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#slightly related to that last post#idk if yall saw that time that i copy pasted kaitos entire wiki page entry into a discord chat as a joke#but i actually deleted one section#where the wiki had the most uncomfortably bad faith take about takuma's comment on how like#kaitos feelings for miu seem beyond a normal brothers#and jumped straight to being like yeah this game has implied incest NO THE FUCK IT DOESN'T HELLO ARE YOU INSANE#HE'S WEIRD IN A 'WHAT KIND OF TEENAGER WORRIES ABOUT HIS SISTER'S DENTAL HEALTH' KIND OF WAY NOT A CREEPY WAY SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP#PLEASE THAT IS LITERALLY THE LAST THING HE WOULD EVER WANT ANYONE TO THINK ABOUT HIM PLEASE#JESUS H CHRIST#okay i'm calm now i can go back to researching the history of the chlorenchyma#i wish that was a joke
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╰┈➤ ❝ desire • l.n c.l ❞ viii
part seven - part nine
➪ Charles hasn't paid much attention to you after your daughter was born but a certain Brit does.
➪ lando is here for the good, the bad and the ugly.
➪ mom!reader x dad!Charles x lando
➪ they are in fact my babies your honor 🥺 said I was gonna go super sweet, fluffy cute which okay..it still is but with a lil' spice 😇
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milliexoxo how about you delete that picture? It's taken without my consent?!
↳ y/nusername just capturing the moments where you're the sweetest
milliexoxo I will quit my job
charliecharlie you should find a real job instead
milliexoxo girl why would i when I can stay with a rich, hot milf, her cute ass daughter and occasionally her sugar daddy?
bott_ass not millie calling lando a sugar daddy 😂
charliecharlie she didn't say it was lando 🙄
bott_ass bffr are you blind?
yourmumsuser pretty zoë 😍😍
manon_roux the happiest baby on earth 🥺
norrizz just casually laying in the same bed lmfao
↳ chilisainz jesus christ, so I'm not allowed to lay in the same bed as my guy friends anymore?
norrizz girl relax, I actually love them together as friends or more I didn't mean for it to sound so negative 😭
lando4norris c'mon lads, they are not just friends anymore and I hope they get treated well by each other after the shitty partners they had before
hamilt44n please adopt me :(
landonorris my little tiger 🐯
↳ milliexoxo I'm pretty sure that's a panther pattern my guy 🐆
y/nusername time to take you both back to the zoo because that's a leopard pattern
milliexoxo we've got miss know-it-all over here you guys!
norry4 millie, leave your mother alone 😭
carlandooo what is this little family dynamic and why do I want to be a part of it?
norrislandooo why are we all ignoring lando calling zoë MY little tiger????? 😭
charlos16 lmfao my girl saw the pictures of Charles and Noelle and decided to show life is fucking amazing without them, good for her!
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chilisainz y'all remember that weak ass bouquet she got from Charles couple months back? 💀
↳ norry4 was thinking about that as well, my girl really had an upgrade in her men :')
yourmumsuser 😍❤️❤️
hannahh truly living the good life 😩
yukisan please let us know how how the books are if you've finished them!
yesrislando charles lurking in the likes
↳ charlesgirlies probably because that's his daughter as well 🙄
yesrislando does Charles know it's his daughter though? 🥺
milliexoxo come home, the kids (me) are missing you
↳ sharl16 damn, sugar daddy really took your sugar mommy away from you? 😭
landonorris pretty ladies 😍
↳ norrizz almost chocked on my tea oml this is everything to me 😭
norry4 I actually need them to be together!!!
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Okay Christine Daae is THE MOST UNJUSTIFIABLY OVERHATED CHARACTER IN MUSICAL HISTORY. THERE I SAID IT.
This VERY YOUNG WOMAN somewhere from 15-22 lost her father, the only person she ever had, at a young age and found her way of expressing grief through music. a MUCH OLDER MAN (we are not going to deny this fact please) saw her and decided to take advantage of that grief in order for her to fall in love with him (I know he had his reasons but it STILL HAPPENED) and after she found out how the man manipulated her she still understood why he did it, even after he KILLED PEOPLE she saw that he just wanted her love, and even after he threatened to KILL HER AND HER FIANCÉE for EXISTING (“now let it be war upon you both”) she was VERY smart and knew how to break the murderous trance that Erik was in, by showing him the one thing she knew he needed, compassion. She has the unique ability to see good in people when it’s not visible to anyone else, even after it seems like they’re past the point of ever being good again. That’s some LUKE SKYWALKER SHIT. She is literally a HEROINE who does not let anyone’s shit get to her, not raouls dumbass plan, not Erik’s anger. She wants to SING HER SONGS and she WILL, DAMN IT. Yes she’s naive sometimes but what did you want?? Her to be perfect?? Then you’d just call her a Mary Sue. Also she was a GRIEF STRICKEN YOUNG GIRL WITH FAITH IN THE WORLD OF COURSE SHE’D BELIEVE A NICE VOICE TEACHING HER TO SING AND BELIEVE IN HERSELF.
Christine Daae is a SMART, BRAVE, EMPATHETIC, ABSOLUTELY AMAZING CHARACTER AND IF I SEE ONE MORE PERSON BLAMING HER FOR *ANYTHING* THAT HAPPENED TO HER I AM GOING TO EXPLODE.
(Disclaimer: this is not an anti erik or anti raoul post, this is a PRO CHRISTINE DAAE POST) (GOD I LOVE HER)
Edit: Jesus some of you guys saw “this is not an anti Erik post” and said this sign can’t stop me because I can’t read 😇😍
Also if you hate Christine and feel the need to make that clear in the comments it will be deleted because this is a Christine positive blog and I will not allow mean people in my little corner of the internet where I share my little opinion with some cool little people who agree with it ❤️ shout out to all the people out there who disagree but didn’t feel the need to curse me out in the comments, I see you and appreciate you 😌
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If I Should Stay
WARNING to all underage peeps: DNI with this part! It is NOT essential to the story and you WILL NOT miss anything!
For those of you who do read: please be nice!! This is my first (published) attempt at smut and any mean comments WILL be deleted 😚
Part 1 | . . . | Part 45 | Part 46 | Part 47
Steve leads Eddie down the hall to a guest bedroom, then stops in front of the door. “If… I don’t want you here because it looks like I need it. If you’d rather-”
“Hey,” Eddie interrupts softly, grabbing his other hand, “I want to be here. Okay? I want to be here with you. Don’t try and let me out of it now that I know what I want.”
Steve looks at him, wide-eyed. “What do you want?”
Eddie drops his hands to cup his cheeks. “Maybe this’ll explain,” he murmurs, before pulling Steve into a soft, sweet kiss.
Steve melts into it, letting his eyes shut as his hands find purchase on Eddie’s hips, pulling him closer to wrap his arms all the way around Eddie’s waist in a hug.
After a minute Eddie pulls back, just enough so they can look at each other, and Steve smiles when he opens his eyes. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” Eddie agrees. “So let’s go to bed, okay? We’ve got a big day tomorrow.”
Once they’re settled under the covers, facing each other, Steve sighs. “I’m not gonna let anything happen to you.”
Eddie hums. “Promise me something?”
“What?”
“You’re not gonna jump between me and a bullet.”
Steve widens his eyes. “Eddie-”
“No. Stevie, I’m serious. I know why you came back in time, okay? And I know you’re hoping to save me this time around, but I won’t let it be at your expense.” His eyes are shiny. “Okay? I need you to promise me that you’ll make it out, too.”
Steve looks at him, then. Looks at his eyes, one blink away from tears, yet sure in what he’s saying. The slight scrunch of his nose. The barely-there tremble in his lips. His uneven breathing. “Okay,” he says, and surges forward, connecting their lips again.
Eddie hums against his mouth, and he crowds forward, pushing their bodies flush together. “Is-” he pulls away to pant. “Is this okay?”
“Jesus, Steve,” Eddie groans, gripping his hips. “Is this okay, he says, like I haven’t been dreaming of it since I first saw you.” He rolls his hips up and they both hiss at the friction. “Are you- the scratches, it’s not- we’re not-”
“You’re fine,” Steve promises him. “More than fine, Eddie, c’mon, please-”
“Yeah, okay,” he breathes, rolling them over so he’s on top. “This okay?”
“Jesus,” Steve chuckles, “y’gotta stop asking and just start doing, man, or d’you want me to be the first person to ever die of blue balls?”
“Hey,” Eddie mutters, pressing his hips down, “patience is a virtue or whatever the fuck.”
“Fuck your virtues,” Steve says nonsensically, which causes Eddie to freeze and stare at him with narrowed eyes.
Finally, he responds with a shit-eating grin. “Actually, I’d rather fuck your virtues.”
“Shut the actual fuck up,” Steve mutters, gasping when Eddie thrusts particularly hard. “Oh, Jesus, fuck, Eddie, please-”
“Yeah? Feel good?”
“Yeah,” Steve agrees, letting his eyes flutter shut when Eddie ducks his head to mouth down his neck. “Nothing that shows,” he murmurs, even as he tilts his head to allow Eddie better access.
“Y’want?” Eddie asks, not disconnecting from Steve’s collarbone.
“Yeah,” Steve breathes, rolling his hips up just as Eddie rolls his down. He chokes on an inhale. “Eddie-”
“Yeah,” Eddie murmurs, sucking a mark into his shoulder. “What do you want?”
“Just—oh, Jesus—your hand, Eds, c’mon, please, please-”
“I’ve got you,” Eddie murmurs, “I’ve got you.” He works his hand down between their bodies until it reaches the elastic of Steve’s sleep shorts. “Need your help here,” he murmurs, tugging in example.
Steve grunts and lifts his hips just long enough to get his shorts down. “You too,” he murmurs, kissing across Eddie’s chest, nipping at his collarbone.
Eddie groans, throwing his head back. “‘M not gonna last,” he manages.
“God,” Steve laughs breathily, “Me neither, c’mon, get your hand-”
“Yeah,” Eddie agrees, placing his palm under Steve’s chin. “‘S too dry,” he whispers. “Spit?”
“Jesus fuck,” Steve mutters, rolling his hips up, searching for friction. He gathers enough saliva to let it pool over his tongue, onto Eddie’s hand, before he brings it down and around both of their cocks.
The first slide up is heaven.
The second is fire, coursing through his veins, burning him up until all he can feel is Eddie, Eddie, Eddie.
He twists his wrist at the end, flicking his thumb over the head of Steve’s cock, and Steve thinks he sees the face of God.
Suddenly the fire is back, all-consuming, burning everything in its wake, and Steve chokes on an inhale. “Gon’- gonna, Eddie, gonna come,” he whispers, dragging his fingers down Eddie’s back, trying to find purchase before he shakes apart.
Eddie lets out a sharp breath. “Me too,” he says, and then they’re not saying anything as their lips meet.
It’s not a kiss; it’s too hot and wet and dirty for that. It’s nothing more than them panting into the other’s mouth, sharing breath, reassuring the other that they’re still there, that they’re not moving away.
The fire burns brighter, the flames lick higher, and suddenly there’s a supernova inside Steve, burning brighter and hotter and brighter until it explodes and everything fades to black.
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If I see one more stupid take on the stop oil van gogh protest im gonna lose it so in bullet points:
The painting is fine. It was behind glass. The person who threw the soup knew it was behind glass beforehand.
The UK is entering a cost of living crisis unlike any we've seen before (with the possible exception of Thatcher's Britain back in the 80s), and many people cannot afford to heat their homes. While oil and energy companies report record profits.
The point of this exercise was to demonstrate how much more people would care about even the thought of a painting being destroyed, compared to the reality of the lives that WILL be destroyed over the winter. When they can't yknow. Afford to eat or heat their homes.
No, they are not funded by Big Oil. Just Stop Oil DOES receive funding from the climate emergency fund which WAS started by Aileen Getty, yes. But she has zero active investments in the oil industry, and HAS spent a large amount of money sponsoring climate groups. Think of her as the Abigail Disney of oil.
The source of that conspiracy theory is a tiktok video and its mostly being reported in the telegraph which. Kinda says everything.
For people saying stuff like "but it had nothing to do with oil! Why don't you egg the houses of execs <3 Why don't you riot 😊 Why don't you kill oil execs uwu OK why don't you? I mean jesus be realistic. The rioting may come yet but this was a PUBLICITY STUNT. To raise awareness for their organisation.
If you are not from the UK/are from the UK and not familiar with the new protest laws, please refrain on commenting at all about method of protest.
The bill is as follows:
" [to] Widen the range of conditions that the police can impose on public assemblies to match existing police powers to impose conditions on public processions."
" [to] Broaden the range of circumstances in which police may impose conditions on a protest."
" [to] Amend the offence relating to the breaching of conditions"
" [to] Restate the common law offence of public nuisance in statute."
Meaning, any people doing ANYTHING the police don't like (up to and including holding BLANK SIGNS which happened after the queen died) can now result in arrest and forced dispersal (ie police violence). (There are more lines to the bill ive just chosen the ones relevant to this situation, but they're all on the gov website)
(Side note): I actually just read the page on gov.uk which I went on to copy the law and jesus christ they outright blame BLM protests for this. Like explicitly.
I BELIEVE i saw a story not that long ago about someone arrested under this bill being held without trial for like, months but I can't remember the details
In short people in the UK now have to get increasingly creative with how we protest, so as to avoid significant sentences. The two in this case were arrested for trespass instead of under this bill, which carries a significantly more minor penalty.
Shift your goddamn focus away from stupid conspiracies for a second and pay attention to what is happening in REALITY.
(If any of you make comments or send me stuff about this without at least attempting to fact check yourself beforehand im not responding, and deleting.)
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i’d love for you to write something about elijah hewson!!! 🩷🩷🩷
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hiii ofc!! so since i did a smau x written fic for bobby i decided to do a full smau, hope thats ok with u! also i added some f1 babies in here cs why not JAJA. and by all means lovies, send more reqs!!! ♡
𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺 - 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘫𝘢𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘸𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘢'𝘴 𝘣𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳
𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦 - 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧, 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘫𝘰𝘴𝘩, 𝘳𝘺𝘢𝘯, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘰𝘣𝘣𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘶𝘱
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𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 - 𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘫𝘢𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘸𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘹 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳
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yourusername mirrors, cute boy gave me a cig, shhhh, me and tay, on his knees, i can never tie my shoes lol, grwm, mirror seflie?
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elijahhewson cause my girl ruined her own softlaunch. love you my sweet girl and thank you for the past three years full of love. words will never be able to describe how grateful i am for you and your shitty jokes
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yourusername in honor of me ruining my own soft launch, im happy to give u "sweet nothing" ft the taylor swift (thank u tay for agreeing) for my babygirl (thx josh for spoiling the surprise.) this song represents the small things this man has done for me that makes me happy in the world. eli ur kind words, pretty smile, and calmness that comes with being with you makes everything right in the world. thank u for loving me.
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Pairings: Joseph Quinn x Director!Reader (ex!Harry Styles)
Warnings: dilf - talk (is this worth a warning?)
Summary: Years of YN celebrating Joseph's birthday. From social media posts to their one special moment during a rather hot January.
A/N: celebrating Joseph's birthday a little something from me to you.
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yourinstagram two amazing people share today's date as their birthday, the legend - Eddie Van Halen, and another legend that you don't need to know about... just yet. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, J!
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joekeery 🧑🏻🎤🎸thank you, thank you
⤷ yourinstagram you love spotlight, don't you?
⤷ joekeery you know it
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ynsmybestie who is J, and since when YN listens to Eddie Van Halen????? another reason to love her
harrysmoustache yn loving another rockstar??? so true
⤷ yourinstagram who's the first one?
⤷ harrystyles thank you, my love
⤷ yourinstagram someone needs to take care of your ego
⤷ harrysmoustache please don't look at my profile, im a different person today
⤷ harrysbtch babes, your last post about harry's thighs??? yn probably agrees 🤭
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yourinstagram this is his year. this is his day. happy birthday, you metal head!!!
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josephquinn thank you, yn. 🩷
ynupdates happy birthday joseph!
ynsmybestie did she return to instagram to post about her bestfriends birthday?
⤷ ynsmybestie best friend that you toxic fans accuse her of cheating on harry with????
⤷ ynsmybestie i love her more each day. QUEEN.
⤷ user202 you're appreciating her for cheating on her long time boyfriend?
⤷ ynsmybestie no, im applauding her courage to post something that people would take the wrong way just to meet their agenda and beliefs
ynshands hello you sexy woman. welcome back!
florencepugh are you giving private concerts, joseph?
⤷ josephquinn only for special friends
⤷ tchalamet would you give one if yn was with us?
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⤷ ynsmymama please tell me you'll saw that too!!!!
⤷ ynsmybestie I did!!!!! Joseph has a crush on yn ...
⤷ harrysbtch who doesn't?
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yourinstagram wherever you are, you little human behind the screen, wish this man a happy birthday. he deserves the world and more. happy birthday, i love you, j
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josephquinn don't make me cry, lovie. i love you and thank you, for everything.
florencepugh best man's birthday 🎂
tchalamet the one who took her away...
⤷ yourinstagram jesus, timmy... behave yourself!
⤷ ynshands i love how in love timothee is with yn and she treats him like a brother 💀
harrysmoustache and H is spending today in his and YN's favourite park in Coney Island...
⤷ ynsmybestie let's not mention him under the post about her actual boyfriend
annetwist Happy birthday, Joseph. 🎂
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ynshands WTFIWJBDKS DO YOU GUYS SEE WHAT I SEE???? yn and joe spotted near the coast celebrating his birthday. THE YAHT???? it's giving war flashbacks...
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ynsmybestie they called me single in every language... fuck you guys. im happy for you, but like... leave something for me
ynsmymama well... they're this touchy feely couple, huh?
joeandynfann so happy they're celebrating together!
harrysmoustache harry's punching some bag after seeing it 💀 this man can't find happiness after her
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ynsmybestie yn and joe spotted at the resort...
i can't do this anymore, guys. i can't.
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ynshands the backmuscles????? i didn't know this man was this packed 🤤 sorry, i drooled a little
ynshands yn's 🍑??? girl...
harrysmoustache im wondering how much joseph just wanted to untie it completely. i wouldn't have a willpower...
joemyman a very happy birthday for joe 🍑
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"I'm absolutely exhausted. I forgot how much heat is wearing me out," Joseph sighed after falling onto their hotel room bed.
"You tell me. We're too British for this climate." YN laughed, sitting next to Joseph, caressing his thigh.
"Mhmmm. What do you say about taking a nap, now? Then we'll shower, go to some nice restaurant, drink wine and see where it brings us?" He wiggled his eyebrows, smirking.
"We'll see. Gimme a minute."
YN stood up from the bed and moved towards her bag. Joseph immediately opened his tired eyes and searched for her, not liking losing her touch from his body. Call him cuddly, clingy or too feely - he didn't care. There was nothing as good as his girlfriend's loving touch. Maybe her words. Or passion. Love. There was nothing as good as her presence next to him.
YN was fishing around in her bag, trying to remember where had she put it. It was small, but not hard to find.
"What are you looking for, lovie?"
"Your present."
"My present. You mean this trip, this morning when you-"
"Joseph," she almost screeched, as if there was anyone that could hear his dilatation about their shenanigans.
"What?" Teasing smile on his sun-kissed skin. "Okay. You know you don't need to give me anything, yeah? You are my present, every single day."
"It's not a material one. And stop it, I'm going to cry. I'm too emotional today." She pouted and moved from the floor, having found what she had been looking for.
"Oh, it's a little one. Is it what I think it is?" Joseph questioned hopefully.
"What do you have in mind?"
"Maybe a new keychain. The old one's got all greasy from the last week's oil change. It just won't clean. Oh! Or maybe that crocheted book cover we saw on the Internet? It was so nice," Joe wondered aloud, putting a nervous smile on YN's face.
"Well, let's just open it."
Joseph sat straighter and put his hands out to take the box from YN's hands. It wasn't heavy. Almost feather-like. He untied the bow, perfectly made by YN, and peaked inside.
"Is it a card?"
"Open it fully, love."
He did as YN said and widened his eyes.
A card with just three stick figures. Two big ones and a smaller one.
"YN -," Joseph tried saying something, but words died in his mouth.
"Take your time," YN encouraged, stroking his left hand.
"Oh my God," Joe whispered, shocked by the message. "Is it, is it real?"
She nodded, not trusting her voice.
"Oh my God, " he repeated, just louder. "Oh God. My love, my sweet love."
Joseph put the open card on the bed and scooped YN to place her on his lap, squeezing her into a loving hug. Tears landed on her naked shoulder, making her pull away to look him in the eyes.
"Happy birthday, Joseph," she breathed, making the tears disappear by kissing them away. Her soft fingers massaging his scalp and neck.
"Couldn't ask for a better one. I love you." He kissed her lips sweetly. "And you, too," he added, placing a hand on her stomach. "I love you both so much."
"I love you."
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yourinstagram best dad, best friend, best husband. happy birthday to you, my love.
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josephquinn i love you more and more with every day passing, lovie
taylorswift the haze was strong. almost lavender 💜
florencepugh happy birthday to Mae's father!
tchalamet happy birthday, man. take care of my goddaughter, i love her more than i love you
⤷ josephquinn thanks, tim. can always count on you.
ynshands little Mae!!!!!! happy birthday Joseph!
ynsmybestie happy birthday daddy!
⤷ ynsmymama girl-
⤷ ynsmybestie ups...
joemyman a true dilf. happy birthday!!
ynupdates have the best day, joseph and yn ❤️
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#action!universe#director!reader#joseph quinn x reader#joseph quinn x y/n#joseph quinn fic#joseph quinn
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Roast the shit out of this, fam I beg of you my writing style is absolutely MUSTY. Hope you and whoever else reads it enjoys it tho!!
Content Warning:
-Mono is a little shit at one point
-Reader terrorizes the AI
-Awful Formating
-Gender Neutral Reader
-Reader has an extensive background in working with machinery and more
-Possible cannon divergence
-slight nsfw?? Kind of suggestive ig lmfao
-Terrible writing
-No beta, we die like the AI's sanity.
Read at your own risk lmfao. Sorry if it makes no sense I wrote it off of half a braincell and an insane amount of caffine.
Despite the shitshow a few weeks ago with Mono's arm and the intruder, all was well on the ship. (Y/N) was given more clearance to some of the other areas of the ship for smaller maintenance tasks, specifically involving Mono and fixing them up.
Today though, they felt a little bit mischievous and wanted to take a deep dive into the control room. After grabbing a box of tools they had on hand for patching up Mono, they slunk out of their room and quickly made their way down some of the winding halls and toward the control room.
["What are you doing?"] A voice asked.
(Y/n) jumped a little and almost dropped the box they were carrying. "J-Jesus christ, Mono!" they exclaimed.
["Apologies,"] Mono said, lowering their head slightly to show no ill will.
["I saw you headed this way and was confused about what you were doing."] Mono looked down at their human curiously. Their Starlight was up and about with a toolbox for some reason.
"I'm going stir crazy and need to fix something…" (Y/n) paused for a second. "Anything."
["I can't allow that,"] Mono said, kneeling at eye level.
There was far too much dangerous equipment on the ship for someone as delicate as a human to handle. They didn't doubt your capabilities but still couldn't help but worry. Mono would never forgive themself if something happened to their little human.
["Besides, wasn't that little event a few weeks ago satisfying enough for you…?"] They asked curiously. If Mono had the capabilities to be flustered, they most certainly would be at the recollection of how gentle and curious their Starlight was about their body. The way (Y/N)'s hands explored and reattached each panel and wire with such consideration was enough to cause overheating. Mono shook off the memory, trying to concentrate more on the present.
(Y/N) groaned in frustration, much to Mono's entertainment. "I've analyzed my bunk five times, calculated the circumference of three light bulbs, and floated around for three hours while trying to dissect your…weirdly horny AI helper. Please. I need to repair something before I lose my marbles."
Mono couldn't help but huff out a little bit of steam and play with (Y/N)'s hair. Something that usually happens when they find something funny. As for the AI making unsavory comments…they would be more than happy to deal with that later.
["Alright, Starlight. I suppose it wouldn't hurt if I brought you along for some maintenance repairs."]
A soft beep rang overhead, notifying the pair that the AI, whom (Y/N) had nicknamed Echo, decided to chime into the conversation. "Mono, for the love of fuck bring them with you. I've never felt so emotionally vulnerable in all my life cycle, and I need to process this shit."
After a second of confusion, Mono gently lifted up (Y/N)'s chin to look at them.
"…Did…did you teach my AI existential dread…?" They asked, slightly dumbfounded. (Y/N) could hear the motors whirring in Mono as they thought carefully about the situation.
(Y/N) laughed nervously, avoiding Mono's gaze and flushing a bit from the contact. "Ha ha…yeah…so…about those repairs…?"
Mono made a noise similar to a small huff of mock annoyance. The issue of punishing the AI was no longer something that needed to be done. But now, knowing their Starlight could be a little terror to the AI sent a thrill through Mono's servos. They were more amused than anything upon this realization ["…First task. Deleting about three hours of the AI's memory."] 'And possibly the entire AI while I'm at it.' They thought as they led (Y/N) further into the control room.
Three hours later, finally, the AI was…less mentally unstable. Much to Mono's chagrin, though, the damn thing was still operating. After setting the AI offline to recuperate, Mono looked down at their helper.
["Not bad. I didn't expect you to do so well with this type of technology."] Mono pat (Y/N)'s head gently, much to the other's slight annoyance, nervousness, and embarrassment. Mono's hands could practically crush their head like a stress ball, yet they always maintained a gentle hold.
"I was my ship's head technical and mechanical engineer back before we entered a dead zone, and I ended up here," they explained, brushing off their flustered feelings as they plopped down on the floor and began removing a few panels to work through the wiring. Apparently, the console was acting up during navigation. Mono listened on as they started to help in removing the paneling. They already knew a lot about their Starlight from stalking the ship they were on for supplies, but hearing about their tasks more in-depth made them interested.
["Fascinating…what types of repairs did you normally do?"] They asked curiously. Although Mono prided themself usually on knowing just about everything about their Starlight, it was always interesting to hear it from their mouth directly.
"Engine diagnostics and repairs, communication repairs, electrical diagnostics, and…honestly, just about anything and everything," (Y/N) said as they began working their small fingers through the front console wiring.
["So you're quite aware of how a ship runs then…more than I initially gave you credit for."]
Momo sat nearby and reached in to help, pulling apart and gently separating wires before rethreading them into a neater pile for (Y/N) to organize as they pleased. A simple, usually tedious task was now made more interesting with the help of their Starlight nearby chatting.
"I've been working ships like that little cargo one you not so ceremoniously raided for roughly eight years, but I'm more used to working on bigger ships similar to this."
(Y/N) said with a small smile.
["So this type of environment is familiar to you?"] Mono stopped combing through their wire pile to gaze at their tiny human, who, by this point, focused on snipping through some of the clutter to organize as they weaved further into the mess.
(Y/n) hummed softly. "Quite." A soft snip resounded as they snipped another wire. With a small huff of frustration and a bit of a furrowed brow, they crawled further into the device to dig out more wires.
"Not sure who designed this ship, but they've got to be one hell of a sadist with how much of a pain in the ass they made their wiring…"
Mono kept watching, fascinated and happy to see their human being productive and helping to fix the ship. It was challenging to remain calm while seeing their Starlight in their current position; One wrong move and they could get shocked harshly. Although, it was…kind of cute.
Furrowed and focused face, lips pressed into a thin line as they concentrated, and hair that was a wild mess from all the static cling.
Mono moved nearby, keeping a hold of (Y'N)'s waist in case they needed to be pulled out. "Wha-"
["This is just for safety, Starlight,"] Mono said gently.
For safety, and for irritating the AI, who was probably watching this, and for Mono's weird insatiable need to always have their Starlight's warmth nearby. Human flesh was oddly soft for not being covered in fur. A fascinating material that never ceased to amaze them.
"Umm…Mono…?" (Y/N) called out.
["Yes?"]
"I cant really get out with you in the way." Mono felt (Y/N) squirm a little in their hold, trying to move backward.
["Hold on one moment, Starlight."]
Sliding a hand further up along (Y/N)'s waist to their side to get a better grip. Mono nearly let out a small huff after hearing (Y/N) squeak in confusion.
"M-Mono? What are you doing?"
["Humans aren't easy to grip when they're worming their way through wiring. I think I've got a good hold now."]
Mono's hands gripped the thicker parts of their Starlight, much to their enjoyment and to (Y/N)'s embarrassment.
"P-Pull me out then," (Y/N) said, fidgeting a bit. They were redder than a tomato at the feel of Mono's cold hands and fingertips gently digging into their flesh.
["Hmm…"] Mono made a show of pondering for a moment.
["Say please, and perhaps I'll pull you out."] They said jokingly. At this point, (Y/N) was in no threat by the wires, so Mono could afford to be at least a little playful.
Plus, any day to hear their Starlight beg was a victory in their book.
"F-Fine…please pull me out…"
Mono's body hummed a little in satisfaction.
["There we go, starlight."]
With a few quick pulls, (Y/N) was finally out and face-first into Mono's chest.
Mono gently laid back, resting against the wall nearby with (Y/N) in their lap, holding them closer as the whirring of their motors lowered to a soft hum. Mono wasn't interested in doing further repairs, at least for now. Right now, their focus was on the cute little human sitting in their lap.
["I think navigation can wait."] Mono began, looking down at (Y/N), gently messing with their hair and getting them to smile a bit. ["Don't you think, Starlight?"]
Can roast greatness, chief. Was a real fun read and the way you described Mono's thoughts was immaculate. Exael [the ai] is the embodiment of existential dread, but it was cute and I agree with bulling them in every way possible. Thanks for sharing!
#Mono my oc#yandere oc#yandere#yandere headcanons#Yandere alien#fan writing#not my writing#Mono my OC#yandere x reader#save for later#Cause ima read this at least 20 more times
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Ivar Lothbrok Hvitserk Lothbrok x F!Reader
Chapter 16 - Chapter 17.
A/N: So I wrote a little blurb about how I was sorry this had taken so long, but tumblr deleted my first draft and I legit don’t give a fuck anymore 🤣 blah blah @kaybee87 this is for you 😘
Warnings: 18+, suggestive themes, p in v (wrap it up irl.) alcohol, weddings, addiction mentions, pregnancy mention (not reader), the boys being boys.
Word Count: 7.9k+
Tagging: @ivarisms @majesticwren @a-bang-for-your-bucky @youbloodymadgenius @istorkyou @smears-and-spots @bulmabhadie @southernbe @ironynoticony @xceafh
Your boots were muffled on the plush carpet as you strode down the corridor. The boys had the biggest suite in the hotel, three bedrooms and a living area as well. Hvitserk had told you all about it and sent you pictures, it looked lovely. They were out last night getting rip-roaringly drunk and you had to mute your phone at one point because Hvitserk was blowing up your notifications and the girls were getting curious.
Pulling out the key card you slipped it quietly into the door, letting the light turn green before carefully stepping inside. It was dimly lit, a lamp on a small table casting a faint glow into the small hallway area before it spread into the room itself. Smiling, you crouched down and gently touched the sleeping form that was resting against the wall. He stirred, his eyes opening and when he saw it was you a wide, sleepy smile split his face.
“Elsku dúllan mín,” he whispered, reaching for your face to pull you to him. Recoiling slightly, your nose scrunched up at the smell of him.
“Jesus, Hvitserk. You smell like a bar!”
“I didn’t want to miss you arriving,” he said with a needy tone that made you smile and lean into him. His lips were so welcoming and you exhaled softly against him. You had been apart for a few days before the wedding and you had missed him.
“Why are you on the floor, Hvitserk?”
“I knew what time you were coming, I moved out here so I could kiss you before anyone saw.” Leaning forward you rewarded him with another, mind bendingly, tender kiss. Your fingertips ghosted over the side of his face and his hand fisted in your top.
“We should stop,” you breathed, keeping your eyes closed because you didn’t want this moment to end.
“Don’t worry. No one will see us,” his gaze dropping to your lips once more before he kissed you harder this time. A tiny moan of desperation leaving you, his arms pulling you off your feet and into him.
“Hvitserk?” A voice called. You don’t even remember getting up. But by the time Ivar had rounded the corner you were standing, hitching the strap of your bag higher onto your shoulder while Hvitserk smirked on the floor. Elbows on his raised knees and a thumb swiping along his lips like he could still taste you. Ivar glanced between you both but his expression was impassive, leaning heavily on his cane. You made a note to make sure his meds were in his pocket before you left.
“What are you doing on the floor, huh?”
“Resting,” replied Hvitserk. “Still recovering from last night, brother.”
“You absolutely stink,” you commented and he sniggered lightly.
“I’m going for a shower now,” he jumped up towering over you as he stretched, his back to Ivar he gave you that puppy dog grin as your eyes locked. “Don’t miss me too much.”
“Fat chance,” you retorted. Placing your hands on his hips you shimmied past him in the small space, highly aware of how close he was and hoping Ivar wasn’t reading too much into this. “You ready?” You asked the youngest Lothbrok, trying to dispel the breathlessness from your tone.
“More than the rest,” he answered, glaring at his brother who you could just tell was still smirking even as he sauntered back to his room. You followed Ivar into the living area, seeing a mini bar against one wall and Ivar perched on a stool there. You emptied your bag onto the bar surface, scattering bands, combs, hair wax and gel. You concentrated on setting everything up as Ivar watched. His blue eyes were focussed when you dared to glance at him, his head resting in the palm of his hand and hair framing his handsome face. You wanted to say something, anything to break the tension that had collected between you.
“Was last night fun?” He stirred, breaking out of his reverie at the sound of your voice. His piercing gaze slid to you and for a minute you wondered if he knew the secret you bore. You always felt like Ivar could read you, better than even Hvitserk. Especially with the way he noticed even the smallest details about someone.
“It was what you would expect for a night out with my brothers.” You grinned fondly as memories surfaced.
“It’s been a while since I joined you all.” Ivar shrugged and sat up straight as you came round behind him.
“Hvitserk wouldn’t stop talking about you.” You didn’t miss the light hearted, yet probing tone of Ivar’s voice. Your hands didn’t falter though and you raked the comb through his soft strands without missing a beat.
“We’ve spent a lot of time together the last few months,” you finally responded and Ivar scoffed, his fist closed firmly around the handle on his cane.
“Uh huh.” He didn’t say anything else because Ubbe appeared from around the corner. He squinted at you and then threw himself onto a sofa with a groan.
“What time is it?” He rasped, rubbing sleep from his eyes.
“Struggling, brother?” You tugged on Ivar’s hair in warning and he sighed heavily.
“How are you….functioning?” Ubbe asked Ivar as he hung over the arm of the sofa watching you do his youngest brother's hair.
“I was sensible. And I knew we had to be up early. I didn’t get so drunk I acted like an idiot all night long either.”
“No. You don’t need alcohol for that Ivar,” Sigurd announced his arrival with that comment, making Ivar turn his head and you dropped the braid.
“Stay still!” You hissed, forcing his head back round. “No arguing today. This is Björn’s big day and if I so much as sniff the pair of you taking chunks out of each other, I will personally march you from the wedding myself.” You jabbed the comb in Sigurd’s direction and he held up his hands to show he surrendered. “You too,” you stated, poking Ivar in the shoulder and making him curse softly.
“She’s right,” Ubbe mumbled. “No fighting.”
“Did I hear my litla systir?” You let Björn hug you from behind, wrapping you in one of his famous snuggly bear hugs. He leaned on your shoulder, squeezing you hard round the middle before releasing you.
“Nervous, brother bear?”
“Nah. Should I be?” He asked quickly and you shook your head.
“They were all still asleep when I left this morning but the excitement is popping.” You finished off Ivar’s hair, tying the last braid and resting a hand on his shoulder. “You’re done. Sigurd?” Applying some wax to your hands you scrunched his curls before segmenting out some strands at the side and began to braid them close behind his ear. “What am I doing with yours, Björn?”
“Just redoing the braids.”
“What about me?” You glanced up only to feel a flame in your face at the sight of Hvitserk fresh from his shower. He still had droplets of water settling like diamonds on his skin. His tattoo that you had traced with your fingers while he told you about it, rippled as he poured himself some water for the small sink behind the bar. He leaned easily against the counter, the towel slung dangerously low and it was all you could do to keep your eyes trained on Sigurd’s braids.
“Put some fucking clothes on!” Sigurd grabbed a handful of your bands and threw them at Hvitserk.
“Hey! I need those!”
“I’ve got them, sæta.” Peering over the bar you saw Hvitserk give you a wink when he was ducked down and you rolled your eyes, grateful that Sigurd had broken the moment for you. Prodding the blonde Lothbrok in the shoulder, you were satisfied when he flinched and swore.
“Don’t mess with me today, Sigurd.” Finally you finished both sides and stepped back to admire your handy work. “Do you…?”
“No I’m done,” he said as he slipped off the stool.
“I’m next!” Demanded Hvitserk who still hadn’t got dressed. This was going to be a struggle. The others slowly filtered away to get changed and soon you were left alone with him. His hazel eyes looked around as you tilted his head to the side. You jolted slightly when he slipped a hand down your legs, digging his fingertips into your thigh and you inhaled sharply before slapping him with the flat of the comb.
“Ouch, kærasta!”
“Don’t distract me!” You whispered.
“I can’t help myself.” His leg jigged in irritation and he crossed his arms across his chest. “I just want to tell everyone how I feel. How we feel.”
“I know. Soon, ok?” You breathed, combing half of his hair out of the way. “Let Björn and Kat have their day.”
“But then we’re…” he trailed off as Ivar thumped into view.
“Oh wow look at you!” It spilled from you a little too brightly but he did look amazing. Kat had picked out black suits with a deep red waistcoat under the jacket, over a black shirt. Without thinking you stepped around Hvitserk and reached to adjust Ivar’s collar. He tipped his head forward and you slipped your fingers round, smoothing it all down only to be struck by how sad his gaze was when it locked with yours. “You ok?”
“Are you finishing my hair? I want to get ready.” You looked over your shoulder to glower at Hvitserk but he just bit his bottom lip as he watched you and Ivar. His leg was still going and his arms tightened slightly across his chest, bunching up his muscles.
“Shut up, Hvitserk,” Ivar snapped.
“Make me. Brother.”
“Oh children! Do I have to give you two the same threat I gave Ivar and Sigurd? No fucking fighting!” You made a point of glaring at Hvitserk but he avoided your gaze, his bottom lip between his teeth.
“Seems someone is the common denominator there,” muttered Hvitserk and you cracked him on the shoulder. The slap sounded worse than it was but he still flinched, you had no doubt Ivar was looking smug behind you.
“Pack it in. Now let me finish your hair and I’ll gush over how handsome you look too, Mr What About Me.” Not much else was said as you swiftly braided Hvitserk’s hair, his arms not shifting from his defensive position.
You gave each brother the same attention you’d given Ivar, except Björn. When you saw him you nearly sobbed, letting him drag you into an all encompassing bear hug before he sent you packing back to the girls.
You took a moment before you left, watching them preening amongst themselves as Ubbe poured some mead for them all. You went to leave when you felt a hand on your shoulder.
“You’ve got time,” muttered Björn, holding out a glass for you.
“Surely this is a brother thing,” you assumed.
“It’s a family thing,” Ubbe spoke up. Dumping your bag beside the sofa you reluctantly took the glass, Björn wrapping his arm around and pulling you into him.
“Who’d have thought I’d be the first one to get married,” he started and you all scoffed in amusement.
“You’re the only one in a steady enough relationship,” Ivar pointed out. “I’d say it was pretty obvious.” Hvitserk groaned and nudged his brother as you glared at him from under Björn’s embrace.
“To our oldest brother,” Ubbe raised his glass and looked around the group. “May he pave the way for the rest of us.”
“Here, here!” You cheered, knocking your glass into the rest and you all chugged the mead quickly. You gave up after a few gulps knowing there was wine waiting for you. “Don’t spill any!” You cried as they tipped their heads back, Hvitserk gasping in satisfaction when he finished first, a proud smile splitting his face.
“Still the fastest chugger,” he announced.
“That’s what she said,” muttered Sigurd and they all descended into snorts of laughter.
“I’ve got to go! Have fun boys, for the love of the gods don’t drink much more! Don’t mark your suits and be on fucking time!” You stressed urgently.
“Don’t worry astvinur,” Ubbe said as he wrapped an arm around Björn and gestured with the hand still clutching his glass tankard. “After you I’m the most sensible one here.” You smiled, shaking your head and made your way to the door.
“Hey!” You paused, watching Hvitserk approach, feeling the butterflies in your stomach as you looked him over, appreciating his suit. “Checking me out, huh sæta?”
“Maybe,” you admitted quietly.
“I can’t wait to see you in your dress.” As he spoke he leaned against the half shut door, his fingers curling over yours and his hazel eyes dragging up and down your form. He sucked in his bottom lip, such a simple motion had such a devastating effect on you it was all you could do to keep your composure.
“Kiss me,” you whispered boldly. His gaze flared, followed by a swift cocky upturn to his lips before he was snatching the breath from your body.
“I don’t want to stop…” he mumbled against your mouth, a hand coming up to cup the side of your face and you groaned. Coming to your senses, you pushed him away. Gently touching your lips as you adjusted the bag strap on your shoulder.
“I’ll see you soon.”
“Not soon enough,” he grumbled good naturedly. The door didn’t close and you knew he was watching you walk away so you sashayed before breaking down in giggles. The door finally closed and you sighed, thinking he’d gone but instead he grabbed your arm and spun you round just as you turned the corner in the corridor. Both hands came up to cradle your face as he gave you a deep, needy kiss which made your head spin. Your lungs ached because you forgot to breathe and the butterflies in your stomach started doing somersaults.
“Go now or I’ll never let you leave,” he groaned. Biting your lip you smiled.
“I’m going.”
“Hvitserk? You out here?” Ubbe shouted into the hallway.
“Shit, yeah I’m coming!” He called, sauntering round the corner and you leaned against the wall, fanning yourself. You had to get a grip but today was going to be so terribly difficult.
You left the main hotel building, walking purposely back towards the Bride’s cottage that you’d left everyone else in. Music was going, Lagertha was pouring wine and she cheered loudly when you entered. Kat was sitting at the dresser having her makeup done, Alex was dancing with Hali, making the boy throw his head back with laughter.
Before you’d even put your bag down, you were almost knocked over by Asa as she wrapped her little arms around you.
“How is frændi Hvitserk?” She whispered. Her eyes were wide and you got down on her level. Ever since they’d been told about Hvitserk and his “illness,” she had made all these scenarios up in her mind and you were the only one who could put her mind at ease.
“I’ve just seen him,” you whispered. “And he told me, he cannot wait to see his very favourite frænka.” You let her digest that information for a moment and she rewarded you with a beaming smile.
“He did?” She gasped. “Will he look at my pretty dress?” She stepped back and did a twirl in the rich red dress that matched the brothers. The layers flared out creating such a beautiful image for the briefest of moments you almost felt broody. She was gorgeous, and one of your favourite people on this planet. When she stopped you straightened her straps, gently brushing her hair off her shoulder and gave her a smile.
“He is going to love your dress. Shall I get in mine?” Without a word she grabbed your hand, barely giving you time to wave at Kat who was beginning to look nervous before you were dragged into the other room.
She chatted to you the whole time, bringing you up to speed on Torvi who you’d just missed; her little legs swinging on the chair while she waited for you to reappear. The dress was perfect, long floaty material that hid all the sins of your body and a matching shade to Asa’s. The sleeves were off the shoulder, leaving straps to hold it up, blooms of lace plunging down, but not indecently. Thankfully Kat had also got you all some white faux fur pashminas to cover your shoulders. Already you knew though, some dancing, some shots and you wouldn't be feeling the cold anymore.
You joined the others, Asa letting go of your hand and running to join Lagertha on the sofa while she watched you all get ready. Kat was standing nervously to the side and you scowled at her.
“Stop chewing!” You scolded softly.
“I know but I’m so nervous!” She breathed. “How did he seem?” You sat in the chair and let the makeup artist start on you.
“Björn is stupidly excited,” you nearly made a joke about them celebrating so hard they might be late; but from the look of her that would be a very ill timed joke. “They’re all so happy for him.”
“No horror stories from last night?”
“Nope. They got drunk, probably danced until Ivar ruined their fun…haven’t you got a dress to put on?” You asked, making her jump up. Luckily Lagertha and Asa distracted Kat and disappeared with her to get changed.
Finally you were all done, standing there with your beautiful flowers, make up and hair done and a sense of anticipation filled the cottage when Lagertha asked if you were all ready to see.
She opened the doors and a collective gasp spilled from you and Alex as Kat stepped into the room.
Her dress was exquisite, the top half made of lined lace, hugging her body and covering her arms in patterns of flowers and leaves. The middle band was a matching shade of red, gems glinting in the light when she moved, the skirt of her dress flowing elegantly round her legs.
“Well?” She squeaked. You were lost for words, tears threatening to ruin all the hard work of the makeup artist so when Hali stepped forward first you let out a little shaky breath.
“I think you look beautiful,” he said earnestly. “Can I walk you down the aisle?” Alex blew out a breath and you knew she was trying not to cry as much as you were.
“Yes, Hali. Of course you can.” You all fussed around the bride, adjusting her veil and laying out the train of her dress before lining up.
They were getting married just behind the cottage to a backdrop of mountains and snow and then the wedding party would move to the marquee to eat and dance. This wedding had been pulled together quickly but it had all slotted into place perfectly and you were bursting with pride that your biggest brother bear was finally getting married.
Björn wasn’t late. All the brothers were stood at the altar, looking impeccable but your gaze softened at the sight of Hvitserk. Imagining this is what it would be like to get married to him. Marriage was not something you’d really put a lot of thought into but now you had that…that someone. This desire was foreign and you weren’t entirely sure what to do with it. Concentrating on the ceremony you hoped your thoughts would clear but your gaze kept wandering to Hvitserk, only to find him returning the focussed look.
The pair of you almost missed the end of the ceremony, the kiss, the cheers. Following the newly married couple into the marquee you were momentarily distracted by Asa as she dragged you round pointing out the decorations and the buffet that was being laid out. Eventually you made it to the bar, immediately asking for a gin and guzzling it harder than you should.
“Thirsty?” You let out a moan into your glass, you didn’t need this right now. Not when he looked for fucking good in that suit.
“Go away Hvitserk,” you whispered, flinching when he rested his chin on your shoulder. Your entire body tensed but he let out a soothing “ssssh,” into your ear.
“Relax, sæta. No one suspects a thing.”
“I just don’t want to ruin their moment.” You whispered. He ordered a drink from over your shoulder, pressing in behind and you had to bite your bottom lip to keep your thoughts to yourself. Hvitserk leaned on the bar beside you, nursing his drink but keeping contact with you even when other people came and spoke to you both. When the rush cleared you two found yourselves alone at the end of the bar, observing everyone enjoying themselves.
“I want you,” he murmured in your ear just as the DJ stepped up to play some music while people ate. Your entire body felt like it was electrified, the hairs on your arms standing on end as his words spawned a desire deep in your belly. You pressed your back into him, each movement just giving him a hint of friction on the growing bulge in his trousers. You smirked at the tiny little breath hitch he gave, his hidden hand grabbing an arse cheek hard enough to make you jump. “Don’t tease me,” he growled.
“Why not? You do it to me all the time.” You casually finished your drink, stepping back a little to bump into him harder and he swore under his breath, fingers grabbing your hip to hold you in place.
“Bathroom. Now.” Protests died in your throat as the pair of you scanned the crowd before quickly diving into the door to your left. He barged you through the doors and thankfully the place was empty. His lips were insistent, his fingers commanding with the way they held your throat. Molten heat pooled between your legs and you wanted nothing more than to have him here, right now.
“We shouldn’t!” You giggled as Hvitserk kissed his way up your throat and the side of your face.
“But the dress,” he groaned. “You in that dress is driving me wild. Do you know how difficult it is for me to keep my expression blank so Ubbe doesn’t figure us out?”
“Just call me litla…”
“Don’t ruin the moment for me!” He huffed, forcing his lips to cover yours and stop you talking. You eased yourself up onto the counter, legs spread so he could wedge himself between them. His hand held your face, a simple motion you had missed these past few days. The kiss tossed back and forth between you, both of you fighting for dominance and a small giggle left you at the idea of doing this in a bathroom at your friend's wedding. “I missed you!” He whispered and you moaned softly as his hand slipped under the folds of floaty material. His breath hitched when he felt your lace underwear and you smirked over his shoulder. He kissed you again, almost cracking your head on the tiles, he was so desperate to taste your lips. “Sæta, I need you…”
“We can’t,” you breathed. But already your hips were lifting off the counter as he slipped your underwear down your thighs. Your arms curled round his neck, holding him close and inhaling everything that made him so ultimately Hvitserk. You heard his belt go, the buckle clanking on the surface as he slipped his trousers down. You planted your foot against the hand dryer on the wall as Hvitserk reached to hook his hand over the top of the mirror behind you. You were both so desperate you knew no foreplay was needed. Spitting on his hand, Hvitserk wiped it quickly on his flushed cock and you wriggled on the counter in anticipation. His other hand hooked around your waist and hauled you to the edge, notching his cock at your entrance and both of you groaned in unison at the sensation.
With a firm thrust he entered you fully, his hazel eyes watching every flicker of pleasure that crossed your features. His own face screwing up in concentration, knowing the pair of you could be discovered at any moment. He rocked your body, desperate to reach that point that neither of you could back from. His entire body was tense, his lips trailing over your neck as you leaned back into the support of his arm. He found a steady rhythm, all the while you tried to keep listening out for the door but you were soon drowning in the noise of the gasps and moans that filled the bathroom.
His hands came back to your body, clutching you to him as he throbbed inside you, filling and stretching your cunt at this angle. His mouth was open, his eyes glassy and hooded which told you he was close. His gasps increased, mingled with your own; they echoed loudly against the tiles.
“Hvitserk, I’m gonna…” your voice was breathy and it seemed to spur him on to increase the tempo. Your mouth found his, feeding off his desire, tasting his neediness and it brought you so close to the brink.
“Guð, þú ert svo kynþokkafullur,” he gasped against your cheek just as you cunt clamped around him. Burying your face into him, you hoped he would absorb the loud cries that threatened to echo out of the bathroom. The rippling sensation of your orgasm had him rutting forcefully into you as he found his own release. His fingers tangled almost painfully in your braids, his form trembling against yours as he worked you both through the remaining waves of pleasure that weaved between you.
Catching your breath you let him kiss the soft, tender spot under your ear, his hips flexing into you once more as he cupped your face.
The squeak of the outer door had you shoving him away and he quickly disappeared into a stall to redress, still having time to chuck you a devilish smirk before you grabbed your underwear off the floor just as the door opened and Kat and Alex strode in.
“There you are!” Cried Kat.
“Why does it smell like sex in here?” Alex asked with a rise of her eyebrow.
“I have no idea,” you forced out. “Maybe people were in here before me.” Looking in the mirror you saw you were a mess, lipstick was smeared across your lips and you quickly worked on sorting it out, keeping your legs crossed and hoping you could dive into a stall soon.
“Whatever. I have a crisis!” You dared to glance at the door Hvitserk was hiding behind and quickly tried to figure out how you were going to get them out of here.
“Shall we do this at the bar. With shots?” You suggested but Kat leaned on the counter.
“No alcohol.” Both you and Alex glanced at each other over her hunched form.
“Why?” Alex asked.
“I think I’m pregnant,” whispered Kat. All of you turned at once as Hvitserk burst from the stall, excitement lighting up his face and you died a little inside but thankfully his trousers were done up.
“What the hell Hvitserk?!” You cried trying to act surprised.
“I wasn’t expecting you,��� smirked Alex. Kat just gazed at him with wide imploring eyes.
“This is the ladies!” She cried but then waved a hand like it didn’t matter. “You can’t tell him, Hvitserk! Promise me!”
“I won’t say a word,” he grinned before grabbing her in a bear-like hug, his bright eyes slowly wandering to you and you smiled tentatively. “I’ll leave you ladies to it.” He released Kat and to your surprise he slipped an arm around your waist and kissed your cheek, lingering for just a second longer than he needed to. You coughed slightly hoping the desire in your body wasn’t there for everyone to see. He made a fuss of kissing Kat and then Alex before his gaze turned back to you with all unspoken promises and he disappeared from view.
“Well that needs some explaining. His shirt was untucked,” Alex pointed out but Kat deflected the comment.
“Her and Hvitserk are together all the time, they’re like twins,” she murmured. “He probably freaked when he heard us because this is the girls bathroom.” You nodded but you could see Alex wasn’t buying what Kat was saying, her gaze was unforgiving and you almost buckled under the weight of it.
“So. Have you done a test?” You asked, hoping to put the attention back on Kat.
“That’s what we’re here to do,” announced Alex. You and Kat stared at her as she delved into her bag and pulled out a box.
“You just walk around with them in your bag?” You asked incredulously but all she did was shrug as Kat fell on the box. Gathering her dress she disappeared into a stall.
“So,” started Alex. She pinned you with a knowing look and you shifted uncomfortably. “Hvitserk.”
“Is my best friend,” you stated.
“I’m not accepting that he’s just a friend.”
“He’s had a difficult time and I’ve been helping him through it these last 6 months.” You avoided her gaze, it wasn’t a total lie. You had been helping him through everything and he was doing great. The pair of you were also in a full blown relationship underneath everyone’s nose, wanting to see if it worked before you told anyone else. It quickly became evident that it was working and you both decided to keep it under wraps until after the wedding.
Thankfully her attention was redirected when Kat flushed the toilet. She looked a little pale when she placed the test on top of the box, face down.
“Now we wait.”
Everyone was dancing in the marquee. The music was loud and jaunty, Ubbe grabbed you for a twirl as you walked past, your red dress fluttering around your legs. Laughter and happy conversation drifted on the notes of the song and you found your spirits lifted, a smile permanently on your face. This was everything you had dreamed for Kat and Björn and you were so happy they had finally taken the last step.
You paused, watching Kat and Björn in the middle of the dance floor sharing a private moment in the whirlwind of their day. Most of the guests were up and dancing, except Ivar. You came to a stop beside him, hoping he’d say something. It had been strained between you these past few months but most of your effort has gone into hiding your relationship with Hvitserk.
“Are you having a good time?” You asked, glancing at him and seeing how relaxed he was.
“It is a party and a feast. What isn’t there to like?”
“Are you happy for Björn?” He sipped his drink, rubbing his hand over his mouth when he was finished and pointing at Kat.
“She is the best of his choices.”
“Yes she is,” you agreed with a soft smile. “She has changed him and made him grow up.”
“How is it living with my brother?” Ivar asked with a smirk. “Because out of all of us, he is the messiest.”
“Yes he is,” you said with warm affection. “But his hours are long and it gives me time to pick up after him and work.” Sipping your glass of champagne you watched Hvitserk on the opposite of the dance floor, he was talking to Halfdan. His hands animated as he described something and you smiled to yourself. Sure you had bad days and this whole week had been an ultimate test for him; what with being away from you for a few days and around the most alcohol he’d had in months. But he’d done it. He was doing it. And you felt your heart swell with pride.
“I do think I could have handled it better.” Turning slightly you looked at Ivar who was staring into the pits of his glass. His expression was pensive, sadness shone in the depths of his exquisite blue irises and your throat ran dry all of a sudden.
“Handled, what better?”
“You. Us—this.”
“I don’t….”
“I need to finish.” He didn’t sound angry, but his features were dragged down, his teeth appearing for a second as he desperately tried to express himself. His eyes looked all around until they finally settled on you making your heart stutter for a brief moment. “I knew. Long before you and Hvitserk, I knew. I could see it and still I let myself…want you.” The splinters that had long repaired began to seep, the gentle shift of your heart started the age old ache that you carried around with you, buried deep inside. “I let myself feel and then—well, I tried.”
“So did I, Ivar. But you didn’t let me be yours.” He shrugged, his leg shuffling into better position.
“And then Hvitserk,” he continued. “I saw your face at the hospital and I knew at that moment you’d never be fully mine. Even though I hoped... Even Sigurd tried and didn’t get anywhere.”
“W-what?” Now he smirked, covering the pain in his face at your shock.
“It’s why he created a scene at the lodge. You all forget, I observe everything.”
“But you knew?!”
“Of course I knew,” he replied, scrunching up his nose. Scoffing in disbelief you drained your glass.
“What do we do now?” You asked quietly as the pair of you stood shoulder to shoulder, watching your family and friends with smiles lighting their faces. The happiness that filled this wedding was something you hadn’t felt in such a long time and even now it was tinged with a greyness you couldn’t put a name to.
“You carry on. You are exactly what Hvitserk needed, still needs. You were always his.” You glanced at the youngest Lothbrok, tears welling in your eyes as your mind ran through what could have been.
“Maybe in another life,” you murmured.
“One where I learn to love what’s good for me.” On a whim, you leaned in close and he turned to you in surprise. His eyes softened as your scent wrapped around him and he breathed deeply. Boldly you placed a hand on his shoulder and pressed a delicate kiss to his cheek. You felt him lean into you, his hand coming up to rest on your hip, your shed tears resting on his skin.
“I’m sorry, Ivar,” you whispered. He nodded, swallowing against the lump in his throat as his fingers dug into you. One last contact before you were gone for good. Without looking back at him you left. Abandoning your glass on an empty table as the sobs rose up inside you. Maybe if he’d tried harder you’d have stayed. But it was all ifs, buts and maybes.
It was dark in the garden, the light of the braziers only stretched so far and you needed a moment. Tears slid down your face, knowing you still had to talk to Björn and Ubbe. It had been difficult with Ivar, more than you were anticipating. Your old feelings had surfaced, because you had let yourself want him. You had let yourself hope. The love for him was still there but it was edged with pain. You knew why he had pushed you away in the end, but that didn’t make it hurt any less.
“What are you doing?” Whirling around you held in a scream, your heart leaping in fear but it was only Sigurd.
“What is it with you Lothbroks scaring the shit out of me?” You sniffed, wiping your eyes and hoping he didn’t notice.
“Sorry,” he replied, giving you a toothy grin that said anything but.
“In answer to your question, I was just taking a moment.”
“To cry.”
“No…” he grabbed at your arm and forced you to face him. You went to push him off but he gently swiped a stray tear off your chin.
“I saw you talking to Ivar.”
“He didn’t do this to me.”
“He doesn’t have to do anything to make someone cry,” he stated and you huffed out a laugh. “There, that’s the smile,” he murmured.
“You didn’t come out here to make me smile, Sigurd.”
“Rumbled.” He released you but stayed beside you, resting against a tree, his curly hair cascaded over his shoulders as he glanced back at the wedding. “I wanted to thank you.”
“Me? You barely let me touch your hair.”
“No, not for that. For Hvitserk.”
“Hv-Hvitserk?” You stuttered.
“None of us could have brought him back from the edge like you have. You are special to him.” You rubbed your hands up your bare arms looking away from him as he spoke because you knew your face would give you away. “More than he lets on.”
“I’m just his friend,” you lied quietly and Sigurd laughed in quiet disbelief.
“We all have eyes, krúttið mitt.”
“Not you an’ all,” you muttered. He placed a hand on your shoulder, drawing you into his warm body and you went easily. Slipping your hands under his suit jacket and snuggling close into his body.
“Ivar knows. He knew.” You felt Sigurd tense against you followed by a quick draw of breath as he attempted a nonchalant shrug.
“Doesn’t matter now anyway,” mumbled Sigurd and you nodded.
“I might turn in.” Leaving his embrace you let him catch you round the waist. His mismatched green eyes glinted in the firelight as they searched your features.
“Goodbye, krúttið mitt.” The phrase held more weight than normal and you both knew it.
“Bye, Sigurd.” His fingers trailed over your hip as you moved away. His gaze followed you until you’d disappeared into the crowd.
You were caught up in the swirl of warmth and happiness, joy spilled over and tried to light your soul as you weaved your way across the dance floor. Ubbe clutched your hand, pulling you from the throng and over to the bar with Björn following. He embraced you with one of those bear hugs you adored so much. It was getting harder and harder to keep yourself from falling apart as you stared at the boys who had been your older brothers and protectors for most of your life.
“We wanted to talk to you,” Ubbe started.
“Oh yeah. What have I done now?”
“It’s Hvitserk,” stated Björn and you felt your smile faltering as your gaze drifted between two very different sets of blue eyes.
“Oh?”
“I don’t know what you did ástvinur,” Ubbe leaned on his elbows against the bar, facing the gathering. “But I haven’t seen Hvitserk smile like that in months.”
“He has done amazingly,” you said lightly.
“Bjarnarungi,” Björn whispered a name you hadn’t heard in such a long time and you almost sobbed it all out to them there and then. “Does he make you happy?” As you stared up at Björn, Ubbe leaned in closer.
“Because you make him happy.”
“Guys…we were going to wait until after the wedding before we said anything!” Ubbe let out a noise of satisfaction as Björn slammed his hand firmly onto the wooden surface of the bar.
“I knew it!” He exclaimed loudly. The pair of them reached for you at the same time and you felt the heat of your emotion as it crept down your face. Holding tightly onto their arms you sobbed quietly, wanting to remember this moment forever.
“My turn!” More hands snaked round you and the others shifted to make room for Hvitserk pressed in behind you. His face burying into your neck, the tickle of his breath catching your behind the ear.
“Group hug!” Shouted Sigurd as he barrelled into you all, nearly making the group fall over and you let out a breathless giggle.
“Ivar!” Ubbe shouted and you wondered if he’d join in. Turning in the tight hug you felt Hvitserk move to the side and Ivar appeared. All of you created a circle, linking arms as you all peered inward, something you hadn’t done since you were kids. Wedged between Ivar and Björn with Hvitserk opposite you couldn’t help but get caught up in the feel of you all together. It probably wouldn’t happen again for a long time.
“No matter what happens,” Björn stated quietly. “We are Lothbroks.”
“Except me!” You piped up making Ubbe cough slightly and Sigurd rolled his eyes in a good natured way.
“Right now,” Björn continued. “I need to give my wife her present! Litla systir…” he prised you from the tangle of the others and walked you to the edge of the dance floor. “Find Floki, tell him it’s time.” You nodded, for once completely in the dark about what he was going to do. You found Floki talking with Lagertha who beamed as you approached, embracing you gently and rubbing your arm.
“Litla hrafn.” You went willingly into Floki’s waiting embrace breathing him in deeply before looking up at him.
“Björn said it's time.” He excused himself from Lagertha and still with his arm around you, steered you out of the marquee. “Where are we going?”
“Björn got Kat a…” he giggled, his entire face lighting up at the irony. “A köttur. He got Kat, a cat.” You frowned, seeing he’d brought you to the car park where his van was. Unlocking the camper he ushered you inside.
“Floki, it’s warm in here. Are we going to collect it?” There was no evidence of a cat in the living area of the camper.
“In here,” he gestured to you and opened the door to his bedroom. Clasping your hands together you let out a high pitched squeal, whispering how adorable the kitten was as it padded towards you across Floki’s bed, fluffy tail raised and little mewling cries spewed from it. “I’ve been coming to check on her every hour,” he assured you. “Komið svo litli kettlingur.” He scooped her up and held her close, whispering words of endearment as he carefully put her in the carrier.
“We can’t go with you.” The words fell from you before you’d even really thought about it and Floki looked at you, no judgement in his eyes as he waited for you to finish. “Hvitserk would do it, for me. But I can’t ask that of him.” Floki nodded and pulled you down to sit on the covers, his hands smothering yours lovingly.
“I’m glad you saw it yourself. You are more in tune with him than you even realise. Dóttir…”
“I’m sorry. I did really want to come with you to travel but I don’t think—just not now.” The disappointment was evident on your face but the pain of ripping Hvitserk from people he loved the most was something you couldn’t do. He was doing so well, firmly back to the Hvitserk you’d known all your life, he was working, living… At the time he’d agreed and said it would do him good, because he’d do anything for you. “We’ll visit,” you whispered, squeezing Floki’s fingers.
“I’d like that.” Hitching up a smile you gestured to the kitten purring loudly from the carrier as she rubbed against the side.
“We should get her inside. She’s the second main event after all.” Floki chuckled and nodded in agreement.
The marquee was still heaving with the celebrations but you and Floki headed to the cottage just set amongst some trees. It was where you and others had got ready. Your stuff would have been moved from the cottage and put in your rooms in the main building but you couldn’t resist flirting about and straightening things up. Moving the champagne to beside the bed, spreading out the rose petals a bit more and moving the suitcases so they weren’t in the way. As you drew out the hanger for Kat’s dress the main door opened and they spilled in fresh from the dance floor, all giggles and rosy faces. Kat saw you first and threw her arms around you.
“I’m gonna tell him,” she whispered and you hugged her back tightly. “It feels right.”
“It does,” you breathed back.
“Eiginkonu.” You turned Kat around and pushed her towards Björn. “I have a gift for you.” She nearly screamed, hands over her mouth as she danced on the spot while Floki carefully extracted the kitten.
“Oh my gods, she is gorgeous!!” Kat exclaimed and tears began to well in her eyes as the kitten snuggled in her arms. “Oh Björn!”
“Faðir.” You helped the door open just in time to hear your friend say she had something to tell Björn before you closed it, leaving them to their bliss.
“So the others know about me and Hvitserk.”
“Yes, I know, litla hrafn. I think you and Hvitserk were the last ones to know.”
“That just makes me feel stupid,” you moaned but Floki shook his head.
“You needed the time to come to the realisation yourselves or it never would have worked.” He paused at the entrance, the flashing lights dancing over his form and you felt that telltale sinking feeling in your gut.
“You’re going to leave now.”
“I am, Dóttir.”
“It never gets any easier,” you sniffled. Floki drew you in, rubbing circles on your back as he comforted you, murmuring all the while about how much he loved and missed you but he just couldn’t stay in one place. After a few minutes he turned you round and deposited you in a pair of arms you knew so well. Burying yourself into his chest as the emotions took over. You felt happy because today had been amazing but at the same time you felt sad and confused about changing your plans last minute.
Hvitserk spoke to Floki as he held you, his voice rumbling through his chest but you didn’t want to listen to what was being said, only noticing the way Floki’s touch left your shoulder and you knew he’d gone. You were barely aware of being led inside the main building, Hvitserk guiding you into the quiet of a dark room and making you lay down with him.
He cradled you close, letting you wring yourself dry until drowsiness took over. He brushed the hair out of your now peaceful face. He knew what pressure you’d been under with work, looking after him and helping him slowly get back into work. He owed you everything, his entire life if he was honest. He couldn’t imagine never seeing your face again or hearing your voice, experiencing your touch and all of that kept him here. It tethered him, grounded him to keep fighting and never give into those urges again.
As he rocked you gently he fished around in his pocket and drew out a small box. Flicking the lid open he held it up to the lamp light, admiring the way the light fractured on the facets of the diamond he had purchased for you. Ravens of white gold held the gem, wings spread to join onto the band that would one day sit on your finger. He wanted nothing more than to give it to you but it never felt right. Snapping the box closed he buried it once more in his pocket, snuggling down with you and telling himself the time would come soon.
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Jesus Fucking Christ. I *wish* folks stopped ""criticizing"" AO3 if they *do not* understand it is an archive and not a fucking social media like Wattpad. I just encountered a post (not on Tumblr) where someone stated their frustration about how recent fandoms are just a bunch of conformists and take Wattpad for granted, thinking that Wattpad (as the corporation that is) *care* about fanfic authors. I did agree with OP, because OP didn't just mentioned AO3 as a safe and better place for fanfic authors, but other indie/specific archives. The thing is, when you have *better* places for your thing why the fuck do you stay on a awful designed site as Wattpad?
Well, a lot of folks took that *really* personal and started "criticizing" AO3 with stupid shit as:
"I don't know if people follow me!" Isn't that fucking better, actually? You *care* too much about followers and you think that "followers = quality". Depending on followers to value your work is *unhealthy* as fuck.
"I can't comment per paragraph/I don't like how people on AO3 don't comment at all". See point 1 but also like, if you want that constant feedback, that's okay. Stay on Wattpad (don't cry if your account or you fanfics get massive flagged and Wattpad doesn't say you shit about why they deleted your works tho [that still happens, *a lot]), but on AO3 is *not* necessary. Also I bet you don't even comment on fanfics. The most annoying people that cry "readers that don't comment are bad!!!" tend to be huge hypocrites.
"I don't know if people still read my fanfic because they can't 'vote' every chapter!" See point 1 again. Seriously folks, stop undervaluing your works. Quantity doesn't mean quality. And if y'all care that much about statics to the point of getting anxious and depressed and demotivated, you can hide the statics on AO3. I *hate* how social media has raised the young.
"AO3 isn't intuitive! I don't understand shit!" Why y'all *love* showing your learned incompetence? Search tutorials! They're *everywhere*. On TikTok, on Tumblr, on Twitter, on Facebook, on YouTube. Y'all just fucking lazy and proud of it. Sad, actually. Also, it shows that y'all never saw a digital library. Also sad.
"AO3 will turn toxic if people start massive joining". Darling, sweetheart, dear: 1. That 'massive joining' happened already, on 2020 and is still happening; 2. This is not Wattpad. Wattpad feels toxic because is like a social media, is like Twitter; it has all the features that annoying people love to use to harass other people. AO3 doesn't and thank God for that.
Then, besides of all that crap someone commented this and I still can't stop laughing: "AO3 is starting to be the site of the 'Not Like Other Girls', I'm so tired". Bitch, what the fuck do you mean by that, LOL? Then that commenter proceeded to moan about how people don't read their fic (oh okay you're just salty, LMAO.)
Anyway, listen. If you needs are covered by Wattpad's awful design, that's okay. Every fandom have different needs. That's why independent archives exists! But for the love of God stop "criticizing" AO3 "because it lacks important aspects" when that aspects *aren't* necessary for an *archive*. AO3 wasn't born nor is it nor will be a social media site, and I'm fucking glad. Also, go to a library. Seriously, touch real books. Smell them if y'all can too.
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hey soz just wondering if u don't find it at all problematic to call anakin and obi wan "homoerotic" when they met at ages 9 and 25
Okay. I have gotten questions in similar vein so I will answer it only once now that the tournament is over.
Yes. It's problematic. However...
This is a tournament for iconic homoerotic betrayals, not appropriate ones. If I am to only feature ships which are unproblematic, Judas/Jesus wouldn't be featured either. (I know a lot of you are atheists but Jesus is a deity people actually worship.)
A relationship does not actually have to be romantic to have homoeroticism. Regardless of how you read obi-wan and Anakin's relationship, it is a fairly large and influential ship (at least when it comes to eastern SW fandoms) with a fair bit of fandom history. So clearly a lot of people saw the homoeroticism between them.
In my call for submission, I included Seishiro/Subaru, another ship with inappropriate age gap, because they had such a big influence on BL in mangas. Therefore it would have been hypocritical of me to vet for age gaps in submissions. Obikin got quite a few submissions, and had a verifiable canonical betrayal, which means they automatically qualify.
Again this is the homoerotic betrayal poll not the healthy queer representation poll. Half these people stabbed each other idk what else to say.
Not what OP is asking but I also had similar comments regarding some of the contestants that are actually underage, like Vrisrezi or homumado, who were all 13. Well. Okay. A lot of the time homoerotic and homoromantic are used interchangeably when it comes to media analysis. Let's not split hairs here.
That's all! Reblogs will be turned off. If I get too many inflammatory replies on this post it will be deleted. No more questions in this line!
Cheers.
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hi flora! i loveeee your new theme! it's so so pretty and u did so well on the icon ^ anyways i wanted to ask for like, more info of finn in ur actress dr?? im so smitten for finn ajsnsa and i just wanted to know more abt him
- 🏩 nonnie
ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐍 𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐃𝐑. ✧ ˚ ༘ ゛
hiii there my pretty pretty nonie! tysm i'm so so happy you like it darl <3 and ofc!! i love talking about finn obv i'm smitten for him too [ dreamy sigh ] i think i also received an ask about finn from @timotheesl0ve but accidentally deleted it and forgot about it so :/ this post might be a lil diff from my other ones ^^ includes some text msgs and scenarios from my dr
♡. okay, jesus, where do i even begin?? finn is a tall, lanky, chaotic, super loud, force of nature
when i first met him, he was kinda awkward— like fidgeting and stuff, stuttered out a "hey, i'm finn" "oh i know" "oh.. well then" was not really how i wanted to kick off our friendship
♡. once he warms up enough, he's super goofy and playful. also really sweet!! :c he told me i looked pretty and that he was a huge fan of my show, and i never blushed as hard as i did that afternoon i swear
and the thing about him, he knows damn well what he's doing. the tiny smirk that crept up on his face when he saw my cheeks redden definitely told me so
♡. whatever confidence and charm he has in real life is totally amplified at work! i wouldn't say that finn is a perfectionist, because there are definitely a shit ton of moments where he's lazy and chill, but when he does something, he puts his whole finn - ussy into it yk what i mean?? you can tell that he really enjoys what he does and works hard for it, and it pays off bc the shit he makes turns out so so so good!!
♡. one thing i like about finn is that he's honest, makes it so much easier to communicate tbh ^^ he's straight up about everything, doesn't like to beat around the bush he's super genuine and sincere and i find it so akaioqjdjwfujd he's so perfect :ccc
♡. adding to the last one, he's also sometimes too honest.. like in a spontaneous oversharing kinda way...
bambi 😼💤 [ 11 : 25 ] — flor flora florie floorwax
🥓 sunshine. [ 11 : 28 ] — what do you wajt its 11pm finn
bambi 😼💤 [ 11 : 29 ] — bird outside my window c:
bambi 😼💤 [ 11 : 29 ] — also i really need to pee
🥓 sunshine. [ 11 : 32 ] — good for oyu wolfhard
🥓 sunshine. [ 11 : 32 ] — goodnight.
♡. love love loves!! vintage aesthetics! when discussing movie night in our gc he has to suggest at least one old chick flick. has tons and tons of playlists just filled with 80s music. also loves taking polaroids and low quality videos with like the grain that makes it look super old
^^ which is why finn was super hyped about the take on me cover he did with calpurnia. wouldn't stop talking my ear off about it for weeks and i honestly didn't mind. the dreamy look in his doe eyes when he talks about something he's passionate about is to die for
♡. super touch starved. doesn't initiate anything super touchy - feely at first but trust me, he enjoys it very much. he loves having his hand held. says it makes him feel grounded and safe. also loves when people play with his hair!! isn't afraid to ask for affection but will bite me if i question it
"lili can you play with my hair?" he mumbled once, face smushed into one of my velvet cushions
me being me, i just couldn't pass the opportunity for at least a little bit of teasing over my friend's little request "awww, puppy wants pets? you need me to play with your hair hmmm?"
"..." "..haha, do you still want—" "good fucking bye >:c" i almost died from laughter watching his tall figure retreating to my kitchen to eat all my banana bread as payback
♡. moody moody boy. one moment he's bouncing off the walls and joking around and having the time of his life, then he reads one hate comment or remembers something that he didn't want to remember and his mood goes super duper sour :c
like if he's upset he won't be rude or snappy but he'll definitely be super quiet and really really dry. ( his annoyed voice is kinda h— ) if he's upset by something someone did, he's not one for confrontation at first, but he's gonna make so many jabs and sarcastic remarks
♡. super sentimental lil man. he loves to take pictures and short clips, and basically document everything going on 'just for the sake of it'. i think this mainly comes from the fact that our friend group consists of a lot of vloggers. finn likes keeping memories stored in a safe place where he can edit them and make them look all pretty just for him and his friends to look back on and laugh, and i find it so so endearing
♡. okay but like despite the whole mysterious, almost like untouchable kinda aura he emits because of his thick lashes and half - lidded eyes, he's just a boy. a boy who still makes 'your mom' jokes and finds farting funny. a boy who completely bursts my eardrums with a rickroll everytime he joins discord vc. a boy who went skating with me down the street while yelling "THEY SEE ME ROLLING—" and i love him so much. he's my best friend <3
#⠀💭 ۫⠀love letters.⠀୨୧⠀· ˚ 𓈒#🏩 — nonnie ♡︎#꒰⠀file : actress dr⠀꒱#bambi!#might make a part 2 because i love talking about finn smsm hes so great#( and so handsome )#shifting#reality shifting#desired reality#shiftblr#finn wolfhard x reader#finn wolfhard#storytimes.
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quackity and aksel were soooo cute the way they acted nervous and excited around each other… feeding each other/holding each others cups while they drink, the fact that in EVERY PHOTO ANYONE TOOK they were ALWAYS pressed up against each other no room for jesus, they sat next to each other at every meal and on every single ride. the fact that someone complained that the two of them left a group hangout early to go out to eat together and everyone was like “ofc”. the clip where aksel is joking about smth being “the only good thing about coming to vidcon”, and quackity in the SOFTEST TEASINGEST FLIRTIEST WAY goes “the only good thing??” (implication is that meeting quackity is the best thing yada yada we get it you’re adorable)
and we hardly got any content of them from their meetup cuz they were so busy. that’s fucking crazy like imagine what happened off camera/outside of tweets… we know aksel met his entire family.
aksel actually liked a big group fanart that him and quackity are hugging in, and he commented like “omg he’s even stepping on my toes, this is so accurate”
aksel also has so many replies to him around and after that time (late 2019/early 20) telling quackity that quackity is gay and not into women. because this was the point quackity was still meming about “oh i can’t wait to hold a girls hand !” and aksel’s replies are like juuuussst on the line of being a joke…
also on twitter, aksel said he saw quackitys nipples and that they are little and brown and i think compared them to food (?). and he also still has up a reply to a deleted quackity tweet, the reply is like “you should know that the only place is shave is my armpits”.
idk i derailed i forget what i was saying <3 peace and love
anon you just dropped the biggest piece of lore on my doorstep like it's nothing i think i owe you my life now
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All Creatures Great and Small Chapter 2: Doxxed
There's a good reason why you're not supposed to feed the trolls...
As always thanks to my collaborator @static-stars and my beta/sensitivity reader @appelsiinilight! <3 And special thanks to @ratcatcher0325 for some beta reading as well!!
Story masterpost
AO3 link
P.S. To stave off the inevitable tidal wave of references to this I'm sure is coming: Yes, Mr. Crocker from Fairly Odd Parents exists, hahahaha hilarious
Thistle’s phone sat in the center of the table, with Marcy, Teddy, and Colin sitting at the chairs on three sides. Thistle sat at the fourth place, sitting on the table with his wings folded close to his body, shoulders hunched. His leg bounced nervously.
Marcy had a stormy look on her face, hands clasped in front of her.
“Okay, so he doesn’t know exactly where we live,” said Colin. “Right?”
“I don’t think so,” said Marcy. “But the incident at the electronics store was so nearby, it’s–”
“I’m sorry,” said Thistle, for the millionth time.
Marcy held her hand out. He shut his mouth.
“What were you thinking?” said Teddy.
Thistle found his shoes very interesting. “I–I don’t know. I’m sorry. I guess–It just made me nervous to see–that he was telling everyone, and–and I guess I thought I could get him to take it down–”
“All right,” said Colin. “It’s already happened, so now we just have to deal with it.”
Marcy said, “We deleted all his comments, and we combed through everything on all his profiles on every site for identifying information.”
“We deleted a lot,” said Thistle shame-facedly. “I never posted anything about my location though. I swear.”
“I’m sure you didn’t, but who knows what those computer people can do these days.” He stroked his chin as though he’d said something particularly insightful.
“Who is this guy?” said Teddy. “You said the employee who saw Thistle was being interviewed?”
“He’s a conspiracy theorist of some kind,” said Marcy. She’d watched a few of his videos, but had to stop because it felt like her brain was melting. She picked Thistle's phone up, scrolling. “It’s all bullshit, but there’s no way this is satire or a joke. He’s too committed to it. But I don’t know how anyone believes it. I mean, look at this stuff.”
“Oh god,” said Teddy, “he has multiple videos about how Trump won the 2020 election.”
“Jesus Christ,” said Colin, “What was that about–stem cells from abortions being used in–”
“That’s antisemitism,” said Teddy, pointing to a video Marcy nearly scrolled past. “That’s a dog whistle in the title.”
“That’s what most of it is like,” said Marcy, taking the phone back. “But he has a few videos about the ‘truth’ being hidden from the public on supernatural creatures. Mostly it’s about demons, but there’s some other stuff too. This is his first video about fairies. Or more specifically, 'tiny people in the walls.'"
“What was that?” said Colin. “The thumbnail was a snake skeleton.”
Marcy rolled her eyes. “He claims to have a naga skeleton.” She brought up the clip and paused it, zooming in. “How are there so many people eating this dumb shit up? This is clearly some sort of monkey skeleton put onto a ball python. There was a fake mermaid in the Barnum museum made the same way.”
“Actually,” said Thistle, very quietly, “Those are real.”
All three giants looked down at him incredulously.
“Once when I was young, a snake monster found our nest and ate two of my older siblings. We were able to drive it off, but we had to just up and move to a new tree miles away to get away from it. That’s what it looked like. Torso like ours. Snake instead of legs. They’re about that size, too.”
Teddy burst into nervous laughter. “Oh great. Great. Some batshit insane conspiracy theorist happens to be right about our particular slice of the unbelievable.”
“We don’t know that he’s going to come here,” said Marcy hopefully.
“He was here,” said Teddy, almost hysterical. “Look, he’s in the shopping center in this video.”
Colin put an arm around her. “It’s all right, Teddy bear, don’t freak out. We can deal with this.”
“There’s no way he could get our address,” said Marcy. “Right? Unless…”
“It’s on your mobile account,” said Teddy. “The one you added Thistle to, right? Does the employee he interviewed have access to it?”
“He–he’s surely not supposed to give that information out,” said Marcy.
“That doesn’t mean he won’t.”
They all grimaced.
“Well… his branding is good, I’ll give him that,” said Teddy.
His logo was a cartoon alligator with a magnifying glass, with the word InvestiGator underneath of it. It was so ridiculous that Marcy couldn’t help bursting into laughter.
“This is fucking stupid,” she said. “I can’t believe this.”
“Aaaaand of course he’s into cryptocurrency,” said Teddy with a scowl.
“It’s–it’s called fucking—” Marcy was having trouble getting words out between peals of overwhelmed laughter. “Fucking–TruthCoin, and–and he’s selling alligator NFTs.”
“How did someone so wrong about everything else get this one specific thing so exactly right?” said Teddy.
“I don’t like this one bit,” said Colin. “This guy is nothing but trouble.”
“I’m sorry,” said Thistle, voice wobbly.
The laughter stopped at his serious tone, and all three giants looked down at him again.
“If–if–if–if it’ll fix this, I’ll leave if–if you want me to.”
Marcy's looming hand reached over to Thistle. He shrunk back a little. She picked him up by the back of his shirt and plopped him into her outstretched hand. “I think you're a little too eager to sacrifice yourself at every opportunity.”
“But I made–but I put everyone in danger.”
Colin rolled his eyes. He got up and walked over to the front door, pulling it open. “Well, go on, then. Leave.”
Thistle's face crumpled.
“I'm kicking you out. We hate you now, and we think you deserve to get eaten by the neighbor's annoying dog.”
Thistle stared at him, baffled, eyes glazed over. “You–are you being serious?”
“Of course not!” He slammed the door shut. “Does that sound like something any of us would say? No? So stop treating us like we're heartless monsters. You’re our little buddy. We’re not going to kick you out.”
Thistle wiped his eyes and looked down.
“Everyone makes mistakes,” said Teddy gently. “...Even if it’s a stupid mistake, it doesn’t mean you deserve to be abandoned.”
Marcy brought her other hand over and folded it over him, giving him a reassuring squeeze. “It isn’t the end of the world, Ardo. We’ll deal with whatever happens together, okay?”
He grabbed her pointer finger, giving it a squeeze back.
***
“Shut up! Shut up!”
Marcy tried to ignore Colin’s increasingly annoyed shouts from upstairs as the neighbor’s dog continued to bark intermittently. “I get one day off to sleep in with my girlfriend and you wake me up! Shut up!!”
Marcy laced her shoes up, looking down at Thistle, parked by her ankle.
“Okay,” she said. “Teddy and Colin are both home today, so if anything happens they can deal with it. Okay?”
He nodded. “Right. I…I think I’m going to go upstairs to their bedroom until they get up for the day.”
“Good thinking.” She brushed his jaw delicately with one finger. “There might not even be anything to worry about, okay?”
He nodded.
Marcy reached over and held Thistle’s phone up. “Now do you want me to leave this here today?”
He wrung his hands. “Uh…No, I think–I think you take it with you again.”
“Okay.” She slipped it into her bag. “Have Colin and Teddy text me occasionally to check in, then.”
“I will.”
There came a holler from upstairs: “Marcy, when you go out, drag that stupid dog back to Kristi’s house.”
“Okay, Colin!” She leaned over and plucked Thistle off her pant leg, where he’d started to climb up. She gave him a kiss on the top of his head. “Have a good day.”
“You too!”
She set him on the bannister, and he scrabbled up it into Teddy and Colin’s bedroom. She watched him go, then turned and opened the front door.
There was a man with a white van parked nearby their driveway–just enough that he was still technically on public property. The neighbor’s dog was standing in front of him, tail wagging, occasionally barking.
Marcy stood frozen in the doorway. Oh God. The beard. The stupid beard. It’s–
“Hey!” said the man, giving a friendly wave. “Is this your dog?”
Marcy stepped out onto the porch and slammed the door behind her, locking it. She saw that the adjacent window was open, so she quickly stepped over and shut it, too.
“He’s cute!” said the newcomer as the dog stood with paws on his thighs, jumping up on him.
Feeling numb, Marcy drew near. “Uh–No–No, he’s–he belongs to the neighbor.”
“What’s his name?”
“B…Buster…”
“Cute. He’s cute.” The man lifted the dog gently and plopped him onto the ground. “Ahem, ah, are you Marcella Lester?”
“Uh…” Marcy broke into a cold sweat. “I’m sorry, have we met?”
He put a hand to his chest, smirking. “Not formally. My name is Robert, I host a show on YouTube where I go on fact-finding missions. Can I ask you some questions?”
Marcy decided that the distance she’d already walked was close enough, and stopped. “What–What kinds of questions?”
“What’s the stuff in this truck bed? This yours?” He tapped Colin’s truck with his foot, nodding towards the grass-stained equipment in the back.
“That’s–That’s Colin’s, he works in landscaping.”
“Really? That’s cool. A likely story. It’s interesting that you’re both at home and not at work at 9AM on a Monday. Courtesy of the taxpayers, I’m sure. Will you tell me about your work?”
Marcy’s heart started to pound. “Uh, mine?”
“Yeah! Unless you have something to hide about it?” He leaned in. “Do you?”
Marcy’s voice squeaked despite her best attempts to not be intimidated. “Excuse me for one moment I need to go to go I’llberightbackstayrightthere.”
She sprinted back to the porch, jamming her key into the door and whirling back inside. She did up the deadbolt, then walked over and locked the window and pulled the curtain shut. “Colin!” she yelled, moving to the living room and locking the windows there. “Colin! Teddy! Help!”
Colin appeared on the stairs in a flash. Marcy turned back around when she saw he was only in his boxers, hairy chest fully out. “Woah!” she said, covering her eyes.
“Dammit Marcy, don’t yell like that unless someone is actively attacking you.” Colin darted back upstairs. “I’ll be right there.”
Thistle’s face appeared at the top of the stairs, peering over the top step.
“Go hide in the sock drawer,” said Marcy. “Don’t come out until I come get you. Don’t look outside. Don’t come out. Don’t make a sound.”
He darted away, zigzagging to avoid Teddy’s feet as she came out next. “What is it?” she said, drawing her robe around herself.
“He’s here,” said Marcy. “YouTube guy. Crocodile guy. Fucking guy.”
Teddy’s eyes boggled. “Well, tell him to leave!”
“But how?”
“Just go outside and say ‘Please leave!’”
“But what if he gets mad?”
Colin reappeared on the stairs, this time in pants. “What did he do so far?”
Marcy started to drape the blanket from the couch onto Thistle’s little house and his craft station in the living room, to hide them. “He just kinda asked me to talk.”
“Well, why don’t you go talk to him?”
“Are you crazy?” said Teddy. “No, nope. Talking with those kinds of people always backfires. Just politely tell him to leave. Ah!”
This last exclamation was prompted by the appearance of the newcomer’s face in the little window at the top of the front door. Marcy whipped around, suddenly worrying if she’d shouted at Thistle to go hide loudly enough that he could hear.
“Just tell him whatever it takes to get him to go away,” said Colin. “Go on.”
Marcy bit her lip. “Uh. Okay.”
Drawn by the commotion, Mochi was stretching in the entryway when Marcy walked back over. She picked Mochi up to stop her from darting out, then opened the door a crack.
“Woah, cute cat!” said Robert. He extended a finger and rubbed Mochi’s head. Mochi leaned into it, eyes squinting. Traitor.
“All right,” said Marcy. “Look, I’m sorry but I’m really busy, I was just on my way to work–”
“It won’t take long.” Robert put his hands in his pockets. “I don’t suppose you’ve seen any of my videos?”
“Uh…”
“Well, I’m just putting together a follow-up to an interview I had recently in this area. It was pretty closeby to where I live, so I figured it could pop over for some fact-finding.”
“I don’t think I can–”
“Sure you can!”
“But-”
“What exactly do you study at your job? You work for the government, don’t you?”
Marcy rubbed the back of her head. “Look, I’m not really comfortable answering that.”
Robert nodded, tongue in his cheek. “Mm-hmm. You have an NDA?”
“A–A what? An ND–No, I don’t have one. Look, can you, can you please leave?”
“Sure, I’ll be out of your hair fast enough. Have you seen anything unusual in this area recently? Have you ever seen–”
“For God’s sake!” Colin’s shout echoed distantly. Marcy felt him before she saw him, shoving past Marcy to lean into the doorframe. “Get off my porch!”
Robert’s hand came from out of his pocket where it had been resting, holding a phone that was already recording.
Oh of course. Of course. Now he starts recording.
“Sir, I’m just asking questions,” said Robert. “What’s wrong with that? You don’t think freedom of speech should be–”
“Go speak freely on someone else’s porch,” Marcy snapped. “Leave me alone.”
“Aha!” said Robert. “You seeing this? This government scientist refusing to answer my questions, avoiding the issue, harassing me, threatening me, covering up the truth. I’m getting this all on film. You’re being filmed.”
“This is private property,” said Marcy. “Please leave. I’m not saying you can’t ask questions, but–”
“I am,” said Colin. “Get off my property.”
“Call the police then,” said Robert. “We’ll have a nice discussion with them, I’m sure.”
“If you don’t get off my fucking porch soon you’ll wish I’d called the police instead of what I’m about to do to you,” Colin hissed with shocking venom, getting right up into Robert’s face.
“I got this all on video, you see this? Threatening me over just looking for the truth.” He said this with the same amount of bravado, but he’d begun to slowly back down the front steps off the porch.
Colin grabbed Marcy’s arm and pulled her inside, slamming the door and locking it. “Jesus Christ,” he said, rubbing his temples. “What part of ‘tell him to go away’ didn’t you understand?”
“I did! He didn’t listen!”
“Whatever.” In the ensuing pause, Robert could be heard talking to his camera, but his voice was gradually getting further away as he presumably moved back towards his van. That was a relief, at least.
“Sorry,” said Marcy awkwardly.
Colin sighed. “Okay. Whatever. Teddy?”
“Yeah?” She was still standing at the top of the stairs. “Didn’t I tell you?”
“You’re right as always, dear. Is T okay?”
“He hasn’t come out.”
“I’ll go get him,” said Marcy.
Teddy padded down the stairs to stand next to Colin, who was watching out the window through parted blinds. Marcy paused to peek out the upstairs window; the interloper was sitting in his parked van, still talking to the camera. Overwhelming, irrationally intense hatred boiled over inside her immediately. She walked forward and closed that curtain.
She made double sure that her bedroom blinds were closed and closed her door before doing anything. “Thistle, it’s me, it’s safe to come out.”
When she got no response, she extended a hand and gently rolled her sock drawer open. Thistle was hard to spot, but there was one particular pile of socks that quivered slightly. She reached down and touched it gently, and it jumped. “Are you okay?”
Thistle rose up from under the pile. His face was splotchy, his cheeks streaked with tears, ugly-crying with snot running down from his nose. “N-no.”
Marcy gave a tsk and scooped him up. He balled up in her hand, shaking. “It’s okay,” she said. “We got him to leave.”
“Please don’t kick me out,” said Thistle. He was in the throes of a panic attack like he hadn’t had in a long time, imagining how much easier it would be for Marcy to just open the door and toss him out to face the consequences of his own actions than it would be to try and untangle the mess he’d made. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry–”
“Hey, hey, hey, relax.” She wiped his cheek with the pad of her thumb. “I’m not going to kick you out.”
“But-but I–I f–I led a predator back to the nest.”
It suddenly snapped into place for Marcy–Thistle’s seemingly overeager offer to sacrifice himself by leaving, the paranoid hysteria over being kicked out. It was the same reason he staunchly refused to let any human, even one he trusted, near his family. Leading a predator back to the nest was one of the worst offenses possible in his mind. Putting others in danger by being careless was a fatal mistake. He expected to suffer new consequences on par with not being able to go back to his original home, the exile he’d been enduring, and was waiting for the hammer to drop.
Marcy sat down on the bed with him cupped to her chest. She did something that she’d discovered often calmed him down once they’d established the requisite level of trust: being careful of his wings, she squished him between her hands, pressing down carefully with enough force to act like a weighted blanket, but not enough to hurt him. His lithe frame trembled, warm and vibrating against her skin.
She lifted her hand, to see him splayed limply out in her palm, facedown. She felt a slick spot where his face met her skin. “Better?”
“I’m sorry,” said his muffled voice.
“We already went over this. You made a mistake, but we’re not going to let anything bad happen to you because of it. We’ll deal with this together, okay?”
“Okay.”
She rubbed his shoulder blades with her finger. “You think we’d kick you out? Is that what your family would have done? I know you love your family, but….they sound so cruel. They would just kick you out of the nest for making a mistake like that?”
Thistle pushed himself up to kneeling. “You don’t understand.”
“I don’t. That’s what I’m saying. Would they really abandon you? They wouldn’t want you to return?”
Thistle wiped his face. “Of course they would want me to come back if it was safe. They love me. You make them sound so mean.”
“I’m not trying to, I just…”
“It’s different. It’s different for us. We have so much we need to be careful of. It’s not a matter of what you deserve, or what you want…it’s a matter of what you have to do to make sure your family survives. The world is so much more dangerous for me than it is for you.”
Marcy put him down on her lap. “Is it really that hard out there for you guys?”
“Marcy,” said Thistle, voice breaking, “do you not remember what I said about the snake monster that ate some of my family?”
“Well, yeah but…”
“If the entire group risked itself for the sake of one individual every time we were in danger, our nest would have been wiped out a long time ago. We are not humans. We have a different way of thinking. We all understand that it is not cruelty. It is being careful, and if you fail to be careful, you have to put the family’s best interest first at whatever cost to yourself.”
“You make yourself sound so disposable,” said Marcy coldly.
“They would do anything for me, and I would do anything for them. If any of them were in the same situation, I know they would do the same to keep me safe. That is what family means for a pixie.”
“And yet you started this by begging me to not do what you think is best for the group.”
Thistle raised himself up to all fours, still facedown. His arms trembled, and tears rolled down his cheeks. “I–I–I know it’s selfish, but, but, but, I just can’t–”
Thistle looked up and was shocked to see that Marcy was crying too. “Well, you’re not with a family of pixies anymore,” Marcy said. “You’re with a family of humans now, and we don’t need you to do that. Please be selfish. Please. Please.”
Selfish. It was one of the worst things a pixie could be. A selfish pixie was what caused hives to be destroyed in one fell swoop. He still had the image embedded in his mind, of his older brother wrapped in the coils of a snake monster, fighting it with all his might as the rest of the family escaped. How could a hive even function if its members were selfish? Thistle had been struggling ever since he got here to have a sense of self outside his hive, his identity as an individual and not part of a group.
Marcy wordlessly tilted his head up to make eye contact. “I promise we can handle it.”
But that’s right. He was part of a group. He wasn’t alone.
“Thank you,” Thistle wept. “Thank you. Thank you, Marcy. I do think I want to go back in the sock drawer now, though.”
She smiled at him sadly. “Okay. Whatever will make you feel better before I leave.”
***
Despite Marcy’s reassurances that the guy in the van was gone, Thistle stayed hidden in the sock drawer for the rest of the day, until she came home from work and discovered him there with a sad gasp. He mostly just wallowed.
He had people in his corner, he had a group, it was true. But everything was still such a struggle. All it took was little mistakes here and there to bring on such terror. He was operating completely in Marcy’s world, one he still didn’t fully understand and had few ways to interact safely with.
He didn’t even miss his phone or talking to Sierra. He’d been staving off loneliness by supplementing his friendship with Marcy and Teddy and Colin with online socialization, but that had all just turned sour in his mouth. All he could think of was how disastrous it would be if he ever actually met any of the people he’d been talking to online. None of them could ever know the simple truth of what kinds of microscopic fingers typed those messages, or just how close he had to stand to the mic when he voice chatted to sound normal-sized.
He thought of Sierra’s pictures of her holding kittens and cats and small bugs, and the way she would certainly gasp with delight upon seeing his real person, and imagined her enormous fist closing around him. They talked as though they were equals, but if they actually met, she could do whatever she wanted to him and he couldn’t do anything to stop her except ask Marcy for help.
He would never be a person to any of the humans. It had taken ages to establish any sort of rapport with the three humans that were on his side now, after a period of terrifying uncertainty and danger, and he’d only done that was because he was forced to. It seemed like an impossible task imagining all the effort it would take to meet anyone else new. He was just some particularly interesting animal to them, to the other 7,999,997 billion humans he shared the planet with.
And maybe he was just some animal. Humans didn’t spend all their time worrying about being eaten. They didn’t hide in a sock drawer all day, powerless to defend themselves. They didn’t have anxiety about being stepped on or squished or grabbed or avoid meeting new people because they were afraid of being put in a jar. They didn’t revolve every waking decision around the risk that it would expose them to predators. They didn’t skitter away reflexively at loud noises or sudden movements. They didn’t worry about coming home to find that their entire family had been eaten. They didn’t conduct themselves like a neurotic prey animal, safe from all manner of garden-variety monsters by virtue of their sheer size. They didn’t have nightmares nearly every night about being tortured and gutted by their friends.
They didn’t have nightmares about being eaten by a snake, which was a nightmare Thistle hadn’t suffered since childhood, but which had resurfaced to come torment him that night.
It was a snake with a human face, which made it even more disturbing when it unhinged its jaw to swallow Thistle. Thistle scrambled backwards to try and escape, but it felt like he was moving through molasses, his limbs sluggish. By the time the muscular coils encircled him, squeezing him, his pleas for mercy had already been exhausted.
He woke up crying, relieved that the horrible situation disappeared into the blackness of Marcy’s bedroom. The feeling of skin pressing in on him remained though, but after a moment he realized it was because Marcy’s hand was on top of him, pinning him to the pillow where he’d fallen when she rolled over.
Even with Thistle having to occasionally wake up and shift positions to avoid being squished as Marcy moved restlessly in her sleep, he still consistently slept better in bed with her than he did alone. It was the swarming instinct. He’d never slept alone in the hive, not once since he was born. They were safe in a group, the more the better.
But he was alone now. A lone pixie was basically a dead man walking. They rarely survived for very long after getting separated from their hive. Despite Marcy’s presence, he still had nightmares.
Thistle shifted under Marcy’s hand, pathetically trying to imagine the warmth radiating from her was coming from fellow pixies sleeping peacefully next to him. He buried his face in the pillow, squeezing taut fistfulls of the fabric beneath him.
Wait a minute. He’d just gone over this. Thistle wasn’t a lone pixie… He was alone as a pixie, but he wasn’t alone.
For the first time out of all the times he’d had nightmares, it occurred to Thistle that he should wake Marcy up.
He scooted out from under Marcy’s hand, which plopped limply down behind him. Marcy let out a snoring breath. Hugging his arms around himself, Thistle wiped his face on the back of his hand, sniffling, and leaned over, shaking her hand. “Marcy.”
No response. He raised his voice and shook a bit harder. “Marcy?”
She jerked slightly, eyes just barely cracking open, voice heavy with sleep. “Hm? Mhmmmmwha? What is it?”
He suddenly felt very silly and self-conscious. What did he really expect her to do? “I, um…”
She blinked sleep out of her eyes. “Is everything okay?”
“I…I had a bad dream.”
She made a sympathetic sound and curled her hand around him. “I’m sorry. Do you want to talk about it?”
Thistle leaned into her hand, hiding his face. “I got eaten by a predator.”
“Oh, sweetheart…” Marcy gathered him up, curling her fingers around him to form a protective wall. “That’s not going to happen.”
He hugged his arms around himself and gave a little tremble.
“Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?”
“I–” His voice cracked. “I don’t think so… It’s just…”
“Are you scared of that guy?”
“I’m scared–I’m scared of every guy. Every human. They’re–” He broke eye contact, looking down. “It’s–it’s stupid.”
“It isn’t stupid.”
“I…I’ll never be able to–to just meet new people like you do.” That was definitely wholly inadequate to describe his entire train of thought, but it was what he managed to choke out.
Marcy rubbed his hand with her pointer finger. “Do you want your phone back now?”
He shook his head. “No. I…I don’t think I want it back.”
Marcy frowned. Thistle wiped his eyes again.
Marcy reached over and retrieved Thistle’s device from where it sat charging on the end table. She held it up to him. “Unlock it, please.”
He swiped in the passcode unenthusiastically. Marcy lifted it up and away from him, scrolling and pressing buttons.
She looked at him, then held the phone up. He sniffled and examined what she was showing him.
It was his DM with Sierra.
Is everything okay?
When you get the chance, can you let me know you’re okay? I’m starting to get a bit worried about you.
Please don’t ghost me. I really like talking to you. I know you’re busy. I’d just like to know you’re okay.
Do you want to voice call?
Thistle looked down, lip wobbling. “Marcy, you know I can’t actually be friends with someone like her for real.”
“Why not? You’re friends with me.”
Thistle squeezed his eyes shut, wrapping his hands around his knees. “You know why!”
Marcy removed the phone. “Have you ever voice chatted with her?”
“Once or twice.”
Marcy pressed some buttons, then set the phone down. To his horror, he saw the phone was ringing. “You can’t call her!”
But after a few shuffling noises, a woman’s voice crackled out through his phone speaker. “Hello? Hey, Thistle? Can you hear me?”
“Hey, this is Marcy.”
Sierra’s voice ratcheted up with excitement. “Marcy! Hi! Oh my gosh, the famed Marcy!”
Privately, Marcy thought Sierra had the voice of a particular kind of young adult who was very, very annoying, and would leave her out of inside jokes in college. She tactfully set the thought aside. “Sierra?”
“Yes! Thistle’s told me about you! I’m so happy to finally meet you!”
Thistle had folded himself up on Marcy’s thigh, hiding his face, wings vibrating. Marcy said, “All good things, I hope.”
“Yes! Is–is he there? Is everything okay?”
Marcy slid the phone over to Thistle, putting the mic right next to his head. He looked up at her with watery eyes, face stretched taut with anguish.
“Hello?”
“Hi,” Thistle choked out.
“Hey! You sound so upset! You want to tell me what’s going on?”
“There’s…Everything isn’t okay.”
“Oh no!”
“But Marcy is helping me.”
“I wish I could help.”
“Sierra,” said Marcy, sliding the phone back over.
“Woah,” she said, “for some reason you’re so much louder than he is, can you lean away or something? Sorry!”
Marcy gave a small smirk and pushed the phone back towards Thistle. “Sierra, Thistle is upset thinking he has no friends.”
Thistle hid his face, going red, ears pinned to his head. “M-Marcy.”
“What!” said Sierra. “I don’t count?”
Thistle started to sob, shoulders wracking.
“So, so Sierra. Thistle hasn’t sent you any pictures of himself because he thinks you’d treat him differently if you knew what he looked like.”
Thistle let out a choked gasp, absolutely mortified.
“What?!” said Sierra. “No, of course not! I–Why would I? I’m not shallow like that! You’re my friend!”
Thistle slammed his whole hand down on the end call button. He looked at Marcy with angry tears in his eyes. “Marcy, you know she thinks you mean I’m ugly or something! You know what’s going on here! It’s pathetic! I’m pathetic!”
“You aren’t pathetic.”
“I can’t ever actually meet her,” said Thistle. “What’s the point? I have to hide behind a phone and a screen, no one can ever get more than just my voice, and even then I have to stand right next to the mic to make sure they don’t hear that I’m five inches tall!” Tears streaked down his cheeks.
The call icon lit up again, indicating Sierra was calling again, but he ignored it. “I can’t ever meet anyone else! The whole process of meeting you, and Colin and Teddy, it nearly killed me! I can’t do anything! I can’t go back to my family, I can’t meet new humans, there aren’t any other pixies around… I can’t–I can’t go outside and explore–and I’m not the kind of guy who always wants to be leaving the nest–I–I’m okay with staying inside most of the time, but I–it feels so so bad to–to know that no one will ever see me as a person–because even you didn’t at first, and…”
He trailed off as Marcy’s hand made comforting circles on his back. “Thistle, listen. Listen to me.”
His ears twitched.
“The way we met, and the way you and Teddy and Colin met. First of all, that was my fault completely.”
“But–but that’s probably what everyone else would do, too!”
“Listen, let me finish. I promise you–I promise–you will never have to go through that awful experience again. You’re braver than when we first met. You learned how to shout. You know how to tell others what you need. You can introduce yourself now. And you have me to help you. You can do anything you want to.”
Thistle sniffled. Marcy had used her fingers to hold his hands, so they were trapped.
“You’ve powered through some extremely scary stuff way, way better than I could have.”
“But–But, but you’re not afraid of anything.”
Thistle was jostled slightly as Marcy laughed. “Thistle, you haven’t seen me be scared of anything you’re scared of because that stuff isn’t scary for me. If I were your size, I would be terrified of everything you’ve been dealing with. I wouldn’t last five minutes.”
“...really?”
“Really. I did a study abroad in Germany in undergrad, and I didn’t speak a word of German. On my first day I got lost on the way home, took the wrong bus, and ended up on the other side of the city. I had to call my host family to come rescue me at like 10PM. It was one of the scariest things in my life. And everyone else was the same size as me! There weren’t monsters prowling around that wanted to eat me! You’ve gone way further out of your comfort zone than I have.”
Thistle flittered his wings. “Well, when you put it like that…”
“I know you can handle anything this big wide world can throw at you.”
Thistle blushed, squirming.
The call icon lit up on the phone again. Marcy gave him a reassuring pat. “Now…Do you want to try this again?”
He gave a tearful smile and answered the call.
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olivia is very scared when it comes to social media so she would never comment on anything at vanessa ig even if she wanted to but other than that i pretty much agree, besides that like which was literally at the day lily stuff happened and she had every right to be mad at the time, regrets her real status with austin or whatever they had it was something recent, she never liked again or even posted anything, she may even have felt the same/something similar to vanessa (not anymore because jesus i think she knows how to overcome and knows she has to move on) but she never did something shady. i admit that i find the friendship or whatever she has with vanessa weird, especially coming from vanessa's side and i think yes vanessa's comments are calculated lol, but we can see that a 25 and a 21 years old women are more mature than a 34 one
i honestly felt a little bad whenever i saw vanessa comment on her photos knowing how antsy she is with social media 😅 someone in the fandom at the time told me a while ago around 2021 the met gala she followed a friend of vanessa's, v fans called her out (she didn't follow vanessa at the time) then she unfollowed the friend like poor girl is so finicky about social media i think the fallout of ‘shirt gate’ and how nasty ppl were to her during elvis filming really stuck with her. not to mention the post oscars ‘very proud @austinbutler 🥀’ story being deleted and reposted twice before she reposted it for good without the caption.
allll that to say i 100% agree with you. vanessa you are 34!!! 34!!! GET UP!!
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Ok I just saw that terrible comment that anon sent
Jesus!! It’s ok to disagree with others but this unnecessary! I hope that person invests their time in better things. I know you ladies are tough and don’t pay attention to these things but please know some of actually mean well and appreciate this safe space ❤️
Thank you! ❤️ we’ve gotten comments like that for years. As soon as you say something someone doesn’t agree with, it’s right to the attacks instead of attempting to act like adults and hold respectful discussions. For the most part we usually just delete asks like that where people feel emboldened on an anonymous platform, but depending on our moods it can be hard to resist pushing back 🦎
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