel was ready to web your mouth, at least until he started to rub your-

"Whoa, whoa, writer, now I don't mind a good sex scene, but lemme have some privacy here!" You huffed.

Uh, I kind of wrote smut in the warning...so I'm giving the readers what they want, a sex scene.

"Well, I want this man to myself right now! You write other smuts! Let them read those!"

But they wanted this...I can't just-

"Consent!" You huffed, literally spreading your legs towards a feral Miguel who had you pinned, "This is different! I'm totally into this freaky shit!"

"Who are you talking too?" Miguel grumbled, ripping your suit. You shushed towards him,

"The writer! Wait juuuuust a second before shoving that monster of a cock inside me!"

I need to give them a sex scene here. You're already helping me write it.

"No, no! You are trying to write it. I'm trying to enjoy the moment. So be a good writer and juuuuuuuust-"

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"Thank you~"

What just happened?

"Oh, I totally skipped the part where Miguel fucked me so good that I actually did shut up. Hell, I think I still feel weak in the knees. Who would have known the stamina and strength that man had. Fucking hot, can't wait to-"

You skipped my story?! I'm the writer here!

"Yeaaaaaah, but like, you can always write more smut. Let me just enjoy that moment to me~. I'm sure you understand~" You cooed.

...

"Hehe, go on. End the story. I'm sure you have other smut to write."

I just- Whatever.

Let's just say, you made yourself a permanent member of the Spider Society. You made sure to annoy Miguel just enough so that he could keep teaching you a lesson. Hopefully, we'll get to see one of those lessons one of these days.

"Maybe~ If I decide to show the goods."

Freaking Deadpools.

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Hahaha, hope you enjoyed! I always loved it when Deadpool would just talk to the narrator or hop comic pages sometimes. It was great.

@tojishugetiddies

#miguel o'hara x reader #miguel spiderverse #miguel o'hara smut #spiderman 2099 #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o'hara #miguel spiderman #atsv miguel #across the spiderverse

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pedrithink · 1 year

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ੈ✩ masterlist ੈ✩

last updated: july 12th, 2023

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kylian is dating the gen’s it girl and can't help but be a simp for her.

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kylian dates a person outside the media and fans find out about her.

love to hate me - kylian mbappé

kylian dates messi's eldest daughter and the media always talks that messi doesn't like him, they really don’t know the truth.

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jude bellingham got a liverpool fan girlfriend and fans go crazy.

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the media spreads that you and kylian broke up.

the sister of my best friend - jude bellingham

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headkiss · 1 year

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Hi hun hope you’re staying warm! I’m sorry this is a last minute holiday one! I was wondering you could write a Christmas Eddie x reader where the party all do secret Santa and Eddie ends up getting reader? They aren’t dating just crushing and Eddie is freaking out because he wants to get her something really special *cue Dustin’s help* and it ends on a sweet note. Thank you! ❤️

hi love!! i hope this is good <3 it’s my gift to u, merry christmas | 0.7k, fluff, fem!reader

Secret Santa was a great tradition amongst your friends, and when Eddie joined the group, you were all happy to have another name in the hat.

It’s the second Christmas with Eddie around and you can’t deny that the holidays feel better with him. Brighter. You also can’t deny how much you like him.

You’ve grown close, and he’s so much more than what you were expecting. The crush started out as just that, a crush, and grew and grew until it became something huge. A certain four letter word kind of huge.

Though you’re clueless to it, the same goes for Eddie. He’s convinced that he was in love the moment he met you. His world shifted, something clicked into place.

That’s why his stomach drops when he picks your name for secret Santa this year.

He likes you so much—loves you, even—and he knows he has to get something special. He cares more about whether or not you’ll like your gift than he ever has for anyone else and it’s stressful.

Naturally, he goes to Dustin for help.

“Listen, it has to be really good,” he says. “Like really, really good.”

“You’ve said that like ten times,” Dustin replies, his usual sass present as always.

“Because it’s true! Help me.”

“Doesn’t she like to read?”

“Yeah. Loves it.”

“Get her a book. Problem solved.”

“Wow, thank you so much, Henderson. A book. How special,” Eddie deadpans.

“Make it special, Eddie. You know, with your pizzazz.”

Make it special with your pizzazz. What the fuck is he supposed to do with that?

Days later, Eddie finally figures out a special present to do with books. He worries over and over that it’s stupid, that you’ll hate it, but it’s the best thing he’s come up with (thanks to Dustin, after all).

Secret Santa occurs on Christmas Eve, and that’s where you are now.

Eddie greeted you with a hug when he saw you, holding you tight longer than usual, trying not to obviously breathe you in. Your smell, your comfort. When you pulled back, he was almost stunned by how pretty he finds you.

It’s not a new thought. He notices constantly, but sometimes it just hits him. He blames the holidays for it this time. You’re wearing a Christmas sweater vest, a plain long sleeve beneath it, and jeans. It’s perfect on you.

“I like your outfit,” he says, when he really means that you’re the prettiest person in the entire world, he thinks.

“Thanks, I like yours too,” it’s the same as he always wears, but he knows you mean it.

He’s a mess when the gift exchanging starts, his leg bouncing. He wants you to like it so much. He hardly notices when it’s his turn to pass his present, lost in his head.

“Eddie?” You move to catch his gaze.

“Hm?”

“It’s your turn.”

“Oh, sorry.” He grabs the present he spent way too long wrapping, hands it to you slowly, “Merry Christmas.”

When you take it from him, your fingers brush. Even after the contact, they’re left burning with the memory.

You unwrap it gently, like you’re trying to savor it. Eddie watches your face the entire time, eyes searching for any reaction. What he gets is a look, your mouth in the shape of an ‘O’ from surprise.

“You didn’t,” you say.

A chorus of ‘what is it’s sound from your friends. You’d almost forgotten they were there, too.

“It’s a first edition,” Eddie says.

A special book. Your favorite one, first edition, with a card tucked away in its pages for you to find later.

“Eddie, this is perfect.”

“You like it, then?”

“Are you kidding?!”

At his shy smile you can’t hold yourself back from springing up to hug him. He’s still sitting, unprepared, so you lean down and wrap your arms around his shoulders. His come around your back quickly.

You bury your face in his neck, press a kiss that’s so light Eddie’s not sure if he dreamt it, and mumble, “thank you.”

“You’re welcome, babe.”

With his arms around you, Eddie decides that he’s going to ask you out as soon as you’re alone. He can’t keep hiding his feelings when you’re the only person he’s ever felt them for. They practically seep out of him now.

Robin leans over to Steve, “how much you wanna bet they’re dating next time we see them?”

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Omg hiiii, I absolutely love Rekindled! You're so talented, and the story you're making for Persephone is so intriguing! A lot more than whatever trashfire Lore Olympus has become.

That being said, what was the moment you stopped liking LO Persephone? Have you always disliked her, or was it gradual? Or just a specific moment that made you go "yeaaaaah.. she's not it ;-;"

(And bonus question if I can ask, but how do you draw hands?? I hate them with a passion, but unfortunately hands are pretty necessary T^T)

aahhh thank you so much!!!

honestly, I was a pretty big fan of LO up until the trial arc. Like, you've all seen me hate this comic with a fiery passion, but the only reason I'm able to do that is because before I hated this comic, I loooved this comic. I'd literally be counting down the hours until new updates, I loved the art, and I was too smitten by the appeal of the series to notice its writing problems, I just loved the romantic drama and the H x P ship, and yes, I loved Persephone, I loved her design, her personality, and I felt so 'seen' by her struggles, both with her trying to pave a path for herself and the SA plotline. I was even (regrettably) one of those people who would lurk in the antiLO tags and think "wow, these people are dumb, can't they see how brilliantly written this is ?? they're nitpicking!"

But then the trial arc happened which involved writing a plot that didn't put the romance front and center anymore - now that Rachel had to actually write something complex and logic-driven, the blinders started to fall off and I went wait... maybe Rachel doesn't know what she's doing. Persephone choosing her own lawyer? And it's Hades, one of the judges? Why are they suddenly establishing Thanatos as Hades' adoptive son? I'm not a lawyer, but I know that's not how any of this works and it really tipped me off that something was amiss, that Persephone was having all of her solutions conveniently handed to her on a platter and all of the other characters were suddenly being made to look like assholes just to make Hades and Persephone the heroes.

And then... Eris happened.

See, one of the things I loved most in the story was Persephone's character arc concerning the Act of Wrath. I write stories about characters with dark "personas" all of the time. So it was something I had frame of reference for, I really loved the premise of Persephone earning her name through this act of violence and while it was dashed with the opening of S2 revealing it was "all an accident", I was excited to see how the trial arc would bring about new information and confirm who was telling the truth about what "really happened" with the Act of Wrath. If the courtroom drama wasn't gonna be realistic, I could at least hope for some good 'OBJECTION!' reveal that would finally put to rest once and for all what really happened, and maybe Kore would finally embrace this 'dark side' she had.

So for the actual twist to suddenly reveal itself as... 'actually, this one goddess we've never mentioned before blessed you with wrath. why? idk she just did. anyways she's the reason you have wrath and that's what made you commit the act of wrath. problem solved.'

And that was where the twisting of 'faith' happened. When I went through the subconscious realization of , "Oh no, Rachel doesn't know what she's doing and it took me this long to notice. Oh no, maybe those antiLO freaks had a point-"

That said, there was a glimmer of hope in the midseason finale. Persephone was sentenced to remain in the Mortal Realm to carry out her mother's duties and I thought, "great! This will be Persephone's Rocky moment! She'll have to prove herself without the help of Demeter or Hades! This is gonna be awesome!!" During the hiatus, I was VERY excited to see where the story was going, I still had so much hope and I figured the mishandling of the trial arc was just a bump in the road. The series was still good, it was just going through a rough patch, these things happen.

And then it came back and it all went downhill from there. There was a 10 year time skip with very little insight as to what happened. Minthe and Daphne were just suddenly back to normal. They were referencing some food shortage or terrible event that happened during Persephone's reign that they never explained in explicit detail. And now, all of a sudden, Persephone was just returning to the Underworld, where Kronos had suddenly taken over. I had cautious optimism but throughout it, I was really seeing the cracks that were already forming opening wide. A lot of what I had to say wasn't positive anymore, I literally couldn't understand what the reasoning was behind these writing decisions and I couldn't find myself rooting for Persephone anymore, everything just seemed to convenient and easy for her to make her seem like the "strong and confident" character the comic claimed her to be.

The S2 finale was my breaking point and I think it was for a lot of other people too. That was pretty much where my 'transformation' from passionate stan to passionate critic happened, and it happened alongside the creation of the UnpopularLoreOlympus subreddit which would become my new 'home' within the community. After seeing how much the story had gone downhill, it made me realize in hindsight just how awful and one-note Persephone is, how she really never cared about anyone but herself and Hades, how her mother did, actually, have a point about her being practically groomed into a relationship with a billionaire slave driver, how she was very intentionally drawn to look like a child in ways I couldn't believe I had never noticed before, the list of "awakenings" goes on. And it sucked! It sucked to have that realization that the thing I loved wasn't just imperfect, but incredibly problematic in its writing and art choices. And just like when I loved the comic, I couldn't just let go of it, I had to understand to some degree why this happened.

It happened because Persephone was always being written as a one-note, easy to project onto self-insert character. A Wattpad protagonist. Not an actual representation of the Goddess of Spring, but a blank slate for the creator and the fans to imagine themselves as purely for the power fantasy of hooking up with a rich and abusive guy.

That was when I made my first piece of LO art intended to be an 'edit' - a redraw of Persephone's rebirth as the Dread Queen from the S2 finale, an ode to the Persephone I was hoping to see but never got. The rest from there is history.

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I know I'm being SUPER dramatic about it but this was literally how it felt to go through the realization that this comic - and its characters - wasn't as good as I thought it was, and I think that's a sentiment that's shared by a lot of the 'haters' in this community. LO was a big part of my life and even some of my friendships with people, so when it went downhill, it felt like such a hit to the gut. It's still a big part of my life, albeit in the opposite direction, but I still wonder sometimes over the "what ifs", what if the series hadn't turned out this way? What if I had never realized its flaws? Rekindled is basically a love letter to those what ifs, satisfying the feelings I never got to keep with LO, and giving me a reason to count down the hours on Saturday nights again. I'm glad it's made that same impact for others, too <3

#lmao this turned into some really deep catharsis post #i never explained how to draw hands #i'll make a post about that in a bit lmaooo #this is what happens when i'm given free reign in my blog posts #i go off way too much JFDKASLFJDKSLA #but it's a story i like to tell because it reminds me why i do all this to begin with #lore olympus critical #lo critical #anti lore olympus #ama #anon ama #anon ask me anything #ask me anything

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Puppy gets it all

Summary: Cole is sweet but clingy.

Pairing: Cole Turner x fem!Reader

Warnings: mentions of/implied smut, fluff, blooming relationship, cocky/self-confident reader, Cole’s family being annoying as fuck, sex in a barn, smut, unprotected sex, almost getting caught

Catch up here: Her puppy

“You know, the power you felt was the power of a grown farmer making love to you,” Cole smirks at you. He lies on his side, tickling your arm with his fingertips. “Your legs are still shaking, huh?”

“Boy, I’m thirsty,” you pat his chest. “Not only for water, puppy. How about we go for round two in the showers?”

“I’d love that,” Coles moves closer again to move his hand under the blanket and cup your mound. “I knew you’d be addicted to me in no time.”

“So, what are your plans for the weekend?” You grab his hand to guide his movement. “Do you want to spend the weekend at my place? I got the next week off. A lot of time for a grown farmer to make love to me on every surface at my place.”

“The weekend,” he licks his lips. Cole would love nothing more than to spend every minute with you. “It’s my dad’s birthday on Saturday and I need to get a gift and all…” He sighs deeply. “I could come around on Sunday, though.”

“Hmmm…” you nod thoughtfully. “How about you take me with you, we attend your dad’s birthday party and sneak out to fuck in the barn. I still have a week to get a nice little outfit that makes you go crazy and a gift for your dad. What does he like?”

His eyes widen, not only at the naughty idea of having sex in the barn. “You want to come with me? Really? I mean. Isn’t it too soon? I didn’t pressure you, right?”

“Baby, I want to get to know your family because I like their son very much,” you smirk and move your free hand to his growing erection. “Or do you want me to be your dirty little secret?”

“What? No…” Cole panics. “You…I love you and I want you to get to know my family, but they are a handful.”

“It’s settled then. I will come with you, and you can stay at my place next week. So,” you move closer to brush your lips over Cole’s. “What does your daddy like, huh? Is he a dirty boy like you wanting to pound pussy all the time or…”

“Books…and plants and…” Cole whines as you start stroking his cock. “We can decide on a gift later…much later…”

“Relax, baby,” you tut as Cole tugs at the tie you chose for him. “You look good, very good.” You kiss him softly to help him relax. “We will knock, have some cake, and do not forget the barn.”

“How could I?” He drops his eyes to your chest. “Damn, all the things this farmer boy could do to you right now.”

“Tell me, farmer boy,” you play along, and batt your eyelashes. “I’m a girl from town and don’t know how to handle a big guy like you.” You wrap your arms around his neck to kiss him greedily. “We can still run into the barn and do it like rabbits.”

“We will,” he murmurs against your lips. “Please don’t make me hard in front of my family. They won’t stop teasing me if you do.”

“I guess it’s too late for that,” you let go of Cole to pat his crotch. “Let’s sit in the car for a moment. It’s still early and I’m a little hungry for something else than birthday cake…”

“Holy fuck,” Cole curses loudly. You made quick work and eagerly unzipped his pants to suck him off. Now you wipe your mouth and fix your makeup while he tries to come down. “Shit, baby…I…wow!”

“I hope you know that was only foreplay,” you wink at him. “I want this grand-prime dick to pound me into the next week at the barn.”

“Promised—” he loosens the tie again and breathes hard, but at least the problem in his pants was solved. “I love how you make me feel.”

“I love how you make me feel too,” you lean closer to whisper in his ear. “And I don’t mean how you fuck me, Cole.” You squeeze his thigh and smirk. “Let’s go or they will find your fingers inside my cunt if you keep on looking at me like that…”

“The girlfriend? He brought her with him?” You’d like to roll your eyes at his aunt’s outburst. She acts as if Cole is some freak hiding you in his basement. “I thought they broke up after a week!”

“No. I told you they are taking things slow,” Cole’s father tuts. He tries to stop his family from asking too many questions. “Now shush. He brought her here. This means something.”

“We can still run,” Cole whispers in your ear. He holds your hand in a tight grip and forces a smile on his face as everyone seems to look your way.

“Nah, I’m having a blast,” you let go of his hand to wrap your arm around his waistline. “Relax. If not, I know how to make you loosen up.” Your hand slips toward his ass, grabbing a handful of one cheek. “I’m here with you, baby. Just don’t leave me side.”

“Okay,” he whispers and pecks your temple. “Thank you for coming with me. I wouldn’t have survived another family party without you.”

“That’s what a girlfriend is good for,” you grope him again. “And for sucking your dick when you are hard.”

He sucks in a breath watching his mother, sister, aunt, and father hurriedly make their way toward you and your boyfriend. Cole makes an odd noise as you grope him again.

“Relax, big boy,” you purr. “If you are good and let me handle this, I’ll ride you so hard you’ll pass out on me…”

“Oh my, if only we knew you’d bring your lovely girlfriend,” Cole’s mother coos. She holds out her hand and tells you her name.

“I’m sorry, Mrs. Turner. I didn’t know if I’d have the time,” you lie without missing a beat. “I made sure to clear my schedule for today to come here with Cole.”

“That’s too kind of you,” his mom coos, but she eyes you up and down. “Right, darling.”

“Hi,” Mr. Turner gives you an apologetic look. He holds out his hand and leans closer. “Please excuse my wife and her sister. They won’t stop until they know your blood type.”

“O-negative,” you grin at Mr. Turner, making him chuckle. “I have nothing to hide.”

“Son, I like her already,” Cole’s father smirks at his son. “She’s a keeper.” And, you know, it was a low blow. “Make her happy.”

"Oh, don’t you worry about a thing,” your features darken, and you straighten your back. Ready to attack anyone making your boyfriend feel uncomfortable. “Cole knows exactly what to do to make me happy, Mr. Turner. I’m his girlfriend for a reason.”

After assuring his mother, sister, aunt, and anyone related to your boyfriend, that you are indeed here to stay, you are a little tired. Only the thought of getting naughty in the barn with Cole keeps you going.

“Sweetness,” one of Cole’s cousins slurs. He had one too many beers and now, he tries to hit on you or embarrass himself. “How did Cole get so lucky to find a girl like you?”

“Woman,” you correct and sidestep him to grab a snack for Cole and you. “And you shouldn’t you ask me how I got so lucky to find a man like Cole?”

“Lady, it was meant as a compliment. You’re a ten, and Cole is a…you know,” he gives you a toothy grin.

“Cole is smart, sweet, caring, incredibly handsome, and,” you lean closer to whisper the last part, “I don’t want to be indiscreet, but you opened that door already. He has a dick out of this world.”

He chokes on his beer and spills it all over his shirt. “What?” He coughs.

“Really. They should mold it and sell dildos,” you grin and pull away. “Every woman should be as happy and satisfied as I am. I bet yours could use a good dildo too.”

You turn on your heels, a devilish smirk on your lips as you walk toward your boyfriend. You grab his tie and drag him with you. “I’m hungry and, only you can still this hunger.”

Luckily the barn is a little farther from the main house.; because the noises you and Cole make are not for the faint of heart.

You ended up in his arms and pressed up against the wall of the barn.

He’s like a man possessed, and you are the needy bitch in heat taking every deep thrust.

“Fuck, baby…I,” Cole groans. He buries his face in your neck to muffle the noises falling from his lips. “You look so fucking good like this.”

“Yeah?” You grab his shoulders as he starts to move you up and down his cock. “I think you look good while fucking me too.”

“Shit, the way you handled my family and neighbors made me rock-hard,” he pants heavily, hips never stop moving while you claw at his body. “Fuck, fuck. I’m going to cream this pussy and make it mine forever.”

“Fuck,” you gush all over his cock. “I thought we were going steady, Mr. Turner.” You kiss him greedily the moment Cole cums inside of you.

Outside of the barn Cole’s cousin and his wife stare at each other. They followed you and your boyfriend to spy on you.

His cousin didn’t get over what you said to him, and he tried to prove that Cole paid you for your company.

“They…they did it in the barn! Someone could’ve seen,” Cole’s cousin complains. His wife nods, but she presses her legs together, wishing it was her getting railed inside the barn, not you…

“Home sweet home,” you giggle as you drop your bags on the ground. “Your family was…interesting.”

“I hope they didn’t bug you too much,” Cole decided to drive you home after the weekend. He sighs and stretches his sore body. “I should head back. We see us tomorrow.”

He yelps when you grab him by his arms. “You didn’t think I’d let you go, right?” You smirk as he looks like a lost puppy again. Cole scrunches his face in confusion. “Baby, we have been a pair for almost a year. Why don’t you move in with me?”

“What? I-“ He beams at you. “You want me to move in with you?”

“Why not?” You run your hands up and down his arms. “I love you,” you peck his lips. “You love me. We click and the sex is phenomenal.”

“I knew the power of the land would ruin you, Y/N…”

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#cole turner #cole turner x reader #ghosted fanfiction #cole turner x female reader #cole turner x y/n #cole turner x you #cole turner smut #smut #female reader

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reallyneedsalife · 8 months

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INCORRECT HEARTSTOPPER QUOTES (TV EDITION)

Darcy: I've never encountered a problem that can't be solved by an spontaneous musical number.

Nick: Real life should have a fucking search function, or something.

Nick: I need my socks.

Elle: I hate taking off my glasses, because without them, my vision goes from Full HD all the way down to buffering at 240p and I just can't handle that.

Tao: You were wise to seek help from the world's most deadly weapon.

Tao: It's me

Charlie: I’m a multitasker!

Charlie: I can disappoint fifteen people at once.

Isaac, after getting a library card: Now I know what true power feels like.

Tao: Hey, quick question. How petty am I allowed to be?

Tao: Wait you like me? For my personality?

Elle: I know, I was surprised too.

Tara: Wow, left handed AND British? You really are an illusion.

Imogen : Tara, I know you love Darcy. I mean, we all do, she's a very nice person and I respect her immensely.

Imogen : But I think she might be a fucking idiot.

Darcy: If you spell skeletons backwards, it still spells skeletons.

Sahar, deadpan: Wow, I can't wait for Halloween to see some snoteleks.

Darcy: Milkshake with two straws please

Tara, blushing: Aww Darcy!

Darcy, putting both straws in her mouth: watch how fast I can fucking drink this!

Nick: I slipped a little note in your back-pack to tell you how much I love you.

Charlie, opening his bag: This is a 10 page letter. It has an About The Author section.

Imogen: Hey, Charlie? Can I get some romance advice?

Charlie: Just because I’m with Nick doesn’t mean I know how I did it.

Charlie: You really put aside everything and came all this way for me? How did you even get here so fast?

Nick: Several traffic violations.

Elle: Many counts of resisting arrest.

Tara: Roughly thirteen cans of energy drinks.

Darcy: Also, that’s not our car.

Imogen, not totally used to the Paris' Squads brand of shenanigan yet: It's not??

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In another timeline

Imogen: Wow, they really hate us.

Sahar: Yes, perhaps they’re homophobic.

Imogen: But we’re not gay, Sahar.

Sahar:

Imogen:

Sahar: We’re not?

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Tao: And if you have any suggestions, please put them in the suggestion box.

Nick: That’s a trash can.

Tao, watching Isaac & Charlie panic : What's going on?

Elle: Isaac is having an identity crisis and Charlie is just having a crisis.

Nick: The risk I took was calculated but, man, am I bad at maths.

Nick: My stomach growled super loud in French.

Nick: I would like to clarify, my stomach did not speak in French. It growled during my French lesson.

Tara: Bonjour.

Charlie: Le growl.

Darcy: Hon hon hon, feed me a baguette.

#imogen heaney #charlie spring #sahar zahid #elle argent #nick nelson #tao xu #tara jones #heartstopper incorrect quotes #incorrect heartstopper quotes #incorrect osemanverse

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you wonder why the scots were so unstable, then you look at their monarchy and realise they had seven child monarchs in a row. oh your king's a twelve-year-old? that sucks. what, he's been assassinated? huh! good thing his heir-- HE'S SIX? good thing he isn't going to die a ridiculous death like getting blown up by a cannon any time soon! BUT NOT FOR LONG! what, he was actually blown up by a cannon? wow. anyway, we're leaving the throne in the capable hands of a nine-year-old. that won't go wrong! OR SO WE THOUGHT! well, at least it wasn't a cannon that took him out this time, just a little bit of rebellion and war. and we're leaving the throne in the capable hands of a competent and popular ruler.

BUT NOT FOR LONG! this idiot gets absolutely wrecked at the hands of the english. and by wrecked, i mean killed. great news for henry viii, terrible news for little one-year-old jamie (his nephew, i should point out), a.k.a. your highness, and fifth in a long line of idiots called james. (you'd think they'd learn to pick another name.) things work out eventually, right up until henry viii's lot come back onto the scene and get into a bunch of fights with the scots. unbelievably, things are about to get so much worse. in a real smart move, james dies at the grand old age of thirty. (i feel the need to point out that none of these jameses lived past the age of forty-two. and that's being generous.)

enter mary. she's catholic! she's not called james! she's the queen of scotland! and guess how old she is? six days! yes, you heard that right - six days. (and you thought six years was bad.) she's eventually whisked away to live in france and later marry the dauphin, handily solving the problem of the english trying to kidnap her and marry her off to edward vi. (she's five at this point. edward is ten. françois, the dauphin, is three. don't think too hard about any of that.)

they grow up. edward dies at fifteen. mary i, best known for her fondness for barbecues, dies five years later. françois, sensing a trend, dies two years after that at sixteen. mary returns to scotland, and all is well.

OR SO WE THOUGHT! whilst england was busy being torn apart by religious matters, scotland was busy being torn apart by religious matters. (you'll never guess what's happening in france.) mary, of course, is a devout catholic. some of the scots, who have spent twelve years without a monarch, let alone a catholic girl raised in france, are... not. rebellions! political instability! back to the status quo, basically. john knox is not happy, but when is he ever? elizabeth i kindly tries to help things by sending her bestie robert dudley (yes, that robert) to marry mary. this, unsurprisingly, does not go down well. fortunately, mary solves all these problems by creating a new one: she marries her half-cousin, henry lord darnley! yuck! i mean, yay! more rebellion (led by mary's half-brother)! henry turns on mary because he wants more power! he allies with the protestant lords, and they stab mary's private secretary to death in front of her whilst she's pregnant! the usual.

BUT NOT FOR LONG! mary and henry escape, they have a lovely little son called james (they still hadn't learn their lesson about scottish jameses), and they all live happily ever after until henry's house is blown up and he's found smothered outside in broad daylight. suspects include: everyone in scotland. but mostly lord bothwell, who proceeds to kidnap mary and marry her. now, you may struggle to believe this, but things go downhill from here. mary is eventually forced to abdicate, and flees to england. bothwell is imprisoned in denmark, and later goes insane. as for james, now the one-year-old james vi (anyone sensing a pattern here?), well, he's probably too busy learning to speak to care. because, you know, he's one. some people never learn.

from this point onwards, mary's kept under house arrest by elizabeth i. in a display of gratitude towards elizabeth, mary promptly spends the rest of her life plotting against her. or being involved in plots. in the meantime, james's regent, also called james stewart (mary's aforementioned half-brother; the name is cursed), earns the dubious honour of being the first head of government to be assassinated with a firearm. eventually, after mary, that virtuous angel, actively tries to kill elizabeth, elizabeth gets fed up and drops a sword on mary's neck. james, who last saw his mother at the age of zero years old, must have been devastated.

you all know what happened next: elizabeth died at the grand old age of sixty-nine, and james inherited the throne. thus followed decades of religious instability, parliamentary infighting, and stubborn monarchs who refused to listen to reason, which were surely new to the elizabethans. james, who was what is commonly known these days as a "hot mess" or "bisexual disaster" - don't quote me on that - was nearly blown up in a plot masterminded by a guy called tosser. sorry, i mean a tosser called guy. he also pissed everyone off by being a bit too buddy-buddy with several men, possibly lovers. (probably lovers.) that was not the end of the curse of james stewart (see: james ii of england), but it did at least put an end to mary queen of scots. oh, and england and scotland were united. that too. cue much chaos with a man you've probably heard of, named oliver cromwell... the rest is history. i mean, all of this is history, but you know what i mean.

and that's the story of why having seven child monarchs in a row is a really fucking bad idea!

#historyposting

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Begin Again - Lee Dutton

Pairing: Lee Dutton x OC (Natalie WentWorth)

Summary: The life of renowned lawyer Natalie WentWorth was quiet in Boston, but everything changed when she received a call from a former Harvard colleague, Jamie Dutton. After reflecting a lot, Natalie agreed to solve some problems at the Yellowstone Dutton Ranch, but she did not imagine that her life would change completely when she arrived in Montana. One of the reasons for this change was Lee Dutton, the eldest son of John Dutton, cowboy and livestock agent, who would represent all the comfort she needed to have in the midst of the chaos of the Dutton family. Natalie could begin again at that ranch.

Warnings: Subtle sexual innuendos, brief language, alcohol consumption, angst, smut, fluffy.

Fix the law after you break it

A few more kilometers and she would finally arrive in Yellowstone. Her Volvo XC40 exceeded the thousands of miles at a speed fast enough to make a journey of thirty-six hours of travel in less than thirty hours. Yes, she liked speed. It was one of the few things she allowed herself to "lose control". Her life experience and her profession had taught her to take care of her own control. If anyone would lose their mind, it would be the other side and not her.

She looked at the folder on the bank next to her. There was her name engraved on it: Miss Natalie WentWorth. She smiled proudly. She had not chosen the law, the law had chosen her. And her last civil hearing had proved it.

Natalie's thoughts were interrupted when she observed a movement a few kilometers ahead. There were men mounted on horses, armed, wearing bulletproof vests, on one side of the fence, and other men without any armament, but with unfriendly expression were on the other side of the fence. Natalie reduced her speed and a lawyer's sense of curiosity did not allow her to move forward, stopping on the shoulder.

Looking more closely, she realized that the men on the other side of the fence were indeed armed, some police officers and other civilians. She also noticed that there was a huge herd of cows on the side of the fence and she soon considered a problem. Natalie got out of the car and put her high heels on the dirt floor, something she wasn't used to.

"You should move on, ma'am. The thing here will soon be very bad." One of the cowboys warned her by jogging next to her.

"What's going on?" She asked ignoring his request.

"What happens every day here in Yellowstone: big dog fight." The cowboy waved his hat and trotted towards the discussion that was forming.

Natalie noted that the fence was free of barbed wire, so it would not be very difficult for cattle to go from one place to another. However, she doubted that the cowboys of that ranch had left the fence like that, just as it would be almost impossible for the cattle to take a different direction from what they took every day, unless someone attracted them with food. She got closer to the scene and noticed the remains of hay on the other side. Wow, a crime scene right on her first day in Montana.

"Madam, I'll ask you to leave, please." A serious and deep voice echoed behind her and she turned around. One of the men in the bulletproof vest was in front of her and at that distance she could read Livestock Agent on his chest. He carried a powerful rifle between his hands.

"As far as I know, the road is public." She responded without being able to see him right, because the strong light of the sun prevented her.

"This one is not. It belongs to the Reservation."

"Well, then they should take me out of here and not you...agent." Natalie replied pointing to the police and heard a low laugh coming from him. "Besides, I'm much more helpful here."

"I doubt that."

"OK, agent. I can tell what I know to the police officers of the Reservation and so they can win this fight." Natalie crossed the fence and walked a few steps on the pasture, but his voice came up again.

"I could get you out of there with little effort, ma'am!"

"Try it! Let's see what happens to you after that."

Natalie turned her back on the agent and approached the Indians of the Reservation, but seconds later a heated argument began. One of the Indians insulted one of the cowboys and he crossed the fence to attack him, but the Indian quickly knocked him out on the ground. The scene was transformed without Natalie being able to keep up. The police officers lifted their weapons, as well as the cowboys on the other side, but soon the agent came up with the rifle and threatened the Indian with his barrel on his head.

"Whatever happens next happens to you first." The agent threatened in a loud and deep voice.

"Son of a bitch." The Indian released the cowboy under his hands and faced the agent with danger in his eyes.

Tensions were stifled with the arrival of a helicopter on land. Natalie managed to read Yellowstone Dutton Ranch in the helicopter body and smiled playfully. What an unusual way to meet the boss. He got off the vehicle dressed as the good landowner he was, with simple clothes and a hat. The livestock agent went to meet him and exchanged some words that Natalie could not hear due to the distance and noise of the helicopter propellers.

The two men approached the fence and John exchanged glances with Natalie, surprised by her presence there, but he had more urgent matters to deal with than to know why a white woman dressed in a white satin blouse, navy blue pencil skirt and high heels was on the other side of the fence. She soon found out that she was on the wrong side of that fight, so she walked slowly towards the track, and she had difficulty walking due to her high heels sinking into the grass.

"This is a tribal issue, John. Livestock commission's got no authority here." One of the police officers informed John with caution.

"Those look like livestock to me." He pointed to the cattle on the other side of the fence and kept walking.

"The Chief's at Commencement, but I'm calling the shots."

"I'm impressed you said that with a straight face, Ben." John mocked with a smile and continued walking on the tribal ground until he approached a gentleman sitting on the hood of the truck that was among the cattle.

"If you know anything, it's better to say it now. Things won't be more friendly between us and them for much longer." The agent approached Natalie again and she remained looking at John's back, wishing to hear what he said, but it was too far away.

"If I say what I know, I lose the letter in the sleeve I have, don't you think?"

"Look, ma'am, I don't know where you come from, but here in Montana we solve the problems in two ways: either we follow the law, or we break it." The agent responded politely after a brief pause, as if he were thinking about what he should say. She liked it, he didn't want to push her away, he thought she was important enough to try to insist on the subject.

"I come from Boston...and from what I see now, you will need a good lawyer."

"I don't think we'll win this fight through laws, ma'am."

"You really won't go, so you'll need a lawyer: to fix the law after you break it. I have my card in the car, if you want."

The agent smiled openly, showing his white and big teeth. Very perfect for a cowboy and livestock agent, she thought. Either he spent all the money on dental appointments or...

"Lee Dutton." He supported the rifle in one hand and offered her the other. "Can I know your name, Madam from Boston?"

"Natalie WentWorth." She accepted his greeting and had her small hand engulfed by his big hand, tanned and full of calluses in a strong but gentle grip. "Don't worry, I'm on this side of the fence."

He just kept smiling and Natalie could watch him at that moment, since he covered the sunlight from her face. Lee was tall, although any man taller than one meter and seventy was taller than her, he wore a cream hat that covered most of his hair, and he wore a grown beard, blonde, and looked well cared for. And there was that smile that besides being beautiful, was cheerful. How could he be happy in that situation? She didn't know, but she was curious.

"Lee!" John Dutton's voice sounded authoritarian when he crossed the fence. "Clear everyone out."

"You know, there was barbed wire on this fence a week ago." Lee explained to his father.

"I know. Clear them out."

"Alright! Move on!"

While Lee gathered his men, Natalie hurried the step to accompany John Dutton, but her high heels did not help, so she removed them.

"Mr. Dutton! Mr... Dutton!" She called feeling her feet pincing due to the tall grass. After a few seconds, he stopped and waited for her to approach.

"It wasn't a good choice to wear these shoes today, ma'am." John mocked with a smile as he observed the high heels in Natalie's hands.

"I'm a newcomer to Montana, sir. I can get used to it." She put on her shoes and extended a hand to him. "My name is Natalie WentWorth. Your son Jamie told me that you were in need of help."

"All the help I need is in my house, ma'am. I don't need another lawyer." John seriously informed without accepting her hand.

"But I came here from Boston. Jamie told me that..."

"I don't know what Jamie wanted with you, miss, but it certainly has nothing to do with me or my ranch." He stared at her in a mixture of pity and anger. "If you want, we can take you back in the helicopter."

"I've been driving, sir."

"I'm sorry for what Jamie made you go through. I hope you have a good trip back." John put his sunglasses on his face and walked away from her with slow steps towards the helicopter.

Natalie was planted in the same place for so long that the police officers of the reserve had left, as well as the tribals and most of the cowboys. She couldn't believe that. After all the effort to get there, after thinking long before getting close to cowboys again, she was rejected. Natalie didn't know who else she was angry with, if it was Jamie, Mr. Dutton or herself.

"Miss WentWorth, is everything okay?" Lee appeared next to her and she had to control herself so as not to shrook another Dutton next to her.

"It'll be." She started walking again and heard his steps following her. She rolled her eyes and growled softly. "Go back to your work, Mr. Dutton. You're going to need a lot of work."

"What do you mean? Hey, wait!"

Natalie was already used to walking with high heels on the grass and was already approaching her car on the side of the side. However, to her misfortune, one Dutton was determined to leave her away while the other did not leave her alone.

"What did you mean?" He put himself between her and the driver's door.

"I need to go now, Mr. Dutton. Can I get in my own car?" She asked impatiently, but Lee remained in the same place.

"Only answer the question." Lee asked kindly, but Natalie was too angry to notice.

"I am not obliged by law to answer anything. And if you don't get out of the front of my fucking car now, I'll sue you for so many things that you'll never have a penny in your cowboy pants again." She threatened him fervently and Lee took a few seconds thinking to then clear the way. "Thank you, Agent."

"Aren't you going to give me your card?" He asked at the window when she got in the car.

"It will no longer be necessary."

Natalie started the gear and started the car, causing the tire to leave stains on the asphalt.

#Yellowstone #yellowstone tv #yellowstone fic #lee dutton #dave annable #adelaide kane #begin again #lee dutton x oc #lee dutton fic #john dutton #beth dutton #jamie dutton #kayce dutton #monica long #romance #drama #hot hot hot #smut

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stardustkrishnaverse · 7 months

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TEXTING HINDU GODS PT.2

cos i couldnt get enough 😂

RAMA 🫶:

- replies with a wholesome and sweet paragraph LITERALLY EVERY TIME

- asks you about your day

- tells you what him and his fam did that day

- helps you make friends ('Don't worry - you're so sweet and kind! You have got this! 🤗')

- emotional breakdown support 101

- does random facetimes to show you nice things he finds in the forest

- does group vid calls to show everyone

-- > does 'campfire sessions' on group vid call where you all play antakshari or tell stories together

- gives the best life advice, on parallel with Krishna's (surprise surprise amirite)

y/n : hi Ram ji :)

Rama : Hi my priye y/n, so good to hear from you! You know, today we saw this beautiful flower in the forest that I'm pretty sure is a Golden Arch Dendrobium - Lakshmana says we have come to the areas of Bharat where it is a native plant! Its colour was so mesmerising and bright - it looked so lovely in Sitey's hair! I wish you were here to see it 🥰 [Sends pic of flower]

y/n : *sends 10min voice note of emotional breakdown*

rama : *sends multiple vns back right away with lots of affirmations and emotional support. if your love language is physical touch he also posts you a hand-knit jumper or a crochet teddy for you to snuggle*

HANUMAN 🫶:

- another one for speed dial

- happy to help in every circumstance

-- > but may not help with picking outfits as he'll find smth nice to say for every option 😂💓

- BEST motivation and motivational speeches

- will pretend to study with you on vid call so you can have a study buddy 🥺

- if you can't sleep at night, will be on phone call telling a wholesome story to send u to sleep (most likely smth about his or shri ram's adventures)

- will highly appreciate you sharing your fave Shri Ram bhajans with him

- begins and ends every convo with 'JSR 🙏' (Jai Shri Ram)

- in summary: your fave uncle, grandad and brother in one

- in bg of all of Shri Ram's vid calls and says hi haha (he loves to sing in the antakshari and is also such a big hype man 😁)

RADHA 🫶:

- you know that trope about going to dads with all your 'dad needs' like fixing the sink,, well that is radhe with LITERALLY EVERYTHING

- solves all your problems

- is also on speed dial

- is the caring older sister (without the brown eldest sibling trauma 💀)

- reposts all the dumb pics of herself that kanha tags her in and adds individual captions with the patience of only kanhas eternal consort 🥰

kanha : *posts of a pic of himself looking swag and radhe scratching her nose mid blink* RADHE ❤️

radhe : *resharing* I've never looked so good, new pfp material 😂

kanha : *comments* wow i get to be in ur pfp 🥹🥹🥹🥹 #blessed

radha : like u are not literally in all of them 🙄

y/n : *posts a vid of radha single-handedly doing dhakka to y/n's broken down car, kanha doing 😍 face in bg*

#guess whos back lol #gopiblr #krishna #krishnablr #hindu memes #hindu mythology #ramayana meme #shri ram #hanuman #radharani #ramayana squad are wholesome beans 🥺#lakshmana takes some time to get comfortable with u tho

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panlight · 4 months

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I'm not sure if its possible to get something like pigs blood from a butcher in the US, but i feel like someone like Esme would prefer that over hunting animals.

And maybe Carlisle and Rosalie would work on a blood alternative, kind of like TruBlood, for vampires.

What are your thoughts on that?

My understanding is that it's tricky in the US to find it, but with the Cullens' money they could probably pay off some local butchers to save blood for them. Just imagining Esme being like "oh I make authentic black pudding and sell it online!" as an explanation and they make like a fake online store front for it and then people start trying to actually order it and she's like, oh crap I guess I have to make some now? Like when you read stories about restaurants that were really fronts for mob activity but someone wanders in and the mobsters have to get their mom to cook some pasta for the oblivious customers.

But, really, if SM were more interested in 'vampire slice of life' stuff AND if she had more room in her story for the secondary characters to have desires and motivations outsides of either facilitating or resenting the main romance, of course Carlisle would have been trying to make a blood substitute, and of course Rosalie and Edward, with their various STEM degrees, would be helping him. And OF COURSE they would have researched the myths surrounding vampires having children long before Bella got pregnant. It's absolutely impossible for me to suspend my disbelief to accept that the Cullens and especially Carlisle were just like 'wow we literally never thought or wondered about this until just now' when Bella gets pregnant. Esme and Rosalie LONG for children! SURELY they've researched this before!?!? I could accept that they researched it but found no concrete evidence and thought it was just a myth made up by the Volturi or whatever but just the 'literally no idea . . . even though apparently there are books in our library about it, and our groundskeepers on Isle Esme know about it, and there are websites online about it' does not make sense to me unless the Cullens have just literally been standing around like unplayed Sims waiting for Edward and Bella to need them for something.

I also think the Cullens probably should have been working on some kind of sparkle-suppressing vampire make-up. I've seen people asking why they don't just use make-up to hide the sparkle or look older, but since their skin is so different from human skin, normal make-up probably wouldn't work that well. But again, you've got Alice the fashion maven and bunch of other vampires with backgrounds in biology and they can't put their heads together and come up with some kind of vampire-friendly, sparkle-proof foundation?

Again, I get it: at the end of the day Twilight is a romance, and romances generally and understandably have a narrow focus on the central relationship. But romances don't usually have so MANY side characters, either. Realistically, I would expect the Cullens, with their various medical and scientific studies, abundant free time (no sleep!) and unlimited wealth, would have already solved a lot of living-as-a-vampire problems by the time Bella showed up.

Assuming they can be solved, of course. Maybe vampire venom on the skin really just makes any make-up lasting for more than a half hour impossible. Maybe a blood substitute just doesn't work because there's some magical 'blood is the life' thing going on here. Maybe pig's blood is just too impractical to get from a butcher in the volume they need it. Maybe the act of hunting helps them release tension and they realize they miss it.

But yeah I'd have loved to have seen more of this. There's some stuff in Midnight Sun that hints at the stuff the Cullens get up to, but it's more like, Emmett and Jasper's complicated chess game with multiple boards, or Alice and Rosalie designing clothes on the computer. I don't think SM really thought about 'what would a vampire doctor who wants to be as human as possible be researching in his spare time?' and so we missed out on some of this stuff.

#asks

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lovemyromance · 24 days

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Oh, it makes you sick to read Azriel's thoughts in the bonus chapter? It makes you sad to think he's just a fuckboi who is lusting after Elain?

Okay. Keep that energy if you ever receive a Gwynriel or Azris book. 800 pages of pure PG romance, no lust, barely even premarital hand holding.

The extent of Azriel's thoughts toward his love interest would be "Wow. <insert redhead of choice>, looks great today."

None of that "touch her taste her mine mine mine" internal Az monologue y'all tend to use in those Gwynriel mate fics (ya that's right I know what y'all do)

All those HCs y'all had of "ribbon play" (pls for the love of god do not explain this to me I don't want to know), kinky Gwyn being a freak in the sheets (yk bc she has hinted at that so much in ACOSF..), shadows tying them up to help them bang.... nah, all that is gone.

We don't want the fandom to think Azriel is only lusting after his LI! Lust means bad so don't worry you guys. No lust = problem solved.

Please enjoy your 800 pages of friendship bracelets and underwhelming touches in PG Romantasy ACOTAR 5/6, should SJM decide she is now writing YA.

Maybe when you fly through that insanely boring read, you'll have time to wonder why you needed to cheapen the interaction between two characters in a romantasy novel. Why as women, you felt the need to claim this fictional man is only using another woman for sex, rather than entertain the possibility that maybe he actually has feelings for her. All just to make your crackship float

#elriel #azriel #elain archeron #pro elain #elain x azriel #acotar #elain #antigwynriel

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thesupremeuziplushy · 1 year

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Would you do Uzi with a short drone reader that often makes high end quality of life improvements in the bunker.

Uzi x Short!WD!Reader that improves the bunker!

Wow, someone that's actually competent and doesn't just hide in fear the whole time?! Impossible!

Those were Uzi's first thoughts when she saw you install some quality-of-life improvements to the bunker.

You'd either install security measures or ways to improve the bunker in nice and convenient ways

...some of them were added to support smaller-than-average worker drones which Uzi appreciated a lot, considering how small she is-

You'd also pick fights with anyone who dared to comment on your height.

Uzi admired that a lot about you! But was she gonna talk to you?

Pff-

The more she stared at you from the distance the more intense her feelings got until at one point she couldn't take it anymore and wanted to find an excuse to talk to you without seeming too desperate

Lucky for her an opportunity showed itself when you struggled to put some cables up because you couldn't reach the place where you wanted to put them.

She knows how sensitive you are about your height but it's still worth a try, right?

"Hey, uhm..." She felt like she was being choked by the words caught in her throat. "I see that you're struggling."

"Ugh, what do you want-" You turn around, expecting the same adults from before to lecture you about your "dangerous work" until you saw that it was just Uzi. Someone you admired too for her work and intelligence even though she was a tad bit insane. "Oh, it's you, Uzi. Need something?"

"I think that it's you that needs something." She smiles, seemingly caught off guard by the fact that you know her name but pleasantly surprised. "I could, uh... Help you up?"

"..." You awkwardly glance at each other. Uzi's smile vanished ever so slowly as she started overthinking her words once again. Did she trigger you? Said something wrong? Maybe even hurt you?!

"Sure." You say casually as if those few seconds have never happened. Or maybe only Uzi felt the intense suffocating atmosphere as she's the one that's stressed, not you.

This marks the day when you two build things around the bunker together, spending lots of time together

And while Uzi build more offensive things such as weapons you still appreciated having her around.

In fact, you couldn't be without her

Working alone on your projects wasn't the same anymore after you met her properly. Now whenever she's not present it's like something important is missing.

Laughing and goofing around while working, trying to solve problems together, or the way her hands would trace over your wounds whenever you'd accidentally hurt yourself-

You fell deep.

And it's not like Uzi got it any easier! She's been more nervous about what you think than ever!

Working together also meant you two would rest together after work.

Countless hours spent talking about nothing and everything, about everything you loved and hated, maybe gossiping about the few adults that were there

And on one faithful night, Uzi decided to gather all the courage she got to confess her feelings to you

You see a little cat-bot waddle towards you, its movement extremely robotic. It held a note between its teeth and only dropped it for you after it stood right next to you. Picking up the note, you immediately recognized Uzi's handwriting.

Wanna date? Would you like to be my partner Wanna got out at some point?

You smile, spotting the black beanie out of the tiniest crack in your bedroom door.

"Of course, Uzi!"

#md #murder drones #murder drones x reader #md x reader #uzi doorman #uzi doorman x reader #uzi x reader

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red1culous · 1 year

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No Good Deed

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Stepping away from the table she walks passed the bend into a quieter corner of the space. “You have a set of balls on you calling this number” she half whispers into her phone.

You chuckle a little before you’re overcome with a coughing fit. You clutch at your side. The one where the fabric feels damp. Probably shouldn’t have used super glue on that stab wound but it was what you had at the time. Call it an emergency. Desperate times, desperate measures or whatever.

“L/N…you OK?” her voice comes through your earpiece. She sounds concerned. For some reason it lifts your spirit a little.

“I’m fine” you answer through a wheeze. “Just a little wiped out y’know. I ain’t no spring chicken no more.”

“Just turn yourself in and I can help you” she huffs. You hear her shut a door and the sound of papers rustling.

“Can’t do that.” You mute your phone to let out another string of coughs. This one hurts more than the previous ones. It brings up phlegm which you spit onto a paper towel noting some blood in it. Finally able to catch your breath you feel hot and drained of energy.

You unmute your microphone. Natasha is still speaking. Something about tracing the call and not being able to hide from Shield.

“…are you still there?” she says after a long pause.

“Mmhmm” you smile as you pull down the only bottle on the shelf with any liquid in it. “Since when did you start drinking cognac?” you say plonking three ice cubes into a mug.

“Y/N…” she warns.

Pouring the golden liquid down your throat you feel a little better. You’re surprised that it actually tastes palatable.

You can hear her tapping on a keyboard and some beeps come through the phone. “Are you…at my place?” she asks.

You turn smiling to where you know she’s set up the security camera. Giving it a wave and a bow. “Missed me?”

“Of course you’d turn up there” she says more to herself.

“Wish I could see you too. I bet you’re a sight for sore eyes” you say winking at the camera.

“Are you bleeding? Is that blood?” her voice sounds tense.

“Aww” you coo leaning against the table. “Is that concern I hear in your voice, Romanoff?”

She rolls her eyes. Not that you can see it. “You’d better not get any of that on my rug” she scolds.

You laugh and pout at the camera. “…umm, about that.”

She groans on the line. “Just stay where you are, I’m coming over.”

“Listen,” you walk closer to the camera and stare into it. Nat stares into the monitor as your face takes up the entire screen. She notes the bags under your eyes and the various cuts and scratches that litter your face. “You know I’ll be gone long before you even get close.”

“You’re wanted for murder, L/N. Do you expect me to just sit here while you drink my alcohol and trash my place?” For once Nat feels helpless. She pinches the bridge of her nose and sighs to herself.

“Excuse me?” you say offended. “First of all, your place isn’t exactly the Ritz to begin with and I was expecting you to help me?”

“What makes you think I’d want to help you?” she says leaning back into her chair. She watches you down the last of her cognac and wishes she had a drink herself.

“Because deep down you know I didn’t do it, Romanoff.” You smirk into the camera.

She laughs into her mouthpiece. “Wow.”

“What’s so funny?” you ask moving away from the camera to gingerly sit down on the sofa still in full view of her. You were trying to put on a brave face but in truth your side was starting to burn. A lot.

“Not only are you brazen and foolish, but also presumptuous” she answers.

“I know you’ve rigged this place up not only with explosives but also to lock down as tight as a nun at Daytona Beach on Spring Break. And if you didn’t believe I was innocent, you could’ve chosen either one of those options and poof, problem solved. The fact that you haven’t makes me think that either you like me, or you know I didn’t kill those men.”

The line goes silent for a few minutes. You’ve played all your cards and you wait patiently for her move. A fat bead of sweat rolls from your forehead down to your neck and passes under your shirt.

Finally after what felt like forever she breaks the silence.

“What do you want?”

#natasha x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x fem!reader #black widow x reader #redfic #No Good Deed

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