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dekusleftsock · 2 years

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Okay look, let’s legit talk about krbk and izuocha/tododeku for a sec here. If you follow/have read my shit before, I’m a big bkdk and togachako shopper. If you have a problem with that, just click off it’s not that hard. Expect bkdk and togachako opinions in this post. Now without further ado, let’s talk about the relationships in these three ships.

Now, honest to god, the least toxic community out of those three is tododeku and that’s probably bc it just isn’t as big as the other two. But what I WILL say is that you guys mischaracterize Katsuki, todoroki, and Izuku the most out of all three.

It’s the one ship that I legit can’t tolerate, no actual logical reason, I just find it annoying for no reason lol. But my personal feelings, don’t really matter here! We’re talking about the actual relationship stuff.

So, what makes this ship interesting? Well I’ve got to say that it’s the fact that todoroki is the first person to teach Izuku how to save someone who does not want to be saved. He was the first person who he had to make them save THEMSELF and WANT TO BE SAVED, and that’s a major part of Izukus development. It makes him start to question the villains of society, are they really all bad? Is it possible to save them? He also had a subconscious bias as he was once apart of the “can nots” of society. Quirkless, disabled, or useless quirked people kind of fit here. Same with villainous quirks. With all of this in mind, it made him look at shigaraki and legitimately think about how to save him. Todoroki taught him that part of hero work is also saving people psychologically.

Todoroki learned a lot from deku in how to accept himself as he is. “It’s your quirk not his!” Was something that stuck with him and continued to do so after the sports festival. He was also todoroki’s first actual friend. And btw, no matter how much y’all wanna say it, todoroki is NOT in the deku squad! Todoroki is friends with Katsuki and Izuku mainly, they are their OWN friend group outside of bkg or deku squads, remember that. Part of todoroki’s development as a character was being friends with BOTH of them, so I’m sorry, but if you hate Katsuki, todoroki does not like you. Just as deku doesn’t. Katsuki is a man with a burning temper and explosive personality, but he is also a positive burning sun in both of their lives.

Tododeku together is amazing, all about making each other be better in silent but nice ways. They’re also socially awkward buddies >:) But what he is not is a replacement for Katsuki. He is not mean, never is never will be. Nor is he jealous and vindictive towards Katsuki. You could probably say that he sees him as a one sided best friendship along with him and deku. (Those titles are actually reserved for uraraka and kirishima but whatever, not the point. Let todoroki live) But it’s also not canon so we’ll just make that a funny hc that’s kinda implied lol.

And I’ll finish this little analysis of them off with, I do not care about who you like shipping with Izuku, but if you actively make Katsuki or todoroki vindictive towards the other PLEASE GOD ADD THE TAG ON AO3 “OOC TODOROKI SHOTO” BC IM TIRED OF READING IT- This whole analysis has been to say, that you can not make todoroki a replacement for Katsuki. You just can’t. And that goes for any Katsuki ship or Izuku ship, they can’t live without the other. So please god stop mis characterizing them. It’s getting REALLY OLD really fast.

Now let’s move onto kiribaku. I’m saving izuocha for last bc they’re the least controversial and I won’t have to do as much work to write them out lmao. Anywho, kiribaku! I actually enjoy this ship sometimes, it’s not my favorite, but it’s still pretty good in my book.

I think the ship is cute and important for katsukis development, as him, kaminari, sero, jirou, and even todoroki call him out on his bs. They were the first friends he really had that weren’t afraid to say “you’re an asshole” to his face even if he yelled at them. They simply didn’t care. Hell, on the second day Katsuki met kaminari, he literally fucking called his personality flaming hot garbage, and jirou even teased him. The class just didn’t tolerate his bullshit. Even deku was like “what the fuck is happening IM the one who gets teased, not him” because unlike before, Katsuki was in the hero course at UA.

He didn’t HAVE the enablers from his teachers or his classmates like he did before. Aizawa didn’t take his shit just like kirishima didn’t take his shit. And this where their relationship truly starts.

Kirishima is exactly what Katsuki needs, someone who can take his quirk, calm his temper, and will call out his bullshit. He’s both a good friend and not an enabler, exactly what he needs. He’s also got a powerful quirk, something that Katsuki at this stage has to see so that he can make the close relationships he needs. He’s pretty much deku in his mind except without the same history and a powerful quirk. Dynamic wise at least.

But just like tododeku, it’s what he NEEDS at that moment. But, unlike tododeku, kiribaku as a relationship itself is enabling Katsukis quirk discrimination. You could even argue that their relationship itself is based in the fact that Katsuki projects deku onto kirishima.

Their friendship and relationship is amazing, but if Katsuki didn’t put some distance between them, it simply wouldn’t show his true development. Kirishima was a walking example of the early part of their first year and middle school life, Katsuki and kirishimas relationship is inherently built on Katsukis flaming hot garbage takes. I legit believe that kiribaku would be MORE toxic than bkdk because of how kirishima indirectly enables Katsukis behavior.

The reason why y’all have been so starved for content unless it’s a movie or an ova is bc horikoshi KNOWS this and so does Katsuki. He KNOWS his friendship was built on seeing kirishima as an enabler for his actions. Katsuki needs to focus on healing his relationship with Izuku more than hanging around kirishima. But y’all aren’t ready for that-

Okay, controversial opinions over, it’s izuocha time.

Izuocha is actually great. I love the ship! She’s exactly what Izuku needs, someone with unquestionable, undoubtable, support and love for Izuku. From day one she believed in him. He doesn’t NEED to prove anything to show that he is worth love and appreciation. Uraraka is the support that deku would have needed in middle school or before that would push him to become a hero REGARDLESS of a quirk.

Izuocha is key to Izukus journey into becoming a hero, so lets just put aside ofa for a moment to talk about it. Lets say Izuku never ran into AM and instead had uraraka as a flame of support at aldera, maybe even before junior high. Because what Izuku would have needed to become a quirkless hero would have been three things: money/gear, training from the right person, and undoubtable love and support. He had none of those things though. Inko never believed in him, his only friend bullied him due to misunderstandings, and all might rejected the very idea of it happening. Three of the most important people in Izukus life DOUBTED HIM, completely and utterly. Even iida thought he wasn’t taking it seriously and that he would never get in. All of the other challengers thought that he was just gonna be useless competition. Unlike everyone else in his life, Izuku never had to earn love and support from uraraka.

And it’s funny how he still ending up having the same things that made him a hero AFTER getting into UA. He HAD the gear (a quirk), he HAD the training (all might), and he HAD the constant support and love from uraraka that he never had to earn. She TAUGHT HIM that he was worth something no matter what. He never had to fight a villain to prove he was something for all might, or sift through years of Katsukis issues just to earn that friendship again, or show that he had the intelligence and support to inko. He was simply allowed to exist as he was to uraraka.

And this support is not just for Izuku either, because he taught her to think about the heroes, who saves the heroes when they’re the ones in danger? Just like how todoroki taught deku how to save someone psychologically, deku did the same for her. He is a key part of her hero journey. He taught her the things she needed to know, they were entirely about lifting each other up. Away from their worries, just them being able to believe in themselves and each other.

But, that’s the early stuff. This information is.. a little out of date, don’t you think? I mean, we had ALL this tension build up from toga vs ochako 1, all about Izuku and ochako (kinda), all of this tension lead to Ochakos speech and then.. nothing. 342 frankly, should have been the confession, because all of the tension that horikoshi had been building was there and then he just let it go. For seemingly no reason. Story wise at least. Or you could make the argument that it was also building tension, okay then, what about 348? THAT chapter should have been about revealing feelings yet it wasn’t. That’s why this information, with how romantic it sounded when I described it, feels so untrue now. And I feel like izuochas also see it, they feel it and know it deep down, yet a lot of them choose to be ignorant and continue to not update their information.

That’s my problem with this ship. They were cute at first, something I wouldn’t totally reject seeing. Hell, I even looked at fandom content of them, but now it just feels like nothing. It isn’t going anywhere, because guys, their development is done! They need to be with their character foils, bkdk, shigaraki and deku, and togachako. They NEED to do the development with THESE characters. They aren’t gonna be canon, because if they were, shigafo’s fight would be about ochako and Izuku, not Katsuki.

And that’s what all three of these need to understand. I know y’all have been starved for content of them, I get that, but the reason you have been is because of the narrative with them simply being done. The development is over. This is how stories work. Take for example, peridot, from Steven universe. Her character arc was done, and I remember seeing su fans getting upset at the lack of peridot content. But she was done. Her arc was over. The same goes for here.

Get over yourselves, please. These characters are not as important to each other as much as you think they are.

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flightlessangelwings · 7 months

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While we’re in Latino Heritage Month, let’s stop assuming your reader doesn’t know/speak Spanish in your reader insert fics. Especially if you’re writing for Pedro’s, Oscar’s or other Latino characters please.

EDIT: After some criticism of how this was originally phrased, let me change it into a question/request instead- Can we as writers please try to be more inclusive with our reader insert fics so poc and others can feel represented and see themselves too? Including taking out a quick throwaway line about reader not understanding Spanish. (Keeping the original phrasing above so anyone who missed the post to begin with can still see how I originally phrased it)

If you have a throwaway line of “he said in Spanish that you didn’t understand” or something similar, just take it out. Have something like “you didn’t hear” instead and let the reader interpret how they want. Or use italics to indicate Spanish. Or have the translation right there without mention of anyone translating for them. Simple. Or if you don’t want to/feel you cannot change it, then please have something in with your warnings so Latinos/poc can skip it if they choose.

And let me tell you why this is so frustrating (even for me as someone who is not a fluent speaker). It’s because Latinos look to these characters and actors for representation. We see ourselves in them. And when you clearly do not have a Latino person in mind when writing, you’re saying we don’t belong here. In a space where we should feel welcomed and celebrated. Representation matters. Inclusivity matters. Please try to be more inclusive with reader fics so we can all enjoy and immerse ourselves in your writing.

ALSO EDITING TO ADD MORE FROM A REBLOG SO EVERYONE CAN SEE MY CLARIFICATION: (under a cut for length)

This is nothing new, poc have been asking for years now to be inclusive in fics and yet it’s still a battle. We’re not asking for a lot, and certainly not asking anyone to change their style or creativity or anything like that. Literally simple edits: take out the word “blush” don’t mention hair, don’t mention not understanding Spanish, not making reader blood related to a white character, etc. Literally tiny things that would not change the story at all but make a world of difference.

Here’s an example too: a few years ago it was not common for writers to label the gender of their reader as it was usually assumed the reader would be a woman. But, people advocated to label readers as f/m/gn/whatever to be more inclusive and asked writers to strive for gender neutral readers when possible so that more readers felt seen and welcome. Now it’s a common thing to do. Why is making the readers race ambiguous any different?

Yes sometimes posts like this come across harsh, but know that they’re not meant to be. Poc aren’t trying to demand anything, we just ask to broaden your langauge when writing reader insert so more can see themselves in your work. It’s incredibly frustrating to ask for inclusivity and be met with hostility and rudeness in return and a refusal to think about poc so yes sometimes the wording gets harsh out of that frustration. But I encourage y’all to focus on the message more and maybe think about why poc in fandom get snippy like this. We do need to have an open conversation, yes. Just look in the comments at the Latinos and poc who are upset by the exclusion and feel hurt by it. How you you white fans feel if roles were reversed and none of the fics included you? Not fun, right?

And to those who say write it yourself: I do. I’ve been a x reader writer for years now and I do strive for inclusivity in my work. But I’m only one person and this is bigger than any one person. This isn’t about what I personally find acceptable or what I personally what. It should be a collective effort among writers as a whole to strive to include as many as possible in their works and not white code your readers. It’s not about demanding writers write it a certain way, it’s about asking writers to consider others who don’t look like them who also want the immersion and the escape that your fic brings.

#inclusivity #pedro pascal #oscar isaac #pedro pascal fandom #oscar isaac fandom #joel miller x reader #miguel o’hara x reader #frankie morales x reader #santiago garcia x reader #javier peña x reader #marc spector x reader #steven grant x reader #jake lockely x reader #javi gutierrez x reader #marcus moreno x reader #marcus pike x reader #pero tovar x reader

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oysterdelite · 2 months

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introduction !!

MINORS DNI

Hello everyone! I’m making this blog cause oh man what is a 20 year old with a weird interest in breeding other t-boys to do but get on tumblr and find a community lol

Anyway hi I’m Oyster (or delite or del or my real name which I’m only willing to share if we become buds!) I’m a Service/Soft Dom & Stone Top, I’m pre-T, transmasc, and use He/They pronouns (He preferred!)

I like puppy boys and kitty boys and enjoy being called Sir most! I will be posting probably mostly about pounding my boyfriend most because I’m deranged.

(Yes I chose this blog name because something something eating clam lol)

I’m autistic, chunky, and Latino so plz no ableism, fatphobia, or racism, you will be blocked!

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I’m 5 feet tall which I think is always very funny to people who can’t comprehend a short autistic trans guy who only tops lol

More below the cut about kinks, limits, dni, and more info about me!

My posts are not consent to send me unsolicited photos- please ask FIRST!

Given that this is my page, I am allowed at any time to stop interacting with you for any reason. If I am uncomfortable or just not in the mood to talk- I may not answer. Please do not take offense to this. I am still a regular human behind the screen.

I am fine being friends with y’all but I do have a partner so any “flirting” is pretty much platonic and does not mean we are dating, talking stage, a “situationship,” etc. If you would like to get to know me more please feel free to reach out but just because you jack off to my text posts does NOT mean you deserve to have access to any personal or private information about me and is not consent to pressure me into sharing more than I’m comfortable with.

Kinks!

(Highlighted are my faves!)

Breeding

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Monster Fucking

Knotting

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Hair pulling

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Light cnc/Dubcon (agreed upon before hand and given signals when it’s ok)

Edging

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Somno

Intox

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& more I can’t remember rn

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Feel free to keep interacting with my blog if you enjoy these, they’re just not for me!

Any body fluids other than cum or spit (blood, pee, fecal matter, vomit, etc)

Impact play

Bondage (really depends on the situation! Intense bondage is a little too much for where I am now!)

Forced masc

Proper rape play (light cnc is fun but I will not enact scenes involving grabbing someone off a street or forcing myself on them if they’re thrashing about or fighting back)

Daddy kink (I prefer Sir! This may change from day to day depending on how I’m feeling but in general I usually won’t respond to that)

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PLEASE DO NOT REBLOG OR COMMENT ON MY CONTENT IF YOU ENGAGE WITH THESE TOPICS

Race play

Ageplay

Ddlg or anything similar

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Anything weight related (feeder/feedee etc)

Incest or fauxcest

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Racists, Transphobes, Ableists, Fatphobes, Conservatives, Zionists (Free Palestine!), etc

Anyone under 18!!

MAPS, pedos, Zoos, etc

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Anyone who thinks they can “fix” my stone top identity. No I don’t bottom, no I don’t like receiving please don’t try to change that I will block you!

Get to know me better!

I have an elderly dog and I work as a math tutor for my college. I’m currently studying graphic design but I was previously a biology major. I like to draw in my spare time, I’m a huge fan of post punk and new wave music. Every time I go to karaoke, Creep by Radiohead is the first song I choose (yes I’m cringe). I love D&D and nerdy shit and spend most of my time at my local game club! I’m autistic, adhd, and probably have POTS and hypermobility so some days or weeks are harder on my body than others! My favorite color is pink and I love spy movies and comedy sitcoms about terrible people.

I have a real life outside of tumblr, please do not be offended if it takes me a little while to get back to you!

I think that’s about it! Come have fun with me! Feel free to send in asks to me anytime, but I am getting busy so I ask that you be patient!

Love,

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dulcewrites · 11 months

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Fool Me Once (part 10)

Summary: As tensions arise in King’s Landing, you make moves to assure the safety of your children. Final breaths are taken, pacts are made and broken, steel is drawn and the dragons dance.

Warning: mentions of stillbirths/pregnancy issues, allusions to self harm, some unreliable narrator if you squint. In our f&b bag fr!

A/N: you guys 🥺 we are finally on the last part. First, I want to say I am sooooo sorry about how long it took to get this one out. By the time I’m posting this I’m sort of like, do people even still care lmao 💀. Life has been hectic and tbh I’ve been putting some focus onto other things. Shameless plug to my other, more happy Aemond x oc series, on ao3. As well as I’ve gotten so much amazing feedback and interactions about this fic that I was slightly worried about how people would take the end. Speaking of feedback, and moving on to the more sappy stuff. My writing side blog has grown exuberantly since posting part 1 of fmo last year. It genuinely makes me emotional thinking about the little community that’s come from it. I hope to continue to make more stuff that I’m not only happy with, but further pushes said community ❤️❤️ if y’all have any hotd request let me know. Please reblog, like, and comment. As well as come chat in my inbox if you see something you like.

Slight housekeeping, though if you made it this far you probably already know. This fic does change the dance for self indulgent reasons (lol) and for the narrative of it all. This started as a cheating story and has sort of spun into something entirely else.

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Ninth moon of 129 AC

Rhaenyra’s voice could be heard from down the hall.

You wanted to reassure yourself that you had heard those screams before from Helaena, or even from yourself giving birth. But there was something so terribly guttural about the ones Rhaenyra was making.

As if outcome of the birth hung in the air. Lingering with the ghost of the past death that happened in the Red Keep. You try not to focus on the sheer look of panic on Jace’s face once you leave him at the door.

By the time you got to her chambers, Rhaenyra is already surrounded by midwives as she is hunched over, palms spread out against the wall. Midwives, and Alicent, whose face was terribly pale. Almost as drained of color as Rhaenyra. Her normally straight blonde hair wavy and stuck to her forehead with the sheen of her own sweat.

Alicent spots you, and gets away from her position from around her. She pulls you over to the side, but before she can even speak you interrupt her. The midwives begin to move Rhaenyra from her standing position to on the bed.

“Has this happened before,” you watch as Rhaenyra pleas lessen and lessen, her state becoming more sedated than what is probably normal.

Alicent shakes her head. Her auburn curls had been released for the night from the tight updo they were in earlier.

“No, at least not the first three,” she swallows hard before coming closer to you. “I fear - I fear this labor may go awry. I think we need to make preparations for if…”

The words catch in the back of Alicent’s throat. She is here with Rhaenyra; she has always been with Rhaenyra. Even when they were at odds; two ghosts haunting each other’s memories. Two sides of the same coin, causalities of the cruel fate. You want to feel sorry her; knowing that she is watching a close… companion go through this, but your mind has been elsewhere since earlier that day.

“Your son has made preparations,” you cross your arms. “All of them actually.”

Alicent brows furrow in confusion, and it dawns on you that Aemond and Aegon never clued their mother in on their little plan.

“You do not know, do you?”

“No, I do not know what your husband has been getting into. I rarely do these days.”

You and her both.

Rhaenyra lets out another groan.

“Where is Daemon,” you ask as Rhaenyra begins to mumble things incoherently to the midwives.

“He took one look at her, and left the room,” Alicent frowns. “She called for him but he went to get Jacaerys instead.”

And Jace came for you on the behest of Alicent. Tis the way of men you suppose. Often, they are absolute nuisance in situations like this, but you could not help but think that mayhaps if Daemon had stayed to seen her in this state, he would not put her through such things again. But that is giving him far more credit than you know he deserves.

“Alicent,” Rhaenyra manages to mumble out the name louder. Her eyes fluttering open and shut.

Alicent instantly rushes over, dropping the conservation she has started with you.

As you watch Alicent coax Rhaenyra through this, her words ring out. Though she did not elaborate on what those plans should be, she was right. Aemond had taken the reigns from your hands plenty times before. Safety will not be completely ensured until any threat is taken out. You have never been to battle nor war, and even you know that. A slightly morbid thought creeps into your head.

If Rhaenyra dies, Aegon could descend the throne.

It was laughable for Rhaenyra, or anyone who supports her claim, to believe known bastards would follow her in the line of succession. Or that Daemon would not bypass Rhaenyra’s first three boy in order to ensure power for her last two. It would mean an all-out war between Aegon and Daemon… but maybe it did not have to go that far. Not if plans were made to undercut whatever moves you know Daemon could put into place.

They are all back in King’s Landing, no longer under the false tranquility they tried to spin at Dragonstone. Amongst their patrons who already have much to say about Rhaenyra’s still short reign.

Aegon on the throne would ensure the safety of all of the kids. And not only the kids, but the kingdom as a whole. A war of succession, especially including dragons, would only bring destruction. Rhaenyra’s boys would have a chance to swear obeisance after Daemon is out of the way, and if not, their presence will not be needed. Bastard blood being spilt is nothing compared to the life your children.

They could go back to Dragonstone and live their lives out there with young Egg and Viserys. With the possibility of Daemon for a father, they would be better off for it.

Your thoughts are broken by the midwives telling Rhaenyra to try and push.

There was already a significant amounts of blood trailing where Rhaenyra had been. Her pushes do little to soothe the position she is in. In frustration and pain, eventually Rhaenyra, much to the chagrin of the midwives and Alicent, shoos them all away. Reaching down to pull the babe out herself.

Letting out an already grief-stricken scream as she does it.

The air is sucked from the room as a gush of blood rushes out of Rhaenyra, followed by a tiny body.

A tiny… silent body. Wrapped in scales and slightly deformed.

No one speaks as they watch Rhaenyra pick up the baby from between her legs and rocks it as if trying to lure it into crying, into breathing. But nothing comes. Just silence, and the aches of a daughter stuck in the self-fulfilling prophecy of a mother that is no longer around.

It is not proper nor lady-like, and you can hear your own mother’s voice in the back of your telling you how rude it is in a time like this, but you just turn and leave. Without a word or peep. Suddenly feeling sick you go back down the hall, back to your chambers. Ignoring Jace who calls your name out in confusion by the sudden silence coming from his mother’s room.

By the time you make it back to the room, Aemond had gotten himself ready for bed. Completely casual as if the events earlier meant nothing to him.

“What’s happened,” he notices your ashen face.

You take one look at your husband, you think of your children away in a place foreign to them, and the stillborn baby Rhaenyra clutched in her arms.

The bile comes up quick. So quick you barely make I to the basin on the other side of the room. The dry heaving reminds you that you barely ate anything today, too worried about the task at hand.

You flinch when you feel a cold hand on your back. Shrugging Aemond’s hand off, you turn head with a glare.

“You made your move,” you mutter. “I’ll give you that. But now we are going to this my way. And Aemond, so help me, a single hair on those kid’s heads is harmed and I am not with them, I burn it all to the ground, you with it.”

You don’t know how and when, but you would do it for them if it came to that. You’d do anything for their safety. It may be time for others to realize that.

— — —

Princess Visenya Targaryen is set on the pyre a day and a half later. A small swaddled body lit on fire once Rhaenyra croaked out the words. Syrax blowing a mighty flame to burn Rhaenyra’s only little girl.

She was advised to stay in bed. Though her outward physical ailments had started to heal, it was clear Queen Rhaenyra was sick. Pale skin still prickling with sweat despite the cool air outside, dark bags starting to form under her eyes as she leans gently against the cane she was given.

You stand next to Aemond, Helaena, and Aegon. The only warm you feel from the fire in front on you.

It was slightly shocking when Helaena came up to you before the funeral with guilt written over her soft features.

“I just had… a funny feeling about the kids being here. I’m sorry.”

She knew.

You were not happy about once again feeling like you’re on the outside looking in with people you are supposed to call family. At least Helaena had the decency to feel ashamed by the omission. The decency to apologize. Guilt and Aemond is laughable being in the same sentence, and Aegon had been avoiding you. A thing that has not happened in months. Helaena was always right about these things; the scary part is that you all never really knew till the outcome already happened.

You run your hand over your black mourning dress. Peering out from under your veil, you make eye contact with Daemon across the fire.

Normally mirth filled eyes, and folly written all over his face had been replaced by an emptiness that scared you. Often, you had felt the unearned confidence and ambition around you was just noblemen living up to an expectation put on by others around them. But a Daemon, already known for his rogue behavior, feeling emboldened by the death of his brother, daughter, and the newly weakened state of his wife, made you nervous.

Only compounded when you think about the conversation shared at Dragonstone. Your loyalty was not expected, but even demanded. You can’t help but wonder if the kids not being around has only put a fiercer target on your back, or even on theirs.

You look over at Aegon - messy hair, bored expression, purple circles under his eyes. But he is no worse for wear compared to Rhaenyra.

If it one thing you have learned since being around this family, it is appearances often make up for everything. Slap a smile and nice outfit on, and people tend to believe what they see versus what is underneath the surface.

The funeral ends, and you make a sharp beeline towards Otto.

“I need to run something past you.”

You rake your knuckles against Aegon’s door, and get reply in return. You do it again, this time with more vigor, slightly embarrassed at Ser Arryk just watching you pound away.

“He is in there,” you question, turning to him.

“The last time I checked, he was my lady.”

The last time he checked?

You supposed not ever sworn protector can be as diligent as Quinton, and not every subject can be well behaved.

“Aegon,” you knock once more.

Blowing out frustrated air through your mouth, you turn to go but the door eventually swings open.

His hair is crumpled on one side, shirt unbuttoned, and reeking of wine. It had not hit you that he may be with someone.

“If you are… predisposed, I apologize. I can come back”

A dopey grin breaks out of face, before he hitched the door open wider. “No one is with me. Oh, dovelet were you worried about that?”

You look over to see Arryk raise a brow at you. You push at Aegon, further annoyed. “Go.” Forcing him back into his chambers.

“Everyone is so touchy today.”

You were there, before the funeral, when Alicent fussed at him about going to it. About trying to look engaged, which he clearly did not. You think about the conversation you had with Otto in his office.

“He is not going to like it. He has long come to terms with not wanting to be king.”

“But his wants are of no concern to you now, are they?”

When put that way, you can’t help but feel a bit bad. But it is true. What Aegon wants right now means little to you. He will eventually learn to like it, and if not like it, he will learn to tolerate it. The way others have to tolerate their fate in life. We are all stuck in the same miserable cycle; the only difference is some of us will not be able to call ourselves King of the Seven Kingdoms.

“We need to talk about some things.”

“Black is one your colors,” he changes the subject. “You should wear it more often.”

“Aegon, I’m serious,” you pinch your nose.

“Is this about the kids? I thought you would be happy they are out of harm’s way.”

“They are not out of harm’s way,” your voice raises, and this is not going the way it was supposed to.

You must push him with a gently hand. A woman’s touch.

There was a something slimy about how Otto ended the conversation. Sending you to Aegon to enact a woman’s touch… whatever that meant.

“But they could be,” you lower your voice. “If - If there was someone else at the helm. None of us would have to worry about their safety. About our safety.”

Aegon give you a funny look before flopping down on his bed.

He is drunk so he may not remember any of this by next morning. You sit next to him on the bed.

“There is no running from this. Despite what you may say, you know you would not be able to live with yourself if you left your family, your kids. Aegon, you are too smart not to know what this is all coming to.”

Though not something you voiced yourself, running was an option that crossed your mind. Finding a way out to Oldtown, grabbing your kids, and running. The logistics seemed all to wash away when the word dragon comes along. Traveling with two young kids would be difficult enough, managing to travel discretely with a giant dragon would not work. You don’t know how you would tell Daella to leave Vermithor.

And then a chill would run up your spine. Where could you go where he would not find you on dragon back?

The two of you sit in silence before Aegon sighs softly.

“Share a drink with me,” Aegon whispers. “Before we all die.”

It makes you laugh. Because that is all you can do at the folly that is your life. You nod softly.

The wine is a Dornish Red. Sweet, warm, and sultry tasting drink. It reminds you of the look Aegon is giving you.

Alicent peaks her head into the door.

“Rhaenyra,” she sees baby Aegon and Viserys sitting on their mother’s bed. Both babbling away over each other. Rhaenyra weakly waves her in. Both Egg and Viserys give Alicent tiny little bows. They do it to everyone, even those who technically do not have the same amount of power toddlers do. Bowing at guards, nursemaids, and court members alike.

The boys are eventually escorted out by one of the maids, but not until they both tell Alicent about the flock of lizards they found in the garden. It’s sweet, Alicent thinks. Reminds her of when her kids were that age. Not yet tainted or disrupted by the life around them. Alicent supposes she also has herself to blame for that when it comes to own children.

Both boys not understanding the position their mother is in. She knows that Rhaenyra is grateful at least two of her kids are not aware of her vulnerable state.

“How are you feeling,” Alicent sits at the edge of the bed next to her, taking in scattering of notes around Rhaenyra. Members of Rhaenyra’s small council have written notes for Rhaenyra to read while she is abed. From things as simple as the mouse problem in the Red Keep to things more serious. Like the Shepherd’s continued teachings; this week sermon’s going as far to say the death of the Visenya was an act of the Gods. That this is Rhaenyra’s punishment. Punishment for the dragon, the incest, the Targaryen of it all.

Alicent makes sure to only visit Rhaenyra when she knows she will not run into Daemon. He flaunted around the castle as if he has never left. Still the same air of arrogance and fire, only now swathed under a layer of coolness. The passing of Viserys, clearly leading him in a quieter path.

So many awful things lead back to that man. Alicent is sure of it.

All Rhaenyra can do is give a small smile and the shake of the head.

“A bit better now that you’re here.”

Alicent just ducks her head shyly.

Rhaenyra was always good at that, making Alicent feel like she was a girl again. Ten and four and completely out of her depth when it came to her feelings. An issue she worries she still has not gained control over.

“I am thinking of naming Daemon protector of the realm,” she then croaks out. “I do not know how much I can get done while in this bed. Watching it all crumble beneath me.”

Naivety. It is the only word that comes Alicent’s mind when it comes to how Rhaenyra handles Daemon. Ironically, it is the same way Otto describes her relationship with Rhaenyra. Her father never forgets a chance the remind her the nostalgia of girlhood, and security she wraps in Rhaenyra. The same way Alicent does not know if Rhaenyra has convinced herself that Daemon’s will head her council above anyone’s else is her true feelings, is the same way Alicent does not know if she holds onto the good parts of Rhaenyra because they still exist. Or because without holding onto them, she would be again flailing and alone. Once again left with the cold, empty feelings that comes with duty above else.

The only person Alicent saw ever cut Daemon down to size is now dead, rotting and finally silent. If Rhaenyra thinks the bond, she had with Daemon is anything more than him trying to hold onto the last semblances of Viserys he could find, she has been sorely mistaken.

“Mayhaps, you should speak that over with the rest of your council,” she pushes the duvet further over Rhaenyra. It is not her job to advise. She doesn’t know if she has it in her advising another clueless monarch. Another seemingly well meaning, but headstrongly clueless monarch. Rhaenyra gets her same propriety from her father.

Rhaenyra is not a bad person. The same way many people would say Viserys was not a bad person. But when all things are said and done, Viserys will be remembered as peaceful. Alicent worries history will not give the same charitable read to Rhaenyra. Who fumbles and doubles down on her bad actions in the way she learned from her father. Terribly misguided in each path they take, paying no mind to the carnage left behind.

Too much trust in Daemon. A fault both will have to live with or die by.

“Everything will be fine, once I recover,” she takes note of Alicent’s distant eyes. “It will be alright.”

You look so much like your father when you lie to me. So much like him with false hope and no tact. They riot in the streets over your reign already, and you are sure it will be alright.

Alicent just squeezes Rhaenyra’s hand. The way she used to when she used to get the urge to pick at her hands. She looks around the room. Rhaenyra, now laying in the same bed her father did before her. Alicent just hopes the morbid memories of Viserys do not haunt her in the way Aemma’s ghost still haunts Alicent to this day.

Aemma was right, and they did not even know it at the time. The birthing bed was their battlefield. And it feels like it is all catching up to them.

It has been a few minutes since your parents welcomed you into their parents, and in those few minutes your mother has done nothing but pick at your hair and fret over your outfit.

The sun was at its height in the sky, brightness peaking through their windows. This morning you woke up, and did what have for the past couple of days. Remember your children are not there for you to kiss and hug, and look over at your sleeping husband. Multiple ways of smothering him popping into your head.

“Wearing your hair back makes you look so severe, my darling,” she fiddles with bun. Your hand goes up the move it way. “And grey is not slimming on everyone.”

“Yes mother,” you try to grin and bear like you have always done. Your resolve faltered when she gushed about how lovely of a father Aemond was for wanting the kids to spend more time with their uncle, the excuse the both of you had parroted whenever someone asked here Daella and Alaric were.

“I think it may be best, if both of you go back home,” you sit both of them down. “I just worry that things may get a bit hectic, and I would feel better if you both were far from it.”

They both give you a curious look. There is only so much you can say without giving all away. Your father gets up and pulls you to the side.

“There has been… rumblings,” he mutters. “About the Queen and her state.”

He chooses his words wisely. As if he was worried others are listening.

“I want you to know that whatever path may arrive. The full backing of the house is behind it. Your uncle and I will make sure of that. If there was a change in power.”

Tears pinch and sting your eyes. It should be reassuring but it only makes you realizing that backing comes at the whim of others. This will always come back to who is ruling, and who people think should rule.

That is why you married Aemond right? To be put in the best position for your house.

“Thank you, father.”

He kisses you on the cheek, before leaving. You turn towards your mother who sits on the bench in front of the bed.

“I do hope your little excursion has renewed your spirit,” she gets up. “Your husband seemed just beside himself after you left. No wife, no children around. I can only imagine how hard that was for him.” You just stand there as she comes towards you. She stares at you for a moment, taking in your new dark dress, and hair. You cannot tell if the look is unimpressed, or filled with sadness. Your mother’s faces tend to blur together into nothingness.

“Of course, that is what you took from it,” you mutter.

“What was that, lamb?” Another hand runs over your hair.

“Nothing, mother.”

Your mother laughs a bit, in that cold, jilted way she does. The joy never reaching her eyes.

“It’s always been that way. Sweet with him, distant with me.”

You stare at her in slight shock, slight mortification when she leans back. Is that how she’s read the situation? You choosing your father over her. Not the paralyzing fear that came with having to please her. The heart arching want to make her proud of you, even at the expense of your own wants.

“You made it that way. I - you sent me away to - to this place and -“

“Oh, here we go. You got married to a Prince, you had your babies, and I am still the evil mother.”

She bows her head as is she about to cry. Initiatively, you put a hand on her shoulder.

“You’re not evil,” you don’t understand how the conversation how switcher so fast. How now you have to the one to comfort her. “We just don’t see certain things the same way.”

An understatement.

“Mayhaps, I was never meant to be a mother,” she looks up, eyes dry. She says it so casually.

“What?”

“I should have taken the hint after the first miscarriage. But your father just begged and begged about wanting a child.”

You just watch in horror.

She runs another hand over your hair, nagging on the bun and frowns.

“Some women just aren’t meant to be mothers. Too headstrong for it, too weak for it,” there is an air of pity when she says it.

She leans in, and her breath hits your ears. “Be careful, my lamb. The softer the heart, the harder the fall.”

You swallow hard. She’s fed a poison that is hard to be weaned off.

— — —

Leaving the room, in a slight daze. Softly shuffling the opposite way of your chambers, and up the large stairs. You had promised Rhaenyra you would come see her soon.

The only thing that breaks you out the trance is the heavy footsteps of Daemon. You stop and lower your head in acknowledgment.

“My prince, I have not been able to catch you to give my condolence.”

Daemon hums. You’ve noticed how he walks around with Dark Sister attached firmly on his hip. Sometimes sheathed, other times unsheathed as he leans against as some sort of crutch.

“I suppose I should be sending you sorrows too,” a small smile on his face. You tilt your head in confusion.

“Your children.”

Your blood runs a bit cold.

“They are just with their uncle. Taking it the beauty of Oldtown. We want them to see many parts of the realm.”

“With Vermithor?”

You just nod. “You must know how important the bond is between dragon and dragon rider. More importantly during these early stages.”

Daemon’s mirth grows as he comes closer. “I do remember our conversation. About how your loyalty would be not only expected but rewarded. I would absolutely hate to see anyone get hurt, especially as our queen is recovering.”

You smile, brightly and sound.

“Of course, it would be quite a shame if anyone was putting their own needs ahead of Queen Rhaenyra’s. Those close to her must be diligent, and kind.”

The two of you exchange more fake smiles before he steps around you, sword glistening under the flicker of flames in the hallway.

Trying to compose yourself as you make your way to the master chambers. You are slightly relieved by the changes that were made by the time Rhaenyra arrived and settled in. The model Viserys spent even his last days speaking about that collected dust had been removed. Different drapes that let the sun in, the furniture moved around a bit, and the smell. Thank Gods, the smell was different.

The smell of rotting, and noxious air replaced by something a little sweeter. You know that Alicent would come in daily and light different incense for Rhaenyra.

The guards let you in, and she is still in the same place she, day after day, the large canopy bed. The bed you see Viserys lay in as you visit him with Daella and or Alaric.

“Rhaenyra,” you pull back the certain a bit, to let light in. “Have you eaten today?”

You walk over and lay a hand on her forehead. She is burning up. Her fever spiking again. All you get is a groan and the shake of the head.

“Rhaenyra, you need to eat something.”

She just gestures toward the table. Different tonics, drinks, and glasses on top of it. You walk over to see tea as well as a familiar milky substance on it.

You remembered seeing how Viserys was when he was on milk of the poppy. Hells, you understood the strength of it, and you only took it while having Daella and Alaric.

It was the beauty and ugliness of the drug once it was taken too much. The pain was gone, but then came a new problem - the grogginess of the mind and withdrawals.

“The Queen only needs five dops of it,” said the maester, a sour look on his face once asked to leave when you visited her a few days ago.

In all her paranoia, Rhaenyra had asked only those closest to her to help administer it. Not trusting the maesters the very same way she did when it came to Viserys. Out of part guilt of what she just went through, and frankly fear, you agreed when she asked you. But now, as you feel the tides changing once again for the battle for power, your hands shake a bit applying the remedy to her tea.

One. Two. Three. Four. Five….. Six. Seven. Eight.

Before you can change your mind, you a twist cap back on the milk of the poppy.

You walk back to the bed, giving a pale Rhaenyra a strained smile. “Let’s sit you up.”

Rhaenyra winces, eyes in a faraway stare as you help her lean up in the bed. The same bed she had been beholden to for the past week. You bring goblet to her lips and watch her all but chug most of it.

A part of you wants to say a prayer to the Father. Perhaps he will forgive you for all that will happen beyond this point. Understanding how stray animals often act when they are backed into a corner. Teeth bared and fighting for their lives.

She will name him Protector of the Realm if she stays abed any longer. Despite the mistreatment, Daemon has always had a way about him when it came to Rhaenyra. I have no way to stop it. Did not back then, and do not now.

Guilt only mounts when you think about the sadness in Alicent’s eyes when she said that. But then you think about your daughter’s laugh or the wide-eyed innocence of your son, and the guilt fades. All that is left is resentment. A deep hole where you think your heart used to be.

You have to shudder thinking about anyone from this family sitting the throne but at least you know some options are more… malleable than others.

“I can come back to give you more when you need it,” you brush a stray hair behind Rhaenyra’s ear. “Maybe I can read to you too.”

She gives you a tired smile, and nod before her eyes begin to flutter. You watch as her breathing labors as she drifts into a hazy state. In and out of sleep. Here she lays, a victim of the birthing bed like her mother. Ill equipped, and far too foolish to see the damage she will leave behind like her father.

“What is all of this?”

You walk into your chambers to find a table of food in the room. Aemond hops up from the bed. You take a look at the array of breads, and sweets on the table.

“All this for me,” you question, popping one of the lemon candies on a lemon cake in your mouth. “How romantic. The last time I had the pleasure of such a spread, you were telling me you got your mistress pregnant and it sent me into excruciating labor.”

Aemond face falls, and for a moment you understand what it has been like for him the past few years of marriage. To hold power over him, even if it is small and fleeting in the moment. Dangling kindness in front of his face to rip it away for no reason other than you can.

You continue to pick at the food, as Aemond just stares.

“Are you gonna say what this all about or just stare with that silly look on your face?”

His face flashes from sad stoicism something a bit angrier. Ah, that’s your husband.

“I am trying to mend things with you, and all I ge-“

“Oh, that is your first mistake,” you hold up a finger. “Well, not the first. You know your first. But trying to mend something that was never there to begin with? And with food that I could get myself. You’re smarter than that Aemond,” you tut at him.

“So, what now? We spend the rest of our days hating each other?”

If we even get that far.

“It has worked for others,” you shrug.

“It won’t for you,” he rebuts. “The hate will eat you alive. You’ll be miserable.”

Promise?

He speaks as if he is so sure of it. As like Helaena does at times, he has seen into a murky future, and pulled this out. You utterly miserable as you let that dark voice in your head play out all your morbid desires.

“But you would like that, wouldn’t you,” you think about the look he gave you when you wanted to reach for his knife. “Why else would you put through all of this but to make me as miserable as you are?”

It hang on the tip of your tongue. You could push you luck again, and tell him that she is gone, and never to be seen again. Twist the knife that you already have point at his back. But then you would have to be sure of things yourself. Dreams have dissolved into nightmares. Blood mixing the salty water of Dragonstone.

Then you wake and Otto’s words ring in your head. He took care of it. Now you are left trying to sort out the mess of memories that makes up your head. Guilt, anger, and sadness all managing fuck with your head in ways you could not imagine.

You eye the wine on the table. As much you admonish Aegon for it, you do get why he turned to it from such a young age.

The few hours of solace it gives is wonderful. Fleeting but necessary when everything else becomes too loud. Too much.

“It was not an absence in you. It was one in us… in me,” he looks so young when he says it. It almost reminds you of him when he ten and five. Fresh off a growth spurt. Terribly shy, terribly distant. But that was before. Before the expectation of marriage, of children and semblances of loyalty and care.

That boy is gone, and you are surely not the girl you were once you came to King’s Landing. You mourn that girl, the way you mourn the boy Aemond was before he lost his eye. You did not know him then but you always wonder what strings in him broke when that happened. An unjust act with no reconciliation to follow. If any of that led up to the man standing before you today.

“Well, at least that is something we can agree on,” you look down, trying to get rid of the hot tears in your eyes.

You have spent time trying to build up an armor in front of him. You’d hate to have it crack now.

“My grandsire told me about your little plan.”

It makes you look up. Aemond’s arms are crossed in skepticism.

“Your sister’s health is declining rapidly. Aegon needs to ready himself for this.”

“And he has agreed?”

“Your brother will fall in line as he realizes this is the only way to keep those dear to him safe,” you fiddle with the chocolate tart. “He already has actually.”

Helaena and him took a trip to one of the orphanages down in the Red Keep. It is about time people outside of this castle get a look at those in power. Aemond still does not look convinced.

“Does that upset you? The thought of him being king?”

“No more than it does having my useless sister or foolish nuncle on the throne.”

“What, no mention of the bastards technically in front you for the throne right now,” you think the joke falls flat till Aemond narrows his eye, and tilts his head to side in merriment. You have to do a bit of double take at the slight smirk on his face.

“You danced with one of those bastards.”

So, he remembers that.

“A tactical move,” you roll your eyes. “And when I advise Rhaenyra and Jacaerys that he should go back to Dragonstone as the new heir to the Irone Throne and Prince of Dragonstone, it would have payed off.”

“Leaving Rhaenyra as she’s abed, and stuck with Daemon? How would you manage that?”

“I can be quite convincing,” you shrug. “Not that you would understand.”

He takes another dig on chin, uncharacteristically good natured this day, but he gives you that look. The look where you don’t know whether he wants to skin you or kiss you. No one really has ever looked in the way Aemond has. As if he sees nothing of what you’re really made of while managing to look right through you at the same time.

“Better yet, I may even tell Baela and Rhaena that they should take this time to be with grandmother and grandfather, especially as Corlys may stand a similar fate as Rhaenyra.”

“What about the other one,” Aemond frowns.

Your brows furrow in confusion before it dawns on you. Both him and Lucerys had done a good job of avoiding each other since you all came back from Dragonstone. But you can tell the tiptoeing has created strain and awkwardness for everyone.

“If Baela and Jace are gone with Moondancer and Vermax in toe, that just leaves a clearly petrified Luke and Arrax. I think Vhagar, Sunfyre or Dreamfyre can handle that, no?”

Aemond raises a brow. “You want them to die?”

“I don’t want anyone to die,” well that’s not entirely true, and the look Aemond gives you lets you in that he does not believe that as well. “As few casualties as possible is the goal. They can swear to Aegon when the time comes or be put the King’s Justice. As of now, we should take advantage of the uncertainty that rest amongst everyone.”

Aemond laughs, like really laughs. It takes you for surprise, and only upsets you. He laughs as if he finds your thoughts funny in the way seeing a squirrel run up a tree is funny. “What?”

“Nothing…. Lady Hightower.”

You scoff and throw the pieces of the fruit on the table at him. “Fuck off.”

“You make those faces and turn up your nose at Aegon being king, but you and I both know you will be the first to defend his throne,” you throw a strawberry at him but this time he catches it and eats it. “This is all for the kids, right? It is why they are not here, away from their mother?”

“They are away from their father as well. For their safety.”

You just hum.

“I want to write to them. They did not even get to say goodbye.”

“That could be dangerous.”

“I do not care, Aemond,” you raise your voice.

There is a knock at the door and Quinton comes in with a note in his hand. He eyes the food on the table as you read the note. It is from your father, assuring you about your parents soon departure back to the Riverlands.

“Are you alright,” he whispers. You nod softly. Quinton had been hovering somewhere in the background whenever Aemond was around, especially with the children gone. Clearly not trusting him around you.

Quinton should probably be more worried you around him. His cape swishes behind him when he goes to leave the room.

“You can write to them when the timing is better,” Aemond continues once you two are alone again.

The timing is never right. Not with him, not the with situation you are in.

The end of ninth moon of 129 AC

As you walk down the hall, a soft hand brushes against your arm.

“Are sure you are alright,” Quinton’s voice rings in your head, and tickles your ears softly.

“Of course,” you give fake smile, tilt of the head. He stops in the middle of the empty hall. Though he is your sworn protestor, you feel it is best to keep Quinton on the fringes unless needed otherwise. The less he knows, the safer he is you assume.

“I know you are not well without your children around,” he sighs. “But I would not want you to… sully yourself with things before you can get back to them.”

Sully. You take a long look at Quinton. There is something sweet about the way he views you. Entirely too earnest at time but sweet. You wish you could tell him he had nothing to worry about, and meant it. The pedastal he puts you on, my would it be a hard and long fall.

“I appreciate the concern, but I am ok,”’you reach up to touch his cheek. “You will be the first to know.”

He gives a half-hearted nod before then both of you continue your way to Rhaenyra’s chambers. When you get there the maidservants are beginning to place lights out in the hall for the night.

When you walk in, Rhaenyra is perched where she has been for some time now. Fiddling with the books on the shelf in the corner of the room.

“Maybe something a bit more upbeat. A love story,” you whisper. You go sit next to her on bed, flipping through the large brown book in your hand.

Rhaenyra begins to mumble as you shush her softly.

“It’s ok,” you reach over for the cup next to her bed. Sniffing the cup, you take note of how differently it smells compared to the tea and milk of the poppy mixture you used to.

The tonic seems different, stronger than usual. You put it to her lips and watch Rhaenyra drink it. You wipe her mouth. Even if this weakened state, you find her tragically beautiful. Like a fallen Angel. She resembles her siblings in that regard.

“I need - I need,” her eyes flutter open and shut. “The Prince that was Promised.”

You frown.

“Aeg- Aegon…”

“Your brother?”

“Tell Jacaerys.”

She trails off. Your back straightens as you watch as Rhaenyra’s eyes close, and her breathing slow.

The Prince that was Promised… Aegon.

You lean down and kiss her forehead. Mayhaps, in another life things could’ve been different for her. For her siblings, for her children, for you… for your kids. Climbing off the side of the bed, you gently tuck Rhaenyra in.

When you walk out, you see Quinton standing at attention. You motion for him to come with.

“I need you to do go get Otto,” you mummer. “We have business to get to.”

You cannot see the look Quinton gives you as move to walk ahead of him, and to that you are grateful.

Sullying is your only other option.

In the tenth moon 129 AC, the bell connected to the Royal Sept tolled for thee.

The death of Queen Rhaenyra, First of her Name, sent ripples through the Realm. But that was just beginning of the great strife that would follow her passing. A years peaceful period of reign for the Targaryen family ended by infighting.

Histories will say the first problem came the moment the then Princess and heir decided to sire bastard heirs. Others would say it began the moment, Rhaenyra left her succession vulnerable to her young brother. Not ending his line the moment she had the chance to.

Throughout her short reign as queen, there were festering rumors of usurping. That Lord Otto Hightower would hold secret meetings planning for the best moment to strike to get his grandson son on the throne. Others dispirited this claim, saying that the Dowager Queen Alicent’s afflictions for Queen Rhaenyra would never let that happen.

Ironically, it was not the death of the Rhaenyra is not the official start of what would later be called the Dance of Dragons. Instead the death of Prince’s Aemond One-Eye Targaryen’s lady wife’s parents triggered the domino affect. An escalation of plans.

Most would say the overflipped carriage was a tragic accident, but others whispered about something more serious. An inside attack from a member of the Targaryen family themselves. It was this tragedy that led to a public outcry from the members of the house in the Riverlands, coupling with the public crowning of a new king.

It was Ser Criston Cole, member of the Kingsguard, who crowed King Aegon, Second of his Name, in a private ceremony. Only flanked by his new crowned Queen Helaena, Prince Aemond and his wife, and Lord Hightower. King Aegon was crowned in front of the septon of faith, dawning his namesakes crown.

Back on Dragonstone, Jacaerys Velaryon recieved the news of not only his mother’s death, but also the usurping. Except it was not allies with the news, but foes. Jacaerys was slain at the footsteps of the castle.

It is still debated which side has more to gain to having Jace out of the way. King Aegon or Prince Daemon. But in the end, it was the later who eventually set up him home base at Dragonstone. Fleeing under the watchful eye of his spies in the Red Keep. With only two of his sons with him.

Both sides strategizing their moves. Daemon labeling Aegon and his supporters traitors to the realm, while Aegon set out to kill his uncle himself in given the chance. Under the insistence that it was him who accerlated Rhaenyra’s already bad condition.

Support the amongst the realm split as some supporter the efforts of the new king, far more open to his tactics than one of the Rogue Prince or Rhaenyra’s Bastards. While others scoffed at the boldness of Aegon the Usurper.

Those called on the opinions of the sons that remained at King’s Landing. Rumors of the Lucerys and Joffrey Velaryon being chained arriving. But it was not Daemon who negotiated the release of the boys. It was members of House Velaryon.

But there was one condition. It would be Baela and Rhaena, of both House Targaryen and Velaryon, that recieved equal titles after the passing of Corlys. Lucerys would be stripped of title of heir to the Driftmark Throne. It was rumored that this was not a cruel twist of fate from team green, but instead a plea from Lucerys himself.

It was Rhaena Targaryen, in all her wisdom, that worked through the terms. With a heavy heart, and no more bloodshed in her pleas. The more bold sister of the twins, Baela, had other plans. Sensing the release of Lucerys and Joffrey was a trap. She climbed on top of Moondancer, despite the calls not, and made her way closer to King’s Landing herself. But she was not alone. Her grandmother was with her.

Never one to sit from a battle himself, it was King Aegon who climbed his dragon to take them both on. All three dragon and riders fought diligently. Moondancer sustaining life ending injuries, while both Sunfyre and Aegon were injured at battle. But the most costly lost came at the hand of the One-Eyed Prince himself. Taking out Rhaenys and Meleys before further injury could come to his brother.

Enraged at the news of the death of Moondancer, and the almost costly lost of Baela, Daemon began his March. But he also had other plans at play. In efforts to lure the new Prince Regent out of the castle, he sent spies to Oldtown. Where not only Prince Daeron worked with all of Reach to support King Aegon. But also where the young Prince watched over his younger nieces and nephews.

There was an attempt to take the Jaehaerys Targaryen, son of Aegon and Alaric Targaryen, son of Aemond. But the plan was thwarted by a terrible beast. Vermithor lurched and lured over Oldtown like a tower himself. His flames as green as the Hightower Beacon. Highly protective over his new rider and those close to her. At just six and seventh month, Daella Targaryen was feared as her father.

Still not wanting to be outdone, Daemon sets his sights towards not only Harrenhal, but another certain house in the Riverlands. His march pillaging those close to Aemond’s wife. Still grieving the lost of parents and seperated from her children, it was rumored the lady became more quiet, drowning herself in her cups.

It was she, with Queen Mother Alicent and Queen Helaena, who pleaded for Aemond to not take the bait. But it was too no vail. After he heard of the attempted kidnapping, he set out with men of his own.

His march mirroring his uncle’s not only through the Stormlands but as well as the Riverlands. There were whispers of inhabitants at Harrenhal. It is still speculated by both Daemon and Aemond did not burn the structure to the ground, when they had to chance. Tales would be written of a certain magic soiling the ground. Keeping safe from harm.

Though those tales are all rumors, what was undeniably true, is that two Targaryen princes breathed their last breaths over God’s Eye on the sixth moon of 130 AC. No one saw the battle, but the sound of snapping dragons and the sight of green and red flames that called attention.

Vhagar and Aemond both fought a valiant effort but it the wounds to both proved to be to substantial. Aemond Targaryen died on top of his crowned dragon. The burns from Vhagar burning Daemon beyond repair.

When their deaths made it back to the Red Keep, the halls recount the Queen Mother tearing her hair in anguish, calling for the deaths of not only everyone who supported Daemon, but Aegon the younger and Viserys alike.

A story of crowns and iron thrones whittled down to death and fire. The grief felt by team green only compounded by the body of Aemond’s lady wife found charred in their chambers. It was Ser Quinton, her sworn protector, who lived to tell the story of having to fight off several guards before it was too late. In a matter of days, Daella and Alaric Targaryen missing from their places in Oldtown.

Both jobs speculated to be last minute plans carried about for Daemon Targaryen, done by his loyal Gold Cloaks. It is said that King Aegon never fully recovers from the death of not only his brother, but his good sister. Punishing those he deems responsible once he comes to.

But there are merchants in Essos that believe they have spotted a beautiful lady hand in hand with her children. One with sparkling white hair, the other with blonde streaks through her dark curls.

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I know I’ve been liking all your works on here but I just have to say I LOVE ALL OF THEM SO MUCH <333 they’re just so silly and goofy /pos

Out of curiosity, have you done your take on the “3 days in the infirmary” yet? And if not, do you ever plan to?

THANKS!

thank you teehee silly and goofy is my specialty. and thank you SO MUCH for asking bc the thing is that i’ve been trying?? like i have three drafts barely started right now and i can’t tell which one, if any, are promising. would y’all mind telling me (honestly, i promise i can handle criticism when i ask for it) might be something you would read, and if not, what you like/dislike? thank you in advance!! and they’re rough drafts so please forgive any poor formatting or grammar/spelling. words like /this/ mean they’re italicized btw.

okay, the first one. the idea here is less three days in the infirmary and more pining nico post the three days in the infirmary, but he keeps thinking back to it. here is one such moment:

please let me know what works/doesnt et cetera!!!

okay next one. this one is more classic, it’s literally the three days in the infirmary except whoops nico was exhausted as shit and slept through them entirely and now will is making him stay another three for observation. and they fall in love obviously. featuring in william-andrew-never-shuts-up-for-even-three-seconds solace bc i love him.

i think this one is the most promising tbh but i could be wrong. mostly i just love motormouth will. lmk what u think!!

okay and the last and possibly most iffy one. this one is actually the thing that yanked me full force back into this fandom, creatively, bc the idea wormed itself into my brain and i couldn’t get it out.

i haven’t worked on it in like a month and a half bc i’m nervous people will despise it, but the general idea is that nico gets to the infirmary and will has an open crush on him, like he doesn’t say it but even nico is not that oblivious, and nico has to face, for the first time, someone who is not even slightly ashamed about their sexuality. it’s less of a solangelo fic and more of a nico fic tbh.

i ditched it bc i don’t think anyone will read it, but if you would, tell me please! i’m an attention whore and very motivated when i know i’m getting attention lol.

anyways! please tell me your thoughts! reblog or comments are great, but if you’re shy my anon asks are open :D my DMs too!!!

#i don’t have ALTs on any of these pictures #but if you need them please please tell me and i’ll remedy that immediately #ask #writing #i have no idea how to tag this truly #solangelo #longpost #long as hell post lmfao

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Oh dear, I was sleeping when you needed asks to lift your spirits… I’m so sorry. However, I don’t think it’s too late to make you feel better. With that said, here’s a short essay on why you are an amazing artist deserving plenty of support and care.

First of all, your artistic skills is among the best I have ever seen. There’s no denying your character designs are stellar; from their wide range of body types to their intriguing backstory, they never get old. However, your creativity doesn’t stop here. It seeps on concept art and writing. I remember when I saw your desert concept art (with Rad on it) on Patreon; it was so good that I let out an audible “WOW!”. I know you haven’t published any concrete story, but the lore, world building and character backstory scattered in your posts got me hooked! I consider myself pretty picky when it comes to writing, but yours is among the only one I enjoy to the fullest.

Second of all, kobolds. Kobolds are great. Don’t you think kobolds are great? I love kobolds. Kobolds are amazing creatures: kobolds can yip, kobolds can scream, kobolds can run really fast, kobolds can roll really fast, and kobolds can kobold. I think kobolds should be admired. Kobolds are loyal to their Kobold-hoarding dragon, no matter what happens to the kobolds. Kobolds are such fascinating creatures. Did I tell you how much I love kobolds? Kobolds are great. Don’t you think kobolds are great? I love kobolds. Kobolds are amaz-

Last but not least… you (no, this isn’t some weirdo’s confession, please keep in mind it’s just platonic compliment from a fan). I don’t know you outside social media, but what I have seen on tumblr and twitter, I can tell you are an amazing individual. Despite being caught by adult life shenanigans, you still find time to defend your friend’s and other’s NSFW content from purists. You have so much stress burdened on your shoulders, yet I see you reblog/retweet fan art and write a compliment to artists. Your mental resilience is something to behold!

In conclusion, you are a wonderful person who deserves all the love and support. As mentioned previously, your creative characters, music, art and writing is something I and others inspire to achieve, and your ability to held your head on tempestuous waters is worth looking up upon. Finally, just so you know, most of us (your followers) will root you and your journey until the end of time, be it with money of praise.

May you have a wonderful December, full of joy.

PS: y’all should sub to her patreon, you won’t regret a single penny. Great WIPS, in-depth game-dev updates and glorious concept art!

But most importantly…

Giant Women

This is genuinely so heartfelt and sweet I don’t even know what to say. Like I do my best to make stuff I like and it’s not lost on me that a lot of other people like it too, but seeing stuff like this put into words has me all the more motivated and encouraged to keep making as much art as I can for as long as I can. Y’all are awesome for real. And thank you so much for all the support!!

#koboldasks #I AM reading all that.

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emberfrostlovesloki · 6 months

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Talent [Hotch x Reader]

Photo credits: Left (@lavendair) Center (@hotchs-big-hands) Right (@muresetivoire)

Prompt: An inebriated Aaron finds out that the readers has a hidden talent and they offer to show him it later. When they get back to his apartment, more sober, Aaron apologizes, feeling awkward for getting them into this situation. They (the reader) honestly asks Hotch if he would let them do it anyway?

Pairing: Hotch x gender neutral reader. The reader uses they/them/their pronouns

Catagory: Hurt/comfort/smut

Word Count: 6.8K

A/N: Content warnings below the cut. This is a NSFW story. Minors DNI. 18+ only readers for this one. Please respect this boundary. A few things here so please bare with me. This was inspired by a little conversation between @softhairedhotch and @hotchs-big-hands That conversation can be found here (link)

I loved the idea and I got this wrote this. As usual, my writing got a bit more somber than I expected. Maybe that’s just my style idk? One last thing before you can actually read this thing, I insinuate that Hailey cheated on Hotch later in their marriage. I think this is an assumption the show makes, but never explicitly states. I don’t mean to slander Hailey in any way. I think she’s lovely and loved Aaron to the best of her ability. I did this mostly to make Hotch have self-doubt. I stan Hailey in my house. Lastly, this is only my third time posting smut, so forgive me it it’s not perfect. If you enjoy this story, likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated! I hope y’all have a good evening - Levi.

Content Warnings: Sex (slight hand job and blowjob [Hotch receiving]), slight size kink, sex and body doubt (Hotch), Foyet and the stabbing incident mentioned (mentioned that the attack was possibly psycho-sexual), blood, reference to a gag reflex, drinking (the team gets pretty intoxicated), sex life mentioned (reader and Hotch), Aaron is touch starved, cheating mentioned (Hailey). If I missed any, please let me know.

List will all stories

_y/n_ = your name

_y/c/h_ = your color hair

_y/f/a_ = you favorite actor/actress

_h/l_ = hair length

_h/c_ = hair color - aka brown hair, black hair, blue hair ect.

_d/h_ = dominant hand

Hotch nearly choked on his sip of beer. He tried to hide his coughs by putting his arm over his mouth. He had certainly not expected to hear Penelope, who was seated on Rossi’s rug with many other members of the team, to say, “But you know I might have thrown up because the milk was expired, but _y/n_ wouldn’t because they don’t have a gag reflex.” Aaron watched as _y/n_’s face turned crimson. _y/n_ moved over to Garcia and jokingly shook their friend saying, “Pen, why would you talk about my sex life like that? You see, this is why you can never, ever meet my parents even though you keep asking. We’ll have, like, two drinks and then you’ll start talking about what position I like best.” Upon hearing this, Aaron couldn’t take it anymore. He moved from the living room to the kitchen. He was trying very hard not to think about _y/n_ an array of sexual positions and acts, but he was failing. He was also trying to remember why the team had moved from the couches to the floor. A comment of Spencer's about the rug being comfortable and warm next to the fireplace that was roaring in the center of Dave’s living room might have been the reason. It was all a blur really. They were all drunk at this point. The team didn’t normally do this when they were together, but it was Friendsgiving and the last few cases had been relatively easy by their standards. The team had a few days off, and shockingly they were all going to be in town, so Rossi had invited them all over to celebrate Thanksgiving as a unit. Everyone had brought something and it was nice to just relax and be together. His intoxicated brain circled back to the rug and to the topic of sex and he thought, ‘Oh god, no, no, no,’ but against his conscious brain he began to picture himself having sex with _y/n_ on that soft shagged carpet. In his mind their back was arched, and they were panting as he thrust deeply into them. Aaron was startlingly pulled from his fantasy when his name was called. He looked up and flushed further. It was _y/n_ leaning against the marble countertop. To his credit, _y/n_ also had a flush to their face, and they asked, “What’s got you so flustered over there Mr. Hotchner.” Aaron tried to come up with an excuse, and he opened his mouth, but his brain couldn’t supply a reply, so he just closed his mouth. More mortified now than he may have ever been in front of a member of his team.

_y/n_ walked closer to him, and they placed their hands on the edge of the counter. _y/n_ leaned back on their strong arms which could be perceived in a sensual way. Hotch swallowed, and _y/n_ looked him over. They noticed the bulge in Aaron’s well-fitted black trousers, but they averted their eyes quickly for his dignity, so that they didn’t start getting wild ideas. _y/n_ was grateful that Hotch was a little too disheveled to have noticed them checking out his groin. Finally, after an awkward silence, _y/n_ asked openly, drunkenly, “It’s not what Garcia said earlier that has you so riled up, is it?” There was that small undercurrent of desire in _y/n_’s voice that had Aaron feel a flash of heat rush through him again. Hotch wouldn’t have to answer. His blown-out pupils, arousal, and micro-expressions were enough to tell _y/n_ what they wanted to know. Even drunk this was obvious to them. Aaron gave a small nod, yes, anyway. _y/n_ let out a small laugh before saying, “We see such horrible things in the field and my sexual abilities are what's causing your brain to reboot?” They were teasing him, and Hotch couldn’t help but say, “Well this isn’t the field.” He moved toward _y/n_ and placed his hand on their hip. _y/n_’s exhalation of breath and flush of their skin told Aaron that the touch wasn’t unwanted. He’d never initiated anything romantic or sexual with _y/n_. The small part of his brain that was still functioning normally was screaming at him to stop. That he might regret this when he was sober. But his id was stronger than that voice. As his other hand moved to _y/n_’s other hip, he looked down at them. _y/n_’s eyes were wide and shining with a type of desire he’d never seen on their face before. _y/n_ breathily said his name; “Aaron.” Without much more to think about he asked, “Is what Garcia said true? Or is she just making stuff up again?” _y/n_ flushed and acted askance and replied, “Why Hotch, that’s not a nice thing to ask someone.” Aaron bit back a sigh and applied a gentle pressure to _y/n_’s hips. Their body moved with his touch and _y/n_ truthful answered, “It is true though. It’s my hidden talent that’s rarely used.” _y/n_ looked up at Hotch and the desire, the hunger they saw on his face left them reeling for a second. They knew this was crossing a hundred lines, but in that moment the very feeling of his hands on their body was such a rush that they didn’t fight it. The idea of Aaron’s large hands elsewhere had them boldly state, “I can show you later on if you let me come to your apartment?”

That image actually made Hotch groan. It was quiet, and Aaron was eternally grateful that no one on the team had come in yet to refresh their drinks. Maybe they had all assumed what _y/n_ and he were discussing and were intentionally not entering the room. Aaron asked, surprised at _y/n_’s offer and their willingness to accept, “You’d do that for me?” There was that soft throaty laugh again, and _y/n_ said, “Of course I would Hotch.” Aaron swallowed again and replied, “Okay. But only if you really want to. You don’t have to do anything for me like that if you don’t want to.” _y/n_ moved their hand, patted his shoulder and said, “I promise that you will get enthusiastic consent from me before it happens. And if either of us changes our minds, we can pretend this little conversation never happened.

After this, they headed back to the living room. If the team had been intentionally avoiding them, they hid it well. The members of the BAU seemed to be engrossed watching Spencer speed-read Rossi’s well-worn copy of Critique of Pure Reason by Kant. As _y/n_ sat back down next to Emily, they whispered, “Why are we watching Spence read?” Emily listed slightly toward _y/n_ and said, “We’re going to have Rossi test him on the concepts of the book. Or see if the genius can remember some especially long passages. We want to see how much he can remember when he’s this drunk.” _y/n_ chuckled at the concept. They were now also invested. An hour and a half later the team slowly started saying their goodbyes. At this stage, _y/n_ and Aaron were more in control of their faculties. They were the third party to leave, and they both shared an Uber back to Hotch’s apartment. Because neither of them knew how much they would be drinking that night, they had shared a ride over to Rossi’s together. _y/n_ only lived two blocks over and Aaron promised to walk them the rest of the way home. On the short ride back, _y/n_ and Hotch both gained more clarity, and Aaron was starting to feel uncomfortable with what he had said two hours earlier. His desire for _y/n_ was still there, but he knew he shouldn’t have said what he did. Suggested what he had. As it turned out, Aaron’s desire for his younger agent rarely, if ever waned.

When _y/n_ had joined the team a few years ago, he had quickly found himself drawn to them physically. Hotch didn’t believe in love at first sight, but he couldn’t deny that he had experienced lust at first sight with _y/n_. It was like _y/n_ had been made for him. When Hotch first thought this fully -- not just with the small voice he used to stifle unwanted thoughts with -- he realized how much of a narcissist it made him sound like. It was with that thought that he buried all feelings about _y/n_. He couldn’t risk going there, even in his mind. But with there still being a slight buzz in his head, his mind wandered to how the slope of _y/n_’s shoulders was gentle yet angular. How their _y/h/c_ looked during golden hour, the way their eyes had held his gaze earlier that evening when they had offered to show him their talent. Aaron shifted slightly in his seat to try and readjust himself. His body was having ideas of its own again, and he didn’t appreciate it. Aaron looked over to _y/n_ who seemed to be in their own type of reverie. It hadn’t helped that he found them attractive and that they were such a good person.

On the team, _y/n_ was smart. They could come up with ideas as fast as Spencer and the duo could be often found at precincts and their hotel rooms bouncing ideas off each other at a mile-a-minute pace. They were also fiercely protective of the team. If someone questioned the team, or specifically a member of the team, they were there to professionally correct and support either the team or the member being targeted. He had seen them do it for JJ, Garcia, and Morgan which was funny because Derek could generally take care of himself. But that hadn’t mattered to _y/n_. They had stood up for and comforted Derek in their way. _y/n_ had comforted him too. It was more polite than with the other agents, but they had done it all the same. Aaron knew that _y/n_ felt similarly about him as he felt about them. It was clear in their actions and demeanor around him. _y/n_ hid it well most of the time, but every now and then, he would get a hint that those desires resided in _y/n_ too, and he had to fight his feelings all over again. It was all a mess, and now they would have to talk about tonight. The conversations had been mutually intimate and yes, having his subordinate offer to perform fellatio on him broke about a dozen rules and regulations, but he had continued the conversation. He could have walked away, lied, or done ten thousand other things than being honest and accepting the offer. Aaron stifled another groan of annoyance and embarrassment. He knew he was fucked, or perhaps not fucked, in loads of ways. At least their conversation had been consensual. There was a small mercy in that.

As the car moved down the quiet streets, _y/n_ could feel Aaron near them. They chose to look out the cars window instead of at their companion. _y/n_ needed a few minutes to settle their thoughts. To say _y/n_ was mortified about their behavior during the evening was an understatement. Their attraction to Hotch was undeniable, and they saw the tells on their boss as well. That didn’t make what they had done that evening right. _y/n_ had been shocked by how quickly and hard they had been attracted to Aaron. _y/n_ didn’t know they could feel so intensely until they met him. Of course, there had been teen idols. And they had rewatched a few movies with _y/f/a_ a few hundred times. But that was an actor, and Hotch was a real man in flesh and blood. To mention the fact that he was their boss didn’t help the matter either. In all honesty, everyone on the team had said something more personal than they would have sober during the night, but _y/n_ was certain what they and Aaron had revealed was the most intimate. The street lights continued to pass by in a blur as they approached Aaron’s apartment. _y/n_ knew that things would come to a head when they got there, and _y/n_ couldn’t help but think for one second, ‘Is my desire for him so wrong? God we both feel it. Why couldn’t life be easier? Why couldn’t they just give in for once?” These were the thoughts that swilled within them, between them, as they sped toward their destination.

When they arrived outside of Aaron’s, the two stood outside of his stoop in an awkward silence. Aaron broke it first by saying, “I never should have said anything in the kitchen. I never should have put my hands on you. I sincerely apologize for my actions, _y/n_. I never meant to make this uncomfortable between us. I value your contributions to the team and I’d never view you as a sexual object. I was drunk and it was a mistake.” Hotch realized that he was rambling, and he looked to _y/n_ for their response. They looked back and him and replied, “I started it. Well, Garcia started it. It was out of line for me to approach you like that. I respect you, Hotch. I apologize.” They both stood in the frosty air, under the light of a lone streetlamp. The wind picked up and both parties seemed unwilling to leave the conversation where it was. _y/n_ shuddered against the cold and used a voice they rarely did with Aaron. _y/n_ asked, “Can we go into your apartment for a minute before you walk me home? I think I need to warm up from a minute before you walk me back.” The voice they used was one-third needy, one-third empathetic, and one-third pleading. Though Aaron could be reading into the pleading part of it. Perhaps he just wanted that to be the case. _y/n_ had only spoken to him once before like that and it was when he had gotten injured on a case. _y/n_ had asked him to slow down in the same tone and just like back then, he couldn’t refuse them. Hotch pulled out his keys and unlocked his front door. As they moved inside, he turned on the light above his sink and then he took a few large strides to turn on some lamps in the living space. Aaron gestured to the couch and offered _y/n_ a seat, which _y/n_ took. Aaron moved toward the sink and asked over his shoulder, “Would you like a glass of water?” _y/n_ closed their eyes at the thoughts bombarding them and said, “Yes, please.” Aaron grabbed two glasses from his cabinets and added some ice from the freezer before filling them with water. When he turned back to _y/n_, they had their _d/h_ pinching the skin between their eyebrows; their face in a half grimace. Aaron moved quickly toward them and asked, “_y/n_, are you alright? Do you have a headache?” _y/n_ let out a nervous laugh before removing their hand and saying, “Not yet. But it’s sure to come in a few hours. I’m not a college kid at a pre-game party anymore. I can’t do that kind of drinking without the consequences.” Aaron chuckled at _y/n_’s response. Given that he was a good deal older than _y/n_ him, he could only imagine how bad it might be for himself in the morning. He added taking some Advil before bed to his mental notes. He would do that as soon as _y/n_ was safely home. Even though things had been odd between them for the last half of the night, he would still ensure that they got home safe before he returned to his space to re-wrangle the thoughts that had fought their way back to the surface again. He let out a soft sigh, as he watched _y/n_ take a sip of water.

_y/n_ set their glass down and looked up at Aaron. They asked a question that had undercut the whole night for them. They asked because at this moment having to fake disinterest felt like too great a burden to bear, and because they knew they were already in trouble, so why not face the full consequence? _y/n_ said what was really on their mind with, “What if I wanted to show you anyway? Apart from Pen’s comments? Apart from the fact that I was drunk when I said what I did.” There was a silence and Hotch’s eyes blinked at what they said, trying to register the words; what was being offered. He felt the hitch in his breath as he said, “_y/n_ I…” They cut Hotch off saying, “Aaron. I see how you look at me. And I know that you see how I look at you. I’m sorry, but I can’t keep pretending to not care about you. To not want to give you more.” Hotch blinked a few times rapidly, trying to clear this head of images. Even now that he was in full control of his mind, he couldn’t stop his thoughts from wandering. Aaron closed his eyes and said _y/n_’s name in desperation. In shame. They looked up at him and said, “Tell me that I’m wrong. Tell me that I’m wrong and I’ll stop immediately.” As hard as Aaron tried to say no, he couldn’t bring himself to. _y/n_ stood and half maneuvered Aaron to sit on his couch. They knelt and pushed his knees open. Hotch groaned and said, “You can’t possibly want this?” _y/n_ ran their hands over his inner thighs and said, “I’m in full control of my faculties, Aaron. If I didn’t want to do this, I wouldn’t be here. _y/n_ looked over his seated body. He looked so prone like this; exposed. They often wondered about Aaron. How he felt about himself, and his strong body. _y/n_ had noticed that he wore more layers after what had happened with Foyet. The textures and materials of his suits had changed as well. Half of the time _y/n_ was sure he was sweating under all that fabric. _y/n_ gently dropped to their knees and asked Hotch, who was looking at them with trepidation, guilt even, “Aaron, are you alright? What’s going on in that head of yours?”

For the last year or so, after Foyet, Hotch had been physically cutting himself off from close contact of any kind. It brought up too many painful memories of Hailey before she and Jack had to flee to witness protection before she divorced him. When he was younger he had been so passionately in love with her. It was the most he had ever felt in his life, and with his childhood the way it was, there was a great comfort in that. When he and Hailey had met again as adults, those feelings were still there and they persisted throughout his time in law school and his short stint as a prosecutor. But when he had joined the BAU things had changed. At first, there had been a thrill for both of them. But with time, Hailey seemed to grow tired of his constant comings and goings. His late nights in the office under Gideon. Their sex life had changed and what used to be passionate and loving sex turned into less passionate more need-based sex from either himself or his wife. Then Jack happened, and Gideon’s incident in Boston which left even less time for him to spend with his wife and newborn son. Again sex changed for them because Hailey needed time to heal and Jack took up most of their time when Aaron was home. When they had been intimate at that stage it felt different. It happened rarely and he could feel Hailey withdraw from his touch sometimes. A few months later when he started to assume that she might be acting unfaithfully to him he started to understand why his wife was so hesitant to be around him. Aaron didn’t want to believe it was true. He wanted to think that it had something to do with him. Some shortcomings of his character or body. When it came out that she had been seeing someone else, Aaron forgave her. He still loved her deeply and he knew that he had his own issues; being around was the chief one for his wife. Some part of him understood why she had sought comfort in someone else while he was away even though he would never do that to her. A part of Aaron still thought that there was something wrong with him, his body, and his performance in bed. And the last time he and Hailey had really, intentionally tried to be intimate, his own doubts and the thought of her with another man had not allowed him to finish. Aaron didn’t assume that was the death knell of their marriage, but part of him factored it in.

Then Foyet had physically assaulted him, his body. Hotch never told anyone, and the team didn’t say anything, but he had wondered if Foyet was seeking some sort of sick sexual release with the knife as a subsite penis. Aaron had passed out from blood loss before he could know the answer to that question. Aaron was grateful for that to this day. So the idea that _y/n_, the kind and caring person they were was interested in him sexually was rather unbelievable to him. It had been so long since he had been sexual. He even stopped allowing himself to touch himself if he woke up aroused. He felt like he deserved it. He didn’t know how he would act, or perform if he accepted _y/n_’s offer. Thinking about it made him nervous. And yet, his desire for _y/n_ persisted.

Hotch swallowed and he suddenly felt like he needed ten glasses of water instead of the one he had just consumed. He looked down at _y/n_ and replied, “I shouldn’t even be sitting here. These thoughts… they.” Aaron felt embarrassed at himself and looked away, not really knowing what to say. It had been so long that he had felt a desire this strong. It had been even longer that someone had been this intimate with him. Even to have his legs spread and _y/n_ looking up at him with such care. They hadn’t even fucking done anything yet. Aaron closed his legs and _y/n_ let him. They wanted Hotch to know that he had full control of his body. Of what happened, if anything did end up happening. _y/n_ stood and leaned close to him. With a tender care, _y/n_ took his chin in their hand and directed his face to look at them. _y/n_ said, “Desire isn’t a sin Hotch. There isn’t some cosmic scale weighing whether you looked at some girl crossing the road five years ago. It’s a natural feeling; and it’s not wrong to feel it. If anything you’ve been restraining yourself. So have I. I care about you too much to just keep dreaming about you at night. It feels like I’m using you. So now you know how I feel. Now would you please let me do this for you?” Aaron had to blink back a few tears at _y/n_’s statement. It was so honest that he could hardly see past it. It was blinding in its sincerity. To know that _y/n_ felt like him in that way made him feel warm in a different way than his body responding to theirs. As a last half-assed defense, he said quietly, “I’m your boss.” The chuckle _y/n_ let out had his eyes on them in an instant. Laughter hadn’t been the response he had expected. _y/n_ was wearing their ‘color me surprised’ face. And Aaron laughed at the expression too. It was no surprise to both of them. But this wasn’t about power dynamics, it was about tenderness and longing, and when _y/n_ asked, “Would you let me take care of you?” He nodded his head yes and then verbalized that he wanted it too.

With his consent given. _y/n_ pressed into him. Their hands found traction on his biceps, and they moved their mouth over his neck. _y/n_ could feel his steady pulse under their mouth. At the contact, Aaron let out a sigh. His body reacted almost immediately. He shifted slightly, closed his eyes, and moved his head to the side a bit to give _y/n_ better access to his flesh. When Aaron had gotten in the apartment, he had discarded his suit jacket and tie to be more comfortable. His shirt however was still buttoned tightly. _y/n_’s hands worked at the top two buttons, but they were struggling as they tried to keep their mouth on Hotch’s skin while doing the buttons at the same time. _y/n_ was both kissing and sucking at the sanative area. Aaron moved his arms to slide between their bodies, as he undid the troublesome buttons. _y/n_ hummed their thanks, and as they moved to treat his clavicles and breast bone, they breathed hot and heavy over his neck. The semi-excited state of his cock grew quickly. _y/n_ moved over the area with a reverence. While their mouth worked over his partially exposed torso, their hands also moved. Their right hand was tracing the lines of his muscle on his stomach and the other was slowly trailing up and down his left thigh. When _y/n_ placed their hand over his hardness, shielded by his pants and briefs, he groaned -- loudly. He felt embarrassed, and _y/n_ looked up at him and said, “It’s okay to feel. I want you to enjoy this.” With how large he felt under their hand, _y/n_ was excited to see his manhood.

They moved back to their knees, and this time, as they pushed his thighs open, Aaron let it happen. _y/n_ set one hand on his hip and the other moved under his linen shirt, wrinkling it. _y/n_ started kissing at his knee and slowly moved up his thigh. As they got close to his arousal, which was throbbing hard against his underwear and the zipper of his pants, they moved to the other leg and began the process again. Hotch let out a shaky breath. Whatever hesitations he had been having at the start were as far away as Neptune now. The slow buildup was driving him insane. Finally, _y/n_ made it to his groin and kissed over his erection. From what they could feel, he was large. Long and wide. As _y/n_ made their tactile observations with their mouth, they thought back to the dreams they had had of Aaron. He was always well endowed in them, but now that they were here, he might even be bigger than they had imagined. _y/n_ thought, ‘Of course he’s big. This is Hotch we’re talking about.’ They refrained from laughing but did let out a small breath. Their thought might be funny to them, but it might come off very differently to Aaron. They didn’t want to think they were laughing at him. They never wanted that. Once they had kissed up the tip which was being held down by his belt, _y/n_ moved their face away and started to undo the buckle of his belt. The metal was cool under _y/n_’s fingers. Once the belt was slipped through the front two belt loops and the two at his hips, _y/n_ shifted forward and grabbed the hem of his shirt. They moved the stranded weave fabric up, exposing his stomach. _y/n_ leaned in and kissed over his belly button. Their tongue licked over the well in his form, and Aaron moaned again. _y/n_ then moved to kiss one of the exposed scars on his body. He looked down at _y/n_ like this, and he wondered what it would be like with him in her mouth? He stopped himself from bucking up at the thought. While _y/n_ had been working over his body, his breathing had picked up. At this new sensation, he whispered their name. _y/n_ made quick work of the buttons and zipper of his pants. They were careful that there were no unintended snags as they tugged the small pull down. _y/n_ looked over his cloaked member. They kissed the shaft and then moved their hand to press against it before slowly stroking it through his grey briefs. _y/n_ used their pointer and little finger to stimulate the sides, while their ring and middle finger applied pressure to the front of his penis. _y/n_ didn’t tease him with their hand too long. This wasn’t the pleasure Olympics. They didn’t know how much stimulation Aaron was used to, and _y/n_ didn’t want to overdo it for him. Before _y/n_ removed the final layer of clothing, they looked up to Aaron again to ensure he was still on board with this last exposure. Hotch looked into their eyes, the question evident to him. In a deep voice, one full of need, he said, “Yes. If you’re willing.” _y/n_ replied in the affirmative, saying, “I want to.”

With consent given, _y/n_ tugged at the elastic band of his briefs. Aaron put his weight on his feet and lifted his hips for them. _y/n_ pulled down the fabric and revealed his member for the first time, as it rested on his body. He was large and as Hotch settled back down on the couch, they looked over him with pleasure. _y/n_’s hand circled the base, and they started pumping up and down with a steady pace and pressure. They praised him saying, “You’re very impressive Aaron.” Their praise and the feeling of their hands moving over him had him squirming and breathing heavily. He was starting to sweat now, and he had never imagined it would be like this. Because if he had, he would never be able to let go. But now that it was actually happening, he couldn’t care about the complications. He felt so good with _y/n_ rubbing their hand against his cock, and he muttered, “Fuck, _y/n_. You’re so good.” They smiled, and he cursed again as _y/n_ used their other hand to stroke and circle the base of his member. _y/n_ didn’t spend a very long time with their digits, after all, they had promised to show Aaron their talent, and having him cum in their hands was not on the agenda. So _y/n_ removed their _d/h_ from the shaft and Aaron’s eyes grew wide with the sudden loss of contact. He felt like he might explode if didn’t have that stimulation moving over him. He was about to say something, but the breath was forced from his body as _y/n_ took the tip in their mouth. _y/n_ shifted on their knees a bit to be able to best take Hotch in. The carpet under their legs was decently comfortable, but the wood floor underneath was solid. _y/n_ paid attention to the tip first, suckling it and running their tongue over the slit on the top. Aaron tried to take a steadying breath, but he was falling apart at the sensation of pleasure rushing through him. When _y/n_ was comfortable with the feel of him, and had built some confidence at being able to take him in, they pushed their tongue down and hollowed their cheeks. Carefully covering their teeth, _y/n_ moved their mouth further down his length. At this, Hotch tipped his head back and moaned again. _y/n_ wasn’t even halfway down him before some precum leaked from the tip. _y/n_ pulled up and sucked the briny ejaculate off his cock. _y/n_ swallowed it quickly and moved back to working him over. They would think more deeply about the taste of Hotch’s cum later, but for now, they wanted to keep hearing Aaron mutter their name, or try to keep his breathing even. They could feel from his reactions and the throbbing of his cock that he wasn’t in control at all, even if he was trying to be. _y/n_ momentarily wondered how long it had been since anyone had done this for him.

Aaron's width not only filled their mouth, but his length, even though they didn’t have a natural gag reflex, was still a bit too much for _y/n_ to fully cover with their mouth. About an inch was left exposed to the cool air. Before _y/n_ moved their free hand to make up the difference, they looked over Hotch. The sight of him, head tipped back, mouth open sent a wave of pleasure through them. _y/n_ noticed Hotch’s hands gripping the side of the couch with white knuckles. As _y/n_ continued to move over him, they used their free hand to grab Hotch’s left hand from the couch cushion and to set it on the crown of their head. Aaron looked down at _y/n_ as they moved his hand to the back of their head. He hesitated. He was desperate to take what was being offered on top of what was already happening. On top of the bliss and heat, he was feeling in his cock. _y/n_ patted his hand on their head giving him a non-verbal “It’s okay.” Aaron couldn’t help himself, and threaded his long fingers in _y/n_’s _h/l_ _h/c_. _y/n_ continued to move up and down his shaft, and then covered the base of his cock that couldn’t be inside their mouth. With Aaron fully enveloped, he bucked his hips up and as _y/n_ had said, the extra pressure didn’t cause any gag reaction. If fact _y/n_ hummed their satisfaction at his action. He trembled under _y/n_ and thought about what they had said earlier in the night about feelings not being wrong. And moving his hips had felt so, so, blindingly good that he did it again. And then again, and again, and again until he was sure he could feel himself ready to cum. _y/n_ was intently focused on his pleasure. Aaron’s member was lined with a few thick veins running down the side and back. As Hotch started to take control of his own pleasure with gentle pressure to their head, _y/n_ lifted their tongue up and down those ridges on his cock. At this new sensation and the slight sucking that _y/n_ was doing sent him over the edge. Aaron’s hand tightened in _y/n_’s hair, and he came with a shudder. He let out a loud moan and pulled _y/n_’s head off of his cock. They had only taken a bit of his semen in their mouth. _y/n_ wondered why he hadn’t let them swallow his ejaculation, but didn’t ask now. There were still so many things to know about him. Things they hoped they could learn together with time. _y/n_ stroked his thigh softly as he rode out his orgasm. Seeing him so out of control only wanted to make them care for him more.

When the waves of pleasure subsided, Aaron relaxed back into the couch cushion. He closed his eyes because he was afraid of what he would see in _y/n_’s eyes if he opened them. He wasn’t fully sure how to cope with what they had given him. A soft touch of his thigh did eventually made him see _y/n_, and they were looking at him with a care he had rarely seen in his life. He swallowed back some tears, and he patted the couch next to him. As _y/n_ got up from their knees, and sat next to him. He pulled his underwear over his nakedness. His cum was staining his shirt and pants and he would need to launder and shower after he talked to _y/n_. _y/n_ sat and gave him space, but he needed to feel them close to him. To have this living, breathing care in his arms. He turned to face _y/n_ and asked, “May I hold you?” _y/n_ nodded, and Aaron moved his arm to rest behind their lower back. He pulled _y/n_ close to his side, and they turned toward him softly. _y/n_ placed their head on his broad, muscular shoulder. There were a few moments of comfortable silence before _y/n_ said, “You don’t ever owe me anything, Aaron. You know that right?” The question lingered until Aaron’s hand moved to the back of _y/n_’s head, gently running his digits through the smooth hair. A different kind of touch than what he had been doing a few minutes before. Now that he had been sated, he feared that a gulf would form between them. But _y/n_’s comment gave him something to think about, to still his nervous mind. Finally, he replied, “But I do owe you things _y/n_. I owe you safety on the field, and professionalism in the office, and privacy. I feel like I owe you more than those things as well.” _y/n_’s hand was back on his thigh again and they replied, “Okay, valid point. At the job, you do play a different role, but we’re both adults Hotch. We’re not teenagers trying to shag in the high school gymnasium. Given how long we’ve waited for something to happen between us, I think we can keep it together at work.” At this statement, Aaron chuckled lightly. _y/n_ was certainly true about that. After a beat, _y/n_ continued saying, “But is it so impossible to believe that we couldn’t do both? That we couldn’t care for each other outside of work?” Aaron pondered the question. He thought about what they had said. About the profound pleasure _y/n_ had brought him; and not just physical pleasure, but an emotional cover as well made him consider his words wisely, carefully. When _y/n_ was with him like this, it felt like his many flaws disappeared. That he had a clean slate. Hotch closed his eyes and rested his head on top of _y/n_’s, as he said, “I willing to try.”

When it was appropriate, Aaron quickly cleaned himself, changed, and then walked _y/n_ back to their apartment. Before _y/n_ went inside, Hotch placed a hand on their lower back and leaned down to kiss _y/n_’s forehead. They had both agreed to take a day and see if any other feelings, questions, or concerns that might arise once they were apart. They scheduled a meeting of sorts for Sunday to talk more deeply and thoroughly about what this relationship might look like. When they parted for real, Aaron walked down the quiet street. It was late in the night, but he didn’t feel tired. As he walked, he considered how physically closed off he had been the last few months. Close off to the team and himself. But _y/n_ had helped him see the sky again and no matter what happened after this, he would always be grateful for that.

On Monday, _y/n_ went to see Garcia. To honestly say, “What the hell Pen?” However, the technical analyst had been watching _y/n_ and Aaron pine for each other for two years and even though her comment at Rossi’s had been a Freudian slip, she still noticed how the pair spent a long time in the kitchen. How they had both come back flushed, eyes wide. Once _y/n_ stepped into Garcia’s space, Penelope could see that something happened and did a little happy dance in her chair before getting up and dragging _y/n_ into her office, closing the door. Once they were alone, Pen said, “_y/n_ tell me everything.” _y/n_ flushed, a bit exasperated, and said, “The answer is, I may never tell you anything about my sex life again. But thanks, Penelope.” _y/n_ winked at their friend and left the office with a smile on their face. Garcia gave a little excited scream of happiness as she moved back to her desk. Sometimes when things didn’t go to plan, it still worked out.

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usodhdkdh I DONT REMEMBER THEM TIME TO MAKE NEW ONES :3

so i’ll give you three options, choose whichever one is easiest okay?

you notice izuku is stressed and you take him out on a date + give him flowers (i think his reaction would be cute)

you sing for izuku for the first time or or or YOU GUYS DUET SOMETHING :0

you watch a horror movie with izuku and then y’all hear some noise and you both are petrified in your seats because i think he’d be super scared in horror movies too

flora i love your blog so much! i just wanna give you a few compliments dont mind me:

- thank you for being so kind and nice to me for no reason!

- THANK YOU FOR JUST INTERACTING WITH ME it makes my day and i love seeing you on my dash

- your writing <3 it’s so funny and sweet at the same time i’m always smiling while reading it

again congrats on 2k <3 take care of yourself

⊹˚.🦇 WATCHING A HORROR MOVIE - BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA

🦇. flora's notes : so as i told u in dms, i couldn't write a fic without being shit so i made headcanons instead i hope that's okay 😭. and thank you so so much for your sweet compliments, OF COURSE I INTERACT W U, MY FAVORITE THING ON HERE IS TO TALK WITH PEOPLE, and you're just so so adorable how could i not ? 💓

🦇. exciting news : this is the beginning of my halloween themed posts 🤭 of course i will still post regular posts but if u have autumn/halloween themed requests PLEASE SEND

🦇. female, male and gn reader friendly 💓

m.list | comment or reblog if you enjoyed !

⊹˚.🦇 IZUKU MIDORIYA

🦇. he NEVER watched horror movies before you, he kept a safe distance between him and the horror section of netflix

🦇. you actually suggested the idea on your first Halloween together

🦇. he didn't want to upset you, so he agreed BUT HE WAS FREAKING OUT on the inside

🦇. he wanted to be like those couples you see on social media, where he was the strong guy holding his scared lover and reassuring them

🦇. and so that's how he seated, your back against his chest and his arms around you

🦇. but he couldn't help but jump when a sound was particularly loud or when a monster came on the screen

🦇. and his hold on you got tighter, like MUCH tighter

🦇. "are you scared izu ?", "no I'm just uh-uh surprised that's all... yes I'm scared" he admits, looking away from your gaze

🦇. "it's okay izu, that's what horror movies are for, don't be ashamed !" you kiss his cheek and hold his hand to reassure him

��. he asks so many questions too cuz he has no knowledge on the paranormal lore😭

🦇. "wait how can they get the demon out of the body ? how did it even get in ? i so don't want that to happen to me it looks so scary. y/n what is that symbol ? does it work in real life ?"

⊹˚.🦇 KATSUKI BAKUGO

🦇. huge horror movie fan and will never say no to one

🦇. talks too much

🦇. "ugh that was so predictable", "i knew this was gonna happen, about 20 movies have the same scenario tsk"

🦇. HE'S LIKE THE "I BELIEVE WHAT I SEE" GUY

🦇. he doesn't believe in paranormal stuff so he's just so chill during the movie

🦇. sleeps peacefully after while you're lurking everywhere if Samara from the ring didn't just come out of your TV

🦇. he wakes up and tries to keep you from moving by putting a strong arm around you, "why the fuck are you moving so much dumbass ?"

🦇. "the uh- the movie it-", "tsk, shut up and come here. nothing's gonna hurt you on my watch" he says, pulling you closer

🦇. if you let him choose the movie, he will make some snacks

🦇. he will never admit it, because it's katsubabe but he loves making snacks for you to enjoy while he cuddles with you on the couch

⊹˚.🦇 SHOTO TODOROKI

🦇. he kind of always wanted to do those clichés stuff couples do and watching movies with his s/o was on his bucket list

🦇. and he was the one asking you, in perfect shoto style-

🦇. "y/n, I have a list of everything I want to do with you and I want to watch a horror movie tonight" very straightforward but in a cute way AND AT LEAST Y'ALL DON'T HAVE COMMUNICATION ISSUES

🦇. of course you said yes cuz he's just adorable

🦇. STIFF AS A STICK

🦇. he never says no to watching movies with you, he LOVES feeling like he protects you by having his arms around you

🦇. he never reacts to the jumpscares or the monsters but he really enjoys watching horror movies

🦇. now he has subscribed to so many paranormal/true crimes youtube channels and has articles on them on his phone too

🦇. watches the Netflix releases and puts the one he wants to watch with you in the watchlist

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munsonthemisfit · 1 year

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This following post will be a rant about the fanfiction situation we have seen over the last couple of days. Please note: this rant covers the topic of child endangerment, assault, interacting in nsfw ways with minors, taboo themes and the internet's reaction to it all.

This post DOES NOT condone the creation of said subjects and does NOT go into detail about anything graphic other than explaining the situation at surface level. If this makes you uncomfortable then please skip this post, I have put it under a "keep reading" to ensure you aren't forced to read something that makes you upset <3

*sighs loudly*

Alright, fuckers. Buckle up, I’ve got something to say.

Firstly, there’s a major difference between a subject being dark/taboo and literally straight up illegal. I'm unsure how you cannot understand that, but here we are I suppose?

I do not care what your personal opinion is on the matter, there is a huge difference, and if you are someone who feels comfortable writing/reading/reblogging illegal material like what we have seen over the last couple of days, I truly have no shame in calling you out in the slightest. You can take that up with God or whatever kinda thing you believe in; I’m judging you and I’ll call you out on that shit when I see it. Things are illegal for a reason and I'm unsure why anyone feels the need/urge to post that kind of content without needing their hard drives checked in all honesty.

Fanfiction is a community; fandoms are a community.

We need to keep our community safe.

Writers post things with trigger warnings and content warnings, readers need to heed those warnings before consenting to interacting with it. We post smut for adults and everything else is free for all ages to enjoy.

We heavily insist that minors keep away from our content because as adults, we shouldn’t be interacting with any of y’all, but we know the risks when we post. There’s always going to be children who don’t listen, don’t respect our warnings, don’t get the hint that we block them for our protection as much as their own. Which is why writers (at least ones with their morals in check) will post on everything possible that minors are not allowed/will be blocked if caught interacting, and at almost 27 years old, I stand by this.

I don’t care if you think I’m an asshole, I do not consent for minors to be in my circle. If you are a minor and you choose to interact regardless of our boundaries/warnings, you are proving why we have to resort to blocking anyone we find infiltrating our bubble.

People over 18 do not even need to be interacting with minors, let alone providing them nsfw content, that isn’t for you yet. Kids will find ways to get what they want, and the older half of fandoms are aware of this because we used to be you, but you can’t get mad at us for doing our best to filter you out of our pages.

We do not want to appear complicit for providing any sort of adult content for you children. We have the right to protect our online space however we see fit.

Writers post stories with brief descriptions and warnings at the very top of their posts¸ to allow anyone scrolling by to know whether things are going to be your cup of tea. Even if these posts are reblogged, funnily enough, warnings and descriptions are still the first thing you can see.

I'm unsure on how people have chosen to use the excuse “I didn’t see/know” because there is literally no way you could have avoided that. To interact in any regard (liking/reblogging/commenting) you have to scroll past the entire story to get to those buttons, don’t try and say that you ignore the entire block of text in favour of interacting without knowing a single thing about it.

I refuse to believe that anyone who is on Tumblr is just “so busy” that they can skim read all forms of warnings on a horrendous post and still go ahead and spread it/encourage it by interacting. If you are going to be complicit, you are coming across as complacent.

If you choose to interact/spread horrendous content with the excuse of “well I didn’t know” despite the fact the writer themselves gives you a warning on the content, you are part of the problem.

When you come online, you have to do your part. Read things.

Take the time to truly see what is within your community, it is not our job to police it. We shouldn’t have to come and message you every time we think you are connected to something we don’t want to see, we don’t have to slide into your dms and ask if you knew what you were doing. If you have liked/reblogged a post with content we don’t like, that is you showing that you are complicit, that is you making a public statement of “this is okay with me, here my name and face is attached to positive reinforcement of giving this user notes” and that is enough to make us block you.

If you can “casually” like/reblog because you “skimmed” something, we can block under that same principle. We see your name attached to something illegal, we block. We don't owe anyone a second chance, if something makes us umcomfortable, we can remove it from our circle without needing to defend our choices.

I’ll be honest, I’m a busy person, I skim read. Yes.

However, the difference is, I will still take the time to ensure that what I am skim reading isn’t something illegal, and apparently that is something some of you are unable to do. If I have gone out of my way to like a post to get back to it later, I have skim read over the vague tone of the post beforehand, so I would have seen the giant fucking warnings that explain a post has some messed up shit in it.

I literally do not understand how you could have read over the warnings and gone “yep – I’ll read that later 😊” and then gotten upset that we have seen your name attached to the notes. That is a pathetic excuse. You should have seen the warnings and subject and taken a couple extra seconds before acting upon it.

It’s completely different if the author had sneakily slipped that in or not given a heads up about the subject, but they did, there is no excusing it, really.

As I said before, it is not our job to police things. I’m not going to sit and refresh a horrible person’s post and contact each person who likes/comments/reblogs it and be like “did you know that you’re doing this?!” because it’s not my job and you have already proven yourself to be okay with it as you’ve interacted.

We have full time jobs, classes to be attending, life to be living, we sure as hell are not going to slide into multiple DMS and question your every decision. If we see that you are causing the horrid writer to think we want more from them by interacting positively, we are going to see that as a red flag and block at source.

It might be just me, I’m not sure, but if someone tags their posts as “dark/taboo” then I will check out their page and see what their limits are. I want to know that I’m comfortable interacting with the type of content they will be writing. I don’t want to like one post from them and find out later that they post something utterly horrific because then I would appear complicit with their entire nature and that makes me massively uncomfortable.

So, yes, I will look at someone’s page and get a vibe check before interacting because funnily enough I don’t want my name attached to their potential abuse. It seems like the bare minimum to check out who’s in my circle and make sure none of us are encouraging illegal shit, y’all don’t vet authors who post and make sure they aren’t using fanfic as a way to normalise their morbid nature?

People aren’t getting policed for everything they say/do, people are being called out for attaching their name so confidently to a person/blog/story that has some horrendous content.

We are allowed to voice our discomfort and announce our detachment from said person/blog/story to bring awareness to those who were unaware to give them the chance to either consent to those posts in their circle or block at will. I’m not saying we should run around with pitchforks screaming “*insert @ here* is a nonce!!!!” if they “accidentally” like a post to “read later” as they claim, but I’m within my right as an adult with a moral compass to block/unfollow anyone I see liking that shit.

I don’t owe you an explanation, a chance at forgiveness, anything.

If something you have done makes me uncomfortable, you aren’t allowed near my page, why is that so hard for anyone to respect?

“Not everyone fully looks at content before they reblog it!!” Well, maybe y’all should start. Welcome to the internet, where you need to understand that actions have consequences. Accidents happen, but you’ve gotta accept responsibility and realise that accidents still have reactions.

If you do something we don’t morally agree with, even as an “accident”, and we are uncomfortable, we are blocking it.

“They only warned about *insert two illegal topics here* so why are you mad about us interacting with *insert different illegal topic here* that we ‘didn’t know’ was included?” – bruh, please try and have some self-awareness. People have different boundaries. If they are uncomfortable with you supporting any content with any illegal subject involved they are well within their right to block you.

The fact it took us mere seconds to skim read their accounts and find the problem, yet you are using the defence that you had “no idea” despite the fact y’all were the ones interacting with the account speaks volumes, my dude. Why are you promoting shit you “don’t agree with” and acting like you were clueless when it took us all mere seconds to find the problem and decide we aren’t okay with it?

You need to be way more careful with what you interact with online, that’s what needs to be taken from this.

Like I said – it is not our job to sit and gatekeep things 24/7. If we see people interacting with content we don’t agree with, blocking you is completely within our rights to do. You need to be responsible for your own online interactions and maybe not skimread things.

This isn’t directed at any one person, more the whole community.

I’ve unfortunately seen people defending their actions, I’ve seen many call out posts, I’ve seen people stating their repulsion to this situation, I’ve seen it all and acted accordingly. It’s that simple. This isn’t a hate post, I’m not indirectly mentioning anyone, I’ve just gathered the gist of the situation from the stream of it on my dashboard and this was my personal standpoint.

If you’re going to get mad that people are hurt over you mindlessly interacting with posts where people have fantasied and romanticised the idea of any character harming children in any form, whether you liked the posts “by accident,” or because you are a sick fuck, that is your problem, frankly. You cannot hurt people's feelings (whether it was by accident or maliciously), then get mad at them for being hurt.

You need to do better and actually read what you are interacting with before you do that. People are allowed to be hurt and uncomfortable and angry and upset over others deciding to sexualise horrendous topics.

We can’t exactly stop the content being made, but we can keep our circle clean of that shit and block/unfollow anyone who’s values clash with our own.

It’s that simple, internet. <3

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To/for all fanfic readers and writers, with lots of love ❤️:

Hey friends 💗 so, as many of you already know, a lot of fans (many of them fanfic writers) have been leaving tumblr lately and our community has been affected by a lot of negativity and stress for the compounding effects of multiple reasons. Though this is by no means the ONLY reason, fanfic writers have recently dealt with a lot of undue hate, unnecessary drama, and not enough appreciation.

Writers don’t only write for validation. HOWEVER, the experience and practice of writing comes with a lot of feelings of inadequacy and imposter syndrome. Moreover, writing is primarily a mode of connection. Al of art is. People who write, paint, make music, build stuff…we all do so as ways to express ourselves and connect with others. And getting to share what you write at the end of the writing process adds a layer of meaning to what you do that wouldn’t otherwise exist if you just saved it in a little folder somewhere on your device. So, when writers feel more stress and drama than appreciation, support, or any sign that the connection they reached out for has been made, it naturally makes us question what we do.

It pains me (and I know so may of my mutuals share this sentiment) to see so many talented and beautiful souls leave the fandom space because the culture of community and support that used to be here is no longer inclusive of everyone. It seems, these days, every time I log on, I’m seeing more and more mutuals saying that they’re going to leave, take a long break, or stop posting. I don’t know about you all, but I know I speak both, as a reader, and a writer, when I say that other people leaving is not good for them, for me, or for anyone who loves this fandom and this community.

What can we do about this?

Writers:

Hello my babies ❤️ I love you all. I see you all.

PLEASE OH PLEASE KEEP WRITING.

You’re doing amazing. You are the glue that holds this community together. You make art. Inspire conversations. Stir other people’s imaginations.

Art produces art. I started posting on here because I read the writing of other talented people on here that MADE ME want to start doing it.

Whether you write little blurbs, take request, writer multi-chapter, long, thousand + word fics, or just concepts; whether you write smut, fluff, angst….whatever it is that you do, you are valid. Important. Needed. Necessary.

When the inevitable “hiatus” occurs or even in between shows….who do you think this fandom depends on for keeping the energy alive? Writers.

Writing can be a lonely and self-loathing experience. We need each other. Reach out to other writers. Lift them up. Support them.

Share your work with one another. Discuss. Fangirl. Celebrate yourselves and each other. No, no, no ,no!! I heard that. I heard that sneaky voice in the back of your head telling you that you don’t have the right to call yourself a writer or to celebrate cuz you’re not even that good. FUCK THAT SHIT. YES YOU DO. YES YOU ARE.

Readers

Y’all are so so so special. ❤️ yes we write to entertain ourselves. Yes we do it cuz it’s fun. But when I tell you that there is no greater joy to me than reading y’all’s thoughts in the tags when you reblog, or seeing your comments or asks….literally means more to me than anything.

Do NOT let anyone make you feel bad or guilty about enjoying fanfiction.

If you like a fic, engage with it. Like, comment, reblog, reach out to the writer and let them know that you liked it.

Bonus points if you let them know WHAT you liked about it. I promise you, you’ll have that talented and slutty and sweet mf kicking screaming twirling their hair and smiling for the rest of the day if you tell them you enjoyed what they wrote.

You are never bothering us. We never get tired of your kindness. It’s never repetitive. It’s never meaningless. Any time that you say something, your comment will pop into our head when we next question whether or keep going or not.

Sooooo….what do we do about this?

I encourage you, whether you’re a new writer or a writer with a platform, please don’t stop because some childish killjoys with inferiority complexes wanna take your shine away. Post your work. Enjoy the unique pleasures of making art outside of the structures of capitalist consumption. Nobody is paying you for this. Nobody is estimating the value of your worth and trying to market your labor. Do you know how rare that is???

Writers support writers. Lift each other up. Share each others work. Give each other feedback. Remind each other of each others talent when you see someone starting to doubt themselves or haters getting under their skin.

Readers: like, COMMENT, FUCKIN REBLOG. it takes an extra second. It’s worth more than you know. Do it. It’s the least you can do for someone who has poured their heart and soul into something and delivered it to you on a silver platter.

Writers, readers, shitposters, fans a like: look out for one another. Take care of each other. Have each others backs. If you see a hateful comment, if you see someone trying to gate-keep, shame, or alienate anyone for any reason, CALL. THEM. OUT. Actions have consequences. If you’re so cowardly as to take yiu hate from one platform to another, you don’t have the write to make people feel like shit and ruin their hobby without consequences. You’ll be called on to answer for your bullshit.

There is no hierarchy within the fandom. You don’t get to tell someone how matty will feel about them as a fan and you don’t get to judge the way that someone participates in this fandom.

This month, a lot of your favorite authors will be posting October/ fall/ Halloween themed fics because of this. I think it’s the perfect time to revisit the way that we do reader and writer appreciation around here. I encourage you all to engage with fanfiction more personally and help make this fandom safe for everyone.

#matty healy fanfic #the 1975 fanfic #Ross McDonald fanfic #george daniel fanfiction

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junkbbykow · 1 year

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💎🎠🎀 𝒫𝒜𝒞 - 𝒞𝒶𝓇𝑒𝑒𝓇 𝒜𝒹𝓋𝒾𝒸𝑒 & 𝐹𝒾𝓃𝒶𝓃𝒸𝒾𝒶𝓁 𝒰𝓅𝒹𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓈 🎀 🎠💎

Collab with @daarlingdatura! This PAC is all about the current state of your finances and what is coming just around the corner for you love bugs 💐

Visit my newest reading ‘Ur That B*txh’

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PILE 1 - Knight of Wands | Queen of Pentacles

Pile by @junkbbykow

There’s obviously something you want. Bad and you are move towards it with speed. Don’t forget your manifestations are already yours and it is okay to rest, have fun, and so on.

Doors are opening and it’s up to you to walk through them! I made a post about this that I think y’all should check out here!

This project ignites passion, spontaneity, and creativity in you that people can only dream of. Like I said before REST and also evaluate the opportunities with the rose tinted glasses off. Rushing into things can have consequences down the line.

With the queen following this energy, this venture is your BABY. Put your love, energy, and time into this, but I don’t need to tell you this. This opportunity is bringing in stability and security which is probably why you’re going so hard for it. Send gratitude out into the universe and share this stability in the present. Being kind and loving always comes back ten fold. But before you nurture others, nurture yourself!

I see this project leading to A LOT of abundance and coming into your power. Y’all are entrepreneurs, artists, or something. You have an incredibly forceful energy and you are busting down doors and making this world (or industry) yours for the taking. Trust yourself. Believe in who you are and what you have to offer.

I pulled a song for you and all I have to say is don’t let people leech off of you or your success. Sometimes people have to do work for themselves in order to reap the benefits. You probably love these individuals but me mindful of needing to create your own abundance and manage it for longevity. ALSO, please reevaluate some of these relationships. They may not be as loving as you think, but that’s for you to decide. Nobody has the power to stop your success you can only give them the power to. (I an OF COURSE not meaning in a systematic oppression way more on a 1:1 basis) Have a mind of matter perspective 🐬

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PILE 2

Pile by @daarlingdatura

There's a lot of information here. It seems like a lot of you have felt overwhelmed and bogged down by your current job or financial situation. Hold on tight though, it's time to start preparing for transition. I see here that although your current situation may feel drab or unlucky there is some kind of abundance hidden amongst it all. It's clear to me some of you can be rather ungrateful for the stability you've developed for yourself, you may forget to appreciate everything you've cultivated. Constantly living from a mindset of lack and disadvantage. When in reality your situation is just going through a change rn. I know the stagnance has been intense, and I feel like some of you could get a job offer from a parent? I'm gonna say really rationally think through if that's healthy for you. Some of you should take the offer and other's shouldn't. Don't put yourself or your livelihood at risk any further. A lot of you may not realize but if you just hold on a little tighter and keep pushing some form of recognition is coming for you. I really do feel like someone could've done work on some of y'alls money and livelihood? If you seem to have horrible luck with money and always be in a situation then it might be time to do an uncrossing and reflect on your relationship with money. Anyways, a lot of you have been feeling a need for public recognition and I do feel it's coming. Whether it be praise for your change in work ethic and taking things more seriously. Or on a more personal level with art and creativity. If you're in hot water at work you may be able to appease to a grandmotherly type figure by taking things on very seriously and just being sure to upkeep a calm home environment. Many of this pile is in big need of personal responsibility and accountability. There's a tendency to blame others or not want to be real with oneself. all in all, know that everything happening right now can and will get better. If you have been the main breadwinner a bit of stress may be relieved off of you. You need to put more energy into recognizing and releasing your flaws so that you can become a better version of yourself. The star popped up in this reading, but it seems like you are lazy and don't really recognize or put energy into this star power. What you may not see for those of you in a relationship is that a continued better attitude towards your connection on both ends will bring in more money, success, comfort, and even artistic recognition. Collaboration may be a key here, someone could end up making a mixtape or album that goes viral or gets very popular under some kind of moniker with their partner.

Okay so the Financial advice part I am going to channel. Please do an uncrossing, because someone is really betting on your financial downfall right now. For some of you it could be the aforementioned parent who wants to give a job offer. If you do this money uncrossing, you may find there is a great amount of hidden abundance and even some lenience popping up for you guys. Many of you may run across an even better job offer or opportunity that pays you properly and is significantly less stressful. It's just really important here for you to put protections around your money, finances, home stability, and relationship.

If you'd like a more personalized look at this situation hit me up for a 15$ branch off reading.

PILE 3 - Chariot | Ten of Cups

Pile by @junkbbykow

Your career or the next level of it is on its way to you! I feel like maybe you feel as if there was a certain inheritance or something you worked extremely hard for that you never received the fruit of your labor for. It was either delayed or something much more abundant than the typical inheritance is going to come to fruition.

You are special and that comes with hardships but also great abundance. I know your tired. Rest, conserve energy so that when the moment strikes and that opportunity knocks on your door, you’ll be ready.

Lmao I just heard a gunshot and it seemed kind of like an off to the race’s energy. You’re in the energy of carboloading, stretching, and mentally preparing yourself for this next race. Be prepared for obstacles but nothing obscene or out of your capabilities 🐅

Remember this is a race, not a chase. What you are manifesting is already yours. You’re waiting on your moment to act on it.

The race leads to HEAVY abundance. You’ll be able to rest and enjoy the the beauty of the universe. Connect with this energy by meditating in nature or reflecting daily on the aspects of your day that brought you joy in peace.

You’re tired I get that but don’t quit when you’re so close spirit is right there with you to make SURE you pass the ‘finish line’ 🍁

You’re going to recognize you have power for a different reason ‘See I’m fiercer now. I got a job. I got an education, and I got someone waiting at home for me gahd damit.’ You hold your power nobody or anything else use it as you see fit babes 🥮

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PILE 4

pile by @daarlingdatura

Hello Pile 4, I'm seeing these are my people who may own their own business or be spiritualists/readers. You're on fire right now, and I see that you've been making a lot of moves and advancements towards a better future. An offer is still coming, many of you may have gotten downloads about this offer or opportunity. It's just on hold for a bit, there are circumstances around you that are kind of creating a situation in which you need to go into hermit mode right now. There could be someone actively trying to meddle with you Pile 4. Many of you could also be drawn to pile 2 or have a partner experiencing what is happening for pile 2. You're being asked to shed what keeps you from bringing n the abundance you're really seeking. The water is hot right now, but by making sure not to share your plans, ideas, motivations, or energy with anyone outside of yourself, your relationship, and your obligations you should be okay. It's important to keep fighting, just have faith in your future and know that you will be okay no matter what. You don't need to do an uncrossing like pile 2. As much as you need to posting nothing personal on socials, up your protection, and if you also relate to pile 2 or your partner gets pile 2 they need to do an uncrossing like seriously badly. Balance is coming, the fruits of your labor are paying off. Don't worry, just keep fighting and pushing.

Try not to give money to other people right now or share money. It's important you hold onto everything you've got. Don't share your finances or your situation with anyone, keep it all extremely private. Consider not even telling anyone in your direct vicinity including partners. You are trying to make something blossom, transmute the shit other people send your way. It's really important that everything is kept private and well put together. You may need to bite off more than you can chew rn to make ends meet. So if that means temporarily lowering prices or coming up with new and improved methods of making money then do that. There is abundance on the other side, I realize you've been hearing this for so long. You just have a few more things to be put in order. I'm sorry it keeps getting delayed pile 4. Best of luck, please keep faith and know that in the end you will be happy and blessed.

Thank you for reading! Please follow @junkbbykow and @daarlingdatura for more :)

#Spotify #witchblr #intuition #beginner witch #astrology #baby witch #witch notes #gratitude #healing #spirit guidance #ancestors #tarot pac #intuition game #intuitive readings #pick a card reading #pick a card #pick a pile reading #pick a picture #pick a number

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sailor-aviator · 1 month

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I’m so glad you’re calling this out! People don’t respect boundaries and were made to look like the villains.

Tbh, I deleted the post you’re talking about after some confusion. I don’t think I worded some of it correctly, so I’ll rewrite it here.

I love supporting my friends and their fics. I love chatting with the fellow content creators one on one about their fics. I love talking about new ideas about the fics they want to write. When I reblog a fic with something along the lines of “Ah!! I’m so excited you’ve finally posted this! I’ve been waiting!!” It’s not because they mentioned it once on their blog, it’s literally because I have been talking to them in private chats about the work.

When someone I don’t really talk to or have never had a conversation with apart from the occasional one sentence reblog or comment starts tagging me in things? That’s where I have an issue. My blog is not a bulletin board or ad space for people to put their fics on. I try to reblog fics that don’t have very many notes, I really do (I’ve also been going through a bit of a reader’s block lately). I remember what it was like first starting out on this site as a first time fic author and being so excited to get ten notes on my fic. Now I’m nearing a milestone! I did that by tagging my fics with the proper hashtags and interacting with people who chose to read them. I never in a million years thought so many of you would want to read my silly little stories.

So believe me when I say, I totally get feeling wanting more people to see your fics. I wish more people saw mine too, but I’m very grateful for the people who stumble upon them and take the time to read them.

I also think it’s very interesting that when authors and other content creators on here set boundaries, we get such immense flashback from readers. We’re people, y’all, and the fact that we have to keep reminding everyone about that fact is, quite frankly, worrisome. We are not machines. We do not do this for a living. I do this for fun, and when I get push back for trying to set a boundary, whatever that boundary may be, it makes this less fun.

Again, I can’t speak for the other writers on there (but believe me when I say several conversations have been had), but for me personally? It all goes back to the fact that content creators are being stripped of their humanity. I remember how fun and interactive fandom used to be before everything started being monetized. I used to get asks left and right without even having written fanfic! Fandom used to be a huge community filled with laughter and debates like “did these two characters bang?” “That character is asexual and here’s why” “I wrote a fic that I think you might like and here’s the link. No pressure to read it though!”, not “here’s another update. Here’s another update.” “You haven’t posted in a couple of days, when are we getting an update?” “Will you read this and reblog it?”

Idk, I had this conversation the other day, and maybe I just need to accept the fact that fandom as I knew it is dead and gone. In another life, I would have really loved giggling about fics and headcanons with you all.

Anyway, can we please stop making content creators out to be the villains when they ask to be treated like human beings and not soulless machines?

#answered #anonymous #hey nonny nonny #this was long #long post #thanks for letting me use this post to vent Nonny #I know I didn’t say everything I wanted to say but yeah #it’s very nuanced as well so don’t read this and be like oh she’s seeing things as black and white #because they aren’t

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I try to keep this account light and fun. I want this account to be some sort of escapism for everyone. I want everyone to just vibe and chill but let me say something serious for a second.

This account will always believe in freeing Palestine and no, this does not mean I dislike Jewish people. That’s not what that’s saying. This argument reminds me of when someone says “black lives matter” and someone replies “oh wow, so what about white lives? You hate white people now?”.

You know that’s not what I’m saying. You’re just being ignorant to be ignorant. You know Black Lives Matter means Black Lives Matter TOO. Not more than. It doesn’t mean no one else matters. We matter ASWELL. And you know when people say “free Palestine” they don’t mean “fuck Jewish people. I hate them all. Yadayadya”. It just means “this genocide is terrible and I don’t stand for it”. If you follow this account and you’re Jewish, I genuinely don’t care. If you follow this account and you’re pro Israel though, that is where the problem lies. Some of y’all are gonna see this and unfollow because you wanna deny a genocide is happening or because “ugh. This account turned serious. How lame” but honestly if you can’t handle a single post highlighting something serious then maybe that’s something you gotta work on.

I’m young. I’m not a one stop shop for knowledge. I don’t know everything about everything so if you ask me a question, there’s a good chance I won’t know the answer. I know some of you are young too. A lot of us are confused and that’s ok. Please educate yourselves and do whatever you can to help. Boycott business that are funding this shit. Use those sounds and filters that generate revenue for these people in need. I don’t even know if all of them work but it doesn’t hurt to spare 5 seconds of your day to try and do some good. These are really simple things you can do if you don’t have money to donate yourself or maybe there’s no protests in your area. You may think “I’m only one person. Me boycotting doesn’t matter” but it does. One person becomes two, then four, then eight and the number keeps growing.

I don’t know how to give an inspirational speech and I didn’t plan how I’d format this post, I’m just saying what’s on my mind. This blog will always be a safe space for anyone (besides people who agree with genocide). Some of y’all will try to argue and imma be real, I’m not doing that. There is no neutral party. You’re either for or against genocide and it should always be “against”. Some of y’all will unfollow and that’s cool. Like I said, I want this account to be an escapism and something fun and I’ll keep that tone, but a post and some reblogs will not hurt y’all. If that’s a problem, you know what to do.

I’m not really sure how to end this. I guess I’ll say try to be safe, help out however you can and do not ignore the people that are suffering.

#Slices Speaks #free palestine

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dulcewrites · 2 years

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Flew too Close to the Sun (part 1)

Pairing: austin!elvis x black fem oc (Faye)

Summary: With a chance of a lifetime on the line, Faye convinces her sisters going Vegas is the right choice. The Williams Sisters meet Elvis. (Wc: 1292)

Warnings: Allusions to cheating, that's basically it

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Meet the sisters

A/N: Hiiii. I’m so excited to get this series underway. This is my first multi part work. I’m planning on it being 5 parts in total but ideas/changes always come to me so it could more or it could be less. I also have other Elvis ideas that I hope to post while this series goes on. Just some house keeping things: this starts during 1971/1972 and and he’s like 36/37. Also I expect the other parts to be longer, this is just laying ground work. Also this work will be a mixture of my interpretation of the movie plus my interpretation of the real Elvis. As always, please reblog, like, and follow if you see something you enjoy.

The room is eerily quiet, which is not typical for the Williams Sisters when they are together. This is Faye’s fault; she knows that, but frankly she’s trying to find a reason to feel guilty. They’re going to be singing back for Elvis Presley and it’s all because of her. Answering yes to the opportunity on the behalf of the group was a selfish, but Faye is always willing to admit she’s selfish when it comes to their career.

“You’ve done a lot of dumb stuff, but this takes the cake,” Dawn says somberly, getting up from her seat. “I need to go call Joseph.”

Picking up on the anger steaming out of Dawn, Faye doesn’t have the heart to tell her that Joseph, their manager, has already worked out flight details.

Both Faye and Shirley flitch when they hear the door to one of the rooms in their parents’ home slam shut. Thank God mama is not home. She expected Dawn to be upset, she’s never been a fan of surprises. Faye’s brown doe eyes flicker over to meet Shirley’s hazel ones. There are more beats of silence before Shirley breaks the tension.

“She’s not wrong. Not about the dumb thing; it’s just a heads up would’ve been nice.”

Her tone is soft but clearly frustrated, and it makes Faye’s heart sink a bit. She doesn’t know what to say. An apology would probably be a good start, but she’s not sorry.

“This will be good for us,” she says earnestly. “We all said that we want to broaden our sound. Think about all the people we could meet!”

“I’m not saying it isn’t a good opportunity. I’m saying it would have been nice to know about it before you said yes.”

Before the conversation between them can continue, Dawn reemerges glaring as she sits back on the coach next to Shirley. Joseph must have told her it’s a done deal.

“I know how y’all are,” Faye starts, not appreciating the evil eyes she’s getting from Dawn. “It would’ve been this huge back and forth and by the time we came a conclusion, they would’ve gone with some other group.”

“We’ve done the backup singer thing before, and we all hated it. Why would it be different now?” Shirley pipes up with a skeptical glance.

A slight chill runs up Faye’s spine thinking about that. It was right after they signed with Motown Records, and it was rough to say the least.

“I doubt doing the Chitlin’ Circuit with Pastor Buddy and the Holy Choir is gonna be the same as being in a luxury hotel,” she’s getting exasperated now. Plans have been made and they are leaving for Vegas in a couple of days anyway. “Elvis personally asked for us for this. Apparently, he’s a big fan of ours!”

A snort and an eye roll come from Dawn.

“Yeah, I hear he’s a fan of most women under the age of thirty,” she mumbles fiddling with her ring. Shirley lets out an indignant sound from the back of her throat while Faye scoffs.

She knows they’re worried about being out west, being away from mama and papa… being away from the men they love. But what is the point of being in the group if they aren’t going to take good opportunities.

“Look, I should’ve told y’all. But think of the world this could open us up to. We could work with different producers, make connections, and meet other artists. At least that’s what the man with the funny accent said on the phone,” Faye says with a confident smile.

The two other girls share a look before Dawn lets out a deep sigh.

“I have wanted to go out west,” she says slowly, and Faye lets out a squeal and jumps up from the loveseat. “But there are conditions. If we do this, we must do it right. No getting distracted, and we run everything by each other from now.”

Faye nods enthusiastically taking each one their hands.

“I have the best feeling about this!”

The next couple of days were a whirlwind for the girls. Packing, staying goodbye to their parents and loved ones, and preparing for a new chapter. Faye always gets anxiety about going on planes. Or maybe this time it’s the nerves of this opportunity. She doesn’t want her sisters to see her sweat; this was her decision at the end of the day.

“My feet are killing me,” Shirley sighs softly, swaying from foot to foot looking at her heeled boots. They walked in the beautiful theater of The International Hotel with other members of the band and backup.

“I told you not to wear those expensive death traps to begin with,” Dawn pushes her curls over her shoulder. “Would be nice if we could meet him already.”

They had been in Vegas for five days now and have met everyone in the staff but the star himself.

“He’s probably bu-…... oh wow,” Before Faye can finish her sentence, the sound slight commotion, and flashes of red and gold catches everyone’s eye.

It’s a sight to behold, Elvis Presley in the flesh. Adorned in a red pirate shirt, and a flashy belt. The sisters watch him go around and introduce himself to members of the band. Faye’s heart rate rises a bit the closer he gets to them. Despite already enjoying his music, she starts to understand how people can’t get enough him. The fainting, the crying, the fawning; it all makes perfect sense. Being charming will always go far in this business.

“He has quite the presence,” whispers Dawn. Even she sounds a little mystified watching him work a room. “Oh, look alive y’all. He’s coming over here.”

Faye instinctively brings her hand to her hair, trying to make sure each hair is in its proper place.

“There they are. The ladies of the hour!”

Faye wishes she could see their faces because she’s sure they look like deer in headlights. Shirley seems to be the first one to break out of the trance and goes to shake his hand.

“It’s so nice meeting you. Thank you for inviting us out here,” Shirley, thank God, is always levelheaded in situations like this. Dawn follows suit in introducing herself, while Faye on the other hand is a bit blinded by his smile.

“Pleasure is all mine darlins’. Big, big fan,” he replies brightly, dazzling blue eyes shift to Faye. “And you must be Faye, the one who asked about the costume budget.”

Dawn and Shirley both hold in giggles while Faye cringes recounting the conservation she had with Elvis’s manager. She was a bit curious about what they would wear, sue her. She also did not know “the Colonel” would take that note back to his boss.

Sensing her slight embarrassment, he brings her hand up to his lips to kiss it.

“Nothin’ wrong with a woman knowin’ what she wants.”

“EP! We need to get this show on the road,” a voice from the group of men that came in with him calls out.

While Faye tries to make sense of the interaction she just had, he politely excuses himself to get rehearsals officially started. The girls are silent for a moment, nothing but the sound of instruments tuning and people mingling flowing between them. Faye catches the look that Dawn and Shirley give each other. She hates that, the innate way they can say so much with just glances at each other.

Faye can’t help but wonder what their eyes are saying to each other. Instead of asking, she pushes those feelings aside and reminds herself how great the next couple of weeks will be. How good they must be.

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Family | Eddie Munson x y/n

if you’d like you can reblog my original work, but please don’t post it without credit. if you take inspiration from my ideas please tag me, I’d like to see how someone else would write it

TW: ABUSE, ABUSIVE PARTNER, PREGNANCY, UNPLANNED PREGNANCY, MENTIONS OF UNWANTED PREGNANCY/BABY, ABORTION, MORNING SICKNESS, HINTS AT EATING DISORDER (?) CAR CRASH, MENTIONS OF SUICIDE/SUICIDAL THOUGHTS

Word count: 7.2k

summary: Eddie and the group take care of you as you come out of your abusive relationship and then find out you have a baby on the way

y’all I am sincerely sorry for how long this got and how long it took to write and the fact that this is only a part one but uhm yea this took a week to write so I’ll see you in a momth for part 2 💀

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

“Ed-Eddie- Eddie please, I-I need you- he’s gonna k-kill me! God damn it- pick up yo- y-your phone- ahh! No, n-no please-” you whisper-screamed into the phone, until your boyfriend found you in your hiding spot in the linen closet. He snatched you up, throwing the phone across the room and then, throwing you.

“You dumb, stupid whore!” He screamed, kicking you so hard you felt your ribs breaking. You cried and cried, having no choice but to take the beating because of course you’re dating an abusive 6’4 grizzly bear for a boyfriend.

You had been dating (for all intents and purposes) for the last 3 years and it had been the worst 3 years of your life. It was okay for a few months but by the time you were 6 months into the relationship you had been forced to cut everyone off and you were buying more and more makeup than you knew what to do with to try and cover the bruises.

You had to cut everyone off, including Eddie. Especially Eddie. Adam, your “boyfriend”, hated how close you were with Eddie. He didn’t like how happy Eddie made you in comparison to him so he beat you till you could barely move your fingers enough to type out the text telling him you didn’t want to be in his life anymore.

You cried non stop for months, Eddie never knew about the abuse but he was just such a good person and was always te for you and always loved you and protected you when he could and you never ever imagined a life without Eddie in it. But when Adam started threatening to kill the people in your life, you had to cut them off to keep them safe.

And even here, lying in a puddle of your own blood, wheezing, barely able to hear, or see, you stand by the decision. Even on death's doorstep, you would’ve gone through it all a thousand times to protect him and everyone else in your life.

Eddie went over the speed limits 20 miles to get to you, falling to his knees and sobbing once he found you. He was sure you were gone. You weren’t breathing, he couldn’t find a pulse, and your lips were blue and your skin was getting paler all ready. He called 911 anyway. He had to try.

He didn’t know how, or why, but you made it. You woke up a few hours later, you told the cops everything and talked to Eddie for quite some time. You two hadn’t seen each ot in years, and came to find out this was the reason why. Believe me, Eddie was pissed he didn’t try harder to figure out why you weren’t talking to him anymore.

You didn’t say much after that night, and 3 weeks later you were okay enough to live out of your car, so you did. You left Eddie again, not wanting to be a burden to him any longer and started living in your car. You went back to work at the mall, making just enough to survive since you were working as a manager at one of the high end stores.

Yea, life sucked but it was okay for the time being whilst you healed the physical and mental wounds Adam left you with and got your life back. That was until, you were throwing up 1,000 times a day and couldn’t breathe without smelling something that made you nauseous. Not to mention, your boobs hurt badly and were getting swollen like you were about to be on your period, which was super late.

Between the stress of recovering and the relief of no longer being with Adam anymore you didn’t realize you were late on your period. You were scared shitless, this was not the time to be having a baby, especially one with your abusive ex-boyfriend as the father. You felt so stupid, so reckless.

Of course, all the tests you took came back positive. You cried for hours, called in sick at work and it got to the point we you were genuinely contemplating suicide. You knew you couldn’t afford the appointments and the clothes and the diapers, much less the actual baby and you didn’t even have a home. You’d probably end up giving birth in your car, it’d be a disaster and you couldn’t fathom letting an innocent little baby being born into that kind of shitty life.

You did as much research as you could, and you realized you would never be able to afford an abortion. You didn’t have insurance, so it would take forever to save the money and it was a lot more complicated and expensive the farther you got into the pregnancy. You had no choice but to have the baby, probably in your backseat, and probably leave it at a police station to hopefully go to a better family.

You cried nonstop the entire day, you felt like shit, and then you tried to eat and threw it up before you finished the meal and you genuinely felt like you hit rock bottom. You never imagined you’d be finding you were pregnant whilst living in your car barely 2 months after getting out of an abusive relationship that was so bad it almost got you killed at 22.

You thought you’d be in college right now, getting a journalism degree, sending and receiving letters from Eddie all the time, living the dream you’ve had since you were 15. Not this. Certainly not this.

Pregnancy really kicked your ass. You lost more weight than you could fathom, constantly skipping meals because every time you did eat it ended up in the toilet. You couldn’t afford new bras for a while and oh my god did that hurt like hell. You grew fast, it kinda scared you because eit you were farther along than you thought or this baby was gonna be pretty big compared to your small hips, which meant that giving birth was gonna tear you in half.

You were uncomfortable all the time, between the nausea, the sore boobs trapped in tight bras, your clothes being too small, your constant hunger yet persistent morning sickness, and your highly sensitive and emotional state, and your constant inability to sleep you were a complete wreck.

You were also starting to feel all the pain the pregnancy books mentioned, like the sore and uncomfortable feeling in your back, pressure in your hips and pelvis and the sore feeling in your stomach from the muscles getting torn apart for your stomach to grow. Your feet weren’t achy yet, which you were thankful for considering you were on your feet a lot at work.

However, about a month or so after you found out you were pregnant, you lost your job because the boss was sick of you always throwing up and being tired and always coming late and constantly asking if te was any way you could make some extra money or earn a raise.

You were actually kind of happy that day, you had scarfed down a breakfast burrito and didn’t throw it up, and you’d gotten a good amount of sleep last night.

You got through your day, no rude customers or anything, it was one of the best days you had in a while. That was until you were stopped by your boss on your way out. “Listen, uhm, I’m gonna have to let you go, y/l/n. I know you’re pregnant and everything, but you’re…a lot, okay? I’ve found someone better for the job so, uh, you’re fired” he said and you scoffed, tears filling your eyes.

You nodded and said “okay…uhm that's just- that’s awesome. It’s not like I need to eat to keep my baby alive or try to pay for an appointment to see if my child is healthy or anything like that. Fuck you, have a terrible rest of your day” You sniffled and threw your badge in his face and got out of te as fast as you could.

It’s 10pm, you worked the night shift for that asshole and all you wanted was to fucking punch him in his stupid face. You got to your car and just let it all out. You hadn’t cried once since the day you found out you were pregnant, after that you stopped letting yourself cry because it wasn’t worth your time and wouldn’t get you anywe but you couldn’t help it now. It was hard to suppress your emotions for so long, especially with all the hormones which made you wanna do nothing but cry most of the time.

If you hadn’t hit rock bottom before, you certainly had now. No job, no house, soon enough no car, and a baby on the way. You sobbed and sobbed, you couldn’t fucking believe this was happening. You should’ve known not to let yourself actually believe things were getting better. “Nothings ever actually going to get better, idiot” you thought.

You had nowhere else to go, the only person who might let you stay with them was Eddie, but you were sure after what you pulled a couple weeks ago he wouldn’t. Yet you still managed to get here, on his doorstep, a blubbering mess of tears and sobs.

“Y/n? O-Oh my god- what’s wrong, are you okay?” He asked and you sniffled. It was raining now so you were soaking wet, shivering a little. You shook your head and said “no- n-no, nothing i-is okay, I-I…I n-need somewhere to- to stay p-please” “of course, yea, come in quick…come in…it’s okay, breathe, relax. You’re okay, I got you” he said and you whimpered, trying to get to his bathroom.

“Alright, alright relax, try to breathe for me. I’m gonna grab you some clean clothes and you go ahead and take a shower, I already took a shower and Uncle Wayne is still out working for a while so use up as much hot water as you need” he said and you nodded. He wiped your tears away, not without you initially flinching first, and said “try to calm down for me, okay. I’ll make you dinner, what do you want?”

“W-Whatever you h-have is fine” you said and he sighed. He kissed your head and said “okay, the water is nice and warm. Hurry and get in, I don’t want you to get sick” You nodded and closed the door, letting out a shaky breath. You got your clothes off, finally being able to breathe without the bra squeezing your chest and your pants squeezing your bump.

You didn’t take too long in the shower, you just rinsed off and warmed up some and found what appeared to be one of his tight fitting shirt on the toilet seat, which worried you because he didn’t exactly know you were pregnant yet, the shirt you were wearing before was a little more your size but still hid your bump enough that it wasn’t obvious. He also left you a pair of shorts and he must’ve ran to the store really quickly cause he left a pack of panties too.

“Hey, hi, are you feeling better? I ordered pizza it’ll…be- be here soon…” he said, his eyes glued to your bump. He blinked a few times and smiled at you, offering a glass of water. You took it carefully and quietly said “just ask, Eddie…”

“Y-You’re pregnant? Like for real?” He said and you sniffled. You nodded and he said “how many months?” “I-I have no idea…I can’t afford an appointment and I don’t know how to figure it out for myself. My best guess is probably 4 months or so” you said and sat down at the tiny little “dining table” that was more for decoration than practical use.

He nodded and said “is uhm…is it…his?” “Yea…yea it is” you said and sighed shakily, looking down at the floor. You felt like a failure, Eddie was probably figuring out how to get you out of e as soon as possible.

“I uhm…got fired. And I’m living in my car, which I won’t have for much longer if I don’t start making money again to pay it off. I’m trying to save for an appointment but I don’t think I’m gonna be able to hold onto that money for much longer. I didn’t want to come e and bot you with this and be anot thing on your overly full plate but I just…I don’t have anywe else to go,” you said and tears filled your eyes again, your lip trembling.

He bent down in front of you, cupping your cheeks and wiping the tears away. He took a few deep breaths with you and said “it’s okay, y/n. I’ll always welcome you with open arms no matter what. God, every day since you left I’ve been waiting to see you again, to make sure you’re okay. You can stay here as long as you need to, I’ll take care of you. I promise. You’re not a burden or a bot or whatever the hell, you’re family, y/n. Family takes care of each other”

You looked away, trying not to burst into sobs but it didn’t help. “Hey, hey it’s okay…can I hold you?” He asked and you sniffled, nodding. Eddie quickly pulled you up so you were standing and wrapped his arms around you, letting you bury your head into his chest. You cried and cried and cried, you just kept remembering all the things Adam did to you and how much you’ve been going through and all the suppressed feelings were coming up with a vengeance.

He held you tight, kissing your head and rubbing your back. “E-Eddie…” you whimpered, struggling to breathe a little. He shushed you softly, he wanted you to just let everything out and relax a bit. “It’s okay, y/n. I’m here, I got you. Let everything out, relax. We’ll stand here as long as we need to” he said and you sniffled, nuzzling into his chest and fully wrapping your arms around him now.

You hadn’t been hugged like this in years, literal years. Hell, you really hadn’t been hugged much at all, Adam made sure he was the only person in your life and that you had no one else to be with or run to except for him.

“You’re okay, y/n…I got you” he whispered soothingly, resting his chin on your head. You let out a shaky breath, whimpering softly. Someone knocked on the door and you pulled away slightly, looking up at Eddie.

“I’ll get it, why don’t you get comfy on the couch?” He said and you nodded, smiling a little. You curled up on the couch, taking a deep breath as you watched Eddie bring two plates over as well as the box of pizza. He left and came back again with two beers and you chuckled softly.

He stuck his hand out with a beer in it towards you and when you shook your head, making him confused. “What, you don’t drink anymore?” He asked and you looked down at your bump, then back at Eddie. He gasped and said “crap- I’m sorry. You can’t drink while you’re pregnant?” “Nope…” you said and he shook his head.

“And that’s why I thank god everyday that I am not a woman” he said, bring you a bottle of water instead. You chuckled and he gave you a slice of pizza, and pulled out one of your favorite movies to watch toget. (I can’t think of a movie Eddie would be into from the 80’s)

You slowly ate the slice, not wanting to get nauseous but also not wanting Eddie to know how little you eat, he would definitely lose his shit if he knew how bad things were. He handed you a second slice and you shook your head, already feeling like crap from trying to focus on not getting nauseous.

“Come on, you’re eating for two, eat another slice,” he said and you hesitantly took it, getting more nervous by the second. You tried to focus on the T.V but after two bites you couldn’t handle it and ran to the bathroom to throw everything up.

Eddie followed you, holding your hair and rubbing your back. “This is uhm…this normal, I think. Pregnant people they…they throw up a lot cause…cause they’re pregnant” he said, trying to figure out how to be comforting.

You groaned and said “ye- fuck- yes, that’s what- shit-” you just kept on throwing up, not able to get a single sentence out. He cringed slightly, but you didn’t see it and he wouldn’t have done it if you could, but it was a little gross.

You sat back, wiping your mouth and flushing the toilet with your foot. He chuckled and handed you a little wad of toilet paper. You whimpered softly, placing a hand on your achy stomach. “What- what, do you have to throw up more?” He asked and you shook your head.

You sniffled and said “no, no I’m fine…I-I just…ugh I feel like shit now” You started tearing up, damn these fucking pregnancy hormones. You took a deep breath and said “do you have any extra toothbrushes laying around? Actually nevermind, I have one in my car”

“I’ll get it, I’ll be right back” he said and stood up, and sped off quickly. You closed your eyes, letting out a quiet sob. This was not supposed to fucking happen. You had stopped trying to get away from Adam because you knew deep down that unless he killed you there was no getting away from him so there was nothing left to do other than give up.

That was until, you saw a corroded coffin poster and had to go, you had to at least get a glance at Eddie for the first time in years. You did and Adam decided to come home early which meant he found out and that was the night he got arrested. You hadn't told Eddie that, and you didn’t plan on it because you knew it would break him.

“here,” he said and handed you a toothbrush. You brushed your teeth and he left you alone again, and sat down in the living room. He felt so bad for you, he wanted to hold you forever and just keep whispering that it was gonna be okay until it was. He put the pizza away, at some point in highschool or throughout his life he’d also heard that smells make a pregnant person nauseous as well.

You came back, your face all red and slightly puffy again as you curled into the corner of the couch. “Do you uhm…do you have to eat again….or uhm, w-what-” he said and you sighed. You ran your hands through your hair and said “I’m fine, I don’t want to eat again, I just uhm…I’ll be fine, thanks”

“Ok…” he said and sat next to you again, continuing the movie. You knew he wanted to ask about we you’ve been, if you’re keeping it, he probably had a million questions to ask you.

“We can uhm…we can talk about it now if you want to” you said and he nodded. He played with his hands nervously and said “where uhm…where have you been?” “I was living in my car…it’s not the safest or the most comfortable but I need to spend as little money as I can” you said and he nodded, a little sad knowing you were living in your car this whole time when he would’ve gladly let you stay with him for the rest of your life.

You sighed shakily, trying to stay relaxed and calm. “Is the baby healthy?” He asked and you shrugged. You chuckled and said “I have no clue, I can’t afford an appointment, remember” He nodded, giving a sad smile knowing you were struggling so much.

You sniffled and said “I…uhm I’m gonna have to give the baby away. I’ll probably leave at a police station or something, but I’ll never be able to take care of them the way they deserves” “You have to give it up, or you want to? You can tell me if you don’t want it. But if you do, I want you to know that we will make this work. You’ve always wanted to be a mom, y/n, ever since we were kids you’ve always been eager to take care of your baby cousins and the neighbors kids. Being a mom is something you undoubtedly were made to do. I know these circumstances aren’t ideal and you’re allowed to not be ready and to not wanna have this baby. But do you?” He asked and you sniffled.

You wiped a stray tear away and said “I-I have to…” “y/n….” He said and a few tears rolled down your face. He scooted closer and grabbed one of your hands. He held it tight as he said “do you want to have the baby you are carrying right now? I’m not gonna judge you for what you choose, and I’ll support you and take care of you either way”

There was a few moments of silence, your sniffles and whimpers the only sounds in the room along with the faint noises of the movie you were supposed to be watching. You looked up at him again and nodded as you said “I-I want to keep it s-so bad…I- I-I do…but I just- I can’t afford it, esp-especially since I’m fucking jobless now. And this- this baby- I can’t force them into a life as shitty as this, they’re better off w-with someone e-else”

Your tears had increased now that you were really saying it out loud and Eddie’s heart broke. “Hey, hey don’t say that. You and I - we can do this. You can live here for the rest of your life if need be and I will help you raise your baby and I will be here for you in every way I can and I will be the very best fucking uncle on the planet” he said, making you laugh slightly.

You sniffled and said “do you-…d-do you really th-think this could work? I mean- I-I-” “hey, if it’s what you want we'll make it work, okay? I want you to be happy, I want you to be the mom you’ve always wanted to be” he said and you nodded weakly.

You closed your eyes, trying to stop more tears from coming as you said “I am…I-I’m gonna keep this baby. O-Oh god,” He smiled and you chuckled softly, him giving a soft, reassuring squeeze to your hand.

You yawned and he said “you tired? Come on, I’ll get you nice and comfy in the bed and I’ll take the couch” “what? No, Ed’s this is your house” you said and he sighed. He stood up and said “it’s your house too, it always has been whether you needed it or not. And, you’re pregnant so if anyone deserves the bed it’s you, you’re sleeping for two now so you need to be as comfy as possible”

You just chuckled quietly to yourself, following Eddie into his room. He made the bed for you, putting on fresh sheets so you wouldn’t have to sleep on spilled beer and hot sauce all over the mattress. “Thank you, Eddie. For putting up with all this. I know I can…be a lot sometimes but you’ve always dealt with it, I couldn’t ask for a better bestfriend” you said and he smiled.

He turned on a fan and said “you’re not too much, y/n. I love taking care of you, I love seeing that pretty smile, it’s really not a problem” You gave him a soft smile, god you’d smiled more in the last hour and a half than you did in the last 3 years prior.

Yea, pregnancy still sucked after that. You found another job within two weeks and it paid decent considering you were now a waitress. Eddie had noticed your shrinking frame, besides the bump of course and hadn’t said anything yet, becuase he knew you couldn’t do anything about the morning sickness (morning sickness is a lie by the fucking way, and if you don’t think so tell that to y/n who woke up at 2am last night and damn near threw up all over the floor for no reason at all)

Anyways, you were supposed to meet the friend group today, after staying at Eddie’s for 3 weeks he’d had enough and insisted you had to, and you were really nervous. You kept feeling butterflies in your stomach, and they felt weirder than normal. Eddie had been so supportive, he’d bought every pregnancy book in sight and was helping you save for an appointment.

He would drive you to and from work, massage your feet for you after a long day and even try to help relieve any pressure in your back if you’d let him. He knew based off what he read that some women struggle to breathe as it is while being pregnant so when he realized that you were also squeezing your chest into a small bra he was adamant about getting you as many as he could afford so you weren’t uncomfortable.

He’d been dealing a lot, using it to go towards the appointment and buying you clothes, and stretch mark creams, and he’d even bought a few little onesies he saw that were too cute to leave behind. He loved every minute of it, he loved seeing you smile more and more everyday, because it meant you were getting better.

But still, you were still crazy nervous about meeting his friends. He talked about them all the time, and they sounded like good people but you hadn’t had good social interaction in a very long time. You two got in the car and he noticed how fidgety and tense you were.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” He asked and you shook your head. You sighed shakily and said “nothing it’s just…I-I’m nervous, that’s all” “don’t be…they’re gonna love you, and they’ll be excited they are getting a new member to the group again in a few months” he said and smiled at you, making you blush slightly.

He learned a lot more about what Adam had done to you as the weeks went on. A lot of late nights, and a lot of tears were shed to get there but those mini therapy sessions had you smiling more and more everyday. It was still pretty rare, but sometimes you’d forget about Adam and life felt like pure bliss for a moment.

You fell asleep on the way to the house so Eddie just carried you inside, making everyone relax because they still had some time to think about what they were gonna say and do. With your permission, Eddie had told them the basics of your situation and some of them nearly cried when they heard it. They just wanted to make you feel okay, make you feel comfortable.

“Don’t stare like that. No exotic animal staring, we talked about this” Eddie said as he tucked you in, kissing your bump and leaving you be. They all fidgeted nervously, eventually sitting back down wherever Eddie sat on the floor in front of you.

They fell into comfortable conversation, stopping whenever you made any small groan or movement. Eddie just chuckled at how careful they were, he knew you were fine, just uncomfortable because of the pregnancy and you’d fall right back to sleep in no time.

“Eddie…” you groaned, flipping over so you were on your back as your eyes fluttered open, your hands gently rubbing the sleep from them. He turned to look at you and said “hey, sleepy head. Are you okay?” “Yea, yea just…mmh” you said and stretched. You winced, scratching the itchy skin on your bump due to the skin stretching so much so fast.

“You’re on Steve’s couch by the way. You fell asleep in the car, and everyone’s getting pretty antsy and wants to talk to you” he said and your eyes shot open, you sat up so fast your heart practically stopped for a second as pain surged through your lower back.

“Ow- fuck! Eddie- god damn it why didn’t you wake me up?” You said and pulled Eddie’s your shirt down. You groaned, smoothing your hair down and Eddie chuckled. “H-Hi?” You said and they all waved or quietly said hi

It was the day after Christmas, so there were still tons of lights and a huge tree, and all kinds of Christmas decor. You looked down at your hands, picking at your nails nervously. “Guys…come on, say something” Eddie said, putting his hand on your lap so you could play with his rings and calm down.

Dustin took a deep breath and said “sleep well?” You nodded cautiously, feeling those butterflies again. They felt so weird and awfully strong, it was like there were real butterflies in your stomach.

“So like…there’s a real baby in there? Like, actually?” Robin asked and you chuckled. You looked down at your stomach and said “I hope so. I didn’t swallow a watermelon seed not to long ago so we’ll see” Eddie smiled, he was glad to see you weren’t stumbling over your words or anything, you seemed comfortable and relaxed.

You sighed and said “so uhm…w-what are your names?” They all said their names quietly, which made you wonder if they thought you were really fragile or something. “That’s…a lot” you said and Eddie stood up, sitting on the couch next to you.

“So like, you and Eddie?” Steve asked and Eddie rolled his eyes. He scoffed and said “god no, Steve. And you will not even try anything because if I find out I’m gonna kick your ass so hard you’re gonna be shitting your teeth out for a week. For fuck sake, she’s pregnant too, jsut cause she has a heartbeat doesn’t mean you have to date her”

You chuckled at the last part, but you’d be lying if you said that the way he said “god no, Steve” so fast didn’t hurt you. You’ve had a crush on him for years, and the hormones are probably making it stronger but you wished you were with Eddie everyday, and that when you gave birth in a few months you’d be holding Eddie’s left hand, both of your wedding rings shining as you brought your first kid into the world.

I mean, as of now you definitely weren’t ready for a relationship but they way he sounded so disgusted at the suggestion didn’t go unnoticed by you. “Ignore Steve, he’s a literal manwhore” Nancy said and you noticed Robin biting her lip as hard as she could trying not to laugh.

“Do you uh…know how to play D&D?” Dustin asked and Eddie shook his head. You shrugged and said “kinda? I’ve played games with Eddie over the years but I don’t know how I’d be now”

“Do you like Kate Bush?” Max asked and you nodded, you didn’t go out of your way to listen to her but you didn’t mind her music. They eventually started asking a million questions and soon enough Dustin and Steve went out to get everyone burgers and fries.

“So…Christmas just passed and uhm…you’re our new friend so we all got you some gifts” El said as her, Mike, and Will all carried them out. Your eyes widened and Eddie raised his eyebrows, he didn’t know about that.

You tried to tell them it was okay and you didn’t need anything, Eddie had to promise unlimited massages for the rest of the pregnancy just so he felt like he wasn’t doing something wrong by not giving you anything for Christmas.

Mike bought diapers, El bought a little onesies with Waffles all over it that had a matching pair of socks and a beanie, Will bought a little stuffed bear, Robin bought a bunch of cute little neutral outfits since you weren’t sure if it was a boy or a girl yet, Nancy and Jonathan bought a whole ass stroller which is when you started crying, Max bought a little music player that was supposed to help babies sleep, and when Dustin and Steve got back Dustin got it a pack of pacifiers that has little monsters all over it and Steve got it a few swaddles and blankets

“I…hate you guys,” you said, wiping your tears away as everyone laughed. Eddie chuckled, rubbing your back soothingly. You sniffled and said “at least it’s stuff for the baby and I’ll actually be able to use it” “yea, Eddie said you don’t really do gifts but we figured we could spoil the baby instead” Dustin said and you smiled.

You ate the best fucking burger of your life and they all asked more questions about the pregnancy, and also about you. You got up to get yourself more water, and noticed you still felt those butterflies from earlier.

“What’s wrong?” Eddie said as he came in and noticed you looking down at your bump like something was off. You looked up and said “nothing just…I’ve been feeling butterflies all day but I’m not really nervous any more, at least I can’t really tell if I am so I don’t know why it’s still happening”

“Butterflies? Are you sure they aren’t kicks?” He asked and you shook your head. You drank some of your water and said “no, no it can’t be. This is my first baby, I’ll probably feel them in a couple weeks, it’s a little early for me to be feeling kicks and stuff”

“That’s for most women. Maybe you’re special. Maybe your baby is kicking and you're an idiot” he said and you smacked his arm playfully. You chuckled and felt the butterflies again, making you start to wonder.

You lifted your shirt, pressed against your stomach and noticed a faint little twitch in your bump, as well as that butterfly feeling again. “Oh my god- wait, Eddie I think you’re right. Look, look,” you said and grabbed his hand, pressing it to your bump.

“Woah…that’s weird,” he said and you chuckled. You showed him how you could kinda see it too and he was like “dude, that baby is totally kicking…Jesus Christ we have got to get you to an appointment” “we actually can…I thought we had to pay a lot but we actually have more than enough for the appointment. Almost the amount for 2” you said and he smiled, he was really freaking excited, his kid or no.

The gang found out about the kicks, and they flipped out too, Dustin thought it was pretty cool and Steve thought it was pretty freaky that there was a real human in there. You totally crashed on the way home, Eddie was beaming at the fact that you did so good today and you weren’t super anxious for the most part, and you bonded so well with everyone.

He was so happy that you could finally go to an appointment, he literally called the doctors all by himself that night and got you an appointment for tomorrow. You were so happy when he told you, you felt so happy that you had that kind of person in your life who cared so much for you and you were especially glad that it was Eddie.

The next day, you ran a few blood tests and stuff, and after quite a while Eddie was waiting in the room with you for the ultrasound. “You think we can find out what it is?” He asked and you shrugged. He played with the ends of your hair as he said “what do you think it’s gonna be?”

“I feel like it might be a boy. I don’t really care though, I just want this baby to be healthy” you said and he nodded. Eventually when the doctor came in, you heard the heartbeat and literally burst into tears. Eddie couldn’t help his laughs, but he did struggle not to cry at the heartbeat. He was attached to this little baby too, he couldn’t wait to meet it.

“Ok…it looks like we’ve got a baby girl on the way. Look at those kicks, baby is very active at the moment” the doctor said and you sniffled. Eddie knew it was coming, you began to cry even more at the news that you were having a daughter.

Everything was pretty okay, but there were definitely some concerns which Eddie was gonna do his best to handle. The morning sickness was supposed to go away a while ago, and the doctors even believed that the reason you were losing more weight than you gained was because of the prolonged morning sickness. They prescribed some pills and medications that would hopefully help with it, and Eddie really, really hoped it would. The doctor told you not to worry too much, but he did want you to really make sure you try hard to improve it because it could be a problem in the future.

The baby was healthy, a little small but not too small to the point where it was putting her at risk. Eddie was just glad to know your little one was okay, he knew it would’ve been epically stressful for you if the doctor had given you really bad news.

Eventually you started really getting along with the group. You were closer to Steve and Robin, but the younger members were super fascinated by the kicks and the wriggles of your little girl so you spent plenty of time with them.

They’d even massage your feet for you when you asked, which you couldn’t help but take advantage of sometimes. Oh my god, and don’t get me started on how much they fed you. Ever since Eddie told them about how the doctor recommended you eat a little more, they’d been shoving food down your throat non stop. Every time you hung out with one of them, you ended up eating till you were absolutely stuffed.

One of your favorite moments was when you, Eddie, and Dustin were walking around getting baby clothes and stuff. You found a place selling burgers and stuff and had been complaining about how you were starving the whole way there. You then attempted to order a small combo and Dustin and Eddie threw a fit. You wanted the small combo cause it cost less but thing 1 and thing 2 weren’t having it and you absolutely had to get a large combo.

It took a while for you to be okay with asking them for the things you craved. You didn’t necessarily enjoy asking for food, period, so it was really big for them when you started asking for food of any kind.

They took care of you well, always making sure you were okay and the baby was okay. Every minor inconvenience caused by the pregnancy was taken care of, but you surely wouldn't dare to complain. “Hey, why are you awake?” Steve said and you groaned. You sighed and said “she’s kicking…a lot”

“Yea? You didn’t drink a whole lot of water before you went to bed did you?” He asked and you shook your head. “Have any caffeine today?” He asked. Again, no. “No, my kid is just a brat. I’m fine, Steve, really. Go back to bed” you said and he sighed.

Some of you had hung out and slept over at Steve’s house, and you knew you’d come to regret later considering this baby was super active at night. “No, you’re not fine. You should be sleeping. Is there anything I can do for you to help?” He asked and you shook your head.

You rubbed over the spot she was really kicking at and said “nope. Go back to bed, she’ll get tired eventually” He sighed, running a hand through his hair. He chugged a glass of water and said “if you aren’t up in time for work tomorrow I’m calling you in sick. No if, and’s, or but’s” You shook your head, acting scared as if that was a crazy punishment that would ruin your life.

The baby really liked Eddie, so sometimes he was stuck to your side all day long to keep her from kicking your ass. “Eds? Oh, please, please get over here” you said and he quickly ran to the bedroom in the trailer.

You sighed and said “please, just talk. If she hears your voice maybe she’ll stop” “oh- uhm…Hi, you know me. I hope so. I’m uh…uncle Eddie. I’ve been putting on all those super cool metal songs through the headphones for you to listen to. S-Start em’ young, you know?” He said and you groaned, grabbing his hands.

You placed them on your stomach where she wouldn’t stop kicking and took a deep breath, really hoping that she would just stop. She always kicks so much and nonstop, it’s honestly crazy. “Please…please….” You whimpered, you were trying to do laundry before this but the baby had a problem with that.

“I-I’m sorry” he said and was about to move away but you stopped him. You gasped and said “no wait, don't go…oh my god, oh my god you’re my savior” He chuckled, moving so he was more comfortable. He sat behind you, still keeping his hands on your bump and pulling you a little closer so you would rest against him and he could hold you.

You’d been getting closer with Eddie, when you first came to him you were terrified to be too close to him, let alone touch him. But now, a little side hug here and there felt okay. You really trusted him with your whole heart, which was big for him because he wanted you to have someone like that after Adam and for it to be him made him so freaking happy.

“You’re stuck here for the rest of your life” you declared, putting a hand over one of his as you smiled, feeling no harsh kicks from your little she-devil. Eddie chuckled, kissing your head. “How long was she at it for?” He asked and you sighed.

“I don’t remember really, but her kicks have been getting stronger and stronger the farther I get into this pregnancy and she was just trying to knock the wind out of me while I was doing laundry” you said and he sighed softly. You started folding up laundry and he said “glad I could be of service to you” “damn straight” you said and giggled.

However, things took a bit of a turn at the end of your 6th month of pregnancy. You started feeling weaker, and the meds weren’t working as well, and you got really dizzy sometimes. You didn’t want to freak Eddie out, so you didn’t tell him and hoped this was just some kind of fluke and it would pass.

But it didn’t, not at all. She kicked so much too, which kept you up night after night and you were finding it hard to sleep even if she wasn’t kicking up a storm. And it really became a problem when you were on your way to work and you passed out while driving.

yasss cliffhanger😝 (sike I just didn’t know how to end this and I was like “I need to do a second part this shit is getting too long omfg)

Eventually I’ll be writing for

Eddie Munson

Joseph Quinn

Jamie Bower

Steve Harrington

Robin Buckley

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